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Do As Peggy Says: An Agent Carter Zine

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Handling the Situation

A Dave York Fan Fic

Damn it Dave… why are you the best person to write. I mean I’m not complaining. I enjoy it, it makes me feel good. But I always think I take forever now to write him as it needs to be right. So here we are on another Dave York Saturday, getting our fill of our favourite stabby murder daddy.

Synopsis:- You are Dave Yorks handler & have been for 2 years since an injury meant you couldn’t be an assassin anymore. You both have mutual feeling for each other which neither of you have decided to explore until now.

Work count:- 7200

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Lack of consent, unprotected sex, boss employee relationship, mutual pining, stalking, murder, assassin stuff, car jacking, PIV, masturbation, cum tasting, fingering, swearing, cheating & adultery. Dave being controlling but what’s new there 🤣.

Yea this was something to right. I hope you all enjoy peoples. Thanks for the read.

“Wait a second” Dave York scowls as he looks at the Mismatching maps he’s got in front of him . One on his screen, & one as a hard copy. “This map is dated from 1998, why do I have a copy of this” his big brown eyes dart between the two. You let out an exasperated sigh.

“Mr York if you’d have let me finish my sentence…” you start before he interrupts.

“Is it hard being the smartest person in the room?”

“I wouldn’t know, is it?” You scoff back & get up from your chair on the other side of his desk & make your way over to him. He would have rolled his eyes at your comment but after 2 years of you being Dave’s handler you’ve both got bored of it. Even though you like the little smirk he pulls afterwards. There’s mischief deep inside this killer. You get to his computer screen & stretch the map. A small sniff of his cologne always arouses you. His warm breath filling your personal space. Your hand grips his over the mouse. It still makes you shiver but not as much as it used to. “Now hold the old school map up to the screen Mr York” Dave does as you requested & you then turn the screen into dark mode. It’s clear now why you had provided him with the older map.

“Are those tunnels?”

“Yes from where they built the subway network” you look at him & he nods. “A third exit should you need it & Thompson isn’t alone or there’s other interested party’s, if you follow this one…”You point & explain that it will lead him a mile away to a power plant.

“Clever girl” he says & he smacks your bum. You try to not moan. Dave flirts with everyone, because he is the best assassin he gets away with it, also his job does require some intimate work from time to time but he has never seen you more than the best handler for him. You used to be an assassin as well until someone sliced off half of your trigger fingers nuckle . But you always planned your own missions before that, so when you decided to become an analyst & handler, Dave practically begged for you. He knew you’d keep him alive. You know what he needs to do to stay at the top & in one piece.

You both then finalise the next few bits of next Wednesdays mission so you can type it up this afternoon for him. It should then be approved on Monday & then the two of you(well mainly you) can get everything in place for Wednesday to take Thompson out. Dave is always impressed with your dedication to the cause he does wonder if you ever switch off. As you remove the usb stick from his computer, along with his signature on the initial report, so you can proposes the final changes, you head to his office door.

“Anything else I can help you with Mr York” you say in a chirpy tone. He usually will say nothing or just ask for another coffee.

“Nah your alright…” but then as you go to leave Dave then chirps up “… weekend plans?” Dave’s never asked you about your weekend plans before. You a little bit stunned. You both keep home & work separate hence you only call him Mr York.

“Erm yes… I do” you turn back to face him gripping your lap top. “My boyfriend wants to take me out for dinner for our 1 year anniversary” Dave looks shocked at this.

“A boyfriend? You kept that quiet”

“You never asked” you giggle “also we’ve actually been together 20 months, but he says it wasn’t official until he’d met my parents & my parents live in Texas”

“Hmm man’s got principles I guess, what does he do”

“He’s an accountant” you say with a sigh ”boring I know but safe, no one’s gonna look for an assassin or a handler with a boring jobed partner.” You say. You know Dave is married, Carol you believe from what you’ve found online about her, that she works as a manager at the big grocery store out of town.

“True, you hoping he asks the question, so you can be more committed” Dave asks. You can’t help but blush at that.

“Well every girls dream is to say I do & walk down the aisle in a white dress so why not,”

“You’d say yes��

“Absolutely, I love him” you suddenly realise this is the most Dave has asked you about your life in the 2 years you’ve been by his side. Pinning for a man you know is unavailable in both your worlds. No sex with coworkers you have always had that rule & keep work & home separate. “What about you Mr York”

“Work & I might watch the golf, might even go up to the cabin I haven’t decided yet” he reply’s he picks up his phone & his lips bite the side of it. He does this from time to time. It always arouses you & you try to not let it affect you. “I genuinely do hope he asks you, I hope he deserves you”

“Thank you Mr York, have a nice weekend yourself” you then do a little smile & leave, once his office door is closed you sigh & calm down. Dave was genuinely nice to you & made you feel seen. You’re angry at yourself for getting aroused while he was being polite. You shake your head & walk back to your desk, this proposal won’t write itself.

*

Dave sits there in his car, watching. He’s been following you for the last 6 months, since you wore that daisy dress to work when you were going out to a birthday afterward & he saw the real you, you let your guard down that day at work & were care free & happy. Dave’s wanted to get to know the real you from that moment. Since then with his own skills he’s followed you around. At a safe distance of course & cleverly. After all Dave is the best assassin in the world he easily goes undetected.

He sits there outside Donatello’s the Italian restaurant, a place you & your other half often frequent & he’s looking at your face. You seem bored & disinterested in the conversation. It’s also not just you as you had said to him on friday, there are friends around you, but by the looks of it mostly his friends. You politely laugh back & smile but the look on your face as you dig into another okayish carbonara says a million things. This should have been your special night but no it’s turned into him & 6 of his mates & 2 of their partners around the table too.

Dave can see your eyes show no emotion in them. You’re not giving anything to this. This was not how you thought your Saturday night would go & neither did Dave. He is half tempted to get out the car, walk into the busy restaurant, March up to you lift you over his shoulders with no explanation to anyone, put you in the back seat of his car & fuck you there & then. That’s what Dave wants. That’s what he’d do in this situation & he now pretty sure from the look on your face that you’ve not cum in months. Obviously standard & safe isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

*

“Fuck” Gus moans as he fills the condom up & rolls off you. You’ve not cum it’s been months & he keeps persisting on using a condom. You like that he practices safe sex but it would be easier for you to be on a birth control that was half decent. He had said no & actually went with you to the doctors to say that you wouldn’t be going on it unless it was injections. You’re seeing the doctor on friday for your next round.

“Well baby that was a decent day” he says & he softly kisses your lips & gets out of bed tying the condom of his already limp penis as he put his boxers on. “& you as always were so good then”

“Yea it was good” you lie to Gus, today had all been about him & his mate Harry. He bumped into him when he was on his morning run & suddenly a day you thought might be romantic & passionate turned into a lads day. You like his friends but today should have been about the two of you & what is happening right now proves it. He’s getting dressed.

“You know you can stay Gus” you say as you scoot along the bed & massage his shoulders to help him relax & start to kiss his neck. “Maybe I want morning cuddles maybe I’m not done yet”

“Baby I’ll be surprised if you can walk after what I just did to you, you’re clearly in a sex haze” you are glad he can’t see you roll your eyes. 9minutes that’s how long he lasted before he came, you clit was neglected & he just humped his way through it. When you do cum it does feel good but it’s been lacking a lot recently. He’s not the sex god he takes himself for.

“So why are you leaving? Why can’t you stay”

“Work starts at 6am on Monday but budget meeting at 8am, so I can’t have distractions tomorrow I need to be at mine”

“But baby it’s…”

“Shhh go to sleep beautiful & I’ll let you know I get home safe”he doesn’t even kiss your lips. It’s your cheek & he heads out of your apartment. You know safe & boring is best but you can’t be doing this for the rest of your life. You need 1 last adventure before you settle down & Gus isn’t hitting the spot in lots of ways at the moment. Once you hear him lock the door behind him, you get out your newest vibrator, & build up the settings as it pleasures your naked body as you rhyth in bed. As you climax on your favourite setting, you giggle at the name that escapes your mouth. You hand & toy are coated in your slick as you moan the name “Dave!” As you reach the best high you will have this weekend.

*

“Morning Mr York” you announce as you walk into his office with his usual black coffee & information for him on the missions approval. It’s the usual Monday happy patter from you. If you start off happy it might rub off on the moody Dave. You notice him in his light blue shirt scrolling through his phone perched on the edge of his desk, deep in thought.

“Morning” he reply’s not looking up. Lost on his phone. He briefly looks up as you shut the door & then he stops & looks up again. You’re in a very nice floral green dress which is buttoned all the way up & stops just above the knee. Your hair is in a messy bun & you have a small heel on. Dave has a double look, your shiny legs sticking out as you hand him his coffee.

“What Mr York, can’t I put in a bit of effort from time to time” you say as he keeps looking you up & down as you hand him his coffee.

“Obviously, it’s just there’s something different about you today,” he says with a smile & then bites on the corner of his phone trying not to think about what he would do to you. “But I notice something hasn’t changed..” he, once he’s put his coffee down, grips your left hand stroking across your fingers “… I see & feel no ring unless your picking one together” Dave sees your face drop a little, your chirpy mood moves on as you sign.

