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Marcus P- Only For You by burntheedges

Din- Bad is good, wicked is better by thefact0rygirl

Max P- Control by sageispunk

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handcrafted with love

Pairing: Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Words: 4.1K

Warnings: Food Mention, Drinking, Festival Setting, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a tent, Slight Jealousy, No use of Y/N, Reader has no specific character descriptions, and anything else lmk!

Summary: Your mission takes you and Agent Whiskey to the Glastonbury festival to gather the whereabouts of Clara Von Gluckfberg’s ex-boyfriend. Yet this mission turns out to be more than you had expected, while simultaneously being everything you ever hoped for.

A/N: I hope yall enjoy this little idea, I had been sitting on it for monthsss and now I finally got the chance to bring it to words. I still haven't recovered from the belt buckle and its 2021 :))))

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He really has no shame, does he?

You think as you watch your partner, Whiskey, try to flirt his way to gather intel from Clara Von Gluckfberg.

You have to admit she’s gorgeous as she laughs when she places her hand on his forearm, clearly buying into whatever Whiskey is whispering in her ear. You nibble on a snack from your small side bag, enjoying the show. You keep snacks around for the sole purpose being that these missions take quite some time to gather intel and you always forget to have a full meal. Whiskey would remind you, but you just don’t have time.

“Ah well aren’t you a charmer?” You say loud enough for him to hear through your earpieces, rolling your eyes eating the last piece of your snack.

You watch Clara reach into her bag searching for her cellphone as you overheard through the earpiece, Whiskey takes this chance to scan the festival narrowing his eyes on you just to wink. Making you laugh, you take it as your queue to leave him and head back to your shared tent.

Whiskey had driven both of you there, in case there was a need for a quick getaway giving you a chance to bring your supply of snacks. To which he watched you carry on your lap the whole ride to the festival from the corner of his eye. He never judged you for it, considering he literally had whiskey around his belt.

Heading to your tent you try to decide what to do, all you both really need from this mission is the whereabouts of Charlie Hesketh, Clara’s ex-boyfriend. So taking a nap doesn’t sound half bad. You figure he might take a while collecting the information, he’d probably have to use his charm to persuade her.

You feel slightly jealous, thinking back at the way he spoke with Clara. You know he does it because he has too.You scoff to yourself knowing you’re trying to convince yourself. It’s just he’s so damn good at charming women, you’d always hoped he’d flirt with you in that way. But Whiskey always kept it professional with you, which you deeply appreciated considering not many people in the agency take you as serious.

Maneuvering your way through the crowd once your tent is in eyesight, you sigh in relief entering. The shared tent had a dark blinder separating your left side to Whiskey’s right with curtains in the front of the sleeping areas. You open your own curtain tying them to the side, taking off your boots dragging yourself to your single bed to lay on your back.

You barely close your eyes when Whiskey enters, “Clover, are you going to sleep?”

He taps your dangling feet that are near the end of your bed with his boot.

You’re always shamelessly overflowed with joy whenever Whiskey would call you his clover, he called everyone else the same thing like sugar or sweets. But with you it was clover -his clover.

During a meeting with the Kingmans for intel exchange, Whiskey was grabbing drinks for everyone in the booth. Next thing you know, you were flinging yourself off the booth to catch his lasso that had flown out of his clutch near you. Just in time to wrap it around the man’s neck threatening to turn it on if he didn't let him go of your partner’s throat and to drop the very sharp weapon aimed at his neck. The whole incident happened fairly quickly. You’re still unsure what provoked the fight and how exactly Whiskey became unarmed, since he’s a master with hand to hand combat.

You’ve seen it countless times, but you know better not to pry. He couldn't even look at you in the eye after the fight ended. Yet you garnered the nickname clover from him when he sat back down squeezing your arm thanking you before chugging his beer.

You groan, “I was trying too” now sitting up.

“What were you able to get from her?”

“Her number.” Smirking lifting his phone with one hand on his waist.

“But I’ll be seeing her in a bit, I came back to change.” He points out.

“To change?”

Feeling the smidge of jealousy from earlier creep back up.

Why would he need to change? Unless he has other plans with her…

Whiskey heads over to the left his side of the room opening his curtain, while you stay in your bed bringing your legs up to your side on the bed facing down to your boots. Becoming slightly aware that Whiskey is changing his right next to you for his evening with Clara.

“Clover, it’s hotter than the hinges on the gates of Hades out there!” You can hear him shuffling off his clothes.

Oh that explains it.

You hope.

You smile to yourself bringing your eyes to stare at your boots laying on the floor, you didn’t mind the heat but you had to admit it was getting suffocatingly hot the later it gets.

“Hopefully she gives you something.” You pick at your nails trying to push down these feelings. Hoping that something is actual information and nothing else.

He steps out in front of you abandoning his hat, black leather jacket and belt, showing his soft brown hair. However, you found it surprising that he wasn’t wearing his belt that he made himself. In fact when he finished making it you were the first one he wanted to show it to, you loved how he took his time carving the Statesmen letters on the flask, but mainly impressed at the idea of having a flask detachable from his buckle ready at hand with whiskey.

You had to admit it, he was clever and he annoyingly knew it as well.

“I think she will, but I’ll be back soon.”

“Please be safe till I return, Clove and holler if you suspect anything.” He warns waiting for you to acknowledge him before heading out.

As soon as he left you plopped back down on your bed.

You’re left wondering about his belt, he always wears it wherever he goes. Wanting to take a sip of whiskey out of his flask hoping to forget he left to spend the afternoon with Clara, you decide to get up and sneakily head over to his side of the tent. Peaking head first into his side, he left his curtain open allowing you to see his leather jacket and his belt draped on top of the standing mirror.

Reaching for his belt to drink before he returns, you think how’d it look on you. You know that you’re not the same waist size, but you test the idea for fun. You held the belt admiring again at his craftsmanship tracing the letters delicately with your fingertips as if it was freshly painted on. It’s not as heavy as it looks but, it has some weight to it cause of the liquor inside. Gathering the ends of the belt you guide into the loops of your Levi shorts, feeling the weight of the flask isn’t as heavy. You loved the idea of his flask being within arm’s reach for him, again it was annoyingly clever. As your pulling the leather strap through the loops to tie it, you note the holes on the belt don’t reach, but you manage to figure out how to make the belt hold since the buckle has some weight to it.

You look up to the mirror with your hands around the belt admiring how the belt looks around your waist, turning side to side. The buckle’s metallic color has a beautiful contrast to the light blue color of your shorts, secretly wanting one. You turn to the side to see how it looks from the back looking over your shoulder, when his black leather jacket that’s obstructing your view catches your attention.

Might as well.

Reaching to grab his jacket you feel the heavy leather drop your wrist down, finding it oddly comforting. You put on the jacket feeling the weight of the leather on shoulders somehow easing your tension relaxing you, it reminds you so much of Whiskey. The way the slight heaviness pushed down on your shoulders just like when he’ll rest his arm on your shoulder to stand next to you. You’re much smaller than him, so he always finds a way to fit perfectly around you. That always made you feel safe. You pull on his jacket’s opening to wrap around you to feel that same effect, taking in his cologne reminding you of safety. It’s so intoxicating that you wanna lay down wrapped in his jacket, making you think how’d it feel to be wrapped in his arms.

You pull on the collars like he wears it bringing it to your nose, closing your eyes focusing on the smell, it’s strong, but gentle and warm while being cozy. It makes you think on the amount of times Whiskey smells like this, like when he would walk past you, hug you hello, or the little brief moments like when he covers you during missions. It’s your safety.

You’re so focused on the comfort the jacket that you failed to hear Whiskey walk in.

He managed to get the information from Clara with no effort at all thankfully, she excused herself heading to her room to change giving him a chance to snoop through her cellphone. After several fast scrolls he found the text messages from Charlie letting her know where he’ll be tomorrow. As soon as he got what he wanted, he left without a word to get back at you as quickly as possible. He hated leaving you after seeing how your eyes drooped a bit from exhaustion. You both had been awake the whole drive to the festival together preferring to take his car and a road trip instead of flying over here. He was lucky that you always carried snacks with you, saving the trip of stopping to buy food. He didn’t feel okay leaving you all alone. He knew you can handle yourself, you’ve proven it so many times before, but if he could be there with you right now then he wouldn't hesitate to stay.

