I'm Everyone's Type

Jackson Whittemore. Back and ready to kick ass. London was getting boring. [[ rp blog for Jackson Whittemore. Part of RPTeenWolf, so NOT INDIE ]]

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It's Been A While || Jydia || SP

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Lydia reluctantly removed her face from nuzzling the warm side of Jackson’s neck, brushing parted lips against the taught jugular in order to look at the man’s face. To see the jet lagged blue eyes looking down at her, to see her Jackson in grasp. 

"Well, you know how much I hate surprises, Whittemore." The redhead stated with a light joking tone in her whispered voice. She missed this. 

She missed the way her body felt pressed up against him, even in the most minimal way. How her voice was filled more confidence and love than it ever was spoken to anyone else. Or how the sweet tasting venom of his lips paralyzed her heart from the fluttering of butterflies. 

So, the banshee slid her hand from resting upon the back of Jackson’s nape to interlock their fingers, pulling him inside the doorway and pushing him against the door to close it. Firmly pressing their bodies together with a brush of lips. 

"You aren’t leaving again, right?" Lydia asked with a hint of doubt.

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Jackson was glad she still had that familiar spark of mischief in her, that ability to gracefully sweep someone along with her no matter the circumstance. He wanted to be as close to her as he possibly could be. It was no accident that he came back to Beacon Hills: Lydia was his main drive.

"No," he answered wanting to paste their lips together now more than ever. "Not this time." Or ever again he thought.

And he really was being honest. Being in London— and away from Lydia —was bittersweet. It gave him time to adjust to his new station in the supernatural operation and some time to think about how he could make amends to the people who pulled out the most in him— most importantly, Lydia. But, it wasn’t as glorious as people made it out to be.

The popular sights weren’t something to behold without someone there, the usual kick out of being snarky didn’t pay off without someone to do it with him. He couldn’t tease Stiles or jerk at Scott’s strings, he couldn’t joke about Isaac’s freakish family issues (also one of the things he needed to apologize for) or hold Lydia as close as he wanted.

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[[text:]] I do, you know. I do.. always.

[[text:]] Lydia, you don’t need to send me these things.. I know.

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[[text:]] I-I guess I need to know that you’re giving me your heart and won’t ask for it back like that stupid key..

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[[text:]] Lydia, that key isn't my heart, is it?

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[[text:]] I do, you know. I do.. always.

[[text:]] Lydia, you don’t need to send me these things.. I know.

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[[text:]] I know, I just can’t have you running off to London again. I don’t have strong enough waterproof makeup for that, Whittemore.

[[text:]] ..or strong enough heart. 

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[[text:]] Well, good thing for you: I'm not

[[text:]] and if you ever run out of waterproof mascara, you know you can just ask me to get you some more

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[[text:]] I do, you know. I do.. always.

[[text:]] Lydia, you don’t need to send me these things.. I know.

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[[text:]] Are you sure because you didn’t seem so certain when your lizard side tried to maim me or when you thought I was the “deadest” weight that need to be dropped..

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[[text:]] I didn't mean that

[[text:]] I was confused. Everything was coming in to fast.

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[[text:]] I do, you know. I do.. always.

[[text:]] Lydia, you don’t need to send me these things.. I know.

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does anyone else think this is literally the cutest thing?

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rperica replied to your post:MY INTERNET BLIPPED, BUT I’M BACK NOW

I AM SO BORED HELP ME

I WANT TO RP AS BRIAN OKAY. LET ME SET UP ANOTHER BLOG (bc apparently Tumblr deleted my existence but left the account) AND WE CAN DO STUFF??

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MY INTERNET BLIPPED, BUT I'M BACK NOW

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I tried to log into Brian's account but it keeps saying the email for it doesn't exist ;~;

[1oved]

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It's Been A While || Jydia || SP

[silentlydiarp-blog]

Lydia reluctantly removed her face from nuzzling the warm side of Jackson’s neck, brushing parted lips against the taught jugular in order to look at the man’s face. To see the jet lagged blue eyes looking down at her, to see her Jackson in grasp. 

"Well, you know how much I hate surprises, Whittemore." The redhead stated with a light joking tone in her whispered voice. She missed this. 

She missed the way her body felt pressed up against him, even in the most minimal way. How her voice was filled more confidence and love than it ever was spoken to anyone else. Or how the sweet tasting venom of his lips paralyzed her heart from the fluttering of butterflies. 

So, the banshee slid her hand from resting upon the back of Jackson’s nape to interlock their fingers, pulling him inside the doorway and pushing him against the door to close it. Firmly pressing their bodies together with a brush of lips. 

"You aren’t leaving again, right?" Lydia asked with a hint of doubt.

[rpjackson]

Jackson was glad she still had that familiar spark of mischief in her, that ability to gracefully sweep someone along with her no matter the circumstance. He wanted to be as close to her as he possibly could be. It was no accident that he came back to Beacon Hills: Lydia was his main drive.

