#exubiytsa

          “    I see you’ve returned. Come to apologise, I hope ?    ”

He was…nervous, to say the least, when coming face-to-face with Susan again. She had the stubbornness of her mother, to say the least, and their relationship lately had been a bit strained. Still, she was his granddaughter, and he was loathe to let her go completely unspoiled. Perhaps he was a bit human in that regard.

It had taken him quite a while to think of something she might like, especially now that she had grown up. A ‘My Little Binky’ set might have appeased her when she was younger; now, she would likely not appreciate the gesture much, if at all. (Even if she claimed only to do the duty for the horse, at times.)

Still, he thought about it for quite a while before deciding on a delicate, well-painted statue of a gnome. He didn’t know why that seemed like the right choice; it just called to him. So he bought it, and he wrapped it clumsily in brown paper (really, how was a body supposed to wrap something so lumpy?), and he braced himself to knock on her door. It had been a few months since he’d returned to the Disc, but they did not talk often. He hoped she was home.

SUSAN? He asked, when she opened the door. I HOPE THIS IS NOT TOO BAD OF A TIME. I GOT YOU SOMETHING.

Those evenings, when they left their bespoke suits and worries on the side, just ordered take-out and were drinking beer, staring at a TV screen and laughing at jokes which were relevant 20 years ago but now laughed because the audience was laughing. But it was always a weird feeling of homecoming, watching these shows. Nothing could go wrong there. Everything would always get better again at the end of the episode, and if something gutwrenching would happen, they had eachother to count upon. 

Her gaze went from the screen to Eggsy, and she leaned forward to open his bottle, as of a not spoken understanding, having eachother’s back, always. Being it just to enforce drinking habits, having a laugh, or in a fight. Something they could both trust. A slight smile on her lips, warm, not smiling because she had to, but because she wanted to.

“You know the theme song?” She curiously raised her eyebrows and gave him a nudge as soon as the piano started to play. 

Thank you for being a friend...

@kingsmanmakings​, this is for you. One of my first contacts here and I was so happy that you answered to my lonely starter call, and you’ve become one of my favourite people on this site. I love your Eggsy, I love our muses relationship and that you also seem so invested in it, to have headcanons, plans and ideas? You mustn’t feel bad about how we don’t write as much, I love reading your Eggsy! And I also love you so much, you’re a pal and a confidant <3

★— A soft chatter filled the room, a gentle hum keeping the void of space occupied -- it SURE was a large bar, a huge room, and there Steve was donning his uniform but not the one that was composed of his signature red white and blue; it was his older uniform. Sat to blend in with the Vet gala he was invited to, but truth be told -- he had felt ODD being there. He always did at these sorts -- seeing men he stood side by side with in their last days of glory... 

                     He could’ve gone on, thought about it further, but as he caught a shadow in the hallway, his eyes glancing at those in the room then quickly darting toward the shadow, getting out of his seat  and seeing it once more. 

I TOTES AGREE WITH U ON ALL OF THIS LIKE ??? WHY WOULD HYDRA GIVE HIM AN ARM THAT ACTS ……… LIKE HIS NORMAL ARM RE : SENSORY ADDITIONS AND WHATNOT

if you could recast my faceclaim, who would you choose and why? —— ( status: always accepting. )

send a letter and i’ll tell u my 5 fav blogs // ACCEPTING

ur a sneaky little booger