#stackson fic

[goddamnblazeinthedark]

A03 Wattpad

📸: @adrianfridge

[stiles-ao3-centric]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Original Characters, Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin Additional Tags: Teen Wolf Rare Pair Exchange, Accidental Stimulation, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Language Kink, Scent Marking, Claws, Lack of control, Werewolf Jackson Whittemore, Hair-pulling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Domestic, Gentleness, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Jackson, Jealousy, Public Display of Affection, Protectiveness, Intercrural Sex, Miscommunication, Light Angst, mild homophobia, Past Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate, Sharing a Bed, Accidental Transformation 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.

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“The Scars That You Can't See” by OnTheGround2012

Character/s: Stiles, Jackson (mentioned), Adam Carter Summary:  After Jackson disappeared, Stiles was left wondering what had happened to him. In this final chapter, Adam phones Stiles with some news.   Author’s Notes: Questioning, Angst, Fluff, Future fic, 1125 words. This is last part of “What If It's You?” (7/7) Thanks so much to @flintsredhair who betaed this chapter. Feedback & kudos are always great.

There must be just three seconds since the phones rings until Stiles answers it. For the last two days he hasn’t had his phone out of sight.

“Adam?”

“He’s alive. Stiles, he is alive.”

“Oh thank god. Thank you. Thank you!”

“You don’t need to thank me.” Adam smiles.

“I know.” But what are you supposed to say in a case like this? He’s never been through this before. Adam can’t blame him if he doesn’t know what’s the right way to react.

“I told you to trust him, didn’t I? I told you he’s too headstrong to die out there. I said we’d find him.”

“Yes, you did. You did, I know. But excuse me if I’ve seen too many spy series to be the most optimistic person in the world.”

“Well, I trained him, okay? I know what he’s capable of dealing with. And you’ll have him back home soon, so you can stop worrying.”

“How soon is soon?”

“Well, it depends on his recovery. He’ll probably need to stay in the hospital for a few days--”

“Shit. A hospital?” Stiles interrupts him. “I thought you said--”

“I said he’s alive but I didn’t say he’s exactly unscathed…”

Stiles just realises that he got so excited with the confirmation that Jackson was alive, that he totally forgot to ask how he was doing.

“How is he doing? What’s wrong with him? Is he… I mean, is he…?

“He’s got all his members attached, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“All his members? Shit, Adam! That’s not what I was thinking! Is he going to be okay?”

“Stiles…” Adam hesitates, he’s not sure how many details to give over the phone.

“Just tell me already. I can handle it.”

The truth is that even if he knows Stiles can handle it, there’s never an easy way to say it.

“Yes… yes, he’s going to be okay… but it’s going to take a while. This is not something you can fix in a couple of weeks... or a month.”

“What are you talking about?” Stiles walks to the sofa and sits down.

“It’s not that simple… he’s been… well, he’s been tortured. So… he’s gonna need some time.”

Stiles is left speechless for a moment trying to process the information.

“Stiles?” Adam asks after a what seems like too long. “Are you okay?”

“Tortured? What exactly do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. That’s something that series get quite right, actually…”

“Yeah, but what did they do to him? What happened? You don’t have to protect me.”

“Stiles… that’s not… I think you should talk about it with him when he’s here… that is, if he wants to talk about it, and I’m not trying to protect you, okay? All I know is that he’s got a broken leg, a few broken fingers and ribs, he’s lost blood too... and his face… well, he’s not his usual pretty self, as you can imagine. He’s having surgery on his leg as we speak, so you’ll have to wait a few hours to speak to him.”

“And when…” Stiles takes a deep breath. ”When is he going to be here exactly?”

“Our team is preparing his extraction for tomorrow morning. I just need the go ahead from the doctor but yes, hopefully he’ll be back here tomorrow night. I’ll tell you as soon as I have the confirmation.”

Stiles sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“So, you said, he’ll need time but he’ll recover from this, right? You mean that?”

“I think so, yes. Whatever scars he ends up with are not what you should be worried about. I was tortured once… I went through hell and survived, and the following months were hard but I learnt to live with it and the nightmares stopped being so frequent. It got better, eventually… I even started a family. And he’s got you to help him. But most of all, he’s resilient and proud, and I’m sure he’ll deal with it just like I did. If there’s anything I know about him is that he doesn’t give up and he’s too stubborn to let what’s happened end his career… but...”

“But what?” Stiles asks when Adam hesitates.

