#stackson fic

[goddamnblazeinthedark]

A03 Wattpad

📸: @adrianfridge

[takaraphoenix]

Sunday WIP

I got tagged yesterday by @jadezdominion and let's pretend I wasn't too damn beat from three days of con and posted this yesterday - here's an excerpt from the next chapter of The Clever One, Chapter 3: Congratulations, It's Puppies (1)!

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“I went to see the Alpha,” Jackson growled softly.

Oh, crap. Stiles’ face scrunched up. Jackson hadn’t exactly made a secret about wanting the Bite and considering the way Stiles had used Jackson as his personal Uber to Kate Argent’s execution, there was no hiding where the Hales were or who was in charge. Stiles sighed and leaned back.

“So, what. Now you want to join Scotty’s Werewolf 101 classes?”

The constipated look on Jackson’s face intensified. “No. He didn’t turn me.”

Stiles cocked an eyebrow. Peculiar. Even Stiles thought Jackson would make the perfect werewolf.

“He said I needed your…” Jackson made a disgruntled sound. “Permission first.”

Scott next to Stiles nearly died from swallowing his drink the wrong way, wheezing and coughing. Stiles clapped him half-heartedly on the back while a wicked grin spread over his lips. Okay. Sure, he’d asked Peter to get a heads up, but he hadn’t expected Peter to want his permission. Taking a slow, deep breath, Stiles tuned down the smirk and offered a more serious expression.

“Did he explain it to you?” Stiles asked. “What the bite really means? That it may not take? That being a werewolf is dangerous, risky? The full moon, the hunters roaming our territory?”

Jackson seemed startled by this down-to-business side of Stiles, heck, even Scott looked surprised. Well, Stiles couldn’t snark his way through being Alpha Mate if he wanted to be taken seriously.

“Yeah,” Jackson answered after a moment. “After he told me that he’d only turn me if you… allowed… it, he gave me the whole spiel. I still want it.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow at the determination in Jackson’s voice. “Why? Give me a good reason. And don’t make it your pissing contest with Scott, because that’s not a reason to trade safety for being hunted, for losing control of yourself during the full moon, for potentially dying if it doesn’t take. Beating Scott at Lacrosse isn’t worth any of that.”

There was a stretch of silence and Jackson looked so uncomfortable. “Well, out with it. You need my permission? Convince me why you want the bite.”

“Pack,” Jackson growled out with a frown. “Peter… Peter said pack means family. Trust, loyalty, relying on each other, having each other’s backs. I want that. That’s… That’s what I really want.”

Stiles wasn’t sure if Jackson even noticed just how vulnerable his voice sounded with that statement. How genuine. It startled Stiles. This was a side of Jackson he’d never seen before, a side maybe only Lydia knew. A side the jock might be covering up with the asshole attitude.

“Okay,” Stiles agreed after a moment, earning a startled whine from Scott. “You heard him, Scotty. He knows what he’s signing up for. If he really wants it, and if he understands what pack means – and that it will mean he’ll have to bring that same trust and loyalty to you and me – then okay.”

Jackson still looked wary, as though he didn’t fully believe Stiles. “Just like that. After-”

“Yeah,” Stiles cut him off, waving a dismissive hand in a near playful manner, before offering Jackson the sharpest, coldest look he could muster. “But don’t think you will ever get away with any of that bullshit again. I will not be pushed around or bullied in my own pack. If you sign up for this, you aren’t just signing up for us being pack-mates. I’m the Alpha Mate. In this pack, I’m the co-captain. There is no debate about it, whatever you do, you are not the leader here, you are a follower, a beta, and I outrank you. Think carefully on that. And if you still want in, then meet Scott and me in the parking lot after school, we’re driving out to the Hales anyway.”

With a sharp nod did Jackson get up, leaving Scott and Stiles alone. As soon as Jackson was out of earshot did Scott slap Stiles on the chest, staring at him with the largest eyes.

“What the fuck, dude, you want Jackson in the pack? Why and how and why?”

