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Post by jackie aaron starr on May 23, 2010 21:28:00 GMT -5
 if everything was everything but everything is over - - [/font][/i] G O T L O S T I N Y O U RB R O W N E Y E S- - everything could be everything if only we were older[/font][/center][/i] Theoretically, Jackie was spending the day out at the mall with the love of his life. Theoretically, him and Dallas were going to be going to find their tuxedoes for the wedding, as well as secure some other final bits of information. Theoretically, he was supposed to be paying attention to his husband. In actuality, Jackie had his face pressed up against the window of Baby Gap, staring at a tiny pair of red converse sneakers that looked like they would have been big enough to slip over his pinkie. Jackie couldn’t even breathe. He needed to buy those shoes for his little guys, even if they barely even had feet right now. Did they? He tried to remember the parenting books he had crammed into his brain for what now felt like the entire duration of his relationship with Violet. That wasn’t true though, was it? They had been dating long before the babies, at least a month...did he remember the date of the misdiagnosed misdiagnosis? …of course not, that would be too easy. Whatever the length, Jackie had spent at least half of his relationship with Violet with his nose shoved in, “WHAT TO EXPECT IF YOU’RE EXPECTING” and “THE MODERN EXPECTANT FATHER” and “HEY DUMBASS, MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE WRAPPED IT”. Of course, the last one wasn’t actually a book, but it would be a good one.
It was the sound of his wedding band tapping against the glass that brought Jackie back to reality, as he looked at what had clinked against the window. Oh riiight, he was married. Jackie perked up and glanced around, using his pinkie to rub the ring softly. He was married. Jackie Wilson had ceased to exist, leaving the obviously superior Jackie Starr behind. Jackie spun the ring with a smile, before looking up to locate where the hell his man was. ”Dalbyyy?” He called, suddenly feeling like a lost kid. He had never had this problem before. Jackie had been in multiple relationships, the most serious of course being his last two…he had never felt so helpless without his significant other around. He had thought he was a baby with Violet, but Dallas was completely different. When Dallas was gone, Jackie couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, he could barely even function…it scared him. He rubbed his neck where he knew a large hickie was and sighed. if Dallas leaving for a work for a tour did that to him…what would his death do? Jackie sighed, pushing his glasses up on his nose before going to find his husband.
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Status: complete
Words: 428
Muse: Jackie&dallas loving
Tagged: dallas&my british lover
Outfit: here
Lyrics: brown eyes by her royal highness gaga
Credit: credit for this awesome plot page goes to COLIExCHAOS[/color] @ Caution 2.0. Don't steal, and don't remove credit![/i][/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by dallas indigo starr on May 24, 2010 7:22:07 GMT -5
I'LL PULL THE STARS DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS - - - - - -
TO FILL YOUR EMPTY SKIES,
[/COLOR][/size] shopping. dallas would rather scoop his own eyeballs out and feed them to tickles, and ducks don't even eat eyeballs. atleast; dallas hoped not. he took a second to then raise his hand and poke his eyelid, checking he still had his eyeballs and that his beloved feathered friend hadn't feasted on them. yep, still there. he let out a small, relieved sigh before looking about, when his pain reaction finally kicked in and he let out a small yelp, covering his eye with his hand. "owwww!" he whimpered, frowning deeply. he was probably getting some weird looks; but he'd learnt now, the hard way, that you could not go around poking your eyeballs. it hurt. of course, not as much as getting a needle shoved through your pride and joy, that was the worst. shuddering at the memory, dallas looked about for his husband.
dallas had only brought one thing so far, and that was a rediculously large jar of peanut butter. it had become the only thing he could eat without feeling sick, and the joy had turnt more into an obsession. peanut butter for breakfast, lunch and dinner. dallas could easily demolish a whole pot, but then he always got scared there wouldn't be enough for tomorrow, and he'd leave some. reminders from constant visits to the doctor, and of course pissy jackie, dallas knew he wasn't going to get better. infact, this demon that had overthrown his whole body already was only going to get worse. his new sobriety helped, though. and in some of the stores, he'd walked straight past the alcohol section without even the smallest urge or glance. he was proud of himself.