He saw your side of the room was completely empty noticing your boots were still on the floor where you left them. He reaches behind for his weapon just in case, feeling his heart race a bit, until he saw a shadow on the floor catch his eye coming from his side of the dimly lit room.

Silently heading towards the direction of your shadow, his heart bottoms out seeing you wearing his jacket. He holds still, trying to save the image in his head before he could forget it. Seeing your reflection in the standing mirror, your eyes are closed with your arms wrapped around your waist with your hands barely sticking out the opening of the sleeves. He wishes he had a camera to save this moment you looked so peaceful, happy, and so damn beautiful. The way you wore it with confidence making it seem as if the jacket already belonged to you. He wanted it to belong to you more than ever. See you wear his clothes fills him with pride, thats my clover.

He decides to take the opportunity to stand behind you, focused on your face snuggled into his collar fighting the urge to hold you. When he starts taking inventory of your body, he sees his belt. He left it knowing it’ll be in good care plus, he knows you drink his whiskey he can tell when it feels lighter than before. From the times you sneak sips from it whenever he has the flask in his office desk.

Feeling the warmth from the jacket radiate deeply now from your back, you started to feel as if there was something standing behind you. But it wasn’t a threatening presence, it felt safe. Opening your eyes slightly, you saw Whiskey smirking at your reflection in the mirror feeling a little sheepish.

“I-I’m sorry Jack!”

You’re realizing you’re wearing his clothes, starting to take off the jacket when two large hands cupped yours stopping you to pull the jacket right back up to your shoulders again.

“Keep it on.”

“…and keep it.”

Before you can protest he continues, “it looks better on you anyways.”

You feel nerves bubbling in your stomach seeing the way his eyes trail down your body, but you clench your jaw trying to stop the butterflies. Reminding yourself he’s your partner and he doesn’t see you that way, over and over again.

Right?

Whiskey steps back, placing a gentle hand on your waist guiding you to turn to face him, letting his fingers leave traces from the side of your waist, down to your hip. Dragging out the moment while you’re still staring at his dark chocolate eyes, speechless. Your heart feels as if it somehow has stopped beating, all you can hear is the silence in the room blocking out the entire festival outside. It’s as if the whole world fell silent just for you both to have this moment together.

“I just wanted to try it on.” You swallow thickly.

He nods softly looking down at the belt around your hips, he’s smiling to himself. If only you knew.

“This...my clover, as much as I love seeing you wear my clothes.”

Whiskey starts unbuckling his belt from your hips, pulling at the ends letting you feel the strap exit every loop thats around your hips, that all you hear is the leather graze the jean material of your shorts.

"I can't let you keep."

Finally hearing as it exists the last loop, he pauses. He focuses his gaze on your eyes as he gathers the strap in one hand, you can feel his eyes piercing you. He’s telling you silently please look at him, but you physically can’t. Your eyes are focused on his large hands gripping the belt, knowing you’ll be too flustered to look face him.

Clearing your throat.

“Were you able to get anything else from Clara?”

He shakes his head, “She’s not important right now.”

He tosses his belt to the side moving closer to you, limiting the space between you both. You can smell his faded cologne easing you once again, it’s like he read your mind earlier and just knew you needed it.

Feeling bold you look up at dead straight in the eyes, to find him staring at yours. His eyes soften, fully dark with the need to pull you into a kiss.

He raises his hands to push back your strands of hair behind your ears, letting his fingers touch the sides of your neck softly, leaving goosebumps and the ghost of his touch linger. You want to feel more of him and he wants to do more than just briefly push your hair back.

“Are you trying to flirt with me Agent Whiskey?”

He tilts his head looking down at you, “What if I am?”

You swear the room is suffocatingly quiet, you think he probably heard your shaky sigh.

“How do you feel about it?”

You scoff, “I feel...nothing.”

That's a flat lie.

You’re trying to remain calm, you will not break in front of him letting him win whatever this is. He has to be messing with you, since he caught you wearing his things. Thankfully the sleeves of his jacket, now yours, is long enough for your fingertips to grip the edge.

Whiskey’s studying your face, but calls bluff. Keeping his eyes glued to yours, he drags his fingers from your biceps down your arms, deep enough for you to feel his fingers grazing your skin through the jacket’s leather. He reaches your fingertips that are clutching the edge of the sleeves, he grasps one of your hands and you let him. Feeling his touch was enough for you to want more, you knew in this moment Whiskey isn’t fooling around with you. He momentarily waits for your rejection hoping you don't pull away, you don’t ever want to.

You feel every texture on his hand, from the callous to the prominent wrinkles on his palm revealing all the years of hardwork. Turning your hand facing up, while his free hand drags the leather jacket sleeve up to your elbow. Fully exposing your arm, he brings the inner side of your wrist to his lips, still looking at you, but once he presses a gentle kiss Whiskey closes his eyes. He’s focusing on your pulse through his lips trying to steady his own heart, thinking it’s going 90 mph, but loving the way you’re responding to him.

You soften feeling his breath on your wrist, letting your fingers graze his cheek finally cupping it.

“You sure about that?” He whispers on your wrist opening his eyes to yours.

He leans his head into your touch parting ways with your wrist to now interlock hands together with yours near his face. Whiskey can feel his heart pound in his chest feeling you touch him so carefully like you’re afraid this will end. He won’t let it end, he wants to hold this moment for as long as he can. Listen to hear you talk, look at your eyes telling him to kiss you right now.

Before you both could move to kiss, you’re started by a large crowd passing by your tent outside laughing and enjoying in the festivities that you broke off the intimacy. Bringing you back to where you are and what you came here to do.

Clearing your throat, “Jack I-“

“I’d very much like to show you something, if you’d allow me.”

Taken by surprise but welcoming it, you agree putting on your boots following him grabbing your cowboy hat on the way out.

The crowd for the festival is booming with people, it’s starting to get late the sun is starting to set when you look up, Whiskey extends his arm behind to grasp your hand guiding you both so he doesn’t lose you heading to the parking lot.

Reaching his car he finally speaks firmly telling you to hold out your hands and to close your eyes, and no peaking. You do as he says curiosity getting the best of you, this wasn’t something you were use to.

He opens his trunk but you can’t hear anything except the festival, the loud music, people laughing, and dancing.

He’s being so quiet that you really have no idea what to make out what he’s doing.

You’ve forgotten that your hands are out, as you tried to hear what he was doing that you suddenly feel a metallic and cold square like shape on your hands. There’s straps dangling at the sides of your hands as you rub your thumbs on it, it feels as if it was leather.

He didn’t…

Feeling a brief touch to your chin, “Open your eyes."

You look down immediately feeling your heart swelling with love and a massive amount of happiness. Now all you can hear is how loud your heart is drumming in your ears.

Looking down, you can see your reflection being illuminated by the oranges and yellows of the sun, before you can focus on the details. Your heart skips noticing the edges around the flask are adorned by clovers at every corner of the square connected by vines containing small delicate leaves. Instead of his Straight Burden Whiskey saying under Statesmen, yours says To My Goodluck Charm, Love Jack.

Love Jack.

The flask doesn't have an opening like a regular flask, instead you grip it pushing it to the side revealing a large opening with a slope for your snacks to pour out. But your eyes trail around the silver, now seeing the leather straps attached to it. They’re covered by vines etched onto the leather, you’re running your fingers along the material feeling the grooves of each leaf under your fingers.

You start to feel your chin quiver, he put so much thought into this gift. You were always doubting yourself, thinking he could never see you more than his partner, someone he can always rely on, but he was falling in love with everything about you. Now he’s showing you how much he mean to him, creating a handmade gift purely for you.

Whiskey made a belt for you? Only you.

This was making it harder not to fall completely in love with this man.

“Jack y-you made me a belt?…Why?” You beamed up shaking your head in astonishment.

You tried to hydrate your mouth that’s gone so damn dry right now you’d kill for water, but really all you wanted to do was kiss him. This was the most meaningful gift you’ve ever received from anyone, and it came from someone you’ve always admired and loved so deeply.

