#kingman imagine

[femalekingsman]

Watch out for people on Instagram posing as Taron. As entertaining as it was to have this conversation with a fake you need to be aware of the fakes out there. This is the page thay reached out to me to "thank me for being a fan". Nothing bad happened but I don't want anyone to get their hoped up when a fake reaches out.

[roe-and-memory]

at some point, when he runs out of projects to work on and things to fix, lightning mcqueen takes on the brilliant idea of getting a late model car. what better is there to do in the middle of the week than get out racing — again.

he runs races in kingman at the local track, towing his car on a trailer behind his good ol’ 75’ chevy k10.

its familiar for him. he used to race these cars, he used to race against young drivers and old drivers alike — sometimes, he even got a chance to race against real cup drivers. those were the coolest days of his life at the time.

he recalls the victories and the championships he won in his years as a super late model racer, the only childhood pictures he has being the ones from when he was 15-17 that hang on the wall of macks truck with such intense pride. the idea brings him nostalgia, and the very real realization that he can afford to build a new one — his old one sitting comfortably in the rusteze racing museum — and, since hes done working on his truck, he has all the time in the off season to waste.

his first order of business is a chat with rusty and dusty to work out a sponsor deal.

rusty and dusty are excited at the idea, but being a primary sponsor IS expensive.. so, they tell him that they’d be willing to partner with tex to work out some sort of team and dual primary situation. they KNOW tex has always wanted to sponsor lightning, so why cant he do it now on his lower league car?

tex is delighted by this idea. he gives lightning funds to build the car, as well as works with rusteze to make a middle ground, hot paint scheme that’ll ignite the track and catch everyones eye.

once he has all the materials, his second order of business is putting everything together.

having been his own mechanic for quite a while before his radiator springs racing team came in, he knows the inside and outside of his car like the back of his hand. with minimal instructions, hes got the chassis and frame together in less than a week.

he never told doc about any of this — so imagine the mans surprise when he steps into his garage one morning, lightning is still asleep inside, and he finds the skeleton of a brand new racecar propped up on a bunch of cinder blocks.

he interrogates lightning, finally getting a confession of ‘oh, right…. uhhh wanna be my crew chief in a second series now?’, and he agrees. he helps lightning build the car too, happy father-son bonding time as they discuss what this kind of racing would look like as doc isnt too familiar. when theyre done, ramone paints her, and she’s ready to be entered in a race.

tex essentially covered the entire cost of the car itself, all lightning has to do is pay the small fee of entering it into the local track and everything is settled..

these races turn into a sort of therapy for him. he can race without all the big crowds, and he can have more personal connections with fans this way. it brings the track in kingman more publicity.

lightning is LOVED by the owners of the track. he decides it’d be in his best interest to do autograph signings and fan days there, bringing the track more publicity and more funding — cause all money from these events goes right to them.

aside from that, lightning also cant find it fair for him, a cup driver, to be racing against younger people and teams that arent as wealthy.. each win he gets there results in donation of the money.

sometimes he gives the money to second or third place finishers/their team, depending on who wants it. other times, he donates the winnings to the 50/50 raffle right before its called and he ups the pool — hell, sometimes he’ll just straight up donate the money to a local charity or school. on some random and perhaps slightly rare occasions he gives the money back to the track. its nothing against them, obviously, but he donates a ton already and he thinks other people should get chances — and they completely understand.

the only thing he would ever keep from these wins are his trophies, and even if he doesnt run ever race or he doesnt win every race, being able to get trophies reminiscent of those from his beginnings in the sport brings a smile to his face.

but… imagine one race he just gets Walled. it’s bad. his car is fucked and suddenly the world is spinning — as his car rolls down onto the apron of the track and the caution lights come on, he makes a poor attempt at crawling out of the car. its ends up with him half-sprawled across the pavement trying to remove his helmet and firesuit, racecars going by at a still high speed just meters away from his head.

it sucks, its stupid — the impact broke a bone in his knee and hip that he’d already experiences issues with from a past crash from a similar situation.. he doesnt wanna admit hes hurt, so, he avoids as much contact with medical services and doc, and just insists he’ll walk off the godawful limp hes fighting with — the one sending shudders and tremors through his whole body with each new step he takes — and he wants to fix his car.

this secrecy cant last long, obviously.. i cant imagine what a piston cup race would do to him that same weekend.

[fakescenarios-tohelpyousleep]

shoot me| eggsy unwin

Authors Note| I haven’t actually seen the Kingsman movies in a hot minute so some details are gonna be off, but I imagine this taking place in the 2nd movie

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summary| when you and eggsy get captured on a mission, he is told to shoot you.

It’s moment such as this when the rule against Kingman agent dating makes sense. Especially if both parties in the relationship are agents. It made it too easy to target agents, especially since it was an old trainee leading to your downfall.

