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Matchmakers

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

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

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

Word Count: 1,108

Category: Fluff, Humor

Requested by @bandshirts-andbooks! This was so fun to write Babs lol, hope you enjoy!

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

"Ehem."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And leave you alone with Thompson sooner?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Daniel, if you don't stop now-"

"What's going on over here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They're still trying to play matchmaker."

"They make any good points?"

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

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

"I'll say."

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

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

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

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

"So... we gonna tell them?"

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

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

"...But?"

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

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

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

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

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

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The Armistice (Tales From The SSR)

Summary: During a standard evening of work focusing on their secret investigation into Michael Carter’s file, Jack and (Y/N) clash before ultimately coming to a mutual understanding (Chapter 5 of Specs and the Flyboy in Jack’s POV)

Pairing: Jack Thompson X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warning/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Originally, I only intended on rewriting a portion of Chapter 5 but I got a little carried away and rewrote the entire thing from Jack’s POV lol to be fair, this chapter is such an interesting turning point for both characters, so I really couldn’t resist! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

The Armistice October 1947 West Coast Strategic Scientific Reserve, Los Angeles (Previous One-Shot)

With an exaggerated yawn, Jack stretched the aching muscles in his arms and glanced down at his wristwatch. “Hey, Sousa, I think I’m gonna head out a few minutes early.”

Daniel looked up from the paperwork he was signing with a small knowing smile. “On a Friday? Let me guess, you finally decided to make the most of your time in Los Angeles and by some strange miracle snagged yourself a date?”

“Nope,” Jack replied, standing and crossing the chief’s office to retrieve his jacket from the corner coat rack. “Today just took a lot out of me and I’m lookin’ forward to having a nice, long nap out by Stark’s pool.”

“Yeah, sitting around doing nothin’ but whining about our new codebreaker must’ve really exhausted you.” The chief’s voice was dripping with sarcasm but his dark eyes glimmered with amusement as he gave him a small wave. “I’ll see you bright and early on Monday, Thompson.”

After wishing Daniel a good weekend, Jack walked out of the chief’s office and through the bullpen as the other agents prepared to leave; he passed by Agent (Y/L/N)’s overly-cluttered desk and bit back a smirk of amusement at the sight of the codebreaker struggling to shove a handful of files into her disorganized briefcase, taking a small amount of pleasure in her annoyance before their scheduled meeting and the closeness they’d be forced to endure for the next several hours. He left the Auerbach Theatrical Agency and strolled down the street to lean against a lamppost and wait for his reluctant partner to emerge. When she finally did, he heaved a sigh of exasperation when he saw how stiff her posture was and the way her fingers of her free hand twitched against her skirt as she furtively glanced around at the other pedestrians on the sidewalk; (Y/L/N) may be a decent codebreaker but she’s got a lot to learn about espionage, he thought to himself, shaking his head and waiting for her to get into her emerald-green Fleetmaster before pushing himself off the lamppost.

“You know, it’s a good thing you’re decent at codebreaking, Specs, ‘cause you’d make a pretty shit spy.” Jack smirked as he got into the passenger seat of her car and adjusted his fedora. “You fidget too much.”

Predictably, (Y/N) pursed her lips and rolled her eyes in annoyance at his critique. “Hello to you too, Flyboy. I think I’m closer to cracking the first code on page three, but I need to take a glance at some of my translation journals; Peggy kept stopping by my desk to talk, so I didn’t get as much done as I wanted to today.” She pulled away from the curb and began driving down the bustling Los Angeles street. “Did you find anything on Michael yet?”

“While Sousa was out getting lunch, I finally got into contact with my buddy Jeff in D.C. and he confirmed that both the British Armed Forces and the SOE listed him as MIA. I also got those files I requested last week from London, so we can take a look at ‘em over dinner.” He felt a surge of annoyance as he thought about the diner they’d been forced to conduct their secret investigation out of and before he could stop himself, he huffed out an agitated breath and demanded, “Explain to me again why we can’t do all this back at your place?”

“Because, my building manager doesn’t allow men on the premises. And we can’t do it at yours because Jarvis’ll tell Peg about it in a heartbeat, so we’ll just have to make-do with the diner until we find a new place.”

While (Y/N) pointedly ignored him in favor of focusing on the road ahead, Jack’s jaw clenched in agitation and kept himself occupied with one of the files, skimming over Michael Carter’s brief but distinguished service record and biting his lip as he pondered the typed ‘MIA’ notice at the bottom of the last page. They parked down the street from her apartment building and walked down the sidewalk together to the diner but when they reached the front entrance, there was a sign posted onto the door stating that they were closed due to a family emergency.

“Dammit,” Jack swore to himself and turned to face (Y/N) with his hands on his hips. “What now?”

The codebreaker looked about as exasperated as Jack felt, exhaling through her nose and tapping the toe of her high-heel against the pavement in indecision before releasing an agitated sigh. “All right, we’ll go to my place but you need to follow my instructions to the letter. If we get caught, I’ll be homeless and your ass’ll be grass, got it?”

Jack flashed her an amused smirk, thoroughly entertained by the situation unfolding before them. “Understood. Do you have a plan or do I need to come up with one myself?”

“No, it’s okay, I wouldn’t want you to overwork yourself or anything,” (Y/N) shot back and his jaw clenched tight in annoyance. “There’s a fire escape on the side of my apartment building, climb up to the second story and open the window but be careful, the hinges are a little rusty. Once you’re in, don’t make any sound until I can switch on my radio to mask our voices and don’t touch anything.”

After promising to follow her lead, Jack made his way around the back of the apartment building and checked to make sure that no one was watching before climbing up the rickety fire escape; she just has to live in a women-only apartment building, he inwardly grumbled as he crouched down and nudged the second-story window open, I feel like a goddamn creep. He was halfway into (Y/N)’s apartment when the door unlocked and the codebreaker stepped through the doorway, but the both of them froze when they heard the muffled voice of an older woman calling (Y/N)’s last name.

“Miss (Y/L/N)!”

(Y/N) shot Jack a panicked look but kicked into action after he gestured for her to hurry up, hastily stepping back out into the hallway and shutting the door behind her; Jack, taking advantage of the brief distraction, jumped into the apartment and crossed the room in three long strides to the wardrobe. “Jesus, this is low even for you…” Jack grumbled to himself before climbing up into the wardrobe and closing the door, a light blush reluctantly blossoming across his face when he realized that several pastel-colored satin nightgowns were brushing up against his arm. Awkwardly pushing the hangars further down the wardrobe’s bar, Jack forced himself to pay attention to the conversation happening out in the hallway.

“Yes, Mrs. Espinoza?”

“You’re home early, Miss (Y/L/N). Are you alone?”

“Of course, Mrs. Espinoza; I’m not feeling too well, so they sent me home a couple of hours early. I didn’t want Mr. Auerbach seeing me look so peaky.” Jack’s brows shot up in surprise as she continued. “He deserves to have a secretary who looks her best, wouldn’t you say?”

Mrs. Espinoza fell right into (Y/N)’s cleverly-concocted trap, the tone of her voice shifting from suspicion to motherly concern in an instant. “Yes, of course, dear! You go right to bed, you hear me?”

When Jack was sure that the landlady had walked away and heard (Y/N) reenter her apartment, he stepped out of the wardrobe and smirked at the frazzled expression on the codebreaker’s face. “I can’t believe she bought that load of crap; ‘He deserves to have a secretary who looks her best’?”

(Y/N) reluctantly smiled at his near-perfect imitation of her voice. “She’s not exactly the brightest bulb in the bunch, is she? But she’s a hell of a force to be reckoned with if she catches you.” After double checking that the door was locked, she crossed the small living room and switched on the radio, tuning it until she landed on a lively swing number and cranking the volume up. “That should mask our voices, but try not to make too much noise.”

