#roxanne morton imagine

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

“Brilliant,” Roxy said, smiling at you.

“Of course, it’ll be you Lancelot. I don’t trust anyone else with the mission.”

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Blue- Roxy Morton

Pairing: Roxanne Morton x Reader

Characters: Roxanne Morton, Hamish “Merlin” Mycroft

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 473

Author: Aaron

With crossed arms and a vigilant gaze Merlin turned his back to the strong winds and asked you and Roxy to step forward and onto the white marked line.

“In front of you are a pistol and thirteen targets at staggered intervals, your pistol has thirteen rounds in the clip, each with either a red dye or a blue dye. Red for you Roxanne, blue for you y/n. You will start simultaneously, whoever can take out the most targets will get an advantage in the next round.” Roxy stepped forward and planted her feet heavily into the floor as she noted the position of the targets that scattered the field. “Once you are both ready to begin, raise your left hand and start firing once the bell sounds.”

Since you had both been recruited into the Kingsman training programme, you and Roxy had a fierce streak of competition against each other, and Merlin only seemed to aggravate this by always pairing you up. She brought the iron sights up to her eyes and zipped her aim from target to target.

“I’m sorry about this.” She rolled her shoulders back and rose her hand into the air. “I would go easy on you, but I don’t want to. Just try your best and don’t feel too bad when I win.”

“Y/n, we do not have all day. If you could please get into position, that would be great… thank you.”

“I could even just get seven, you can get six and it won’t look that bad.” You brought your hand slowly up into the air, sat your feet into the freshly cut grass and waited for the ringing bell to signal the start.  “I do admire your courage sometimes.”

“Focus on the task, no need for schoolyard flirting.” Roxy grinned and blushed as the bell echoed through the mostly empty field but before she could let off her first round you wrapped your arm around hers and pulled it behind your back, allowing you ample time to quickly fire a blue splatter in the centre of all thirteen targets. “Merlin never said anything about not interfering with our competitor.”

“Well…” Once he made sure nobody was going to shoot again, Merlin stepped forward just to check all the landing shots had come from your gun. “I would normally advocate nothing but teamwork within the Kingsman, but it was effective, and I have to admire the quick thinking. The advantage goes to y/n.”

“That was very clever y/n.” Roxy sat her gun on the line as did you and you stepped back for the next pair to compete. “But, don’t think you’ll be able to pull a fast one on me like that again, you merely took me by surprise.”

“Perhaps you should work harder on not being surprised, that and your terrible flirting technique.”

[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)

[alexsunmners]

i gave you something you can never give back (don’t you mind?)

Roxy Morton x Reader

A/N: i’m extra as fuck sometimes i wrote all 3k of this in a day whoops. anyway i love my girl, so have a pre kingsman, boarding school secret relationship fic that let me relive all my boarding school days. @kurtwxgners @mvximoff @rax-writes @emmcfrxst hope y’all enjoy

There’s a smile tugging at her lips as she slips quietly into your dorm room, pulling her cardigan a little tighter around her body. Your room is dim and she trips slightly over one of the shoes on your floor, falling against you slightly, but even when she’s regained her balance, she doesn’t pull back, instead looping her arms around your shoulders and smiling at you, whispering “sorry about the hold up, love. Ms Dowley was hanging around in my corridor so I couldn’t come sooner.” You stifle a giggle as you lean around her to nudge your door shut before pulling her back to flop down on your bed beside you. Roxy sighs happily and leans her head against your shoulder as you reach over the side of your bed for your laptop, pulling it out and opening Netflix.

“What episode were we on?” you ask and she shrugs.

“Four I think. Not sure,” she replies. “we were definitely past episode two, so just start on three or something,” she suggests and you nod. The show starts up and you can feel Roxy’s breath on your neck. You’ve seen it all before but she hasn’t and you insisted she had to see it. Said it was a vital component of her pop culture knowledge. ‘And besides,’ you had said, ‘we get to spend time together while you watch it.’

She hadn’t needed any more convincing.

Roxy is focused on the screen balanced on your lap, but she shifts slightly to thread her fingers through yours when you reach for her hand. It’s soft and warm and even though you’re well aware of all the incredible feats of strength she’s capable of, her hand still feels delicate. You’re not sure whether she’s your girlfriend. Neither of you have really talked about it, but a few weeks ago your best friend had kissed you and you had kissed her back, even through your surprise. Not a whole lot has changed between the two of you since then, except now she kisses you when she’s happy and you hold her hand a little more often. Never in front of other people, though. Even though you haven’t talked about it, you both know this is something just for the two of you.

You’re okay with that, though. If it means you can keep her, you’re okay with it being a secret.

You’ve lost track of what’s actually happening on screen, but it doesn’t matter because you’ve seen it before. Beside you, Roxy bites back a laugh, burying her face against your shoulder to muffle the sound, pulling back after a second to kiss your cheek, murmuring “you were right. I really should have seen this show sooner.” She settles a little closer against you and squeezes your hand briefly, making your heart flip. Her hair is soft against your neck and you can smell her shampoo and for a moment, you can’t quite believe this is happening; that you’re allowed to have something like this.

After two episodes, she makes you stick a post it to your laptop with the number scrawled on it so you remember what episode you finished on for next time. She kisses you softly and slowly before giving you a bright smile and slipping back out of your dorm room. You watch her smile at you as she closes your door as silently as possible and you decide you’ll keep finding tv shows she hasn’t seen just to keep giving her reasons to sneak into your room after lights out.

