#aiden msm

[palatteflags]

Aiden from Minecraft:Story Mode based Demiromantic and Fictosexual moodboard~ ^^ For an anon!! Hope you like this!

Want one? Send an ask! -mod Jay

[yourfavoriteworksatmcdonalds]

can you make aiden from minecraft story mode work at mcdonald's

aiden from MINECRAFT STORY MODE works at mcdonalds!

[bejeousdoodle]

HAIIII IF YOURE STILL DOING DOODLE REQUESTS COULD YOU MAYHAPS DRAW.......AIDEN 😓😁🙏

No worries! Here you go, the grump-rump punk none other than Aiden himself :D

This’s my first time drawing Aiden and I hope you like it :} (and this is also my first doodle request actually and this was also fun to draw him, so don’t worry, you’re completely fine 👍)

(Also, sorry for the late response, i didn’t notice until today 😅)

**bonus doodle with Lukas cuz why not?**

[bluefoxproductions]

INKtober 2017 Day 21 Furious I REALLY don’t like Aiden do I? XD

[manspirations]

Electric - by @manspirations

Summary: This was the year Stiles would finally cheer the hell up and do it. Three days from now, he'd transform Scott's overly-enthusiastic "buddy" into a softer passionate "baby." If he needed to hold and kiss Jackson Whittemore to do it, well...those were willing sacrifices he'd have to make.

Written for Stackson Week 2019, Day 3: Roommates/Fake Dating

@stacksonweek

Rating: M

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore, Stiles Stilinski/Scott McCall (One-Sided), Allison Argent

Tags: American Cheerleading AU, Roommates, Fake Dating, Disney World, Competition, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Partners to Lovers, Male Flyers

Chapters 1 and 2 up now! 3 & 4 on their way! 

Read here. 

“Yes,” Stiles kicked  him under the table. “You don’t even know if I want something.” This time, both Jackson and Danny spared him a single grimace, blinking in sync. “Okay. Whatever, so maybe just one little favor.”

“Still a no,” Jackson didn’t bother looking up from his eggs.

“Fuck you, dude.”

Ethan came around to plop on Danny’s other side, inviting himself into the conversation, “8 in the morning and already, hostility.”

“Fuck you too,” he bartered back, only to stop himself from laughing.

Ethan clicked his tongue, eyebrows twerking over his thumbly forehead. “You got the time, we got the place.”

“Eh,” Danny helpfully shrugs, his hand trickling beneath the table, ignorant of both his and Jackson’s eye rolls, “He’s not wrong. We do have the place, just not for you.”

One table over, some guy from the Elm Wood’s Grackles, eager and hungry for attention, bellowed, “Ay Yo, burrnnnn!”   

And, say what you will about their team: disconnected, impolite, crude, a disgrace to holy cheer-work. But, they’re them and anyone outside of that fucking sucked. Without plan, everyone (including freshman) at their table glared with an intensity Stiles imagined could rival the sun. The kid muttered something about bitches under his tongue before his attention lasered on Jackson.  

“Jackson,” he punted Jackson’s shin again with bare intent. You would think being the asshole’s primary stunt partner for two years now would afford him at least a little sway. “I don’t have time for your pettiness.”

“Good. Bye.” No snarl. No sneer. Not even an unsubtle finger toward the door. Stiles surmised, something  strange was afoot.

Despite the whole thing where he barely cared, his mouth blurted, “What’s crawled up your ass?”

And then it disappeared, whatever ‘it’ had been. Not a blink passed before that weariness evaporated, in its place, a caricature of who Jackson was on his worst day. These days, one given to Stiles only when others were present.

Teeth clenched and jaw tightened, Jackson slammed his fist against fake lacquer, “How about you go be a fucktard over there?” He jabbed his fork toward the other table, where Lydia, Erica, and unsurprisingly Theo were eying them with amusement in their conniving eyes. Stiles diddled a wave to them. Only Theo diddled right back. Wiseass.

“Solid comeback, bro,” he shook his head, embarrassed enough for both of them. ”I’ll wash the Por-“

“No.”

“I’ll write your fin--”

“No.”

He huffed, throwing himself against the chair. At this rate, he’d turn fifty before he successfully reigned victorious in Operation MSM. He waited until he’d captured Jackson’s fiery gaze before trying one last time.  “Dude. I’m not above getting on my knees.”

Ethan gaped, Aiden cackled, and Danny snorted into his cereal while unmasked shock split Jackson’s glare into a million tiny pieces.

“Literal middle schoolers,” Stiles quickly back-tracked once he caught on to their train of thought, but halted as the vision plagued his thoughts and didn’t instantly repulse him, “…Though, I’m not above that either.”

Screeching metal sliced through the table. “And, I’m done. Nope.” Aiden was gone, a few of the other guys following his lead. The unnecessary snickers and cracks floated after them, leaving only space for Jackson’s furrowed indignation and Danny-Ethan’s silent amusement. 

[bluefoxproductions]

You can tell I don’t like Aiden X’D sorry can’t control it.

[sozoglam]

THE GREMLIN

HAIIII IF YOURE STILL DOING DOODLE REQUESTS COULD YOU MAYHAPS DRAW.......AIDEN 😓😁🙏

No worries! Here you go, the grump-rump punk none other than Aiden himself :D

This’s my first time drawing Aiden and I hope you like it :} (and this is also my first doodle request actually and this was also fun to draw him, so don’t worry, you’re completely fine 👍)

(Also, sorry for the late response, i didn’t notice until today 😅)

**bonus doodle with Lukas cuz why not?**