Jack joined her at the small kitchen table and the pair quickly dove into their work; (Y/N)’s many codebooks were spread out before her and the tip of her pencil scribbled across the notepad as she worked through the codes written in Michael Carter’s original file, her reading glasses slipping down her nose and her brow furrowed in deep concentration, and Jack skimmed through the stack of files he’d requested from London. He occasionally read certain sections of the files aloud not just for the codebreaker’s benefit, but to distract himself from the feeling of awkwardness that started to grow the moment he realized that it was the first time they’d been completely alone with one another since their volatile fight several weeks back. Although they’d both said some horrible things to one another, even he had to admit that he might’ve crossed the line one or two times; in an ironic twist of fate, however, Jack discovered as their evening progressed that the only other thing that helped him keep his mind off the unresolved tension was nitpicking the messy state of his reluctant partner’s apartment.

“Geez, they didn’t teach you SSR operatives how to clean during the war?” Jack whistled low as he surveyed the cluttered coffee table, the clothes flung haphazardly over the changing screen in the corner and the dirty dishes piled high in the kitchen sink, and he quietly snickered when (Y/N) clenched her jaw but remained silent as she diligently worked through another code. “The Navy would’ve chewed you guys up before you could say ‘specs.’” The grumbling of his own stomach spurred him to leave the disorderly table and look for something to eat in the kitchen; unfortunately, the refrigerator was empty save for a half-empty bottle of milk and a block of butter. “You got any food in this joint?”

“Nothing that’s cooked; my neighbor down the hall sometimes comes in and cooks dinners for the week in exchange for hair styling lessons, but she’s been busy visiting her grandfather in the hospital.” Jack smirked in triumph as he closed the refrigerator door and met (Y/N)’s confused gaze across the room. “What?”

“Finally, something I can do that you can’t, Specs.” Chuckling, Jack retrieved the ingredients he needed to make a quick spaghetti dinner from her half-stocked pantry and explained, “My ma taught me when I was a kid; she always said that the women in my life would have better things to do than slave away in the kitchen for me.”

(Y/N)’s brow arched in surprise and while Jack switched on her stove to boil a pot of water, a reluctant smile played across her lips. “…Your ma’s a smart lady.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, with (Y/N) working through the codes in Michael’s file and Jack preparing dinner with one hand while flicking through the remaining files he’d requested with the other. A part of him hated the surge of satisfaction he experienced when the codebreaker praised his cooking and finished her dinner in record time, but he couldn’t deny that it felt good to take someone as intelligent and equally-judgmental as (Y/N) by surprise; he also hated to admit that the two of them – despite their clashing personalities and general dislike of one another – worked incredibly well with one another. Who’da thought that the dame who threatened to shoot me not too long ago would voluntarily sneak me into her apartment and sit down for a spaghetti dinner, Jack thought with an inward snicker as he flipped over the page of the file he was reading through.

“I’ve got it!”

At (Y/N)’s exclamation, Jack quickly looked up to see the codebreaker’s triumphant grin and the scribble-filled sheet of paper in her hand. “You cracked it?”

“The first code’s a name and address! Aaron Templeton, 68452 Ashbury Way, Los Angeles, California.” She removed her reading glasses and while she was busy considering the decoded address, she didn’t notice Jack standing and donning his jacket. “That’s near the docks, so it’s probably a warehouse. Maybe there’s a-wait, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna go check out that address,” Jack nonchalantly replied as he scooped up his files.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it!” In an instant, the codebreaker was standing between him and the open window with her arms tightly crossed over her chest. “I’m going with you.”

Jack let out a dismissive snort. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am!” Impatient, Jack tried to move past her but she quickly blocked his way again. “You seriously think it’s a good idea to go in there without backup?”

“’Course not, but I’d rather go in without backup than have you getting in my way and screwing everything up.”

The codebreaker’s (Y/E/C) eyes narrowed in anger. “Need I remind you that I’ve also been trained to go on missions?”

“So has Samberly, what’s your point?”

“My point is that I can help you, but you’re too much of a stubborn ass to admit that I’m anything more than a codebreaker!”

A sudden knock on the apartment door cut through the tension and both Jack and (Y/N) blanched when a woman’s voice called out, “You okay, (Y/N)? I thought I heard voices!”

“I-I was just listening to a radio program, Shelly, I’m sorry if the noise disturbed you!” (Y/N) lied, wincing at the overly-cheerful tone present in her voice and shooting Jack a glare when he stifled an exasperated sigh. “I’ll be sure to turn it down!”

Both waited with bated breath for the woman to reply. “Okay!”

When her footsteps faded away as she walked down the hall to her own apartment, (Y/N) turned back to face Jack with her jaw set in stubborn determination. “Like it or not, Flyboy, I’m the best and only help you’ve got. If you don’t want it, then good luck finding another codebreaker.”

Jack gritted his teeth in irritation as the truth of her words started to set in. He’d spent weeks trying to find someone who could decode Michael Carter’s secret messages until he finally broke down and was forced to approach (Y/N); as much as she annoyed the living daylights out of him, her expertise in the field of codebreaking was simply unparalleled and finding a codebreaker as skilled as her would be hell for him. Heaving a displeased sigh, Jack eventually gave her a sharp nod. “Fine. You can come but you follow my lead, got it?”

The codebreaker let out a snort of derision and raised her hand up to her temple to give him a sarcastic salute. “Yes, sir, Lieutenant Junior Grade, sir.”

“Okay then, smart-ass, let’s get going…” Pushing past her, Jack opened the apartment window and stepped out onto fire escape, but his frown deepened when he realized that (Y/N) was following him. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I gave Mrs. Espinoza that cockamamie story about being sick, remember? I can’t just waltz down there and pretend to suddenly feel better, now, can I?” After slipping her coat on, (Y/N) thrust her clutch purse into Jack’s arms and hiked her skirt up so that she could climb out onto the fire escape, unintentionally giving him a good look at her stocking-clad legs and causing him to hastily look away before she could catch a glimpse of his appreciative expression. She smoothed out the wrinkles of her skirt and took her clutch back from him before giving him an expectant look. “You wanted to lead the way, so lead the way.”

Jack pursed his lips and threw her a glare as he started to climb down the rickety fire escape. This is gonna be a long goddamn night, he inwardly grumbled to himself.

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The drive across downtown to the docks was relatively quiet, with Jack observing the glitzy nightlife going on at the various restaurants, bars and dancing clubs they passed by and (Y/N) focusing on navigating the hectic and never-ending Los Angeles traffic. She parked the emerald-green Fleetmaster a handful of blocks away from the address she’d decoded and after ensuring that their weapons were loaded, they got out and traveled the rest of the way on foot; the dimly-lit streets were deserted, but Jack remained on edge just in case they were unknowingly walking into some sort of lair or trap, his eyes scanning the rooftops and windows of the buildings surrounding them for any sharpshooters.

“Do you respect Peggy Carter?”

Jack halted and looked over at (Y/N) in perplexity. “Yeah? Why’re you asking?”

“Humor me for a moment, please.” He watched in growing confusion as the codebreaker squared her shoulders and continued. “Since our respect for Peggy Carter is the one thing we can agree on, I propose a truce. We work on this case as partners, equal in every aspect of the investigation, and we put aside our personal gripes with one another in order to successfully solve the case for her. Once we accomplish that, you’ll return to New York and we’ll never have to see one another again for the rest of our lives.” She held her hand out for him to shake and his brows shot up in surprise. “Do we have a deal, Chief Thompson?”

