#2. Kingsman the golden circle

[nicolethered]

A sampling of some of my favorite bts Pedro gifs

[firsttarotreader]

“Better to shoot action scene or romantic scene?”

Pedro: Romantic.

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[punkshort]

Thank you to everyone who participated in my writing challenge and reblogged/liked/commented on any of the works listed below!

➤ I will keep updating this list as more entries post

Joel Miller:

• Vacay Lover - Yacht Captain AU - @josephquinnswhore

• Come Fly with Me - Pilot AU - @punkshort

• Physical Therapy - Lifeguard AU - @eff4freddie

Javier Peña:

• Orange Peel - Uber Driver AU - @captainredspade

Frankie Morales:

• Love in Hawaii - Tour Guide AU - @natasharomanoffsmotorcycle

• Water Cooler Courting - coworker AU - @crowandmousewritingco

• Hiding Place - best friend AU - @libraryofneith

• Neighborhood Watch - Neighbor AU - @joelalorian

• Poolside - Poolboy AU - @ghotifishreads

• Walking on Sunshine - Dog Walker AU - @sunshinehaze1

Dave York:

• The Prenup - Divorce Lawyer AU - @yxtkiwiyxt

• Lies, Excuses and Bullshit - Ex Boyfriend AU - @bitchesuntitled

• Doctor's Pet - Doctor AU - @evolnoomym

• Don't Move - Bodyguard AU - @almostfoxglove

Dieter Bravo:

• Dieter's Sky High Brownie Delights - Chef AU - @pedges-world

• Bittersweet Love - Childhood Friend AU - @ozarkthedog

• Golden Girl - husband's best friend AU - @whocaresstillthelouvre

Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels:

• Sing for you Forever - Musician AU - @yopossum

• Forever - Groomsman AU - @morallyinept

• My Kink is Karma - Hitchhiker AU - @clawdeewritesfanfic

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[pedropascalmybeloved]

Whiskey in the cabin is so pretty I'll cry

[lionlena]

Headcanon: Who will be ready to kill for you? From most willing to least... (Pedro Pascal characters) 🔪💀☠️🩸

1. Oberyn Martell

There is no doubt here. He will kill for you without hesitation.

He has a hot temper, he is used to killing, he is highly trained, and... madly in love with you. You are his Queen.

If someone insults you, looks at you wrong, or hurts you, Oberyn will not hesitate to spear him or challenge him to a duel (and spear him.)

Be sure, he will make a show of killing for you. He will proudly show off his skills, and if the victim is unlucky, he will even torture them.

Oberyn really won't have any doubts. This is the world he lives in. He is a prince and is not afraid of consequences. For you, he will always be able to kill an entire army of people.

2. Jack Daniels (I wasn't sure here but my sweet @creedslove helped me)

Jack will do anything for his Sugar. If your safety or good honor is at stake, he will not hesitate to kill.

Let's be honest, Jack has no remorse about this. If someone threatens, hurts, or insults you, they are bad. And bad people deserve to die. Easy.

Good manners dictate that he must take care of and protect his Sugar.

Of course, he may not do it in a very spectacular way, but he will definitely use the skills he acquired in the agency.

If necessary, he will falsify evidence and suddenly your ex-boyfriend will turn out to be a dangerous terrorist who had to be eliminated.

Jack has no qualms about threatening others with death in his typical Southern way ;)

3. Dave York

He won't hesitate to kill for you either. For example, your abusive ex-boyfriend.

But of course, he will do it secretly. After all, he is a hitman.

If you know about his profession, he will probably confess to the murder, but it may also be that he will withhold this information for your good.

But let's face it, when you find out that your ex-boyfriend drowned (and you know he was a great swimmer), you'll figure it out.

But can you be mad at Dave? After all, he did it for you. When you tell him about your guesses...

"He'll never lay a hand on you again." Dave will whisper into your hair and kiss your forehead.

But there are also murders you don't know about. For example, that guy who was aggressive in the bar...

4. Joel Miller

Here it all depends on which Joel we are talking about. After the outbreak Joel or no outbreak Joel.

Post-pandemic Joel is of course willing to kill for you. Mainly to protect you.

It's obviously not something he's proud of, but that's the world you live in. Sometimes there is no choice. If he doesn't want you to be raped or killed, then he has to reject humanity. And he does it for you, he kills without blinking an eye.

If someone insults you or is aggressive, Joel may not kill him, but he is definitely ready to break the guy's jaw or stab him in the knee.

As for no outbreak Joel, the situation is different here. Joel won't kill for you... Not that he doesn't want to, but it's clear that he doesn't want to go to prison.

But you can certainly count on the fact that he will often scare someone who behaves inappropriately towards you.

5. Din Djarin

Well, Din is a bounty hunter. He knows how to kill and if necessary, he will kill for you too.

But it won't be something he will enjoy and he won't do it for a trivial reason.

If you are in serious danger, he will definitely not hesitate to use his blaster. But don't count on him killing someone for you out of revenge.

Of course, this doesn't mean he won't threaten other people. He's good at making threats.

So if someone is bully or aggressive towards you, he will definitely hear Din's icy modulated voice:

"You can leave this place being warm... or you can leave this place being cold."

