#stacksonweek2017

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Stackson Week ‘17  → Beastly AU

Jackson Whittemore is the hottest guy in Beacon Hills and he knows it. Spoiled, rich and entitled, Jackson believes he has the world in his finger tips and cruelly treats others he deems as “ugly” as if they were dirt, and that includes resident geek Stiles Stilinski. Until one day, the new guidance counselor, Ms. Morrell, decides to teach him a hard lesson on humility and not judging others by their looks. Cursed with repulsive, green scales and grotesque sharp teeth, Jackson now finds himself on the opposite end of the beauty spectrum. To make matters worse, Morrell tells him that he has until the next two full moons to find someone who will truly love him or remain a hideous, snake-like monster forever.

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Stackson Week || Day 1 || Enemies to Lovers || also gift for @fanfictionfridge & @teenwolfexchange

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they don’t know about us

a little bit late, but this is for day 2 of stackson week (established relationship)/au where jackson and stiles have been best friends since they were kids

Jackson knows what people are gonna say.

They’re gonna tell him he’s too young, that it’s never gonna work out, that he needs to give it more time before he does something so permanent. And he might even believe them, if it was anyone but Stiles.

He’s been in love with Stiles since the day he met him in kindergarten, even though it took him awhile to figure it out. He’s the only person Jackson’s ever cried in front of, the first person he told when he found out he was adopted, the person whose side he didn’t leave for a month straight after his mom died. His very favorite person. Being able to call Stiles his best friend is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Until he finally gained the privilege of calling Stiles his boyfriend, that is.

They grew apart for awhile at the beginning of high school and wasted a couple years fighting, but honestly, it just made Jackson love and appreciate Stiles that much more when they finally got back together. And once they were friends again, the holding hands and the making out and the really, really great sex came as easy as breathing. They didn’t even really have to talk about it; they just sort of fell together, like that’s how it was always meant to be. Because it was.

So, yeah. Jackson is 100% certain that Stiles is who he wants to spend the rest of his life with. Marrying your best friend is the dream, after all, and Jackson has every intention of making that dream come true. 

He mentions it to Danny once in passing, casually, because again, it’s not really a big deal to him. It’s more like a given, something that he knows is going to happen, it’s only a matter of when.

Danny’s eyes go wide, though, like it’s the craziest thing he’s ever said, and he tells Jackson that he loves Stiles and he’s glad they’re so happy together, but he thinks they should take it slow for awhile. That they did just recently spend two years barely speaking to each other, except for to fight, after all.

Another time, he’s fighting with his parents and he tells them that soon he’ll be married to Stiles and he’s gonna take his name so he’ll never have to be a Whittemore again. And they just kind of laugh at him and tell him not to be ridiculous, that he’s only eighteen, that marrying his first love will do nothing but ruin his life. 

Even Stiles’ dad, the only adult Jackson really trusts or values the opinion of, tells him that he sincerely does hope they get married, but that he thinks they should wait until at least after college.

And Jackson’s been shot down so many times by now that he almost listens and gives the whole thing up, but then he hears the most important opinion of all. The only one that matters, really.

They’re laying in Stiles’ bed, Jackson’s arms wrapped around Stiles as he strokes Jackson’s face absentmindedly, fondly. It’s getting late, and he knows he has to go home soon, but this is the only place he wants to be.

He sighs and says “I can’t wait until we’re married and have our own place and I can actually fall asleep with you in my arms.”

And Stiles smiles over at him, easy as anything, and tells him “Me too, babe. I’m gonna marry you so hard, you know that?”

And that’s when Jackson knows he’s not wrong.

So he doesn’t wait until they graduate from college. He goes out, and he buys a ring, and he does it at their high school graduation, because he doesn’t want to wait anymore.

After the ceremony’s over, Stiles comes running at him and jumps into his arms and says “I’m so proud of you, baby,” and kisses him hard. 

When they pull away, Jackson musters up all his courage and gets down on one knee. 

“I know this is crazy,” he tells him, looking up at Stiles. “But I don’t care. I’ve always cared so much about what people think of me, but with you, it doesn’t matter anymore, you know? I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything, and I wanna be with you forever, no matter what, and I don’t wanna waste any more time. So...will you be crazy with me and marry me?”

Jackson hears everyone murmuring around them, and for a second, he’s afraid that maybe everyone else was right and he just screwed up the only good thing he’s ever really had. 

