#Roxy Morton x Reader

[scarlettacklen1986]

Dreams come true •Kingsman Merlin•

Word count: 400

Type: Fluff

Warning: Non

Paring: Merlin × Oc (description is kept limited name can easily be changed when reading)

Summary: Merlin goes to find Maya when she sneaks away from from a party to think to herself

"So I've lost Morgana," Eggsy announced as he walked up to Harry and Merlin at the Kingsman gala.

"She's probably hiding away," Merlin said handing his drink off to Harry leaving the large hall.

The corridors were quieter than the hall, Merlin checked where he usually found, Maya, Agent Morgana, when she decided to hide away and think, the gardens.

He went out to the garden found her sat on a low wall in the gardens, a beer bottle next to her, dressed in a bright red formal dress.

"You're a long way from the party, princess," he said.

Maya looked up from the ground smilling. "Yeah, lots people, lot of noise, you know what I'm like," she said.

"Understandable," he said "What were you thinking about?" He asked sitting next to her.

"Do you ever think that your dreams could come true?" She asked as she swung her legs.

"No," he replied quickly. "Why? Do you?"

Maya frowned slightly. "No. . .Just wondering" she said, Merlin nodded. "If you could have a dream come true? What would it be?" She asked.

"Honestly? This is my dream, I've never thought of anything else," he shrugged.

"Absolutely nothing? You've only ever wanted to be a quartermaster? You've got no dream?" She asked.

"Maybe a nice healthy marriage, a dog but yeah Kingsman is all I've ever known, next to the army and Kingsman has a much nicer uniform" he said.

"Do you have other dreams?" He asked her.

"Mhm, I guess, it's dumb." she shrugged.

"What is it?"

"I want to live out in the country, nice little house, a couple of dogs maybe, married to a nice guy, work in a little family bakery," she said.

"I guess a healthy relationship is a dream for every Kingsman," Merlin said taking her drink from the side stealing a sip.

"Expect Eggsy, he got it " Maya shrugged.

"So tell me, who is this perfect dream husband?" He asked.

Maya took her drink back from Merlin taking a long drink of it. "Well he's tall, he dresses well, a little older then me with glasses, bald and a rich thick Scottish accent," she said.

Merlin looked at her surprised. "Me?" He asked.

"Mhm, you occupy alot of my unconscious mind apparently," she said.

Merlin slid off the wall coming to stand infront of her, his hands rested on either side of her.

"What other dreams have I been involved in?" He asked lowly. "A lot of them," she mumbled "Maybe dreams do come true," he said tipping her chin to look up at him, kissing her gently.

[ohnopoe]

Pride | Roxy Morton

Ship: Roxy Morton x female!Reader Summary: Your first Pride march with your girlfriend is your first Pride march in general, and it’s a little more overwhelming than you expected Word Count: 917 Warnings: Anxiety, overwhelming crowds Author’s Note: I’ve loved this beautiful character for so long and yet this is my first time attempting to write for her... yikes. Also the fact she’s brunette in this gif annoys me so much but I’m so tired so I just- I’m sorry. This is for @autumnleaves1991-blog​​‘s writer Wednesday and @flightlessangelwings​‘s 2k21 Pride Month… 

Colours, vibrant and ranging, seemed to explode before your very eyes, dousing everything they touched in all the shades of the rainbow. It was as if they bled from the flags that waved high above, painting their surroundings with joy and excitement like nothing you had ever felt before.

The street was loud, a cacophony of music and voices, chants and laughter, each sound a reminder of the person behind it. Thousands of strangers, all brought together, all sharing one moment in time and space.

Excitement melded with something unexpected, something so overwhelming that you couldn’t quite place it.

You were used to the noise, to the chaos of too many people to truly notice every detail. Years of training had you ready for just about any situation, and being surrounded by a mass of people should have been easy, and yet… it wasn’t.

Your first Pride march, and you couldn’t get out of your head for long enough to simply enjoy yourself.

Was it the uncertainty? The fact that you didn’t have Merlin watching your back through endless cameras? Was it the never dulling readiness that lay in the back of your mind, always prepared for the worst? Or was it something darker, a fear that you didn’t belong, a fear that even now, out and proud, you weren’t sure you belonged amongst those who had fought to belong?

Gulping, you did your best to push that thought down. Now wasn’t the time to doubt your place, to let those fears get the better of you.

Closing your eyes and doing your best to rid yourself of your doubts, to do a mental refresh, you tried to focus on the positives. Focus on the joy that was practically tangible as it did its best to soak through you. Focus on the way the group behind you attempted to sing along to the boom box they had brought along, shouting rather than finding anything near the actual tune of the old cassette that was working its hardest to blast Bronski Beat into the crowd. Focus on the feel of a soft hand slipping into your own.