"No," he answered wanting to paste their lips together now more than ever. "Not this time." Or ever again he thought.

And he really was being honest. Being in London-- and away from Lydia --was bittersweet. It gave him time to adjust to his new station in the supernatural operation and some time to think about how he could make amends to the people who pulled out the most in him-- most importantly, Lydia. But, it wasn't as glorious as people made it out to be.

The popular sights weren't something to behold without someone there, the usual kick out of being snarky didn't pay off without someone to do it with him. He couldn't tease Stiles or jerk at Scott's strings, he couldn't joke about Isaac's freakish family issues (also one of the things he needed to apologize for) or hold Lydia as close as he wanted.

[rpjackson]

omg Sara, have you made a Hogwarts AU for Jackson?

[rpjackson]

It's Been A While || Jydia || SP

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Lydia was speechless, which was something that happened once in a blue moon. But has it seemed that’s also when Jackson seemed to appear. 

She knew that there should be a fire burning inside her, filling with rage at the way he had practically abandoned her for London. But the only burning she felt was the need to reach out and touch him. to make sure he was really there. 

And that’s just as she did, lunging forward to wrap her arms around his neck and nestled her face into the crook of his neck. 

"How dare you not tell me you were coming, you know I need at least a 48 hour notice for appearance sake" the redhead muffled a laugh as she took it all in. The feel of his hair in against her fingertips, the deep smell of expensive cologne but most importantly, the sound of his voice saying her name.

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Jackson's arms wrapped around her immediately, sucking in her scent and reawakening at how perfectly petite she was. He'd missed having to be extra gentle when he hugged her, he missed the warmth of her body against his, but above all else, the way she was able to make him feel so indestructible and so vulnerable at the same time.

"I know, I know. I just... wanted to surprise you," he smiled into her hair. It was nice being able to actually open up. In London, he was shut down and avoided most conversations. He didn't like very many of the people there and the ones he did like he knew not to get attached to. He wouldn't have been able to leave London so willingly had he done so.

Here was different. Here was where most of his emotions could be exposed, where he could be free from restraints and get attached to the simplest of things. Needless to say, he only felt the need to show who he truly was with Lydia, the one person who brought those feelings out in the first place.

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It's Been A While || Jydia || SP

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It had more than a few months, almost a year since Lydia had last seen Jackson. Yet the pain never got any duller in her heart. She missed him, despite having everyone tell her how much better off she was. They didn’t see the way he was when it was just them, the loving smirk that twisted his lips when he whispered “I love you” into her ear or the way he softly squeezed his hand against hers when they held them together as if to make sure she was still real and didn’t stray too far from his heart. 

But there the redhead was, clutching her phone in her hand instead of holding his because there was miles of sea between them. Also, because they had decided to part once his feet hit the London land. 

A sudden knocking at the front door awoke her from her nostalgic daze, deeply sighing as she trudged down the stairs to the door. 

With a quick pull on the handle and swing, the door opened as she called out “We don’t want any religious pamph…lets.” She couldn’t breathe, because there he was taking air from her lungs and placing butterflies in her stomach. 

"Jackson?"

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A few seconds was all it took to feel that similar close-to-fainting euphoria he felt at the airport back in London. Lydia looked just as amazing as the last time he saw her, if not better. But, that wouldn't excuse the beating he was prepared to receive. He barely called and they didn't text very often, so he could only imagine how furious Lydia must have been,

But, on the other hand, he was so glad to see her. So glad he almost felt tears and that was saying something considering this was Jackson Whittemore. Of all the people in Beacon Hills, he would be the last of the people to cry.

"Lydia," he responded, lips close to quivering. He managed to feign a smile, but that was the best he could do.

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also brb dinnerrrrrrrr

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Muses Currently

Stuart: Everything hurts and I'm dying.

Emily: *sobbing bc memories are being written*

Sheriff: ............

Kira: *flowers, flowers everywhere*

Jackson: *not ready to be back, but really loves Lydia*

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It's Been A While || Jydia || SP

Jackson wouldn't be lying if he said he wasn't entirely ready to be back in Beacon Hills. He had a feeling a lot had changed and all things considered, he was still a semi-douchebag with a truckload of sass. In the grand scheme of things, he missed everyone, but mostly the one person he had the biggest tether to before leaving.

That tiny strawberry blonde-- note taken from Stiles despite the fact that he really didn't like hearing his voice --with an A+ grade average and a knack for attaching to only the worst of people-- namely himself. But, all wrongs aside, he loved her and hoped that she still did.

His hands were sweating and unusually shaky, but he wouldn't be able to find it in himself to just text Lydia. He needed to see her, talk this through face to face even if just a twiddle of the fingers on a keyboard was easier. He needed this to be hard, to remind everyone that yes, he still was an arrogant ass, but he was sorry for everything and legitimately missed them.

He took a steadying breath and raised his hand to the door, knocking clumsily (and rather weakly) and swaying in place. All he had to do was wait now.