Charlie Hesketh. Once a possible Kingsman agent, back when Eggsy was in the running that is, now an enemy who has captured the both of you on Poppy’s island. 

You and Eggsy, a forbidden romance really. You had already been a Kingsman agent for a few years when Eggsy came along. You weren’t exactly an active agent, more along the lines of what Merlin did, however since Eggsy joined you found yourself in the field a lot more often. 

It was truly an unlikely romance. A true shock when it was revealed. Eggsy was cocky, you were the opposite. Quiet, but you knew what you were capable of, he liked that about you.

Charlie had captured you and Eggsy and in a very roman way, he pitted the two of you against each other. Only one of you was getting out of this thing alive. He wanted you two to fight to the death. It was ‘equal’ as he put it, giving each of you a gun with a single bullet. You were surrounded by many men with machine guns, you were trapped. Who ever lost would be shot by the winner, either way it was a lover killing their lover and Charlie loved it. 

It was obvious who was going to win. Either of you would simply pull the trigger, which Charlie had made it clear that it had to be a killshot, you would have to physically battle. Eggsy was much stronger than you and you both knew that.

Eggsy had tried to lose, he even dropped his gun. He would rather himself die. However, you were smaller than him and could move yourself in a way that got Eggsy on top of you. Forcing your gun into his hand, barrel against your forehead. 

Eggsy was crying, sobbing even. His vision was blurry as his hand shook holding the gun. You were also crying underneath him, holding the barrel of the gun so he couldn’t move it. He refused to put his finger on the trigger. 

“Eggsy.” You whimper softly in some attempt to calm him down, but it only made him cry harder. 

“Eggsy, it’s okay. It’s okay” He continued to sob above you, eyes closed, hating the sight of that damn gun against your head. 

“Eggsy, shoot me. It’s okay. It’s part of the job.” 

It’s part of the job. A statement that you both agreed on, no matter what, if it was part of the job... that came first, the job always came first. In that moment Eggsy couldn’t help but flinch at the statement, how could he be so stupid to promise that. 

You removed your hand from the gun to place it on Eggsy’s face as your other hand was intertwined tightly with Eggsy’s 

“I love you, now shoot me.” 

Within seconds Eggsy was sat up with the gun against his own head, closing his eyes tightly. 

“Eggsy, No!” 

A gunshot rang out and you scream as Eggsy’s body came crashing down on top of you. You sob through a scream for a few seconds before hearing Harry’s voice along with gunshots. That’s when you heard the breathing and sobbing of Eggsy in your ear. 

“Y/N, it’s okay. I’m okay. I love you.” 

[skiplo-wave]

Okay if Fujimoto reference old boy

Imagine when he does a reference to kingmans church fight scene…

Denji, Asa, somebody vs chainsaw church cult

[girl4music]

BUFFY REWATCH - S06E22 - Grave

*At World’s End, Kingman’s Bluff. The end of arguably the best character arc in the entire Buffyverse*

XANDER: 

"Hey, black-eyed girl… What'cha doing?"

WILLOW:

"Get out of here.”

XANDER:

"Oh no… You're not the only one with powers, you know. You may be a hopped up uber-witch, but this carpenter can dry-wall you into the next century."

WILLOW:

"I'm not joking, Xander. Get out of my way now. You can't stop this.”

XANDER:

"Yeah, I get that. It's just where else am I gonna go? You've been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end… where else would I want to be?"

WILLOW:

"Is this the master plan? You're gonna stop me by telling me you love me?"

XANDER:

"Well, I was going to walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but, eh, it seemed kind of cartoon-y."

WILLOW:

"Still making jokes."

XANDER:

"I'm not joking. I know you're in pain. I can't imagine the pain you're in. And I know you're about to do something apocalyptically evil and stupid and hey, still wanna hang. You're Willow."

WILLOW:

"Don't call me that!"

XANDER:

"The first day of kindergarten. You cried because you broke the yellow crayon, and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You've come pretty far, ending the world, not a terrific notion. But the thing is... Yeah. I love you. I loved crayon-breaky Willow and I love scary veiny Willow. So if I'm going out, it's here. If you wanna kill the world, well, then start with me. I've earned that."

WILLOW:

"You think I won't?"

XANDER:

"It doesn't matter. I'll still love you."

WILLOW: 

*Cuts him across the face with her powers*

"Shut up!"

XANDER: 

*Feels the wound with his hand*

“I love you.

*Willow strikes him across the chest with her powers. Xander doubles over in physical pain, stands straight again*

I… love..."

WILLOW: 

*Powers waning, tries to zap him*

"Shut up!"

XANDER: 

*Walks towards her*

"I love you, Willow." 

WILLOW: 

*Powers failing, tries to zap him one last time, gives up*

"Stop…"

XANDER: 

*Keeps walking forwards, stands right in front of her*

"I love you..."

