- Who worries about how they will look when they’re older: they both do, but Jackson is less subtle about it. Stiles always smiles fondly and says that he’d love Jackson even if he grew scales and a tail, and even though Jackson always rolls his eyes and shoves at his shoulder lightly, he’s always smiling too.
- Who makes the mix tapes/cd’s: Stiles, mostly to annoy Jackson because “a CD, really, Stiles? What century are we in?” (he pretends he doesn’t hoard them and listen to them, but Stiles totally knows, so he always makes more).
- Clings to the other during scary movies: Stiles is more noticable with it, though Jackson’s 90% sure most of it is for show so he can practically climb on Jackson (not that he minds).
- Gets into the shower with the other randomly: Both of them do it, but Jackson does it more often, usually when Stiles has slept over. He likes to grab his own body wash and gently wash Stiles.
- Flashes the other when they walk by after taking a shower alone: Stiles usually, and he usually does a ridiculous laugh with it that has Jackson laughing even though he tries for exasperation. When Jackson does it, it’s with this obnoxious wink because he knows he looks good, and it pisses Stiles off almost as much as it turns him on.
- Initiates hand holding while the other is driving: Jackson. He likes to reach over and hold Stiles’ hand, thumb brushing over his knuckles. Stiles never comments, but Jackson notices the smile on his face every time.
- Secretly tries to touch the other in naughty places during public/family events: Stiles is a total asshole for it, smirking at the look on Jackson’s face and the way he squirms. Jackson definitely gets his revenge, though.
- Asks weird questions in the middle of the night: Stiles, until Jackson throws a pillow at him and tells him to shut up and go to sleep. Sometimes, though, Jackson will ask questions, but not weird ones; in the quietness of the night, when it’s just them, he’ll be brave enough to ask, quietly, “do you still love me” and Stiles’ reply every time is “always.”
- Asks “what are you thinking about?”: Jackson, when Stiles goes quiet, but Stiles asks it more often just to get Jackson talking sometimes.
- Always has to be touching the other, (if either of them do): usually Stiles; he’s tactile and likes to kiss Jackson and hold his hand and lean on him. But sometimes, Jackson needs just that, to be touched and held, even if he can’t let himself admit it, and Stiles is always there to give him what he needs.
Thank you!
Tag: stackson headcanons
okay BUT Star Wars Nerd!Jackson always seeing Stiles complaining to Scott about how he hasn’t seen it, like, for YEARS, and Jackson just wants someone to nerd out with about it all, but Lydia prefers super hero movies, and finally in, like, senior year, Jackson just starts dropping references just to see the look of surprise and admiration on Stiles’ face. Stiles comes over to marathon it but they end up making out instead.
i need to yell at you for a minute because JUST IMAGINE THAT STILES IS THE ONLY ONE IN THE PACK WHO KEEPS IN TOUCH WITH JACKSON WHEN HE’S AWAY, I MEAN EVEN LYDIA GETS TOO BUSY AFTER A WHILE, AND BITCHING OVER SKYPE BECOMES TALKING LIKE BROS AND THEN THE NO FROM NO HOMO SLOWLY DISAPPEARS, AND WHEN JACKSON COMES BACK TO BEACON HILLS STILES IS THE FIRST PERSON HE GOES TO
ok but what if, after stiles gets home and safely tucked into bed, he picks up his phone and sends jackson a text that says there’s a new kanima in town.
and jackson calls him a few minutes later, which, what the fuck, it’s like 5:00 in the morning there, and he asks “are you alright?”
and stiles is surprised at that, because since when has jackson ever cared about his wellbeing, but he doesn’t wanna fight so he’s just like “yeah, we’re all fine. i haven’t missed being paralyzed though, shit.”
and jackson clears his throat and says “yeah, i don’t blame you. i never said sorry for that, by the way, but i am. sorry.”
and stiles is like “don’t be stupid, dude, it wasn’t your fault. actually, seeing tracy kinda made me miss you, honestly. just a little bit.”
and jackson says “stilinski, i’m touched,” and stiles can hear the smirk in his voice and he rolls his eyes
but then he gets quiet and he asks him “you’re better off there, right? because we’re all losing our minds back here and i just…it would make me feel a lot better to know that one of us got out.”
and jackson says “yeah, stiles,” and tells him all about his life in london and says he’s invited any time he needs to escape for awhile :))))
For all the Stackson fans:
Imagine that Stiles lives through the season, but not without doing some serious harm. And he folds in on himself and won’t talk, won’t interact, and can’t handle it.