“Yea, turns out my boyfriend wanted it to be more of a friends thing for our anniversary than just us” you say “I still had a nice dinner…”

“& a good fucking?” Dave interupts & you turn bright red straight away.

“Mr York!” You shriek.

“What? You’re a woman you have needs, just like all men & women have needs” he says with a smirk. The hand that was holding yours now brings the coffee cup to his lips, always looking so plump. His phone is on the desk as he strokes his thigh. “So I’m guessing you didn’t have a moment of pure passion then”

“Mr York, there’s a reason we keep our work & private lives separate, I don’t think I want to talk about my sex life with you”

“What if I as your boss asked you to?” He says & winks before slurping more coffee.

“& here I was thinking this was going to be a normal Monday meeting to approve a few things before Wednesday” you scoff & smile. “Let’s just say that my man thinks he gets my needs met but once he’s happy that’s that”

“Damn, a man should always look after his woman first, preferably with oral or fingers strumming her cunt open”

“DAVE!” He pulls a face as you shout this at him “sorry… MR. YORK!” You shout again & then both laugh.

“don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’m amazed you still formally call me Mr York, I’m not gonna murder you for a slip of the tongue like that”

“I’d like to see you try” you respond back instantly.

“Oooh fighting talk, I like that” he says with a devilish smile. “& if I’m honest you’d give back as well as you took” somehow you now know this isn’t talking about fighting talk. Your minds gone dirty.

“Well what can I say, I think all things should be equal, giving & receiving, don’t you?”

“No I like to be in control” he says abruptly almost cutting you off. “I like to know where I stand with everything, so that when I give, it’s given good”his hand forcefully grabs your wrist . “That’s why you’ve not applied to be an Assassin again.” You look dumb struck at him.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business Mr…”

“But it is my business, your my business.” He tugs you towards him as he stands up his right hand grips your chin, firmly. “Imagine if we were a team, 2 assassin working together, the world we could create the missions we could achieve, doesn’t that sound good to you” he whispers all of this in your ear seductively. Your breathing has hitched. You feel his hand start to drift yours to his bulge.

“Dave… I”

But before your hand makes contact & you do something you might regret, the phone in the office rings.

“Fuck” Dave basically launches you out of his personal space & leans over the desk to grab the phone. His moody tone is there. “York, this had better be good” you stand there awkwardly while he berates someone on the phone for not doing the vehicle clean at the weekend for Wednesday. He then smirks at you & says down the phone. “I’m sure my handler can handle the situation, she likes all things being equal” before he slams the receiver down.

“I’ll go deal with that then Mr York, here’s the files for Wednesday” you say & don’t even really look at him. Had he sexually harassed you before that phone call? You hadn’t kissed or touched him. Was it his power over you? As much as he knows you can do what he does, does he enjoy those moments.

It’s not long after you sit behind your desk sorting out the last few things that for Wednesday’s mission that you get a message from him.

We good? Y

You smirk & reply.

Nothings changed Mr York, let’s concentrate on the mission

Glad you’re handling all of it so well. He reply’s

*

Dave lies in his bath on Tuesday night. He always has a bath the night before a mission. It calms him down. Carol always moans that he takes too long, but she lets him off, she knows he has “an important client” tomorrow. He should have asked her to join him in the bath, get his frustrations out on her, but he didn’t instead he’s got the last 5 days cctv from work of you, watching you bend over to pick up files, that little giggle you do with the tech guys & then he watches all the interactions he’s had with you. His length is pulsing, throbbing in his hand as he listens via his ear pods, a few suggestive things said between you both.

“Fuck baby” he growls as the bath water which was starting to get a bit too cold, now has lashes of his cum added to it. He almost knocks his iPad into the bath, as he jerks away mumbling your name.

*

“Coms check” you say as you get out of the car to set up your own radar to do the mission on Wednesday afternoon.

“Loud & clear sweetheart,”

“Good, although we should still use the code names Boss, not sweetheart, no matter how nice that sounds” you say as you look roughly at the spot he will be setting up his sniper rifle. It’s a clear day, not as many people about as you thought & Dave should have a clear shot to take the target out. Everything is going to plan, a little too well to plan you have in the back of your mind. You slip into the back seat of your Audi with the blacked out windows & connect the additional radar to your set up so you can monitor everything as the doors lock.

“Well I’m okay with calling you Hand if you want, I mean I am the boss,” he jokes back to you once he sees you are safe in the back of the car & looks through his site at the building 2 blocks away from you. “But what would you really like me to call you” he says & you can heart his breath hitch in your ear piece. Is Dave flirting with you on a mission?

“Boss, I’m gonna call you Boss” your trying to keep focused, it’s your job to keep other things entertained while Dave does his killing & to let clean up know when he’s done & to also check for possible complications.

“Well I’ll make sure you do call me that on every occasion, & I can hear your eyes rolling” Dave chuckles. His tone then changes. “Package has arrived” you’re always so amazed that Dave can switch it on & off so quickly. The target has arrived in the building & that’s now his main objective. You & carol could be scissoring in front of Dave right now & he wouldn’t notice at all. You’re glad he’s back in the zone.

“Traffic is good, from what I can see his next lot of security should arrive in 11mins, but oooh no” you click 8 buttons to cause lights to go Green & cause 2 traffic collision “looks like they will be delayed by 6mins taking the alternative route.” You click your timer for 18mins & so does Dave, you hear the beep from his watch down the phone. You both know that being 2 blocks away means you can get back to Dave before that time, but Dave’s got to make sure he doesn’t get spotted & if he needs to additional hits need to happen.

“Copy that” Dave says & you hear the clicks & snaps of the rifle ready to take aim.

“In your own time Boss” you say & then you hear one of your favourite things in the world. You’d never tell Dave this but it’s the way he breathes as he slows his heart rate down to get the perfect clean shoot. It’s not all bang like in the movies. Dave can do that, obviously with all the drama & can kill at close range & get into a fight if he has to, but him sniping someone & the way those lips softly part at each exhale, it’s so attractive. His eyes dilated in concentration too. You enjoy it for a few seconds you get to hear it before the burst of noise. Dave makes the shot after only 2minutes after the timer started.

“Clean, precise, call clean up” Dave declares down the radio.

“Confirm?”

“Confirm target down”

You then switch to your clean up squad who are on the ground floor of the building (hence why tunnels were needed on your map originally, but they were a final back up for Dave) & you tell them to move in with their timer set for 5mins there’s 4 of them so they can do it that quickly. You can hear Dave packing his gun away.

“Estimate?”

“4 no 6minutes, the lifts not working”

“Copy” you quickly leap out the back seat of the car & get back into the drivers seat & put your foot down. This means Dave expects to be coming out of the back door of the rendezvous at that exact time. Your car should be there so he can get out of the door & into in it 10seconds before you drive off. Your sat nav is linked to the set up in the back of the car for the best route, to avoid all the issues you set up with traffic earlier.

“Clean ups just confirmed clean & identification Boss” you say to him with you being 2 minutes out. Dave doesn’t reply, if he’s got that many stairs a to run down, he’s conserving energy. You eventually approach the building next to the one Dave took his shot from & slow down to do a reconnaissance loop, everything is clear, so you put the car in reverse ready to go & collect Dave. You pull up 20 seconds early & hit the unlock button to the car door, when suddenly the door flys open & two large hand drag you out.

“Fuck” your scream grabbing the keys & putting it in down the back of black leggins.

A burly face looks at you but your now more concerned that there is cold steal of a barrel now against your forehead.

“Keys now” a voice screams from the side of you. You realise that you’re about to be car jacked. It’s the second man who screams this. & you just shake you head at them, as your eyes fill up with water. These guys must have seen you do a loop & waited for you to pull up. They can’t have this car for so many reason.

“Seriously gents, you’ve picked the wrong day & car to Jack. Just walk away & it won’t cost you your life” you say calmly, but you gulp. they both have masks covering their faces but you can see their eyes. The one with the gun pointed at your head his hand is slightly shaking. The one who has you gripped against the door frame is much firmer, but you can tell my his eyes & hair he’s no more than 19. You don’t want Dave to have to kill these two who have just got lucky today in your 3 second lapse of concentration. It’s most unlike you. You’re also speaking very clearly because you know Dave will be picking this up.

“Ha” the one holding you cackles. “& what makes you think we won’t shoot you & take the car anyhow” you quickly side eye the barrel & realise they are blanks which will still hurt but won’t kill. You can also hear Dave counting down from 20 in your ear, he’s clearly waiting for his moment.

“Because” you stutter as the grip around your neck gets more as your hand reaches to the back of the car seat which has a small knife in the head rest. “Your amateurs…”

“We’re pros” click. Dave has snuck up to the one holding the gun behind him his gun firmly against his head. “& you picked the wrong day to do this”. The other man looks in shock his grip lessens. It’s enough time for you to wiggle slightly & grab your knife, in all of 4 seconds its plunged into the man with the guns thigh. The scream he lets out is ear piercing.

