#c: jagger

[lochnessdes]

With so much on her mind lately, Loch had been getting creative with her methods of distraction. She’d taken a painting class, learned a new song on guitar, given her motorcycle a thorough cleaning, and rearranged her entire apartment. Unfortunately for the tall brunette, none of them took enough of her time to really make any sort of difference, and it left her feeling just as lost as she had before. Loch hadn’t told anyone about what happened at the fountain, convinced that she had dreamed the entire thing and that she’d be looked at in judging ways. However, if there was anyone that she trusted when it came to these sorts of things, it was Jagger. Sitting beside him now, Loch’s toes were pressed firmly into the sand beneath her feet, her butt cradled in the hard plastic of the swing on the Derry Elementary playground. The brunette released a soft sigh and rested her cheek against her hand where it gripped the chain, her eyes finding Jagger in an almost sad way. 

“I think I want a puppy,” she blurted out, her thick brows knitting together. “My apartment feels impossibly empty, and I need a bed companion. You’re the dog expert, so I need you to either talk me into it, or talk me out of it.”

@moveslike-jagger​

[t-andwood]

“If it isn’t Mr. Anti-Social,” Walt said, having caught sight of one, Jagger Wallace. “I thought you were averse of social gathering that hosted more than five people.” He said, unable to resist himself from poking fun at the guy in front of him. That’d always been their thing, even when they found themselves not being a thing. @gordonwallace

[vincentnilsson-blog]

It’s a great feat that Vincent remembers to lock his apartment on the way out; he thinks, sometimes, that his mind is going, like he’s so much older than he is. He tries not to think about that too much, tries not to let himself go down that road because it’s so much easier for him to ignore the ways in which he’s destroying himself and his future.

This great feat is made much less satisfying by the fact that he realizes only upon arriving back home, utterly wasted and exhausted and frozen to the bone from walking all the way home that his keys are on the damned counter. It’s... one in the morning? Two? He isn’t sure, and his phone is dead. Either way, it’s far too late to call on the landlord, so he’s locked out, homeless for the night. Perhaps he’s being a bit dramatic, but he’s too drunk to think of proper solutions to this problem, so he heads back out into the cold, and hails a cab.

As if his night isn’t going badly enough, he doesn’t have nearly enough cash to cover the entire ride, and ends up being dropped off a few blocks away. By the time he reaches Jagger’s apartment, he feels rather genuinely like he’s going to die (again, perhaps he’s a bit dramatic). But it’s okay; Jagger always has his way of improving Vincent’s mood; he always knows precisely what to do for him, it seems, and it’s exactly what Vincent needs right now.

He knocks on the door, lightly at first, and then proceeds to pound on it. “Jagger,” he calls out. “Let me in, it’s an emergency.” He sighs, resting his forehead against the door while he waits. God, he needs to stop going out drinking by himself.

@jgger

[t-andwood]

“Excuse me,” Walt said, trying to get through the crowds of Rosewood’s pride celebration before he ran right into the last person he expected to run into. Jagger Wallace. “Well, look who finally left the dungeon.” Walt commented, a small smirk on his lips. Yes, he’d been annoyed with Jagger as it appeared he’d never had time for him... but as annoyed as he was, he was still one fo his favorite people in town. “And for pride, no less. I’m impressed.”  @gordonwallace

[t-andwood]

Walt... was shook. He truly was. He hadn’t heard of or even thought of Jagger for a while. He’d always been Walt’s little secret. They’d been a thing, not quite just a hookup but definitely not boyfriend until they hadn’t been no more. And  now, just like that... he’d gotten his name. He looked up from his paper to find Jagger not that far in the distance, his eyes meeting his. “So, I got you.” He said, holding up the paper as he’d approached him. @gordonwallace

[t-andwood]

“This is where you wanted to go on our first... outting.” Walt asked, arms crossed. He really just wanted Jagger to sweat it out... a lot. The setting was perfect, honestly. He’d brought them to the arcade, a vintage one at that. He was sure that the games inside weren’t even played by their parents, this was more like their grandparents place to be. “You’re such a hipster.” He said as he walked by Jagger Wallace, looking for the first game he could kick Jagger’s ass at. 

[annarose-orchard]

[She walks in the Demeter cabin with a bunch of Christmas decorations in her arms] Jagger ? Are you here ?

[phoebe-hewitt]

Spill || Phoebe & Jagger

Phoebe was still shaken over the events that had transpired at that stupid neighborhood party. In a blink, she was in Jagger's car and in another she was being led into his house. So much was going through her mind, that she didn't even know which thought to linger on - Angel, Noah, her father, Alex, that fucking dragon. Pulling her jean clad legs up to her chest, she rested her chin on her knees and started talking. "Those fucking samples were made out of Mythics. That's what they're probably using the Mythics in the camps for."