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amatchinwater · 1 month

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Pairing: Stackson

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Donovan Donati, Vernon Boyd

Tags/warnings: hate speech/derogatory language, homophobia, homophobic language, Donovan just really sucks, mild violence (he got the back eye somehow)

Words: 2663

Prompt: BTHB square Black Eye

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You’d really think Stiles would’ve learned by now. Coming out of the closet is not easy. That much he can give Donovan credit for. And in no way, shape, or form will you catch Stiles forcing the matter. As nice as it would be to be public with Donovan and whatever you’d classify their relationship as. That’s something to be done when and how the other boy feels comfortable, not Stiles.

All he can do is remind Donovan that he will be there as support when he’s ready.

There’s just one tiny- okay major- problem.

Stiles is beginning to suspect that Donovan might be homophobic.

Even someone deep in the closet isn’t typically rude enough to shun someone in the halls. With something as simple as a hello or a small wave, Donati gives him this look. A nasty thing as if Stiles had spit in the boy’s face rather than offered pleasantries. And whenever he- politely- asks when they might put a label on them, even if in private, Donovan always has the same answer.

He’d rather be caught dead than with a guy.

But even with that, Stiles can’t bring himself to walk away. Call it codependency if you want, but he just doesn’t want to be alone. Granted, Stiles has his pack. Derek, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, and Jackson. But that’s not the same kind of companionship he’s looking for.

So what’s a little heartache in exchange for the companionship he is looking for?

A small price.

At least that’s what Stiles usually tells himself. Because it’s not like he could just walk up to– no, he’s not going there. Stiles’ heart and brain are already damaged enough, there’s no need to add insult to injury here.

His phone dings in his pocket as he’s walking out of school.

>>Usual spot, 5 mins

A demand, not a request. Stiles would be lying if he said that shit wasn’t getting on his last nerve.

K<<

With a sigh, Stiles shoves his phone back in his pocket, knowing full and well he’s about to leave this situation feeling worse than better. Maybe being alone wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He probably wouldn’t feel sick every time he hears that text tone.

When he gets to the music room, he can already see Donovan inside waiting for him. The other boy hasn’t noticed him yet, so Stiles takes a moment to try and turn his heart off. Can’t be affected by what you can’t feel. Right?

The music room makes sense as a good spot to meet up because ever since the teacher was killed last year, the school has yet to find a replacement. It’s never used.

As much as Stiles doesn’t want to feel loneliness, he wishes he had the strength to end this. Whatever this is.

Maybe one day.

Stiles knocks twice, once, and then three times before opening the door. It’s a code Donovan made up to ensure they know who’s coming in. Especially since the boy’s locker room is only two doors over and lacrosse practice is going on right now.

But when their eyes meet, Stiles knows deep in his bones, if he’s ever getting out, he has to do it now. There’s so much anger in the other boy’s eyes. If they’re meeting up to make out, shouldn’t Donovan be at least a little happy? Not like he’s filled with resentment.

Screw worrying about being alone. He’s got his pack and they love him. For now, it’s going to have to be enough. Because their love doesn’t come with a toxicity clause. It’s warm and genuine.

“What took you so long?” Donovan snaps.

Not out of worry if Stiles is okay. But for making him wait. For prolonging the risk of being caught. That much is evident in the way the other boy keeps looking behind Stiles, checking the window on the door for people passing by.

No one suspects a goddamn thing between them. Well, Stiles is sure his pack has smelled Donovan on him after their encounters. But they’ve never said anything to anyone; not even Stiles.

“I had to go the long way,” he explains, “the main entrance was already locked.” That’s not what he’s concerned about so Stiles adds, “no one saw me.”

“Good,” Donovan nods, “let’s hope not. I can’t be seen with you.”

Charming.

How did Stiles not get sick of this sooner?

Donovan quickly closes the distance between them, hands reaching out and eyes half closed.

“No,” Stiles pushes against the other boy’s chest to keep distance.

“What do you mean no?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” Stiles takes a step back, not liking the dark glare from those nearly black eyes. “I’m out. It’s more than okay that you’re not. But I’m tired of hiding who I am.”

Suddenly Donovan’s hands are around his throat, showing Stiles against the wall and forcing his tongue in his mouth.

Stiles’ face contorts, not even remotely kissing back and trying to push Donovan off. Stiles is all for a hand around his throat. But this hurts and he can’t fucking breathe, blackness beginning to shadow the edges of his vision.

“You’re disgusting, you know that?” Donovan sneers, wiping his mouth clean as if he wasn’t the one to force the kiss.

Stiles should’ve bit the fucker.

“Disgusting and so fucking wrong. Who are you going to turn to, huh? No one is going to want to touch someone like you.”

Stiles’ newfound backbone settles into place. He scoffs, “I’m wrong? Me? The only thing wrong here is you. Treating me like garbage when I actually liked you.”

Donovan doesn’t take a moment to digest Stiles’ words or even have half of a thought. He just rears back and punches Stiles right in the face. Really fucking hard. The force makes Stiles stumble, lose his footing, and fall on the floor.

“Don’t be such a fag,” Donovan seethes before snatching his bag up and storming out of the room.

Stiles’ face is throbbing, one eye watering and stinging so badly he doesn’t even want to open it. Can’t. Collecting himself, he gets off the ground. Brushing his pants off, Stiles quietly leaves the room. Not once does he stop until he’s pulling his jeep into the driveway.

It’s not his first time taking a hit to the face, he used to play lacrosse for fuck’s sake. But it was the first in that setting. In that…way.

Silver lining?

He’s free of Donovan.

Luckily, his dad was working a double shift last night, so he didn’t see the mess that was his son. And thankfully, with one sacrificial bag of frozen peas later, the swelling of Stiles’ eye went down. The small cut on his cheekbone is nothing of consequence. Something easily explained away by his clumsy nature. The major problem?

The very obvious black eye.

Even Stiles isn’t graceless enough to give himself a shiner. Litter his arms, legs, and sides with them? For sure. But usually if he hits his face it was from doing something stupid like the one time he was trying to make a rubber band ball. He used too small of a band and when it snapped it got him right in the chin. A nice little cut that he wore for three days. But never a black eye.

He avoided his pack last night so as not to cause any problems. Although Jackson, his childhood best friend, showed up at his goddamn house after practice. Stiles lied his ass off that he was nauseous and should be left alone. Not because Jackson might get sick. No, don’t worry, the jock reminded Stiles numerous times that he’s immune because he’s a werewolf.

Stiles just kept pushing how gross it was and that his best friend didn’t need to see that.

Jackson responded in kind that nothing could be more gross than walking in on Stiles jerking himself off when they were going through puberty. Which, thanks. Great boost to his ego there, Jax, truly. In the end, the wolf backed off once Stiles promised he’d call if he needed anything.

But now Stiles has to go to school. Lydia is off on some college tour, so it’s not like he can call her for a quick cover up. She and her makeup are states away. No staying home either. His dad would get a call at work and that’s just not something he wants to deal with. A small fib to Jackson is one thing, but Stiles is sure his dad is desensitized to his lies, it just wouldn’t work.

Maybe he can get away with staying in the library or getting a note from the nurse.

That’s probably the best course of action. If he tells the nurse he’s throwing up, they won’t call his dad and just let him leave.

Stiles intends to do just that. He hides in the boy’s bathroom, waiting for the first bell to ring. He’s got his old, oversized lacrosse hoodie on to hide his face. But the fewer people in the halls, the better. It also runs less of a risk in seeing his pack right now. They would all collectively lose their minds.

Possibly their composure as well.