WILLOW: 

*Starts crying, results to physically hitting him, falls into his arms*

"Stop!"

XANDER: 

*Gets down to her level, holds her to him while she cries*

"I love you."

Dark Willow may have been evil but she told the truth. Dawn was annoying with her whining. Buffy was suicidal with her depression. Giles was irrelevant and useless without the Slayer. Xander was making jokes so everybody couldn’t see he was just a scared little boy (okay, that one was Anya but you know Willow agreed with her). The only thing Dark Willow was wrong about was what she said about Willow. Willow is not a loser. But then she wouldn’t have ever expressed the insecurities she felt about herself until she was ready to end it all. Because at that point keeping up pretences was pointless. And she didn’t care to perform anymore. It didn’t matter what she thought/felt about herself or anyone else when she was going to end the world. That’s why so much harsh truth spilled out of her mouth. Why bother saving face when she was done? Willow’s words stung not just because they were filled with so much venom. But also because they were the truth. And you see I keep switching from using the nouns ‘Dark Willow’ to ‘Willow’ and back again. Interchanging them. Because there’s no damn difference. Dark Willow is simply just Willow at her lowest and darkest point. And were she not also riddled with repressed sadism, Willow would have only taken herself out of the picture and not also everyone else with her. Because the hatred she had for herself was also the hatred she had for the world. That’s what deep-seated hatred does to you. Drops all distinction of the difference. And what people don’t realize about this phase of Willow’s evolution is that she hates herself just as much as she hates Warren, Jonathan and Andrew. And she’s projecting. She’s always projecting. That’s why the moment when she takes Giles’ borrowed power she suddenly feels everything from the world. All the pain, trauma, despair, grief, darkness. All of it. And thus she proceeds to euthanise the world along with herself. To her it’s a kind mercy because she is so far gone mentally and emotionally, she can’t differentiate. There’s no distinction between what she thinks about/feels for herself and what she thinks about/feels for the world. It’s all one in the sameness to her because her perception of self always was whatever other perceived of her. And so if she hates herself and wants to die, then she hates the world and wants it to die too.

I have gone into huge debate with myself on the subject of Dark Willow’s emergence and the scenario of what would have happened if Xander was shot and killed instead. Whether that would have triggered Dark Willow to emerge at all. I will express my mental waverings with this in this recap. I really don’t think Willow losing anyone other than Tara in this specific story arc would have her go on the warpath. Not because she doesn’t love Xander or the others... but because Tara is just such a calming presence for Willow that I believe she’d be able to prevent her going dark. Stop the vengeance streak altogether. That does not mean to say that I believe Dark Willow couldn’t emerge in other ways (I will explain what I mean by this later in this recap) because I think she could. Lord knows it’d be losing Xander she’d have the hardest time with not succumbing to the darkness after Tara. But with Tara there, I think it’s more likely she wouldn’t at all. Tara provides stability for Willow. She is her rock. And when that rock was removed… she fell through the cracks. Now it is not that Xander becomes her rock in replacement of Tara in this climatic scene. Rather what Xander does is remind her that while that rock may not be there anymore, Willow has the ability to steady herself because Tara initially taught her how. 

As Riley Finn Lesbian Productions on YouTube put it... It’s not so much about what Xander says that calms Willow down. It’s about the Tara that Willow hears in Xander’s words. The light and love that Willow thought had left shines through in her best friend. In that moment Xander is Tara. Just representing a small reflection of her personhood. And I don’t think it would have worked the other way around because the real person would be there instead but she wouldn’t be standing where Xander stands. She wouldn’t be at the brink of World’s End preventing Willow from destroying the world. The real person would have prevented the whole trip. There would have been no Dark Willow. And considering how much I love Dark Willow, I wouldn’t want the turnabout. Yes, I think Tara dying was awful and painful but I still wouldn’t have wanted it any other way because there would be no other way other than Tara dying. But she didn't specifically have to die that way because the whole problem I have with Tara dying isn't actually that she died. It’s the how, why, where, when and who. 

How: Stray bullet in the back.

Why: Reuniting with Willow.

Where: Their bedroom.  

When: Just after making love.

Who: A sexist piece of shit that didn't deserve the honour of taking Tara out nor triggering Dark Willow to emerge. 

The way they went about Tara’s death wasn’t just unnecessary,... but it was also extremely insulting. It was insulting to both lesbians and recovering addicts. 

