#what phobia god did i piss off?
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After reading through the entire EMBAC master list in nearly one night, I absolutely have to offer up two of my favorite ocs for the Ask game!!
First is named Finnegan. He is the oldest son of a well known family of vampire hunters, which is further part of a large gated community of vampire hunters! They not only have people, but their own marketplace, school, traditions, etc. Like a little village. Hunters begin training 12, and become hunters at 19. He's 26 with seven years of experience behind him, meaning he certainly doesn't have the experience to go after a vampire such as Helle. He believes hunting is a mercy for the vampires, that by killing a vampire not only is protecting humans, but also setting a vampires soul free from the inherent torture of being a cruel vampire. He's a bit... Optimistic in ways like that. He's got terrible luck in general, though especially with compasses as he gets lost often, and has an intense phobia of dogs, despite never having actually seen one due to pets being illegal in the community. He's also got quite a loud personality and doesn't often think things through.
The second OC is Finnegan's younger brother, Declan. Declan is three years younger then Finnegan, and not a vampire hunter. He decided not to at 12, and promptly became a social outcast, losing all his friends and support systems. Except for Finnegan. His brother being on his side and defending him is the only reason he didn't die young and he knows this well. Declan is a self taught lockpicker, having been getting into the classified Archives since he was a kid, and learning things that the communities Council would much prefer hidden since he was a kid. He also has his own way in and out of the community, since one can't leave without permission. These are all grave offenses that could cost him his life if they were to be discovered. Declan doesn't believe in the inherent evilness of vampires, but that they can be good just like any human could be. This has led to him trying so hard to drive his old beliefs and biases from his mind, that he accidentally reversed it. He'll always give a vampire the benefit of the doubt, and assume anyone saying a vampire did something wrong had the same views of his parents and was being judgemental and biased. It's also worth noting that, because of the taboo of vampire bites, he has developed a ... Strange desire to discover what they feel like. How his blood tastes. He's eager to know these things, very much so.
In the story I have planned for them, it basically involves Finnegan getting captured somehow on a hunt, and Declan sneaking out to *save* him. But not really, he simply wants to get his brother away from their family and community, force Finnegan into therapy, and live happily ever after. There will be many trials during this time, like vampires the family has pissed off, but that's fine.
Sorry for the absolute wall of text... /Gen
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"A hunter village..." Beck mutters. He likes the sound of that, even though he knows he could never become a hunter, thus could never gain the protection that would come with living there. "I'm jealous. It must be the safest place on earth. I... I also think... well... I think it makes sense that a human soul would suffer in an immortal body. And I think that's what turns vampires so cruel. But as much as I like to say I think it's merciful to send a vampire back to the grave, and it's not even really 'killing', I... I can't do it. It's too much like killing."
"I hope Finnegan will be okay. He sounds like a sweet person..." He thinks about Gael, the hunter he immediately got killed possibly at the very beginning of his hunter journey, and he shudders. "He should stay away from this area, though. Please."
"As for Declan, please stay away even more. Helle would tear him apart! Can you even imagine? A naive guy like that, looking to be bitten– God, Helle can be so manipulative, they'd have too much fun with him... But, but I do understand why he'd think like that. And why he wouldn't become a hunter. I wouldn't do it either." He thinks for a moment. "I'm sure he'd be okay if he found one of those vamp-obsessed communities here. They're also outcasts, but... a community of outcasts. I think they must be looking out for each other. If he wants to do dangerous stuff, he should at least do it with like, twenty other people."
Helle's eyes light up at the mention of a hunter village. "Oh, what fun! I would love to meet them all." They're 100% thinking about picking off the hunters one by one until the whole village crumbles under the weight of terror. "What an adorable life philosophy. Mercy killings... Even the term makes me... excited."
"I would love to be the lucky guy to capture Finnegan on a hunt. I would treat him so well! I would only let him get attacked by a rabid stray dog once." They love exploiting phobias a little too much. But then again, what is too much? "For the rest of his stay, I would be the only one doing the biting. Cross my mercilessly un-staked heart."
"Oh, Declan..." Helle is practically buzzing with excitement. They have to take a deep breath to calm down so they can even talk normally, without sounding too unhinged; without mentioning the thounsand different ways they would love to exploit that sort of curiosity, that intense need to be right about someone's innocence, that desire to forgive and accept. They'd give Declan a detailed description of the taste of his blood alright. Every single night, forever. Oh, how they'd love to use the stupid kid as a chewtoy, to show him all the ways a vampire can be cruel and depraved. "He sounds lovely. My mansion has a nice, shiny lock, and hides many treasures. Just putting that out there."
#asks#typewrittenfangs#and once again thank u for the lovely tags u left on all the chappies#it was such a delight#at my beck and call#beckett#helle#asks for helle#asks for beckett
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House MD for the top 5 things. Choose wisely
oooo thank you so much. finally i can bitch about this
top 5 things i would change in: house md
1. season 6 finale for the love of god. someone has to. im not a huddy hater but i absolutely despise the way they ended up getting together. and it's such a good episode up to that point! delicious whump! emotional torture! this is for sure one of the best premises for an episode this series has ever had. and then they had to tease sth for the next season in the last 5 minutes so they did the most out-of-character idiotic scene to ever exist. terrible. so ideally i would have made huddy get together sometime earlier in 6th season (not much, just maybe one, two episodes earlier) and house's breakdown in the finale to be a problem already for the two of them to overcome. or made huddy happen a few episodes into s7, and have either cuddy come to house in the s6 finale but not sleep with him, or have wilson come there and sleep with house somehow make house pull himself together
2. speaking of how huddy happens in canon, i would also love to change the episode in which cuddy breaks up with house. it's a terrible episode. it's boring. it's the same plot as the episode with cuddy's mum that was only like, what, 5 episodes earlier?? cuddy is behaving extremely out of character, and the breakup comes off very cheap. so. first of all, get rid of the cuddy cancer scare plot (i meannnn it's a nice parallel to wilson later, but it's really not worth it). second of all, have her break up with house in a more rational way, having decided he is too much of a mess, or that her career is too important to her to have to accomodate house at work all the time, or anything else. just have it be a product of rational thinking and not. this shit.
(overall i would have loved for huddy to happen sometime in the earlier seasons, like season 3 i think would be great! then they could have broken up bc of cuddy wanting a child and house not or sth, and they would have many many seasons post-breakup to somehow mend their working relationship and maybe even get to the point of house being a family friend)
3. there are so many -isms and -phobias in this fucking series. so. less of that, pretty please. i'm fine with house being a terrible person in this instance but i would love for the overall narrative to show him the middle finger for it more often. i would especially love to have a transgender or intersex character appear and not be ridiculed bc really. they were pushing it with the gender-related queerphobia.
4. cameronnnnn holy shit could we please get some decent and consistent writing for cameron. she doesn't have to be likeable, just. uaughhh. ok so i would lean more into her forming weird codependent relationships with patients, and her general emotional fuckedupness. i would have added a cameron-centric episode just before the wedding or just after it to show that she's not 100% invested in this relationship. also an episode concentrating around her work in the ER and her coping with how many patients go through her hands and how she doesn't remember most of them. also i would change her name to literally anything that doesn't end in -on like pleaseeee this is a nightmare i can't stand her being named allison cameron. let it be alice.
5. seasons 7 and 8 and the A-plot – B-plot balance. pisses me off when house is spending whole episodes not doing his job. go back to the ducklings. or ignore the case but at least do it on the hospital grounds - speaking of which, ROOF SCENES, WHERE ARE MY ROOF SCENES. there were some really nice roof scenes in the first seasons. i want the roof to feature more in the later seasons. if house must Not Do his job then at least i'd have him doing something silly on the rooftop. hot wheels track. painting the mona lisa naked. whatever.
also #6 bonnie girlie i'm obsessed with you. more bonnie. my favourite worst real estate agent in new jersey. i would have her appear once per each season. she is thirteen's one night stand. she is a clinic patient. she is selling kutner's flat. i would love for there to be more bonnie.
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PRIVILEGE
OC headcanons
I have concept art for them im going to post soon… (already out probs when i post this)
DIRECTED TOWARDS FEMALE READER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TW: drugging, kidnapping, poly, nudity, petplay, ddlg, stockholm, punishment, reward, insanity, restraints, mention of crying, dependency, cuddling, non-consensual touch, phobias, LESBIAN, neglect, degrading
G:’
Honestly chill, really doesn't care much for what happens to you, don't expect her to protect you in arguments since she would rather watch you get whipped than hear either of her girlfriends apologize
As long as you give her cuddles she won't really give a shit what you do as long as it isn't escaping or breaking any of their rules
The way she treats you is a luxury and she will not resist putting you in the box
THE BOX?
You may be asking?Well there are two boxes; one is a box full of toys and is essentially a “playroom” for when they aren't there with you, generally, leaving you in handcuffs with a bit of food before they return…the other one however. Is lined with whips,canes, and other unpleasant items for when you anger one of too much for just a few little spanks or hits
CONTINUE WITH THE HEAD CANONS
When you actually piss her off? Pray, if god can even save you
“What did you just do whore, try it again, I DARE YOU”
K:
you aren't even a lover, just a pet really
Do not test this woman because trust me when i say hell has no fury like this brown haired tall ass woman
She is one hell of a woman if you let her be, she can be sweet and helpful and has the occasional moment of softness. Albeit rare
But she truly can be a sadist if pushed a tad too far
“That didnt sound like a fucking thank you”
H:
Ah, she isnt strict or gentle
Rather she is influenced by the others, she wont go out of her way to punish you normally but if the others want to, she isnt standing up for you
Barely even a sadist, just loves her GFs and is willing to put up with their…pet, it means she still gets to love them
Their pet can even watch, just never, ever touch
#yandere oc#yandere dream#headcanons#yandere female#women#whump#bad things happen bingo#CandiesActualFics
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As I write my original works with my research tabs open and ready for reference once again I realize - good God I overdid it again. Hummmmm
Oh well - hello random government agent assigned to my search history - I am so very sorry you got the shortest straw.
Bugs aren't *that* scary 😂
Huh, maybe my own phobia will get better the more I purposely scare myself with these things - you never knowwwwww.
In all seriousness : Do not look at my search history if you are insect phobic right now.
Buzz.
NOTE: Ladybugs are assholes
Excerpt of CHaSM: Book 1 - "Here we go again"
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Evelyn didn't say much usually, truth be told the woman barely spoke at all, choosing only to at times catch the eyes of her female companion and from that quiet interaction apparently an entire conversation was to be had with eyebrows and varying sizes of pupils and twitches of the mouth. Ah, one of theseb- right Adam would just have to give them privacy then and focus on someone else.
