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Name: Namita

Nickname: Nams, Nami, Nam Nam, Asshole

Height: 5'2" 

Languages: English, Malay, most basic Spanish and really bad Punjabi

Nationality: Malaysian

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite Flower: Blue roses 

Favorite Scent: Lavendar, teakwood

Favorite Color: Midnight blue, magenta

Favorite Animal: Dogs and penguins were my first but now I love all animals

Favorite Fictional Characters: oh boy...D’Artagnan, Dean Winchester, Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, Aragron, Inej Ghafa, Kaz Brekker, Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle, Helen Wrexhall, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent, Shawn Spencer, Emma Swan, Shane Madej, Ryan Bergara (I know they are real but I love them to bits)

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: None of these

Average Sleep Hours: Anywhere between 5-9

Dog or Cat Person: Dogs but I like cats too

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: 1 (I’m from a hot country) but 2 sometimes once I’m back in uni

Dream Trip: Anywhere really. There are so many places to see.

Blog Established: March 2013

Random Fact: I wrote a book on poetry and god knows if I’ll ever publish it. I’ve posted them on my side blog so I suppose that’s something. Once again, thank you Dayna @brokenrobe! <3

It was somewhat of an epiphany. 

Two years into their partnership at the SSR, he'd surprised her countless times with his thoughtfulness and intelligence, and they had even established a connection. In her mind, she'd carefully call it friendship, although their fellow agents tended to call them Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, or would randomly start humming Mendelssohn's wedding march when they entered the station together. 

Admittedly, Peggy was starting to get curious why he never mentioned a girlfriend - he was smart, responsible and handsome; a true catch for every girl in her right mind. But she was not one to pry, reasoning that whatever his motive was, she would find out if he wanted her to.  

It was a cold December night in 1947 when everything suddenly fell into place.

All her colleagues were gathered for the annual pre-Christmas party, and most had brought along their girlfriends who were now chatting merrily and exchanging anecdotes about their partners; and probably knowingly hinting at how chummy Agent Carter and Agent Thompson seemed. 

In retrospect, it occurred to Peggy that she really had shared a rather big portion of the night talking to Jack. 

They spent the better part of three hours in their own little bubble, almost exclusively talking to each other about their respective cases, because neither of them ever truly left the office. As the evening progressed, the topics got more personal, both of them venturing into dangerous territory. Peggy opened up a little about Steve, and Jack talked about losing practically all his family in a car crash just two months before the war started. At midnight, the first agents started to leave, and they politely said goodbye, both of them feeling as if they had been woken from a - not entirely unwelcome - daze.

As their eyes found each other again, Jack's were free from the guarded expression she'd seen him put on of late, and the raw emotion she saw in them made her forget how to breathe properly for a minute. Her heart beat faster as her mind put the puzzle pieces together. 

He never mentioned a girlfriend because he was in love with her. He probably thought it was unrequited and didn't want to risk their friendship.

Her body's reactions to these news were fairly unambiguous: 

(It’s fine, you guys have gotten me hooked on writing these)

Jack leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway, panting. He and Peggy had been in pursuit of a local mob boss with Leviathan ties when she vanished. By the time he turned the corner, Peggy had already had him handcuffed and knocked out.

"Where did you go?"

"I took a shortcut."

(Sweet, another good one!)

"I don’t normally ask this, but after everything that’s happened today…"

Peggy trailed off, and he saw her mask slip. All her strength and courage and everything that drew Jack to her was at the lowest point.

"I’ll be here, Peggy."

Because even the strongest ones break at least once.

(Another Cartson-nice. This is sort of a continuation of the earlier one)

He shook his head. “Noooope.”

Peggy snorted. “You’re still dazed from that medication the hospital gave you, and you don’t mean that.”

"I’ll always take a bullet for you, Peggy…" Jack mumbled as he began to drift off to sleep, a sleepy smile on his face.

Glad to see it will help a little tho after this drought we’ve faced cause that shit sucked. I’m probably gonna huddle in a blanket all day tomorrow cause it’s my day off 😊 probably dance in the rain for a hit after 😂

yeah. rain's definitely a good thing. fingers crossed that it actually soaks into the ground.

Dude I know right it’s fucking rain we’ve dealt with it in 2009 and like in 1997

Swine flu was so 2008