best agent in the world

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Daisy Johnson in Agents of SHIELD: ‘Farewell, Cruel World!’

anonymous asked:

When they were defusing the bombs I couldn't help but visualize them working for the government dressed in srss bssnss suits saving the world from utter destruction

mmmmmm dan and phil as secret agents….my kink………a weird plug but here is the best fic in the world…..with dan and phil as secret agents………food for thought…

Homecoming

Originally posted by oflanternhill

Summary - .A newborn and their first day at home

Pairing - Pete Dunne X Female Reader + Daughter

WordCount - 1,503

Requested by - @littledeadrottinghood

Written by - Tacha

Key - Y/D/N - Your Daughter’s name. Y/D/M/N - Your Daughter’s middle name  Y/N - Your name

Warnings - Strong Language, angry Pete

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Y/D/N Y/D/M/N was born in three in the afternoon weighing a healthy seven point five pounds. As soon as Pete laid his eyes on his little girl he was dumbstruck. Pete was madly in love with his little girl, he couldn’t quite believe that she was real. Right here in front of him. How could he have taken part in creating someone so innocent and pure?  But now that she was here he was going to do everything in his power to maintain his Daughter’s innocence. If anyone dared to hurt her, he’d give them the beating of their life and that would not be a threat it would be a promise. He’d tear them down limb from limb. 

While you and Y/D/N were in the hospital, Pete was perfectly composed, he watched the nurses teach you both how to do something. Pete had learnt how to hold Y/D/N, Pete was comfortable. Well, he was at the hospital. When the nurse came into your hospital room and informed you and Pete that you and Y/D/N could go home. Pete’s confidence was gone. It had turned into sheer panic, there was no longer a professional teaching him how to do things or instructing him how to do things. 

Pete was terrified, he was on his own. While he knew he had you for support, he couldn’t help but let the fear swarm his head. Normally Pete had no fearless, he didn’t care what he had to face, he just went about it. But bringing Y/D/N home terrified him. If Pete wasn’t trying to maintain calm and ready for your sake, he would have fallen apart. He knew that parenting would be difficult but he didn’t realise that bringing Y/D/N home would be so terrifying.

Throughout the entire ride home, Y/D/N had slept, Pete drove home while you were in the back with Y/D/N, this was the first time Pete had ever been happy with you away from him because he knew one look you would be able to know what was going through his head. It worried him sometimes how much you were able to read him, he was an open book to you. But as long as it remained to be only you then it was okay.

Pete took hold of Y/D/N’s baby carrier as he had made his way towards your house. The area you lived in wasn’t perfect, your neighbours were loud and at times rude but neither you and Pete had the time to look for a house with Y/D/N on the way and Pete working more frequently. Life had gotten in the way and while you and Pete had often put up with his living arrangements. Pete refused to let his little girl live in this house more than all three of you had too. There was no way Y/D/N was going to spend her childhood in this hellhole, Pete’s words not your own,

Pete walked into your small house, several boxes dotted around the hallway containing the last remaining things that you had brought for Y/D/N, on the counter was a stack of post. Hopefully, there would be something from the estate agent in the stack. He settled Y/D/N’s baby carrier on the coffee table watching her as she slept soundly in her baby grow with her gloves. Pete jolted when someone touched his shoulder.

“You can relax now, she’s here and everything is going to be okay?” You reassured as you kissed his neck gently.

“Except we live in this hellhole.” Pete turned around, cascading his arms around your waist holding you gently. The Doctor warned him you would be sore for a while and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Why don’t you check the mail and I’ll make us some coffee and we will see if there’s anything okay?”

“Love, you heard the Doctor take it easy.” Rolling your eyes at Pete, he couldn’t help but smile. You were one of the few people who weren’t afraid to challenge him.

“Pete I gave birth, I can lift a couple of mugs of coffee.” With that, you walked slowly towards the kitchen with coffee in mind.


After the coffee’s had been made and Pete had gone through the mail it was met with relief that the Estate Agent had indeed sent you a package of possible homes, some were what you and Pete specifically asked for, others were not but there was a lot to go through. It wasn’t as if you and Pete were looking for a temporary situation, you and Pete were looking for a home where you could raise Y/D/N and any other children you and Pete may have in the future. 

