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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

! = smut

Last updated: 3/29/2024

Steo:

Masterlist

Sterek:

Wolves with a Spark !

Bonded to a Spark !

Kinktober 2021 (ch: 2, 13, 14, 24)

Kinktober 2022 (ch: 2, 15,

It's Called Courting

Only You can Calm Me Down

Be Good For Me !

Remember What's Lost !

Unexpected Alpha !

Mates of a Different Breed (Steo vs Sterek) !

Sterek Secret Santa 2021

Stisaac:

Heat of the Moment

Lying Through His Teeth

Kinktober 2021 ! (ch: 9)

Kinktober 2022 ! (ch: 6, 12,

A Half Made Whole !

I Can't Lose You

I Care About You

We Can Share

Fragile Bones, Beating Hearts

Steter:

Upholding Traditions

Kinktober 2021 ! (ch: 10, 20, 26)

Kinktober 2022 ! (ch:

Thank the Succubus

But Your Lie Sounded So Sweet

He's A Monster (Not to Me) !

Stackson:

Um, This isn't Your Bed

Kinktober 2021 ! (ch: 4)

Kinktober 2022 ! (ch:

Be My Center

The Lake House

Bruised

Briles:

So Good to Me so Right

Kinktober 2021 ! (ch: 17, 23)

Kinktober 2022 ! (ch: 7, 10,

The Alpha Wolf and the Alpha Coyote (Steo/Briles) !

Gotta be You !

Devenford Academy ! (Tumblr)

Liolan:

A Kitsune's Last Refuge

Familiar with Nightmares

Kinktober 2021 ! (ch: 8)

Yellow Wolfsbane

Nolan's Alpha !

Other Pairs:

Lydia/Chris/Peter !

Stiles x Corey !

Stiles x Chris !

Petopher !

Stiles x Nolan !

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sapphireginger · 1 year

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Title: Don’t Be Talkin’ Bout My Girls

Characters: Stiles Stilinski & Jackson Whittemore

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Warnings:

Homophobic Behavior, Thoughts, Slurs & Etc. Objectification Implied Past Rape/Non-Con of a Minor Toxic Masculinity

Square Filled: Stiles x Jackson For: @lgbtqbingo

WC: 3,588

Summary:

Amber eyes found each of the attackers in the sea of students once more and smirked. “You came after me and while that was bad, I would’ve left you alone but then you came after my people. You came after my friends, my best friends. You. Came. After. My. Girls.”

Stiles had one best friend that he had known since diapers. Her name was Heather but when they were five years old, Heather’s father got a job and they had to move. It sucked and Stiles was really upset about it. He would watch the window, hoping it was just a joke and any minute she’d be back.

School started in the fall and Heather hadn’t come back. Stiles was really sad, but when he got to his kindergarten classroom, Stiles met Erica who became his closest friend. She was Catwoman and he was Batman.

After Erica was Allison who they called Ally, Hayden and Tracy, rounding out their group to four lovely ladies and one gorgeous guy. Then by the time they reached eight grade it was Stiles, Erica, Ally, Tracy, Hayden, Kira and Lydia. No one understood it. It made no sense to anyone. How was it possible for one guy to have all female friends and not be sleeping with at least two of them?

Freshman year of high school, Stiles tried out for the soccer team. He made it and got slotted into first string. Then came Sophomore year of high school and Stiles was first string once more as well as an alternate for captain.

Some of the guys on Stiles’s soccer team, who fancied some of the girls Stiles was friends with, decided to see if they could go through him, thereby getting an in with the girls. He was one of them, one of the guys, and they tried to get him to put in a good word for them with a couple of the girls.

However, Stiles would only scoff and tell them if they wanted to ask one of his friends out, then they had better grow a pair and do it themselves. That got him beat up and dumped in the shower. They turned on the freezing cold water, gagged him, tied him up and shouted slurs at him over and over again until he passed out. Then they left him there, snickering and elbowing each other. It was only after they left that they regretted not taking a picture for posterity.