*

“Where the fuck were you?”

“Why were you early?”

“Why did you not tell me there were people near?”

“Why the fuck didn’t you check for blind spots & randoms?”

Dave & you have been going back & forth for all the way back to HQ since the incident.

Luckily you were both covered enough by your faces that you didn’t need to kill the two kids. Taking them hostage was never plan. Instead you took the two of them who you both injured & dropped them near an emergency room. The smell of piss & vomit you get used to, but it’s still not nice, the car valet will not happy that they have to deal with that. But they were just kids trying to car Jack with a fake empty gun. Anyone else would have given in but they just happened to go for you.

“Because I did so I did my slow loop & came back to your exit, & in the time after I’d checked the back mirror & unhooked my seatbelt to come & open the door he’d sprung up”

“But from where” Dave demands.

“I don’t fucking know Dave okay!” You snap back, a little too harshly.“Another door or behind a bin or over the fence, I don’t have a clue, but the car wasn’t stolen & we completed our mission”

“& to think I was…” Dave then pauses & rubs the back on his head his black beanie hat coming off as he does it. He the looks you up & down. You’re sat on his desk in your black skin tight leggins, black vest top & you still have your own beanie on. Your jacket hanging off the door.

“Say it Dave” he knows your as pissed at him as he is with you. You’ve used his first name twice now.

“No it will just piss you off even more”

“Well I’m already angry & moody so you may as well…”

“I was gonna fill out you application to get you license back!” He interrupted abruptly & the room falls silent, those words hanging in the air.

“Dave, you… you were what…” it a soft tone that leaves your mouth for the first time in about an hour.

“I was going to apply for you to be a full time assassin again.” He shrugs “but if your gonna get jumped by some kids maybe your not up for it, maybe you have lost your game & nerve” he’s rubbing his neck as he says this. His chest is heaving. That skin tight black tshirt is stuck to him. He’s taken off his Kevlar vest & is looking mighty fine, everything clearly defined, including the outline under his black cargo trousers.

“Dave I… I don’t know what to say, thank you & also fuck you for saying I have lost my nerve”

“Well if I’m honest…” his voice trembles “…I’m not sure I can have you being my handler anymore” that shocks you. You freeze, time stops, you don’t breath, your heart doesn’t pump. You eyes fill up.

“What!” You panic. This job means the world to you, if Dave doesn’t want you as his handler something must have happened. He stares at the floor. “You can’t just say that Dave & not fully expect me to understand without an…” you don’t get the word explanation out of your mouth. Dave marches across the office & grips your chin before his lips vigorously clash with yours. You lean on the desk, stuck in the spot, you minds tell you no for so many reasons but it only takes a second for your hand to trial down his side & rest of his hip. His own hands are holding & caressing your face. Kissing you like his life depended on it. You feel alive for the first time in a while at someone’s touch & you instantly feel arsoual taking over.

“Dave” you mumble as you push him back slightly. “We can’t, for so many reason. You’re my boss I’m your handler, I have a boyfriend you have…”

“When did he last make you cum?” He says bluntly.

“Erm…”

“Exactly” you aren’t wearing a belt his hand slides straight down your leggins under your panties & straight for your clit. He smirks that it is so slick. “Good girl” you gasp, as he calls you this the friction has started.

“Mmmmmm fuck” you moan before Dave’s lips find yours again, he nips a few times at your bottom lip while he sees to you, his tongue more than welcome inside your mouth.

“Dave… stop I’m gonna … i… I…”

“Let go sweetheart let Dave handle the situation for a change” you then feel two long fingers slip inside you & the friction is intense.

“Oooooohhhhhhh fucking fuck” you gush & cry as he makes you cum harder than you have done at any point in the last 3 months with Gus. He is delighted how quickly he got you off as you are perched there panting. “Fuck Dave, we we shouldn’t. Your married”

“It’s not technically cheating as long as I don’t cum inside you”

“What!?” You say in shock, before he lifts you up & he pulls you leggins & panties down in one movement, his eyes light up at the mess you have both made.

“Oooh fuck baby” he growls before he Burries his head between your thighs lapping away at the wetness dripping down.

“Dave stop”

“Why?”

“We shouldn’t”

“You really want me to stop? What does your body tell you?” He lifts his head as he removes your shoes so everything comes off from the waste down. It gives you a few second to think.

“My body is enjoying it & my head says I deserve it, but my heart…”

“Gus doesn’t deserve you, you’ve been miserable, let me take care of you”he says as he strips off his black skin tight tshirt. You know the man is Broad & well built but this is a feast for the eyes. You lick you lips expectantly.

“Wait…” you pause”how do you know my boyfriends name”

“You don’t wanna know” he says with a smirk before he unbuckles his belt. You’re not sure if you should move in pure fear or consent to your boss fucking you.

“Dave I…” but he grips your chin as his belt slides out through his other hand.

“Sweetheart the only words I want from you are your consent & your moans, don’t make me shut you up with this belt.” He hits the desk with the buckle. His eyes fully dilated full of desire. Those black cargo pants are not hiding his erection to well. you softly nod. “Vocally sweet heart “ your head is lifted more.

“Promise not to cum inside me”

“Promise, let’s get your uncorking situations sorted.” Dave’s lips meet yours again. He lifts you up & carries you to the sofa in his office. His hand gripping your arse so hard as the two of your mouths feast on each other. He lays you down & you go to shimmy off your top but Dave rips it if your body.

“I might have needed that Dave”

“Bollocks to it” the long noise of his fly unzipping has you rhything “ooh baby I don’t even have to touch you to see that body desperately craving a real man’s touch.” You fling your bra across the room. You no longer care that you are about to cheat on Gus. Your fantasy that you’ve had for the last 2 years is about to happen. Dave York your assassin your boss is about to fuck you until you can’t move.

As he drops his trousers & boxers your legs part more. The site of his long girthy penis sends shivers down your spine. He’s definately going to pinch.

“Impressed?” He says as he slips in between your thighs, he licks his fingers & they start to strum your sex making you moan.

“Fuck”

“God I’ve wanted to do this for a long time” he groans, as he teases your clit with his cock. The pre cum dripping mixing with your own arousal. “Gonna make you realise your worth sweetheart” he moans before he fully in one long deep push goes balls deep inside you first time.

“Oooh my god, fuck oooh fuck” you moan grabbing the grey sofa materials. The sting feels magnificent. You feel like any movement he makes your gonna cum straight away. He’s looking at your erect nipples on your breasts, your chest & tummy heathing, the little sweat beads forming on your head & then he slowly starts to move his penis out. “‘Mmmmmm ooooh”

“Take it that’s good”

“Fuck yesss Dave… oooh god” he slams in again & hits the spot, everything tingles & your senses are exploding.

“Does Gus do this?” He says as he does the same move again. You shake your head.

“No mmmmmm” you can’t stop moaning each time you mmm or ohhh Dave smirks. He’s getting naughty noises out of your mouth. He wondering would that small mouth of yours take his cock. How far could he ram it down your throat.

“Man doesn’t know how to make a woman feel good, doesn’t deserve ooooh fuck” Dave feels you clamp around him. Almost milking him if his seed at this early stage. “Hold off a bit longer sweetheart please” he lifts your leg & puts your left foot on his shoulder & then he finds his rhythm. He’s in the zone.

“Oooh my god god my god oooh fuck” you don’t know what you’re moaning. Even though Gus isn’t the best lover none of your other lovers or partners before him have felt this good. Dave’s working & rolling his body. The happy trail from his belly button down to the base of his length due to his hip action, is hypnotic. The man can move. He concentrating so much but you can also hear from his own moans that he is getting pleasure out of this too. “Oooh baby”

“Fuck oooh come on girl give it to me,” one arms stretches while another caresses your breasts. He wipes the sweat from his brow with the hand not holding your leg in place before he returns to your neglected clit. As the friction grows you can’t hold on anymore.

“OOoh shit shit shit” you cry “fuckkkkk” you scream as you climax, drenching Dave inside you. Dave look on in wonder as you scream, he’s sure people know he’s fucking you. He doesn’t care.He looks as you lie there spent but he’s not done yet.

“Oooh sweetheart we can do more than that” he says as he quickly withdraws then flips you onto your front.

“Fuck” you scream as he lies on top of you, his balls already banging as he’s deep inside you again. You go to turn your head to look at him but he pushes it into the sofa.

“Fuck your even tighter baby.” He snarls, his rhythm is unrelenting.”how bad is your boyfriend”

“Mmmmm” is all you can get out muffled as he fucks pounding away. He fees so good. You can feel the next orgasm approaching already.

“Fuck fuck fuck Dave” you groan, it leaks down your legs your cum, you know this sofa isn’t new but it’s going to have stains on now.

Dave’s a machine, fucking you hard for over an hour all sorts of positions. You enjoyed it each time he withdrew & covered your arse or belly in ropes of his cum. He was being true to his word. He wasnt cumming inside you. He didn’t care what you thought anymore & actually neither had you. He was giving you the pleasure you had craved for the last few months. Boring Gus with his very safe sex wasn’t going to cut it anymore.