The school dining hall is crowded and noisy as the senior years students filter through to get their lunch. You’re toying idly with your food, but your absent-minded day dreaming is interrupted when Roxy sits down in front of you, a bright smile on her face. She nudges your foot with her own to get your attention and as you belatedly smile back at her, you remember how hard she fought to be a boarder at the school a few years ago. Her parents wanted her to be a day student, because they lived near the campus and they wanted her to pursue all these extracurriculars, but she had told you how she’d kicked up a hissy fit until they’d agreed to let her board. “My house is close enough that I could have been a day student, but I told them boarding was a better experience,” she had told you as you braided her hair. “And besides, this way I’m not trapped at home all the time. We can hang out more. Plus, I’d be a rubbish best friend if I let you face the horrible matrons alone.”

You had tugged lightly on her hair and said “We already hang out tons. You basically live in my dorm.”

Roxy had just turned around and flashed you a wide smile that made you freeze up momentarily, unable to think properly as she stuck her tongue out at you and retorted “only because you invite me over all the time.”

You blink suddenly out of your remembrance as she gently kicks your shin again. “Were you even listening?”

Heat floods your cheeks and you smile sheepishly and say “No. Sorry Rox. What did you say?” She rolls her eyes and sighs, even as she smiles indulgently at you.

“I saaaid,” she draws the word out, “that I have a comp on Saturday afternoon. A track thing a little way away. You should come. I want you to come. Then we can go hang out at my house instead of in the dorms after.”

You groan in mock resignation and say “I hate watching track events, though. You’re just dashing around a circle a few times and occasionally someone throws something.”

Roxy grins at you again and reaches for your hand across the table, squeezing it lightly and saying “Pleeease? I want you there.” Her voice is light and a little teasing but there’s something in her smile and the way her hand lingers on yours a little longer than a friend’s might have that makes your cheeks heat up again.

“Okay, Roxanne. I’ll come watch you hamster pointlessly around an oval for a few hours as long I can come back to your place after.” She lights up in a delighted grin that makes your chest tighten.

“Perfect. You’ll have fun. I’ll bring a thermos of tea or something so you’re not just freezing in the stands,” she says excitedly and even though you’ve had almost this exact conversation a million times, and even though the outcome is always the same, you can’t help but be a little excited that she wants you there.

You’ve been to Roxy’s house before, but no matter how many times you come over, you’ll always be a little stunned by the grandeur of the entry hall. Roxy’s holding your hand and she drags you impatiently up the stairs and down the corridor to her room. You perch on the corner of her bed as she turns on the heating and kicks off her shoes. “Thank you for coming to the thing,” she says as she tosses her track back into a corner. “I know it’s freezing and I know track bores you but it’s nice to have you there.” You try to tell her that of course you came, but the words die in your throat as Roxy unceremoniously strips off her jumper and kicks off her trackies, standing in her sports bra and decidedly tiny running shorts as she takes her hair down before reaching for her towel. It’s not like you haven’t seen her like this before, but every time, it makes you a little flustered. She’s a short girl, but she’s somehow all leg and she’s gorgeous and it’s a little hard for you to process that even though she could probably have anyone she wanted, she decided she wanted you. Grabbing her towel and tossing it over her shoulder, she leans down to kiss you quickly, saying “I’ll be five minutes,” before disappearing into her bathroom. You hear the water start running and your hand comes up to brush your fingertips lightly over your lips. She always seems to know exactly what she’s doing, and you feel like you’re a human disaster in comparison, but she doesn’t seem to mind how messy your life is and the affection you can feel in the way she touches you makes the static in your mind go quiet, so all you can do is be grateful that she doesn’t mind your disorganisation.

The boarding house on a Sunday evening is always full of other girls hurrying up and down the corridor, trying to clean their rooms before matron starts inspection. Roxy’s room is infallibly spotless, so she’s perched on your unmade bed while you vacuum the floor. She’s in her pyjamas and her hair is braided meticulously and you wonder how someone can look so perfectly put together when relaxing. She’s chattering animatedly about someone on the athletics team with her, but you’re only half listening. The vacuum is ancient and kind of shit, and it cuts out about every two minutes or so, and every time you kick it and swear at it, Roxy giggles and the sound makes you feel like you’re glowing with happiness at making her laugh. You were best friends for years before, and you’ve been making her laugh since you met, but it’s different now you know that if you make her laugh, she might kiss you. The third or so time you curse at the vacuum, she lets out a delighted laugh and reaches out to grab your wrist, pulling you in to kiss you quickly, saying “you’re absurd, you know that right?”

You don’t miss the way she glances quickly to see if the door’s shut before she pulls you in, but you don’t mind. It’s not that you’re ashamed, and she isn’t either, but it’s easier for you both this way. No awkward questions or sideways glances when you spend time together. It’s just easier. You glance at the door when you pull back and she gives you a smile that’s a little bittersweet. Flipping your hand in hers, you link your fingers together and squeeze briefly before letting go and leaning down to try and wrangle the vacuum cleaner again. There’s a reluctant rumble from the machine and it starts up again and the short interlude or whatever it was between the two of you is gone. It doesn’t matter that what you have is secret, as long as it’s shared.