“Three excellent questions, Scotty boy,” Stiles grinned for a second before sobering up. “Because there was something to the look in his eyes when he said why he wants to be pack that I… believe.”

Recognize. It was the haunted, lonely look he’d seen in his own mirror after his mother’s death. Desperate to belong somewhere, to get a sense of family while his dad was drinking too much, his mom was six feet under and all of her family had left for Poland again. A bone-deep loneliness. That, that was a reason Stiles could understand, could relate to. Could accept.

[fujiyolkart]

An artwork for @mintmx 's fic I did for @stacksonreversebang !

[christinesficrecs]

Hi, I'm looking for this fic but I cannot find it anywhere in my bookmarks. Can you help me? All I can remember is that Scott wad being a bad friend to Stiles and Stiles ditches him and Jackson becomes his new best friend and tells Stiles that now that he's dropped Scott they can be friends. I can't remember anything else, do you know what fic this is. Thank you so so so much!!!

Hey!

Well, it sounds like this one?

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) | 65.6K

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, no one deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

[lavender-lotion]

WIP Wednesday

I finally started working on poly fic again, and I wanted to share a bit! it's sad :( I don't like that it's sad :((

“We need to talk about this, Jackson!” Stiles snapped, but Jackson just let out a grunt and kept walking. “Stop walking away from me!” He wasn’t actually expecting anything to happen. The two of them argued often enough that Jackson storming off wasn’t exactly new but normally Jackson did just that—he stormed off. This time, however, he stopped. But he didn’t just stop walking. The minute the words were ringing through the air between them, Jackson’s entire frame froze. His legs were mid-stride but Jackson didn’t move, didn’t tuck his feet together or loosen the fists his hands had curled into, didn’t soften the harsh line of his shoulders. He didn’t do anything. He just… he stopped. “Jackson?” he asked hesitantly, but his voice was shaking. Stiles took a hesitant step when his mate let out a rough, shuddering breath. There was fear sliding along their bond, sharp and bright enough that Stiles was able to feel it as if it was his own. “I c-can’t move,” Jackson whispered, and his voice was gutted. “What do you mean?” he asked, voice nothing but ash. “I can’t… I can’t move, Stiles.” The whine that tore its way out of Jackson’s throat was a terrible mix of canine and serpentine distress. It was so loud and piercing that Stiles flinched back as tears immediately sprung to his and he rushed forward, his mind racing. He focused on the terror flooding his chest and attempted to take a deep breath to ground himself before he started tracing the emotion. But he couldn’t. “I’m sorry,” Stiles breathed as he rushed in front of Jackson. “I’m sorry, Jackson, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, let me, let me—just let me—”

@lucky-bishop @thotpuppy @rosieposiepuddingnpie @mirrorthoughts. @whimsicalmeerkat @kordyceps @kymera219 @inell

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[everything-stiles]

Do you know any Stackson (Top!Jackson/Bottom!Stiles) fics where Jackson is jealous or possessive?

Long story short I got a new phone at some point and lost access to this account.

I managed to recovery it somewhat recently amd considered posting some things again. I just noticed your ask and since a fic came to my mind immediately I wanted to share.

I don't know if you're still interested in the answer plus this is a pretty popular fic. Still, why not.

Sorry for the very late reply. Have a great day/night!

Title: let me keep you safe (let me just keep you)

Author: tryslora

Pairing: Jackson/ Stiles

Rating: Explicit

Length: 30844 words

Summary: When Stiles shows up unexpectedly on Jackson’s doorstep in London, Jackson has to protect him from his pack and blurts out the first thing he thinks of: that Stiles is his ex-boyfriend. When Stiles explains why he’s there, the two find themselves embroiled in a plot to save each other’s lives, and in the process of making it through alive, maybe they’ll find out they aren’t lying about how involved they actually are.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I’m not sure if this is still a lost fic, but for the ask mentioned in that list about Stiles hanging out with Jackson and Danny and them taking him to get new clothes because they think his fashion sense kind of sucks, I’m pretty sure it’s “The Overlooked” by HarleyJQuin at https://archiveofourown.org/works/27857294.