The team left, shutting off all the lights and wondered how the little bitch would get home without his clothes which they decided last minute to take with them. A round of high fives was exchanged before they all parted ways, eager for the reactions of the rest of the school when they saw the state the little shit was in.

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However, the next day when the attackers leaned against their lockers and waited with glee to see just how cowed the amber eyed boy would be, they were stunned into silence.

When the school doors opened, Stilinski was there all right. However, he was now in a pair of purple spandex shorts, a long sleeved white Henley, a black and gray sleeveless vest, and his lucky converse, one pink and one blue. To top off the look he had pair of black rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He looked so soft and dare some of his peers say...cuddly? That in itself was shocking as it was the antithesis of his usual attire, but then, flanking him on both sides and covering him from behind, were Ally, Erica, Tracy, Hayden, Lydia, and Kira. Those six were joined by the newest girls, Danielle and Heather. Heather had moved back that past weekend and of course, she was right by Stiles’s side just like she always had been before.

While Stiles was more feminine in his appearance, the girls were more slightly masculine. They wore white skinny jeans, pink or purple t-shirts-alternating with each girl-and blue leather jackets. Their feet sported gray heeled boots or gray converse, once again alternating with each girl. The guys felt a bit intimidated and horny all at once. It wasn't what any of them had expected of today.

The group walked through the halls with their heads held high and ignored everyone else. Students watched with a myriad of expressions ranging from envy, jealousy and hatred to longing, disappointment and hope.

Everywhere Stiles was, the girls would be too. Wherever the girls were, Stiles would be there as well. No one could explain it but a couple of the guys from the soccer team who felt snubbed, convinced some cheerleaders from a rival school to help them out. It was easy to steal a couple journals and sneak some photos.

When they saw that most of the girls were drawn to other girls, they were furious, but the biggest revelation was that Stiles was asexual. That set off all the guys who were interested in the girls. It was obvious Stilinski didn’t want the girls in the way the rest of the guys did. So why the fuck was he keeping those beauties from the ones who did want them?

Why was he standing between those girls and the guys who could show them what real men are like? It wasn’t like they would ever find out from Stilinski. After all, the guy was a fucking fairy anyway. Everyone knew he had a boyfriend, but no one had ever seen said boyfriend. Therefore, a lot of people didn't believe the guy. Another reason it pissed the guys off was because they didn't believe he was truly asexual either. None of them could imagine not wanting sex or to fuck some pretty little thing. Maybe he didn't want to fuck the girls, but the guys exchanged a look with sadistic smirks. Perhaps he was a pillow biter and a fag.

It looked like the guys would be doing some more ass whooping on the Stilinski kid. He needed to learn a lesson and they were more than willing to make sure it got beaten into him if necessary.

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Sunday night, the guys broke into the school and got everything set up for the following morning.

Monday morning, the halls were plastered with photos of the girls, copies of diary entries and worst of all, a photo of Stiles with bruises and some other unexplained markings had been blown up. Not that the guys cared. The little shit deserved it.

However, none of them took into account that Stiles as Student Body President and a TA was always there early before classes started. His eyes widened when he saw the photos, diary entries and the photo of himself. The hour he had before people showed up was usually spent helping the principal and the teachers but that day it was spent clearing the entire school of every single picture and diary entry. He nearly threw up when he tore down the picture of himself.

Once again, the guys were filled with sadistic glee as they hopped out of their sports cars and stalked up to the school doors. They were feeling victorious and confident that what they had done would finally knock Stilinski down for good. If not, well, they’d take a more drastic action. As it was, they were hoping to see tears but that was not what happened.

In fact, there wasn’t time to go to class or to their lockers as the principal announced over the intercom that there would be an all school assembly instead of first and second period. No one knew why but they didn’t have a choice. So, irked that they hadn’t gotten to see the look on the little shit’s face, the guys decided they’d handle it after the assembly. Everyone filed into the auditorium and took a seat, waiting to see what was going on.

