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the winter witch - welcome to the fun house, blackwood.

Y/N - Your Name

Word Count - 1512

Prologue - Welcome to the Fun house, Blackwood.

Warnings - Death, filicide, swearing, all around shitty situation considering family beforehand.

Moving 5.3 thousand miles at sixteen wasn’t exactly my plan but it’s what ended up happening. No GCSE taking, no getting drunk in a field on the last day or after prom. Instead it’s a flight to California to live with my older sister. Although I guess it was bound to happen given the circumstances and the only place, I could realistically go without being put into a bad situation was here, Beacon Hills in the Golden State. As if being a 16-year-old isn’t melodramatic enough, being one with issues and a fish out of water creates melodrama for a good year or so. The drive from the airport to Beacon Hills itself wasn’t too bad considering I fell asleep whilst my sister drove, there wasn’t much conversation, I guess she’s still in shock considering she had a much different experience in comparison to the one I had, not that I blame her. I think something simply snapped in them, mum was always murmuring to herself in a different language, it seemed as if it was Latin and dad would randomly snarl at people. I guess everyone has their points, but theirs led to them filicide, whereas others just simply have a breakdown and they have a support system. Not killing three of the four children in the home at the present time. Although Bea has been living in our great grandparents’ old house since she inherited it and done it up. Yet I have a feeling with her being a successful author helps to pay the bills.

It’s only when Bea pulls up in front of the house that I feel myself to get choked up. “How can you sit there so calm Bea? After what they did to Alastair, Blaze and Harry, how can you not be a bit more of a mess?” I question my sister, tears rolling down my face.

“Because Y/N, I didn’t see it like you did, it hasn’t processed in my head like it has for you. But I’m here for you now and I am going to be the big sister you’ve missed out on since I left.” Bea explains and she puts her arm around me across the centre console and I rest my head on her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry Bea, I should’ve done more to save them or to stop them.” I sob out.

“Hey, Y/N listen to me, it’s not your fault one bit now how about you come inside and meet Apollo, he’s dying to meet you and I am sure he’d love to give you all the cuddles in the world.” Bea tries to cheer me up and I sniffle and nod.

I hop out of Bea’s grey Toyota and grab my bags from the boot of her car and follow her up to the house after locking the car behind me. Bea is already at the door and after unlocking it and opening the door, a Pit Bull comes darting out the door and jumps up on my front and starts licking me. “Aw, hello little fella. Aren’t you the cutest guy around here huh?” I say dropping one of the bags so I can stroke him, and I can hear Bea laughing. “Okay, Apollo! Come here!” He gets down instantly and retreats to her and I pick up my bags and follow suit to the house. It’s only when I get inside, I really grasp how big the house is. “Jesus Christ Bea, when you said that the house was a bit bigger than what I’d be used to, I didn’t expect this. Fucking hell!” I exclaim in amazement and the scale of the downstairs area and how cosy it is at the same time. All Bea does is laugh.

“Hey, follow me, I’ll show you your room.” Bea suggests and I follow suit and gaze around the house as we walk and how the walls look so clean and modern with different prints from artists around ranging from simple line art to intricate landscapes. There are few photos, but I assume she has a majority of them in her room. That’s when we stop in front of an eggshell white wooden door. Bea ushers for me to go inside the room and it has a little corridor before opening up to the room which is simple and has a double bed with a wooden frame and white bedding. To the left there’s a door that leads to what I presume to be my bathroom which also doubles up as a wardrobe as well. I find myself gobsmacked. “Like it?”

“Like it? I love it!” I exclaim and hug her.

“I know it’s not much right now at least until your stuff from England gets here but you can decorate however you want it okay?” I simply nod at Bea.

“Thank you, seriously Bea.”

“It’s fine. Anyways, whilst I am working tomorrow, I need you to run some errands for me and when you are done with them, I’ll teach you how to drive and maybe we can watch some movies? You’ll be having to start school when it starts up again in January, so we have three weeks for you to adjust here.” I give her a small smile and that’s when she leaves me to my devices. That’s when I lie down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling, what adventures will come to me? I don’t know. Will I meet new people? Indefinitely. Do I have a feeling that this town has something to it? Yes. Am I going to find out? Now that is an answer that I don’t think anyone knows or would be willing to answer.

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Falling asleep in my clothes from the day prior was apparently a bad idea since it made me feel dirty as soon as I woke up. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I quickly shower and get into some clean clothes. Wandering through the house I end up in the kitchen and I find a list of errands for me to do today and underneath is another note to give to someone called Deaton? I shrug and put them in my pockets so I can get some breakfast before leaving.

Just as I am about to put the bread in the toaster, I hear Bea shout my name. “Yeah?” I question. “I’ve got a friend coming around so let him in when he gets here please!”

“Sure!” I reply and turn back to the toaster and push them down.