Hi anon. Another anon says it's this one!

The Overlooked by HarleyJQuin

(32/32 I 108,266 I Mature I Stackson)

After Scott wolfs out on Jackson and Allison the night of the full moon, Jackson asks the right questions and finds things changing more than he ever imagined possible.

[thotpuppy]

Writing Patterns

Tagged by @eevylynn which also reminded me I FORGOT TO POST YESTERDAYS TRIREIGN CHAPTER soooo im pausing here to do that now adkgjakjdg by the time u read this post, the chapter will be posted

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

"As the sole heir to his father’s crown and, according to the court healer, a particularly fertile omega, Stiles had always known his hand would be given to a suitor not for love, but for political security." -Triskelion Reign, Sterek, Arranged Marriage AU

"The dedication of worship has always presented a unique appeal to Stiles." - Sweating Out Confessions, Sciles, Historical AU

" “I dunno man, that sounds like some real fairytale bullshit.” " - 'My Whole Life is a Reference to the 1995 Hit Movie Clueless and I Still Don't Know the Plot' by Fall Out Boy, Stackson, Idiots to Lovers

"A sharp ringing pulses through Stiles’ head as he blinks back to consciousness." - Under My Skin, Stackson, Hurt/Comfort

"Dawn arrives with the fading smoke of a hard fought battle drifting into the horizon, melding with the fog of new day sun burning away the dew of night." - Thirsty, Stiles/Scott/Derek, Vampire AU

"It’s not easy being a human member of a werewolf pack." - Want You to Want Me, Stanny, Danny Joins the Pack

"The stench of chlorine is still an unwelcome, stagnant presence in Jackson’s nose long after he’s shed the last of his scales and learned to embrace his inner wolf." - Gumusservi, Stackson, Jackson Stays AU

"The dull thwap of rubber hitting net is soft in the muggy twilight air." - Touché, Stackson, Summer Romance

" “Bobby said you didn’t turn in your latest paper on time.” " - Elementary, My Dear Sheriff, Shoach, Outsider (Stiles) POV

"Stiles has never been a particularly talented cook." - Get It While It's Hot, Stiles/Derek/Parrish, Anniversary Dinner

So... overall, what would I say about my writing patterns.

2/10 fics start with a line of dialogue 3/10-4/10 fics start with a general introspective note 3/10-4/10 fics start with an action.

Overall I'd say I think I have pretty good starting lines?? that's not rly a pattern though LOL Maybe my pattern is a preference towards a cold open? I'd consider both dialogue and action openers cold opens. 6/10 are very,, visually evocative? imo? Drop you in the middle of smth and give u the barest minimum info to figure out where u are.

I dunno. what do you guys think?

low pressure tagging: @wolfspurr @definitivelydrivel @okdeannawrites @whimsicalmeerkat @mirrorthoughts @lucky-bishop

[dramaticvhs]

7 fics with 100k+ words (Teen Wolf)

I don't make a habit of reading longer fics because I get migraines and once I'm invested I can't bring myself to put them down. even if you're like me and don't read long fics, i encourage you to give these a try if they interest you. these are the longest ones I have bookmarked and I hope you enjoy them as much as I have ❤️

read tags. some fics may contain sensitive content. check pairings, ones included on this list might not be your cup of tea.

1. Don't Savage The Messenger by exclamation

(Sterek, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 172,379 words)

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange.

Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters' stories would have him believe.

2. Bodies Can Be Bought But the Heart Cannot Be Owned; Only Given Freely by kyrene

(Sterek, Explicit, Underage and Rape/Non-con, 102,965 words)

In a world where the human race is enslaved by the werewolf race, Derek Hale struggles to recover from the damage caused to his teenage self by the human, Kate Argent. More to the point, he doesn't believe that slavery is right. But each werewolf gets a personal slave when they become an adult and he's long overdue.