“Well, for that, he will have to accept help… from us… from you... and that might end up being more difficult… you know how he is.”

“Yeah, I do.” His husband needs to feel like he’s best at everything he does… and if it gets into his head that he wasn’t at the top of his game, he can only imagine how he’s going to feel.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later--”

“Wait!” Stiles interrupts him before Adam can end the call. “I know you’ll say it’s all confidential and shit but when he gets here I’m going to ask him… so, you might as well tell me what you can… I mean, can you tell me what happened? How did you find him at least?”

“Stiles…”

“Please, come on. I’m sure this has nothing to do with the operation and whatever he was doing there.”

“Okay, fine.” It’s not like if Jackson won’t end up sharing what happened sooner or later. “We still don’t know all the details, which I couldn’t tell you anyway, but for some reason his cover was blown and of course, they only kept him alive because they thought they could break him and get valuable information out of him. But a week is too long and we knew he was running out of time. Fortunately, the other operative on this assignment was able to figure out what could have happened and the most probable place where they could be hiding him. So, we sent a team and basically their rescue mission went as smoothly as we could have expected… and he was still alive, so yeah, your husband is a very lucky guy. Apart from a damn good agent. Whatever happened, I know it has nothing to do with his abilities or his performance, and you should know that.”

“Yes, well, I’m not the one you need to tell that.”

Adam snorts and smiles. “Yes… yes, I know… Okay, now I really have to go. We still have to arrange a few things for his return. I’ll let you know when you can talk to him.”

“Okay, yes, thank you Adam,” Stiles says before hanging up.

Stiles leaves the phone on the coffee table, rests his elbows on his knees and hides his face on his hands. He can’t stop the tears of relief and happiness that start welling up in his eyes and escaping down his cheeks. It is the most indescribable feeling.

Holy shit.

He’s alive.

He’s going to see him again.

[screenwritingdyke]

Jackson/Stiles. Ghost hunters AU?

i had something much longer and much more elaborate planned for this but i ended up only getting a little bit done rtuhfjks

“I thought you said this was a fake haunting,” Jackson growled through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, I said I thought it was a fake haunting,” Stiles said.  A couch came flying toward them and Stiles shielded him with his body.  “Obviously I was wrong.”

“No fucking shit.”  Jackson glared at the couch, then at Stiles, and then toward where the couch had flung at them.  “How the hell do you confuse erratic children’s behavior with a poltergeist?”

Stiles huffed as he stood up and held his hand out to Jackson to help him up.  “Shut up and help me deal with this thing.”

Jackson took his hand and pulled himself up and brushed off his jeans.  “You’re lucky I love you.”  A lamp came crashing down at their feet and the lights in the kitchen began flickering.

Stiles looked over at him with a daring grin and began rifling through his backpack.  He tossed a book toward Jackson and picked up a bottle with a cross on it for himself.  “Love you too, baby.  I got the holy water and you can recite the Bible verses.”

Jackson rolled his eyes and flipped to the bookmarked page.  “How does this even work if neither of us are religious?”

Stiles shrugged and started flicking holy water on the walls.  “I think it’s a mix of your aggression and the holy water,” he said.

“So you’re saying that I’m the reason our ghost hunting business is so successful.”

Stiles looked over at him to see Jackson giving him a shit-eating grin and he rolled his eyes.  “You’re so full of yourself.”

Jackson just laughed in response.

He followed Stiles around the house reciting the Bible verses as Stiles flicked the holy water.  Within a few hours, the activity finally began to settle down and both of them felt like a weight had just been lifted off of their chests.

“Is it over?”

Jackson paused for a few moments and glanced around with his wolf eyes.  “I think so.  At least for now.”

Stiles let out a small, happy sigh and grabbed his backpack off of the floor.  “Alright, then.  Another successful haunting de-haunted.  Way to go us.”  He held his hand up to Jackson, who begrudgingly gave him a high five.

“We’ll meet up with the family tomorrow and tell them to call us if anything else happens,” Jackson said.  “At the very least, they’re safe for now.”

Stiles shoved the holy water and Bible back into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder.  “I’ll grab the cameras and you grab the EMF reader from the kitchen?”

“Works for me.”

“Good.  What do you say we celebrate with a couple of beers and some cheese curds?” Stiles asked, waggling his eyebrows.

Jackson smiled and shook his head and said, “You can have the beer.  I’ll have a glass of red wine.”