Jack hesitated for a moment before giving her hand the briefest of shakes; a mutual armistice was the logical resolution to all the unresolved tension between them, and he couldn’t help but feel gratitude that he didn’t have to be the one to call for a truce first. “It’s a deal, Agent (Y/L/N).” Awkwardly clearing his throat, Jack dropped her hand and turned to look at the building directly ahead of them that bore the address his partner had decoded earlier that evening. “All the windows on the north side are boarded up, looks like the fire escapes are a little worse for wear, too. I’ll take the left, you take the right; look for some kind of entrance we can use to get in.” He glanced down at the clutch in (Y/N)’s hand and inwardly winced as he recalled a not-so-distant memory of the codebreaker pulling the gun that was hidden within it on him. “Might wanna get that gun of yours out, too.”

With his revolver clutched in his hand, Jack tiptoed along the left side of the building and his senses were on high alert for any suspicious activity nearby. A blurry shape darted across the sidewalk in front of him and caused him to raise his weapon, quickly lowering it and releasing a huff of annoyance when he realized that it was only a storm-grey cat; I’m more out of practice than I thought, Jack silently admitted as he squared his shoulders and rounded the corner to see (Y/N) standing near a partially ajar door. He reached the codebreaker in three long strides and raised his revolver at the ready, darting into the building as soon as she flung the door open and proceeding to check each of the building’s four floors for any potential signs of danger. “All clear,” Jack announced as he stepped out onto the first-floor landing and tucked his revolver back into his holster. “Looks like this Aaron Templeton guy’s not home.”

“In that case, we should be quick.” (Y/N) slipped her gun into her clutch and looked around the dilapidated first floor. “You take the top two floors and I’ll take the bottom two; if you find anything, just holler for me.”

Jack silently nodded before making his way back up the staircase to look for any clues; the building was comprised of rotting wood and rusted pipes that leaked steady drips of dirty water onto the run-down furniture, and after searching the fourth floor, he started to wonder if the coded address had less meaning than they both attached to it. He stepped into one of the third-floor bedrooms, wrinkling his nose at the mold-coated mattress and the smell of dank mildew wafting up from the drenched carpet, but a crate sitting on the desk by the boarded-up window gave him pause and he cautiously approached it. It looked like any number of standard wooden crates, but Jack frowned when he spotted the familiar symbol – a rearing house surrounded by vines – that was neatly etched onto its lid. “Up here, (Y/L/N)!” He waited until the codebreaker appeared at the doorway before continuing. “I think I found something you might recognize.”

(Y/N) quirked a brow at that, but she carefully stepped over piles of debris to join him on the other side of the room; a look of recognition crossed her features as she studied the symbol. “The bank robbery; this was the symbol that was etched onto that device we took custody of a few weeks back. Chief Sousa closed the case the other day, said there was a lack of evidence and credible witnesses to justify keeping it open.” The codebreaker glanced back up at him. “You don’t think…?”

“Yeah, I do.” Jack pointed to the scrap of paper that sat on the desk beside the empty crate. “The time and date of the robbery, along with the bank’s street address. It looks like we might’ve just found the home of one of our bank robbers.”

(Y/N) nodded in agreement. “In that case, we need to take another look at that case and we need someone to re-examine the device.” Her finger gently traced the etching as she sighed, masking the troubled look in her (Y/E/C) eyes with a forced smile. “Unfortunately, I have just the man in mind…”

Recalling what he’d seen in the codebreaker’s file, Jack groaned and rubbed a hand over his forehead. “Goddammit. Just once, I’d like to work a case without the involvement of Howard Stark.”

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A/N: It’s fun writing Asshole Jack Thompson knowing where he ends up in terms of Specs lol thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot! Enjoy!

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August 24, 2023

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Shenanigans

Words: 812

Pairing: Jack Thompson x Reader

A/N: I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN OMG!

Request: Hey! Can I send in a request? Maybe Jack Thompson or Captain Kirk with the prompt "Of course we're best friends. No one else would put up with our shenanigans."? No worries if you're not feeling it! Hope you're doing wonderful! - @captainsophiestark

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“Remind me why we’re here again?” Jack’s voice came from beside you.

“To work?” you replied as you shifted in the car seat.

“This is the most boring stakeout I’ve ever been on.”

“Are you calling me boring?” you joked, turning towards him.

“The company isn’t boring but the stakeout is.” he re-phrased “Happy now?”

“You know me. Of course I am.” you fixed your eyes back on the building in front of you “How about we just go inside?”

“Y/N, no.”

“Why? We’re clearly getting so much information from here.” you said sarcastically.

“And how would we go inside? What would we even do?”

“We could pretend to be looking for directions. Look.” you pulled out a map from the glove compartment “We can just say we’re looking for somewhere random on the map and hope they give us directions.”

“You forget they’ve seen me before.”

“Just shove some sunglasses on and take off your jacket. Perfect disguise.”

The man rolled his eyes “How the hell are we best friends?”

“No one else would put up with our shenanigans so we have each other.”

“Our shenanigans huh? Please as if I contribute-”

“Remember when it was your idea to prank the whole office with the out of date milk-”

“Alright, alright.” he tried to shush you with a smile on his face “but you agreed to help me.” he pointed his finger at you playfully.

“That’s what I mean, our shenanigans. We couldn’t really do it without each other.”

“How did we even end up friends in the first place?” he questioned how it all started but soon remembered. “That’s right, you hated me.”

“No, I’m pretty sure that you hated me. You couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me. Saw me as dirt, the same way you first reacted to Peggy.”

“I’ve never seen you as dirt. It just took me way longer than it should have to realise that women can work just as well, or even better than men in this sort of work.”

“Thanks Jack, you’re a real charmer there.”

“At least I’m admitting I was wrong.” he nudged you slightly “That’s a big one for me.”

“I suppose.” you laughed remembering the early days “then we worked together a bunch and practically became inseparable.” 

“I wouldn’t change it for the world. I think you’re probably one of the best colleagues I’ve worked with.”

“Alright, no need to go that far Chief Thompson. That’d be favoritism in the workplace.”

“I think they already know we're friends Y/N.God some of them even think we’re something more.”

You genuinely laughed “I knew it was only a matter of time. Hey why can’t a man and woman be friends without people assuming they’re dating each other? If it were two men or two women they wouldn’t bat an eyelid.”

“I suppose it’s because they can’t see themselves being friends with the opposite sex without anything else happening.”

“Gross.” you huffed.

There was a silence as the two of you watched the building but Jack was the first to break it. “How about we grab dinner?”

“Are you asking me on a date!”

“Y/N, god no. I’m just hungry alright? Would it even be that bad if I did?”

“Did you not just hear our last conversation?” 

“I did alright. I like you Y/N but we’re friends.” he was panicking, he did like you slightly more than a friend sometimes but to him your friendship was more important and he’d never want to do anything to jeopardize it. 

“Best friends I think you’d find.” you smiled at the man sincerely, you liked the man, of course you how could you not? There had been nights the two of you had been in the office late and you’d fallen asleep and he’d tucked you up. He’d saved your life on multiple occasions and you’d saved his. He’d also been very protective of you when other men had made seedy moves on you. Honestly, you’d love to be in a relationship with him and it was probably the reason none of your relationships had worked out so far.

“We can go for food, or a date or whatever if we get this stakeout over and done with sooner rather than later.” you offered.

His heart bounced out of his chest. What did you just say? “How about we just go inside then? Get this over with?”

“I love the change of heart.” you passed the man his sunglasses and gave him a tap on the shoulder before getting out of the car. 

He scrambled out and flung his jacket from his body frantically before popping the glasses on and linking his arm with yours. “Let's go ask for directions darling.”

You laughed, you had to admit you did love undercover work with him “Sure thing.”

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The U.S. Supreme Court's conservative majority on Wednesday appeared to ready to limit judicial power to overrule voting policies crafted by state politicians but might not go as far as Republican North Carolina lawmakers want in a case the liberal Justices painted as a threat to American democratic norms.

