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The Selkie Prince & Wily Fisherman The selkie prince thinks his life is over when his skin is stolen by the wily fisherman and is shocked when he’s only mildly teased and threatened before being released. He spies on the fisherman for weeks, wondering why he let him go, until he can’t take it anymore. He ventures back on land and demands that the fisherman kidnap him a second time and insist on marrying him.

Unapologetically by @jacksonstilinskis

finished for @stacksonweek (a little bit late but shhh i’m here now) // 24,832 words

After the nogitsune, Stiles is different. He’s quieter, more reserved, chooses his words more carefully instead of letting his every thought spew out of his mouth without a care. He doesn’t say much of anything to anyone these days, actually, other than Scott. So when he shows up at his doorstep at 3:00 AM with an emotionless wave and a bag slung over his shoulder, Jackson’s more than a little surprised.

AKA the post-3B roadtrip fic we all deserved.

STACKSON WEEK 2019!  May 19th - May 25th


We’re excited to bring you another year of celebrating everything Stiles/Jackson!


Stackson Week is for creating Stackson content and also supporting their creators. We welcome any and all types of contributions, whether they be fics, art, gifs, playlists, edits, or whatever else you can come up with. The goal is to celebrate Stiles and Jackson, no matter which form it takes.


We tried to narrow down the optional themes for this year, but instead we gave into the desire to do ALL THE THINGS!


» DAY 1: Media Inspired || Feeling moved by a song or a film? Want to make a playlist? Do a scene reimagine? Incorrect quotes? This is your day for any and all media inspo.


» DAY 2: ABO or OT3 || Bring forth the nontraditional relationship dynamics. Whether it be a world of ABO, an addition of a third, or any combination.


» DAY 3: Fake Dating and/or Roommates || Anything where they’re forced to put up with each other till oops, things happen!


» DAY 4: Enemies-to-Lovers and/or Kinky || Though let’s be real, it’s probably both >:-)


» DAY 5: Established Relationship || Dating life. Wedding proposals. Kid fic. All the longterm feels.


» DAY 6: Nautical or Soulmates || The land of AUs, where they could be pirates, mermaids, selkies. Or maybe just marked as soulmates.


» DAY 7: Dealer’s Choice || Choose a theme, any theme, now make it Stackson.


These themes are merely suggestions. The more Stackson, the better! You may even post multiple works per day. Just know you are not obligated to create something for each and every day.


Please tag your contributions with #stacksonweek2019 (in the first five tags so it actually shows up) so we can reblog everyone’s work! You can also tag @stacksonweek if you want to make sure we don’t miss a thing.


I made this graphic for All I Saw Was You for @stacksonweek. This is chapter 1 of a series but it works as a standalone because that is what it was supposed to be when I wrote it, and that’s why this is the longest chapter by far // 14471 words.

Summary: Stiles and Jackson are happily married until they have an accident that changes everything // The story starts 14 years after the end of season 2.

(...) The sheriff reaches out and holds his right hand. "Son, you were in a car accident three months ago and like the doctor said, you've been in a coma since then." He doesn't want to remember that night when for a while he didn't know if Stiles was dead or alive. "I've been very worried. We all were..." he says, turning to his left to look at Jackson. "We didn't know if you were ever going to wake up." He hadn't felt more helpless in his life. 

That's when Stiles seems to realize that there's somebody else in the room. It's not just his dad; Jackson is next to him and he seems afraid to move, he seems afraid to say something. He doesn't have a smirk on his face. He's looking kind of lost.

Besides, he's not the Jackson he remembers. Like his dad, he also looks older and he's lost that kind of confident look he always carried with him. His features are still beautiful, but he looks thinner and tired.

"What's he doing here?" Stiles points at him with his free hand.

And Jackson is just wondering the same thing. What is he doing there? He can scent the anxiety and confusion coming from Stiles and it is driving his wolf crazy. He can't do any of the things he wants to do, any of the things his wolf is urging him to do. He can't go close to him and kiss him, he can't hug him, he can't tell him he loves him, that he thought Stiles was going to leave him, that he thought he might never open his eyes again.

Jackson fixes his eyes on him. "Stiles... I missed you..." There's a hitch in his breath, "So much." That's all he can think to say. A tear is rolling down his cheek before he can stop it. He's frozen. He's speechless.

Stiles raises both eyebrows and throws his hands wide. "Are you kidding me?" It's all Stiles can say because he doesn't understand anything. His dad and Jackson of all people tearing up by his hospital bed. Something is definitely not right in this picture.

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.”

@stacksonweek 2019

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