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Matchmakers

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 14 Prompt: "If you don't stop now-"

Summary: When Y/N is the first female agent allowed to work the night shift, side by side with Jack Thompson, Peggy and Daniel want to make sure she doesn't miss the hint.

Word Count: 1,108

Category: Fluff, Humor

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Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Ehem."

I scribbled away at the report I was working on, completely ignoring the pointed throat-clearing from my friends on the other side of the desk. The workday was almost over, so if I could just block them out for a little longer-

"If you want to pretend to ignore us, that's fine," said Peggy, her voice light and teasing. I fought back a sigh. "Daniel and I can just have the conversation with ourselves. We know you can hear us."

I made a face, glancing up long enough to make eye contact with both of my friends before slowly and deliberately raising my hands to my ears and plugging them. Since I'd already decided to be this childish, I figured I'd go all out, so I stuck out my tongue too.

Peggy and Daniel shared a look, and then Daniel reached up and grabbed my wrist, pulling one hand away. I glared at him, ready to yank my hand back and continue ignoring them both, but he spoke lowly before I could.

"You know, if you plug your ears, we'll just have to raise our voices so you can hear us."

I narrowed my eyes at him, wordlessly threatening murder, but Daniel didn't blink as he stared back. Finally, after a minute, I sighed.

"Fine. I won't plug my ears. But it's basically five, so maybe you two should just head out. You know, get a jump start on the weekend-"

"And leave you alone with Thompson sooner?"

I turned to glare at Daniel. Like before, he didn't flinch.

"Y/N, listen," started Peggy, leaning forward and looking at me like she was being the reasonable one. "Everyone in this conversation is aware that you have feelings for Thompson. All we're trying to get you to hear is that, since Thompson actually agreed to let you work the night shift with him, making you the first female agent to work a night shift... he might return those feelings."

I sighed, long and hard, through my nose. I put up with so much from these two.

"Great. I've heard you. Now mind your own business, both of you."

"We've long ago made this our business," Peggy responded, an all too pleased smile on her face.

"Yeah, come on," continued Daniel. "I have no idea what you see in Jack, but you clearly like him a lot. And you didn't let up when you saw me and Peggy dancing around each other. So we're not letting this go, either. Not when you spend every minute he's in the room moon-eyed staring at him-"

"Daniel, if you don't stop now-"

"What's going on over here?"

Peggy, Daniel, and I all whirled around at the sound of Jack's voice next to my desk, like kids caught digging in the cookie jar.

"Nothing!" I answered quickly, before whirling back around and glaring at my two friends. "Daniel and Peggy were just saying goodbye before they left for the night."

"Well, then, goodbye. Now get out of here, you two are off the clock and I'm not paying you overtime."

Peggy and Daniel shared a loaded look that I didn't miss, and that I also doubted Jack missed. I rolled my eyes, then the three of us stood.

"You don't have to tell us twice to get us out of here," said Daniel, stretching a little as he got to his feet.

"I sure did," I muttered. He ignored me.

"You two have fun tonight," said Peggy, giving us a pointed smile as she turned away. I narrowed my eyes at her and Daniel as they linked arms and started heading for the doors of the agency together. They didn't look back once, the bastards.

"So... what was all that about?" asked Jack, turning to me the second our friends had cleared the agency doors. I huffed a laugh and turned to face him with a small smile.

"They're still trying to play matchmaker."

"They make any good points?"

I grinned. "Well, they did point out that you must like me if you let me stay to work the late shift with you. They really might be onto something there."

Jack scoffed. "For two of my best detectives they're sure oblivious sometimes."

"I'll say."

Jack and I shared a smile, and then he slowly leaned in until we were almost nose to nose, our breath mingling. His smile widened as his hand moved up to cup my face, and then he closed the rest of the distance and kissed me.

Jack and I had been together for a few months now. It had all started as we worked towards our mutual goal of setting Peggy and Daniel up, mostly so we wouldn't have to watch them exchange longing glances every day at work. In the process, he'd stopping being a dick to me, and I'd realized I actually really liked him. The rest was history.

To be fair to Peggy and Daniel's skills as agents, Jack and I had intentionally been keeping our relationship a secret from the beginning. It wasn't all that high-stakes, but we'd wanted to enjoy the beginning of our relationship without everyone in the office chiming in about it, to our faces or otherwise. We still hadn't told anybody, but our interactions had changed enough for Peggy and Daniel to pick up on the energy. They'd been hounding us both for three weeks to try to set us up, and for our part, Jack and I had just laughed when they weren't looking.

After a few long moments, Jack pulled back, both of us still with grins on our faces.

"So... we gonna tell them?"

I hummed in thought, hopping up to sit on my desk, swinging my legs a little as I fixed Jack with a mischevious smile.

"We probably should. It's gone on long enough that they should probably know."

"...But?"

"But there's still a lot of fun to be had in how we tell them. And, unless some emergency comes in that we have to deal with tonight... we've got plenty of time to figure out the best way we can think of."

"Have I mentioned lately that I love you?" he asked, leaning down to kiss my temple before taking a half step back towards his office. "Because I do."

"I love you too. Now come on, go get a notepad from your office so we can brainstorm ways to mess with our friends."

"Honey, you don't have to tell me twice."

I grinned after the swaggering form of my boyfriend, my heart singing. I really did love him. And this was gonna be fun.

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close enough to touch (close enough to hope you couldn't see what i was thinking of)

Fandom: Agent Carter

Characters: Peggy Carter x Jack Thompson

Rating: M

Summary: Peggy and Jack's no-strings relationship does not go as planned.

Word Count: 9.7k

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It was a late night at the office, a frustrating case, a few months after Daniel had left for LA. They were looking into the smuggling of potentially dangerous chemicals. Not exactly a big thing, but then again, everything seemed like small potatoes after Stark and Dottie. Jack had sent everyone else home because they were all getting on each other’s nerves and not making headway. The only reason Peggy remained was because she was the only one stubborn enough to stay against his orders.

She sat at her desk as Jack stood in the doorway of his office, watching her. She ignored him.

“Go home, Carter,” he said.

“I’m working,” she said without looking up.

“You’ll work better after a night’s rest.”

She turned and glared at him. “I am finally making progress on this code. Do you want me to stop now?”

He sighed and shook his head. “Have it your way. But if you make a mistake because you’re tired, it’s on you.”

“Duly noted.”

Jack remained in the doorway watching her, but Peggy paid him no mind. For some reason – likely the hour and the proximity in which they’d been working – he felt the urge to antagonize her. It was an urge that he was well aware would not necessarily end well for him. But he wanted her to spar with him, as she always did – as opposed to the other agents, who mostly just fell in line.

“Have you always been this headstrong?” he asked. “I’ll bet you were a pain as a kid.”

Peggy pursed her lips but kept working.

“An absolute terror to your teachers,” he continued. “And your mother too, I’m guessing.”

“Is there a purpose to these musings?” Peggy asked. “Or are you trying to annoy me into leaving?”

He shrugged. “Maybe I’m just curious.”

Peggy put down her pen and Jack couldn’t deny the slight jump in his heart rate. The adrenaline of the approaching bout.

“And what were you like as a child, Chief Thompson?” she asked. “All-American golden boy with silver tonsils to match?”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

“Rest assured it was not meant that way.”

“The kinda guy every girl wanted to go to the dance with.”

“Poor girls. They must have been severely lacking in options if you were their best one.”

“As though guys were lining up round the block to ask you out.”

Peggy’s jaw tensed slightly, but she said, “Only the ones who dared,” with a small smile.

Jack looked at her curiously, saying nothing.

“What?” Peggy asked finally.

“I’m just trying to figure out if I’d be one of the ones who dared.”

Peggy raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She went back to her work.

There was no way he could leave it at that, so Jack said, “What? You don’t think so?”

She gave him a knowing look and for a good few seconds all Jack could think was that she knew, that she had overheard what Dooley had said that time – your crush on Carter. But she couldn’t. This was just her pretending to know everything, as always.

And Jack never accepted defeat that easily.

“You know what?” he said. “Maybe I wouldn’t be among the select few who dared to go after you, but admit it, you would’ve been curious about me.”

She ignored him, which just would not do, so he approached her desk.

“Sure, you’d antagonize me in front of everyone else, but deep down you’d look at the girls I went out with and wonder if you were missing out.”

Peggy’s pen stilled a moment on the page, and he grinned.

“Missing out on what?” she asked, looking up at him. “An arrogant, moderately entertaining boy who didn’t have the stones to ask out a girl who had the audacity to speak up for herself?”

He just looked at her for a moment. “Do you wanna go out with me?” he asked, falling back onto his reliable easy charm.

She hardly missed a beat with her response. “No.”

“You sure?”

Peggy took a breath, then snapped her notepad shut and stood up. Jack expected her to give him some angry retort or maybe even hit him. But instead, she stepped in close to him, fingers dragging along her desk.

“Well,” she said, dragging out the word, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Her hand came up to straighten his tie and it was like everything inside him short-circuited. Flickering sparks, a small explosion, then nothing.

When Peggy saw his blank expression, she smiled and stepped away from him. “Perhaps I should get going…”

“Wait.” The word came out without his permission, just like the hand that flew out to grab her arm.

Peggy raised her eyebrows at him. “Now you want me to stay?” she asked playfully. “After you-”

He pulled her against him, ducking his head to capture her mouth with his. He felt, more than heard, her surprised gasp and for a horrifying moment he thought he might have miscalculated.

But then her hands were on him, moving up his chest to hold his face in her cool palms. She kissed him the way Jack supposed she did everything: relentlessly, determinedly, and with more force than one would expect. He could not help the way his mind wandered to how she might do other things.

In the end, he was the one who needed a respite first. He pulled away, leaning against the desk behind him, but keeping his hands on her waist.

“Winded already?” Peggy asked, hands settling on his shoulders. “Are you out of practice?”

Jack nearly laughed. He knew he was a good kisser – that wasn’t arrogance, he had been told so many times – and he knew that had been a good kiss. Only Peggy would find something to criticize in it.

Instead, he just shook his head and exhaled a small chuckle. “You’re a pain in my ass, Carter,” he said.

“Likewise,” Peggy said. “Should we perhaps move this some place more private?”

“More private?” Jack looked around the empty bullpen. “There’s nobody here.”

“Fair enough.” Then she grabbed his tie and hauled him in for another kiss.

How they ended up on the couch in his office, Jack had no idea. But here they were, Peggy under him, brushing her fingers through is once-neat hair, mussing it up. He’d managed to get a couple buttons of her blouse open and was in the middle of trailing a path of kisses down to the newly exposed skin.

Peggy was starting to tug at his clothes too. She pushed his suspenders off his shoulders, loosened his tie and started working at his buttons. But when he tried to help her, taking his lips off her, she said, quite breathlessly, and yet with authority, “Don’t you dare stop.”

He murmured a low “Yes, ma’am,” into her skin that came out sounding much less sarcastic than he had intended.

It occurred to Peggy, of course, that this was a terrible idea. She knew this could certainly jeopardize her newly-acquired respect if they were caught. She knew that she still had feelings for Daniel and wasn’t even sure how she felt about Jack.

But she also knew that, however stupid and reckless and ill-advised this was, she still wanted it. She wanted Jack like this, on top of her, hair a mess, eyes dark and wanting, his mouth on her. She wanted his broad shoulders and strong arms and long legs.

Her skirt had been pushed up by his knee, bunched up at her waist. Jack slid a hand up her thigh and pressed between her legs, making Peggy gasp. He grinned against her skin.

“Are you going to keep teasing or are we going to get on with it?” she said, failing to keep the breathlessness from her voice.

“Will you never stop trying to boss me around?” he asked.

“No,” she said, then added, slightly smugly. “And I don’t try, I succeed.” She looked pointedly down to where he was already undoing the button and fly of his pants.

He looked at her, annoyed, and for a moment Peggy thought he would stop, just to make it look like he wasn’t doing what she told him to. “If you weren’t such a looker, Marge, I swear…”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “And it’s a good thing this is only physical, because otherwise that comment would give me a perfect excuse to leave.”

Jack blinked, slightly surprised at Peggy’s outright saying what they both knew this was. It shouldn’t though, that was just what she did.

So instead he finished undoing his pants and said, “Lucky me,” and leaned down to kiss her again.

When Peggy got home that night – or, rather, about five o’clock in the morning – she closed her door and leaned against it. She felt a slight blush travel up her cheeks as her mind went over all that had happened.

It had been a terrible idea and could of course never happen again. Even though neither of them had said that to each other, they both knew it. It was a one-time thing, that no one could know about.