Willow and Tara skipped the long important process of reconciling their differences and immediately jumped into bed, made love all night and seemingly all the next day. Then Tara just happens to be in the perfect place and time required to be accidentally shot by a pathetically incompetent excuse for a ‘man’ that fired several bullets that were each likely the size of his dick, the very last of which hitting an unintended target. Not possible. In fact, one would call it fate or karma if not rushed and thoughtless writing. And I've definitely ruled out the former. Tara’s death was not a price payed as a consequence of the resurrection spell or any of Willow’s other violations with spells. But I’ve resigned myself to considering that maybe it should have been. Maybe the way Tara should have died was through Willow’s destructive relationship with magic rather than the outcome of unpredictable and unforeseen circumstances. As a punishment rather than an accident. There was no rhyme or reason for Tara dying other than to push Willow’s character arc forward and therefore to be a plot device for the finale. And okay, that’s fine to me. If Tara had to die, so be it. But it didn't have to be like that. It did not have to be what is now well recognized and understood as the very harmful trope in LGBTQ art/entertainment as ‘bury your gays’. Whether it was intentional or not (both Alyson and Amber have gone on record to explain that it wasn’t) it feels like a homophobic message directed towards lesbians/WLW that watch this show. 

But it isn’t just a message directed towards queer people. It’s also directed towards people that have struggled with addiction and recovered from it. And that combined with what I’ve just written makes this even more horrific because what further message can be taken from it is that there is no way out but tragedy for the one struggling to make things right again for themselves and their loved ones. For the one actually doing well in their recovery from addiction.

There were better ways of going about achieving Dark Willow. And one of them I thought of was what if Tara had died in ‘Tabula Rasa’ instead and therefore had given us a challenging Big Bad that was born from black magic power corruption and insanity rather than anger and vengeance to work with for an entire second half of a season over just three episodes? Dark Willow was worth more than that and so was Tara Maclay. I’ll forever be bitter about it but I have to admit that the writers somewhat redeemed themselves for all the ugly that was THAT with the beauty that was THIS:

There was only one person other than Tara that could get to Willow. That could calm her down. That may not have been able to prevent Dark Willow from emerging in the first place, but was evidently able to make her go back to whatever psychological demon of hell dimension she came from. If you thought Glory was a challenging Big Bad, Dark Willow thoroughly devoid of any humanity, of Willow herself, would have been 10x worse and I believe she would have absolutely knocked Glorificus on her ass. 

[davekingmanaward]

Announcing the Dave Kingman Award for Hacking Excellence

The committee is proud to announce this new award for the fantasy baseball league Everythings Coming Up Milhouse. The award will be given annually, to the team with the highest total of Batter K+TB in the regular season. DKMVP status will be granted to the player on the winning team that made the greatest contribution to this tremendous accomplishment. Remarkable performances in this domain by other players or teams may also be noted along with the official winners, but note that these will not be considered formal awards.

Taking gigantic hacks does not always win titles, but it is more than a mere approach to hitting; it is a way of life, the truest expression of the American Spirit and all that makes the world fun and exciting. We felt it was time to commemorate those most truly committed to this lifestyle with a fitting award, of a signed photo of Dave Kingman.

Dave Kingman is rightfully the Patron Saint of gigantic hacks. He was the Bate Ruth of striking out, putting up numbers that people had not even imagined possible before he arrived on the scene. But when he connected it went a long way, for 442 career homeruns at a time when that really meant something. His laser-like focus on gigantic hacks meant for a low batting average, and bad defense, for any focus on these other skills would have taken away from what he really believed in

We the committee urge you all to take a hack: sometimes you’ll miss, but when you connect, it will go out of the park.

[irvinenewshq]

Boy dies from uncommon brain-eating amoeba that will have been contracted at Lake Mead

CNN  —  A boy has died after being contaminated by a uncommon brain-eating amoeba, which officers imagine he could have been uncovered to at Lake Mead, the Southern Nevada Well being District introduced Wednesday. The juvenile could have encountered the organism, referred to as Naegleria fowleri, within the park’s Kingman Wash space, situated on the Arizona facet of the lake close to Hoover Dam, the Lake Mead Nationwide Recreation Space stated in a launch. Officers didn’t launch the identify or actual age of the one that died, however stated he was below 18 years previous. “That is the primary confirmed fatality brought on by Naegleria Fowleri publicity at Lake Mead Nationwide Recreation Space,” the park stated. The microscopic amoeba is usually present in heat freshwater, however infections are uncommon, in keeping with the CDC. Solely 31 Naegleria fowleri infections have been reported within the US between 2012 and 2021, the CDC stated. Whereas infections are unusual, they’re virtually at all times deadly. Somebody can grow to be contaminated when water containing the amoeba enters their nostril, sometimes when swimming, diving or placing their head underwater, the CDC stated. It could’t trigger an infection if swallowed and doesn’t unfold from individual to individual. That is no less than the third deadly Naegleria fowleri an infection this yr, together with a toddler in Nebraska who fell unwell after swimming in a river and a Missouri man who contracted the an infection at a seaside. An investigation by the Southern Nevada Well being District decided the boy could have been uncovered in early October and commenced growing signs a couple of week later, the district stated. “My condolences exit to the household of this younger man,” stated Southern Nevada District Well being Officer Dr. Fermin Leguen. “Whereas I wish to reassure the general public that this kind of an infection is an especially uncommon prevalence, I do know this brings no consolation to his household and associates right now.” The Nationwide Park Service will proceed to permit leisure swimming at Lake Mead, in keeping with the park’s launch. U.S Public Well being Service Officer Dr. Maria Mentioned defined in an announcement that the choice took into consideration that “the organism exists naturally and generally within the surroundings however illness is extraordinarily uncommon.” “Nevertheless, leisure water customers ought to at all times assume there’s a threat anytime they enter heat recent water,” Mentioned suggested. The park urged folks to take precautions beneficial by the CDC, which embody avoiding leaping and diving into heat freshwater, holding or clipping their nostril shut when swimming, preserving their head above water and avoiding submerging their head in scorching springs. Originally published at Irvine News HQ

