Everyone's Type

Jackson Whittemore, eighteen, better than you--oh, and a werewolf. If you don't know me, that's your loss. I probably don't have time for someone like you, but if you think you can handle it, hit me up sometime. I might just notice you. Starting Fresh (part of the Project M RP group)

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All That's Left Here || Jackson & Stiles

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Stiles lay in a heap on the couch, groaning with one hand over his eyes as he mumbled to himself. “Whyyyyyy are you present in my life? There is no god. I was told angels are real and totally a thing, but I am positing that there is no god because you are at my door with all your…. you-ness.” He sighed, listening to Jackson through the door. Damn conscience. Damn… Scott rubbing off on him. Damn important whatever Jackson had to share.

He heaved himself to his feet with another massive sigh. He pulled the door open again and then turned away from it, waving one arm out in the laziest welcome ever to grace New York. “Casa de la Stiles y Ole Crooked Jaw. Come on in, this may as well be a thing that happens.

"So, what’s so important that it will inspire you to actually seek out my company?" Stiles grabbed a few stray owl feathers he had been working with a few days prior, and started twirling them in his fingers absently. "Speak, oh ye of the cheekbones and entitlement."

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Jackson felt like this was a bad plan already. He probably should have just turned around and walked away. He didn’t need Stiles. He didn’t need to make amends with him… But he wanted to be accepted. He wanted to be part of the pack. Somehow, Stiles was the key to that. Not directly but… Scott was right. He had to get the trust of everyone else, anyway.

He groaned at Stiles talking, and he was pretty damn close to turning away anyway, but Stiles opened the door finally. He stared in disbelief at the open door, raising an eyebrow, and slowly followed after him into the apartment. He was here to see Scott. Scott would probably be back soon enough, anyway. He was barely listening to Stiles as he walked in, a very different atmosphere than the last time he’d visited.

“Uh…” He realized that Stiles was talking to him now. “Well I was looking for Scott, actually.” He swallowed and looked around curiously. “But you know… in the meantime. While I’m here...” Jackson frowned, looking over at Stiles. “Why do I hate you so much?” He raised an eyebrow, though despite the question, he looked completely serious. “I mean, you make it pretty easy to do. You talk too much and you’re frankly just a pest, but… aside from the obvious.” That probably didn’t come out right. He realized that after a few moments and his face strained. “Sorry. That… isn’t quite what I meant. Well… no, it is. Why do I hate you?” 

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Savor Every Moment || Dean & Jackson

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"Better I didn’t have it at all!"

Well.

In all fairness the kid was right, right? It would be better that he wasn’t related to him and Sam. Hell, he’d be better off being related to fuckin’ Hitler than them. At least you don’t end up dead just for being related to Hitler right?

Dean heard those words echo in his mind over and over again for the past ten days or so, every day, every hour almost.

So he had another brother that wanted nothing to do do with him. Not news. Not at all. He was a killer, a serial killer at that but at least he only killed shit that needed to be killed, right?

If he didn’t he would’ve killed Jackson regardless of blood or even before he knew they were related at all. Right?

He stared at the amber liquid in the glass in front of him, chest heavy, sense of worth below sea level again.

"What’s the cost?" Any and all sense of security, he wanted to tell him. Peace of mind, calm, knowing that you’re actually saving someone, knowing that doing what you did was the right call, wondering if you’re only doing this because you don’t know how to do anything else or because you were trained to do it. There’s a lot of cost to doing what he did. No family, either. Not a normal one, anyway, so Jackson’d fit right in. No house. Hardly ever a permanent home, enough broken bones and bruises to baffle any doctor, dying, losing all of your friends… But it did save people. Normal people who did get all of those things. And hey, he’d stopped the end of the world once or twice.

The cost was high and it might not be worth it. But what choice did he have?

Of course Jackson wasn’t around to hear that, and Dean doubted that he’d ever see him again.

That is until he got a better look at the guy who sat next to him. His heart jumped but he said nothing and didn’t move beyond taking a drink. “You lost?”

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Jackson hardly moved, settling into his seat and swallowing. This was a terrible idea. Why had he come in here again? He thought he was never going to see Dean again, and now he was sitting next to him, still coming to terms with this bullshit. He shrugged at Dean’s question though, shaking his head.

“No…” He leaned over, looking at Dean with a frown. “You drunk yet?” His gaze drifted to the drink in his hand, grimacing slightly. It might make things easier if he were drunk, anyway. He bit on his lip and looked down.

“Didn’t think I’d find you though.” He sighed, muttering. Well, he figured he could take advantage of the fact that he did find Dean. “I said some shitty stuff… the other day.” He rubbed at the back of his head, turning slightly to look at Dean. “Sorry.” He didn’t figure that would solve anything though. “And I probably shouldn’t have run off either.”

