#jackney

[kukvy]

Porfa, que alguien dibuje esto pero Versión Rolleige/Flonei/Jacknei o cualquier vrga, pero porfa, necesito ver a Neige con una pollera

😭😭😭😭😭PORFAVOR, NEIGE PANAMEÑO 😭😭😭😭😭

[jackedspicer]

sid no

[homesickstars]

anyway sidney petersen is in love with jack vernon and that’s just the tea

[dani-camp]

“you can’t save me from this.”

it was so, so hard for laney to pretend to be okay. she was so embarrassed, so ashamed, so much less than she'd pretended to be. and it was only gonna get worse from there, even the doctors had said so this time.

he'd come over a few times since that day, when she'd stumbled into the sun for the first time in her life, but he'd been turned away on account of the constant flow of medical personnel and social callers and laney's deteriorating mental state. she hated the flowers and the apologies and the pity, especially since it was all her fault. she'd kept her secrets, she'd pretended she was normal for far too long, and now she was dying. and it was her own fault.

this time, he was sitting on the steps leading up to her porch long after sundown, his face stony and unreadable. the silence stretched and pulled as she slowly stepped outside, slid the door closed, sat a couple steps above him and crossed her arms over her chest. "i'm sorry," she said begrudgingly, like someone was forcing her to. he didn't say anything back.

"i lied to you and i'm not who you thought i was and i fucked up, and i'm sorry." she leaned forward just a little, to try to get a glimpse of his face. stone. she so wanted him to say or do something, be her soulmate, and make this all make sense. but it was better that he didn't. because dying in front of him would be the only thing that could make this worse. "this should probably just end here." she said, her voice sounding detached to her own ears, like it wasn't something she'd been practicing in her head for days.

part of her thought he would agree. she'd already put him through the wringer, and there was really nothing good ahead, and there never had been. but he was also stubborn.

"you can't save me from this," he replied.

another long silence as laney tried to think of a reply through her heartbeat pounding in her ears. she did not want to say goodbye to him. she did not want to be the trauma that kept him awake at night.

"i love you," she whispered as her eyelashes flicked tears onto her cheeks, which flowed after a sob rose to her lips. she was glad he couldn't really see her right then. "there's not gonna be a happy ending for us, but there might be for you, just..." she choked a bit on her words and stood, her palms bracing on her thighs for balance and stepped up to the porch. "if i love you, i need to do right by you for once. i don't want to tell you what to do or how to feel anymore. but i really think you should just go and not come back."

[adc-writes]

“ you’re like a forbidden fruit when i can’t touch you ~ kind of sexy ”

Character: Jackson Collins

Despite the noise in the bar and people attempting to get his attention Jackson heard Laney’s voice perfectly clear and the dim lights did little to hide the blush on his neck. She always had a deep effect on him and even after weeks of not hearing from her it felt exactly the same as it did when they first met. In an attempt to hide his irritation at how easily he could be pulled into her aura he continued cleaning the bar in front of him and gave her a polite smile as he let himself take her in slowly. 

He’d been on the beach with some friends when he’d bumped into Liam and the boy had casually mentioned how Laney hadn’t been doing great, but when Jackson offered to go and visit the girl Liam set him with a weird look and told him not to worry. The secretive nature of the O’Neil siblings had annoyed him enough that he tried to forget about the situation but it hadn’t stopped him hovering by his window, his eyes fixated on the bedroom across the way.

What they went through couldn’t exactly be described as a breakup -- it was mutually agreed that they should probably end the casual thing they had before one of them (Jackson) ended up having their feelings hurt (more). He had kind of been hoping to salvage a friendship from it but his jealousy was unjustified and her affinity for disappearing for days on end irked him and before he knew it almost an entire month had passed without talking. 

Not that he was counting. 

(Not that he knew the date of the last text he sent. Which she read but didn’t reply to.)

“Only kind of?” He questioned, pushing any resentment from his tone and he counted it as a win when she laughed softly and nodded. There was a look of confusion in her eyes at him being behind the bar and he looked to the side nervously, giving her a shrug. “Dad lost a few hours at work so I’ve picked up a second job. It’s easier since my nights are free now.”

As always Laney had a look on her face that seemed like she wanted to tell him something, like she wanted to say more, like she was ready to let him know more than she ever told him before but then she busied herself looking through the cocktail menu and he rolled his eyes. “What are you going to make me?”