“I’ve-uh noticed how you bring small snacks to our missions…”

He holds your gaze, seeing how soft your eyes have become “like earlier today I noticed you eating” he chuckles.

Feeling self-conscious that your partner has been watching you without your knowledge, you stop fighting the urge to act like it doesn’t affect you. It clearly does, you’ve always been attracted to Jack, he’s handsome with his dark brown hair, the way the light of the sunset is highlighting his features, that charming smile, and those eyes that pull you. Now with Jack admitting this particular tidbit about you is giving you major butterflies.

“I never knew you noticed me doing that…”

You blurt out holding the belt in your hands paying no mind to the actual weight of the buckle, still trying to process that he’s made you a gift so meaningful and unique. Just like him.

He laughs breathlessly, “I’ve always known you take sips from my flask, clover.”

You smile bashfully at him.

All he wants to tell you is that he notices everything about you, the way you smile whenever you have food, when you roll your eyes at him, and when you always play along with his flirtations keeping up with him. Making him long that one day he doesn’t have to brush it off as friends and that he can flirt, kiss, and love you.

“May I?”

You nod, as he’s reaching for your belt. He takes it softly leaning down slightly to bring the belt around your short’s loops, you lift up the leather jacket to help him get a better view. Once he reaches the last side of your hips, he brings his eyes to yours bringing the strap into the last loop and buckling it.

He whispers your name adoringly, “You’ve always caught my eyes.”

You lean into his soft lips feeling the prickle of his mustache tickle your lips, your hat is tipped upwards when it hits his forehead. Groaning into kiss, tipping upwards on your feet to wrap your arms around his neck letting your fingers drag along his scalp. You love the feeling of his hair wisp through your fingers until you’re finally clutching it. Making him moan into your mouth wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you in deeper into his kiss. He feels as if you’re going to slip away from him, never wanting to let you go. It makes him lose his balance leading you both to lean against his car for support, laughing pulling away from the kiss but remaining in his arms.

You feel the tingle of his kiss lingering on your lips, you’re both breathless. Unable to think of what to say next, but admiring his loving eyes looking down at you. You caress his face feeling his warm skin burn into your fingertips, bringing your thumbs softly around his under eyes and cheekbones.

He closes his eyes feeling your touch.

“You ready to go back and enjoy the festival?”

You smile, “With you? Always.”

You reach to squeeze his hand, while your other hand is placed inside the pocket of his- your leather jacket that you’re still wearing. He loves how you’ve taken ownership of his jacket already, blending your smell with his fills him pride that you’re his finally.

He reaches over to take off your cowboy hat, placing it over his head slightly tight on him, but he doesn't seem to mind. He looks so handsome in your brown suede hat. He looks over to you smiling, seeing those dark brown eyes saying so much, but mainly that he's so grateful you're in his life.

“So now you’re wearing my hat?”

“Well what’s mine is yours..” He lets go of your hand to grasp your waist instead, feeling under the leather jacket the heat radiating from you and the jacket to squeeze his fingers on your hip.

“And what’s yours is mine, from now and forever.”

You find yourself grinning, he really is a charmer.

But he’s your charmer.

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A/N: Alsooo to anyone that read this, if you've seen Discovery of Witches you'll catch on the inspo with Matthew/Diana from S1! I love the idea of having the love of your life kiss your pulse, it's so intimate feeling their pulse beat racing when theyre near you, I feel like Whiskey, Din and Frankie would do that. 🥺

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Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader  Warnings: None (just very, very soft)  A/N: This was made for the Pedro Pascal Universe Bingo Event happening in the Pascal Palace Discord server! I wrote it to go along with a playlist I made. Also I never write so please be kind! Lol 💙 Bingo Prompt: Stars  You love looking up at the night sky, at all the shimmering stars, while resting on top of the crest. It’s peaceful and it becomes a routine of yours when you’re on safe planets. You don’t mind when Din starts to join you, and you’re a little surprised that he likes stargazing so much. It becomes a way for the two of you to stop thinking about the problems of the day, and just enjoy one another's company. But while you stare at all the little glimmering far away suns and planets, Din is staring at you. You can’t tell of course, because of the helmet, but he thinks your eyes twinkle twice as bright as any star, and your smile is much prettier than any moons in any sky. His heart swells when he sees the look of awe on your face while you look up into the endless universe and how you point out the minuscule differences of the skies on different planets. He cherishes these moments with you, yet the armor he wears on his body and around his heart becomes a barrier, leaving you oblivious to the way he looks at you, to the way he cares about you. Maybe he’ll finally tell you just how special you are to him tonight, his Ca’tra.  Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3xQqu7pMi6fDVXoHRkuPvj?si=2ed81aa760e04230

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Anchor

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: None! Pure fluff, maybe yearn after???? I hope :))

Summary: Jack waits for you after your date.

A/N: Enjoy the last part, I tried my besttt x

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Part 3: Truth or Dare

Every time he’s near you, he can feel his heart start to swell with eagerness and happiness. There were countless of times where Jack just wanted to shut you up and kiss you. Like when he saw you grab his cowboy hat from the floor last week during a mission while he tackled a man trying to escape that you brought down. You had placed his hat on your head so effortlessly causing him to catch his breath. You looked fantastic wearing his hat, he was so mesmerized that he hadn’t realized his grip on the enemy had tighten until the man hissed loudly in pain. Or when he was going to say a witty remark to Champagne, you’d sneakily bring your arm behind his back pinching his sides slightly when Champagne wasn’t looking, signaling him to stop before you both get grilled by the boss even more. It was the very little things you did, that’ll make him smile and you did it naturally.

He just simply adored the way you were comfortable with him.

Never afraid to call him out on his antics. He’s never been able to feel at ease while staying on his toes with anyone in so long. So when he heard you’d be going out on a date his heart squeezed of jealousy. He wanted to tell you that whoever it was they didn’t deserve to hear you laugh, feel your hand, and especially look at your smile. But he knows it wouldn’t be fair to you to stop you when you’ve been trying so hard to put yourself out there and to trust others.

Which only enraged him even more, he hates that he’s stayed silent for so long watching you go on this date tonight. He wants to be the one you dance with morning and night. Pacing back and forth in his kitchen, debating whether to wait for you at outside your apartment building or wait till you call him is eating him alive.

He stops hesitating, this is you he’s thinking about. As he grabs his keys to his Bronco heading out of his house he thinks, damn to hell if he sees you wrapped in another man’s arms. He’s going to make his feelings known, before it’s too late. He won’t risk losing his only great love to another man.

Taking long strides to his car, he slams the door shut in a hurry turning on the engine praying he’ll catch you just in time before you get home. Luckily it’s late so there’s not many cars in the direction of your building, his nerves are staring to settle in his stomach. But the nerves forming only because he’s seeing you, but not to tell you he loves you.

You always manage to make his heart stop and fill it with so much happiness, he feels intoxicated around you.

He reaches your building parking it right in front, opening his door swiftly to get to the buzzer, he clicks it repeatedly a few times figuring you’re not home. It gives him a minute to breathe, resting his hands flat above the buzzer with his head leaning down. Taking out his phone with one hand he stares at your contact picture, retreating back to his car. He finds himself admiring at how bright your eyes are when you smile. The contact picture of you is the night you both had dinner celebrating promotion to senior agent, you asked the waiter to take a photo of you both together. You wrapped your arm his waist, so naturally, pulling him into your side while your free hand was resting on his chest. You smelled of lavender, he thinks to himself that he could’ve stayed in that position for hours, full of bliss.

All of sudden you’re calling him, taking him by surprise he furrows his brows leaning on the hood of his car, “hey sugar…” he whispers.

There’s a brief pause before he hears your voice again, “Hey Jack I-I wanted to…” you stopped talking.

It makes his heart drop, Jack starts to think the absolute worst, clenching the phone to his ear as if he can pull through it. He thinks he’s too late. You’re going to tell him you really like the man you’re out with, but he frowns noticing the silence is going on for a bit on your side he can hear you breathe so he knows you’re still there.

