So I was watching Dylan’s old YouTube videos and I started to think- What if Stiles had a YouTube? What if, unbeknownst to his friends in Beacon Hills, he actually had a pretty big following? What if Jackson was bored one day and he decided to randomly Google the pack members? What if he came across Stiles’ videos and thought they were pretty funny? What if he watched multiple “Ask Stiles” videos in a row and winced when, after being asked if being a YouTuber makes Stiles popular at school, the younger teen laughed and said, “No, I really only have one friend. It’s okay though. I only really need one.” What if Jackson found the latest one, called “Why I Haven’t Been Updating”? What if he watched it and was shocked at how different Stiles was- longer hair, pale with dark circles under his eyes, and stiller, only his mouth and head moving in the whole video. What if he broke a little inside when he heard, “I’m sorry, it’s just- I’m dealing with the death of a friend, and I’m not entirely healthy right now, mentally or physically,” coming with a sob from Stiles. What if he couldn’t believe that this is what the ADHD spaz he left behind turned into? What if he got onto the next flight to California because he just had to see Stiles? What if he texted Lydia for the first time in months to ask what happened? What if he showed up at Stiles’ house, coming through the window because he was afraid to face the Sheriff, and held Stiles as he broke down? What if he rediscovered old feelings that he had tried to squash so long ago? What if??

jackson/stiles: (925):You sent me a picture of curly fries with no explanation attached. This is the first time you’ve texted me in 2 months.

moonwasours:

Stiles spends his winter break catching up on sleep and in general being a shut-in. The doctors are perplexed by his sudden remission, and between the constant medical appointments and therapy sessions, he’s too exhausted for much social interaction. Not that anyone is feeling particularly sociable.

Scott and Lydia take Allison’s death the hardest, or maybe it just seems that way to Stiles. Scott spends a lot of time at home alone. Stiles feels like he can’t reach him, or doesn’t know how. Lydia goes to Aspen with her mom for the month of December. She tells everyone she has bad cell service when she’s out of touch for days at a time. Chris and Isaac leave for a pilgrimage to France, or whatever they’re calling it. Stiles does not understand the Argent family ways, and doesn’t really want to. Derek disappears again. Stiles worries, but he tells himself it’s not his place. Kira’s parents pretty much have her on house arrest. Stiles is left without anyone to talk to, and that’s dangerous when he starts to question his very existence.

Sometimes he texts Danny, because knowing that he knows about werewolves and the supernatural now is a relief. They shoot the shit and it’s normal. Stiles desperately needs normal back in his life. One night, his dad takes him out for burgers at his favorite diner that serves curly fries. Stiles snaps a picture with his phone and scrolls through his contacts. He can’t bring himself to erase so many of the names. Heather. Erica. Boyd. Allison. Even Matt and Aiden are in there, and he never liked either of them. They’re all dead. He scrolls through again and lands on Jackson. He texts him the picture of his curly fries. He doesn’t even check what time it is in the UK.

Stiles drifts in and out of sleep that night, and around 2 in the morning he wakes up with his sheets tangled around his ankles and the sound of an incoming text. Stiles props himself up in bed to read it.

Jackson: You sent me a picture of curly fries with no explanation attached. This is the first time you’ve texted me in 2 months.

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mmandibles:

The first time Jackson and Stiles have sex, Jackson tells Stiles specifically that he cannot tell Scott. He cannot text him or call him–in fact, the words, “I had sex with Jackson,” are not allowed to leave his mouth.

So of course Stiles drives to Scott’s at two in the morning to start a rousing game of charades.

ghostgirlmitch:

super reluctant friendships where they seem like they barely tolerate each other and no one understands why they hang out but then as soon as something happens to one of them the other is so protective and like “THEY MIGHT BE A LITTLE SHIT BUT THEY’RE MY LITTLE SHIT” oh boy