It was rude to "eavesdrop" after all....even if Evie - err Evelyn did seem a bit...flustered?
Hm, interesting, that wasn't a - oh my god why me go away(!)- flustered either - Adam was err... unfortunately ( or fortunately) quite familiar with the latter.
Zari nodded sagely just then, with an affirmative, mmhm, before her own dark eyes flitted over to him and - aw shit he was caught- that little nurse with a bite was going to chew him out later and fuck man, when Zari was pissed at you it was just like being scolded by both your fifth grade teacher and a damn drill sergeant.
Ugh, his life was going to be hell. Kyle threw him a sympathetic glance but also made no moves to rescue Adam from his predicament.
Traitor.
See if Adam smoothed over the next couples spat when Collin vents to him on patrol later.
Footsteps interrupted him and a shadow loomed and...oh.
That would do it.
"Mr. Caputo I presume? I hear you were part of the security detail last night- can you tell me how a restricted area was left open for a civilian to wander in?" Crisp. Polite.
But seething .
Second Class Science officer Noah Harrison* stared down on Adam like a gnat he was about to crush in his fingers and the developing black and blue splosh around his right eye probably didn't help Adam's case.
Noah...had always kind of been a bit of a... Peacock honestly. He was not going to like the fact his face was "blemished" because Adam had been well... A moron.
(again)
So being the man with common sense ( no really he was - don't listen to the haters ) - he gave the officer a smart salute.
"yes sir - I have absolutely no idea what happened I was on the midnight shift I had only just clocked in two minutes before the incident occurred therefore this is not my fault - sir!" He beamed.
Not a hundred percent a lie...
But not enough to fool this particular science officer because oh had that eyebrow had begun to twitch.
"Sir." Both men paused, Noah especially seemed to stiffen at Evie's approach. "It really wasn't his fault, I got turned around, this place is huge, I haven't gotten my bearings yet." She hugged her arm, still bandaged. "Adam was just trying to help me get back." "
Noah frowned more, "And why, Miss Noire were you even out at that hour?"
"Because I prefer the night. It's quiet. Sorry it won't happen again, just don't chew Adam out he didn't do anything wrong, the door was already open when he found me anyway."
"You're sure?"
"Do I look like the type to go poking around restricted areas for fun?" She countered.
"...no." Noah mumbled before puffing his shoulders, "Regardless, Miss Noire- I have to ask that you stay away from restricted areas from now on, they are...off limits for a reason!"
"Well maybe whoever designed this glorified sardine can should have thought of that before putting a door so close to the damm library!"
"Gee you think." Adam muttered but he was ignored. Rude but story of his life.
The standoff was on and all the setting needed was a piece of tumbleweed to drift past the two of them as they continued just glaring at each other.
Then again, he also didn't exist at the moment, oh no the whole world had melted away, leaving nothing but the young woman currently glaring at Noah Harrison* with that frigid "Evie" stare that had clearly frozen the man in place.
"You...have a point." The officer finally mumbled again before clearing his throat. "Right well... Mr. Caputo while your methods were unorthodox they got the job done so I won't be telling the Captain about this."
Adam jumped, "Wait you're not?!"
"I don't see a reason to, it was a close call but it was also entirely at the fault of the ship and whoever was last down there, they didn't follow safety protocol." He scowled. "Which I will take care of right now, excuse me." His voice lowered and Adam felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand up though the firm grip on his arm kept him from tumbling down like a dope though, at least he could be petrified with dignity. Huh for being a terrifying stick in the mud at least Noah wasn't a jerk. Good to know.
Satisfied Adam wasn't going to end up up a sad puddle on the ground Noah turned to Evie now.
"Miss Noire, I'm glad to see you unhurt." He murmured. "But next time you find you've lost your way around the sardine can... Come find me instead. Unlike Mr. Caputo, I have a sense of direction." He nodded in her direction before turning on his heel and just striding away.
Okay never mind he's still a jackass.
Didn't matter though, oh Adam saw that pretty clearly in that moment.
And tch...
Here we go again...
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*: Harrison is a placeholder last name
#my writing#writers life#writing coffee hour#before work and chaos yay#writeblr community#WIP#CHaSM#Adam is a fun narrator might be using him more
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My Phobia = THIS 😳
This kind of thing happens all the time they go in this rescue 10th day and they turn the epub on and nobody really comes there's too many of them and one day they start gathering them up they figured out that the officers are in them so this guy was lucky no he's been floating for days if not weeks and they pull them out and he was dead in hell and the salt did not preserve it cuz drinking it and he died from it and he didn't do anything else he just died but he was not a valuable person who can't say that he had information we needed and we found out who he was and when after it and his people are lazy and we're not we have a lot of work to do and her son and daughter have come up with some great ideas to help us out even in the grocery store they had a terrific idea and we're going ahead and we are going to use it it's an awesome way of doing things so it's a good thing to hear we saw Andre the Giant on another post strangling how cold and hulk Hogan it's been a wise ass then he mentioned something about the mutants are being ruined by the idiots and hulk Hogan was saying they're slated to be destroyed and it really pissed him off but his grandson said they're not the ones causing the problems and they're really not not as much and they're coming on for being repetitive he says what are these people doing so you start looking at and said I'm in trouble and he's surrounded and if it gave Andre and he said look we're on the other side but it always happens and he said not really but he's saying that we're going to get messed up by this idiots and I want to know what that is so they're working on it and they found out these idiots are into their business and watching them real close and there's too many then they found out that a lot of stuff is caused by them and they're playing may have been changed and Andre the Giant got real mad and he said you may have caused world war III to hulk Hogan and for falling for their s*** this is what about you guys so you're trying to have a snake stuff it's perfectly normal and these guys might look at it differently the lower level guys is your anti-tech and he said this wow this is going to blow it's going to be terrible if someone had to get real big or allowed it really big they like as big as Andre versus me he knows holy s*** and there's an analogy it was really smart can't tell by looking at him plus and he goes oh my God my son said the last line and it don't let him go off on his own and start the lemonade stand so guys quiet they don't understand what does that mean lemonade stand it trying to sell your urine and stuff get a job says a slandering everybody in the yard they're terrible horrible liars we got to get them out we're working on it now the motorcycle thing is we mentioned in the grocery store is a huge family of theirs they they fell off that 50 times today they slow down and they weren't coming out there they're not loading up the boats with new stuff or the bikes the good stuff and starve people out and people that come out are like Max and other people and they come out as commandos and their pseudo military pseudo empire starts killing them they say we did it and of course we come out too but we whip their asses very fast and it's like lightning and a lot of people getting into it did the bikes are being taken and the stuff and it started it off and they don't seem to care much they're a bunch of lazy s****
Thor Freya
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Now that it's over, how do you feel about MCU Phase 4?
Well, to be honest, I haven't watched like half of it! Overall, I liked what I watched, but it's hard to deny that the MCU has been struggling to find its footing after Endgame. I'll tell you my take on what I did watch (briefly, I'm not a reviewer haha)
-Black Widow: I liked it! Kinda too little, too late for Natasha's character, to be honest, but it was a neat adventure. Yelena was the standout there, great addition to the MCU. I even kinda liked "Taskmaster" (though, yeah, not at all what I would've hoped for a live action Taskmaster) Still miffed the Widow is dead, though.
-Shang-Chi: Loved it. Could call it formulaic, origin story and all, but I don't mind that, personally. The new characters are all great, the return of Trevor Slattery was very funny, the fight coreography was excellent, and I really loved Wenwu and the reimagined Ten Rings (though I wouldn't mind if they turned out to have some of their comic-accurate powers later on wink-wink)
-Eternals: I liked the mythos it brought to the table, and the visuals are incredible, but the romance that's core to the story couldn't have been more bland if it tried, and the Deviants might as well have been an environmental hazard rather than antagonists.
-No Way Home: Loved it! I'm a sucker for that kind of fanservice, not gonna lie. Almost all the returning villains were amazing (except Lizard, he was kind of just...there), but my god, Green Goblin was crazy good. The Multiverse craziness was kind of contrived, and it had kind of a downer ending, but that's the Parker luck for you.
-Wandavision: I liked it, but I feel it didn't go weird enough. Also, you can't convince me that this Wanda and MoM Wanda are the same character. No doubt, Wanda was in the wrong in the show, but there's a far cry from that to going on a legit killing spree. I hated that choice, it felt like character assassination, and it pissed me off enough that I outright refuse to watch MoM.
-Falcon and the Winter Soldier: I guess I liked them. Bucky and Sam were great, and their struggles were very interesting to watch through. John Walker was very good, too, nailed the role. The rest was, uh...well, there's not much there to talk about, unfortunately. Also pissed about Sharon Carter, but she's probably been replaced by a Skrull, in which case I'll allow it.
-Loki: very cool, though I have to say I expected a bit more fun to be had with time travel and alternate timelines. Kind of transparent that this show exists only because Loki's so popular, lol.
-What if...?: kinda hit or miss. Refused to watch the zombie episode because I have a phobia there. Also: poor Tony can't catch a break in that series, lol.
-Moon Knight: pretty great! Like Loki, it's pretty obvious that Oscar Isaac carries the show, but I can't complain. I could see how it'd piss off die hard fans of the comics version, though. He's pretty dang different, from what I know.
-She-Hulk: I've only watched two eps so far. It's funny, and I really like Tatiana Maslany as Jen Walters, but I'm actually really not a fan of the Hulk ever since Endgame. I know the show gets pretty nuts later, so I'm curious to watch more, but who knows when I'll have a chance.
The rest of Phase 4 I haven't watched either from lack of time or because there's something about it that turns me off. I'm sure I'll catch up eventually though!
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Sealed Fate
Ever since I was a small child, I was afraid of deep water. The idea of anything being beneath me, in the dark and cold water was too much for me, and I started shaking just thinking about swimming in it. My father, scumbag that he was, brought me on a fishing trip one week. He believed being exposed to it would cure me of my, and forgive me, but this is what he said, “faggotry”. I screamed, begged and cried, yet he was steadfast.
He dragged me onto a rental boat, a dingy little thing, with a tiny cabin, and locked me there. I still remember the smell of old wood, wet with salt water that penetrated deep into my nostrils after I screamed myself hoarse, yelling at him to let me go, and the feeling of splinters on my nails from clawing at the door, hoping I could get out.