The smile that slipped onto your lips was so natural, so normal, that you couldn’t help but open your eyes in response, seeking out the woman who never ceased to calm you.

Blonde hair framing her face, and a dress that was bought for fun, and completely ignoring the existence of the term ‘practicality’, Roxy Morton looked nothing like what you were used to seeing when you were in the field. Gone was the proper agent who could take down her foe in a mere matter of seconds, and in her place was a side of her that never ceased to amaze you.

Her smile grew with every second that you stared, happiness and pride mixing as she succeeded to steal you from the thoughts that were threatening to take over your mind.

It had been her idea to come, to enjoy your first Pride as a couple amongst the masses, and take a well earned day off in the process. She hadn’t realised at first that you’d never actually attended any Pride march, but from the moment she found out she had been nothing but supportive.

“You doing alright?” she asked with a raised brow, not letting her gaze fall from you for a second as she watched for your response.

It was always a little intimidating, knowing just how well she could read you. At first you thought it simply came with being a Kingsman agent, after all, you had been taught to read others fairly well in your own training. But Roxy didn’t have to read you, she never had to search for the truth hidden in your features, no, she knew you, seemingly from the moment you met.

With a small squeeze of her hand, you offered a reassuring nod. “Yeah, I just…” it would be so much easier if you could explain, but you could hardly figure it out yourself, let alone put it into words.

Leaning forwards, Roxy’s expression softened, her free hand reaching over to cup your cheek ever so gently.

Her forehead met your tenderly, and the chaos of the crowd still surrounding you suddenly didn’t feel so bad. The sound felt muffled, as if it were trying and failing to break through an invisible barrier that soaked up all that was trying to overwhelm you.

“I know,” she spoke softly, and even though the words were loud simply to be heard, they felt like a gentle caress, a whisper against your skin as you felt them hit you.

It hardly felt like a conscious decision as you moved forwards, breaking the already infinitesimal space between you. There was just something about her that drew you in, that had you craving her even when she was right there before you.

Your lips met slowly, as if your every movement was in slow motion. It was soft and tender, and surprisingly innocent. Neither made a move to deepen the kiss or seek out something more, each simply enjoying the tender love that lay in your kiss.

With another squeeze of your joint hands, Roxy watched, waiting until you met her gaze before speaking again.

“Hey,” she smiled so genuinely that you could see the gesture in every detail of her face, from the way her eyes twinkled, to the way her brow relaxed as she simply stared at you patiently. “I’m proud of you.”

[fireinmoonshot]

A/N: This is a masterlist for my ROXY MORTON x READER fics from the KINGSMAN fandom. Everything on this list was written between October 2017 and January 2018, though it will be updated accordingly if I decide to write for Roxy again in the future!

ONE SHOTS

Marry Me - 905 (When Roxy surprises you by showing up at Eggsy and Tilde’s wedding, an unexpected double wedding occurs.)

DRABBLES

“I’m tired of being your secret.”

“You know my name?”

“Don’t tempt me.” / “Is that my shirt?”

“Oh my God! You’re in love with her!” / “H-how long have you been standing there?”

“Do you smell burning?” / “You’ve got something on your cheek.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I really need you.”

“Is that mistletoe?”

“You’re blushing!”

HEADCANONS

Being married to Roxy.

Being Roxy’s best friend.

[sadchappuccino]

Fun & Fair

Pairing: Roxanne (Roxy) Morton x reader

warnings: Angst if you squint, FLUFF, vomit, language

Summary: Roxy, Eggsy, Tilde and you go to the fun fair

A/n: I’m not sure what to think about this yet please tell me what you think

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“Come on Roxy it’ll be fun” you whined, trying to convince your girlfriend to join you, Eggsy and Tilde to the fair fair in town. “I don’t know y/n, I’m pretty tired,” Roxy said. She shook her head as you continued to whine for her to come.

“It’ll be romantic,” you said, seeing Roxy’s expression cleared to a bit more positive you knew that you were close, “I promise that I will score a big teddy for you.” At this Roxy chuckled and kissed your cheek, “Alright, I will come for you.” You immediately brightened up and hugged her. “Perfect, let’s go.” Together you took the underground to the fair and went into town to meet Eggsy and Tilde.

Your hands held each other as your fingers were intertwined. You were close to the meeting point and you could already see the other couple standing. “Hey guys,” you smiled as you waved at them.