Jackson has proved since they were young that he won’t tolerate people bullying Stiles. Can’t threaten what you don’t know about though. Erica would burn the school down then ask what idiot hurt him. Boyd would just give them a Derek level death glare to ensure they never even looked at Stiles again. Isaac could go either way. It would depend on the situation. A black eye would probably constitute a broken bone or two.

Best to avoid them.

Or at least until tomorrow when Lydia and her makeup bag are back in Beacon Hills and can help Stiles cover this up.

The bell rings, startling Stiles in the quiet stall. He waits until the voices have mostly ceased to poke his head out. But when he does, he catches a glimpse of Donovan walking towards his locker. Almost choking on a breathy squeak, Stiles disappears back into the bathroom.

Not without hearing Jackson call, “Stiles?”

Fuck.

Stiles rushes back into the stall to hide. If anything, it’ll keep up the façade that he’s ill. Hell, he feels so nauseous after seeing Donovan that he might actually throw up from anxiety alone.

The bathroom door opens and two sets of footsteps come in.

This is just not Stiles’ week.

“Stiles, what’s going on?” Jackson asks, voice full of concern.

It warms Stiles’ heart that his best friend cares this much. If Jackson wasn’t painfully straight, maybe the whole Donovn situation could’ve been avoided.

Again, he’s not thinking about that.

“You can’t hide from me,” Jackson says, “even if I couldn’t smell you, I can hear your heartbeat anywhere. Come on out.”

That shouldn’t blanket Stiles’ heart the way that it does. Jax only means because they’re best friends. That’s it. Just friends.

“Stiles, we just want to make sure you’re alright,” Boyd adds, confirming the wonder of the second set of feet. “You know you can talk to us.”

They won’t leave without seeing him. Stiles knows they won’t. Time to face the music. Ever so slowly, he unlocks the door, stepping out hood up and chin tucked. “I don’t feel well, I’m just going to go home.”

“If you were sick, you could’ve just said so,” Boyd chuckles.

Jackson snorts, “Well at least this time it sounds like the truth.”

Without thinking, Stiles looks up to snap at the wolf, except doesn’t get a chance to speak. He immediately realizes his mistake.

Boyd mutters, “oh shit.”

Eyes flashing blue, Jackson snarls, “Who did it?” Despite his tone, he carefully grabs Stiles’ chin to get a better look.

“Just drop it, Jax,” Stiles jerks his head and shoves the wolf’s hand away. “It’s nothing,” he says, avoiding eye contact and keeping the black eye facing away from them.

“Fuck that,” Jackson grabs his chin again, forcing eye contact while somehow remaining gentle. “Who. Did. It?” Every word is growled.

He’s pissed. Stiles may now hate Donovan, but he doesn’t want to see the guy dead. He fiddles with his fingers, not looking at either wolf. What Stiles wouldn’t give to not have a conscience right now.

His best friend laughs humorlessly, “It was Donati, wasn’t it?”

Stiles says nothing. Not that it matters. He feels it the moment his heart betrays him with a skip. And the wolves definitely heard it too.

“What are we doing?” Boyd asks, muscles flexing in his arms as he crosses them tighter.

“Find him,” Jackson growls.

All it takes is a nod of his head towards Jackson and Boyd dutifully walks out.

“I knew I should’ve snapped his neck when the whole thing started.” Jackson snorts, “and Erica said I was just being jealous.”

There’s so much to unpack in those two simple sentences.

“How did you possibly know?” Stiles opts for the least confusing of the wolf’s statements. “We were so careful.”

Jackson’s face is as deadpan as his tone, “It’s like you forget I’m a werewolf or something. As if I couldn’t hear the two of you if practice got out early. Even then, we can all smell him on you.”

Right.

That’s totally a thing Stiles thought about, he’s just still confused right now.

His best friend laughs at the face Stiles pulls. “Come on, let's get you to Derek’s where you’ll be safe until Boyd finds Donati. Get you something for that cut too.”

The care from the wolf and the gentle way Jackson wraps his arm around Stiles’ shoulder almost has him forgetting the other comment.

“Hang on,” Stiles shrugs his arm off, facing the wolf. He simply cannot get the thought of Jackson being jealous out of his head. Stiles can feel it niggling away at his brain.

He has to ask before his mind actually combusts.

“Why did Erica say you were jealous? Did you think he was going to steal your best friend away or something?” It’s the most logical reason he can think of.

“I–” Jackson looks away, his eyes trailing back slowly, uttering a soft, “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Then–” Stiles’ heart slams in his ribcage, he can’t breathe. Does Jackson like Donovan? Had Stiles been wrong about the wolf’s sexual preferences all along? He clears his throat, doing his best not to stutter, asking “Then why?”

“Are you really going to make me spell it out?” Jackson asks with no heat. Not even the usual sarcasm in his tone that they share can be found.

Stiles flails his arms. Because obviously yes, he’s missing something here.

“That would be nice, yes.”

Jackson chews his lip, contemplating his words. Stiles can see the war raging in his best friend’s mind behind beautiful blue eyes. The wolf growls.

“Screw it,” he says, cupping Stiles’ cheeks and slamming their mouths together.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit!

Holy shit!

He could’ve had Jackson! Stiles didn’t have to be lonely? His gorgeous best friend has feelings for him and Stiles had no idea the wolf even liked guys. He would’ve tried something. Flirted at the very least. Can you blame him? Even someone blind would know Jackson is stunning. And he actually cares about Stiles too.

Stiles was a little frozen from shock that he didn’t kiss back right away. A very soft, small whine rumbles in the back of the wolf’s throat and he goes to pull away. Stiles curls his fists in Jackson’s expensive shirt, keeping their mouths firmly pressed together. He never wants to hear that sound again.

“I didn’t know,” Stiles whispers.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Jackson strokes his cheek. “Just say the word and I’ll snap his neck. I promise.”

“No, Stiles mutters, brushing their noses together. “I just need you.”

Jackson smiles, “You’ve got me,” leaning in to kiss him again.

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wipbigbang · 10 months

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Rules of Engagement/Teen Wolf

#098

Title: A Tale of Two Timmies

Pairing/Characters: Russell Dunbar/Timmy Patel, Laura Hale, Simran Patel, Alan Deaton, Scott McCall

Rating Mature | M

Warnings/Tags: Graphic Violence, Major Character Death

abduction; unreality; memory alteration; toxic relationship; financial abuse; emotional abuse; gaslighting; arranged marriage; immigration authorities

Summary: Now that Timmy and Russell are married (to Timmy's eternal astonishment and dismay) it's time to move forward with extending his work permit. There's just one problem: he's been a citizen for a decade, which he already knew. As two versions of his reality collide, he needs the help of the Beacon Hills pack to set things right--and to locate the sister he forgot he had.

Teen Wolf

#137

Title: Currently workshopping several titles

Pairing/Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore

Rating Explicit | E

Warnings/Tags: Graphic Violence, Underage, Non-con/Rape

Tags: Underage, explicit non-consensual sex, torture, victim blaming, trans!Stiles, angst, serial molestation, unambiguous rape, penis in vagina sex, fingering, oral sex, anal fingering, anal sex, unhealthy coping mechanisms, canon divergence, warning: gerard argent, warning: adrian harris, asphyxiation, pregnancy scare, more to come

Summary: Stiles gets nonconned and Jackson gets badtouched and maybe they should bond about it

Summary: When Stiles gets kidnapped from the lacrosse game, Gerard and his hunter lackeys get more information than they bargained for and far more than Stiles was ever willing to share. When Jackson’s shift is finally what it was supposed to be in the first place, he learns that what he’s been running from doesn’t have any less power over him – the hard way. Both boys are self-isolating and traumatized and maybe have far more in common than either of them were ever willing to admit.