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[myriadimagines]

Heyo! I'd like a drabble request for Harry Hart with #35, #82, and #101. Thank you!

Characters: Reader x Harry Hart

Warnings: swearing and violence

Prompts: 35: “Here, take my hand. Everything is fine, just hold onto me and keep moving.” 82: “We’ll get through this, I promise.” 101: “I’m like 20% sure this plan work. There’s an 80% chance we could die horribly and violently, but this plan is solid, I swear.”

Word Count: 356

A/N: hope you like it!!

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

Harry remembered what you had told him when you first proposed your plan. He remembered you were leaning against his desk, using animated hand gestures as you explained the whole thing. 

“I’m like 20% sure this plan work. There’s an 80% chance we could die horribly and violently, but this plan is solid, I swear.” you had said, and Harry scoffed, but still decided to go through with it. 

Unfortunately, the 80% chance had happened.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” you muttered under your breath, clutching your head in your hands. Usually, you could stay pretty calm and collected in times of crisis, but everything was going completely wrong. You and Harry were surrounded by gunfire. You had called Roxy and Eggsy for backup, but you knew they weren’t going to get here in time. Your right arm had been shot, and the side of Harry’s head was bleeding from where he had been hit. 

“Stay focused, y/n.” Harry grabbed your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “We’ll get through this, I promise.”

“We’re going to fucking die, Harry!” you exclaimed, your voice full of fear. “Fucking hell, why did you agree to my plan? I’m such a fucking idiot!” 

“That attitude won’t help us, y/n.” Harry said calmly, firing a few shots at the enemy before ducking behind the boulder the two of you were hiding behind. “You need to fight back.”

You weakly lifted one arm, your hand shaking as you tried to fire back. You weren’t able to even hit anyone, before you collapsed from exhaustion. You couldn’t don it. 

“I’m sorry, Harry.” you gulped, and Harry shook his head as he crouched in front of you. “I-I’m scared.”

“I know, y/n.” Harry brushed your hair out of your forehead, and grabbed your hand. “I’ll get us out of here. Here, take my hand. Everything is fine, just hold onto me and keep moving.”

Harry tried to stand, but you pulled him back down. You were about to protest when Harry insisted, “y/n, trust me.”

You gulped before allowing Harry to pull you to your feet. 

[sibsteria]

still the same to me [harry hart]

prompts: ''it was you the whole time'', ''I'm not going anywhere'', ''people are staring'', ''first second I saw you, I couldn't get over how beautiful you were''

summary: on a mission, you have to seduce your target into a secluded room, Harry doesn't like this but has to go along with it

a/n: I refuse to write about Merlin's death unless it's for angst, so in my mind, he's alive and well.

''Y/n, your mark is approaching, I hope you have prepared an opening line.'' Merlin's thick accent funnelled into my ear via comm.

''Well shall I thank my slag of a date for our crossed paths or yours?'' I smiled at him, trying to convey a sultry vibe.

''I should be urged to say both?'' He raised an eyebrow, ordering a malt whiskey, classic and boring.

''And for you miss?'' He wants to buy me a drink, cute, unlike what he did a month ago.

''A martini, gin not vodka, obviously. Stirred for ten seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of vermouth. Thank you.'' I winked at the bartender, crossing my legs slowly and seductively.

''So, what has you down, pretty lady?'' I could gag at his flimsy attempt at flirting.

''Date gone bad, I had arranged a meeting with an estranged ex and well, you can take a guess.'' I sighed, bringing my head into my hands, all part of the plan.

''Well, he did you wrong honey, not at men can be proper gentlemen.'' If only I could see my Harry's face as he proposed himself as a gentlemen, I could hear the steam rolling off him.

''Yes well, like you say, not all men. So what brings you here?'' I was curious as to the excuse he would pull.