But then Stiles grins at him and says yes, and he forgets about everything else. 

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Stackson Week || Day 6 || Shenanigans

Photomanipulated gif of Jackson and Stiles dancing

(details below the cut)

I spliced these two gifs together (EDIT TO UPDATE: Yeah I’m aware in hindsight it would be more ethical if I created the source gifs myself, but it is what it is now)

and then it started with something like this

you’re welcome ;)

[screenwritingdyke]

seven minutes in heaven

this is just a short little stackson oneshot mini-fic i wrote in like 2 hours tgiwefjkaejwkf happy stackson week everyone!!

read on ao3

When Lydia suggested that they all play seven minutes in heaven, Jackson rolled his eyes.  He knew it was just a sly way for her to get the chance to make out with Malia.

When he accused her of it, all she did was huff and say, “It also gives you the chance to make out with Stiles.”  Suddenly, it didn’t seem like such a stupid idea anymore.

Once Lydia’s party finally rolled around, Jackson could barely contain his excitement.  Everyone wrote their name on a slip of paper and stuck it into a hat and Lydia went over the rules: nothing more than kissing, no means no, and don’t break anything.  They seemed like fairly simple rules to follow, but Jackson had seen firsthand how rowdy the baseball team could get at her parties.

Originally, he’d really been looking forward to playing seven minutes in heaven, but that was before he realized how much waiting was involved.  Seven minutes sure as hell wasn’t enough time for the two people in the closet, but it felt like an eternity to just sit outside and wait.  Across the room, Stiles spoke animatedly to McCall about god-knows-what and he tried to ignore the pang of jealousy.

But finally, it seemed all his prayers had been answered; his and Stiles’ names were drawn.  Jackson didn’t miss the way Lydia smirked at him as she walked them over to the closet.

After she locked the door, Jackson could practically reach out and touch the tension with his fingers.  As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see Stiles standing a couple feet in front of him, running a hand through his hair.  Well, it was now or never.  Jackson reached out to take Stiles’ hands in his and he hesitantly led them to rest on his waist as he backed himself up against the wall.  He heard him suck in a breath and could make out the familiar act of Stiles licking his lips in the dark.

Jackson slowly ran his hands back up Stiles’ arms until they rested on his shoulders and he was hit with the sudden realization that he was only a couple inches away from finally kissing Stiles.  But before he could even start to freak out, he felt the gentle press of a kiss against his lips and any and all doubts about himself disappeared immediately.  He pulled him closer by sliding one hand onto the back of his neck and hummed contently when he felt one of Stiles’ hands slip into his back pocket.

But all too soon, their seven minutes were up.  Jackson’s mouth felt tingly from all the kissing and he didn’t even care when the door swung open.  He heard some hooting and hollering, but all he could focus on was the way Stiles eyes’ just stayed locked on his.

“You know,” he started, patting Stiles’ chest gently, “I might let you do more after you take me out on a date.”

Stiles’ lips curved into a grin and he said, “Oh, yeah?  How much more?”

Jackson shrugged.  “Depends on how nice the date is.”

Stiles chuckled and leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips.  “Then I’ll make sure it’ll be the best date you’ve ever been on.”

“Looking forward to it, Stilinski.”

Stiles snorted and took Jackson’s hand in his as they walked out of the closet.  Jackson hadn’t ever smiled so widely.

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[otg2012]

Stackson Week || Day 2 || Established Relationship

Too Young for This Shit  by OnTheGround2012

Character/s: Stiles, Jackson, Mr Jacobs (original male character) Summary:  Stiles and Jackson talk to the principal at the school because of what happened with Daniel and Ilya. Author’s Notes: Marriage, Parenthood, Angst, Future fic, Canon divergent. This continues “Little Monsters”.  

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Jackson and Stiles look at the principal, Mr Jacobs, sitting behind his office desk.

“Well, I wish I could have called you under better circumstances but unfortunately that’s not the case. Miss Hamilton told me you’ve spoken to Daniel, so I guess he told you what happened.”

“I talked to him for just a minute. So, I have an idea of what happened, yes, but I don’t know all the details,” Stiles says.

“We know there’s been a fight between Daniel and two kids.” Jackson adds.

“It was mostly your son and this other kid, Luke. Daniel pushed Luke against a tree. Subsequently, he crushed his left arm. We had to call an ambulance which took him to the hospital and guess what? It’s not just some cuts and bruises, Mr Whittemore, Luke has a fracture on his radius--”

“You mean he’s broken it?” Stiles frowns.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Mr Jacobs nods. “And as you can imagine, his parents are enraged right now. They want me to expel Daniel.”

