Jackson xo

SHE WAVED A DISMISSIVE SHRUG, eyes rolling playfully but still never the less happy to see him. He might've been... Jackson, when he was younger but she hoped maybe time would've been nicer to him. "Eh," Allison moves closer, giving his arms a squeeze, "I'm only asking because if Scott hasn't, he won't... but we're going to need all hands on deck. Something we've never seen before attacked Stiles and with the dead returning, myself included, we can't be too sure."

eyes rolled at the mention of stiles. "how does he always manage to get himself into trouble?" a sigh then followed. thinking for a moment, jackson then combed a hand back through his hair. "look, allison, i'll be honest with you, my only priority right now is lydia, and keeping her safe. if that means we all have to team up, then i'm in."

he doesn't need to read minds to understand what jackson's intent is; everything from his hostile body language to the scents permeating the air tells him all he needs to know. it's easy to catch up, even easier to haul him back with a firm hand. "jackson," he counters, calm, squeezing just enough to place some extra intent in this redirection. "welcome back. why don't we try to avoid creating any messes while we're in town?"

the strength of the hand on his shoulder had jackson’s anger settling almost immediately. derek’s voice soothed him, and somehow he managed to talk him down. maybe it was because in some sort of way.. derek was still his alpha. he was the one who gave jackson the bite in the first place. “you heard what they were saying about her, right?” jackson’s jaw tensed again.

That squeeze was something she needed, that alone made her feel better almost instantly. Fixing her outfit as he placed her back down on the floor not being able to help the smile upon her face. ''I'm so mad at you for not telling me you were coming home! But I can't stay mad because you're right, I do need you.'' She sighed looking down for a moment. ''It's crazy here Jacks...'' her voice had a hint of fear in it, right now she was putting on a brave face for everyone or trying to but she just couldn't right now not to him. As he informed her that he and Ethan broke up she hit his chest, not too hard more of a tap. ''What did you do? He was so good for you!'' she groaned folding her arms over her chest. ''But I am sorry. That sucks.''

no matter how much time passed, or how much distance was between them, lydia would always remain a constant in his life. someone with whom he'd share a connection, even if it was one that spanned across an ocean. a slight smile crossed his face at her words, a shrug of his shoulders then following. "hey, i figured it'd be a nice surprise." he chuckled. with lydia, it was like jackson was a different person. there was no cocky or arrogant persona, just him. just THEM. when she said she needed him, he smiled. when the slight slap was delivered to his chest, jackson gave a soft protest, then a frown. "he us to get a house together and.. i freaked. told him i wasn't ready for such a huge commitment and.. yeah.. he realised he deserved better." a hand cascaded back through dark locks, pushing them away from his face. another shrug. "it's fine. besides, i think i'm done with london now for a while anyway. and there's no way he would have wanted to come back here, not after.. aiden."

SEEING JACKSON ISN'T SURPRISING in the slightest knowing that those who had left were coming back whether they couldn't resist the pull of Beacon Hills or well, Scott called them. She was thinking it was the latter. The surprise was to know that Jackson had mourned her death. "I don't know, Jackson," she admitted truthfully, happy to at least see he hasn't changed that much. "but I'm happy to see you. Still scale-y?"

it wasn't so much his own mourning that was the problem, it was lydia's. he hated that he wasn't here for her, that he couldn't be by her side and keep her sane through the pain of losing her best friend. at the admission of being happy to see him, jackson arched a brow. "knew you had a soft spot for me really, argent." he teased, shooting a quick wink in her direction. then, a roll of his eyes and a fake laugh "you're hilarious. the kanima is still here, yes." he spoke monotonously, obviously not amused by her quip.

jackson observed the other's efforts to compose herself after the fall, a brow arched. "bruises heal." he shrugged, his tone carrying a casual reassurance, as if trying to lighten the situation. "but seriously, if it gets too bad, i can help you out. wouldn't want you limping around town unless it's by choice." another half smile, one that added a small hint of playfulness to the situation.

jerks his head around in surprise over that familiar voice — and blinks, a slow grin spreading. "jackson. you're really here." never doubted lydia, of course, but it's good to see him in the flesh. "it's good to see you, man, seriously. how'd you know we needed you?"

a slight smirk crosses his face, nose wrinkling as he gives a shrug of his shoulders. "the one and only." he chuckles. at the question, he thinks for a moment. "we?" jackson murmurs. "i came for lydia." he says simply, then continues. "i don't know how else to explain it but, i just had a feeling she needed me."

Lydia's mind was racing, it was all becoming too much for her. Being around her friends subdued it for a little while but they'd come back more so on a night especially since she'd bumped into Death itself. But she was not expecting the next person she saw to be none other than Jackson. It had been so long since she'd last seen him, but this was a welcome surprise. Things were different between them now, probably a lot better actually. They were only kids when they were together and they'd been through a lot, it was good growth. For the both of them. ''Jackson!'' Her smile widened across her face before she ran towards him wringing her arms around his neck. ''Why didn't you tell me you were back! What are you doing here?!'' // @whittemxres

leaving beacon hills behind had been the best decision jackson could ever make. he was able to start fresh and live his life the way he wanted to. he made a new life for himself in london. with ethan. but, that hadn't exactly gone to plan either. he knew that one way or another he'd end up fucking it all up, but he'd hoped that he wouldn't. when ethan left, jackson was consumed by an overwhelming need to return to beacon hills, almost as though there was something trying to draw him back. he wondered if it was his connection to lydia, whether she was the one calling him back. walking through the town center, jackson was greeted by a few confused stares, the townsfolk recognising him as the boy who should have died. then, a squeal of his name in a familiar tone of voice. a smile immediately stretched over his face, and arms opened wide, catching the redhead that damn near launched herself into his grasp. "steady!" he laughed, arms then wrapping around her and squeezing her tightly. "surprise?" he chuckled, returning her to the ground after a few moments. "i'm.. not sure. i just.. had a feeling that you needed me." jackson hummed, thick brows furrowed. "oh, and ethan and i broke up. so, that's fun." he shrugged, sighing.