Yet just as they pop out of the toaster the doorbell rings. “I’m coming!” I pull the toast out and drop it on the plate before sliding towards the door and slipping back as I open the door due to wearing socks on a clean laminate floor. I fall on my ass as the door swings open to reveal a dark figure in a leather jacket and seems to have a case of resting bitch face to me. He looks down at me. “Hi.” He awkwardly greets and offers me a hand up.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Bea’s younger sister. You must be…” I trail off.

“Derek. Derek Hale. It’s nice to meet you Y/N, can I ask where’s your sister?” He questions and I step away from him due to the proximity.

“I think she’s in her study, I’m sure you’ll know where that is because I sure as hell don’t. Now if you don’t mind me, I’ve got some toast with my name on it. It was nice meeting you Derek.” I explain and give him a sincere smile.

“You too Y/N” he returns with a smile and heads down the nearest corridor presumably to Bea’s study. I close the door behind him and head back to the kitchen. As I sit there eating my toast I notice my iPad lighting up with messages from Facebook messenger from my friends back at home. I elect to ignoring it and go back to eating my food when a shiver runs down my spine. Ha, it must be somebody walking over my grave. That’s how the saying goes right?

I finish up my food and head out to do the errands that Bea has requested. I stop by the animal clinic where I am met with a boy my age with an uneven jaw. “Hi, is Deaton here? I have something for him from my sister.” I explain to him and he explains that he’s just gone to pick something up from the shop, or store as he called it.

“So, are you new in town?” He questions.

“Let me guess you could tell from the accent?” I return and he chuckles.

“Just a bit, do you know your way around town?” I shake my head. “After Deaton gets back, I’m meeting with my friend Stiles, if you want we can show you around.” What sort of a name is Stiles?

“You know what I’ll take you up on that offer…”

“Scott. Scott McCall.”

“Nice to meet you Scott McCall, I’m Y/N Blackwood.” 

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the winter witch - teen wolf fic

This will probably be an eventual stiles x reader, but before that theres some isaac x reader. :)

Teaser - 

Moving 5.3 thousand miles at sixteen wasn’t exactly my plan but it’s what ended up happening. No GCSE taking, no getting drunk in a field on the last day or after prom. Instead it’s a flight to California to live with my older sister. Although I guess it was bound to happen given the circumstances and the only place, I could realistically go without being put into a bad situation was here, Beacon Hills in the Golden State. As if being a 16-year-old isn’t melodramatic enough, being one with issues and a fish out of water creates melodrama for a good year or so. The drive from the airport to Beacon Hills itself wasn’t too bad considering I fell asleep whilst my sister drove, there wasn’t much conversation, I guess she’s still in shock considering she had a much different experience in comparison to the one I had, not that I blame her. I think something simply snapped in them, mum was always murmuring to herself in a different language, it seemed as if it was Latin and dad would randomly snarl at people. I guess everyone has their points, but theirs led to them filicide, whereas others just simply have a breakdown and they have a support system. Not killing three of the four children in the home at the present time. Although Bea has been living in our great grandparents’ old house since she inherited it and done it up. Yet I have a feeling with her being a successful author helps to pay the bills.

Alongside this I’ll be doing more requests and carrying on my GoT fic. 

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Alternative Coping Mechanisms To Help Avoid Or Reduce Self-Harming

This post is going to be very long so I apologize in advance but it is going to be worth the read. I got this 8 page handout from my psychiatrist so I figured I would share it with you guys. Credit goes to whoever originally came up with this.

Alternatives for when you’re feeling angry or restless:

Scribble on photos of people in magazines 

Viciously stab an orange 

Throw a pair of socks against the wall 

Have a pillow fight with the wall 

Scream very loudly 

Tear apart newspapers, photos, or magazines 

Go to the gym, dance, exercise 

Listen to music and sing along loudly 

Draw a picture of what is making you angry 

Beat up a stuffed bear

Pop bubble rap 

Pop balloons 

Splatter paint

Scribble on a piece of paper until the whole page is black 

Throwing darts at a dartboard 

Go for a run 

Write your feelings on paper then rip it up 

Use stress relievers 

Build a fort of pillows and then destroy it 

Throw ice cubes at the bathtub wall, at a tree, etc 

Brush the fur of a stuffed animal or real animal 

Slash an empty plastic soda bottle or a piece of heavy cardboard or an old shirt or sock 

Make a soft cloth doll to represent the things you are angry at; cut and tear it instead of yourself 

Flatten aluminum cans for recycling, seeing how fast you can go 

On a sketch or photo of yourself, mark in red ink what you want to do. Cut and tear the picture. 

Break sticks 

Cut up fruits 

Make yourself as comfortable as possible 

Stomp around in heavy shoes 

Play handball or tennis 

Yell at what you are breaking and tell it why you are angry, hurt, upset, etc.