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Savor Every Moment || Dean & Jackson

Jackson had been a wreck of denial and self-loathing that week. He was like a baking experiment gone wrong, a time bomb waiting to go off. He hadn’t exactly been pleasant, anyway, and those closest to him had to check their calendars twice to make sure the full moon hadn’t moved up a few weeks. He wasn’t about to tell anyone what had happened though, just opting for extra moody with a side of cocky asshole. In fact, it was more like his freshman high school-self had emerged from the depths where it had been banished. But Jackson wasn’t about to let anyone on to what had happened. The most he’d said was when he told Danny that he’d met another hunter and things got heated, but ultimately resolved.

It wasn’t necessarily a lie, though the last part might have been a bit stretched. Nothing between Jackson and Dean had been resolved. He had just run away… like he always did from stuff like this. He couldn’t fucking own up to the fact that something might actually be true for once, that he might actually have a family. Sure, he had his parents back in California, but they weren’t ever his real parents. They never had been. He didn’t have any siblings, and he certainly never trusted anyone aside from Danny or Lydia. So how the fuck was he supposed to deal when some guy he’d just met tells him that they were brothers?

As the week progressed though, Jackson calmed down from his anger, and started to consider it. He had acted irrationally, that much he could be certain of. He at least owed the guy an apology if nothing else. But what could he do? Dean probably wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Not only that, but he didn’t even know where to find him, no phone number, nothing.

It was only when he had finally put it from his mind almost ten days later that his feet brought him right where he needed to go. He stopped short at a familiar smell, looking up from his phone and pocketing it. He didn’t see him though, but he could still smell him… He frowned, looking at the black car to his left and turned his head up to the bar on his right. No way… Fate had a fucking dark sense of humor sometimes.

Jackson hesitantly slipped into the bar after some serious consideration, wondering if it was worth it even. Before he could even stop himself, however, he was sliding up next to Dean at the bar with absolutely nothing to say.

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Follows Me into the Woods || Dean & Jackson - CLOSED

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It was more than a big deal to Jackson. He was frozen in shock, practically, but trying not to be astounded. He rubbed at his face, almost mirroring Dean’s movement, and put his hand down. Denial. It was Jackson’s first instinct and his instant go-to with stuff like this. He didn’t like heavy news. This was just about as heavy as it got.

“Brothers?” He repeated, eyes widening even more. He almost looked nauseated, swallowing as if to keep the truth from surfacing. “I do care.” He gritted his teeth together, getting defensive. “More than you probably. If it even is true.” Jackson scoffed, shaking his head. It was just about all he could do to keep from getting stupidly emotional about it. Brothers. So he had a family. A real family.

“What the hell… I don’t even know you. Hell, just an hour ago you were pointing a gun at my face, so how the fuck do you think I’m supposed to feel? Like I can trust you? Fat chance of that. Why would I want to be related to a bunch of killers?” He snapped, lip curled in defiance. “I think I’m done here.” He was seething, some splattered mess of emotions on his face, and he finally turned away.

Dean laughed, shaking his head. “God, that is the brattiest thing I’ve heard you say, and that’s a pretty high bar, kid. You don’t know me, I don’t know you but now we got a reason to.”

He scowled at him. “Killers? Fuck you, I just saved people’s lives killin’ that fucking guy. You think I wanna be related to a werewolf? You know, the kind of shit I’ve been taught to gank since I was in first fuckin’ grade. You’re not some victim here, kid. No one sought out to do this to you, no one’s making you suffer but you.” He laughed and watched him walk off.

"Fine! Fine, you wanna go, go. Act like a goddamn little kid and pout about gettin’ something you didn’t even know you had." He scowled and looked away from him, scoffing.

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Jackson was seething, but mostly because he didn’t want to feel anything else. He didn’t dare let it sink in. This was just some joke the universe was playing on him. He didn’t have any family. Just when he’d finally gotten around to being somewhat okay with that, life decided to hand him another plate of shit to deal with? No way.

“Yeah, and you’re not all that high and mighty. You think you’re saving people but what’s the cost?” He growled, shaking his head. Dean’s words stung though, and he bitterly tried to ignore them. “Better I didn’t have it at all!” He snapped, finally leaving without looking back. 

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Ease Into It || Jackson & Mary Jane

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Mary Jane lifted a palm, running a single digit along one of her defined, arched brows. It was an idle maneuver rather than one that denoted any sort of clear irritation. The corner of her lips tugged upward as Jackson obliged her by following in pursuit. So she had a new shopping buddy to play her wing-man today. One that she was certain she had made in good taste. He was certainly a very dashing and charming man, which was presented in his own style and choice of attire alone. But beyond that, because MJ was generally a good judge of character and of sensing subtleties — and she definitely found herself smirking at the idea of one gay best friend. She wouldn’t make mention of it though, for the off chance that she might have been wrong.

There was a confidence in her strut, one that she knew Jackson held as well. It was that certain egoism of ‘I’ve money and I may or may not feel inclined to act significantly better than you because of it’. At least, that was the immediate vibe of intimidation that was put off. MJ was much more than that after you’d worked past the overall fact that she was a supermodel.