As you bounced up & down in the cowgirl position, Dave licked his lips. You’d been exactly what he had hoped for. He knew what he was doing was wrong but with you being so willing to give it back to him he was enjoying pleasure too.

“Gonna cum once more for daddy” he asked, sweat covering his body.

“Mmmhmmm yes boss” you say still calling him the code name.

“Think you can handle me”

“I always do”

“That’s my girls” he slapped & then grabbed your arse cheek & this made you clamp around his cock so hard. It made him moan “fuck” he did it again & again. Each time you moved more, each time the slap was harder, each gasp you made was more erotic. He’s struggling to control his urge.

“Oooh Dave, more more more” if anyone was recording this it would be a blur At the pace he is going. He’s hitting the spot each time, your previous arousal leaking out. It’s too much. His moves, your pants, the way your boobs jiggle. You’re both gonna explode.

“Oooh fuck baby”

“Yes just like that” you whimper as he sticks two fingers in your arse, he’s not claimed that but it’s enough.”yes yes yes yessss yesss oooh fuck Dave!” You scream & cum, eyes rolling into the back in your head. Squeezing him with all your might.

“Oooooh fuck fuck fuck!” He cry’s, he can’t withdraw in time. He cums & fills you up, painting every inch of you. Both your slicks mixing together inside you “fuck yes” he growls before he kisses you firmly. Neither of you have realised what Dave has just done. Your both on a come down, slowly rocking into each other, panting & giggling in between kisses. Sweat from you dripping onto his chest. He sucks your left breast to calm down before he slowly & delicatly unseats you & puts you on the sofa as he goes into his desk drawer for some wet wipes, for you to both clean up. It’s only as he starts to wipe his dick, his face drops.

“We… oooh fuck” he stumbles upon his realisation.

“Yea we’ve both been unfaithful Dave”

“I’ve never cum inside someone before, other than a girlfriend or my wife, on missions I cum in their mouth or on their tits, why couldn’t I stop with you?”

“Well you did the first few goes…” he then abruptly interupts.

“Your on birth control right?” Your face drops it’s Friday you see the doctor. He freezes”you are right”

“My period ended yesterday & im getting my birth control shot on Friday” you say which is a partial lie, you begin ovulating tomorrow, Dave could have just got you pregnant. You both glaze over, Dave at the fact that he’s cheated after years of being “careful” with lots of targets for information & you for the fact that your Boss could have impregnated you. You both stay silent as you get dressed unsure what to say your relationship no longer the same. Once dressed you put on your jacket & do it up so that when you leave his office you aren’t just in your bra. You stand up & stroke his face.

“Is there anything else I can do for you mr York?” You say as if nothing haa changed but everything has. You sound sad.

“No, I’m all good” he doesn’t even make eye contact with you & you leave. You head straight to the women’s bathroom & throw up, sick to your stomach at what you just did, even though it made you feel to good.

*

You sit in Dave’s office on Monday morning waiting for him. You’d tried to work together on Thursday & Friday but it was awkward. The genie was out of the bottle, the dynamic different. You’d then been to the doctors & then spent the weekend assessing your life. You’d come to some decisions that would change a few things, but you thought it was best to be truthful with Dave first. When he walks in he’s shocked to see you waiting.

“Morning”

“Morning Mr York we need to talk” you say. Your sat on the sofa you consummated your passion on & Dave comes & sits beside you. He looks white. On the table by the sofa is both you coffees some paperwork & a little box. Dave looks at the long thin rectangular box suspiciously.

“Can I…” you nod & he unpacks the box. There is the pregnancy test you took before the doctors. He sighs deeply. “Thank god for that” he says looking at the negative test.

“I took a morning after pill to be safe as well Dave” you then hand him the envelope. “That’s for you too” Dave without hesitation opens the envelope. His head is still processing that you aren’t pregnant. It takes him a few minutes to realise. He grabs your knee straight away when the realisation hits.

“No!”

“No”

“I won’t allow it”

“What”

“Youre the best handler I’ve ever had, I can’t lose you, not over a couple of hours of sex”

“Dave… I”

“No you can’t, it’s stupid”

“Will you let me explain” you shout. Dave looks shocked. He’s never heard that tone before from you. “I spent the weekend thinking things over, I want to take my license again, I want to be an assassin, or at least a full time driver or back up & I want….” You gulp “& I want to do it with you” Dave’s face is stunned. His face then lights up & he hugs you.

“Ohhh really, you want to go back to this, you want us to be a team a real team”

“We always were a team Dave, I just need to stop living the safe life, see where I belong, get back to what I’m good at, I was holding myself back, but after that mission & then when it almost went wrong & the the rush & the passion, I can’t give that up”

“& Gus…” he asks

“Well let’s just say safe isn’t for me.”

“& I am” he asks raising an eyebrow, “you know I’m married right”

“I do Dave”I then smirk”but it’s not cheating unless you fill me up with cum” he laughs back at that.

“Naughty bitch” he scoff “you’ve got the grips of this whole situation havent you?”

“Isn’t it good to be the smartest person in the world?” You ask.

“I don’t know does it?” He can’t hold back & his plump lips crash either yours, his hand goes up your skirt & he’s amazed when he realises you aren’t wearing any underwear. “You tease” he says as that large flat thumb starts working your clit. You moan instantaneously.

“Only for you mr York, only you”

[hockeyluvrr]

welcome to hockeyluvrr

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about the blog owner

lily. 21. from the uk. devils and canucks fan. uni student. disaster bisexual. any pronouns. huge swiftie.

fic rules

I will not write any fics relating to incest, stepcest, bdsm, noncon, age play, pet play, etc. I will however write anything else :)

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players I write for

Luke Hughes

Quinn Hughes

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Nico Hischier

Dawson Mercer

John Marino

Jamie Drysdale

Juraj Slafkovsky

Andrei Svechnikov

Mat Barzal

Tage Thompson

Trevor Zegras

Wyatt Johnston

Seth Jarvis

Cole Caufield

[teagansanders]

Ooh, a Jack Thompson fan? Allow me to recommend my favorite Agent Carter fanfic of all time - The Midnight Hours, by MelyndaR

Jack Thompson forms an unlikely friendship with Ana Jarvis while they're both recovering from gunshot wounds post-season 2. It's a beautiful fic that explores a character dynamic we never got to see in the show.

You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13894152/chapters/31972029

OMG IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR SOME JACK AND ANA FICS!!! Thank you!!!!

[tapedsleeves]

Hello hi welcome - pinned post time

I'm Casey, 34, bi, VGK fan, hockey rpf shipper, low quality edit maker, fic writer.

get rec'd - an hrpf fic rec series

get rec’d better a day late than never rec'd 4 get rec’d: 3 asg drift 2 get 2 rec’d (get rec’d 2) get rec’d!!!!

tapedsleeves fic hawking her own wares

2023 hrpf fic roundup ts’s hrpf fic masterpost

2024 fics so far

down to the marrow - jack eichel / jonathan marchessault, E, 3440

king of the world - connor hellebuyck / laurent brossoit, T, 521

it would be a sin not to sin - vince dunn / adam larsson, E, 2498

Alec Martinez: a Man of Refinement & Taste - Paul POV, T, 901

is not places - Jonathan Marchessault / Reilly Smith / William Karlsson, T, 1250

hold me again (don't count mistakes) - vince dunn / adam larsson, E, 5267

we gotta be starting something - logan thompson / paul cotter, T, 1180

young and menace - logan thompson / paul cotter, T, 2208

married into savage ways - jack eichel / noah hanifin, E, 1540

there is a light up ahead - mark stone / max pacioretty, T, 762

fall into the night with you - shea theodore / brayden mcnabb, T, 1210

landslide - vince dunn / adam larsson, E (heed archive warnings), 3283

sand inside that hourglass - kyle dubas / sheldon keefe, E, 10254

how good does it feel? - kasperi kapanen / william nylander, E, 1716

survive (or we don't last) - travis konecny / nolan patrick, M, 1607

and you rip out all i have (just to say that you've won) connor mcdavid / leon draisaitl, G, 784

willing to surrender to persist - vince dunn / adam larsson, E, (heed archive warnings, sequel to landslide), 20, 162

kate barlow ain't got nothing on me - kole lind / dennis cholowski, T, 15014

take my key (step into the light) - vince dunn / adam larsson, T, 1489

longing (for a future perfect kiss) - nate bastian / nico hischier, T, 2440

if you're not the one (WIP) - vince dunn / adam larsson, T, 20,151

[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! 💖

[sagesiren]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agent Carter (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa/Jack Thompson, Peggy Carter & Jack Thompson Characters: Jack Thompson (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Daniel Sousa Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Injuries, canon compliant if you squint, Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence, Jack is not a night owl and he is very grumpy about it Summary:

The five times Jack was awake to see the sunrise and questioned the choices that got him to that point, and the one time he didn't mind so much.

