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f uckin fake asshole bu t I love him dammit

"Of course I do." Jackson murmured, gripping Axel's hands lightly. "It's all fine. I'm not mad or anything, promise."

ik *cri* hes so awful but hes such a good fuckin character go d dammit allll
but Jackson sort of deserves it for all the shit he's done tho

Jackson's crimson gaze moved over to the other male. "Yeah, I'm sure. Seriously. It's fine."

b ut he is t h o
Jackson on the other hand
waste of space with practically no good characteristics

Jackson sighed, closing his eyes. He felt somewhat like a hypocrite, letting himself be comforted by the same person who came very close to beating him within an inch of his life, but oh well. Even if he had a strong feeling that he was being toyed with, it wasn't like he could exactly turn down the offer of affection, fabricated or not. Especially not after the livestream and the fact he'd have to cut his contact with Bradley. "I love you, too..."

Jackson sighed, looking at Axel. "..." The vampire lowered his eyes. "...I dunno. I didn't really think so. You did scare the shit outta me, though."

"I noticed.." Jackson muttered, closing his ruby-hued eyes. "You don't have to apologize, Axel."

"Yeah. It's okay. Really." He murmured, pressing his forehead to Axel's. Jackson would've bet his life savings, every electronic he owned, and his whole house that Axel was bullshitting him at that very moment. Just like everyone else had. But if that's what he wanted, was to manipulate him, fine then. Jackson would play along with this little game. All just for him.

"I love you, too." Jackson sighed deeply, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. He just...wanted to go back to sleep, wanted to stop thinking about everything.

Jackson buried his face in the other male's chest. "No, you don't have to do anything..." He murmured.

"I'm positive." Jackson replied. "Really."

"Yeah...that sounds great..." Jackson murmured, snuggling up to Axel.

((Ts for these nerds?
Also, for the second time Jackson goes to see Brad as a sort of good-bye thing, since he sort of learned his lesson about changing his clothes afterwards what if Axel wakes up and he isn't there and he's like "aw hell naw" and goes looking for him? Imean I just think Jackson would be smarter the next time around, seeing as he's the kind of guy who takes in every bit of info as possible and usually plans stuff out))

((Hah a y eeee
RIP Jackson
RIP Bradley
both of u guys were stupid hoes))

((y OU HAVENT EVEN FORMALLY MET THE BEAN THO))

((Hnnngh f i ne
Ts?))

Jackson paused, checking for authentic sleep from Axel. Deep, even breathing, a motionless body, no tensed muscles...The strawberry-blonde slipped out of bed noiselessly, his movement light and careful. Taking his phone, he sent a text to Brad, feeling a tad guilty to be asking a person as timid and weak as him to be coming out at this time of night. "Hey, meet me at the City Park. Sorry for texting you so late like this, but I really need to see you there, asap." Jackson sent the text, and not waiting for a reply, he cleared the messages before deleting Bradley's number off of the phone. The vampire slipped noiselessly out of the window, his steps relatively silent as he walked. He couldn't have just gone over to Bradley's, seeing as the perfume would sink into his clothes again.
The small vampire eventually arrived to the park, wet grass soaking his shoes as he walked. Jackson took everything in, the moths fluttering around streetlights, the owls and other birds in the tree, all communing quietly to one another, the light mist illuminated by the glow of moon, the fountain with it's artificial light spouting ice-blue hues water upwards...He paused and turned at the light sound rustling of grass, and there he was, his best friend. Bradley Jonas Cardinal. The younger man was dressed in a simple black hoodie, the hood pulled over his thick brown hair, and his innocent matching eyes wide but unsurprised. "Jackson...?" "Hey." The smaller of the two seated himself on a bench. "Hey..." Bradley blinked, walking over cautiously before seating himself next to Jackson.
"What do you need..?" Jackson smiled painfully. Brad didn't even question why he'd dragged him out here at night. He was only concerned with his, Jackson Hollister's, needs. "Look..." Jackson breathed, though he had no need to. The vampire tilted his head back, staring up at the sky. "We're friends, right?" "Yeah, of course. Why'd you ask?" Brad smiled weakly, and though Jackson wasn't looking at him, he cracked a tiny smile back. "...Friends do things for each other, yeah?" "Mhm." Jackson lifted his head, thought about looking Bradley in the eye, but chose to turn his gaze to the ground.
"...Well, I need a favor." "What is it? I'd do anything for you, you know." Pain twisted in Jackson's chest, clawing at his dead heart. It killed him to do this. Absolutely obliterated him. "...I need you...to forget. About me." Bradley stared at the shorter for a few seconds, his face slowly turning into confusion. "Huh...?" "Brad...God, I'm not gonna lie to you, I've been keeping shit from you. Sick, twisted shit that you've never known about. Shit you don't need to know about, shit Judy wouldn't want you around." Bradley opened his mouth, his face pale, but Jackson continued. "I've done things I'm not proud of. I'm doing things I'm not proud of. I...I can't let you get any closer than this. It wouldn't be fair, dragging you into a mess I made. You're one of the strongest people I know, one of the smartest, too. You're one of the most decent human beings I know, Brad. But life ain't fair, and bad things happen to good people." Jackson chuckled weakly, his voice audibly cracking mid-laugh.
"Especially when they try holding their hands out to shitty, scum-of-the-Earth people like me...You're like a little brother to me, you know?" He blinked back tears, swallowing. "I don't...Want anything happening to you that shouldn't. I know...I know this ain't fair. To leave you again after all these years, but..Kid, there's so much better than me in this world. I want to keep you safe. It's all in your best interest. Delete my number, burn my pictures, wipe the texts and call history, act like I never existed. I'm not dragging you down with me. You're nineteen. You've still got a life to live. A real one. I've got a facade and the social life of a fucking hermit. Not to mention I've done things that would place me on death row. I don't have a spot in society anymore, get it? You do. You have more than me and the shit I get up to. Tomorrow, I want you to wake up, and pretend you wiped the slate clean. Like you never knew me, alright?"
Bradley stared at Jackson, obviously in state of shock and sorrow. "Jackson, I...You're not some bad influence, you.." He cut in. "I'm not talking influence, Brad. I mean...People. Look, I can't go into detail. I can't do that to you, not to my little bro. I just..That's all." Jackson's expression began hardening, as well as his chest. "Consider this a good-bye. Don't call me, don't text me, don't email me, don't even try to send me a letter. From here on out, I don't exist for you."

