okay hi people

sorry I've been so mia lately my life is kind of hectic because I’m moving at the moment

but I'm going to portland this weekend and when I get back things will be more normal again so yeah :) okay see you when i get back 

jasperafterdark:

Jasper didn’t understand what was going on. Who were these people? Where were his parents? Not that he’d expected them to come at a time like this. When had they ever really cared about his well being. But either way––he’d wanted them there. He needed them there. How had he been in an accident, that his parents weren’t notified about? His head hurt now, not from the injury, but from the amount of thoughts that were ramming throughout his skull. What the hell was this? Catching the gaze of the doctor as he led the woman and man out of the room, he frowned. They were leaving, leaving to talk about him? Why would the doctor talk to those people about..about him. His gaze followed them until the door was shut, and his view was no longer accessible to him. Sighing, he blinked, looking down at his hands once more. There was so many tattoos. When had he gotten tattoos? Oh, god, Jasper. This is bad. Was all he could think. Something was really wrong with him. How could he not remember all of these things, unless something was wrong? Hesitantly, he lifted his hand, placing his fingers along the bandage covering his forehead and some of his hair. His fingers trembled, and froze upon the damp spot where he only assumed he was still partially bleeding. This wasn’t real. This can’t be real. He was dreaming––The girl. The girl’s voice was what pulled him back. It was soft, and weak. Almost like she was afraid to speak. His hand lowered, and he looked up at her with caution. “Hi?” It had come out as a question, because it was. A question as to her identity. Who she was, and why she’d stayed in the room.

Once she began offering her help, Jasper simply studied her with his eyes. She was dressed too informal to be a nurse––and besides, she looked too young. Her eyes were still raw, just as he’d seen a moment ago, and he couldn’t help but ask himself why she’d looked so distraught.Oh, God. Did he know her? Was he supposed to know her? He didn’t remember the tattoos. Or the people who’d called themselves ‘momma’ and ‘dad’ just a second ago. Was she––Where did she fall into all of this? He was so lost. His heart up ticked once more, as the breath felt like it was being pulled out of him. “Who are you?” He finally released, his voice a mumbled whisper. “I’m sorry, I just––Are you..Do I ..––Why are you here? Do I know you? Should I know you?” His eyes burned with tears, as he grew more panicked on the inside. Why couldn’t he remember things? Why? Why? WHY!?

It was amazing how one’s world could come tumbling down with a simple sentence. Should I know you? Probably, considering all the time they’d spent together... all the words they’d exchanged, all the touches they’d shared, and the fact that he held her heart as if it were his own. But in that moment, none of that seemed to matter; because she would never blame him for any of this... it wasn’t his fault. And although it utterly wrecked her that he couldn’t remember any of it, she was more concerned with how terrified he looked as he gazed up at her with vacant eyes, wanting to smooth the crease between his eyebrows with her thumb, wanting to press her lips to his own until he was responding, until he’d calmed down. But she knew that wouldn’t work this time, like it had so many times before. Because Jasper... wasn’t Jasper. 

Not prepared to answer the question, MJ let out a humorless laugh, attempting to keep a smile on her face as she slowly cracked instead, tears beginning to brim in her eyes as she cast her gaze down, away from where he could see; he was already confused enough... he didn’t need her weeping over him to add onto it. “No--- No, it’s okay,” She attempted to console with a small, shaky voice, the tears reflecting in his own eyes making her heart ache, the urge to comfort stronger than it’d ever been before. “Really, it’s---” But as she moved to rest her hand on his arm to give it a quick squeeze, she gave an aborted sigh halfway, dropping it instead as she practically pinned it to her side. “... I know you don’t remember,” She told him quietly then, giving him a watering smile as she finally lifted her eyes to meet his own. “I’m uh--- I’m MJ,” She continued on then after a long moment, unsure if she should introduce herself as her more common name, or the nickname that he tended to call her, the foreign feeling of introducing herself to the one person who knew her better than anyone making her stomach drop in sorrow despite herself. “... Your girlfriend,” She finished lamely, teeth catching her bottom lip as she worried it anything but gently. 

jasperafterdark:

