Okay okay okay okay how do you feel about Widow n Jackie with the word "car"
“For the last time, the car is fine. It’s just a flat tire,” Widow insisted, the two of them standing beside the car, which was pulled off to the side of the road.
Jackie nodded, but tilted her head. “We should still call Triple A or something, right?”
Widow rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Do you know if the rental has a spare in the trunk?”
She stood still, brows knitted together. Then all she could come up with was an ‘I don’t know’ sound and a shrug.
“City bitches,” Widow teased before walking around to open it up. “Oh good, we’re hooked up.”
Jackie joined Widow to see what she was referring to. “Great! But we still need to get someone to change it, don’t we?”
Widow stared at her blankly. “You know, for all your book smarts, someone really oughta teach you some basic life skills. Watch and learn,” she said before taking the supplies and changing the tire. “See? It ain’t rocket science.”
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44, 2 and 11 with uhhhhhhh wackie bc in this hpuse we love Jackie and Widow
idk why but katya as the matchmaker just made the most sense
44. “I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that.” / 2. Soulmate AU / 11. Matchmaker
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One might think in a world where everyone has a soulmate, there isn’t a need for matchmakers. But the premise simply shifts from finding a match to finding where the match is. It’s a mix between a matchmaker and a private investigator, one might say.
Either way, there was no better matchmaker around than Katya. No one quite understood how or why, but it worked. And that was why, after the third wedding she’d been to this year, Jackie decided to bite the bullet and go see Katya herself.
“Missouri?” Jackie asked, eyes wide. “My soulmate lives in Missouri? I just… I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that.”
Katya shrugged as she handed Jackie the folder of information. “At least it’s the same country. Just last week, had a girl come in, soulmate lives in France. Now that’s a fucking journey,” she mused. “Either way, whatever you do with the information is up to you, she’ll get the same info in the mail within a week.”
Jackie sighed and thanked her before leaving. She took the walk back to her apartment to plan her next move. It would be weird for her to just fly halfway across the country and show up at a stranger’s door, right? She should at least wait until Widow got the information too, right? In the time leading up to finding out who her soulmate was, she thought all the answers would come to her as soon as she saw her face. But she was just as confused as ever.
And sure enough, a week later, Jackie checked her instagram to find she had a new follower and a DM request.
Hi, Jackie, this is Widow. Obviously you already know who I am, and I got your info in the mail yesterday. I’m sure this is as weird for you as it is for me, but I’d still like to get to know you. Let me know.
Jackie felt a wave of relief wash over her. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like the best response she could’ve hoped for. So, they began messaging each other back and forth. Then messaging turned to texting, which turned to FaceTiming into the latest hours of the night.
So, when Jackie eventually found herself waiting in JFK Airport for Widow, there weren’t any nerves, she was just excited to finally meet the soulmate that, in all honesty, she had already fallen for.
Widow spotted Jackie from several feet away and ran right towards her. They locked in a tight embrace - no hug could’ve possibly been long enough. “It’s so good to finally see you in person,” she breathed out.
“It really is,” Jackie beamed, looking down at their wrists. The names had turned red as soon as they started messaging each other, but it felt all the more meaningful now.
Jackie was sitting by himself at the bar, trying not to seem too dejected. It wasn’t the end of the world to be stood up and ghosted, but it still stung.
He must’ve gotten lost in thought, because it took him a moment before realizing someone that wasn’t his would-be date sat beside him. Instead it was his friend, which at this point was a relief.
“I know that face anywhere,” Widow mused. “You had a date bail on you, huh?”
“It’s really that obvious?” Jackie asked, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I met him at a Whole Foods, so I don’t know what I expected.”
Widow chuckled. “I mean, choices,” he patted his back comfortingly. “Come on, let’s split one of those novelty frozen margaritas.”
Jackie chuckled. “You know I never say no to margaritas.”
The drink was served in a fishbowl and could’ve probably served four, but they took that as a challenge and finished it off.
And Jackie came to the conclusion that getting stood up was the best thing that could’ve happened that night. Widow was much more fun than some guy whose name he already forgot.
Can we get a Widow/Jackie fic? Doesn’t have to be ship but could be like, bitter old lady brigade bonding like Katya and Ginger back in the day OR could be ship
you had me at bitter old lady brigade
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Jackie was thrilled when Widow wanted to meet up with him after filming. He truly had wanted that chance to connect with him, and it warmed his heart that the feeling was genuinely mutual.
Widow looked around JFK airport for a few moments before he spotted the other queen, waving with a bright smile as he made his way over, meeting him in the middle of the distance. “How the hell have you been, girl? I missed you.”
“I’ve been hanging in there, how about you?” He asked as they made their way out of the airport and into a taxi.
“Think I’m ‘boutta be jet-lagged as fuck, but I’m good otherwise,” he chuckled, looking out the window to take in the sights of the city, especially when they finally made it into Manhattan (he did patiently listen to Jackie explain that they were not, in fact, in the city yet a couple of times).
Jackie nodded sympathetically. “Oh my god, you’re telling me. Coming to and leaving Los Angeles had my sleep schedule fucked up for almost a week,” he lamented. “Touring’s gonna be real fun, isn’t it?”
“You and me gonna be bitching at every stop while them kids get lit every night.”
“We can still get lit!” Jackie insisted. “You know, when we don’t have to wake up early the next day. You know, Jan was telling me how he hardly ever gets hangovers and I swear I wanted to smack him. Which is saying something, because I’m pretty sure that’s the only violent thought anyone has ever had towards him.”
Widow clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Now that’s just not fucking fair. Making me feel like I’m forty or some shit.”
“Right?” Jackie scoffed as they arrived at his apartment building and made their way inside.
As he set the suitcase he’d grabbed down in the living room, he turned to Widow with a grin. “You know, I’m already glad you’re here. This is the start of a beautiful friendship.”
