Fandom: Teen Wolf!
Prompt: Literally anything involving Jackson Whittemore? Maybe something involving the fact that he holds himself to such a high standard and is always hard on himself like you being the only one that understands him maybe?
Word Count: 1,501
Character: Jackson Whittemore
Reader Gender: Neutral
Warnings: None
Author note: I have based this around The Teen wolf Season one episode ‘The Tell’ I hope you like it.
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“I’m gonna be late!” You screamed as you rushed down the stairs past your dad and grabbed a piece of freshly popped toast. “Y/N.” You heard your mother call to you as you poked your tongue out at your little brother, who had clearly been waiting for the toast. “What?” You asked turning around to look at her and your father who were now stood together. “We have some bad news, we’re not going to be coming to the parent conferences tomorrow.” Sucking on your bottom lip, you looked at them for a moment, then faked a smile. “That’s fine, not like you’ve ever gone to anything important of mine.” You threw your brother the piece of uneaten toast and headed out the door, not in the mood for an argument or even to eat anymore.
Stepping outside, you realized you’d left your keys inside, however being too proud to walk back inside, you pulled out your phone and called your best friend. “Hey, have you left for school yet?” You asked hearing a chuckle down the phone. “No, come on over, i’ll give you a ride.” “Thank you Jackson.” Hanging up the phone, you walked across the road to meet Jackson by his car. “So let me guess, not coming to parents night?” Laughing softly you climbed into his car and nodded. “Got it in one, however did you guess?” “Because, it’s me. Come on, we got to pick up Danny on the way, his car is in the shop.” Nodding softly, you threw on your belt and looked out the window as he backed out and headed toward Danny’s.
You and Jackson had been friends since you were four years old, there had never been a single romantic feeling between you, which a lot of people didn’t understand, but when someone was so close to you that they could tell how you were feeling just from the way you said ‘hey’ it was rather hard to develop any other sort of feeling for them. You’d been there for Jackson throughout every hardship he’d encountered and he’d been there for all of yours, You were who he came to when he found out he was adopted, he was who you went to when your parents chose to go on holiday instead of being around for your birthday, you had a strong understanding of each other that no one else understood.
“So, do you want to do something tonight?” You asked looking over at Jackson as you pulled up outside Danny’s. “Can’t, got a date with Lydia.” You instantly rolled your eyes. “Of course you have, never mind. I’ll just have to find something else to do.” You disliked Lydia, partly because she didn’t like you and the other reason being you believed that she was a total fake and Jackson could do better than someone who had to pretend to be someone else. “What is that meant to mean?” He asked looking at you in confusion. “Nothing.” You quickly jumped out the car so Danny could get in and then got back inside. “Do you not like Lydia?” Jackson asked looking at you. “I never said that.” Glancing at Danny, you bit your lip hoping he’d bail you out. “Jackson, we’re gonna be late.” You stared in silence at Jackson, noticing his jaw clenching.
“We’re gonna be late.” You whispered, looking away from him. A sharp sigh left his mouth, before he pulled off and drove to school. The whole drive was quiet, Danny didn’t even bother trying to make conversation. Getting out of the car as soon as it stopped, you walked off inside, not even daring look back toward Jackson. “Y/N!” He called after you “Don’t walk away from me!” He chased after you and grabbed your arm, turning you around to look at him. “Jackson, just leave Y/N alone, come on.” Danny tried to defuse the tension as the three of you stood on the steps outside of school. “Are you in love with me or something?” Rolling your eyes, you looked at him long and hard before replying. “If I was, I would make it clear. I wouldn’t pretend, unlike your girlfriend.” You glared pulling your arm from his grip and walking inside as the bell started to ring.
You spent the whole school day avoiding Jackson, you didn’t even bother to wait for him like you normally did after Lacross practise, you just caught a ride with another friend and went home. You weren’t exactly sure how he was going to react with the fact that you’d called out his choice of girlfriend, you knew why he dated her, you were rather sure that it was because she was the prettiest and most popular girl in school, it was something of an achievement or trophy to him, he dated her because he would impress those parents he’d never met.
By morning, you were desperate to go over and see him and make sure he was alright since word had spread about an attack on him and Lydia last night, but you pulled yourself away, refusing to go near him, you drove yourself to school and hung with other friends to avoid going near him. Even from a distance you could see he needed someone though, but you were scared to go near him. “Just talk to him Y/N, he needs you.” Looking over at Danny as you walked to your next class, you shook your head. “Hell no, he pulled his everyone loves me and so you must be crushing on me bullshit, i’m not going near him right now, plus I think we need space. I mean Lydia already thinks we’re too close and others think he’s cheating on her with me, so you know, I just… it’s for the best.” You mumbled walking into class and talking a seat beside Stiles.
“Hey Y/N.” Looking up at Stiles from your work, you raised your eyebrow. “What?” You asked clearly not in the mood for such conversations. “You and Jackson are like best friends right? Did he tell you what happened last night?” “Stiles, as much as I’d love to gossip with you, I have no idea what happened last night, we haven’t spoken. since yesterday morning.” You looked down at your work and carried on writing not really being interested in what he had to say anymore. “Y/N, Stiles, is there something you want to share with the class?” You shook your head, glaring at Stiles for getting you in trouble. “Also Y/N, i haven’t had a time slot for your parents.” “You won’t have one.” You replied swallowing hard. “They’re not coming.” You felt a bunch of eyes on you at that moment, pitying you because your parents didn’t care enough. “Could you come anyway please, I have some things I wish to discuss.” You nodded and looked away waiting for class to end.
The parents conferences were hell, having to listen to each teacher telling you that you were good, but you needed to focus more, why couldn’t your parents come and listen to this instead? Glancing at the time, you decided to skip the Gym meeting and go for a walk, you could always tell the coach some sort of excuse as to why you vanished. Heading outside, you noticed someone on the lacrosse field and realized it was Jackson after a few minutes. Cursing yourself, you pushed forward and walked closer to him. “Jackson?” You asked softly watching from a small distance as you watched his drank, threw things, used his lacrosse stick and just broke down. “Y/N.” He finally whispered, showing you it was alright to go over.
Rushing over, you pulled him into your arms and held onto him tightly, rubbing his back and comforting him. “Shhh, it’s alright.” You whispered as you hugged him, you could smell the booze on him, how much he’d had you weren’t sure, but you sure as hell weren’t going to let him drive home. “Everything is falling apart.” He mumbled into into your shoulder. “Hey, no it isn’t. Don’t think like that Jackson.” Lifting his head, you looked up at him and offered him a weak smile.
“Listen, to me alright? Just because you’re now a co-captain and you don’t feel like you’re perfect, doesn’t mean a damn thing, any parent would be proud to have you as their son and whatever happened last night, it’s alright, you’ll get through it, i’ll help you alright?” You whispered, your hand stroked his cheek as you looked up at him. “Everyone who knows you, who loves you is proud of you and everything you’ve ever achieved, even if you’re not proud of yourself. We are.” You stared into each others eyes, neither daring to look away. The force that made you hold eye contact, slowly started to pull you together as your final words left your mouth in barely a whisper. “I’m proud of you.”