The next moments were like a blur of noises and movements. He could hear people rushing around, and he could feel a hand on his cheek. One that was shaking, and haste, before it was gone just as quickly as it landed. His body hurt. All over. What was happening? The next voice he heard was that of an older woman, raspy and tear filled. “Jasper, honey, it’s momma,” The voice spoke, hand gripping his own. His eyes folded open at the touch, and he blinked in pure confusion as another hand resting on his forehead, gentle and soothing. He released a breath that burned his lungs, and took a moment to focus his vision, which was somewhat blurred from his sudden wake. Words couldn’t form in his mouth as his eyes blinked around the room. There was a woman, older, blonde, standing over him. She was the one holding his hand. Then there was the man on the other side of her, scruffy beard, teary eyes, thanking god that he was okay. And finally there was a girl, on the opposite side of the bed. She had blonde unruly curls, and piercing blue eyes. Her lip was shaking, and she looked like she’d been crying. Either that or she was sick. Her nose was so red. “Jasper,” a voice bellowed, and he flickered his eyes to the man in a lab coat at the foot of his bed. A doctor. Was he in the hospital? Sucking in a sharp breath he looked down at his arm, where bandages and tubes lined his skin. There was gashes and dried blood on him, and where the hell––are those tattoos!? His heart began to thump against his chest cavity, causing his heart monitor to begin beeping erratically. “Wha..” He breathed, just as the doctor spoke on. “Jasper, it’s okay, you’re in the hospital. You were in an accident. You hit your head, but you’re okay, we just kept you asleep for a little while..” Jasper’s breathing picked up pace, and his eyes bounced around the room again. Accident? When had he been in a ..? “..Jasper, how do you feel?” The doctor leaned forward a bit, and he could feel the woman squeeze his hand. His eyes landed on the blonde girl with curly hair, “..I don’t..” Elizabeth leaned down, hands running over his head once more. “You don’t what sweetheart? What is it?” Jasper blinked, “..I don’t understand––w-where’s my––my parents did you ..I need my parents..” The room fell silent, and everyone glanced around at each other hesitantly. “Uh.. Baby, we’re right here..” Elizabeth soothed, her smile twitching. Jasper’s head snapped to her, and he glanced down at their hands before pulling them apart. “What? I––I don’t..”

It were as if the world fell silent around them as Jasper’s eyes skipped frantically around the room, the only sound to be heard being the rapid beeping of the heart monitor as his clear confusion had everyone starting in panic, the doctor included. He didn’t remember his own parents...? But how--- Elizabeth had told her that he was in poor condition--- But she’d never imagined this. She hadn’t prepared herself for the violent lurch her stomach gave as the other’s gaze fell on her hesitating in the doorway, eyes that were once filled with love and adoration now empty and terrified, looking at her as if she were nothing more than a stranger.  MJ kept silent however, mostly for her own sanity, as she attempted not to break out into a fresh set of tears, lip wobbling as she carefully tucked her hair behind her ear to distract herself. Breathe, she chanted in her head over and over until her lungs were forcing themselves to obey, the look on Elizabeth’s face making it difficult to stay together. Maybe... maybe it wasn’t all that bad; maybe he just had a case of amnesia at the most. It made sense considering the crash and the possible head injury--- But she prayed that it wasn’t more serious. Prayed that she’d get the love of her life back eventually. Watching then as the doctor gave his parents a serious look, asking them to step out into the hall so that they could speak privately, MJ felt herself begin to panic, the potential of being left along with Jasper-- Who most likely hadn’t the slightest idea who she was-- leaving her feeling as if someone had doused her in cold water. Elizabeth squeezed her hand on the way out, shooting her son one last look before the three disappeared out the door, leaving her and her boyfriend alone for the first time since he’d woke up. 