Stiles snorts, raising his eyebrows. “You have to be kidding me…”

“Not really, no…” The principal shakes his head.

“Okay, these people have obviously lost their minds,” Jackson says. “I mean, they know what really happened here… and you do too, right? Their son is a bully whether they want to admit it or not.”

“Yeah, Mr Jacobs.” Stiles continues. “You haven’t mentioned what really happened before Daniel hit this other kid… but you know…”

“I know… I know that Luke and Ian were saying things to him and he got upset--”

“Not to him, to Ilya, his brother. They were calling him all kinds of names… For god’s sake, they were bullying him! Of course, he got upset!”

Jackson looks at Stiles in that way he does when he wants him to calm down. He rests his left hand on Stiles’s forearm and squeezes lightly. Stiles looks at him and when he meets Jackson’s eyes he knows what he is silently asking.

“Okay.” The principal nods. “Yes, Daniel mentioned that and of course, I plan on talking to their parents about it, but all kids argue sometimes, I’m not sure that what they did qualifies as bullying. I think that would be exaggerating things.”

Jackson snorts. “That it doesn’t qualify?” He asks wryly. “I think it qualifies plenty. This is not some isolated incident we’re talking about, this is repeat behaviour for these kids, a pattern which should have been reported to us and dealt with before it happened again and escalated this far. So, it’s clear that the school has totally overlooked the situation instead of preventing it and that’s exactly why my son reacted that way and why we are sitting in your office right now.”

“Well, the school didn’t know about it or we’d have done something.”

“Yeah, but isn’t it your job to know what’s going on?” Stiles frowns.

“The school can only do so much in situations like this and the fact remains that your son punched another kid, younger than him, and caused him to have a serious injury. So you may want to blame the school now, but it was Daniel who used violence instead of talking to a teacher to report their behaviour.”

“Look, we know what he did was wrong, obviously we know that and we’ll talk to him so that this never happens again, but he’s never done anything like this before and it’s clearly been an accident, a very unfortunate accident because we know that he didn’t mean to break his arm.”

“Yes, but he did and now Luke’s parents are furious with me… with the school.”

“Well, it may not sound like it but we are furious too.” Stiles says matter-of-factly. “Very furious. And do you want to know why?” Stiles raises his eyebrows. “Because Ilya is deaf but thank god, he can hear perfectly and he’s also a very smart kid and old enough to realize when somebody is making fun of him just for being different, and these bullies have made fun of him repeatedly, so as wrong as it is, Daniel is also a kid and when he saw his brother hurting he did what he did… but he was protecting him, so no, Daniel is not a violent person, he reacted this way because he loves his brother and he got upset in that moment, but it doesn’t mean that he���s going to do it again.”

“Yeah,” Jackson continues. “We brought Ilya to this school because not only did we want him to be with his brother, but we didn’t want him to feel different because of his disability. We want him to have a normal childhood… or as normal as it can be. He’s way too young to be dealing with this shit. As is Daniel by the way. And if these people can’t educate their children to respect their classmates, with disabilities or not… well, then I think it says a lot about them too.”

“Look, I do understand how you feel. I’m not saying they’re right and you’re wrong. But I’m in the middle here and some action must be taken. It’s true that Daniel is a good student and he’s never been violent before--”

“But?” Stiles raises his eyebrows.

“But, even if we don’t expel him, I need to set an example and he deserves some kind of punishment, so he can’t come back to school for the rest of the week.”

“You’re sending him home for four days? For defending his brother... seriously?” Stiles aks, waving both arms.” I thought you said that you understood what happened.”

“I do understand. But I can’t let this go unpunished in some way or another. My hands are tied.”

“Fine, but don’t expect us to sit on our hands while our son takes all the blame here. I promise you, we’re going to get to the bottom of this and those two bullies are not going to be terrorizing anybody else.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Stiles nods.

“You know, schools are sued everyday for far less than this,” Jackson says casually. “Believe me, I know what I’m talking about.”

Stiles looks at him and licks lips, trying not to smile. There’s something about Jackson in lawyer mode that really turns him on.

Jackson can hear Mr Jacobs’s heart beating faster and he must make an effort not to smile.