And while Jack was an asshole who still made comments that infuriated her, she was pretty sure he would keep the rendezvous a secret. She wasn’t sure why, but she did.

The next morning, Jack strode across the bullpen and Peggy took a moment to just watch him, the way his suit fit around his body – a body she had now seen without its coverings. She had always known he was attractive – and knew she was attracted to him – but had never let herself really look at him like this.

“Carter,” he said, stopping at her desk. “You’re in here bright and early this morning.”

“Well,” she said. “It is my job.”

“You’ve been working long hours though,” he said. “You sure you’re getting enough sleep?” He looked awfully smug, and Peggy knew he had caught her staring.

“I assure you, if it was an issue, I’d let you know.”

“Sounds good,” he said and winked.

Peggy rolled her eyes and wondered if last night was worth how absolutely insufferable Jack was going to be. Then she watched Jack flick through a stack of papers with his long fingers and remembered some choice moments from last night. She decided that Jack would have to be a lot more unbearable to make her actually regret it.

It was a few days later and they were arguing about some aspect of a case. It was not very important but the summer was warm and made everyone irritable. One of the agents suggested they all get a drink to blow off some steam, but Jack and Peggy picked up the argument again at the bar.

“Oh, forget it,” Jack exclaimed finally, standing up. “You’re impossible.”

He began to leave, and Peggy followed, but instead of continuing the argument, she grabbed him by the arm and tugged him into a janitor’s closet and kissed him.

He wass surprised, but certainly not against this turn of events. He only pulled away long enough to ask, “Wait, were you just arguing with me to–”

“No, you’re still wrong,” Peggy said, starting on the button of his pants. “And we can resume that discussion afterwards.”

“Whatever you say,” he said, hauling her in for another kiss.

Doing something a second time did not mean she didn’t have it under control, Peggy told herself as she slipped out of the closet afterwards, leaving Jack to do up his pants and fix his hair.

The second time was a fluke and meant no more than the first.

The third time, however. The third time could be a cause for concern, she decided, after yet another rendezvous in Jack’s office.

The fourth time was in the file room.

The fifth in the back of the car on an uneventful stakeout.

And after that, she sort of stopped counting. Maybe it was a habit, but it was not necessarily a bad one. They both knew what this was, what the expectations were. They were adults. They could handle this.

Peggy glanced over at Jack’s office, seeing through the window that he was on the phone.

And he was smiling, a real smile. Peggy knew him well enough to know those were few and far between for him. She found herself torn: interrupt and see if he’d let anything slip about who he was talking to and satisfy her curiosity, or leave him to it.

Before she could decide, Jack saw her through the window and waved for her to come in.

“… Sunday? Yeah, I’ll try,” he was saying when she opened the door. “Look, I’m working right now, I’ll–” He stopped to listen to the person on the other end of the line. “Yeah, I know Charlie never misses a Sunday dinner, but his job is–” He sighed. “I’ll be there, alright. Yeah, you too.” He hung up the phone and looked up at Peggy.

“We’ve dug up some known associates of Sharpe, the man who owns the ships,” she said. “Harold Murphy and Sebastian Leonard. They both have mob connections.” She placed the files on his desk.”

Jack flipped through them and nodded. “Thanks, Marge,” he said. “I’ll assign some agents to follow them, see what they get up to.”

“You know, as the Chief, you’re allowed to take Sundays off every now and then,” she said, getting up to leave.

Jack exhaled a laugh. “My grandma wouldn’t be satisfied with every now and then.”

“Chief Thompson?” Agent Chen said, popping his head into the office. “I got something.”

Jack waved him in.

“So we got Murphy and Leonard both staying at the Hotel Salvatore, two different weekends right after each other.”

“Alright, that could be something,” Jack said. “Do we know what room they stayed in?”

“That’s the thing that really tipped me off,” Chen said. “They both stayed in the honeymoon suite.”

“The honeymoon suite?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh.” Jack leaned back in his chair. “One of them staying in a honeymoon suite on his own is weird enough, but two of them means it can’t be a coincidence,” he said. “Well, we can’t tip off the hotel owner, so we’ll have to send agents in posing as guests.”

They both looked out the window into the bullpen.

“One of them’ll have to be Carter, I guess,” Chen said.

“Mm?”

“Otherwise, it’d be suspicious.”

“Right, yeah.”

“And McCabe is shit at undercover work.”

Jack chuckled. “Yeah, I’m not sending him.” He didn’t really want to send any of them with her, if he was honest – an instinct he chose not to inspect too deeply. “Y’know what? It’s been too long since I’ve done an undercover op.”

Chen nodded. “Probably best. Don’t want the guys fighting over her.”

As he left, Jack said to himself. “Like she’d let herself be fought over.”

So, he had told Peggy that Chen had suggested they go together, and here they were, a pair of rings, suitcases, and affectionate nicknames in tow.

And Peggy was, well, he supposed he’d seen bits of her performance when she’d been working for Stark, but he’d never seen her so… not herself.

She had her arm in his as they entered the foyer. She looked around with big eyes and only just contained excitement. “Oh, darling, this place is gorgeous!"

He managed to turn his doubletake at her American accent into a kiss to her temple. “Only the best for you, baby.”

Peggy looked up at him with such a loving and devoted smile that he nearly ran into a potted plant. He recovered quickly and walked them up to the front desk.

“James Cooper,” he said.

The receptionist smiled and flipped a few pages of a ledger. “The honeymoon suite,” she said, taking a key with a heart-shaped keychain off a hook behind her and handing it to him. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Cooper,” she said.

“Oh, I love how that sounds,” Peggy said to him quietly, but just loud enough for the receptionist to hear, who smiled.

“Well then, right this way, Mrs. Peggy Cooper.” He almost stumbled over the words, but he was sure only Peggy noticed - because her name was supposed to be Nancy.

But she just let out a girlish laugh and took his arm as he led her to the elevator. When the doors slid closed and they were alone, he braced himself for her to say something, which of course she did.

“It’s a good thing the reservation was only under James Cooper, not James and Nancy Cooper,” she observed, neutrally.

“Well, before today you weren’t Nancy Cooper, you were Nancy Lydon.”

“Not anymore, now I’m Peggy Cooper, née Lydon.”

Jack sighed. “We probably won’t have to use the IDs anyway.” He glanced over to see Peggy smiling slightly. “What?”

“A bit rusty on undercover work, are we?”

He rolled his eyes just as the elevator dinged. He offered her his arm again. “Mrs. Cooper?”

She took it with an exaggeratedly sweet smile. “Mr. Cooper.”

The honeymoon suite was, fortunately, not as cheesily decorated as Peggy had feared. It was still very pink, and floral, but it wasn’t bad. Jack, however, did not seem like he was a fan, the way his eyebrows inched upwards as he looked around.

“Who would want to spend their honeymoon here?” he asked, setting their luggage down in the sitting area.

“Romantics, perhaps?” Peggy suggested.

He looked at her, amused.

“I don’t mean me,” she quickly added.

“Uh huh.”

They spent the afternoon searching every nook and cranny of the room, looking for empty spaces under the floorboards or papers taped under drawers and the like. It was seven in the evening before they decided there is nothing for them to find.

Jack’s jacket and tie were long-discarded and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows – always a good look on men in Peggy’s opinion.

She flopped down onto the bed. “Do you think Mr. and Mrs. Cooper will go down to eat, or will order in?”

“Order in,” Jack said. “They’re too busy enjoying married life.”

Peggy arched her back so she could look at him upside down and wasn’t surprised to see his grin. She rolled her eyes and slumped back down.

“C’mon,” he said, standing up from his chair and looking down at her. “We did what we came to do, so we’re technically not on the job. Besides, we gotta keep up appearances.”

“We’re not on the job but need to keep up our covers. Your logic is flawless, Chief,” she deadpanned.

He sighed and walked over to the phone. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Well, we will have likely had a large lunch - leftovers from the wedding reception, so just a sandwich for me.” She paused. “Club sandwich.”

He smiled a little as he picked up the phone and Peggy rolled over to see him right side up.

“Hi, yeah, can I have two club sandwiches to the honeymoon suite?” He paused. “And a bottle of your cheapest wine? Thanks.”

“Cheapest wine?” Peggy asked when he had hung up. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

“The SSR will only refund me so much,” he said and leaned down to kiss her, briefly and softly.

And it was far too tender for their relationship. That was a going steady kiss, a will-soon-meet-the-parents kiss.

An in-love kiss.

So Peggy did the first thing she could think of to fix it: she grabbed him by the collar, pulled him in and kissed him properly.

He made a surprised little noise and almost fell on top of her, but she was too busy making quick work of his buttons to mind. Once he had pulled off his shirt, he laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, both kicking off their shoes.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. He was just starting to unbutton her blouse when there was a knock on the door.

“Room service!”

Jack and Peggy pulled apart and stared at each other. Peggy looked like she was stifling a laugh when she said, “You need to get that.”

He gestured at himself. “Right now?”

“Well, I’m hardly decent enough to answer the door.”

Three more knocks sounded. “Room service.”

Jack strode across the room, pulling his suspenders over his undershirt. He opened the door looking a dignified as he could with his hair a mess, his fly undone, and a lipstick smear on his neck.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the plate, bottle, and two glasses from the slightly amused-looking lady who stood on the other side of the door.

“Enjoy!” she said and Jack was certain she didn’t mean the food.

When he closed the door, Peggy burst out laughing and he honestly wasn’t sure if it was for the sake of the woman outside the door who could certainly hear her, or if it was just her.

“Well,” she said. “I’d say we’re certainly maintaining our cover.” She got up from the bed. “Now let’s have some of this top-shelf wine you’ve gotten us.”

And he just kind of looked at her, hair a mess, shorter than usual without her shoes. He had seen her dishevelled before – after fights, after sex – but not in this way. It was a very familiar dishevelment, and he got the feeling not many people ever got to see her like this.

So he decided to just stay in this moment a little longer. He was looking forward to the sex, to be sure, and they would get to it, but he was afraid that if he didn’t take this chance now, it would never present itself again.

He poured two glasses of wine and held one out to her. “What should we toast to?”

She took it – their fingers brushed – and smiled. “Our wonderful friends, Mr. Sharpe, Murphy, and Leonard for making this all happen.”

“To the bad guys we’ll catch after we’re done fooling around in this hotel room our work paid for,” Jack said and they clinked glasses and took a sip.

Peggy refrained from making a face after tasting the wine, but he could tell.

“It’s not very good,” he said.

“It’s not,” she agreed. “But fortunately, that’s not it’s primary purpose.” Then she downed her glass and held it out to him, raising her eyebrows: a challenge.

Jack chuckled and refilled her glass. “Alright, then!” He finished his glass nearly as quickly and as he was refilling it, he saw Peggy fiddling with the record player.

“What are you–?” A loud, jazzy song began to play.

She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the open space in the room so quickly he nearly spilled his wine. “Come on,” she said.

He downed half his glass – dancing with Peggy seemed like one of those things you would need a little liquid courage for – and set it down on the table before placing a hand on her waist and taking her other hand in his.

“You never struck me as the type who liked dancing,” he said as they turned around the room.

“Yes, well.” Her smile wavered a moment. “It can be difficult to find a partner who is… adequate.”

“Adequate,” he said slowly. “We’re still talking about dancing, right?”

She rolled her eyes and hit him in the shoulder. “Only one thing on your mind, I swear.”

“No but I mean–” Not sure why he was about to bring this up, he does it anyway. “Sousa.”

She frowned a moment, then took a sip of wine. “Daniel is… complicated.”

“Complicated? He seems like the simplest thing ever, and I mean that as a sincere compliment.”

Peggy was quiet for a moment and Jack was beginning to think he had crossed a line when she said, “For months after Steve died, I thought I would never get over it. I wanted to throw myself into work to distract myself, but administrative work doesn’t exactly keep the mind off things.”

“So you decided to work for Stark.”

“I never worked for Howard,” she said quickly. “He asked for my help, and I helped him. Because he was my friend. And also because it gave me some purpose, so I could stop wallowing in it all.”

Peggy avoided showing weakness – or even acknowledging that she ever was weak – Jack knew that. He first thought it was just a way to get ahead at work, but now he was sure it was more than that. Which was why he couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. That she was telling him all this.

“And then you all found out, and Daniel was–” She shook her head. “Furious.”

Jack remembered. Dooley had rarely before let Sousa take such a big role in an important interrogation. And it was partially because he had been the one to put it all together, but Jack was sure it also had to do with the rage that fairly rolled off of him. He was certain Dooley had looked at him and thought he could use that to break her. He was wrong of course.

