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[artoounit]

top 5 minty au settings?

Grey’s Anatomy AU

Harry Potter AU

Modern AU (literally any I am such a hoe for modern AUs)

Football player!Miller AU

Soulmates AU!!!

ask me top 5 anything!

[alwaysaprille]

millersmontyy replied to your post:A Convo w/a Friend:

the writers confirmed on twitter that miller is gay, during one of the first few eps of season 3. so by “word of god” canon, we do have a canon sexuality for him. bryan is the one who’s sexuality they left ambiguous.

Edited! Thank you!

[artoounit]

"pls tell me he's at least 20" lmao, no worries sis he's 25 so you can thirst freely without guilt.

Thank god. Euro players always look so young I always have to check I’ve been burned before when watching EPL. 

[thedaughterofkings]

Stackson + Stars

If someone had told Stiles a few years ago that one day Jackson would move to London and Stiles would not only not celebrate but actually miss him, he’d have declared the mad right there and then.

But the truth is: he misses Jackson. Desperately.

They’ve somehow, against all odds, become friends, depending on each other, still always there to goad each other as well of course, but also to talk and listen and provide comfort. Yes, Stiles has hugged Jackson Whittemore. Voluntarily. And enjoyed it.

Oh get your minds out of the gutter, not like that. Yes, Jackson is hot, you’d have to be blind not to see that, but that hug wasn’t about that. It was about loss and pain and hope and love and everything rolled into one. It was a good hug.

It was also the hug just before Jackson boarded the plane. And the hug that turned into a kiss which Stiles enjoyed, too. Yes, that way, too, in this case.

But that’s all there was: one hug. One kiss.

And now half of the world lies between them.

At least they are still looking up at the same stars.

psst there’s almost 15k more of Stackson here if you don’t know already

[eddiesdiaz]

stackson week: day two

courtney told me to write some domestic stackson and her wish is my command so here’s a thing in which stiles wants kids but jackson’s afraid of becoming his parents

They’ve been married for a little over two years when they finally have the talk.

Stiles makes him his favorite meal and does all the dishes without a single complaint and they’re cuddling on the couch watching Thor when he asks, “You want kids, right?”

Jackson’s entire body stills in panic, hand freezing in Stiles’ hair where he’d been running his fingers through.

“I know we probably should have talked about it before now,” Stiles continues hurriedly, “and it’s totally okay if you don’t! It’s not a deal breaker or anything, you’re more than enough to make me happy forever, but I just...I kinda do. You know, if you do.”

He’s downplaying it for Jackson’s sake; most people probably wouldn’t be able to tell, but Jackson knows him too well. Even though he can’t see his face, he can hear it in his voice. This is something he really wants. 

“Yeah, babe,” Jackson answers, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I do.”

Stiles twists in his arms to face Jackson, and his smile’s blinding. 

“I love you so much,” he murmurs, grabbing a fistful of Jackson’s t-shirt and pulling him in for a gentle kiss. 

Not even five minutes later, Jackson has to excuse himself to the bathroom to throw up.

xxx

Stiles brings home pamphlets from every adoption agency in town the next day. 

He goes on and on about how “this one’s got the best reviews online, but Lyd and Malia swear by this one, but my gut’s kinda saying this one” until Jackson can’t breathe. 

He forces a smile, nodding every once in awhile and asking “I don’t know, what do you think?” every time Stiles asks for his opinion.

Stiles gives him a few skeptical glances, but otherwise doesn’t say anything. Jackson’s grateful, because he has no idea how he’d explain it away.

xxx

A few weeks later, once they’ve settled on a place and have an appointment set, Stiles gets the pack together to tell everyone the news. 

They get bombarded by hugs and “congratulations” and Lydia insisting she throw them a celebratory party, and it’s all Jackson can do not to scream right there in the middle of the living room. 

Danny, though, bless his soul, pulls Jackson aside and asks him “Are you sure about this, man?”