“How was your date?” He gives in, almost groaning while clenching his fists. He hears you sound bit sad as you try to make a joke that you’re a great dancer, which is true…to a degree. But your voice worries him, pulling at his heart strings hearing you is making him want to hold you so badly.

Suddenly hearing an echo stomp loudly, Jack lifts his head up seeing you coming to a complete stop, he smiles at you admiring how gorgeous you looked tonight. The way your hair is framing your face, the blouse you have on with your favorite flowers he makes out. He damns himself for not being the one lucky enough to take you out.

Over the phone Jack smiles joking, “Darlin, you look like a deer caught in headlights.” The cheesy joke makes you laugh loudly heading towards him letting go of the tension in your shoulders. You’re smiling at him putting your phone away, you notice how radiating his smile is under the streetlights, now you’re close enough now extending your arms to him.

Not once dropping his smile, he’s wrapping his arounds around your waist, letting his fingers trailing along your back as you’re melting into his embrace with your arms around his neck. You could stay there forever you thought, breathing in his faded cologne.

“I have a feeling you weren’t telling me the truth earlier.” He whispers swaying you both side to side softly while still remaining in his arms.

You give in groaning, “how’d you know?”

Pulling away a little to see your face but not breaking off, “I heard it in your voice” he tilts his head bringing a hand raising your chin to face him in his thumb and forefinger. Jack thinks the street is so quiet you could actually hear his heart break, when he notices how you’re frowning and how glossy your eyes have become.

“It’s nothing! Really.”

Averting your eyes from him breaking your embrace with Jack, letting your hands trail along his chest till they drop completely. You decide to lean on the hood of his car to his left side.

He catches from the corner of his eye that you’re starting to fidget with your fingers, he reaches over engulfing your small hands into his large hand to stop your anxiousness.

“Truth or dare, then” he announces to distract you a bit shaking your hands to focus on him.

You chuckled at his idea leaning on his shoulder, “You know you’re so annoying.”

Feeling your warmth seep through his right arm is all he can focus on right now, that radiating feeling urges him to lift his hand and kiss you right then and there, but he laughs breathlessly instead resisting the urge, “Yeah alright, is it true you had fun tonight?”

Jack holds his breath knowing something isn’t right.

You look down knocking your boots together, you can’t lie to him. This is your chance to say the truth.

“He wasn’t interested in me actually…he had more fun with another woman when I left him.” You say, feeling your eyes start to blur around the edges, you clench your jaw trying to hold it in but, it’s hard not to let go.

Jack squeezes your hands, turning his head looking down to you, “He’s a fool, sweetheart.”

You stand up abruptly grasping your own hands turning to face him.

“Actually no, it makes sense. I’m not as fun, like that woman or anyone else for that matter..” You shrugged.

You kept your eyes glued to the floor swallow sensing your throat is dry. You really could not bear to look up at Jack, you’ll start to cry or worse tell him how in love you’ve been with him and how badly you just wanna be held by him and only him.

He says your name softly, “I dare you to look at me, please.”

You look up slowly, but covering your eyes while smiling tilting your head to the side. Suddenly your body found the perfect moment to hide to release all the bottled emotions of the night.

Biting your lower lip to stop it from quivering, “I’m looking.”

You hear him lift off from the hood of the car when suddenly feeling his large warm hands wrap around your small wrists gently pulling them down. Jack sees the tears running down your cheeks slowly, bringing your hands close to his chest holding them together within his own.

“Of course you’re nothing like her.” He says shaking his head.

You stare at him frowning dropping your shoulders wanting to pull away from him feeling your heart sink so deeply. Jack feels that you’re staring to pull away, he holds you firmly now. He will not let you go this time.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t pull away from me, please.”

He continues, “No one can compare to your radiancy or let alone…that smile.” He professes looking at you softly smiling letting go of your hands to cup your face with both his hands. You know he’s just saying this to make you feel better, he always knows the perfect thing to say to make you calm. Feeling that warmth around you feels like an anchor to you, pulling you down to rest in his care.

“If you give me the honor I’d like to show it to you every day.”

He notes your shocked look so he continues, “Having you in my life without ever telling you how much I love you darlin is my biggest mistake.”

You swear if your heart couldn't drop any further, it’d be at your stomach by now. Your heart starts racing just like your mind. At a loss for words, it’s hard for you to connect two and two together, realizing Jack is in love with you? And you never caught on or noticed.

“You..what? You love me?” You questioned.

“I do. Very much. I-I’m constantly falling more and more in love with you, sugar.”

Your eyes are fully blurry now, feeling tears building in the inner corners of your eyes that once you blinked they dropped trialing down your cheeks. Jack is still cupping your cheeks so you wrap your hands on his wrists finding something to hold on to before you fucking faint. All the years you’ve known each other, little had you known that Jack was falling in love with you just as you were with him. Feeling for the first time in so long full happiness fill your heart makes you act by instinct, taking your chance reaching up pulling his hands down.

You kiss Jack feeling his mustache tickle your top lip with your tears drying your face as you’re wrapping your arms around his neck. Catching him by surprise when you scrap your nails on his scalp eagerly for more letting Jack pull you closer to his chest with his hands flat on your lower back. With your free hand holding onto his neck feeling his pulse on your finger tips it brings you back to your feet, pulling away slightly to rest your forehead on his.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Jack confesses.

He makes you laugh as you nudge his prominent nose with yours.

“Likewise Agent, likewise.” You admit looking up at him.

You’re not letting go this time and neither is Jack. He’ll never let a day go by without letting you know how much he’s fallen in love with you because with you it never stops. He feels as if you're like an anchor to him, keeping him grounded but pulling him closer and closer to your loving embrace.

You inquire tilting your head, “I noticed earlier you’re still wearing that watch I gave you.”

Jack lowers his brows, huffing trying to seem nonchalant “Yeah well, you know this woman I love gave it to me, so I keep it on…to have her with me wherever I go.”

You smile softly, “I’ll always be with you Jack.”

“Truth or dare?” You ask randomly.

He squints looking at you suspiciously, it's never a dull moment with you, he smirks making his mustache lift at the corners, “Truth.”

“I bet it’s true you have a tan line now!” You joke reaching for his wrist.

He laughs deeply pulling away from your clutch you have on his wrists, “Oh no you don’t, I know what you’re tryin to do darlin.”

You giggle pulling him to the direction of your building’s entrance, “I’m not trying to do anything, I just want to see the tan line!” You lie looking over you shoulder holding one hand up surrendering with your other hand pulling him into your building. You know Jack is ticklish under his wrist, but you’re just genuinely curious.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

You pull the hand you’re holding that has the watch on to your lips turning it over to kiss him near his wrist’s pulse.

“And I love you, Jack.”

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In the Dead of Night

Pairings: Jack Daniels x F!Reader/Sweets

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: 18+ Trouble sleeping, Allusions to sex, Threats (mentioned in passing) pls lmk if I missed any!

Summary: Having trouble sleeping one night has become a daily occurrence, so you figure who else should join you for a ride in the dead of night? The man who's always been by your side, your boyfriend.

A/N: The title of the song was a direct inspiration from Orville Peck's song, dead of night.

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Chapter 1: The Late Hours

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Your frustration was staring to become an annoyance the longer you stared up at the ceiling. Cursing at how peaceful it looked wishing that’s how you were, all your mind could think about was how much time was ticking by as try to get a few more hours of sleep.

To help, you focus on sounds around you closing your eyes.

The first sound is amplified by the house’s walls, its coming from outside near the window. It’s the large willow oak’s leaves brushing against the house as if it’s dusting the walls clean. That same old tree your boyfriend would climb out of, help you climb onto finding a clever excuse to hold you when you were younger. It’s comforting, but the more you focus on the sound the more it annoyed you and the more likely it would fully wake you up.

Forgoing the sounds of nature you try to listen inside the bedroom, it was deadly quiet to anyone who’d walk in right now. But for you, these sleepless nights had become deafly loud letting you listen to the tiniest of sounds in search of relief.

You hear the A/C blowing cool air to ease the weather.

It wasn’t scorching hot, but it was slightly humid under the sheets. If you were to wear long pj’s and another blanket you’d definitely sweat. However after listening for a few seconds fell short to help your dilemma.