She cast her eyes down then as the room became filled with searing silence, working herself up to making her way over to the other after a long moment with shaking legs as she practically forced herself to put on a small smile. She could do this--- No matter what he said, she could stay together for his sake. “Uh--- H-hi,” She finally managed to get out as she kept her hands clamped down at her sides, willing herself not to reach out and touch despite the way her body gravitated to him naturally. “Do you uh-- Can I get you anything?” She asked quietly instead of asking what she was dying to know, or dreading, she should say. Because she had a feeling she already knew the answer. “Water-- Or uh-- Do you want to sit up?” She hated the way her voice trembled, but that she couldn't control, her throat feeling as if it were on fire as she held back the tears threatening to fall 

jasperafterdark:

Jasper didn’t make a move, except for the rising and falling of his chest as he inhaled each quivering breath. His body was cold, which was the only temperature the body of a boy who had died should be. One looking from afar would assume him to still be dead. What with the limpness of his body, even as his girlfriend took his hand inside her own. Inside his head, everything was blank. No activity, except for the far away sound of a girl’s teary voice. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion. The beeping of the heart monitor, the sounds roaring into his ears. Slowly, his senses were coming to. It had started with the voices, and suddenly, he could feel something in his hand, his fingers twitching and causing a dull ache to resonate over his body. His feet were next, shifting slightly beneath the covers, and his throat grew sore as a low muffled noise came from his lips, “Mfmn..” His groggy, scratchy voice musted, and his head moved only for his mouth to clench in pain. “Mh––ow..” His words slurred, and he attempted to open his eyes but his eyelids ached, and each movement behind his lids caused a teeth shattering pain to shoot through his skull. His first thought processed being, What the hell happened? Where am I? He could feel someone there with him. Feel the cool air of a well conditioned room. But the lights were blinding even with his eyes closed. And he wanted to scream himself awake. This was a dream? Was it a dream? But he couldn’t get the words to come out of his mouth. He released a sigh, although it mostly came out as a grumble. Talk, Jasper, talk.

“---- J-jas?” Em started suddenly in shock as the other shifted beneath her touch, voice unusually small sounding as she watched with slight amazement as movement slowly began draining back into him, his bruised lips twisting in agony as he began to wake. The feeling swelling in her chest was one of mixed emotions, happiness that he was finally showing some signs of life, but also horror that he now had to live with what she could only imagine as unbearable pain. “You’re awake,” She whispered in pure relief, mostly to herself before she was trying to soothe the other, hand clutching his further as she linked their fingers. “Hey, baby, I need you to not-- don’t move, okay?” She managed to get out as she let out another chocked out sob, this one more of a laugh than anything else as she gave a watery smile down at her boyfriend, thumb brushing across his temple near reverently as she desperately cupped his cheek, careful not to hurt him further as she did so. “I’m going to get the nurse, just----” But before she could finish, she was already pushing up from her chair on pure adrenaline, leaning down then to press a delicate kiss to his cheek then, nothing more than a brush of lips on skin before she was out the door. “Mrs--- Mrs. Brice?” She called, chest heaving as she jogged to where she still stood with the nurse and doctor. “He’s awake,” She informed then, eyes frantic as she directed them in the direction of his room. With that, she led them back, all three practically tripping over each other as they entered the room, MJ hesitating near the doorway as she allowed his mother to have her moment. She didn’t mind standing back for the time being. 

jasperafterdark:

Elizabeth held MJ for a bit longer, allowing the girl to cling to her and receive the support they both needed, before she released MJ from her arms, the tears already slipping down her cheeks. “It’s––It’s bad,” Her voice cracked, as she cupped the trembling girls face in her hands. She didn’t think she’d seen so much pain from when she’d looked in her own reflection, but what she saw staring back at her through the young girl’s eyes was that much worse. “He––He was blinded by the brights of another car, and he drove off the road. Apparently he tried to miss the tree, but the car..” It was like someone had wrapped their hands around her throat. “..The car flipped over and he was partially thrown out of the car window..––They said if his head hadn’t shattered the driver side window, he would have he would have gone through the windshield… and he would have died.” The thought sent shivers down her spine, and she clenched her hands. “But look at me, he’s going to be okay. Alright? He’s gonna be just fine, don’t you worry..” Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she had to swallow it in this moment. She’d been through more. Lived longer. This was her job, as the mother. She was supposed to take care of the girl her son loved. And so with a heaving chest, she did her best. “He’s––He’s asleep, but you can go on in and see him..I’ll just handle the nurse.” Without another word, she pressed a kiss to the girls temple, and walked off towards the questioning nurse, who was whispering to the doctor feverishly. Leaving MJ alone in front of Jasper’s room. 