As per usual, Stiles, as Student Body President, spoke to the students. Today he was wearing pair of skinny jeans, a white Henley and his glasses once more, rounding the outfit out with a pair of pink, blue and purple converse. As he spoke, his words were clear, concise and he articulated in a tone that was icy and cold. The rage he felt after what he had witnessed, was like fire waiting to be unleashed. The guys who had it out for him ignored the way they all gulped in response.

Then Stiles began. “Good morning, Beacon Hills High. Good morning teachers, staff, faculty and students. I know it might seem sudden that we are having an assembly out of the blue but honestly this has been a long time coming. I have a few things to say, and those for whom the words are intended will know who they are.

“To the ones it may concern, I could not care less about what you say to me. I could not care less what you say about me. I could not care less about what you do to me. What I do care about are my friends, my best friends. What I do care about are my girls. So, don’t you dare talk about my girls! I do not care why you feel the need to do to me what you did. I do not care why you feel the need to say to me what you have. I do not care why you feel the need to say about me the things you have said. As I said, say to and about me what you want. As I said, do to me what you want. I do not care but coming after the ones I love and will protect with everything I have, is where you–Sorry Principal Martin–is where you fucked up!

“These beautiful, strong, brave, intelligent, gorgeous women are worth so much more than your lust, your hunger, your desire, your degradation, your humiliating words and I know this because I know them. They are my best friends and have been for years. I know what you guys say about them when they aren’t there. Such gentlemen, right? You say they probably taste good, feel good, and smell good. You say they probably moan prettily, and say they probably beg beautifully. You even talk about their ‘O faces’ and flushed cheeks because you think you’ll do that great at pleasing them. You’re sick and think only with your dicks. The way you view women as objects for your own sexual gratification is exactly why you are not worthy of them, their time, their smiles, their laughter, their touch or their hugs.

“They don’t deserve to be seen as a prize to be won, a pound of flesh to satisfy your carnal desires, an object, or any other degrading thing.

“As for me? Well, in case you didn’t know already, my name is Stiles Stilinski. I am Student Body President here at Beacon Hills High and as usual I was here early today. When I arrived on campus this morning, I came across a disturbing, disgusting and degrading sight. On the walls, the windows, the doors and even the ceiling as well as the bathroom mirrors were the evidence of how you view me and my girls. I saw the pictures, the private diary entries and more. Perhaps, you thought it would scare us or break us up. Perhaps you thought it would beat me down or scare me. Perhaps you thought it would hurt me, but it didn’t accomplish that. You were not successful, and you should know this–” He cut off and looked up, his eyes alight with a smug rage. “We know who did it.”

A ripple of murmuring went through the student body at his words, and the guys on the soccer team blanched, their faces paling. They sat up straighter, determined not to be cowed.

Stiles smirked and shrugged one shoulder. His eyes found his best friends, Erica’s smile being the one to help calm him so he could continue. “Then of course there was a picture of me. I bet you felt clever. I bet you felt proud, and reveled in the pain you expected it to cause me. I wonder if, when I tell you what that picture is from, if you will still feel that way.”

His eyes lock onto the captain of the soccer team. “The picture that you had blown up of me was the aftermath of an assault. That picture was of what happened when I came out as biromantic asexual to a friend from another school and was overheard. That picture is the fate I suffered for being who I am. That picture was from the night I was raped. I was raped, beaten, drugged and left for near dead just a few blocks from the school. It was my best friends, Erica, Tracy and Ally, who found me and got me the medical attention I needed.”

He takes a breath, shuddering as he slowly inhales and exhales. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be asexual and have no desire for sex? Do you have any idea what it’s like to be raped even if you were the most sexual person on the planet? Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t. I don’t know if any of you do but let me tell you something. Listen up because here’s the honest to hell truth. It was excruciating and I blacked out. The guy who–” He cut off and locked eyes with Tracy who had a rage filled expression but came to stand beside him. She linked their fingers together and squeezed his hand to ground him.

“You can do this, Bambi,” she whispered, soft enough for his ears only.