[sunflowersteves]

vic, light of my life, dearest of my soul, would you be so kind as to write me a jack thompson fic with the prompt "how mad would you be if i kissed you?" (i think it's 24 from the fluff section). i just really would like some jack thompson right now

author’s note || i luv u so much and would do anything for u in a heartbeat so of course

fluff prompt || "how mad would you be if I kissed you?”

warnings || kissy kissy, fluff 

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If Peggy had told you that this was supposed to be an easy mission, you definitely would’ve laughed at her. It seemed as though it was the opposite of an easy mission because of your partner. 

You were just supposed to capture a suspect, one that you had been trailing for quite awhile. Peggy believed that he was working for Hydra and was trying to gain information on some weapons. So, both you and Jack were tasked to bring him in and question him. 

However, Jack was making that simple, simple tasking seemingly the most difficult thing you’ve done. Any suggestion that you had told him, he did the exact opposite. When you told him to go through an alleyway for a shortcut, he didn’t listen. And then you were a whole block behind. When you told him to go left so that the two of you could catch him in the middle, he went right.

He was getting on your damn nerves, and now, you were trapped in a closet with him because of him. You had caught the suspect about to walk into a hotel room, and Jack had been too loud, prompting him to shove the two of you into the small closet.

And what really made your blood boil was the fact that you didn’t hate it. His chest was pressed right up against your head, the smell of oak and sage wafting into your nose. You could feel his breath fan down against your head, and you couldn’t stop the rapid beat of your heart.

“How mad would you be if I kissed you?”

Your eyes flickered towards his, but your mind was just frozen with shock. You guessed that you were silent for too long, and you felt a soft pair of lips onto yours. Everything callous you had said about him flew out the window as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in closer. 

He let out a noise and gripped your waist, your lips moving against one another. His lips were soft and plump, even more, heavenly than you had imagined. His hair was fluffy, and you instinctively pulled, letting all of your senses fill with him. 

He finally let go of you, and your lungs heaved, trying to catch any breathe you had left. He lifted a hand and caressed your cheek, then leaning down to press his forehead against yours. 

“I’m not too mad, but I know he got away, Thompson.”

~~

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jack: @haloxmendes @organabanks @met4no1a

permanent: @captainchrisstan @angstysebfan @teenagereadersciencenerd @rebekahdawkins @hailmary-yramliah @stardust-galaxies @wiccanmetallicrose @keithseabrook27 @hereforthesunrise 

[drartemysia]

I had a horrible thought about our little glittery boys (thank god it's fucking over and they'll be able to fucking rest and put together their broken bodies again in the next few months; I am not acknowledging the last game of the season at all) - the fact that they missed their last 17 attempts in the SO, What if it's the John Hamm curse? What if his actions were so blatantly wrong he actually ended up cursing them? It must be a curse, ffs. It must be.

Anyway, if anyone wants to find John Hamm with me lmk. Personally, I must talk to him, for science. Maybe slap him across the face just once.

To anyone who's not a VGK fan: DNI, keep the names of Robin Lehner, Jack Eichel and Logan 'he does NOT need to be rescued' Thompson out of your collective mouths. Enough.

I might transcribe Max's presser so we are not all permanently damaged by his voice, but first somebody has to PayPal me 100£ to buy enough good alcohol to withstand it or write me a soft Jack/pick whoever on the roster or Pete DeBoer if you want to really please me fic.

[agentjohnsonfitzsimmons]

Does anyone know of anyone good PeggySous docs? I don't mind if they're au's or not

(Would be nice if anyone knew of ones involving Jack Thompson as well)

[lilydalexf]

Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Marasmus

Marasmus only has a handful of fics left at Gossamer, but you can find more X-Files fics at AO3 (as finisterre). Some of my favorites of her stories I've recced here before, including one of the most clever fics you could read, Cellphone (here at AO3), and the lovely, London-set A Candle for Katherine (here at AO3, bonus commentary at LJ). Big thanks to Marasmus for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

Mine, yes, older XF in general, no — some of that stuff is amazing. Though I wonder how well fandom operates now there is not a plethora of rec sites. I know of yours and one more Tumblr blog and that’s it.  I find it really difficult to find good stories in any fandom unless someone whose taste maps to mine recommends something.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

I look back on it fondly, but it was one of the first things that really hammered it home to me that every grouping throughout life follows the pattern of school.

A lot of people are really talented and funny and kind. Then there are absolute ego-rampaging nightmares who act like lady bountiful in public but do cruel things in private, or chuck their toys out of the pram at the least provocation.

And like school, fandom brings together a disparate group of people who you’re friendly with, but once you leave, the ones you stay in touch with are your friends.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

Thank God.

I watched the show pre-widespread internet and mostly when I had almost no money. I didn’t have regular internet access until the third season, and that was only at my incredibly conservative workplace. I didn’t get home internet access until midway through season six. You couldn’t download episodes easily, you couldn’t stream, you just had to wait until it aired overseas. I decided I didn’t care if I was spoiled and that worked for me. In fact for some particularly annoying episodes, I was glad.

I was a newsgroup and mailing list sort of person. Never really did message boards unless a newsgroup counts, though I had a Haven account.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

Mostly, how talented people are. I know some are now professional writers, but so many people who didn’t do it as anything but a hobby were also amazing.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I always liked science fiction, oddness and urban legends, so it was kind of made for me. But it was the relationship between Mulder and Scully that kept me around, and after season six, it was the fandom that kept me around. I loved Scully in particular, cos let’s be honest, Mulder can be kind of a twerp at times.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I hung out on alt.tv.xfiles.analysis (a newsgroup), which was one of the smartest boards I’ve ever been on. The threads were full of well-read, erudite people. That led to a site which collated reviews of XF episodes. They mentioned alt.tv.xfiles.creative, and I got there the summer after Gethsemane, which was pretty optimal timing.

I’d take floppy disks into conservative workplace and quietly download the most gloriously filthy fanfic onto them for reading at home on my ancient second-hand Mac.

After that I joined Scullyfic, a mailing list, which was a lovely place to hang out for a while, and got stories through a couple of other mailing lists.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

Like my relationship to ice hockey: glad that activity exists and that some people enjoy it, but not watching and not involved myself.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

Reading, yes, and writing the odd bit of feedback, but any other fandom involvement didn’t really take. I’ve never found a bunch of people I liked as well as I liked some of the people in XF.

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

I am usually more interested in female characters than male ones (the Doctor, Mulder and Jack O’Neill notwithstanding), which is why I only read a bit of m/m slash. I usually develop a perverse dislike for any woobie the fandom loves.  

Some favourites are: Samantha Carter and Jack O’Neill, Granny Weatherwax, Furiosa, everyone from The Good Place, Donna Noble, Sarah Jane Smith, Martha Jones and Yasmin Khan, Maia from The Goblin Emperor, Cordelia Naismith and Miles Vorkosigan, General Leia Organa, Rey and Finn, and lately all of The Old Guard, even Booker...

I like nerds, pining, best friends discovering feelings for each other, second chances, redemption narratives, people being sneaky for good ends and stoics who stay stoic through all kinds of misery, only to crack and start crying when they get a happy ending.

Basically, you know Eleanor at the end of the Emma Thompson Sense and Sensibility? That.

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

No. I had about four years there where I made up stories about Mulder and Scully on any commute where I’d forgotten a book, but that’s gone now. I watched two episodes of the revival, but it wasn’t for me.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I occasionally wander in and read a bit on AO3, but nothing that deals with anything past season seven. Not interested in William, not interested in domestic fiction, not even interested in post-col any more, which was 100% my crack during XF fandom days. I did read By the Dim and Flaring Lamps [Lilydale note: by @sunflowerseedsandscience] earlier this year. Love a bit of AU historical.

I read lots of different fandoms, though I am between intense enthusiasms at the moment, which always feels a bit odd.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

Yes, but they’re all about 20 years old. Is there such a thing as fandom classics any more?  There used to be a litany of stories that ‘everyone should read’. I wonder how well they hold up now.

I think there are waves of writers who come into a fandom and then leave again: I think I was part of a second wave, with the first wave being Mustang Sally, RivkaT, Karen Rasch, Lydia Bower, Nascent etc.

Then there must’ve been a third wave for the revival (and mini-waves in between). I don’t know that group of writers, so I am probably leaving out people who are really good.

One of my favourite Scully voices is Five Years and One Night [Lilydale note: by Shalimar], because of the contrast between her inner monologue as written and how little she actually says.

I really like quieter, thoughtful authors like Michelle Kiefer, Cecily Sasserbaum, Scullysfan, Cofax, Anjou, Maria Nicole, Kipler.  Love everything Kel ever wrote.

At one point there were also about three authors called Rachel who were knockout. I like to think Rachel Howard is writing professionally because it’s a waste of talent if she’s not. Rachel Anton had a crazy gift for pacing and wrote a good Krycek.

I really liked Branwell’s strange AU novels, which riff off The Field Where I Died (a wretched episode but so much good writing came from it.) [Lilydale note: Condemned to Repeat It by Branwell is a really long story involving The Field Where I Died.]