6. Javier Peña

Javier is ready to kill for you, but because of his job, he knows he can't do it.

However, he won't hesitate to threaten your ex-boyfriend with a gun if he doesn't understand that you don't want to be with him anymore.

Javier can be aggressive and won't hesitate to use his fists to make sure no one hurts or insults his cariño.

However, the situation may be slightly different if the person who threatened you was a sicario. Javier may not kill him directly, but he will use all his connections to neutralize the threat.

And of course, he won't hesitate to kill if you're in danger. If someone kidnaps you, Javier will put the entire DEA and CIA on their feet and get a military helicopter to save you.

And when you're safe in his arms, he won't regret what he did, not even for a moment.

7. Frankie Morales

This is another man who has killed before. Frankie knows how to pull the trigger, but... He's in serious trouble because of it. He dreams of dead people at night and wakes him up with nightmares.

That's why Frankie would be willing to kill for you, but only if there was no other option. If your life was in danger.

He is also not a fan of making threats. He prefers to avoid conflicts, but of course, that doesn't mean he can't look menacing and throw a murderous look.

Of course, you will always be safe with him. Frankie knows how to fight and in case of trouble, he is always ready to use his military skills.

8. Marcus Pike

Marcus, of course, is not very willing to kill someone for you. He's an FBI agent, of course, he knows how to kill and has seen death more than once, but that's why he does everything legally.

He is also not a fan of making threats. Of course, you can feel safe with him.

It's not that Marcus can't be aggressive and combative. He just always tries to think things through and doesn't get emotional.

If your ex-boyfriend harasses you, Marcus will encourage you to report it to the police.

But of course, in a situation of danger, Marcus is ready to take out his gun to stand between you and the threat. And if it's absolutely necessary, he'll shoot.

9. Javi G

Javi is sweet, we all know that. But he's also not afraid to defend you, but killing someone is definitely out of his league.

He may threaten someone with a gun because he can play a dangerous role, but he would really be the last one to kill for you.

If you were in danger, Javi would simply hire an army of bodyguards and never leave your side. And of course, he would carry a gun. However, if he had to shoot, he would probably aim for his opponent's legs or arm.

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed

[pidgeispunk]

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[yousharknotpass]

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

[fuckyeahpedropascal]

Pedro boys relationship matrix

I don't remember how exactly this idea came to me, but this turned out to be a very fun matrix! Thank you those who contributed their knowledge to this idea! Commentary below the cut.

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Single AF

Javier Peña, Din Djarin, Pero Tovar, Young!Joel Miller

The first three are single AF because of their jobs. Javier is a workaholic in a dangerous job, Din's ship fits one person and one Grogu, and Pero isn't in a position to take a wife as a travelling mercenary.

Young!Joel gets a special shoutout. He doesn't have time to date because he's working hard raising his only child as a single dad on top of running his contracting business, and that's hot AF 🫠

Committed

Dieter Bravo, Oberyn Martell, Frankie Morales, Javi Gutierrez

There was a bit of debate around as to whether Frankie is married or not. As @imaswellkid points out, he calls his partner his "lady", not wife or missus, and he doesn't wear a wedding ring. To me, he's in a committed relationship, but not married.

It's Complicated

Silva, Joel Miller, Tim Rockford, Ezra

So this category is half canon and half conjecture. I haven't seen Strange Way of Life yet, but I think we can all agree his relationship with Jake is complicated. As is Joel's with Tess.

I headcanon that Tim's in an on-off relationship because he comes off as a workaholic (the takeaway in the precinct is a clue) who can't commit, while Ezra is so hard to pin down that it would inevitably be complicated with him.

Divorced/Widowed

Marcus Pike, Max Lord, Marcus Moreno, Jack Daniels

Thank you @elvenmother for pointing out that Marcus Pike and Max Lord are divorced and that Marcus Moreno is widowed. I will forever mourn my beloved cowboy Jack's wife and unborn child 😭

Married

Dave York

I cannot believe Dave is the only married Pedro boy out of the bunch. This man looks damn fine with a wedding ring on. Hopefully we get more married Pedro boys in this year's upcoming projects!

[pedropascalsx]

[groovy-hippie-chick]

So help me, if he dies in another gruesome death, he better receive an Oscar nomination for this role! At least his hair is on point! 😉❤️😘

[wannab-urs]

Villain

Prompt #847 “We can’t all be heroes. Some of us have to be the villains.”

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x gn!reader

Summary: You catch Jack before he takes off to stop Eggsy and Harry from saving the world.

Warnings: some language, Jack being the bad guy (canon), briefly threatening vibes. WC: 419

A/N: This one was hard. I didn’t feel like writing it, but I pushed through. I like the concept, but she’s a little rough. 

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“Jack, you can’t do this,” you plead with him.

“We can’t all be heroes. Some of us have to be the villains.”

“Why? Why does it have to be you?”

“Why did it have to be her? Why did those fucking crackheads take her from me, huh?” Jack yells, stalking toward you. 

You retreat, your back hitting the wall. You’ve seen him riled up before, even angry, but never like this. 