“And I knew it would be different with him, more of a betrayal, because we were actually friends.”

“And cause he had a thing for you.”

“But it made him sloppy, and cruel,” she continued. “He couldn’t see past the fact that I’d lied to him. He saw me as some poor, innocent, overlooked girl, and the moment there was a crack in the image, his whole perception of me shattered.” She looked at him. “But you– You could tell there was something more going on. Maybe because we weren’t as close and you could be more objective, but…”

He couldn’t exactly tell her that wasn’t true. “It didn’t make sense,” he said. As much as he didn’t like thinking about that time, that was when he finally got her. He’d gotten a glimpse in Russia, but it hadn’t clicked until she gave up Captain America’s blood.

He thought that maybe he should tell her that, or at least a part of that. He should tell her something.

But then the record skipped and seemed to shake Peggy out of her divulgatory mood. She kind of laughed and took a sip of wine. “I’m not sure where I was going with all that. What I meant to say is, through all of that, I realized that it wouldn’t work, Daniel and I.” She shrugged. “Which is probably a good thing, because I don’t want to be the girl who goes off chasing after a man. And I like New York.”

“Cheers to that,” Jack said, swiping the wine bottle off the table and clinking it against her half full glass before taking a long swig.

“You had better leave some for me,” she scolded.

“C’mon, let’s eat before we get too full on wine.”

And the conversation lightened considerably as they sat down to eat their nearly-forgotten sandwiches.

They settled back into their familiar surface-level banter. They flirted and they teased and they acted as though the conversation never happened.

They finished the bottle and debated ordering up another one before getting far too distracted with pulling each other’s clothes off as quickly as possible.

They were both far past tipsy and on the precipice of drunk, but they were supposed to be newlyweds, right? They were allowed to make a bit of a ruckus, laughing and moaning and accidentally falling out of bed.

That said, their neighbours were probably grateful when they passed out in a tangle of naked limbs and floral sheets around two in the morning.

It was the first time they had spent the night together. Also the first time they had had sex in a bed.

And when Peggy woke up, she looked over to see Jack’s sleeping face, much softer around the edges than she was used to. She felt a sort of warm feeling creep into her chest and, oh.

Oh, no.

This was worse than habit, or reliance, or even comfort. Far, far worse.

Peggy did not really believe in God but as she looked over at Jack, she was certain someone up there had it out for her. There could be no other reason for this to happen besides someone wanting a laugh.

Because they were both rational adults who should be able to navigate a relationship like this without catching feelings.

She knew she should stop staring before he woke up, because the last thing she needed was him holding this over her. So she extricated herself from the sheets, grabbed her clothes, and retreated to the bathroom.

Staring her in the face as soon as she entered was a picture frame with the embroidered words, I love you for sentimental reasons on it.

“Oh, sod off,” she told it.

She put herself together, all the while telling herself that she was a professional and she would do this job properly, no matter what she may – or may not be – feeling.

Jack woke up alone, which was fine.

He rolled over to murmur, “Good morning,” but found Peggy’s side of the bed empty, which made sense. They didn’t spend the night, they didn’t sleep together. They had sex. They were coworkers who had sex, and nothing more.

Or, perhaps a little bit more.

After last night, Jack would say that they were probably friends. Work friends, at the least.

He sat up and saw the light on in the bathroom and heard movement inside. He sighed and got out of bed. As enjoyable as it was, this op had been a bit of a bust. They had not learned anything more about the chemicals being brought into the country.

“You almost done in there, Marge?” he called. “You know they only serve breakfast till nine, and since it comes with the room, I’d like to get my money’s worth.”

“Your money’s worth?” She opened the door. “I thought this was a business expense.”

Peggy looked good. Which she generally did. But there was something different about her this morning. He wondered if she had done something different with her hair or her make up or something.

Jack stared at her blankly for such a long moment that Peggy wondered if he was hungover. Surely, he wasn’t that much of a lightweight.

“Jack?”

He blinked. “Right. Lemme just get dressed and we’ll go.”

As they headed down for breakfast, Peggy caught Jack stealing glances at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. Which she wasn’t, of course, but she could see him out of the corner of her eye, squinting at her like he was trying to figure something out.

Then the elevator dinged and he was James Cooper, doting newlywed, once more. They did not keep their hands off of each other while in line for the buffet and as they filled their plates. They whispered to each other and shared not-so-secret smiles. Peggy was almost certain that Jack was keeping meticulous track of every touch since he seemed to kiss her cheek at least once every sixty seconds.

Peggy was certain the whole dining room was already sick of them by the time they had grabbed food and sat down.

“Not really keeping a low profile, there, Thompson,” she said in a low voice.

“What? Am I making you uncomfortable?” It was a challenge and Peggy knew it.

“Not at all, darling.” She let her real accent slip through, just to see if he would react to it. He did, shifting in his seat and looking away before regaining his composure.

He tilted his head, looking at her for a moment, before reaching across the table, taking her hand in his and gently pulling it forward so he could graze his lips ever so softly across her knuckles and the ring. His eyes never left hers and there was already a secret thrill thrumming through Peggy’s body when he said, softly, “You’d better be careful, Peggy, I could charm the pants off Harry Truman himself if I wanted to.”

It was a comment that should have made her laugh – a few weeks ago it would have. But now she realized that while his charm may or may not be effective when it came to the current president, it was when it came to her.

And Peggy knew that it was probably very stupid to play what was essentially affectionate chicken with a man she was starting to develop real feelings for, but she had never been able to resist a challenge.

So she ducked her head, looked at him through her eyelashes like she was going to play coy, then said, “Charm the pants off?” She reached her free hand under the table and ran it from his knee up his thigh. “Don’t give me any ideas.”

Jack appeared to choke on his breath for a moment but managed to clear his throat. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, letting go of her hand and focusing on his plate. “Maybe we’re getting too much into the cover.”

She pulled her hand back from his leg, surprised and a bit confused by his sudden change in demeanour. Had he not been the one who just teased her about being uncomfortable? “Right,” she said, picking up a piece of toast. “Of course.”

Jack stole a glance at her and while she had always been good at hiding her feelings, he had been around her long enough to see the way she had deflated a bit. He did feel kind of bad about saying it, but they needed to make sure the lines were clear, right? It wouldn’t do to have one of them get a false idea of what they were to each other.

But Peggy was nothing if not a professional. She smiled at him like an adoring wife and only he could tell it was fake. So he played along and they gott through breakfast.

And they played along in the busy elevator and the hallway to their room, where they packed up their things and hardly spoke to each other. And they played along and they played along and Jack got the sinking feeling that they were through. That he had somehow crossed a line at breakfast that he didn’t even realize was there until it was too late.

He looked over at Peggy, who sat beside him in the back of the taxi, her hand in his. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Of course, my love,” she said in her fake accent with fake love in her voice. “I’ve never been better.” And she kissed him on the cheek and he just wanted her to answer as herself, to tell him the truth because he was getting the feeling that when they arrived at work and the charade was truly over that she would never really talk to him again. Not about anything real at least.

But he just smiled and looked ahead again, playing with her hand in his because god help him if this was the last time he got to touch her.

“Here we are,” the taxi driver said, pulling onto the side of the street. “The New York Bell Company Office.”

Jack reached into his coat for his wallet and Peggy stepped out without a word. She took her bag from the trunk and headed inside.

“She’s a bit hot and cold, your old lady,” the taxi driver said.

“You have no idea,” Jack said.

Peggy was already chatting with the lady who replaced Rose – he could not remember her name – when he caught up to her.

In the elevator, they were quiet for a moment until Peggy said, “About what you said at breakfast.”

And Jack was ready to apologise, almost willing to tell her how he really felt, but she continued before he managed to get the words out.

“If you would like to terminate our sexual relationship due to the complications it causes in our working relationship, I understand.”

“No,” Jack said, a little too forcefully. “No, I just meant that while undercover it’s easy to get carried away.”

Peggy nodded. “Right, yes. Very good.”

The elevator doors opened before Jack was able to ask anything else.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Chen called out. “How was the honeymoon?”

“Not as informative as we hoped it would be,” Peggy said. She shed her undercover persona as easily as she took off her coat, getting straight to business.

Jack watched her slip the ring off her finger with a distinct feeling of loss.

Peggy didn’t realize she was being followed until she stepped out of the subway car at her usual stop. She should have noticed the tall man in a trench coat earlier but she was preoccupied thinking about the undercover op. And Jack.

He was on her mind a lot these days, and not just in a ‘when can I get his skin on mine again’ sort of way, but in a soft morning, eating breakfast together sort of way.

That was what she was thinking about when she saw the man step onto the platform and realized that he had been standing outside the office when she left it as well. And now, as she made her way up the stairs to street level, he followed her.

The last thing she wanted to do was lead him to her home, where she could endanger Angie and all the other girls, so she went the opposite way, hoping to lose him in the busy streets.

But no matter how many alleys she slipped through and stores she ducked into, he was always there behind her. And she found herself in a less busy neighbourhood where it was more and more difficult to blend in with the crowds.

By now, he must have known that she knew she was being followed, so she decided the best thing to do was find a place to stand and fight. She stopped at a pawn shop, pretending to look at the wares in the window while glancing over to see the man awkwardly hanging back at the corner of an alley. She turned and walked right past him into the alley. She heard him begin to follow, somewhat uncertainly, and she quickly turned, landing a kick to his gut that tore at the seams of her skirt. Peggy bloody Cooper née Lydon and her adherence to fashion over practicality.

However, the kick surprised him enough that she was able to knock him out without too much fuss.

She didn’t see the second man until his bullet tore a painful path through her jacket and blouse and side. She cried out, tripping back as she pulled her gun from its holster. She stumbled behind a dumpster, leaning against the wall as she listened for him. He approached slowly, dragging his feet like he had never been taught the basics of moving around quietly.

Peggy took a steadying breath, ducked down and barrelled into him. A shot rang out but hit the brick wall behind her. She tackled him to the ground and his head hit the pavement so hard he was knocked out. Peggy stood up shakily, looking around. If there were two, there could be more, and she was in no state to fight more.

So she shoved her gun back into her jacket, pressed her hand against the bleeding wound, and ran.

Peggy didn’t stop to get her bearings until she was sure there was no one chasing her. Then she stumbled into another alleyway, pain blooming from her abdomen as her adrenaline faded. She leaned against a wall and took a look around, relieved to find that she did know where she was.

Unfortunately, it was nowhere near anyone who she could pop in on at this time of night with a gunshot in her belly.

Except.

She sighed. Of course. Of course she would get chased right into the neighbourhood where Jack lived.

A part of her wanted to risk trying to get back home, just to spare her pride. But she could already feel the wooziness coming on and knew she was being ridiculous. So she pressed her hand hard against the wound and began to make her way down the street.

She was pale and trembling by the time she was at the apartment building. She fumbled inside and leaned against the door frame as she knocked on the door.

Then she remembered it was about one in the morning and pounded harder on the door.

Finally she heard footsteps. “Who the hell is it?”

“Thompson, it’s me.” Peggy found her voice hoarse and sticking in her throat, but somehow he heard her. He opened the door and she nearly fell inside.

“Jesus, Marge,” he said, catching her in time. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Sharpe’s men, I’m guessing” she managed to get out. “Followed me.”

He led her inside, closing and locking the door behind them and deposited her on a chair in the kitchenette. She heard water running and then he was pressing a glass of water into her hand.

“Got anything stronger?” she croaked but gulped it down.

He was already off grabbing a med kit and she watched him, head still woozy. He knelt at her side, unbuttoning her jacket and blouse and gently peeling them away from the wound.

Jack sighed in relief. “It nicked you,” he said. “Pretty deeply, but it didn’t go through.”

“Well, I could’ve told you that,” Peggy said. “I’m the one who got shot.”

He looked up at her with the most disbelieving smile. “You are one of the most aggravating people that I have ever met, you know that?”

One of her hands moved to his face, her fingers sticky against his temple, leaving bloody fingerprints on his skin. “You have lovely eyes,” she murmured before her eyes closed and her head slumped down.

“Shit,” Jack said, surging up to grab her shoulders and shake them. “Carter! Carter, wake up!” When she didn’t, he slapped her face, once, then twice.

She took a shuddering breath and her eyes fluttered open. One hand gripped his arm tight as she looked around the room.

“Where–?”

“It’s okay,” Jack said. “Hey, hey, Peggy, it’s alright. You’re in my apartment.”

She relaxed, though her grip on his arm remained. “Right, yes.” Jack was still very close to her face and she got the fleeting urge to kiss him, just because it would be comforting.