#138

Title: Hands Off, He’s Mine!

Pairing/Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Peter Hale

Rating Teen | T

Warnings/Tags: No Warnings apply

Alternate Universe, the Hales didn't leave Beacon Hills, Found Family, Permanent Injury - that one applies to Peter, Magical Sheriff Stilinski, Hurt Sheriff Stilinski - But He'll Get Better, Werewolf Hunters, Kidnapping, Magical Stiles Stilinski, College Student Stiles Stilinski, Angst with a Happy Ending, Future Fic

Summary: In a world in which Laura and Derek never left Beacon Hills after the fire, the three surviving Hales have found a new home with the Stilinskis. A decade later, things would be perfect, if only an incident hadn’t just taken away their primary means of protection. With the sheriff needing surgery, an unknown amount of hunters in town, and Peter having gone missing, Stiles’ college break proves to be much more daunting than expected. But he’ll do anything to keep his loved one(s) safe.

#144

Title: working title - mayor peter

Pairing/Characters: Peter Hale/Chris Argent, young OFC Abigail Argent, appearances by John Stilinski, Stiles Stilinksi, Eli Stilinski-Hale, Derek Hale, Talia Hale

Rating Teen | T

Warnings/Tags: No Warnings apply

Allison dies pre-story.

Summary: Peter Hale runs into Chris Argent and his granddaughter Abigail at the coffee shop after they move to Beacon Hills. They become friends with the possibility of more. Things become awkward when Peter realizes that Chris is Gerard Argent's son, because he and Sheriff John Stilinski have been trying to find enough evidence to put Gerard in jail for years. But that doesn't stop them from going on some dates. And it turns out that Chris has his own issues with Gerard; he thinks that Gerard had something to do with Allison's death and now Gerard has set his sights on Abigail. Chris is determined that Gerard won't get his hands on her, but knows that Gerard won't let the law get in the way of taking what he wants. Luckily Chris has Peter (and the entire Hale-Stilinski families) on his side.

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sapphireginger · 1 year

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Stiles shook his head. “No. I promised you forever no matter what. I mated you for life. Yeah, you fucked up and I’m angry but mostly I’m hurt, and I’m scared,” he said with a wavering voice. “You broke my heart, Jackson.”

Jackson quickly shucked his clothes and forwent the pajama pants, not wanting to be further away from Stiles right now. He decided boxers were satisfactory. He slowly eased himself onto the bed, keeping his distance now that the pillows were set up. “Then I will spend every minute picking up the pieces. I won’t rest until I’ve recovered them all and put your heart back together again. I love you and I’ll prove it,” he promised.

Stiles shuddered, full of emotion and nodded before laying down and curling up facing the middle.

Jackson got home later than usual and stumbled a little. He wasn’t drunk, just exhausted. He put his key in the lock and opened the door quickly going inside the house. He heaved a tired sigh as he closed and locked the door behind him.

It had been a rough, and stressful day at work, and he hadn’t had the time to text his husband that he would be home late. He made his way to the kitchen after kicking off his shoes by the door. He opened the fridge and smiled when he saw a plate of food. Ten minutes later he had a home cooked meal and a soda.

When he finished eating, he washed his dishes and headed towards the bedroom, but Jackson stopped when he heard a sniffle. He turned to see his daughter, Lily, curled up on the couch and made his way over to her.

“Hey Lily bear,” he said.

She looked up at him, her eyes red from crying. “H-Hi Papa,” she whispered.

Jackson knelt down to her level and brushed her curly blonde hair out of her face. “What’s wrong cub? Why are you crying?”

She sniffled and wiped her face. “Cebause daddy is sad,” she said.

Jackson tilted his head and glanced towards the master bedroom. “He is?”

"Uh huh," Lily whispered with a hiccupped sob.

Jackson looked back at his daughter and kissed her forehead. He hated when she was upset. The sooner he found out why she was upset, the sooner he could fix it. “Why is daddy sad?”

Lily looked down and pulled away from Jackson causing him to frown. "Lily?"

Without a word, Lily climbed off of the couch and started towards her own room, not sparing him a look or acknowledging him in any way.

Jackson frowned more and stood up. “Lilliana Beth,” he firmly said, his hands on his hips, trying to remain calm. “Do not walk away from me.”

She stopped and glanced back at Jackson with more tears forming in big blue eyes. “Why did you break Daddy’s heart?” she asked meekly before running to her room and closing the door.

Jackson sucked in a breath, feeling confused. How did he break Stiles's heart? He ran his fingers through his hair and then froze when he heard his daughter begin to sob. He gulped and felt his throat click with emotion. Jackson took a step in that direction but before he could take another step, their bedroom door opened, and Stiles wandered out, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t seem to notice Jackson standing there and instead went straight to their daughter’s room.

Normally, the sight of his husband in just pajama pants and no shirt would elicit a primal reaction from Jackson. Just looking at Stiles and knowing that the man was his, was enough to make Jackson swoon most days. However, he was rooted to the spot. He loved Stiles more than anything in the world aside from their daughter, but he just knew something wasn't right.

So, Jackson just stood there, trying not to listen in but damn his werewolf senses. Stiles went into their daughter’s bedroom, leaving the door ajar. Jackson silently made his way to where he could peek in.

“Hey, my little Lily bug,” Stiles whispered. “Can you tell daddy what’s wrong?"

Lily climbed onto Stiles's lap and nuzzled her nose against his throat as he wrapped his arms around her. With a sniffle, she laid her head on his shoulder. “Papa’s home,” she whispered.

Stiles stilled but didn't stop gently rubbing her back. “Were you waiting up for him?” he asked as he kissed her forehead.

She nodded. “Uh huh.”

“Why baby?”

“Cebause he broked your heart, Daddy,” she said with a hiccupped sob.

Jackson’s brow furrowed in confusion, but he said nothing, deciding to move closer to the door that Stiles had left open. He was silent, hoping that he could ascertain what had happened by listening to the conversation between his husband and daughter.

Stiles’s shoulders sagged. “He doesn’t know that though, baby. I thought we said you needed to let daddy handle it,” he said softly.

“Yeah, but we’re family, Daddy. I gotta purtect you like you purtect me,” she said as she sniffled and clung to her daddy.

Jackson couldn’t listen anymore. Not only had he done something to break his husband's heart but now his daughter thought Stiles needed to be protected from him. Why did she think that? From the day he got together with Stiles, they had never been anything other than completely and totally, one hundred percent in love. Sure, they were assholes, and snarky little shits but that was them and they never were anything other than themselves. It was the perfect fit for each of them. Being together made sense, and all their friends agreed.

There had never been any doubt as to how much they loved each other. It was even more obvious to everyone after Lily was born and the two men still never wavered in their love. None of their friends would say they weren't in love. So, Jackson was beyond concerned at hearing the conversation between his husband and daughter. How had he broken Stiles's heart and what did he do that made Lily think Stiles needed to be protected from him? Jackson would die before hurting his family.

His thoughts started to spiral. It was too much, and he slipped into their room, quickly grabbing pajamas. He didn’t even know if Stiles would want him in their bedroom. He also didn't know the whole story but what he had heard so far was enough to make him sick.

Jackson stood just staring blankly at the dresser and started to push his drawer back in, but he stopped when he heard one of his favorite sounds in the world. Stiles was singing.