Buy a cheap plate and decorate it with markers, stickers, cut outs from magazines, words, images, whatever that expresses your pain and sadness and when you are done, smash it. (Please be careful when doing this)

Alternatives that will give you a sensation (other than pain) without harming yourself:

Hold ice in your hands, against your arm, or in your mouth

Run your hands under freezing cold water 

Snap a rubber band or hair band against your wrist 

Clap your hands until it stings 

Wax your legs 

Drink freezing cold water 

Splash your face with cold water

Put glue on your hands and then peel it off 

Massage where you want to hurt yourself 

Take a hot shower/bath 

Jump up and down to get some sensation in your feet 

Write or paint on yourself 

Arm wrestle with a friend or family member 

Take a cold bath 

Bite into a hot pepper 

Alternatives that will distract you or take up your time:

Say “I will self-harm in fifteen minutes if I want to” and keep going for periods of fifteen minutes until the urge fades

Color your hair 

Count to ten getting louder until you are screaming 

Sing on the karaoke machine 

Complete something you’ve been putting off 

Take up a new hobby 

Make a cup of tea 

Tell and laugh at jokes 

Play solitaire

Count up to 500 

Surf the net 

Make as many words out of your full name as possible 

Count ceiling tiles or lights 

Search ridiculous things on the web

Color coordinate your wardrobe 

Play with toys, such as a slinky 

Go to the park and play on the swings 

Call up an old friend

Do school work 

Play a music instrument 

 Watch TV or a movie 

Paint your nails 

Alphabetize your CDs or books 

Cook

Make origami to occupy your hands 

Dress up and try on old clothes 

Doodle on sheets of paper 

Play computer games or painting programs, such as photoshop.

Write out lyrics to your favorite song 

Play a sport 

Read a book/magazine 

Do a crossword 

Draw a comic strip 

Make a chain link out of paper counting the hours or days you’ve been self-harm free using pretty colored paper 

Knit, sew, or make a necklace 

Hunt for things on eBay or Amazon 

Go shopping 

Memorize a poem with meaning 

Learn to swear in another language 

Look up words in a dictionary 

Play hide-and-seek with your siblings 

Go outside and watch the clouds roll by 

Plan a party 

Find out if any concerts will be in your area

Make your own dance routine 

Trace your hand on a piece of paper; on your thumb, write something you like to look at; on your index finger, write something you like to touch; on your middle finger, write your favorite scent; on your ring finger, write something you like the taste of; on your pinky finger, write something you like to listen to; on your palm, write something you like about yourself

Plan regular activities for your mot difficult time of day 

Finish homework before it’s due

Take break from mental processing 

Notice black and white thinking 

Get out on your own, get away from the stress

Go on YouTube

Make a scrapbook 

Color in a picture or coloring book 

Make a phone list of people you can call for support. Allow yourself to use it.

Pay attention to your breathing. (breath slowly, in through your nose and out through your mouth)

Pay attention to the rhythmic motions of your body (walking, stretching, etc.)

Choose a random object and try to list 30 different uses for it

Pick a subject and research it on the web - alternatively, pick something to research and then keep clicking on links, trying to get as far away from the original topic as you can 

Take a small step towards a goal you have

Alternatives that are completely bizarre. At the least, you’ll have a laugh:

Crawl on all fours and bark like a dog or another animal

Run around outside screaming 

Laugh for no reason whatsoever 

Make funny faces in a mirror 

Without turning orange, self-tan 

Pluck your eyebrows 

Put faces on apples, oranges, other sorts of food 

Go to the zoo and name all of the animals 

Color on the walls 

Blow bubbles 

Pull weeds in the garden 

Alternatives for when you’re feeling guilty, sad, or lonely:

Congratulate yourself on each minute you go without self-harming

Draw or paint 

Look at the sky 

Instead of punishing yourself by self-harming, punish yourself by not self-harming

Call a friend and ask for company 

Buy a cuddly toy 

Give someone a hug with a smile 

Put a face mask on 

Watch a favorite TV show or movie 

Eat something ridiculously sweet 

Remember a happy moment and relive it for awhile in your heard 

Treat yourself to some chocolate 

Try to imagine the future and plan things you want to do 

Look at things that are special to you 

Compliment someone else 

Make sculptures 

Watch fish 

Let yourself cry 

Play with a pet 

Have or give a massage 

Imagine yourself living in a perfect home and describe it in your mind 

If you’re religious, read the bible or pray 

Light a candle and watch the flame (but please be careful)

Go chat in a chat room 

Allow yourself to cry; crying is a healthy release of emotions 

Accept a gift from a friend 

Carry tokens to remind you of peaceful comforting things/people 

Take a hot bath with bath oil or bubbles 

Curl up under a comforter with hot cocoa and good book 

Make a tray of special treats and tuck yourself into bed with and watch TV or read

Alternatives for when you’re feeling panicky or scared:

“See, hear and feel” - 5 things, then 4, then 3, and count down to one which make you focus on your surroundings and will calm you down 

Listen to soothing music; have a CD with motivational songs that you can listen to 

Meditate or do yoga 

Name all your soft toys 

Do a “reality check list” - write down all the things you can list about where you are now

With permission, give someone a hug 

Drink herbal tea 

Crunch ice 

Hug a tree 

Go for a walk if it’s safe to do so 

Feel your pulse to prove you’re alive 

Go outside attempt to catch butterflies 

Put your feet firmly on the floor 

Accept where you are in the process. Beating yourself u p, only makes it worse 

Touch something familiar/ safe. Leave the room. 

