retired agents

Ride

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You accidentally let it slip to Bucky that he has great thighs, and he offers you a chance at a ride.

Word Count: 1640

Warnings: thigh riding, language, smut references (my little ones might want to skip this one)

A/N: it’s been a long weekend but it’s late and my mind has been wandering tonight sooo this happened

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anonymous asked:

How realistic is it for the retired agent/spy/assassin to come back and kick just as much butt as they did years before? Does such training come back to you easily if you haven't used it in a long while or will you be rusty enough to get killed?

Parts of this are realistic, others not so much.

If you’ve spent enough time training techniques, this stuff gets baked into the way you move. It’s not, “oh, I’ll do this to someone;” it’s just there. Training can also affect how you look at the world; this is true as a general statement on life, but it also applies here. Again, as with muscle memory, this is always there, always affecting how you view your surroundings and the people in them.

So, in that sense, yes. A veteran character coming back after years away from the job will still have their skills and training. Some of that will be rusty, but this stuff sticks with you. Especially if you were maintaining your training for years. That said, they’ll still get their teeth kicked in.

Ironically, one of the more realistic takes I’ve seen on this was in the middle seasons of 24. In the early seasons, the protagonist, Jack Bauer, is a federal counterterrorist agent. After the third season he’s basically on his own, and no longer a part of the agency that trained him. By the fifth season (about 3 years later) he’s at a point where he’s getting his ass handed to him by a security guard.

The problem is something we’ve explained, repeatedly. Hand to hand combat is not static. The training I got 20 years ago doesn’t apply now. It will work against untrained opponents. Basic physiology doesn’t change. However, going up against opponents who’ve been keeping their training up to date, (or are some of the people responsible for updating the techniques in the first place), is not going to end well.

Something I know we haven’t discussed on this subject is how this updating happens. It requires contact with people who are actually using their training practically. Seeing what people are doing isn’t something that you can do sitting on a mountain top. You need to actually be immersed in the community. You look for how people are adapting to the techniques you’re training others in, and look for ways to get around those counters.

In the case of law enforcement, one major source if intelligence to guide updates is watching what criminals are teaching each other in prison. Career criminals will look for ways to counter police hand to hand, and once they have that, will (usually) share it with people they work and/or socialize with.

A veteran coming in after years away may be able to execute their training perfectly, and still get taken down by a rookie who received their training last year, because they were trained to counter the veteran’s approach.

Updating is about looking for the things that are most prevalent, and finding ways to defend against them. It’s very likely your veteran will understand this concept. Whether that affects their behavior is more of a characterization question.

Incidentally, this doesn’t just apply to hand to hand, it’s also a relevant concept when you’re talking about things like tradecraft.

Tradecraft is the shorthand for techniques used in intelligence gathering. It’s (somewhat) all encompassing. So, anything from social engineering to dead drops or even the way you set up surveillance could be lumped in under this header.

Just like hand to hand training, this stuff does go out of date. Usually once someone’s actually exploited a method and gotten caught doing it. Though, sometimes it’s preventative.

The irony is, when it comes to being a spy, the biggest problem is being a veteran, not being out of practice. It’s being a veteran. When a spy starts their career, no one knows who they are, they have no reputation, they’ve never turned up in strange places, they’re just someone walking around, taking in the sights, maybe doing a job for some NGO.

Even if a spy is never caught, as they work, their name will start ending up on desks, in lists of witnesses, employees, or whatever. Once is not a pattern, but as their name keeps coming up over the years, it becomes easier to identify them. Potential enemies start keeping files, and gradually filling them with what they know. This means it is much harder for a veteran spy to operate in the field undetected, than it is for a rookie.

There’s a similar issue for assassins. Either they’re a complete ghost, no one knows who they are, and may not even believe they ever existed, or (more likely), if they were working for a government (or any other large, overt organization, like a corporation), they’re in the same boat as a veteran spy. People may not know your character is an assassin, but they will know that they worked for someone. Which in turn, will put them on guard, and make your character’s life much harder.

There are concepts a veteran will have internalized, which someone without training won’t understand or grasp. Thing that just don’t go out of style. For example, bullets will blow through most residential walls and furniture. So, if someone’s taking cover behind a couch, kitchen wall, or car door, it’s far more expedient to simply shoot through whatever’s in your way. Another concept is one I’ve mentioned recently, you reload when you have the time, not when you’ve run your gun dry.

Similarly, experience they’ve learned from may still be relevant. Being able to read someone’s intentions, know when they’re about to resort to violence, or simply knowing the value of good intelligence aren’t going to go away because your character spent the last five years pretending to be a well-adjusted human being.

-Starke

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This video was taken by Pete Bodette and Dick Affolter during the summer of 2005 and later was shown on ABC News. The creature in the video is thought to be none other than the famous Lake Champlain Monster. Two retired FBI agents reportedly viewed the video and claimed it was authentic. According to the fishermen, the creature was never fully seen but they did see its nose and head surface occasionally. 

Bodette was quoted as saying, “I’m 100 percent sure of what we saw. I’m not 100 percent sure of what it was.”

Hartwin fic recs (1/?)

[Long post]

I went through the fics saved on my Kindle aka I read them at least thrice (not the recently bookmarked ones on ao3 or on my laptop) and here are what I found. The order is mainly sorted by authors’ names and texts in italics are my comments. I try not to spoil them for you guys and only include tags the authors use.

⭐ Underneath - Ataraxetta. E, 37k.

Of course, a refusal to apologise and a handjob on the floor of a fitting room does not reparations make.

Eggsy left the shop that night with a new chip on the shoulder of his new suit. Harry left the shop that night with the knowledge of what Eggsy looked like flushed and trembling with pleasure under his hands and the certainty that this single torturous taste of what he wanted most was worth living with the possibility that he would not get another.

⭐ A Marriage of Inconvenience - autoschediastic. E, 11k. Fake marriage.

“Caution in the field isn’t confined to simply an awareness of your surroundings,” Harry says, his tone stern but his breath soft and warm against the back of Eggsy’s hand. His gaze lifts, his eyes hooded as he peers at Eggsy over the rims of his glasses. “You’ve told a lie, Eggsy, and now that lie must be truth.”

(Or, that time Eggsy scored them a better table by saying it was his and Harry’s anniversary and quickly grew to regret it.)

⭐ the train is a metaphor - autoschediastic, Ponderosa . E, 6k.

“What sort of aggression is it then?” Eggsy asks, cutting right to the heart of the matter.

Harry knows even before he hears the response. Knows because even as Merlin is saying, “It appears to affect sexual responses. Activating latent desire and cranking up the subject’s sex drive whilst simultaneously increasing pheromone production,” Harry is thinking primarily of the distance between himself and Eggsy and how very few steps it would take to be within range to push the boy to the floor and pin him there.

How (not) to get a dad’s blessing - BrightsideIsMyMiddleName. NR, 36k, WIP.

“You know, you almost fooled me yesterday with the whole I want to watch the legacies speech,” Merlin says and Harry groans, because he knows things just went tits up. “Well, I suppose you were half telling the truth. You wanted to watch one certainlegacy, but it was more about his mouth, eyelashes and that thing on his eyebrow you can’t seem to stop staring at.”

Harry head snaps up at that. “Oh, shite.”

“Oh, yes,” the agent keeps going, completely enjoying this. “You forgot to turn off your feed. I saw the flirting. And Lee’s reaction. Good luck with that.”

⭐ Conditions of Release - Calico. E, 5k.

Eggsy pulled furtively at the ropes binding his arms and legs to the metal tracks, as if he’d forgotten the last five minutes already. God, though. Before he’d felt trapped, terrified; now it was more like he was… at Harry’s mercy.

⭐ What Men Want - calico. E, 12k. Lots of UST.

Eggsy goes data-mining.

I died multiple times reading this. 