The moment he sets eyes on the filthy, naked slave in the corner of the packed warehouse, Derek knows he has to bring him home. But can he ever gets Stiles, who has never known a kind owner before, to trust that he's finally found a safe place?

3. My, What Big Shoulders You Have (The Better to Help You Carry the Weight) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(Sterek, Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, 285,568 words)

“Talia was just telling me an interesting story,” his dad informed him. Stiles didn’t have the nerve to glance over at him, because he knew no matter how much he argued, the proof was all there. The wolves had found him, Parrish had picked him up on the side of the road, he had a fucking picture on his phone. He was screwed. No point in arguing, all it’d do is piss his father off even more.

“You don’t say,” Stiles offered slowly. “What uh—you know, I like stories. Is it a uh, good one?”

“It seems to be a matter of opinion,” Talia said with another kind smile. “I hear you had quite the night last night.”

Okay, time to cut his losses. He was already fucked, all he could do was apologize and hope she didn’t press for him to get fined and arrested. Given he was her husband’s friend’s son, he had high hopes.

“I’m really sorry,” Stiles blurted out. “It was stupid and-and irresponsible and just—I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed into your territory. I should’ve known better, I do know better! It was a complete lapse in judgement and I am just—I am so sorry.”

4. Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen)

(Sterek, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 109,100)

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

5. But I Know (a love like this will end in tragedy) by LadySlytherin

(Steter, Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 175,687 words)

What happens when you combine outstanding medical bills with a werecoyote ex-something-or-other, who doesn't understand boundaries?

In Stiles' case, the answer is: Peter Hale as a sugar daddy.

Stiles knew doing this with Peter was probably a bad idea. He knew it wouldn't be easy. He knew his friends wouldn't understand. Stiles also knew he was going to do it anyway.

6. What the Hell Is This, Baywatch? by Jenetica

(Melissa McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence and Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 101,913 words)

The summer Melissa expected: A happy reunion with Scott after his junior year of college, a slight uptick in work at the hospital, and a generally quiet couple of months.

The summer Melissa did not expect: A strangely tolerable friendship with Lydia Martin, a hellish bout of supernatural antics, and Stiles Stilinski turning into a hot lifeguard who’s decided he wants to spend his summer giving her some kind of sex-fueled conniption.

Guess which one she gets.

7. Divided Loyalties by LennaNightrunner

(Stackson, Explicit, Underage, 154,031 words)

Jackson returns home after a month spent in London trying (and failing) to start the next phase of his life there. Knowing now from experience that he’d be a fool to try to make it as a werewolf on his own, he asks Derek to take him in as a beta. Derek agrees on the condition that Jackson will do as he’s told. Jackson hopes that, despite the mess left in the wake of the Kanima, he might be able to repair his life in Beacon Hills. Of course, things haven’t really been going the way Jackson has hoped lately...

[whimsicalmeerkat]

"Stackson Friendship Movie Fixit" for this week?

Make Me Write

"I did what I needed to to keep you safe. I can live with the consequences."

Stiles barks out a harsh laugh. It's so bitter it burns as it leaves his throat.

"Yeah, well, I'm not so sure I can. And I think you know that. Why did I have to find out about this from Jackson a week after the funeral?"

"You were already overseas by then. You wouldn't have been able to get here for it." John is trying to sound matter of fact, but Stiles knows it's an act.

"You should have told me anyway, but then I guess talking about it when someone dies isn't really your thing."

John's eyes shoot up to his, showing Stiles' arrow hit its mark. He knows as well as Stiles that they aren't talking about Derek anymore.

[takaraphoenix]

You said I only sent four not five and although it was a typo I figured I would. I've been collecting more pool noodles recently, and although you said nkt romantic, I still want these two so 22 and Stiles and Jackson. I feel like those two prompts will work for them.

