#*˖ ⊹ jackson rhodes ☆ﾟ ( ft. giselle )

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*˖ ⊹       NOBODY  WAS  MORE  surprised  by  how  at  ease  jackson  felt  in  giselle’s  apartment  than  himself.  the  first  morning  he  stayed  until  the  darkness  had  faded,  when  the  sun  finally  peered  in  through  the  floral  curtains  and  crept  across  the  laminate  flooring  towards  them,  he  felt  as  though  he  was  trespassing  in  a  place  where  ghosts  weren’t  allowed.  at  any  second  he  thought  he  might  dissolve  into  the  air,  unworthy  of  being  anything  more  than  the  echo  of  a  person  in  her  safe  space.  now  the  walls  were  used  to  the  outline  of  his  shadow  as  he  wandered  the  same  path  past  the  bookshelves  crammed  full  of  worn  classics  and  psychology  texts  full  of  terms  he  didn’t  understand  and  into  the  small,  well-lit,  colour  coordinated  kitchen,  and  he  no  longer  felt  the  need  to  question  his  own  presence  beside  her.  instead,  he  whispered  curse  words  at  duchess  as  she  weaved  through  his  legs  and  swiped  at  his  ankles,  and  shook  off  the  remnants  of  fatigue,  far  more  preoccupied  with  the  harshness  of  the  spring  sunlight  against  his  eyes  then  whether  or  not  he  belonged  there.

     as  he  stepped  through  the  doorway  into  the  kitchen,  his  gaze  landed  on  giselle.  as  expected,  she  was  already  awake─  for  a  while,  he  assumed─  with  a  cup  of  untouched  tea  gone  cold  beside  her  and  her  stationary  scattered  across  the  kitchen  table.  jackson  looked  over  the  mess  once,  made  no  sense  of  it  at  all,  and  then  rubbed  at  his  tired  eyes.  “  ellie,  are  you  aware  it’s  a  sunday  ?  “  he  asked  her,  stifling  a  yawn  with  the  back  of  his  hand.  squinting  against  the  morning  light  towards  her  small  figure,  hunched  over  the  keyboard  of  her  laptop,  he  rested  his  head  against  the  doorframe. 

      “  ‘  and  on  the  seventh  day,  he  rested...  ‘  i  can’t  believe  you’re  actively  working  against  the  big  man  up  there  just  to  reply  to  your  emails.  you  know  he  can  be  a  bit  touchy,  right  ?  a  guy...─  being  ?  could  just  be  an  it,  i  guess─  “  his  brows  furrowed,  and  he  frowned,  briefly,  as  he  muddled  his  foggy,  half-awake  thoughts  with  his  own  semantics.  it  was  irrelevant  to  the  point  he  was  making  and  jackson  quickly  gave  up,  “  ─who  cares  THAT  much  about  polyester  and  pre-martial  sex  does  not  seem  like  the...  whatever  who  will  buy  ‘  i  just  needed  five  minutes  to  respond  !  ‘  as  repentance.  you  should  really  give  up  now  before  you  lose  out  on  eternal  paradise.  “  it  wasn’t  very  strong  in  the  first  place,  but  his  argument  grew  weaker  as  another  yawn  took  over,  so  he  abandoned  it,  stretching  his  arms  over  his  head.  pressing  with  his  shoulder  away  from  the  wall,  he  crossed  the  kitchen  towards  her.  he  smoothed  his  hand  over  her  shoulders  and  pressed  a  kiss  to  the  crown  of  her  head.  “  have  you  eaten  yet  ?  did  you  even  sleep  ?  “  /  GISELLE  (  @overwhlcmed​​  )