⭐ Inopportune Moments series - calico, habernero. The whole series is a blessing and I’ll forever treasure the endless amount of UST in it.

⭐ Every Club’s Got a Secret Handshake - ChuckleVoodoos. NR, 4k.

A Kingsman needs steady hands, he tells Eggsy. I’ll resign quietly, he tells Merlin. Eggsy will make an admirable Galahad, he tells them both.

Or: In which Harry has a few minor issues following his head injury that no one but him considers issues.

Status after reading: Dehydrated from crying. 

⭐ Ätherwellen - coloursflyaway. M, 2k.

There are three-hundred and twenty-six members in Kingsman’s tech departments all over the world, and obviously they have lots of stories to share about their agents and what they do to drive them crazy.

The best way to do so is a super-secret WhatsApp group, and if it gets a challenge for all of them to finally get Harry and Eggsy together, it might just be Merlin’s fault.

⭐ Through Time - coloursflyaway. E, 162k.

A chronic of Harry’s and Eggsy’s love, following them from their first meeting to the last time they set eyes on each other, through shots in the head and falling in love and finally getting their shit together.

⭐ Dream In Red - Corvin. T, 11k. Soulmates AU.

Eggsy wasn’t raised to take the soulmate marks too seriously. He could fall in love without them.

⭐ Street Sweepers, Night Watchmen, Flame Keepers - Deepdarkwaters. E, 36k.

Harry survived V-Day - because of course he did - but not all the Kingsman agents were so lucky. With the world still going to shit and the worst staff shortage since the organisation began, Merlin calls a group of retired agents back to their posts to help out while he trains the new recruits.

Featuring snowball fights, banter, innuendo, handsome old men, lady scientists, secrets in walking sticks, Harry’s appalling crush, thumbnails of bigger pictures, a pastede on plot crammed in around all the flirting which is really just an excuse for me to write a silly sword fight, and an old bet from 1986 that’s still not been decided.

⭐ in this safe place here - Della19. E, 5k. Omegaverse.

“I am entirely capable,” Harry proclaims cuttingly to Merlin, puffed up like a prissy cat. And Merlin throws his arms skyward like he’s just begging for lightning to strike ‘im where he stands and asks, with scathing exasperation, “Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?”

And Eggsy one hundred percent doesn’t snicker, and he’s got the bloody inner cheek to prove it, ‘cause Eggsy’s a fuckin’ gentleman.

Instead Eggsy takes in the sight of ‘is pregnant mate, huge as a fuckin’ planet and still the most bloody gorgeous man he’s ever seen. And then takes in ‘is face, and he wonders how much ice cream he’s gonna need to buy to get them all through the four weeks of bed rest Merlin just ordered.

And then Harry’s upper lip looks like it might fuckin’ quiver, and Eggsy contemplates just buyin’ stock in Ben and Jerry’s.

⭐ i blinked (and there you were) - Della19. M, 19k. Time travel AU.

The Weeping Angels, Eggsy reads on the stolen Torchwood intel. Aliens that pose as statues, and kill their victims by sending them back in time and feeding off their years not lived in the present. The politest psychopaths in the universe, a note reads, scrawled in what looks like a doctor’s chicken scratch on the edge of the page by someone who clearly had a perverse sense of humour. A one way trip, the report concludes; you get transported by the angels, and it’s the slow road back to the present for you.

Eggsy lays his head back on the wall, takes stock of his situation. He’s lost 30 years - three years more than his entire lifespan up ’til now - in the blink of an eye, and now he’s stuck here, in 1988. Three years before he’s even born. Arthur, the prick, is sure to be heading up the Kingsmen, and Merlin, if he’s even there would be…20, maybe. Fuck, so fucking young.

Shite, even Harry’d only be…

Alive, Eggsy thinks, and finds himself sitting down hard from where his knees can’t hold him. This is 1988, and Harry’s 23, and alive.

Suddenly, being stuck in 1988 doesn’t seem so bad.

⭐ your world tomorrow - DivineProjectZero. E, 9k.

This is turning into one hell of a fairytale.

(or, the one in which Eggsy never dreamed of the Cinderella life and ends up living it anyway.)

⭐ all the tables turn - DivineProjectZero. E, 23k.

Harry Hart has terrible taste in men.

So it comes as a bit of a surprise when Eggsy smiles at him and the predator inside Harry cocks its head in consideration.

⭐ the things we steal (it was only a kiss) - DivineProjectZero, 5k. HP AU.  

Eggsy whips around to find Harry Hart standing right behind him, holding a martini glass and just as gorgeous as Eggsy last saw him, three years and two months ago.

Thankfully, Eggsy is too busy staring in shock to actually say anything in response, because Harry then says, “Excuse my poor manners. Harry Hart. And you are?” And then extends his hand, which is how Eggsy remembers that he’s not supposed to be Eggsy Unwin right now; he’s actually undercover.

⭐ How not to attack Harry Hart - enjoy_acne. M, 31k.

Everybody wants to hurt Harry Hart. Harry’s really not sure what he’s done to garner such attention.

Where attacking even an amnesiac Harry proves near impossible. This is a romantic comedy with a dose of violence.

⭐ another head aches, another heart breaks - jonphaedrus. E, 44k.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every good story has its Lazarus.

(or; the one where harry hart dies, and then lives again)

⭐ take me to church - jonphaedrus. M, 2k.  

He sees Westminster Abbey. Instead of a burst of civic and national pride, it feels like someone has just punched him in the chest. Harry stumbles, nearly falls over, and he can suddenly see bright Southern sunlight, he can smell the scent of blood all over him, his shoulder aches where someone’s just stabbed him, there are bullet bruises all over his back. There’s someone screaming in the distance and he can see flat, brown eyes facing him down the barrel of a silenced gun.

He winds up crouched, retching on the floor of a public loo, head between his knees, breathing high and fast through his teeth while Merlin’s voice, quiet and calm and grounding in his ear tells him just stay there, Arthur, someone’s coming, and someone comes.

⭐ A Different Place and Time - Ferrero13. T, 23k. Time travel, soulmates AU.  

Eggsy’s words are ‘What’s your name, young man?’, but Harry’s isn’t ‘Eggsy.’ So he keeps quiet, keeps it to himself, but when he finds himself face to face with a younger Harry Hart, Eggsy can’t help falling in love all over again.

Sometimes, the first words you say to your soulmate aren’t the first they hear from you.

⭐ On Hand - fideliant. E, 24k.

Or, Five Things A Gentleman Should Never Do Without

“In my defence,” Eggsy says, “It could have happened to anyone.”

⭐ Your Highness - Galahard. E, 40k. Modern Royal AU.

 “The international community is in chaos this morning in the wake of the deaths of many world leaders. The death of the president of the United States has been confirmed, along with the majority of his cabinet. Great Britain can count itself lucky that the Queen has been found and finally returned to her throne, but her heirs are another story. It appears that both princes and their own heirs are among the casualties of what is being referred to as the Valentine’s Day Massacre. Sources close to–”

It just so happens that there is another direct heir to the British throne out there, but he’s probably going to need a bit of polish.

⭐ We musn’t touch what isn’t ours - inusagi. E, 11k.

Harry Hart is a sociopath, yes, but he’s a sociopath who loves Eggsy.

or

5 times Harry showed his true colours and 1 time Eggsy really sees it.

⭐ Irish Car Bombs - kimposibl. M, 5k.

“It’s from the gentleman over there,” replies the waitress, pointing over her shoulder.

“Err….” Now, Eggsy knows he’s pissed. He learned his limits and exceeded them back in Cambridge, so being drunk off his arse is nothing new. He also knows that he can finish his pint and maybe get away with one more drink before he’s making a raucous or somehow getting involved in a fight, but he certainly can’t handle six more cocktails of Irish alcohol.

“Invite him over,” he tells her with an easy smile.

Or, the drunken one night stand Eggsy thought he’d never see again until he does and they have sex again.