hearing his husband's calls, dallas instantly forgot about the pain in his eye and looked about, a huge grin plastered on his face as he swung the plastic bag in his hand around. "jjjjaaacccckkkkiiiiieeeee?" [/b]he giggled, spotting his lover standing with his back to dallas, and skipped over, wrapping his arms around his waist. "jjaacckkkiiie!" he grinned, nuzzling the back of his neck. wait.. was that.. perfume?. blinking, dallas pulled away before realizing. that was not jackie. that, was infact, a complete stranger. not only that - but 'he' was a girl. squealing, he fell to the floor in complete hysterics, clutching his head in his hands. it had probably caused quite a commotion, to see a nineteen year old rolling about the floor in a puddle of his own tears, red faced from laughing so hard. it was kind of thing you expected of a five year old. "sorry." he breathed, calming down and getting to his feet. "sorry." [/color]watching the woman tut and walk off, dallas held back some extreme giggles, before spotting what, this time, really was his husband, and rushed over, grabbing his hand. "hey jackie this girl wants to kill me lets gooooooo." he whimpered. he then forgot about what he'd just done, and the only thing in his head now was jackie, rushing around his head at a million miles an hour as he grinned, nuzzling his husband. he wrapped his arms around his waist, quickly pecking his lips. every single one of his exes had failed to make him this rediculously happy. it was like ecstasy, every time he heard jackie tell him he loved him. it ran shivers down his spine and made him smile like an idiot. "oh." [/b]he jumped, pulling away and opening the bag in his right hand, showing jackie the peanut butter. "i got dinner." [/color]he giggled.[/font][/sup][/color][/blockquote]
notes: LOL.
outfit: clickkk
words: enough. muse:[/color] getting grounded. tags:[/color] my gorgeous canadian wife/serial killer beckett man. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by jackie aaron starr on May 24, 2010 12:40:13 GMT -5
if everything was everything but everything is over - - [/font][/i] G O T L O S T I N Y O U RB R O W N E Y E S- - everything could be everything if only we were older[/font][/center][/i] The little lost child searching for his love snapped his head to the side, hearing Dallas’ voice call out his name. He didn’t, however, see his man running towards him with arms wide, he saw Dallas running towards a tall, thin curvy woman. Jackie’s first reaction was to laugh at his husband, shake his head at the frivolities of his silly little Dalbybear—until he realized that Dallas had legitimately mistaken the poor woman he had just assaulted for Jackie. Any urges to run forward and grab Dallas and drag him back to him were completely quelled as he felt his face twist into a slight frown. There was no way Jackie looked that much like a woman. His hair wasn’t even as long as hers! Jackie had stopped wearing his hair long a few months earlier as an attempt to shut Chase up, and since then it curled around his ears and hit just below his chin, still the same thick brown color (thank you, L’Oreal) it had always been.
When Dallas finally did locate Jackie, Jackie made a point of trying to ignore him. He felt Dallas’ hand slip into his own and tried to fight off the little smile that automatically pressed itself across his lips. He wasn’t going to smile, he was mad at Dallas for thinking Jackie was a woman who he was sure had run off to find a mall cop and inform him of the attempted sexual assault by an eccentric gay man. His forced anger didn’t last long though, partially because Jackie had been made aware of the fact Dallas thought he was constantly angry at him, and because he found it very difficult to stay mad at his man when Dallas had his arms wrapped around Jackie’s waist. He quickly returned the kiss before pushing the other boy away and slinging his limp left arm around Dallas’s shoulder. He had many reasons for breaking the kiss and changing their position that ranged from his genuine fear they were going to get a bullet put through their skulls by raging angry homophobe, and the fact that Jackie had never been comfortable with PDA. It was one of the few things that the normally hypocritical Jackie hated in other people and actually avoided in himself. It was a huge difference from the way he treated other things he hated in other people, like..friends dating friends…and teenage marriage.
”Answer me this, Dalbug.” Jackie said with a little smirk, pulling his husband closer. ”How in God’s name did you think that woman was me?!”