The Court heard arguments in a case the state lawmakers have used to try to persuade the Justices to endorse a contentious legal theory gaining traction in conservative legal circles that would prevent state courts from reviewing the legality of actions by state legislatures regulating federal elections.

The Republican lawmakers are appealing the top North Carolina Court's decision to throw out the map they devised for the state's 14 U.S. House of Representatives districts as unlawfully biased against Democratic voters. Another state court then replaced that map with one drawn by a bipartisan group of experts.

The Supreme Court has a 6-3 conservative majority, and its most conservative Justices including Samuel Alito, Clarence Thomas and Neil Gorsuch appeared willing to embrace the "independent state legislature" doctrine presented by the Republican legislators.

While the conservative Justices in general asked questions that indicated skepticism toward the state court actions, some signaled that the Republican argument that state constitutions cannot constrain the power of legislatures in setting rules for congressional and presidential elections might go too far.

Under the once-marginal legal theory they are now promoting, the lawmakers argue that the U.S. Constitution gives state legislatures - and not other entities such as state courts - authority over election rules and electoral district maps.

The Court's liberal Justices suggested the doctrine could free legislatures to adopt all manner of voting restrictions. Lawyers arguing against it also said it could sow confusion by allowing voting rules that vary between state and federal contests.

"This is a proposal that gets rid of the normal checks and balances on the way big governmental decisions are made in this country," liberal Justice Elena Kagan said, referring to the interaction between the executive, legislative and judicial branches of government. "And you might think that it gets rid of all those checks and balances at exactly the time when they are needed most."

America is sharply divided over voting rights. Republican-led state legislatures have pursued new voting restrictions in the aftermath of Republican former President Donald Trump's false claims that the 2020 election was stolen from him through widespread voting fraud.

The Court's eventual decision, due by the end of June, could apply to 2024 elections including the U.S. presidential race.

During the three-hour argument, the Justices touched on the issue of enabling federal courts to review state court actions to ensure that judges do not behave like legislators or unfairly apply vague state constitutional provisions such as those requiring free and fair elections to disempower lawmakers.

Conservative Chief Justice John Roberts wondered whether such broadly worded provisions provide proper "standards and guidelines" for state courts to apply.

ALITO WEIGHS IN

Alito dismissed arguments that legislatures would be unchecked if the Republican position carried the day.

"Under any circumstances, no matter what we say the 'Elections Clause' means, Congress can always come in and establish the manner of conducting congressional elections," Alito said, referring to the Constitution's elections language.

The doctrine is based in part on the Constitution's statement that the "times, places and manner" of federal elections "shall be prescribed in each state by the legislature thereof." The Republican lawmakers argued that the state court usurped the North Carolina General Assembly's authority under that provision to regulate federal elections.

Kagan said the theory would free state legislators to engage in the "most extreme forms of gerrymandering" - drawing electoral districts to unfairly improve a party's election chances - while enacting "all manner of restrictions on voting," noting that lawmakers by virtue of coveting re-election may have incentives to suppress, dilute and negate votes.

Kagan said the theory also could let legislatures insert themselves into the process of determining winners in federal elections - a sensitive issue following the Jan. 6, 2021, U.S. Capitol attack by Trump supporters who sought to block congressional certification of Biden's 2020 election victory.

'HISTORICAL PRACTICE'

Some conservative Justices appeared to balk at aspects of the Republican arguments.

Justice Brett Kavanaugh emphasized the "historical practice" that "nearly all state constitutions regulate federal elections in some way." Roberts said another check on a legislature's power - a state governor's veto - "significantly undermines the argument that it can do whatever it wants."

David Thompson, arguing for the North Carolina lawmakers, said the Constitution "requires state legislatures specifically to perform the federal function of prescribing regulations for federal elections. States lack the authority to restrict the legislature's substantive discretion when performing this federal function."

Kavanaugh told Thompson that his position on the theory's breadth "seems to go further" than that conceived by then-Chief Justice William Rehnquist in a concurrence to a 2000 ruling deciding a presidential election's outcome - an opinion seeing state courts as exceeding their authority on federal elections.

North Carolina's Department of Justice is defending the state high court's February ruling alongside the voters and voting rights groups that challenged the map approved by the legislature in November 2021. They are backed by Democratic President Joe Biden's administration.

Elizabeth Prelogar, arguing for Biden's administration, said empowering state legislatures the way the Republicans want would "wreak havoc in the administration of elections across the nation" and cause federal courts to become flooded with lawsuits concerning state-administered elections.

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How Not To Impress Your Future Inlaws

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Summary: Jack Thompson and Y/N are undercover at a gala, looking for Vernon Masters. He's not there, but they might just find someone (or two someones) worse, especially since Y/N has a giant secret crush on Jack Thompson and is in the middle of pretending to be his girlfriend for their jobs.

Word Count: 3,492

Category: Fluff, little bit of angst?

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I sighed dreamily as I stared up into the eyes of none other than Jack Thompson, Chief of the New York SSR and my boss. His arms wrapped securely around my waist as we swayed back and forth together on the dance floor, taking in the soft music and blocking out everything in the world around us as we got completely lost in each other.

Or at least, that's what we wanted everyone around us to think.

The illusion was slightly ruined for Jack and I who could hear Peggy and Daniel's voices crackling over the comms in our ears. We were currently in the middle of an undercover operation for the SSR at a fancy gala event, and Jack and I were pretending to be happily dating, in love, run of the mill civilians.

"Can you see anyone we've tied to Vernon Masters?" demanded Peggy, her voice crackling over the comm device. Jack leaned in like he was whispering something in my ear, using it as cover to respond to Peggy.

"For the fifth time, Marge, no. He's not here and neither are his cronies."

I heard Peggy's huff of irritation on the other end of line (for Jack's nickname for her as much as for the fact we'd come to a mission dead end), but I couldn't entirely focus on it with Jack so close to me like this.

I'd had a crush on him for a while now, one which had only grown as he'd become a better person who trusted me and Peggy as agents and chose the right side over the side that got him power and recognition. Now, I was borderline pining for him, to the point that both Peggy and Daniel had noticed and individually called me on it. I'd given them both hell while they were mooning over each other and doing nothing about it for the better part of two years, though, so I guess I was due some payback.

Still, in this moment, it was more than a little inconvenient. Even though it seemed pretty clear that Vernon Masters and his cronies weren't here, and that we'd somehow been led on a wild goose chase, I'd learned over and over again that getting distracted for even a second on the simplest of missions could get you killed.

Jack's hands suddenly tightened around my waist and his whole body tensed even as he continued to look over my shoulder, and I got the distinct feeling that I might be about to re-learn that lesson yet again.

"Jack? What is it?" I asked, leaning in to whisper in his ear and trying to keep up a calm facade. Peggy and Daniel couldn't see Jack's face, but they could tell from the tone in my voice that something was wrong.

"Is it Masters?" asked Daniel over the comms.

"No," Jack ground out, sounding like it was something far, far worse than Vernon Masters. "He's not here, and we need to bail out of this mission right now."

"Why?" I asked, jumping in before Peggy or Daniel could. I tried to turn us on the dance floor so I could catch sight of whatever he was looking at, but he whirled me away further into the crowd before I could. I pulled back and away from him just enough to look him in the eye. "Jack, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. But our cover's at high risk of getting blown if we don't leave, so we need to go."

I raised an eyebrow, and I heard Peggy and Daniel start protesting and asking questions over the comms. Jack seemed seriously stressed though, so after making one last scan of the room to make sure I really didn't see anything to do with Vernon Masters (or Dottie Underwood, or any of our many other enemies), I snagged Jack's comm-disguised-as-an-ascot out of his jacket pocket and stuffed it into my handbag.