“I’m glad your Mother gave us the name of that Estate Agent. I didn’t want to continuously get three or four possibilities it would have been too time-consuming.” Pete was sitting on the couch while you were sitting beside him with your legs rested over his lap. 

“According to her, these are the best Estate Agents in the world. You know my Mother doesn’t like to stay in the same place for very long. Beside’s she wants us to get out of this hell hole too.” Pete drew patterns on your leg lazily. He was going to get all three of you out of this place. 

“There’s a few we could look at like this one” Pete held up a picture of a house for you to look at and you smiled. It did look pretty for the outside and the interior was to match however you and Pete wanted to do this properly so you were not going to make any decisions from a peace of paper you were going to view it in person. 

“You can add that to the viewing pile or do you want to write something on the paper so you don’t forget.” Playfully teasing Pete he licked his lips not so quick to reply when a blast of extremely loud music startled you and Pete, Y/D/N instantly being awoken by the intrusive sound, her wailing alerted both of you as you moved to remove her from her baby carrier holding her close to your chest to reassure her. Her sensitive ears bombarded by the noise. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Pete’s relaxed nature had suddenly changed into one you had seen a few times. Pete stormed over towards the wall knocking it several times 

“Will you turn your crappy fucking music down? We have a newborn here!” Pete waited a few moments but nothing. As per usual, your neighbours were going to be an annoyance. This was not your original intention to have as Y/D/N’s first day home, you wanted to chill out and relax get accustomed to having Y/D/N with you. This was turning into a nightmare. You knew Pete’s patience would only last for so long. 

“Love stay here. I’m going to knock some sense into them” Pete stormed out, Pete was known for his hot-tempered attitude in the past you would have run out to calm him down but since Y/D/N is here, you can’t run after him with her arms or leave her in the house alone. You needed help and there were only two other people who could calm him down. Unable to call, you sent a text hoping someone would turn up and soon. 


You stood outside watching Pete hammering the crap out of the neighbours’ door. They were either secretly intelligent or because the music was so loud they couldn’t hear a thing. It was certainly the second option. Y/D/N would not settle, no matter what you tried nothing was working. It wasn’t like you could take her to a nice quiet place to relax. You were getting restless at just how useless you were being as a Mother. 

It was the parking of a car that stopped you from focusing on Y/D/N, you had never been so relieved. 

“Now I know why you never let us come over. I could hear their horrendous music all the way down the road.” Trent’s distinctive accent broke through the loud noise just. This was ridiculous. 

“Well until we move this is what we have to live with or Pete gets arrested. He’s been hammering on their door for the past half an hour.” You looked down at Y/D/N who was still crying away. Frowning you looked up at Trent who was looking at Y/D/N only a few days ago you and Pete had asked Trent to be Y/D/N guardian if anything ever happened to you and Pete it was his duty to look after Y/D/N.  

“Tyler, do me a favour get Pete here before he does something he regrets. There is no way you’re staying here with a newborn. You can live with me and Tyler until you find a new home. Come on let’s go pack some of your stuff.“ You led Trent into the house. This was not how you imagined Y/D/N homecoming to go…

Everyone wonder what is behind Pyro’s mask but nobody gives a shit about Spy

like

he can be an alien disguised as sassy frenchman



My official headcanon now is that spy is in fact an alien, who took innocent frenchman’s identity

And that faceless frenchman has to hide himself now

BEHIND GAS MASK


And that’s what motivated Pyro to become best FBI agent in the world, Who’s now searching for that alien and way to bring his old life back

Stay With Me (Part 2)

Summary: Jane’s thought process from when Kurt says those three little words, right up to when she shows up at his apartment.
A/N: Thank you all so much for the lovely feedback on Part 1, I’m so glad you liked it! If you haven’t read it, it’s available to read here!


The pounding in Jane’s head had gradually eased, but her heart was still thumping, louder than ever. She was itching to leave the cubicle; the doctor was taking his time to discharge her. She hadn’t heard any news of how Kurt was. Jane suspected she was driving Patterson crazy, as she kept ringing her to see if anyone at SIOC had news of Kurt’s condition - but it was the same answer every time.

“No, Jane, I know just as much as you. Look, I know you’re worried, but I’m sure he’s fine. You’ll be the first to know if we hear anything. I gotta go.”

Hirst is clearly keeping the team busy, Jane thought to herself.