He set sail and put us above deep water, few miles from shore, and only then he unlocked the door. I was pissing myself, scared, terrified, by the deep blue waves all around, so he dragged me out by my hair onto the deck and tried reasoning with me.
“Either you calm the fuck down, or I throw you overboard,” he said.
Damn the man, it actually worked. After the first few hours, I stopped thinking about the depth beneath us, and by the end of the week I overcame my fear. He actually did end up throwing me into the water too, but by then it was just for his amusement.
Point is, I didn’t have the same fear of the depths after, even if I didn’t have any love for them.
My father passed away several years back, alone and unloved, as he deserved, yet I still remember how he helped me overcome the phobia.
Now my Jacob, he is like me, but his fear is the closet in his room.
It’s an antique, already stood there when we moved in, smells like rust and dust, but only when the doors are opened, and has varnish peeling off of it. Holds clothes just the same as a new “eikeia” wardrobe. It’s some German brand, or what not, quality wood.
Jacob always ran to our room, went to our bed and begged us to stay there, not to leave him alone with it. Never gave us a real reason, just cried about it being scary. Me and the wife, we discussed giving it away, buying a new one, but money was tight on two incomes and after she died, I just let him sleep with me when he came.
The closet, it has a lock on the outside, with a long, iron key sticking out of it. So, last night, when…
Well, I got an old bottle of brandy from a sailor friend of mine a week ago, as a gift. Good brand, aged in oak. Smelled like smoke. Cracked it open. Drank a lot. Way too much. Almost the entire bottle. And then I started thinking. Dark thoughts, all dark. I was always a sad drunk, even before. And when Jacob came, snot running down his face, yelling about the closet…
It was a battle. Stuffing him in there, I mean. I hit him. Several times. But he kept on fighting me, biting, scratching and yelling. Really didn’t want to go in. It reeked horribly when he wet his pants out of fear.
I pushed him in, and quickly shut the doors. Turned the long, iron key. I locked him there. Inside of his worst fear.
He begged me to let him out, of course, but I didn’t care. I went to bed. Drunk the rest of the bottle. Went to sleep. I was going to let him out in the morning. Unlock the doors with the long iron key, and he would be cured of his fear. It made perfect sense. He would yell at me, maybe fight me again, maybe he would hate me for it, but I didn’t care. I just. Fell asleep, dreamed of the deep.
I…
God, forgive me.
I never knew the closet is airtight.
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Brain stop giving me nightmares challenge
#four in one night lets goooo#at what point do I get a crown and a title like 'the nightmare king' or some shit#what fucking dream god did I piss off lmao#like dream 1 was too disgusting for ne to want to even think about#dream 2 I don't remember but I woke up afraid#dream 3 was about spiders weirdly since I'm not usually afraid of them#and dream 4 brought back a CLASSIC phobia that's tormented me since back when I was in school#like fuck you brain let me dream something normal for once#Pun's text Posts
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LA CHRONICLES: The “apparently i pissed off the phobia God somehow” edition. Or as X is calling it, when the Birds Fight back.
WARNING> ALOT OF CUSSING TO FOLLOW.
Okay. let me start this by saying... there are three things I am absolutely terrified of:
Rats= I see them as walking bubonic plagues. Totally not rational I know.
Clowns= killer klowns from outer space legit jacked me the hell up.
phobia 3
I can handle snakes and mice and everything else like a champ.
And of course in the last 24 hours I had to deal with both so of COURSE here comes number freaking three.
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*sitting in the great room on the plushy sofa as I have yet to go back into what i am calling the rat room that makes weird noises. *
* Hears whining*
*looks up, sees Harry and Pupperly sitting over by the big wall of windows to the backyard*
me: you all need to go out? huh?
Two barks and a mad dash from Monie who came out of freaking nowhere.
*goes to get shoes, grabs leashes on the way back, and peeks head into office to do one of those motion things that means the universal “YO taking dogs for a walk”
L: hold on a sec.
*looks at me*
L: take your phone
Me: im just going around the block...
L: dont care, take your phone
Me: *rolls eyes* but it's a gaa..
*glares at me*
Me: Fine DAD.
His Agent: She always like that?
L: at home yes *laughs* but she has big brothers who will kill me if something happens to her stubborn ass.
me: hhhmmmmpppphhhmmm
*starts to walk out*
L TAKE YOUR PHONE
Me: FINE
*heads back to hook up the dogs, passing x on the way*
X: taking out the dogs?
me: yep.
X: take your phone
me: omg i only got lost once and it was the first week i was here but im taking my phone.
X: good, love you, taking a shower. *kiss on the cheek*
Me: eww cooties, ass
X: Brat (heads off to his room)
*continues back down the hallway to hook up the dogs.*
*heads to the carport door, instead of the front or back door as it's closer to the gate, giving the dogs my normal lets go for a walk pep talk*
Me: Now, we are going to be good. No pulling, no jumping, no getting the leashes all tangled up!!!
*heads out the door, pulling it closed behind me*
CLICK
It's at this moment i have less than 1.5 seconds to realize I have made a mistake.
A HUGE MISTAKE
Me: Oh Shiiiii
BANG.
BING BING BING
BANG
BING BING
BANG BANG
ME: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (ducks and runs)
BANG BANG FLAP SOUND FLAP SOUND
ME: OH FUCK OH SHIT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
*at some point has thrown leashes up in the air and has run to the other side of the carport*
BING FLAP FLAP FLAP BAM BING FLAP FLAP
Me: *blood curdling scream
4 hours later (wasnt really most likely 2 minutes later............. maybe)
(door slams opens, out runs L followed a few seconds later by a dripping, towel around his waist X. Door closes)
L: The fucking hell??
X: what what?
PING PING PING BARK BARK BARK (pupperly) FLAP FLAP FLAP
me: AAAAAA BIRD BIRD BIRD!!!!!!
L: FUUUUUUUCCCCKKkk *ducks* (this fucking rat with wings is dive bombing people)
X: Bloody fucking hell! (turns to open the door)
X: Oh you have GOT to be fucking kidding me
L: WHAT NOW!??!!
X: doors locked
L: FUCK!!!!
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAA
Pupperly and his dumb ass brother think it is a game and are running through the carport jumping up at and chasing the bird that is flying around like a lunatic because apparetly when i threw open the door and stepped out i completely forgot about the new birdsnest and that was why i was avoiding going out that door like the plague.
Me: *literally sitting on the ground in the carport screaming* KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!!!!
X: Pupperly STOP HEEL HEEL
L: FUCK!! grab the damn dog
X: IM TRYING
me: IM GONNA DIE! IVE SEEN WHAT COMES NEXT!! SHE PECKS OUT MY EYES!
L: close you fucking eyes then. (yells at X) GRAB THAT DAMN DOG.
BING PING BAM BAM FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP
At some point L has made it across the carport to me
L: Up UP come on
me: NO No no
L Up ! come on, if we get out of here she will calm down and go back to her nest
Me: NOOO kill it!! kill it!
L: Im not killing a fucking bird
Me: It's demented it's bouncing off of everything, her brain is scrambled anyway
L: because you scared the shit out of it.
X: Get her out of there and help me get these fucking dogs.
(at this point apparently L had enough cause he drags me up, picks me up and manhandles me out of the carport all the while im screaming no no im too high she gonna eat me)
BING BING BAM BAM FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP
*L dumps me (liteally) into a spot on the side lawn and goes back to help X, who is barely hanging on to that towel around his hips, to catch the dogs*
(they both manage to snatch a dog about the same time the flying monster with wings manages to figure out how to get out of the carport flies right over my head)
* I dive flat in the grass*
(bird flies up into the tree)
(L and X walk over and plop down in the grass next to me.)
(we all just sit there for a minute or two trying to catch our breaths)
*feels staring*
*peeks up and sees both L and X staring at me*
Me: i dont like birds..
X No shit you think? L: You dont say?
Me: *sniff*
X: omfg is she crying?
L: shit you made her cry!
X: MEE???? You are the one yelling at her?
L: IM NOT YELLING Im talking loud.
me: *wails* stop yelling at me
L: look what you did
X: Me? this is your fault.
L: The hell you say?
X: You know she is afraid of birds you should have taken out the dogs
L: I was on a business call, with my agent. which i ran out on when i heard her screaming, YOU could have taken out the fucking dogs
Me: *blinks looks from one to the other: ummmmm
(they still yelling at each other)
me: UMMMMM excuse me (tugs on towel and shirt)
L and X: WHAT
me: hehe... i forgot
(L and X look at each other, then back at me)
L:........
X:......
L:.... you......... forgot
Me: yeah?
L: youve talked about nothing but the bird nest and you FORGOT
me:................ welll...
X: Well???
Me: .........................Yeah????
X: jesus fucking christ.
me: sorry sorry
X and L sigh huge sighs
X: we are locked out.
L: Is lucinda still here?
me: dont know??
L SHIT.
(we all get up and head around the house to the front)
(Lucinda loading her bag in the car, looks up)
X: Hey Lu....
L: Hey
Me: *looks everyone where but at the woman
Lucinda: I dont know what kinda kinky shit you all into but you need to keep it down
L: what no... X: OMFG Me: WAAAAA no EEEWWWWW
X: *glaring at me* Eeewww? Eeww??????? the fuck you mean Ewww.
L: ANYWAY we had some trouble with that bird off the carport,and got locked out can you open the front door before you leave.
Lucinda: (giving us the eye like we lying) okay. (mumbles all the way to the door)
L: there will be an extra tip in your next check if you keep this quiet
Lucinda: SI
(we go inside and lucinda heads home)
L: YOU (points to x) get dessed and take out the dogs and you (points to me) sit down on the sofa and dont freaking move until my meeting is over
X and Me: *eyes wide* Yes sir/ Yes sir.
L: Good...... (stomps off back to his office)
X: hmmm.
Me: hmmm?
X: He kinda sexy when he all mad take charge like that
Me: I know right? did you see him pick me up? if i wasnt feaking out, that would have been hot
X: it was still hot
L I can fucking HEAR you you know.. Do what i said.
Me: YEEEESSSS SIIIIRRR
X: Got it.
X (whispers) sexy right
Me: Yep yep
L: NOW!!!!
*bang as he slams the office door*
...............................
X and I are sitting on the couch reading when L comes out of his office.
Sits down.
*i look at him*
L: *sighs* what?
Me: Can you go check on the bird?
L: WHAT?
Me: well she hit her head pretty hard. and got disoriented.
L: is she serious?
X: as a heart attack it's your turn I already checked. she said i didn't check right.