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*˖ ⊹      was  she  avoiding  him  ?  for  once,  the  roles in this situation  felt  reversed  :  every  time  jackson  thought  he  caught  sight  of  giselle,  moving  through  the  outskirts  of  the  crowd,  when  he  turned  his  head  in  that  direction  she  was  gone  again.  he  was  having  such  a  hard  time  nailing  her  down  that  he  had  even  braved  the  harsh  glare  of  gracelyn  bao  to  '  casually  '  confirm  giselle  was  even  there  (  she  had  told  him  she  would  be,  then  she  disappeared.  jackson  didn’t  feel  comfortable  with  how  much  he  cared. )  it  wasn’t  until  he  heard  her,  light  laugh  recognizable  even  among  the  grating, chattering  voices  in  his  ears,  that  he  found  her.  jackson  wasn't  trying  to  scare  her  this  time,  he  promised,  but  she  was  so  involved  in  the  conversation  with  the  man  behind  the  window  that  he  felt  bad  interrupting.  he  had also,  perhaps  naively,  assumed  he  would  get  some  warning  before  she  turned  around  and  collided  directly  into  him,  but  he  didn’t.  they  knocked  together  and  there  was  a  moment  where  jackson  reached  out  to  steady  her,  but  giselle,  always  two  steps  ahead  of  any  situation,  was  already  ducking  down  to  prod  at  the  treat  she'd  just  dropped.  his  hands  fell  to  hide  in  the  pockets  of  his  shorts,  his  head  tilting  to  the  side  as  he  watched  her  babble–  scooping  up  the  ice  cream  with  her  hands.  it  slowly  became  obvious  that  she  didn't  realize  who  she  had  walked  into  (  which  was  a  little  funny  and  a  lot  endearing  )  so  he  waited  in  patient,  amused  silence.  "  that'll  melt  before  you  find  a  bag.  why  are  you  trying  to  clean  it  off  the  pavement  ?  it's pavement. "  he  asked  finally,  biting back a laugh and following  her  with  his  eyes  as  she  stood.  without  hesitation,  he  reached  out  to  take  a  careful  hold  of  her  wrists,  his  fingers  avoiding  the  sticky  remnants  of  her  lost  ice  cream  that  dripped  down  them.  there  was  no  hiding  the  amusement  on  his  face  as  he  looked  her  over,  before  turning  her  wrists  in  his  hands  to  show  her  the  mess  that  lingered  as  well.  "  what  changes  things  if  i  go  with  you  ?  i  think  if  i  let  you  go  over  there  alone  again  you'll  get  roped  into  another  twenty  minute  conversation  with  mr.  rogers  and  you’ll  just  have  another  repeat  of  this.  "  his  eyebrows  jumped  on  his  forehead  as  he  nodded  towards  her  hands  once  more.

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☁️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ─────────────         giselle   wanted   her   arrival   to   be   a   surprise;   responding   to   jackson's   messages   about   it   with   half-certainties   and   vague   answers   about   work   but   '   i'll   try   !   '.   she   was   a   terrible   liar,   so   she   opted   to   keep   her   answers   short   and   then   placed   her   placed   her   phone   in   a   drawer,   distracting   herself   with   actual   work,   before   she   could   breakdown   and   ask   if   he   just   wanted   to   go   together.   the   plan   was   to   go   unnoticed   long   enough   that   she   could   pick   them   up   some   ice   cream,   approaching   him   confidently   by   saying   something   like   '   something   sweet   for   my   sweet   !   '   without   fumbling   !   but   it   seemed   she   wasn't   going   to   get   the   chance.   she   had   got   roped   into   another   conversation   with   the   ice   cream   truck   owner   (   he   was   talking   about   why   summer   was   his   favorite   time   of   the   year,   it   felt   rude   to   turn   away   from   him   !   ).   by   the   time   she   was   backing   away   from   his   truck,   saying   goodbye   and   issuing   promises   to   follow   his   foodstagram,   there   was   ice   cream   melting   down   the   side   of   her   hands.   the   collision   with   the   man   behind   her   solicited   a   quick   yelp   of   surprise   and   the   treats   tumbled   to   the   sand.   ❝   oh   no   !   ❞   she   exclaimed,   a   frown   present   on   her   features,   her   body   leaning   down   instinctively   to   clean   up   the   mess.   ❝   i'm   really   sorry   i   wasn't   looking   where   i   was   going.   i'm   such   a   clutz...──   i'm   also   really   sorry   again   to   ask,   but   do   you   have   a   bag   on   you   ?   ❞   she'd   been   scooping   up   the   ice   cream   and   sand   into   one   easy   pile   when   she   looked   up   and   realized   the   man   she'd   been   speaking   to   was   the   man   she   was   trying   to   surprise.   ❝   oh   no...   ❞   she   said   again,   this   time   with   more   of   a   whine   as   she   stood   up.   ❝   this   was   meant   to   be   a   surprise...───   can   we   have   a   redo   ?   i'll   clean   this   up,   you   go   back   where   you   were,   i'll   get   more   ice   cream   for   us   and   we   can   just   have   a   do   over,   and   it'll   be   sweet,   and   cute,   and   nice   like   it   was   meant   to   be.   but   you   have   to   work   on   your   surprised   face.   ❞

