#p:jackson

[miss-madeline-beiste]

Friendship Revival | 10/19/20

“Come on in, Jackson,” Madeline said, stepping back to give the Switch space to enter. “You can take your shoes off here, and you can put your overnight bag down in the guest bedroom down the hall. I’ve got an apron out in the kitchen for you, and if you need help finding anything you’d like to use, just let me know. Otherwise, I’ll just sit at the counter, stay out of your way, and let you work. Sound good?” @jacksonxschuester

[submissivelynick]

Catching Up | 6/25/19

Nick wasn’t sure what was going on with Jackson or why he and Steven were back in Lima, but he didn’t care about that; he was just happy to get to see his friend. He dropped onto his knees outside of the new room number and knocked, practically buzzing with excitement. @jacksonxschuester

[isaac--lahey]

Fashionably Late .: Isaac&Jackson

It was unusual for Bonnie not to have least let him know if he had the place to himself for the night. But as the hours ticked by there was no note, no text, nothing to provide any sort of clue as to where his host had gone for the evening. And while it was nice to have a place to crash, Isaac was bored. It was too dark to continue his efforts of mapping out the Bayou and without any magic to practice with, he needed to find something to do before he went stir crazy. And while his magic seemed to be inaccessible, it wouldn’t hurt to have a look at one of Bonnie’s spell books while she was away…

Flipping through the pages, a piece of paper with some hastily scrawled writing fell to the floor and landed lightly at his feet. Isaac recognized witch’s handwriting - but it wasn’t a spell of any kind. It was a location, the Opera House, a time, and…..an all too familiar name: Davina Claire. Was this where Bonnie had gone for the night? Davina’s event at the Opera house?

While he knew he lacked an invitation himself, a walk into town couldn’t hurt. After all it was dark and he could easily blend in if needed. It would be worth the risk if he could manage to see Davina

For the most part, many of the streets were deserted as most of the residents were in for the night and the shops closed. A couple of shady figures here and there but nothing unusual until he drew closer to the Opera House. He heard the shots whistling through the air before the building came into sight. But that wasn’t anything compared to the voices, full of pain and suffering, that grew louder and louder the closer he got.

Ducking into a nearby alley that gave him a clear view of the scene unfolding, he watched a multitude of scenes unfold before him with an unreadable expression. People trying to escape but finding themselves stuck behind some sort of barrier. And not just people trying to leave, but those trying for the front door as well….He recognized powerful magic when he saw it. He pressed himself back into the shadows of the alley as a couple more shots rang out - peering up cautiously as he tried to locate the source of the gunfire. Maybe a boring night in would have been a better option…

But Bonnie was in there somewhere from what he could put together. And Davina. He needed to make sure the witches were okay in the midst of all this chaos. Taking a cautious step out onto the street, careful to stick to the shadows, he felt someone barrel into him in an attempt to get somewhere quickly. He quickly regained himself and watched as the figure ran off down the street, obviously scared of something.

When he turned back, the smell hit him almost has hard as the disappearing figure. Blood. A lot of it. The bitter and sharp smell made him want to run but he couldn’t. Not when there were people that could use his help and he could find his friends in the process. The smell grew stronger as he grew closer to the opera house, sticking to the shadows to remain undetected by the gunmen - until he found himself crouching down beside a parked car where the smell was originating from. And another scent, the same type that hit him whenever he talked with Derek…

Alpha.

The hairs on the back of his neck raised and he swallowed back the new sense of panic that ran over him as he questioned himself for the hundredth time why he didn’t stay in the Bayou tonight. Picking his gaze up slightly, he caught sight of the two bodies in the backseat and quickly assessed there wasn’t much he could do for them. But there was someone in the front seat - the one that exuded the powerful smell of an alpha and blood.

Moving silently, he brought himself up to the window and into eye line of the injured wolf - hopefully in a non-aggressive or threatening manner - and raised his hands in innocence. “I can help…” he murmured, his eyes unflinching but wary as he waited to see how his aid would be received.

@jacksonxkenner

[qyuties]

GOT7’s Jackson packs ;like if saved ;repost w/ credits ;twt @qyuties ;requested

[darkwinterwinds]

first meetings

Kate followed her older brother up the steps of the porch toward a nice white house. This was the third place they'd looked at since checking Craigslist, and Jackson hadn't been happy with any of them. Hell, they'd lived out of a van for over a decade, using magic to make the place beautiful and spacious. That was their lot in life, but at least they were resourceful. Now they had the chance to live in a house, in a place that was supposed to be living in. “What do you think, Big Brother? You like it, or should we just skip this and go get some tacos?”  Kate flicked her wrist as the door opened gently before her.

Jackson sniffed the air and looked around. It smelled like, others. Not people like them, but something that wasn't human. In an odd way, the scent was refreshing. Not to be surrounded by people they had to hide from. Perhaps they could be open and practice well. He extended his hand to the man at the door, as it swung open. "Hello, pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Jackson, and this is my sister, Kate. We're here about the ad we saw on Craigslist. You were looking for someone to rent a room?"

[miss-madeline-beiste]

Making a Good Time | Prom

Madeline finished the rest of her water and set the glass down on a table before turning to her date. “How are you doing so far?” she asked, smiling over at him. “Oh, this is a fun song! We should go dance. What do you say, Jackson?” @jacksonxschuester​

[submissivelynick]

Lunch Talk | 3/20/18

Nick zipped up his jeans in the men’s bathroom after his third edge of the day. His cock was still hard and obvious through its denim cover, and he could feel his bladder getting close to a critical point. He needed to wait, though; being uncomfortable now was much better than being uncomfortable during rehearsal. 

It didn’t take him long to arrive at Jack’s room, and he slowly moved down onto his knees, careful not to shift too quickly. He knocked on the door, knowing his friend probably had already gotten back from class without the pit stop Nick had had to make. @jacksonxschuester

[submissivelynick]

Ftf: "Nick? You still awake?" Jackson whispered, sitting in the corner by the adjoining wall.

[FtF] “Mm? Jack? Is that you?”