“Well, I also promise you that no lawsuit is going to be necessary in this case. I’ll talk to their parents and I’m sure we’ll be able to find some middle ground here.”

“Yeah, well, you better make sure that they understand that I’m not bluffing. Tell them that if we find out that their children have as much as looked in Ilya’s direction again, they will hear from me and my law firm.” With that Jackson gets up and Stiles mirrors his action immediately. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”

“Yes, of course.” The principal gets up too. “I’ll let you know once I’ve talked to them.”

Jackson heads for the door and Stiles shakes the principal’s hand. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Mr Jacobs says as Jackson opens the door and both parents leave, closing the door behind them.

[stacksonweek]

STACKSON WEEK: DECEMBER 17TH - DECEMBER 23RD 2017!

We invite everyone who loves Stiles/Jackson to participate in creating more great Stackson content and also supporting their creators. We welcome any and all types of contributions, whether they be fics, art, gifs, playlists, edits, or whatever else you can come up with. The goal is to celebrate Stiles and Jackson, no matter which form it takes.

Please tag your contributions with #stacksonweek2017 (in the first five tags, so it actually shows up) so we can reblog everyone’s work! You can also tag either cailee or myself if you want to make sure we don’t miss a thing.

Each day has an optional theme that may be as canon or AU as your heart desires. You could have Jackson and Stiles explore their experiences post-kanima and post-nogitsune. Or you could make Jackson a mermaid. Stiles could be a trans!Daddy space cowboy. Both of them could be werewolf FBI agents. Anything goes as long as it’s Stackson–

» Sunday Dec, 17th:  Enemies-to-Lovers || Explore the thrilling world of hate, hate sex, and accidentally falling in love.

» Monday Dec, 18th:  Established Relationship || Marriage? Kids? Just two assholes living together? Bring out the domestic feels.

» Tuesday Dec, 19th:  Polyamory or Open Relationship || Who would Stiles and Jackson include if they could include a third? (Ideas: Lydia, Allison, Danny, Scott, Derek, or anyone else you see fit)

» Wednesday Dec, 20th:  Kinky || Time for Stiles to put Jackson in his place… creatively. And in many positions. Consensually, of course.

» Thursday Dec, 21st:  Soulmates || They are meant to be, but how? Mating mark? Fate? Anchor? You decide!

» Friday Dec, 22nd:  Shenanigans || Silly Stackson for the win.

» Saturday Dec, 23rd:  Holiday || Choose a holiday, any holiday, now make it Stackson.

Remember, these themes are only suggestions. If you feel inspired to do something else entirely, go for it! The more Stackson, the better. You may even post multiple works per day. Just know you’re not obligated to create something for each and every day.

If you can’t participate during the official week, we will continue to accept entries indefinitely. There’s no hard deadlines here. Even if you miss a day, you can submit the next chance you get, just make sure to still tag your work with #stacksonweek2017.

Reblog to spread the word, and feel free to contact us if you have any further questions!

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Stackson Week 2017 Fiction

More Rapid Than Eagles His Coursers They Came

It's the most wonderful time of the year With the kids jingle belling And everyone telling you be of good cheer It's the most wonderful time of the year …

Stiles sighed. “Andy Williams can burn in hell.”

It was Christmas Eve, and he was alone. The fact that he was alone by choice didn’t make him feel any better. The fact that he was alone because he had been a completely dick to everyone who wanted to spend Christmas Eve with him made him feel even worse.

For the rest ...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13114929

This is for Fridge!  I hope you like it.

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seven minutes in heaven

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2Bty1Am

by Dani Mahealani (ProtectJeanKirschtein)

When Lydia suggested that they all play seven minutes in heaven, Jackson rolled his eyes. He knew it was just a sly way for her to get the chance to make out with Malia.

When he accused her of it, all she did was huff and say, “It also gives you the chance to make out with Stiles.” Suddenly, it didn’t seem like such a stupid idea anymore.

Words: 574, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jackson Whittemore, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore

Additional Tags: Stackson Week, Stackson Week 2017, StacksonWeek2017, First Kiss, Party Games, Party, House Party, One Shot, Not Beta Read, Alternate Universe - Human, Getting Together

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2Bty1Am

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Stackson Week Day 1 - Enemies to Lovers

for @stacksonweek

Jackson’s been struggling to control his new werewolf power and the rage underneath it -- until one day, he accidentally picks up a red hoodie and the scent of it calms him instantly. It takes him a few days to realize that that soothing scent belongs to none other than the number one most obnoxious person he knows, Stiles Stilinski. But by then, he can’t bring himself to give the hoodie up, even when Stiles comes knocking demanding to have it back.

