#txt. jackson horne

[terrorbitch]

open to: w, 25+

plot: jackson is a mutual friend of your muse's friends, and they're all at a cabin/camping and she finds him or just doesn't want to be around him for some reason. yet he has been persistent.

suggested connections: the mother of one of his students, his brother's ex girlfriend, an old colleague, they went to high school or college together, etc.

being disliked wasn't jackson's favourite things ever. in fact, it ate away at him. he hadn't done anything particularly wrong, he thoughts, but sometimes his optimistic view on everything and need to be the slight center of attention rubbed people the wrong way. when his nice smile and natural charm didn't work, he wasn't entirely sure where to go from there. but making her like him was a mission he set for himself for the week. "wow, it’s like i’m the only mosquito at this place—buzzing around, and you still don’t want to get bitten!"

[terrorbitch]

"you think so?" it was so difficult for jackson to come to terms with people being mad at him. he normally thought out his decisions, letting himself go with charlotte was the only time he felt completely alive. but terrified. "but i don't want to talk to her. i... just want to stay here. with you." he wanted to stay in their little blissful moment for a little longer, but the decision he had to make was looming over him like the heaviest cloud in the sky. he decided he would not to the upstanding thing and leaned in to press long kisses against her shoulder. "don't make me go. not yet." he whispered, tempted to just fall asleep and forget about his problems even if he knew that wouldn't be possible.

she felt the muscles in the arm he had wound around her tighten just the slightest bit, and suddenly her resolve to push him away had dissolved. she did shift, however, reluctantly unlinking them so that she could turn in his hold to face him. "making a mistake and being honest about it doesn't make you unlikable: it makes you human. even if some of them are mad.... the ones who matter will get over it." no doubt some of the superficial connections he'd lose would bother him anyway, though. she had never been half as concerned with the feelings of those around her— part of the reason she'd always assumed she wasn't a good fit for him— but she imagined it must be exhausting. she laid in silence as he spoke, fingers combing over his scalp as she tried to find a solution that ended in him getting some peace of mind. ".......i think you should go talk to her now, maybe. i mean, you're just gonna worry about it until you do, and it'll give you both the most time to figure out what to do about tomorrow." and as for the emptiness in the bed that would be left in his wake? well, that wasn't something he needed to worry about.

[rawhiding]

whoever came up with "will solace plays the ukelele" needs to be punished for their crimes.

[terrorbitch]

time 2 break logan's heart @persephonyed

getting off work early was kind of nice because she could surprise alex, get the biggest smile ever and go in to surprise imogen. after leaving him off with one of the dads, she was grinning brightly as she pushed past a few kids still leaving the school and snuck into the classroom where she first saw the woman she was falling in love with. as she opened the door, she began to say, "miss edmunds it's time for you to go to the⸺" but her face fell, seeing a man double the size of her holding his chest and laughing hard at something imogen was saying while the other held onto an annoying large bicep. "⸺principal's office."

he knew who she was. and now things were beginning to make sense as he scrolled the lack of social media the woman who just barged into the classroom had. he glanced over at her, and something told him he needed to take a step back. like he was caught by someone. he glanced over at imogen, checking to see her reaction. to see if she looked at her the same way she looked at him, or if it was different. trying to figure out what he had to compare himself to. "hello there," he said, polite smile, acting as aloof as he could though his jaw clenched slightly.

[terrorbitch]

imessage 💌 jackson & imogen.

JACKSON: saturday evening, they're playing 'the menu' at vogue theatre and then i got reservations at botanist.

JACKSON: we can fill up on popcorn, because that place has some weird food but i thought it'd be cool to make fun of it after.

JACKSON: wear something nice.

[terrorbitch]

"wait, hold on. you're really gonna insult my ears right now? damn." he laughed a little, shaking his head. even though she couldn't see, he was sure she knew him enough to be able to imagine him the way he was imagining her. he smile, the way she would laugh, the light in her eyes. it was the best he could do, because he was so struck by the look on her face when that woman walked in. when he remembered that, he felt... well, he wasn't sure what he felt. disappointed, maybe. "a talent i didn't know you had in you. very impressive, edmunds." he took in a breath and then found himself standing up, pacing a bit. "i gotta go walk the man but i'll... talk to you later?"

unable to help it, imogen nearly snorted when she attempted to hold her laughter in. "jackson!" the woman pretended to scold him, but she was honestly just glad he had spun the conversation in a humorous way, anxiety subsiding slightly. she was starting to believe his word, maybe he was fine. "i've been meaning to tell you...they're actually quite large ears, but you've always been a good listener. i thought you knew just how super duper, incredibly above decent-sized they are." it was easy to tease when he had started the jokes, and she was beginning to feel like she could breathe again. "you don't know how talented i am at avoiding things then. i mean, i haven't even seen mitsy in, like, three months. and that's not a coincidence."

[terrorbitch]

closed starter for my fav pair of boobs @persephonyed​

       with only a few knicks and scratches, jackson had fixed everything in her apartment that he could. and the rest would have to be done by a seasoned professional. and it was a good thing because imogen’s wine was making him a bit dizzy, sunk back into her couch with dale cooper purring on his lap. “alright... i think that if i ever feel the vibration of a screw driver again, i may vomit. but... done and now i nap?”