It was amazing how smooth she could act like nothing was wrong; how she could pretend like this wasn’t the first time they’d spoken in forever; like Liam definitely didn’t tell her he bumped into him on the beach while he was on a date. Part of him knew it was because he was sure she didn’t miss him half as much as he missed her when they didn’t speak but it was easy to forget that when she gave him that cheeky smile and her eyes brightened just enough to keep his attention. 

He set about making her a Long Island Iced Tea, mostly because it amused him that the majority of alcohol in it was from her families own label, and he laughed at the look in her eye. “I’m not sleeping with you tonight,” he told her firmly but by the way her smiled widened he knew he had failed to convince either of them. They both knew that they’d probably go home together, even though he knew he’d get attached, even though they knew she wouldn’t. But, really, when she looked like that he couldn’t be blamed could he? “Get that forbidden thing out of your head right now.”

[kukvy]

AJAJAJA, QUIEN SHIPEA A DOS PERSONAJES QUE NI SE CONOCEN😹😹😹⁉️ OBVIO QUE YO

gente, como le deberíamos de poner al ship? Jackeige o Jacknei

[jackedspicer]

jackney without their JACKet (HA) & sketches from the sidelines n stuff

[homesickstars]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Under Pressure (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Vernon/Sidney Petersen Characters: Jack Vernon, Sidney Petersen Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Denial of Feelings, Scientific Review of Feelings, Drug Use, whoops first fic for the show is a crack fic, but i love both their voices so naturally they must love each other, also why doesn't ao3 have a category for nbs Summary:

Sidney attempts to quantify their feelings, while Jack recovers and sincerely tries their patience.

[dani-camp]

“   it   was   nice   to   hear   your   voice   again  .   ”

new york, new york 1924

when delaney o’neill and jackson collins first laid eyes on each other, laney smelled of chanel no. 5 and wore a cocktail dress of the deepest red. jackson sported a shirt collar flecked with blood and was possibly concussed. they both had a small gathering of people around them at the time, jackson’s mostly consisting of supporters while laney’s mostly consisted of protectors. they both had to be shaken out of their gaze upon one another. 

as her father began his tour of the nightclub with the owner, their two bodyguards were forced to separate and in the ensuing chaos of the dancefloor, laney was able to find herself unguarded. she used her few moments of freedom to find him again, sidling up to him just as he’d officially had way too many drinks, enough that he wasn’t even that shy at all, talking to a girl that was so dangerously out of his league. this was further proven as she spoke her name to him and allowed him to press his bruised lips to her knuckles, explaining all of the guards from before. her father was a famous wealthy bootlegger, known for supplying the best irish whiskey in new york city, and in a highly-publicized war with another wealthy bootlegger. what she was doing in a black and tan nightclub unaccompanied on a saturday night, he had no clue. she told him her father was thinking of buying the place from mr. johnson for use as his own personal speakeasy. she wondered why his pretty face was so banged up and also why all of his friends seemed so happy about it. he said it was because he’d been in a fight, a boxing fight, and he’d won and it was supposedly a very big deal in the world of boxing. 

 she only had enough time to congratulate him and press an air-light kiss to his cheek before her guard was there, pointedly saying that her father needed her right away, and laney let herself be lead away cheerfully. jackson wasn’t sure if it was just because of the head injury or all of the alcohol he’d been drinking, but he couldn’t stop thinking of laney. couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. he knew he wasn’t supposed to, but that just made him think of her more. he had the strangest feeling that he would just feel better if he could be near her again. laney was the same, but laney was always like this with whatever new boy she’d convinced herself she was in love with. so no one thought much of it.

 mercifully, it was only a few weeks later when their paths crossed, at a summer’s end party known to include all of new york city’s biggest celebrities. apparently a bootlegger’s socialite daughter and a rising boxing star counted. they spent the entire party at one another’s sides, their relief at being near each other making them delirious. there were quick declarations, many successful attempts at hiding her from her seeking guard, frenzied kisses in dark corners, and a short blind eye in the newspaper the next morning titled the boxer and the bachelorette documenting it all. thankfully, laney’s father doesn’t bother himself too much with prejudice to deny laney anything she truly wanted, as long as jackson wasn’t a danger to laney. and it was clear jackson was what laney wanted, always wishing she were at his side and on his mind. the question of danger was looming but unknown. laney’s mother talked him into welcoming jackson into their lives, always happy to indulge laney. 