“Jack… Are you really going to help her punish every single drug user on the planet to get revenge on some assholes you could have killed today?”

“I am.” Jack gets in your face, hand drifting down to his trusty pearl grip pistols. “They’re all scum. Are you going to try to stop me?” 

You pull up your sleeve, showing the beginning of dark blue, near black, crawling up your veins. 

“I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

Jack stares blankly at your wrist for a moment before his eyes slowly track up to your face. Anguish takes over his features. 

“No. No, no no. Not you. Not you too, baby girl.”

He brings a hand to your cheek, aiming to run a thumb over your cheekbone, but you flinch away. 

“Yes, Jack. Me. And Teak. And a bunch of other people who don’t deserve to fucking die.” Your voice is hard, angry. 

“I don’t understand.” 

“You’re so blinded by revenge, you can’t see what’s right in front of you. You have to stop this. You have to save me. Please, Jack.” 

Jack feels his worldview crumble before his eyes. He’s always believed drug users, those responsible for the death of his beautiful girlfriend and unborn baby, were evil. There’s no saving evil people. 

But you’re not evil. You are beautiful and kind. Smart as a whip. Sweeter than sugar. He’d kill for you, has killed for you. He can’t lose you. Not when you’re the first woman since Elena to keep his attention. 

Jack is frozen in place. He doesn’t know what to do. 

“I don’t know how, sugar. How do I save you?” His voice breaks, and you finally let him touch you, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Kill Poppy and make sure Harry and Eggsy get that antidote where it needs to go, yeah?” 

“You got it, sugar. I’m so sorry.” 

“We’ll see how sorry you are if I survive this.” 

Jack presses a kiss to your forehead.

"If it's the last thing I do, I'm keeping you alive."

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[firsttarotreader]

https://www.tiktok.com/@ladypascal8/video/7363662722820623621?_t=8lyvyMTuwDd&_r=1

I did not get the sad music🤣 First time seeing this video. He is so real for that

I don’t know why the sad music, but I love his answer that Oberyn, Peña and Whiskey would not fight, they would have a drink and go out to get girls. 🤣🤣🤣 Why fight, right? 🤣🤣

Pedro always with the horniest answers! 🤣🤣

[whiskeynwriting]

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

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A Different Kind of Love

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) 

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

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A/N: random side note, reader’s temperature readings are in Fahrenheit. Your girl is American LOL but so is daddy 🥰

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“Hm?”

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

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

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

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

“Why are you… how…”

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

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

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

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

“I missed you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you leave early?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” 

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Recall - Part 2

WHAT THE F*CK IS PROJECT ASTER?

A/N: Not me sneaking this in under the radar while we're all riding the high of Pedro's SAG win. <- Actually, exactly this. I never meant for there to be such a long lapse between chapters but here we are and here this is - even if it is 695 years later. If you need to refresh your memory (I know I needed it) or you're just starting this series, you can catch up here. And if you want to come chat about this story or these characters, my inbox and messages are always open and I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts!

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: language, mention and description of gunshot wounds, even more angst than part 1, Jack Daniels and his Charm

Summary: You race back to the lab after receiving Ginger's message, only to be met with more questions than answers regarding Jack's progress.

You practically ran from the housing complex back to the lab, heart pounding and blood rushing in your ears the whole way. 

Something is wrong. 

Ginger’s message flashed behind your eyes with every blink. You had no idea what she meant, and that was what scared you the most. Despite the fact that Statesman had been developing and working on the Recall program for years before introducing it into standard protocol for all Agents, it was still relatively new technology. Preliminary studies were done on lasting effects of the nanites, of course. But the truth of the matter was that the program wasn’t old enough for there to be any real longevity data. Which meant that if there was a threshold for how many times the Recall program could be run successfully without causing damage, you didn’t know what it was… or if Jack had surpassed it.

How many times has he…  

You were vaguely aware of one of the other Agents - Absinthe, maybe - waving hello and using your codename, but you were too lost in your thoughts to respond. Instead you kept walking, trying desperately to remember how many times Jack had gone through the restoration process. This was the second time since you had taken the position with Ginger, but you knew there had been others before then. You concentrated as hard as you could, trying to reconstruct the page in Jack’s file that had that information on it in your mind. That tactic had worked for you during exams in college and grad school - you’d close your eyes and picture your notes and pick out the answer you were looking for from memory. But the stakes weren’t nearly as high then as they were now. No matter how seriously you took your studies, adrenaline never coursed through your veins during a bio-chem midterm quite like it did as you made your way toward the elevator, and for all your concentration you simply couldn’t find the fact you were searching for. 

Something else shook loose, though, as you stepped into the car and slammed the close door button - a memory of one of the countless times you’d shared that same space with Jack. It wasn’t just a random moment, though. As the doors slid closed and you felt the jolt in your stomach that told you the car was descending, you were struck with the memory of how it felt to hear Jack address you by your codename for the first time. 

It was only your third day on Ginger’s team when the Silver Pony came in from New York, and you smiled to yourself as you watched it land smoothly on the runway.

He’s back.  

