#para:jackson

[avamoore]

Ava & Jackson

Ava was... conflicted, to say the least. Her emotions were all over the place and being tugged in multiple directions. So she needed a break. From everything that was putting her brain in overdrive - that included people. And in turn, she ended up going to the ball alone. Not that she minded much. She spent the evening with friends; laughing, drinking, ignoring any underlying problems that caused stress. She saw Jackson briefly throughout the night and he seemed rather preoccupied, so she didn’t bother him, nor did she greet him. It was best to just keep her distance and let him enjoy things. Ava wasn’t actively avoiding him, but she could admit that she’d glance away whenever he came into view. All went well until she managed to bump into him head on, and for once in her life, she was almost shit-faced from all the drinks that were poured down her throat. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” she cleared her throat, “Did I hurt you?”

[elizabeth-archibald]

A black dress and high heels was one of Elizabeth usual wardrobes. The way she always dressed was elegant, those were one of the few things she kept from her education, that and the fact that she actually enjoyed visiting art galleries and see what she could buy, it was on her nature, but of course she was not going to accept the fact that the nature of her liking, was because of her mother, a woman that followed her father blindly, and an attitude Elizabeth was against.

So she was beyond grateful to Jackson for inviting her tonight. It had been a while since she enjoyed the company of a friend that didn’t have to denote any sexual compromise. Though she wouldn’t mind if the night ended different because let’s face it, Jackson was hot, and someone her parents would approve. But that wasn’t the case, she didn’t want to marry or have a boyfriend or even date.

Shaking those thoughts off her mind, she decided she was going to simply enjoy the evening. Grabbing her black clutch, she checked her make up in the hall mirror before heading out of her house and towards her car. She got in and drove towards the art gallery where Jackson was waiting for her.

@thejacksonrichards​

[starguk-seoulstars]

Jackson couldn’t sleep. It seemed to always be the case for the past few weeks. He laid in bed just looking at the ceiling, and sighed softly. He cursed at his mind as it kept going on the things that have been happening. Jackson knew there would be no going to sleep at this point. He got up and got dressed, making his way to the door of his apartment. He grabbed his skating bag and made his way out of the apartment.

Jackson was glad that the rink was only a few blocks way from the apartment, so he walked the short length to the rink. At 3 in the morning, the rink was naturally locked up. However, being a member, along with other things at the rink he had a key. Jackson unlocked the door and slipped in, forgetting to lock the door behind him. He turned on a little lights as he could and made his way to the ice. 

Reaching the ice area, he turned on the lights and sat down on a bench. He dropped his bag on the floor and opened it up. He pulled out his skates and kicked off his shoes so that he could get his skates on. His mind was still racing, and he knew this could spell trouble. However, he didn’t care. Most of the time he skated his mind cleared itself.

Jackson tightened the strings to his skates before getting up off the bench. He let out a deep sigh as he walked over to the entrance to the ice. He pulled off the guards on his skates and tossed them on the floor before skating out to the middle of the rink.

Jackson stopped, he didn’t have music, he figured he didn’t want to use music and try to improve. Jackson kicked off and did a few normal things that he had done time and time again. However, when doing an axel jump, something that he had done so many times, his feet seemed to forget where to go. Jackson fell, and fell hard, something he was used to. However, this time there was more pain, Jackson could feel himself lose a bit of consciousness. He turned his head slightly, blood...

Jackson groaned, so this was how it was going to end. He knew that he would die on the ice, but this was a whole new meaning to that. His head was pounding, and so was one of his legs. He tried to move the one that hurt and couldn’t. Jackson glanced down, and in the haze, he could tell the leg wasn’t in the right place to where it should be. It was at this point Jackson let himself fall into the dark haze that would be his end. No one knew he was there, and his phone was left in his bag.

[darkpoetclarington]

Para||12.12.15||In which Edson finally go on a (proper) date

WHO: Edgar and Jackson

WHEN:Saturday the 12th, Starting at 5:00 in the dot. 

WHERE: It’s a surprise (for Eddie at least)

INFO: Despite having a not so pleasant day, Edgar and Jackson finally go on their first date. I know, long time coming. (we’re gonna finish this one, no more of the abrupt cut off’s) 

TW: Will be added if need be. 