 the two shared a few months of happiness only occasionally touched with occasional threat to laney and her family’s lives, the ever-so-often news articles implying that laney was somehow less pure because she loved jackson, that jackson must’ve been beating her to make her stay with him. on the contrary, it was laney who talked him out of every doubt, reassuring him that she’d go crazy if she were ever separated from him. when he asked her how long they could possibly last, she only quelled him with irresistible kisses. it was only when someone sent a threatening message to jackson’s aunt and cousins that laney started maybe considering that maybe there perhaps was no future for them after all. 

 fearing the day they both accepted this, laney began to sneak out to spend her nights with jackson, too. it’s the calmest laney’s ever felt in her life, being as close to him as she possibly could. they thought they’d been careful enough--only sneaking laney in and out of jackson’s apartment in harlem under the cover of night-- but were undeniably not. on that following sunday, there’s a new blind item titled the deflowering of delaney--”hardly a blind item, and what the hell kind of editor let him print this garbage?” exclaimed her father in his brash irish accent. 

 then laney is really sick one night, feverish and hysterical. the wealthy doctor next door is rushed to her bedside and liam forces jackson out of the sprawling mansion, the guards in the guard towers peering down to make sure he listened. and for the first time, laney began to wish for jackson to leave her side. she says it herself, saying she just needs some time to herself for awhile, but her voice is so heartbroken when she says it. “haven’t you ever noticed that laney sometimes spends all day in bed?” sabrina says, “and then wants everyone to go skinny-dipping the next day? this is just that again.” but he’s not welcome there anymore, he can feel it. somehow they must’ve crossed a line, angered her family beyond repair without knowing it. it’s not helped by the men who start following him around, start threatening to break certain bones if he doesn’t tell them everything he knows about the liquor stores hidden somewhere within the o’neill grounds.

 he makes one last bid for her to tell him what’s really going on, because it doesn’t look like being away from him is doing her any good. she only tells him she’s decided that he was right after all, they couldn’t possibly last and he better move on with the rest of his life now. but she’s so pale and so angry when she says it. their break-up takes up half a page on page six, reeking of naked relief at their parting, simply stating that jackson and laney were just two very different people who might fare better if they stuck with people they had more in common with. thankfully, it’s enough to convince the o’neill’s enemies to loosen their grip on his neck, but he could still feel it there. 

jackson didn’t sleep for weeks, and laney was never photographed straying from her family’s sprawling grounds. it doesn’t matter, because laney’s father is shot to death in his bed by his rival, the rest of the o’neills held at gunpoint and bound until the rival made a clean escape. laney was sent to a sanitorium before she could attend her father’s funeral, sources citing that she was absolutely beside herself with grief and fear for her life. jackson was there, had sat in the back, and after the proceedings, sabrina confessed that the newspapers didn’t know the whole story, and neither did he. he just needed to trust that laney was more heartbroken than he could possibly know. 

 jackson stayed away so laney’s heart could mend. she left the sanitorium but still stayed home for awhile, then only emerged with a new man on her arm, a former bodyguard. and maybe it was only cruel wishful thinking, but jackson never saw her photographed smiling or blushing like she had with him once upon a time. he climbed as high as his success could take him, then wrote and published several stories. he’d tried to hide it, but everyone who’d ever met laney and read jackson’s books knew it sang of his yearning for her, the protagonist’s love interests always smelling of chanel no. 5 and wearing red. laney got engaged. jackson received a wedding invitation in the mail, but a few days later, an apologetic laney called to tell him it’d been an accident. well, not an accident, a prank. “i’m sorry, i think he just meant to brag. everyone always brings you up around him, you know.” jackson stutteringly promises to be at her wedding if she wants him to be there. she’s silent for a long time, sharply inhales, and says, “i don’t.” she seems to be in pain when she admits that she has to hang up.

 “it was nice to hear your voice again,” jackson politely interjects, still winded from hearing it in the first place. “oh, it was so nice hearing yours, too.” 

 the newspaper never mentions them again. but that’s just because they’re the most careful they’ve ever been, not even her husband knows. outside of the sex, it’s nothing like it was before. laney never really made more than small talk with him, all tense like she was afraid of saying too much. his story characters began to fall in love with kind of girl she’d been at age nineteen and not as she was at twenty-nine. he admits to her one night, “i think whatever happened between us when we were kids was true love, but i think we missed it. too many things went wrong or too many people were wrong and now it’s gone.” laney began to cry because she agreed. “it hurts too much to be around you and remember it all. but it hurts to be away from you, too, to wonder if you’re okay.” they decide they better do it, so they can heal and be happy with the spouses they’ve got.

the last he hears of her is in the newspaper, in the obituaries, having died in a sweep of tuberculosis just before a vaccine is made ready. he stops writing, drinks o’neill whiskey everyday to honor her.

it still hurts to be away from her.