[terrorbitch]

         “heard you got o'connor’d today...” there’s a laugh, beaming at the last few students that were leaving her classroom. the only thing better than seeing the kids’ giggling faces was getting to go home to the happiest dog alive. “he does that to newbies. comes in, pretends you’re in trouble... then tells you you’re being sensitive. he’s, uh... kind of the worst boss ever. did you maybe wanna go for a drink? forget how stupid the guy is? on me, of course.”             @persephonyed​

[terrorbitch]

closed starter for @blcssom​ based on this !

             maybe he drank a little more than he thought, or maybe the last few weeks of seeing her after not seeing her since college was making him do stupid things. the hotel lobby filtered empty, and jackson had gotten up to walk her to her room (”just to be safe!”) but something in him stopped in the middle of the hall. he took her hand and pulled her up against his chest. “tell me you don’t want me right now and i’ll let go,” he muttered, heart beating rapidly within his chest.

[terrorbitch]

closed starter for @persephonyed​ 

          “alright, edmunds! now that we’re home, full, and had time to digest both our dinner and the movie... i need to know all of your thoughts.” he was holding her hand, leading her into his house, shooing cujo away a little as he began to kick his shoes off and offering to take her coat.

[terrorbitch]

open to: f, 21+ — the wackier/crazier the better!

plot: your muse is on a reality show and her costar is married to jackson. at reunion events the find themselves sneaking off together.

           this was not him. jackson wasn’t a cheater; but there was something about her that drew him in. when alcohol took over and his morals no longer mattered? but the cameras were rolling, and they were so good at hiding whatever it is that they were doing. besides… it only happened once or twice a year. and when all of the cameras were gone. so why was he finding a reason to run into her? he wanted to rip his microphone off and say what he was feeling, but he’d force himself to be cordial. “so, who are you fighting with this season?” he asked, knowing if they broke the fourth wall the producers would stop caring about their conversation. they kept their ears open, though. “or are you on the mends like my wife?”

[terrorbitch]

send a number and get an usfw starter / for @distantxdaydreams

[#21.]            "i know i said we should just... do this,” he muttered, taking in a deep breath as he felt her against his length. this all started because he promised he could get her off without even being inside of her, but this challenge didn’t seem to be working for him. he thought he could handle it, but the way her pussy wrapped around his hard shaft had him shuttering. “i know i said you were too small, n’ i was too big, but fuuuuck.” breathlesslly, jackson chuckled to himself and laid back. holding himself up onto his elbows, he watched the way she moved over him and bit down on his bottom lip. he thought he had good stamina, but this might’ve been the hottest thing he’s ever seen... and it wouldn’t take much to get him off.

1/2

[terrorbitch]

open to: f, 21+ (or more than one? poly?)

plot: silly dumb plot came to me for jackson: your muse is pissed at him for whatever reason, and slipped some viagara into his food/drink, whatever. 

suggested connection: brother’s gf, ex, parent of a student, someone that doesn’t like him for some reason? 

        “can you stop looking at me like that? i...” he trailed off. jackson horne was nothing like his brother: he was polite, complimentary, and appropriate. he would never want anyone to know that he had any sort of sexual desire in any way. and yet... for some reason, he was just so goddamn horny. “i’m not sure what’s wrong. maybe it’s because i haven’t been sleeping well, or maybe my body is reacting to something. i swear, this never happens... and of all people, why would i want you to see?” he reached forward and grabbed a magazine, holding it over the tent that had formed suddenly. the problem with a man of his size is that it was a lot harder to hide something like this.

[terrorbitch]

closed starter for @stellrs​

        “i know we shouldn’t be doing this, but... fuck. you look too good.” sure, he could blame it on the fact that he took a couple shots with georgie’s girl and her friends... but he wouldn’t lie to himself. he wanted this, even before the alcohol his his lips. normally such a nice guy, and yet he felt the need to one up his brother in any given moment. “smell good, too. feel good...” he was trailing off, following her into one of the deserted rooms, easily gripping her waist and pulling her to the bed.

[terrorbitch]

jackson: well, i have ONE friend that stays over late. jackson: oh god, don't tell me you don't like la la land? also, what do you mean she's better than la la land, she won an oscar for that movie. jackson: okay.

imogen: do you not have friends who have ever stayed over late? men are so interesting. imogen: emma stone is better than........... la la land....................... jackson, sweetie, we have so many things to discuss that cannot be contained over a phone. imogen: and i need to consult my sister before continuing a spiderman debate, because my knowledge has worn out. but maybe i'm a hopeless romantic and just liked the others better. imogen: ❤️

[terrorbitch]

imogen edmunds on jackson horne's phone. my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you.

jackson's not a huge texter, he would much prefer talking on the phone. in fact, he doesn't really know how to do much with a phone, and gets easily frustrated by it. however, i think he tries not to text her but after finding out that she's dating someone other than him he starts texting a little more. he tries to check in when she's not spending the night with him, even if he knows he's just hurting himself if she doesn't text back.

@persephonyed - 2 out of 7.