EDGAR

Edgar through his phone on the bed, not wanting to talk to his brother anymore, as Hunter pretty much had him in tears at that point, and crying was not the best way to start a date, actually it was one of the worst ways he could think of. He slid into the trousers he’d been given for doing the winter photo shoot a few weeks back,  tucking in then buttoning the light blue shirt that went along with it. The teenager, then, turned to look at himself in the mirror adjusting his usual pair of black spectacles and blinking rapidly, trying to rid his eyes of the water that rimmed them pathetically. He really hoped Jackson arrived soon.

Now that he really thought about it, he was extremely nervous, with no real reason to be. Perhaps it was from talking to his younger brother not long ago or maybe it was just due to the fact that he was absolutely smitten, but he didn’t like the feeling of one thousand butterflies gathering at the pit of his stomach. 

Sighing, again he really needed to stop with the sighing, he fiddled with his tie for a few moments, making sure it was straight and then proceeded to run his fingers through the mop of brown hair that sat atop his head in a graceless heap. He looked as good as he’d ever look at this point in time and gave himself a quick motivating smile, before grabbing his phone once again to continue his, rather uncomfortable, conversation with his brother not wanting to be rude and abruptly leave. 

[ied-dunbar]

Liam & Jackson (Flashback)

Liam sits down next to Jackson on the couch. His head rest on his shoulder. "You know I love you right" He said with a smile on his face. "I've missed you so much recently. Where have you been?" Liam said looking him in the eye. He leans up away from him. His finger run through his hair. "And don't even think about lying. I can tell when you are now" He chuckles

[ied-dunbar]

Welcome Home|| Liam & Jackson

Liam sat in his office with his paperwork all over the desk and a pen in-between his fingers, waving it around a little. He rubs his nose and let out a sigh. This work with something that he'd hate to do but he loved to teach to his pupils. He'd left his son, Dylan, in his room. Which he'd assumed he was on his own. He stood up and stretches his arms out and turns as he hears the bell on the door. Jackson must have been home. He was more than excited to see his husband again.

The small male makes his way out of the office and towards the front door. Opening it slowly and grins as he saws his husbands face. "Hey baby" He said and hugs him tightly. His hands arms wrapping around his body. "Dylan. Your fathers home!" He shouts and moves his head to rest on his husbands. "You have no idea how much I've missed you" He said and presses a soft kiss to his lips.

[big-city-blaine]

Pain Remedies || Blackson

Blaine had had a long day. He'd had class, he'd saw Henry, he'd saw Jeff and now he was going to see Jackson. Given it was only to give him some pain relief, but it was nice to socialize so much in one day considering usually he hardly saw anyone. Grabbing some pain relief that he'd personally found most affective, he headed to room 206, knocking once he got there.

[aconitum-alpha]

A mole, Digging in a Hole || Derek & Jackson

He didn't remember much, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and then heavy.... Darkness.

Heavy, tired eyes lifted to see barely anything but darkness, four walls, close,enclosed.... small spaces... FUCKING HATE SMALL SPACES! BUT THANK GOD ISAAC ISN'T HERE! He could smell it, the blood. It wasn't just human blood, he could smell wolf there too, and vampire, in fact, it stank, of everything. Still riddled with pain he pushed his head up, realizing he was knelt on the floor, it felt like a ten ton weight, pounding. What the hell had happened?

Ready to push himself up he tugged at his hand, realizing for the first time they were chained above his he he gave a growl and the clink of heavy metal as he pulled, trying to break free, only annoyed him, his face shifting, a growl growing heavy, loud, feral. Derek tried to remember, what had happened, where he was, who he was.... Jackson!

Dark eyes couldn't see much in the darkness, but he could see the other body slumped beside him, a foot reaching over, kicking at it, inhaling, taking in the familiar scent. "Jackson!" he kicked "Jackson wake up! I swear, you better not be dead." he huffed "There is no way I'm sitting here with your corpse the only company!" he growled, kicking him again and then hear movement, noise from in front, and what sounded like.. above. 

His face returned quickly back to its human form, not knowing what he was dealing with, though from the small space, the chains and that stench, he had a good idea of what to expect and it wasn't fucking Christmas presents and candy! He watched, a crack of light appear at his feet and with it, the dark walls, rust and blood stains down the stone, under him, covering the floor. It was rough, hard... and as the light filtered in more, he realized where he was, the way the light crept in in a long line that seemed to get thicker, the slight elevation of it, and the noise of doors opening.

His head lifted, to check he was right... an elevator shaft, right at the very bottom, and whats worse, is he could make out the elevator a few floors above them and immediately thoughts of it dropping filled his head. Derek didn't fancy becoming a squashed Alpha, he looked good in 3D!