"We're on our way out shortly, stand by," I said to Peggy and Daniel, then gave the flower pinned to my dress the same treatment as Jack's secret comm device. Once we had a little bit of privacy from our friends, I grabbed Jack's arm and met his eyes. "Jack, what's going on? I'm your partner, at least for this mission, and your friend. You can tell me."

He sighed heavily through his nose, his eyes darting up to scan the room again before at last landing back on me. He seemed to be debating something mentally, then finally, I saw his jaw lock and determination come into his eyes.

"My parents just walked into the room."

I couldn't stop my mouth from dropping open and my eyes going wide. Jack almost never talked about his parents, so the little I knew came from conversations about highly-connected people who, in some way or another, knew the Thompsons. Now, they were in the same room as us while I was pretending to be Jack's very serious long-term girlfriend.

"Yeah, that look on your face? That's exactly why we need to go," he said, taking my hand in his and at last leading me off the dancefloor. "Masters obviously isn't here anyway, so-"

"Jack!"

Jack's grip on my hand tightened and I saw him grimace as a voice called from behind us. His shoulders tensed, and I swore I could see him mentally calculating whether it'd be worth it to ignore his mother's voice and just run for the door. Apparently he decided the answer was no, because after another second he turned around, a ridiculously fake smile plastered to his face. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tighter to his side as we faced his parents, so apparently we were going to try to keep up our covers as long as possible.

"Mom. Dad." His voice was as strained as his smile, and I kept sneaking looks at the pained expression on his face as his parents made their way over to us.

Jack definitely had the family resemblance, although his father's hair had grayed and the lines of his face were a little harsher. His mother had darker brunette hair, but there was no doubt Jack had her eyes and mouth.

Although, after two seconds of watching Jack's father stand with his shoulders back and his chin high as he surveyed us, it didn't take me long to see where Jack got some of his more irritating traits.

"We didn't know you were going to be here," said his dad, not bothering to say hi as he looked us up and down again.

"Likewise, Dad."

"So, who's this?" asked his mom, looking to me with a slightly reserved smile as she broke the tension. I couldn't tell if she actually wanted to know, or if she just wanted to change the subject.

"This is Y/N," said Jack, hesitating for half a second before he continued. "My girlfriend."

I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't leap in my chest at his words. I tried not to let it show in my expression, but I wasn't sure I'd been totally convincing.

"I see," said his mother, a polite smile forced onto her face. My stomach sank as I realized she wasn't particularly happy with this situation, and fell even farther when I saw a frown on his dad's face.

"And how exactly did the two of you meet?"

Jack hesitated again, then continued with the story we'd made up for our covers.

"I was at a gala for work. Her father holds a high position in the military, so she was there too, with him. We met, and we hit it off."

I forced a smile onto my own face, leaning into Jack a bit even though we were both tense as a pulled muscle. Of all the times I'd let myself imagine Jack calling me his girlfriend and maybe introducing me to his family (which I hadn't done often), it had never gone anything like this.

"Well, I can't believe you never told us about her, Jack," said his mother, her smile seeming more genuine now. "It's wonderful to see that you've found a nice, respectable young lady to spend your time with, for once."

My eyebrows shot all the way up my forehead, and I felt Jack's grip tighten to almost uncomfortable levels around my waist. His other hand was a fist at his side, but before I could jump in and say anything, his father continued his mother's train of thought.

"It's a wonder a woman of any kind of respectable family would give you the time of day after all the disappointments you've been bringing home lately. You had a senator congratulating you last year, and now you've completely alienated one of my long-time friends and all his connections."

Jack's breathing became labored next to me, and I could feel the stress radiating off of him in waves. I frowned, the scowl only deepening as I caught Jack's mother staring at the floor and shaking her head and his father staring him down with a disapproving scowl.

"Hold on," I said, finally finding my voice after the past few minutes of shock. "Are you talking about Vernon Masters?"

"Of course I am," his dad responded. I opened my mouth to see if he happened to remember that Vernon Masters had recently fallen from public grace (although most of the public wasn't aware of the extent of it, and that he was also a wanted criminal), but he pressed on before I could, directing his comments at Jack more than me. "Not only that, but he had an inquiry into his leadership at the SSR, the first Chief ever to have that questionable of a tenure. Now, he's siding with a bunch of righteous fools who have no idea what they're talking about and are headed for the gutter, and he's going to wind up there with them, dragging us and the family name down, too."

Jack was shaking, and to my surprise, it seemed to be from a turmoil of upset emotions rather than anger. His father's words had an impact on him, and so did his mother's clear agreement with his father, but I didn't wait for any of them to sort out the situation, because I was shaking too. But with rage.

"You listen to me," I hissed, keeping my voice low to avoid throwing a scene but letting every single word drip with venom as I stared down Jack's parents. "Jack Thompson is one of the best men I know. He's sweet and wonderful and smart and strong and yeah, I want to kill him on a semi-regular basis, and there's some things I'm still mad at him for. But in the past year since that senator shook his hand, the wrong hand, he's been doing an absolutely fantastic job growing and leading and standing up for what's right, and it's been amazing to watch him become this wonderful man and leader. And if you disagree, you can go straight to hell, you absolute bastards."

All three Thompsons stared at me in shock, but I didn't care one bit. The anger still boiled in the pit of my stomach, and I knew if I stayed here long enough to get into an argument with Jack's dad, I'd probably just end up hitting him. So, I took Jack's hand from around my waist, and used it to pull him towards the exit.

"Come on, Jack, let's go. We don't need people who aren't going to appreciate you for the man you are now."

I didn't look back once as I tugged Jack out of the ballroom, people jumping out of my way to clear us a path at the fury of my gaze. Not completely the unnoticed exit we'd been shooting for, but I really didn't care anymore.

Once we got outside, we were immediately met by Peggy and Daniel, who'd decided to come in after a few minutes of us being off comms. I quickly brushed them off, since Jack was apparently too stunned to do so, telling them we were fine without filling in any details. I could see they had a thousand more questions they wanted to ask us, but before they got the chance, I brushed past them and pulled Jack towards our car. We'd arrived separately from our fellow agents for the sake of our cover, and now we were going to leave and get a little space from everyone, our friends included.

I was still fuming as I sank into the passenger seat, Jack sliding cautiously into the driver's seat. He kept glancing at me out of the corner of his eye as he started the car, but I stared straight ahead, trying to get a hold of the whirlwind of emotions warring in my chest.

I was furious at Jack's parents and the things they'd said to him. But now that we were out of there, I was also petrified by the realization I'd basically just confessed my love for Jack, despite a year and a half of trying to hide it. After a few moments of silence as Jack carefully pulled out of the parking lot, leaving Peggy and Daniel behind us, I sighed. I couldn't just ignore the situation, and the longer I waited to address it, the harder it would be.

"Listen, Jack, I'm sorry if that was weird," I started, staring straight ahead and refusing to look at him. "I just... I couldn't take what they were saying to you, and I saw the way it was hitting you, and I just... anyway, I'm sorry."

Jack didn't say anything for a few seconds, and I swear I was on the verge of a heart attack when he at last glanced over at me and spoke.

"Did you mean what you said in there?"

Of all the responses, that definitely wasn't one I was expecting. Jack kept glancing at me, only taking his eyes off the road for a fraction of a second, and I could feel a nervous energy radiating off of him that was nothing like the confidence he usually projected.

"Jack... of course I meant it. I don't think I could've ad-libbed something fake like that if I'd tried, despite my training as an agent."

"You swore," he snorted, at last sounding a little more relaxed. I was just about the only person in the office who didn't swear at least semi-regularly, but facing down Jack's dad, it just came out naturally.