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*˖ ⊹     “  you  know,  for  a  monster,  you  dress  up  nice.  i  bet  you  could  trick  those  stupid  judges  on  those  stupid  cat  shows  into  believing  you  weren’t  from  hell.  “  jackson  muttered  around  the  end  of  the  cat  brush  that  he  had  briefly  placed  between  his  teeth  as  he  tied  the  little  pink  bandana  around  duchess’  neck.  it  was  probably  the  most  ridiculous  thing  in  his  apartment.  the  tiny  pink  fabric  decorated  with  hearts  of  white  and  red  was  the  antithesis  of  everything  that  jackson  seemed  to  stand  for,  yet  the  moment  he’d  seen  it,  a  little  lightbulb  had  gone  off  in  his  brain.  like  everything  else  in  his  meaningless  existence,  it  had  immediately  made  him  think  of  giselle.  admittedly,  he  was  a  little  self-conscious  about  the  small  bag  that  perched  on  the  middle  of  his  table,  and  he  was  trying  to  make  up  for  it.  he  already  knew  what  sami  was  doing  for  grace.  bowie  was  being  swept  away,  and  while  he  couldn’t  drag  the  details  out  of  her  (  yet  ),  he  knew  she  wasn’t  easily  impressed.  but  those  grand  displays  weren’t  the  kind  of  person  that  jackson  was,  nor  were  they  the  kind  of  person  he  would  ever  be.  he  was  too  quiet,  too  inside-his-own-head  for  any  sort  of  over-the-top  gesture  to  feel  genuine,  and  with  giselle  he  always  wanted  to  be  genuine.

not  to  mention  he  wasn’t  even  completely  sure  what  him  and  giselle  were.  labels  like  ‘ ��girlfriend  ‘  felt  a  little  too  real,  a  little  too  intimidating,  but  they  clearly  weren’t  nothing  anymore.  was  it  fair  to  do  something  grandiose  when  he  still  hadn’t  been  able  to  bring  himself  to  admit  to  his  friends  that  they  were  dating?  he  hid  behind  small  gestures,  private  moments,  because  it  was  easier  to  do  that  then  put  his  emotions  openly  on  display.  he  wasn’t  scared  of  giselle  anymore─  or,  at  least,  he  wasn’t  as  scared  of  her  as  he  had  been─  but  the  world  itself  still  frightened  jackson.  her  entire  being  was  one  big  weak  spot.  opening  up  their  personal  lives  for  others  to  see  was  like  willingly  painting  a  big  target  on  his  back.  even  if  it  upset  giselle  (  he  knew  it  did,  even  if  she  didn’t  say  it  ),  he  wasn’t  brave  enough  to  make  the  jump  into  vulnerability.  “  oh─  for  fuck’s  sake.  “  he  cussed  under  his  breath  as  there  was  a  rasping  at  the  door,  duchess  bolting  from  where  she’d  been  sitting  pretty  on  the  table  startling  him  and  causing  him  to  drop  the  brush  onto  the  floor  with  a  clang.  kicking  it  aside,  he  poked  his  head  out  of  the  kitchen,  calling  towards  the  door.  “  it’s  open.  you─  you  do  know  you  don’t  have  to  knock  anymore,  right?  nobody  else  does.  it’s  like  one  of  those  revolving  doors  you  see  at  the  bank.  “  he  made  a  spinning  motion  with  his  hands,  before  he  tucked  them  into  the  pockets  of  his  jeans.  “  but  um─  hi.  happy  birthday.  “  /  GISELLE  ( @overwhlcmed​ )

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closed starter for GISELLE ( @overwhlcmed​​ ) location: jackson’s apartment… night time… chilly outside 🙂

˖ ✧ ★ ────────────   IT WAS DIFFICULT TO RECONCILE WITH THE IDEA THAT GISELLE HAD BEEN BACK IN HIS LIFE FOR A LITTLE OVER A YEAR NOW. it simultaneously felt like he had never left, and yet like it had only been a few weeks since she’d approached him in the corridors of her office building and he’d left more scars on her heart. things had changed, drastically, since last christmas, but they also felt exactly the same. the boundary line had shifted– away from the shy glances and soft touches that had constituted an uncertain something before, and instead towards the witty quips and easygoing closeness that defined a comfortable something now– but it was still there. despite the cracks that had formed, allowing them both to see between the bricks of the walls around his heart, they were still standing. the ghosts of the past still haunted them– from stanford to their reconciliation to the apology text message lighting up his phone on his birthday. the guilt stayed firm, keeping him from letting go entirely. it reminded him that no matter how perfect the moments seemed, HE wasn’t. his jagged edges could be covered with cloth for the time being, but it was only a matter of time before he mishandled them and accidentally cut her open in the process. 

