Oh take me back to the start

Jackson Whittemore. Don't mess with me, or anyone I give two shits about.

[gabybenanati-wyprp]

Hurricane || Gaby & Jackson

[twosidedjackson]

(gabybenanati-wyprp:)

Gaby, once she had her shoes off near the doorway, set her dance bag - which was thankfully nearly waterproof - down on the floor just before the sweater was thrown her way. She barely caught it and it took a moment to register why he was throwing clothes at her, but she nodded thankfully. “Oh, okay, thanks… would you mind if I used a washroom?” It was mostly just to change out of her wet clothes so she could put on the sweater without making that wet. That wouldn’t do her any good. The mention of food caught her ear but she wasn’t there to just take some of everything they had, she felt bad taking food when she was already kind of intruding on his house. “Are your parents not home?” She asked curiously, finally starting to actually look around the place. It was definitely a lot bigger than the place her family had, not that they lived in a shack either, Jackson’s just seemed huge… but maybe that was just the entryway, she didn’t know for sure.

Jackson pointed down the hallway. “First door on the left.” He rolled his eyes at the question about his parents. “The birth ones or the adoptive ones? The latter are upstairs sleeping through the storm. The former are...eternally sleeping through the storm.” He gave a chuckle, turning back to the TV. No, his life story wasn’t very funny at all, but something just made him want to tell that dark joke. Maybe it was the storm raging outside and the fact that he had to stay cooped up. Or maybe it was the fact that his senses were going haywire due to his knowledge about California weather and everything just feeling off.

[twosidedjackson]

Text @ ______

Lydia: So, I am stuck in the library while the hurricane blows over. Are you alright?

Jackson: Yup, stuck at home without any power. Why were you at the library in a hurricane?

[gabybenanati-wyprp]

Hurricane || Gaby & Jackson

[twosidedjackson]

(gabybenanati-wyprp:)

Gaby was expecting practically anyone but Jackson to open that door. She was mostly expecting a stranger, just someone that would be nice enough to let her sit and wait for the weather to die down a little bit. Not even that, the storm felt… weird, to her. Not normal, it didn’t feel like most nature did. But then again, maybe that was just the power of it all. Anyway, the brunette looked up at Jackson and blinked. “Oh, uhm, hi… I was wondering–” but she didn’t even really know how to word her question without it sounding too intrusive. When he asked her to come in or leave though, she let out a breath of relief and nodded, taking a couple of steps inside. “I just couldn’t really see where I was going and my house is still another twenty minutes away so I didn’t know what to do. Sorry if it’s an inconvenience.” She rambled off. Usually she didn’t ask for help, she just gave it, so this was just a weird feeling for her.

Jackson gave a shrug, closing the door behind her, not without one last glance outside. This was northern California, after all. The west coast doesn’t get hurricanes. Ever. Something different was going on out there. This wasn’t a naturally-occurring phenomenon. Jackson shivered slightly as he turned away from the storm raging outside, doing everything to close off the sounds outside. “Not a problem. I’m sure you’d do the same.” He walked past her, tossing a sweater over her way. “It’s way bigger than you, but it’s better than being soaking wet. Plus this couch is expensive.” He continued to watch whatever he was watching, just waiting for the moment when he lost cable, internet, light, pretty much every form of entertainment other than board games and solitaire. “There’s food if you want to eat something. Shepherd’s pie.” His parents thought he preferred British food, but Jackson really wished they’d just gotten In-N-Out.

[gabybenanati-wyprp]

Hurricane || Gaby & Jackson

[twosidedjackson]

(gabybenanati-wyprp:)

Gaby was just walking home from dance when the warnings for the hurricane came in. Now, instead of being smart and going back inside the studio to wait, she decided that she had enough time. Hurricane warnings were usually a little bit early anyway, it wasn’t like they were going off right as the hurricane got there. But, clearly this wasn’t an… average hurricane, and soon the brunette was trying to walk home in heavy amounts of rain and wind. It wasn’t like she was right in an actual hurricane yet, but it was getting pretty bad and she couldn’t really see far enough ahead of her to really guide herself home. So instead, she turned down the closest street, and went to the closest house. She was soaking wet, tired, and carrying a bag full of heavy dance equipment… hopefully they’d let her hang out there until it was safe to go outside again. The brunette walked quickly to the door and rang the doorbell, bouncing on the balls of her feet and just hoping someone was home.

Jackson had gotten word of the hurricane from his parents, who had taken measures to clean out the garage and pull in all their vehicles. Jackson was especially helpful since cleaning the garage meant his precious baby would be safe. Hopefully there wouldn’t be any flooding, especially since their house rested a bit higher than the other houses on his block. Sitting in his living room with a movie on, Jackson was eating some popcorn. His parents had chosen to go to bed early, since there wouldn’t be any work for his father until the storm had passed, and the power could go out at any moment. The storm picked up quicker than normal, and Jackson’s senses were active, trying to block out the howling winds. He jumped suddenly at the sound of a knock at the door. Standing up, with claws protruding, Jackson yanked the door open, seeing a familiar face. “Uh, hi?” He saw the girl soaking wet, the hurricane raging on behind her and the water starting to get blown into his home. “Well, either get in or go away.”