“Hi Roxy and Y/n” Tilde smiled politely at you. “So what do you guys wanna do first?” Eggsy asked you. “Oh, I want to do a shooting game because I promised my girl a stuffed animal” you winked at Roxy and she chuckled. “Alright let’s go” Eggsy said.

The four of you walked to the stand and you paid a few pounds to play a game. “I would watch out no one has gotten a good score before,” the owner of the game said. You just rolled your eyes and grabbed the fake gun. You shot a couple of rounds and all hit the bullseye without any issue on your side.

“I guess it’s not so hard” you smirked. The man grumbled and gave you a big plushy, which you immediately handed Roxy. “A promise is a promise” you smiled at him. You shook her hand and took the bear from you. “Thank you hun” she kissed your cheek and you blushed.

“Let’s eat some churros” Eggsy suddenly says. You agree and the four of you walk to a foodtruck. You ordered the food and walked further through the fair. The soft evening night made your skin glow and Roxy couldn’t keep her eyes off of it.

The four of you decided it would be fun to go for a ride on the rollercoaster. Eggsy and Tilde sat next to each other and you and Roxy sat behind them. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a rollercoaster” Roxy states. “I’m not surprised,” you said honestly, “Work got you swamped Rox Nd when we go out it’s normally not to an amusement park” you laugh.

“I know baby,” she looked down. “It’s okay Rox, we have enough time to spend together, remember last week when we suddenly went to town around midnight” you comforted her. “I love you y/n/n” Roxy smiled. “I love you too Rox.”

The ride went by fast. The four of you stepped out everyone seemed to have enjoyed the ride, only Tilde looked a bit pale. “You okay?” you asked, the moment you said that she bend forward and puked. “I think it’s time we head home,” Eggsy says checking if his girlfriend was alright. You nodded your head, “It’s late I think it’s time we go back too.”

“Yeah we have to get up early,” Roxy said about you and herself. The next day you both had to go back to work, dreading the moment you had to step into the office you worked in the city center. It was a dull job and you’d much rather spend your time with Roxy only you had to make money somehow.

You walked to the parking lot and Eggsy took his own car to get back home while you and Roxy hauled a cab over to get back. In the ride you could already notice how Roxy was a tad more tired. Whenever she would get sleepy, she would become more affective. Her head was placed on your shoulder and her hand was holding yours. “You tired darling?” you whispered in her hair before you kissed her. Apparently just sitting down made Roxy release how tired she actually was and all she desired was being wrapped up in your arms.

She needed you to hold her as much as you possibly could, her hectic and dangerous job made it hard for her to feel relaxed and only when she was wrapped in your loving hold she felt truly safe.

“We’re almost there Rox, just stay awake a little bit longer,” you said in a hushed voice. When you get home you pay the taxi driver and head in your house.

You and Roxy change into your pyjamas and brush your teeth. “Ready for bed babe?” Roxy asked, she was already sitting on the bed. “Yeah I’m done” you sat down beside her and snuggled up under the duvet.

You placed your head in her hair and smiled. “Goodnight” you muttered in her neck “G’night” she grinned, before Roxy slowly fell asleep.

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Taglist: @loxbbg @zabdisamor @hcllander @tom-hollands-blog @meg-holland @vintageroses1014516 @jackiehollanderr @whyamihere-bro

Specific tag: @yanderepeterparker

(I’m laughing about specific bc it’s for a specific fic and the worst pun I’ve thought of so far)

[eggsyunwincankillme]

If anyone was wondering why I haven't written the previous requests I got, my phone stopped working. I wasn't able to use it for 3 months. I ended up getting a new one and some of my pictures transferred over but not all of them. I would screenshot all the requests I got and I love every single one but Verizon sucks ass at transferring over content I guess. I'm sorry this happened. I would have absolutely loved to do all the requests. That being said I have moved twice in less than a year and am currently stuffed into a closet sized room with my queen sized bed and have not had the actual desire to write.

This has changed. Not me moving per say, but the desire to write. Though now I desperately want to write for the Umbrella Academy. So if you wanna send in a request for the Hargreeves, I'll absolutely do it! I'm excited to get back into writing! I love all of you who came here for Kingsman and Marvel! Thank you so much for the support you all continue to show!

[dedeblogs]

Roxy Morton

[yvettepenned]

Kingsman Master list

Masterpost | Request Info | Coming Soon!

Any fic with T could possibly be triggering, but there will be warnings at the top of the page. Any fic with [+] is smut. ‘f’, ‘m’ or ‘gn’ in ‘[ ]’ before the title is the gender for the reader.

Eggsy Unwin

[f] Gaol prostitute? 