        his resolve was crumbling, though ; the comfort with his solitude was like a long dead civilization. the longer they lived in this blissful false reality they had created, the easier it was for jackson to believe that the ghosts clinging to his shoulders could be shaken off. his past didn’t matter. the person he was, the people they were, didn’t matter. what mattered was this moment– watching giselle as she worked at stringing up a single strand of christmas lights around his kitchen window, his chin resting against his knuckles and the untouched tea now cold on the table in front of him. she hadn’t done much, just the lights and a stocking for dutchess hanging up behind the door ( something giselle insisted on for her, not him ), but it was more than jackson might have relented for anybody else. despite his complaints, looking at it now, they looked nice– though it was more than just the aesthetics. it was a reminder that he wasn’t entirely alone this year, that while last year she had only been comfortable decorating her space, this year things were better. maybe time did heal old wounds. his gaze only shifted away from giselle when duchess came barreling into the room, skittering across the fake tiles after the end of the wires that were dangling around giselle’s legs. it was then that he pulled himself from his half-asleep, dreamy daze and made any effort to move. 

       shifting from his seat, he picked her up from the floor, before dropping the little white cat onto the kitchen table. she offered him only a meow of protest, before her attention shifted towards hunting a pencil that was hiding in between the piles of books and screws and half-finished coffee mugs. jackson turned his own towards giselle. trying to stifle a yawn, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hindering her movement entirely ; then he rested his chin against the crown of her head, and squinted at the new decoration ( probably the first new thing to enter the apartment since he had moved in. ) “ what is it about the sparkly little lights that say ‘ christ ‘ for people ? “ he questioned suddenly, raising one of his hands to gesture towards the lights. there was a sureness now in the way he crossed into her personal space ; although he was still poised to run like a startled animal, it was leaps and bounds from where they had been at this point a year ago : afraid that eyes lingering too long was crossing a boundary that they hadn’t discussed. now the way she leaned back into him felt comfortable, natural. in the quiet of his own apartment, there was no need for warning sirens. he was content to just be with her– no complications needed. “ granted– i’ve never read the bible, but i have a feeling that john, peter, mark and paul would not have included these on their list of birthday decorations for babies. sheep, though ? that was a necessity. “

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📸 i know this bitch dont take pictures but pretend hoe jackson and giselle

jackson's camera roll → giselle ( @overwhlcmed )

so like, theoretically, if he had photos of giselle, these would be the kinds that he had. . . not featured being all of the stupid pictures she takes with dutchess.

send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

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“ tell me, frankly ── have you ever loved ? “

                                                         “ ── let us not touch on old wounds not yet healed. “

                                                   ( @overwhlcmed )

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*     can i go where you go? :: jackson & giselle ( @overwhlcmed )​

001. lover — taylor swift

ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? with every guitar string scar on my hand, i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover. my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you. swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover. and you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, and at every table, i'll save you a seat.

002. pretty boy — the neighbourhood

even if my heart stops beating, you're the only thing i need, ooh, with me. even if the earth starts shaking, you're the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me. even if the sky's on fire, got you here, it's alright, ooh, with me. and if it's all over, i'm taking this moment, ooh, with me.

003. dandelions — ruth b

i think that you are the one for me 'cause it gets so hard to breathe. when you're looking at me, i've never felt so alive and free. when you're looking at me, i've never felt so happy. and i've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. and i'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine.

004. breathe — lauv

i found new york laying in your arms. we'll melt into the bedroom floor. never knew i'd stay for so long, and this truth cuts. not through one, but both not through one, but both of us. but it's deeper if i hold on, and it's killing me, me to say "i'm fine, " "i'm fine". 

005. preacher man — the driver era

i'm down on my knees. yeah, i'm paranoid. don't wanna repeat what i did before. i wanna believe that there's something more. i wanna believe. hey, mr. preacher man. i've been playing with a heart like a violin. i've been stumbling through the door after 6:00 a.m.. fix my soul so i don't lose a love again

006. paris in the rain — lauv

i look at you now and i want this forever. i might not deserve it but there's nothing better. don't know how i ever did it all without you. my heart is about to, about to jump out of my chest. feelings they come and they go, that they do. feelings they come and they go, not with you.

