#yet here they stand . . . its what they deserve😭🥺

[emoreooo]

“you don’t like the ending? then we’ll find one that’s yours.”

oh, how did you know that’s all we need?

a promise of hope is enough to feel free.

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My sweet angel—a huge congratulations on your well deserved milestone, you talented little beauty! 🥂 I adore you! Thankful for you and the love and support you shower my gremlin self with and can’t wait to read all the fab things you’re going to spoil us with ❤️

May I please request a lil somethin’ somethin’ with 34 & 37 from the angst section on prompt list 1 with any character of your choosing? 🥰 thank you!

Sending you lots of love and well wishes, sweet angel ❤️ foli xo

Foli darling! Okay, first of all, I'm so sorry to you & everyone for how late this is oh lord 😭 Thank you so so much for always supporting me & showing me endless kindness & love 🥺♥️ I'm very grateful to have you as a wonderful friend ♥️

That being said... Your request almost made my head pop 😂😭 as soon as I read it, I very much wanted to scream 😂 Everybody knows the angst kills me, but I was up for the challenge & I like how this turned out!

Disclaimer: it's been a long time since I've actually seen TGC & I kept it with as much info as I could remember, but this is very much an AU in which Jack doesn't betray Statesman. So if things seem off, just go with it lol

I hope this tickles your fancy & enjoy babes! ♥️

34: “I would’ve done anything for you.”

37: “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.” 

Lie To Me (Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x f!Reader)

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, some anxious feelings

W/C: 1.9k

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Sitting on a cold, metal chair in a cold, metal room definitely was not in the game plan for today, yet, here you are. A sudden raid on the warehouse had everyone scattering like ants. Everyone was so scared and you couldn’t fully understand why. All of the work everyone was doing was for a good cause, right? Who would stop what you were trying to do?

Your tailbone begins to throb while you feel your neck getting stiff, your body is begging for you to stand and stretch out. The skin of your cheeks feel crusted with tear tracks from earlier, when you realized you had gotten separated from Jack and fell right into your captors’ arms. The thought of Jack somewhere, possibly hurt, is enough to bring tears to your eyes again.

A beeping heard from the other side of the door pulls you from your thoughts and you shift your head to look in its direction. The door swings open and an older man walks through, hair and beard of a dirty blonde hue looking quite disheveled. He doesn’t say a word, just walks through with two coffee cups in his hands and a file folder tucked underneath one arm. He sets the cups down, one in front of you, and uses his free hand to grab the folder and puts it down as well before he finally takes a seat across from you. All the while, you watch him move through your lashes.

“Hiya, darlin’,” he greets and you sneer at his tone. How dare he use a pet name in a situation like this? “Name’s Champagne, but I go by Champ.”

“Champagne?” You ask, puzzled by the name. “Is that your real name?”

“No.”

“Well, then what is it?”

“I’m afraid that’s classified, sugar.”

“Alright,” you scoff. “Then… Where am I?”

“Classified.”

“Where’s Jack?” You ask, a slight tremble in your voice, but the man across from you doesn’t answer and clearly has no intention of doing so. “Yeah okay,” you shake your head and lean back in your seat, the motion stinging your backside up to your spine. “My aunt said people would come after us. I guess she meant you.”

“Then you know who I am,” he smirks, as if he’s already pleased to hear whatever answer you’ve got for him.

“Yeah, you’re just another greedy government slave. If it weren’t for people like you trying to destroy people like me and the work we do, there would be no illness in the world. No cancer, not even the common cold.”

“Uh huh,” he nods, wiping his mouth and smoothing out his beard as he attempts to hide his grin underneath. “And exactly what kind of work is it that you do?”

“Obviously you don’t need me to tell you that since you and your people are the ones that brought me here because of my work,” you deflect harshly.

“Yes, you’re right,” he chuckles. “But do you know the project you were working on?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

At that, the man – Champagne – slides the file folder closer to him and, without breaking eye contact with you, opens it up to reveal photos with yellow sticky notes all over them, someone’s scribbly handwriting on each one. Champ looks down to spread out each photo in a row in front of you.

“Who is this woman?” He asks as he points to a picture of your red headed aunt. You sigh deeply and stay silent while you decide in your head whether or not to answer his question.

“My aunt Poppy,” you say quietly.

“Sorry sugar, you gotta speak up, these old man ears ain’t what they used to be.”

“My aunt Poppy,” you repeat loudly. “And I’m not your ‘sugar’.”

“Hm,” he smirks and looks behind him to the large and very obvious two way mirror along the wall. “She’s a feisty one,” he says to whoever is on the other side and turns back around to face you again. “And what are these?” He asks and points to a photo of the drones you were developing at the warehouse.

“Why are you asking me? You clearly know what we were up to,” you say as you feel your patience beginning to wear thin.

“Please, just answer the question,” Champ replies but you stare at him as intimidating as you can, hoping to let on that you have no intention of answering. “If you tell me, I’ll let you see Jack.”

Your eyes go wide despite your best efforts and your heart starts racing faster than before. All you want – all you need – is to see Jack. You reluctantly accept your fate: whatever happens now, you’re in the enemy’s hands and fighting them wouldn’t do much good for you now, especially when you have the chance to see Jack and make sure he’s okay. You uncross your arms and take a deep breath.

“They’re medicinal drones,” you finally reply.

“And what is their purpose?”

“We were…” You pause, afraid to go any further, but your desire to see Jack in one piece forces the words out of your mouth. “We were supposed to send them up in the sky over parts of the world. My aunt has been working on a special medicine that can cure any ailment.”