Lay on your back comfortably (eyes closed), and breathe in for 4, hold for 2, out for 4, hold for 2. Make sure to fill your belly up with air, not your chest.

Give yourself permission to….(Keep it safe)

Alternatives that will hopefully make you think twice about harming yourself:

Think about how you don’t want scars

Treat yourself nicely 

Remember that you don’t have to hurt yourself just because you’re thinking about self-harm 

Create a safe place to go 

Acknowledge that self-harm is harmful behavior: say “I want to hurt myself” rather than “I want to cut (or anything else)”

Repeat to yourself “I don’t deserve to be hurt” even if you don’t believe it 

Remember that you always have the choice not to cut: it’s up to you what you do 

Think about how you may feel guilty after self-harming 

Remind yourself that the urge to self-harm is impulsive: you will only feel like self-harming for short bursts of time 

Avoid temptation 

Get your friends to make you friendship bracelets: wear them around your wrists to remind you of them when you want to cut 

Be with other people 

Make your own list of thing to do instead of self-harm 

Make a list of your positive character traits 

Put a Band-Aid  on the area where you’d like to self-harm 

Recognize and acknowledge the choices you have NOW 

Pay attention to the changes needed to make you feel safe

Notice “choices” versus “dilemmas”

Lose the “should-could-have-to” words. Try…. “What if”

Kiss the places you want to SH or kiss the places you have healing wounds. It can be a reminder that you about yourself and that you don’t want this

Choose your way of thinking, try to resist following old thinking patterns 

The Butterfly project - draw a butterfly on the place(s) that you would self-harm and if the butterfly fades without self-harming, it means it has lived and flown away, given a sense of achievement. Whereas if you do self-harm with the butterfly there; you will have to wash it off. If that does happen, you can start again by drawing a new one on. You can name the butterfly after someone you love

Write the name of a loved one, or anyone else who cares about you where you want to self-harm. When you go to self harm remember how much they care and wouldn’t want you to harm yourself

Think about what you would say to a friend who was struggling with the same things you are and try to be a good friend to yourself 

Make a bracelet out of duct tape, and put lines on it every day you go without self-harm. When it’s full of lines, take it off and make a chain out of all the bracelets and hang it up somewhere where you can be reminded of your great progress

Alternatives that give the illusion of seeing something similar to blood:

Draw on yourself with a red pen or body paint, or go to a site such as this where you ‘cut’ the screen (be aware that some people may find this triggering, so view with caution)

Cover yourself with plasters where you want to self-harm 

Give yourself a henna or fake tattoo

Draw on the areas you want to self-harm using ice

Alternatives to help you sort through your feelings:

Phone a friend and talk to them 

Make a collage of how you feel 

Negotiate with yourself 

Identify what is hurting so bad you need to express it in this way 

Write your feelings in a diary 

Free write 

Make lists of everything such as blessings in your life 

Make a notebook of song lyrics that you can relate to 

Call a hotline 

Write a letter to someone telling them how you feel (but you don’t have to send it if you don’t want to)

Start a grateful journal where everyday you write down three: good things that happened/ things that you accomplished/ are grateful for/ made you smile. Make sure the journal is strictly positive things. Then when you feel down you can go back and look at it

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Reblog this picture of me holding a Family Size box of Honey Nut Cheerios? I’d really appreciate it.

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The first pride was a riot, more specifically a riot against police violence. Trans women of colour like Marsha P. Johnson paved the way for the celebration of pride today. You cannot celebrate your pride this month, or any month if you aren’t also supporting Black Lives Matter and the riots going on against police violence right now. Us white LGBTQ+ need to stand up for our black siblings and their rights, their struggles. We need to amplify their voices and show any support we can.Hey! Better yet, reblog this version:

Extensive BLM Google doc including places to donate to, education resources, etc

List of 75 things white people can do right now

Simple way to donate to the cause if you have no money to

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we’re all Hermione

Me: It’s the weekend! time for some light reading

The light reading in question:

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bitches will play uno after writing only 100 words for a fic, i’m bitches

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if you love me, don’t let go - part two - eggsy unwin.

y/n - your name

m/n - middle name

l/n - last name

word count - 1301

requested? - yes

warnings - person in hospital

part one 

Eggsy’s PoV

The air pressure is clear in my head when we land back at HQ, it’s become a norm for me. The mission was a success and I can’t wait to just relax after the debrief. Yet that didn’t come, not that it ever does because it’s always mission after mission and I haven’t perhaps relaxed and hung out with y/n or even seen mum in a while.

