#curly mario core real

[dooxliss]

i think y’all already saw it but you’re going to see it again

started this before the direct but anyway have a mario

surprise under the cut

nya

[florenceandthemachine]

SPEAKING OF ANGST, tell me about jackson, who was stiles’ first everything - first kiss, first date, first time (all in secret, obviously) - moving back from london and being so excited for them to reconnect...only to find out that stiles has malia now.

god  d a m n  it I was going to go to bed on time tonight and then I saw this

h8 u (luv u) for making me boot back up my computer to type because once again, I have thoughts

and those thoughts are mostly — Wow This Sucks Jackson Hates It.

and at first he would think he was just being petty and jealous. He would think that he was just getting butthurt that Stilinski had someone. And so he would try to ignore it and justify it. 

Because like… Jackson left without a call, or a text, or an anything. He and Stiles (it’s Stilinski again, he reminds himself bitterly) were basically star-crossed lovers when Jackson moved. He was Stiles first kiss, first fuck, first boyfriend (and Stiles was his first time with a guy, first secret anything, first… real, true love, not that he told anyone that), and even though Stiles was the one who wanted to keep it a secret, Jackson was elated to be something that important to someone that important to him.

And then he moves across the country with less than zero notice to any of his friends.

After he moves, Stiles doesn’t text or call for a week and it tears Jackson up inside, but he can’t be the one to reach out. Not after the sin he has committed. It takes eleven days before they even contact one another again, and even then, it’s broken, it’s fragile, it’s still days without hearing from Stiles in between random texts sand check ins. 

(”Trust is like a mirror.” Beyonce says in one of her music videos as she and Lady Gaga poison a bunch of fuckers. Jackson can relate, deep in a YouTube hole, driven by insomnia and worry when Stiles tells him, in incredibly sparse detail, about their latest Eichen House revelation. “You can fix it if it’s broken, but you still see the crack in that motherfucking reflection.” Jackson does not cry, and he refuses to admit otherwise.)

So, when he comes back just as suddenly, without a word to anyone, he shouldn’t be surprised to find Stiles with someone else’s arms around him. It’s not fun. It… It hurts, but Jackson thinks that it’s supposed to. He deserves it. Just like he deserves all the shit he’s got in his life. 

So he figures yeah, Stiles has the right to move on, and he tries to get over it.

(”They’re together, but I don’t think it’s anything emotional, you know? I think they’re just fucking.” Lydia says, ever astute, knowing full well that she’s cutting Jackson to the core.)

Jackson tries to get over it.

(”Is that why he’s all quiet and weird now?” Jackson asks her, because he is a sadist. Lydia actually looks sad at that, and shakes her head. 

“No. That’s just how Stiles is now.”)

Tries being the keyword there.

Tries, because it’s… it’s wrong.

At first, Jackson thinks that it’s just his jealousy. He thinks that his brain is just… wired like that, to be angry and bitter and jealous, and he definitely attributes that to how he feels about seeing Stiles and Malia together. Even the scent of them together makes him sick., turning his stomach in a way that makes it almost impossible to smile convincingly whenever Stiles turns a sparse glance at him.

And god, are they sparse. Stiles doesn’t even want to look at him half the time, it seems, much let alone talk to him. Which makes it even harder for him to realize that it isn’t just Malia that smells wrong to him. It’s Stiles.

Jackson doesn’t realize it until they’re together, alone, for the first time since he returned, like, almost two months since he came back. Which is upsetting in it’s own way, but when Stiles finally says yes to lunch (well, more like Stiles finally lets Jackson come over with a bag of curly fries) and Jackson sees the door open, it’s still the same smell. A rot that he doesn’t recognize—it takes him by shock to realize it’s just, sheer darkness, a despair practically stuck to his soul. 

It sticks to his nose and as soon Stiles indicates that their lunch is over, Jackson smiles at him and waves goodbye and immediately books it over to Derek’s house. Derek is waiting by the door (because of course he is) and he rolls his eyes as he takes in Jackson’s expression, letting him in with a “took you long enough.”

He explains everything—the Nogitsune, the fly-demon things, Allison, everything—and Jackson is left about as broken as Stiles smells. 

“Why didn’t he tell me?”

“Why didn’t you ask?”

Which, ouch.

It would go on like that for a while, longer than Jackson is comfortable with for sure, but one night he finally manages to get Stiles to agree to some pizza and video games, and Stiles has the decency not to say anything when Jackson “forgets” to invite Scott over to the apartment he’s been staying in.

Two rounds of Mario kart and half a pizza later, Jackson says “I talked to Derek.”

And Stiles pauses the game, and puts down his controller, and turns to Jackson,

and it’s like a bomb goes off. 

Stiles is screaming at Jackson with what must have been a year of pent up anger, and rage, and Jackson is initially shocked with the reaction before he fires back, taking them both by surprise—because damn it, if Stiles is angry, Jackson can be too. 

Because Stiles was the one who wanted to keep them a secret. Stiles was the one who kissed him when the locker room was empty and then jumped away as soon as the door opened. Stiles was the one who used to hold his hand beneath their shared desk in Science at the same time as he would be insulting Jackson, and Stiles—

“But you were the one who left!” Stiles all but screams, and then it’s like the wind was let out of his sails, and he deflates. His voice is raw when he speaks next, his voice broken and sad and desolate. “But then you left, and it was like you took everything good with you. You left and to everyone else, I was nothing. You left and I didn’t have anyone to talk to, you left and Allison died, you left and… you left and I killed Donovan, and then you come back like it’s no big deal, but it is, because I fucking loved you. I loved you, and you left me, Jacks.” 

And somehow the nickname that Jackson usually hates is what really hits home. Jackson surges forward and wraps Stiles in his arms and apologizes, comes close to kissing him but holds back, barely, burying his nose in Stiles hair as Stiles clings back to him. 

“I’m sorry, Stiles. I won’t leave ever again, I promise. I love you too, you fucking idiot, and I’m not going anywhere.”

(After their all cried out, and Stiles is resting in his arms, Jackson kisses the top of his head and dares to go out on that limb.

“Stiles, after everything that happened, why didn’t you call me?”

“And say what, Jackson? Hey, I was possessed by an evil spirit and killed one of our best friends, and—”

Jackson just stares at him as Stiles puts two and two together. Or in this case, puts “Kanima” and “nogitsune” together.

“Oh god, I am such an idiot.”

Jackson laughs and kisses him again, because he can.)