JW
independent, highly selective & semi-exclusive
Jackson Whittemore
from mtv's teen wolf. multiverse, multiship. crossover friendly.

canon divergent!

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written by Airis
female. 25.
est. april 1st 2016

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I track: jaxwhiittemore.

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drafts: 7
starters: 00
memes: 5

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Wiping her hands on her shorts, Roscoe furrowed her brows and leaned her hands on the edge of the jeep. “Um..he shouldn’t be too long? Was there something you needed?“ Okay so maybe Roscoe wasn’t the best at conversations as she’d only had Stiles, Scott, and the Sheriff to talk to since becoming…human. “You seem familiar. I feel like I’ve seen you before.“

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He grimaced pursing his lips at the opposite response. “Yes, talk to him.” It did not sound very friendly, but what else could be expected from Jackson? He gave a somewhat exasperated sigh before scratching his forehead a few times. “I need to talk about some things with Stiles, nothing important.” He wanted to drop a ’is not something that concerns you’ but did not want to be ruder than usual. “Uhm? I think not, unless you’ve traveled to London, because I do not remember seeing you in my life. And I lived here 15 years.”

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Roscoe had been working on the jeep since practice started and she heard someone approaching. Raising up on her toes, she reaches deep under the hood to feel for the leak in the hose. Teeth met in her lower lip as she squinted one of her eyes. “Stiles hasn’t come out yet–“ she turned to look at him, sensing something familiar about him but couldn’t put her finger on it.

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Sincerely his intentions in approaching the residence of the Stilinski was unclear. But he knew that the only person who would put some attention and, perhaps, believe him was Stiles. As much as it cost him to admit it, Jackson and the human had much in common, especially the ’do not trust anyone, be a bastard with all’. If  he explained his case to Stiles would at least have someone who thought before giving an opinion… err, no wait, Stiles did not think much as should. But at least he had a pretty good intuition. It is not to throw dirt on Scott… suuuuure not. As it was, there he was, parking his car and down to meet the crappy Jeep the human adored so much. Only instead of meeting above, he was found with a girl. Oh surprise. “Ah… You know at least when it will?”