♫♫♫

Distant moon, so big and bright Softest silver glowing through the night High atop, the mountain gold Sun unseen, the world is cold

Here I wait, and here I stand Early morning northern hour hand Studying, in solitude Looking for a hidden clue

I wish to see this world through my own eyes To calm the elders and silence their cries Because of you, I now gaze up and sing The lullaby of the moon

Found at last, I steal away Moving faster through the silent shade Sea of stars, like flowers bloom Looking for the hidden tomb

Here I found the crescent blade Forged by Rakkor, surely lunar made Shining down, upon the earth Now they'll see, I'll prove my worth

I wish to see this world through my own eyes To calm the elders and silence their cries Because of you, I now gaze up and sing The lullaby of the moon

Condemned me to death With my last breath Sorrow and anger Fill my head

Distant moon, so big and bright Softest silver glowing through the night High atop, the mountain gold Sun unseen, the world is cold

Now I know my chosen path Higher calling they will know my wrath Raise my relic blade I will not be swayed With the might of the moon by my side

♫♫♫

Jackson listened with a lump in his throat at the familiar lullaby accompanied by their daughter’s even breathing as she fell asleep. He loved when Stiles sang more than he loved almost anything else in the world. He then tensed realizing Stiles was leaving Lily’s room which meant…

“Jax?” he heard Stiles softly say.

Jackson turned to look at Stiles and had to swallow past the lump in his throat again. “Hey,” he whispered.

Stiles nodded and walked over to the bed, climbing back onto it and sitting cross legged. “How was work?” he asked quietly.

Jackson quickly closed the dresser drawer and glanced at the bed, uncertainty filling him. His pajamas were forgotten on the top of the dresser. “It was stressful,” he admitted. “More stressful than usual.”

Stiles noticed Jackson looking at their bed but said nothing about it. “I’m sorry it was stressful, Jackson,” he whispered.

Jackson looked over only to have Stiles look away from him. “Stiles? What did Lily mean?”

Stiles’s breath hitched and he cleared his throat. “She just overheard a phone call. That’s all. She was taking her bath and I stepped in the hallway to take the call. I didn't realize that she could hear me, but I couldn't just leave her unsupervised in a tub full of water.”

“What phone call could she possibly have overheard where she would get the impression that I had broken your heart?” Jackson snapped. He was frustrated with the unknown mistake he had made. If Stiles would just yell at him, hit him or tell him what he did wrong, then he could fix it. It wasn’t like Stiles not to say anything. He wanted to provoke a reaction of some kind from his husband so they could discuss it and work it out. Jackson refused to consider the possibility of irreparability.

Stiles tensed at his husband's tone and frowned. “Isaac called me,” he said. “He t-told me that you—” He cut off, cleared his throat and swallowed thickly.

“Told you what? What did Isaac tell you?” Jackson asked, his voice softer. He ached to reach out and comfort his husband.

“He told me about C-Connor and H-Holly,” he said, glancing at Jackson.

Jackson’s face went pale at the mention of them. They had been a source of discomfort for him for a couple of weeks now. They had made passes at him while at work despite the clear sign that he was taken. Jackson rubbed his thumb back and forth over his wedding band in frustration. He had turned them down every time, but something obviously happened, and Stiles was way too calm, though Jackson could see the tension in his husband's body. He was so confused. “My interns?”

Stiles snorted but there was no real humor in it and Jackson watched a tear slip down Stiles’s cheek. “Yeah. Interns. Right,” he said sarcastically.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Stiles reached for his phone and tossed it at Jackson. “Look for yourself. Isaac sent them to me,” he stated. His amber eyes flicked to the window, the stars a welcome distraction.

Jackson took the phone and opened up Stiles’s conversation with Isaac. His eyes widened at the pictures showing him with Connor in his lap and Holly behind him, her chest on full display. He felt sick as he scrolled through the dozen or so pictures. He didn’t think it had actually happened and yet here it was right in front of him.

Then there were pictures of just him and Connor that were more than suggestive if his blatantly obvious erection in the picture had anything to say about it. Jackson felt his chest begin to tighten and then he began to panic as his heart started to beat faster. He couldn't hear past the blood that was pounding in his ears. He was going to lose Stiles. He was going to lose his daughter, all because he got drunk and let go with his two interns of all people.

Stiles was silent and Jackson hated that. He finally met Stiles’s gaze, guilt churning in his gut. When he saw the look on his husband's face, his heart shattered. He had never before been the cause of his husband's insecurity and heartbreak, but now he was. It was as plain as the tears falling down Stiles's cheeks. As if that wasn't bad enough, Stiles's next words, broke him. “Was I not enough?” Stiles whispered. “Did I do something wrong?” he cried. “Do you not want this anymore?" His last question was barely audible. "Do you not want me anymore?”

Jackson dropped the phone and made an aborted move to comfort his husband. “My Moon, that’s not—” he started but Stiles cut him off.

“Do not touch me!” Stiles hissed, flinching away from Jackson.

Jackson stopped in his tracks and lowered his arms to his sides. “Honey, I didn’t—”

“Didn’t mean to?” Stiles said with a humorless and bitter laugh full of pain. “Those pictures show just how much you loved it. Unless you’re trying to tell me that your fucking cock is not hard in those pictures!” he baited in a venomous tone.

Jackson vigorously shook his head, his own eyes full of unshed tears. “I truly didn’t mean to. It was a stressful day at work. So much more stressful than it’s ever been before. We did finally complete a project for a new client that had been the cause of much stress for all of us. So, when they asked me to go out for drinks, I said yes,” he implored. “It was me, Isaac, Connor, and Holly. We were the team that was assigned to the new client. I got drunk and before I knew it, they had their hands on me.” He cleared his throat. “Holly holds no interest for me and Connor—” He stopped himself an odd ache pulsing in his stomach, the pain making him wince. He had always reacted a visceral nausea when he felt guilty. He hoped he wouldn't throw up before he could finish their conversation.

Stiles’s fingers gripped the sheets of their bed so hard that that his knuckles turned white. “You’re attracted to him.” It wasn’t a question.

Jackson swallowed thickly and wished he’d just come home to his husband who he loved so fucking much it hurt. But no, he just had to go for drinks. He knew better, was better, than this. Why did he have to fuck up so badly. He may have just lost everything.

Stiles breathed out. “Do you want to be with him?” he asked, his voice trembling.

Jackson’s eyes widened and he vigorously shook his head. “No. Never. I don’t want anyone but you. Please believe me, Stiles,” he pleaded.

Stiles curled into himself. “Then why didn’t you come home to me,” he whispered.

“Because I’m a fucking idiot who decided to drink and destress instead of coming home to my husband. Because I chose alcohol over a home cooked meal, our daughter and movie night with you. Because I’m stupid and I hate that I hurt you! I'm just so-Fuck fuckity mother fuck!” He choked on a sob and looked away to regain his composure.

Stiles sniffled and wiped his face, letting out a shaky breath. “I can see why you’re attracted to him,” he mumbled. “He’s good looking." Stiles laughed bitterly. "He's better looking than me.”

Jackson frowned and moved to stand at the end of their bed. “No, he’s not. Stiles, honey, no. He doesn’t have eyes that are liquid gold. He doesn't have eyes that are like holding a drop of the sun. He doesn’t have lips that are like the petals of a cherry blossom in the shape of a Cupid’s bow. He doesn’t have a constellation across his cheeks. He doesn’t have skin that bears my bite, my mark. He doesn’t have a mark that shows he gave me a child, but do you know who has those things? You, Kochanie. You have those things. I love you so fucking much, and I will do anything to fix this.” He moved to the side of the bed a few inches from Stiles's hand that was still fisting the sheets and dropped to his knees. With a hitch in his breath, he looked up at his husband.

Stiles shuddered, his breathing erratic and pulled the covers around him, seeking comfort that he would normally get from his husband. “I-I just need…” he trailed off.

Jackson waited patiently, his eyes never leaving Stiles. He needed to know what Stiles needed him to do. Jackson would do whatever Stiles asked of him. The thought of losing his husband was too much to bear.