IFIXEDHISBANGSHE'SJUSTAFUCKBOINOW

Jackson's heart leapt up to his throat while his stomach swiftly headed in the opposite direction. How...How the fuck did Axel find him here? There was literally no way...And Bradley was here..."Hey, babe." He greeted a tad bleakly, his face paling. Bradley had nearly jumped off the bench, and was looking curiously at the two males now, chocolate eyes blinking. "Who's this?" He inquired, looking at Jackson.
God dammit. The one thing he'd been trying so hard to avoid for so long now...The vampire cleared his throat, holding onto Axel's arm. There wasn't much of a way around this. "This is Axel." The strawberry-blonde replied, an almost forced-looking smile on his face. "My boyfriend." Brad's eyes widened. "Jackson..! You never told me you got together with anybody!" The younger stared curiously at the couple. "..? Never? Seriously? Damn. I must've forgotten to mention it. Anyway, Brad, this is Axel, Axel, this is Brad, and all that introductory bullshit.." An invisible fist clutched his throat tightly after that sentence. As casual as it had sounded, Jackson felt like throwing up after uttering the words. Bradley did not need to know Axel, and Axel sure as hell didn't need to know Bradley.
Bradley blinked, staring at his friend for a brief moment. Jackson's mood had just...changed, like a switch had been flipped..."Well...It's nice to meet you." The timid, frail male smiled weakly.

((My bad! ;^; Mybadmybadmybad...Don't worry, I haven't forgotten the thread!!! My muse was just kind of low and I'm in so many rps right now and ive got some problems and ahhhh I'm so sorry))

Alistair paused, mulling over the rather unpleasant question for a moment. "Well...I don't know precisely. I don't plan on it being long, though." As Mitchell came closer, his eyes caught sight of the ring tied to the fellow male's neck as he was studying the smaller details of the man. He made no question or comment, though. It felt...intrusive to try such a thing, for some reason. "I'll be damned if I'm kept as a helpless hostage for longer than a month."

Jackson stood, crouched in this girl's closet much like a gargoyle, his phone out and recording. The small male was dressed in his signature Jack the Ripper outfit, ready for a kill. The strawberry-blonde man didn't know it, but this was the wrong house. The same house he'd been momentarily imprisoned in. The house he did want was one over, and it's occupant was, unknowing to him, dead already. He scowled as the overweight burglar entered the room. What did this old timer think he was doing? He'd come here for this next victim, and this morbidly obese asshole was ruining everything. Tucking his phone away, he withdrew a fire poker from beside him, his noiseless steps creeping behind the robber. "Lights out, pops." he whispered before violently driving the tool through the man's chest while his other hand slung a scarf over his mouth, his hand and mouth tugging on either side as he muffled any possible noise from this stranger.

"About thattt..." Coquin glanced at his room. "Uh...There was, uh...An accident, let's say, involving my husktop and the wall. It's...sort of beyond repair. And lost in the wall." He answered awkward, shuffling his feet before suddenly grabbing a shirt to slip on. "As for eating...I've completely decimated my blood supply, actually." Food and chickflix was a great way to down your sorrows.

"Uhh...." Jackson stood there, extremely awkward and uncomfortable as he accidentally released the bloodied fire poker. This...Was not his intended victim. And he probably would've ended up killing her anyway by mistake, but she was now thanking him for murdering a man. This was...strange and weird and he didn't like it.
"There, there..? No problemo or whatever, I guess? Personal space, maybeee...? No..? Okay..." Jackson blinked, averting his eyes as she sobbed into his apron and trench coat. This had never happened before.

Jackson's hand felt cold as death compared to Axel's. He could hide his feelings on the outside, but inside was a totally different story. "It's fine...I'm just kind of a jumpy person in general." Brad smiled cheerfully. Jackson gave a nod as the answer, throat constricting a bit harder this time around. He did not like this situation, not all, and god, he wished Bradley would just get intimidated by the dark and want to head home already. The less the two knew about each other, the better.