dark jeans and your nikes!

remember when we met? yeah, i know i was mean. stones shirt, black boots and black jeans! jackson waverly kensington ! heir to the kensington fortune.

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hey y’all. loved this rp a lot. if you wanna keep in touch jump into my ims real quick ?? 

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liizais:

eliza: guess who’s back eliza: and probably 10 pounds heavier from thanksgiving festivities + travelling

jackson: back again  jackson: liza’s back tell a friend jackson: u have a good time ?

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smrblk:

summer can literally feel the reckless abandon being flung into the two as she hitches up her skirt and allows her hands to travel to the hem of the boy’s pants. she doesn’t bother looking to see if what she’s doing is okay. she can feel the hidden hesitation residing deep within both of them, but she also knows that without a doubt, this is what she wants to be doing. in a million universes, in all of the timelines and past and future lives, this is what would want to be doing. she moves one hand to his thigh, pressing lightly and digging her manicured fingers into the fabric of his pants. summer allows jackson to pull her back in, bites carefully on his lower lip and lets out a carefree laugh. her free hand tangles into his dark locks and she slips her tongue into the kiss, fighting an urge to whisper his name. he feels like home to her in a way she can’t verbally make sense of. she forgets to be afraid of what will happen after this is over, when they’re laying tired and together. “ i can’t believe we’re doing this. ” she finally chokes out as her hand snakes just slightly under the waistband of his underwear. a question. her face is flushed and her pupils already blown. she places a hand on the hem of her own underwear and in a maneuver that is both practiced and familiar, tugs them off. 

jackson had a reputation for acting unbridled, reckless - the kensington party boy of the media. this definitely fit into that category, her fingers digging into his thigh and her laughter into his mouth. slipping into the kiss is easy, although it’s heavy but it’s light as her laughter. his teeth nipping at her lower lip before she pulls away, a non verbal plea to keep her right there. a breath away. “i missed it.” his eyes falling to her hand under his underwear, following her movements as she pulls off her underwear with impressive ease, his own fingers moving to pop the button his jeans and ease the teeth of the zipper down. letting them hang loosely off his hips. pressing a hand to the cushions of the couch to steady him as he starts to push her down so her back is pressed to the couch. straddling her, taking a second to really look at her - a pleasure he’d missed thus far. pushing his hair back before he moves to hover over her. his mouth falling to her neck to press kisses over her skin, halting at her pulse point with his teeth. his hands moving down his sides until they come to the top of her skirt to press to her lower abdomen. 

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micacla:

“well, we could get food. go shopping. get drinks. clubbing. count the cracks on the sidewalk. basically anything other than this.” micaela gestures to their current situation with a pout. “luckily you’re with me and i get invited to everything.” the brunette tosses dark locks over her shoulder with a smile.

“i’m not counting the cracks on the sidewalk with you. sounds boring as shit and isn’t it like bad luck or something?” glancing towards her, eyebrow raised but expression still not radiating enthusiasm. “alright miss. ‘i get invited to everything’, what are our options?” resting his hands on his chest, waiting for her to tell him.

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smrblk:

having him, now, felt so much like loss that is stung. summer’s eyes dragged along his face as she tossed her jacket, and then her shirt, to the side, somewhere behind the couch and hard to reach. she felt at once exposed and comfortable. they’d been like this so many times before. even before they dated, this was how it had all started out. one drunken confession of attraction. summer wondered again why it was so easy to get what they wanted physically from each other, to be so vulnerable in this way, but to never feel emotionally full. she placed her own hands under the bottom of the boy’s shirt and slid them up, over his stomach, resting on his chest. she held on tightly, possibly too tightly, possibly betraying how desperate she was to keep him there in the moment with her. she still didn’t meet his lips, but held her face close enough to taste the way her breath mixed with his. her thoughts were swimming, and her instincts where driving for her to move further, to give in. she felt a tightness in her stomach and a heat everywhere. his confession back to her snapped her out of the state of pure confusion she had found herself stuck in. she kissed along his jaw as she held back the tears she could feel pricking the corners of her eyes. she breathed in his familiar scent, tried to ignore all of the things it made her feel. “ i want this, jack, ” she finally admitted, drawing back to his lips. she tugged on his own shirt and moved to his ear. “ i want you. ” 