Me: you came back too fast, you just peeked out the door.
X gives L a look like SEE?
me: Please
L: Fine.
L starts to walk out of the room, turns around and leans down in my face
L: baby?
me: yeah?
L: you make me so glad to be gay (walks off)
ME: hmmmmppphh well that was rude.
X: well so was scaring us to death but you dont hear us complaining.
Me: ..........
X: what? no snappy comeback?
me: *grumbles* i cant think of nuffin.
........................................................................
I really really really hate birds.
Im going to need tomorrow to be boring, cause damn.
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Final Thoughts
I honestly don’t know how to feel about it. On the one hand, it wasn’t The Absolute Worst version I could have dreamed up. On the other hand, it felt a lot like getting a bullet to the head rather than the expected slow agony of a Jigsaw trap. On the third hand, it just...
Well, yes, it was always going to be a tragedy. But beyond a satisfyingly curt [SOUNDS OF BRUTAL PROMOTION] on Jonah Magnus, Jon and Martin didn’t get anything at the end. No last second victory, no salt-in-the-eye to the Web. Nothing. We get to see exactly why the Web made Jon so forgetful of the lighter--blanking on Georgie taking it the episode before--and whatever Jon might have been planning against the Web, against the Big Fear Move, it was all torn away before he could even try anything.
The Web has presumably won its apotheosis. And it never, ever suffered a single consequence. We can guess that it likely never will. Which really is incredibly on point as far as existential/cosmic horror goes. The Cthulhu Mythos and similar flavors of grand scale horror are fearsome on a solely supernatural and unfathomable level. But this?
This we can and do fathom. We know exactly what the Fear(s) wants. We know what it is capable of. What it will do. And that isn’t where our misery comes from: it’s the fact that there was no way to win. No way to change anything. Nothing to do but pass it on to the next victim; or victims, plural. That’s what makes me sit back in agonized awe of it. Not any of the phobias made solid. Just the pure crushing defeat of it all. It’s a deflating, stagnant recognition of helplessness that twists the knife far worse than any mere bogeyman.
Jon did everything he could and failed. The only plan that ‘went right’ was the one the Web decided upon, which was designed to inflict itself and its kin on other worlds. The Only Success Allowed is the Success of Your Tormentor.
God. God.
I will say I liked the implications of that last scene; that Simon Fairchild and the rest of the depowered sadistic avatars got what was coming to them. (Much as I still love her, I honestly hope Annabelle Cane suffered some severe Mastermind Buyer’s Remorse when she realized she was left high and dry by her patron. Whoops. (For Oliver’s sake, I hope he was either spared or was finally allowed to die peacefully.))
Much as I loathe all the “Hope-hope-hope-Let’s-make-ourselves-feel-better-by-pretending-we-don’t-know-we-willingly-fucked-over-another-infinity’s-worth-of-victims-hope-hope-hope-!” talk from the survivors, I do appreciate the fact that it is an ambiguous “end” for Jon and Martin.
No bodies likely means they went with the Panopticon down the drain. Martin had to kill Jon to make that happen. Which can mean one of two things.
1) Martin is with the Fears alone--hello brand new Lonely avatar status--unless he found a way to end himself too. That’s the short version. Very neat.
Which makes me doubt it. So we turn to:
2) Jonathan “Too Inhuman to Stay Dead” Sims bounced back again. This isn’t just wishful thinking talking. Not counting his survival post-Unknowing, he was still the most powerful thing on two legs due to the Eye and the Change ritual. Martin being able to kill him made nightmare logic sense--but in the presence of the Fears, sans Terminus, death remains a temporary state.
Jonah absolutely fucked off to the Corpse Roots in those final moments, may he rest in piss.
But Jon? Jon who was willing to sacrifice everything of himself since day one and was long past fear of dying? Jon who is the Eye’s Chosen Pupil? Jon who I’m sure in my bitterest heart of hearts is still far too ripe for torment for the Web to just let go, free from its strings at last?
I think this ‘death’ was as permanent for him as hitting the off switch on a tape recorder.
Which is all a long way of saying I think Jon is still alive with the Fears in their new playground, along with Martin. I honestly believe that. I believe this without any of the bells and whistles of wishful thinking. Because I frankly can’t tell--or don’t want to tell--if survival was a good or bad thing. Just that it’s very likely.
Thank you for the nightmare, Jonny Sims. It was horrible. I loathed it. I feared it.
I cannot wait to listen again.
Supplemental:
For what it’s worth, Jon did confirm one important thing for us post-Pupil. The Web is making assumptions. Theorizing about what waits for it on the other side of Hill Top Road. It is likely we and all our interdimensional neighbors are there, true. But I do like to think that the fact of its obliviousness to what’s actually waiting there means it will meet something unexpected.
To borrow one of the Web’s favorite words, perhaps it is another smorgasbord of waiting victims, free for the taking.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps the Fears are not alone.
Perhaps, even if we do not get to hear it, there is some catharsis waiting on the other end of the chasm. A frightful realization made too late that perhaps the Fears were only ever a big fish in its own small pond.
And now that the Web has swam the Fears out into the open ocean with no way back, perhaps now is when they realize they were never the apex predators they thought they were. Only a schoolyard bully faced with the sudden presence of a threat, or threats, infinitely greater than themselves.
Perhaps they have finally knocked on the wrong door. And what lurks on the other side has happily, hungrily welcomed them in.
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Payback - Gojo Satoru
Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist
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Author’s Note: Just some funny Gojo content. If you want, I might try myself on a second part with some smut, but I never did that before, so I kinda left it open this time around. Hope you’ll enjoy it and thanks for reading!
Gojo all but ran in your direction when he heard your ear-piercing scream echoing off your apartment walls. His half eaten mochi now somewhere forgotten on the floor.
Bracing himself to be met with a gruesome scene, he yanked the bathroom door open, half anticipating to see your mingled body on the floor.
The water was still running in the shower, steam filling the confined space, mirrors fogged.
“Y/N, what the hell! Are you oka-“ He pushed the shower curtain to the side, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. How likely was it that a curse sneaked its way into your apartment, ambushing you when you were vulnerable? Or did it just materialize? Did someone curse you? What would he do if something happened to you?
As soon as the shower curtain was out of the way though, he wasn’t really sure what he was looking at. You cowered in the far corner of the shower, the water not even touching your naked body as you shivered from the cold. Water droplets running down your skin and hair, eyes blown wide in horror as shallow breaths left your mouth that was still hanging open in a silent scream. “What the hell happened?!”
“Get it out of here!” A shaky hand pointed at something on the other side of the shower, right beneath the shower head. It was so tiny, he could hardly make it out at first. “Don’t just stand there and stare! Do something! Get it out!” You whined, lip quivering. When the spider moved again, another scream, this time quieter, escaped your mouth. “Satoru!”
“Oh my God! Are you serious?” Gojo wasn’t sure if he should laugh at the look on your face or be pissed at you for making such a big deal out of something so minor! For Christ’s sake! He thought you were dying in here! He thought he had to avenge your death and battle a heinous curse in the comfort of his own home! But that wasn’t even the worst part! He dropped his mochi for this! And not just any kind! The one with the whipped cream! This was a crime worthy of punishment. “You fight against curses every day, but you’re scared of this?” He shook his head in disappointment. “It’s just a daddy long legs.” Gojo rolled his eyes at your antics.
You squinted your eyes at him. “I’m not afraid of you, Satoru! I’m scared of that monster!” You pointed at the spider again.
Gojo blinked a few times, taken aback by your teasing comment. “If you’re still able to make jokes, then it can’t be that serious.” He was about to turn around in the hopes of salvaging some of his mochi, when you whined again.
“Okay, I’m sorry! Please, just take it out!”
He groaned. “Fine!” Gojo swooped up the tiny creature and placed it in the palm of his hands. For a brief moment he was inclined to dangle it in front of your face, but he thought better of it. Against all rationality, you were obviously scared of it. He just had to get back at you in another way.
When Gojo finally left the bathroom, you were able to breathe again. Sure, it was a silly fear, but phobias could hardly be called rational. If anyone were to rob you, all they’d have to do was whip out a spider in front of your face and you’d give them everything you owned and your first born if you had to. But you couldn’t explain why you were so scared of them.
You began massaging your shampoo into your hair, savoring the smell of peonies that enveloped your senses, allowing it to calm your nerves… when suddenly the sound of a flushing toilet echoed off the walls. Before you could react and move out of the way, the water stream turned ice cold, making you yelp and bolt to the other side of the shower again, coughing up your shampoo that somehow found its way into your mouth. “Satoru!!!” You yelled. “You little shit, I swear-”
“You swear what?”
Gojo cockily peered around the curtain, an amused look on his face. That bastard!
“Is that payback for the daddy long legs comment?” You couldn’t help the smile that spread out on your face as Gojo’s amused expression turned into a slight frown. “And here I thought you liked it when I call you daddy.” You batted your eyes innocently, looking up at him through your lashes.
Gojo groaned. At first you weren’t entirely sure if it was because he was annoyed or if it was something else. Briefly he disappeared out of your line of vision and you thought he left the bathroom. You turned around again, letting the water rinse the shampoo out of your hair when suddenly the curtain was yanked back again and you found yourself pinned between two large hands, looking up at Gojo who was devouring you with his eyes.
“You know, I dropped my mochi because of this.” He leaned down, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. Goosebumps spread all over your body. “Guess you’ll have to make up for that now.”
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Prompt: Jamie is the one who finds Dani locked in the closet. Dani is still having a panic attack and Jamie helps her.
Time slips away when you're out of your head, Dani has found. It moves so much faster--so much slower--so much less correctly with blood pumping at a dizzying rate. With black spots marring her vision. With her breath caught, tangled in a fisherman's net of sharp inhale, hold, hold, bare exhale, she can't think. There are tears dewed on her eyelashes, and fingers folded into shaking fists, and she is little more than the repetition of her own weight meeting the door--again--again--again--
It's open, she realizes, and wonders how long it has been open. Not long, certainly. Not with how forcefully she's been hurling herself against unyielding lumber. Certainly, she would have--
Well. Tumbled out as she is now, a horrible muddling of limbs and purple sweater and mascara scraped down her cheeks. The breath she has been clawing for still won't quite come, not even with the door hanging open and the soft light of Flora's bedroom pouring inside.
Not even with strong hands catching her by the shoulders, a voice speaking low and smooth into the silence left in the wake of her screams.
"Hey. Hey, now. Hey, you're out, you're all good."