[alexsunmners]

could u do like a rlly trope-y date imagine for Roxy Morton like Roxy sees the reader n she's like WOw n stuff like that

a/n; wlw tinder date thing tadaaa 

It’s a Match!

Roxy nearly drops her phone, and she silently resolves not to tell Eggsy about that particular moment of grace. Rolling onto her stomach, stretching her arms out and propping herself up on her elbows over her pillow as she examines the profile on the screen in front of her.

The fact that she’s on tinder at all is entirely Eggsy’s fault, but despite her aggressive protests when he drunkenly downloaded it for her, she’s the one using it without even the excuse of alcohol to hide behind.

The message screen stares almost menacingly back at her as she tries to decide if she actually wants to send the first message.

You matched 2 minutes ago.No one likes a bore…

Nope. Too much pressure. Roxy sighs and closes the app, tossing her phone away from her on the bed and grabbing her laptop instead. She should have just deleted the stupid app instead of giving in to her curiosity and trying it out.

Btw, do you want my number? So we can both avoid the shame of having to use tinder messenger in public lol

Biting down on the inside of her cheek to fight back the smile threatening to spread across her face, Roxy types back yes please, I’ve had to hide my phone from my coworkers all day haha.

Not a lie. Even though Eggsy would be nothing but supportive of her tinder venture, his kind of support often involves gloating, so she’s been doing everything in her power to hide her phone screen from him.

Glancing down at her phone surreptitiously, she can’t help but smile a little as she sees another message buzz in. She never expected talking to a veritable stranger would make her feel this specific brand of happy, but it does. Has been for the past week.

You type in your phone number and press send, cheeks warm with anticipation, fingers drumming on the table in front of you as you wait anxiously for some kind of reply. You worry that maybe you’re showing your hand too much by offering her your number. You’re never the one to make advances, especially not on this app. But you had messaged Roxy first. Granted that first message had been driven by alcoholic bravery, but you’re dead sober now as you wait for any kind of response from her.

A text from an unknown number flashes up on your screen, and you scramble clumsily to unlock your phone.

Hey! It’s Roxy :)

Tugging idly at the cuffs of her sweater, Roxy leans back against the wall of the train station, trying to remember the last time she went on an actual real date. It was a frighteningly long time ago, and she’s not even sure if that really counted as a date. Glancing down at her watch, she brushes her hair back from her face, trying to ignore how fast her heart is beating.

2:32

Two minutes late. Biting her lip, she looks around, wondering vaguely if she’s in the wrong spot or something, which she knows she isn’t because she checked at least seven times, or if she got the time wrong, which she didn’t, or if she’s being stood up, which she very well could be, and she wouldn’t even know because it’s not like she’s ever really been on an official Date before.

Her heart thuds unevenly at the thought, and she tries to brush it away. You seemed nice. Really nice. You wouldn’t stand her up, surely.

A crowd of passengers surges up from the escalators as a train arrives, and Roxy finds herself fidgeting with the cuffs of her sweater again as she searches the crowd for a face that’s even vaguely familiar. The crowd starts to thin and she still hasn’t seen you and her stomach sort of drops because this must be what being stood up is like but then-oh. Hurrying up the stairs, she spots you across the foyer of the station and it must be like some kind of rom-com cliche because she can feel her cheeks heat up as she makes eye contact with you, and you smile at her.

You’re beautiful, which shouldn’t be a surprise given that she’s seen pictures of you, but somehow this is different. So, so different.

Oh.

You’re hurrying through the thinning crowd, and when you reach her, you smile again, pulling your headphones out as you say “Hey! I’m so sorry if I made you wait for me, the trains were being a nightmare.”

The answering smile Roxy feels spreading across her face is entirely involuntary and genuine and she shrugs, struggling to make her voice work for a second, so utterly flustered by the beautiful girl standing in front of her.

“Don’t worry about it, s’totally fine. It’s-really good to meet you.”

[moirasimagines]

not that i ever had the presence of mind to close them, but...

requests are open!!! send me prompts, ask for ships, preferences, i’m game for whatever! fandoms are in the tags~ 

[scarlettacklen1986]

Well Now I'm Blushing •Kingsman Merlin•

Word count: 391

Type: Fluff

Warning: Non

Paring: Merlin × Oc (description is kept limited name can easily be changed when reading)

Summary: Anastasia decides to appreciate the stars while she works over time with Merlin who has other things to admire

Merlin was on his way back to his office with probably his 4th coffee that day, late nights really did kill him.

He stopped in the hallway, the large double glass doors were open and someone was leaned on the balcony looking out at the fields that surrounded them.