She slowed her pace, holding a palm back to gesture Jackson in closer toward her. She didn’t want to take aim with him taking up the rear (hah). MJ much more preferred their walking side by side so that she could openly converse with him while next deciding which store to hit. There was a certain protective vibe that she held toward him, however subtle. She didn’t even seem to notice it about herself. Though as he would have caught up, her palm settled instinctively over the small of his back for a moment, ushering him in and out of the way of passing strangers. It was just the natural mama bird syndrome that this familiar persona brought out in her.

She couldn’t help but chuckle at his own words laced with sarcasm. Though, it was his continued prodding that caused her to arch a brow. Not that she was offended or put off by his curiosity, she just wasn’t expecting it. In the midst of his attempting to explain why he may have sounded borderline creepy, she spoke — it was her own way of dismissing any sort of offered explanation or apology that he might have been unfolding. “He’s just coming over to my place,” she smiled. “Pizza and a movie.” Mary Jane shrugged, “Nothing too important.” Her stare shifted sideways toward him, “Why do you ask?”

And then, the better question as she glanced around the high-end side of the retail stores, “Pick your poison, handsome.” She was keen to let him decide on where they would shop. She didn’t want him to feel like some tag along. 

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Jackson raised an eyebrow, but caught up to her easily, walking alongside her in stride. He felt some sense of pride, a confidence boost, though he would never admit to it. Walking there in public with a supermodel definitely was an inflation to his sensitive ego though and even more reason for Jackson to walk with his chin lifted. He didn’t even question the hand at his back, though silently wondered about it. Was she feeling superior even to him? Not that he minded—she had every right to.

He pushed his hands into his pockets and leaned his shoulders back, a large grin on his face as they walked. No wonder Scott was totally goo-goo over her—she was practically royalty. How did she end up with Scott? Well he supposed they weren’t necessarily together yet. Just trying things out. But still… Scott? Jackson had to wonder what it was about that dork sometimes, but it wasn’t really his place to question. He’d spent so long thinking badly of Scott and holding a long term grudge that it was difficult to let go of.

He hummed softly though and pursed his lips, thinking as she answered him though. “Scott’s my friend. I gotta make sure you don’t look too good or he’ll make a complete fool out of himself,” he chuckled, biting on his lip. But he was partly joking, and shrugged, looking back up at the various stores. He eyed the variety, a smirk growing on his lips. He finally turned to her with a raised eyebrow and took the lead a bit, heading in a suddenly decisive direction. “Although,” he turned back to her, “I’m surprised and impressed that Scott’s gotten out words at all around you. Not that he’s not great and all, of course.”

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Lunch Is An Illusion || Allison & Jackson

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"Oh, good for him," she says, reaching for her check immediately. "Nah, not really. I mean, if I can’t pay for my own meals, then what the Hell is the point of being hit on by skeevy older men for eight hours a day?" She winks at him as she pushes her card into the leather fold of the check’s binding. 

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Jackson chuckled and shrugged. “Fair enough.” He smirked back at her, pushing his own check alongside hers and leaned back slowly. “Why don’t we meet up next week some time, go shopping for party stuff, that sort of thing?” He offered with a small grin. “If you’re not too busy, of course. I can pick you up if you want. And in the meantime, I’ll start telling the pack what we’ve got planned and see about dates. I’m sure we can pull off something pretty cool.”

[aerodynamiccheekbxnes]

Follows Me into the Woods || Dean & Jackson

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"Okay, so your mom couldn’t have kids. Somethin’ was up with her ovaries. My mom donated eggs, your mom got one and…" He swallowed. "And we’re brothers." He pointed to the monitor in the appropriate places as he spoke. "I can show you my fuckin’ birth certificate, dude, I’m serious. This… Fuck."

He sat back and scrubbed a hand over his face, looking at his mother’s signature. God, he wrote like his mom. Weird. He looked at him, brows creased.

"You find out you’ve got a brother, well, brothers, Sammy’s your brother too, and you say big deal? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He demanded. “You’ve got family, kid, and you don’t even care?”

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It was more than a big deal to Jackson. He was frozen in shock, practically, but trying not to be astounded. He rubbed at his face, almost mirroring Dean’s movement, and put his hand down. Denial. It was Jackson’s first instinct and his instant go-to with stuff like this. He didn’t like heavy news. This was just about as heavy as it got.

“Brothers?” He repeated, eyes widening even more. He almost looked nauseated, swallowing as if to keep the truth from surfacing. “I do care.” He gritted his teeth together, getting defensive. “More than you probably. If it even is true.” Jackson scoffed, shaking his head. It was just about all he could do to keep from getting stupidly emotional about it. Brothers. So he had a family. A real family.

“What the hell… I don’t even know you. Hell, just an hour ago you were pointing a gun at my face, so how the fuck do you think I’m supposed to feel? Like I can trust you? Fat chance of that. Why would I want to be related to a bunch of killers?” He snapped, lip curled in defiance. “I think I’m done here.” He was seething, some splattered mess of emotions on his face, and he finally turned away.

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Can you fill this silence? | Danny & Jackson

Danny stared blankly at the screen in front of him. He had two separate applications running on his mac book. One was an empty word document (spare his header at the top — his name and the date), the other was his open contacts list on Skype. More specifically, it was his empty conversation with Jackson Whittemore. 

