#this isn’t the 1K surprise this is just me having thots

[whiskeynwriting]

Babe. Idk about you but it’s like 75 and sunny where I’m at and my brain is stuck on babycakes and daddy Jack 😍 (honestly this scenario could also work for Frankie baby) Thots below:

Spring is in full bloom. Babycakes has been doing some spring cleaning, the house is all clean,candles are lit all over, windows open to let the breeze in. She’s got her favorite sundress on, looking cute! And let’s say Jack comes home from work early to surprise her( or maybe he’s been out doing something, either way he’s not been at home lol) He’s got a big bouquet of flowers 💐 bc they reminded him of her💕 and she’s in the kitchen baking some cookies. He walks in and sees her, she has her back to him and hasn’t heard him come in so she’s just humming and baking away. Daddy Jack is so smitten and in love and the human form of 😍 bc that’s his baby! But obvi she turns around and jumps bc oh shit jacks home lol and she’s all awe 😍 when she sees the flowers and runs to him and practically jumps in his arms and showers him with kisses and the tightest hug ever.

Okay honestly I originally was thinking thots about getting railed in a sundress but this took a super fluffy turn instead lol don’t worry tho I’ll be back with thots but possibly with another Pedro boy 😉

Did I damn near make myself cry while writing this? Yes. Do I regret it? Absolutely fucking not.

Before You

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) mentions of sex, established relationship/marriage, mentions of death and widowship, sad Jack to happy Jack (we love to see it, that’s my baby)

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A/N: This made me emotional. If this doesn’t scream “Agent Whiskey is my comfort character” I don’t know what will. Baby, I love you <3

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They reminded him of you; delicate, soft, and pretty enough to catch your eye even from a glance. He’d stopped by to pick up your favorite bottle of wine, and once he saw them, he knew he had to get them for you, too. It wasn’t a particularly special day, there wasn’t a reason to celebrate. He’d thought about you all day, replaying the events that had happened between your bedsheets last night, physical love made with gentleness and intimacy, something that made him feel so loved by you. That isn’t to say he didn’t feel loved when sex with you wasn’t gentle, it was certainly just as enjoyable. It was just that sex with you, when delicate and slow, felt like something entirely different as a whole.

He could compare the act of you coming into his life to that of a butterfly’s wings, the butterfly effect. Nothing was the same after you’d arrived; it astounds him that something as simple as the flap of an insect’s wings, as a dance between two strangers, held the ability to create the world anew.

The bouquet Jack holds in his hands are in fact comparable to you. An arrangement of light pink lilies and roses in the shade of magenta, the two flower types intermingling and tied together at their stems with a pretty, white bow. The color pink reminds Jack of the candy wrappers on Valentine’s Day, of the color of the Cherry Blossoms in his childhood front yard, the strawberries he picked every spring at the back of his parent’s farm. Something romantic, something delicate, and something sweet. And altogether, that perfectly describes you.

He thinks about his life before you, almost laughing quietly to himself as he shakes his head. There’s so much about him then, so many things he did and traits he had that are entirely nonexistent now. One-night stands with strangers from bars, endless nights spent in his empty house alone, going out to eat because he never liked making dinner for just himself, working late at the office with no one to come home to, always feeling lonely in the world because no one understood him the way that you do.

“Oh!” you jump, finally turning around and facing him.

He grins at your surprised state, having been leaning against the wall near the front door for about ten minutes now. When he came in, you were busy baking, singing along to the radio you have on. He could tell by the smell that you were making his favorite cookies, oatmeal raisin. The cleanliness of your shared home was obvious as soon as he stepped in, everything neat and tidy, a few candles lit, with the windows open to let in the smell of spring.  

“Hey baby,” you grin, gazing warmly at him.

Your eyes then flicker down to the bouquet he’s holding in his right hand, his left resting in his front pocket. And your smile grows at the sight, having not only been greeted by your loving husband, but by a beautiful bouquet of flowers, too.

“Hi honey,” he returns, his smile widening when you dart over to him.

He holds his arms out, stumbling back a step or two when you run into them. Your quiet, giddy squeal makes him chuckle, wrapping both arms around you tight, though he does his best be careful of the bouquet.