He walked forward seeing loose black hair being lifted slightly by the wind, blazer discarded presumably in their office, white shirt sleeves rolled up their arms.

Anastasia, a young agent who recently took over the title of Nimueh, an expert in seduction and interrogation.

Him and Anastasia had been dancing around each other for months, they'd flirted with each other, sent small winks and looks across a meeting room, hell even hooked up a few times but neither agent wanted to speak about the large void there was between them.

"Agent Nimueh? What are you still doing here?" Merlin asked as he approached closer.

She jumped slightly turning to him. "Oh, it's just you, I have paperwork to finish, I'm just taking a break from my work," she smiled.

Merlin stepped out into the cold night air, The sky was clear and full of stars. "I see you're staying late too," she said motioning to the coffee mug in his hand.

"When aren't I?" He shrugged leaning against the balcony

Anastasia leaned her arms against the balcony looking up at the sky again with a smile.

She let out a content sigh.

"The stars are beautiful tonight," she said idly staring up at them.

Merlin sipped his coffee. "They're just giant balls of gas,"

Anastasia pushed herself away from the balcony turning to Merlin with a hand on her hip. "You know what, if you're just going to ruin this then I-"

"And yet none of them are as large as the love I have for you," he said looking out at the vast fields, cloaked in darkness.

"Oh," Anastasia said quietly leaning back on the balcony. "Well now I'm blushing,"

Merlin chuckled slightly pushing himself off the balcony, walking back inside the Manor.

"Goodnight Agent, make sure you sleep," he said over his shoulder.

"Hey Merlin!" Anastasia called, hearing the Quatermaster stop his footsteps. "I love you too" she said not looking back at him.

Merlin said nothing as he continued down the corridor to his office.

[imaginexmeintheuniverse]

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Roxy Morton x Reader  |  Swearing Warning  |  (GIF Credit)

@anon: Roxy x reader imagine please? With the prompts "Stop biting that fucking lip!” and “Don’t touch me!”? Thanks!!

I have to admit, this is a bit all over the place. Hope you like it, still! xD

You looked up from the dinner table and glanced at your cleary intoxicated friend. Roxy held a not so steady glass of Port in her hand as she attentively listened to Eggsy’s biased and slurred account of the mission he and Harry had been just the night before. The later simply had given up on correcting him, resorting to shake his head every time Eggsy exaggerated his story.

She noticed you starring are promptly looked right at you and smirked. You giggled in response, looking back at Eggsy. You didn’t feel her eyes leave your face for a good while, however.

You all had dinner at Harry’s and were all still chatting and laughing and, overall, struggling to find the strength to even get up from the table. Even then, you were sure it would take a good while for anyone to start heading for the door.

Eventually, Eggsy was the first to tire himself out and decided to move to the living room. Although mostly everyone got up no one else followed him and, a moment later, you started to hear faint snoring coming from the sofa. As you laughed to yourself, Roxy approached you. Same glass in her hand, now empty and dangling down, forgotten. She smiled, her eyes twinkling. She wasn’t drunk, neither were you. But you could tell she was slightly more at ease than normal from the drinks she had so far.

She was dressed in a more casual way than usual, too. Lose hair and a simple dress. Although you liked seeing her in the typical Kingsman attire, it was really refreshing whenever you got to see her like this.

“Why are you laughing?” She asked, glancing at your lips, completely unaware of Eggsy’s condition.

You motioned to the living room, where an arm and a leg could been seen swung over the sofa’s back. “Eggsy ran out of fuel.”

She laughed at the scene, but quickly brought her eyes back to yours. “Hard to imagine, considering how he kept chugging down Martinis.” She jocked. “It seemed like he was getting ready for something.”

“Yeah.” You agreed. “Dreamland.”

She laughed and you, once again. Then you noticed it. She was looking down at your lips. Again. You wondered if you should act on your feelings. This was clearly a sign… Right?

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You keep biting your lip. All the time. It's unfair!” She laughed.

“Hmm… Sorry.” You were unsure of what to say, but still managed to giggle. “... Why is it unfair?”

She seemed to think it over before her posture froze, her eyes widened and her lips went tight. Trying to straighten herself up and look more composed, she placed her empty glass near a table next you.

“Just forget it.” She uttered, trying to sound casual. “It’s getting late. I should get going.”

She was backing out again. Every time you two started to get closer to each other, she would do the same thing. Pretend you barely knew each other and keep her distance until you eventually got her to feel comfortable with you again.

“Roxy, don't…” She eyed you, unsure. “Don't do this to me again.”