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Stackson Week || Day 7 || Holiday

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When We Were Monsters

Debuting the first chapter of my Enemies-to-Lover fic for Day 1 of Stackson Week:

When We Were Monsters by whatthefridge Fandom: Teen Wolf Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore Words: 3,098 Chapters: 1/?

Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Victim Blaming, aftermath of psychological rape, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Angst with a Happy Ending, the ending is smutty af

Summary:

Jackson’s done being in the spotlight. London chewed him up and spit him out, and all he wants is the life of a regular teen again. But the secrets he carries are heavy, and Stiles refuses to back down until Jackson airs every bit of misery he’s been dealt since the day Derek bit him and psychos got a hold of his head.

No one seems to blame Stiles for the nogitsune, but he can’t help blaming himself for letting it in. He’s having a hard enough time coping when Jackson suddenly returns from London, able to see through Stiles’s facade and tell him what everyone else denies as truth. It’s enough to make Stiles want to pry.

>>read it on AO3<<

Six months away and Jackson Whittemore barely recognized the town he used to call home. He wondered if it was his wolf senses catching sounds and smells that used to pass him right by, but that’d be denying how much the town reeked of death and fear after the onslaught of alpha packs and rogue emissaries and released demons. No one anticipated that the tree stump formerly used as a nemeton could get reawakened and return Beacon Hills to being a supernatural magnetic beacon. It almost made Jackson long for the simpler days of worrying about werewolves and hunters.

The only reason the town wasn’t in panic was because people lied to themselves so they could sleep better at night, rationalizing events to fit into whatever narrow view of the world they had. Jackson’s own parents acted like everything was fine, that the attorney office wasn’t seeing an unnatural rise in lawsuits against the hospital and the police station and the high school. As though a plague of serial killers and mountain lions was just typical for this small California county.

He wish wasn’t tethered to this hellhole, but he hadn’t lasted long in London. He had the means to go anywhere else in the world; he didn’t need to graduate from Beacon Hills High. But this was the only home he knew, and his parents were fucking thrilled to have him back. They’d been sold on the idea that he could get special therapy in London, fabricated by the very woman who welcomed him overseas.

Jackson supposed it was therapeutic, if he ignored the additional blood on his hands.

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Stiles Stilinski had a solid eight hours of sleep.

Across three days.

The best yet.

He rubbed his eyes as he stared across the high school’s parking lot, recognizing the silver Porsche and wondering what he did to deserve this.

“Jackson’s back?” Scott asked, confirming that they were seeing the same thing.

“I don’t know,” Stiles said. “But nothing good ever arrives in Beacon Hills anymore.”

From afar, Jackson appeared as clean-cut as ever with his fitted button-down shirt, crisp leather jacket, and perfectly styled hair. He held himself tall as always, above everyone else. A needle in Stiles’s side ever since grade school. But Jackson was a coward at his core, running across the Atlantic as soon as Lydia Martin saved him with her unconditional love. The heartless bastard never deserved her in the first place.

Stiles was fine glaring from afar, but Scott had other ideas—like confronting Jackson. Stiles hadn’t seen this level of determination since Allison’s burial, when Scott started wearing black everyday. He had to keep reminding himself that Scott was an alpha werewolf these days, no longer the skittish kid Stiles needed to protect.

As though that’d stop him from trying.

Upon closer inspection, Stiles noted the darkness around Jackson’s eyes, the absence of his signature resting bitch face. Something about the guy looked a lot older than seventeen.

Not that Stiles was in any position to judge.

“Jackson,” Scott said, flashing his red wolf eyes.

“McCall,” Jackson sneered, his naturally blue eyes flashing even bluer as he sized Scott up. “The infamous true alpha, earning his status out of sheer force of will. Extremely rare. But nothing is too rare for you, is it?”

“How’d you find out?”

Jackson rolled his eyes, and there was his resting bitch face. “How did I not find out, Scott? Your name is circulating throughout the entire supernatural community.”

Scott flushed and scratched his neck. He never did know what to do with his popularity except to get the girl.

Stiles replied for him. “Are you back just to taunt us?”

“As if,” Jackson said, glancing between him and Scott. “I’ve got other things on my mind besides you, Sad and Sadder.”