Everyone who is reccing other people’s stuff here is also a good writer. (and their taste in recs is — mostly — excellent): http://www.thebasementoffice.com/museaxfnet/museans/TitlesAF.html

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

I like The Flexible Concept of Tomorrow. I loved trying to work out the timelines. I like the one about airships and cross-dressing which only exists on my iPhone and in my imagination right now.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

Only an AU, if ever. I am completely at sea with canon.

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

In my head. Mostly AUs. Everyone has daemons! It’s an airship! They’re exploring space! It’s mediaeval Slovenia!

Most of my creativity is sucked away by work. Which is good I suppose, as writing fanfic never paid my Netflix subscription.

Where do you get ideas for stories?

Reading long-form journalism and non-fiction books.  

What's the story behind your pen name?

Well, I changed mine. The first one was picked out of a magazine article about Branwell Bronte, and I liked the shape of the word. Then I got to feel uncomfortable with it because it was a real illness that made people suffer. The current one comes from the shipping forecast when I was a kid.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

No, and also absolutely not. Over my dead body. Over YOUR dead body.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

I took my stories off Gossamer but I don’t remember why. They’re on AO3 now and there are probably stray copies on some archives out there.

Is there anything else you'd like to share with fans of X-Files fic?

I have made all of these mistakes. All of ‘em.

— On no account offer unsolicited concrit. In fact, do not provide concrit EVEN IF THE PERSON ASKS FOR IT, unless you know them reasonably well and it’s in private.

— Avoid the wank. If you have the perfect riposte to something awful, write it and file it to drafts for two days. If you still want to send it after that, godspeed.

— Write anything you want, and when you start keep going. You can edit later.

— Never put any story into the public sphere unless you’ve had a second pair of eyes on it, preferably the eyes of someone who is willing to say “are you SURE about that?”

Finally, just have fun. Being in the grip of love of story is a wonderful thing, and you never know how long it will last.

(Posted by Lilydale on September 29, 2020)

[space-helen]

Thinking outloud here, would any marvel/agent carter fans be interested in a Jack Thompson x reader fic?

[thetiredstuff]

i was going through my drafts and found this tag game that i had apparently been tagged in and i don’t think i ever did it and also don’t know how long ago i was tagged but @green-eyes-and-classic-rock thank you for the tag!!! (also sorry for the delay lol)

Also you made this??? that’s so cool!!! i loved the questions!!!

Fun fact: I had filled out about 1/2 of this when my laptop decided to reload tumblr and i lost everything that i had already filled out. 

SPN fandom tag game!

bold what you prefer 

this also includes fanfic and stuff so if you don’t know it or like it you can just skip over those parts!!!

jack or claire ( this is gonna sound aweful but they both feel kinda flat. claire is a bit more fleshed out but jack isn’t imo.) // dark side of the moon or swan song (controversial but i hated the og ending of spn. it was so sad and so unjust for its characters. i fell in love with them and then they all got such shitty endings???)// meg or crowley (neither, don’t care for bad guys/gals) // abaddon or ruby (also neither although ruby because of the story line and all the twists she provided)// bela or rowena // season 1 or season 13 (man this is hard. it’s basically two different shows. i love both, season 1 for its simplicity and getting to know the lore/the characters/the story and season 13 because of the developed story and the new dynamic of tfw 2.0 (without the atrocious finale we’re pretending doesn’t exist) and i love cas and he isn’t in season 1. i really don’t know but going off of the finales then season 1 without a doubt) // kaia or alex (kaia, we’ve seen so little of alex) // ghosts or witches // fanfic or fanart (dude how can i choose??? i guess fanfic because it can transport me for days into a fictional world where everything is all good in the end but i absolutely love fan art as well) // fan videos or fan songs // writing fanfic or reading fanfic // misha collins or misha collins // yellow eyed demon or lucifer (i hate bad guys but that hatred pales in comparison to the hatred i have for lucifer) // young mary or season 12-14 mary (season 12 mary literally worked together with the people who tortured her fucking son???????) // destiel or nah (i never really had a choice it just put its hooks into me and never let go)// ninety one whiskey or twist and shout (haven’t read either of them. i know, how dare i) // flirty dean when he’s around women or awkward nervous dean when he’s around men // season 1 sam hair or season 8 sam hair (although it would probably not look good on season 8 sam but i loved his season 1 hair) // men of letter bunker or bobby’s house (i loved bobby’s house but the bunker is so freaking cool) // charlie bradbury or charlie bradbury (I MISS HER SO FUCKING MUCH) // season 6 or season 7 (6 was honestly not bad but is better watched in a binge whereas 7, i have such a hard time binging that season and if cas hadn’t come back i probably would have stopped watching)// flashback episodes (ex: afterschool special) or time travel episodes (ex: in the beginning) (i really can’t choose because they both add so much to the story) // robbie thompson or bobo berens (i can’t choose they are both brilliant)// ben edlund or eric kripke // human cas in season 9 or angel cas in season 4 (because his entire arc in season 9 was just extremely sad) // AUs or canonverse fic // shipper or nonshipper (i never really had a say) // dreamhunter or saileen (neither really roped me in because i need a slow burn and it wasn’t slow enough but i support them 100%) // garth or benny (i love garth but i love benny a bit more??) // cain or ketch (fuck ketch times a fucking trillion. man i absolutely hate him) // season 15 or season 14 (depending on the finale it could change but right now season 15/but i loved the season 14 finale/this is so hard!!!!)  

Tagging: i don’t have anyone to tag but if you see this consider yourself tagged and tag me so i can get to know you :) 

[rafawriter]

Chapters: 55/? Fandom: Mass Effect Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Miranda Lawson, Commander Shepard, Male Shepard, OCs, Theodore Thompson-Ramos, Kal'Reegar, James Vega, Jack, Tali'Zorah, Garrus Vakarian Additional Tags: AU, OCs - Freeform, Original Character - Freeform, post-ME3 Series: Part 3 of Mass Effect: After Earth Chronicles Summary:

Alternate Universe fan fic set ten years after the Battle of Earth based on my version of the Mass Effect trilogy ending.

The year is 2196.

After a costly victory against Reaper forces in the Sol system, the Citadel races struggle to rebuild. Earth bares the scars of the assault, and billions depend, more than ever, on the resources of the outer colonies. The other races fair little better. The fall of Thesia leads to a collapse of the Asari Republics. The surviving Matriachs now fight over the scraps. The salarians withdraw from galactic affairs leaving . Protecting Citadel space is now in the hands of the remnants of the turian and human fleets

In the Terminus Systems, former Alliance marine, Theodore “Theo” Thompson-Ramos leads a team of “security experts” against batarian slaver attacks on human colonies.

And over the horizon the millennial enemy looms, hidden in the dark recesses of the galaxy.

The tides of war may turn, but this conflict is far from over.

[you-guys--are-losers]

I need a fic of MJ confused bc she feel good with both Brad and Peter but then Peter did something to get her mad and Brad ask her out she accepts but then she realized she is falling for Peter but hide her feelings till Ned set them up

//Well, I am happy to comply! I had a really good time writing this, and I am really pleased that this is gonna be the first bit of purely-FFH-inspired work that I’m posting. Here goes, and I hope that everyone enjoys! 

an informed decision

summary: mj isn’t the type of person to lead herself on, so she is able to recognize her limits and be realistic in the face of an unrequited, confusing crush. but not every opportunity is worth taking, and it’s up to mj to allow her experience to help her make a choice about what she wants.  

characters: michelle jones x peter parker, brad davis, ned leeds x betty brant, flash thompson, mr. harrington

word count: 4,361

warnings: a little bit of angst, awkward crushes, teenage confusion, the works

MJ’s crush on Peter Parker has been around for so long that, when something finally changes, she has no idea how to proceed

She isn’t sure exactly when it starts, but there’s definitely a change: he talks to her more, for one thing, and she’s never seen Peter this interested in decathlon

Sometimes, she’ll even walk up to Peter and Ned, and they’ll stop talking suddenly in a very suspicious way

But the really big thing that MJ notices is that sometimes when she turns instinctively to glance at Peter, she’ll find him already looking at her

MJ knows that someone else in her shoes would feel something positive: excitement, maybe, or at least satisfaction that she’s not the only one being observant

But the problem is that MJ can’t let herself feel those things

Her mind is much too loud and confused for that

For one, MJ isn’t sure that the reason he’s watching her is that he feels the same

Maybe he just figured out that she has a crush on him, and now he feels bad for her, and basically this whole thing is Peter Parker being a literal puppy and pitying her

That thought hurts, but MJ reminds herself that it’s much more likely than the alternative

But however much panic the thought induces, it’s a lot better than the thoughts she gets whenever she considers that he might like her back 

Because if he does? 