“I'm not doing anything. It's just getting late and-”

“At least don't make up excuses!” Your tone started to change, how hurt you were starting to show. She seemed frozen in place, slightly uncomfortable. “If you don't want to get along with me, fine. Don't. Just stop this hot and cold attitude, I haven't done anything to deserve it.”

You moved to leave and she reached out her hand to grab your arm, muttering your name.

“Don’t touch me!” Before even noticing them, those words were out there, pushing her away like a well-placed punch in the chest.

Her hand backed away and you took the opportunity to rush into the bathroom, leaving your half filled glass on the closest surface along the way. Before even reaching it, tears were already forming in your eyes. You blamed the alcohol for making you so upset over this.

After about five minutes, there was a knock at the door. You were finishing composing yourself in front of the mirror and instantly moved forward to open it, thinking someone else needed to use the bathroom. But that was not the case. Standing there, was a nervous and beat down Roxy. You pondered closing the door in her face, but couldn't bring yourself to do it.

“I'm sorry.”

You felt the nerves bubbling around in your stomach. And possibly the alcohol.

“I didn't think it affected you.” She looked to the side. “I didn't even think you noticed it much.” She looked to the ground for a moment, before bravely looking back into your eyes. “We are colleagues. We can be friends. But I shouldn't want to be more than that.”

That it was. You weren’t imagining things.

“Sometimes, I thought… I got annoying or boring-” You confessed.

“Never.” She interrupted.

You breathed out.

“I shouldn’t want to be more than that, either. But I do.”

She held in her breath, listening.

“Maybe… It’s not such a bad thing?” You tried not to laugh but both of you did.

“Two Kingsman breaking the relationship rule with each other?” She half-asked.

“It’s more like a suggestion, nowadays.”

You eyed each other for a moment, giggles dying out as you realised what was happening. You tried moving slightly closer to her and leaned against the doorframe. She gave you a shy smile.

“We don’t have to be so�� formal about it. We can just see what this is, see where it takes us. Worry about that along the way.”

She nodded at your words, smiling. “Sounds like a plan.”

[fireinmoonshot]

Your Birthday | Kingsman Preferences

Eggsy Unwin: He’s big on making sure you have the best birthday. He’ll make sure you do exactly what you want – if you want a fancy dinner, he’ll book a fancy restaurant, but if you just want beer and take away on the couch, he’s totally fine with that too. He tries to spoil you as much as possible and just wants you to have the best day ever. He’s also definitely that person that tells everyone that it’s your birthday – including strangers on the street. He’d probably lead the birthday singing when he brings out your cake too. 

Harry: Harry is very traditional when it comes to birthdays. He probably has a set plan for how he’s planned your day – a big, fancy breakfast is definitely first on the list. He definitely tries his hand at cooking on your birthday too, even if deep down he’d like to treat you to an expensive meal at a London restaurant, he knows you appreciate good, home cooked foods too. He definitely makes your birthday cake too – no bought cakes here! And he buys you something beautiful and expensive that he knows you’ll love, no doubt about it. 

Merlin: Usually, Merlin isn’t a fan of big, bold gestures and surprises. But when it comes to your birthday, he goes all out. He definitely buys you something fancy and expensive as your present, and spends all day telling you that you deserve it and that he really, really loves you. In all honesty, he’s pretty laid back when it comes to celebrating though – and he knows that you’re happy with KFC and whiskey on the couch for dinner, which makes him even happier too. However, if you want a fancy dinner at a good restaurant, he’ll be on the phone booking a table before you even finish speaking.

Agent Tequila: Let’s be honest – you expect him to forget your birthday. But, in reality, he’s been planning everything out for weeks. He’s pretty chill when it comes to your birthday, simply because he knows you don’t want anything big or fancy. It’s probably just a drink or two at his favourite bar, some good take out and a movie on the couch. He definitely turns into a bit of a clingy guy on your birthday though, and spends the entire day telling you how much he loves you and making sure you have the best day.

Agent Whiskey: He’s awake before you on his birthday, and when you wake up you’re greeted by the smell of your favourite breakfast being cooked in the kitchen. Whiskey dubs your birthday the day he does everything for you – you need to relax and enjoy your day. It’s probably a cozy day at home for your birthday with Whiskey. You watch something on TV, and he probably tries to cook you a birthday cake – and then burns it. But it’s the thought that counts, right?

Charlie Hesketh: Did you say the most caring person on your birthday ever? Because that’s definitely what Charlie is. He makes the day entirely about you. There’s no worrying about anything else – no work, no other life things. Because this is your birthday and he’s going to make sure this is the best day ever. He’s secretly been learning to make a cake for weeks just for your birthday, and even though it’s not the best he’s very proud of it. He makes a full home-cooked dinner for you too – mostly because he just doesn’t want to share you on your special day, and honestly, you don’t mind one bit.