Jack feels sturdy when you leap into his arms, his deep laugh vibrating against you. Immediately, you duck your head down into the crook of his neck. You can smell his cologne here, chest squeezing tightly with happiness when you feel his strong arms wrap around you firm and snug. It feels so natural for you to be here, nuzzling your body against him. The same arms that hold you when you’re sad, the same ones that pick you up only to plop you down on your shared bed, wrapping just as tightly around you now as they do then.

“Why’re you home early?” you ask, the brightest smile still plastered on your face when you pull back.

All Jack does is smile, moving to hold up the bouquet. “Missed you, babycakes.”

Your cheeks lift even higher with joy, twirling slightly in your little dress. You then lean in, giving him a few passionate kisses before your lips move elsewhere. He smiles as you pepper his cheek and jawline with kisses, heart bursting with affectionate joy at seeing you so happy that he’s returned home.

With prudent hands you take the bundle of flowers from him, turning to bring them into the kitchen. Jack watches you with love warming his heart, following behind you and moving to lean his forearms on the stone counter. He watches as you fill a vase up with water, sprinkling in the packet of flower nutrients before setting it aside. You then go to cut the stems, making sure their length is to your liking before arranging them in the vase.

There hasn’t been a time where Jack wasn’t absolutely smitten with you, and the current moment is certainly no exception. You’re in a small sundress, the olive green one you’ve had in your closet for about a year. It’s slim-fitting and goes down to your mid-thigh, held up on your shoulders by two straps. Simple, but elegant.

“You’re so pretty, sugar, you know that?”

You glance up at him with a slightly doubtful smirk, a playful one that makes him round the counter and pull you into his arms. He hugs you from behind, watching as you continue to perfect your arrangement. Jack’s warm, soft lips find your neck, humming ever so slightly. He’d taken off his hat before he came over, setting it on the chair so it wouldn’t get in the way of his tender love. Memories of last night once again drift into his mind, his lips roaming your neck making you think the very same.

“I love you, baby.” You grin, leaning your head to the side for him. “And I really missed you, too.”

The two of you ended up cooking dinner together, talking about your days while eating at the table. Once you were both finished with your food, you decided that cuddling up on the couch and watching a movie seemed like a nice way to end the day. Since you’d already cleaned so much today, Jack insisted on taking care of the dishes. With an appreciative kiss on the cheek, you let him, roaming off to your shared bedroom to get changed.

You decide on a pair of black shorts and one of Jack’s old army long sleeves. This one in particular was always a favorite of yours, dark green with his unit’s number on the back. A sleek ponytail seems comfortable and cute, so you tie one up before making your way back out.

You hadn’t thought you were gone that long, but apparently, you were. It was long enough for Jack to clean up the rest of dinner, putting the dishes in the dishwasher and packing up any leftover food, eventually finding his way over to the couch to pick up on an old hobby.

Immediately, it brings tears to your eyes. You continue walking down the hallway, making sure to be quiet as to not disturb him. You want to soak in every ounce of this you can get.

A curious smile forms on your face as you continue to hear the guitar’s strings. He’s humming at first, and you expect it to stay that way, but then, he starts to speak alongside the melody. You hadn’t ever heard him play the guitar before you were married, let alone sing. He’d only played one other time since Anna died, that intimate event occurring on the first night of your honeymoon. And he’d played this very song for you. So, you’re careful not to make any noise, you just take it all in, your heart filling with a combination of sadness and joy.

“Was my heart beatin’ in my chest? Was I even alive before the day we met?” it’s quiet, soft, and barely audible if you didn’t know the tune.

“Heard I was a wild one, actin’ like a child some,” he continues. “Heard I was a fast one always was the last one, waitin’ for the other shoe to fall.”

You step forward again, inching closer to the beginning of the hall, listening to Jack’s fingers rhythmically pluck the strings, his deep baritone continuing to sing.

“I’ve heard stories ‘bout the boy I used to be,”

Each tiptoe brings you closer to him, brings you closer to this melody. It’s one of the songs you danced to at your wedding, too, the one he dedicated specifically to you.

“But I don’t remember me, I don’t remember me…”

And then he sees you, smiling softly as you lean against the wall, admiring him openly. He meets your eyes, an affectionate smile now on his own face.

“Before you.”

Thank you for reading <3

“I Don’t Remember Me (Before You)” - Brothers Osborn