#this will not show up in the tags but Hoe well *throws confetti*

[jacquclyn-blog]

hi my guys ! name’s honey, i’m 19 and i’m actively doing everything in my power to keep from going back to campus to get my books because that means classes are about to start and...yep, no thanx. anyways, i’ve been eyeing this bad boy and when i saw lizzie the loml got reopened i’d figure hell yeah, let’s do this thing, so here i am and honestly just accept that you’re never getting rid of me. beneath the cut is more on jackie, ofc, so feel free to hmu or just like this and i’ll come to you !! #buyrainbowonitunes

——— woah! wait, was that ELIZABETH OLSEN i just saw walking down mainstreet? no, of course not. that was just JACQUELYN VANCE. they’re TWENTY-SEVEN years old and identify as CISFEMALE. they have been in Alder Heights for TEN YEARS and work as a MAGAZINE EDITOR. i’ve heard they can be OBSTINATE and PEDANTIC on their bad days. but don’t be put off, because JACKIE can also be FERVENT and DISCERNING. no wonder people around here call them the AMARANTH.

born in los angeles, california, jackie grew up very comfortably; both parents are lawyers and during the clinton administration, jackie’s father served as the us ambassador of france. she was nine when they first moved, and was seventeen when her father’s run overseas was finished, and being back home was an interesting transition for her, since she felt like the odd man out considering she’d fallen in love with the french way of life, i guess? she didn’t really want to leave when the time came, but it wasn’t entirely up to her (her least favorite president is w. bush, 3 guesses why lmao) 

instead of going back to la, they moved to alder heights, since her father wanted to continue pursuing a career in government/politics, and it was much closer to dc than la was. her two younger sisters adjusted to life back home a lot easier than jackie did; she wound up completing the last little bit of high school online, since she’d had an accelerated course schedule overseas (she loved school) and would’ve rather been eaten by wolves than go back to public school tbh. she started classes at georgetown uni (rich parents lmao) at seventeen and for awhile, her major was in political science since she had every intention to follow in her father’s footsteps, he was her hero after all

and then somewhere along the line, she realized she didn’t really like political science, she liked having an opinion on and discussing politics, so she moved over into mass communications and her parents weren’t thrilled at all, they totally thought they were going to have a vance legacy and be able to start some family dream team thing and being the oldest, they expected her to be the one to fulfill this, and it definitely started a few fights but they eventually shut up about it just because arguing with her is arguing w a brick wall tbh — they are still slowly coming around, they’re not crazy about it but they still support her, things are Tense, fun times

so she graduated, went on and got her masters, blah blah, fast forward to where jackie finds the job of her dreams at an unnamed, v popular magazine (it’s unnamed bc i want it to be lmao, givE ME TIME but if you need a comparison, think cosmo) and she chased after it hard, like all she wanted to do was be a writer and after spending roughly two years as an assistant, she got promoted to a writer and she loved it, absolutely loved it. got to write about the things she was passionate about, loved the people she worked with, she was living the Dream 

and after a few years of just really, really enjoying her job her higher-ups were like “hey, we’re gonna promote you if you want” and in jackie’s mind she was like, hell yeah, more responsibility, more control, all the things she loves tbh and she took the job as the lifestyle department editor since it was broad and encompassed a lot of the stuff she’d enjoyed writing for and of course, Loved it...to a point

jackie is married to her job, and it’s highkey unhealthy tbh, she’s very very hard on herself and now that she’s moved up in the hierarchy of things she’s beginning to see what they ask of their employees and it’s not always stuff she agrees with? it’s a lot of pressure and she’s beginning to fall out of love with all of it in general, the writing, being responsible for stuff, etc and part of her is like fuck this, i’m over it but at the same time, she’s forcing herself to stick w it because she wants to prove to her parents she can too see their successes in the career path she chose

basically, she’s currently conflicted as hell when it comes to work and is currently a don’t ask, don’t tell type of situation

has begun doing freelance writing on the side?? she doesn’t post or share any of it since most of it is just her rambling and she’s not got that much time to dedicate to it as it is but it’s kinda keeping her sane in the moment and reminding her as to why she loves what she does

her label is the amaranth, one of my faves, which p much means that they’re hard to forget and leave an impression and that’s certainly jackie lmao, she’s got a very strong personality that makes it hard for you to confuse her w anyone else

y’all see the traits up there in that app....that’s Her. she’s the kinda person you want in your corner, not the person you want opposing you bc she will end you and show no mercy

is a sagittarius 

can sometimes let her emotions get the better of her??? she’s stubborn and gets conflicted very easily and that basically just leads to disaster, she’s great at making problems in her life that aren’t a big deal a Big Deal and what she wants, she’ll get it even if she’s got to step on toes or scream really, really loudly for someone to hear her; her parents taught her to never settle and settle she does not

also bilingual, speaks fluent english and french. usually only slips into french when she’s pissed so...beware