“Sounds good to me, baby.”  Stiles wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his cheek.  “We make a pretty good team, don’t we?”

Jackson wrapped his arm around Stiles and leaned against him.  “No.  We make the best team.”

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[stiles-ao3-centric]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore Additional Tags: Locker Room, Piercings, Tattoos Summary:

Stiles had spent a lot of time wondering if finally managing to become a werewolf would make Jackson more or less of an enormous dick. What he did not expect, not at all, was Jackson’s fascination with his dick.

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reputation. by c.smith           AO3

Jackson and Stiles have been secretly making out and hanging out for the last two years, since their first kiss Sophomore year on the away bus. They are doing a good job at keeping everything a secret, Jackson dating Lydia and Stiles just being himself, but soon Stiles realizes he can’t hide anymore. Will this revelation make them stronger or mess everything up?

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Stackson Week || Day 1 || Enemies-to-Lovers

Real To Me (2/5) by OnTheGround2012

Character/s: Stiles, Scott, Jackson (mentioned) Summary: When the stranger stops taking the train, Stiles doesn't know what to think. Author’s Notes: 905 words. More characters will appear as the story develops. This is part 2 of “What If It’s You?”.

“He’s gone.” Stiles says as soon as Scott arrives at the bar.

“What do you mean gone?”

“I mean, gone. He’s not taken the train in two weeks. Maybe he’s moved or maybe he drives to work now… I don’t fucking know. All I know is he’s gone. And I don’t even know his name or shit… anything… God, I’m such a loser. I should have listened to you. You were fucking right. You--”

“Stop. Of course, I’m always right but this… torturing yourself now is fucking useless.”

“I know. You think I don’t know! But I can’t help it. What if we were meant to be together and I… I ruined it because I was a coward. I’m such a fucking coward. I’m--”

“You’re not a coward… but you need to trust yourself a lot more than you do. You have a good job and you’re smart. And hell, you’re not bad looking… you have a lot going on for you.”

“So, you’re saying that if I was more confident, this wouldn’t have happened?” Stiles finds that hard to believe right now.

“Probably… I don’t know, okay? I’m just saying that maybe this is a wake up call. Maybe this happened for a reason and the next time, you’ll do what you have to do. No regrets and all that, you know?”

“No regrets. Sure.” That would be good. Right now he’s got like a million of them. Right now he feels like the most stupid guy on earth. “What if there’s not a next time? What if I lost my chance?”

Scott snorts. “I seriously doubt he was your only chance. There are a million guys out there. You just have to find somebody else. Somebody who is real. Somebody whose name you actually know.”

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Stackson Week || Day 2 || Established Relationship

This Time, It's Jackson's Turn by OnTheGround2012

Character/s: Stiles, Jackson, Derek, Melissa, Deaton, Laura (Jackson’s mom/OFC) Summary: It's time for Stiles and Jackson's second child to arrive to this world. Author’s Notes: 1839 words. Mpreg. Jackson can get pregnant because his body changed when he turned from kanima to werewolf.

Stiles is sleeping when he hears his name and Jackson's hand shaking his shoulder vigorously.

"Stiles.... Stiles! Wake up!"

Making an effort he opens his eyes and finds Jackson standing next to the bed looking worried and touching his belly. The light of the bathroom and the lamp on his nightstand on.

"What...?" He asks confused at first... "Are you okay?"

"No. I'm not okay! Do I look okay to you? I think the baby is coming!"

"Are you sure?" Stiles says running his right hand through his hair.

"It's not the first time, remember? Yes! I'm pretty damn sure! This baby wants out of here!" Jackson says touching his stomach. "We have to go."

"Wait... What? I thought there was a week left..." Stiles says getting up to get dressed.

"Yeah, well, obviously the baby doesn't care!" Jackson says as he puts a track suit on as fast he can.

"Did you call Deaton and Melissa? Derek?"

"Just Deaton. I'm sure he'll tell Melissa."

"I'll call Derek." He's not going to bother calling Scott because he knows that Derek will tell the whole pack.

"Fine. Hurry up! I'm gonna call my parents and wake up Daniel. God! This is insane!" The last time there wasn't a kid to wake at 1 am and bring along.

"No, I'll do it," Just call Derek, grab the bag, sit downstairs and breath. We'll be out of here in no time.

Because he knows that Jackson has a bag ready with all kinds of stuff in case they needed to go in a hurry.

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