Though the next sound is undeniably your favorite, it never failed to make all your frustrations and problems disappear.

Following the sound of soft humming patterns with eyes closed, you turn your body slightly to get a better listen. It didn’t take much for all your attention to be placed on the soft snore coming from your boyfriend’s breathing. Jack’s arm had gone limp around your waist hours ago and it hasn’t moved since. Feeling his warmth spread down to your skin through your shirt is what kept you in bed this long. It was an added weight you loved having, knowing he’s right there with you.

While caressing his smooth tanned skin under the covers, you feel his arm hairs brushing the tips of your fingers, leaving you wanting more. Your touch drags all the way to his large hands, noting the wrinkles on each his fingers showing all the years he's lived. You’re imagining how his hands look so clearly in your mind and all that strenuous work in for one lifetime. Hands that have done unimaginable choices in his line of work that give him nightmares some nights. Hands that have built fences around the terrain for his horses and hands that time after time has shown his passionate devotion to you convincing you that he does need you.

As if he can’t live without you by his side anymore.

His fingers are spread over your waist, with his thumb slightly under your breast as if he’s trying to hold you. There’s no grip, but it’s maintaining you in position, fearing that’ll you’ll slip away. Which some nights you do, he holds you knowing that when you do go, he’ll be right by your side joining you. He never wants to be away from you. This was his protective side, giving him peace of mind that you’d always be with him.

He told you once, hesitating whether or not to do so that he had been out taking down some assholes, a usual night for him. Until this particular man being taken away into custody threaten to take away things he’s loved the most.

Ever since then, Jack could never really leave to go to work without being late. He didn’t mind, you were reason enough for him to stay a bit longer with you.

But this is what ignited his nightmares some nights.

He’d wake up sweating, searching for you until he felt you grab him, he had to close his eyes and just rest his head on your stomach. He knows nothing will ever happen to you while you're here in his ranch thats been securely kept away from the Statesmen.

However secure, it didn’t mean he would ever stop worrying.

Your love for him only grew deeper once you came to the realization as to why he holds you so close when he’s asleep. You know how tired he is coming home some days after work, urging him to rest. Promising him you won’t leave his side those nights.

With your eyes closed you listen to his snores, they’re so innocent and peaceful. The exhaustion in his eyes from earlier today disappeared leaving no trace behind. Something you’re desperately craving right about now.

You plead squeezing your eyes wanting to be away from your thoughts, as you instinctively wrap your smaller fingers around Jack's. Listening to his snores, you want start heading out. Your brain is pushing you to get up right now, open your eyes, and go ride.

You’ve always been able to have energy at night, never really being tired during the day, and looking for small adventures. On one particular night you were able to find an ascending hill behind the houses terrain that was not too far away, it was in walking distance from the house. It was the perfect spot to see the sunrise, the edge of the horizon was spilling the sky with soft rays of yellows and oranges making the clouds look freshly painted. It was unearthly. You remember staying there for hours basking in the warmth of the new day, not knowing that Jack was right behind you on his horse resting his hands the horn of the saddle watching you. He felt you leave his side almost instantly, but he knew where to find you.

He always does.

Finally giving up on sleeping, you turnover to look at your boyfriend.

It’s almost 5AM, he’ll be waking up soon you figure, shifting a little closer to him. His wrist drops to your lower back now that your body is facing him. You run your fingers along the side his temple down to the angle of his jaw careful not to wake him. Carefully extending your arm to reach the other side of his pillow, it feels cold from the hours of not being slept on.

You push yourself up to tower over him and start pecking quiet kisses between his brows, his curved nose, dragging your lips on his cheekbones down to his jaw. You feel him starting to stir, sensing your hair leaving angelic touches all over his face as you’ve reach his lips.

You pause relishing in the feel of his soft full lips on yours, his mustache’s thick hairs tickle, but you love it.

You want him to feel you there waiting for him to take you.

“You’re a little minx you know that.” He groans deeply.

Eyes closed he seals the kiss, preventing any chances of air from escaping you both. His once limp arm, tightens around your waist pushing you flush to his chest while he rolls on his back bringing you with him.

You love laying on his chest, feeling all of him.

Hearing his heart pounding into yours as if he’s pumping his life into you. You wish to always be the reason he wakes up happy. Keep him there with you forever.

You know very well he can take care of himself, but sometimes his job worries you. You think most late nights he’s working, what if he doesn't come back? What if you can’t remember the last words he said to you? Everything becoming a routine that you’ve both forgotten to appreciate the little things.

You make it your mission to take advantage every chance you get to notice the little things, like when his eye squints after getting an idea or how you know he’s been riding for hours by the look of his disheveled hair curling.

He brings his arms to squeeze the sides of your hips locking his hands behind your lower back, opening his eyes. As if those deep brown eyes glimmering with blue reflections read your mind telling you, I’m not going anywhere.

You’re a sight to behold for him as well, your hair being drowned with the colors of the soft deep blue sky, it was still dark but seeing you awake in his arms was a promise of a new day and a long life together.

Something Jack has been longing to look forward to with you. He wishes to see you grace with age along side him, living out your lives together in his ranch. You've been the only woman in his life to ever make him feel like he's worthy of love.

His eyes encourages you to lean down cupping his face to rest your forehead on his, nudging his nose you whisper.

“Let’s ride, cowboy.”

You feel his chest growl deeply in his chest vibrate to yours sending a shiver down your spine and down to your arms raising your hairs, making you both feel like you're in college again. He’ll never forget when you agreed to be his girl, it was the happiest day of his life.

You laugh as he rolls with you turning you on your back now with his hand behind your neck bringing one of your legs over his hip. Squeezing your calf he reaches down to drag his lips to your inner thighs only to stop.

“Now don’t lie to me, were you able to sleep?” He sounded concerned, but he knew not to shame you. It was hard for you to sleep sometimes, he’s seen you frustrated and how much you wish you could rest as fast as he does.

You reach to cup his cheek, admiring how the blue night sky highlights his features, “No, I couldn't.”

You feel defeated covering your eyes with your arm.

He holds the back of your head, letting you know he’s here and it’s okay. He’s holding all of you really. Not only holding your limbs, but your heart and your burdens. Just as you’ve held him during his sleepless nights, here he is. In the dead of night, holding you and never letting you go through this alone, no matter how big or small your burdens are.

“Don’t hide your eyes from me, let me see ‘em.” He demands letting you go softly down into the bed to remove your arm away while caressing your thigh.

His eyes soften seeing the plea in your look telling him to take you away from this room, away from your restless thoughts. Tilting his head in deep thought looking at your facial features admiring the way the moonlight catches in your eyes, they’re glistening with fire. He needs to have you forever. Suddenly his eyebrow twitched slightly, if you blinked you’d miss it. You don’t think much of it, but it seemed like he just got an idea, but before you can ask he grins.

Pressing a reassuring kiss, you hold it and let his tongue explore your mouth as if it’s his first time kissing you. Swallowing your moans, he feels it vibrate throughout his mouth before parting away.

“Let’s go, sweets.”

You feel energized dressed in your jeans, cozy sweater staring at the bathroom door wondering what’s taking Jack. He’s taking a bit longer than usual to get dressed which is putting you off a bit, he’s usually quick and not so quiet.

“Are you alright Jack?”

It takes a moment for him to answer, but before you could get up from the bed he opens the door dressed in his white turtleneck and a black suede jacket looking incredibly handsome with his bed hair falling to the side.

“Never better, darlin’.”

Extending his arm out for you to grasp, you’re pulled immediately to his side wrapping your arms around his arm and interlocking hands. Even through the thickness of his jacket you can feel his muscles flex while he holds you tightly heading down the stairs. You playfully slap at his arm knowing he does that on purpose evidence by his boyish smirk.

Once you’re both outside the cool breeze washes over you letting seek the warmth of his arm like a little kid making him visibly laugh. He loves the way you hold him, like he’s your lifeline. Locking the door, he kisses your head that’s resting on his shoulder as you’re both making your way down the path to his barn.

