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Jackson’s face after April’s first time | 8x21 Moment of Truth
[requested by anon]

I could go on for days, months even, about this moment. Because it’s almost kind of perfect while actually being incredibly heartbreaking. While one of them is wrecked with guilt because she’s just betrayed her faith and doesn’t know what to make of what just happened, the other is smiling. He’s happy. With himself, with her, but mostly that she chose him, and that she trusted him enough to give him that part of her. He’s happy, because she’s now his, without actually being his. A small part of her, his sometimes shy sometimes annoying best friend, now belongs to him, to his heart. He’s amazed by her. She has grown, she has become someone else and he’s proud of her for that, and he’s proud of himself for being the one to help her achieve something new, discover herself that little bit more. So, he smiles; because he’s happy, and in the moment where the tension is high because while he doesn’t regret a single thing, she might do. But she’s his friend, his best friend, and she’s just handed him something so special that he will do anything she asks of him. And when she clearly wants some time alone, he obliges. Because she’s her, and he’s him, and he knows her better than anyone, now outside just as much as in. And his voice husks and her lashes flutter, and he’s suddenly aware of who she is now becoming to him. He’s amazed by her, in awe of her, of what happened, and he has a small smile on his lips as he kisses her goodnight, goodbye, because she probably didn’t expect him to kiss her anyway but he can’t help himself. It’s quick, and soft, and a simple kind of gentle because that’s who she is. She deserves that much. He’ll do anything she asks, because she  somehowmanaged to infiltrate his system after a round of lovemaking and innocent breaths. And while a small piece of her now belongs to him, for his safe keeping, he also willingly gave her a part of himself, of his heart, when he kissed her with that damn smile.

I have an ass, but it’s not for you to grab whenever you please. I have boobs, but they aren’t for you to stare at. I wear makeup, because I can and I want to and it makes me feel pretty. I wear short skirts, because there’s no law that says I can’t and maybe it’s a just a little warm outside. I get drunk, because I like to have fun and less loose, but that doesn’t mean you should take advantage of me. I have sex, when I want to and not when you say I should. I like my body, but that doesn’t mean that you can too. I have long hair but it’s not for you to pull at. I look at people, and I don’t expect to be assaulted for doing so. I Don’t call me names if I haven’t done anything to you. Don’t look at me if it’ll only make me want a shower. Don’t touch me if I don’t invite you to. Don’t insult me and expect me to back down and not retaliate. Don’t hurt me and assume that I won’t show my scars. I have rights, and you have no damn right to take them away from me.