It had been four days since the incident. Four days since Danny had spit daggers at him. Four days since Danny had been a total fucking dick. He continued to chew at his lower lip, doting like some hopeful puppy as he stared across their empty conversation. He didn’t know why he expected Jackson to message him. To call him. To text him. To check back in at any point to make sure everything was okay. They hadn’t spoken since that day. Though the more realistic part of his mind knew why. Jackson wasn’t talking to him and he likely wasn’t going to. Danny deserved. He deserved every bit of it.

I’m sorry, Jackson.

He quite literally planted his forehead in against his desk, sighing heavily. He needed to do something. He needed to make this right. He needed Jackson back.

With a clenched jaw, he lifted his head and minimized the word document. His essay could wait. Swiping his digit along the touchpad, he brought his cursor to linger along the green 'Call' button next to Jackson's name. He was hesitating. What was he going to say? What if Jackson answered? What if he didn’t? He couldn’t just pretend like nothing happened.

Against his better judgement due to his lack of having anything rightly prepared, he clicked the button. In response, there were several frilly rings as Skype attempted to contact the user on the other end. His webcam clicked on, the green light next to its lens signaling it having been powered on. In a small box at the bottom corner of his screen Danny saw himself. Tired. Sad. Lonely.

He pressed his lips inward, turning his gaze away for a moment. Another click was heard, pulling his stare back toward the screen. Jackson hadn’t answered. He sighed, obliging the prompt Skype had offered. The numbers began ticking, indicating that he was indeed leaving a video message.

Danny didn’t speak for a few long moments, not quite being able to bring himself to lift his gaze. It wasn’t as though Jackson was actually there, and that — surprisingly enough, made it harder. Though this was what was right. The moment his mind processed that reality, his gaze lifted and he forced a weak smile in the way of the camera.

"Hey.." Danny whispered softly, silence settling in once again. He lifted a palm, bringing it to his features as his nerves were seeming to abandon him, replaced by raw emotion. His hand swept up one side of his face, threading through the short messy waves of his hair. He rested his features in against it there, elbow sustained by its bent position being propped upon his desk. Another heavy sigh fell from him.

"I’m sorry," he muttered softly at first, before pulling his hand away and sitting there plainly. Though he was still having trouble lifting his stare out of his mixed feelings of shame and guilt. "I’m really sorry, Jackson.” He shook his head from left to right. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” His stare was blank, gazing down at his hands in his lap. He chuckled softly, though it certainly wasn’t any show of enthusiasm. “I guess I wasn’t.” He spoke with a measure of defeat.

"I just.." He shook his head once more lifting his stare back toward the lens. "I love you, Jackson.” His jaw clenched, chewing in upon his inner cheeks. It was the hardest thing, not looking away for several long seconds after he spoke it.. but he didn’t.

"I love you, and I’m sorry that I hurt you. And I miss you. And I’m lonely.” He was struggling. “You’re my best friend, and whatever I gotta do to get you to forgive me, I’ll do it.” He pressed his lips inward. Danny was a sensitive guy. He was an emotional guy. If that wasn’t evident before, it would have been by the swelling of tears within his eyes.

"Just forgive me." He pleaded softly. "Just come back, Jackson." He forced a smile once more, this time it was easier to stare there into the lens, knowing that his best friend was going to be on the other end. 

On a more light-hearted note, Danny smirked. “I won’t hurt you again.” He was trying to reason with the boy, lifting a palm and extending a pink out toward the cam. “Pinky swear.” It was dorkish and it was silly, but it was definitely very ’Danny’. He smirked at his own goofy gesture. 

With a heavy shrug of his shoulders, he sat back in his char. “I’m in Washington Hall. Room 415.” He smiled. “If you wanna stop by,” Danny licked at his lips nervously, “I’ll be here.” He nodded. “All night.”

He paused for a moment, before adding a soft, “Please come.” 

With that, he lifted a palm and with a flick of his wrist waved goodbye before clicking off the message recording.

Another bloop was heard, a popup box there prompted by Skype:

Are you sure you want to send this Video Message to Jackson Whittemore?

Without hesitation this time, Danny’s cursor moved over one of the two options offered.

Yes.

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Jackson got back from the pool, his normal routine. Practice, class, practice, home. He liked the extra practice time by himself. He didn’t have the pressure from the rest of the team to worry about. He didn’t have to hold back if he didn’t want to either. Going along with his routine, he dropped his bag off in his room, set his phone down, turned on his laptop, and headed for the shower. It was the normal thing to do now. He didn’t even look at his laptop though as he started undressing, unaware that Skype had signed him in automatically—as usual—and unaware that as he closed his bathroom door and stepped into the hot water, that he was getting a call from Danny.

Danny was the touchy subject of his own mind right now. He didn’t want to think about him. The more he thought about him, the more he got confused. It should have been nothing, but Jackson was the one who kissed him. The confusion slowly got replaced with just pure wanting, but Jackson tried his best to deny that, too.