Jack’s horse stable has been cared for, renovated and loved through all generations in his family, his parents handed the land to Jack when they passed. They were kind people, loved you more than any of the other girls Jack ever brought home. It was a place of solace for him, the structure was brand new, the bottom half was a large white sliding door with windows and the top half has a peak covered in red oak wood with a large arched gothic style window right in the middle. So that when the sun rises, the inside is fully illuminated. The structure of the barn was made of trees he chopped right here from his terrain, he’d point random tree facts, it was his preferred hobby.

A natural outdoorsman.

It was safe to say that this was his favorite location in the whole terrain, he’d spend months fixing it and renovating its walls along side his father. The barn had many memories for him, so it was understandable when he had told you during your first date that he’s never brought anyone here.

Although you’ve known Jack since you were both early in college and now both in your 20’s. You’ve just recently started living with him, and he’s opened up to you little by little. He'd opened up to you in his own time and you cared for every bit of him ever since.

The last thing however he wanted to talk about was his barn. Any other his past romantic conquests never got close to seeing this side of him. It was personal for him, his family home. He never saw the reason why they should see this side of him.

That was until he got to know you.

There was an infectious energy to you that he needed to get to know more, what made you laugh, what you loved to eat, and he loved picking your brain on random topics about life -anything really.

He sometimes wondered if you knew all along how you had him wrapped around your finger, you were never afraid to be honest with him and challenge him. It’s been you ever since he laid his eyes on you.

When you first came to the ranch after graduation you confessed that you’ve never been able to ride a horse. Your parents never had a ranch like this, let alone have horses so you’d never learned.

After finding out, something had sparked in him that night wanting to sneak you out of your house to take you back to his ranch. Luckily you lived with your parents at the time, rent was free. That was his chance to make you smile just as hard as you’d been making him.

He wanted so badly to treat you to a night out in his own way after hearing you explain how wonderful it must be to experience that freedom, quiet and exhilaration you get from riding.

At first his horses were spooked, naturally they were cautious of a new visitor. Yet after several meetings, shameless petting, and even grooming they’ve warmed up to you. Some of them have had a few years on them. You’d tend to them ever since you started visiting Jack to now, living together.

You both now made sure they were all always loved.

Particularly one horse, his. Delilah.

She’s a young shiny pale cream colored buckskin horse that absolutely loved being out. Didn’t matter the time of day, as soon as Jack let her free to run around his fenced terrain she’d gallop showing off her beautiful black mane. Delilah was a present to Jack from his parents when he was a few years younger, along with the ranch.

She was of course, your favorite as well but that trust didn’t come easy. You were determined to earn the horse’s trust, always speaking to her in soft tones, grooming her and letting her prance freely as you’d carefully watch her.

Now she lets you mount her whenever, as if she understood your unresting spirit always seeking adventure.

The horses are huffing peacefully under their blankets with the deep blue sky draping them, you both sneak in quietly letting go of Jack’s arm to check on each of them. Of course, the one that was always alert with energy was Delilah, she huffed quietly noticing Jack approach her stable.

“Shh now easy girl.”

Jack approached her petting her heard sticking above the gate, his hands were almost as large as her jaw. He unlocked the gate and she was already nudging him wanting to ride reminding him how you woke him up Jack earlier.

Yeah you both were the same, tonights the night he’d thought to himself.

Handing him the brown leather saddle, Jack secures it in place ready to be mounted patting her back looking at you with hands on his hips in deep thought. He decides this is your time to show what you’re capable of, he knows you can do it. You’ve been able to earn Delilah’s trust, you mastered maneuvering the reins faster than he did, and you had no fear. He saw it earlier that eagerness in your eyes when you woke him up, you’ll be riding solo today.

“You’re riding her tonight alone.” Your mouth drops, reaching to close it Jack continues. “You're sure’s hell ready.”

He nods to the saddle for you to mount.

You stopped petting the horse to take in what he said, you’ve of course ridden her before, but never without Jack behind your back to guide you. He's been teaching you for quite some time since he's been back from Statesmen training, now fully an agent. Helping you control the reins, how to turn and when to pull to turn. She’s a trusting horse of course, so you were confident you can handle it. But deep in your stomach your butterflies were creeping in, yet you felt more determined than nervous.

“Y-you sure?” You asked already heading to the saddle dragging your hands itching to mount.

“Yes. You’ll be in the enclosed area for now, but you’ll listen to me.” He demanded placing his hand on your waist squeezing the warning into you.

You nodded fiercely knowing you’re more than capable.

Jack patted your butt as you got a firm hold of the horn placing your boot on the stirrup lifting yourself up. You felt immediately ready to take the reins, but Jack squeezes your thigh before you could grasp them. He grabs them leading you both out of the barn into the fenced area turning the outdoor lights on. You wink at him as he looked up to you once more before letting the reins drop in your hands to move to your butt caressing you.

“Take it slow sweets, please.” He said frowning his brows, you reach for his face rubbing your thumb between his brows until he smiles, any traces of concern were long gone.

“Yes, sir.”

His lips curl wickedly at that nickname stepping back watching you kick your feet, clicking your tongue you’re off galloping easily but with a speedy pace. You were going over and over what Jack has taught you not wanting to disappoint him. You want to make him proud, but more you wanted to feel good after absorbing all you could from him. Jack rests his elbows on the fence so that he’s out of the way, watching you become giddy at every bounce and every time you pass by him you shout random declarations of how much you love it.

Each declaration ranged from this is so much fun, or we should do this every night, but his favorite has to be when you’re tilting your head to the side saying you love him. Making his heart swell with pride that your his.

At that point there was no denying that he was falling more and more in love with you.

Jack thinks it’s time that you spend the rest of your life with him. He couldn’t resist not seeing you everyday, you were his breathe of fresh hair every time he came home. One look at you and every problem, every annoyance, every negative thought simply didn’t matter anymore.

After an half and a half the sky started to turn blend into the morning.

Jack whistles for you to come back telling you he’s going to the other horse and you’ll both ride further out.

Before he heads back in, he turns dramatically slowly pointing his fingers at you.

“You’re alright till I return?”

“Yes, go-go.” You laugh shooing him away giving you a moment to adjust your position, letting your thighs rest. Now you understand why Jack's thighs are the way they are, strongly defined.

You’re not use to this type of rigorous work, but you can’t wait till you have your own horse. You hope you’ll be able to have one that can reside in the barn along with Jack’s horses. You watch him gather the saddle on Blaze, a shimmering black mustang. The name is extremely fitting. Jack is the only one who can control Blaze, the horse can be hard to tame and relax which is why he’s cautioned you to never ride him alone.

Mounting the horse with a swift grace, just like how does every day to ride when he comes home from work. You'd sometimes sit on the fence and watch him ride his horse, he fit in so well here. You love the way he looks good on a horse, it gives him certain confidence and bravado that you can’t help but feel even more attracted to him. Jack scoff at you noticing how you’re raking your eyes taking him in from his arms, the strain in his neck, to even his muscular thighs flexing under his dark jeans.

“Eyes up here darlin’,” He tips your chin with his fingers, you roll your eyes at him smiling turning Delilah so that you both can ride side by side.

He leads the way down the path to an open field, where there’s a small open green field leading up to a hill. It’s not the biggest hill ever, but it has a sense of harmony making you both feel as if you’re the only ones on Earth granted private access to see the sunrise.

It’s almost time, so you decide to close your eyes to feel the warming temperature cascade up from your arms to your chest, you let it overwhelm you. All you hear is the horses huffing, the rooster’s waking up, the birds way up high in the sky calling one another, and you think you could stay here forever frozen in time. It feels welcoming, an experience you wish more people could see this right now.

Right by your side is your other favorite experience, the love of your life.

Jack rests his arm on the horn of the saddle with the other on his lap, not paying mind to the sunrise on the sky, but the sunrise illuminating your skin. It never fails to take his breath away how your hair turns into a golden angelic color, as if its creating halos orbiting just for you and giving your skin a shimmer too delicate to be touched. He wants nothing more than to have a painting of you in this very moment.

Your eyes adjust turning to face Jack, he must’ve noticed how much he was staring because he clears his throat looking away bashful. His smirk squeezes your heart, you want to see that smile everyday. You vowed to always be the reason, if not, always be there to witness it.

You reach for him to hold your hand wanting to feel him.

You both stay there side by side until the rise of the morning hours holding each other. Spending time pointing out what you love about the view, its beauty, appreciating its delicate colors, and planning what to eat when you get home. Jack of course, mentions his random tree facts, how old they are, where they originated, and what they’re used for. You could listen to him for hours -even years you hope.

“We should stay here forever.” You squeeze his hand.

He’s absentmindedly rubbing your knuckles loving the way your hand fits perfectly in his hands.

He wiggles his brows, “Thats the plan, sweets.”

You both hope that one day you can share hundreds of adventures together. That would be the next step in your relationship. You were both ready to spend an eternity together, even experience the arguments, maybe children, and more sleepless nights as long as you had each other.

Jack decides right there to himself that these upcoming weeks, he’s going to propose.

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Anchor

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

Words: 847

Warnings: Friends to lovers, same age, partners in workplace, anything else lmk!

Summary: You let Jack know you have a date after work and he tries his best not to show his feelings about it.

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Part 1: Anchor

Your friendship with Jack had developed within years of working with the Statesmen, you knew everything about him and he knew everything about you. Well…almost everything. It didn’t take very long for you to develop feelings for him, he’s always been the one man in your life that has brought you so much comfort. Jack has always been protective of you just like you were protective of him, especially when it came to his heart. After you learned about the death of his wife, Jack became someone completely different to you, you’d notice the sweet gestures he makes like when he drops off your favorite snack at your desk without asking you, or when he’s deep in his thoughts that only you can pull him out of it, and you’ve mastered knowing when he’s about to tease you as soon as the corner of his mustache perks up.

It’s safe to say that your relationship with Jack was your anchor. It’s always been hard for you to open up to people, you just never wanted to be a burden and air out your problems when you feel as if they weren’t as important compared to others. But when you were with him, he made your feelings known that they were as equally as important as anyone else’s. That itself gave you confidence to face the until you faced your biggest one, falling in love.

Somehow this relationship that you were in between two best friends became even harder to go along as soon as you made the realization that you were in love with Jack. And it came at worst moment too…during your date that night.

It was a long mission that went nowhere, even Jack was uncharacteristically quiet as you both stepped into your office getting ready to leave for the night. It didn’t help that you had this agonizing urge to cancel on your date you had planned in a bit, but you made all this effort in preparation since you haven’t gone out on a date in months. When you told Jack you had plans to meet with someone, you had noticed his demeanor changed slightly by the crease forming between his brows.

“Where’s he taking you?” He asked straightening his back near your office doorway waiting for you to gather your things to head out.

“He said he wanted to take me square dancing actually…” you said without a second thought too busy looking for your phone, however as soon as you said those words you winced. You think to yourself looking down into your bag, Jack probably has a smug look on his face right about now ready to tease you. He knows how much you hate dancing on the first date, especially with someone you don't know cause it makes you so anxious.

Yet when you look up, Jack doesn’t have a smug look instead, you catch him rubbing his hands together and clenching his jaw with his head down covering half of his face by his cowboy hat. You frowned at his posture, it was out of character for him, but not really. You know this look only reveals itself when he’s annoyed at something he can’t control which leaves you wondering what could you have said that annoyed him.

You gather your stuff to walk towards him curiously that once you reach him, you tilt your head down to look at him under the brim of his cowboy hat, “Jack…are you alright?” You rest your palm on his bicep, sensing the tension he’s holding in suddenly give out under your touch.

“I’m alright darling, ready to go?”

He quickly asked raising his hat so fast it almost hit your nose, it admittedly made you laugh a bit. Which earned you a smile from him that made the corners of his eyes crease so softly along with his deep whiskey colored eyes.

He looked down at you wanting to say something you think, but he hesitated pressing his lips together forcing his dimples to reveal themselves.

“Yeah, I’m all set.”

You're softly squeezing your hand that's still on his bicep, you couldn't find yourself breaking away from him. His eyes were pulling you deeper and deeper that all you wanted to do was to spill your heart out to him, for him to take you away for a drive wherever it didn't matter to you…as long as he was next to you.

But you knew that wasn’t in your cards with him.

Realizing you’ve been staring a bit, you settled with nudging him a bit to bring him back from whatever was occupying his mind. He leads you out your office closing the door behind you with his hand behind your lower back bringing you so much comfort from the warmth of his large hand as you both head out to his Ford Bronco. His most prized possession.

To you, Jack was past falling in love with anyone. You’d never put him in that situation, it wouldn’t be fair to him after all he’s been through.

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Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, bad date, and lmk anything else!

Summary: Dropping you off at your place, before your date began was much harder than Jack anticipated.

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Part 2: Square Dancing

As Jack drops you off at your house, you noticed right away from the corner of your eyes while you gather your stuff he’s gripping the steering wheel tighter than normal. You’ve grown to pick up on Jack’s mannerisms, he holds in a lot before he can really speak to you about what’s bothering him. When Jack is ready he’ll tell you. He’s always been open with you about what annoys him and what he loves, quite frankly he’s very vocal. He takes his time.

To ease his tension, you extended your arm out to tip down slightly the brim of his hat “Jack…” He turns softly letting his shoulders fall along with his hands against the steering wheel raising an eyebrow, smirking. He looks at you with such softness that you want to caress his cheek and just hold him there resting your heads on the car’s seat.

But you don’t.

Instead you tilt your head to the side smiling at him, “I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’ll let you know how the date goes…” You said rolling your eyes at the word date, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Enjoy your night out, darling.” Is all Jack could muster up with his deep baritone voice, meanwhile he’s quickly patting your thigh letting his hand rest there for a few seconds.

All you feel is his pull that he has on you.

Without a second thought you grab his hand, instinctively. You’ve grabbed his hand before this isn’t anything new, but this time it feels like his warmth is luring you towards him and your heart at the same time. You focus your attention at the watch that’s peaking through under his long sleeve light blue shirt, you gave him that watch on the day he got promoted to senior agent. That’s also the first time you really held his hand.

You remember the day so clearly, he didn’t want to celebrate it or make a whole ordeal about it, but you insisted on taking him out to dinner and surprising him with a black leather band watch with a square frame. You could tell he really loved it by seeing the crease between his eyebrows form slightly and his dark whiskey colored eyes soften looking directly at the watch you were dangling between your fingers. You had especially taken him by surprise when you reached over to grab his wrist turning it over with his palm facing up. You wrapped it around his wrist careful not to tickle him, taking a second to feel his pulse, it was calming your nerves as you buckle the straps into its loops. When you were done you slowly turned his wrist so he can see it letting your finger tips graze the bottom of his palm to pull away. But instead, his warm hands grabbed your finger tips firmly before you could go. He thanked you squeezing your fingers while rubbing them with his thumb and you looked up at him, smiling saying, “Congratulations Agent Whiskey.”

“Go on now.” Jack says holding your hand firmly shaking it a bit erasing any thoughts you just had making your mind to go completely blank.

You want to stay put. Freeze time somehow to just stay safe in his hands. Instead you quickly reach over kissing his cheek swiftly goodbye letting go his hand, before you can’t leave his presence at all.

Your mind is reeling trying to decide what to wear, it’s just square dancing you think to yourself! You feel anxious, unprepared, and nerves are starting to settle in the pit of your stomach since you don’t always go out on dates. So you decide on comfort but an outfit that you feel great in, high-waisted jeans with a nice top containing daisies.

Looking at the time, you prep yourself in the mirror as you finish spraying your perfume that Jack gave you which smells like lavender, not overpowering but subtle. He always knew how to calm you down even when he’s not here physically you think to yourself, smiling. If the date goes wrong you leave. Simple as that.

You head out to meet your date at the bar which thankfully wasn’t very far from your house. When you turn the corner down the sidewalk you see the bar’s neon lights radiating, people are already getting loud, you see dancing in the windows, and your date as you get closer to the entrance. He’s sitting at the end of the bar already drink in hand staring at his phone. When you enter approaching him, you notice he has a nice face, he’s dressed in a long sleeve collar with loose jeans. Tapping on his shoulder softly, he looks up at you quickly replacing the calm facial features he had to a more bothered look like he didn't expect you to show up, almost.

