agent whiskey x reader with 236?
Characters: Reader x Jack “Whiskey” Daniels
Warnings: death and kingsman: the golden circle spoilers
Prompts: “I just don’t know how to look forward anymore.”
Word Count: 367
A/N: i should be studying for my sociology exam but whoops
NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!
“Whiskey?” you knocked on your best friend’s door, and you heard and incoherent mumble. Guessing that was your cue to enter, you pushed the door open and frowned when you saw Whiskey down another glass of alcohol, before slamming the glass on the desk and resting his chin in his hands. Sighing, you walked up to him and asked, “Oh, Jack, what the hell?”
“If you’re gonna give me a lecture, I already heard one from Champ.” Whiskey replied gruffly, and you walked around so you were next to Whiskey and perched yourself on his desk. “And Ginger. Even Tequila, can you believe it?”
“I’m not here to lecture you.” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose and closing your eyes. “Alright, maybe I am – but I have every right to. I’m worried about you, Jack.”
It had been a month since the death of Whiskey’s wife and unborn son, and it looked like he was getting worse instead of recovering. You knew he was grieving, but his self destructive behaviours were getting you and the other Statesmen concerned.
“I loved her, y/n.” Whiskey croaked out, his voice cracking. “And now she’s gone. I just don’t know how to look forward anymore.”
“I know it hurts, Jack.” you leaned forward to face him, and he looked up at you. “And this is gonna be harsh, but you gotta move on. You can’t spend your whole life grievin’ like this. Your wife wouldn’t want to see you destroy yourself because of her.”
Whiskey frowned, but deep down, he knew you were right. He was better than this.
Then why couldn’t he seem to snap himself out of it?
“Look,” you leaned over to grab Whiskey’s shoulder, giving him a little shake. “Why don’t you, me, Tequila and Ginger go out for tonight? Have a little fun, take your mind off things. It’s a temporary fix, but it’ll be better than you sittin’ alone in here.”
Whiskey wanted to decline, but he sighed. He knew you were trying to help. Maybe it was time he stopped moping around anyway.
He finally nodded, and you gave him a small smile. And after a pause, he smiled back slightly.