She couldn’t help but let her mind wander to the events of the past 24 hours. They had gone from being infiltrated by Sandstorm, losing several of their best agents, to capturing Shepherd, Sandstorm’s leader, the most threatning terrorist in the world - and Jane’s mother. God, mother. Even the word was enough to send a shiver up her spine.

What kind of mother trains her children to be so heartless and void of emotion? Jane thought. Shepherd had played us as pawns the whole time, taking advantage of our vulnerability as orphans. She used me, she used Roman, she drilled it into our heads that what we were doing was for “the greater good”. That it was humane. But nothing about it was humane.

Although Jane’s memories weren’t coming back as frequently as Roman’s, they still frightened her. She knew that she and Remi were separate people now, but that didn’t stop the memories from being real. She had done terrible things, and although she wasn’t that person anymore, it didn’t make her previous actions any less significant.

Kurt’s words - only spoken a few hours ago - echoed in her ears. “We’re not our families.” And it was true; Kurt’s mind wasn’t his father’s, and Jane’s mind wasn’t Shepherd’s. She had redeemed herself - the erasing of her memory had been a blessing in disguise. It had led her to the team, to Kurt. But the nightmares were something that might never be erased.

The thought of the future frightened her. Hirst had told her that she could go anywhere once Sandstorm was stopped, but deep down, Jane didn’t want to go anywhere. She wanted to stay here, where she had finally found a feeling of comfort, a feeling of security, a feeling of home. She didn’t want to leave that - leave him - but she also knew that her spot on the team was now uncertain. Her deal with the FBI had come to an end, and there was no true obligation for her to remain on the team. Shepherd was in custody, that was it. So what would she do now?

The doctor whipped back the cubicle curtain, interrupting her thoughts.

“Alright, Miss Doe, you are free to go.”

It’s about damn time, Jane thought to herself, but she just nodded curtly at the doctor and thanked him.

She slid herself off the hospital bed, ready to leave, when she remembered.

“Wait, sorry, do you have any updates on my colleague? His name’s Kurt Well-” “Yes, I know, but I’m afraid I can’t disclose patient details.”

Jane sighed, closing her eyes briefly. She needed to know if he made it. If she would see him again.

“Please, I’m begging you. I just need to know if he made it through surgery. Please.

The doctor gave her a pitied look, then said “He’s fine. He just got out of surgery a few moments ago, it went really well.”

Jane clutched the side of the metal bed frame to stop her knees from caving in. He’s okay. He’s gonna be okay. Tears sprang from her eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

The doctor smiled at her, clutching his clipboard. “You’re welcome. Now, make your way to reception whenever you’re ready,” he said, before leaving Jane alone in the cubicle.

It was only when the curtain was fully closed that Jane allowed the news to sink in, and allowed her emotions to be released. She couldn’t believe it. She had thought that…

She couldn’t bear to think of her life without him.

With her hands shaking, Jane pulled her cell phone from her back pocket, dialling the number that Kurt had forced her to memorise off by heart.

Patterson answered after two rings.

“Agent Patterson.”

Jane breathed a sigh of relief. “Hey, it’s me, uh-”

“Jane, what did I tell you about calling me?”

“No, no, it’s not that. The doctor just told me that Kurt’s out of surgery. He’s gonna be alright.”

“Oh,” Patterson said, a hint of shame in her voice. “Sorry! Well, that’s amazing news. I’ll tell Hirst and the others right now. Are you discharged yet?”

“Yeah, I’m about to leave right now.”

“That’s great!” Patterson replied. “Okay, I gotta go, Tasha’s getting irritated with me cause she doesn’t know what’s happening. Let us know when you land back home, alright?”

“Okay, I will. Bye.”

Jane clicked ‘end call’ with a slow smile spreading across her face. Patterson could’ve said “Let us know when you land back in New York”, or “SIOC”… but she didn’t. Jane leaned back against the cubical wall, closing her eyes.

Kurt was okay. And she was going home.

spacejasontodd  asked:

Is there any chance you can tell us more about Sporty in your Undercover AU? We know the basics but what's more to that, how did he get famous, how skilled he really is, are there any legends that are told about him that always make him embarrassed?

Yes I’d love 2!!!

(Prepare for a long post, I’m forgoing the read more 👍)

Originally posted by bandicoot88

1) Sporto’s Fame:

Sportacus’ fame came from gaining the number 10!