[adc-writes]

❛   [ name ]   told   you  i   was  bad   for   you?   ❜

Character: Jackson Collins

Jackson knew if he turned his head to look at her he’d give in so he simply didn’t. Above them the stars burned brightly in the sky, each little pinprick of light fascinating in different ways to the young couple laying on the hood of an expensive black Jeep.

They were past the stages of pining and hurt--(mostly, anyway. Some nights he still stood at his window until his eyes were so tired he couldn’t focus, just to see if she’d appear at hers.)--and deep into a friendship he couldn’t quite place. There was always something more with them and she respected him enough that when he told her he couldn’t do the ‘sleeping together and with other people’ thing she let him move on. Admittedly even now he couldn’t really stomach the thought of someone else’s hands on her. Though but he kept his mouth shut about that, completely aware of his own hypocrisy if he did say anything and not willing to fall into that argument.

“She didn’t say you were bad for me. She’s just intimidated by how close we are or something,” he murmured. As soon as the conversation was brought up he regretted it. He had been hoping for Laney to joke with him, laugh at the fact the girl he was kind-of dating was trying to imply there was something between him and Laney, but she didn’t. She’d put her mask of indifference on which had annoyed him initially but her words were giving her confusion away. “She said she didn’t like how late we stay out and, you know, she doesn’t smoke or really drink much so her opinion doesn’t count. It doesn’t mean she thinks you’re bad for me.”

Finally he turned to look at her and really wished he hadn’t. Laney always looked good in the moonlight; shadows played across her face perfectly and it made her eyes glitter and her lips seem softer. She was hypnotic, which didn’t really help when he was trying to convince three people he wasn’t completely and utterly in love with the girl. Her hand came up to tame some of the hair blowing in her face, the wind from the sea giving it a wild look, and there was a moment he was sure she was going to say something before she shrugged and looked away from him and started talking about how they could probably see each other less.

“I’m not going to give up hanging out with my best friend for some girl I met a few weeks ago,” Jackson interrupted her, nudging her foot with his own sneaker covered one. His gaze turned away from her and suddenly he could breathe properly again. “Besides, nobody argues with me about the stars and the reason we’re all here the way that you do. Why would I give that up?”

[jackedspicer]

lets hear it for the only two sickos who’d come up with combining the ring of nine dragons and reversing mirror... plus, being a four armed freak isnt so different from being just a regular freak, and the extra few feet of height is an added bonus

[jackedspicer]

my first thing for ap art because im the fool that signed up for it. i took out the iconic eyeliner and goggle earrings so theyll never know this is a self insert/canon fusion for a long dead cartoon

[jackedspicer]

stop. jackney time

[jackedspicer]

i still love jackney with my wholeass heart..

[jackedspicer]

Turn Up The Crazy

this is exactly what it looks like. it’s a fusion playlist of jack spicer and my self insert. she likes funky stuff, he likes edgy stuff, and they both like this bangin tracklist

1. Unbelievable - EMF // 2. Bad - Utopia // 3. Cake By The Ocean - Fortunes // 4. You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) - Dope // 5. Bodyrock - Moby // 6. Battleflag - Lo Fidelity Allstars // 7. Get It Up - Mindless Self Indulgence // 8. Two Girlfriends - 3OH!3 // 9. I Like The Way - BodyRockers // 10. High - Sir Sly // 11. Just the Two of Us are Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger than You - scibot9000 // 12. Electroshock - 3OH!3 // 13. John The Revelator - Depeche Mode // 14. That’s The Way (I Like It) - Dead Or Alive // 15. Happy - Max Sedgley // 16. Let’s Groove - B5 // 17. If I Only Had A Brain - MC 900 Ft. Jesus // 18. U Can’t Touch This - MC Hammer // 19. Wannabe - Spice Girls // 20. Start The Commotion - The Wiseguys // 21. Jerk It Out - Caesars // 22. Hate To Say I Told You So - The Hives // 23. BOOGIE - Brockhampton // 24. Gocha Gocha Uruse - Akita Neru // 25. The Five Demons - Yukari Hashimoto // 26. B.F.G.F. - Eve 6 // 27. Irresistible - Fall Out Boy // 28. Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time - Panic! At The Disco // 29. Victorious Funk - Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars x Panic! At The Disco // 30. Disco Inferno - Leo Moracchioli // 31. Rasputin - Turisas

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[jackedspicer]

GONNA DRESS U UP IN MY LOVE