He doesn’t understand how anyone can look at him, can’t look at himself. Can’t breath. And is wasting away with guilt.
But then there is Lydia, Lydia who was well on her way to becoming such great friends with Stiles, finally giving him the respect that he deserves, and sh see’s what Scott is denying to. That Stiles is broken, broken in a way that no one could possibly understand. Almost no one.
So she makes a call.
Fast forward a week or so and there is a knock on the Stilinski’s door, and the Sheriff answers it- He’s greeted with the sight of Jackson Whittemore, whom he has never seen more serious in his life, with a rucksack slung over his shoulder. The Sheriff feels tears welling in his eyes, because he remembers the chess board. He knows why Jackson is here. So he hugs him, hugs him and send his upstairs.
By the time Jackson reaches Stiles’ door he can feel himself crying, crying because he knows exactly what he will find on the other side of it. And when he opens that door anyway, and Stiles look up to see his formal rival, giant douche-bag, a sob breaks from somewhere inside him that he thought had died.
And Jackson drops any and all pretense, rushing forward and holding Stiles, holding him for hours and hours, not saying a word.
(1/4) I like the idea of Jackson and Stiles kind if just flopping into their relationship. Like, after Nogitsune-shit (*sparkle* cliche *sparkle*), Jackson is the one that can usually calm Stiles down from panic attacks and like the pack has a buddy system now (god knows they need it) so Scott puts Jackson with Stiles. So Jackson just ends up hanging around the Stilinskis’, and Sheriff’s
just “Stiles why is Jackson Whittemore making eggs in my kitchen again why does he have a key why is he crashing on my couch” and because Jackson’s a wolf he’s really tactile but Stiles is too because hell yeah, and they’re already crossing lines with Jackson helping with his panic and anxiety attacks so they just drop all pretenses of trying not to touch. The pack doesn’t mention/care outside of Lydia snapping as many pics as possible. And they’re just studying one night, feet hooked under the kitchen table and Stiles is trying really hard not to paint his text book in highlighter and Jackson is taking a break and watching him when Stiles just asks “Hey, are we dating” without looking up, and Jackson tilts his head, goes “Do you want to” and Stiles is like “yeah” and he’s like “cool” and even though they still banter, it’s a surprisingly/suspiciously healthy and stable relationship. While I’m a sucker for the “not ready to come out” stories that Stackson is famous for, I also like the idea of it just becoming normal for Jackson to be touching Stiles at school or for Jackson to automatically share half his lunch, or for them to do regular walks of shame that are far from shameful, or for them to hold hands on the way out to the field for practice or just ugh. Happy Stackson makes me happy. (This is of course under the assumption Jackson either never left or came back).
i’m actually literally all about this okay you have NO idea omfg :’)
Heyo Stiles coming to visit Jackson while he’s still living with his parents in London and expecting to stay in a hotel but his parents are just “Nope, you were our son’s gay thing you are a Whittemore now” and Jackson hitting his head on the dining room table because “No, that was our secret, dad why would you do that” and Stiles is just pleased as punch because Jackson is everybody’s type, but Stiles is JACKSON’S type. Have a nice day.
oh my GOD
Jackson and Stiles REALLY need to become pen-pals after this season.
Long late night Skype calls when neither can sleep.
Talking about dreams and half-remembered things that scar their memories.
Knowing that they can’t be who they were before but healing slowly through the shared pain.
Finding that kind of anchor that only exists when someone doesn’t just say they understand, but when you know that they really, truly know what you’ve been through.
how do you think stackson say “i love you”? do you think there’s a big lead up, or maybe jax does the whole “i know” thing, or do you think they have their own version of “i love you” that is somewhere inbetween adorable and douchey :) ilove your stackson headcanons if you can’t tell :)
i feel like stiles probably figures out he loves jackson really quickly, because when he falls for someone he falls hard and fast and unapologetically, but he puts off telling jackson for months. not because he’s embarrassed or because he’s afraid he’ll scare jackson off, but because he knows it’s not something jackson fucks with, ever, and he wants to respect that.
when he finally does say it, he spends a week planning out what to say. they’re watching iron man for the hundredth time and jackson has his head resting in stiles’ lap. stiles is running a hand through jackson’s hair, and he says “hey,” quietly, waiting until jackson looks up at him before he continues.