After my debrief with Merlin my phone started to ring from an unknown number, usually they’re just spam callers but in my gut it feels like this is important.

“Hello? Is this Gary Unwin? You’re listed as Y/N L/N’s emergency contact.” The person asks.

I nod but it takes a second for me to realise that they don’t know i’ve nodded. “This is him speaking.”

“I’m sorry but I regret to inform you Mr Unwin, but Miss L/N has been admitted here at Ravenscourt Park Hospital.” My breath gets caught in my throat and I feel my palms start to clam up.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I state and simply hang up and I am in shock. That’s when Merlin exits the briefing room alongside Roxy and they look at me with concern.

“You alright Eggsy? You’re looking rather gaunt.”

“Y/N’s in hospital Merlin.”

“Oh,” he says and gives me a look of sympathy. “Well then, you better go and see her then and be there for her.” I only nod, tears starting to form in my eyes as I begin processing the information still. “Eggsy. Go. She’ll be okay I promise you. She’s a fighter.”

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Seeing her lying on the bed with so little life in her is all that is needed for panic to set in. The heart rate monitor is steady however. “Mr Unwin?” a nurse questions and I just nod in response. “She’s just come from surgery and it was successful, it may be for a while that she wakes up. We can’t determine when sorry,” it all goes through one ear and out the other.

“Okay, thank you.” I say and just sit myself next to her bed and hold her hand. Merlin’s words ringing through my head she’s a fighter, I wonder where she got it from. A chuckle emits at my own offhand comment.

She’s always been stubborn, when it’s proving a point or standing up for someone or what is right. It seems to be her to the very last letter. Whether it be from something as silly to what colour that blooming dress was that went viral or her political opinions, some of which she ended up in fights with people in pubs about.

Even with all of the stubbornness in her or even in the stubbornness in the world, I can’t imagine her gone. Every important moment in my life and there she was, even if she was any shit, she’d find a way. I guess along the way I fell for her, the stupid way she pretty much corrects anything I say, the cute face she pulls when concentrating or the way when it’s something she’s passionate about her eyes light up. It always has and always will be Y/N.

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Hours turn into days and days turn into two weeks and hope only seems to dwindle. They say she should be coming out within the next few days because it’s a rarity for this to even last this long. I don’t know but I just want her back.

I want the shenanigans. I want the car rides. I want the sing alongs to the radio. I want everything and more. To hear her laugh, to hold her in a hug so tight that she’s complaining to me. I just want her. Within the days of visiting she’s grown a collection of flowers and a teddy bear from Roxy, but I have decided once she’s awake I am going to tell her. I am going to tell Y/N that I like her, no. I love her.

Yet as I sit in the chair I receive a text from Merlin that I need to go on a mission and that he wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t needed. I send off a quick reply and start to stand up and that’s when two nurses come in the room. I kiss her on the head before leaving to the shop. There’s distant giggles coming from y/n’s room, obviously the nurses. I block it out and just go because the sooner this is done the sooner I can come back to her.

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The mission lasted a few days, it was the usual gathering intel and I follow my routine of the prior two weeks of heading to the hospital and that’s when I receive the news. She’s awake and she’s gone home.

My hearts racing at the thought. She’s okay. She’s home. And before I know it I am in front of her door and a growing smile accompanies.

The door opens. “You’re okay!” I exclaim and go to hug her which she recoils from which causes a pang to go through me.

“Yeah, as much as someone who was attacked can I guess.” She says and hobbles back in leaving me to follow her in and she heads towards her bed.

“Are you okay?” I ask and she just nods but I can see her eyes begin to glass over. “Okay, now I know you’re not okay, talk to me Y/N.”

“I don’t know okay. One minute I’m walking from Amy’s and the next I know someone is attacking me and asking me about your job and then I was alone and it just felt so cold and it felt horrible, like I haven’t felt like that since my parents were screaming and shouting at me for dropping out of University. Yet I was on the verge of death. But the worst thing Eggsy, it was being there bleeding out in the middle of London alone. I don’t think I can be alone again if I’m honest.” I pull her into my side comfortingly and motion for her to carry on. “I realised that all of the best moment in my life are with you and I don’t know what I am going to do with myself if I don’t tell you that I love you Eggsy. I have done since we were kids and I mean in a romantic way, not a platonic way and if you leave i’ll understand but I had to say it.” She just said what I was going to literally tell her, no way this is actually real. That’s when I decide to just come out with it.

“Y/N, when I got the call from the hospital saying that you were there, I froze. I don’t freeze. I was with Merlin and Roxy and I broke down hearing that news because guess what, Y/N M/N L/N I am in love with you and I have been for years okay?” Next thing I know we’re kissing and pulling away and I can taste her lip balm easily. “God, I’ve waited years to do that.” I murmur.

“I can bet I have been waiting longer than you Eggs,” She smirks and cocks her brow at me. That’s when I try to lay me down. “Ah ah ah, nope mister. I’m not allowed to engage in any physical activity for six weeks until the stitches can be taken out.” She explains to which I huff at and decide to just cuddle her instead. “But this, I can get used to,” She mutters and lays her head on my chest. “I love you Eggsy.”