The shower didn’t take long, and he’d managed to keep most of his Danny thoughts out of his mind, which was a success in his mind. He toweled off and put on a pair of boxers before walking back into his room, still unaware of the Skype message he had waiting for him.  

He wandered around his room, picking through his dresser for a shirt to throw on when his computer made a noise. Idly, Jackson turned and leaned over his desk, opening up the Skype window as it dinged at him. Danny. He swallowed, shirt still clutched in his hand tightly. Biting on his lip, he looked between the options he had. Play. Ignore. Delete. His cursor hovered over the ‘delete’ option for a moment, but he sighed and pressed ‘play.’

He watched, his fist curling tighter around the shirt in his hand, the other gripping onto the chair on his desk tightly. His jaw clenched, and he seemed to forget how to breathe as his gaze fixed onto Danny’s through the screen. It felt like he was right here. He found a tiny grin on his face at Danny’s pinky swear, but it was only there for a split second. Swallowing, he closed the laptop lid and tore himself from the desk, running his fingers through his still wet hair.

It was all he wanted, he couldn’t deny. But who was to say that Danny wasn’t going to push him away again? Jackson didn’t know what he was doing, after all. He didn’t even know if this—yes, yes he did. He knew this was something, whatever it was. He pulled his shirt on, grabbing a pair of jeans from the other drawer and tugging them on too.

Danny… he chewed on his lip and looked over to the laptop again as if it would give him another pop up option box. Play, ignore, delete. He sighed and shook his head, sitting back on his bed and putting his head in his hands.

Ignore.

Jackson couldn’t make that decision right now. The next few hours crawled by slowly though. He watched television, fruitlessly, made himself dinner, but he couldn’t even eat half of it. He threw it back in the fridge and sat on the couch again, mind racing at a thousand miles per hour. Danny. What do you want, Jackson? He didn’t know. But he did. He wanted Danny.

Play.

He got up, grabbed his keys, and didn’t even look at the clock before heading out. It was almost midnight when he got there, and somewhere along the way it had started pouring down rain. He sat in the car for two minutes, heart racing, before he could even get out. The short walk to the building had gotten him soaked, and he was let in by someone else that lived there, probably because he looked like a dripping wet puppy. Getting to Danny’s floor, he realized he’d need to be let in again. Shit. He hadn’t thought this through.

Jackson pulled out his phone quickly, hands shaking, and texted Danny: ‘You still awake? Come outside?’ He barely managed to push send, his screen now covered in water, but he didn’t care. Now all he could do was wait.

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Jackson Whittemore is really Jackson Hale and no one can tell me otherwise. I know Colton left for Arrow and it’s still unknown if he will ever return, but this shit right here, this is canon. It was never explained how Derek’s claws, a beta’s claws, could trigger dreams/memories inside Jackson. It was never explained why Peter’s touch made Jackson’s wound glow. It was never explained why Jackson had such a connection to the Hales and the Hale house, and it wasn’t just because he wanted to get bitten so badly. There was something there that cannot be explained in another way, that was supposed to build up to the truth about Jackson’s real family. I don’t care what kind of poor Malia storyline Jeff came up with, I also don’t want to blame him since it was Colton’s decision to leave, but to me, Jackson will always be canonly the real Hale offspring, Peter Hale’s son.

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Lunch Is An Illusion || Allison & Jackson

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“Couple weeks from now is fine,” she says, nodding with a smile. “Yeah, I’ll keep the wolfsbane out of the punch. But only because you asked me to.” Her grins grows a little mischievous as she says this, and she winks once at him before moving on to the next topic of interest, finishing off her side on her plate before she drinks a little more of her beverage. “Danny should definitely come. I haven’t seen him in a while, is he out here too? Wow. I think I know what you mean, though. It’s a lot more interesting here than it ever was in California. Anyway… yeah. Couple weeks from now. For sure.”

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Jackson smirked back at her, nodding slowly. He licked his lips, looking down and pursing his lips again. As the waiter came back around with two checks, he started to pull out his wallet, his mind elsewhere. “Yeah, yeah, he got into NYU. So we meet up all the time for swimming and stuff. I’ll let him know though as soon as we get a date,” he shrugged, looking over the check. He glanced up at Allison, frowning slightly. “You want me to get that?” 

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Ease Into It || Jackson & Mary Jane

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Mary Jane ticked a brow, slightly taken back by his second assessment of her clothing choices. He had a keen eye for fashion, but that didn’t give him a queer eye, right? No, of course not. And MJ was certainly not the type to stereotype or categorize someone just because they had a knack for style. If anything, she could appreciate it. In fact, she offered him nothing over than a simple smile, “Thank you.” She replied, and there was no hint of sarcasm or anything other than a genuine appreciation for his input. Maybe she could take him shopping again sometime later, he was Scott’s friend after all.

She was still taking idle glance and look over the other pieces of clothing hung about the racks, despite the fact that she had already selected the top she wanted. Or at best, she was trying to seem busy while entertaining Jackson — she didn’t want to so quickly work her way to the register, check out, and leave him there. “More then that, huh?” She questioned, but offered it no real thought. Instead, she was smiling as he introduced himself. “Jackson,” she repeated for memory purposes while offering him a once over. She liked what she saw.