The last time you saw Agent Whiskey, you were still working in scheduling and he had just been cleared to return to duty after being wounded on a mission. Duty, as it turned out, had meant an extended trip up north to meet with investors and sign off on some financial paperwork on Champ’s behalf. It was the type of work you imagined that an Agent like Whiskey hated. Not that you knew much about him. But from the very first interaction you had, you got the impression that he was a man of action, someone who preferred to be in the thick of things when things got thick. 

And they certainly always seem to. 

You didn’t know the full details of the injury that had taken him out of commission prior to the New York trip, but you knew that it must have been serious if the first thing he’d been assigned to upon his return had essentially been busy work. Though you didn’t like the idea of him - or any of the Agents for that matter - in danger, you were glad to know that he was back at HQ because it meant that he would be getting back to the kind of work that he joined Statesman for. The work that he did so well. 

The path you were on, the one that connected the employee housing complex to the main building, joined with the path that led to the airfield, and just as you reached the juncture, you were joined by a pair of boots and the cowboy wearing them. 

“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes? First face I see when I get back happens to be one I was actually lookin’ forward to seeing.” 

What? Me? 

He grinned at you, and the heat that you felt climbing your cheeks had nothing to do with the springtime sun. “Howdy, darlin’.” 

Me. Okay. 

Recovering as quickly as you could from the unexpected attack of his charm, you cleared your throat. “Welcome back, Agent Whiskey.” You returned his smile as he fell into step beside you. “Was being in New York so awful that you actually looked forward to scheduling your training and testing sessions?” 

He tilted his chin and leaned closer to you. “Schedules have nothin’ to do with it. I am genuinely glad that the first person I saw this morning was you and not Tequila or Vermouth.” 

That made you laugh, but it also gave you the perfect opportunity to tell him what he’d missed while he was away from HQ. “Well -” You thanked him as he held the door to the lobby open for you, letting you enter the building first. “That’s good, because as of three days ago, you’ll be making those schedules with someone else.” 

Glancing over, you saw his eyebrows jump, an intrigued glint flashing in his eyes. “Is that so?” 

Another Agent - Absinthe, from the sound of their voice - greeted Whiskey from across the room, and you saw Merlot throw him a smile and a wave as she continued to speak to someone on her earpiece. Even though he acknowledged both of them, his focus remained on you as you responded. 

“It is.” You grinned as you reached the security turnstile that restricted access to the elevators. In your previous position, this would be where you’d have to tell Agent Whiskey to have a good day before heading down the first floor hallway that housed the non-classified offices. But not anymore. Pressing your palm to the scanner atop the turnstile, you waited for the blue light to flash before looking back up at the man standing beside you. “You’re looking at Ginger Ale’s new assistant lab tech.” 

You stepped through the gate as it opened, turning in time to watch him place his palm on the reader. He broke into a smile then that reached his eyes, the corners of them crinkled with the force of his genuine excitement as he followed you through. “Well hot damn, darlin’, that’s great!” He bumped your elbow with his, the brief touch sending a jolt through your stomach. “Congratulations.” 

Letting out a flustered little laugh that you hoped didn’t give away the effect his proximity was having on you, you reached out to press the button to call the elevator. “Thank you, Agent.” You reigned your smile in despite the fact that you were still over the moon about your promotion and everything that came with it. “I’m really looking forward to learning from Ginger.”

The elevator to your left opened, the two of you moving towards it. “And I’m sure she’s just as happy to have the help.” He held his hand up to keep the door from closing as you stepped inside, then joined you. The door stayed open for a few seconds longer, but even though no one else came through it and there was no need to, he stood close to your side, the scent of his cologne hitting you as you inhaled. Goddamn he smells good. 

You swallowed and selected your floor, the lab level lighting up on the panel. Hand still hovering near the buttons, you tilted your head to the side, silently asking what floor he needed. But instead of answering and letting you press it for him, he reached in to do it himself, the position of his arm further caging you close. His fingertips grazed your knuckles on their way to the buttons and you had to stop yourself from gasping at the electric feel of his skin meeting yours. Pressing the button for the floor that Champ’s office and the boardroom were located on, he withdrew his hand. As he finally took a step back, you could see the hint of a smirk playing on his lips that told you he knew exactly what he was doing. Shameless flirt. 

That didn’t come as a big shock. Though you hadn’t worked closely with any of the Agents yet, you knew that some - if not most or all of them - had reputations around the HQ offices. Tequila, though capable in the field and loyal to the Agency, was known to be somewhat of an overgrown frat boy with a penchant for drinking games and strange dance moves. Merlot mainly kept to herself, unless you were to get her talking about her most recent needlepoint project, which seemed far too tame a hobby for someone with as severe a stare as she had. There was Absinthe, the toxins and poisons specialist who, it turns out, could have had a career in comedy had he not joined Statesman, and Bourbon, the quiet one whose quirk you hadn’t learned yet. And then there was Whiskey, the shameless flirt. 

But where others rolled their eyes at his syrupy compliments and quasi-pick up lines, you found yourself charmed by his southern antics. And by him in general. 