Stiles nodded and looked back at the sea of students. “The guy who raped me, drugged me, beat me up and left me for dead is here. He’s a senior, with a full ride scholarship to Stanford of all places. I wonder if that would change if they knew what he’s done.” Amber eyes locked onto the senior who was frozen in terror with a murderous expression on his face as Stiles continued, “You can run if you want but they’re waiting for you.”

At the far right side of the auditorium a guy with a letterman jacket jumped up and bolted towards the double doors. He didn’t make it more than a few feet before he was taken down by Deputy Parrish, also known as Stiles’s older brother Jordan.

He held up his hand a small black remote visible. “So, consider this retribution.”

He pressed a button on the small remote and the lights dimmed slightly. Everyone looked up to see images and videos on the projector screen for everyone to see. There was detailed proof and clear evidence of what the guys had done to him and his girls. Every single one of the ones responsible for the photos, diary entries and more were exposed to everyone at the school.

“Thank you for your time, Beacon Hills High,” he said into the microphone after the video stopped, leaving thirteen pictures up on the screen. Each a culprit that had been called out for what they had done. He let Tracy lead him away and was immediately swarmed by the girls. He was grateful when the principal allowed him to head home. It was a surprise to him that all eight of his friends were dismissed as well.

That night Stiles painted Lydia’s toenails while Ally painted his and a movie played in the background. It was perfect. He loved his girls. Ally, Danielle, Erica, Hayden, Heather, Kira, Lydia, and Tracy. They were his best friends, and he was theirs. They became a pack, a group of close knit friends that were like family.

By the end of their junior year, they gained Malia, Cora, Laura, Paige, Lori and Caitlin, bringing their group, their pack, their family, to a total of fourteen beautiful young women and one handsome young man. At least that’s what the girls would label Stiles as, despite his protests that were only halfhearted at best.

The girls would teasingly call Stiles their alpha and pack mom. It made Stiles preen and the girls laughed fondly at the guy who they trusted with everything. He had proven himself to them over and over again and they would always be there for him. After all, he had always, always was and always would be there for them.

The sound of his phone ringing startled all of them, but Stiles grinned as he had a feeling, he knew who it was.

"Hey Jax!"

"Hey, Bambi. How did it go today?"

Stiles chewed his lip and shrugged even though his boyfriend couldn't see it. "It was okay."

Tracy scoffed. "It was better than okay, Stiles."

The other girls nodded in agreement before Paige spoke up. "You stood up for all fourteen of us, Stiles. That's not just a simple okay thing. It was amazing." She offered him a sweet smile. Paige had always been one of the sweetest of them.

"I swear those guys looked ready to piss themselves." Erica crowed with a snicker.

"Did you guys see the way Jordan took down the asshole who tried to run?" Cora said with a smirk. "Bet he will have a lot of fun in prison."

All of the girls continued to talk about how awesome Stiles had been and brave and then delved into other topics. Meanwhile, Jackson listened to his boyfriend try to downplay it again.

"It really wasn't much, Jax. I just did what anyone would do," he whispered from his place at the doorway. He didn't regret it at all, but he never knew what to do with compliments.

"I know you may think that, love. However, not everyone would do what you did. Are you doing okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Stiles asked, chewing on his thumb.

Jackson sighed softly. "Because you came out to the entire school, brought up the attack, stood up to those guys and-"

"Okay, Jax," Stiles said. "I hear you. I guess I'm okay. I mean, I–" He cut off and sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "When will you be home?"

"Well, I actually am just landing in Cali."

Stiles's eyes widened and he squeaked. "You're here? Where? When will you be here? How long? Can you speed? I wanna see you! I need cuddles!"

A laugh echoed through the phone. "I'll be there soon, Little Fawn."

"Is that a promise?"

"There's nowhere else I want to be. I'll text you when I'm close."

"Oh no you won't mister!" Stiles chided. "No texting and driving. I'll just track you like any normal person."

Jackson scoffed. "Uh huh. Well, you're lucky you're cute."

Stiles blushed and rolled his eyes with a playful, pleased smile on his face. "You love me and all my awesomeness."

"What gave it away?" Jackson teased.

