Thank you so much for writing this and I am so, so sorry it took me this long to reblog this (when it comes to logging in on my laptop,my laziness clearly knows no bounds, lol).
I loved this so much! Your version of Jackie is simply brilliant and hilarious and I really hope you can write more of her and Tobias' friendship in the future!
"Settling into a darkened corner of the living room, she cowered under a blanket with a prized bottle in her hand. Sitting here and emptying it over the course of the night sounded like an excellent plan to her."
Again, I just love this woman! lol
"Jackie Varma did not scare easily! She reminded herself of that repeatedly. She was badass! A power outage? A little storm? Sure, that might cripple wusses like, like... Lahela, but her? Pfft. Never her!"
LMFAO! Perhaps you should have written the blackout fic with the roomies after all! (Unless you did and I forgot.. )
"This was supernatural. She was convinced of it, and while there was precious little that would flap the resolute doctor, the supernatural? She wasn’t messing with that."
I can't believe her FIRST thought was that it was a ghost, lol. Apparently alcohol did its part..
"She grabbed the bottle of tequila, then thought better of it. Even if these were her last moments, she was not about to waste this precious elixir, so she grabbed a vase from the table beside her instead."
This was so funny!!! Who cares if her impending death is near.. she simply cannot let anything happen to the tequila!!
"Then, just as she lifted the vase over her head, the light flashed on, and a horrified Tobias screamed, raising his arm to protect himself. The vase stopped just inches away from his skull."
This was the funniest part of the whole fic! Poor Tobias barely steps into the house and is immeadiatelly attacked by Jackie! Thankfully the guy has quick reflexes, lol.
“You were hitting my stash of Azul again, weren’t you? Do I need to lock that up when you come over? Or... maybe get one of those things like we have for the cat – you know, a bottle that dispenses a preset amount every hour? Keep you under control?”
Love that he gets to tease her a bit now too, lol.
“You know that’s an heirloom, right?” He whispered. “FDR gifted it to my great-grandfather. It’s got its own rider on my home insurance. Could you have chosen a less expensive item for a weapon?”
“Yet you leave it on a table, in your living room, with a toddler and a cat in the house. I’m not the stupid one here, Carrick.”
Very good point, Jackie! Now I'm wondering how many valuables could there be in their house if a simple vase just lying around is worth a fortune!
He was about to answer when a blood-curdling scream stopped them both cold.
“You see!” Jackie said, pounding on his back, “You see! Your place is fucking haunted!”
Love that you still added a little suspense here! lol
He opened his study door to reveal a large TV tuned into The Conjuring. “I think this might be the issue,” he said sarcastically.
Aww, little Pietro just wanted some background noise! lol
“So, given this discovery, is it all right if I allow my wife and daughter to come back home tomorrow?”
“Shut up!” Jackie spat, stomping out of the room. “I’m going downstairs.”
“What for?”
“I’m getting a bottle of Azul to go! Two, in fact. You and that cat, you owe me!”
I repeat: I NEED more of this friendship!!!
Thanks again for this, sis!
Pietro & Azul
Well, I can't tell you how much fun I had with this 3-word prompt. I had no idea what I wanted to do with it, but once I started, I had a ball! Thanks so much for the request @icecoffee90! 😊
Book: Open Heart (Post Series)
Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey (F!MC)
With: Jakie Varma, ???
Rating: Teen
Words: 1,100
Summary: Jackie is housesitting for her friends Casey & Tobias. It's been going well until that terrifying last night.
A/N: @choicesjanuary2024 Day 13 - Whispers, Mystery
MEET PIETRO!
As she moved gingerly through the darkened room, Jackie was grateful she had spent enough time at her friend’s home to know the layout. With the power out and only semi-sober, getting around would have been a bitch if she hadn’t. Settling into a darkened corner of the living room, she cowered under a blanket with a prized bottle in her hand. Sitting here and emptying it over the course of the night sounded like an excellent plan to her.
A bright bolt of lightning momentarily lit up the room, and she braced for the deafening clap of thunder she knew would follow. What the hell, a fifth shot sounds good? She thought as she raised the glass to her lips.
“This is the last time I ever housesit for these fuckers!”
A crashing noise echoed down the long stairway, and she dropped her head into her hands. Jackie Varma did not scare easily! She reminded herself of that repeatedly. She was badass! A power outage? A little storm? Sure, that might cripple wusses like, like... Lahela, but her? Pfft. Never her!
But one more unexplainable noise pushed her directly over the edge. What the fuck was that?
