Wolf in Wolf's Clothing

My name is Jackson Whittemore and I'm better than you.

[jackson-the-omega]

Text ll Felix

Felix: Name the time and I'm there.

Felix: Any reason for the sudden idea to splurge at the mall?

Jackson: Tonight. When it's closed.

Jackson: It's a surprise, stupid.

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Text ll Stiles

Stiles: Yeah, yeah. And that thing's a penis, Jackson. Say it with me, P-E-N-I-S. It's not a dirty word, dude.

Stiles: You don't have to get me anything, you know. Mine was like a gag gift. But you could just drop off a bag of curly fries at my place or something, that'd be cool.

Jackson: You'd know, since you use yours for self-love every night.

Jackson: Curly fries? There's no sale on curly fries.

[jackson-the-omega]

tenacioushybrid:

It didn’t take long for Felix to realize Jackson had disappeared from the dinner his family had so generously invited the hybrid to. His ears had caught Jackson’s lie and Felix was quick to give Jackson’s parents a similar story accompanied by a thankful grin plastered across his face. He made way towards the Lockwood cellar after his friend. “Jackson, wait up!” Though he wasn’t sure his friend could hear him any longer as the sound of cracking bones filled the night air. His pace quickened until he was face to face with the wolf that had consumed Jackson on the full moon. “Good wolf..” Felix trailed off, placing out a flat palm as if to indicate he wasn’t a threat. “It’s just me. Felix.” He added after a brief pause.

Jackson hadn’t made it in time to chain himself up, letting out one yell as his bones shattered and reformed his body into that of a wolf. He paused, hearing someone behind him and turned to see Felix, though the wolf could no longer communicate with human speech. As Felix held out his hand, Jackson’s teeth bared, then the hybrid’s scent reached his heightened smell, causing Jackson to back down. The wolf sniffed the air, looking for his ultimate prey, but could not find any vampires nearby. The hybrid smell carried vampire scents, but the werewolf scents made hybrids safe from harm. Jackson merely cocked his head to the side, staring up at his best friend.

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Text ll Felix

Jackson: You. Me. Mall. Later.

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Text ll Stiles

Jackson: Making that thing a vampire still makes it obvious. At least in Mystic Falls.

Jackson: Also I don't buy Christmas presents until after because the deals are better.

Jackson: So what do you want?

[jackson-the-omega]

A dick for a dick. Kind of like an eye for an eye, except – this little guy’s got an eye too, so that’s pretty hilarious. It’s a vampire because I didn’t want to be too obvious, you know. Also, thanks again for saving my life that one time, that was cool.

Merry Christmas, Jerkson. – Stiles

[jackson-the-omega]

Jackson,

We gotta stay classy, man. Dress to impress, right?

Merry Christmas,

Felix

[jackson-the-omega]

It seemed that someone having a Christmas party was believable enough that Jackson’s parents didn’t ask twice about his plans. Hurrying along, Jackson flew out of his house, trying to make it to the Lockwood cellar as fast as he could. Failing his task, Jackson was now cursed to turn every night this weekend, beginning with the full moon. As he hurried, he could already feel the pull the moon was having on his body, bones starting to ache as they began to poise themselves to twist and break, eventually turning the young man into a full-fledged wolf.

[jackson-the-omega]

Text ll Felix

Felix: Don't be jealous.

Felix: I can share. (:

Jackson: No.

Jackson: Also don't eat my pumpkin pie. Eat your own damn pie.

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Text ll Felix

Jackson: I think my parents got you more presents than me.

Jackson: You and I are gonna throw down.

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TEXT LEFT ON JACKSON'S CELL PHONE: No smut, no luck, Jackson. Someone has to turn the entire weekend now, starting Christmas day. Should've just seduced Hayley or Isabella. You clearly need to get some.

Thank you for the gift of hatred towards you all.

[jackson-the-omega]

If you're Jack is Hayley Rose?

No because I’m not dying also Titanic is awfully the best movie of all time.

[jackson-the-omega]

[jackson-the-omega]

ho-ho-ho,

Hayley

[jackson-the-omega]

noahtheprius:

Sounds like fun. Let’s do it.

You want to start a war? Over coffee?

[jackson-the-omega]

noahtheprius:

People cry over anything these days. 

People are dumb. I bet a war would start if you made people choose between peppermint mochas and pumpkin spice lattes.

[jackson-the-omega]

I don’t get it. Who cares if they ran out of peppermint mochas? It’s not anything to cry about.