Inspired by Rachel for Rarepair November
Jackson’s captain of the Lacrosse team (co-captain asswipe), guys want to be him, girls want to be with him. He’s not obsessed with Stiles, whatever people say, the guy just gets on his nerves all the goddamn time, that’s all there is to it… right?
‘What the hell is your problem?’
‘What, apart from the fact that you hit me in the face with your Lacrosse stick, on purpose?’
‘It’s a violent sport, you should man up and learn how to take a hit.’
‘Yeah, well you should man up and fucking kiss me already.’
Tag: stackson au
tech savvy teen wolves // stackson pt 2 // requested by anonymous
(inspired by)
Stackson Week, Day Seven
Prince Jackson wakes up in the woods with blood on his hands and no memory of the night before, and the first person he sees is a peasant boy named Mieczyslaw. He can’t afford to fall in love, but he slowly does it anyway as they continue to meet in secret and the boy tries to help Jackson figure out what exactly is happening to him. There are secrets about himself and where he comes from that Jackson was never meant to learn, and there is no going back now.
drive my Porsche means I love you
because stilinskiwhittemores posted this and in the tags had this whole head canon about Jackson’s Porsche and how he’d propose to the person he trusted to drive it 100% of the time and then this thing spilled out of my fingertips and it’s not exactly the fic that was requested, but yes, it has the Porsche…
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drive my Porsche means I love you
They kiss for the first time in the middle of a frat party spring semester, after a series of drinking games that leave Stiles feeling like the room is spinning and his judgement has flown. They’ve just finished a round of beer pong—won the game, for whatever that means in beer pong—and Stiles grabs Jackson and kisses him.
It’s a big, wet, noisy smack on the lips, and he honestly doesn’t expect anything to come of it.
Yeah, Jackson’s hot. He’s also kind of an asshole, fun to argue with, and well, straight.
Or maybe not so straight.
They end up sitting on the roof of the front porch, staring at the full moon and exploring each other’s tonsils. It’s not much more than hours of kissing, and Stiles figures that’s it.
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Sex is a thing that happens when they’re sober.
The freshman draw lots for roommates when they move into the frat house at the end of their first year and Stiles isn’t sure what to think when he ends up sharing the room at the front of the third floor with Jackson. It’s the same room that has the window that leads out to the roof over the porch, the same room they snuck through a few months before.
It’s not like they haven’t seen each other since. They pledged together. They’ve partied together, had dinner together, hung out together. It’s part of being in the same fraternity.
But they haven’t talked about it.
And they don’t talk about it, not really. They don’t see each other until fall, when they start their sophomore year. They aren’t in the same classes, don’t see each other until late at night when they’re both buried in their books, Jackson trying to get through his pre-law program and Stiles up to his eyeballs in ancient mythology and classical Latin.
They’re both dead sober and exhausted and full of tension that needs to break somehow.
The first time is a quick jerk, trying not to look at each other as they both get off.
They second time Stiles just holds out his hand; he figures if they’re both doing it, why not help each other out.
By the end of October they’re fucking almost every night. It’s better than a primal scream, and they’re both doing well enough in class that people remark on their grades.
The sex is good.
They still don’t talk about it.
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Stackson Kanima AU – Stiles is the first person to realize that Jackson is the Kanima, and instead of hunting him, he decides to tell Jackson, as they have been growing closer and closer. Jackson, who has known that something isn’t right with him for a long time, agrees to let Stiles try to help him. After several weeks of hunting for a cure, trying to find a way to prevent Jackson from killing people, they decide it’s the best for everyone if they keep Jackson locked up until he can find one. Stiles goes to visit him as often as he can, and little by little, the relationship between the two men shifts and changes until finally, Stiles love’ for Jackson, and Jackson’s love right back, bring Jackson back down to Earth, allowing him to shift from Kanima to werewolf.
Requested by theenchantinglittleredsadist.
So, I just reblogged a post in which Stiles says ‘Why don’t you come on over here, sit on my lap, and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up’ to Derek, and I don’t even care what pairing but I really want fanfiction with Stiles using that pickup line now. Pretty please?
Stiles is—Well, drunk might be too kind of a word.
“I—“ Stiles laughs, leaning heavily against Scott’s side. “I am fifty shades of faded, dude.”
Scott nods. “Yeah. That’s true.”
“And horny as hell,” Stiles adds with a hum, smile going dopey.
“That is also true,” Scott agrees, smiling over at Allison as she hides her laughter in her own drink.
Stiles babbles a bit, leaning back against Scott while also dangling precariously out of their booth. The bar is busy but not loud, and Scott is startled when Stiles whistles loudly and clearly through the den.
He looks the direction Stiles is, a hand resting at the back of Stiles’ neck as his friend perks up as if to stand on legs that definitely cannot hold him right now. When he spots Lydia entering, her friend from New York in tow, Scott sighs.
“Oh, no.”
“Oh, yes.” Stiles chirps.
Before they’re even at the table, Stiles is waggling his brows at the tall stranger at Lydia’s side. Lydia’s lips are thin, like she’s biting back her amusement, and her arms cross over her chest as Stiles clucks his tongue.