''Ah, same as you my dear-'' I heard a slight kerfuffle in my comm, must be Harry, ''broken heart.'' I gave him a 'smile of empathy' ha, please.

I almost infringed my cover as I heard Harry from my ear piece ''What a fucking disgrace.'' Damn.

''Well I suggest we right how we've been wronged, you see that back stock room over there? Empty. What do you say?'' His hand slid up my thigh, if only my skin was made of cyanide.

I had to stop my eye from twitching as I answered him, ''Sure, see you there in five.'' I winked to cover a twitch, hopefully he didn't suspect anything.

''You hear that Galahad? Take the back exit, there's some stacked boxes on your right as you enter. Y/n be sure to make some noise on my command so Harry can slip inside.'' I heard Merlin inform Harry, he mumbled something along the lines of 'he'd better not try to slip inside her' before Merlin told me he was on his way.

''I'll be surprised if the guy will still be able to walk after this.'' Merlin sighed, a jealous Harry Hart is a dangerous sight.

I took a deep breath before turning the knob to which the patron of disgust stood. He hummed as he took me by the waist, edging me towards the wall. I felt him kiss up my neck, I pray to god that Merlin signals soon.

By the time he reached my jaw I heard him, ''Y/n, noise, now.'' I did what I knew to do. Flipping us over I slammed him against the wall, kicking over some boxes in the process, I really hope Harry got in.

''Wow, a girl who knows what she wants, sexy.'' I could throw up right now.

The plan was to stay silent and take him down, apparently Harry didn't get the memo.

''You're a fucking disgrace you know that?'' Harry shot up from the darkness.

''Harry, oh no, no no.'' I heard my ear piece.

''Who are you? Some perv? Wanna watch, I'm sure she won't mind.'' I headbutted him with all the strength I had before turning him round pinning him against the wall. His face slammed against the wall, I pulled his arm around to his back, feeling a crack. I've broken his arm, good.

''You fucking crazy bitch!-'' I cut him off.

''Oh shut up.'' Before reaching for my garter pulling out my small handgun, I slam his head with the butt of the weapon, this didn't bring him down.

''I think it's about time I teach you some manners, young man. Especially on how to treat a lady.''

You can guess what happens next.

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''Harry, I admire you for defending me but-'' I tried to reason with him.

''No buts, I'm happy I did what I did.'' He spat, ''Fucking deserved it. You didn't enjoy it did you? Being tossed around like bread dough?'' He narrows his eyes at me.

I look at him, heartbroken, ''How could you say that Harry Hart?! I fucking love you, not anyone else. Even when I first started here, it was always you, it was you the whole time. How dare you say nor even think that? We're done here, people are staring.'' I mumbled in a rage, storming off, I need to cool down.

''Shit.'' I heard Harry say. Yes, shit indeed.

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He entered our shared room at the new compound later that evening.

''I hope you're not done with me, after all this time.'' I heard a solemn voice from the doorway.

''Done with you? Never. Mad at you? Extremely.'' I looed at him with sadness in my eyes.

''You know, the first second I saw you, I couldn't get over how beautiful you were. A strong, smart agent who knows what's best for her? Of course I fell for you.'' It wasn't my plan to give into his charm so quickly but I couldn't help it.

''Just so you know, Mr. Hart? I'm not going anywhere, you're not getting rid of me, ever.'' I told him, approaching a sentimental yet light approach.

''So I'm Mr. Hart now?'' My Harry was back, sweet, gentle and fucking annoying teasing little shit Harry Hart.

''Only if I get to be Mrs. Hart.'' I knew this was a risk, oh well.

''Darling, you were Mrs. Hart when you first walked through the door.'' I ran to him, nearly toppling us over when I pulled him into a thick and loving embrace.

''You're not getting rid of me now, I'm telling you, I can be one hell of a stalker.'' I bantered, pressing small kisses all over his face.

''I would tell you the same, my dear.'' He hummed, as we backed up towards our bed, he fell on top of me

''Harry!'' I whined, laughing, guess I'm stuck here now.

''Marry me.'' I took a pause, to kiss him, obviously.

''You didn't even have to ask Harry.'' I whispered with sincerity.

''Next week, marry me, I can't wait any longer.'' You're a fucking character Mr. Hart.

''My answer remains the same.'' I took his face in my hand, my thumb brushing over where his left eye once was. I didn't care what he looked like, I just wanted him.

''You don't have to pretend you still like to look at me.'' He sighs.

''I'm not pretending. You're still as handsome as you were the day I met you.'' I kissed the scar, then I kissed him, locking my hands in his hair. He sighs into the kiss, it was a happy sigh, I could tell.

''Get some rest, you're getting married next week.'' He winked, or rather, blinked at me.

''I love you.''

''I love you, Mrs. Hart.''

[saint-altruist]

I’m torturing myself, because I am the idiot who put Taron Egerton and Ben Hardy in one fic. Cool... I’m crying....