Then he sank down again, focus on the wound. “I’m gonna patch you up now, alright?” he said, hands working deftly to clean it up.

Peggy shifted her gaze from his hands to his face, tight with worry and concentration. His hair, still a mess from bed, and the bloody fingerprints on his temple. If she blurred her eyes, they kind of looked like lipstick marks. The idea made her smile a bit, Jack and her after a late night out, stumbling home, his hair a mess from how many times she had run her fingers through it, her lipstick smudged and leaving marks on his mouth and face and neck. Falling into bed and passing out in each other’s arms. Waking up in the late morning hours, only to stay in bed and fool around.

She managed to stop her imagination there, as difficult as it was with Jack’s hands so gently touching her, putting her back together.

Maybe…

Jack looked up at her. The bandaging was in place and he was asking her something.

“Hmmm?”

He smiled softly. “You should lie down,” he said.

She tried to stand but got dizzy just thinking about it. Jack stood up, slipped an arm beneath her legs and around her shoulders and easily picked her up and carried her – bridal style – to his bed. She leaned against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against her cheek. It was steadying.

He placed her on the bed, leaning down to gently take off her shoes, and then proceeded to tuck her in – something she would protest against if she were not in her condition. And the bed smelled like him and it brought her back to the hotel, to waking up next to him – and that feeling of maybe I want to do this forever.

It was somehow less terrifying now.

“I’ll be right over there if you–” He began to turn away, but Peggy rallied the last bit of strength she had left to reach out and grab his arm.

“Stay,” was all she could say, heavy eyelids drooping closed, but he understood. She felt his weight beside her, the careful way he positioned himself so he could hold her without hurting her. She drifted off with her fingers tangled with his and some partially-formed thought trying to make its way from her heart to her mind.

Jack didn’t fall asleep quite so easily. He looked down at Peggy, her usually perfect hair a sweaty mess. He could not deny the panicky feeling in his chest when he first saw her at his door, nearly passed out, blood seeping between her fingers, eyes desperate. He could not deny what that did to him – just like he could not deny why.

It was a bit of an anti-climactic epiphany, and he knew it didn’t really matter anyway. She was always the one who made sure it was clear that whatever it was they had, it was only physical. Besides, he knew he was not her type anyway. She went for the good guy, the nice guy, the Steve Rogers and Daniel Sousas of the world. And she was right to. They were the only ones who came close to deserving her.

So he held Peggy, staying vigilant in case she was followed and someone tried to attack her in this rare vulnerable moment. And he knew that, just like this night would end and she would leave his bed, so would this whatever-it-was end, and he would lose her. So he was not gonna miss a minute of it.

Peggy woke up to the smell of coffee and a sore everything. For a moment, she was confused about where she was, until she breathed in Jack’s scent on the pillow and relaxed again.

“Jack?” she murmured sleepily.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said and she rolled over to see him come over with a steaming cup of coffee, which he set on the bedside table, beside the med kit.

She started to sit up, winced at the pain in her abdomen, and before she knew it, Jack was knelt on the ground, helping her sit up. He looked up at her, searching her eyes to see if she was okay and Peggy could not get enough of how he was looking at her. Not like she was fragile or broken, but like she was not indestructible. She had never thought of Jack as anything even close to tender or gentle, but here he was, looking up at her like a devoted acolyte.

As she drank her coffee, she took the chance to look around Jack’s apartment. Since they had a strict no-staying-over policy, she had never really had the time to.

It was a bit bare, and she wondered how long he had lived here. There were a few pictures on the walls and shelves, and a few books, but not many other personal items.

There was also something else odd that it took her a few minutes to pinpoint. Most homes she spent any time in had some sort of war medal or other commendation displayed somewhere, since almost all the men she knew had served.

But of course, Jack’s Navy Cross would not be displayed with any sort of prominence. She imagined he kept it in the bottom of a drawer somewhere.

For the millionth time, Peggy wondered why on earth he had ever told her about that. It was not as though they had been particularly close back then.

Peggy looked over at him. He sat at the small table, pretending to read the paper, but glancing at her every now and then.

“Jack?”

“Yeah?” he said, immediately putting down the paper and getting up.

She hesitated. “Nevermind.”

He looked like he wanted to insist on it but changed his mind. “How are you feeling?” he asked instead.

She shrugged. “Alright. This isn’t the first time I’ve been shot.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He pulled up a chair to the side of the bed, reaching out a hand to pull back the sheets and then stopped. “Can I…?”

“Yes, of course,” Peggy said, setting the now-empty mug back on the side table.

He pulled back the sheet and carefully peeled away the bandage. He nodded.

“What’s the verdict, doctor?” Peggy asked.

“Eh, you’ll live,” he said, applying disinfectant before bandaging it up again.

“Oh, good,” she said. “So I’ll be spared the scandal of dying in a bachelor’s apartment.”

He looked up at her.

“People would talk,” she said.

Jack chuckled and shook his head.

Against his protestations, she insisted she was fine to go back to her apartment after lunch, but he did insist on driving her, which she appreciated, but didn’t tell him.

Angie was just coming home from her shift as they arrived and helped Peggy up to their room, Jack hovering behind them the whole way.

“Make sure you replace the bandages every–”

“Jack,” she interrupted. “I do believe you and I received the same training. I am perfectly capable, and Angie will help if need be.”

Angie scrunched her nose. “Don’t count on it. I’m not good with blood.”

Jack looked like he wanted to use this as an argument against her, but before he could, Peggy said, “I’ll see you at work, Jack.”

“Not for a week at least,” he said.

Peggy glared at him.

Jack sighed. “Please, just take it easy for like two, three days.”

“Alright.”

He turned to Angie. “Make sure she doesn’t do anything too… Well, just try to stop her from doing things in general.”

“Aye aye cap’n,” Angie said, looking between him and Peggy curiously.

Jack gave Peggy one last nod and then left the apartment. As soon as the door closed, Angie turned to Peggy. “Oh my god, is that the no-strings coworker?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“You described him as ‘one of the worse ones,’” she said. “But he seemed positively sweet.”

“Oh, believe me, this is a far cry from his usual behaviour.”

Angie nodded. “So, are you allowed to tell me how this–” She gestured at Peggy’s abdomen. “–happened or is it classified?”

“Well, the wound is a result of someone shooting at me.”

“Gee, thanks, Peg, very enlightening.” Angie rolled her eyes.

Jack managed to not visit Peggy for a full two days. Then he showed up at her door with a bottle of scotch and a bouquet of flowers. This time Angie was just leaving as he arrived.

“Hey, English,” she called into the apartment. “Your not-boyfriend is here to see you!”

“Colleague or bothersome acquaintance would be just as accurate, you know,” Peggy called from inside.

“Or extremely handsome work friend,” Jack suggested.

Angie narrowed her eyes at him. “Maybe I’ll just go back to fat-headed male co-worker.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” he said as she left.

Peggy was sitting in a chair by the window, open book in her lap.

“How’re you doing?” he asked.

“I am somehow managing to survive without your help,” she said, regarding him and his gifts curiously. “Are you here to wish me better, or are you a particularly scandalous prom date?”

Jack smiled. “Oh, are you rethinking our conversation about our high school selves?”

“Most certainly not,” she said. “Morbid curiosity does not necessarily equal attraction.”

Jack shrugged. “It can.” He placed the flowers and bottle on a side table and sat across from Peggy. He took a deep breath and looked at her like he was about to say something but appeared to change his mind. Then he rose abruptly and went over to the window, looking out at the city.

Peggy just watched him, a little amused.

He turned back to her. “Peggy,” he said, then hesitated again. “Do you want to go out with me?”

Peggy was quiet for a moment. “Is this another callback to that conversation?”

“No,” Jack said quickly. “I mean, yeah. I mean, enjoy the whiskey.” And then he was out of the apartment before Peggy could say anything.

She wondered when she let it slip that she liked whiskey. She wondered why the hell he remembered.

Peggy returned to work the next day, not necessarily because she felt entirely up to it, but because Jack’s behaviour yesterday was so intriguing, she couldn’t not appear unexpectedly just to see how he’d react. When she entered the bullpen, he was in his office and didn’t notice her, so she simply sat at her desk and began to go through her notes, waiting.

The door to his office opened and Peggy looked over at him. His jaw clenched slightly.

“What’re you doing here, Marge?” he asked. He sounded tired.

“I work here,” she said.

“I told you to take at least three days off.”

“You actually said two or three,” Peggy said. “And also you can’t tell me what–”

“I am literally your boss,” he interrupted.

No one was actually watching them, but Peggy knew that the other agents were listening intently while they pretended to work. Jack seemed to notice this as well.

“In my office, now,” he said.

Peggy waited until he had turned away before standing up, determined not to let him see her wince as she did so. It would not help her argument.

“Do you get off on disobeying authority?” Jack asked, when she had closed the door behind her.

“Do you want a serious answer?”

He sighed. “Go home, Peggy.”

“I will stay at my desk and do paperwork, I swear.”

“Believe it or not, we can get stuff done without you,” he said. “Don’t need you getting into trouble when you’re not at 100%.”

“I don’t see how I will get into any trouble at my desk.”

“I’m sure you’d find a way.”

Peggy crossed her arms. “Is this about me getting followed, because that could have just as easily been you.”

“You said yourself you should’ve noticed him. You were obviously distracted.”

“Distracted?” She was surprised and a little offended at the suggestion.

“Yeah, our whole thing was messing with you.”

“Well, I wasn’t the only one, James Cooper.”

“Only one? I knew it!” Jack exclaimed.

“Knew what?”

“You have feelings for me too.”

“I don’t see why you should be so triumphant given you just admitted it yourself.”

He stared at her, shaking his head. “C’mon, you’ve gotta go out with me now.”

“I don’t believe that falls under your authority as chief, so I don’t need to do anything.”

Jack sighed. “You’re–”

“Impossible, yes, I am aware,” Peggy interrupted.

“No – well, yeah, you are, but I don’t care.”

She tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows.

“Yes, you’re the most frustratingly stubborn person I’ve ever met, but I–” He saw Peggy try to hide a growing smile. “You know,” he said.

“Know what?”

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?”

“I would prefer to avoid any misunderstanding.”

“If I do, will you go home until you’re recovered?”

“I will consider it,” she said, and when Jack frowned, she continued. “What? You didn’t think I’d start listening to you just because I’m in love with you, did you?”

Jack’s response caught in his throat as her words sank in. Peggy smiled. “Jack Thompson at a loss for words, I wish I wasn’t the only one seeing this.” She patted his arm. “I may find the need to go to the file room later, where you can find me once you have recovered.”

Jack watched her go, her words bouncing around his mind like a pinball machine. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he found his way to the file room, where Peggy stood with her back to the door, an open box in front of her. She turned when she heard him.

“It’s about ti–” she began to say, but Jack closed the door and grabbed her and kissed her in one fluid motion. He pulled her close – careful to avoid her wound – and pressed her against the table. Peggy winced but grabbed the lapels of his jacket tightly, matching his determined energy.

When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Jack said, breathless, “Go out with me.”

“Is that an order, chief?” she asked.

“Would that make a difference?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

“I will go out with you,” she said after a moment. “On one condition.”

“Anything,” he murmured.

“You stop calling me Marge.”

He pulled away. “It’s a nickname, a term of endearment.”

“I’m sure.”

“Is that your only condition?”

She thought for a moment. “Yes.”

“Alright, fine.”

The door opened suddenly, and they heard Chen begin to say, “I knew you two–” before Peggy had him pinned against the wall.

“If you tell anyone, I will ensure you regret it,” she said. “Do you believe me?”

He nodded, eyes wide. She let him go and he hurried out of the room.

Jack whistled. “Guess I don’t have to worry about threatening guys who hit on you. You’d have murdered them before I got a chance.”

“If you threatened a guy who hit on me, I’d beat you up myself,” she said with a smile.

“Baby, don’t threaten me with a good time,” he said, pulling her close again.

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[thespiritoflife]

I noticed that there are only a few stories about Jack Thompson and the reader.  So I decided to make a story. 💟  I would like to write more parts, so I would be pleased to hear it from you if you really want me to write more parts.🖤

Pairing: Jack x reader

Warnings: none except grammatical errors

Summary: You are Dooley's daughter.  You work in SSR.  You like Jack here.  I think that's enough for summary🤣

Just a coincidence- part 1

(not my gif, I found it on internet!)

YEAR 1946

I got off the train.  The sun warmed my skin.  This was unusual, the sun was rarely shining in New York.

I sighed and pulled my suitcase off the train.  Shit, I shouldn't have taken so many things.  The suitcase was terribly heavy now.