"Have you ever thought about modeling, Jackson?" She asked out of no where at all. "You definitely have the cheekbones for it." She finalized, leaving the offer there to linger in the air before shifting herself back to the topics he had outlined for the two of them already.

She moved past him, leaving it open for him to follow as she called back over shoulder whilst bringing herself toward the register. He drives a motorcycle. Oh, this was adorable. As though it was meant to impress her or something. She couldn’t help but smile at his attempts to talk up his friend. Unfortunately for him however, Mary Jane had already decided to be taken with Scott, and for reasons entirely outside of the reality that was his owning a bike.

She couldn’t lie in saying that hearing Scott was tongue-tied and ogle-faced over her when around his friends didn’t give her a certain sense of confidence. It was like a magnificent ego boost to say the very least. 

Laying the top out over the counter, she smiled politely in the way of the store clerk. “Cash or credit?” She asked with a bright smile in return.

"Credit," MJ responded, pulling free a plastic card from her clutch and swiping it along the teller machine there. She was punching in her zipcode and signing along the screen there all while still listening to Jackson. She took the bagged item from the woman, "Thanks."

Mary Jane nodded toward the exit, “I still have a few more places to check out.” And then the offer, “If you’re not too busy, you’re welcome to join me.” She genuinely did appreciate the company. There was something about Jackson that caused her to see a lot of herself. If she was four years younger and born with a different set of genitalia, that is.

"He’s coming over to my apartment tonight." She glanced back toward him with a lofted brow, "Why do you ask?"

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Jackson exhaled slowly, still grinning, but now he was feeling stupid. For one, she definitely would think he was gay. Which was a problem. Second, she was a model. She was attractive—definitely attractive, and dating (or something along those lines) Scott. Never did Jackson think this sort of situation would ever even be possible. But she was nice enough anyway. If not slightly intimidating. Since when was Jackson intimidated by a girl? Probably not since Lydia, if truth be told, but he wasn’t willing to admit anything of the sort.

He chuckled and shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, Scott’s—what?” He frowned, but raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “No, no…” Modelling? “Uh, no I’m not into that sort of thing. I mean, maybe. I like photography and stuff, but no—why…?” He frowned, realizing he was starting to ramble and that wasn’t anything related to what he was talking to her about. Modelling?

Jackson thought for half a moment before sighing and slowly following after her. He didn’t have to tell Mary Jane that he was the one who bought the motorcycle for him. But he liked Mary Jane. Something about her instantly struck—her confidence perhaps—and Jackson officially decided that she would be good to have around. For Scott, of course. He needed a more confident woman when it came to relationships since he was too much of a pushover to take the reins himself. So he kept after her and grinned, shrugging. Did he just get invited to go shopping with her? Oh, wouldn’t this make a great story later.

“Oh, yeah, definitely. I was here to do some spending anyway, not just run into supermodels on my way out,” he chuckled, walking alongside her. Tonight? Sooner than he’d thought. He frowned and pursed his lips, thinking a moment. “Hmm… he’s just coming over? You two doing anything?” He asked quietly, shrugging. “Sorry, that seems… weird. No, I just think, depending on what you do, I could help you figure out what to wear. If you’re up for some off-screen modelling shoots.”

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Lunch Is An Illusion || Allison & Jackson

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Allison grins, and eats some of her food which has at some point presumably turned up, because her mun is forgetful about details like that. She also drinks some of her fine beverage. She nods at his plan, thinking that it seemed like a good one.

“Yeah. Keep it low pressure, don’t stress out about it too much. Whoever comes, comes. And then whoever doesn’t, well, maybe we’ll see them later.”

She thus gives up all attempt at micromanaging the party and the guests. The weight of the responsibility lifts off of her shoulders immediately and her smile grows more friendly and warm as she is able to devote more of her energy toward interacting with Jackson.

“Any ideas for themes?” She asks excitedly, chewing through more of her food. “I love Hawaiian parties, personally, but if there’s something else fun I haven’t tried…” She trails off to allow Jackson conversational space to jump in there with suggestions if he has them, or to make other comments.  

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Jackson nodded, agreeing, but still somewhat nervous about the whole plan. He took a drink and settled into his seat, grinning back at her and shrugging. “Hawaiian…” He chuckled softly and his face lit up. “Danny should come. Since he’s here, too.” He smirked, suddenly excited at the thought of his best friend turning up to some big event with everyone. “Yeah, themes. With all the crazy shit happening here too… hell, why not be ironic and have some alien theme, I dunno. But I’m no party planner. I’m sure whatever you come up with will be… amazing.”

He shot her a grin and finished up what was on his plate, leaning back again. “Just uh, pro tip. Don’t put any wolfsbane in the punch.” He chuckled and nodded, grinning over at her. “It’s really good you’re here too. I mean…” He bit on his lip, thinking. “From what it sounds like, everyone could use the break. It’s been quiet here… in comparison. So even a little trouble might be good. Not that… we’re hoping for trouble. But… ugh, you know what I mean, right?” He raised an eyebrow, still grinning across at her. “Just gotta find a date. Couple weeks from now?” 