As the elevator car began to move, the man sharing it with you spoke, his eyes widening in realization as he looked at you again. “Wait. Hold on a minute, darlin’. If you’re part of Ginger Ale’s team now, does that mean that you’ve got a-” 

Your groan cut off the rest of his question. “A codename?” Wincing, you wrinkled your nose and let out a laugh that was part sigh, part scoff. “Yes. Or, rather, Champ is trying to get me to go by one. I’m not sure it’s going to stick.” Because there’s too many jokes to make about it. 

He cocked his head to the side, one hand resting on his popped hip just above the coiled lasso that hung at his belt. Your focus was involuntarily drawn to the sight of his thick fingers curled casually around the synthetic rope, but you snapped your eyes back to his at the sound of his voice again. “Oh no?” He tipped his hat back, pushing the underside of the brim with two of the fingers you’d just been staring at. You swallowed and shook your head. “Well maybe I can help give it some traction. Care to share that moniker with me? I like knowing how to properly address the people that I-“ 

“It’s Maraschino.” You pressed your lips together to keep from smirking at the way his jaw dropped open almost comically. 

“Maraschino?” Recovering quickly, his mouth quirked to one side, pulling his mustache with it. “Like the cherry?”

You rolled your eyes. “Like the cherry.” Glancing up at the numbers above the door, you saw that you still had a few floors to travel before your stop. 

“And just what about that name makes you hesitant to use it?” 

Laughing, you turned to face him more fully, resting one hand on the rail that ran around the inside of the car. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe I’m not looking forward to being asked if I can tie a knot in a stem with my tongue.” A brief scowl crossed your face as you recalled a moment from the previous day. “I already overheard Agent Moonshine mumbling something about popping cherries...” 

You weren’t sure why Whiskey was the one with the bad reputation for being a flirt, when Moonshine’s watercooler talk was as uncouth as it was. 

That turned his tone serious, one brow raised as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Is that so?” You shrugged and nodded. “In that case, it might be time to remind Agent Moonshine of his manners.” 

You were just about to wonder if you’d said something you shouldn’t have when the lights above the door changed again, and the car began to slow to a stop - yours. “I… it’s fine, Agent, really, you don’t-” 

“Jack.” You blinked as he said his name with a lopsided smile. “If you’re gonna be part of Ginger’s team then you’ll see my file sooner or later anyway, and I’d rather give it to you than have you read it off some screen.” 

You sucked in a breath as the doors slid open, feet temporarily glued to the floor under Jack’s gaze. This is me. I need to get off. I have to- Your tongue slipped out to wet your lips as you finally responded. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jack.” 

“Pleasure’s mine, Maraschino.” He winked. “And for what it’s worth? Call me old fashioned, but… I like it. I hope it sticks.” 

Warmth rose in your cheeks and flooded your stomach as he addressed you by your codename, and right then and there you decided to keep it, Moonshine be damned. Though it sounds like that won’t be a problem for much longer. 

Before you could respond, you heard Ginger’s chipper tone from the hallway calling you. “Right on time, Maraschino! Come on into the lab and we’ll get started. I want to show you the Alpha-Gel protocol.” You watched her press her ID card to a pad on the wall to open the lab doors, and then she was gone. 

“Better not keep her waitin’ or she’ll get antsy.” Jack grinned. 

“Right.” You laughed, bringing one hand up to absently roll one of the pearls on your necklace between your fingers. “You have a safe day, Agent.” 

With that you left the elevator, feeling his eyes on you until the doors closed.

The memory from just over two years earlier vanished as the elevator jolted to a stop, the doors opening on the lab floor. The only thing you felt as you stepped through them was a cold shiver down your spine that you knew wouldn’t leave you until you were certain that Jack would be alright. Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself as much as you could before using your ID card to enter the lab. 

The lock panel beeped, the door sliding open with a whoosh, and as soon as possible your eyes were on him. Your ribs could hardly contain your heart as it pounded against them, the beat thudding in your ears, too. But to your immediate relief, he appeared exactly as you left him only a few hours before, and a quick scan of the monitors displaying his vital signs assured you that medically he was fine. Oh, Jack. 

“You’re here. Good.” Your attention snapped to the sound of Ginger’s voice, the other woman adjusting her glasses as she crossed the room to where you stood. “That was fast.” 

Grabbing for your lab coat, you thrust your arms into the sleeves and shook your head. “I came as fast as I could. What’s going on, Ginger? He looks…” Your forehead furrowed in confusion as you swallowed a tight knot. “Tell me what’s up.”

She nodded, deep creases cutting between her eyebrows to match the concern written on your face. “Remember when I told you that I had some files from Merlin to go over?” She pointed at the work station she’d been using when you entered the lab and started heading towards it.

“Yeah.” You nodded, following her at a clipped pace over to the main bank of monitors. But what does that have to do with… 

On the largest screen she had Jack’s file pulled up, the page listing all of the programs, projects and missions he’d been a part of displayed alongside his Statesman I.D. photo. Many of them were from before you started working with Ginger, and therefore before you gained the level of clearance that you currently had, so you were in no way involved with them. 

But I recognize some of those names because they were major milestones for the Agency. 