"Wait, I'll help you with that."  someone said.

That someone was a man. A very attractive man to be exact.  He was dressed in a long coat, with a gray hat on his head.  His eyes glowed with gray color, and a few light strands of hair fell to his face.

I tried not to stare at him.

He took my suitcase.

"Thank you very much,"  I said.

He nodded.  "You're welcome."

"All you have to do is help me with that suitcase for that road, I'll order a taxi there,"  I said.

He nodded again and we started walking.  The way was quiet, what were we supposed to talk about?  But one thing I knew, I will be thinking about this handsome guy for a long time.

We were at the finish way.   I turned to him and smiled.  "Thank you again. I couldn't do it by myself.."

"Have a nice day, miss."  and he walked away with it.

I stared at his back.  Funny, he looked exactly like one of those guys from my father's company.

I shook my head and called for a taxi.

"Daughter! You're finally back!"  my father and mom greeted me.

I hugged them.  I also completely missed them.

"Come to the kitchen, mom prepared a feast for your return," he smirked.

"Dad, I'll just change, okay?"  I said.

"Okay, just hurry up."

I found myself in my old room.  I sighed and sank to the bed.  I should be happy.  I'm home from university.  It's summer.  So why did I feel so weird?  So lonely?  Was it because almost everyone my age got engaged, married, and had children?  And I still haven't experienced my first relationship.

I'm thinking too much.

Mom's turkey tasted great.  I praised it and my mom was happy.

"What are you going to do over the summer, Y / N?"  my father asked me.

I drank some wine.  "I'd like to find a job. I need money."

My father looked at me proudly.  "That's my daughter. By the way, I am looking for a secretary for my job. Don't you want?"

"I don't know .. thank you for the offer, but ... wouldn't that be weird?"

By the way, did I mention that dad's job isn't a typical job?  It's an agent company.

"I don't think so. Think about it and let me know, okay?"  he wiped his mouth on a napkin.

I nodded.  "Of course."

I decided to go to SSR.  After all ... why not?  It will only be for the summer.  And I need money.  Yes, I could get another work ... but something was pulling me into the SSR.

My father and I drove in a limousine toward his work.  I told him not to say too much that I am his daughter and to pretend that I am just an ordinary secretary.  

My father rolled his eyes but agreed that he won't reveal our relationship.

We finally found ourselves in the SSR.  As soon as we came in, all eyes were on me.  It was not extra pleasant for me.  Especially when those eyes belonged to men.

My father introduced me.  "Gentlemen, this is my daughter. She'll be the secretary."

I rolled my eyes.  Was he serious?  We have agreed on something!

He smiled apologetically at me.  He introduced me to a couple of men.

"Now I'll introduce you, Y / N, to a great man. He's in the office. Come on."

I sighed and went to the office with him.

A man was sitting at the table.  He was writing something, but as soon as we entered he stood up.

"Good afternoon, Dooley,"  he said and looked at me.

Shit.

That's the man from the train station!  That one whose I couldn't get out of my head for so long!

He looked confused but also amused at the same time.

So it's a coincidence.

"Jack, this is my daughter Y / N, which I've already told you about. Y / N, this is Jack Thompson. She'll be working here. Watch over her, please."

What did he tell him about me?  And what?  I hope he didn't embarrass me.

"We've seen each other at the station before. I helped her with the suitcase,"  he explained to my father.

I nodded.

"Really? It's a coincidence."  my father remarked.

Jack and I shook hands.  He had a large, pleasant, smooth palm.  He looked very good in that white shirt.

Okay, admire sideways, it will be my colleague!

"Welcome here, Y / N. I hope you will feel good with us,"  he said.

"Thank you. I definitely will."  I said.

My father looked at us with a strange look that I could not define.  But then he said quickly. "Get to work!"

The day went quite quickly.  Jack explained everything to me, I remembered all, and he then remarked that I am a wise woman.  Did he flatter me?

I blushed like a naive girl.  Such a handsome man never praised me!

Then he said that if I needed anything, I wouldn't be afraid to go after him.  And with that, he walked away.

Of course, he was nice because I'm his boss's daughter.  He couldn't be unpleasant.

I sat down at the table and started making a pile of paperwork.

When he left the office, he smiled beautifully at me.

I almost forgot what I was writing, but I also smiled at him and looked back at the paper.

What am I going to do?  I thought.  This will not end well.

#jack thompson x reader #jack thompson x you #jack thompson x y/n #jack thompson fic #jack thompson fanfic #jack thompson fanfiction #agent carter fanfiction #agent carter #marvel #mcu oneshot

[asirensrage]

Writer 20 Questions!

I was tagged by @ninjasawakenedmystar! Thanks for that! I'll tag anyone who wants to answer them! Consider this your tag!

1 . How many works do you have on AO3?

53

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

766,741

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Oh god. Too many. Divergent. Stranger Things. Supernatural. Shadow and Bone. MCU. HP. Spartacus. Leverage. Jack Reacher. John Wick. Criminal Minds. Teen Wolf. The Walking Dead. Lord of the Rings. Star Trek. Beauty and the Beast. The Lost Boys. Sons of Anarchy. Knives Out. Naruto. Jujutsu Kaisen. Demon Slayer. My Hero Academia. Tokyo Revengers. Blade. True Blood. From Dusk Til Dawn. Star Wars. BtvS.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down. The Art of Seclusion. there's a heaven above you (don't you cry). Barred. It's Always Darkest Before the (Second) Dawn

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. I like to have conversations with people and I like to know what they're thinking about when it comes to my writing. I'm super behind on responding to them rn though.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Art of Seclusion lol (so far. my unpublished My Hero Academia fic might be angstier. It'll depend if I get free reign or if my character cooperates tbh)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh....Caught in the Crossfire? Or some of my oneshots.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

I have, but not much.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Hahaha, yes. Caught in the Crossfire is a bit of a huge crossover with characters from other fandoms appearing in Supernatural.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down. Except they tried to change the name of the main character...to Sammy....but Tammy is a canon character.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Someone translated my Divergent oneshot Famous Last Words into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes! Caught in the Crossfire is cowritten, as are a few of my fics that I work on with @vixenofcourse (such as Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down and there's a heaven above you (don't you cry).

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

My ocs with all of their pairings 😉

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm not answering this. My goal is to finish all of them. I know how most of them will end. I have most of them fully planned out.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Description lolll

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I usually don't do it unless I know the proper way to write it in that language or I'll write it in English and make it known it's supposed to be a different language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Hahaha, Archie Comics when I was a kid.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

All of them. I reread my own work all the time!

#writing questions #thing i'm tagged in

[darkpeacemusic]

Rules for my asks/requests

Plz read before asking for requests

Fandoms and characters I will accept (so far):

Stranger Things (Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan)

Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Candyman, pennywise (1990), Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Billy Lenz, Carrie, Chucky, Tiffany, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Jennifer Check, Norman Bates, Sinclair Brothers, Harry Warden)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (both games and movie) (Michael Afton, Mike Schmidt, Vanessa A., Vanessa Shelley, any animatronics except BB and JJ, Gregory (platonic only), Cassie (platonic only), Abby Schmidt (platonic only), Henry Emily)

Beetlejuice (Lydia Deetz, Beetlejuice)

Final Girls/Guy (Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Ash Williams)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward, Al)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa)

South Park (Kenny, Kyle, Butters)

Creepypasta (Ben Drowned (platonic only), Jeff, Liu, Jane, Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Slender brothers (platonic only), Sally (platonic only), Dr Smiley, Nurse Ann, Nina, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, The Puppeteer, Clockwork, Rouge, Zalgo (platonic only), Nathan, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, Jill, Sadie)

DCEU (Bruce Wayne)

MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, Iida, Todoroki, Awaiza (platonic only), Mina, Tyusu, Momo)

MCU (Tony Stark (platonic only), Steve Rogers (platonic only) Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Bruce Banner)

Harry Potter (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore (platonic only), Nevel, Remus, the Weasley twins (Fred and George), Luna, Ginny, Draco)

What I will write

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

Canon x canon headcanons (as long as it's appropriate)

Fluff

Angst

Gender neutral reader

Child reader (plantonic)

NSFW/Smut

Poly (only if the characters are the same age and are not related to each other)

S/Os with certain mental illnesses (eg anxiety, OCD, depression)

What I will not accept

Any specific gender reader (Cuz I don’t want to offend anyone by accident)

Rape

Abuse

Parent S/O

Trans S/O (again trying not offend anyone by accident)

Incest

Pedophilla

Pregnant S/O

#my writing #slasher #pin post #author #writers on tumblr #rules #rules for requests #creepypasta #dceu

[shesthejukeboxhero]

MASTERLIST

*= prioritized/characters I enjoy writing for the most

MARVEL

Steve Rogers*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Baron Helmut Zemo

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Krasinski!Reed Richards*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Jack Thompson

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove*

ONESHOTS:

No One Like You- You arrive at Tina’s Halloween party, and a certain blond haired boy meets your eye.

Those Damn Red Shorts- As the sister of Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove is the one man that is considered “off-limits”. That all changed after you got a job at the Hawkins Community Pool.

Don’t Blame Me- What would have happened if instead of Billy being flayed, it was his girlfriend?

HEADCANONS:

Jason Carver*

ONESHOTS:

Paradise City- When Lucas’ new friend makes a pit stop in Hawkins, they catch the eye of one starry-eyed blond.

HEADCANONS:

Steve Harrington

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

KNIVES OUT

Ransom Drysdale*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

GLASS ONION

Miles Bron*

ONESHOTS:

Midnights Become Our Afternoons- Working at the Glass Onion during it’s prime, you’re bound to meet some pretty interesting people. One of which is Miles Bron.

HEADCANONS:

Dating Miles Bron Headcanons

Dating Miles Bron Headcanons Part 2

GREYS ANATOMY

Mark Sloan

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Tom Koracick

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter*

SERIES:

Smart Alec- You’re a first-year initiation instructor, and an Erudite transfer is making it his goal to get under your skin.

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

THE HUNGER GAMES

Finnick Odair*

SERIES:

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

DAISY JONES AND THE SIX

Billy Dunne

SERIES:

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

THE BOYS

Soldier Boy*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Homelander*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

MORTAL KOMBAT

Johnny Cage*

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

Kurtis Stryker

ONESHOTS:

HEADCANONS:

** I WILL WRITE THESE TWO TOGETHER WITH READER! **

#miles bron x reader #billy hargrove x reader #eric coulter x reader #krasinski!reed richards #baron zemo #jason carver #steve harrington x reader #steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale #mark sloan x reader #tom koracick #finnick odair x reader #billy dunne x reader #homelander x reader #soldier boy x reader #kurtis stryker x reader #johnny cage x reader #x reader

[avatarskywalker78]

Some more fics of mine - standalones (well, a few are part of a series but are currently the only entry so I'm putting them here):

of legacies and lies - Jack Thompson's granddaughter Alex, a SHIELD agent, deals with the aftermath of the HYDRA reveal while trying to get back home. Meanwhile her grandparents try and make sure she isn't made into a scapegoat by the authorities.

a god's reflection - a rewritten Loki oneshot set between Thor 1 and Thor 2 as he reflects on his actions on Midgard.

when one door closes (another opens) - Brianna Thawne, the Cobalt Blue of Earth-4 and its 22nd Century, joins her world's Legends after she stops Kate Allen from changing time, an action which caused a rift in Team Flash and left Brianna ostracised.

now we have (the freedom to choose) - Legends of Tomorrow AU, where Carter realises that now he's finally free of the cycle, maybe he doesn't have to be with Kendra.

you've always been (a part of me) - Krypton Post-Canon AU, set decades after the show, where Seg is hit with the reminder of his husband's mortality and doesn't deal with it well

speak (and i'll listen) - MonWinn oneshot, set post the Music Meister, in which Winn stresses out and Mon-El comforts him

to new beginnings - Westhallen New Year's Resolution fic for Polyam Shipping Day in January 2022

doubt (and the bonds of love) - when Mon-El becomes distant, Winn can't figure out why until Kara points out that he's not the only insecure one in the relationship

the future (is ours) - a Flash AU where Iris is the Flash and Barry and Eddie are the ones dating. Eobard has been defeated and everyone's made it out the other side...but Eddie fears for his relationship after finding out Barry and Iris were meant to be together...

right here (is where i'm meant to be) - fluffy, lazy morning Segdam oneshot

to live and rise (and hope again) - focuses on Eliana Kent, the daughter of Clark Kent and Lana Lang from another universe, who was forced to flee her own world with thousands of others after draconian anti-alien measures were enforced. Settling on Earth-38 with her adoptive aunts, Eliana doesn't expect anything drastic to happen...until the rest of her powers start setting in...