Each number represents the top agent in LazyTown Incorp. and is basically the face and representive of the company. All of the company votes and its considered the highest honor.

However, by number 3 LazyTown Incorp was a large enough agency to be recognized by neighboring companies. So then CEOs and such of other agencies were allowed to vote in who they they should be the Next Number. 

Then by the time of number 7 it was big enough to be televised (to the spy world, as far as the public knew it was just a big business “best rep. type thing) , and LazyTown Incorp bases in other countries weighed in too. 

It became a big thing, like a competition in the spy world, all the companies voting on who the top agent should be that year. (Kinda like a international Mrs America or something hahaha!)

Íthro was voted Number 9 and one of the top in the world

Then the next generation the honor went to someone else

Then Sport was born and he got the esteemed honor of Number 10!! 

(That was a lotta explaining lmao I hope it made sense!)

2) How Skilled Is Sportacus Really:

Sportacus, being considered one of the best agents in the world, is INCREDIBLY skilled and talented. The kids even call him Superman lmao!

He’s a master in weapons, strategy, combat, and stealth.

Sportacus has dedicated his whole life to the agency and helping people, even going out of his way to be a spokesperson in the public eye

Plus he strives tremendously to be everything his grandfather Íthró was and then some

3) Embarrassing Legends:

Oh man I love this question! There are quite a few rumors, legends, and altered stories Sportacus is rather embarrassed by, here’s a few:

-A legend Sportacus once took down a whole warehouse full of goons with nothing but a bucket of golf balls. In reality it was about 20 guys and a crate full of golf balls. He tries to correct people but they don’t listen

-A rumor Sportacus never stops moving because he’s a scientifically engineered shark cyborg hybrid created by the government. He isn’t

-A story that Sportacus once marched into a war lord’s office and personally told him to “Suck an egg” before triple flipping and roundhouse kicking him in the face. Sportacus actually bust through the window and said “Sorry” before roundhouse kicking him in the gut

-A conspiracy Sportacus is a secret clone of Íthrò. He’s not (He wishes he was)

-A rumor Sportacus’ weakness is puppies with little hats on. This is very true

I hope u enjoyed!!!!!

Hmu if u need more !!!

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how to save a life ;; an introduction

after the loss of her partner, and secret girlfriend, costia, fbi agent lexa woods is pulled from active duty. she spends six months in the d.c. office’s basement sifting through cold cases and attending mandatory therapy when an annoyingly pushy blonde tumbles into her world. 

when agent clarke griffen’s lifelong best friend, wells, is murdered she begins to withdraw from her duties. stealing his case out from under another agent she goes rogue, bringing in a suspect she’s beaten-to-a-pulp. not wanting to truly lose one of their best agents her supervisors assign her to be agent wood’s partner. something neither of them is massively pleased about.

together they travel the country, tracking down leads that have had over thirty years to be buried. meals eaten at highway diners and truck stops. sleeping in cheap motels in one horse towns. squabbling over who gets to pick the music and an old map when they inevitably get lost. and it all may very well be exactly what it takes to heal their broken hearts.

Set-up

Ok ok so I know this took me like 2 weeks to get out lol
I really like how this one turned out though!
Something like this actually happened to my friend so yeah haha
Hope you guys like it too :-)

Title: Set-up
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Natasha Romanov
Summary: “you’re a recruit and Steve tries to set you up with natasha, and natasha tries to set you up with Steve, and they find out each other’s plans. You can take it in whatever direction from there.”
Word Count: 839
Warnings: None I think lol    

Your name: submit What is this?

           "You’re hitting too low,“ Natasha instructed as you wiped the sweat from your brow.

           You had been training with her for a while now, and boy was she kicking your ass. You were a new recruit, and even with the tips from Natasha, you were no match for her skill. Her moves were perfected to a T, whereas yours came from street fighting. Your muscles burned as you continued to swing, with Natasha coaching you the whole time.

           "You’re favoring your left,” she murmured as she blocked your hits with ease. “Don’t lean back so much.”

           Finally, you groaned loudly, throwing your hands up in defeat. Natasha laughed lightly as you walked over to the side of the room, taking a drink from your water bottle. Typically she would yell at you to get back at it, but considering how much you were sweating, she let  you off the hook this time.

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