She blinks once. Twice. The world as painted by hysteria is neatly bisected, right down the middle. On one side: the mirror, his solemn face, the horror of being locked in with him. On the other: butterflies on the walls, a dollhouse in the corner, cool air rushing against her flushed skin.
Dark curls. Bright eyes. The gardener from lunch, the one with whom Dani still hasn't held a real conversation.
Jamie.
"What," she tries to say--what are you doing here, you left hours ago, you shouldn't be here--and can't get any further. What, echoing between them, strangled on the end of a sharp inhalation that refuses to fill her up. Her throat is closing. There is a boulder lodged against her windpipe, another sinking down against her chest. She is, she realizes, folding her hands together so hard, her knuckles stand stark against the front of Jamie's overalls.
"Kids," Jamie says--a one-word question. The panic swells higher as Dani realizes she does not know. They were there, turning the key. They were shouting through the door. And then...then...
"Don't know," she wheezes. "Don't know--I--"
Jamie grits her teeth. Her eyes dart back toward the door, her body still tilted entirely toward Dani. "You all right if I...?"
Dani nods, a rapid bird-flutter of a gesture that sends her sour stomach heaving. She gropes backward for Flora's bed, sinking onto the edge of the mattress. Jamie watches her with an expression she can't quite read, her jaw lifted, her shoulders set.
"Back in a sec. Promise."
Dani shuts her eyes, scrounging for breath, listening to the steady thud of boots striding out of the room. Her fingers sink into Flora’s bedspread, her elbows pressed to her knees as she struggles to keep from folding completely in half. Who will that help? She's out. She’s out, and there’s plenty of air out here, and she’s--
Hands, gently brushing her arms. She peels her eyes open, hating how swollen they already feel, hating that faint whistle at the back of her throat that says her lungs still aren’t quite doing their job. Jamie is kneeling on the floor, looking at her with absolutely none of the tight unease from lunch. Her expression is surprisingly warm, though creased with concern, and her hands do not fall away from Dani’s arms.
“Found ‘em,” she says. “They’re fine. What happened?”
Dani draws as deep a breath as she can manage, unseeing eyes rooted to the front of Jamie’s shirt beneath her scuffed overalls. The neat rectangle of navy cotton swells out--in--out with Jamie’s entirely-stable breaths. She finds herself blankly trying to mimic the beats, relieved and embarrassed in equal measure when Jamie seems to realize what’s happening and begins breathing with intent. In. Hold. Out. Hold. Again, again, until Dani’s heart finally catches up with her brain.
“Better?” Jamie asks. Dani, uncertain how much time has slipped away with this woman holding her by the elbows, setting a pace for slow, even breaths, nods. “Right. Good. Now: what happened?”
A flash of movement tugs at her attention, pulling her eyes to a point over Jamie’s shoulder. Miles and Flora, leaning against the doorframe, their faces ashen. She swallows hard.
“We’re sorry,” Flora says quickly.
“It got stuck,” Miles adds. There is a furtive look to his eyes that says even he does not expect her to believe this. Dani swallows again.
“Bed.”
There are more words in her--big, angry, panic-throttled words--but she wouldn’t let them fly even if Jamie weren’t here. That isn’t how you deal with kids. That isn't how you deal with traumatized orphans.
Not even when they pull stunts like this.
“Honest,” Miles starts to say. She closes her eyes, scrubs her hands over her face. Her palms are hot, her newly-caught breath stuffy. She wants to stay in the cupped enclosure of her own hands forever.
Flora makes a tiny hiccuping noise, the precursor to tears. Jamie’s hand flexes around her arm. Dani bites her tongue until the throb of pain cuts through the memory of his glasses, his glasses in the mirror, I was in there with him alone.
“We,” she says in as level a voice she can muster, “will talk about this in the morning.”
Jamie is looking at her, she realizes. Jamie, leaning back into a crouch, is watching her with the wary concern of one waiting to see if a rabbit will escape a snare unscathed. Dani gives her a very small nod--I’m okay--and she pushes to her feet, claps her hands, turns on her heel.
“Right. You heard her. Bed.”
Dani removes herself from Flora’s bed, still shaking even as she tucks the tiny girl under the covers. Jamie stands back, almost to the door, watching the proceedings as if half-believing she’ll have to take over at some point.
No, thinks Dani with hot embarrassment. This is her job, not Jamie’s. Jamie even being here is more than her job description. Even still floundering at the end of a panic attack, Dani can do this much.
“I really am sorry,” Miles mumbles, blankets pulled up to his chin. Dani searches his face. Not a single beat of a lie there now; he looks perfectly miserable, his cheeks bright with shame. She exhales, hoping her voice will hold.
It does. Barely. “Get some sleep. We’ll discuss it tomorrow.”
He rolls over, face mashed against the pillow. Dani drags in an unsteady breath, holds it as she closes in on the door, the light switch, the hallway.
“All right?” Jamie asks again when the doors have been closed and the children tucked away. Dani presses her face to her hands, groaning.
“Yeah. Yes. I’m sorry, that was--”
“Sorry?” Jamie repeats blankly. “What’ve you got to be sorry about? Didn’t lock yourself in there, I’d wager.”
No. No, she hadn’t. And tomorrow, she’ll have to pull herself together better than this--locate the mask of the Polished Au Pair, who is good with even the most difficult of children, who doesn’t scream herself hoarse and bruise up her shoulder trying to get away from memories held behind glass--
“What are you doing here, anyway?” Her voice is brittle, the words edged. Jamie only looks at her steadily, hands in her pockets, not taking so much as a step back.
“Left my flat key. Ring broke this afternoon--must’ve skidded under something out in the greenhouse. I was going to check when I heard the, ah. The...” She trails off, looking almost embarrassed for the first time--embarrassed not for herself, but for Dani, who had indeed been scraping her throat raw with shrieks. Dani grits her teeth.
“I have a--”
She’s not sure what she’s going to say next; a condition? A phobia? The absolutely horrific poor fortune to be haunted by her ex-fiance in every reflective surface? Jamie holds up a hand.
“Doesn’t matter,” she says. “Not unless you want to talk it over. Do you?”
Dani shakes her head. Truth be told, she’s wrung out--her head is pounding, her hands numb from being squeezed into such uncompromising fists. Jamie looks unsurprised.
“Then it’s your own,” she says easily. “You share it on your time. Christ, Poppins, think it’s the first time kids have reduced a grown woman to tears?”
There’s plenty to unpack here--Jamie’s kindness, in letting it slide; Jamie’s careless phrasing, as though she expects minor doses of aggression from perfectly well-mannered children every day; Jamie’s expression, even, holding firm on Dani as though she’s the only real thing in this house. Dani finds herself landing on something else entirely.
“Is that...mud?”
There are, she sees now, footprints. Wrapping down the hall, leading down the staircase, all the way to the front door. She frowns, following them at a slow clip, her legs still trembling. Jamie follows.
“Wasn’t me,” she says, as if Dani holds accusations on her tongue. “Hannah says this happens sometimes. Maybe one of the beasts taking the piss?”
“Maybe.” The prints are larger than either child could make on their own, Dani thinks with a plummeting sense of alarm. Large, and staggered, and odd. Still. Kids. Jamie’s probably right--it’s likely just a prank. A silly trick to test the new au pair’s mettle.
She turns her head, surprised to find Jamie still looking at her. “I’m sorry. Did you need help finding your key?”
Jamie shrugs. “Nah. I know the way. And if it’s not where I figure, I’ll just post up on the couch for the night. Hannah won’t mind.”
Dani smiles faintly. “There are so many bedrooms, I’m sure you could--”
Jamie flaps a hand. “Don’t like sleeping in beds that don’t belong to me. Couch’ll suit me fine. Anyway, maybe I won’t need it. Night might have a little good luck left in it yet.”
“You’re sure you don’t want to...” God, she’s so tired. What is this impulse to play hostess, even with her bones twisted to exhaustion and a thunderstorm ringing in her head? “I mean, you could...stay. I could get you a drink?”
Jamie smiles. It’s the first true smile Dani’s seen on her lips since flicking water on the kids at lunch, and it doesn’t just light up her face--it revolutionizes her entire body. All at once, Dani remembers how she’d felt watching this woman stroll into the kitchen this afternoon: like a song she’s been humming under her breath for a lifetime.
Heat twists up her neck. She clears her throat.
“I think,” Jamie says gently, “I should let you get to bed. Tomorrow, maybe. If you’re up to it.”
She leaves the rest of the offer unspoken--tomorrow, maybe you can tell me what really happened--and Dani understands, somehow, that if it never comes up again, Jamie won’t mind. Jamie doesn’t seem the sort of woman who is rocked by much.
“Thank you,” she says, walking to the front door, leaning awkwardly against the enormous slab of wood as Jamie steps outside. “For--anyway. Thank you.”
“Anytime,” Jamie says, and though this woman had frowned at her this afternoon, wariness cutting grooves through her dirt-smudged face, she is nothing but warm now. Warm and more than a little bit beautiful, with moonlight scudding off her hair.
It’s been too long a night for that, Dani warns herself. Too long a life for that, probably. Certainly nothing she’s prepared to deal with right now.
“One more thing,” she adds, unable to help herself, even as Jamie crunches over gravel with hands swinging loosely at her sides. Jamie doesn’t quite stop, only turns at the waist with an inquisitive eyebrow raised. Dani smiles weakly.
“Poppins?”
“Yeah,” Jamie says, and Dani is so tired. So tired, she must be imagining the light tinge of pink around the woman’s cheeks. “You know. Julie Andrews.”
“Sure,” says Dani, who can’t think of a single actress she less embodies in this moment. “Right. Of course.”
She can’t help grinning a little, falling into bed a few minutes later--still in sweat-damp clothes, her boots barely kicked to the floor--with the scorching awareness that the surly gardener has just given her a nickname. Possibly because she doesn’t actually know Dani’s real name, sure--but a nickname, all the same. A nickname, and a warm smile, and the impression of long fingers wrapped gently around her arm.
Tomorrow, she’ll handle the kids. Put her foot down. They need to know, right off the bat, that she won’t stand for this sort of thing. She needs to know it, to prove to herself she can still do this, just as she’d insisted to Henry Wingrave. Tomorrow, she’ll talk to them the right way--steady, calm, no accusation in her tone--and give them a suitable punishment.
Tomorrow.
Tonight, Jamie’s shining eyes, slouched shoulders, accent curled around Poppins almost let her forget the horror of being locked in with a ghost.