[twosidedjackson]

(armanimahealani:)

“For what exactly? I‘m working just as hard as I usually do, if not harder because there’s a lot still on the line.”

“The fact that I’m so graduating with a higher rank than you.”

[twosidedjackson]

(therussianblindguy:)

…Okay? That’s amazing.

I like pie. My favorite dessert of all desserts.

[twosidedjackson]

(jordanparrishisthedeputy:)

Jordan instantly recognized Jackson’s voice and resisted rolling his eyes at his sarcasm. He sighed. “Fine. Okay.” He probably deserved that. "I was just trying to find someone who could have seen the Kanima.“

Jackson sighed, stepping outside and closing the door behind him. “I already saw it, and tried to take it on. But I wasn’t strong enough. I think you already knew that though, Deputy.” He crossed his arms, still trying to figure Parrish out. “Do you even know what a Kanima is and why it manifests itself?”

[twosidedjackson]

(broken-boy-hale:)

Darren asked as he took another swing from the bottle of whisky. He had spiked it with just enough wolf’s bane to get himself drunk. Derek as out of town and he was alone. Yeah he’d said it was fine but being alone… It was far from fine.

Jackson grabbed the bottle, taking a whiff. “You put a tad too much.” He took a swig, grimacing as the whiskey went down. “That’s gonna hurt in the morning.” He smiled, lounging down on the couch. “Alright, so what’s there to do in Derek’s loft? I mean, it’s Derek after all. I doubt he knows what ‘fun’ means.”

[twosidedjackson]

(jordanparrishisthedeputy:)

The Deputy knocked on another door, tired of going around the city, but knowing that it needed to be done. Without looking up from his clipboard, the door opened. “Hello, I’m from the Beacon County Sheriff’s Department, and I was wondering if you have seen any strange animals recently.”

Jackson opened the door, a bit surprised to see Parrish on his doorstep. “No sir, I haven’t seen anything. But if I do, I’ll be sure to call the upstanding Beacon County Sheriff’s Department. It’s wonderful to know that I’m so protected and safe.”

[twosidedjackson]

(therussianblindguy:)

Oh my God, what is that smell?

An apple pie, a bit burnt on the edges but perfect nonetheless, and what seems to be a dash of cinnamon. Uh...just a guess.

[twosidedjackson]

(armanimahealani:)

“…Senior year has literally been insane, even for me.”

“That’s because you’re compensating.”

[twosidedjackson]

Text ll Scott

Scott: It attacked Stiles' cousins, but they're okay. It seemed almost more like a warning or something, I don't know. It could have killed them, but it didn't.

Jackson: You mean the Wonder Twins, right? They just got here, who would even know that? If the attack was a warning, then they're obviously safe since they're not the targets.

Jackson: That's not to say your best pal isn't.

[twosidedjackson]

Text ll Scott

Jackson: I'd hate to ever rely on you of all people for information, but what have you heard about the new lizard in town?

[lupitalover]

[twosidedjackson]

clumsyvixen-kira:

“It had to be somewhere around here. How far could a belt really go?” Kira said not realizing she spoke her thoughts out loud.

Jackson was walking by when he saw a girl tearing up a classroom. “Pretty sure destroying school property is going to get you suspended.”

[twosidedjackson]

magical-annie-frost:

Annie looked up at him and blushed softly as he asked about her sketch. She didn’t like letting people see her nightmare sketches. It made her feel vulnerable and fearful that someone would call her crazy again. “Oh, uh. Just a concept. For, uh, a class. Twisted Fairytales. Tangled,” she told him, biting her lip. 

Jackson looked over the sketch more closely. “Doesn’t look like anything too scary. I’ve seen worse.” In my dreams, he thought. Of course, he wasn’t going to say that to a complete stranger. “Why are you here? It’s a bit crowded to be able to concentrate on thinking, let alone drawing.” Jackson watched the people passing by, having a bad feeling that one of them was going to ruin the drawing.

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laheylikesscarves:

“Hey!” Isaac called as he spotted his friend, walking over to him. “So, how did the whole … college thing go?” he questioned.

Jackson’s brows piqued up as Isaac approached him. “It was alright. People on the east coast aren’t exactly my cup of tea.” British jokes. Jackson hated them and yet they came out of his mouth. He led Isaac to a table that had just emptied, taking a seat. “The libraries weren’t a help either. Parrish is still a mystery creature. And what happened here? Any new Kanima-you’re happier than usual. What did I miss?”