connections i’d love to see for jackie (but aren’t limited to, i just know it’ll be a hot second before i get a page up and running!):

best friend  —  self explanatory, obviously, but just give me someone who jackie can sit on the couch and drink wine with in her pajamas, someone who’s got her back if they go out to a bar, her go-to if she’s ever got a company thing and she needs a date last minute, someone who’s gonna butt heads with her when there’s a conflict in either of their lives but they still love one another no matter what *cue true friend by hannah montana in the distance*

sibling like relationship  —  another self explanatory one but jackie’s got a mad mom side to her, she’s v protective of the people she loves so give me someone that might as well be a long lost vance, they do dumb shit together, have each other’s backs, try (and fail) at matchmaking for the other, having a toothbrush with their name on it at their apartment, the works

summer flings!!!!! someone jackie met while she was on vacation or even off on a business thing and they like hooked up and she never in a million years would’ve expected to bump into them back in alder heights......except, she did

tbh just give me a friends-esque group of people for jackie where they all hang out and eat and act like their lives aren’t constantly falling apart, that’d be N*ce too

exesssss!!! the good, the bad, the inescapable, the ones with lingering feelings, the ones that swear they’re over but have a problem every time the other even looks like they’re about to go on a date w someone else, this is free range

college friend   —  basically someone that she met back when she was in college and was the first bit of american companionship that she’d had since she was like, nine?? like i said, she started classes at seventeen, and hadn’t really interacted with anyone since she did online schooling for her senior year; this could’ve been a roommate, someone she had a class with, someone that she met on campus and got coffee with, we can talk this one out obviously but you get the gist!

angst  —  idk what, idk how, i just live for it and i want it thanks

someone who lives near jackie and whether it’s really weird stuff like coming over to ask for some milk to put in their coffee since they’re out and forgot to buy some or they like hang out and have dinner together a few nights a week, switching off and stuff, i think this could be Fun

family friend  —  jackie’s parents are both lawyers and her dad’s been involved in politics for awhile so i can imagine jackie’s gone to her fair share of parties and whatnot, meeting clients and coworkers and all kinds of people so this would ideally be someone she met because their parents were acquaintances/friends; they could’ve met as kids, stayed in touch while jackie was overseas and resumed their friendship years later when the both of them found themselves back in dc, they could’ve met on the more recent end of things, they could totally understand the other’s pain and get along gr8 because someone finally gets it, they could lowkey hate each other bc their parents are rivals/ they’re trying to work through it...the possibilities are endless

and while i’m on the topic of past connections: jackie occasionally had to come back to the us and visit dc while her dad was serving as ambassador (aged 9-17) so if you’re interested, we can totally work something with that

a plot where they’re acquaintances at best, they’ve maybe got mutual friends and therefore they hang out a bit but they’re always arguing w one another for whatever fucking reason, they both probably annoy each other but they’ve got mad sexual tension going on?? maybe they act on it, maybe they don’t, but either way, they lowkey enjoy the bantering and being at one another’s throats even if they act otherwise

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Friends to Lovers Pt. 7

(A/N) The next part is here! Yay! Confetti! It’s party time!! Okay, I have no idea what’s wrong with me...I’m tired...can’t wait for my own bed...Puh...! Enjoy! This one is a little bit shorter, there is a timeskip between this and the next part..sorry....

Warnings: Singing, Emotions, Fighting

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I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high and live worth living I dream that love would never die I dreamed that god would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night (But the tigers come at night) With their voice as soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart (As they tear your hope apart) As they turn your dream to shame

And still I dream she’ll come to me That we’ll live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I’m living So different now from what it seemed Now live has killed the dream I dreamed

By the end of the song the whole room was quiet and I had tears in my eyes, but no one except Xavier noticed that. He looked at me, eyes filled with concern. The silence in the room was interrupted when a girl started clapping. Soon, the whole room was applauding. Xavier hugged me and wiped away my tears. “You did well.” Soon silence fell again and some fell asleep. Xavier and I kept on talking for a while. “So, I guess your talk with Lucy was successful?” We laid in bed, looking at each other. “Yup. But more important, why did you cry?” He looked worried, again. “I, uh…just thought about my old faction. Nothing to worry about.” I tried to smile at him and he quietly laughed at my pathetic attempt. You don’t have to tell me, but if you want to, I’ll be here. Good night.” He kissed my cheek and went to sleep. I stayed awake for a while.

