this was not the plan

Zakir Singhania; 35; Specialist; Ex Mossad // Ex RAW // Agent of SHIELD You could say I have experience with subterfuge. [closed w/ aarp] #agentzakir {fc: hrithik roshan}

[isakeena-pak]

LOVE THIS !!

[tylerpowsey-deactivated20160611]

[agentzakir]

Hrithik’s Moods: Anger

[ranihrithik]

Rajveer <3

[agentzakir]

( text ) : you killed a bottle of bacardi in 20 minutes. so much for being an organ donor. i updated your med files for you. youre welcome.

  shhhhhhhhh the phone vibrating hurts my head

 piss odd

 *off

[agentwiley]

  <text> that’d buy you at least a bomb threat

<text> maybe even a national emergency. or are you thinking something more low key

<text> like an email warning sent from the CDC

[agentzakir]

<text> you are crazier than people think

<text> just make it beleivable

<text> shut up i know i spelled it wrong

[isakeena-pak]

[agentzakir]

hrithikrules:

Rajveer dancing the MJ way

[isakeena-pak]

[agentzakir]

hrithikrules:

His royal hotness Rajveer Nanda

[hrithikrules]

Dashing Hrithik for your dashes

[agentzakir]

( text ) : you killed a bottle of bacardi in 20 minutes. so much for being an organ donor. i updated your med files for you. youre welcome.

  shhhhhhhhh the phone vibrating hurts my head

 piss odd

 *off

[agentwiley]

<text> how serious are you

<text> i cant tell

<text> like bowmore 25 year old scotch serious or

[agentzakir]

<text> agent wiley, you take bribes???

<text> i can arrange for 30 yo speyside

[agentzakir]

beauty is power; a smile is its sword | Zak + April

[daisydukesandashotgun]

There were not different kinds of intelligence. She disagreed with that premise on a fundamental basis. You either were intelligent, or you were ignorant. It was how you chose to pursue your own intellectual abilities which determined those supposed differences; Natasha was a killer, brilliant and beautiful, but calculating and good at reading people. Hell- half of SHIELD could be put in the same category. April had never been so surrounded by terrifyingly attractive people before and she could admit. At least a tenth of them were intelligent enough to have earned their places. 

"Y’really ain’t been around all that of’en have ya darlin’?" She drawled, glancing up and up at him, "B’cause if y’had been. Ya’d know me by reputation as bein’ a woman ain’t quick on f’giveness." She laughed.

April was no secret agent, she was no killer, no master thief or marksman. She was a woman of no great particular skillset beyond having a particular gift with languages; but she could be fast, she knew this- blade in riposte, advancing on Zakir now as if they hadn’t only moments ago been chatting amicably. Blade sliding against Zakir’s a la attaque au fer- quick pressure against his saber so she could lunge at him again. The tip of her blade pressed against his chest. Careful because he wasn’t wearing protective armor.

[agentzakir]

"My job means I'm usually anywhere but here," he agreed with a nod. His dark hair, in it's perfect waves, followed the motion; Zak abhorred hair gel - it made hair stiff and came off as pretentious in his opinion. Besides, a little hair mousse could go a long way. Cheeky grin still pulling at the corners of his bow-shaped lips he continued, "But somehow, I think you'll be quick to forgive me."

He could see that she was about to attack, hazel-green eyes could read it in the sudden tautness of shoulders, the crow feet creases pressing at the edge of bright jade eyes, the sudden steely glint. It wasn't as though he were dealing with an agent, trained to take him by surprise - just a civilian. Regardless, there seemed to be a certain unneccessary speed to her motions.

Her blonde locks were flying slightly in messy wisps, but his gaze was drawn to the bruises on her neck. Zak didn't fight too hard, only blocking to save from any wounds that could ruin his perfect looks. He could have fought but....she looked like she needed a win - Singhania could understand that sentiment. And so he let his wrist slip and the point of her saber was against his chest.

"It seems you're better than I expected," he said graciously. Before he could offer to go another round, a low level communications agent entered the gym announcing in a quiet voice that Zakir was being requested elsewhere.

"I'm afraid Miss Miller, I'll have to leave your company."

[agentzakir]

( text ) : you killed a bottle of bacardi in 20 minutes. so much for being an organ donor. i updated your med files for you. youre welcome.

  shhhhhhhhh the phone vibrating hurts my head

 piss odd

 *off

[agentwiley]

<text> i dont hack, singhania. wrong agent.

<text> its on the server. jesus what are you a rookie?

<text> im being a good friend & reminding you that youre only fifteen minutes late.

[agentzakir]

<text> nooo

<text> make it go away

[agentzakir]

( text ) : you killed a bottle of bacardi in 20 minutes. so much for being an organ donor. i updated your med files for you. youre welcome.

  shhhhhhhhh the phone vibrating hurts my head

 piss odd

 *off

[agentwiley]

<text> while i was in your med files i also took the liberty of perusing your calendar

<text> couldnt help but notice you have a debrief at 0930

<text> good luckkkk

[agentzakir]

<text> you are the worst

<text> wait which calendar

<text> did you hack my email? my phone?

<text> wiley. wiley what did you do

[agentzakir]

( text ) : you killed a bottle of bacardi in 20 minutes. so much for being an organ donor. i updated your med files for you. youre welcome.

  shhhhhhhhh the phone vibrating hurts my head

 piss odd

 *off

[likestoslayarchive]

( texts from last night ✉ send one for my muse's reaction )

( text ) : uh, do you have my pants because i have yours

( text ) : let’s play another game of whose boxers are hanging on my fence

( text ) : update. a gay guy just told me that i’m the most beautiful thing with a vagina he has ever seen. how should i feel about this?

( text ) : i’m sorry about all the inappropriate shoe throwing.

( text ) : you killed a bottle of bacardi in 20 minutes. so much for being an organ donor.

( text ) : why can’t burritos get me drunk?

( text ) : i know you’re on a date and i should leave you alone, but about twenty minutes ago, i realized i haven’t been spanked in years so if you’re still looking for a birthday present, you know, consider it.

( text ) : why is my bath tub filled with mud?

( text ) : i’ve noticed we slowly have begun to phase the “b” out of our bromace.

( text ) : you just jumped of the couch and yelled “hidden tiger crouching dragon!” that’s the answer to how you broke your finger.

( text ) : this is what my life has come to. drinking champagne alone yelling at the dog because no one wants to hang out with me

( text ) : if i open my eyes, my head will explode. that hungover.

( text ) : apparently all year, they’ve been using me as a standard for drunkenness.

( text ) : all i’m saying is that your next houseguest had better not barge in on me in the shower demanding i wash the stolen dye from his hair. i’m not doing that a second time.

( text ) : i need to stop drunkenly getting naked. i’m losing all my party clothes.

( text ) : please make the clown in the corner stop judging me. i mean he’s the one with paint on his face. i don’t need him judge judying me.

( text ) : sooooo, how am i supposed to explain to my mom that i was admitted to the hospital, but you kidnapped me within 20 minutes?

( text ) : hey remember that thing i said about never apologizing for being a hot mess? well that was before you found me drunk in the hallway with no pants.

( text ) : so much for not drinking this week after this weekend. congrats, you made it until tuesday.

( text ) : i just remembered that someone fed me a pretzel out of their purse at the bar last night.

[slagittarius]

[isakeena-pak]

[kaalicoffee]

[agentzakir]

miszbollywood:

Hrithik for He Deo

[slowandthecuriouss]

[agentzakir]

billylovesmac:

You beautiful man..