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fooled-around-and-fell · 9 months

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Can you do a shy reader who is not very good with social cues and agent Whiskey please

oh boy, with agent whiskey who's a serial flirt? this reminds me of that scene from grey's anatomy of mark sloan and cristina yang lol. anyway, hope you enjoy! ❣️

Social Cues

warnings: flirting. fluff.

pairing: agent whiskey (jack daniels) x female reader

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when jack was informed that there will be a new recruit, he wasn't expecting you. you, in all your glory, and jack can't help but stare as you introduce yourself to the others.

like a moth to a flame, jack volunteers every time there's an opening on your case, has lunch with you, offers you a ride home, everything he could think of just so that he can get a (longer) whiff of you.

but jack is slowly losing his mind. he knows he's got game-- he's jack daniels, for god's sake. jack was just poking fun at first, but now he's actually interested in you and wondering why in hell aren't you?

there's a number of times when jack's trying to flirt with you but you just don't get it. it frustrates and intrigues him.

"hey sugar, why don't you join me for dinner tonight and afterwards i can show you just how my whip works, yeah?" jack smirks. "thanks jack, but ginger already showed me the mechanics. maybe just dinner?"

another time;

"oh, jack, you look like a tomato." jack chuckles, he just returned from a mission that had him stand in the sun for hours. he's sunburnt. "yeah? was hopin' you like tomatoes." "yeah! they're good as a sauce or soup."

"maybe try just telling her you're interested?" ginger suggests.

jack looks at her like she's crazy. "now where's the fun in that?"

"well you're clearly not going anywhere with your current approach." she says. "doesn't seem like your regular charm is working."

"it works. usually." he presses. "i just need to figure out what she likes."

jack spends the next few days coming up with the perfect way to approach you and impress you. he now knows what you like and dislike, what you can't tolerate, and what you absolutely love.

it's not until he sees tequila flirting with you, and you blushing that it gets him mad.

"what's going on here?" he casually asks.

"oh, tequila's just telling me a funny story." you giggle.

jack raises his brow. "oh really? 'bout what?"

tequila shrugs. "had to be there for it to be funny, you know? i'll see you later." he sends a wink your way before leaving.

you shake your head with a smile and look at jack. "so, what can i do for you, jack?"

jack's lips are still pursed. he can't believe tequila would stab him in the back like that.

"jack?"

"huh? oh, nothin-" jack clicks his tongue. enough is enough. "no, actually, i do have a question for you."

"shoot." you nod.

jack looks at you deeply and takes a breath. "what is wrong with you?"

"huh??"

"i- i've been trying to flirt with you all week, and you ignore me. you shoot me down, but you're all smiles and sweetness when you do it." he says. "sugar, i don't know if i should be insulted or what."

your eyes are wide as you stare at him. "you've been flirting with me?"

"yeah." jack replies, stating the obvious. "wait, you don't know?"

you shake your head. "i'm.. okay, it's probably my bad," you grimace, "i've been told that i don't pickup social cues very well."

jack groans and sighs. "no kidding."

you can't help the small chuckle escaping you at jack's obvious struggle. "why don't you ask me directly?"

"what?"

"ask me. directly."

jack blinks a few times and straightens himself. "can- no. will you give me the honor of taking you out on a date?"

you smile. "of course, jack. see, that was easy, right?"

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pedropascalmybeloved · 1 year

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Whiskey in the cabin is so pretty I'll cry

#agent whiskey #Pedro Pascal #jack daniels #Kingsman 2 #kingsman the golden circle #pedro pascal gifs #pedro pascal gif #Pedro Pascal gifset #agent whiskey gifs #agent whiskey gif #agent whiskey gifset #pretty boy

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yousharknotpass · 8 months

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a tornado in a trailer park (agent whiskey) 🥃🌪️

#kingsman #the golden circle #kingsman 2 #kingsman the golden circle #agent whiskey #whiskey #pedro pascal #fanart #my art #kingsman fanart #pedro #agent whiskey fanart #pedro pascal art #that iconic blue cowboy ski suit hell yeah #lasso

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pedropascalsx · 1 year

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#mine: pedro pascal #pedro pascal #mine: kingsman #Kingsman 2 #kingsman #Kingsman: the golden circle #the golden circle #jack daniels #agent whiskey #agent whiskey jack daniels #my gifs #**

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pedropascll · 1 year

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“whatever you say gorgeous” 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

#pedro pascal #joel miller #agent whiskey #javier peña #the last of us #kingsman #kingsman 2 #narcos #lauren speaks #my post

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whiskeynwriting · 7 months

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Hi Liv. 💜 Thank you for writing so many lovely pieces for Daddy Whiskey. I am having the worst time I’ve had in a long time. I’m really sick but I still have to attend to a lot of obligations, and I haven’t had time to rest. How would Daddy Whiskey take care of me and make me slow down? 🤧🤒😴

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A Different Kind of Love

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Daddy kink (it’s always here), illness, medicine, established relationship/marriage, sweet fluffies

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“Hm?”