Tags: m/m, Jackson Doesn't Leave, Pack Feels, fluff, hurt/comfort

Main Pairing: Jackson/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Danny Mahealani, Scott McCall

@writersmonth Prompts: beast + motel

Summary: The team is staying in a motel during an away-game and Scott is using his puppy-dog eyes on Stiles to get out of rooming with his co-captain. Damn those puppy-dog eyes. And damn the motel for having run out of rooms with two beds. And damn Jackson for being so attractive.

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Away Game

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

"Sti—iles. We're best friends. Brothers, really. Right?"

Stiles didn't look up from the bestiary he was reading on his phone. "Absolutely, Scotty boy."

"And you love me, right?"

Stiles marked a passage on shifters changing their shift form. "Sure do, bud."

"And you would do anything for me. Right?"

Slowly, Stiles lowered his phone. "...I am starting to feel like I won't like where this is headed."

Lowering his phone proved to be a mistake, because Scott next to him was aiming the most convincing puppy-dog eyes at him. Urgh. They made it so hard to deny Scott, so Stiles was already bracing himself for whatever unpleasant thing he was going to agree to.

"I can't room with Jackson," Scott whined. "Coach assigned us the shared room since we're co-captains but I can't sleep in the same room as Jackson for two nights, please. Please switch rooms with me, Stiles. Please? You love me."

"I don't love you enough to share a room with Jackson for two nights, Scotty."

Another whine from Scott and the puppy-dog eyes intensified. Snickering from the row in front of him made Stiles kick the seat. The two werewolves in front of them turned with broad, teasing grins on their lips. Stiles first glared at Boyd and then at Isaac. Damn these oversized puppies.

"Sorry, it's just really fucking funny how much you two argue, considering you're pack now."

Scott grumbled and crossed his arms, sinking lower in his seat at Isaac's comment. All Stiles did was heave a sigh. To him, it made perfect sense. They were like siblings, in that regard. Not the same flavor as Stiles and Scott, the kind that loved each other. But the kind that competed to be the favorite kid, the better of the brothers. After Scott and Stiles had joined the Hale Pack to take down the kanima, they'd worked with Derek and the betas to come up with a plan and they had taken down Gerard together, Scott poisoning Gerard with mountain ash and telling Derek about how Gerard wanted the bite to cure his cancer, leading to Derek biting Gerard. And then Jackson's curse got broken and the giant lizard turned into a beta wolf, changing from one beast to another, also joining the pack. Jackson, who always wanted to be the best and the favorite, only edged on even more with Scott now, since Scott had been – more or less – the first beta and had, at this point, earned his spot as Derek's right hand.

So now Stiles was stuck in a pack of three obnoxious assholes (Boyd, Erica and Isaac. And Stiles was saying 'obnoxious assholes' affectionately at this point), a growly-but-improving Alpha, his best friend in the whole world, and Jackson. Another sigh escaped Stiles.

"I hate you," Stiles said in a flat voice. "I hate you so much."

Scott's face lit up and he hugged Stiles tightly. "Thank you! You're the best."

Boyd chuckled and side-eyed Stiles, causing Stiles to flip him off. So the two had become good friends, really good friends, after their little 'bonding exercise' in the Argent basement but he was absolutely not taking any of the werewolves' shit.

/break\

Jackson stalked into his bedroom, jaw set. Danny was walking next to him, grinning delighted because he could be an absolute asshole if he wanted to be. And Jackson being stuck with McCall for an entire weekend? Danny thought that was hilarious and he opted to go and see how Jackson would settle in. Only that when Jackson opened the door, the person sitting on the only bed in the room was not McCall. It was the only option worse than McCall.

"Stilinski," Jackson growled. "I know you and McCall are attached by the hip, but I am absolutely not sharing a room with both of you. Get out."

"Yeah, you're not," Stiles collapsed backward on the bed, stretching out, his shirt riling up enough to show a pale sliver of skin and his hip bone. "You only share with me."

Jackson was staring transfixed at Stiles' hipbone. Growling. He knew his eyes were flashing blue and he hoped he could cover the arousal with anger. Stiles flipped him off, so he bought it.