⭐ Gentle - KingKiller. T, 4k.

Harry lives. He’s alive and he knows it.

But sometimes at night after waking up from dreams (nightmares) where Valentine wasn’t afraid of blood and Gazelle wasn’t so enamored with the lisping psychopath Harry wakes in the dark all too sure he’s dead.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

⭐ Hold me tight - KingKiller. NR, 14k.

The dynamics between he and Eggsy had changed. And Harry doesn’t even know how to describe “how” it had.

Continuation of “Gentle”. 

⭐ the parting glass - kirkaut. E, 48k.

The words shrivel and die between them.

Harry’s chest hitches on an indrawn breath. The contours of his face are cast dramatically in the fiery hues of the street at night, highlighting the wrinkle in his forehead and the soft slope of his chin and the silvery pink of his scar.

He’s beautiful, and Eggsy loves him.

“I miss you.” The confession falls. It lands heavily onto the pavement, cracking into the asphalt. “You’re alive, you’re right in fucking front of me, and I still miss you.”

⭐ Whenever you look up there I shall be. - LadyEmrys. E, 114k.

Watching the light spread in those heavy-lidded eyes, seeing the small twitch at the corner of his mouth - the only other physical sign he had strength enough to give - was more than enough to know for sure.

Eggsy was fucked.

Or: In a world rapidly descending into anarchy in the wake of V-Day, Kingsman - under the guidance of it’s new Arthur - must decide whether or not to abandon its hitherto undercover nature and save the the world from itself.

⭐ Ace of Spades - manic_intent. E, 44k.

“This is your next target,” Merlin said into Harry’s earpiece, as Harry leaned forward to look at his laptop screen.

It blacked out, for a moment, then a clip out of some interview began to play. The video was in black and white, crisply and tightly shot, its subject a young man shown seated from the waist up, against a pale gray background, grinning at the camera. He was probably in his mid twenties, dressed down in a black leather jacket over a pale t-shirt, loose over denim jeans, his hair long enough to feather slightly over his forehead, a hint of stubble over his chin. He was also, quite possibly, the most beautiful young man Harry had ever seen, and disturbingly… familiar, somehow.

As the young man laughed noiselessly at the camera, elegant serif type faded over the lower third of the screen: Gary Unwin, by Vanity Fair. Harry blinked, and studied the young man’s pretty face more closely, the crinkling around his eyes, the joyous curl to his mouth, the way he sat, relaxed yet alert, like a hunting hound, waiting to come to heel.

⭐ Kingmaker - manic_intent. E, 49k.

“Eggsy, I really don’t think-“ Merlin began, and stopped, because at that very moment, Eggsy walked right into a lamp post.

Across the street, at a sidewalk corner cafe, reading a paper, sandwich part-eaten on a plate, sleek, long legs crossed neatly under the table, was Harry Hart.

⭐ Strange Sights, Strange Wonders - manic_intent. E, 51k. Stardust AU.

In the glade where the star had fallen, the gloom of the gnarled old woods was deeper than night, save around the blackberry bush that had broken his fall: the grass and the battered leaves were now luminous, moon-touched. There was a long pause, broken by the sounds of twittering insects and the forest folk, then, there was a loudly groaned, “Fuck!”

The star rubbed a hand over his eyes, then flinched and held his hand up, spreading unfamiliar fingers up against the night sky. He turned his hand this way and that, curling and uncurling fingers, then he let out a softer, yet just as vehement “fuck!” and sat up, wincing.

⭐ Calm Like You - MartinShostakovich. E, 10k. Teacher/student AU.

Eggsy develops a heavy crush on his new Classical Literature Professor Harry Hart, and strives to reach the top of the class in order to impress him. Little did Eggsy know, Mr. Hart is fairly easy to impress.

⭐ As Fate Would Have it - midnightsurge. M, 45k. MI6!Eggsy AU.

 The young man smiled brightly again, turning to face him slightly as they walked outside. “M’name’s Eggsy. Eggsy Unwin.”

Harry suddenly stopped in his tracks. He knew that name.

Eggsy turned to face him expectantly once he’d realised the other was no longer walking next to him.

“I think you knew me dad, righ’?” 

⭐ the centre cannot hold - missbecky. E, 34k.

It’s a rainy Monday when Eggsy Unwin is killed in the line of duty. And it’s a rainy Tuesday when Harry Hart starts to feel that there is something very wrong with the world now. As one tragic event after another unfolds, he becomes convinced that Eggsy was never meant to die. Somehow he has to put things right again and find a way to get Eggsy back. No matter what the cost.

⭐ once upon a different lifetime - missbecky. M, 58k.

The night before the final test, Harry makes Eggsy a promise: once he is a Kingsman, they will talk about their future together. Then V-Day happens, and although Harry recovers, he doesn’t remember that last day he spent with Eggsy. Now Eggsy has to carry on like his heart isn’t breaking every time he looks at Harry and he thinks about what they might have had. He manages to do a good job of it, though, keeping things between them strictly professional.

So then, of course, Harry remembers.

⭐ One Night - Nickygp. E, 53k. Judge!Harry, rentboy!Eggsy.

Harry Hart, a Lord Justice, has his life turned upside down when he meets a young rentboy, named Eggsy, who charms his way into Harry’s heart. But can he act upon those feelings, or are their cirmustances too different to breach the gap?

⭐ Bluffing With An Empty Hand - nightwalker. E, 2k. Short and sweet.

The first time Harry Hart threatens to end Eggsy’s step-father, it’s a bluff.

The second time is going to be a promise.

⭐ No Charm Equal- potentiality_26. E, 29k. Cupid AU. The one that got me hooked on this author.

To say that Harry was too surprised to react at first would have been a grave understatement. He wasn’t literally invisible, because he did sometimes need to interact with mortals to do his job, he was just unnoticeable. People- the particular charge he had been assigned to most of all- were meant to see him and yet never actually process his presence. Unless he showed up in their houses- which a gentleman would never do, of course- they would ignore him and just get on with their lives. And yet here Eggsy was, closer than anyone had been to Harry since- well, since he was mortal, and that was long enough ago that Harry could hardly remember it- snarling, “Why are you following me?”

⭐ Getting It Right - potentiality_26. E, 8k. 5+1.

“Kiss me,” he murmured when he reached Harry, because while it wasn’t exactly vital to the mission that Eggsy convince this woman that they were in love, it would certainly make him feel better. Harry pressed his mouth to Eggsy’s as he passed him a glass of champagne, and ‘feeling better’ went out the window. The kiss was quick, sweet, marital. Eggsy didn’t know how Harry made it feel so practiced, but he did.

“I have an admirer,” Eggsy informed him, almost breathless with how much he wanted Harry to kiss him like that every day, how much he wanted Harry to have a reason to.

Five times Eggsy gets Harry to kiss him for the wrong reasons (and one time he gets it right).

⭐ Enough to Live On - potentiality_26. E, 19k.

Harry stated the obvious, something he should have seen that morning but hadn’t: “You shopped.”

“I been here quite a bit,” Eggsy explained, shrugging one shoulder. “And anyway it seemed… better. Food in the fridge, nothing gathering dust. Made it more like you’d be back any day now.” Eggsy swiped his knife over the bread with a little more aggression than was strictly necessary, but his voice was very even. “You said you’d come back and sort things. But you didn’t.”

Harry comes back a week after V-Day. He isn’t strictly alive, but that means less than he would have expected it to. 

⭐ An Ocular Condition  - ProdigalQueer. G, 3k.

Harry sees his adjustment as easy, but that’s only because he’s not really looking.

⭐ Only As Directed - rageprufrock. E, 12k.

“Arthur is a bad man,” Roxy had said.

“Fucking tell me about it,” Eggsy had muttered, and gone to put on the tarty trousers Harry had picked out for him like a fucking high-end pimp.

⭐ A Taste of Mallorca - Regency. M, 18k. Chef AU.