[aerodynamiccheekbxnes]

Follows Me into the Woods || Dean & Jackson

[therighteous-man]

He tried the names he gave him, typing the city as well, searching. A few minutes later his eyes grew, leaning back in his chair with his eyes locked on the screen. “No fuckin’ way,” he whispered.

He looked at the kid, swallowing and just…looking at him for a minute. “Um…”

Apparently Margaret Miller’s ovaries weren’t in the best shape, keeping her and Gordon from having kids. Trying to get the best help that they could they went to the Medical Center in Kansas City.

Margaret Miller was artificially inseminated a month later at a specialist within that city.

"Donor: Mary Winchester." The words glared at him in the darkness of the office, humming with the lights outside and the fridge in the breakroom. He licked his lips and looked to Jackson again.

"Yeah," he said softly. "You’re my brother."

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“What?” He muttered. He leaned in, trying to look on the screen to see what Dean was so in awe about.

He frowned, looking from Dean to the computer screen. He wasn’t making sense of it too well. Something about his biological mom, but he couldn’t read it and just shook his head. “What is it?”

But he wasn’t ready for what Dean said. He shook his head again, closing his eyes. “Wait…” He chuckled and rubbed at his head. “You’re joking right?” Surely enough, Dean was just playing him for what that crazed psycho had said, some idea of a joke. “You’re seriously… joking…” his voice quieted though, because he could already tell that this wasn’t a joke. Nothing pointed to it in his heart rate or any of that sort of thing.

Jackson leaned over and looked at the screen again. “And… that’s your mom?” He mumbled, but he already knew the answer. He stumbled backwards, shaking his head a few times. “But… but you’re only sort of…” He was starting to talk in half-sentences under his breath, leaning back against a table. “Okay… big deal…” 

[aerodynamiccheekbxnes]

Follows Me into the Woods || Dean & Jackson

[therighteous-man]

Dean sighed. “And if he was then…I owe you fifty bucks, alright? Just…humor me, okay?” He nodded again and sat down in front of the computer that was thankfully still logged in. He didn’t really have the time to call Sam and see if he-

Oh.

Right.

He couldn’t call Sam. He didn’t know where Sam was.

"Yeah. You know your mom’s maiden name?" He asked after a few minutes of searching.

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Jackson snorted and shook his head. “Sure thing, dude…” He couldn’t believe this guy was actually going through with it. He was probably crazy. He must have had some serious family issues if he was so desperately clinging to the chance that some sociopathic werewolf had mentioned that the two of them could potentially be related. Crazy…

He frowned and stepped up behind him, shaking his head. “Uh… my real mom…” He felt a surge of guilt as he tried to think, but he stopped playing games of detective pretty quickly when he was younger. “No. Just Gordon and Margaret Miller. I don’t know the maiden name,” he admitted, licking his lips. “I don’t think she had any family though, ‘cause uh… I probably would have been in one of their care after they died. But uh… Beacon Hills, California… I don’t know much else.” He shrugged, at least trying to help where he could.

“You find anything?”

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Ease Into It || Jackson & Mary Jane

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The critical gaze of the red-head fell in upon the stuttering stranger just a few paces behind her. It hadn’t necessarily struck her as odd that he’d known her name, but rather he had called her MJ. That was definitely not a name that she was more commonly known by, at least not in the eye of the public. “Scott’s friend, huh?” It was a rhetorical question. Her alarmed stare had been dismissed however, as he’d made the connection between himself and her most recent beau. Mary Jane gaze down over the top Jackson had suggested, still skeptical on whether or not it was the choice decision. He has no idea what he’s talking about. She was careful not to speak her thoughts aloud for fear of hurting his feelings, but her actions spoke truth as she reached over to hang the top he’d suggested back upon the rack.

Her stance squared off, she finally turned to gaze upon him. He was cute. Though at first inspection he seemed like sort of the douchebag type. “So..” She tried her best to silence the growing smile that was creeping across her features at the mention of Scott telling Jackson all about their little rendezvous. “Scott talked to you about me?” She lofted a brow, emerald stare settling in upon him with a pleased expression painted upon her fair features.

She tried her best not to let it get to her, but it had been a pleasing thought. At the very least, Mary Jane was their elder by four years — that allowed her a much more mature mind in dealing with a number of things, including crushes and relationships. Or at least it had given her longer to adapt a better, more cool poker-face. MJ swept her tongue against the inside of her cheek, stifling a growing expression.

"Scott’s a really sweet guy."

Jesus Christ, MJ.. Harsh. She hadn’t meant to speak about him in such a casual manner, especially not one that would denote she viewed him as just a simple friend. Quite the opposite. But for now, she wouldn’t go back on her words.

A grin tugged at the corner of her lips, playful in her exchange with Scott’s friend. “Y’know.. it’s pretty unfair that you know my name and I still have no idea who you are..” 