Jasper’s door was cracked open, and inside the dimlit room, he laid in his bed. Tubes connected all over him. Cuts and bruises lined his face and arms. There was gauze wrapped around his head, and his chest rose and fell in long intervals. Oxygen tubes in each nostril to help support his breathing. Which, due to his ribs almost collapsing on his lungs, was difficult for the unconscious boy. To anyone who knew Jasper, this was not him. This, weak, bruised and pale person with covered eyes. But only the broken shell of the boy they once knew.

MJ felt like she couldn’t breathe. “I just--- I just saw him,” She managed to get out, tears continuing to slip down her cheeks as the other only held her tighter, her embrace managing to calm her slightly if at all. “He came down to surprise me... He shouldn’t--- This shouldn’t be happening. He should be back to Portland by now-- He-- He---” Though she cut off as another sob tore through her, the idea that her boyfriend was lying broken in a hospital room a few doors down physically making her feel weak. She felt like she was in a bad dream--- That she would wake up, and Jasper would still be wrapped around her, soothing her back to sleep with soft words and gentle kisses. Forcing herself to calm down then as the other took her cheeks into her hands, their eyes meeting, she gave a shaky nod at her words. “O-okay,” She replied unconvincingly, letting out a heavy breath as she took his mother into her arms once more. She felt guilty, if she was being honest---- This was her son, after all. If anything, she should be the one offering comfort. But at the moment she couldn’t even get herself to think straight let alone support someone else. “Thank you,” She whispered then as the other kissed her temple, leaving her to talk down the nurse who nearly hadn’t allowed her back. Watching his mother for as long as she could through teary eyes, she glanced over her shoulder then to the room she’d come out of, her stomach dipping painfully as she swallowed roughly.  She didn’t know if she could do this. Approaching the door with stiff legs, MJ paused before she could step inside, eyeing the barrier with what could only be described as terror as she briefly prepared herself to see the condition that the other was most likely in. “He’s going to be alright,” She repeated to herself softly, squeezing her eyes closed then before she let out one final breath--- She could do this. With that, she finally pushed the door open, heart coming to a stop in her chest as her eyes landed on her broken boyfriend. “Baby...” She found herself saying, her voice sounding foreign to her own ears as a fresh set of tears began slipping down her cheeks. Lip quivering as she attempted to hold back the sobs threatening to rip through her, she moved to sit beside his bed, shaky hand taking his in her own as she clutched tightly. “H-hi, Jas---” She whispered in a broken voice, eyes not knowing where to land as they trailed over his face, taking note of every cut and bruise. She felt like she was going to be sick. “I--- I’m here, okay? I’m here, and I love you, and you-- You’re going to be okay.” She didn’t even know if he could hear her, but she didn’t want to waste a second if he could. 

“You said some day we might When I'm closer to your height 'Til then we'll knock around, endlessly...”

“You're all I need.”

“----- Jasper...?” 

jasperafterdark:

 Elizabeth hadn’t slept a wink in the past 24 hours. Her new home being found beside her son’s bed, hand tucked in his own,  just begging the stars above for him to open his beautiful big brown eyes. Yes, he was alive, but just how much of him had been destroyed in the crash, they had yet to know. Running her fingers through her hair, she glanced at her empty coffee cup. She would need a refill if she planned to stay awake long enough to be there when Jasper woke up. Sighing, she stood, placing a kiss on his forehead, wincing at how lifeless he felt. “I’ll be right back baby,” She whispered, and then she released his hand, taking her coffee cup in her hand and walking out of the room. She’d only walked a few feet towards the cafeteria, when she heard a distressed voice coming from the lobby. Frowning, she poked her head around the corner, and instantly she felt a weight rest on her chest at the sight of her son’s friend. “Hey! Hey, it’s alright, they’re with me..” She hurried over to the teenager, her coffee cup long forgotten as she pulled them into her arms. “They’re with me…Oh,” Her hand cupped the back of their hand, her voice shaky. “Oh god, Thank you for coming sweet heart..Thank you..”