Staring blankly down at your economics notebook, you decide that the class is significantly less interesting without your best friend beside you. You’re not entirely sure that ‘best friend’ is the most accurate title for whatever you and Roxy are to each other at the moment, but it’s what you’ve called her for longest, so it’s what you call her in your mind. She's at trials and preliminary heats for some big serious athletics thing today, and you’re stuck at school without her and it’s tremendously boring. Not that I’d be having a whole lot more fun at the athletics thing, you think, but at least I could talk to Roxy in her breaks. But instead you’re stuck at school and she’s running laps around a track and won’t be back till late this evening. Letting out a bored sigh, you absently turn the page in your text book and tune out the droning voice of the teacher as you try to decide whether or not to skip the final couple of classes you have left in the day. Roxy left before you woke up that morning and she said in the text she sent you earlier that she wouldn’t be back till a fair while after lights out. It’s been barely over twelve hours since you last saw her but a little voice in the back of your mind says you miss her, even though that feels ridiculous. You glance up at the clock and as the seconds tick at an agonisingly slow pace you decide you should probably show up to your final two classes, but you definitely won’t be productive there. Checking your phone again, you send a quick text to Roxy.

“Eco is hell without you. Hope running in circles all day is worth it.”

You don’t get the chance to look at the time when you’re woken up that night by Roxy sliding under your blankets beside you, but you suspect it’s closer to midnight than she wanted to be back. You’re still mostly asleep as you reflexively shift over to give her enough room in the bed and she tucks her head against your neck. Her hair is damp from a shower and you can smell her shampoo and she whispers “sorry about waking you. Just wanted to say hi. The stupid bus broke down so we only got back like thirty minutes ago.”

A smile tugs at your lips as you roll slightly so you’re facing her and you murmur “you’d have thought all the school fees we pay would get us better busses,” and she bites back a laugh, reaching up to tap the end of your nose lightly.

“Don’t be ridiculous. All those school fees go to the rowing club and only the rowing club. A little for the rugby team, but other than that, nothing,” she quips and it’s your turn to stifle a laugh. Her hand settles against your cheek, thumb skimming over your cheekbone and she says softly “is it weird that I sort of missed you today? I didn’t get to see you this morning before I had to leave.”

Her words make your heart flip in your chest and you smile at her, feeling like you’re all lit up as you say quietly “I missed you too, Rox. I nearly died of boredom in eco and it was weird not having breakfast with you.” She gives you a smile that makes it very hard to think properly before she’s leaning forwards to press her lips to yours. You drape an arm over her waist and kiss her back slowly, savouring the feeling of her warmth in the bed beside you. Even though you technically live together, it’s rare that the two of you get any kind of real alone time, given the general lack of respect for privacy in boarding houses. Roxy pulls back after a while and smiles sleepily at you.

“Okay it’s bed time now. Today was long.” She kisses you quickly once more before slipping out from under the covers, saying “I just wanted to see you before I went to sleep.” She tiptoes out of your room, closing the door silently behind her and when you settle back against your pillow, you can still smell her shampoo on it.

The rest of your boarding house is used to the sight of you and Roxy curled up together on the couch on weekends, but these days it feels like a private joke for just the two of you, that no one else is in on. You’re leaning against the arm of the couch with your legs stretched across her lap and she’s idly playing with your fingers as you watch a Veronica Mars re-run on the common room tv. No one thinks it’s out of the ordinary, but the affectionate look you give her and the way she brushes her fingertips over the back of your hand tell you that it’s very different to the way you two would curl up together a few months ago. She’s your girlfriend now, not just your best friend, and even though in your head you still call her your best friend most of the time, you know the difference. It’s still a secret, but daydreams of kissing her after the graduation ceremony flit through your head and from the almost wistful, contemplative way she studies your face, you think maybe it’s on her mind too.

Almost a month ago, you had tentatively raised the subject of your relationship, and as you had almost reluctantly mentioned the word ‘girlfriend’, Roxy lit up. The conversation had been easier than you’d worried it would be. The less easy conversation was when she hesitantly brought up the clandestine component of your relationship. She had been lying with her head in your lap and she said quietly “I’m not-I’m not ashamed of you. I could never be. But-god, I don’t know-being out is scary to me, a little, I guess.” Her voice had been soft and a little sad and a little wistful, and the far off look in her eye made your heart ache as you gently brushed her hair back from her forehead and told her that you understood. That you felt the same way. Her eyes had been a little glassy as she smiled back at you after that.

You’re only a few months from graduation and exams are just around the corner, and Roxy is stressed and so are you, but she calms you down when everything gets overwhelming and panicky, and you drag her out of her sleepless, distant mathematical hazes when she needs it. It’s a good system, and on the weekends sometimes the two of you take leave from campus and stay at her house a few kilometres away for the breathing room being out of the boarding house gives you. On these nights, you share a bed and she presses close against you as you fall asleep together and being away from school makes you think of uni, and sometimes when you’re feeling brave you imagine living together properly. In an apartment of your own, not worrying about keeping secrets or exams or teachers. It’s a dream that hangs suspended in the tantalising space that’s close enough to tempt you but just barely out of reach. Roxy is asleep in your arms and you press a kiss to her temple and think about the future.  

[agentsandbutterflies]

A Roxy Ficlet

Roxy knocked on the door to Merlin’s office before she could change her mind. Again. This was the third time she had almost come down here to do this, but she had let herself chicken out twice. Even now, she thought for a split second that she could make a run for it.

That was, until Merlin opened the door. “Didn’t you hear I said you could come in?”