Scott pressed on. “We have to stick together, though. We’re stronger that way.”

Leave it to Scott to pitch teamwork to Jackson after everything the guy put them through.

Jackson scoffed. “You don’t want a murderer near your pack, Alpha McCall.”

“You weren’t you when you were the kanima.”

Jackson swung his backpack strap over his shoulder. “I was always me,” he said before walking away with a flair.

“Not ominous at all,” Stiles called out. “And just in time for funeral season.”

>>read the rest on AO3<<

[adrianfridge]

Stackson wishlist

Dear @teenwolfexchange

I’d love it if some of my plot bunnies got made into actual fics or oneshots. The links to source posts will hopefully give you more info about the ideas

- Jackson and Stiles start sharing clothes and no one notices for months (because Jackson has been known to wear flannel, we just like to forget it ever happened) (source post)

- AU in which people see the person they are destined to be with by seeing a star appear above their head. Jackson’s lived his whole life without seeing a star and died alone. When he arrives in Hell, he sees one above Satan’s Stiles’s head (source post)

- Jackson and Stiles as witches (source post)

- Nerdy AU where Stiles is a programmer and Jackson is the financial analyst Stiles’s company recently hired (source post)

- AU in which Jackson’s a s1 frat boy whose car breaks down at a gas station where a s5 Stiles works (source post)

- AU in which Jackson leaves a thing out for the trash collector and fae!Stiles takes it as an offering. Now Stiles won’t leave Jackson alone (source post)

- Mermaid AU in which Jackson is captain and the sole survivor of a shipwreck when mermaid Stiles comes along to help him out only for them to squabble the entire time (source post)

- AU in which Stiles is the morally ambivalent angel that guards Beacon Hills from evil, and he happens to decide Jackson is the evil needing to be kept an eye on (source post) 

- Superhero AU in which Stiles is a literal wiseass sidekick gets under the skin of an entitled prick with money trying to buy himself into being a superhero but inadvertently becomes a villain (source post)

- Stiles is having issues in his hate fuck relationship with Derek, and Jackson “helps” by implying Stiles would be more fulfilled if he wasn’t always on the bottom... all while heavily hinting he’d be perfect for the job (source post)

- Porn blogger Jackson (source post)

- “Mr. & Mrs. Smith” except with married Stiles and Jackson (source post)

- Kid fic in which Stiles and Jackson adopt a baby girl, except she’s such a combination of the two that people keep wondering how two dads managed to sire a child. Also she’s a Dragon Emperor, just saying (source post)

All the best,

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[otg2012]

Stackson Week || Day 2 || Established Relationship

Close Your Eyes and Count to Ten  by OnTheGround2012

Character/s: Stiles (mentioned), Jackson, Derek Summary:   A few weeks after the car accident, Stiles is still in a coma and Jackson is having a very hard time coping with the consequences. Author’s Notes: Angst, Marriage, Friendship, Future fic, Canon divergent. Feedback is truly very important, so if you haven’t read this post, please read it and reblot it: Feedback culture is dead, long live feedback culture!

Finally, he’s got to face it: he’s not going anywhere.

So, he makes the call.

“Do you mind… I mean, if you’re not busy… could you take me to the hospital?” Jackson’s voice sounds different, maybe kind of shaky but if Derek notices he chooses not to say anything about it.

“Well, I was in the middle of something but sure, nothing that can’t wait. Where are you?” Derek tries to sound casual but Jackson knows the difference with his real casual tone and he’s not surprised.

“At home.”

“Home?”

“Yeah, the sheriff brought me a couple of hours ago.” Apparently he was in need of a shower and a change of clothes and he had to agree with him.

“Okay, good. Yeah, I’ll be right there.” Jackson is grateful to Derek for not pushing, at least not yet because he’s not in the mood right now.

“Thanks.” Jackson hangs up.

****

“So, do I really need to ask?” Derek asks as he takes the turn to the right that takes them in the direction to Beacon Hills General hospital.

Jackson sighs. “What?” Out of the corner of his eye he sees the way in which Derek taps the steering wheel insistently with his right index finger and he wishes he would stop. He wishes Derek would let it go.

“You know what. What am I doing here?”

Jackson closes his eyes and licks his lips. He could say he doesn’t want to talk about it but with Derek it would be just a waste of time.

“You’re here because… because I couldn’t drive, okay? I got into his car and I…” Jackson stops and keeps staring through the window.

