jcklancaster

[jcklancaster]

“it’s not court mandated- just, say you’re gonna do it, go to the first one and then bail- not like they can charge ya” jack responded, feeling sympathy for the girl in the bed below him but also knowing the difference between someone in need of help and someone who just got dealt a shitty hand. and isla went all in on a pair of 2′s. “personally I had a great night, just had my stomach pumped 12 hours ago. didn’t think I could get alcohol poisoning like that anymore- honestly thought I was immune” walking over slowly to the bedside and taking a seat, jack felt nervous being around all the medical equipment and seeing the girl hooked up to it. that mixed with the hangover was making his stomach do somersaults. “wanna catch a ride with me out of here? you know, after you take the first step. admitting you have a problem.”

she had woken up in a panic, surrounded by flowers and balloons and a giant ‘happy birthday isla’ banner right beside a ‘get well soon’ one. for the briefest of moments she was sure she had woken up at her own funeral, but soon after nurses and doctors came in and explained what had happened and what was going on. she was terrified. but she wasn’t willing to show that part of herself to anyone. instead, when she saw someone’s form standing in the doorway of her room, she crossed her arms and scoffed, “can you believe these fuckers want me to agree to join a twelve-step program before i discharge from here?” she asked them, “and i looked into some, they’re all religious as fuck,” she rolled her eyes, “it’s not my fucking fault i was given shit that was laced with fentanyl. like i’m not dumb enough to take that shit, it killed prince,” she shook her head, fingering the tape that held her iv in place, “i don’t need a program or jesus, i need a new fucking dealer.” she finished her rant with a sigh, leaning back in her hospital bed, “happy fucking birthday to me.”

#(dash.) #(isla.)

[jcklancaster]

  peering up from his phone at the gentleman garnering all the attention, jack found himself staring for a moment. but he wasn’t ashamed of it, this particular guy had bigger problems than jack staring, like the videos and photographs being taken in this moment. when the man spoke to him sharply, jack looked behind him as though he was speaking to someone else. “just checking who’s making the big commotion with the press- thought maybe a kardashian walked in” he replied, turning back to his phone and continuing his scroll through instagram.

Reign had just pulled back up to his studio apartment complex from a long break he needed to clear his head before he had his next big fight. “Listen I’ll open my gym back up when I want to, now move the hell outta my way”He said to the Paps who had been none stop following him . getting in line he sighed, Looking to his side “Can I help you and your dreadful stares at the back of my head?”he asked turning around in the line , he was checking into grab his mail that’ he missed before heading up stairs and laying low for a few days.

#(dash.) #(reign.)

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dcltahq·:

delta stared at jack, looking for any familiar tells from when they were dating that he was joking. he had such a serious face on and she knew he had to be joking, but he had sounded so matter-of-fact. still, she found herself having to fight the corners of her lips from turning up at the mere thought of jack participating in pet photography. “llamas better be involved,” she finally responded, matching the silliness of his answer.

“you caught me, i’m doing a llama’s only glam shoot” jack responded, still keeping his straight demeanour but choosing to give in to her humour. “I’m thinking i’ll dress them up like different icons of the glam era, like david bowie and prince” despite the calm conversation, it was painful to see delta. it was a pain in his chest that he hadn’t felt since she had left him. he found it hard to stand here and speak to her although it was also familiar and comfortable to crack jokes in her presence. “don’t you have somewhere you gotta be?” he asked, sharply.

#(dash.) #(delta.)

[jcklancaster]

    “definitely the red one- society is wrong about the little black dress theory. it’s all about red” jack replied, finishing the text he was typing before slipping his phone in his pocket to look up at the girl. “if anyone knows woman’s fashion it’s a white boy from los angeles”

𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘  𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐋  as  a  grin  slipped  over  soft  lips  .   “  so  this  one  ?   ”   she  questioned  ,  hands  ruffling  the  red  fabric  of  the  skirt  .  “  or  the  black  one  ?  i  can’t  decide  .   ” 

#(dash.) #(aurora.)

[jcklancaster]

handing out candy rn, but will def be on later!! slide in to those dms if u wanna plot tho. :-)

#ooc #excessooc

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vibourbcn·:

❛Oh❜ she says chuckling and noticing the package on his arms. ❛wow, sorry about that.❜ she knows it’s not her fault but she can’t help but to apologize to her neighbour. eyes looking at the box. ❛you really don’t want to come in for at least english cookies? they are great.❜      

jack peered down at his watch, an action which felt almost out of character as he wasn’t one to care much of time passing. he did unfortunately have somewhere to be but he figured he could never pass up english cookies. “I haven’t been persuaded in to a home by english cookies ever since I’ve moved away from my grandmother and aunts” he joked, “ya, I’ll have one”

#(dash.) #(vic.)