007. dress — taylor swift

all of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation. my hands are shaking from holding back from you ( ah, ah, ah ). all of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting. my hands are shaking from holding back from all this ( ha, ha, ha, ha ). say my name and everything just stops. i don't want you like a best friend. only bought this dress so you could take it off. take it off ( ha, ha, ha ). carve your name into my bedpost ‘cause i don't want you like a best friend. only bought this dress so you could take it off. take it off ( ha, ha, ha, ha )

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The act of a person unzipping someones gown, taking off their necklace, undoing a ribbon, etc is inherently romantic. This is not open for debate.

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closed starter for GISELLE ( @overwhlcmed ) location: boo boo the fool’s apartment <3 ​

◦ 「 ☆ 」 ────────────  IT WAS STRANGE to feel lonely. of course, jackson had always been lonely, always known it was himself against the world, always acknowledged the dull aching in his chest that simply wished for someone, anyone, to help fill the never-healing void, but he never really felt the effects of it. for the most part it was an omni-present fact ; he learned to live with it until it became something he barely processed. it was part of him. but while he ignored ─ avoided ─ didn’t talk to giselle, it made it’s presence known in a way that hadn’t been there before. there was now a constant voice in the back of his head repeating things back to him. it reminded him that giselle would have laughed at the joke that he overheard standing on the subway station ; that duchess looked real weird in that moment, like the kind of picture she might have sent him ; that his apartment seemed awfully quiet, and his bed rather empty, without a second body there to fill the space. no matter how short it had been, her sudden absence was felt in every part of his life.

        he needed time to think. to collect his thoughts. to figure out what the next step from here was ─ they couldn’t do that again ( couldn’t they ? ) because it was a bad idea ( was it ? ) but he didn’t want to let go of her friendship ( were they really friends ? would they be able to continue to be friends after this ? his heart was doubtful, but his mind was adamant they had to be. ) ─ this was true, and he had been doing a lot of thinking since he’d closed her apartment door behind him days ago. but mostly, jackson was scared. he was scared of how easy it had been for him to completely disregard all logic the moment that giselle had been close. he was scared of how fast he had felt his heart beating. he was scared of the myriad of new ways that had opened for him to hurt her ─ and he was scared that he was already doing it.

         the weirdness that he had created between them was brand new, even if the way that his breathing stopped every time he saw her was just the same. thirteen years ago, jackson never really cared about the consequences of his actions. he didn’t know the ways he was capable of hurting people. he also didn’t know he loved giselle ─ the two of them had been comfortably trapped inside a make-shift reality that they never spoke about, and then the bubble had burst. now, however ? years of experience had taught him that you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks. it didn’t matter how hard he tried to be good. it didn’t matter how much he knew he loved her. he fucked things up, even without meaning too. he was a self-fulfilling prophecy with no happy ending. this knowledge plagued him and shadowed every interaction, and thus every vulnerability he had extended towards her had been viciously ripped back in an attempt to save them both. 

       yet shaking her out of his mind wasn’t so easy this time. he had felt the ripples of pain that echoed through his body when he’d first packed up and left stanford, but he was able to compartmentalize those thoughts. new giselle was like a parasite that had wormed her way into every thought. he snapped at duchess, at declan, and at just about anyone else who was unfortunate enough to get in his way. he felt guilty for not staying, while simultaneously he felt guilty for letting it happen in the first place. he couldn’t ignore her this time. impulsivity had lead him to her door, just like the first time, with a dinner offer, also like the first time. part of him was expecting her to chase him off. the other part was hoping she would invite him in. pretending had worked this far, right ? 

         “ hi ─ um, hi. “ his words sputtered out all together, like he had rehearsed what to say and then forgot the moment she opened the door and he saw her ( he had ). “ these are for you. “ the bundle of daisies he was holding was unceremoniously shoved at her ; he wanted to move past it, and quickly, acknowledging the flowers without acknowledging the why. the way he skirted around the elephant in the room was awkward, and he was very obviously out of his element ─ odd, considering this hadn’t been the first time that he’d appeared from the land of ghosts to reinsert himself into the timeline once more ( but this was the first time it mattered. ) his gaze then briefly jumped down to the paper bag, and he held it up slightly. “ this is for you, too ─ well, on a technicality, it’s for both of us, but if you were somehow planning on eating all this food on your own i’d just let you have it just to see you try. “ he looked back to her, nervously running his tongue against the inside of his cheek and rocking back on his heels. “ i was just ─ i was in the neighbourhood, and i ─ well i hoped you weren’t working late, but your lights were on from outside. not that i was explicitly looking at your window ! ─ this hole just keeps getting deeper. i’m going to stop talking now. “ 

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closed starter for GISELLE ( @overwhlcmed​ ) location: jackson’s apartment ? grace is throwing hands if he was at her apartment so this is the best we’re gonna get.