“I need to know that you’ll be here when I wake up." Stiles said. "I need to know that you want me and that you want our daughter. I need to know that…” he trailed off once more, emotion making his voice crack.

Jackson took the opening and said, “I won’t go anywhere. I can sleep on the couch. I’ll take Lily to school. I won’t go to work for a couple days and I'll finally use some of that vacation time I never take advantage of. I’ll issue a termination for the interns." He pulled his phone out and immediately began composing an email. All that mattered to Jackson was fixing things with his husband. He should have done so ages ago when the two interns first started making passes, but he hadn't, and he would never forgive himself if he lost Stiles because of it.

After composing the email, Jackson showed it to Stiles whose amber eyes scanned the screen as he read. Stiles's eyes flicked to Jackson blue ones and then back to the screen. He nodded and whispered. "Thank you."

Jackson let out a heavy sigh of relief, though he knew that was only one crisis averted. He pressed send and set his phone aside after silencing. All of his focus was now on his husband. "I’ll do whatever it takes,” Jackson promised.

Stiles looked at the love of his life and wiped his face. “As for your list of what you'll do, yes to all of them save for one,” he said.

Jackson tilted his head. “All but one? Which one?”

Stiles wrapped his arms around himself. “I don’t want you to touch me, but I want you to sleep here. I haven’t slept in a bed without you in a very long time. So that’s the only thing that I don’t want out of what you said you will do,” he whispered.

Jackson's heart clenched at the vulnerability in his husband's voice. “Then that is what I will do. We can put a line of pillows between us. If I get too close, will you please tell me?”

Stiles looked at their pillows and then at Jackson before nodding slowly. “Okay.”

Jackson felt the ache in chest and heart lighten. “I’ll grab some more pillows from the guest room.” He quickly got some pillows and brought them back. He closed the door and started arranging the pillows but then paused. “When did you get the pictures?”

Stiles tensed and then breathed out. “Around 5:00 pm. Why?”

“Yet you still put a plate of food in the fridge for me after you knew?” Jackson inquired.

Stiles blinked several times and looked up at Jackson from under his eyelashes in a way that always made Jackson’s breath catch but he knew the action didn't mean now what it usually meant. “Yes. You’re my husband and you need to eat. I’m not a crazy person who’s going to kick you out or destroy your things.”

“You would be justified in doing so,” Jackson stated.

Stiles shuddered, full of emotion and nodded before laying down and curling up facing the middle.

Jackson flicked off the lamp and did the same. He watched as Stiles’s eyes fluttered closed and saw the moon glint on Stiles’s wedding ring. His husband didn’t hate him, but he also didn’t like him right now and as much as that broke Jackson, he was just so damn grateful that he still had a chance to fix it.

#teen wolf #stackson #stiles x jackson #jackson x stiles #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #alternate universe - corporate #werewolf jackson whittemore #human stiles stilinski #lilliana beth stilinski-whittemore (oc)#misunderstandings #mistakes #implied mpreg #past mpreg #married stackson #married stiles stilinski/jackson whittemore #parents stiles stilinski/jackson whittemore #perceived cheating/infidelity #ceo jackson whittemore

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xxstacksonqueen · 1 year

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I need a stackson fic where stiles wants Derek, but he'll just have jackson too 😊🤔😍

#stackson #sterek #teen wolf #wtf is going on #like wow #sterek love #stiles stilinski #jackson x stiles #jackson whittemore #stiles x jackson

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otg2012 · 2 years

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Stackson Week 2022 > Day 6

@stacksonweek 2022

Day 6 - Established Relationship > Marriage + Parenthood

Notes: This is the last arc I’ve been posting of my series “All I Saw Was You”. You can read it as a standalone although I’d rec to read the whole thing.

- Part 171: "Jackson Is Not Your Regular Werewolf"

Summary: Something unexpected happens.

- Part 172: “Blood, Pain, and Regrets”

Summary: Stiles gets to the animal clinic where Jackson was brought.

- Part 173: "A Disorder in a Not-So-Human Body"

Summary: Melissa talks to Stiles and Scott about what happened to Jackson.

- Part 174: “Second Nature”

Summary: Stiles talks to his husband after the surgery.

#stacksonweek2022 #stackson #stiles x jackson #jackson x stiles #all I saw was you #teen wolf

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no-name-for-me · 10 months

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Soo... I was looking for Jackson/Stiles fics, and I just thought what about Stiles with Jackson's dad. I mean Jackson is a jerk, so maybe he cheats on Stiles, and as revenge Stiles sleeps with Jackson's dad, would be wonderful if Mr. Whittemore and Stiles catch feelings for each other and Stiles ends up being Jackson's stepfather. Just a tought.

#prompt?#Stiles x David Whittemore #writing prompt #jackson x stiles #Jackson's dad #teen wolf

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stvrlitsky · 6 months

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Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333

#daddies fr #aaron hotchner x reader #spencer reid x reader #stefan salvatore x reader #klaus mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #kaz brekker x reader #jj maybank x reader #five hargreaves x reader #percy jackson x reader #tasm!peter x reader #remus lupin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #aaron warner x reader #finnick odair x reader #female reader #y/n #x reader

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sarcasm-and-stiles · 4 months

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“Not all men”

You’re right, Percy Jackson would never treat me like that.

#fanfiction #x reader #sarcasm and stiles #percy jackson #pjo #x yn #hoo #percy jackson x gn! reader #percy jackson x y/n #book percy jackson #percy pjo #percy jackson x reader #Percy Jackson and the olympians #Pjo series #Pjo show #Percy Jackson show

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whiteoakoak · 2 months

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He's so Red flag and i love Red...

#rafe cameron x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #anakin skywalker #tom riddle #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #void stiles #aemond targaryen #luke castellan x reader #tate langdon

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sourwolf-nmbr1fan · 9 months

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lol writing a stackson fic rn. will def include stiles getting railed on the hood of jacksons porsche bc if no one else will write it i guess ill have to do it myself.

be the change you want to see in the world people.

#stackson #stiles x jackson #jackson x stiles

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Pairing: Stackson

Warnings: N/A

Words: 2709

Prompt: Person A keeps waking up in Person B's bed. Its only a matter of time before "drunken mistake" is a believable excuse. By @inell

Ao3 link

Um, This Isn't Your Bed

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Your best friend being your roommate in college should be pretty awesome, right? What about if you have a crush on said roommate? Should be fantasy level stuff. The kind of thing you’d read about in your favorite steamy novel late at night. Not so much when you consider yourself an average dude and your best friend is a very, very hot dude. Now add in that said best friend is also an Alpha werewolf, so he more than likely can smell every single feeling you have towards him.

Still sound like a fantasy?

It’s fucking difficult! Stiles is thankful that he is not only on suppressants- Omega equality means co-ed dorms, he kind of needs them- but that he learned a long ass time ago how to steady his heart rate while lying his ass off. He’d never be able to survive rooming with Jackson if he hadn’t. He can’t do anything about his chemosignals unfortunately. Believe him, the spark has tried. It doesn’t fucking work.

So he suffers in silence whenever he comes back from a long day and the jock put a sock on the door. Lying through his teeth later on or the next morning when Jackson asks him if it’s okay and saying that it totally is with a forced smile. The Alpha isn’t an idiot by any means. He simply can’t not know how Stiles feels about him. No matter what the Omega’s words say otherwise. At least the wolf doesn’t say anything about it. Stiles can’t deal with that conversation.