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dcltahq·:

delta pressed her lips together into a thin line, choosing to let his response go, especially because he was right. she had been inviting anyone to go. she just hadn’t expected him to be the one to answer. she didn’t think he’d even want to go anywhere with her, not after how she’d treated him at the end of their relationship. “it was alright,” she said, crossing her arms tightly in an attempt to cope with the mix of emotions she was feeling. “a little dark, but it lets you get creative with the lighting.” she stared at him as she spoke, wondering if he was as okay with her as he seemed. “what… what are you thinking of doing?”

being in the presence of delta made jack feel small and uneasy. it was clear he felt this way as well as he was puffing out his chest and broadening his shoulders in an attempt to appear bigger. he knew she’d say no if he accepted the request  anyway- the acceptance was so jack could have the satisfaction of seeing her response. “pet photography” he answered through lined lips, giving no tell that he was joking.

#(dash.) #(delta.)

[jcklancaster]

imessage → big bro 🌚

mia: of course

mia: BUT CHANCE IS GREAT??? you can be protective and still like my boyfriend jack

jack: ya but i dont? sorry. nothings gonna change.

jack: while ur in paris pick me up a croissant from that bakery on yves

#(text.) #(mia.)

[jcklancaster]

Ansel Elgort photographed by Sophie Elgort

#this is jacks whole essence #(photos.)

[jcklancaster]

imessage → big bro 🌚

mia: we've seen home alone 243525345 times growing up, i know what to do

mia: I LOVE HIS COLOGNE THO??????? hes a good guy, stop being hard on him

jack: you brought your train set and your cardboard cutouts of michael jordan right?

jack: im the older brother. busting balls is my job.

#(text.) #(mia.)

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dcltahq·:

delta had just sort of thrown the question out in the air, leaving it up for grabs, but as she turned around to face the familiar voice, her heart dropped. she swallowed thickly as if it would make her guilt disappear. ignoring the fact that she had literally just put out an invitation, she said flatly, “sorry, invitation only.”

rejection was not a feeling jack lancaster was very used to. yet the few times he had felt it it had come from delta. although this time was much softer than the previous push, it was a push nonetheless. “oh, thought I just heard you kind of invite anyone who wants to go” jack replied, knowing her too well to know this was a coverup. “I was gonna rent this space for a shoot I wanna do. just came to check it out. how did it photograph?” jack asked, playing around the intense tension between them.

#(dash.) #(delta.)

[jcklancaster]

imessage → big bro 🌚

mia: true... it's okay im not gonna get kidnapped no need to worry big bro

mia: lmao he is not wtf why are you so RUDE??? im on the pill its okay, condoms suck anyway

jack: ah well. youve seen home alone tho right? then you know what to do.

jack: i dont trust anyone that smells THAT strongly like cologne. just by a rule.

#(text.) #(mia.)

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  “models’ after party” jack repeated, sneaking up slowly behind delta. he had noticed her in the studio just 5 minutes ago and was waiting for her to look up. she never did. holding a composed poker face, jack smiled slyly at the girl. “I’ll have to move some things around but I could definitely be there”

“we just finished shooting and i have an invite with a plus one to the models’ after party tonight… you in?” delta adjusted the camera bag on her shoulder and wiggled her eyebrows tantalizingly. supermodels knew how to party - just like upper east siders. 

#(dash.) #(delta.)

[jcklancaster]

imessage → big bro 🌚

mia: oH i see? you think im gonna get kidnapped????? by who?????

mia: HAHAHAHAHA IM SORRY BUT THATS HONESTLY WHAT IVE BEEN UP TO????? I HAVE SEX GET OVER IT JACKY BOY

jack: idk????? if i knew who it was gonna be i wouldnt have to ask for u to check in all the time????

jack: use a condom. ur bfs a walking std

#(text.) #(mia.)

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imessage → big bro 🌚

mia: UM??? just tell me, it'd be easier??

mia: its good!! we don't leave the hotel room much if ya know what i mean

mia: but NO HE HASN'T ur so rude???

jack: liam neesons daughter goes to france. she gets kidnapped. the kidnappers demand ransome. liam neeson uses his particular set of skills and saves her ass.

jack: im not supposed to hear shit like that im YOUR BROTHER

#(text.) #(mia.)

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imessage → big bro 🌚

mia: oh yeah.. haven't seen it soz

mia: why are you him tho??????

jack: taken has been out for 9 years. im not explaining the plot to u. rent it from blockbuster.

jack: hows paris going?? that boyfriend of yours accidentally fall off the eiffel tower yet?

jack: just to be clear i dont want him to die. he would live. all the kings horses and all the kings men got this one.

#(text.) #(mia.)

[jcklancaster]

  His hand raising to politely wave away her invitation to come inside, he was shushed by her insistence of being a host. Peering around the posh space, Jack smiled, “This is not messy. I’ve been to friends apartments where they feed the mice that sleep in the walls on purpose” Jack’s eyes fall back to the brunette in front of him and his arms extend to pass her the package. “Anyway, here. Must of came to my place by mistake. I’m just one floor up” 

❛Oh no, this is just my ‘im sick on a sunday’ look❜ the girl chuckles, holding a cup of coffee on her hand.  ❛want to come in?, even though…❜ she looks back at her luxury apartment.  ❛it’s a bit messy right now❜ she offers a soft smile letting the other in and closing the door behind her back. victoria runs a hand through her hair, taking a sip of her coffee.  ❛have you had anything to eat? grandma sent some things from england..❜  

#(dash.) #(vic.)