Scanning the list, you took a moment to mentally tick off the ones you knew about. Project Rodeo. The São Paulo job. The Recall Program. Operation Card Shark. Project Whiplash. Jack’s file read like a textbook or a training manual on the most important discoveries and victories in the last twenty years at Statesman. You glanced over at the recovery bay to where he lay, still unconscious and connected to the machinery that would bring him back from the brink of death, and your chest ached. 

He’s done so damn much for this place. 

Not that you needed to read his file to know that Jack was an exemplary Agent, or a good man. There was a reason Champ had made him the youngest Senior Agent in Statesman history, just like there was a reason that you had let him into your heart. Turning your focus back to the screens in front of you, you vowed for the hundredth time that night that you would make sure that he pulled through. But just as you were about to question Ginger about what the files Merlin sent over had anything to do with Jack’s situation, something on one of the smaller screens caught your eye.

Wait a minute. That’s not right. 

“This is…” Eyes narrowed, you shook your head as you looked over the information listed in the identifying features section. Every Agent’s file contained a catalog of scars, birthmarks, tattoos and other unique markings. It was used to keep track of injuries, to ensure that no one could easily impersonate an operative and infiltrate the organization, and - though you hated thinking about the final reason, you knew it was an important one - to identify an Agent in the event that they were killed in the line of duty in such a way that left them unrecognizable. 

Looking quickly at the diagram, you realized that it was incomplete. 

“Ginger, this isn’t right. It’s missing information.” You stepped closer to the bank of monitors and pointed at the diagram. It showed the scar on the inside of his right leg that he’d had since childhood, the smattering of freckles dotting his neck that you’d mapped with your lips, and a few other markings that you were aware of. “He’s got another scar right here.” You moved your fingertip to the area near the figure’s temple, tapping it twice. “And…” Turning to face the woman beside you, you let out a breath. “He’s got a tattoo on his chest. On the left side. I’ve… I’ve seen it.” 

Her eyes widened behind the frames of her glasses. “A tattoo? Of what? When did he… Why wouldn’t it be listed in his file?” She shook her head, sending her short hair swinging about her ears. 

“It’s a bundle of three wildflowers,” you responded, throat tightening as you remembered the last time you traced the delicate lines of those petals. “Asters. And-“ You shrugged, looking back over your shoulder. “I don’t know how long ago he got it, I just…” Trailing off into a frown, you watched Ginger pull up another tab from Jack’s file. “What are you d-“ 

You gasped at the image that appeared once she’d stopped typing, your right hand flying up to cover your mouth. Oh, fuck. A chill trickled sickly down your spine and you felt your heart plummet as you stared at a photo of the man you loved - his eyes lifeless and glazed over, a bullet wound blown through his chest. Jack… 

Ginger must have heard your sharp inhale, because she immediately turned to you, apology clear in her expression. “Shit, Maraschino, I’m sorry I should have warned you. You weren’t… You didn’t see him like this when it happened.” 

She gestured to the screen and you forced yourself to look again. Doing your best to bypass the graphic image of torn flesh and spilled blood, you focused instead on the date stamped on the upper left corner of the photo. It was from three months before you started working in the lab, and without having to ask, you realized that this must have been the incident that preceded the temporary transfer to New York that he had just returned from when you told him the news about your promotion. I had no idea that this even happened. He never told me about this and- 

Despite your best efforts, your eyes slid back down to his chest - or what you could see of it - and you realized something else. The wound was situated just to the right of center, meaning that the skin of his left pectoral, though stained red with his own blood, was visible. There’s no tattoo there. There’s… he must have gotten it after this happened. 

Minimizing the photo so that it was no longer the only thing on the screen, Ginger confirmed your conclusion by crossing the room and cutting open the snowsuit that Jack was still wearing lying in the Recall bay, revealing the delicate design of the three black and gray wildflowers inked there. “Shit.” She muttered the word under her breath, then turned to face you. “This is worse than I thought.” 

Concern crowded your thoughts then, making logic difficult. What? It’s just a tattoo. How could… what does she mean? Stepping up to the other side of the bay, you swallowed. “Ginger, I don’t understand. What am I missing?” 

She sighed and used one hand to adjust the arm of her glasses. “Agents are required to report any and all new identifying features including scars and tattoos. And Whiskey knows that. He’s the agency’s top ranking operative and currently our only senior Agent.” She shook her head. “He didn’t get to that position by ignoring protocol.” 

She’s right. You sucked in a breath. “So you’re saying…” 

“That he didn’t realize he hadn’t reported it. Or possibly that he thought he already had.” 

Your eyes widened and your heart dropped like an anvil. Fuck. In your research you had theorized that issues with an Agent’s cognition - specifically the reordering and manufacturing of memories - could occur with repeated use of the Recall program, but you had yet to identify any symptoms or warning signs that would flag you or Ginger to the problem. Fuck, Jack. Your fingers twitched at your side and you had to physically stop yourself from letting them brush over the hair at his temple. What’s going on in there? 

Steeling yourself for more bad news, you looked back up at Ginger. “What did you find in the files from Merlin?” 

She met your gaze with a concerned expression of her own, and then crossed back over to the bank of monitors with you in tow. “Okay, well, you pretty much just confirmed what I was afraid of but…” There was a pause as her fingers flew over the keyboard and Jack’s Statesman file expanded to full screen view again. “So this is the file that we have on record for Agent Whiskey.” 