MJ is even more vulnerable than she ever has been before, and she is facing the terrifying thought of having to actually let someone in 

In the wake of the Blip, the mind game of it all is enough to drive MJ a little bit crazy 

There’s already a ton to think about: the Europe trip coming up that she somehow has to pay for, the fact that she returned to a family who thought they were done with children, and now that she’s back there’s nothing there for her, the endless craziness of facing college and the future after five years of being dead and having to enter a completely different pool of competition

And now, on top of all of that, she has to think about Peter Parker and his confusing mixed signals

She manages for a little while, at least– there are the weeks leading up to the trip, and through these, the stupid grin she sees so often on Peter’s face is enough to counterbalance the chaos of it all 

But as they get ready to board the plane, it all seems to be a little bit much

First, there’s Brad, and the fact that they’re both on the trip together makes him a little bit bolder

She’s caught him looking at her once or twice before, so it’s nothing too shocking, but all the help with her luggage and the casual jokes and the quick glances are an unexpected development, and one that she’s not quite sure how to deal with 

And then there’s the fact that, as soon as they get on the plane, Peter has to be all freaking confusing again 

She catches him staring as she puts her things away, which she guesses isn’t that different from being home

But then, after MJ is all situated and ready to spend the plane ride with the several true-crime novels she has in her carry-on, there’s a stir in the seats where Ned and Peter are, and in the space of a few minutes Peter’s developed a “perfume allergy” 

MJ has no idea where that one is coming from, especially because she had specifically heard Peter and Ned having conversations about what perfumes Liz wore during Peter’s thing for her sophomore year

Is it a ploy by Ned to get next to Betty, maybe? 

MJ isn’t sure, but what she does know is that it only adds to her confusion, and for a moment she gets her hopes up and thinks that maybe it has to do with her

The reality of it all, though, is that it only moves Peter further away, and suddenly MJ is sitting next to Brad

“Hi,” he greets her, and MJ looks him up and down for a moment

“Um, hey,” she replies after a second, sparing him a small smile

For a moment, the two of them lapse into an awkward silence, and then he offers her a little shrug

“So, it’s gonna be a long flight, huh?” he muses, glancing down at his watch and then back at her

“Yeah,” she confirms, eyes not leaving his face, “I mean, we are going across an ocean.” 

“I’ve never been the biggest fan of planes,” Brad admits, running a hand through his hair

“But then, I guess a good seat partner can make all the difference, huh?” 

MJ can tell that the smile he offers is supposed to get a reaction out of her, but this doesn’t feel like any crush she’s had in the past 

It’s not particularly wild or unsettling; in fact, MJ mostly feels a calm, collected sort of hesitation as she looks at him, considering him in her thoughts

He’s not her first choice, that’s for sure, and he never really has been; Brad is a bit too… much, sometimes, and he’s a little bit too perfect

He’s nice enough, though, so MJ decides that she’s not going to be a complete jerk

“Yeah, I guess so,” she agrees, allowing her posture to relax slightly as she buckles her seatbelt, letting out a breath

Giving someone new a shot couldn’t hurt, right? 

It’s not a bad decision to keep her options open

That’s why, when Brad offers to share his headphone jack with her, MJ says yes, and then they launch into a long stretch of comedy movies that effectively drowns out MJ’s confusion for a little while

That all changes, though, when MJ has to get up after her third plane-provided ginger ale

Because as the locked bathroom door opens, she finds herself face-to-face with Peter Parker

And before she even has a chance to make some stupid quip, Peter has slammed the door in her face

MJ blinks several times, staring at the door with her brain moving a mile a minute

And, through the flurry of feelings, one finally manages to surface as the dominant one: frustration

Some of it is with Peter, sure

Why does he have to be so confusing, all the time? Why does he have to make her heart skip a million beats a minute whenever she catches him looking her way, and why does he have to be the way he is? 

He’s made her past few months even more confusing than they needed to be in the wake of literally coming back from the dead, and MJ has had enough of the second guessing and the constant overthinking that he’s caused her

But more than that, she’s frustrated with herself

Because if all of this is because he knows she likes him, then she’s the one making him uncomfortable with unwanted advances, and that’s, like, breaking half the rules of feminism right 

And, more than anything, she’s the one who can’t seem to pull herself out of her own head

So, after using the bathroom at the front of the plane instead of the one in the back, MJ resolves herself that when Brad returns from his own bathroom trip, she’s going to focus on what’s ahead of her instead of what’s behind

Or, in this case, what’s sitting right next to her

For the rest of the plane ride, this does not turn out to be the worst decision she’s made

Sure, Brad is a bit vanilla for her liking, but then MJ doesn’t really have anything against some good vanilla bean ice cream

He’s playful, and he’s kind enough, and sure she could get her suitcase down by herself (and kind of wants to, since she’s got the books inside stacked in a very specific formation and he might disrupt it), but there’s no harm in it, and it’s the thought that counts

Right? 

Over the next couple days after they arrive in Venice, MJ allows herself to spend a little more time with Brad

It’s harmless, she reasons, and it’s trying to explore things a little bit

After all, she’s had this crush on Peter since her freshman year, and then another six years if you count the time she spent dead

So it’s healthy, she decides, to experiment a little bit, test how she feels with Peter Parker out of the equation

Or at least as far out of the equation as he can be

Because, even though MJ is talking more with Brad and letting him make her laugh, she still catches herself looking at Peter every so often out of instinct

And, when she does, it always makes her heart race a little bit to find him looking back at her 

This, she decides, is all the more reason to figure out who she is on her own

Sure, she’s talking to Brad, and when he makes the suggestion of maybe hanging out a little bit on their own after they get back, she doesn’t exactly say no

But what she doesn’t admit to Brad is that none of this is really about him, or even Peter Parker

MJ is making the decision to remove herself, a little bit, from the situation that has kept her on her toes for months now, and she’s doing it for her

Still, the more she tries to focus on the present, the more observant of Peter Parker MJ finds herself

As they spend their time in Venice, she can’t help but notice him ducking off at a lot of strange moments

Sure, she knows about his little arachnoid problem, but even at home he isn’t normally this busy with it

So why on earth would it be a problem in Europe, where there’s no neighborhood for him to protect? 

But it’s not just spidering stuff

Because MJ, for the first time since she’s decided to step back from everything, finds herself having a playful conversation with Peter while they walk around, and something about it seems too easy

He’s quick, and he keeps up with her thought process in a way that would take loads of explaining to Brad, and more than anything, he doesn’t try to fit her into any boxes or labels

It’s definitely some added confusion, so MJ finds herself grateful for the distraction when their tour is upgraded and they are tossed onto a bus the next morning

At least, until she finds out that her seat has been chosen for her

MJ has just finished putting her things away when she finds Brad sitting across the aisle, gesturing vehemently to her

And, though MJ knows it should feel good, something about it is a little draining

MJ takes the seat next to him, answering his cheerful, “What’s up?” with a noncommittal shrug

As soon as she takes her phone out to glance at the time, he does the same

“So, what do you wanna do for the ride?” Brad asks

The question makes it sound like they’re in it together, and suddenly MJ is slightly more self-conscious of her plans to dissect a few more books on the journey

“Uh, I mean, I was gonna try to get through this,” she admits, gesturing down at her book 

Is that the first time she’s ever pretended to be anything but enthusiastic about reading? 

“Oh, nice!” Brad responds, offering a little grin

MJ is relieved that the conversation seems to be over, but then he’s talking again

“So, what’s it about?” 

“Um, a series of killings in some woods back in the US.” 

“Oh, cool! So who did it?” 

“That’s the thing. No one’s really sure.” 

“Oh. So are you trying to figure it out?” 

“I mean, I have some thoughts. But I kind of like the open ending.” 

“Wait, so you don’t wanna know who did it?” 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I just like the ambiguity of it.” 

“But, I mean, someone did do it.” 

“Well, yeah.” 

“So is it really ambiguous if there is a definitive answer?” 

“It is unless someone figures it out, which isn’t likely.” 

“Oh.” 

He does seem to quiet down after this so that she can get to reading her book, and Brad settles into fiddling on his phone

MJ gets in a bit of good reading time, then, and at their stop in Austria stop she even manages to go to use the restroom without Brad offering to accompany her

As they get back to the train, though, a change seems to have come over him, and it’s not a good one

As soon as MJ slides into the seat next to him, Brad settles into silence and begins to rifle through his phone

It’s the kind of silence meant to demand attention, however, complete with furtive glances in her direction; MJ does not plan on making any attempts to get information out of him, though– it’s not her style

Instead, she finds herself noticing a commotion with Peter

Flash seems to be harassing him over a pair of sunglasses, and between glances, MJ watches as Peter literally punches Flash, evidently on accident

MJ finds herself hiding a smirk in response to that, but she can’t seem to fully surrender to the mirth while Peter looks so panicked

In fact, she knows something is up when Peter desperately focuses on getting ahold of the glasses while getting in trouble with Mr. Harrington

Something is wrong, and, as MJ looks at Peter Parker, she realizes that he’s different than Brad

With Brad, she knows what’s going on in his mind, for the most part

He’s a very open person, which is healthy, she supposes, but it also takes out any interest MJ might have in trying to figure out how his brain works

Peter is the opposite

Because, even though it’s business that doesn’t involve her, MJ wants to understand what’s going on in his mind, and more than anything she wants to help 

After the ruckus has settled down, MJ has a lot to think about 

It doesn’t help that, from her side, Brad insists that he has some information on Peter that she needs to know, then goes searching through his phone again for it

