endless uphill climb.

aftermath ;; jack

While a part of her thrived of falling suit to old behaviors, she forgot how much it took out of her- how much it took out of any person. In a moment she felt weak, replying on another in the state she was in, not being strong enough to suck it up on her own, but as she took just a step closer, her chest touching the other mans, leaving no space between them- feeling his hands through her hair, she felt comforted, somewhat calm. “Just a night, then I’ll be okay.” She muttered, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I just, I need to get this blood off of me, its all I can smell… I need you to look at my back, my shoulders.”

She had to push her pride away, the fear of looking weak- submissive, and she tried–walking into the small ensuite bathroom, she started to fill the sink with water- only for her hands to wrap tightly around the sink, taking in deep breathes through her mouth as she caught sight of her reflection.

Jackson watched her pull away, feeling like she was falling. He closed the door behind them with a gentle movement, the sound only a small click in the silent room. He didn’t call out a response to anything, only followed her. His arms slipped around her middle, carefully holding her, and just as carefully meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Let’s get you out of these, okay?” Jackson whispered, waiting a moment before raising his hands, starting to gently guide her jacket off of her.

He watched the slight struggle, no matter how little she showed of it, and threw the jacket over the bathtub. “Hold on.” He said, quietly, reaching into one of the drawers and grabbing some scissors. With a clean movement, he sliced the back open, tossing the scissors back into the drawer. “I’ll buy you a new one.” He murmured as he helped it off. “I don’t want you hurting anymore than necessary.

jackieshaunas

when the donut is bigger than your own head (✿◠‿◠)

#x. lost son

aftermath ;; jack

The moment he opened the door she felt like this was a bad choice, she should of just gone back to her dorm; her lips pressed together at his surprised tone but then something came she wasn’t expecting- a hug At first her body stilled, but then as if a switch had been turned, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist- hands fanning over the muscular plane of his back. “Hey…” She mumbled against his shoulder, wincing slightly at the pain radiating from her back. “I need a place to crash, just for tonight– I promise.

Jackson gently pressed his hand into her hair as she pressed into him, brushing his fingers through her hair in a way he hoped was comforting. “Of course.” He said, quickly, without even thinking about it. “For as long as you need.” Jack pulled back carefully, keeping his hand in her hair. He looked at her face, at her tired eyes, and decided against any questions. “Do you need some medicine?” The tan boy asked quietly, his chest tightening at Penelope’s state.

aftermath ;; jack

She was tired, emotionally– physically, and at this point a bit annoyed after 3 hours of hearing the true and utter love birds that were her best friend and Quinn. To be honest, she wouldn’t be for the drama that seemed to come with her– but that was Isabel’s girl, and she’d do anything the brunette needed from her, always will. But as they neared their school, she dropped the two off before heading the what she knew was Jackson’s dorms, the two lovebirds going to stay in their room. With all her weapons back in the bar, bullet prrof vest off- she knew she looked a mess, with dried blood staining her clothing, her back- her back by now was bruised, but for a reason the only person she thought of seeing was the other man, and that’s how she found herself knocking at his door nearing 4 in the morning.

@amisitfilium

Jackson wasn’t a light sleeper. He really couldn’t have been with how much time he spent on the streets. So when he heard the knock at the door, he pushed himself to sit up immediately. He found his bearings quickly, moving to the door and knowing it wouldn’t be something horrifying- people usually came to his dorm with questions- the other med students rarely helped with afflictions of the mind. He scratched at his bare chest, feeling the sticky humidity press into his skin as he opened the door. “Oh- Penelope.” His tone- and his eyes conveyed his surprise, but he quickly moved to wrap her up in a careful hug. He would’ve jumped her if she didn’t look so worse for wear.

#x. text #c: penelope anderson #penelope anderson #ask box;

TEXT: I'm taking an impromptu trip with Isabel, but when I get back- we should go see a movie or something, something normal.

[text] I’d love something normal. As long as it’s with you.

“As long as they stay away fro my bed, I’m happy– I’ve already warned them bot so it’s out of my hands.” Penelope said, not being able to help how her eyes quickly went to his holding onto hers but she went with it. “You ride, tat’s unexpected but interesting.” She said as she took the helmet into her hands, following suit.

“I promise I’m a fantastic driver.” Jackson said, grinning as he pulled his helmet on, jumping onto the bike before she’d even gotten her own on. He felt the engine rev under them, his chest buzzing with energy. “Hold on.” Jackson instructed, his voice light. The time it took to get to town wasn’t that long, and Jack knew exactly where he was going, cutting through alleys and sidestreets. He skidded to a stop in front of the small Chinese restaurant tucked into the side of an apartment building.

“I’m going to go ahead assume she’s going to have her girlfriend over, so I say you have me for as long as you’d like.” Patting his arms lightly, she laughed– it joyful, light; but she didn’t want to question it, she wanted to bottle the feeling. “So steam buns?”

Jackson laughed, loudly, and happily. “Sounds as good for them as it is for me.” He dropped his grip, catching one of her hands. “Steam buns.” Jackson only faked half of the intensity. The rest was pure. He pulled her in the direction of the student lot, reaching and grabbing two helmets, holding one out for her.

“Easy there pacer.” She teased, hands going to his upper arms in a moment before her smile nearly matched his– it was hard for it not to. “I’m here, escaped my roommate trowing a hairdryer at my head, so I say it was a great feat.”

#x. f2f #c: penelope anderson #/theyre happy #what is this #who are we

He furrowed his eyebrows, still smiling, but decided not to question it. “I’m so glad.” Jackson said, his words matching the genuine tone of his smile. “How long do I have you?” He asked eagerly, wanting to make sure he wasn’t an inconvenience, but excited to show her something important to him.

Penelope couldn’t help the laughter that fell from her lips as she jogged out of her dorm room, Isabel’s leather jacket now she was throwing over her shoulders. That and she was in a relatively good mood, and that had nothing to do with her night plans- obviously. Turning the corner out of the school, she waved at the sight of Jackson– crossing until she was next to him. “Hello there.”

He was still pacing when she arrived, facing away from her when she arrived, only spinning around at the sound of her greeting. “Hey!” He boomed, reaching out and touching her arms on reflex. “You’re here!” His smile was squeezing off his cheeks.