[imagines4thesoul]

Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin

KINGSMAN: THE SECRET SERVICE

LABEL/WARNING: fluff-ish, swearing

For as long as you could remember, you had known Harry Hart. The courageous, and kind kingsman who had taken you in and treated you like you were his own child.

He had promised to keep you safe and out of harms way, which he had managed to do numerous times, but his one condition was that when you were of age you were to try out to become a kingsman like him. And that is what you did.

You had met all the candidates like you and boy there were some real characters. Short and tall, kind and rude and some just blatantly cocky which you hated entirely. But one person caught your eye, not because you were impressed but merely because it seemed as though he didn’t even want to be here. He was dressed casually, and had a stone cold look on his chiseled attractive face and that made you want to know him better.

After quiet observation you learnt that his name was Eggsy and the others in the group did not like his attitude or him generally at all. But you being the curious individual that you were you decided that you would befriend this dark horse in hopes that he could quite possibly help you in any situation.

And as though fate read your mind you two were indeed bunk buddies in the main central room. But none the less you still had not uttered a single word to him nor anyone else in the group not wanting to make any friends seeing as people could quite possibly die trying out.

Sleep engulfed you along with everyone in the room as the night grew on but to yours and the others dismay, the first challenge had begun. And it was a wet one.

It felt like a dream at first but when you heard everyone’s yells in confusion you realised that you were not going to be sleeping tonight. The room filled with water quickly not allowing many people to decipher what was going on. But one puzzle piece fell into place when you noticed that there was one person missing in the equation. You looked up, the water now at your waist and quickly rising to see an asleep Eggsy, clearly trying to drown out the sounds of everyone around him. The water now at your shoulders and starting to touch the top on his bunk you climb up onto of the poor shirtless, but incredibly toned fellow and shake him awake.

“Wake up you baboon!” You yelled at the attractive man, your brows furrowed.

“We’re going to drown if you don’t wake up you git!”

“Holy fuck!” He replied bolting up, him now sitting in the water around him. His eyes darted to your curious ones as he takes in that you we’re in fact sitting on top of him slowly staring to get submerged in water.

“Wake up dickhead we need to figure this shit out” you mumble climbing off him and splashing into the water.

“You’re talking to me!” He replied flabbergasted getting off the bunk.

“Yeah wowza, but listen fuckstick we got bigger shit to worry about” you commanded at the boy as you dove under the water to figure out if you can get out of this mess.

“Aye aye captain” he said softly, a smirk growing across his face, slightly turned on.

[sith-lords-consort]

Imagine after you two get married, you and Flip drive route 66 as your honeymoon. You take the interstate east, then drive route 66 all the way to the Santa Monica Pier. Flip is the type to get the route 66 passport so he can get it stamped at every visitors center.

He teases you about the turquoise necklace you buy in Kingman AZ, but you figured since it's the turquoise capitol of the world, you should get some type of turquoise jewelry. Besides, every stop on the Route 66 passport, Flip gets a new coffee mug. He defends himself, saying that he drinks so much coffee, having over a dozen mugs is justifiable. (Once you get home he builds a big shelving unit to display them all in order, so he never even uses them)

He also might pick on you for buying a new magnet in every state, but you shut him down with a, "Well, we plan on having kids one day, so we'll need plenty of magnets to display all their doodles, and their good test scores, and their school pictures too!"

Flip can't even talk after that, he's too caught up imagining you pregnant!

[you-are-worth-the-wait]

stories.  okay.  this one was an extreme first for me.  so the girl who takes the definition of being a sub completely literally.  she wanted to be a complete submissive to the point where if she broke any rules, she wanted a punishment and she got off on it.  one of the things she did at times was when she was sucking my cock, she’d either get a little carried away or something but she’d use/scratch her teeth against my cock to the point where i’d flinch.  i think after a couple of times i flinched, she noticed and asked what was wrong.  i told her but i didn’t tell her before because i didn’t want to sound like an ungrateful dick.  but then she told me that i should punish her for hurting me.  i asked her how should i punish her.  she told me to choose.  the first thing i thought of that wouldn’t necessarily have us changing positions and what not for punishment was that i told her i’d pull her off my cock if i felt her teeth on me and i’d slap her face.  she had told me before hand about the lengths she went through with her other Doms so i had an idea of what she’d be open to, and it was a hell of a lot.  so she liked that punishment.  so much so that i think she bratily grazed her teeth along me just to get punished.  that was pretty insane.  and the fact that she really wanted me to slap her pretty hard too was, interesting and intimidating.  but the thing was, she received pleasure from it.  so i did it because she enjoyed it.  i know that’s off limits to you so it was different to have someone ask that of me and they find pleasure in it.  