Harry is a celebrated food critic. Eggsy is a Youtube-famous food blogger. They meet at the grand opening of Mediterranean restaurant Mallorca when they’re forced to share a table. It’s a meal, and a night, neither will soon forget.

⭐ my saints fallen series  - neroh. From T to E.  I love this so much.

 ⭐ The Mate in Roommate - ronahn. E, 5k. Uni AU.

Out of all of the blokes occupying their flat, Harry was the one Eggsy saw the most, and yet they had only ever shared passing greetings. It was a growing source of disappointment for Eggsy; he was strangely drawn to Harry and his gorgeous brown hair and eyes.

⭐ The Spy who Loved Me (Or so they say) - ToriCeratops. E, 54k. Fake relationship AU, Pining.

In the wake of V-day the world’s economy hangs in a delicate balance, liable to crumble without warning. One man has the knowledge and the power necessary to send it tumbling down, so that only he remains on top.

The Kingsman have been tasked with stopping him before he can carry out his plan. In order to do so, Harry and Eggsy must act as lovers at an elite couple’s getaway to earn this man’s trust. Will they be able to carry out their mission as planned? Or will old wounds and buried emotions cause a havoc greater than anything they could have expected?

⭐ Kiss Me Now (before I can run) - persephoneggsy. M, 37k. Soulmates AU.

It wasn’t unusual, Eggsy told himself. There were plenty of people- just a little under half of the world’s population, really- that weren’t with their soulmates. Some of them just hadn’t met yet; others had died beforehand; and then there were the people in Eggsy’s situation. Sometimes people genuinely didn’t want their soulmates. Either they were in love with someone else, or they just didn’t like what they got stuck with, and Eggsy imagined the latter was very much the case with him and Harry. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have felt like for him, the world’s prime example of a posh bloke, to have his soulmate be some beaten-up kid. He would have rejected him too.

Or: soulmate AU where you know your soulmate from the moment you touch them, and when you do, their name gets written over your heart like a brand. But that’s not always a guarantee.

⭐ Tailor Shop - rougewinter. E, 13k. Like a Disney movie except really gay and for grown-ups.

“There’s no need for that now.” The older man said, both hands raised in a placating gesture that only had Eggsy narrowing his eyes in wariness.

“Who the hell are you, anyway?” Eggsy demanded, making sure to keep the poker up.

“My name is Harry Hart. And I’m the man, well, the mannequin that you just assembled.”

Or

The one where Harry is cursed to be a magical mannequin and can only be saved by the power of love.

⭐ that which lingers - bruises for tomorrow. M, 22k.

 Here is something that Gary “Eggsy” Unwin (aged 24 and ¾) never knew to expect from ghosts:

- Sometimes their absence hurts worse than their presence.

⭐ Married to the Job - trilliath. E, 18k. Mutual pining, misunderstanding.

 "Hm?“ Merlin asks, distracted when he looks up and squints at Eggsy’s face, then catches up and resumes working. “Oh. No. Zania Bonatti, Italian artist and activist. Also Harry’s wife.”

“You wot?” Eggsy blurts, eyes snapping back to him, then over to Roxy like he might’ve mis-heard.

But he hasn’t because Roxy’s face wrinkles minutely in sympathy that has Eggsy’s ears burning and he snaps his eyes away again in humiliation.

“Yes, Harry’s married. Did he never mention that to you?” Merlin pauses long enough to frown briefly, then he shrugs. “Well, on to more important matters…”

⭐ you make motion when you cry - unhappy_turtle. E, 4k. Pining.

“Wanna go on an ate with me?” Eggsy slurs, “I’ll give you the D later.”

“You are very inebriated, aren’t you?”

Eggsy nods, his head feeling too heavy.

⭐ These Hands (Had to Let It Go Free) - Vacilando. G, 12k.

He does not only recognize this man, he knows him. Harry knows the way he laughs and the way he would smile cheekily at Harry. He knows the way this man say his name, all rough cockney accent and confidence. Harry knows him better than Harry knows himself but none of that matter because Harry does not remember his name.

Nor is he sure if this man is real. 

⭐ Breathless (A Tale of Eggsy Unwin) - xxjinchuurikixx. E, 101k. Pining.

“Harry–"Eggsy breaks off, because, god, Harry’s here! He’s alive, breathing, beautiful, and he’s got Eggsy crushed in his arms and Eggsy can feel his mouth tingling from the roughness of his kiss.

Then Harry pulls back; more-so he shoves Eggsy away. He keeps him pinned to the wall, at arms length, and Eggsy is pleased to see Harry is panting, stray chocolate hairs fallen out of place. The action, however, makes his blood feel cold, and he stares up at Harry in confusion, expecting something more. But Harry makes no move to close the space between them again.

When Harry speaks, finally, it’s low and deadly and it fucking hurts.

“Forget that ever happened.”

⭐ Virtue Over Avarice- Yessydo. M, 13k. Tailor AU.

Eggsy crashes his stepfather’s car into the front window of a quaint but reputable tailor’s shop on Savile Row and, thanks to the charitable spirit of its mysterious owner, ends up working there to pay the damages.

⭐ Lots of Lost Time - Yessydo. E, 1k.

A year after his “death”, Harry is reunited with Eggsy, who has some strong feelings on the matter.

⭐ Lavagulin and Guinness - Snarfle. E, 163k. I waited eagerly for every update of this.

Plenty of people had looked down on Eggsy throughout his life. He had gotten fairly used to it. Didn’t mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. What really sucked was that the new Arthur was worse than the old one.

“Eggsy grimaced. He didn’t know how to explain to Harry – who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life – that the new Arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”

One Last Mission

Hi guys!!! I put up a post about this story asking if you wanted it and the general answer was a big yes. But for those who didn’t see the post here we go.

***Summary: You’re a ‘retired’ Level 12 SHIELD agent who has been laying low ever since the Project Insight disaster. Now, a couple years later Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton show up at your doorstep asking a favour; they need your help on one last mission. You agree to help them out on the condition that they left you alone afterwards. It was fine until it all fell apart…***

Woo! So that’s the summary and this is the first part!

It was a quiet Thursday night for you as you sipped on a glass of wine with a new book.  Of course, nothing could ever go as planned as a shrill ring filled the air as your personal phone rang on the table. Silently getting up, you took the knife strapped under the table and held it behind you before answering it. 

“It’s Black Widow speaking.”

“Bloody hell, what are you doing?!” Immediately your eyes searched your apartment as you hissed to the phone. 

“You gave me your number in case of emergencies.” Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow, replied as her partner said something with didn’t quite come through clearly. 

“I swear to god if it isn’t an-”

“We need your help, L/N. And you know we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t an emergency.” Clint Barton, whose code name was Hawkeye, cut you off as he officially joined the conversation. 

“Don’t cut me off again, Barton.” Levelling the phone with a glare as if it was Clint, you walked back to your wine and downed it because you knew that if they really had come around to calling you, it was going to be a big deal. Subtly, you twirled the knife in your hand and slotted it into into one of the belt loops on your jeans. 

“I’m not doing anything for you. I’m laying low now because my enemies make the majority of yours look like kindergarten children.”

“It’s about Budapest.” Natasha’s words stopped you in your track of denial. 

“I’m sorry, what? I saved your asses there and now your telling me that you messed it up even further?” You could already feel the impending headache begin to ebb its way into your brain. 

“Something like that.“ 

You groaned and rolled your eyes. "You’re useless. Give me the eight. Now.”
As they explained everything to you about the mission you simply sat back down and soaked it all in. 

“That’s nice but I’m still not sure why you need me. You’re taking your boyband there and I don’t see where I fit in.” You were leaning on the back on your sofa, watching your phone as the two ex-agents talked.