Roxy Morton: She is the absolute sweetest on your birthday. She wakes you up with a kiss, no doubt about it. And she’s probably invited your parents to town too, simply because she knows you’d want to see them on your birthday. With Roxy, your birthday involves lots of kisses and hand holding. Lots of small gestures that mean the absolute world. She takes you out for dinner, and makes sure you get your favourite meal. And then probably stops for ice cream on the way home because she knows you love it.

[archieimagines]

Being a Statesman techie and falling for Roxy Morton would include:

requested by: anon

You had been an Agent for about 4 years

All that time you had been working alongside Ginger

Your codename is Agent Rum

Your main job was to invent new gadgets for Statesman

You also looked after the British man Ginger and Tequila found at the church 

He was nice to you, always wanting to talk about butterflies with you

When the rest of the brits arrived you were a bit sceptical

But then you met her

Agent Lancelot was one of the beautiful women you had ever met

She was also incredibly smart and funny

Once the misunderstanding was fixed she introduced herself to you as Roxy

To say your heart fluttered would be an understatement

She didn’t go out on missions like her partner Eggsy, she was pretty shook up because of Poppy’s attempt at killing her

So she hung around you, Ginger and Merlin

And she was so nice???

Roxy was an field agent and all around badass

And you’re just a engineer/inventor

So you think she’d never want to be with a nerd like you

While Ginger and Merlin are just watching like: Can you two just grab a drink or something???We can’t concentrate with you pining for the british agent like a lost puppy.

Eggsy is No.1 supporter of this pairing

He may or may not have made t-shirts with your names in a heart

He tries so hard to get the two of you together!

Making up stories for her to come find you

Like how you needed her to test out a new gadget you made

Until one day Roxy sits him down and demands to know why he keeps making her run all over the facility 

He explains why, but before he can explain she’s already gone

She storms into your workroom, while you had been dancing to MJ and looked like you had squirrels in your pants

“Uhh, how much of that did you see?”

She doesn’t say anything and kisses you

Your reaction is just: ?!?!?!?!

Like you’re loving it, but like what is happening?

“How long have you liked me?”

“Uh about 5-6 months”

“So the entire time I’ve been here.”

“…Yes?”

“And you didn’t tell me because…”

“You’re a field agent and I’m just a techie. And your also like REALLY hot and also kinda intimidating if I had to be honest…”

She cuts off your rambling by kissing you again

Ginger, Merlin, Harry and Eggsy watch from the door

Ginger and Merlin hand over 20 bucks each, losing their bet with Harry and Eggsy

Harry subtly asks if Eggsy has one of those couple shirts in a XL

Agent Rum and Lancelot become the most shipped couple of Statesman agents and whats left of Kingsman

written by: spaz

[unknownimagineblog]

Death be not proud ( Roxy Morton x Reader )

Summary: a woman makes questionable decisions in her life, and they eventually come back to bite her.

In the beginning the reader is referred to as Agent Bourbon, then later Natalie because those are code names she goes under. ( Roxy doesn’t know Y/Ns job, and the other way around )

If y’all would like a part two let me know, because I have an idea.

Pairing: Roxy Morton x Reader

Warnings: the reader is considered a villain. And cursing

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The topic of former Agent Bourbon’s disappearance was a taboo subject.

The circumstances of why the agent turned tail had never been revealed. Any Statesman document that had information on the former agent was stamped with AWOL in large letters, and most words in said files were covered in black, rendering them unreadable.

The code name was even sent into decommission.

Statesman wanted no one to know about former Agent Bourbon.

The agent had gotten horrifically injured on a mission in Canada, resulting in her being in a coma for months, and being in the hospital even longer.

Champ, her father, decided to sever her ties to the agency. He hoped to give her the chance to live a normal life without danger.

But once the now former Agent Bourbon caught wind of what had been done, she had waited the night shift, which meant less staff to monitor her, and she made her escape. She hadn’t even been caught on the many security cameras.

She had just, vanished.

They hadn’t bothered to look for her, knowing she had run to not be found. Statesman knew if they possibly tried to look for her, their searches would end it not.

In her urgency to escape from the betrayal of the agency that had been in her life so long, she couldn’t remember times without it, she fled the country. She made a run for England.

She hadn’t thought much of the strategic benefits of making residence in the country, but she caught on quickly.

Being the weaponsmith of Statesman, she learned how to hide deadly weapons in plain sight. It made her work very desired once terror groups, and secret agencies caught wind of her work.

