Y am I here @agent-why-blog - Tumblr Blog

updated connections

#mib:ooc #come plot with me lets plot let's plot away

agcnttango:

“Forgive me, you went from talking about if he was gay to the size of his dick. I didn’t think the two were related.” Eyes did roll now, and after a moment T shook her head. “I don’t know how his dick is, or anything about it aside from the fact that he chooses to use the men’s room when he has to pee.” And while the prospect of Q hiding specifically under hers or E’s bed to catch them was hilarious … “It doesn’t matter. That kind of fraternising is against regulation. Look at F and EEE. I don’t want to wind up retiring early and spending all of my time in the basement levels of the complex because I couldn’t control my raging crush. Thank you.”

“Eliminating possibilities. It’s what a good agent does.” Y lectures, because this was an academic discussion, on the calibre her partner’s equipment. “Raging crush. Kids these days I swear.” Y swipes a hand down his face. “Listen, toots. Shoot the guy. Gets you reassigned lickety split, then you’re free to do as you please. Problem solved.” wiping his hands off for a job well done, Y deposited the file on her desk with a loud slap. Pointing to the file, “And you can do that as your reward. Any other crises you’d like me to solve?”

#t01

agent-u-not-you:

Given the circumstances they were in, U felt an unusual swell of pride to know how easily he can push his partner off the edge. Y was a child who needed to have his diaper changed the second he found himself sitting in his own shit. So, U wasn’t even the slightest bit alarm nor surprised to find himself on the other side of the trigger. If he was gonna go down, he was gonna go down swinging. “OH BOO-SQUANCHING-HOOO. Like one of the ROYAL SQUANCHING FAMILY would waste their time SQUANCHING at YOU! Y don’t you get your head outta your ass!” He’s not even the slightest bit fazed at the fallen Squanch a few feet behind him. But he rolls his eyes instead of saying gratitude and twirls the J2 with a finger before taking aim at the Squanch rounding the corner at Y. “Q is gonna have your ass for this, Y.” Was it too late to ask for a transfer?

Y likes to think was a respectable agent, once. Then U arrived and took a big steaming dump on his agent cred. He knows this is the kind of shit that gets played back in the mission debrief, can see himself petrifying under the strength’s Q’s bitchface. But.. future Y’s problem. “Ha! Her Squanchness would be so lucky. She was alllll over this. She wanted allll this squanch. D.T.S. Down. To. Squanch” Y says, making sure to move closer to U to whisper it as creepily as possible. The squanch behind him skids, it’s squanchvest spilling out glowing globules Y recognises as squanch-nades. Wasting no time he grabs two in each hand. A nod at U, “Time to squanch.”

#until all the words are squanch #u01

agentjayy:

“I don’t think I have a dollar, unfortunately. Sorry,” he says. And, of course, he’s completely not sorry, but it’s the thought that counts. Always the multi-tasker, he manages to wrangle out a cleaner pot hidden in the cabinet above the fridge and sets it neatly in place, all while keeping the smoke between his lips. “But the house on fire is a story I think I’d enjoy hearing, Y. Don’t spare any details, if you’d be so kind.”

Y tsks. “Fine. Guess I’ll keep him. Thought you had my back J.” Y laments. He pulls the pained expression of a man who’s survived a great ordeal -the ordeal being the 6′1′ overly jolly golden retriever in man form that is U. “Did you know that Borblegongs spontaneously combust where highly offended? Neither did I.” Y jumps down from the counter where he was sitting, stubbing out the cig in the pot and waving the smoke away. “C’mon. Time to shuffle. I see double A sniffing around.” Walking away from the scene of ‘the crime’ he asks, “How bout you, how’s Zee these days?”

#jay01

agentvee:

“Wait, what?” V, usually pretty quick with her retorts, was taken aback. “I didn’t know you considered financial talk as foreplay, Y. That’s weird. Though I do appreciate a man with good luck in the stock market.”

“Dirtiest thing there is, and I chaperoned a Hanar orgy.” Y gives a grave shake of the head, “Highly unrecommended.” Eyebrows raising, “Do you now, most women would no? “

#v01

@agcntp

text > Agent Poodle: Got an assignment for you.

text > Agent Poodle: [img]

#p01

starkhorn

agent-why-blog

@xxagent-g

#papa agent right here

arachnidfellow-archive-deactiva

↱ “Everyone thinks their baby is a genius. People find it delightfully refreshing when I tell them, my baby? Totally average.”

#fcspam

agcnttango:

“Yes, yes. The plural is very important.” Another roll of her eyes but it wasn’t out of irritation, or any attempt to get him to buzz off. Y was alright, if not a little obnoxious from time to time … but alright. “I don’t think he’s gay. Dunno if he’s married — I never asked. We don’t share information like that. But the problem is that he’s an Agent, and my partner. And both of those things mean that he’s off limits. So I will pine from afar.” Her lips pursed, eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to be? That finger thing?”