Derek frowns and looks at him for a second. It seems to him like if Jackson is elsewhere right now and he’s not going to say another word. “You what?”

“What happened?” Derek insists.

“I’m so stupid.” Jackson is silent after that but Derek waits and Jackson continues after what what feels like too long.

Jackson snorts. “I actually thought I could get into his car and drive. That’s how fucking stupid I am. That’s the fucking level of stupidity I’ve reached if you can believe that… which, of course, you can because I turned you down when you offered to help me find a new car.”

“Jackson…” Derek shakes his head. “I understand why you didn’t want to go shopping… it makes sense. You have other stuff in your head. I don’t know what I was thinking when I said that.”

“You were thinking that I’d need a fucking car to move around and you were right.”

“Yeah… but you’re not exactly moving around, are you?”

You’re always in that hospital, in that room. Derek doesn’t need to say it, Jackson knows that’s what he means. Derek is right and he knows it.

“So…” Derek continues. “I’m guessing… using his car is out of the question, right?”

“Fucking right it is.” Jackson nods.

Derek looks at Jackson for a second before looking back at the road. He’s not sure what to say exactly but it feels like he needs to say something. He’s the alpha after all. He’s supposed to help with this stuff if he can.

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry that this is happening to you. Sorry that he doesn’t know what to say. Sorry that there’s nothing he can do to help. Sorry that life sucks so much right now.

Jackson gets it.

He snorts and looks at Derek as he drives for a few seconds. “Not your fault.”

“I know but--”

“That car is him.” Jackson interrupts him. “It not only smells like him… It…” Jackson’s breath catches. “You know--”

“I know.” Derek nods. Jackson doesn’t need to explain it. He’s not surprised that Jackson freaked out. “I get it.”

“So yeah, even if it’s the last thing I want to do right now, I guess I should do it… buy something, I mean.” Because he’s not going to ask for a lift everytime he has to leave the hospital for some reason.

Derek nods. “Sounds like the right decision to me.”

“You still want to come? On Saturday morning?” Jackson looks at Derek as they pull up to the front of the hospital.

“Sure, yeah… Saturday is good.” Derek stops the car, looking at Jackson. “Text me and tell me when to pick you up. We’ll figure it out.”

“Right.” Jackson unbuckles his belt and gets out. Next he opens the back door and grabs his bag. “Thanks for the lift,” Jackson says as he closes the door.

“Anytime.” Derek doesn’t start the car right away. He looks at Jackson until he’s inside the hospital and disappears.

The feeling has been there since that night, but every time he sees Jackson, every time he’s back here, it only gets harder.

The impotence, the frustration, the pain.

Derek closes his eyes and sighs before he finds the key and starts the car again.

[otg2012]

Stackson Week || Day 1 || Enemies-to-Lovers

Real To Me (2/5) by OnTheGround2012

Character/s: Stiles, Scott, Jackson (mentioned) Summary: When the stranger stops taking the train, Stiles doesn't know what to think. Author’s Notes: 905 words. More characters will appear as the story develops. This is part 2 of “What If It’s You?”.

“He’s gone.” Stiles says as soon as Scott arrives at the bar.

“What do you mean gone?”

“I mean, gone. He’s not taken the train in two weeks. Maybe he’s moved or maybe he drives to work now… I don’t fucking know. All I know is he’s gone. And I don’t even know his name or shit… anything… God, I’m such a loser. I should have listened to you. You were fucking right. You--”

“Stop. Of course, I’m always right but this… torturing yourself now is fucking useless.”

“I know. You think I don’t know! But I can’t help it. What if we were meant to be together and I… I ruined it because I was a coward. I’m such a fucking coward. I’m--”

“You’re not a coward… but you need to trust yourself a lot more than you do. You have a good job and you’re smart. And hell, you’re not bad looking… you have a lot going on for you.”

“So, you’re saying that if I was more confident, this wouldn’t have happened?” Stiles finds that hard to believe right now.

“Probably… I don’t know, okay? I’m just saying that maybe this is a wake up call. Maybe this happened for a reason and the next time, you’ll do what you have to do. No regrets and all that, you know?”

“No regrets. Sure.” That would be good. Right now he’s got like a million of them. Right now he feels like the most stupid guy on earth. “What if there’s not a next time? What if I lost my chance?”

Scott snorts. “I seriously doubt he was your only chance. There are a million guys out there. You just have to find somebody else. Somebody who is real. Somebody whose name you actually know.”

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