another thing that happened with her is that she told me that when she gets tipsy sometimes, she’ll throw up.  i didn’t know what her definition of tipsy was or how much it took to get to it.  anyways, she was giving me blowjob after drinking and wouldn’t you know it, she tried to get as much of me into her throat that it triggered you know what and she ended up puking on me...lol.  it was not a fun or pretty site.  at least you did it in the shower and not necessarily on me and even if you did, i think you and i have gotten to the point where that i’d be more concerned for your safety and well being than to be disgusted by you puking on me.  this was a first for me and was weird.  so yeah, i was lying down on the bed receiving the blowjob and my cock in her throat made her puke all over my groin area.  of course we ended up maneuvering to the shower in order to minimize the damage.  she was so embarrassed and was scared that i’d be angry at her and not want anything to do with her that she started to cry right in the shower and was apologizing profusely.  i told her that it was okay and that it was something that just happened where she was caught up in the moment and shyt happened.  it took some time to assure her i wasn’t mad and that it wasn’t a deal breaker at that moment that.  when she finally calmed down and realized that i wouldn’t leave her at the moment because of the incident, she was so happy and grateful that she wanted to continue blowing me as a sign of gratitude.  that was a wild play of emotions.  luckily no clothes were involved :P

i’m realizing that these aren’t the sexiest of stories, huh...*lol*  well, this is one of the better ones then.  kingman girl, nearly 50, was married for 20 years and finally worked up the courage to walk away from the marriage after her kids had grown but realized she knew it wasn’t right at some point but didn’t know how to leave and kids being involved made it worse.  anyways, setting that scene, she is extremely hyper sexual and when she tried to initiate things with her ex, he rejected her and made her feel like asking for intimacy was a character flaw of hers.  he only wanted it on his own terms and any time she sought it out, he made her feel like her want for intimacy was a bad thing or a weakness.  see she ended up suppressing her urges.  maybe that’s why she is so open to pleasuring me the way she does?  anyways, one time she arranged it so that she rented a room and stayed the night and asked me to stay with her.  that night while i was fucking her, at one point i brought up towards the window and the sheer curtain was still covering the window as we were only 3 stories up and you could see the pool from where we were at.  there were a couple families with kids swimming and playing in the pool.  i brought her there just for the thrill and the idea that someone could possibly see her/us but no one could from there.  i could see that she was trying to hold the curtain closed so i told her she should open up the curtains.  she was hesitant about doing it but i’ve read her pretty well up to that point that i told her that i would stop fucking her if she didn’t.  i already could sense that there was a sub side to her so that’s what prompted me to test it out.  so after she hesitated, i stopped and pulled out of her.  she then begged me to keep fucking her and i told her she knew what she had to do if she wanted me to continue.  she opened up the curtain and i resumed fucking her with where anyone could have seen her/us.  we ended up cumming that way and later admitted that she got so much of a thrill out of it that if we ever get the chance to do so, she wanted to be fucked that way again.  that same night, i fingered her till she squirted.  nothing like you.  if you were 2 out of 10 only because of “buckets”, i would have rated her as a 7/10, 10 being nothing.  the thing was, she has never squirted before, ever.  it was the first time she had ever done so.  she said she didn’t know exactly what was happening or what she was feeling but she could feel that she was wetter than usual and when she looked down and saw her fluids splashing while i was fingering her and she eventually saw the puddle on the bed, that’s when she admitted that she had only heard of if but never thought she was capable of doing so.  so yeah.  at the time, i didn’t think it was a big deal.  i just thought, “oh hey, she can squirt too.  not as much as L but she can.  that’s kewl.”  so yeah, introducing a girl to the phenomenon of squirting for the first time in her life after almost 50 years i guess was a pretty decent accomplishment by me.  so...yay? :P

hope those stories tide you over or that’s what you were looking for.  it’s weird cuz i’m starting to remember and recall a lot of stories and i guess since i don’t normally tell people about them, it kinda just falls to the way side.  it’s not like i do things in order to collect stories and brag about them.  they just happened and i think it was something that was shared only between me and that person. and yeah, i guess looking at things, it seems a lot of them did take place at work because of proximity.  go figure...*ws* 

still, i’d rather reserve the stories till i’m with you.  i imagine us laying next to each other as i recount them, caressing and fondling you, you stroking me or absent-mindedly licking or sucking me off so you can listen to what i’m saying.  then we get to a point where we work ourselves to a frenzy that we end up having our own little adventure/story.  “do you concur?” - Frank Abignale from Catch Me If You Can  :P

[wancita]

Cuando todo es ruido; el cese, la calma y la ausencia, se vuelven bonitos.

Espero te guste.

Esta como para escucharla tomando un cafecito o técito, en un lugar con pasto y muchos árboles djjdjd me imagine el medio escenario

Me gustó muchas gracias por enseñármela

[imaginingyourfandom]

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