“I promise, it’s here, I just need to look in a few more folders-” 

He comes up blank, but Brad insists to MJ that Peter isn’t who she thinks he is

It takes all of MJ’s self-restraint not to say, “No shit,” but she manages to keep quiet as Brad searches for whatever dirt he has on Peter

It is then, on the bus to Prague, that MJ knows two things for certain 

#1: Jealousy is not a good color on Brad Davis

And #2: Maybe the risks and complications involved with Peter Parker are worth the while

They arrive at the hotel in Prague that night, and MJ finds herself surrounded by an incredible amount of history and luxury, and with her own room nonetheless

They have a few hours to themselves, so MJ takes advantage of them and uses the time to take her time unpacking, to have a warm shower, and to wrap her mind around the events of the last few days, all while ignoring the numerous texts of Brad Davis

By the time she is done processing it, MJ is certain: the constant moving around on the trip has something to do with whatever has Peter running all over Europe in spandex

And, now that she’s had some time to think about it all, MJ knows that she wants to understand it

She tries not to think about her feelings for Peter; they’re complicated, and they’re extra work, and they’re risky enough to send her stomach jumping

So, for now, it’s better to just focus on the changing schedule: she wants to know what is happening, and why, and MJ is going to figure it out

She is fully prepared for this by the time that the group meets in the lobby after changing for the festival, and MJ knows exactly what it means when Mr. Harrington informs them that they’ve been given tickets at the opera

Though the rest of the group grumbles over being inside on one of the year’s most beautiful nights, MJ holds tight to the new nugget of knowledge she’s just received: 

Whatever has been going on? 

The next part of the saga is going down tonight

MJ tries to focus on this, but it’s a bit difficult as they all walk through the crowd to the opera house

Especially because, as MJ looks at Peter, she finds him staring at her with a stupid, dopey expression that sends her heart fluttering

As her eyes meet his on the way into the building, MJ’s chest hammers like a tom-tom, and that’s when a thought she’s been repressing for some time finally crosses her mind for the first time

Maybe, just maybe, it’s worth giving this a chance. 

“You look really pretty.” 

His stupid voice breaks MJ away from her thoughts as they enter the theatre, and she pauses as she turns to face him 

Though MJ manages to keep her face straight, she is pretty sure that a written transcript of the thoughts in her head would look something like “?!?!?!??!” 

She was expecting the same sort of thing that had been going on for the past month: some glances, weird, little smiles, maybe even a conversation about the stupidity of the plot

But this? 

This serves as an encouragement of the feelings that have been brewing in MJ’s chest for literal years, and it’s exactly the surreal sort of moment that makes her question whether or not she’s dreaming

MJ knows that, though her mind is racing, she needs to keep her cool

“Therefore I have value?” 

MJ arches an eyebrow as the question leaves her lips, scanning the face of the slightly shorter boy opposite her

He’s done his best to smooth those soft, brown curls that she likes so much, and his earnest eyes are completely focused on her 

They widen into a shocked expression that sends another twinge of panicked admiration through her chest, and MJ struggles to repress her amusement as he attempts to recover

“No, no,” he stammers, voice rising in pitch, “that’s not what I meant at all, I was just-” 

MJ can’t keep back a grin then, and for once, she doesn’t try to hide her smile as she replies, “I’m messing with you.” 

His eyes widen, and the relieved smile that slowly takes over his face is an expression that MJ decides she is going to commit to memory as she adds, “Thank you.” 

He stays silent for a moment, though, and MJ knows what she wants to say

Actually saying it, though, is going to take a bit more courage

So, after steeling herself, MJ cocks her head slightly to the side and murmurs, “You look pretty, too.” 

The moment might have stretched on longer, but Ned and Betty begin to fawn over the opera glasses from a short distance away, and Peter and MJ both turn to look 

As they look over the glasses, MJ finds a persistent thought dancing in her head, and as she glances back at Peter she knows what she wants

“Want to go in on a pair?” 

The suggestion leaves her lips before she gives herself a chance to pull it back, and MJ hates how nervous it sounds

Luckily, she can find some consolation in the fact that Peter looks just as nervous as she does when he looks back at her, but she can see the pleasure the suggestion brings him as well

He looks to the seats, then back at her, and the little smile that grows on Peter’s lips is enough to cause MJ to hold her breath

“You mean, uh, sit next to each other?” he confirms, and the stupid grin on Peter Parker’s frog mouth is making it far too difficult to think 

“Yeah,” MJ replies, the word coming out in a constricted voice as she fights to stay composed through the awkwardness

For a minute, Peter stares back at her, and MJ can’t help but think that the strange sort of awe in his eyes should not be allowed in public because it is far too disconcerting

Before she can get too caught up in the thought, though, Peter says something she was not anticipating

“No?” 

MJ knows her face is falling, and she quickly retreats back into herself

Right, right

This was a bad idea, and she was pushing it a little too far anyway, she tells herself, so it’s cool

She just needs to get through this conversation and then she can go regret it in her mind in silence

“Okay… No,” MJ repeats, taking a step back as she averts her gaze

“No, you don’t wanna sit next to me, or… No, you just don’t want the glasses?” 

She doesn’t know why she bothers confirming it, but she does know that the widening of Peter’s eyes does not seem to fit the situation, so she allows herself a glimmer of hope

Peter fumbles with something in his ear, and MJ tries not to get too optimistic about the situation as she realizes maybe, just maybe this has something to do with his bugsuit issues

“No, I-I didn’t mean that,” Peter confirms quickly, and MJ feels herself relaxing slightly

“I, uh… If you go ahead, I’ll go grab us a pair.” 

MJ tries to keep her smile from spreading, but it’s a bit difficult, so she offers him a quick nod as she breathes, “Okay,” in a tone that is a bit too relieved

MJ keeps her cool as she walks down the aisle, moving to settle in next to Ned and Betty

The couple is busy fawning over one another, and MJ is glad that they are caught up in their own little world as she fixes her eyes on the closed curtain

It gives her time to process what just happened… 

Because she just asked Peter Parker to sit by her, and he just said yes 

After several minutes, though Peter hasn’t returned, and MJ finds herself wrestling with the same confusing thoughts that followed her around in Queens 

Maybe, she tells herself, she made him uncomfortable by asking him to sit with her, and maybe he wasn’t sure how to react

But this time, as she thinks about it, something is different

Because, as MJ replays his reaction in her head, she knows that the hope in his eyes when she suggested it was not the response he would have had if he felt bad for her 

It’s what he would have done if he felt the same

A few minutes later, Ned turns to her after a brief time spent on his phone, and she can practically see the gears turning in Peter’s best friend’s head as he starts talking

“Look, uh, that was Peter, on the phone,” Ned says, gesturing to his device, “and he’s not… He’s not feeling well.” 

“Really?” MJ presses, raising an eyebrow

Her confident persona, now that Peter is gone, has returned, and she fixes Ned with a piercing look as she presses, “He was fine a minute ago.” 

“Yeah, uh, he came down with a really bad case of…” 

Ned trails off for a moment, glancing at her as if to see whether or not she’s paying attention; MJ fixes him with a sweet smile to let him know he’s not getting off the hook that easily 

“…Uh, the runs?” Ned finishes, and the poor excuse sends MJ’s heart soaring

Because, as both MJ and Ned know, Peter Parker is absolutely fine, and MJ was right: whatever is going on with Spider-Man, tonight is the culmination 

For a moment, MJ just rides that dopamine, letting it settle in: 

She was right. 

She’s been right for a long, long time

As the curtain rises and the lights fall, Ned manages to figure out what he’s saying, though

“But he wanted me to let you know he’s sorry, and, uh, he was really looking forward to spending time with you.” 

That part, MJ knows now, isn’t a lie

The show is beginning, and as she glances over to her side, she finds Brad moving to sit next to her 

“You deserve better than that,” he tells her in a ferocious whisper, and MJ studies him for a moment with a sharp, unrelenting gaze

She can tell, by the way Brad is looking at her, that he thinks he’s some sort of hero

He’s swooping in to save the damsel, determined to defend MJ’s pride and to “make it up to her,” healing all of the collective wounds he sees as being caused by Peter

But, as MJ looks at him, she knows now what’s wrong with Brad Davis: he’s been missing the point

Because, even if Peter had intentionally toyed with her feelings, it wouldn’t be Brad’s job to fix her

MJ doesn’t need fixing, and she doesn’t need anyone going through the work of making her understood 

MJ doesn’t need anything

But she wants acceptance, to be seen for who she is and respected for it, and that’s not something that Brad can give her

So, after a moment of beholding the boy sitting next to her, MJ stands up from her seat and slips into the aisle, walking up the stairs and out of the theatre

She can feel Brad’s eyes on her back, as well as the gazes of some of her classmates, but MJ can’t bring herself to care

Because this is about so much more than some school trip

This is MJ choosing Peter Parker, and not because of his feelings, but because of her own 

This is MJ going into the night, in pursuit of what she wants 

This? 

This is MJ making an informed decision.