You scanned it, rereading the same operation names and missions that he was a part of, nothing seeming off. “Okay?” 

The keyboard clacked again with a few more strokes, and then an almost identical file popped up in a split screen view. “And this is the file that Merlin sent me.”

Immediately you noticed a difference. At the end of the list of missions there was one on Merlin’s copy that did not appear in the official Statesman record. Project Aster. As Ginger clicked through the pages, you noted several entries where the mystery project was referenced, including, to your horror, three instances where it looked like the Recall program was used in conjunction with injuries he sustained in the service of the clandestine op. The signature on all of the entries was an old one, and you realized that it wasn’t Champ’s, meaning that these entries, this project, pre-dated Statesman’s current leadership. “What?” You tried and failed to make sense of what you were looking at. “Ginger. What the fuck is Project Aster?”

She gave you a tight-lipped frown. “Right now? Your guess is as good as mine. I’ve never heard of it. And-” She attempted to open one of the tabs with notes under one of the entries, but the page wouldn’t open. Instead it displayed a message that sent a hollow feeling through your bones: 

ACCESS DENIED. HIGHER CLEARANCE LEVEL REQUIRED. 

It made no sense. There was no higher level of clearance. You sunk into one of the desk chairs in front of the monitors. This is bad. “How did Merlin find this?”

Pulling out the second chair with a sigh, Ginger sat beside you. “He said that he wanted to know as much about us as he could since we were the ones who brought Galahad back. I guess a healthy dose of skepticism is his M.O. and… and I guess he has good reason for that. I offered to let him look into our files since our organizations are working together now, but he said he preferred to access them on his own. He was able to hack our network, and it turns out that these files - our files? They were encrypted. That’s why Project Aster doesn’t show up on them.” 

The full weight of the situation settled in your stomach. This could mean that Statesman is compromised. Or that Jack is. Or that- You squeezed your eyes shut against the onslaught of sinister theoreticals and tried to focus. “Well can he decrypt the rest of it?” Opening your eyes again, you pointed up at the screen. “Merlin. Can he-” 

Ginger held up one hand, palm facing you. “He’s working on it now.” 

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath that didn’t do much to steady you. “We need to get Champ in on this. See if he…See what he knows or-” 

“He’s on his way here now. But I can’t imagine he knows anything about this.” She shook her head. “He wouldn’t condone hiding information this important. Not if it has anything to do with the Recall program, and especially not in regards to Whiskey. They came up in the agency together. Champ was the former Senior Agent, they… No. He’s going to be just as in the dark about this as we are.” 

You felt utterly helpless, a hurricane of information swirling through your head and none of it falling into place. Checking your watch, you saw that there was less than an hour left on the countdown, meaning that whether or not you solved the mystery of what Project Aster was or why it was hidden internally, Jack would be waking up soon. For the first time since he went down, you wished you had a little more time to figure things out before his deep brown eyes opened again. Because if there’s something going on that we don’t know about, he could be in danger. 

If the combination of Project Aster and the Recall Program had altered Jack’s cognitive function or rearranged his memories, it could mean long term brain damage. It could also mean that he had become a danger to Statesman. And if the files surrounding Project Aster are encrypted… You swallowed. Then we have no idea if any of the other Agents are affected. 

Shit. 

The only thing you could do until Champ arrived or Merlin was able to get through the encryption, was wait.

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Pedro Pascal as Jack Daniels, aka Agent Whiskey 

Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017)

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Headcanon: How do they cook for you? (Pedro Pascal characters) 🥕🧑‍🍳🍓

🍳 Joel Miller

Joel is not the best cook. Of course, he had to learn how to cook for Sarah, but he always kept things simple.

He is a supporter of one-pot meals. What he cooks for you is really delicious, but simple. There is no culinary madness about it. That's why Joel prefers it when you make dinner.

But it doesn't bother you anyway. Especially since Joel loves making breakfast for you. Whenever he can, he will get up earlier and make you a delicious breakfast: scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles... Everything you like.

And if he finishes making breakfast and you're still asleep, he'll bring you breakfast in bed. He will kiss your forehead and whisper, "Get up, baby girl. I made you coffee and breakfast."

From time to time, Joel will also take you to your favorite little restaurant. This way neither of you has to cook and you can enjoy your time together.

🍽️ Oberyn Martell

Cooking is the last skill he needs, which is why he can't cook. As a prince, he never had to worry about this. Food was always served to him on silver trays. Even when he was a warrior, he didn't have to worry about it.

Of course, if he and you find yourself in a wild desert, he can easily hunt something and roast it over a fire. He would never let his Queen starve to death.

However, you can't count on Oberyn to stand in the kitchen and prepare something for you.

On the other hand, you don't have to do this either. Just tell the servants what you want and your dish will be brought to you after a few minutes.

Oberyn loves to surprise you and organize picnics for you. By the river, in an oasis in the desert, in the gardens... Once he even organized an evening picnic for you on the roof of the palace.

🌮 Javier Peña

Cooking isn't something he's great at. But he is a specialist in making drinks.