“Sugar,” Your husband whispers, shaking his head. The feeling of his hand, warm and strong, slides beneath the covers to caress your forearm. His other stays on your forehead, pressing a cold washcloth to your skin. “You didn’t tell me it was this bad.”

“Huh?” Your eyes are barely opening, having gone dry and droopy from sleep.

“One-hundred and four.” Jack states, prompting your eyes to widen. “Here, drink.” He then says, offering you an open water bottle.

Everything feels weird, almost dizzying in a way. When you’d gone to sleep, Jack was still away on his business trip, and having him here so suddenly is surprising.

“Why are you… how…”

“Sh,” He returns, lifting the bottle toward you again.

Grunting slightly, you attempt to sit up, your muscles sore and throbbing. Immediately, Jack is setting the washcloth down and reaching for you. With both of those strong hands on your back, he helps you up, urging you to lean on him. And while cradling your body, he offers the water again, urging you to take it.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” He coos quietly, kissing your forehead.

“Gonna get my germs.” Comes your weak protest, finally downing the drink. But he only laughs. It’s that deep chuckle you love so much, the one you can feel in his belly.

“I missed you.”

“I’m sorry I’m so gross.” The words come out broken and shrill, spoken through a tiny sob. And to his surprise, you start to cry.

“Babydoll, you’re sick.” He states, almost incredulously. “And you’re not gross.” Wrapping both arms around you, he hugs you tightly, feeling your body relax into his own. “I’m here now, stop worryin’.”

Brushing a hand over your head, he slides the loose hairs away from your sweaty face, only to kiss your skin again. He can feel you shaking in his arms, can feel the ragged breaths coming from your chest.

“C’mon, let’s get you in the shower. We gotta get this temperature down.”

Reaching for the hair tie on your nightstand, Jack wraps your hair up into a messy bun. And you’re so weak that you let him, not bothering to protest. You hate feeling like such a burden.

“Did you leave early?”

“I did.” Jack tells you, beginning to lift your shirt to help you undress.

“Why?” Your pout is evident, even as you lift your arms for him.

“Babycakes, I haven’t seen you this sick in years. Couldn’t just leave you here by yourself.” His trip was supposed to last ten days, but he cut it in half just for you. “Now c’mon, sweetheart.”

Once your panties are off Jack undresses himself, finally shrugging off his business suit. It’s only now that you realize he was still wearing it. He didn’t even bother to change when he got home before coming to comfort you.

Jack takes both of your hands before helping you up, tugging on you gently. And he holds them still as he walks you to the bathroom. The cold metal on his left hand prompts your eyes to wander down, a small smile slipping on your face.

“I love you.” Looking up at him, that smile remains.

He isn’t looking at you, he’s looking down while reaching for the faucet. But he smiles anyway. “I love you too, babycakes.”

When the water is warm he guides you in, eyeing your shaky steps. And while the heat feels good on your skin, you can’t help but shiver without your clothes on. Before Jack steps in, though, he grabs a little package out of one of your decorative jars, unwrapping it and dropping the contents onto the shower drain. And immediately, the smell of eucalyptus hits your nose, a calming scent that opens up your sinuses.

“Thank you.” You’re still trembling, your breaths stuttering, too.

“Stop thankin’ me.” His voice is calm and reassuring, his body a welcomed presence as he finally steps in to stand behind you. Jack’s sculpted arms then link around your midsection, his head dropping down to rest his chin on your shoulder. He keeps you against him, keeps you up. “It’s what I’m here for,” A soft kiss to your cheek, a small hum. “What I’m supposed to do.”

While you’re leaning against him, Jack grabs your loofah and body wash, lathering the soft tool before rubbing it over your body. He’s gentle with it, scrubbing you clean in the most loving way he knows how. And he doesn’t worry about your hair - having a head full of cold, wet hair won’t make your cold any better.

“What about you?” Your voice is scratchy and unpleasant; it doesn’t sound like you. “I can’t, can’t wash you right now, baby.”