You could hear rustling from the other end of the line before Natasha spoke. “Y/N, look, aside from us nobody else knows what went down in Budapest.” That’s not true. “And you were a Level 12 SHIELD TASA certified agent who was and still is a myth to most people. We were Level 6 and look at what we do. I think that says it all, don’t you?”

You knew that she had a point; if they were coming to you it had to be big, and from their explanation you knew they were worried about what could pan out from this. 

“When do you need me?” You asked and ran a hand through your hair. 

“We need you yesterday; the team didn’t want to get anyone else involved but we insisted we knew someone trustworthy enough to bring on to the case. Didn’t specify any details so what you say is all they know about you.” Clint’s voice gave away a lopsided smirk and that brought a small smile to your face. 

“Give me twenty and I’ll be on my way.”

In those minutes, you had your bag packed; weapons packed in a separate bag; your old uniform on and all of your typical arsenal attached in various places; your neighbour to look after the place; any confidential paperwork hidden away in a safe; and finally your ‘missions phone’ reactivated.
You walked down out of your apartment building into an inconspicuous car which you had purchased after fleeing DC after the ‘Potomac Disaster’, as the intelligence community had taken to calling it. 

It was an easy drive to the airport where all you had to do was flash your badge you were let through, no questions asked and both of your bags were allowed with you as carry on luggage. Four hours later, you were driving up to the Avengers Compound in Upstate New York in a rented car and parking in the underground car park at the back of the building. Getting to the Avengers was worryingly easy, granted that you avoided reception in the lobby.

You walked up the stairs, as the elevator was bound to have Stark’s AI system and cameras in which would alert him to your presence and therefore ruin your entrance. As you ascended, you recognised the two people’s voices who called you and stopped at that floor which was penultimate to the top. You slid through the door silently and no one noticed you, much to your pleasure and you moved into the shadows of the natural evening light that fells in beams into the room. Looking around the room, it had one glass wall overlooking the grounds and a open space plan, allowing easy access to every part of the floor and leaving it vulnerable to aerial attack despite the glass likely being tinted. 

You just quite happily stood in your corner watching the exchange until soon your moment came.

“If you trust this person I suppose they can’t be that bad.” Steve Rogers reckoned to Clint and Natasha as the sat in a vague gathering with the other members of the team.

“They’re better than ‘not bad’, Rogers.” Natasha was smooth in defending you.

“We know nothing about this person yet you expect us to trust them?” Wanda Maximoff’s European accent cut in.

“I have faith that whomever they bring in will not betray us as Miss Romanoff’s and Mr Barton’s trust is very hard earned.” Vision placated the people in the room considerably.

Scott Lang decided to add to the discussion. “Wanda had a point. We know nothing about this person.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed on the wall you were leaning on. “You know for a fact that I exist; that’s more than more people even dream.” 

The room turned silent as everybody stood up in some type of defensive pose apart from Clint and Natasha.

“FRIDAY why didn’t you inform me of a new visitor?”

The AI replied formally. “Forgive me sir, but I was unaware of the person’s presence. It seems my scans were unable to detect a new life form.” 

“Remind me to update you.” Tony said drily whilst tapping at a device in his hands. “How long have you been there?” 

“Fifteen minutes and counting.” 

You looked at every person individually only to notice that there was another in the shadows, yet they were on the other side of the room. Noticing that you had seen them, they took a step forward and you felt the wind get knocked out of your chest. It had been a while since you had seen the man in front of you and it had not been an easy meeting.

“Soldat.” It was one word and everybody looked ready to strike and both Natasha and Clint stood up, looking between you and the man.

“You haven’t changed at all.” His voice. Oh how you missed his voice.

“I could say the same about you. When was it last?”

“Beijing?”

“I suppose Tokyo doesn’t really count.”

“No. It doesn’t.” A small quirk of his lips appeared as he truly took in your appearance and the bags behind you.

“Buck? Who is this?” Steve looked between the two of you, lingering longer on you.

James saw you nod. “This is Shadow; she’s the best in the game alongside The Winter Soldier. We’ve met on numerous occasions, sometimes with conflicting interests, sometimes with common interests.” 

“Do you trust her?” 

James didn’t reply for a moment and you metaphorically held your breath. “I do as much as you can at our level.”

“I’m sorry but that is not much to go on.” Bruce Banner looked at everyone briefly as he looked out on the grounds.

“That may be so, Doctor, but I guarantee I am the best suited to help you out on this.” 

“And why is that?” Tony flopped back down on to the couch.

“The original Avengers such as yourself all had a ranking of Level Six, correct? Well, apart from Captain Rogers who was Level Seven.” You made eye contact with said people. “I was Level Twelve TASA certified. There are only three people who have made it that far. Two are in this room and the other is dead.” 

“What is ‘TASA certified’? I have not heard of it.” Peter Parker, the youngest by far in the room, asked you nervously.

“Are you even allowed to be in here? You look like you’re two.”

“No I’m not! I’m a teenager.”

You rolled your eyes and looked at James. “Whatever. Just nobody feed that fucking thing after midnight.” 

Peter looked like a deer caught in the headlights and tried to stutter a reply.

“Relax kid; I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that kind of thing?” You trailed off suggestively and smirked at the stuttering mess the teen was. “TASA is a badge that can only be earned at Level Ten intelligence or higher. It’s an acronym that stands for Tracker, Assassin, Spy, Agent.”

“So you’re a female version of Frosty?” Sam Wilson clarified, from where his arms were crossed over his chest.

“To a degree.” You acknowledged.

“Which means if you turn on us there’s no hope.” Scott looked torn between amusement and annoyance.

“I won’t turn on you. I’m here by choice, not obligation.”

“That’s reassuring.” Somebody muttered and you rolled your eyes.

“Fine. Maybe this will help reassure you.” You moved over to the breakfast bar of the kitchen and cleared the space so that they could see. “Look and pay attention.”- You pulled off the first item -“Twenty seven inch Katana. Two matching throwing knives. Twelve piece knife set. Glock 19. Two smoke bombs. Single grenade. Zip ties. Handcuffs. Grippy fingerless gloves. Milkor mgl rounds. Glock 17. Blade embedded shoes. Spare ammunition. Lock-picks. Electrocution rings. Tactical belt. Facial armour. Bullet proof bodice.” 

Having taken all of that off, you almost felt naked in an odd kind of way, all the people in the room staring at you.

“That’s a lot of kit.” Sam said from his position next to Steve.

This time Natasha answered for you. “The higher you get the more kit you might need.” 

“Anyways, Natasha. Clint.” You finally greeted the people who asked you to come.

“Nice to see you.” Clint replied and Natasha smiled in agreement.

You felt a probing in your head and made eye contact with the responsible party. “If you want to know something, Wanda, just ask instead of stealing the information.”

“We know nothing about you other than that your code name is Shadow and that you are skilled like Bucky. What’s your real name?”

“My real name?” You smirked lightly. “My real name is Y/N L/N, but please, call me Y/N.”

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this past week I began to draw my “Chibi Karl Urban” Series
is a series of 10 of my favorite Karl’s characters
I’ll try to post 1 per day =)
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William Cooper - RED
Bones (Leonard McCoy) - Star Trek
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Kennex (John) - Almost Human
Kirill - Bourne Supremacy
Reaper (John Grimm) - Doom
Vaako - Chronicles of Riddick

Undercover Love  ~Chapter 2~

Originally posted by celinet7

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Contains: Agent!Jungkook, Agent!reader, vulgar language, angst, smut(eventually), fluff, violence, death.  

Word count: 3461

Summary: Living as a top level secret agent can sometimes feel lonely and empty, but not when you have a fellow agent who constantly competes with you. Although he’s from another agency you’re both the best at what you do…hate each other. Both always sent on the same mission where you just can’t help but turn it into a competition. In order to have more chances at beating you, Jungkook sets out on his own mission to uncover your weaknesses, to spy on you. You very much hate him and he hates you…but that’s just what the both of you thought.