“I love you too Y/N” I say and relish in having her in my arms and I don’t plan to let her go anytime soon.

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Youtubers Masterlist

Miniminter

Nightwalks

Movies? Sleep!

I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you

Lightweight, well that’s the opposite

Girl is indefinitely hot

Pizza and Snow

Still into you

Teasing and being flustered?

Never Have I Ever

From diss tracks to confessing

Cartref

Unspoken

KSI

February 3rd

Sneaking Around

Calfreezy

Winter Wonderland

TBJZL

Can I have this dance?

Wroetoshaw

Pranks and Best Friends

Vikkstar123

We found a way

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prompt list

1. I can’t keep doing this okay.

2. If you do that again I swear on all that is holy I will flush you down the toilet.

3. Okay if you’re so smart, tell me. What’s my name?

4. It’s not that bad! Please, you’re literally covered in marks.

5. Odds on

6. Why does it look like your mum?

7. Leave me in my Michael Bubble Buble okay, wait no - Michael Buble bubble.

8. Oh, so you’re alive. I was wasted, not murdered.

9. There’s only one way to find out.

10. Spoons!

11. Are you sure you’re human?

12. Winner gets the loser to do whatever they want.

13. I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle this, have a nice day.

14. Oh please my dick is bigger than your future and I don’t even have one.

15. What do you expect? Me to fall to your feet and kiss them. You have another thing coming your way bud.

16. Titles are for prats.

17. I don’t know if I should walk away or carry on watching to see what happens next.

18. Why do you look like Post Malone? Because I can.

19. In the name of the holy dorito, get fucked.

20. Oh, you’re the villain. Nah, I think I’m going to take a nap if that’s the case.

21. If you don’t shut up right now I am going to throw you out of this car so fast you’ll travel back in time.

22. Why’d you walk up fifty flights of stairs when there’s a lift? It was out of order. No it isn’t, I just came up in it.

23. I bet you my virginity that it’s the case. But you’re not a virgin. Exactly I have nothing to lose... anymore.

24. I don’t care if it’s summer, I am putting up the christmas tree because we are stuck in this forsaken house.

25. I mean, I’d smash.

26. We’ve swapped genders haven’t we?

27. No this is bad, I shouldn’t be agreeing with the villain. I’m going to amazon prime a new moral compass after this.

28. Nope, it’s too early for a pandemic to happen.

29. I didn’t get a wink of sleep but I’m now tiktok famous so, who’s the real winner.

30. I’m going to prove you wrong if it’s the last thing I do.

31. Oi, don’t leave. You still have my ______

32. My back would say otherwise. 

33. I’m fighting fitter than you ever would.

34. How many people can I disappoint in 24 hours? A lot.

35. Oh he can butter my crumpet any day. I prefer jam. Well fuck you then ___

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Okay, I’m trying to work through requests and all but I have decided that I will be taking requests for the sidemen and friends again because why not and I’m currently looking like post malone so even better

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if you love me don’t let go - eggsy unwin

Y/N - Your Name

M/N - Middle Name

L/N - Last Name

M/O - McDonalds Order

Word Count - 2471

Requested? - Nope

Warnings? - Swearing, mention of dying and injury, flashbacks that may get you in feels

Notes - I’m in my feels okay :( also it’s formatted more space for paragraphs and i canny be bothered to fix it sorry. also would you guys want a second part of this in eggsy’s pov??

part two

When they say you’re meant to see important parts of your life flash through your head before you die, they weren’t wrong. Yet after all that I’ve done there is one common denominator in these flashes, Eggsy. The man that has held a significant part of my heart for most of my life ever since we met in infants and he had that glimmer of hope in his eyes, we were the terrible twosome as Michelle loved to call us.

I never believed this would be the way I would go, alone in an alleyway, bleeding out because of a mugger or possible enemy of Kingsman. The details I didn’t care for, all apart from the fact that I didn’t have Eggsy with me.

Yet with the strength I have left, I reach for my phone and whilst my initial thought was to call Eggsy I know that if I am to get out of here alive, it’ll have to be the emergency services. After all, Eggsy is probably out with someone who’s most definitely not me. Best friends, that’s all we’ve ever been yet I love him more than that and I guess he’ll never reciprocate because it’s just plain old me.

Smearing blood on the phone screen as I typed in the one digit thrice I could only feel myself start to grow weaker as the time flew by. I can assure you that although time is flying, i’m not having fun.

“Hello, Emergency Service Operator speaking, which service do you require?”

“erm, the one with the ambulance thing. Yeah that’s it, ambulance please,” I ask and the operator who connects me instantly “Hello? I’m currently in an alleyway on Chiswick High Road and I was attacked and I’m bleeding really badly and I think they might have shot me, I don’t know it happened so fast and I just need help please,” I explain swiftly to the operator who keeps a calm tone.