For most of his adult life, Javier learned to eat out or buy home-cooked meals.

However, it's not like Javier can't cook anything. There are a few special dishes that his mom taught him to make. And although Javier may feel insecure about his culinary skills at the beginning of your relationship, the longer you are together, the more willing he will be to prepare these dishes for you.

If you cook, you can always count on Javier to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. After all, he doesn't want your beautiful nails to get damaged.

You just have to sit on the couch and enjoy the drink he prepares for you.

🥞 Jack Daniels

This may come as a surprise, but Jack is very good at cooking. All because he was a mama's boy when he was a kid. He loved helping his mom in the kitchen and cooking with her.

Now he loves cooking for you and you can't help but admire how Jack transforms in the kitchen.

It's so cute to see him without a stetson and jacket, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and wearing an apron with the "Kiss the Cook" written on it.

Sometimes you just can't help yourself and hug him from behind and then steal a piece of carrot or sausage. You then hear his scolding voice: "Sugar, don't steal... Remember your manners."

But you know he's actually smiling and it doesn't bother him at all.

But what Jack does even better than dinner is... Cakes and desserts! You've never eaten such delicious muffins, desserts, croissants... Jack always watches with a wide smile as you eat these sweets, knowing full well that you will reward him later...

🍴 Dave York

Dave doesn't cook, he doesn't even try to learn. He thinks you're better suited for it because you're a woman.

Don't get me wrong, Dave is not some fucking misogynist. He will support you in your career and support your passion and women's rights. He doesn't think that women are only good for cooking and bearing children, but... Dave grew up in a traditional home with a traditional division of roles. And he just never felt like cooking.

You don't even know if he's bad at it because he's just never tried it.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't help you with other household chores. Dave doesn't mind cleaning. In fact, he's actually really good at it, because it's part of his job (cleaning up the crime scene). He can also do laundry or iron his shirts without any problems, but... He stays away from the kitchen.

But that doesn't mean you have to cook all the time. If you don't feel like it, no problem. Dave will make sure to take you out to a restaurant or order takeout at least three times a week. You are his princess and he will never let you think otherwise.

Besides, the kitchen is sometimes not meant for cooking (if you know what I mean.)

🍔 Frankie Morales

To say that Frankie is a disaster in the kitchen is an understatement. Frankie tries really hard, but he can burn anything... You never thought that somebody could burn scrambled eggs.

But he is a great helper in the kitchen. Nobody cuts vegetables as quickly and precisely as Frankie. To top it off, he never has a problem doing shopping for groceries. He doesn't even need a list. Just tell him what dish you want to make and he will know what to buy.

Frankie also knows all the best places to eat cheap and delicious food.

But surprisingly. Frankie is excellent at making barbecue. You don't understand how this is possible, but it is. And no one makes burgers as delicious as Frankie.

🍲 Din Djarin

Din hardly cooks. Most often, he makes broth and always adds too few spices. Sometimes he will also roast what he hunt over the fire, but he doesn't care what he eats.

Years spent as a bounty hunter and many planets visited had taught him to eat anything. Literally everything. Sometimes you think Din's stomach is made of beskar too.

Unfortunately for you, Grogu also has some strange food preferences (like father like son). You've seen him eat a frog more than once! But he, like you, thinks that soup with live 'octopus' is not normal!

That's why you forced Din to add a kitchen to your little house on Nevarro.

"Yes, Din, we need a kitchen!"

And you like cooking, especially for Grogu, who always accompanies you in the kitchen, because this little one is always hungry. But Din appreciates your cooking too, and you know it when he sneaks up behind you while you're cooking and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek.

🥗 Marcus Pike

Marcus loves cooking for you! And he's great at it, he just needs to have time for it. He used to order takeaway food very often, but not because he didn't like cooking, because he didn't have time.

But since you became his wife, he slowed down, wanting to focus more on family life. Cooking is his form of love language.

Sometimes you even have to force him out of the kitchen and tell him that this time you will make dinner. But even then, Marcus will offer to help you with cleaning and washing the dishes.

Marcus loves experimenting in the kitchen. He doesn't always get everything right, but you always praise him because you love seeing his happy smile and his eyes shining with joy.

If you get pregnant, Marcus will fulfill your strangest kitchen whims.

🧇 Javi G

Javi (like Oberyn) never had to learn to cook, he always had cooks or could afford expensive catering. However, Javi is not against cooking, especially if it makes you happy.

Just tell him what kind of dishes you like. Italian? Mexican? Chinese? No problem. Javi will hire a top chef to give him a cooking lesso.

Then he will proudly cook you your favorite dish. He will watch with impatience and nervousness as you take your first bite. When you tell him that something is delicious, Javi will go crazy with joy.

Of course, he won't finish with just one dish. After all this is Javi! Your hyperactive, passionate husband. So you can count on lots of interesting dishes cooked with love.

But of course Javi will also take you to expensive restaurants. Sometimes he just wants to spend more time with you and hold your hand while you wait for someone else to cook for you.

For the first time, I am ready to cheat on my husband Oberyn with my husband Jack or with Marcus… Oberyn, don't look at me like that, if it weren't for the servants, we would eat fried scorpions every day…

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed