Jack Daniels - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Jack: Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted.
Daniel: I’m “a couple of things”.
Peggy: I’m “got distracted”.
Peggy, as Jack walks by: God, what an arse.
Daniel, staring at Jack’s ass: I know.
Pedro Pascal as Agent Whiskey lockscreen + wallpaper
Powder Room - Industrial Powder Room Remodeling ideas for a mid-sized, industrial powder room with medium-toned wood cabinets, a two-piece toilet, blue walls, and a drop-in sink.
i mean 👀👀 agent whiskey is such a flirt i would probably die if he flirted with me he would have me the moment he opened his mouth. But also i could see him flirting with the nerdy lab assistant who he really likes but she thinks he isnt being serious bc of the amt of flirting he does on cases. (hes so attractive it hurts)
AN | No but the cowboy could flirt with me any time 🥺❤️
Pairing | Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Fem!Reader
Warnings | None
Word Count | 2.2k
Masterlist | PP Characters, Main
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"You're going to give yourself a headache, sugar," the outside of his warm southern drawl caused you to almost jump out of your chair. You hadn't even heard him coming; he was incredibly stealthy but you knew that was just part of the job. You turned to him and offered a small smile, trying not to stare at his ridiculously handsome face, "staring at the computer too much and workin' entirely too hard."
"I, shit - Jack," immediately you wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole, "I didn't even hear you!"
"Well, I wouldn't be very good at my job if you did hear me," he teased, sitting on the edge of your desk, which caused you to have a mild freak out. You gave him a nervous, tight lipped smile before shrugging, "do you ever take breaks?"
"Sometimes," your cheeks warmed up as he tutted at you, "when time allows."
"I don't like that answer," he drummed his fingers along the top of the desk before quickly hopping off and holding his hand out to you. You stared at it as though it was some weird, foreign thing, "come on. I'm taking you to lunch."
No. Nope. Definitely not. You weren't sure if you'd be able to survive that.
"Oh Jack," you shook your head and rolled your chair a little further away, "I can't. I'm… too busy."
"Hmm," he hummed softly but didn't pull his hand away, "I think you know by now that I am a stubborn man. And I don't usually take no for an answer."
"Jack…"
"Come on," he tilted his head towards the door and motioned for you to follow, "I'll even let you pick the place. I won't keep you for too long, sugar, I just want to make sure you've had something to eat and taken a well deserved break."
You stared at him for a few long seconds before slowly nodding.
It wouldn't be too bad. Right? Right.
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"So," you didn't like the sound of Ginger's tone at all. You knew it all too well. You froze as you poured your cup of coffee, "I heard you went out with Jack."
"Oh yeah, we - wait," you almost dropped the carafe, "what!? Ginger, what are you talking about?"
"I heard from Trish who heard from Christine that you and Jack went on a little date," there was a huge smirk on her face as you tried to process even what she was saying.
"Ginger. Ginger," you set everything down and turned to her, holding your hands up as an act of surrender, "you of all people know that you shouldn't listen to gossip!"
"Oh," she shrugged lightly and crossed her arms over her chest, "but you're not denying it."
"I - no!" You groaned heavily, "we didn't go out, Ginger. We…he came to my office and insisted that I needed a break and we went to grab lunch. It wasn't a date or anything."
"But you did go out," you opened and closed your mouth a few times, "you could have said no, right?"
"I…" you thought about it a few more moments, "but it's Jack. You know how persuasive he can be."
"Mhmm," she made her own coffee and turned her back to you. You sighed heavily, "of course he is. But he's also sweet on you."
"He is not," you sounded almost indignant but her words gave you a moment of pause. He wasn't, was he. No…he was just an openly flirty man. It wasn't just specifically with you…the idea was preposterous, "that's just how he is."
"Is it though?" She mused sweetly. You couldn't even be annoyed with her, she was too sweet for that, "listen, sweetheart, you're a scientist. You're incredibly intelligent but you're so blind. Open your eyes a little bit and then you'll have your answer."
"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked but she was gone and out of sight before you even finished your question, "Ginger?"
“Just Jack last time I checked,” oh maker. Of course the man in question had to have that perfect timing. You closed your eyes for a moment and let out a low breath. This was Jack after all, just another coworker. There didn’t have to be anything weird about it. The fact that you’d harbored a crush on him for as long as you’d been working was another thing entirely. Of non-import. Except that it was becoming an increasingly large problem that made it hard to be around him. Hell. Maybe this was worse than you had thought.
“O-oh,” you pasted on the best smile you could muster up in that moment before turning back to the coffee that seemed to be the most interesting thing in the world, “hi.”
“Hey sugar,” he really had to have that warm, syrupy drawl didn’t he? It made your knees weak, “everything alright? You seem awfully jumpy.”
“Everything’s just fine,” you were a liar. Everything was most definitely not fine, “just needed a coffee break.”
“I’d suggest water,” he leaned against the counter and gave a lazy little half smile, “but I’m glad to see you’re taking a break at least.”
“Mhmm,” a tightlipped smile was thrown his way, “had to stop staring at my screen for a while.”
“Well good,” he reached over and gave your shoulder a squeeze. His touch was electric and sent shivers down your spine and butterflies to explode in your tummy, “listen, I was wondering if-”
“I’ve gotta go,” you took a step out of the room and away from him, “I’ve got a lot to do.”
Jack watched as you almost ran away back to your office. He shook his head fondly and decided that he would check in on you later. There was no reason for him to scare you off now; everything would happen in time.
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Over the next couple of weeks it seemed like you saw Jack everywhere you went. Whether or not it was intentional it was starting to drive you crazy. The man took up enough of your mind already, he didn’t need to be the only thing on it. Any time you weren’t actively thinking about something else, the cowboy took over your thoughts. It almost wasn’t fair.
This particular evening you were positive you were the last one left in the building. There were just a few things you needed to finish up and you hadn't planned on being there too much longer.
That’s why when you heard the footsteps coming from down the hall, your brain went into fight or flight mode. You grabbed the nearest thing that you thought could serve as a weapon and clutched it tightly. Padding over to the door, you hid just out of sight and waited for the intruder to come in.
You held your breath as you got ready to attack and as soon as you the person walked through the door, you jumped and yelled at them. He was startled in response but you quickly realized that it wasn’t just any intruder…it was Jack. Of course.
Sighing heavily, you lowered your arms and took a step back, “what the hell, Jack?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“Me?” he asked, eyes wide and incredulous, “you’re the one brandishin’ a beaker at me!”
“It was all I could find!”
“Did you really think that little thing was going to protect you?” his surprise quickly turned into amusement as you eyed the glass in your hand.
“I dunno,” you set it back down and took a step back, “it was just…the moment. What are you even doing here?”
“Working,” he put his hands on his waist as he was prone to doing, “what about yourself, sugar?”
“Working,” you echoed softly, “I was just getting ready to leave in a few minutes.”
“Funny,” he offered you the sweet smile that you found hard to resist, “I was going to do the same thing."
"Funny," you agreed meekly although you definitely did not think it was funny. This was Jack after all…he didn't do things without purpose, "well, I guess I'll let you get back to it."
"Listen," he paused in the doorway but you'd already turned around, face contorting into a grimace, "would you want to stop for a bite to eat?"
You had a feeling this was coming but it didn't stop the clench of your shoulders that you just knew he could see, "umm, I'm okay. Thank you for offering though."
"You got any plans tonight?" He strode back over, determined as ever. Even though you were anxious as hell, you couldn't deny that his gentle persistence was making you melt, "darlin'."
"N-not really," you admitted, side-eyeing him sneakily, "just stuff and things."
"Stuff and things," he repeated and you nodded. He huffed lightly before hesitantly reaching over and putting a finger under your chin. When you didn't pull out of his touch, he brought your face up to his, "is there a reason you're avoiding me?"
"N-no," you lied weakly as he tutted in disbelief. You caught his eye for a moment before swallowing thickly, "you make me nervous."
You weren't even entirely sure if you'd meant to say it out loud but there it was. No going back now. His eyes widened for a minute before he nodded, "is there a particular reason why? Have I ever done or said anything to make you feel that way? If so, I greatly apologize-"
"You haven't done anything wrong," you quickly stopped him and shook your head fervently, "its just…you."
"Me?" He was bemused and you were floundering. How very typical.
"Yes," you sighed lightly, "you're all great and wonderful and lovely and I feel like if I go out with you're just going to be even better and I'll fall in love! But it won't be the same for you because you don't like me like that, you're just flirty with everyone."
"Hold on a minute there, sugar," he pushed back a few locks of stray hair out of your face, watching you intently, "you're going a million miles a minute."
"Jack-"
"There is some truth to what you've said," he agreed, "but a lot of falsehoods too."
"Oh. Oh?"
"I don't expect you to fall in love with me," he whispered, "at least not yet. But in case you haven't noticed, which I see now you did not, I am sweet on you. I like to think I'm nice to everyone, most people anyway, but that's often mistaken for flirtation. However this old cowboy ain't got eyes for anyone but you."
Surely your mind was manifesting this. Maybe you'd fallen asleep at your desk and were in the middle of a fever dream. But….no. you definitely felt him brush his knuckles along your cheek before he traced his thumb along your bottom lip.
"Seriously?" You cringed as soon as you blurted out your question, "me?"
"Mhmm," he hummed softly, "I'm not forcing you into anything - and if you prefer for me to leave you alone completely let me know - but I'd love to have the honor of taking you to dinner."
"Like a date?" Scientist who? Clearly you were a wordsmith.
"Not just like a date but an actual date," he agreed, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth and displaying his dimple, "tonight can be casual but perhaps this weekend you'd let me do this all properly."
"Okay," your answer came out softly and easily, causing your face to warm up and his to light up brighter than the sun. It wasn't really even a question; you liked Jack a lot…you'd just never thought he could feel the same. And yet here you were.
"You're thinking much too loudly, darlin'," he chuckled as you blinked owlishly, "wanna tell me what's on your mind?"
"I sure will," he really did have the loveliest smile, "but I'd like to take you out first. I want to do this thing right."
"Will you kiss me?" Ugh. You were definitely crawling into a hole and never leaving.
"Wow," he was just too dreamy.
"Wow yourself," he teased affectionately, "now what do you say we get out of here?"
"Yes," every fiber of your being was humming with excited energy, "please."
"Well come on then, sugar," he took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Swoonworthy, that's what he was, "ain't got no time to waste!"
Yeah. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.