"Yeah, well, your parents are assholes. I guess it brought something out of me," I grumbled. Jack looked over at me again, this time with a grin on his face. For the first time since he'd caught sight of his parents, the familiar, swaggering, ridiculous Jack Thompson that I loved so much was starting to come back.

"So... you think I'm sweet and wonderful?"

I groaned and covered my face, sinking low in my seat. My face was on fire, and I knew if Jack caught sight of my expression, that embarrassment would be reflected in it.

Jack chuckled, and a second later I felt the car roll to a stop. I risked a peek through my fingers to see that we'd pulled off on a side road, and now Jack had turned in his seat to face me. As soon as we made eye contact, I went back to completely covering my face and looked away from him.

"You know, if I didn't know better, Agent Y/L/N, I'd say it seems like you have a crush on me."

"Oh my God," I whined, turning even further away from Jack. I heard him chuckle, then felt his hands gently grip my wrists and tug them away from my face. I just stared at him, totally done with this night and this interaction. My expression apparently only made him happier, as the cheeky smile on his face grew.

"You do, don't you?"

"Shut up, Jack, alright?" I said, looking away from him and out the window and wishing to be anywhere else. "I already get enough crap about it from Peggy and Daniel."

"Wow, 'crap'? Who are you turning into?"

I yanked one of my wrists out of his hand and smacked him in the shoulder, unable to keep a smile off my face despite myself. I huffed a long sigh, mentally trying to figure out how to best get past this situation so Jack and I could keep working together despite my semi-admission, but then he spoke, his voice low and soft and more sincere than I usually heard it.

"I've got a thing for you too, you know. I have for a long time. I just never thought you'd feel the same way."

My attention snapped back to Jack, my eyes searching his face for any hint of teasing or a joke or anything else. I found nothing but plain, open honesty.

"I wasn't... great to you or Peggy when either of you first joined the agency," he continued. "I figured I'd pretty much lost my shot from then on, even if you've been a little more willing to spend time with me lately."

"Jack..." I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest. I reached out and softly cupped his cheek in my hand, and he leaned into my touch, staring at me like he couldn't quite believe I was real. "I've had a thing for you for a while, but... you've grown a lot lately. I meant what I said to your dad, you're somebody who's strong and stands up for what's right. And I also meant what I said about the few things I'm still a little mad about... you definitely made some mistakes in the past year, starting with that Senator after we dealt with Ivchenko and ending with Vernon Masters. But I've gotten to watch you grow and wake up to the bullshit around us and make different choices, and honestly, it's just made me fall harder."

A smile tugged at the corner of Jack's mouth. "Are you sure?"

"Completely."

Jack nodded, taking my hand in his and slowly pulling me closer to him. I tried to stay calm as one arm wrapped around my waist, over the console of the car, and his other hand dropped mine to tilt up my chin instead.

"Can I kiss you, Y/N?"

"Hell yes."

Jack laughed, and I beamed back at him as he at last closed the distance between us for a long-awaited, lingering kiss. We stayed like that for a few minutes, locked in each others' embrace, until finally we broke apart, both breathless but with gigantic smiles on our faces.

"You know, we're about to be working extra hours since we didn't find Vernon at this thing," started Jack, looking at me with a gleam in his eye, "but do you think there's any chance of carving out a little time in the schedule for me to take you on a real date?"

I beamed back at him, my heart exploding in my chest, this time from happiness rather than anger or embarrassment.

"Absolutely."

"Good. How about tomorrow? I'll pick you up from work at eight," he said, moving to start the car again. I leaned back in my seat happily, reaching over the console to grab his hand once we started rolling again.

"How are you going to pick me up from a place we'll both be at all day?"

He shrugged. "I'll find a way. So how about it, sweetheart?"

I grinned. "As long as you don't take me to that terrible place you recommended to Peggy and Daniel last month."

"Hey now. That place is fantastic, they just have awful taste."

"Mhm. Deal or no deal, Thompson?"

"Fine, deal." I squeezed Jack's hand, unable to stop the happy gesture as we cruised down the street together in companionable silence. After a few seconds, however, Jack spoke up again. "So does this mean you're gonna swear all the time now? Because I made a bet with Sousa-"

"No! It was a heat of the moment thing, it's not happening again."

"...What if I gave you a script to say to Sousa? Just a couple words?"

"No shot, Jack! You're just going to have to take the loss to Daniel."

Jack kept teasing me, trying to cajole me into helping him win his bet with Daniel, but I just laughed and turned him down. We kept joking and talking all the way back into town, until he dropped me off at home and walked me to the door, giving me a goodnight kiss like we'd just come back from a perfect first date. Which, I guess for SSR Agents, we kind of had.

We hadn't found Vernon Masters tonight, or any of his cronies, and I'd been about two seconds from physically assaulting my long-time crush's father. But Jack and I were going on a date tomorrow, and we had plenty of time to figure out all the other stuff, together. So as far as I was concerned, tonight had been an absolutely amazing night.

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Meet The Thompsons (Tales From The SSR)

Summary: On the night before shipping out, Jack Thompson contemplates his future as a commanding officer in the United States Navy and reflects on his strained relationship with his father before sharing a quiet moment of goodbye with his mother.

Pairing: None

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning/Disclaimers: None

A/N: For this one-shot, we’re gonna focus on Jack’s last night before shipping out and touch on the complicated relationship he has with his family (which we’re definitely gonna explore more in the future, so don’t worry!). Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Meet The Thompsons March 1942 The Home of Richard and Julia Thompson, Philadelphia (Previous One-Shot)

The muffled sounds of laughter and music filtered through the cool night air and up to where Jack was perched on the edge of the roof, his legs dangling over the edge as he rested his weight back on one hand and smoked a cigarette with the other; he was staring up at the constellations mapped out in the dark sky above, silently naming all the formations he’d learned about in school and wondering how different they’d look halfway across the world. True, the twenty-two year old was shipping out to a battleship stationed just off the coast of San Francisco first thing in the morning, but it would only be a matter of time before he’d find himself onboard a destroyer or attack transport deep in the heart of the Pacific Theater; if they don’t look too different, then it’ll be like bringing a piece of home along with me, Jack thought with a small smile, trying and failing not to think about the very real possibility that he might never see his family again.

Jack wasn’t one of those idealistic young men who foolishly believed that the war that had been raging for three years would come to a quick and easy end now that America was in the thick of it, and he certainly didn’t have any delusions of grandeur about what he’d encounter halfway across the world; he remembered his Pop-Pop’s stories about serving in the Army during the Spanish-American War, he’d heard whispers about what his father and uncles had endured throughout the Great War and he’d spent the past several months watching the newsreels that played between each film shown at his favorite movie theater. The brutal images emerging from both Europe and the Pacific had only encouraged Jack, a volunteer enlistee in the Navy’s V-7 program at his alma mater of Cornell University, to study harder at the OCS courses and graduate as one of thousands referred to as ninety-day wonders, deploying with the rank of ensign and the assurance of a promising career in the Navy. He knew exactly what he was getting himself into…but truth be told, that didn’t stop him from feeling nervous about whatever the future had in store for him.

“Jack Grant Thompson, you’d better not be smoking out there after you promised your Gam-Gam that you kicked that nasty habit!”

Cursing under his breath, Jack put his half-smoked cigarette out against the sole of his dress shoe and flicked it into the garden below, waving a hand around to clear the surrounding air as he loudly called over his shoulder, “I’m not, Ma!”

He could detect the exasperation in his mother’s chuckle and a moment later, she sat on his bedroom’s window ledge and looked out at him with a knowing smile on her lined face. “Breaking a promise to your Gam-Gam and lying to your mother all in the same night? That doesn’t sound like the well-behaved little boy that I raised, does it?”