#fanfiction#ficlet#the haunting of bly manor#dani x jamie#damie#little ones. little ones I can do#glad this one saved when my laptop flipped out in the middle and shut down#also hope my laptop isn't dead that would be terribly inconvenient
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Sept 16 ‘21 ~Sarah Wilson~ @samwilsonfest
“Did you always like birds?”
“Nah. Hated ‘em when I was a kid. Sarah was actually the one who always loved birds.”
“Really?”
Sam hums and nods. “Oh yeah. Obsessed.”
Bucky raises an eyebrow. “Are you telling me there’s a person on this earth who knows more bird facts than you?” Sam laughs, his eyes sparkling.
“It’s tough to say for sure but I think I got her beat.”
“There’s a story there.”
“Absolutely. A saga of sibling rivalry.”
“Tell me!”
Sam stretches out, props his feet on the dash, and chews his lip. Warm orange light from the setting sun makes Sam look like he’s glowing even more than usual. “Alright, so when I say I hated birds as a kid, I mean it was a whole thing. It was like my pass-time. Can’t even remember why, like there was no traumatic seagull-stealing-my-corndog experience.”
Bucky snorts. “That happened to Steve every time we went to Coney Island, I swear. ‘M shocked he never developed some kind of seagull-phobia.”
“Ornithophobia.” Bucky looks skeptical but Sam waves him off. “It’s real. Wasn’t scared of birds though, I mighta just hated ‘em cause Sara loved ‘em so much. We did not get along at all. Being mean older brother was my sole purpose back then. Anything Sarah liked, I automatically didn’t, and she loved birds. She drew them all the time, with crayons on our walls even. You’d think my parents would be mad about, right? Except they thought it was adorable and that just pissed me off more. She had a hundred bird stuffies, which I thought was dumb ‘cause stuffies should be furry animals, right? Like where are the feathers? Thank god Sarah was too small to remember how much of a little shit I was.
So, anyway, our parents drove us across state to go this fair. It was a huge event, they had everything, and I was super excited about it. ‘Course I was equally thrilled to be stuck with my baby sister while my parents went to some adult-only whatever. I had to literally drag her off of the merry-go-round cause I was ready to throw up if I heard that happy tune it plays one more time. We got in line for one of those rides that’s basically a swing but they raise you in the air and spin you around in circles. Sarah chickened out at the last second and started screaming about how I promised her cotton candy. Well, we had just waited forever for this ride, right? So I got on and let her storm off. Terrible idea. She was right, it was fucking terrifying and I almost shit myself.”
“Damn, Wilson. You weren’t always a thrill-seeker?”
“Man, I was like ten years old. So when they finally put the swings on the ground again I was dizzy as hell, and pretty sure they let me off at a different place than I got on. I didn’t see Sarah but the cotton candy stall was right there so I bought her some. Hoping, ya know, she wouldn’t tell our parents if I bribed her. But then I couldn’t find her anywhere. And my nerve was like fully gone after that shit-show of a ride. So I start to panic. I run around, I must have covered at least half the fairgrounds, and still no sign of her. So I collapse, in the dirt, and just lose it. Full on ugly crying into the cotton candy with snot running down my face. I thought I’d lost my baby sister!
Then this crow comes out of fucking nowhere and takes a huge bite of my candy! And I was like ‘oh, hell no’ cause I wasn’t taking shit from a bird right now. I chased it back to that ride, and there was my little sister, sitting on a bench, feeding cotton candy to the crows at her feet. The one I’d been chasing hopped over to her and she fed that one too, all smiling ’n shit like she was the happiest kid in the world.” Sam smiles fondly at the memory. “Crows are pretty smart. And even though I knew it was probably just after my candy, I decided maybe that one led me to Sarah.”
“Then what happened?”
“Then, I got us both more candy cause mine was soggy and her’s was pity candy from a stranger.” They both laugh.
“So what, you decided to love birds after that?”
“I decided to love my baby sister after that. I let her teach me all about birds. At some point, I realized they were actually pretty cool. It became something we bonded over. I took her to the zoo to see all the parrots and king vultures. She liked those, ya know? The big scary ones that are all hunched over like they’re plotting your murder. I liked the owls best. Kinda freaked me out how they could turn their heads around but it was cool too.
During long car rides, Sarah and I would go back and forth to see who knew the wildest bird facts. I think our parents preferred it when we were arguing cause then they had an excuse to shut us up. We drove them a little nuts. Everything in the house was bird-themed for awhile. They probably thought we’d sprout wings from sheer will-power.”
“You kinda did.”
Sam smiles, a soft expression of wonder on his face. “Yeah. I guess I did.”
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Would Nicholas ever do that? Like put a spider on Puppy Cain. As punishment or just for the fun of it.
I know you said once that Zander got rid of the spiders once Charles died for Cain, but like. Did he let Zander go give them to a shop... did he kill them?
Did Zander ever experience Charles making fun/forcing Cain to face his fear? How did he feel about it?
I'm pretty sure you named Cain after a character, but is there a reason that Charles would choose that name? Or did his mum choose it?
What age was Cain when he found out his mum was dead? How did he find out?
Would Wren ever exploit Cains phobia? Cause I know Zander wouldn't.
What's Charles afraid of?
I'm sorry, but last question.
Can I punch Charles Wittaker?
(I know this is long no pressure in answering, or if you prefer separate asks I can do that)
Oooo okie let’s see here
Nicholas absolutely would do something like this to him.
I don’t know if I specified Zander getting rid of them but, despite his disdain for the creatures, Cain wouldn’t have wanted to outright kill them, he would’ve called somebody who actually handles those things as pets to take care of them and get them the hell out of his house while he hid safely in another room. He probably did consider just telling Zander to take them all outside or some shit but the idea of one finding it’s way back into the house was too much for him.
He might not have seen any spider to Cain contact but he would’ve heard his father mocking and berating him for it. It pissed him the hell off but he’d already learned his lesson about defending Cain at that point.
In a way, Cain was named after the biblical Cain, because I took the name from a line in a song mentioning “the mark of Cain”. It was supposed to be Zander’s name, but the full line is “Carved In My Arm, The Mark Of Cain” so I made it Cain’s name, as a funny little haha because Zander’s brand was originally gonna be a scar, carved in his arm. As for his parents’ reason for choosing the name, they wanted to give him a name beginning with the letter C to match theirs (Charles & Caroline Whitaker), so they went off a list of those names. His father wanted to name his son after himself. His mother adamantly refused. His father liked the sound of the name Cain, his mother thought it was a terrible name for her child. A long argument finally came to the agreement that his father could choose the first name, as long as it wasn’t his own, and his mother could choose his middle name with no input from his father. So, Cain Augustine Whitaker.
Cain was around 7 or 8 when his mother “disappeared”, but he didn’t find out she was dead until he was 17, he overheard his father talking about it to someone else when he wasn’t supposed to be home. He did not take it well. He knows she was laid to rest somewhere but he still doesn’t know where.
Wren would but he wouldn’t have realized it was a full phobia. If he thought Cain was just a lil scared of bugs he would’ve done smth like held a spider up to him but once he realized by his reaction it was a full blown phobia even he would’ve felt kinda bad.
Neither god nor death that’s for sure. I don’t think he was scared of much of anything.
Please do. He deserves it.
#death mention#death tw#spiders tw#hehehe I had fun with these#oc stuff#wren#cain#zander#Charles Whitaker#as you can imagine from her dealing with that man#Caroline Whitaker could be a very stubborn woman#I love that whenever Cain’s dad gets brought up everybody wants to beat the shit out of him#which is the right course of action#fuck Charles Whitaker#unicornscotty
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Paranoid - JJ Maybank
Request: hey I was wondering if I could have an insert where they don't know jj and the reader and dating until they catch them? sry ik it's cheesy haha
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“I told John B I was staying at yours, he won’t think anything of it.” JJ insisted when you voiced your concern for him being at your house since the rest of the pogues were on their way to yours.
“Why would you tell him that?” You asked, stopping midway through pulling on your shirt.
“He knew about the fight with my dad and wanted to know why I wasn’t staying at his…what was I supposed to say? I was coming here so I said I was coming here.” JJ shrugged.
“Yeah but now he knows you stayed here. In my house.”
“We’ve all stayed at your house before…you’re acting paranoid.”
“I’m not acting paranoid JJ!” You snapped. You and JJ had been dating for a few months now and both of you had agreed not to tell the rest of your friends about it. And maybe he was right, the sneaking around did make you feel paranoid, but you didn’t want him saying it. “Everyone has stayed at my house before together! Or it’s been like me, Kiara, and Sarah…not just me and you.”
“I doubt John B is gonna figure out that we’re macking on each other just cause I spent the night at your house.” He replied, pulling on his boots and lacing them. He’d spent the night on the couch but the moment your dad had left for work that morning he was in your room.
“Yeah but Kiara might suspect something and then she’ll tell Pope and John B and he’ll tell Sarah and then everyone will know that we broke the no pogue on pogue macking rule! Then what?” You pointed out. Not everyone was as clueless as John B.
“Then we can make out wherever we want.” He shrugged. “Whenever we want.”
“JJ, this is serious!”
“I’m being serious! If you don’t want anyone to know we’re dating than we shouldn’t date.” He said, standing up and heading for the front door. He couldn’t help feeling pissed that you cared more about people not finding out than you did about just having a relationship. You were always worried that someone would figure out the two of you were dating and half the time he felt like it took away from actually dating at all. And he was sick of sneaking around.
“That is not what I said! Don’t twist my words!”
“I’m not! You’re standing here all morning freaking out that someone might find out we’re dating...well if you’re so bothered by the idea then we shouldn’t date.”
You followed JJ outside, practically running down the stairs after him. “I’m not bothered by the idea! We both agreed-“
“Because you insisted! I never would’ve agreed.” He admitted.
“What’re you doing?”
“Leaving.” He replied, turning to look back at you as he headed down the driveway toward the road.
“Everyone’s coming over!”
“Well I don’t really feel like hanging out with everyone!”
“JJ please,” you followed after him down the long driveway, “I didn’t mean it that way.”
“There aren’t too many other ways to take it.” He pointed out. He stopped at the mailbox at the end of the driveway to readjust his cap.
“Just wait-“
“No.”
“Where are you going?” You asked, worried that he would go back home to his dad.
“What’d you care?”
“That’s not fair! You know I didn’t mean it like that!”
“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly how you meant it!” He snapped.
“JJ!”