Your husband tuts at this, brows furrowing. “Wouldn’t expect you to. I’ll wash myself in a minute, honey.”

And he does just that, helping you to sit on the stone bench while he washes his hair and body. He’s quick with it, too, not wanting you to sit out of the stream for too long.

“I’m sorry you had to leave early. Champ must be so mad at you.”

“Not at all.” Giving his head a shake, he tells you, “Gives those idiot nephews a chance to prove their worth.”

Chuckling to yourself quietly, you think back to the two men you’d met. They’re around your age, the new agents, and very clearly inept. Turns out Champ is a fan of nepotism, favoring his nephews.

“Still, I’m sorry you had to leave for me. I didn’t mean to make you w-worry.” As soon as you’re shivering again, Jack is helping you onto your feet again and ushering you beneath the warm stream.

“Honey, you’re the most precious thing I have.” He reassures you, holding you once again. “I always worry about you.”

He’s so handsome, it’s all you can think. You’re drunk with love for him - how could one man be so overwhelmingly perfect? He’s caring, doting, you’ve never had anyone in your life make you feel so special. The way Jack treats you is something else entirely, it’s a different kind of love.

Clean pajamas hold your body sweetly, soft and smelling oh so sweet. What’s even sweeter is the ice cream Jack doordashed for you, alongside your other favorite treats. And right now, he’s at the door, paying the delivery man before taking the food into the bedroom. It’s not the best habit, eating food in bed. But when you’re this sick, who the hell cares?

“Alright, here we go.” Jack mumbles to himself, setting the plates of food down over the bedsheets. “And here’s your medicine.” He then says, handing you a couple of pills.

Before he helped you back into bed, Jack changed the sheets, putting on the clean set and then tossing the dirty ones into the washer. The entire time you’ve been sick, you’ve been worrying about the house. The dishes, the trash, the unkempt sheets. Especially with Jack returning, you wanted to make sure everything was neat for him, it’s what you always did. But when you couldn't even get out of bed to brush your teeth, you knew there was no way you’d be cleaning. Though, you knew Jack would never hold it against you.

After ordering the food, Jack did about the house, putting things away, wiping down the surfaces and taking care of the dirty dishes and overflowing trash. It took him less than thirty minutes, and he didn’t even break a sweat. In his mind, nothing was more important than making sure you got your rest. And that meant taking away any and all distractions that would lure you out of bed. But once the food came, and everything was clean and cozy, he finally settled beside you in bed, picking up his own plate of food.

Leaning onto his shoulder, you sigh, a wave of emotion running through your body. “Daddy,” Burying your face into his chest, you finally allow yourself to release your tears of frustration and pain. “I don’t feel good.”

Setting his plate aside, he hushes you. “C’mere, honey.”

When the food is off the bed, Jack’s urging you to rest your head in his lap. He lays back, feeling you shift onto his broad chest. One arm wraps around your back, holding you against him, while the other runs over your beautiful hair.

“I know you’re not feelin’ good, sweet pea.” Jack’s voice is soothing, deep and warm and everything you need. “I’m so sorry. But I’m here, okay? I promise. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it for you.”

“I just wanna cuddle you.” Your voice is muffled, face resting against his black, short-sleeve shirt.

Again, he grins, letting out a small chuckle. Turning his head, he gives your temple a kiss before placing his fingers beneath your chin. And when your head is tilted up, he places a sweet, small kiss onto your lips.

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

#daddy whiskey #my one and only #you take the best care of me #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x female reader #agent whiskey fluff #Jack Daniels #Kingsman 2 #Kingsman 2 fanfiction #Kingsman 2 tgc #Kingsman 2: The Golden Circle

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lowlights · 1 year

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when it finally catches up with you

jack daniels / agent whiskey x f!reader // 1.4k words

warnings: soft but angsty. reader has depression and mentions taking prescription meds and going to therapy briefly. tears, sadness. but- hope. I've been feeling low and this is a comfort that I needed to write out. if you're feeling sad, you're not alone. let people help you. <3

Jack spotted it the second you walked in. Why did you think you could hide it?

You had been sad for some time now and doing everything you could think of to get through it. But meds take time to work and you were just getting started with a new therapist. This morning had been particularly rough. You had tried, in vain, to mask your splotchy cheeks with the powder from the compact that lived at the bottom of your purse. You wore your sunglasses inside, hoping someone would just think you were hungover. Not a totally uncommon phenomenon at the distillery, after all.

But Jack…always saw right through everyone. Including you, from the first moment you entered the Statesman office.