“You have to let me see him--- You-- You don’t--” MJ could barely stop crying long enough to get the words out, practically sobbing in front of the nurse as she ran frustrated, shaking fingers through her hair roughly, attempting to focus her attention on one thing at a time rather than fifty like her racing mind wanted to. She obviously hadn’t been expecting the call she received from Jasper’s mother this morning when she was driving to school; it was just supposed to be another mundane day. Chem test during first period, American History during third... and then after school she was scheduled to work the late shift, which she always dreaded. However, the universe apparently had something completely different in mind, some cruel, sick joke--- And as earth shattering as the news had been, she still hadn’t wrapped her brain around it. She wouldn’t believe it was true... Not until she saw him. “He’s my boyfriend, you don’t understand!” She managed to choke out then, voice cracking horrifically as she fought the urge to lunge at the less than helpful woman. But luckily before she could, she felt arms wrapping around her, pulling her close as they explained the situation. MJ broke as she hugged his mom back. “Please tell me he’s okay,” She cried in a small voice, fingers clutching the back of the other’s shirt as she clung. She could practically feel the impending doom weighing down on her. Nothing was okay anymore. 

@missmj: @jasperafterdark have a safe drive back :(

hi kiddos! I’ll be around today after my classes are over

I just had a shit ton of homework last night :(

but yeah okay thats all bye

💜MJ💜

Riley: Hey, still alive. Just super sick. Greatest way to start off the year, huh babe?

Riley: I'd say you could keep me company, but I don't want to get you sick too :(

MJ: Oh no :((

MJ: Are you sure? I was just about to say I could bring over some soup or something if you wanted... or a milkshake from the diner? I'm about to close up anyway!

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Am I miley yet?

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badboybenbarcellos:

You don’t like bein’ called out on your shit, that’s not my problem. All I’m doin’ is tellin’ it like it is. If you can’t handle me being blunt with you, then this shit was never gonna work out anyway. You’d show up to study and fuckin’ throw a book at my head or some shit. But don’t go turnin’ this around on me, all I fuckin’ did was ask for your number. You and your twat for a boyfriend started this fight.

Call my boyfriend a name one more time and you’ll get more than a book thrown at your head. Seriously, Barcellos, knock it off. 

You don’t even know him--- You don’t even really know me, for that matter. But you can’t seem to keep your dick in your pants, so you go after anything that has two legs. And then get upset when they tell you they’re not interested! And you can claim all you want that your intentions behind getting my number are innocent, but that doesn’t mean I’ll believe you. I mean, I’d show up to study and you’d probably try to stick your hand up my shirt or something considering your track record. So, whatever. Call me a bitch, and a dick, and anything else you can think of all you want. Blame me for failing english too, while you’re at it! I just don’t really care. Because the only petty one between the two of us is you.  

badboybenbarcellos:

He started that shit with me, I was just flirtin’, he could be less insecure. You both have a stick up your ass, calm your tits. A) I don’t fuckin’ go shoutin’ every time I get a number, and B) that’s some extortion bullshit and if you’re gonna be that fuckin’ petty I can get another chick to help me out.

Yeh, fine. Later. I’m kinda sick of everything about you right now.

You know what? Let me go. You stay here, Ben. Get someone else to help you, don’t get someone else to help you--- I don’t really give a fuck anymore. If you’re just going to be an asshole every time we speak and then turn it around onto me, then it’s my own fault for continuing to waste my time with you. 

badboybenbarcellos:

The only reason? Nah. But it is a legit reason. Take it or leave it, babe, but I’m askin’ for your help, and I don’t do that shit much. ‘Sides, right now I’m not the one actin’ like a dick.

“Excuse me for not being one hundred percent on board with helping you. You were the one who got into a twitter fight with my boyfriend. --- But fine, because I’m not a dick, I will. Give me your phone. And if you tell anyone you have my number for any other reason other than help with english, I don’t have a problem with watching you fail.”

“There, it’s in there. Text me so that I have yours.”