He can’t lose Jackson because he can’t get over some stupid crush he has. But it’s not just a crush, is it? No, Stiles wants to be mated with him. There hasn’t been a single Alpha- his father and Lydia aside- that has made him feel as safe as the wolf does. But how the fuck is he supposed to walk up to Jackson and just say ‘hey, I know we’re best friends, do you wanna be my mate?’ He’s not that stupid.

For what it’s worth, the sock has stopped finding its place on the doorknob. For a few weeks now, actually. Lydia doesn’t have any information whenever the Omega gets the courage to ask her if she’s talked to the other Alpha. Stiles doesn’t think that he can just outright ask Jackson why he’s stopped sleeping with people. Who asks something like that? Weirdos. And Stiles is doing his absolute best at not being weird about this.

Except that he totally is.

“You know what wouldn’t be weird,” Lydia muses over the phone on their weekly check in call. “Telling Jackson how you feel. You guys have been friends for years,” she says like Stiles needed a reminder. “The worst thing that could happen is he turns you down. Jackson wouldn’t just drop you, Stiles. You know that.”

“Yeah, but Lyds,” the Omega sighs, rolling flat on his back in bed, thrumming his fingers on his chest. “I don’t know. I just don’t think it’d be that good of an idea.” Loud voices echo the halls outside his empty room. “I’ll think about it,” Stiles remarks, knowing that the banshee won’t simply drop it if he keeps arguing.

“Think faster,” Lydia retorts and then his door bursts open with a very clearly drunk Alpha. “Better yet,” he can hear her grin and the Omega really doesn’t like it, “why don’t you just tell Jackson now?”

“Tell Jackson what?” The wolf slurs, laughing to himself at his struggle to shut the bedroom door. Good to know that even drunk his super hearing still works just fine. Motor skills and comprehensive thinking, not so much. Jackson nearly falls trying to pull one of his shoes off, it’s actually kind of cute.

“That Stiles-”

“Love you, Lyds, bye!” Stiles yells over her and hangs up before the other Alpha could hear what she’s saying.

Not that it matters. Jackson clumsily kicks his other shoe off and flops right on Stiles’ bed, propping himself on his elbow, “that Stiles what?”

Um. That he, uh…shit. Come on, Stiles think! Those glazed, icy blue eyes are staring at you waiting for an answer. “That I got an A on my Latin term paper,” Stiles says very carefully and slowly. Which is actually the truth, that is very much a thing that happened to the Omega today. But it’s not exactly the truth to the wolf’s question. Hopefully he’s too drunk to notice.

“Fuck yeah, dude,” the Alpha playfully- and very drunkenly- punches him in the shoulder. “I told you you would,” Jackson’s words muddled like his tongue is a touch too big.

“Yeah,” Stiles draws out the word quietly, watching the wolf lay down against his pillow and promptly fall asleep. “Um.” The human looks at the Alpha laying in his bed utterly confused. He turns to see the wolf’s bed, like if he looked at the empty mattress, it’d give him some explanation as to why this is happening. Pinching himself for good measure, Stiles stares at the sleeping Alpha and a yawn of his own rips through him.

Should he go sleep in Jackson’s bed? Surely if the wolf wakes up beside him, he’ll flip. They haven’t shared a bed together since they were ten. But then that raises the issue that the Alpha could also flip about having the scent of an Omega on his sheets. Or, well, an Omega’s scent that he didn’t purposefully put there. Not that Jackson seems to give two shits about putting the scent of an unmated Alpha on his fucking sheets.

Stiles is really fucking tired too.

“Please don’t claw my face off in the morning,” Stiles groans softly, reaching over to turn the desk lamp off, cloaking them in darkness which only makes the heat coming off the wolf all the more noticeable. Shit. He’s just going to lay completely still for once in his life and fall asleep on his back too.

Yeah. That’s totally a thing the Omega is capable of.

When he wakes up, Stiles is ready to jolt when the memory of the night before slaps him in the face. Except that he can’t. Because not only is Jackson still in his bed, the wolf has curled around him in his sleep. The human is pulled tightly against the Alpha’s chest, arms holding him close while his nose is tucked in the nape of Stiles’ neck.

Then the worst possible thing happens. The Omega’s alarm goes off. His arm flies out from under Jackson’s to swipe it away as quickly as possible. But the damage has already been done. The Alpha behind him stirs, tightening his arms for a moment before dragging them off of him. Slowly. Rubbing along every inch of Stiles’ sides along the way.

“What time is it?” Jackson gruffs, seeming to not care about his sleeping arrangements.

Meanwhile Stiles’ heart is having a field day in his ribcage. “Uh, s-seven-thirty,” the Omega tells him.

“Shit!” The Alpha jumps up out of bed, and Stiles freaks that where the wolf is laying has caught up with him. “My mid-term starts in a half hour across fucking campus. Fuck,” he growls, clutching his head as he haphazardly grabs clean clothes and his toiletries bag from his dresser. And then he’s dashing out the door without another word.

Stiles stepped into the twilight zone, right? That’s what’s happening here? It’s the only plausible explanation the Omega can come up with to be perfectly honest. He doesn’t really have much time to contemplate any of it really, his own test starting soon as well. He was at least smart enough to set an alarm that gave him an hour to study one final time before having to get ready. So he does just that, cracking open his anatomy textbook for a quick refresher.

Two times! Two more fucking times has Jackson slept in his bed in less than that many weeks! That’s three times total. You bet your ass Stiles is counting. The Omega could never forget it. Each and every time, Jackson has claimed to be drunk when he does it. That he hadn’t realized what he was doing. That the wolf didn't think anything of it when he woke up because they’re best friends and he trusts Stiles.

Because that didn’t punch him in the gut.

It’s amazing that Jackson trusts him not to be a dick about it. But honestly, the whole ‘it’s cause we’re best friends’ bit fucking sucks. The excuse of being drunk also fucking sucks. Because there’s something really nagging at the Omega’s brain. He’s caught Jackson in his bed twice, right? Two times that he’s aware of. But Stiles has washed his bed spread profusely since then. He’s talking washing them at least three times the morning it happens because he cannot fucking handle smelling the wolf when he sleeps.

Not when it’s something he fucking craves and can’t have for real. Being able to smell Jackson in the room is already a lot to handle. But he gets by because it’s not right in his fucking nose. Yet he swears that there are some nights that he’ll roll over into his pillow and get a strong whiff of the Alpha. Not detergent or himself; Jackson.

What the fuck?

Stiles honestly thinks he’s going crazy. Because he’ll open his eyes and the wolf will be on the other side of the room sleeping soundly. Making the Omega wonder if his senses are on the fritz or some shit. And of course when he explains himself to Lydia, she just laughs at him and tells him to get his head out of his ass and see what’s really happening.

Very unhelpful.

But then it happens again. And this time, it’s a lot different.

It’s the weekend, so there’s no alarm to worry about waking him up, but Stiles’ circadian rhythm doesn’t seem to care about that today. Waking up, the sun is only just starting to make its appearance over the trees judging by how much light is seeping through the cracks in their blinds. And yet again, there’s arms wrapped around his torso and his legs are tangled with another’s. And Jackson just doesn’t care.

“Sorry,” the Alpha mumbles, languidly removing himself from the human and getting up to plug his phone in by his own bed. “I guess I drank too much again last night,” Jackson quips, not making eye contact.

Stiles sits up in bed, narrowing his eyes at the wolf. Enough is enough. “No,” the Omega says in a high pitched tone of disbelief, “no, I don’t think that’s what happened. I’ve smelled you when you’re drunk,” he states, even the morning after, alcohol has a distinct scent, “you weren’t drunk last night. In fact, I don’t think you drank at all.”

Jackson freezes, half dangling his phone over his bed. “Well,” the wolf tosses his phone, turning to face him, “you’re wrong.” The Alpha shrugs, “Danny and I went out to a club last night.”