One of her main customers was the Kingsman agency.

She realised the odd coincidence, but never questioned it, and took the agencies money in turn for her various weapons, such as the bulletproof umbrella assault rifle, to the spectacles that could do more than most modern phones could.

But Kingsman’s standing as the top consumer of her products had begun to be threatened by a woman who introduced herself as Poppy Adams.

The woman asked for quirky things compared to the things the agency had asked for, like mechanical canine companions, to a mechanical arm along with vocal cord replacements.

Poppy paid plenty, so the weapons dealer never could say no to her.

Finally the day came around where she had to refuse the woman’s request.

Poppy had called Y/N at one in the morning, forcing the woman out of her girlfriends warm embrace, and into the small apartment living room to have a more private conversation.

“Hello, Natalie.” The older woman on the other end greeted, using the code name all of Y/N’s customers knew her by. She never wanted them to grasp on any sort of personal information of hers, or the people connected to her.

“I’ve got a little problem.” Poppy said, in such a sweet tone it caused the younger woman to shudder. “And you’re going to fix it.”

“And what would that be Miss Adams?”

“I want missiles.” The drug lord said, barely giving the other time to finish her sentence.

“For what may I ask?”

“To kill the Kingsman agency.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, thinking over if she should give into the woman’s demands. She knew if she wouldn’t, Poppy would turn her own weapons against her, but Y/N would be stupid to let her take out her biggest customer.

“Natalie? Are you still there?” The redhead questioned, after a few moments of silence

“I don’t think I can do that, ma’am.” She said finally, taking the phone away from her ear to press the end button, but the next thing the woman on the other end caught her attention.

“Then Roxy Morton will die, you don’t want that do you?”

At the mention of her girlfriends name, she froze. Her teeth gritted together for a moment, trying to forced herself call the older woman’s bluff, but she couldn’t bring the words from her mouth.

“Consider it done.” She said after more silence.

“Good, I knew you’d come to that decision Y/N. I want you to personally deliver them two weeks from now.” Then the line went dead at the drug lords words.

At the use of her name, the phone fell from her hand a cluttered across the hardwood floor. She stood stunned for a moment, trying to process if what happened really was real.

But she realised it very much was.

Y/N shuffled her way back into her bedroom, willing herself not to cry. When she got to the room, she was greeted by a very sleepy blonde rubbing her eyes.

“Who was on the phone?” Roxy asked, trying to sound less tired then she actually was.

“No one, lets go back to sleep Rox.” The other woman said, crawling into bed next to her.

The blonde wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, the warmth lulling her back to sleep.

Once Y/N was sure Roxy had fallen asleep, tears started to spill from her eyes as the thought of losing Roxy creeped up on her. Her girlfriend’s sleep shirt had been balled into her fists as she cried into the sleeping blonde’s chest.

“I love you.” She sobbed quietly, and little did she know Roxy was awake to hear it.

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The two weeks passed, and the missiles had been made and delivered.

A few days after the call with Poppy, she called again requesting a weaponized arm be brought along with the missiles. Y/N could do nothing but agree.

Poppy had constantly made threats against her well being after they had gone into business with one another, weather it be to her health, or death threats. Poppy wanted to pick at every little piece of the weapons dealers mind, and know everything she knew.

But Statesman had sent her through training, to teach her how to never break under pressure.

That’s how she found herself sitting behind the bowling alleys, watching Poppy continually make gutter balls as the chirped away about how she was taking down Kingsman. Charlie just grinned with some sort of pride, and Y/N wanted to punch it off his face.

If he never squealed like a pig, she wouldn’t be in this situation.

Finally, the redhead turned to the two with a bowling ball in her hand. “Do you two want a throw?”

Charlie motioned to his missing arm, and the weapon dealer politely declined after him.

After a few more minutes of mindless chat coming from Poppy, she turned to the screens at the end of the allies as they flashed “missiles launched”.

“Kingsman is crumpets.”

Suddenly, anxiety coiled in her stomach as Poppy turned to her with a sweet smile. “Thank you Natalie, you can go home to Roxy now.”

Charlie had given her a look, an emotion moved behind his eyes but Y/N hadn’t caught it. She brushed it off and decided to leave before anything got worse for her.

[puffberries]

I JUST WATCHED KINGSMAN: GOLDEN CIRCLE AND I SWEAR TO GOD IF ROXY IS TRULY DEAD IM GOING TO RIOT, IM GOING TO PROTEST, AND SOMEONE MAY GET SERIOUSLY INJURED IN THE PROCESS