there had never been a guilt attached to their affections before; never a niggling sensation that maybe what they were doing was wrong. but there was now, clear as day. in the back of his mind. speaking of the awkward aftermath. of how they would deal with all of the loose ends this was likely to fail to tie up. but of course, that notion is sent into further dark corridors, because right now all he wants is summer. everything else be damned. his hands settle on her sides as he takes in her form again. retracing a familiar landscape with his eyes, refreshing his memory. the tip of his nose meeting hers as he leans in only slightly, as though he was chasing her lips without actually wanting them. participating in their elegant game of cat and mouse. ( were they just lazy ? was this just easy ? ) cut off when she leans down to kiss his jaw instead, almost automatically turning his head to give her more space to work with. a better canvas. her admittance strokes the part of his ego that still desires her approval, her affection. fingers falling to the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. throwing it behind the couch as he moves his fingers to her jaw to turn her head back to his lips. 

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smrblk:

she didn’t know what had kept her from jumping his bones the minute she walked through the door, because once their lips met she could hardly think of anything else she would rather be doing. shifting on the couch, she found the familiar spot in his lap and sank into him. she moved her hands to grasp gently at the back of his head, running through his hair and across his jaw, re familiarizing herself with the landscape. his willingness to give back lifted the last remaining weight off her overburdened shoulders and she sighed into his mouth. pulling away but leaving her hands cupping either side of his face, she stared at him in silence. her breathing was heavy and her heart pounded she loud she could hardly hear herself think. as she searched for the right words to say to him, the words that would make everything alright, she gave up and pressed her lips back to his. everything she had to say was said this way: physically. it had always been their best language, the one they both understood and couldn’t confuse. “ you know i loved you, ” she finally managed to get out, but glossed over with another kiss, fervent and unmoved. she would always love him, but that was something she couldn’t even admit to herself. 

as she moves herself onto his lap, it all feels so familiar. the bruising kisses, her steady weight on his lap, his hands travelling up her back. his hands catching on the hem of her shirt and dragging it up briefly before his hands continue their ascent. his head tipped up, ensuring that he could chase her lips if he needed to. this was their communication - this was how they talked. and the notion strikes that this is what they should’ve been doing all along. they always understood each other the best this way. they always showed how they wanted each other the most this way. when she pulls away, his state is similar: breathing deep and heavy. blown pupils staring into hers, lips slightly parted. he thought he owed her the time to mind her words, meeting her lips with ease when he’s grateful she chooses to stick to this. words were always misinterpreted, and they were time spent wasted when they weren’t kissing, in jacks’ opinion. eventually pulling at the hem of the shirt he’d previously pushed up, a cue that he wanted it to come off. while he didn’t know how far this slip was going to go, he did know that he wanted her. once more, twice more, three, four times - he just wants to express how much he didn’t know he missed this. “i loved you too,” mumbled over her lips. he also never showed it enough.

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good afternoon guys. i’ll be here for the event tonight and to do replies later but i just gotta let you guys know that i just copped a shirt identical to one of wes’. it’s a good day. i’m a happy man.

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although he and mateo used to be friends, his rather brisk disappearance had left him rather resentful of the other. especially with the effect it had on giselle - although their relationship dynamic was perplexing, it didn’t mean he didn’t care for her. in a way, that outlawed any friendship they may have previously had. therefore, when he saw him after his return, he reserved all rights to question his motives until he deduced them sufficient. “hey.” calling over to mateo across the room, marching up to him. “we need to talk.” 

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smrblk:

summer shrunk away from the truth of the statement. she didn’t know why she liked to put the expectation on the boy that he always knew what to do with her. she had a bad habit of assuming if anyone could just know it was him. “ thanks for the reminder, ” she scoffed, feeling slightly hurt. she didn’t want jackson to read her mind, in all honestly. she wanted him to let her into his. it was impossible to ever guess what was going through his head, to ever gauge how he was going to react or respond to a situation. she wished she understood him better. even before, she never quite had. the sound of her name drawing out of his mouth stirred something in her. his touch electrified her entire body, warm and alive. she placed her hand over his, afraid he’d pull back, desperate to elongate the feeling. “ i know we agreed on that, ” summer mumbled, holding a deep eye contact. “ i guess it’s too late, now. ” with her hand still resting on his, summer closed the gap between their lips before she could talk herself out of it and inhaled deeply. for once, a decision she made for herself felt okay. 