"I thought you're sharing a room with Greenberg," Danny noted confused.

"Ye—ep, so did I," Stiles heaved a long-suffering sigh. "And then Scott used the puppy eyes of doom against me and here I am. Jackson's new roommate. Congratulations, Whittemore. You get to enjoy all of this all weekend, lucky you."

He motioned at himself, voice dripping with sarcasm. Jackson ground his teeth together. The motherfucker really didn't know how damn tempting he was. All long limbs, pale skin that begged to be marked up, and that mouth, Jackson had multiple good ideas for that mouth. Danny snorted out a laugh and rested a heavy hand on Jackson's shoulder, patting it.

"Don't worry, Jackson is not a blanket hog, but he does like to cuddle so don't be surprised if you wake up with him spooning you, Stiles," Danny winked.

No mercy. Best friends for so many years and yet Danny had no mercy with him. Jackson glared at him in betrayal. Danny was the only person who knew of Jackson's unfortunate obsession with Stiles. It had started after Jackson became a werewolf. It was like his wolf was drawn to the annoying little shit. Feeling calmer, more at ease when Stiles was around. Stiles had helped him so much in settling in, teaching him control – something he'd done for Derek's other betas too, apparently (after he had learned that Derek's method was medieval torture devices). So it wasn't special, he shouldn't feel special for it. But his wolf latched onto that, feeling cared for. Same with the food, Stiles tended to cook for the pack during pack-nights, because he loved cooking and the wolves could eat a lot. Again, nothing special, the food was for the entire pack. And yet still.

"Have fu—un," Danny chimed, shoving Jackson into the bedroom fully.

"Where the fuck is the other bed," Jackson asked as soon as he slammed the door shut.

"Evidently not in the room," Stiles pointed out, still staring at the ceiling. "Motel's booked. They ran out of two bed bedrooms, so six lucky plays get to cuddle up with each other and we are two of the winning pairs, Jackson. I don't snore, if that helps."

Jackson growled again, really struggling with his wolf who was purring and whining and just wanted to crawl into that bed and curl together around Stiles. This was going to be a nightmare.

/break\

Stiles got back to the bedroom with his teeth brushed, wearing only his boxers and the Batman sleep shirt that Erica had bought him for his birthday. Jackson was already laying on the bed, looking constipated. He'd looked that way ever since he walked into this room. Either he actually had constipation, or it really bothered him this much to share a room with Stiles. Which should not sting as much as it did. After all, Stiles knew he stood no chance with Jackson, even though he'd had a crush on the guy for pretty much as long as he had feelings for Lydia. Yeah, he liked gorgeous people who more or less didn't care for his existence. Nobody said he had good taste.

"If you could at least stop looking like this is physically hurting you. It's insulting."

Stiles jumped onto the bed, pushing Jackson aside enough to get some space too. Jackson glared. No insult though. Weird. Jackson's fingers were twitching at his side before he pulled his hand back. Ah. Oh. That was why he was so constipated. Stiles put on his most shit-eating grin.

"You can cuddle me, you know," Stiles offered, opening his arms.

"W… What," Jackson's voice actually cracked. "Why would you-"

"Whole pack of puppies," Stiles interrupted him, rolling his eyes. "Boyd, Erica and Isaac regularly break into my bedroom to get their scent-marking and Stiles time in. Scott anyway. You – or your wolf, anyway – want to cuddle the pack-human."

Jackson looked at him with a guarded expression and Stiles sighed. "I'm not going to make fun of you for this, Jackson. It's instincts. I've cuddled with Derek and the man looked so murderous throughout but after I smelt enough like his betas, his inner wolf was itching for it too. I'm pack. Being pack is about more than just… personalities mashing perfectly together. You don't have to like me to accept me as a pack-mate."

The look on Jackson's face softened but he still looked guarded, even as he slowly inched closer. Rolling his eyes, Stiles wrapped his arms around the other jock and pulled him close. A soft rumbling came from Jackson and hah, victory. Tehehe, another one for Stiles' puppy collection.

