#convojackson

[jcwaya-blog]

She pushed the door open to her’s and Jackson’s house. Thankfully the had pulled up close to the door, so it only took a few unsteady steps until she was safely inside. The plan was to get her medication and go, but she was so tired. The couch looked so welcoming and she couldn’t resist. JC laid down her coat and boots still on. She’d just lay here for one minute... Then she heard the front to door open again, it was dark out. “Jackson?” She said still half asleep.

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✉️ text message @

Jackson: stop calling me

Jackson: if you expect me to answer after tonight then you're fucking stupid

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♡ giggle giggle ♡

                    [ In a swift motion, Jackson has the [fe]male pinned against the brick wall of the alley, a small smirk of amusement playing on his moistened lips.

While his rough hands caressed her/his waist, his lips were placed near her/his ear before they moved as he spoke,  ]

                                ”Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, could you hm?”

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               [ Jackson stared at him/her with empty eyes, his usual shade of chocolate brown replaced by a slight duller shade of mocha. If there had been one thing that he should have learnt by now with the help of the disastrous memories of his past; it would be not to trust anyone. And yet, this careless and stubborn boy refused to learn. ]

                                           ”I.. I fucking trusted you.”

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(◡‿◡✿) ; jackson

            With his boy/girlfriend settled in between his legs, Jackson rested his chin on her/his shoulder with a pout. “I can’t believe you’re making me watch this stupid movie.” He grumbled, his mocha hues rolling at the television screen. “Who the hell still watches this movie? Besides it’s three hours long! With that amount of time, we could be doing something else,” He sighed[ before bringing her/his locks to the side, exposing her/his neck where] he pressed his lips at.

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drunk vega's // jackson & jason

"Jingle bells, jingle bells --- oh, wait! Bro, what's the next line?" Jackson yelled at his twin, stumbling around as he walked with the half empty bottle of vodka in his hands. Drunk. He was beyond drunk. He was fucking shit faced drunk. Bouncing and giggle, he started poking Jason who was standing next to him.

Jackson Vega; the hyper drunk.

Jason stood there with a blank expression, deep in thought about what was the next line of the popular Christmas song before he dropped to his knees, "I-I can't remember!" The male yelled before, one two three, breaking into sobs.

Jason Vega; the emotional drunk.

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-// jackson

                "We're not lost, I swear!" Are you sure, Jackson?

"--- Okay, we might be."  

           But who cares if you have someone you love by your side?

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cheater // jackson & marie

Jackson stayed seated on the couch, hand gripping tightly onto his phone as he waited for his girlfriend to get back from wherever the hell she was at. He regretted arguing with her, he regretted each and every word he said to hurt her. He regretted allowing the female to walk out of the door without even fighting for her. With a deep sigh, he hung his head low and tugged at his chestnut coloured hair.

He unlocked his phone, ready to give her another call which he hopes won't end up in her voicemail again only to greeted by a text message from someone he swore he would never expect to earn a text message from.

to: jackson vega you got a pretty fit girlfriend, vega. and i'm glad you're not that stingy to share her with me! thought it would only be fair if i were to send you a pic. [image attached]

Hesitantly, he opened the image attached to the message and all the doubts he had about the girl really being his girlfriend and on whether that fucker was just messing with his head disappeared  No doubt, that was his girlfriend in the picture. And, when he thought his heart could not be broken any further, it did. Gritting his teeth, he tossed his phone onto the other side of the couch.