Jackson hesitates for a beat too long before saying “Yeah, of course.”

He turns his head and sees Stiles staring at them with a look of concern. He tries to smile at him and hopes to god it doesn’t look as much like a wince as it felt.

xxx

He starts using work as an excuse to bail on going to the agency. He’s not proud of it, but the thought of having to sit there and convince someone he’d make a good parent makes his skin crawl. 

They’ve rescheduled four times when Stiles finally calls him on it.

“Jacks, babe, we’ve gotta talk,” he says when they’re laying in bed one night. He shuts his book and turns off the TV Jackson had been watching, and even though Jackson knew it was coming sooner or later, it doesn’t make it any easier.

He looks over at Stiles, but doesn’t say a word. He can’t.

“Okay,” Stiles says, sighing. “I need you to tell me...did you lie to me before? About wanting kids?”

“No--” Jackson tries to say, but Stiles doesn’t let him.

“Don’t give me that, Jackson. It’s been obvious from the beginning. At first I thought maybe you were just nervous about it, you know, but it’s clearly more than that. So do you or not? Because I already told you, it’s fine if you don’t, but you can’t...you can’t let me get my hopes up if it’s not gonna happen. It’s not fair to me.”

A tear runs down Stiles’ cheek, and Jackson reaches over to wipe it away without hesitation. 

“It’s not that I don’t want them,” Jackson tells him, taking his hand away from Stiles’ face and fiddling with the bedsheets instead. “It’s that I don’t think I can do it.”

Stiles tucks a finger under his chin and tilts his head up to look him in the eye. “What do you mean?” he asks.

“I don’t wanna be like my parents,” Jackson explains, hating how pathetic he sounds. “You know, they adopted me, they made a promise to take care of me and to love me, and they didn’t. They were never around, unless it was to tell me what a disappointment I was, and I was fucking miserable up until the day I got the hell out of there. And I don’t know anything about being a parent other than what they taught me. I can’t do that to a kid. They deserve so much more than me.”

Stiles smiles sadly at him, then promptly punches him in the arm.

“Why the hell didn’t you just tell me that?” he asks, scooting over on the bed so he’s pressed up against Jackson and wrapping his arms around him. “Jackson, you’re nothing like your parents. They’re cold and cruel and they had absolutely no business being parents. But you? You’re the complete opposite of them. You’ve become the man you are in spite of them. And you can do this, baby. You’re gonna be an amazing dad. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Jackson’s quiet for a few moments. “I’d like to have a girl,” he mumbles finally, and it’s the first input he’s given since they started this.

Stiles beams at him, then nods. “Girl it is.”

xxx

A year later, Bellamy’s sitting on the bathroom counter and Jackson’s doing her hair while she excitedly tells him all the reasons giraffes are her favorite animal. Stiles pops in when he’s headed out the door for work and gives them both a goodbye kiss on the forehead, tells him he loves them.

There’s nothing particularly special about it, but it’s the first time Jackson feels like Stiles was right.

[pinkbugboy]

i'm so here for will being saved and joining the team. just thinking about how he'd interact with everyone, and all the different types of friendships he would have with each of them, it would be amazing. and i feel like it would maybe bring back some of the humor that's been missing since trip died and idk i just think it would be so great.

YES GOD BLESS SO AM I!!! I feel like Will and Fitz would actually get along, tbh--I don’t think there’s going to be that angsty love triangle deal with Jemma and Fitz and Will. At least, I’m hoping. Their personalities and development would suffer so much if that was a thing. AOS writers, prove all the angry people wrong.

But yes!! I am really feeling for this guy. Whether he ends up with Simmons or not, I’m looking forward to seeing more.