“Okay miss can you stay on the phone? There’s an ambulance heading your way now. Can you stay on the line as I ask you questions?” The operator asks.

“I can try, but things are getting fuzzy.” I explain.

“Okay, so what’s your name miss”

“Y/N M/N L/N”

“What’s your age?”

“Oh erm what year is it again? Oh yeah 2015, so I am 23” I figure out.

“Okay miss, now what’s your blood type?”

“Red? I don’t know for the life of me Jesus Christ this is bad, i’m sorry,” I say to the operator as things start to fade in and out and I try to fight it, I really do yet black spots cover my vision and as I feel myself start to fall the last things I can hear is the operator on my phone asking me to stay awake.

——

“Okay class settle down today we are going to be doing work with partners so buddy up!” The teacher explains and I look around to see everyone buddy up with their best friends whilst i’m on my own. “Y/N, come here. Now you’re going to pair up with Gary okay?” I nod and we sit down at his table.

“My names not Gary, it’s Eggsy. It’s such a cooler name than Gary,” Gary, no. Eggsy says to me. I smile at him.

“Okay, Eggsy. I’m Y/N and you’re going to be my new best friend.”

“But you’re a girl.”

“So what if I am?”

“Do you pinky swear that you’re not gross like other girls.”

“I pinky swear.”

“Now we can be best friends,” Eggsy says with a toothy grin and I return it with him and we begin to work on the poster that the teacher had set for us.

——

“Wooo! Go Eggsy!” I shout in the stands next to Eggsy’s mum. Both of us cheering him on in his gymnastics competition.

“That’s my boy!” Michelle shouts and I shout alongside her cheering for my best friend as if the noise I make will make him win even more.

He pulls off the routine effortlessly as per usual and I sit there restlessly with a cheshire grin on my face, waiting until I can congratulate him because that’s some talent needed.

It was no surprise he won the competition, again, yet to congratulate him we went to the one place anybody goes for celebration, McDonalds. He orders a big mac whilst I get a M/O and we sit down and eat across from one another and Michelle is sat next to Eggsy with her meal as well.

“Well done babes,” Michelle says.

“Yeah, well done Eggsy!” I say with a mouthful of food and Michelle gives me a motherly glare. “Sorry.”

“Did you see me out there? I was flying like a bird and just swinging and it was amazing!” Eggsy explains rushingly which Michelle just chuckles at and I nod and carry on eating my meal.

——

“Oh come on Y/N what’s one night going to do to your study plan? We’ve literally only just started year eleven you’ll be fine, you’re a clever clogs anyways.”

“Eggsy, we had this conversation when it came to mocks in year ten and what did I do? I flunked it, so we are not going there.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport love come onnnn, you know you want to,” Eggsy eggs on with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Fine. I’ll take the day off and we can do what you want.”

“Oh you’re going to regret saying that now,” Eggsy chides and I roll my eyes at his antics.

“Are you trying to make me change my mind?” He shakes his head and we leave my room to go and follow whatever antics he had in store.

That night ended up with us in A & E because Eggsy got into a fight and I attempted to break it up and a for sale house sign ended up hitting me in the face.

A busted lip with a scar to remember it with since the sign managed to break through into my mouth.

The look on Eggsy’s face when it happened seemed to be one of pure anger and fear, but I could’ve been seeing things. Yet at fifteen I knew for definite after all the years I’d known Eggsy Unwin, I loved him. For the following weeks he was so protective of me that it was almost overbearing. Almost.

I managed to get him to watch some movies with me and we even ended up eventually on watching My Fair Lady which I fell asleep to within ten minutes whilst Eggsy watched the whole thing.

——

It was one of them nights, I instantly knew when the phone rang. It was Eggsy, Dean was being a dick again. He came over to my house and I put aside all of my a level revision and brought him into a hug. “Why did she pick him of all people Y/N?”

“I don’t know Eggs, it’ll get better eventually, I promise.”

“How can you promise that?” he asks and that’s when I know he needs a pick me up.

“Because i’m psychic okay, and obviously I can see your future which is extremely blinding to the naked eye that you’d need factor a thousand sun cream okay?” I explain to him with a sorrowful smile on my features, he simply nods and I pull him back into a hug although it’s an awkward angle due to the height difference.

“I was thinking about joining the marines.” Eggsy blurts out.

“That’d be great for you Eggs, I mean it’s what you want to do right?” I ask him looking into his green eyes.

“Yeah, but.” He stops.

“But what Eggsy?” I ask.

“I don’t want to leave you or mum.” He explains.

“Look, if you do just know I’m with you every step of the way regardless, and i’ll be there for your mum as well. I’ll look after her.” I explain and rub his back soothingly. He gives me a incredulous look. “Oi, don’t be cheeky. Need I remind you on how I got this scar?” I nudge him and he chuckles.