“Is that what she told you?” Champ chuckles and you look up at him with furrowed brows. “Don’t you know who Poppy Adams is?”

“What do you mean?” You wonder where the man is going with this.

“Does ‘The Golden Circle’ ring any bells?” He asks and you shake your head no. “It doesn’t? So you’re telling me you had no idea your dear ol’ auntie is the CEO of this cartel?”

“What?” You feel your heart sink into your stomach. Cartel? “What are you talking about?”

“We have it on good authority that, Poppy – your aunt – had this well thought out plan to eliminate all drug users, causing mania throughout the world, and she was going to use these drones with her ‘special medicine’ to demand things from our president.”

“Wait… I-I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you place your face in your hands as you feel the anxiety course through your whole body. “Sh-she wouldn’t, not Poppy,” you bite back a sob, hoping to keep calm until you physically cannot anymore.

“I’m afraid she would, honey.”

“I need to see Jack,” you look up at Champ. “You told me I would be able to see him.”

“That I did,” he nods and sighs deeply, then moves to pull his cellphone out of the front pocket of his jeans. He dials a number quickly and you can hear a woman’s voice on the other end. “Yeah, bring him in.”

He hangs up and places his phone back in his pocket and you just sit there in silence together, your fast pacing heart the only sound filling your ears. Mere minutes pass by, but they feel like hours, then finally you hear a beeping at the door. Your head snaps to the offending sound in anticipation, anxiety rushing through you until you see Jack’s frame enter the room. You lock on to his puppy dog, brown eyes and instantly stand up and rush to him, as if he had a huge, red magnet on him like in the Saturday morning cartoons.

“Jack,” you breathe out, your tears now dropping from your eyes once his arms wrap around you.

You shove your face into his shirt and a quick thought runs through your mind. One of his shirt buttons pokes you in your cheek and you quickly remember he had not been wearing a button up the last time you saw him. You pull away from him slightly and realize he is indeed wearing a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into a dark pair of jeans. You look up at his face and see he’s also wearing a Stetson, all things you hadn’t noticed when he first walked in as the only thought you had was that he was okay. Confusion fills your mind as you stutter through your revelation.

“You changed? Where did you get these clothes?” You ask and you see a look in his eyes that you hadn’t ever seen before. Guilt.

“Darlin’,” Champ calls from next to you and Jack and you turn to face him. “I’d like you to meet Mr. Jack Daniels, AKA: Agent Whiskey.”

“What?” You look at Jack again and he averts his eyes from your stare. “Agent? Daniels? You told me your last name was ‘Harper’.”

“Sweetheart… I…” Jack looks at you again and the look on his face tells you all you need to know, everything you’ve been missing.

“W-wait… I don’t believe this,” you push yourself away from Jack. “You were working for him?!” You point to Champagne.

“I’ll uh…give you two some time alone,” Champ says and Jack steps to the side to let him pass out the room.

“Honey, please just listen-”

“Listen?!” You interrupt and you can visibly see Jack’s frame shrink. “You played me! How could you do this to me?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Jack attempts to explain and you scoff.

“So I’m supposed to believe you had no intention of using me to get information on Poppy’s schemes?”

“Yes,” he grabs your shoulders and although you want to slap him across his face like you were in a dramatic soap opera, his presence, his touch alone still makes you want to melt into him. “Yes, you are. It was never supposed to happen, but you charmed the livin’ hell outta me, how could I not fall for you?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You whisper while the tears roll down your cheeks. Jack moves his hands from your shoulders to your face, wiping the drops away with his thumbs.

“I wanted to darlin’, but they wouldn’t let me. Said it would compromise the mission,”

“‘The mission’?” You scoff and move away from him again. “Jack, I would’ve done anything for you.”

“Honey,” Jack steps close to you again, slowly, approaching you like you were a timid deer and, once again, you don’t have it in you anymore to fight. “I know that, but you gotta believe me. I never meant for you to be in harm’s way, once I realized you had no clue what Poppy was scheming, I told them to leave you out of it. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. What can I do to make it right?”

“Oh Jack,” you sob and fall into his chest. “Just… Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

“No, darlin’. No more lies. I will never lie to you again.”

Jack holds you tightly against his chest, against his heartbeat, and while just yesterday you were in the same position, today means something entirely different. All the newfound information runs through your mind, each moment you had lived with Jack so far, and now it all seems insincere knowing his true identity. One part of you, arguably the more logical part, wants to tell him to eat shit and never speak to you again. Yet the other part, your heart, wants to scream for the man you love to never let you go.

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Omg its requarantine day 2 and i still cant stand dad being 0-24 at home. I hate it and its drives me insane. I moved back on my bed and today he asked me if im gonna be at home tomorrow :) like no im off to michigan what did he expect me to answer i cant😭😭

I am trying to sleep well but... ugh idk i just cant. I wake up aching and even more tired than i went to sleep. Hopefully by february i will have my room i can sleep uninterrupted for a day qwp and also i used up all my good sleeping energy when i wished them away to everyone cuz they deserve and need it moreeee😭 like u🥺👉👈

Requarantine again, oh no :( How long will it last? Like full quarantine? You can’t even leave to get groceries? :o

We have like a light version of a lockdown here, and that’s also hard, but I’m glad that we did not have to be in quarantine yet- I’m so sorry that you have to go through this again :/ 

KOUHAI-CHAN, I’M SENDING YOU ALL OF MY STRENGTH! Stay strong and sane, and try to get as much rest as you can!! You might not be able to go outside, but you can take care of your inner self then! 

LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!! And if you ever need distraction, you can always come here! <3

*hugs you*