“I, eh…”

“Something wrong, Lancelot?”

“I just have a question.”

“All right.” Merlin stepped aside, studying her with a deep frown as he let her in. “Do you want to sit, or…?”

“I’m good,” she said, standing with her hands behind her back and her head held high.

Merlin closed the door. “Jesus, Roxy, ease up, would you?”

Roxy let go of a deep breath and actually did relax a little, but she had been anxious about this conversation for almost two weeks now and it was hard to shake that. After another moment of hesitation, she sat down in the chair in front of Merlin’s desk and he took the seat behind it.

“What did you want to ask?”

“I wonder, seeing how Kingsman isn’t really… part of anything, if I’m eligible for maternal leave or if we have some other way of handling that.”

Merlin’s eyes had grown wide once she reached the end of her sentence and even though she was still dreading being asked to leave the Table because of this, she felt relieved that he seemed to understand what she was telling him.

“It probably won’t surprise you if I say that we’ve never had to consider that,” said Merlin after a moment. “Not many agents become parents after joining.”

Roxy nodded, tempted to ask if anyone had taken parental leave at all.

“But you’re employed by the shop,” Merlin continued, “so as long as we figure out what papers to sign and send in, there shouldn’t be any problem.”

“Any problem?” Roxy asked, holding her breath.

“No, not that I can— Oh.” Merlin blinked when her actual question caught up with him. His face softened and he shook his head. “No, no problem at all. If this is what you want.”

“You sure?”

“Well, perhaps not ‘no problem.’ There’ll be things to figure out as we go, but… no. You’ll still have your chair at the table.”

Roxy had to close her eyes. She felt a stone lighter and for the first time since she had peed on the test it felt like she could breathe again.

“Roxy.”

Roxy nodded.

“Congratulation.”

She opened her eyes, smiling, and met a smile just as wide as her own.

“Thank you, sir.”

[soldierwinters]

Merlin: Have you heard from Harry?

Roxy: I’m sure everything’s fine. I left him with Eggsy.

Merlin: Those two sentences don’t really go together.

[myriadimagines]

If you would Roxy (Kingsman) 3,11,42? Please.

Characters: Reader x Roxanne “Roxy” Morton

Warnings: blood and injury

Prompts: 3: “Am I dead?” 11: “Are you... are you flirting with me?” 42: “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

Word Count: 500

A/N: i hope i put the prompts together okay!!

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

You leaned back in your chair, screwing your eyes shut as you tried to fight off the exhaustion you could feel creeping in. The lack of sleep and your injuries were taking its toll on you, and you could feel your eyelids getting heavy. You were about to close them when you heard the door of the medical bay open. 

You heard the door of the medical bay open, and you looked up to see Roxy stepped inside. She looked visibly relieved to see you still intact, but she immediately got to work when she the blood on your shirt.

“Am I going to make it, doc?” you teased as Roxy pulled your shirt up and began disinfecting your wound. “Or am I dead?”

“You’ll live.” Roxy rolled her eyes as she poured some alcohol onto your wound. You cringed, trying to ignore the painful sting as Roxy grabbed a towel and began wiping away the blood. 

“I didn’t imagine this is how you’d undress me, Rox,” you teased, leaning your head back and screwing your eyes shut as you tried to block out the pain. “I imagined something more romantic.” 

“Are you... are you flirting with me?” Roxy smacked you with the towel, shaking her head as she suppressed a smile. “Only you, y/n, would still find the energy to flirt as you’re bleeding out.” 

You laughed as Roxy properly patched up both your wounds, before leaning back in her chair. You tried to sit up slightly, turning to face her as you said, “Thanks.” 

“No problem.” Roxy got up to leave, but you grabbed her hand. She turned to look at you, surprised, as you raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Do you wanna get dinner tonight? You know, together?” you asked, and Roxy looked away. Were you asking her out on a date? Not like she was complaining, though, she had developed a huge crush on you ever since you had joined the Kingsmen. The only problem was that you were a huge flirt. You flirted with everyone -- whether it be fellow agents or people on the street. Roxy knew it was silly, but it made her feel incredibly insecure. 

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Roxy laughed uncertainly, pulling her arm away. If she already felt insecure about your flirting, how was she going to feel if the two of you started dating and you still continued to flirt with others? 

“Come on, Rox.” you insisted, wiggling your eyebrows. “It’ll be fun.”

“What do you want from me exactly, y/n?” Roxy suddenly asked. “I mean, I’ve see you act like this with other girls, and it just... you make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

You blinked at her, surprised, before confessing, “I don’t care about the others, Rox, I just do it for fun. But I really do like you, okay? You are most definitely enough for me.” 

You reached for her hand, and this time, she didn’t snatch it away. 