In one hand you had a cup of coffee, and in the other you had your duffel bag swung over your shoulder. Last night was very…eventful, you still hadn’t found out how Jungkook had discovered your address, but you were about to soon. Namjoon was a professional hacker and so you had a splendid idea on how to get your revenge.

You barged into the building like you owned it, it was a normal thing you did once you became the top agent. Who could complain though? You only did it as a joke.

“Agent Y/N! Good morning!” Taehyung greeted you, he was the second best agent at the company. The two of you had had a thing going on a few years ago, but it was nothing serious. Just a few nights together…that’s all.

You raised your hand as a greeting and went to Namjoon’s office which was on the fifth floor. Your agency’s building is actually quite big. It has a total of nine floors, a garage with five floors and a food court on the third floor. The interior of the building has a white, modern design, with windows as the outer walls.

You walked into Namjoon’s office and once again dropped your duffel bag onto a chair. This time Namjoon was sitting at his desk, busy typing things onto his computer. He was so concentrated on it that he didn’t even notice you walk in.

You cleared your throat to get his attention, then he finally looked up with his large black glasses propped on his nose, “Oh hey, didn’t see you there.” You handed him the coffee that you had bought on your way, then proceeded to sit down in the single couch in the corner.

“Thank you, I really needed this.” Namjoon took a sip of the coffee and winced a little at the bitter taste.

“Perfect, just the way I like it.”  He plopped the cup down onto a coaster and rolled his seat to face you.

“Joonie, I need a favor, please.” You knew that he had a soft spot for you, but by using his nickname you made the spot even softer. He covered his face with his large hands and sighed.

“What is it this time?” he said with a muffled voice since his hands were covering his entire face.

“Well… You see…Jungkook was at my place last night-” You were about to explain everything to him when an alarm went off. Now this wasn’t just any alarm, you’ve heard it many times before.

You and Namjoon rushed over to the announcement hall, the standard procedure for all agents and computer information specialists, or as you liked to call them, hacker pros.

All the agents from your floor were in the hall, everyone was prepared for the worst. As agents you have to think of the worst case scenario, and not the best, with this method you’d hardly get surprised or be unprepared, which is an important part of being a secret agent. A large monitor at the front of the room turned on and the room went dead silent.

The face of a retired top agent, now head of the agency was displayed on the screen, “Fellow agents. We have just received news that our ally, the United States, has uncovered information about a new terrorist group threatening to create completely new weapons that could possibly, as we all know it, not only endanger the U.S, but also lead to world devastation.” You couldn’t help but feel excited, this meant that they would be sending only the best of the best on this mission. It’s not that you were stuck up or anything, but you knew that you were referred to as the ‘most experienced’ in the company.

“Due to the dangers of this situation, we will be sending only the most qualified from our agency. They will be heading undercover to retrieve the blueprints of the weapons from the base of the terrorists that are currently said to be located in Hong Kong.” On the screen the man was handed a sheet of paper that he slowly scanned through, the tension in the room increasing by every second.

“The agents to be assigned to this mission are, Agent 033, Y/F/N, and Agent 095, Kim Taehyung. They will be leaving in approximately one hour, you know where to go to be prepared for this. Good luck.” You weren’t very surprised when your name was called, but when Taehyung’s name was called you felt yourself stiffen a little. You decided to not let anything get in your way during the job, get it done and leave, that was the plan.

The screen went black and everyone headed back to their stations, just because they weren’t sent on the main mission, didn’t mean they had no part in it.

You headed to the main gear room, Taehyung was already there putting on a bulletproof vest. Namjoon came over to you and handed you a file with all the information. You skimmed through it, noting the important points. Once you were done you looked up to find Taehyung standing in front of you, you returned the files to Namjoon and walked over to where the guns were laid out. Taehyung followed behind, your hand hovered over the guns, determining which would be the most suitable to carry in your belt, you chose a plain pistol and stuffed it in your gun holder.

“We should get going.” You said while turning to Taehyung, you lifted your skin tight skirt up to place a knife in your leg strap. You could feel Taehyung gaping, since your leg was practically on display with what resembled a choker on it, making the sight a whole lot drool worthy, “Don’t you know staring is rude?” you gave him a smug look and sashayed out of the room.

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“M-72 I repeat M-72 is ready for landing. Over.” You heard the pilot speaking to the control tower. You grabbed a parachute and threw it to Taehyung, then you went to the cockpit, “Excuse me, that won’t be necessary.” You grabbed one more parachute and strapped it on, you took a deep breath and moved over to the sealed door.

You unsealed the plane’s door and a gust of wind blew through. Things flew all over the room, “Time to go Taehyung.” You put on a pair of goggles, and then… you jumped. Your arms and legs were glued together as you maneuvered yourself to where you planned on landing. Taehyung wasn’t too far behind, he followed your lead with his hands and legs tightly pressed to his body.

As you got closer to the ground, you stretched out your hand and gave a signal of a thumbs up, telling Taehyung to release his parachute. Once you heard his release, you pulled on your strap and released yours as well.

You scanned the terrain with eyes as though of an eagle watching it’s prey. It was quite dark but you were still able to spot an empty plot of land between all the trees. Your watch suddenly started to beep, you looked at it and realized that Namjoon had put some sort of tracking device on it. You didn’t know what it was tracking but it also informed you on the terrorist base being nearby.

The landing was smooth, and you proceeded to unbuckle the parachute.

“The base should be North-West from here.” Taehyung said coming up to you. Nodding at him you both set out.

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“Y/N! Do you have the blueprints yet!?” Taehyung dodged another blow that was aimed to his face, he brought out his gun and cuffed the man on his head then kicked him making him stumble over and lose consciousness. He turned to the right where there were two other men running into the room and fired his gun. With one shot to the head the first man was down, he fired again and the second man collapsed.

“I’ve almost got it!” The blueprints were still being downloaded onto the flash drive that you had plugged into the terrorist’s computer. The plan was to retrieve the blueprints and destroy the source of them.

32 seconds remaining

“Come on, any time now…”

A man came out from around the corner and started firing at you, you ducked behind the desk. You looked from the side at what position he was in, then you slid to the right and fired at him. He didn’t expect your move and so he was shot in the stomach and then in the head.

You rushed back over to the computer and it said the download was complete. You unplugged the flash drive and then you had to somehow destroy the computer.

You pondered on how Namjoon would do it, probably erase the memory or something. There were reasons why you were unable to do that. With one, you weren’t a hacker pro and two, there was no time for that!

So… you did what Y/N would do, you shot it, not once, not twice. You shot the computer’s monitor then you shot the CPU, the mother board, you made sure you shot everything. And with that you were out of there, “It’s done! Let’s get out of here!” you and Taehyung ran out of the base. You stole one of their military vans and drove off.

Once you were far enough from the base and were sure you weren’t being followed, you stopped the van and got out. The next step was to get to town, from there you would go to a hotel already reserved by the agency, and the next day you would take a plane back to Korea.

The two of you were now on the outskirts of Hong Kong and decided to hail a taxi.

“Y/N, you’re hurt…” Taehyung rushed over to you when he noticed a cut on your thigh. You hadn’t even felt it, there was too much going on for you to notice that some bastard back there had successfully gotten a hit on you. You were slightly limping as you walked towards the taxi,

“I’m fine.” you waved him off. Taehyung held onto your hand as he helped you get into the taxi. He then told the taxi driver the hotel where you were headed to. Taehyung tore the sleeve of his shirt off and tied it round your cut. His hand then lingered on your thigh as you two made eye contact.

“I’ll make sure to get someone take a look at that once we get to the hotel.” he moved his hand up to your cheek and his thumb rubbed it gently, “You should really be more careful Y/N.” he smiled.

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“There you go.” The nurse said as she tied a bandage round your leg. You thanked her as you pulled up your pants and headed out the small clinic. You were glad that the hotel had it’s own clinic because you weren’t planning on going to a hospital just because of a cut you could’ve stitched up yourself.