That also didn’t happen. Because when Stiles had stopped by the all night cafe on campus around ten or so, the Alpha in question was there typing away on his laptop. Get your head out of your ass and see what’s happening. Sure thing, Lydia. But what the fuck is happening?

“Jackson,” Stiles looks at the Alpha fiddling with something on their desk, once again avoiding eye contact. “Jackson,” he repeats, a little more assertively, making the wolf jump slightly and hum in response. “Why does my bed smell like you even after I wash it?”

“An Alpha’s scent is really strong. I don’t know,” the wolf scrunches his face, making himself even less believable. “Get better detergent or something.”

“Jacks,” the Omega nearly whispers, afraid to get his hopes up. But the wolf is acting like he does when he doesn’t want to admit something. Jackson is nervous. What Stiles wouldn’t give to be able to smell chemosignals too. “Why do you keep sleeping in my bed? And don’t say it’s because you were drunk. Tell me the truth.”

“I like…” the wolf starts off strong, but mumbles the rest to the point Stiles can’t understand what he says.

Wetting his lips, Stiles squints at the Alpha, “one more time?”

“I like the way you smell,” Jackson blurts out. “It’s really fucking nice. A-and your heartbeat calms my wolf a lot. Like, I swear it’s purring or some shit when I’m with you, because it likes you as much as I do. We- I want you to smell like me. I- I want the smell to be us, not you and me and- what?” The Alpha asks, finally noticing the stupid grin on Stiles’ face pretty much as soon as he started speaking.

It’s kind of cute watching someone like Jackson ramble the way that the Omega does. It just shows Stiles that the wolf is telling the truth. That he likes him. Holy shit. Jackson likes him. Jackson’s wolf likes him.

“Shit,” the Alpha curses under his breath when Stiles didn’t respond. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Fucking Lydia,” Jackson huffs. “I’m sorry,” he scratches the back of his head, “just- just forget I said anything. It doesn’t matter. I’m gonna go for a run and-”

“Wait,” Stiles grabs the Alpha’s wrist, preventing him from running away. Jesus, he’s supposed to be the one spilling his guts and then running in fear of rejection. Not Jackson. “Sorry,” the Omega chuckles, “it was just cute watching you act like me for a second there.” Blue eyes meet his gaze, a little guarded. “Do you have any idea how much I enjoyed waking up next to you? Actually next to you, not across the room.” The wolf shrugs. “A lot.”

“You don’t have to say this for my benefit,” Jackson says.

“Your benefit?” Stiles’ eyebrows pinch together. Good god, he never thought he’d have to be the one to offer reassurance. “You think I’m lying?” Jackson levels him with a half glare. “Oh my g-” the Omega doesn’t bother finishing, rather throws sanity out the window and yanks the Alpha to him. Pressing their chests flush and slamming their mouths together.

The reaction is instant. Jackson’s arms wrap around his back, palms splayed to keep the Omega close. Growling softly, the wolf slides his tongue along Stiles’ bottom lip, rumbling more when permission is granted. But, just, hang on.

“What’d Lydia do?” Stiles pulls back breathlessly, keeping his hands on the Alpha’s chest.

“She knows how I feel about you,” Jackson tells him, resting his forehead against the Omega’s. “She thought it would be a good idea to tell you how I felt. But I didn’t really know how, so I figured since the first time I actually fell asleep in your bed because I was drunk and you didn’t yell at me, that I’d keep trying that. Seeing how long you’d put up with it. If you’d say anything. If you’d do anything.”

“Do anything?” Stiles laughs, pulling back to look at him properly.

“Snuggle me in your sleep or something, I don’t know.”

“I believed you the other times you said you were drunk,” Stiles sputters, “as much as I would’ve loved to cuddle up to you, I was worried about getting my face torn off for doing it.”

Jackson kisses him again and the Omega’s brain forgets its functions for a moment. “I’d never hurt you,” the wolf says matter of factly, “ever. I have been entertaining the idea of you being my mate ever since I realized my wolf was ready for one.”

“You want to mate with me?” Stiles asks, shocked. Liking someone and wanting to be someone’s mate are two wildly different things.

“No, I just make sure you smell like me all the time so another Alpha can claim you,” Jackson’s face drips as much sarcasm as his words. Stiles laughs, shaking his head at the wolf. “So, whenever you’re ready, if you would even want me as your Alpha, I’d be more than happy to be mated with you, Stiles.”

“I’d like that a lot,” Stiles agrees, leaning in to rest their foreheads together again.

#teen wolf #stackson #stiles stilinski #jackson whitemore #jackson x stiles #stiles x jackson #Match Writes

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xgoddessoffandomsx · 6 months

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Stiles: Come on guys I wasn't that drunk last night

Danny: You flirted with Derek

Stiles: So what? He's my fiancé

Scott: You asked him if he was single

Stiles:...

Jackson: You cried when he said he was engaged

#incorrect teen wolf quotes #incorrect sterek quotes #stiles stilinski #derek hale #danny mahealani #scott mccall #jackson whittemore #sterek #derek x stiles #stiles x derek

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sapphireginger · 2 years

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Jackson and Stiles get paired up for a project in their literature class. Jackson wants to study at his house and when it gets late, he has a really hard time when Stiles has to head home. Jackson is not a fan of being alone in an empty house.

@stacksonweek

Day #3: Fake Dating/Project Partners

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf #fluff #stiles x jackson #jackson x stiles #jackson whittemore #stacksonweek2022 #stacksonweek #stackson #ice skating #fake dating #project partners #pizza #flirting

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xxstacksonqueen · 1 year

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Who can recommend a good stackson fic? 😍 trying to see if someone can recommend something I haven't read

#jackson x stiles

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otg2012 · 1 year

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“All I Saw Was You" Timeline

Summary:

My Stiles/Jackson series called "All I Saw Was You" starts 14 years after the end of season 2 which is what I call the "present". At the same time, you also find out what happened in the "past" and what happens in the "future". This timeline establishes an order of the chapters throughout the years but personally, I recommend to read it in the order in which is posted on AO3.

* This timeline will be updated when I post more parts.

* I’m posting it here to link it on the description of my series and delete it from AO3, so it needs to edited another day after deleting 3 chapters like this one that were not “stories”. I can’t risk losing my account or having it frozen again for something like this.

* I love to know what people think of the story, the OCs, the voices, etc... so feedback is very welcome and always cheers me up. I reply as soon as I can.

Notes:

I never expected to write this timeline and that's why I had not done it in six years—Because I still think that it's better to read the story as it's been posted, but Aceadams asked me last month if I had done one and I remembered that Wam6996 had also asked me about it a lot of time ago... so I started to think about it as a way to establish a sort of layout of the story in a more visual way (not as a reading order although people are free to read it as they wish/prefer), and finally, I was like "okay, why not?" So, I decided to write it down.

This has taken some time to finish, so it'd be nice to know if it's useful for anybody... because I also thought that, apart from those two people, maybe nobody would care about it.

Let me know if you have any doubt.

This post will be updated when I post more parts.

P105. Humans, Werewolves and the Beginning of Everything

P114. Tell Me I'm Strong Enough

P115. You're still you… Mr. I’m fucking "perfect"

P116. Thank you, Dr. Whittemore

P119. Broken Promises Will Come Back to Haunt You [+ Q & A]

P52. Chocolate Muffins, Nightmares and Some Xbox

P154. A Werewolf's Charade Is a Human's Unlikely Opportunity (Part 1)

P155. A Werewolf's Charade Is a Human's Unlikely Opportunity (Part 2)

P26. It's in the Way You Look

P121. Fantasy. Reality. Fucking Figure it Out

P100. Why Did You Kiss Me? — * 4th anniversary post

P36. Three Things You Love, Three things You Hate

P45. Jackson Never Says "I Love You"

P29. A New Kind of Secret

P11. Not Lydia 2.0

P57. Who Knew You Wouldn't Be Nobody Anymore

P102. How many "Stiles" do you know?