[/COLOR] He asked, his slight annoyance showing through on his voice. He tried to play it down to make sure Dallas didn’t think he was angry again; when Dallas had accused Jackie of constantly being angry at him, it had truly broken Jackie’s heart. He could count on one hands the number of times he had actually been angry at Dallas, and none of his fits of madness had lasted long enough to count. The most recent of course had been when he had heard his drunken stupid man had decided to get his dick pierced—but that had been rectified by one slightly incredible sack session. When he glanced down at the jar of peanut butter, Jackie frowned. He missed fat Dallas. There had once been a time when he had cursed Dallas almost daily for emptying out his fridge, when Dallas had been living with him, Chase, and Violet. His grocery bill had significantly sky rocketed, and Jackie had actually cut down on his normal expensive foods (like fresh vegetables) to compensate. Now, he didn’t have that problem. Dallas didn’t eat anymore. Jackie was constantly trying to convince him to eat, making him meals and even delivering them to him in bed, but nothing was helping. It broke Jackie’s heart. ”Dal…”[/COLOR] He said with a frown, tucking the jar back into the bag. He tried to think about something that could be wrong with Dallas’ newfound high protein, high fiber, high carb, and high good fat diet—but there really wasn’t anything. He sighed, feeling defeated and lightly pecked the other boy on the side of the head. ”If you start tasting like peanuts, I’ll walk out,”[/COLOR] He said with a soft smile. [/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote]
Status: complete
Words: 713
Muse: Jackie&dallas loving
Tagged: dallas&my british lover
Outfit: here
Lyrics: brown eyes by her royal highness gaga
Credit: credit for this awesome plot page goes to COLIExCHAOS[/color] @ Caution 2.0. Don't steal, and don't remove credit![/i][/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by dallas indigo starr on Jun 3, 2010 18:45:06 GMT -5
I'LL PULL THE STARS DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS - - - - - -
TO FILL YOUR EMPTY SKIES,
[/COLOR][/size] with a small pout, the one you'd see on a small child that couldn't have something he wanted, dallas let his gaze fall the the ground as his husband seemingly pushed him away. and it was only when he felt an arm around his shoulders that he looked up and smiled. admittedly, dallas wasn't one for snuggling in public. or overall affection in public, for that matter. he was too busy bouncing about and getting overexcited over nothing. but he'd always rush back for a quick peck on the lips, before rolling away to pet a cute puppy, or accidentally on purpose walk into a lingerie shop, remember he was gay, and scream the place down. dallas had actually been banned from the mall before in the past, but he wasn't going to get banned again. he was trying to avoid embarrassing jackie like that. he'd made a mental note that people tended to snap and get mad when put in situations where they felt embarrassed. dallas didn't want jackie to be mad with him.
looking back over at the woman he just assaulted, dallas raised a eyebrow, tilting his head. uhm. he shook his head, waving his arms about. you know.. uh. she.. looking now, dallas realized that she actually didn't look a thing like his jackie. biting his bottom lip, he looked from her to him three or four times before shrugging. she has eyes! yeah! that! and.. and legs.. and.. oh. he pulled a face, wincing. yeah, that's a hard one, that.. he continued to look from his husband to the girl, before she had completely escaped from his vision, and jackie had his full attention.
giggling, dallas swung the plastic bag of peanut butter over his shoulder, looking back over at jackie, before pausing, reaching a hand up to push his husband's head aside. his jaw dropped, as did the bag in his hand, and he shook from jackie's arm, walking straight past him to wards a music store. there it was; in the glass window; a gibson les paul studio, in all it's glory. dallas could have wet himself. whimpering, he pressed his face up to the glass, staring at it with wide eyes. he didn't want it. he needed it. if it was possible to have a crush on a guitar - dallas had one. if he brought it, there would be no doubt he'd never let go of the instrument. taking a deep breath, he turnt to jackie.
isn't that just the most beautiful thing you have ever fucking seen? [/sup][/color][/blockquote]
notes: LOL.
outfit: clickkk
words: your mother. muse:[/color] none. this is horrible and i'm tipsy. tags:[/color] my gorgeous canadian wife/serial killer beckett man. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] |
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