HI FRIEND! omg i saw your post about fic requests, and i came as fast as i could! i really really loved the post you made about wendy torrance, it filled me with so much joy, because i never really see people talk about the shining agere and there is so much potential, especially in the book! if this is too specific then no worries or hard feelings at all, but i was wondering if i could please request a fic surrounding regressor jack torrance but specifically the novel version? i love thinking of him viewing wendy as a carer, and imagining how it might go with their strained relationship stemming primarily from jack's alcoholism and instability. sorry i tend to be a sucker for more realistic/angsty reg so again if this would be out of your comfort zone or you even just wouldn't like to do it i completely get it, but i wanted to put the idea out there regardless. i can't wait to see what you write no matter what! i love your account; it makes me so happy to see an account specifically geared towards horror agere!
🧦 " I still love you, y'know. "
. . A cg!Wendy & little!Jack fic . .
. . CW: alcoholism, violent tempers, swearing, verbal abuse, agere ANGST. . .
Jack stared at the clock on the wall as it slowly ticked. A mockery of his sanity, and the tick that lived in his head. The clock's ticking had a rhythm, a rhythm that was unbearably loud.. yet, somehow kept jack sane and grounded. Blinking a few times, he snapped out of his thoughts. He now realized that he was daydreaming again. His eyes averted slightly, staring at his typewriter. Damnit, He thought. He was barely able to focus. To.. WRITE. This hotel was supposed to be his time to shine to.. finally have the motivation to write. Yet he couldn't think of a single Goddamn word. Raising his hand, he suddenly slammed it against the typewriter in frustration. A loud sound came from the impact, immediately making Jack recoil. Hissing loudly between his teeth, he clutched his now aching hand to his chest tightly. "Damnit.." he murmered painfully. After a moment of silence, the aching seemed to ease. Taking a slow, but leveled breath, he lowered his hand back onto the table.
“i can't fucking think in this fucking.. UGH!" Jack suddenly stood, the force of his movement was so violent, that it nudged the table away from where it was originally sitting. Jack's chest heaved with anger, barely even looking at the desk anymore. Not bothering to fix it, he began to pace in the spot he was still standing in. "Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" jack hissed. His hand immediately went straight to his hair, yanking at its roots in frustration. He was on the verge of tears, which was very common for him when he got this angry. Coming all the way from home to here was supposed to be Jack's debut. Here, there was no bullshit. He didn't have to teach kids anything, he didn't need to work.. all he had was himself, space, and his mind. Yet, the hotel drove him up the wall. The silence was supposed to be his best friend now, but all it did was work against him. Of all the time Jack had his free time, now was when he had writers block. He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice that Wendy was staring at him, her back against the edge of the doorway. Her eyebrows furrowed with concern. Clicking her tongue, she drew his attention from his frantic rambling. He looked up wide eyed, his hair was a complete mess from pulling on it. He didn't even notice how heavy he was breathing until he caught himself. Straightening up his posture the best he could, he cleared his throat. "Wendy." He muttered. Although, it came out more like a hiss of hatred, more than a soft murmur from a loving husband. Unfazed, Wendy slowly pushed herself off the doorway, the coldness of the wall leaving her fingers once and for all. She slowly made her way to jack, but made a stop when she felt the heat radiating off of him from where she was currently standing.
"you're stressed." She muttered. "Is your.." she paused, unsure how to word it. "Writing going well?.." she finally managed to mutter out, although the words slithered from her tongue as if her words alone were forbidden. "Yeah, no shit." Jack spat back, feeling as if his anger would get the best of them. Wendy could have sworn right then and there, she saw a snake. Not her husband, but a snake. Clearing her throat the best she could, she took a breath and an exhale. Hoping that she didn't accidentally piss him off even more. “well, I.." she stammered, but before she could even begin her sentence, Jack closes it immediately. "hold that thought, Wendy." Jack would say. "I'm just going for a walk" he declared with a slight grin on his face. He turned on his heel to walk down the hallway, but when these stopped him as she spoke. "You're not going to the bar are you?" She accused, knowing that despite Jack being clean from drinking, despite Jack promising all those months ago that he wouldn't touch liquor again.. she couldn't help but fear that the isolation was really getting to him. Jack paused, before he slowly looked over his shoulder at his now, somewhat concerned and worried wife. he grinned at her question, as of taking her as a simple joke. "Oh Wendy." He said between a laugh and a chuckle, sounding disbelief. "All those months ago, I made a promise to you and Danny." He said simply, although he didn't finish his sentence. Wendy knew that he wasn't happy with her accusation, even if they both knew the truth. If Jack could, he would be drunk by now. But suddenly, Jack snapped. Like a twig, he swung back around to see Wendy.
He stormed to his wife, his feet seeming heavy and sunken into the floor, as if the hotel was trying to keep him in one spot. "What do you do this to me wendy?!" He begged to know. She tried to answer, her mouth opening, but her lips not quite moving. Which just seemed to anger him even more. "Don't you know what I do to provide for this family?" He questioned. Although he wouldn't admit it, he loved his wife dearly. But the isolation, going cold turkey from alcohol all those months back, the writer's block. It came crashing down so violently, all jack saw was red. At the same time, Jack began to break down. He didn't show it, but he was on the verge of crying. Without another word he began to walk down the hallway, not before kicking one of Danny's toys that laid on the floor out of the way. The toy hit against the wall with a thunk, almost breaking it. Wendy was holding back a flinch, knowing how violent Jack could be when he was like this. Taking a couple deep breaths, she turned away to go downstairs. She went into the kitchen by herself, making sure Danny wasn't nearby before she made a beeline to the fridge. Like someone with experience, she began to make a bottle. Grabbing the bottle itself from the cabinet, before setting it down on the counter. She pulled milk from the fridge and dumped it into the bottle until it was mostly full. Capping the milk back on and putting it back in the fridge, she fixed the bottle all up. She knew how fussy Jack could get, and his habit of involuntarily regressing. She didn't mind, after all it calms jack down greatly. She didn't know the term for it, all she knew was that her husband was regressing mentally, and it helped. She bottle fed him a couple times before, and she knew that he preferred his milk cold.
A few minutes of searching the hotel, she finally found him curled up in their shared bed. He almost looks like a child, in a way. Curled up in a fetal position, holding himself close, not quite crying but, you can see the devastation and tears in his eyes. It almost broke her heart. With a heavy heart she slowly made her way towards jack, seeing as he flinched a little, seeming to never have heard her walk in. With the little space he left from the edge of the bed, she sat down. The bed slowly sunk underneath her, holding the bottle close to her stomach. "Jack" she would greet. Jack made a subtle nod towards her, quietly greeting her back.
"you know, yelling at me hurt my feelings." She started with bated breath. He's slowly nodded in retaliation. She continued, clicking her tongue once again, as it became a habit. "And.. I trust you won't do it again, right?" She asked. Although she knew, it would indeed happen again. Jack nodded once more, quietly snuggling as he rubbed his eyes with his thumb. "Good." She said simply. "Come here, baby" she murmered almost motherly. Hesitantly but with a bit more comfort, Jack solely adjusted himself. Plopping his head down in her lap, as he looked up at her, and all Wendy saw was her little boy.
"there he is.." she would murmer.