“Geez, it was only one cig, Ma…” Jack sighed at his mother’s attempt to guilt him into apologizing and fought back the smile that threatened to form as he stood and walked across the roof to his bedroom window. “I wouldn’t stress too much about it if I were you; startin’ tomorrow, the Navy’s gonna ensure that your well-behaved little boy lays off the vices for good.”

Julia Thompson hummed in interest at that. “That’s a fair point. In that case, I’ll be sure to write a letter of thanks to Admiral Nimitz.” The evening’s gentle breeze ruffled his mother’s styled blonde hair as her jade-green eyes carefully considered him. “Is the smoking the only reason you’re up here, or are you avoiding the party?” The muffled sounds of Richard Thompson’s booming laugh broke through the music playing downstairs, and Julia’s face dawned with realization when Jack crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the window frame. “Jackie, you’re a smart young man; you know that your father isn’t the best at expressing himself but believe me, he’s proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished. After all, you graduated from the V-7 program at the top of your class – and in only ninety days, no less – and now you’re entering the United States Navy as a commanding officer. What parent wouldn’t be proud of such an accomplishment?”

Jack clenched his jaw and looked up at the stars littering the night sky as he stiffly replied, “Yeah, but would it kill the old man to say it once in a while? All he can ever manage to muster up is ‘Good work, son, but that final GPA could’ve been higher if you only applied yourself more’ or ‘Congratulations, son, but you need to practice more so you don’t fumble the ball after a good pass next season’ or ‘Well done, son, but you ninety-day wonders won’t have half the respect that the CO’s back in my Army days earned.’” He took his frustrations out on a fallen apple from their apple tree, kicking it off the rooftop and running an agitated hand through his freshly-trimmed hair. “I dunno, maybe he’ll finally have somethin’ to say when I ship out and don’t come b-”

“Don’t you even think about finishing that sentence, young man.” The older woman made the sign of the cross and kissed the gold crucifix dangling from her necklace before giving Jack a sharp look. “How do you think I – or the rest of the family, for that matter – feel whenever you fixate on this unnecessary need of yours to prove yourself to your father? We’re all so proud of you, Jackie, and we never miss an opportunity to tell you how proud we are; isn’t our love and approval just as important as his?”

A sense of guilt began gnawing at Jack’s stomach and he slowly nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he heaved another sigh. “I’m sorry, Ma, and I’m sorry for not bein’ a better man of the hour. Some going-away party, huh?”

“Over there, over there, send the word, send the word over there! That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming, the drums rum tumming everywhere!”

“From the sound of it, your uncles and cousins seem to be enjoying the party just fine.” They lapsed into a comfortable silence, and Jack sensed that his mother was quietly searching for the right words to say. “You may be able to put on a brave face and fool the rest of the family, my sweet boy, but you can’t fool your mother. You’re scared for what the future has in store for you.” Julia’s smile was patient and loving and the hand that briefly caressed his cheek was a familiar comfort, but Jack could detect a glint of her own fear in her jade-green eyes as she continued. “You’re not the first in this family I’ve sent off to war, Jackie, but I pray every day that you’ll be the last. Oh, and that reminds me!” She reached into the pocket of her dress and withdrew a small black box. “I’d rather you open this out here away from the rest of the family.”

With a sneaking suspicion of what the box contained, Jack arched a brow but went about opening it, biting his bottom lip to keep from chuckling when he poured its unsurprising contents into his open palm. “Hey, a Saint Christopher medal. How much convincin’ did it take for Father Fitzsimmons to bless this when he found out it was for me?”

His mother covered her mouth to muffle her chuckles. “Now that you mention it, he did wait until I placed my donation into the collection box before beginning his blessing. He’s forgiven the little eleven-year-old who smashed one of the church’s windows during a game of street baseball, but he certainly hasn’t forgotten.” Motioning for him to kneel on the roof in front of the window, Julia took the necklace and fastened it around his neck, her eyes beginning to water despite the smile that she struggled to maintain. “Jackie, while you’re overseas I want you to do two things for me: I want you to wear your Saint Christopher medal, and I want you to…I want you to promise me that no matter what you’ll see over there or how hopeless you might feel, you won’t forget about all the loved ones back home who will be praying for your safe return.”

Jack swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded as he forced himself to return his mother’s smile and readied himself to reassure his mother with promises they both knew he couldn’t keep. “Yeah. Yeah, of course I will, Ma. Now that Roosevelt’s finally gotten us onboard with the rest of the world, this war’ll be over in no time and I’ll be back here before you know it.”

When Julia’s lower lip trembled, he leaned forward and allowed her to wrap her arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. “Godspeed, Ensign Thompson.”

His mother’s sweet farewell was what finally brought a prickle of tears to Jack’s eyes, and he found himself returning her hug and burying his face into her shoulder as he savored their private goodbye. In that moment, he made a silent vow to himself: that he would do whatever it took, move heaven or hell if he had to, to return home a war hero worthy of his family’s pride. And with a shiny war medal pinned onto my chest, my father won’t be able to add a stipulation to his praise, he thought with a small inward smirk despite himself.

“So prepare, say a prayer, send the word, send the word to beware! We’ll be over, we’re coming over and we won’t come back ‘till it’s over, over there!”

“I should go and make sure that your uncles and cousins haven’t gotten into your Pop-Pop’s good liquor…” Julia pulled away and gave Jack’s brow a chaste kiss. “Come down whenever you’re ready, Jackie, but don’t wait too long; you have an early train to catch tomorrow morning, after all.”

His mother gave him one last smile before standing and exiting the bedroom, taking care to close the door behind her. After glancing down at the Saint Christopher medal resting against his blue necktie, Jack tucked the necklace into his shirt’s collar and reached into his pocket for his beat-up carton of cigarettes; if he was going to march head-first into one of the largest wars the world had ever seen and finally do something to earn his father’s pride, then he might as well keep fibbing to his Gam-Gam and enjoy his vice to the fullest while he still could.

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A/N: It was rough writing this, knowing what Jack would end up experiencing during his years of service, but I liked exploring more of his character and can’t wait to revisit the Thompson family in the future! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot! Enjoy!

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Cryptids & Creatures of Folklore Drawtober Day 28 — Tuttle Bottoms Monster

On August 6th, 1963, Sheriff James L. Thompson ran into a young man with a rifle in a swampy area north of Harrisburg, Illinois called Tuttle Bottoms. The man told Sheriff Thompson that there was a monster on the loose. He described it as approx. 8 feet long, 4 feet tall, hairy, and said that it had a long nose like an anteater. The sheriff sent the man home but later ran into a dozen more teenagers who were also hunting for the creature. More sightings were reported in the following years, most from hunters and farmers in the area and teenagers who liked to use the lonely swamp as a make-out spot.

Gary Crabtree, former Police Chief of Harrisburg, claimed to have received over 50 reports of this strange creature over his 28 year career.

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M's Marvel Thought of the Day

Daniel Sousa, now settled in the 21st century, looks up what happened to his friends from his own timeline.

Daisy had already gently broken the news about Peggy's death to him. They visited her grave site and talked about the adventures and missions the two had been on.

He read the case file on Howard and Maria Stark's death, the Winter Solider case and knowledge of who he was sending him for a loop. He'd met Sergeant Barnes once, that day when he thought he would die on the battle field. He had never been Howard's biggest fan but no one deserved that.

He read the obituaries of Ana and Edwin Jarvis, found they were buried in New York, side by side as they'd been in life. He left pink flowers - Ana's favourite colours of peonies - on their grave, and thanked them for their friendship and support.