"Oh, let's see..." Stiles started. "The kisses and the cuddles. The peanut butter and chocolate shakes from heaven but oh so sinful. I could go on for hours and by then you'd already be here. So, you just get here safe and sound. Then I'll talk your ears off."

Another chuckle from Jackson made Stiles smile wider. "Yes, sir, Little Fawn. I'll be there before you know it, but I do have to attend to a minor injury now."

"Injury?!?!" Stiles squawked.

"Mhm. I have to pick my ears up off the floor. I mean you did talk them off already."

Stiles pouted. "Hardy, har, har," Stiles said dryly.

"Don't pout, Bambi. Especially when I'm not there to kiss the pout away."

"Then hurry back." He glanced over his shoulder to see the girls setting up for family fun night and smiled at them. "I'm gonna get my butt back in the living room. It's game night you know?"

"Okay. I'll see you soon."

Stiles sighed happily. "I love you, Jax."

"Love you more, Bambi. And hey?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm proud of you, Little Fawn."

The tips of Stiles's ears matched his cheeks with the new wave of blush triggered by the praise. "Thank you," he whispered.

"You're welcome. Bye."

"Bye."

Stiles hung up and slipped his phone into his pocket. He scrubbed his hands down his face and sighed, missing the sound of fourteen vibrations in the living room.

[Jax-in-the-Box] Cuddle the fuck out of him for me please?

The girls grinned at each other, sending off a confirmation. Finally, after retrieving snacks and drinks, Stiles-their fearless leader-returned.

He gazed around at his friends as they all chatted about the upcoming summer before senior year and the plans they had made as a group. He smiled, giving his opinion when they asked but mostly just listened. He didn’t care that he was the only guy. It didn’t matter to him. He felt fiercely loyal and protective over his girls. He loved each and every single one of them.

When he started to nod off later that night, he was shuffled into the center while all fourteen of his girls wrapped around him. It was family. It was love and it was home. There was only one thing–one person–missing.

He snapped a quick photo and sent it off to Jackson with a smile.

[Bambi] #definition of family Hurry home babe!

[Jax] Save me a spot, Little Fawn. xx

[Bambi] No saving needed, Jax. There's always a place for you. x

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wipbigbang · 1 year

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WIP Big Bang 2023 Round Starting April 1st!

What is the WIP Big Bang? Good question! This is a Big Bang with one goal in mind: to clean out your fanfic drafts folder. These are stories that were unfinished for whatever reason, that authors returned to and completed, and the art that goes with them!

Please read our FAQ/check out our schedule for more details.

#signal boost #fandom event #teen wolf #scott mccall #allison argent #stiles stilinski #derek hale #lydia martin #jackson whitemore #malia tate #kira yukimura #peter hale #chris argent

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beecakescafe · 2 years

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🐺 𝙏𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙍𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 🐺

Hi! I’m Bee (18+) and I’m a Literate looking for anyone who is interested in doing a teen wolf roleplay. I am specifically looking for DOUBLES (Oc x Cc) and we can move to discord!

Wanted characters :

❍ - 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙠𝙞

𝘿𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙚 ❍

𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚

► 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚂𝟷 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

► 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝟹 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜.

► 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 BxG, GxB 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜. (𝚘𝚌 𝚡 𝚌𝚌)

► 𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝙼𝚡𝙵 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙵𝚡𝙵 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.

► 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

If you’re interested, you can either message me or like this and i’ll message you back! 🥰

#discord rp #doubles roleplay #doubles #2x2 #teen wolf rp #teen wolf #teen wolf roleplay #derek hale x oc #stiles stilinksi x oc #jackson whitemore #oc rp #roleplay #rp #original character roleplay #detailed #fandom roleplay #detailed roleplay #literate rp

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wulfnerd · 8 months

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Falling for You, sterek, g, 100w ◌ Derek has a hard-hitting basketball practice. [ao3] For @sterekdrabbles, 07 Aug (pale, new, intend)

“Hey, Hale! Looks like your boyfriend’s here.”

Derek’s looking to the stands before he can tell Jackson to shut up or deny anything.