[breathtakinglybrutal-blog]

tagged by @kingscunt thank u :* (how did you know I was in the mood to do a tag game? :D) Name = Bianca Nickname = Bibi Zodiac sign = capricorn Height = 167cm  Ethnicity = Half german half korean Orientation = still figuring it out Favourite fruit(s) = peaches and grapefruits Favourite season = summer Favourite book(s) = I have a very strong feeling that the all for the game series is gonne be top of the list when I finished it (thank you vivi :D) Favourite flower(s) = hydrangeas Favourite animal(s) = dogs (but I love all animals, I can cuddle) Favourite beverage = tea Average hours of sleep = 7 Favourite fictional characters = Eggsy Unwin, Harry Hart, Roxanne Morton, Merlin, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Tony Stark Number of blankets you sleep with = one Dream trip = London again Scotland, Wales or British Columbia Blog created = can’t find that right now? about 1,5 years ago What do i post about = kingsman & hartwin mostly, but also feminism, sherlock, mcu, incredibly good looking people Do i get asks on a regular basis = nope Aesthetic = something beautiful (like flowers) paired with the opposite (knives) Favourite band/artist = Imagine Dragons, One Republic Fictional characters i’d date = Eggsy, Roxy... probably too many to really think of all of them :D  Hogwarts house = Hufflepuff tagging: the german squad @theanisplanet @agent-eggy @phaeleah @sophoklesworld , and @mandy-hope-san and of course anyone who wants to do it <3

[dvnmskmzcrzz-blog]

     Had to break out the magnifying glass on this one, folks! I recently decided to revisit my relatives in my Jackson/Hamn tree on Ancestry, because you kow, that’s what I do. Plus, the dead really have been quite silent these last few weeks.

Anywho, there I was excited because there were a ton of NEW LEAVES!!! I love new leaves, they make it so easy for the dead to start coversations with me- or maybe, they make my ears more in tune to their chattering. Whatever the case may be, it is safe to say I was estatic and I happily began checking out the leaves, not even caring if anyone talked to me or not.

And wouldn’t you know it? Someone started talkig to me almost immediately! Roxanne Tyler flagged me down with her death cerificate. Roxy, as she was called while living, was born in 1859 to Gabriel and Martha Tyler and she is my third great aunt. The Tyler name may sound familiar to you because, they’ve been rather chatty this year ad her brother and nephew were featured earlier in He Was The Son of a Preacher Man…

This is all mundane information and I am sure you are wondering why I was calling the mystery squad, right? Well, here is the thing… She was 51 years old when she died in 1933.

Here’s a copy of her death certificate and a copy of the 1870 Census- I’ll wait while you do the math…

  It didn’t add up for me either. At first, I was confused as how someone could just magically drop twenty-three years off with no one noticing- I mean if that’s the case, then I would like to be 25, please and thank you.

But that isn’t how life works, is it?

I started meticulously reviewing all of the information I had on Ms. Roxy, trying to identify the point in her life when she shaved all those years off. I figured this woud be done most easily in the census records, because they were notorious for errors or jotting down whatever they felt like… No such luck. Each subsequent census shows her age with only a slight variance in her age, ranging from a year to three year difference, but not the twenty plus, I was looking for. Not to mention that the final census she is found in, has her at seventy years old.

Her marriage record indicates she was twenty-three when she married Mr. James Morton on July 25, 1883. Here, her birth year is 1860. So, again, not enough of a difference to cause any alarm or concern.

This is about the time that Roxy stopped talking to me and I was really wishing the Mystery Squad would hurry up and answer the call I had put out.

While I was waiting, I began to ponder how a body would behave if it was twenty years older than what you were telling people it was… I mean mind over matter goes a long way, but is it really possible to convince a body to act and behave as a younger body- if you just convince your mind to believe it? Again, if that’s the case, then I believe with all my might that I am twenty-five… I wonder how long it will be before everything else falls into place? 😉

This was getting me absolutely no where and my brain was starting to hurt from all the work of thinking… I decided to take one more look at the death certificate. Naturally, Roxxy started whispering sweet nothings in my ear, again. I looked over and over the death certification looking for clues and I was continuously drawn to the informant; Ada Morton Mercer, aka, the daughter of Roxy Tyler Morton. How in he world does an adult child not know how old her parent is? This was difficult to fathom, because my own children, excepting the toddler, know how old I am and have known this information since they were in elementary school. Am I the lone parent that encourages her children to know things about her other than ‘I am called mom’? I hardly think I am.

Ada Mercer. Why did Roxy keep directing me to her? I could not figure it out. I guess Roxy was getting frustrated with me, because the next thing I know, she was seemingly screaming at me, “do the math dummy!” (Yeah, my dead people can be a bit harsh when you aren’t moving fast enough to their liking…)

I can imagine that Ada was very distraught over loosing her mother and may have even been a bit tired, exhausted or even depressed, which is why when the form asked for the age of the deceased, she listed her own age, 51, in response.

Yep. Roxy was getting me all worked up over her daughter. I haven’t had a chance to dig in and see what’s going on over there, but when I do, I will be sure to let you all know!

Have you come across a for or other document that contained wrong information? How did you go about finding the correct info? Once you found the right stuff, did you make any effort to get the wrong things changed? Why or why not? For me, I think I will just make a note on Roxanne in my tree and leave it at that. I don’t think it would be worth it to get the information changed anywhere else.

I can’t wait to hear about how the wrong info has affected you in your searching! And like always, please share, share, share! I’m not picky, so I won’t tur away your likes and comments, either!

There’s A Mystery Afoot      Had to break out the magnifying glass on this one, folks! I recently decided to revisit my relatives in my…

[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.”