He shook his head, turning and walking down the road. You didn’t know what to do, standing there and watching him walk away. You hated that the two of you had to sneak around too but you didn’t know what else to do. All of your friends were pretty insistent on their made up ‘no pogue on pogue’ macking rule. They’d harp on you for breaking it, with JJ of all people. Kiara constantly remarked on JJ’s supposed commitment phobia and claimed that was why she never hooked up with him when he had a pass at her a few years back.
It was that alone that had you freaked out. What if he backed out and your friends had to choose? They’d choose him in a heartbeat.
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“I can’t believe he’s ghosting…that’s not like him at all.” John B mentioned, checking his phone for the fifth time in so many minutes, waiting for a text back from JJ to tell him where he was.
“Are things rough at home?” Kiara asked, looking over at you.
You were sitting on your deck with them, feet hanging over the edge where the railing had broken off and left a gaping hole. “How would I know?”
“He wouldn’t act like this though.” John B reasoned, looking between both of you. Even when things were rough at home JJ was always dependable.
“Just asking, you guys were the closest out of the group.” Kiara said, ignoring John B’s comment.
“I haven’t talked to him.”
“No one has.” Pope finally cut in. “Maybe he’ll be there tomorrow? I mean the boneyard is pretty big…he doesn’t have to see us, if that’s the problem.”
“Why would that be the problem?” Kiara asked, confused.
“I’m just saying.” He shrugged. Pope knew about you and JJ. His best friend had told him, in an excited series of texts, that you and he were dating but that you’d agreed not to tell anyone. Judging by your demeanor now and the lack of JJ, Pope could only assume something happened. “You’re pretty quiet.” He mentioned, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“What? Sorry.”
“Did he say anything to you last time you saw him?” John B asked, clicking his phone off again. Still no JJ.
“No.”
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When two more days without him passed you decided that the only course of action was to be drastic. He wasn’t at John B’s, The Wreck, the HMS Pogue, Pope’s boat, or anywhere else you usually looked on the island. He wasn’t answering texts or phone calls. So you summoned what courage you had and you made your way to the Maybank residence. Luke was on the screened porch when you pulled up, walking up the few rickety stairs to the door and knocking even though you were sure he had to know you were there.
“Hi, uh, is JJ home?” You called, the screen separating the two of you offering a false sense of security.
“Who’s asking?” He called back, not looking at you.
“Just a friend.” You replied, not wanting to give Luke any information about yourself, “I was wondering if he was around, I haven’t seen him lately.”
“The hell should I know! I can’t keep that kid straight.”
“Right, well sorry to bother you.”
“Hey,” He stood up and came over to the door, leaning close to the screen. “You see him, tell him to get his fucking ass home, kid thinks he can just run all over the fucking place and never come home. Owes me rent; the shithead is behind a month.”
“Maybe if you weren’t such a shitty person he’d come home.” You muttered under your breath as you took a step back.
“What’d you say?”
“Nothing. No, sorry, I didn’t say anything.”
“Ya said something.” His hand gripped the doorknob and you shook your head furiously.
“No.”
“I heard something.”
“No.”
“Must’ve been my imagination then? Right?” He mocked, fully out of the door now.
“I dunno.” You were halfway to your car, too afraid to turn and run. You’d seen JJ’s bruises; you knew what happened in his house.
“Cause it sounded like you said it was my fault that son of a bitch isn’t here.”
“I didn’t say anything.” Your back hit your car door and you practically pried it open, climbing in and starting the engine. It turned over once before it kicked in and you jumped when Luke’s fist pounded against the glass of the window.
“Tell my son that next time he decides to send one of his little friends around I’ll fucking shoot them the minute they set foot on my property.” He shouted through the glass. “You fucking kids think you can do whatever you want-”
You hit the gas and tore off before you could hear the end of his sentence. You had run out of places to look for JJ and scared yourself shitless in the process. Your hands were shaking as you drove back to your house, hoping that wherever JJ was he absolutely did not go back home.
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Luke Maybank spooking you didn’t deter you trying to get in contact with JJ. You kept texting and calling but he didn’t answer you. He sent a text to Pope, telling him he was fine and just clearing his head which you could only imagine meant he was somewhere, high as a kite. You didn’t expect to see him the day after that text to Pope came through so when he came walking up the gravel driveway to your house you practically ran down the stairs from the porch.
“JJ!” You didn’t care that he was pissed at you or that you and he had basically broken up last time you spoke, you threw your arms around him the moment you saw him.
“I’m just here to get my-“ he had started to say when you hugged him, arms around his shoulders. He stumbled a little, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold himself up, “whoa, hey to you too.”
You pulled away, taking a step back from him and wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. “Sorry I, sorry. I was so worried. Where were you?”
“Stayed at Miss Lana’s for a couple days.” He shrugged, “it’s no big deal!”
“It is! I was freaking out. I couldn’t find you anywhere I was afraid something happened with your dad. When I went to see him I half expected to find him hiding a body!”
“Whoa, hey, slow down. You went to my house?” JJ asked, eyes widening in surprise at your confession.
“Yeah.”
“How many times have I told you never to go to my house without me? And on top of that, never talk to my dad! Ever!” He stressed, freaked that you had gone to his house. He figured that staying away for a little while to clear his head would be a good thing. He couldn’t imagine it turning into anything negative but you had gone to his house to look for him and that terrified him.
“I was worried about you!”
“I don’t care! What if something happened to you? Oh god, are you okay? Did anything happen to you?”
“No! No I’m fine. JJ! I’m fine!” You pushed at his hands when he reached out to check that you were unscathed. “I’m okay!”
“You shouldn’t have gone there.”
“I was worried about you. You weren’t answering your phone and no one had seen you.” You replied, trying to make him understand how worried you were when he disconnected.
“Look, I’m sorry okay. I was pissed cause we got in a fight. I know I said I didn’t want anyone to know either but I…I kinda do. I wanna tell people we’re dating. I hate pretending we’re just friends.” JJ confessed, letting out a heavy sigh. “But you shouldn’t have gone to my house!”
“Well then you shouldn’t have left mine without talking to me.” You stressed.
“Don’t try to turn this around on me.”
“I wasn’t worried about anyone else!”
“I don’t want you getting hurt.” He replied. He didn’t care if you told him you only wanted to be friends or if you did still have feelings for him. All he cared about was the fact that you were okay and that you hadn’t been hurt when you went to his dad’s house.
“Well, I don’t want to keep fighting about this with you. I’m sorry I seemed like I didn’t want anyone to know we were dating. I just…liked having something that was ours. Once everyone knows then it’ll constantly be them trying to make us feel guilty for going off together.”
“Screw that, who cares. If I want to ditch everyone else to spend time with you than I will. It’s not like we don’t spend every waking moment with everyone.” He insisted.
“So you’re not breaking up with me?” You asked, “just to be clear?”
“No. Yes. Whatever...we’re not breaking up. But no going to my house.”
“I guess we should tell everyone?”
“Hate to break it to you but…we kind of already know.” Kiara’s voice came from behind you and you both looked over to see Kiara, Pope, and John B standing in your driveway. “You guys are shit at pretending.” She admitted.
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Not A Whiskey Drinker Pt. 5
Author’s Note: Okay I’m having so much fun writing this and I think this is my favorite chapter so far. I’m still looking for a beta reader/someone to bounce ideas off of btw!
Warnings: some sexual tension, anxiety, more suggestive comments from Whiskey
Word Count: 2,836 (these chapters just keep getting longer oops)
Not A Whiskey Drinker Masterlist
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As you stood in front of your closet you contemplated what to pack. The two of you were going to be away for a week but Whiskey never bothered to tell you what to bring or what the two of you would be doing. You assumed it would be some sort of training but everything you knew about secret agent training was from Bond movies. You decided on some workout clothes, a pair of jeans that were comfortable but you could still move in, random shirt, sports bra, and a thick jacket. Last minute you added a standard work outfit and a cute dress just in case. Your packing was interrupted by your phone ringing.
“Hey Parker.” you said, answering the call and pressing the speaker button so you could continue with your packing.
“What’re you doing this coming Friday? My parents are coming to visit and they miss you!”
“Oh I have to go on a work trip with Whiskey.”
“So you guys have nicknames for each other now huh?”
“It seems to be a rite of passage to have an alcohol related nickname at this company.”
“Is it also a rite of passage to go on a work trip with you boss?”
“Parker it’s not like that. He just needs me to trail him during some normal meetings. It’s the same thing as here but just at the Kentucky branch.” you recited the coverup that Whiskey had told you.
“Ugh I swear to god if you don’t make a move on this man I will.”
“I don’t know how your boyfriend would feel about that.”
“You know I’m joking. Just stay safe hm?” Parker said, without realizing how accurate her words were. You definitely took into account the possibility of coming back to the city with a couple new bruises.
“I will. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
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Your anxiety for the rest of the weekend was higher than you wanted considering you had no idea what to expect to happen on the trip. It didn’t help that you hated flying. Hopefully you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in public. But considering it was Monday morning at 5:30 and you were making your way to Whiskey’s apartment you really didn’t have time to focus on your phobia.
You knew that Whiskey would have to live in a fancy building considering the part of the city he lived in, but stopping in front of one of the nicest brownstones you had ever seen was still a shock. Putting your bag down you pressed the doorbell and waited. Swinging open the door there stood Whiskey.
“Ready darlin’?”
“As ready as I can be I suppose.”
After hailing a cab and starting the drive to the airport the two of you sat in silence. Surprisingly, it didn’t feel awkward. You welcomed the comfortable quiet considering it was still early. Eventually the cab pulled up to the airport and the two of you made your way through security. It wasn’t until you were sitting at your gate that your anxiety started to bubble up again, your leg bouncing. Suddenly a warm hand was place on top of your thigh, stopping your anxious tic.
“Nervous?”
“I have a fear of flying.” you said quietly, not looking at Whiskey.
“Don’t worry darlin’ I’ll be here the whole time. You can hold my hand if you need.” said Whiskey in a calming voice. You were surprised he wasn’t being flirty about it. Hearing this comforted you. Whiskey didn’t remove his hand from your thigh til you had to board the plane.
You sat down in your seat and took a deep breath as the flight attendant starting going through the safety procedures, the plane rumbling as it made its way down the tarmac. Closing your eyes you braced yourself for takeoff. You were pretty much okay during flights minus takeoff, landing, and turbulence. Whiskey noticed your hand firmly gripping the arm rest and reached over to grab it. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. You welcomed the gesture, knowing he was doing it out of kindness.
“I’m right here darlin’. You can squeeze my hand as tight as you need.”