When I woke up the next morning, Eric and Four stood by the stairs, discussing something. The others were still asleep. I decided to take this opportunity to take a long shower. Getting my towel and a change of clothes from under my bed I walked to the shower area and turned on the water. “You’re already up.” Four walked over to me. “Yup. Ha to take the chance to shower in private.” He laughed at my comment, shaking his head. “I remember that. You’ll love the showers after initiation. You can even lock the doors!” We kept on laughing, until Eric stepped in. “Go take your shower, we are going to wake the others soon.” His face was stern again. Typical leader mode. “Yes sir!” I turned around, beginning to shed my clothes. Four and Eric retreated to the stairs to gi2ve me some privacy. The shower wasn’t as good as the one at Eric’s place, but it was quite okay. I just finished putting my clothes on again when Eric woke the others. Four has disappeared to somewhere. “I want to see all of you in five minutes in the training room!” After that, he too, left. I went back to where Xavier put his clothes on and together with Lucy, we walked to the training room. Eric was waiting at the knife throwing stand, polishing said knives. “Today we’ll train throwing knives. I’ll show you and you’ll have all day practising. And if any of you, hit me, don’t think I won’t kill you just because you’re only sixteen.” He really did show us hoe tor throw it correctly. Once. He showed us one time how to do it and didn’t even bother helping us during practise. Asshole.

Xavier and I stood beside each other, throwing one knife after the other. It wasn’t going all too bad. Most of the time, I hit the body that was displayed before us, sometimes even the targets that were drawn on it. But most of the time I missed. At least I was strong enough to throw my knife so it could reach the wall. Most of the knifes fell to the floor midway. “Focus when you throw. And stand a little more sideways.” Four grabbed my hips and positioned me right. I quietly thanked him and tried again. This time it landed much closer to the target. “Much better.” Four squeezed my shoulder and went on. “Ahm, Four! I think I, too, need help!” Xavier called out to Four, who just rolled his eyes as a respond. Still, the small smile on his lips betrayed him. “With all due respect Xavier, I don’t think he is gay.” Xavier pouted at my comment and I laughed again. “Hey! Focus!” Eric stalked towards us. “We’re just having a little fun Eric. Calm down.” I looked at him with raised eyebrows, not understanding what happened to make him this angry. “Don’t talk to me like that, initiate!” That hurt. “I thought it was (Y/N), but apparently I was wrong.” It only came out as a whisper, but Eric still understood me. He turned around and signed me to follow him. I did, and that was the biggest mistake I ever made. He walked to one of the mats, stripping off his boots and jacket, he climbed up. “Come on, initiate. Or are you scared?” He smirked at me. He knew that I would not let him call me that, and he used that to his advantage. “There is seriously not one day I don’t get involved into a fight.” Xavier, who has followed me chuckled which earned a death stare from Eric. Let’s just say he shut up, immediately. I climbed onto the mat, waiting for Eric to say something. Instead he lunged at me. I ducked under his right arm and came out behind him. “I won’t fight you Eric!” I looked him in the eyes after he turned around. “Take all the points you want from me. This is not bravery! This is foolishness! I would never be able to win against you, at least not now. So do whatever you want, but I won’t do this.” I jumped down and walked back to my knives, continuing to practise. All eyes were on me and Eric, waiting what he was going to do next. “Follow me.” He walked towards the exit. I followed him, not wanting to despise him more than necessary. We walked for a few minutes, until he stopped and turned around. “Are you fucking serious?!” He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head against the wall. “Just because I knew you in my past, doesn’t mean that you can go around talking like that to me!” His grip on wrists tightened and that hurt, but the words that left his mouth hurt more. “You knew me? Are you sure? Because I thought I knew you, but I’m not sure anymore.” He let go of my wrists and took a step back. “(Y/N), look, I…” “Save it for someone who still cares Eric! Because I, sure as hell don’t anymore.” I ran down the hallways, just wanting to get away from my so called best friend. After a lot of running, I found myself in the dorm, standing opposite from a mirror. Tears were streaming down my face and my eyes were red and puffy from all the crying and rubbing. “Do you want to tell me something?” Four stood on the stairs, looking at me through the mirror. “If you really want to know, sit down. This is going to be a long talk.”

“My father has never been the nicest guy. He always yelled at my mother and sometimes hit her too. I once tried to interfere, and let’s just say it didn’t end to well. Then, when I was seven years old my mother and my older sister just left overnight and all my fathers anger focused on me. He began hitting me daily, with his belt, a stick or just his hands. He also knew when anything important happened in school. For example school nurse check-ups and when the school photographer came. A few days before those things happened, he left me alone. Not touching me, but he also never talked to me during that time. Anyway, Eric was the only one that knew about that. He was my best and only friend, especially after my mother and sister left. He was the only that was there for me. He kept me from doing…things…many times. He saved my life and then he left. He just changed faction, leaving me completely alone. I always thought he really liked me. And I wasn’t really able to hate him after he changed faction. So I went to see him on visiting day. I asked one of his trainers to tell him I was waiting for him, he never came. I sat there till visiting day was over. When I got back, my father was already waiting for me. After that I really thought that he never liked me. But…after everything that happened when I slept at his place I had hope again. That everything would be the same as it was, even better! And now…he destroyed all that hope with one sentence. Now I finally realised that what you said is true. I’m sorry Four. For lying to you and for not trusting you. Apparently you know my best friend better than I do.”

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Song:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRP0HGGJhj0

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