#onamoonshadow

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@onamoonshadow starter from jack pearson

Jack came home, instantly loosening the tie that was now to tight around his neck. “It’s so damn hot out there.” He groaned, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His normally white dress shirt was almost see through, and his hair falling from its normal slicked place. “Rebecca?” He called out softly. 

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you’re not just my great love story,  rebecca.  you  ---  you were my BIG BREAK.  and our love story,  i know it may not feel like it right now,  but i promise you:  

                                                                IT’S JUST GETTING STARTED.

                                                                        @foundpurpose  &&  @onamoonshadow                                   independent jack pearson && rebecca pearson.                                                       by zanza  &&  by katie.

                                      (   NON-RP BLOGS DON’T REBLOG!   )

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     “kevin’s card is way better than mine.”  he brushed his fingers lightly over kevin’s mother’s day art on the pearson refrigerator, proudly hung up next to kate and randall’s with colorful magnets.  “i’m not a very good artist.”  he anxiously fiddled with the note he’d written out — barely any drawings at all, despite the teacher’s instructions — for rebecca inside his jacket pocket. he didn’t even know why he’d done it at all. she already had kids, and he wasn’t one of them. jess’s looked dumb next to kevin’s, anyway, just written-out words on a pretty plain page.    //    @onamoonshadow  /  mother’s day  ;  closed 

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@onamoonshadow continued from this

did he want to forget? no. was it easier to forget? yes. his sister. gone. ripped from him in an instant. he hadn’t known what he’d expected to hear when he answered the phone, but the last thing he ever thought he’d hear was that. “my... my sister... she died...” it is hard to get the words out, realising seconds later that it’s the first time he’s said it aloud, the first time he’s had to tell someone, someone that didn’t know. hand covering his eyes, he rubbed at them with rough fingers to stop the tears that were forming from falling.

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@onamoonshadow gets a thing bc i’m cryin

TENSION lingers heavily in the air  ---  hell, it lingers heavily in every inch of his body. he can feel it in his knuckles, curled into tight fists at his side   (   as if he’s channeling the WORST of his feelings into a single focal spot  ---  god,  what he wouldn’t do for a good sandbag to hit right about now   ).   he can feel it in his shoulders,  his stomach,  even down to his toes.  they’re both lucky and unlucky,  in a way  ---  with the kids out of the house,  there’s nothing,  really,  to hold anything back.  no fear of their children overhearing or witnessing one of the LESS THAN PERFECT moments in the marriage of jack and rebecca pearson.  part of him is prepared to leave;  to give his wife space.  to get some fresh air himself   (   and try not to end up at a bar somewhere,  drowning his pain,  yet again   ).   instead,  jack holds his ground.  he’d decided a long time ago,  that even at their worst,  AVOIDING his family wasn’t an option.  ISN’T.  it isn’t an option.   so he takes it,  the yelling,  even going as far as to yell back   (   though,  as always,  he restrains himself  ---  an adamant refusal to end up like his father echoing in his head,  even in a moment so filled with emotion   ).   this is normal,  he tells himself,  they’re JACK AND REBECCA,  but they’re also jack,  and rebecca.  two human beings who,  due to their LOVE and his own stubborn need to outrun his darkest feelings,  he sometimes forgets are human.  of course,  it’s all too clear in a moment like this,  as jack finally throws his arms open wide,  fists unclenching as he bursts out,  frustration filling each word,   “so WHAT do you want me to DO,  rebecca,  huh?   because i don’t know if i KNOW anymore,  okay?  i’m tryin’ here,  I AM.  a twelve for you,  i said it.  i haven’t forgotten it.  but lately?  i don’t even know what it MEANS to be a twelve!  i don’t!  so just  ---  just TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!”

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👥 ( i couldn't resist )

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dual promos!  //  @onamoonshadow

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     “talkin’ ‘bout private school makes mom sad...”  he offered that as explanation, sitting at the pearsons’ kitchen table staring down at his hands. jess knew it was too much when they brought it up to him first at school, then when randall got excited and told his parents because he could maybe have a friend at that new fancy school of his. he’d tried to keep it all from his mother, but the teacher called his house, even though he asked her not to.  “‘sides, it might not do any good, and then it’s just a waste of money.”  that was what frank, mom’s new boyfriend, said. just ‘cause he reads big ol’ books and thinks he’s somethin’ else don’t mean he is.    //     @onamoonshadow  /  ♥’d 

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💔 ( for jack )

2. My muse tells yours that they have a terminal illness.

He’d gone to the doctor for a check-up. He’d been more tired than usual and he’d been paler than usual. Miguel had been pressuring him. Randall had been pressuring him. Kate had pressured him. Rebecca have given him looks for the last few weeks, but he hadn’t been sure what they meant (and he still wasn’t entirely sure about the expression’s meaning). 

Jack figured his bill-of-health would come back. Hell, he’d survived Vietnam, a house fire, and a heart attack. Nothing could take him down. That didn’t seem to be the case. He’d gone. He’d gotten some bloodwork and some scans. He found out the truth. 

Somehow even with all those tests he was home before dinner time. “It smells amazing in here, Becca,” he said, kissing his wife on the neck. “What exactly are we having?”  

This was stalling. He knew it. She probably knew it. She seemed to know things before they happened. He probably should tell her. Maybe after supper? Probably not. “All that nagging from Miguel and the kids got me to go to the doc’s today,” he started. “And... Becca.... it’s not exactly good. I guess the smoke did something to me a couple years back and I’ve got cancer. Leukemia I think...”