“Okay, you’ve got me,” he sighs and loops his arms around me and brings me in tightly. “How do you always know to say the right thing?” he asks.

“I’m an a level student, I’m smart what can I say?” I say cheekily with a wink and that causes him to tickle my sides and I have no escape. “Eggsy! Stop! Please!” I plead.

“Say uncle!”

“Neverrr!” I laugh out and it starts to pain me. Yet he is relentless in tickling me. “Okay okay! Uncle,” I relent and he laughs before launching himself on my bed.

“So… rom com or horror?” he asks.

“which would you prefer?” I return.

“Romcom.”

“Horror it is then,” I retort and he gasps from behind me. “Deal with it Eggboy, you prefer the romcoms and I like the horror movies I thought we had established this by now. Okay, now pick. Left or right.”

“Right.”

“It’s…. Saw!” I exclaim pulling the movie out from behind my back and he rolls his eyes at my excitement for the franchise. “Don’t worry, you can hide in my arms if you get scared,” I tease as I put in the dvd.

“Oi!” he shouts and throws a pillow which hits me square in the face as I turn around.

“What? It’s the truth and you know it,” I chastise.

——

Eggsy was halfway through training before his mum went mental at him not wanting to lose him like how she lost his dad and I could understand and so did Eggsy to the point that he dropped out.

When he returned home I had my final exam of my whole a levels. Three and a half hours of pure writing and by the time it was done my hand had cramped up into the position of how I hold my pen. Yet when leaving the building he was there waiting for me in casual clothes. “Eggsy!” I exclaimed as I ran to him to which he brought me into his arms with ease.

“Hello love,” he states with a smirk on his face. “Pub?”

“Yes, you read my mind. Especially after that exam,” I state and we head to my car that I had saved up for with work.

——

All throughout the time I was in university, Eggsy was by my side. Even when I dropped out because the band that I had been working with was starting to take off and I decided it was for the best to drop out of my degree.

He was there when my family kicked me out after learning of me dropping out and helped me find a flat as well.

There were many lows and many highs. There was always the almosts. The almost love, the almost kiss. Yet it never happened.

And thus darkness, the only familiar thing throughout, when I was attacked it was dark and that’s what it’s like for me without him, dark.

Yet in the near distance a rhythmic droning beats. It sounds almost like a heart monitor. Wait. I must have made it to the hospital. I was found in time.

Fighting to open up my eyes was probably harder than it should have been but I was determined. Although it was bright, I soon adjusted and I’m met with the clinical space of a hospital bedroom. Flowers are dotted around the room and I notice a small teddy bear in a suit amongst them all. I smile at the gesture. Then the door swings open where two nurses are chatting amongst themselves and that’s when they notice i’m awake.

The next few days were a blur and before I knew it I was heading home, alone. Although the days were a blur, nobody visited. Lying in my bed for the first time in what felt like forever was luxurious yet it was interrupted by a knock at my door and a groan from my mouth following suit. I grab my crutches and hobble to the door, ready to tell the person to fuck off yet when the door opens I’m met with the familiar green eyes.

“You’re okay!” he exclaims and goes to hug me which I recoil against.

“Yeah, as much as someone who was attacked can I guess.” I say and hobble back in leaving him to follow me in and I head back towards my bedroom where my bed beckons me.

“Are you okay?” he inquires. I just nod and sit on my bed. “Okay now I know you’re not okay, talk to me Y/N.” Tears start to well in my eyes.

“I don’t know okay. One minute I’m walking from Amy’s and the next I know someone is attacking me and asking me about your job and then I was alone and it just felt so cold and it felt horrible, like I haven’t felt like that since my parents were screaming and shouting at me for dropping out of University. Yet I was on the verge of death. But the worst thing Eggsy, it was being there bleeding out in the middle of London alone. I don’t think I can be alone again if I’m honest.” He pulls me into his side gently and motions for me to carry on. “I realised that all of the best moment in my life are with you and I don’t know what I am going to do with myself if I don’t tell you that I love you Eggsy. I have done since we were kids and I mean in a romantic way, not a platonic way and if you leave i’ll understand but I had to say it.”

“Y/N, when I got the call from the hospital saying that you were there, I froze. I don’t freeze. I was with Merlin and Roxy and I broke down hearing that news because guess what, Y/N M/N L/N I am in love with you and I have been for years okay?” He confesses and we lean into one another, it was like it went in slow motion and then the next thing I knew we were kissing. “God i’ve waited years to do that,”

“I can bet I have been waiting longer than you Eggs,” I smirk and cock my eyebrow at him. That’s when he tries to lay me down. “Ah ah ah, nope mister. I’m not allowed to engage in any physical activity for six weeks until the stitches can be taken out.” I explain to which he huffs and decides to just cuddle me instead. “But this, I can get used to,” I mutter and lay my head on his chest.

“I love you Eggsy.”

“I love you too Y/N”

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just saying, i’m trying to make the next post as tear jerking as possible for an fyi :))

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my english coursework can suck my ass