Ambiguity - FFN import, written for Stupid Mario Bros and a Mr L centric fic as he fights to fight his host body's brother

the truth (long overdue) - Spider-Man 2 AU where Peter goes back to explain everything to Harry and unknowingly averts tragedy later down the line

one night changes nothing (except when it changes everything) - Krypton fic where Seg and Adam sleep together one night early in S1 but Adam figures nothing's gonna change, because it's not like Seg of all people would return his feelings (hint: he's wrong)

remaining steadfast (accepting your purpose) - Robin of Sherwood S3 AU where Robert of Huntingdon stays the first time around, nervous as he is about stepping into the shoes of a hero

true friendship (becomes stronger over time) - Link & Saria post OOT (child timeline), where an older Link goes to talk to his best friend after feeling out of place recently

we have time (to start over) - X-Men 3 AU where Jean lived and brought Scott back, and now he's trying to figure out why Logan is acting so strange around him (it's the guilt)

i love you (let me show it) - Segdam fic where Seg proposes to Adam out of the blue

i will stand by you (i will help you through) - Angel & Riley friendship fic, in which Angel doesn't act like a dick in 4x20, instead recognising Riley as a young man in pain, and this has a massive effect on things

discussions and coffee (at three am) - Legends AU where Henry Heywood lived and is now a Legend alongside his grandson

#Thirsty Thursday #AO3 #my fanfiction

[captainsophiestarkreading]

September and October Fic Recs!

The end of my September/whole of October ended up being very very very busy so I decided to compress these two months into one! I didn’t get to read quite as much as I wanted to, but when I did have a moment for it, these fics served as much needed breaks from a pretty heavy workload. Check them out and enjoy!

None of these fics are mine! They’re recommendations of other people’s work I’ve read throughout the month(s). Recs are below the cut

Marvel

Sam Wilson

I’ve got time, I’ve got love by @rodrikstark

A really sweet fic with a very stressed out and anxious reader and our very own Captain America. Sam is so loving and caring in this fic and it was SUCH a good read.

Natasha Romanoff

Meet the Avengers by @ghostofskywalker

A sweet and fluffy Nat fic where she shows SERIOUS heart eyes for the reader! We loving seeing secret dating come to light, it’s always an adorable time

Daniel Sousa

Fighting for Us by @ghostofskywalker

A TRULY adorable fic with Daniel and reader, I absolutely LIVE for fics with confessions of feelings and (as usual with Tori) this one is SO well written!! Daniel is one of my faves too, which makes this an extra fun read.

Jack Thompson

By your side by @writeroutoftime

An ADORABLY fluffy fic of Jack and the reader finally finding a way to get married (with a little help from Peggy) despite the SSR throwing everything possible in their way. SO cute

Peggy Carter

The Agent Next Door by @ghostofskywalker

Straight up one of my favorite fics I’ve ever read. Fantastic energy and interactions between Peggy, Jack, and Daniel, and such an adorable flustered Peggy around her crush. Fantastic fic and a serious must-read

Harry Osborn

So Much It Hurts by @shaded-echoes

Technically more of a tasm!Peter Parker angst than a Harry Osborn x reader, although that is the relationship in the fic. Angst, but SO good and SO well written, omg. I’m not usually an angst person but I absolutely loved this fic. Really good story and a really talented writer

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi

So Close Yet So Far by @ghostofskywalker

The origin of my new favorite trope that I didn’t know existed before now. It’s childhood best friends but in the Jedi Order, which is a uniquely special thing to me. Literally so soft and omg, I love it so much

Anakin Skywalker

Heights by @degreeinsimping

Literally a freaking ADORABLE fic with Anakin taking care of a reader who’s got a crush on him when they’re scared of heights. So fluffy and cute and Anakin is written super well! Love him and this fic

Top Gun

No Specific Pairing

Squadron Disney Trip Headcanons by @mouseymagines

Funny, adorable, and super fitting headcanons of a full-squad Disney trip. Absolutely love to see fluffy headcanons like this. I just wanna see the squad hang out and have fun, yk? Also LOVE imagining going to Disney with them

DC

Johnathan Crane

Untitled by @madame-fear

A freaking ADORABLE fic involving a rescue of reader from a spider, one of my favorite tropes since it is very relatable to my own life lol. Such a cute and also really well written fic!

Harry Potter

Sirius Black

Hey Stranger by @robynlilyblack

I was literally squealing at how adorable this fic is!! Very cute relationship and interactions with Sirius and the reader and some FANTASTIC Marauders + Lily and Harry vibes. Screw canon I want this lol!

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Uncle!Cassian x Toddler!Nyx

Walking Through Velaris on a Chilly Night by @fawnandshadows

A very sweet and fluffy little oneshot of Cassian being a good uncle to his adventurous baby nephew. Literally so cute and SUCH good fall vibes

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Keep My Hand in Yours by @harringtown

Some really sweet fluff for our boy Steve! Cuddling, Steve feeling loved and safe, mutual pining and a confession of love - what more could you ask for!

#fic recs #fic rec masterlist #marvel fic recs #marvel fic rec #star wars fic rec #star wars fic recs #dc fic rec #dc fic recs #harry potter fic rec #harry potter fic recs #Sam Wilson fic rec #Daniel Sousa fic rec #Natasha Romanoff fic rec #obi wan Kenobi fic rec #Johnathan crane fic rec #sirius black fic rec #acotar fic rec #Cassian

[xxruinaxxmcu]

Jack Thompson X Reader

What Lies Beneath (Completed) 

Context: You’re an Agent at the SSR and a former special agent during World War Two. Transition into peace time seems difficult, especially as now, the enemy seems to be more elusive than before. It doesn’t help that Jack, whom you knew before the war, just seems like he’s lost part of himself in the Pacific.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10 

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

What Lies Before Us (ongoing) 

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Oneshots (in the same What Lies Beneath universe)

Pre What Lies Beneath: 

A Farewell of Childhood Friends (Jack leaves for basic training, and Y/N begins her journey with the SOE without telling him about it)

An unorthodox Reunion (Jack returns from war and realises nothing is as it had once been. Even Y/N). 

#jack thompson x reader #jack thompson #jack thompson imagine #agent jack thompson #agent jack thompson x reader #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #agent carter #marvel's agent carter

[swan-of-sunrise]

Hi! I'm a huge fan of your Jack Thompson fic and I really love the way that you fleshed out his character, and I was wondering if you're working on another oneshot for your Tales of the SSR series? Thank you for your wonderful writing and I can't wait to read more! 🌸

Hi there! Thank you so much for reading and enjoying Specs and the Flyboy, it's a fic series that holds a special place in my heart and I love hearing how much others enjoy it! As for Tales from the SSR, I'll actually be uploading a new one-shot next week so keep an eye out for that! 💖

#thank you! #specs and the flyboy #tales from the ssr #jack thompson x reader #jack thompson #peggy carter #agent carter #daniel sousa #chief sousa #strategic scientific reserve #marvel cinematic universe

[captainsophiestark]

A Reverse Steve Rogers

Jack Thompson x Reader

Masterlist - Taglist

Requested by @hawaiianpizzaenjoyer !! Thanks for the request, and for being so patient while I got it done! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Y/N, an Avenger, friend of Tony Stark, and the one who helped Steve Rogers adjust to the 21st century after he came out of the ice, gets flung back into the 1940s when something goes wrong on a training mission. She has no idea how long her stay in the 40s might be, but one way or another, it's going to be interesting.

Word Count: 4,684

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: This doesn't follow any of the season 2 timeline lol, just some vague stuff put together for the sake of this story.

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"We could always just find another ticket for her and make up a reason for her to be there on her own..."

"Yeah? Like what? At this event, anybody with the slightest hole in their story is gonna stick out like a sore thumb.”

I looked between Peggy Carter and Daniel Sousa as they talked, frantically trying to figure out what to do with me tonight. They were currently in the middle of breaking up a secret society in Los Angeles, and they had a mission disguised as a date tonight where they'd be infiltrating a fancy party being thrown by said society.

Unfortunately for them, I'd landed in their laps (pretty literally) this afternoon, and accidentally thrown a wrench into their whole operation.

One minute, I'd been doing a training mission with the Avengers. The next, I'd been falling on top of  a desk in the SSR in 1947. I still didn't know exactly what had thrown me back in time, but no matter what the cause, the fact didn't change that I was here, and would be for the foreseeable future.

I'd almost had a heart attack when I'd looked up to see THE Peggy Carter, founder of SHIELD and total badass, standing in front of me. I think I freaked her and Daniel out a little by fangirling the minute I got up off the floor, but a stranger landing in the middle of their super high-level organization probably would've landed me in the interrogation room anyway.

Thankfully, I knew Steve Rogers pretty well, and so did Peggy. I'd mentioned his name briefly when trying to explain how I knew who she was, but then I'd been able to use what I knew about Steve and the stories he'd shared with me to convince her I was telling the truth about time travel.

Since then, we'd done some brief introductions and I'd been let out of the interrogation room. I'd been given the bare minimum details of the mission to understand the conversation, and now I sat on the edge of a desk watching Daniel and Peggy talk as they tried to adjust their plans.

"Perhaps Mr. Jarvis would be available on short notice to take her as a date..." mused Peggy.

"Whoa, Jarvis? Oh my gosh, the real person Jarvis is alive and walking around right now. That makes sense," I said, mostly talking to myself.

"That still doesn't solve the problem of them not being on the guest list," continued Daniel, he and Peggy only briefly glancing my way at the outburst.

"Maybe Howard could help us secure another two."

"He already wore out his welcome with these guys to get you in there the first time."

"Did you just say Howard? As in Howard Stark?"

Peggy and Daniel groaned in unison.

"Don't tell me you're a big fan of him too?" groaned Daniel.

"His ego's already big enough as it is," Peggy agreed.

"No, it's not that, I- uh... nevermind." I pushed off the desk, waving off thoughts of Tony. I still wasn't clear on how this time travel stuff worked, and I didn't want to go telling people about Howard Stark's currently nonexistent son without more assurance it wouldn't have any crazy impact first. "Look, you guys clearly don't have space for me in this mission. The best path is a small team, specifically a couple, who can enjoy the night like a regular date while still gathering intel and handling the mission."

Peggy and Daniel shared a look, and I could see an entire conversation passing between them. I continued.

"I might not know much about the forties, but I'm still a capable adult. I'm an Av- I was on a team with Steve to take on missions around the world. I'll be fine handling myself for a bit while you guys take care of business."

"Are you sure?" asked Peggy with a frown.

"We don't want to completely abandon you. Disappearing from your own time and reappearing in another can't be easy," added Daniel.

I gave them a faint smile, momentarily overwhelmed with memories. I'd first met Steve when he'd shown up in the future and needed someone to help him adjust. I'd been a SHIELD agent at the time, responsible for liaising with Tony Stark, so they figured helping a living legend adjust would be nothing compared to that.

They'd been right, and we'd hit it off the bat. When Tony eventually formed the team, I'd been on the roster. And now, I was the one being faced with adjusting to another time.

"It's not easy," I said to Daniel, the smile still on my face. "But I also don't need babysitters when those babysitters have important, world-saving duties to attend to. I actually have a little bit of an advantage, going back in time. I took history classes and whatnot, so I at least have some idea of how this world works."

"Well, if you're sure-"

"Alright! Sousa, Marge, fear not! The cavalry is here."

I turned at the sound of a new voice, but not before I caught Peggy and Daniel rolling their eyes so far back into their heads I couldn't see the pupils. A tall, blond man in a suit was striding across the room towards us, and a second after I started sizing him up he noticed me and did the same.

"Who's this?" he asked, coming to a stop in front of us. Peggy and Daniel didn't answer right away, apparently working together to gather mental strength before entering the conversation with this guy. I just leaned back a bit against the desk and watched.

Peggy and Daniel took a second to make significant eye contact, then sighed as one. Daniel turned to Jack, and Peggy subtly shifted closer to me.

"She's somebody who does a job like ours, but from the future," said Daniel. Jack just stared at him for a minute, then looked to me, and then back at Daniel.

"Sousa, despite what you might think, I'm not stupid."

"Jack, I get that it's hard to believe, but if you actually listen for two seconds-"

Jack huffed and crossed his arms while Daniel kept talking. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Peggy leaning in towards me, and I blocked out the boys' argument as she whispered to me.

"Y/N, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Hit me," I whispered back. Peggy sighed.