“Hey there, hottie.” Stiles slurs, swaying and only kept steady by the firm hand at the back of his neck.
“Jackson,” Lydia corrects, voice strained in her bemusement.
Jackson is scowling.
“Jackson.” Stiles breathes, like he’s in love already, and pats his knee. “Well, Jackson. Why don’t you come on over here, sit on my lap, and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up?”
Allison almost spits up her drink.
Ears going pink, Jackson stiffens. “Excuse me?”
Holding up a hand, Lydia clears her throat past the giggle. “Jackson, this is Stiles. He’s going through a bad breakup.”
“And?” Jackson sneers.
“And he’s a very close friend of mine,” Lydia frowns up at him. “So be nice, or find yourself a hotel to stay at for the week.”
Jackson sighs, eyeing Stiles like he might have some kind of disease. “Fine.”
He slides into the booth right next to Stiles, and Stiles is elated. He beams, and Jackson’s jaw flexes, but there is something like interest in his eyes as Stiles starts babbling again—thankfully, with no more pickup lines.
By the end of the night, Jackson is the one carrying Stiles out the door, nearly as drunk as they lament about dick exes on the way to Lydia’s car. In the back seat, they pass out, and Lydia doesn’t miss her chance to take as many pictures as possible of them sleeping curled up together.
Heyo Stiles coming to visit Jackson while he’s still living with his parents in London and expecting to stay in a hotel but his parents are just “Nope, you were our son’s gay thing you are a Whittemore now” and Jackson hitting his head on the dining room table because “No, that was our secret, dad why would you do that” and Stiles is just pleased as punch because Jackson is everybody’s type, but Stiles is JACKSON’S type. Have a nice day.
oh my GOD
okay but just imaginE.. college halloween au where they both go to lydias sororitys halloween party but jackson, rich frat boy thats only here bc hes supposed to be here, is brooding in the corner and stiles, lame computer kid who technically wasnt invited, drags him to play beer pong and stiles is completely horrible but jackson is actually having a little bit too much fun and they steal a bottle of vodka and go back to stiles’ dorm where they watch scary movies and eat candy and kiss a little
writing this one a little bit early since today’s halloween and i don’t wanna be late to the party lmfao ALSO this made me think of greek immediately so this is a semi-greek au in which jackson’s cappie and stiles is rusty BYE
The parties were fun freshman year, but after two years of nothing but, Jackson’s gotten pretty sick of it. He could never admit it aloud, being a member of the party fraternity on campus, a choice he finds himself regretting more often than not these days.
But he still loyally shows up at every party, because that’s what Kappa Taus do. Tonight it’s ZBZ’s halloween party (Lydia had made the rounds to all the houses and threatened their physical wellbeing if they chose the Gamma Psi party instead), but Jackson refused to dress up. The way he sees it, he’s here, and that’s more than enough.
He’s standing in a corner, scrolling through Twitter in silent protest, when someone calls his name.
He looks up and sees one of the KT pledges, wearing a Batman T-shirt but otherwise costume-less.
“Hey, Stiles, right?” Jackson asks, and when he nods, adds “Pledges aren’t supposed to be here, you know.”
Stiles waves a hand. “Ah, details. Besides, I’m having more fun than you are. Why come if you’re just gonna sit here playing Candy Crush?”
“I wasn’t…whatever,” Jackson says with a huff. “I’m just keeping up appearances.”
“Well, if you want to keep them up well, it’d probably help if you looked like you were having at least a little fun,” Stiles says matter-of-factly. “Come on, let’s play beer pong.”
but
a stackson kissing booth fic in which coach forces stiles to sign up and of course Jackson taunts him, so stiles bets he can get more kisses than Jackson
and their stations are right next to each other and they trade barbs all morning until someone – probably Lydia lbr – slams down a 20 and says “just kiss each other already”
they spend the rest of the day making out in the locker room
So I was watching Dylan’s old YouTube videos and I started to think- What if Stiles had a YouTube? What if, unbeknownst to his friends in Beacon Hills, he actually had a pretty big following? What if Jackson was bored one day and he decided to randomly Google the pack members? What if he came across Stiles’ videos and thought they were pretty funny? What if he watched multiple “Ask Stiles” videos in a row and winced when, after being asked if being a YouTuber makes Stiles popular at school, the younger teen laughed and said, “No, I really only have one friend. It’s okay though. I only really need one.” What if Jackson found the latest one, called “Why I Haven’t Been Updating”? What if he watched it and was shocked at how different Stiles was- longer hair, pale with dark circles under his eyes, and stiller, only his mouth and head moving in the whole video. What if he broke a little inside when he heard, “I’m sorry, it’s just- I’m dealing with the death of a friend, and I’m not entirely healthy right now, mentally or physically,” coming with a sob from Stiles. What if he couldn’t believe that this is what the ADHD spaz he left behind turned into? What if he got onto the next flight to California because he just had to see Stiles? What if he texted Lydia for the first time in months to ask what happened? What if he showed up at Stiles’ house, coming through the window because he was afraid to face the Sheriff, and held Stiles as he broke down? What if he rediscovered old feelings that he had tried to squash so long ago? What if??
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