and both parts are pissed

to this day, jackson would confess he had done the lahey kid a favor. his father did nothing but beat him down day after day, and true, he’d never done anything about it until he was forced to..but still, he was better off, no? if he really did have beef about it, then he could point out the fact that he’d been someone’s pet during that incident, and hated it just as much as the next person. that was a conversation for another day, though.

Isᴀᴀᴄ Lᴀʜᴇʏ ғᴏʀ @werekanima

things had started to crumble. and with that came a flourishing amount of jackson’s self confidence so yes, he fled beacon hills. he fled and tracked down one of the people who had probably every right to hate him, yet hadn’t slammed the door in his face as soon as he saw who it was. then taunted him which, let’s be honest, was well deserved. 

“what are you talking about?” he remarked, moving one of his hands from behind his back to reveal a grocery bag that he’d stopped to acquire on the way here with a perfectly shaped brow arching itself. jackson fully intended to cook, because he sure as hell wouldn’t be eating fast food, and neither would isaac if he could help it. that shit would kill you. 

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beacon fucking hills. it was the one place in the world that never ceased to draw out the worst of jackson. as soon as he stepped foot in this town it was like he turned into a ticking time bomb, and all it would take was one wrong move for him to explode. it also didn’t help that the kanima inside him knew of its past here, and it sent the both of them on edge. london had been good for him, it really had, but he knew he needed to come back at some point, even if just to tie up loose ends. and that time was looming closer.

so in typical fashion, he hadn’t told anyone he was coming, hadn’t had anyone waiting for him at the airport, and apparently, taxi’s weren’t a thing at this hour, because the road was virtually dead. luckily he’d packed light, because he decided after a few impatient moments just to walk. and that was where his evening went..downhill. because some miserable scumbag thought that he was ripe enough to try and mug, and well..now jackson stood over the body who lunged at him only moments ago, chest torn open and face nearly clawed off. just another report to claim it was an animal attack, eh? 

Tonight was the night Travis decided a ride in his truck was necessary, and tonight was the night he’d ultimately regret his decision. He’d pulled over to text someone back, and not even a minute after hitting send, the sound of chaos ripped through the air. It was so loud he heard it from inside the vehicle— granted, the window was rolled down so he could enjoy the breeze. Eyes lifted from his phone, and curiosity had gotten the best of him. He was quick to leap out on the pavement and head in the direction of the scent that filled flared nostrils. Blood… and lots of it. Somebody was in a murder-y mood, and the coyote was intent on finding out just who that was.

Theo? Malia? Scott, perhaps? No, never the true alpha. That was unheard of. Upon reaching the scene of the crime, a smile crept onto his lips. “Jackson Whittemore, I presume?” He’d heard about the guy. Half werewolf, half kanima, a real chimera in his eyes.

being so completely drawn into what he'd just done ( but felt..little to no remorse about it ), jackson hadn't caught on to the oncoming footsteps or even the chemosignals that joined them. his clothes were mostly a sopping bloody mess, but lucky for him he'd decided on a red henley that night, so it probably wouldn't stain. funny, he used to care about things like that. 

head snapping towards the sound, golden hues faded to baby blues landed on the intruding figure. he would have been anxious as hell, or even run as soon as he realized, had the conversation and tone not been so..casual. jackson, for one, had no idea who this was. vaguely familiar features of a kid that used to be in the same class as him at elementary school, but it seemed doubtful, so he wouldn't make the comparison. and lucky for him, because being called theo right now would prove a shitty first greeting.

For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference!     TRIGGER WARNING:   N/A.

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

Jackson: No, you can't make me.

Derek:

Jackson:

Derek: You're stuck, aren't you?