You hurried through the expansive lobby and pushed open the big doors with the words “Employees Only” emblazoned in gold letters. Jack was deep in conversation with another agent as you ducked your head down and made a beeline for your office. You thought, foolishly, that if you could just close your door behind you everything would be alright. You could break down in your office and no one would be the wiser.

“Hey darlin’, slow down! I’ve got some great news.” Jack’s southern drawl carried down the hallway, followed shortly by the sound of jogging boots. You kept walking, determined to make it the last few steps to your office, to safety. You were so close that if you reached out you could almost grasp the brass door handle.

Jack slid in front of you, blocking your path. On any other day, it would be a welcome intrusion to have the cowboy push into your personal space with his big smile and tight jeans. Today, though, he was too close. He would be able to sense - know - that something was very wrong.

“You didn’t stop to get your coffee, I’ve been waitin’ for you by the breakroom all morning,” he pouted, leaning on one arm against your doorframe. His face immediately dropped, brows gathered in concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked in a low voice, not a hint of his usual humor or cocksure attitude. “Did someone hurt you?”

You shook your head quickly, hoping the other agents passing by wouldn’t give you a second look. They rarely did, only coming to you when they needed tech help and even then barely sparing a word or two in your direction. Jack was the exception.

“Alright, let’s just duck in here and sort this out,” he said reassuringly as he ushered you into your own little office. His hand felt warm and solid on your back, and his kindness made you want to break down fully. He closed the door behind him and spun around to look at you, shoulders tense. His gaze was steadfast and piercing, giving you every bit of his attention. He was very clearly worried and it sent a wave of guilt over you.

Jack put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently. “What’s goin’ on, sugar?” His pet names never felt condescending and in fact, you found comfort in them. A tiny moment of sweetness in a tough world. “Can you take those off? I’d like to set my eyes on ya,” he asked gently, nodding at your sunglasses.

You reluctantly pulled off your shades and met his gaze. The words that were trapped in your throat gathered in a huge, burning lump. How could you possibly begin to explain? You could barely make any sense of it.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked again as he rubbed his thumb in small circles across your shoulder.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer. “I-I don’t…I don’t know. Everything feels awful and I don’t know why,” you choked out as sobs wracked your body. “What the hell is wrong with me?”

Jack pulled you close to his warm chest as you cried against him. Your mind screamed with embarrassment and shame as your thoughts swirled between how you were getting Jack’s shirt wet with your tears and how you could never show your face at Statesman again.

“Oh, not a thing is wrong with you, sugar. It’s alright. I’ve got you.” Jack murmured reassurances, running his hand up and down your back. His familiar cologne enveloped you and the feeling of his crisp, white shirt against your cheek grounded you. It was softer than you had imagined.

Yes, imagined. Of course, it was your luck that the first time you found yourself in Jack’s arms would be because you were becoming completely undone on a random Thursday. There wasn’t a reason, either. Not one that was easily pointed to and remedied. You made things work for a living, solving problems and innovating, while your own life fell apart around you.

Sadness had followed you for some time now, clawing at your heels. Apparently, it had finally caught up.

The tears were starting to dry after several minutes in Jack’s comforting embrace. You didn’t want to untangle yourself but you had imposed on him for far too long. He was probably dying to make an excuse and a quick getaway, as he had done more than anyone else would already. Surely out of pity, no doubt.

As your breath steadied you could feel Jack murmuring whispered words against the crown of your head. It occurred to you that not only had he not pulled away as soon as humanly possible, but he was hugging you even tighter. You tried to make out what he was saying, but you could only hear every few words.

“Alright…safe… I’m here…sweetest thing…good girl…”

You tilted your head up, ready to apologize, but Jack’s red-rimmed eyes stopped the words from coming. He was upset, but not at you.

“I hate seeing you like this. I’m not gonna leave you feelin’ so low. I swear it. Do you hear me?” Jack kissed your forehead, sending shockwaves down your spine. “You will not stay feeling this way.”

They were the words you had longed to hear but didn’t believe yourself, because sadness lies about such things. Maybe if Jack could say it again a few more times you might start to believe it.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have- I’m just so sorry,” you stuttered. You always felt like you had to apologize for taking up space, and people’s time and efforts.

“Don’t you dare. You don’t have a thing to apologize for, sweetheart.” Jack raised his hand tentatively, caressing your cheek with far more gentleness than you ever could have dreamt. He kissed your nose softly before slotting his lips against yours. It was brief- too brief- and the most comforting thing in the world.