If he doesn’t end up with Simmons, what about Joey? Or Mack? //sweats

[arteomis]

I was tagged by the stupidly talented @prosciuttoe. (you’re a babe<3)

a – age: 19 b – biggest fear: SPIDERS. SHARKS. living a life I find unfulfilling.  c – current time: 12:29 am d – drink you last had/are having: decaf black tea with honey (was that unnecessarily specific? probably) e – easiest person to talk to: my mom and one of my best friends, Isabel. f – favorite song: currently it’s moondust (stripped) by jaymes young g – ghosts, are they real: yes (not in the cartoon white sheet way) h – heritage: my mom is american and my dad from el salvador i – in love with: too many fictional characters to count k – killed someone? lol like I’m gonna tell you l – last time you cried? earlier today. I had a rough night (alcohol’s a bitch) and talking to my mom set me off. (but it was good, my mom is the best) m – middle name: Grace n – number of siblings: 1 older brother o – one wish: to find a career I enjoy and can be good at. (ugh the college stress is clear in this post) p – person who you last called: my cousin (well, actually it was a restaurant for food.) q – question you’re always asked: like Emily I too have a killer resting bitch face. so I get asked if I’m upset/feeling okay/mad because of that a lot. r – reason to smile: because beautiful, talented people like Emily exist. s – song last sang: cups by anna kendrick (#throwback) t – time you woke up: 10 something? u – underwear color: green v – dream vacation destination: france (and I might be going this summer!!) w – worst habit: dwelling on things until I drive myself insane. also, procrastination. x – x-rays you’ve had: too many. not like double digits, but more than I’d like. my shoulder and my wrist (I broke both arms at the SAME TIME) and my ankle. y – your favorite food: pasta z – zodiac sign: gemini

I’m tagging @skaaikruprincess, @clarkegriffvn, @sassymurph and @millersmontyy and @mmurphyy (only if you want to)

[eddiesdiaz]

talk to me forever about stackson getting together and jackson being convinced stiles is in this because he wants perfection, wants jackson whittemore, richest and fairest and best of the land, and so he never lets himself stray from that. he pushes himself to impress stiles more than he ever has to impress his parents, which is a lot. he keeps his grades up, even bumping up his couple b’s to a’s, and he kicks ass at lacrosse, and he works out even more, and he puts his all into giving stiles the best orgasms of his life, even though they both know he has no one to be compared to. he’s a good boyfriend, but he always plays it cool. he’s perfect.

the thing is, though, stiles is a huge fucking dork. he’s goofy and ridiculous and unapologetically himself, all the time, and jackson would hate him for it if it wasn’t so endearing, because he doesn’t know the first thing about how to be himself. he’s not even sure he knows who “himself” is. so he watches when stiles bursts into song in the middle of a sentence, or cries at a sappy movie without shame, or dances around the kitchen while he makes them a snack after school, or lets himself go completely when jackson’s kissing him. and it makes his stomach twist in jealousy, because he wants to be like that. he wants to do shit like that without thinking twice about it. but that doesn’t fit into the prim and proper and perfect version of himself that everyone expects. that stiles expects. 

stiles brings it up eventually, inevitably, asks him why he’s so damn stoic all the time. and jackson considers lying, shutting him down, like he always has with anyone that ever tries to get too close, but he realizes he doesn’t want to. he wants stiles to know him, or at least, what little of him there is to know. so he tells him everything, keeping his tone indifferent and emotionless, like it wouldn’t fucking wreck him if this relationship crashed and burned.

stiles listens to him intently and laughs when he’s finished, and jackson’s eyes go wide and he prepares himself for the rejection, the abandonment. 

“you’re an idiot,” stiles says, but it’s fond. “i don’t give a shit if you’re the perfect jackson whittemore. i like you because you’re jackson, okay? just jackson. whoever you wanna be is who i wanna be with.”

he pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps around on it until music starts playing, and he gets up off the couch and holds his hand out to jackson, says “come on, dance with me.”

so he does. he lets his walls come down for the first time he can remember since he put them up so carefully. they spend over an hour dancing around stiles’ living room like idiots and screaming along to every song at the top of their lungs, and that’s that. 

jackson stops being scared after that, as long as he’s with stiles.