You entered the elevator to head up to your hotel room, just as the elevator’s doors were about to close, a hand had blocked them. As the doors slowly opened, you moved to the side and a tall guy walked in, you couldn’t see his face because he didn’t turn towards you.

“What floor?” You asked while you stood over by the elevator buttons,

“Fifth.” his voice was awfully familiar, and then it clicked.

“Jungkook!? Why the fuck are you here?!” you turned towards him, you weren’t exactly upset but you were so convinced that he was following you now.

“I’m here on a mission, just like you.” grinning he folded his arms over his chest and licked his lips. He was wearing a black suite and you bit your lip and turned around, you felt your legs go weak.

“How’d your mission go?” The elevator passed the second floor and you could feel him move closer to you. Oh how much you wished Taehyung was there with you right now, if he was, Jungkook wouldn’t be talking to you, at least that’s what you thought.

“It went great, actually. What about yours?” you turned towards him and gave him a knowing grin.

“It went better than your last relationship, that’s for sure.” with those words you felt a sudden stab in your chest, you saw the memories starting to come back to you. The memories you had tried so hard to forget, the memories that would haunt you every night once you closed your eyes.

You held onto your head with both your hands, you could feel them shaking. Why had those words triggered you so much? The incident had happened years ago, yet the words were still able to hurt you.

You didn’t even notice when you had dropped to the ground and began to cry. You didn’t care if Jungkook was there watching you break down, you didn’t care…you didn’t care anymore.

Jungkook wasn’t able to understand why you suddenly broke down. He wanted to put you off by mentioning your relationship, but he didn’t know you would take it this seriously. He suddenly began to regret ever saying that.

'Maybe I took it too far.’

He crouched down and tried to calm you down by rubbing your back, but you screamed at him “Don’t touch me!” your eyes were full of tears as you began to hit him with the little energy you had left.

Jungkook was very confused, he didn’t stop you from hitting him, since the hits were weak and feeble. They barely hurt him, “Y/N I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” he hadn’t planned on breaking you, he just wanted to slow you down, so he could finally have a chance at beating you.

You stopped hitting him after you heard him apologize, you didn’t understand how he could possibly know about your relationship.

He wiped your tears, “I’m really sorry, I-I shouldn’t have said anything.” he held onto your hands that were tiny compared to his. You finally looked up at him, this time you actually took your time to notice his features.

He had large, round eyes, with a very cute nose. You noticed he had a scar on his left cheek, 'Probably from a fight or something’. His mouth looked so soft and kissable, you couldn’t help yourself from staring. He looked deep into your eyes that were filled with hurt, the two of you just sat there gazing at each other till the elevator stopped on the fifth floor. This was the first time you forgot about hating him.

You cleared your throat and got up while dusting your pants. You left him and headed for your room, but this time you did turn back. When you did, Jungkook was rushing after you, he held onto your hand, you tried to squeeze out of his grip but you were too weak.

“You didn’t tell me if you’ve forgiven me yet.” he said while moving his face closer to yours. You looked down at your feet, their tips touching with Jungkook’s.

“It doesn’t matter.” you said. You felt his free hand move down to your waist, gently pulling you closer, your chests were now pressed against each other.

“It matters to me.” he placed his hand on your chin, making you face him.

“This is very unprofessional..” You put your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away from you but he only gripped you tighter.

“Y/N please say you forgive me…or do I have to force it out of you?” he cocked his head to the side and looked deep into your eyes.

Without a warning he brushed his lips against yours and that’s when you knew what was coming your way. You pushed him away, you stood there contemplating if what just happened was even appropriate, there was no doubt that after months of meeting him on missions he was no longer a stranger to you. His lips felt so soft against yours and half of you regretted pushing him away.

“I’m sorry, I should go..” he said as he rubbed his forehead and proceeded to walk past you. You’ve known this man for ten months, spoken to him only on a couple of occasions, although he seemed cocky, you knew he had a soft heart.

“Wait.” you called out to him, you didn’t want this feud between the two of you to go on forever,

“I forgive you.” you tucked a hair behind your ear as you looked up at him, you gave him the warmest smile you could handle at the moment.

At that instant, Jungkook had realized his true feelings towards you. Jungkook wanted to protect you, he wanted to hold you in his arms as you fell asleep. He wanted your face to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up in the morning. He wanted to have you, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t have you because he had hurt you, he had to fix this. He had to fix this before he looses you to someone else, and he would hate himself if he lost you.

Your phone began to ring before Jungkook could say anything, you checked the caller ID, it was Taehyung calling you.

“I have to go.” you said as you walked away from Jungkook,

“We’ll see each other soon again, right?”

You nodded towards him as you walked over to the room that you shared with Taehyung. You knocked on the door, Taehyung opened it almost immediately, once he saw you he pulled you inside.

“Y/N I was so worried about you.” he cupped your face inspecting it as if you had just risen from the dead.

“I’m completely fine. Chill a little.” You said waving him off, “I’m going to take a shower.” You kicked off your shoes, and grabbed the robe that was laid out on your bed.

“Can I join you?” Taehyung asked you with a smirk.

You and Taehyung used to be fuck buddies, it’s a long story to begin with, but yes, it actually happened, so you weren’t surprised when he asked you that question. You had ended it with him a long time ago for a reason.

“Please don’t?” You gave him a dark look. You turned your back on him as you took of your shirt on your way into the bathroom. You could feel Taehyung’s eyes on your back as you shut the bathroom door.

You were obsessed with James Bond, and you knew that normally, after a successful mission he would always end up having sex with some pretty lady. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t plan on sleeping with Taehyung anytime soon.

As you got into the shower you thought back on how you felt when Jungkook was holding you so close. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach returning as you remembered the way your lips brushed against each other, as if they were meant for each other. He made your insides feel warm, a feeling you hadn’t felt in a very long time.

'Am I developing feelings for him?’ You shook your head at the thought.

'That’s just crazy talk, why would I even like him?’

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You walked out of the bathroom with your robe on, Taehyung was already sleeping as you walked over to your bed. Just as you were about to lay down, you heard a light knock on the door.

Surprised, you went over to check who it was. You opened the door to Jungkook, standing with a dozen of roses. You weren’t sure how to react or what to respond with.

“Uh-Uhm…what are these for?”

“I still felt bad for earlier, so I decided to bring you these.” He held out the roses with both his hands.

Hesitantly, you took them from his grip, still perplexed, you gave him a confused look.

“Y/N I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time.” He suddenly pulled you to him. With the unexpected action, you had dropped the roses. Jungkook cupped your face as he looked deep into your eyes. Your hands were on his chest, you could feel his quick heartbeat under the palm of your hands.

There was something very off about him though. In all your years of being an agent, you could tell that Jungkook wasn’t in his normal state of mind.

Jungkook suddenly slumped over you. You could barely hold him up, his weight was crushing you under him. You saw the roses on the ground, still struggling to hold him up. There was a note among them.

“J-Jungkook?!”

I want to write an action movie about some older retired government agent who’s married and settled down. He’s started to let his guard down. And that’s when the past comes back to haunt him.

They come for him while he’s home alone and he’s resisting their interrogation techniques, refusing to betray whatever or whoever they’re after. Except then his teenage daughter comes home early.

And the baddies send one of their henchmen out there to deal with her. And RetiredActionDad is all “Don’t you touch her! I’ll kill you! Rar!” But the baddies just laugh.

Except they realize, after a little while has passed, that the one guy never came back from dealing with the daughter.

And then go outside and find the missing baddie floating face down in the pool.

The rest of the movie is the teenage girl calling in favors and running around following the baddies to save her RetiredActionDad.

So Taken, but in reverse.

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Sherlock AU Part 1: Sherlock and Mary, the adventures begin! 