“this is the best thing i’ve ever had, you know that?” he asks, heart fluttering as those gorgeous blue eyes lock with his. “i know you have your whole thing about needing to be the best, and you always think you’re not good enough, but this? you and me? we…it’s the best. you’re the best. i just want you to know that, because you are good enough, you’re so much better than good enough, and i love you. and i know that’s not a thing you say, and it’s okay. you don’t have to say it. you don’t have to say anything. i can finish this speech and we can go back to watching the movie and it doesn’t need to be a big thing. i just wanna make sure you don’t have any doubts about how much i care about you.”
and jackson just smiles softly, looking at stiles like he hung the fucking moon, before he leans up to kiss stiles’ jaw. and then he lays his head back in stiles’ lap, and they both turn their attention back to the movie, and that’s that.
xxx
stiles doesn’t say it particularly often, but every time he does, jackson answers with the same gentle kiss to his jaw. and stiles is pretty sure jackson loves him back, but he doesn’t know for sure.
until one morning when they’re walking out jackson’s front door on the way to school.
“hey, will you drive?” jackson asks him. “m’too tired.”
stiles stops dead in his tracks, because no one drives the porsche. he’s personally witnessed jackson insisting on driving with a lot worse than a couple hours of lost sleep.
“yeah,” he answers with a wide smile, letting his fingers linger against jackson’s a little longer than necessary as he takes the keys. jackson gets into the passenger side easily and curls up in the seat to take a quick nap on the ride, and stiles knows.
xxx
jackson actually says the words a year later at graduation, after stiles gives him a big hug and tells him congratulations, that it doesn’t matter that his parents are too busy working to be here, that he couldn’t be prouder of him.
“that means more to me than their fake enthusiasm, anyway,” jackson says, pushing stiles’ tassel out of the way to kiss him softly. “love you.”
of all the millions of words stiles has heard in his lifetime, those two are by far the best.
talk to me forever about stackson getting together and jackson being convinced stiles is in this because he wants perfection, wants jackson whittemore, richest and fairest and best of the land, and so he never lets himself stray from that. he pushes himself to impress stiles more than he ever has to impress his parents, which is a lot. he keeps his grades up, even bumping up his couple b’s to a’s, and he kicks ass at lacrosse, and he works out even more, and he puts his all into giving stiles the best orgasms of his life, even though they both know he has no one to be compared to. he’s a good boyfriend, but he always plays it cool. he’s perfect.
the thing is, though, stiles is a huge fucking dork. he’s goofy and ridiculous and unapologetically himself, all the time, and jackson would hate him for it if it wasn’t so endearing, because he doesn’t know the first thing about how to be himself. he’s not even sure he knows who “himself” is. so he watches when stiles bursts into song in the middle of a sentence, or cries at a sappy movie without shame, or dances around the kitchen while he makes them a snack after school, or lets himself go completely when jackson’s kissing him. and it makes his stomach twist in jealousy, because he wants to be like that. he wants to do shit like that without thinking twice about it. but that doesn’t fit into the prim and proper and perfect version of himself that everyone expects. that stiles expects.
stiles brings it up eventually, inevitably, asks him why he’s so damn stoic all the time. and jackson considers lying, shutting him down, like he always has with anyone that ever tries to get too close, but he realizes he doesn’t want to. he wants stiles to know him, or at least, what little of him there is to know. so he tells him everything, keeping his tone indifferent and emotionless, like it wouldn’t fucking wreck him if this relationship crashed and burned.
stiles listens to him intently and laughs when he’s finished, and jackson’s eyes go wide and he prepares himself for the rejection, the abandonment.
“you’re an idiot,” stiles says, but it’s fond. “i don’t give a shit if you’re the perfect jackson whittemore. i like you because you’re jackson, okay? just jackson. whoever you wanna be is who i wanna be with.”
he pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps around on it until music starts playing, and he gets up off the couch and holds his hand out to jackson, says “come on, dance with me.”
so he does. he lets his walls come down for the first time he can remember since he put them up so carefully. they spend over an hour dancing around stiles’ living room like idiots and screaming along to every song at the top of their lungs, and that’s that.
jackson stops being scared after that, as long as he’s with stiles.
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