     ★. ── jackson had never once celebrated valentine’s day. even on the years where he was technically obligated too, his time matched with ‘ girlfriends ‘ ( in the loosest sense of the term ), he would spew some nonsense about capitalism and the ploy to sell flowers and chocolate and leave it at that. it wasn’t that he was really anti-romance ( though he claimed he was, if someone were to breeze through the worn novels that made up half the clutter in his apartment, they would see plenty of underlined quotes that would prove him otherwise ) ; just that the concept of a day where you were obligated to make showy displays of affection to prove your love to other people felt ridiculous. he refused to participate, having never quite grown out of the the immature, stick-it-to-the-man attitude that he had developed in high school ── and because if love was real ( like he quietly wished it was ), then surely it wouldn’t be the kind of thing that was only celebrated once a year. 

        it made sense, though, that giselle would be born on the one day that was officially dedicated to bouquets of red roses and pink boxes full of chocolate and all the things the every day person associated with love. she was so full of adoration and hope for the world that it could be seen spilling out of her all the time ( so had giovanni, although his manifested itself in a different, less obvious way ) and when someone learned that her birthday coincided with february 14th it always seemed to just click. it also worked out that jackson didn’t have to ask much more than what she was doing on her birthday. it was a perfect excuse when luvena or bowie had questions for him that he didn’t know how to answer ── she had visited him, after all. it would be rude to not return the favour. 

     there were implications between them now. the longer time went on, the harder it was getting for jackson to plaster the label of “ friends “ on whatever the hell him and giselle were doing when asked by other people. it was easy, at first, to brush off every encounter with light excuses that gave no hint at what was actually happening under the surface. but now, months down the line, they were still pretending, and every time they did things got more and more dangerous. it was getting easier and easier for jackson to ignore the guilty conscious that told him to pull away when they were lingering too close to each other. 

       “ oh ── that’s, um, that’s for you, by the way, “ at a momentary pause in conversation, jackson jerked his chin towards a plainly ( and poorly ── he hoped she wouldn’t look too closely at the seams ) wrapped box sitting to the side of his table. he was hoping that giselle wouldn’t ask too many questions ── that she would unwrap the book and the shitty little usb and that would be the end of it, until she was by herself and could find the old photos tucked inside the pages and the recordings and jackson wouldn’t have to answer for them. he spent an embarrassing amount of time re-learning chords and parts for songs he wasn’t even sure that she still liked, and talking about it was dancing a little too close to talking about the invisible line that they kept blatantly stepping over. without looking up from the carrot he’d been cutting, he shrugged his shoulders, acting ( in typical jackson rhodes fashion ) as though it didn’t mean anything. “ you don’t have to open it now. it’s not anything important. i just didn’t want to forget. “ 

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closed starter for EZRA ( @pinkpcnyclub ) location: spooky woods

˖ ✧ ★ ────────────   “ BOO ! “ jackson had gotten good enough at blending into the background of these kinds of things so that people didn’t pay much attention to him. he was grateful. he didn’t want the attention, usually, considering his game of standing back and acting the supporting role to those who did ( his brother, giovanni, luvena, sami ). and while some might have considered that boring, jackson thought otherwise— because when nobody paid any attention to you, it was easy to do this. reaching his hand out, he had grabbed a hold of ezra as the other man was wandering alone through the trees. he had followed him over here with the intention to scare him. he’d been amping the monsters in the trees up the whole afternoon ; if anything to just give ezra one good fright before the end of the evening. mean ? maybe. but once a pesky older brother, always a pesky older brother — even if he had no contact with those who were actually his family anymore and instead made the likes of bowie and lu and ezra deal with it. “ i’m surprised you’re still here. everyone’s been talking about ghosts and ghouls all night, once i lost you i was convinced you were a goner. “ he reached out to ruffle ezra’s hair out of place, before something clearly dawned across his features. he pointed his finger in towards ezra’s chest. “. . . but then again, i also saw your little freak friend around here too. i didn’t put two and two together until now, but makes sense how you’re still alive, if you were trailing your feet after them all night. any demonic cults out here would know they would be getting their hands full with that one. “

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Mädchen Amick and Dana Ashbrook as Shelly Johnson and Bobby Briggs TWIN PEAKS: Demons (1990)

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LENNY BRUCE & MIDGE MAISEL The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, “How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?”

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GILMORE GIRLS | HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY (3x18)