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Jackson might have been intimidated once upon a time by someone like her. She was attractive, certainly, but that wasn’t the intimidating factor. She was bright—the kind of intelligence that simply showed in a person without them having to recite equations or poetry. He could just tell from looking at her that there were a million thoughts buzzing under that blazing red hair. She was like Lydia in that way, but he tried not to think like that. He nodded slowly as she reaffirmed his question, knowing that it wasn’t meant to be answered. She believed it, or so it seemed. He shrugged at her choice in tops and grinned a bit wider. “Truth be told, they’re both good choices. Sort of depends on what kind of look you’re going for, right?” He commented idly, shrugging. Oh great, now she probably would think he was gay.

 He nodded again at her question, still grinning, and put his hands in his pockets. Suddenly, Jackson hoped he wasn’t making Scott out to be some childish idiot gushing about his crushes. It sparked an idea in his mind, though he held back for just a few more minutes. He raised his eyebrows at her, nodding again. “Yeah… yeah, Scott’s uh… well he’s more than that,” he chuckled lightly. Are you gonna talk him up, Jackson? He licked his lips and laughed lightly.

 “Right, sorry. I’m Jackson.” He grinned a bit wider and offered his hand briefly. “Scott and I went to high school together.” He explained, but didn’t care to go into much more detail than that. Probably wouldn’t be smart to mention how well he and Scott got along while in high school. Instead, he frowned and looked back to the tops that she was looking over. “Scott’s pretty cool though. I mean, he drives a motorcycle, anyway,” he laughed. “But to be honest, you don’t have to do much to impress him. So if you do… well, he gets totally …weird about it. In a good way. You must have done quite a number on him, the way he was talking…” He chuckled and looked back to MJ with a smirk on his lips. “You two seeing each other again soon, yeah?” 

[aerodynamiccheekbxnes]

All That's Left Here || Jackson & Stiles

[connectthemoles]

Stiles finished blending his smoothie, well, of a kind at least. Mostly it was full of horrible disgusting things that most people would never even consider eating, let alone combining together and then drinking, but such was the price of magic. This particular mix was meant to do something similar to the Adderall Stiles was currently on, he was hoping to find an alternative to his pills that he could make himself. He swallowed the whole thing down in one go and then paused, considering the flavor and texture. “Hm, lemony.” It wasn’t as bad as he had worried it might be, thank god. Only time would tell if it would help him focus in the same way that Adderall did.

The apartment was quiet, Scott was currently out… doing something. Stiles was unclear as to what, but Scott had left wearing his determined eyebrow face, so. It was probably something noble or difficult for the good of man and wolf kind. Stiles had just collapsed on the couch, sighing happily as he sank into the only slightly rank and worn out cushions. He was going to watch some T.V., maybe take a nap, and have a rare private wank session. Today was going to be lovely.

-Knock knock knock- Well then. Stiles sighed and hefted himself off the couch and towards the door. He wasn’t expecting company, but some people had started to hear whispers of another magic practitioner in the city, and he occasionally got random people coming to his door wanting this charm, or that tonic.

He opened the door, gesturing out to his side broadly with one arm as he spoke, “Welcome, to the Stilinsk… what the fuck are you doing here?” That was Jackson Whittemore, and as far as Stiles was concerned, that pompous arse wasn’t welcome in their home. Stiles smirked, remembering the welcome Jackson had given him to his and Erica’s apartment. Then he slammed the door in Jackson’s face. “Ah, revenge. Sweeter than the sweetest of wines.”

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Stiles?

Really, of all the people that could have answered the door at Scott’s apartment (which was actually a surprisingly large number considering the actual inhabitants), it had to be Stiles. He was about to answer the question, too but before he could even get his head wrapped around what he was doing again, the door was slammed in his face. “Are you kidding me?” He said aloud, groaning and rolling his eyes. A taste of his own medicine, or something like that he supposed. He exhaled slowly. Count to ten, Jackson. Because if he didn’t, he’d probably rip the door right off its hinges and storm into the apartment.

He knocked again. “I’m here for Scott, not you. Is he around?” He frowned, but he didn’t even know why he asked. He closed his eyes and listened into the apartment. It wasn’t like Stiles would actually give him an honest answer whether or not Scott was home. But it didn’t sound like he was. One heartbeat.

“I’ll just—” go. Jackson paused and thought for a moment. There were two things that his hotheaded mess of a mind would have him do under normal circumstances with Stiles: break down the door and insist upon being let in, probably prompting a fight with Stiles; or he could just grind his teeth and turn back down the hallway to see Scott later. Jackson wasn’t going to do either of those things. He needed to “make peace” with Stiles, didn’t he? Well, maybe this was his chance. Count to ten, Jackson.

He knocked again. “Stiles, please open the door!” He urged a bit louder this time. “Can I come in? I’ll just wait for Scott to get back. Or you know, we can have an enlightening conversation with this door between us and piss off your neighbors.” He slowed down again and closed his eyes. What would convince him to let Jackson Whittemore inside though? He didn’t know. “Please? I swear. It’s important!”