Jack’s called you a lot of things, but he’s never called you sweetheart before. You leaned up and kissed Jack again, firmer this time so that you could feel the tickle of his mustache and relish in just how soft those lips were.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. I didn’t think I would be such a mess when I finally got to kiss you,” you said as you pulled away, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands.

Jack smiled and grazed his fingers across his lips. “Good, because I was worried I was taking advantage of you in your time of sorrow.” You chuckled and shook your head, stepping back into his embrace.

He tilted your chin up and stared like he could see you for exactly who you were. You were bare in front of him and you waited for it to feel painful like it always did when you were vulnerable in front of others. The bad feeling never came, because with Jack you were safe. He promised he wouldn’t leave you feeling like this, and you believed him.

You laced your fingers with his, overcome with just how right it felt. “Oh, you said you had good news?” you asked, needing not to talk about yourself for a moment.

Jack grinned and pulled your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “Sure did. Got offered the gig of a lifetime. They want me to head up the New York office.” He took a deep breath. “There’s only one person I would want by my side up there. Are you up for an adventure?”

Maybe things could change for the better. Maybe they already were.

#angsty but hopeful #jack will make it better #and maybe get some therapy of his own while he's at it #jack daniels x f!reader #agent whiskey #kingsman 2 #tw: depression

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alwaysdogmaticslumber · 2 years

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I WANT HARRY HART.

that is it. that is the post.

#harry hart #harry hart x reader #harry hart fanfic #kingsman #kingsman 2 #kingsman the secret service #kingsman the golden circle #colin firth #ao3 fanfic #harry hart reader #hartwin #harry hart smut

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kjapaluv · 21 days

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Kingsman 2

#Kingsman #kingsman 2 #taron egerton

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celine-was-here · 1 year

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There’s only 3 types of Pedro Pascal fans

1) just a lil grogu and his dad

2) infinite ♾ thirst dcreeve edition

3) Here’s my heart you goober with hot dad energy that could fold me in half

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal edits #the mandalorian #grogu #groguthechild #baby yoda #agent whiskey #kingsman #kingsman 2

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firsttarotreader · 10 days

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Remember when Pedro said that? 😅😅 Poor babe! We’ll go to the movies with you! 🫂

So y’all don’t find it strange when you run into him at the movies by himself with a huge bucket of popcorn! 😂

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fandom #kingsman 2 #interview

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fooled-around-and-fell · 10 months

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Sweet Whiskey

Summary: Just soft!Agent Whiskey with an injured you.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x female reader

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"Where is she?" Jack pushed the doors open, shoving Eggsy in the process. "Where is she?!"

"I'm here, sourpuss." You winced from behind the curtains. Even without seeing him, you knew there was a frown on Jack's face.

Jack, very dramatically, opened the curtains and sat next to your bed.

"My God, Jack. What would happen if I were naked behind those curtains? You'd just be exposing me to Eggsy here?" You teased.

Jack sighed. He had no time for your little jokes. He held your hand and brought it up to his face, asking you to hold him gently. "Darlin', please. You need to be more careful."

"I'm fine, Jack." You tried to sit up. "Just little bumps and bruises."

His lips pursed. "A GSW is not a 'bumps and bruises' kind of injury. And, Ginger told me you refused medication?"

"What? No," You held his hand. "I just didn't want that instant healing thing she offered. You know it makes me feel nauseous afterwards."

"Darlin-"

"Wait, hold on, so you two are dating?" Eggsy interrupted. "We're allowed to date fellow agents?"

Jack turned towards him. "Do you mind?"

"Right, sorry." Eggsy apologized.

"It's alright, Eggsy." You chuckled. "And no, we're not dating. We're engaged. Oh, and yes, you're allowed to date fellow agents. Just be discreet about it in the beginning."

Jack shook his head and gave you a questioning look, as if to ask, why did you just tell him that?

You raised your brow. "He saved my life, Jack. Be nice."

Jack sighed and rolled his eyes like a child. "Kid, mind giving us some privacy?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Eggsy left the room.

Once Eggsy left, Jack went closer to your side and held you in his arms. "The moment I heard you were shot, I thought I'd lost you."

You smiled. "You can't get rid of me that easily."

He finally cracked a smile.

"There it is." You kissed the corners of his lips. "You look much better with a smile on your face."

"Patronizing me, sweetheart?"

You faked a gasp. "I would never."

Jack chuckled and kissed your hands. "Get some rest. I'll come back in a few hours after I'm done dealing with the people who did this to my sweet."

You hummed. "There's my man."

"Always yours, darlin'."

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