Synopsis:

Mary Morstan meets Sherlock Holmes outside a restaurant where a client didn’t exactly like the outcome of his case. Mary witnesses this client punch Sherlock and she tries to diffuse the situation. The client calls mary a bitch and for her to stay out of it and she punches the client out. She takes a tissue from her purse and hands it to a shocked Sherlock, because he’s never had somebody come to his aid before. He thanks her and quickly deduces her and says she handles herself well, would she like to solve crimes with him. Mary, who is currently a nurse, is amused by this proposal and missing the danger from her previous life as a super agent with a terrifying skillset replies, oh yes and ends her retirement as her fiance, Dr. John Watson watches from a distance. 

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Conspiracy of Silence

A documentary listed for viewing was to be aired on the Discovery Channel, on May 3, 1994. This documentary exposed a network of religious leaders and Washington politicians who flew children to Washington D.C. for sex orgies.

Many children suffered the indignity of wearing nothing but their underwear and a number displayed on a piece of cardboard hanging from their necks when being auctioned off to foreigners in Las Vegas, Nevada and Toronto, Canada.
At the last minute before airing, unknown congressmen threatened the TV Cable industry with restrictive legislation if this documentary was aired. Almost immediately, the rights to the documentary were purchased by unknown persons who had ordered all copies destroyed.
A copy of this videotape was furnished anonymously to former Nebraska state senator and attorney John De Camp who made it available to retired FBI Agent Ted L. Gunderson. While the video quality is not top grade, this tape is a blockbuster in what is revealed by the participants involved.

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Something Worth Fighting For- 7

Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice. Third installment of the Worth Fighting For Series

Words: ~750

Warnings: Language, as always. Mentions of death.

Masterlist  Part 6

Originally posted by mithborien

December 17, 1991.

“I thought you were retired, Agent Barnes.”

You grinned, leaning back in the office chair, propping your feet up on the desk. “You know me, Pegs. Civilian life just isn’t exciting anymore.”

Peggy tilted her chin up, looking carefully at you from her place on the other side of the desk. Wordlessly, she brushed your feet off the desk, a playful glare on her face. You rolled your eyes, smiling.

“Tell me,” she said, leaning her elbows on the desk, hands folded under her chin. “What alias will you be using this time?”

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Wonder Woman

Prompt: You’re sat on your motorcycle in the middle of a traffic jam when Spencer is chasing an unsub too far away and he asks you to help catch him

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Relationship: Spencer x Reader

As you sat in the long traffic jam, knowing you could go past but not wanting to risk being hit by anyone opening their doors you just wait.

“I’m gonna be late for wooorrrkkkk.” You singsong to yourself as you take off your helmet to stop yourself sweating in the blazing heat. As time goes by the line seems to not move whatsoever so you take out your phone and start scrolling. As you’re idly scrolling down Facebook you hear a sound like a gun shot and instantly duck out of instinct. You look up and around for what made the noise and you see a man running away, blood flowing from his arm. He jumps on the back of a bike which is accompanied by another man, probably a get-away plan, and it speeds off. Another man, a handsome one, runs out wearing an FBI vest runs out. He already looks slightly tired and the bike is too far for him to run. Kicking the bike into gear you speed through the stopped cars towards the agent and skid to a stop.

“Hop on.” You say smiling at him. He looks shocked at first but then agrees. As he gets on the bike you give him your helmet as you only carry one. He looks guilty for taking it at first but then agrees seeing how far away the man is. As the bike lurches forward, the agent nearly falls off, and, making a grab for your waist, he accidentally grabs your boobs making him instantly retract his hand and you feel yourself start to blush.

“I’m sorry!” He yells through the helmet and over the sound of cars going past us at 60 mph. You shake your head, laughing not only at his awkwardness but also politeness to actually apologise. Not that you minded that much. As you weave through the different cars, the force of the wind starts to get a bit annoying you, maybe also as revenge, you push into the agent and lean further down and you already feeling his growing excitement at your actions.

Inside the helmet Spencer blushes at this kickass, not to mention gorgeous, woman grinding down against him trying to chase the unsub. ‘Well,’ Spencer thought to himself, ‘Women are better at multitasking than men.’ His clouded mind proving his point as he hoped the chase could last awhile longer, although he doesn’t want the unsub to get away.

When they get to end of the traffic jam, the unsubs bike makes a break for the empty motorway as you turn your handles, instantly to follow. As you speed through the now normal trafficked, street you notice a black van catching up by the side of you. The window rolls down and you see more FBI agents talking on the phone and one looking at the agent behind you.

“Spencer what the hell are you doing?” The blonde agent yells almost scared. Spencer, cute name. Spencer then takes his helmet off to talk to the agent easier.

“JJ! I almost got him, he’s bleeding.” He yells to the agent then turns to you to whisper in your ear. “Can this thing go any faster?” His whispering makes you shiver, which causes him to squeeze your waist slightly as you yell in reply.

“Hold on agent.” You say kicking up the gear and speeding off leaving the black rover behind you while all the agents look shocked at how much control you have of the bike at your speed.

“Actually, it’s Doctor.” Spencer whispers once again making you shiver as you bite your lip with anticipation and concentration. You reach 80 and continue to climb as you start to increasingly gain on the man and you see that now you’re on the motorway there’s almost no cars. You notice a gap and you quickly skid to the side of the motorway, confusing Spencer.

“Get off, quick.” You say grabbing your helmet. Spencer looks at you with wide eyes.

“What wh-.”

“Trust me, Doctor.” You say kicking the stand-off after he’s gotten off, to speed away and catching up to the man. You go faster than when Spencer was on your back. Speeding at 110 through the motorway you start to slow to 80 when in vicinity of the man. You hear someone yelling and you can tell it’s Spencer, probably in the black rover.

“Be careful!” He yells so you can just hear him. As you’re still chasing the man you hear crackling in your ear piece.

“Hello, my beautiful mystery girl I’m Penelope Garcia!” She yells happily as you can hear her tapping on a computer. Tech analyst.

“Well Miss Penelope. I’m Y/N L/N. Can you tell me when’s the closest, no traffic at all, spot?” You say normally knowing she can hear you fine when you’ve got the helmet on.

“Y/N L/N? The retired CIA black ops agent?” You can hear the confusion in her voice as she both gets up your profile and the route you’re heading.

“I am black ops. Any idea?” You say meaning about the opening in the traffic that she was just mentioning.

“3 minutes away with your speed, why?” She asks confused and almost scared.

“I’m black ops. Thanks for your help Penny. You’re like my lucky penny for this.” You say almost worried at doing this at this speed. It’s easy at 50-60 mph but 80 is a different story.

“Well you’re welcome Wonder Woman.” She says trying to sound happy but being terrified. She hangs up and you see the gap in the traffic you see she was mentioning. As you just reach the opening you place yourself directly behind the man before revving your engine making it reach 90+ and you jump off to the side skidding and sliding along the road. You stand up, even though your arm and leg has been scraped along the floor you stand up and start to run, you see your bike collide with the guys and they’re both knocked off and the bikes collide blowing up at the wall of the motorway. You grab one of the guys, the bleeding one, the other one trying to run before being held at gun point as the black rover pulls up. 5 agents pour out of the car all with guns drawn at the guys. You take this as a cue to be able to sit down.

“FBI!” The blonde woman from earlier yelled. Spencer sees you and runs up to you trying to see what’s wrong. He takes your jacket off and sees bad road rash on your arm.

“So… Ex-Black Ops aye?” Spencer says trying to make a joke.

“So… Doctor FBI aye?” You say laughing copying him. “Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.” You see smiling at him.

“Doctor Spencer Reid.” He says holding your jacket and standing up. “C’mon Wonder Woman let’s get you to a hospital.” He says smirking.

“I’ve had worse.” You laugh through gritted teeth. The adrenaline has worn off and it now stings, badly.

“So, have I.” Spencer laughs opening the car door. Okay his laugh is cute as hell.


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