P107. The Right Amount of PDA

P112. No More Secrets

P16. My Asshole Boyfriend

P50. If Anybody Is Breaking Something Here, That's Gonna Be Me

P90. I Could Kiss You on the Mouth Right Now

P124. It's You and Me, and the Distance in Between — * 5th anniversary post

P108. A Christmas Miracle: Santa, Blue and Broken Rules

P147. Your True You

P148. Zero Kissing Involved

P150. About the Guy with Jackson's Freaking Heart

P151. About the Relationship Kane Can’t Get in the Middle of

P152. Four Things Jackson Hates and One Thing He Loves

P153. The Start of a Stiles and Jackson Fan Club

P156. Dealing with the Kanes of the World

P18. Derek Is Not Your Boyfriend

P39. The Kind of Christmas Gift You Can't Return

P110. I Want "You"

P111. Stiles Is All Kindness (aka Not Bad)

P14. No More BB-8

P3. No Other Option

P35. Part of You and Part of Me

P40. More Than a Cuddle

P41. True Love Lasts Forever

P42. My Path Is Bound With Yours

P43. Unconditionally

P72. Not Your Typical Family Dinner

P46. Not Weird, Special

P47. Part Whittemore, Part Stilinski. Can You Imagine That?

P48. The Ultimate Proof of Love

P62. Say Goodbye to Yesterday

P63. Stiles Is the Exception Except When He Isn't

P64. The End of the World as You Know It

P65. Our Story Is Just Getting Started — * 3rd anniversary post.

P51. 911. What's Your Emergency?

P59. He's Coming Back to You

P67. Do You Believe in Fate?

P78. Close Your Eyes and Count to Ten

P1. All I Saw Was You

P2. On the Wire

P4. Beautifully Unfinished

P5. My Blue Skies and Grey

P6. That Little Consequence of Being Mates

P7. Broken Frame

P8. Into the Wild

P9. Out of the Darkness

P10. So Close But Yet So Far — * 1st anniversary post

P12. 50 %

P13. Blue Eyes, Perfect Cheeks

P15. Without the Shadow of a DoubT

P16. My Asshole Boyfriend

P17. Bound Together

P19. A Second Chance... Maybe

P21. I Know What You Like

P22. Revelations, Memories, and Coke Zero

P23. I Want To Kiss You. Right Now

P25. Put Your Arms Around Me

P26. It's in the Way You Look

P28. Not Just a Bite

P30. I Can't Make Any Promises — * 2nd anniversary post

P34. The Big Spoon

P44. Moving on

P49. I Don't Want to Lose You

P58. Love Came in Between

P66. This Is Me Now

P71. How Do You See Me?

P73. Don't Let Your Past Hunt You Down

P106. Call Me by My Name

P74. This Time, It's Jackson's Turn

P94. Don't Forget There's No Logic in a Partially Human Supernatural Creature

P95. I Want You Back

P96. I'll Make All Your Fantasies Come True

P68. A Matter of Trust

P69. Exactly What I Need

P70. Son of Superman

P75. A kiss Is Just a Kiss

P76. As the Light Breaks Through

P79. Little Monsters

P80. Too Young for This Shit

P81. Reasons to Hide Your Tears

P54. I'd Rather Get Shot by a Wolfsbane Bullet

P55. But You Are Married to an Asshole

P56. Consider It Temporary Insanity

P60. From One to Ten, He's a Twenty

P61. Killing Is Always the Last Resort

P20. Guard and Protect

P37. Nobody Said That Werewolves Couldn't Shoot Arrows

P38. Nobody Said You Can't Be Shirtless to Have a Conversation

P133. Ten Years Too Late

P134. Emotionally Compromised

P103. Never Let Anybody Make You Feel Like You Are Any Less Than What You Are

P139. Lying Runs in the Family

P140. Forever Young

P141. Only 50 % Human

P142. Everything Is Connected

P82. Run Kyle Run

P83. You're Married to a Dude?

P84. That's His Thing

P85. Maybe It Was Meant to Be

P86. An Atypical Client

P87. All Alone in the Danger Zone

P88. Rules Are Made to Be Broken

P89. Your Trust Means Everything

P91. Are You Ready to Take My Hand?

P92. Too Many Horror Movies

P93. Maybe Fate Is Actually a Thing

P97. Who Makes All the Rules?

P98. That’s Not Who We Are

P99. Is There Anything Your Father Can’t Do? (aka Right in the Middle)

P101. Under the Radar

P122. Lifeboat

P104. A Portrait of Self-control

P109. If It's Easy Then It Can't Be Love (aka No Way in Hell)

P113. What I'll Whisper in Your Ear

P117. Fate Had a Different Plan Than the One in Your Head

P33. The One

P24. Only Half Wolf

P120. An Alpha, His Husband and a Future that Remains Unclear

P123. With You, Everything Is Crystal Clear

P125. Set Your Fears Free. Find Your Truth

P126. Variety Is the Spice of Life

P127. Practice Until You Can't Get It Wrong

P128. Defying Laws of Gravity

P129. Romantic Ideas Not to Keep

P130. Empty Space

P131. Whittemore, Hale & Associates

P132. Hale, Whittemore & Associates

P135. Throw All the Darkness into Gold

P136. The Adoption Thing

P137. Life Happened to You

P144. Pancakes, Orange Juice, Plus Some Breakfast News

P145. Taboo Topic and All That — * 6th anniversary post.

P146. I Love You Both

P164. You’re Only Half Stilinski

P159. Too Explicit for Television (a.k.a. Call Me What You Want)

P160. It's Right to Assume

P161. Unreal

P162. No One Like You

P163. You Don't Need to Know Everything

P177. So, This Is a Date?

P178. He's Gonna Be a Star.

P157. Yesterday No-one, Today You're a Star

P158. I'm at the Top of the Pyramid

P165. Full Moon Calling (Part 1)

P166. Full Moon Calling (Part 2)

P167. A God in His Bed

P168. Not Running Out

P169. Not the Kind of Secret You'd Expect From Your Celebrity Boyfriend

P170. That Time You Got That First Gig You Never Knew You Wanted at an Interspecies Affair

P171. Jackson Is Not Your Regular Werewolf

P172. Blood, Pain and Regrets

P173. A Disorder in a Not-So-Human Body

P174. Second Nature

P175. Destiny Is Not Bullshit No Matter Who Believes in It

P176. Two Brothers. Different Paths.

P32. Alive: An "All I Saw Was You" Fanmix

P118. End of the Earth: An "All I Saw Was You" Fanmix

P27. An "All I Saw Was You" Companion

P53. Poll I (Deleted from AO3)

P77. Poll II (Deleted from AO3)

P119. Q & A [+ Broken Promises Will Come Back to Haunt You]

P138. After the Crash

P143. An "All I Saw Was You" Visual Guide (Up to part 142)

P149. The "All I Saw Was You" Timeline (Deleted from AO3)

Notes:

In case you don't know, I have other stackson stories that you might find interesting if you like this series:

* What If It's you? (Human AU / Crossover with "Spooks | MI-5" ) * Throw Your Weight On Me (Alpha/Omega AU) * No Infinity (Human AU in space) * Hollywood (Human AU in 1950) * The Chemicals Between Us (Human AU)

#all I saw was you #stackson #jackson x stiles #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles x jackson

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