it would’ve been easier if he let her in of course. he still wouldn’t have gained the ability to intuitively understand her, but this kind of transparency - honestly - could’ve been a regular byproduct of their relationship. with pr relationships and manipulative press, surely they deserved that kind of honesty with each other at least. the rest of her words seem to go through him - his focus diverted elsewhere. overthinking her touch, analysing it. almost too caught up to simply enjoy it. it seems the first time he’s truly looked at her in a long time. this was a dangerous road they were trailing down once more. and even though he knows this will end badly - with them it always did - he makes the selfish choice. shutting his eyes and letting their lips meet. only a few seconds pass before he responds, pressing his lips back against hers in earnest. feelings surging back to the surface that had since been kept buried. it’s so easy to fall into old habits with her as his heart beats louder and faster. he’s missed this - missed her - more than he cares to admit.

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like this for a closed starter from jacks!

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gisclles:

gripping her hair in between her hands, she squeezed out more of the excess water. jackson had never been snarky with her, her only reaction was to match his irritability. it was only going to add more awkwardness to their already undefined relationship however, that’s just the way giselle was. waving her hand as a dismissal, she added, “yeah knock yourself out.” 

pulling himself up, his hands wrap around the mug and he takes a long sip of it. their relationship was definitely undisclosed, and occurred mostly behind closed doors. although it wasn’t particularly any of his concern. they had fun together, and for that, he was grateful. that was it. “that’s actually pretty good.”

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smrblk:

summer shook her head stubbornly, narrowing her eyes enough to portray how serious she was. would she actually have snapped at him if he had continued to fight her on the situation? there was a very real possibility. she hadn’t like his original criticism, but as the conversation wore on, she had tired of his acceptance of everything. it was too familiar. “ no, ” she finally decided. “ i think i wanted you to. ” with her head laid up in the crook of his neck and her body resting comfortably on the couch, summer dropped her tone to a whisper. “ you want to know something fucked? for a while.. after we, whatever.. i even missed the arguing. just missed you. ” summer felt her cheeks burn from the honesty that was starting to flood the conversation, something she was neither comfortable with nor opposed to. his apology hit her harder than anything had in a long while. she pulled away from his embrace so she could look at him face to face, and bit her lip. she wasn’t sure how to respond. she could hear her heart pumping in her ears. “ jack, ” the rest of the world went silent with summer’s commanding whisper. she closed her eyes and sighed. 

“well i can’t read your mind.” it wasn’t confrontational, or at least it wasn’t intended to be. but juggling the should’s and the shouldnt’s was growing every more taxing. they had lost touch with each other a long time ago - long before they even broke it off. physically there but emotionally vacuous. this was the first honest conversation he could think of them having. jackson turned his head towards her as they adjusted on the couch, focusing on her whispering. “summer.” speechless overwhelms him and it draws them into silence. seemingly shared by summer, because soon they’re staring at each other. a hair's breadth between them; it’s reminiscent of so much. but it’s a road they can’t possibly tread down again. still, his hand moves up and cups her cheek. lightly as not to force the touch. “that thing you said about missing me. i just figured we’d fallen out of it. trying to put this back together.”

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rvthschilds:

“you left me on read and my heart was heavy.” baby tells him, jokingly of course. and it was true, considering how long he’s known jackson. jackson had always been vivacious in everything he did, total opposite of baby. and maybe that’s why  baby loved being around him so much. because he was something baby always wanted to be, wild and without restraint. “i put my faith in your word, so if it’s not as great as you say i’m afraid we’re going to have to shut them down.” baby replies, he’s not as serious as his tone lets on but, he feels at ease with jackson that he can be like this. “and i’ll use the grand to start the process.” he pokes his tongue out as he grins. baby is immediately moving toward the pizza once jackson tells him he can grab his own. baby laughs, biting into a slice. “well okay. but since you’re there can you grab me a pop please?” he asks, manners always present as ever. baby nods, licking his lips. “yeah! just follow the hall, don’t get lost.” baby teases.