This was supernatural. She was convinced of it, and while there was precious little that would flap the resolute doctor, the supernatural? She wasn’t messing with that. Getting drunk and falling asleep had its merits, but then she rethought that choice. What if the ghost upstairs sniffed her out and found her sleeping? Ghosts do sniff? Don’t they. She had to try and stay awake. But the creak of an opening door sent shivers down her spine. It wasn’t upstairs this time; it was just across the room.
Son of a bitch! This is how I die? She thought. But if she was going to die, it wouldn’t be without a fight. She grabbed the bottle of tequila, then thought better of it. Even if these were her last moments, she was not about to waste this precious elixir, so she grabbed a vase from the table beside her instead. She rose to her feet and lurched toward the sound, working up a bravery she didn’t know she possessed. Then, just as she lifted the vase over her head, the light flashed on, and a horrified Tobias screamed, raising his arm to protect himself. The vase stopped just inches away from his skull.
“Jesus H. Christ, Varma! What the hell are you doing! And why are you sitting here in the dark?”
“Because the power went out, genius! Do you think I want to sit in the dark in your stupid house!”
With a blank expression, Tobias kept his eyes on hers as he flipped the light switch on, off, and then on again.
“You were saying?”
“But wait...no,” she exasperated. “I swear I...” She ran to the opposite end of the room and attempted to turn on a lamp, relieved when it did not. “I know I’m not crazy! I was sitting here, and the power went out!”
“It looks more like you blew a fuse.”
“Whatever! Why are you home early, anyway. You’re not due back until tomorrow! And where is Casey and Sam?”
“Casey and Sam will be home tomorrow; I returned early because...”
“Good!” Jackie interrupted. “I don’t know what kind of a man lets his wife and daughter live in a place like this anyway!”
He looked around the spacious, well-appointed townhome, bewildered. “Uh, it’s a pretty nice place? Casey rather likes it?”
“It’s HAUNTED!”
“Haunted?”
“HAUNTED!”
Tobias smirked as a little snort escaped him. He eyed the discarded tequila bottle in the corner of the room.
“You were hitting my stash of Azul again, weren’t you? Do I need to lock that up when you come over? Or... maybe get one of those things like we have for the cat – you know, a bottle that dispenses a preset amount every hour? Keep you under control?”
“I’m not drunk,” she said, punching his arm. “But your house is haunted. There have been noises coming from upstairs all night!”
Tobias tossed his keys on the side table with a sigh. “I doubt it’s haunted. Why don’t we go upstairs and see what’s going on?”
“Oh, you’re not getting me to go up there. I’ll stay down here so I can help Casey move on to someone better than you after the ghost murders your ass.”
“This isn’t how I’m going out, Jackie. But suit yourself... stay down here alone if you like.”
Alone. Right now, the thought frightened her much more than she cared to admit, so with the vase back in her hands, she followed closely behind Tobias as they crept up the stairs.
“You know that’s an heirloom, right?” He whispered. “FDR gifted it to my great-grandfather. It’s got its own rider on my home insurance. Could you have chosen a less expensive item for a weapon?”
“Yet you leave it on a table, in your living room, with a toddler and a cat in the house. I’m not the stupid one here, Carrick.”
He was about to answer when a blood-curdling scream stopped them both cold.
“You see!” Jackie said, pounding on his back, “You see! Your place is fucking haunted!”
He didn’t want to admit it, much less show it, but he was scared for a moment; then, with a tilt of his head and a little laugh, he nudged Jackie forward.
“Come here.” He opened his study door to reveal a large TV tuned into The Conjuring. “I think this might be the issue,” he said sarcastically.
“But wait! What? I did not turn this on! No!! No!! It’s a ghost! You still have a ghost! You have a freaking ghost in this house that put this on to scare the shit out of me!
“Really?” he scoffed, gesturing toward the plush sette where the family cat was reclined comfortably, with the remote control locked under his hind paw. Tobias lifted him up, rubbing the tuft of fur atop its head. “I think your ghost's name is Pietro. But I don’t think he had malicious intent.”
Tobias had to bite his lip to hold back his laughter as Jackie’s face went from shock to rage. Shooting a terrifying look at poor Pietro, Jackie snapped. “I always liked dogs better!”
“So, given this discovery, is it all right if I allow my wife and daughter to come back home tomorrow?”
“Shut up!” Jackie spat, stomping out of the room. “I’m going downstairs.”
“What for?”
“I’m getting a bottle of Azul to go! Two, in fact. You and that cat, you owe me!”
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