You brush it off thinking he could be tired, this was a blind date your friend at the agency set you up with so he could be coming from a long day at work. You smile softly to him understanding it’s been a long day while introducing yourself, “nice to meet you..” He was dressed in a plaid shirt with dark blue jeans, the normal style everyone wears to go dancing here.

He nods quickly, “Andy.”

Taking his hand out for you to shake it. The handshake was unpleasantly cold from the beer he was drinking that made you shiver slightly as you sat down on the stool next to him.

“What’ll you’ll be having miss?” The bartender calls out while he’s hanging off a drink to another costumer, you order regular cold beer to start off thanking the bartender.

A few seconds go by of silence that felt like 5 minutes waiting for your drink, not one word was said which already makes you uneasy as you fumble with your fingers on the bar table. You want to leave already. All your mind could go to while waiting for your drink was Jack and what he was doing.

Thankfully your drink had arrived within seconds in front of you, you take a long drink hoping it’ll ease your nerves a bit. Sensing his eyes staring, you force yourself to stop drinking shyly and he clears his throat looking away. Well whatever that was just gave you even more nerves, but hearing the next song playing gave you an idea.

“I love this song, I haven’t danced to it in forever!” You lied as you turned your head to the dance floor seeing everyone partner up. You have danced this song before by Luke Bryan with only man, Jack. You remember he pulled you to dance floor so swiftly while you were drinking not even bothering to ask you if you wanted to dance. But of course you couldn't say no to him, he had this brightening smile that you couldn't bear to make it disappear as he was holding your hand softly pulling you closer to his chest. Jack was a great dancer, but you’d never admit it to him that would inflate his ego. Looking back at that night though made you long for him so deeply, so you shake it off.

You caught off guard when Andy asks, leaning closer to you to where you can smell his beer breath.

“You wanna dance, sugar?” He smirks placing a hand on your lower back, you wanna laugh a bit only because the one person who calls you that is Jack during your missions to mess with you, yet it definitely did not sound as pleasant as when Jack says, but you agreed nonetheless.

Andy gets up quickly fixing his pants by his belt, not even bothering to hold your hand as he’s walking in front of you, you trail behind him. When he turns extending his hand to grasp yours he pulls you to his side to square dance averting his eyes away from you. You’re not sure what surged this from him but, you weren’t going to question it. As you’re both dancing next to each other, he stays silent for the most part only giving you small nods and short answers when you ask random stuff like about his work, how long he’s been in Statesmen, even hobbies.

The lack of effort from him hits you hard though, as you’re dancing to the next song already you look around and see how other people talk with their partners so effortlessly. Maybe it’s you, maybe you’re not as interesting to grab someone’s attention on the first date, which would explain why he’s so bored with you. You’re not sure what to do, you start to panic that this date was a total flop, you feel embarrassed that you might see him at work as well.

“Andy, I’ll be right back. I-I’m head to the bathroom okay?” You nod, tapping his shoulders for him to let go before he can even answer you. You rush to the bathroom that was to the right side of where you both had previously been sitting. Locking yourself in the single bathroom, thanking whoever designed this bar.

“Okay calm down, it’s all good…he’s just a guy.” You tell yourself leaning your back against the door with your eyes closed, “He’s probably really tired, just don’t overthink so much.” You lie to yourself, repeating it’ll be okay over and over.

You exhale feeling somewhat confident to go back to your date when you catch yourself in the mirror, you feel a prickle tingle your nose staring at your eyes in the reflection, your eyes looking up at the ceiling. You start to feel a bit hopeless, the uneasy feeling is placing you in a groove, you know it, cause right now all you wanna do is head home if he was interested he’d make it clear. Simple as that. Grasping yourself around your stomach, makes you want to fall down against the door to cry and just call Jack.

Oh Jack.

Your holding your waist and neck bracing yourself, thinking you have to tell him how you feel. This secret can’t keep going, you’ve never loved anyone like this before.

He occupies your mind constantly, he’s the first person you wanna go to when you wanna try a new restaurant, or visit a new bar, try a new hobby with and just talk to on your sleepless nights. But you realize this love you have starts and ends with you, he’s been through this before. You figure he doesn’t need someone that can’t even keep a date entertained, he deserves someone interesting like him. You blink quickly to dry the corners of your eyes, before it can ruin your mascara because that’ll just damper your mood even more. Something you don’t need right now.

Heading out you scan the room looking for Andy, causing your heart to drop instantly and your hands get cold. He’s laughing with another woman spinning her around, that was your last straw. Without saying goodbye or a second thought, you swiftly maneuver your way out of the crowded dance floor to head out the bar.

Feeling the warm air hit your cheeks, oddly enough bringing you comfort not sure why. You love when the weather is warm but not suffocatingly warm, just right with a slight cool breeze. You decide to call Jack, it’s not that late right now so he should be awake -you hope. You decide right then while you still have the courage to call Jack. Dialing his number you hear the phone ring a bit longer than usual making you nervous, you curse your nerves for psyching you out. You panic wanting to hang up but you take too long to decide cursing to yourself when you hear the phone pick.

Fuck. “Hey sugar” he says deeply.

Hearing his voice alone eases you a little, but that nickname makes your heart full, “Hey Jack I-I wanted to…” You trail off hesitating whether to tell him right now how you feel. You’re already feeling down, what’s another rejection going to do you? Besides you can always devour the Ben & Jerry’s you have at home and deal with the consequences the next day. So you say screw it, taking a deep breath, feeling the flutter you have in your stomach settle and increase by the second. You have to speak the up right now, feeling your edge slip away clenching your fist and the phone to ground you.

Before you could speak your heart stops.

“How was your date?” Jack asks softly in a deep baritone voice.

All your bravery goes out the window the second your reminded about that horrible date, reminding you everything you felt in the bathroom. Your mind is racing thinking, deciding last minute out of instinct, he doesn’t need to know how you feel. His friendship is all you need right now, you lie to yourself.

Maybe you’ll move on? Yeah right..

You swallow pushing the hair out of your face while looking down at your boots, feeling defeated again, keeping it hidden for now is for the best.

Your throat tightness, praying he doesn’t notice the sadness in your voice, “Yeah it went well, you know I’m a great square dancer!” You laugh it off a bit as you proceed to walk home before it gets even darker staying on the phone with him telling him how it went, lying through your teeth. You frown to yourself holding in your emotions. You hate lying to him, you never do it, but tonight was just a bit heavier for you to deal with the truth.

Once you reach around the corner of yourself however, you stop dead in your tracks making a rough sound that echoed in the dead of the night from the heels of your boots.

Right there in front of your apartment building with his phone to his ear, one hand in his pocket, and still talking to you. He was dressed in his dark blue jeans with the light blue long sleeve he wore earlier today rolled up to his elbows. Leaning against the front hood of his Ford Bronco, was your Jack.

Waiting for you.

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In the Dead of Night

Pairings: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader/Sweets

Rating: Mature

Warnings: 18+ Each part has their own individual warning! Warnings include: Time jumps, Smut, Insomnia, Angst, Anxiety, Loss of Parent, College AU, Older!Jack & Older!Reader, Mentions of Death

Summary: You and Jack have been together since you early days in college, late night adventures, moving in together, and through his restless nights and yours. But are you both ready to endure what comes after the happiness? Will he still be your riding companion through all your sleepless nights?

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Series Chapters

Chapter 1: The Late Hours

Chapter 2: The Morning Hours

Chapter 3: The Golden Hours

Chapter 4: The Final Hours

One Shots

(placed in chronological order)

The Night We Met (Young!Jack x Young F!Sweets) before Chapter 1 || College AU

To Building a Future (Married Jack x Sweets/F!Reader) || During Chapter 2

Tell Me What You Need (Pregnant!Reader) New Years Special || After Building a Future

Inspiration

The lovely, extremely talented, and suchhhhh a baddie: Orville Peck. Bless this man’s voice. || for more check my tags: #in the dead of night inspo

A/N: Did I make another fic based on a song? Yes, yes I did. It’s grown to become a habit of mine and it’s hard to shake out of it. This fic is dedicated to all my insomniacs, i think Jack would be the perfect partner to stay up with because of his oversea travels and living on a ranch!

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