“have a little faith, dude.” he’d always heard that opposites attracted - and in this case, it was to attempt to encourage baby into having more fun. by his standards at least. “see - that’s what i’m talking about.” patting him on the shoulder in camaraderie - because that is what he often felt like around baby. he walks slowly into the kitchen, unhurried as he takes large strides on the flooring, chuckling at the thought of shutting them down. having the entire conversation essentially over his shoulder. “sue them for everything they have. get all of the publicity and then open up our own place. we should probably hire the chef back though. you know, i know nothing about making pizzas.” his voice is a little louder than it was previously, just ensuring that the sound travels across the generous floor plan. looking around for a few moments out of sheer curiosity as he reaches the kitchen, before he pulls the fridge door open with an audible sound. picking out a beer and opening it with his teeth before he grabs the soda baby wanted and shuts the fridge with his elbow. both of his hands occupied. “would you look at that? i made it back.” he quips easily, more than a little cocky, with a smirk on his lips as he makes it back. handing baby his soda and falling into a chair. “how’s the pizza?”

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heradone:

♔ ♠ °  — “don’t you worry j, you can keep milling around on your ass,” she chuckles, reaching for the remote. she flips through the channels, waiting until she finds cutthroat kitchen, and with an excited smile turns the volume up a bit before putting it down. “what’s up with you ??”

“this is why we’re friends, h,” he reminds her, attention turning towards the tv again. just a hint of a smile on his face. watching as she flips through the channels relentlessly, his mouth opening and closing a few times in protest as she skips through viable options. humming in acceptance as she puts on cutthroat kitchens - it was a decent choice. he brings a pillow to rest under his head as he prepares to watch it with her. “tired. and my dad is getting on my ass about these meetings.”

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carlscns:

          zan waited jackson slowly sat up, twirling a section of her hair around her finger in thought. she was supposed to not look like a brat, that was the whole reason her people set the two of them up, and most of the stores she’d not want to kill herself by going to made her look like a brat. “ i guess tiffany’s is out of the question. ” the brunette pouted, thinking of shops they could go to that made her look RELATABLE, as her manager would say. “ maybe nike or something. idunno. i forgot any stores beyond fifth avenue existed. ”

it would be good for his image, they’d told him. to start rumours and intrigue; circulate the media once more. a mutually beneficial relationship. “i could get down with going to nike. i need some new sneakers.” need was a hyperbolic term in their lives, but the desire to supply it for another failed him. letting out a breath as he prepares himself for the day, briefly considering what it would entail but he turns his attention back to her. “can we get food somewhere too?”

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hey y’all just me. i just wanted to apologise for being super freaking slow lately!! i just came off this medication i’ve been on for some chest complications and they said i shouldn’t experience any side effects as i had a low dose but i guess my body’s processing!! anyway i just wanted to say that all replies’ll hopefully be coming sometime between tonight and tomorrow. cheers y’all.

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smrblk:

 summer’s heart thumped loudly in her chest, growing louder still with each passing minute. she shook her head along with jackson, and intense, warm anger igniting in her chest. she didn’t know why she was so cold and formal with him, why she couldn’t talk to him when she wanted to. “ you don’t have to agree with me. you could fight it, ” she fired out, wanting to know why everything felt so complacent. the offer of physical contact was all it took to break the girl. she let out a single loud sob and fell into him, burying her head into his neck and letting her arms wrap into his clothing, holding him as best as she could. “ i should have fought harder for you, ” she choked, trying her best to maintain some slight composure, any bit of dignity. “ you should have fought harder for me. ” 

they would have to fix themselves eventually. move their relationship back within the bounds of healthy and communicative. or as communicative as they used to be, at least. “wouldn’t you get pissed at me for fighting it?” his retort lacked the anger from a few moments ago - muddled with the complacency of all of this. it sounded genuinely curious. letting her fall against him, his arms wrapping around her as he had so many times before. encircling her back as he leans back into the couch again. hopefully making the position more comfortable for both of them. “i’m pretty sure we were just fighting each other by the end of it. not - for each other.” his voice has gotten quieter. not quite calm and collected but not as choked as she was. it’s raw and doubtfully what she wants to hear but it’s what he supplies. welling up the courage for his next statement, a rare vulnerability picking it’s way through their conversation. “i’m sorry i didn’t.”