[alexsunmners]

can you do headcanons for dating roxy morton?

i love my soft gf and kingsman came on tv after australian survivor so i am truly Blessed tonight @havokangel @mvximoff @rax-writes enjoyyy

she’s a small gal (5′2″) but you still take it in turns to be the big spoon because everyone wants to be the little spoon sometimes lbr

she loves loves loves when you play with her hair 

it’ll put her straight to sleep most of the time

after a stressful day, she’ll just flop down with her head in your lap and you’ll just start to card your fingers through her hair while she tells you about the day 

it’s a Soft Bonding Moment for you both 

she loves to cook for you 

she’ll make dinner for you both if you’re both at home together

you’ll bake cookies and cakes together on weekends

it’s just super cute and domestic 

she has to be away a lot for work so she’ll buy you flowers if she’s been away for a while

she stays in touch as much as she can while she’s working but it’s not always possible 

when she’s back you two have super cute date nights

she comes to stay at yours and she makes dinner and you watch a movie and cuddle and make out on the couch 

‘missed you, rox’ ‘ i missed you too, love’ 

you’re not super touchy feeling in public

some hand holding

cheek kisses sometimes 

the occasional kiss in front of other people 

veeeeery touchy feely in private 

nose kisses

cheek kisses

forehead kisses

quick giggly kisses

soft tender i-missed-you kisses

fast urgent let’s-get-to-bed kisses

hugs

cuddling

hand holding

impromptu dancing in the kitchen

basically you’re just the cutest ever 

[alexsunmners]

Could u do a Roxy x female reader like a morning after kinda cliche breakfast time kinda thing lmao

a/n; lmao i feel like i write this trope a lot but nO SHAME IT’S GREAT I LOVE IT also by e this is like 1k words because i have no self control when it comes to my girlfriend also this is better if you listen to this song while reading @havokangel @mvximoff and @rax-writes pls appreciate my gf with me 

The drumming of the rain on the windows wakes Roxy before you and she shifts drowsily in her bed beside you. This isn’t the first time she’s woken up in bed with you, but something about last night was different to the times this has happened before. She reaches across and gently brushes your hair back from your face, letting her fingertips trail over the curve of your cheek. You don’t know about her job and you don’t know Eggsy or Merlin or anything else from her Kingsman life and although she’s not ashamed of her friends or of you, right now you’re a little corner of her life that exists purely for her, and even if it makes her selfish, she wants to keep it like that. At least for now. 

You shift in your sleep, curling in on yourself a little and a small smile tugs at the corner of Roxy’s mouth as she presses close to you, resting her cheek against your shoulder. It’s still pouring with rain and your still form is warm against her and having you here like this feels right. She presses a gentle kiss to the curve of your shoulder and remembers how you’d lit up in an almost disbelieving smile when she’d walked into the little cafe where you work last night. The place had been almost empty and you’d just flung yourself at her, hugging her tightly and whispering “you were away for so long. I missed you.” 

She hugged you back, burying her face against the crook of your neck as she murmured “I know. I missed you too.” Doesn’t matter that she was being shot at while she let you believe she was spending a month on contract negotiations. She had still missed you. The two of you are more than just friends but you’re not dating and eventually she’ll have to sort out her feelings for you and what she wants from you, but she had just smiled and said “can I get a tea? Peppermint?” 

You were still loosely holding her waist as you had nodded and said “my shift finishes in like half an hour.” The statement had been open ended and vague but at the end of that half hour, Roxy met you outside and you had kissed her like you were the only two people in the world, pressing close as she held you tightly. 

The rain hadn’t started till late into the night, but you were pressing close to her, kissing her needily as you tugged at her clothes, and the rain was the furthest thing from her mind as your lips brushed over her skin. 

It’s still raining now, and the light filtering through her curtains is weak and grey, but it doesn’t matter to her as she tucks her face against your neck, breathing you in for a moment before prising herself out of bed, a crooked smile pulling at her lips as she nudges your discarded skirt aside and picks your sweatshirt off the floor and tugs it over her head. It’s soft against her skin and it smells like you and wearing your clothes is an act of intimacy that the two of you haven’t ventured into before, but she likes it better than her own sweater and she doesn’t want to pretend this is just friends with benefits anymore. 

The kettle boils slowly as Roxy leans against the counter top and watches the water pour down the windows, tugging the cuffs of your sweater over her hands idly. Her apartment feels more like a home with you in it, and maybe that’s a distinction she made somewhere around the second or third time she brought you home, but it doesn’t matter when it happened. All she’s thinking about is whether you feel the same way. The kettle finishes boiling and she reaches into  a cupboard for two mugs, finding the one you always use when you’re at her place in the mornings. She’s just sorting through her assortment of tea bags when she feels your arms go around her from behind as you lean your head against her neck. 

“It’s cold in bed without you,” you murmur, and she smiles as she sets down the tea bags and reaches up to stroke your cheek gently.

“Sorry, love. You know I need tea first thing,” she replies, turning in your arms to kiss you softly as she drapes her arms around her shoulders. Your arms tighten around her waist as you kiss her back slowly, enjoying the warmth of her body against yours.

Pulling away after a moment, you smile at her, tugging lightly at the hem of the sweater she’s wearing as you say “I like how this looks on you.”

Roxy blushes faintly and you kiss her again, quickly. She lets her hand settle against your cheek for a moment, saying quietly “I like how you look here. With me.” 

It’s a leap of faith, a moment of vulnerability she hadn’t let herself have before now, but the risk is almost immediately forgotten as you light up in a breathtaking smile, leaning into her touch. “I like being with you too.” 

Roxy’s cheeks are glowing pink as she moves her other hand to cradle your cheeks and she says softly “I missed you while I was away. A lot.” 