"I don't dislike you, Stilinski."

"Oka—ay?" Stiles furrowed his brows, looking at Jackson.

A blush lit up Jackson's face, which really brought out his freckles in a pretty way. Looking away, Stiles snuggled up more to Jackson. Hey, he was just a guy and if he got to cuddle with his crush, he was damn well going to enjoy it while it lasted. Jackson wrapped his arms around him, near possessive, making Stiles melt in his arms. This was good.

"I like you," Jackson pressed out, sounding like the words actually hurt him.

Stiles froze. "Like… as pack-mates? As friends? As…? No, wait, sorry, forget it. I'll take it."

"The last one," Jackson muttered, voice muffled by Stiles' neck.

"Friends?" Stiles repeated carefully.

"No," Jackson growled. "The one after that."

The one where he trailed off, the implied 'more than friends'. Oh. Oh. Stiles pushed himself off Jackson enough to stare at the other in surprise. There was too much unwanted vulnerability in Jackson's eyes to make this a prank or anything. Jackson liked liked him. Impulsively, Stiles leaned in and pressed his lips against Jackson's, his heart jackrabbiting.

"Against better judgment do I like you too," Stiles admitted after a moment. "I mean, when you're not being a total jerk, you can be really sweet. And your pretty face also helps."

He grinned cheekily at Jackson, who shoved him lightly. "Well, I can return that compliment. When you are not being a total shit, you can be really sweet. And your pretty face helps too."

Stiles flushed to the tips of his ears, ducking his head. Jackson smirked and then nuzzled into his neck. That felt good. That felt really nice. Stiles yawned, snuggling more into Jackson's warmth. This was so not what he had expected when switching rooms with Scotty, but now he may actually owe his best friend. Maybe a nice fruit-basket or something?

~*~ The End ~*~

[padfootprongslet]

im just really in a mood to read sterek fic with an emphasis on stiles & jackson brotherhood.

[fujiyolkart]

An artwork for @always-mimits ’s fic I did for @stacksonreversebang !

[christinesficrecs]

Hi there! I wonder if you can help me - months ago on reddit someone asked about a fic that I sort of remember & can't find it again. Here's what I saved from their ask: Stiles/Derek AU - Stiles is Derek’s neighbor, Stiles has magic, Derek has a daughter, she & Stiles have a friendship going on, she finds a kitten but can’t keep it, so Stiles looks after it for her, Derek wasn’t aware his daughter was spending time with Stiles, but Stiles thought he knew. Thank you, it's so great you do this <3

Well, it sounds like this one. Not so sure about the magic part though. 🤷🏻‍♀️

We Should Become More Adventurous by skoosiepants | 8.7K

Werewolves are the kind of horror you only find in books and movies and gay porn, so forgive him for being a little slow on the uptake.

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Explicit | Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | M/MMulti | Teen Wolf (TV) | Isaac Lahey/Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore, Melissa McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski & Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski & Kira Yukimura, Chris Argent/Ennis/Melissa McCall, Aiden/Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey/Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey/Jackson Whittemore | Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Danny Māhealani, Peter Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Cora Hale, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Aiden (Teen Wolf), Ethan (Teen Wolf), Jordan Parrish, Chris Argent, Ennis (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Kira Yukimura, Ken Yukimura, Noshiko Yukimura, Malia Tate | Healing the Nemeton (Teen Wolf), Memory Alteration, Attempted Kidnapping, Left hand Cora Hale, Right Hand Vernon Boyd, Enforcer Ennis (Teen Wolf), Enforcer Jackson Whittemore, Werewolf Politics, Pack Politics, Hair-pulling, Come Eating, Anal Fingering

When he looked around the room, when he looked at his pack, all he could see were the hours they all put into training. All he could see were their strengths; which were so vast and so numbered that they covered any individual weaknesses they may have had. This pack, his pack, was strong. And Stiles knew, in the deepest parts of his heart, in the warm certainty that flickered like a candle in his chest, that they were going to be okay.