"Jack has recently had a moral epiphany," she started. I took half a second to give her a curious glance, and she just rolled her eyes in response. "It's been mostly nice, both to have him on our side and to finally have him respecting me and Daniel and anyone that's not an older man already in power.

"That said, we don't have space for him on this mission. All he's going to do is be a nuisance, and he's far less likely to agree to being benched than you."

"And I take it you have a solution for this?"

"Yes. But it would require throwing you under the bus to keep him occupied tonight."

I paused for a second, giving Jack another good look. He and Sousa were still in the middle of a heated argument while Sousa tried to convince him I was actually a time traveler, and even though they both seemed exasperated, Jack also seemed to be enjoying the back and forth. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

"Peggy Carter, it would be an absolute honor to assist you on a mission," I said, turning to her with a smile. "Even if it means spending the evening learning about the forties from a slightly questionable teacher."

"You're a lifesaver," she said, giving me a smile back. She pushed off the desk, moving towards Daniel and Jack to interrupt them but shooting me a wink first. "And don't worry, I'll give you an actual introduction to the decade after this mission is over."

I nodded, then Peggy got Jack and Daniel's attention to put their argument to rest and explain the situation. Jack raised an eyebrow when Peggy told him his job would be keeping me company, but she phrased it well enough that it didn't quite sound like babysitting for either of us. Finally, he agreed, and Peggy and Daniel headed out for their event, leaving me and Jack Thompson alone in the bullpen of the LA SSR.

He stood by the windows, staring out at the traffic below as I spun around in a swivel chair. I kept looking at him, but he didn't look over at me once, at least not that I could catch. Finally, after a few more rotations, I huffed a sigh and pushed myself up. I put my hands on my hips, but Jack still didn't look over.

"Alright, I'm bored out of my mind, which should not be a possibility less than three hours after I suddenly appeared in a different time period," I said. Jack finally looked over at me, raising an unimpressed eyebrow as he did. I continued. "You're supposed to be helping me adjust to this place, since I don't know how long I'm gonna be here. Believe it or not, it didn't take me that long to adjust to this office."

He sighed heavily, but stepped away from the window anyway, stopping a few feet in front of me with his arms across his chest. He stared at me for a few seconds without saying anything, and I just stared right back. I crossed my arms to mirror him and he snorted and rolled his eyes.

"You're really from the future?" he finally asked.

"Did the twenty minutes Peggy and Daniel spent convincing you not settle this matter?"

He grunted, then finally dropped his arms back to his sides.

"Fine. What do you want to do then?"

I grinned. "Any good places to grab a drink and a dance around here?”

****************

"This is only my first week in LA, so if this place ends up being terrible, it's the city's fault and not mine," said Jack as we stepped out of the cab together. I'd taken a second to find a dress to steal from Peggy's emergency disguise stash at the SSR, since my 21st century mission clothes would probably cause a riot if I went out in them, and then Jack and I had jumped in a cab to a spot in town he'd heard about.

"Boooo," I teased as he paid the driver and we headed in together. "You can't consider the possibility of the night being a failure before it's even started! It's a jinx."

"A jinx?"

"Yeah, you know. Like bad luck."

"I know the definition of the word jinx," he scoffed. "I just think it's ridiculous you believe in them."

"Oh, yeah, of course. Actually, I didn't want to tell Peggy and Daniel this, but in the future we've discovered that a lot of things people dismissed as superstitions or bad luck are actually true. Like jinxes. Oh, and breaking a mirror? That actually will mess you up! We didn't realize it until science advanced a little further, I think in the seventies, but it's true."

Jack stared at me for a few seconds, and I stared back with a perfectly neutral expression on my face. Then, he broke into a grin and nudged me with his shoulder.

"You're messing with me."

"I definitely am."

He scoffed and shook his head, but the smile didn't drop off his face. He sighed dramatically, looking up at the club in front of us, then held out his arm for me to take.

"C'mon. You're the one who wanted to experience the time period."

I smiled up at him, then looped my arm through his. He pulled me a little closer, and I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't speed up a bit as we walked into the club together.

Immediately I got hit with the music I associated with the swinging jazz of the 1940s as we stepped into a world of men in suits and women in old-style dresses, all twirling across the dancefloor together.

"Whoa," I breathed. Suddenly, it started to sink in that I was actually in the 1940s, more than 80 years from everything and everyone I knew. A new surge of sympathy for Steve welled up in my chest.

"You alright?" asked Jack, nudging me a little as we stood in the doorway. I took a deep breath in and out, then slowly nodded. "Okay, good. Let's go get a drink.”

I huffed a laugh as he pulled me through the crowd and towards the bar. We managed to find two stools, and Jack pulled my seat out for me before I sat down. I couldn't help giving him a slightly bemused look, which he grunted about as he took the seat next to me.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, waving him off. "Just, you know... forties."

He turned to stare at me, his eyebrows knit together, but the bartender appeared before he could question what I was talking about.

"What can I get the two of you?" asked the bartender. Jack turned to me, letting me go first.

"I'll have an old fashioned, please."

Both he and Jack looked at me for a second, but I looked right back at both of them like they were crazy for questioning it (because they were). After a second, Jack shrugged and turned back to the bartender.

"I'll do the same."

The bartender nodded, then moved away to make the drinks. I turned and gave Jack a smile.

"Thanks for buying," I said. "I didn't have my wallet on me when I got sucked back in time, and even if I did, I don't think the bartender would be able to accept the kind of bills I carry. I'm not trying to get arrested for counterfeiting a few hours into being in the past."

Jack chuckled. "Sure thing. So, an old fashion, huh?"

"Yeah. It's Ton- uh, it's my friend's favorite drink. He got me drinking them, too."

"Hm. Future sounds like a wild place."

"Honestly, I'd say 1940 is a little wilder."

The bartender set down our drinks, and Jack put a few bills on the table. Then, once he was out of earshot again, I turned to Jack with a smile.

"Cheers," I said, raising my glass in toast. "To new experiences and getting to know each other and this weird ass trip back to the past."

Jack smiled, although I could tell he was fighting it, and clinked his glass with mine before we both took a sip.

"So, Jack Thompson... tell me about the forties."

Jack and I spent the next hour talking about everything from foods that hadn't been invented yet (ranch dressing!) to the weird, national popularity of baseball and how I couldn't wait to see people start getting the memo about the NBA. Some of it was informative, even helpful, but for the most part we just... talked. Laughed. Joked around and enjoyed each other's company like people who'd known each other much longer than a few hours.

For some reason, it just felt easy. Going into this, heading out with someone who was clearly a confident, if not arrogant, man from the 1940s, with Peggy's warnings on top of everything else? Well, let's just say I didn't have the highest of hopes. But by some miracle, whether it was our equally loud and teasing personalities or that fact that I proudly didn't know anything about baseball beyond the fact that games took way too long, rather than the ignorance or indifference he had been expecting... Jack Thompson and I got on like wildfire.

"I'm just saying, when you're watching a legend play, that's the only part of the game that matters!" Jack continued, defending his baseball stance. "And DiMaggio's a legend."

"Yeah, no shit," I scoffed, rolling my eyes to go with it. Jack snorted at my language, but I caught him grinning at me all the same as he took a sip from his drink. "But, unlike in other sports, your legend's only playing for like fifteen minutes out of every hour. Still boring!"

Jack opened his mouth, clearly ready with some other comeback that would do absolutely nothing to change my position, but before he could, the band started up with something I actually recognized.

"Oh my God!" I cried, setting down the now-empty glass that previously held my second old fashioned. "This song- we have to go dance!"

"You know this song?" asked Jack, only looking slightly bemused as he set down his glass and I dragged him towards the dance floor.

"Yeah. Steve plays it all. The damned. Time," I said, finally coming to a stop in the middle of the floor. I moved to drop Jack's hand now that I'd gotten him out here, but he just squeezed it tighter and pulled me closer. "It's one of the only songs from the forties he plays that I can actually stand."

Jack scoffed, wrapping an arm around my waist as we started twirling across the floor together. "You're actually friends with him? Sousa wasn't making that whole thing up?"

"What? No. Actually, I'm the one that helped him adjust to the future not long after he woke up in my time."

Jack nodded, looking thoughtful. "So that's why you recognized Carter? Sousa said you almost fainted from excitement when you first saw her."

"No. I mean, sort of, I guess. But I would've known her even without Steve. She's only the coolest, most badass woman and intelligence pioneer the world has ever known," I said. Jack snorted, and I scowled. "What? You disagree?"

He shrugged. "I mean, I'd probably argue there are some other intelligence pioneers that deserve mention. But... I guess no, I don't necessarily disagree. Just don't mention it to her, alright? I'll deny it, and I don't need her immortalization from a time traveler being thrown in my face every time I work a case with her for the rest of time."

I laughed, and Jack gave me a knowing smile before spinning me out and away from him. He twirled me across the floor before pulling me back to him quickly. We moved in perfect harmony, picking up our pace to match the band and putting the other couples to shame. We quickly got lost in our own little world, to the point that everyone and everything except the music disappeared. When Jack sped up, I sped up a little more, and we easily met each other's challenges, stupid smiles on our faces the whole time.

When a slower song started playing, Jack and I finally relaxed the pace, forgoing the elaborate dance moves to just sway in place and catch our breaths for a minute. I was still a little lost in our moment, enough so that I didn't notice someone else approaching us until he shoved himself part way between me and Jack.

"Hey doll. Mind if I cut in?" The guy leered over me, totally ignoring Jack as he reached for my hand without waiting for my answer. I scoffed, my tired-but-happy smile instantly turning into a scowl. Jack seemed equally frustrated and moved as if he was about to step in and do something about it, but I decided to just take care of it for the both of us.

"Actually, yeah, I do mind," I snapped, fixing the guy with an unimpressed look as I snatched my hand out of his reach. He seemed incredibly surprised by my response, but I plowed ahead anyway. "I'm dancing with someone already, and even if I weren't, I have no interest at all in dancing with you. So... scram. Or beat it. Or whatever people say now."

The man just stood there for a second, open-mouthed, blinking at me in stunned silence. Then, his expression shifted into a scowl and his face started to turn red.

"I- You- How dare you-!"

"Dude, get lost," I said, crossing my arms and staring him down as I talked over him. I glanced over his shoulder to Jack, who also looked shocked but in a pleasantly surprised way, and addressed him. "What's another good way to tell someone to go away?"

He shrugged, a delighted smile growing on his face. "Take a powder?"

"Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Jack just nodded, so I looked back at the rude guy. "Alright, take a powder. Hit the bricks. Take a long walk off a short pier. Other creative ways to say leave. I want to dance to this lovely song with my dance partner here, who is not you, so... yeah. Take the blatant instructions."

The man whirled around to Jack, like he expected him to say or do something to reign me in. Jack just shrugged again.

"You heard the lady. I'm not gonna tell you anything she didn't already say."

The man scowled, whipping back to look at me again. I just met him with crossed arms and a look that told him I wouldn't be budging an inch. He spluttered a few more incoherent words in indignation, then stormed off the dance floor and out of sight. I sighed, then faced Jack again.

"How wildly out of place was that for the time period? Both him and me?" I asked. Jack grinned.

"Him? Not very. You? Insanely," he said, taking my hand again as we went back to gently swaying in place. He tugged me a little closer to his chest, and I smiled. "I gotta say though, I sure enjoyed watching it."

"Good. Because I don't actually care at all, and I had a lot of fun doing that."

Jack laughed, throwing his head back before fixing me with a brilliant smile. He twirled me out and away from him again, then pulled me right back into his chest. We swayed together, closer than we'd been all night, and to my surprise I started noticing more than a few butterflies squirming in my chest as I stared up at the SSR Chief. Hm, noted the more logical side of my brain as we moved across the crowded dance floor. Nice, my heart replied as Jack's strong hand laid firmly on my waist and my hand traveled to the collar of his shirt.

Jack and I spent the rest of the night at the club, enjoying the music, the dancing, and each other's company until the place turned on the lights and threw us out. A few times, other men came up to hit on me and "steal me away" from Jack. Each time, I dressed them down and sent them on their way, and each time Jack just grinned and watched me do it. I could still tell he was ready to jump in, that his instinct was to take care of it for me, but he seemed to enjoy watching the jerks splutter and babble in shock and surprise as much as I did.

Afterwards, when we wandered back out onto the LA street together, Jack insisted on escorting me back to Howard Stark's place, where I'd be staying with Peggy. It was going to be incredibly weird staying at Tony's dad's house, meeting him and the real-human Jarvis, but I could process that later. Right now, I wanted to focus on the amazing, less-weird parts of being in the 40s. Specifically Jack Thompson, who I'd just spent a wonderful night enjoying this new time period with.