Overall the flight was pretty smooth, only hitting turbulence once or twice. Even though the flight wasn’t as bad as you were expecting, you never let go of Whiskey’s hand.
“You did it.” said Whiskey, smiling at you once the plane landed.
The old lady who shared the trio of seats with you two leaned over.
“You two make an adorable couple.” she said. “Reminds me of my youth.”
You couldn’t help the blush that crept up your neck. You corrected her, but as Whiskey stood up to grab his bag from the overhead container she leaned in close.
“With the way that man looks at you he sure as hell wants more with you than whatever your current relationship is.”
Grabbing your bags the two of you made your way out the airport. Outside stood a man, also in a cowboy hat, that you recognized from the meeting Whiskey had you sit in on.
“Tequila.” he said, stretching out his hand.
“Y/N. Nice to meet you.” you said, taking his hand and giving it a shake.
“Oh the pleasure is all mine.” as he gave a wink.
Whiskey gave Tequila a firm pat on the back and put your bags into the back of the car and off you were to Statesman Brewery, Kentucky location. You were staring out the window, you had never been to Kentucky before. Sure it didn’t have as much to look at as New York, but you were still interested nonetheless.
“So Y/N,” said Tequila, looking at you through the rearview mirror. “I heard you’re stuck with this old man.”
“Yeah well this old man still has some moves.”
“Is every agent here a caricature of a cowboy?” you said, meeting Tequila’s gaze in the mirror.
“I have a feeling you’ll fit right in.” Tequila flashed you a bright smile.
The rest of the car ride was filled with Tequila and Whiskey chatting and catching up. You occasionally chimed in to make a snarky comment at Whiskey’s expense, Tequila consistently laughing at your remarks.
“I am not an old man Tequila! I still got it.”
“Well how old are you?” you asked.
Whiskey coughed and mumble some number in the late 30s/early 40s.
“And when did you last get it?” said Tequila.
You laughed loudly at Tequila’s joke. He seemed to have the same penchant for taking the piss at Whiskey. Whiskey looked at you through the rearview mirror, your eyes were shut tight, mouth open with the most beautiful laughter coming from it. Sure he’d heard you laugh before, but never this deeply. He’d suffer through thousands of Tequila’s insults just to hear you laugh like that again.
The car stopped and you got out, looking up at the building in front of you.
“A whiskey bottle? Really?”
“Come on, I’ll show you to where you’ll be staying.” said Tequila, motioning for you to follow him. Grabbing your bag you trailed Tequila to a cellar filled with barrels.
“I hope I’m not staying here.” Tequila just smiled and revealed a secret door. Below the cellar was the most high tech space you had ever seen. Everything was white and silver — it looked like a scene out of a sci-fi movie.
“This is where you’re staying.”
Tequila walked down the halls, smirking at the way you ogled at your surroundings. Making a sharp turn the two of you stopped at a door. Opening the door you were greeted by a simple room that had the same color scheme as the rest of the building. It was sleek and modern and felt like the nicest hotel room you had ever stayed in. Placing your bag on the floor you padded over to the bed and experimentally pushed the mattress with your hands. It felt expensive.
“Like the place?” came the drawl that you recognized as Whiskey’s. You had to admit that Tequila’s accent was attractive, but it was nothing compared to Whiskey’s deep baritone.
“Come on it’s time to meet Champ.”
Swallowing you followed Whiskey and Tequila out of the secret doors and into the main building to the top floor. It felt like deja vu. The three of you reached a set of wooden double doors. Inside was a nice boardroom that reminded you of the one in New York, but nicer, if that was even possible. At the head of the table sat an older man in a brown cowboy hat who you could only assume was Champagne.
“So this is the new recruit eh?” said Champagne, standing and striding over to shake your hand.
“Thank you for considering me Mr. Champagne.” you said, grabbing his hand and giving it a firm shake.
“Oh just call me Champ. Come sit, we have some information to discuss. Whiskey, Tequila, if you could give the two of us some privacy.” he said, waving his hand to dismiss the men.
As the doors closed behind Whiskey and Tequila, the younger man spun around.
“She’s somethin’ else Whiskey.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“If you don’t make a move I will.” replied Tequila, leading against the wall with a glint in his eyes, eyebrows raising. Whiskey’s jaw tightened, his hands making tight fists. “Wish I was training her.”
Whiskey rolled his eyes at the remark and waited outside the boardroom for you to finish with Champ. Fifteen minutes later the door opened to reveal Champ, a wide smile on his face.
“Ah, Whiskey you’re still here, perfect. Come on in.”
Whiskey followed him and sat down in the chair across from you. Taking a seat with a grunt Champ turned to Whiskey.
“I have to admit while I was originally… apprehensive about your suggestion to have her as an agent she surprised me.” you smiled at the compliment. “She’s quite the charmer, a spitfire too.”
“Don’t I know it.” muttered Whiskey.
“While I do like you quite a bit,” Champ said, turning to face you. “I’ll still have to see how you are in action. You start training with Whiskey tomorrow. 6am sharp.”
You swallowed. You were not an early riser and the thought of having to do what was most likely going to be the toughest workout of your life at such an early time created a pit in your stomach. It was in this moment that you realized this was real.
“Come on darlin’. I gotta show off a bit before we see what you’re made of tomorrow.”
You and Whiskey left the boardroom, you gave Champ and small wave and he smiled back.
“I like Champ a lot, reminds me of my grandpa.”
“Champs a good guy. Bit stubborn, but you’re no stranger to that concept.”
“Shut up.” you said, giving Whiskey a little shove.
Whiskey and you returned to the secret entrance and walked through the underground offices. You were met with a room the size of a basketball court that had a huge window so you could see inside from the hallway. Walking inside Whiskey positioned you at one end of the room and made his way to the other end.
“Now I want you to stay right here.”
Opening one of the lockers that resided in the sparring room he grabbed his training lasso. Sauntering back to his original spot his hands tingled and he wiggled his fingers. He always got a surge of excitement when the opportunity to use his lasso and whip arose. Slowly he started to spin the rope, a circle forming. The rope circle rose as it spun and in a flash the rope was around your mid section. With a sharp pull you were dragged towards Whiskey, luckily he caught you before you could fall forward, your hands stuck in the rope. Whiskey smirked.
“Deja vu darlin’.” He pulled the rope over you head and you were freed.
“Wow.”
“I’m quite handy with a rope. Now,” he took off his Stetson, placing it on your head. It was a little big on you and you had to tip it back slightly so it didn’t block your vision. “I want you to go back to your spot and don’t move.” Whiskey’s eyes darkened with the serious tone. You swallowed and nodded your head, unsure of what was about to happen.
Once again his hands started to tingle. As much as he enjoyed his lasso, his whip is where his love truly resided. Cracking his neck he grabbed the hand attached to his hip and quickly released the rope that was positioned snug inside the mechanism.
The whip cracked loudly and your eyes widened. Whiskey smirked at your response, the usual reaction to people seeing him use his weapon for the first time. Raising his eyebrows he cracked the whip once again. You felt a whoosh of air next to your face, the crack sounding loud in your ear and suddenly the hat he had placed on your head was laying on the floor next to you. Your jaw dropped. You weren’t going to tell Whiskey, but there was a warmth that spread to your abdomen. He was hot. Whiskey just smiled and walked over to pick up his hat, placing it back on his head.
“Tomorrow, here, 6am just as Champ said.” the sound of Whiskey’s voice broke your trance. “We’ll do some simple sparring and see how you fare.”
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You groaned at the sound of your alarm clock stirring you from your sleep. You dreamt of whips and cowboy and the distinct smell of Whiskey and something you couldn’t quite place. Pushing the button to stop the blaring of your phone you glanced down.
5am.
Sighing you pulled on a pair of leggings, your sports bra, and a tight shirt that wouldn’t get in the way of your movement. Making your way to the small cafeteria that was housed near your room you made yourself some breakfast and of course, a cup of tea. At 5:50 you made your way to the sparring room, mentally prepping yourself for whatever Whiskey had in store.
You were greeted by the backside of Whiskey. You were surprised by his appearance. Instead of jeans or a suit he was wearing some shorts and a tight t shirt, cowboy boots replaced by sneakers and hat nowhere to be seen. Whiskey could feel your eyes searing into the back of his head. Spinning around he greeted you with a smile.
“See something you like?”
“Sorry,” you coughed. “I guess I was just expecting the standard get up from you.”
Whiskey just shrugged and before you knew it you were on your back, the wind knocked out of you.
“Whiskey what the fuck.”
“Gotta be prepared darlin’.”
Taking a deep breath you stood back up and rushed the man. The two of you grappled for a bit. Admittedly, Whiskey wasn’t expecting you to stay upright as long as you had, but once again he gained the upper hand and knocked you down. You came face to face with Whiskey, his weight pushing into you. You narrowed your eyes and quickly flipped Whiskey on his back, straddling him and pinning his arms. His eyes widened, a surge of arousal running through his body.
“Got ya.” you said with a proud smile.
The next few hours were spent with more sparring. Whiskey teaching you proper form, how to sweep your opponent’s legs, and some boxing moves. Of course you took a break for lunch and several pauses for water. Around 4pm you were exhausted, a sheen of sweat covering your body. Without thinking you pulled off your shirt to use it as a towel, exposing your sports bra underneath.
“Didn’t know I was gonna get a show.” said Whiskey. You threw your shirt at his face.
“You’ve seen me in less. Shut up.”
Whiskey chuckled, remembering the sight of you wrapped in a towel and he tossed the shirt back to you.
“Well it seems like we’re done for the day. Same time tomorrow, same thing.”
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The next couple days were spent the same way. You met Whiskey in the sparring room at 6am, grappled for a bit, took a lunch break, did some more practice, and ended around 4. You groaned at the end of today’s practice. Your shoulder feeling sore from a punch Whiskey threw.
“Same thing tomorrow?” you asked, rotating your arm trying to loosen your arm up.
“We’ll meet at 9,” you furrowed your brow, confused by the added three hours. “pm.”
“I’m sorry what?”
“We’re starting a new lesson.”
“At 6pm?” You shook your head. “I don’t follow, why would we spar that late in the day?”
“Not sparring sugar, seduction.” you shivered at the way the word rolled off his tongue.
“What?”
“Fighting isn’t the only way to get information. You’ll meet me at the bar tomorrow and you’ll try to get information out of me using your feminine charm.”
You blinked, shocked by Whiskey’s words.
“See you then. And remember: I’m not Whiskey tomorrow, just another adversary.”
And with that Whiskey left you standing in the middle of the room, mouth wide open.
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