There had been two people he'd been somewhat surprised to find out were still alive and unbelievably in the same old people's home in DC. He'd been unsure whether visiting would be a good idea but after some gentle investigating from Daisy and Mack, he found himself entering a rec room. There was various elderly people around, reading newspapers or napping in high backed armchairs. But no-one looked familiar. Daisy squeezed his hand before getting the attention of one of the nurses, who led them around the corner of the room.

As they make their approach when Daniel hears a far too familiar voice, making him stop in his tracks.

"Ha! Got you again Thompson, pay up!" Rose Roberts, with now grey hair but with the same thick glasses, smirked triumphantly across the top of the checkers board.

The older man across the table groaned. "We go through this every damn day Rose. Can we go back to Chess?" Daniel took in the older man he'd known a life time ago, hair still slicked back in the way it had always been. A cane leant against the wall behind him and he coughed after laughing at Rose's comeback.

"Chief Thompson? Agent Roberts?" The nurse asked drawing their attention. "You have some visitors."

Both former agents looked across to see Daniel standing with an indecipherable look on his face.

"Fucking hell..."

"What the hell..." Their voices overlapped suddenly.

"Hey Rose, hey Jack." Daniel said stepping forward. Rose struggled to her feet, using the table to leverage herself up.

"Chief? Is that really you?" Rose looked up at him, his arms coming up to help balance her.

"It's me. It's good to see you Rose." And he found himself engulfed in her arms, wrapping his back around her and holding her tight. "God it's good to see you Rose."

"How the hell are you here?" She said as she looked back up to him. "And who's the beautiful woman you brought with you?" She fixed him with that same mischievous look she used to shoot at him all the time after glancing to Daisy who stood off to the side. Always so invested in his love life, so he chuckled.

"I can explain everything I promise. Why don't we sit?" He helped her back to her chair, glancing across to Jack who had his hand's in fists on the other side of the table. "Hi Thompson."

"Who are you?" He demanded. "You're sure as hell not Daniel Sousa. He died in...55." He paused remembering the exact year. "We buried him. We... mourned him. You sure as hell aren't him."

"I can explain that I am Jack."

"I am 102, not stupid." Rose scoffed, making both men turn to her.

"Jack do be serious. What about Rogers? He came back to Peg did he not?"

"How can we be sure? It may be some traitor. Davey was telling me just the other day about those shape shifting aliens Fury was palling around with..." Jack started saying.

"How about this Jack? I'll prove it to you." The older man looked puzzled but let him continue. "Before you went to Russia with Carter, met the Howling Commandoes when we were investigating Stark. You tricked me in the locker room, into seeing Carter changing. You asked me to get your compass from..."

"Locker 42." Jack finished his sentence and looked Daniel up and down, his gaze resting on the prosthetic leg.

"I've still only got one leg but the future makes a better prosthetic than Stark by a mile." Daniel joked, and Jack stood at that, pulling Daniel into a hug that he was not expecting. "It's good to see you too Jack."

They sat back down, chairs pulled up for Daniel and Daisy, as they told the story of faking his death, and pulling him out of time. Of their adventures into space and the weird and wacky things he'd discovered in the 21st Century.

They told him stories from their own lives after his death, cases he'd missed out on, Howard's ridiculousness. Peggy's rise to power. The three old friends spoke fondly of her, recalling stories from throughout the time they spent with her.

Rose grilled him and Daisy on their story and relationship, telling Daisy all the embarrassing things that Daniel had been happy to leave behind in the 50's. The unlikely pair giggled and formed a friendship.

Rose told her stories of her first and second marriage, her daughter, son-in-law and grandson who would visit every weekend.

Jack had been married when Daniel died, to Peggy's lovely personal secretary Ruth who knew how to put him in his place. They'd only had a daughter the year or two before Daniel supposedly died. Jack talked about how they'd gone on to have three more daughters, now had 8 grandchildren, including a grandson who had joined SHIELD recently (Daniel promised to keep an eye out for him). Then, his Ruth had passed a few years ago and Daniel expressed his condolences.

At that moment, a young boy, probably 5-years-old barrelled into the room and to Jack's side. "Pops, Pops!"

"Hey there, Danny. How's my favourite guy?" With surprising strength for a man of his years, Jack swung the young man up till he was sat on his knee.

"I'm good! Momma's coming now." He pointed to where a pretty blonde was making her way across the room, shaking her head as she stooped to kiss Jack on the cheek and ruffle her son's head.

"Sorry Grandpa, the traffic was horrendous." She greeted Rose much the same way, passing her a package. "Fudge from that place on 4th for your Rose, Danny over there insisted." She turned to the guests who sat between them. "Hello, I'm Ruthy." She shook their hands.

"Ruthy, this is Daniel and Daisy. Daniel, Daisy, my granddaughter Ruthy and her son, Danny." Jack smirked at Sousa as his great-grandson played with the watch on his wrist.

"Danny? Huh." Was the only thing Daniel came up with as he watched an old friend acting like a goofy grandparent.

"Yeah, Grandpa had a friend called Daniel who saved his life a bunch of times when he was younger. Used to tell us stories all about Sousa and Carter and their adventures. We never believed him until we found out where he worked." Ruthy filled in nonchalantly, sitting on the opposite side of the table, digging through her bag to produce a water bottle for her son unaware of the look on Daniel's face. Jack smirked massively. "Here, Grandpa. I managed to grab that album from storage that you wanted." She handed across a large leather bound photo album to the older man, who flipped through a few pages.

"Here you go Daisy, you'll like this one." Jack smirked, that old charming smile creeping onto his face as he passed the now open book across to her, Daniel peering over her shoulder and scoffing.

"Woah." Ruth finally looked up, glancing at the photo and then back up to Daniel and back again. "Well. I cannot believe it took me that long. I knew you looked familiar. I thought it was just Quake that had me thinking that."

Daisy smirked. "You don't seem surprised?"

"Oh I've worked at Stark Industries for a long time, I'm so used to superheroes and weird tech not much surprises me anymore. You see Tony Stark walking round in Iron-Man pants one too many times and you get over stuff pretty quickly." She levelled Daniel with a look. "Time travel huh?"

"Yes. But I haven't seen these in literal years." He said his hand tapped a few photos. One from the first day of opening the first SHIELD base, Thompson and Howard Stark stood either side of Peggy and Daniel. Another of Peggy, Daniel and Rose throwing confetti at Jack's wedding. One of Daniel and Thompson with Peggy on her Wedding Day. An outtake of that one where Howard was attempting to jumping into frame and Jarvis dragging him out, while the three of them laughed lay below it.

He could still picture that party, he could hear the band playing, memories of Peggy dancing with Rogers, happy and content. He remembered how happy he was for her.

Daisy squeezed his knee beneath the table and brought him back to the present. He pressed a kiss to her temple and continued the conversation. They had coffee and cake and Rose shared her fudge. Daisy made lunch trolley roll across the room, making Jack's great-grandson shriek in delighted laughs and push it back into a position where she could do it again and again.

They left hours later and Daniel felt more settled than he had done in a long time. Daisy squeezed his hand as they drove away.

They'd return to visit every time they were in town, which was more often these days now SHIELD HQ was there, sometimes together, sometimes alone. They met all of both of their families, attended Ruth's 100th birthday. Brought presents for Daniel's namesake's birthday.

When Daisy and Daniel tied the knot, two reserved seats on the front row of the groom's side were filled my two of his oldest friends some of their families just a couple rows back. They 'snuck' them into new SHIELD HQ to see all the new tech and planes, the memorial wall that included people they'd known a lifetime ago.

Daniel loved the future, loved living his life alongside Daisy and her family. But knowing his friends were there, getting to spend time with them was an unexpected but valuable thing for him. It gave him a link to the past, someone to shoot the breeze with, with some similar experiences from the past. A taste of a previous life he was grateful for as he lived his new one.

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