You beam at her, turning your head to kiss her palm as you say “I missed you too, Rox. Felt like forever.” 

The way you’re looking at her is enough to make her melt as she leans forwards to kiss you gently, her nose brushing against yours as she pulls back to murmur “can I take you out? Like-a real date. Not just taking you home like we do every time. I-yeah. I want to date you. Properly.”

You kiss her again slowly, pressing close and letting your head drop against her shoulder when you pull away, letting her wrap her arms around you, stroking a hand idly along your back as you say “I wanna date you too. And I want you to keep taking me home. I want all of it. Dating, sex, tea in the mornings. All of it.” 

Roxy feels like she might actually ignite as you tilt your chin up to kiss her jaw and she whispers “yeah. I want that too.” 

[alexsunmners]

Could you do a Roxy Morton x female reader based off of these prompts? ��Would you mind if I kissed you?” “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

Roxy Morton + this prompt list

a/n; i love my girl and i love writing kisses and this might be the most trope-y thing i’ve ever written whoops @kurtwxgners @mvximoff @rax-writes

The movie credits start to roll and you’re still lying back against Roxy on the couch. Your head is tucked against the crook of her neck and her arms are loosely around your body and you know this probably isn’t how you’d be lying together if this really was a purely platonic thing, but you’ve long since accepted that what you feel for Roxy isn’t purely platonic, even if you’re too scared to actually do anything about it. She’s warm and comfortable behind you and you’re half asleep as you settle back against her body. You feel her start to move as the credits finish and the screen goes black and you let out a noise of protest, wriggling in her arms. 

“Wait-no-c’mon Rox, don’t move yet-I’m so comfy,” you whine, shifting a little closer, impeding her movement, and she chuckles. 

“I’m gonna have to get up eventually, you know that, right?” She says, voice warm with affection and amusement. A smile tugs at your lips in response and you roll over so you’re facing her, lifting a hand to tap lightly on the tip of her nose as you smile down at her. 

“I know,” you reply, “but like-couldn’t you just stay put for now? Please?” Your hand settles against her collarbone, fingertips brushing lightly along her skin and it suddenly occurs to you that the two of you are very, very close at the moment. Fighting down the rush of heat to your cheeks, you say again, a little more quietly “I’m comfy. Let’s just-stay put.” 

You’re pretty sure you’re not imagining the way her gaze flickers to your lips, or the way she swallows hard as she looks up at you. Her eyes are wide and familiar and so, so beautiful and your heart is racing as she reaches up to gently push some loose hair back from your face, her hand settling against your too-warm cheek, and her voice is soft and a little tentative as she murmurs “would-would you mind if I-if I kissed you?” 

She barely gets the question out before you’re leaning down to press your lips to hers, your hand sliding around to cradle the back of her neck as you kiss her slowly, mouth curving in an almost disbelieving smile as her thumb strokes softly over your cheekbone. Her lips are warm and sweet and kissing her is like summer days and home and you never want to stop. When you eventually pull back, you let out a quiet, breathless laugh as you lean your forehead against hers and you say “no. I wouldn’t mind if you kissed me.”

[alexsunmners]

can you do a roxy morton x reader smut please? maybe one where they're on a mission & the reader has to go undercover & she's dressed provacatively and roxy gets turned on by it? lmaoo just a thought x

a/n; i don’t usually take requests like this but i’m making a damn exception bc i love roxy and there is a painful shortage of roxy reader inserts out there. this isn’t smut bc i’m bad at it but oh well @kurtwxgners @mvximoff @rax-writes

The dress is not something you usually wear. Your tastes in fashion range towards the more practical, comfort based end of the spectrum. Generally speaking, the things you tend to wear are not quite as eye catching as this is. The material clings to your body and the low neckline makes you feel anything but inconspicuous. To avoid studying your reflection in the mirror for any longer, you turn your attention to your small clutch and the equipment you’d been given by Merlin. Lipstick with a hidden laser cutter, a set of listening devices disguised as a pair of cufflinks. Your fingertips brush over the small compartment in the side that will hide your gun from the security screens on entry to the gala and the feeling of the metal under your fingers is reassuring. 

“Bedivere?” you hear Roxy calling from down the corridor, growing nearer. “You almost ready?”

“I’m just in here, Lancelot,” you call back, turning away from the mirror and looking around for your heels. “Do you have our covers?” 

“I’ve got the invitations for-christ.” You hear Roxy behind you as you carefully step into your heels and turn to face her, an eyebrow raised curiously. The reason for her sudden stop is clear as her eyes flicker quickly over your body, taking in the tight dress. She swallows hard. Her voice is a little hoarse as she continues “I have our invitations and the plans for the hotel loaded into my glasses. Should be a quick mission. You have-you have the surveillance equipment we’re planting, right?” 

You nod, stepping closer as your hands smooth self consciously over the clinging material of the dress and you say, a little distractedly “yeah, we’re all sorted for that. It’s in my clutch.” You hesitate for a second and ask “hey, Rox, does the dress look alright? I never wear things like this.” Though you’d like the reassurance about the dress, that’s not why you asked the question. You and Roxy have been not-quite-flirting for months now, and the look in her eye as she takes in your outfit confirms the few questions that had been giving you reservations about making any moves. Smiling coyly at her, you reach out to smooth the lapels of her suit, hands lingering across her shoulders, and she swallows hard again. 

“You look gorgeous. You always do,” she says quietly.