Jack hailed us a cab, and I rested my head on his shoulder and watched the city go by as the taxi took us out of the city, to the massive Stark mansion. It was basically a 40s version of Tony's Malibu house, and a pang of sadness tightened in my chest when I realized I had no idea when–or if–I would see my friends again.

I took a deep breath and shook those thoughts out of my head as the car came to a stop. All of that was a problem for later, not now. Jack got out first, holding the door for me and offering a hand to help me out, which I took. Rather than dropping it once I stood, he wrapped it around his arm as he asked the cabbie to wait and escorted me towards the house. We stopped on the porch and turned to face each other, and I realized I actually really didn't want the night to end.

"Thanks for showing me around the forties," I said, giving Jack a small smile. "It was actually really fun."

"You don't have to sound so surprised," he griped, but a smile made its way onto his face all the same. "So... I don't know how long you're gonna be here, and obviously we've got a lot of other work to do with Carter and Sousa tomorrow, but... maybe I could take you out again sometime. There's still a lot of forties you haven't seen yet."

"I'd like that," I said, a warm feeling welling up in my chest. I hesitated a second as Jack and I stared at each other on the doorstep, then decided to say fuck it and keep doing what I'd been doing all night: following my impulses. "Quick question: in the forties, if I kiss you on the first date, is that going to scare you off or something?"

Jack grinned. "It might get a raised eyebrow from the cabbie, but I sure as shit won't be complaining."

"Good."

With that, I grabbed Jack's lapels and tugged him towards me, leaning up just a bit and giving him a kiss. It was short, really just a quick peck since we'd just met, but fireworks exploded in my chest at the sensation anyway.

Jack's grin stayed in place as we pulled apart, and his hand lingered on my waist an extra second before dropping to his side. He took a step backwards, towards the waiting car, even as his eyes stayed on mine. I rested my hand on the doorknob, watching Jack and trying to stay in the moment even as he walked away.

"Welcome to the forties, sweetheart," he called as he made it down the porch steps and into the driveway. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

I waved, a smile on my own face to match his. "Can't wait."

Jack gave a short wave and one last grin before getting into the cab. I watched as he drove away, a smile still on my own face even after I knew he couldn't see it. Finally, after the lights of the cab faded back into the LA night, I turned on my heel and walked into the house.

I'd been in the 40s for less than twelve hours, and I knew for a fact that I hadn't even scratched the tip of the iceberg on exploring the time period, or what frustrations being eighty years removed from everything I knew would bring. But, despite all that, I'd had a blast tonight, and tomorrow I'd get to start working with THE Peggy Carter. Whether I was only here for another few hours or it turned into months or longer, I couldn't help being excited at the idea of everything that was yet to come for me, not least of all my next date with Jack Thompson.

#marvel #agent carter #jack thompson #jack thompson x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #agent carter fanfiction #agent carter oneshot #agent carter imagine #jack thompson imagine #jack thompson oneshot #jack thompson fanfiction #1940s #peggy carter #daniel sousa #howard stark #steve rogers #time travel #ssr

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

I’m in desperate need of some fluff today, so please send in fluff concepts/one sentences. I’ll write that first 15 sent in for Jack, Klay and Travis (5 each) and post them over the next couple of days!

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff #travis kelce fluff #Travis kelce #travis kelce blurb #travis kelce oneshot #travis kelce fic #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce fanfiction #klay thompon x reader #klay thompson fan fiction #klay Thompson

[ghostofskywalker]

series summary: a collection of my fics that share themes such as: the exploration of good and evil, the implications of power and femininity, and what it means to do what you have to in order to survive in a world that is stacked against you.

fandoms: agent carter, marvel, star wars

🔪 - series

🩸- oneshot

works:

pay your debts || dottie underwood 🩸 independence day || jack thompson (ao3) 🔪 gunslinger || bucky barnes 🔪 fresh kill || natasha romanoff 🔪 maiden of madripoor || sharon carter 🩸 rival (n.) || peggy carter (star wars au) 🩸 the only way out of a stalemate is together || anakin skywalker 🩸

links:

ao3 series link || collections masterlist || main masterlist

#the “good for her” fic collection

[darling-i-read-it]

Ice Cream

Jack Thompson x reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: slight insinuation to smut but not really

Author’s Note: When I first watched this show I didn’t have a blog and there were no fics for Jack and so everytime someone like you requests for him I get so excited. Younger me would have loved us let me tell you :) I hope you enjoy thank you for being so kind!

Requested: by @allhailloki Hey, i don't know if you still do it but I'd like to request Jack Thompson x reader, husband wife sort of imagine, just fluffy, like maybe a dinner with his old boss or something. Sorry for bothering if you don't do that anymore. Thanks. Sending you lots of love ❤️

Summary: the request!

Genre: FLUFF

Song:

(not my gif)(I love this gif sm)

“Did I tell you Roger Dooley was coming to dinner with us?” Jack asked as he entered the kitchen. You didn’t even know he had come back from work yet so his voice startled you and you stirred dinner in a hot pot.

“Geez honey you need to give me a warning. What happened to good ol’ ‘Honey I’m home!’?” you asked, turning to look at him. He smiled his sly smile.

“I apologize.” He walked out of the kitchen door and you were trying to read what he was doing before you heard the front door open and close.

“Did he just leave?” you whispered to yourself, turning the corner to go get him. By the time you got to the door he was opening it and he placed his hat on the coat hanger.

“Honey I’m home,” he teased, placing his hands on your cheeks and leaving a kiss on your lips. You rolled your eyes but still laughed. Married 5 years and he still managed to make you laugh. You turned to walk back to the kitchen before dinner burned.

“Now what was it you were saying when you scared me?” you asked, wiping your hands on your apron. He followed you and leaned against the counter as you went back to cooking.

“Roger Dooley is going to have dinner with us. Him and his wife.” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m making dinner right now I thought we weren’t going out tonight,” you said. Jack shrugged.

“Just put it in the fridge I got us reservations at that little joint downtown you like so much.” He knew exactly how to get you to succumb to his will and bribing you with food from your favorite restaurant was one that never failed.

You looked in the bowl and sighed but poured it down the sink anyway.

“I could have sworn you said we weren’t eating out this week so you could stay fit for future missions,” you pointed out with a small teasing grin. He gave you a look but you were already taking off your apron before he could counter your words with his. “When are reservations?” you asked, eyeing his lips.

“6.”

“Plenty of time to see if you’re fit enough to go to dinner tonight I think.”

When you walked into the restaurant the waiter automatically noticed you.

“The Thompsons! Your usual spots open, you want me to throw your food in?” she asked. Jack had his arm strung around your shoulder in a loving manner.

“We’re actually waiting for another couple so if you could hold off a few-”

“Jack!” Rogers voice called. You both turned around to see him and his wife approaching you.

“Scratch that,” Jack told the waiter and she nodded with a smile.

The waiter lead you to your table and you and Jack sat across from Roger and Loretta. You had met them at an old work function before you and Jack had gotten married but it had been a long time.

Roger retired, leaving Jack with his old job which neither of you quite minded. He got paid better and was able to work his own hours as his own boss.

“I can’t believe Jack ran into you today its been so long,” you said with a smile. You were used to being the chiefs wife now, doing it for Jack as best you could. Jack put his hand on top of yours as they rested on the table.

“It was perfect, I got to see how terrible he was at my job,” Roger joked and Jack rolled his eyes chuckling.

“How do you find being such an important wife?” Loretta asked curiously. Jack leaned in a tad, to hear your answer.

“Do you have more dinner options because he skips lunch and if we’re at functions he talks more than he eats the food provided,” you said seriously with a slight sarcastic tone. She nodded, knowing just what you meant.

“You see you have to make sure that he doesn’t get whisked away by some people,” she began.

The dinner went on well after that, Jack and Roger comparing notes on the more arrests they made than the other as the years went on and you and Loretta jokes around about how much your husbands were a hassle.

When dinner wrapped up and you said your goodbyes Jack placed his arm on your waist again. The two of you walked to the ice cream parlor across the street in the moonlight, using each other as support.

You sat together alone, licking at ice cream cones in the dimly lit parlor.

“Thank you for coming,” he whispered. You shrugged. Somewhere on the way there you had stolen Jacks suit jacket to cover your red and black dress.

“I was glad we got to eat out. It was no problem,” you told him. You played with his finger as you ate and you felt like you did when you first got married. Despite Jack being headstrong and you being stubborn enough yourself you rarely fought.

“In fact I’m glad we came. We can’t get ice cream like this anywhere closer to the house,” you told him. He grinned.

“It's like you’re still a child,” he pointed out and you watched him eat his ice cream.

“You got a bigger cone than me.”

“Because I am an adult and adults get bigger cones,” he fought. You giggled, taking his free hand in yours. You moved his wedding ring with your finger and sighed contently.

“Man I love you,” he muttered. Your eyes met his and you blushed as though he hadn’t told you that a million times before.

“You have ice cream on your face.”

All day: @swanky-batman @caswinchester2000 @alexander-reformed

#jack thompson oneshot #jack thompson x reader #jack thompson imagines #agent carter imagines #marvel imagines

[asirensrage]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @chickensarentcheap!!! Thank you!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

53

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

764,479

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Oh god. Divergent. Stranger Things. Supernatural. Shadow and Bone. MCU. I have written for HP but not in a long while. Spartacus. Leverage. Jack Reacher. John Wick. Teen Wolf. Criminal Minds. Walking Dead. Lord of the Rings. Star Trek (2013). Beauty and the Beast (2017). Lost Boys. Sons of Anarchy. Knives Out. Naruto. Jujutsu Kaisen. Demon Slayer. My Hero Academia. Blade. Tokyo Revengers. True Blood. Whar Wars. From Dusk Til Dawn (TV series). Special mentions for Buffy the Vampire Slayer and others that I used in my SPN crossover fic.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

On Ao3?

Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down (Stranger Things) Kudos: 1,226

The Art of Seclusion (Divergent) Kudos: 829

there's a heaven above you (don't you cry) (The Lost Boys) Kudos: 534

Barred (Shadow and Bone) Kudos: 415

It's Always Darkest Before the (Second) Dawn (HP/Shadow and Bone Crossover) Kudos: 357

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Eventually I respond to all. It just takes me awhile before I do it in large batches lol

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh god. For ones that are completed and posted, it's The Art of Seclusion. I have others that...will not have "happy" endings but they aren't finished or shared yet.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have no clue. I haven't finished many outside of oneshots or series. It might depend on the reader. We'll see ;)

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Not usually but it has happened. I had one person leave a review on AoS being very angry about my lack of warnings and promoting toxic relationships. They had a legit point about the warnings as I hadn't updated them in years despite the fic getting worse lol. I thanked them for pointing it out, updated my warnings and on my next chapter made a point of reminding my readers that the relationship wasn't healthy and not something to aim for. Never heard back lol.

9. Do you write smut?

Do I? 😃 You know it.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not often, but yes. Caught in the Crossfire is a crossover with characters from multiple worlds coming into the SPN universe. It's Always Darkest Before the (Second) Dawn is on hiatus but it's a crossover between HP and Shadow and Bone.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Someone took Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down and posted it as their own...only changing the name Tammy to Sammy 😂😂 I've also had fics being posted under my name on sites I didn't approve of. I had to contact the site directly to make them remove it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. Someone translated Famous Last Words into...Russian? It's on Ao3 too.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes! I love working with ppl to write. I consider myself basically cowriting a bunch of fics with @vixenofcourse (even if sometimes she doesn't agree) because she gives me ideas for it. I cowrote Caught in the Crossfire with friends of mine, mainly the one who wrote all of Kelly's povs. (fun fact, she doesn't write fanfic on her own but she wrote that lol)

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Me with everyone I love 😂 No, i have no idea. My ocs and their pairings.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

....

16. What’s your writing strengths?

No idea. Dialogue? Not sure what else... lol

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

DESCRIPTIONS. I find them the hardest....and don't ask me about describing my characters...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't speak any other language well enough for that. I don't mind it, but usually I just write in English and show they're speaking another language somehow. If I do write in another language, I try to have the translations clearly understood.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Digimon lollll

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

ALL OF THEM! And all the ones I haven't posted! There are so many i could show you but they're not done and I agreed not to post new long fics if they're incomplete.

tagging: @ninjasawakenedmystar @nejires-hado @arrthurpendragon @elmunson @mabonetsamhain @kingsmakers @sxrvivc and anyone else interested.

#writing tag games #tag games #my writing