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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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scrvivcd;;

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                 “how long exactly? how long was it that we dated and how much of that time did you actually care about me? okay, maybe i’m angry but you can’t just leave for london and then never call or anything then come back here.” she took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. “well, welcome back!”

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He waited for the cherry-blonde just talk, definitely knew when he had to talk, or even defense him self. When finally end he let out a sigh. “Look, what I did, I did it was for all of you. In addition, my parents wanted a ‘much safer place’ for his little 'son’. I did not see the need to call or texting, after all I thought so that everything would be better for you and for others. Let’s be honest, anyone in this place interest in me being safe. ” He reluctantly agreed.

scrvivcd;;

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              “looks like i did. i’m not mad, i stopped being mad at the things you do a long time ago, jackson.” she rolled her eyes, arms crossing. “i call bullshit.”

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“We dated for a long time, I think I know when you’re angry. And … you’re angry. Quite.” Even though, he wasn’t to start a little fight over that. “Oh, c'mon. I just want to be welcome, in this piece of shit country, again.”

scrvivcd;;

@jaxwhiittemorestarter call.

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                “did you really think you could just come back and i’ll let you in my pants again? you at least gotta work at it, sweetheart.”

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“Oh. My. God. You didn’t call me sweetheart. You’re mad, Lydia. I did not came back here to get in your pants again. I just… you know, we can be friends, at least."