A second passes. Then another. The two of you are frozen like that, staring at each other, each waiting for the other to react. Slow, deliberately, you let your hand glide up from her shoulder to cradle her jaw, heels making you taller than usual as you lean in to kiss her gently. Roxy’s lips are warm and soft under yours and the moment sends a rush of satisfaction through you because this has been a long time coming for the both of you. You scarcely pull away from her when you feel her reach out to haul you back in again, her lips finding yours with considerably more urgency than before. Her hands are heavy on your hips and you’re pressing against her as she’s kissing you hard. It’s rougher and deeper than before and it sends sparks ricocheting through your entire body as you feel her teeth graze over your lower lip and all you can think is finally.

Neither of you is really aware of anything except each other and when Roxy pulls away to kiss along your jaw and neck, you let out a soft sigh as you pull her a little closer. Reality comes crashing back down around you when you hear a knock at the front door of the safe house and you somewhat belatedly remember that you’re here for a mission. Carefully pulling back from her, you give her a somewhat bashful smile and say “we can’t be late for this thing, can we?” 

She’s blushing and she leans forward to kiss you quickly. “No. Not really.” She’s about to step away to answer the door where your ride to the gala will have pulled up when you grab her wrist and tug her back to you, kissing her again, hard and fast and deep. 

“We can finish what we started when we get back, Lancelot.”

[alexsunmners]

Roxy Morton general headcanons bc I love my girl @kurtwxgners @rax-writes @mvximoff validate me please

She wanted to be an astronaut when she was little

She broke her wrist when she was teaching herself how to cartwheel and she was distraught for ages because she thought it meant she couldn’t go to space

She was immensely relieved when she found out this was just bullshit

When she figured out she really didn’t like the whole concept of being really high up with the possibility of falling then she reluctantly relinquished the whole astronaut dream

She did ballet when she was younger

She wasn’t super into the whole tutu-pointe shoes-feminine delicacy aspect of it

But she liked the rigorous training and discipline and it made her feel strong and powerful

It also made her very physically fit

She gave up ballet for track when she was about fifteen

She had to decide how serious she wanted to be about ballet and ultimately, she decided she liked it but not enough to commit most of her life to it

She was okay at track, but she found she liked longer distances better because she could just stretch her legs and think for longer periods of time

Besides, hamstering around a track repeatedly was boring

She was like meh committed to track and it was good exercise so she kept it up but if something more interesting had come along then she’d probably have dropped it

She tried rowing because her mum suggested it and she hated it

Even more boring than track was

She didn’t like how pretentious and superior the rest of the crew tended to be

She liked to be busy, so she took up so many hobbies

Her dad taught her shooting and hunting when she was like fourteen/fifteen

She learned to ride when she was little

She speaks French, German and conversational Mandarin

She did some jujitsu when she was like thirteen because it seemed cool and she wanted to be able to fight

She’s a really book smart girl

Always did well at school

Especially in the maths sciences area

She likes how easy the numbers are to figure out and how consistent they are

It’s formulaic and reliable

She was relatively popular too because she’s always been willing to talk to anyone and be nice to everyone until they proved they didn’t deserve it

She’s never had patience for bullies

She was treasurer of the student leadership body

imo she was a STEM major at Oxford

She was always going to end up at Oxford-it’s the family legacy and she’s super smart so it was always The Plan

She always had a good head for science and engineering

Founder of her high school mathletes? Yes.

She was probably going to end up at a tech/engineering company if she hadn’t gotten recruited for the Kingsmen

She’s a nerd and everyone loves her for it

She’s not dyslexic but she’s a lil bit of a slow reader

She loves audio books

She really loves books and stories and narratives and literature but it’s easier and more enjoyable for her to listen to them rather than read them conventionally

She’ll take an audio book out on long runs and it’s a nice way to zone out

Good at makeup? Not really

It’s time consuming for her to do and kind of impractical for her to wear often

She likes when someone else does it though

She also loves loves loves having her hair played with

She’s utilitarian as fuck when it comes to clothing and personal style

Her style is tidy, clean, simple and practical

She’s not really hung up on what’s in fashion

She likes wearing dresses sometimes but in general prefers jeans/pants/whatever is most practical for the situation at hand

She’s meticulously tidy

She keeps her room perfectly in order because it helps her think 

She likes things to have a place and be where they’re supposed to

She learned to be orderly and tidy when she was pretty young because her parents insisted on it and it became a habit that she liked

She’s a big fan of classic british rock style music

Bowie, Rolling Stones, Coldplay

She secretly indulges in bubblegum pop as well though she’ll deny it to the ends of the earth

All through uni, she listened to film scores and soundtracks to help her focus

She loves documentaries

Doesn’t really matter what it’s about

Nature documentaries, how it’s made food documentaries, space documentaries, science documentaries? Loves them all.

She’s a giant dork and she loves learning for the sake of learning

She loves animals but she’s not great with them

Like she’s good at training them but she doesn’t find interacting with them personally all that rewarding or fun

She loves them and thinks they should be treated well and protected etc.

But she’s not super enthusiastic about interacting with them without a specific purpose i.e. training them so like? Playing with a pet? Not her speciality or something she finds relaxing

She can’t flirt for shit

She’s the best friend you could ever ask for and she’s good with objective relationship advice

But the second she’s got a personal investment or involvement in the issue she’s useless

She’s very blunt and to the point but she’s not good with ‘playing the game’ when it comes to flirting