“What can I say?” Y raises his hands in a shrug, “Too much man here for one woman. Sharing is caring.” He leans back in the chair, absently looking around before cracking up. “Oh god.” he says chuckling. “You are too innocent for the world. It means, let’s say, he has a small ego.” Y shook his head. “Anyway, he’s your damn partner. This is just sad T. As in lame. As in sad and lame. Fuck and get it over with, what do you think Q’s going to spring out from under the bed?”

#t01

agentvee:

There was no exaggeration this time- V visibly cringed. “You’re killing me, Y,” she complained, rubbing her temple. “You lost all credit when you tried being hip. You’re in debt now. In fact, I’m charging you a $30 over limit fee.”

Y snorts, turning to face her. “Are you... giving me shit while making banking jokes at me? Don’t tell me, is this how they flirt in rich kid high school. Ooo, talk stock options to me baby.”

#v01

agent-u-not-you:

— - ☄ ❮ sʜɪᴛʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ || ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ʏ ❯

His brow is raised when he hears the USUAL que for waterworks monologue Y is spewing out. Two can play this game, fucker. U leans his head back to the taxi they are hiding behind and gives a laugh. A light-hearted one. Then the agent places a hand on Y’s shoulder, his grip slowly becoming more intense as if to emphasize his next set of words. “Aw, buddy.” U gives a smile, "I’m touched. So touched that I get to spend my last moments with you. The complete and utter idiot who SOMEHOW THOUGHT IT APPROPRIATE TO SQUANCH IN THE MEETING. This is on you, you kinky son of a bitch.“ And ends the touching moment with a flip of the bird.

The false smile plastered over Y’s face falls away. After hours of being chased, shot at and squanched, all he can feel is hatred. Hatred for U’s stupid moustache. “FOR THE LAST TIME THAT SQUANCH WAS SQUANCHING AT ME!” The shotgun cocks angrily in his hands. Y raises it and points at his partner. “AND I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT IF YOU HADN’T BEEN SQUANCHING AROUND YOU SONOVASQUANCH.” There’s an ear splitting crack as the squanch behind U topples over.

#how many squanches must a man squanch down?#u01

agentjayy:

“Long enough to finish your smoke, I reckon.” He leaned out the door just for good measure and then pulled back inside, nodding an affirmative to his fellow rule breaker. Considering the amount of stress — the intimate details alone — this job demanded, the least they could do is allow them one small smoke break. “Careful, Y. You might get your ear chewed off.” He nudges the ashtray with his elbow toward him. “How’s the chemistry between you and, well, U? Still steaming I’m assuming?”

He didn't need telling twice. Y sucks down another desperate drag. There's only one woman in this joint he's afraid of but the place was a minefield of other professional ballaches to avoid. Everyone was so.. cheerful, and eager. Most people, come to think of it. Jay's one of the few tolerable exceptions. He taps away the ashes, snorting a laugh, "Getting on like a house on fire. -Literally. He set a house on fire last week. Why, you wanna swap? A dollar. You have have him for a dollar. Hell, roll me another one and you can have him for free."

#jay01

nightwomancometh

#fcspam

#mib:ooc

agcnttango:

“Like a beautiful woman to cool you with a palm frond and feed you grapes?” Somehow she could imagine that, or some verson thereof, to be something Y would claim he wanted. It was certainly something A would say, at least. Giving up on her case file T leaned forward, slipping her chin into her palm, and rose her brows. “Uh, I’ve lived long enough with the secret just to me until you found out. I don’t think I’m going to explode at all. It’ll go away, eventually. They always do.”

“Beautiful women.” Y corrects. “It’d be the Victoria’s secret models.” Obviously. He cracks a smile when she acquiesces. Oh how he loves wearing people down. The smile turns sour however, “Okay-” he puts up a hand. “Now you’re bumming me out. What are you, an old spinster? What’s the problem here? Is he married? Gay?” -Y holds up his forefinger and thumb inches apart, staring with growing alarm.

.

#t01

aagentaa:

“I have evidence that says otherwise,” she teased with a smile. AA placed a chocolate chip muffin on his desk as a peace offering. “Do you know any nocturnal aliens that are about seven feet tall? They might be green.”

Fat Elvis is handed off to some rookie to deal with the paperwork. Y has more important things to attend to. Like hawkishly watching Double A: the energiser bunny as he slips past her to get to the muffin.

"-M stillnot’ere." Y mumbles around the mouthful of muffin. You bet he’s taking the bribe and still being an arse. Check. Mate. "Ask Umpty Dumpty."

#aa01

ripdmovie

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

Y am I here