He catches his crush at the perfect moment—Stiles is stretching into a yawn, exposing a sliver of his pale stomach, and—Derek’s falling, hit in the face by a basketball.

Boyd gives him a hand up—Derek doesn’t fault him for the judgemental look—and he’s good as new, if not a little embarrassed.

Whitemore’s smirking at him as they restart the game—he definitely intended for that to happen. He’s going to pay for that.

#sterek drabble #sterekdrabbles #mine.app

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samnyangie · 2 years

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I wanted to share this before the pride month ends! They’re not written by me, this is the original post

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Robert Sean Leonard and LGBTQ+

On Stage

The Invention of Love by Tom Stoppard. Broadway, 2001.

RSL won a Tony and Outer Critics Circle Award for his portrayal of gay poet and scholar A.E. Housman, who struggles with his feelings towards his best friend and the love of his life, Moses Jackson.

The Violet Hour by Richard Greenberg. Broadway, 2004.

RSL played John Pace Seavering, an ostensibly straight character who nonetheless shares kisses with another man (played by future House guest star Scott Foley).

Fifth of July by Lanford Wilson. Broadway, 2003 (also Los Angeles).

RSL played a gay disabled Vietnam veteran, Ken Talley, living with his boyfriend in his childhood home and dealing with visiting relatives and friends over a summer weekend.

The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams. Baltimore (Center Stage), 1997.

RSL played Tom, the fictional alter-ego of Williams (who was gay) in this autobiographical play about his family. Read an interview with RSL about Tennessee Williams.

The Shadow Box by Michael Cristofer. Benefit reading, 1994.

RSL played Mark, the young lover and caretaker of Brian (Christopher Reeve), a gay man dying from an unnamed disease assumed to be cancer. The performance of this 1977 Pulitzer Prize winning play was held to benefit a high school drama teacher in Tuscon, Arizona, who was fired for attempting to stage it due to its homosexual themes.

Into the Woods by James Lavine and Stephen Sondheim. Broadway workshop, 1987.

RSL played Jack (of Jack & the Beanstalk fame) in this musical about fairy tales. No expressly gay themes, but composed by openly gay LGBT icon Stephen Sondheim.

Breaking the Code by Hugh Whitemore. Broadway, 1987-1988.

A biographical play based on the life of Alan Turing (played by Sir Derek Jacobi), so-called father of the computer - a brilliant young man who, during WWII, helped to break the German submarine Enigma code. The play deals with his personality, his love of mathematics and also his homosexuality, for which he spent some time in prison. RSL played Christopher Morcom, a schoolmate who was Turing's first love and whose death, at the age of 17, was to leave a permanent mark on Turing's character. Description from this site. Read the thoughts of Andrew Hodges, on whose book the play was based.

Coming of Age in Soho by Albert Innaurato. The Public Theater, circa 1985.

The play concerns a writer named Bartholomew "Beatrice" Dante, who has fled to Soho to escape his wife of fourteen years and to come to terms with his art and his homosexuality. RSL understudied the role of Puer, an "astonishingly precocious teenager" who informs Beatrice that he is his son by a German terrorist with whom Beatrice had a brief but intense fling.

On Film

A Glimpse of Hell, directed by Mikael Salomon.

A 2001 cable movie which originally aired on FX, based on a 1989 incident that occurred aboard the USS Iowa when an explosion killed 47 sailors. RSL plays Dan Meyer, a Naval lieutenant who questions the Navy's official findings, which blamed the event on a homosexual relationship between two of the sailors.

In the Gloaming, directed by Christopher Reeve.

A 1997 cable movie which originally aired on HBO. RSL plays Danny, a young gay man dying of AIDS who returns home to be in his mother's care (played by Glenn Close). The DVD release date is unknown, but VHS copies are still available.

Books

The Short History of a Prince by Jane Hamilton, 1999.

RSL narrates this novel about the family struggles and coming of age of Walter McCloud, a gay teenager in the Midwest. The audiobook is out of print but you can still buy the novel.

Other

Auditioned for a role in "To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar"

“Douglas Carter Beane wrote the screenplay for “To Wong Foo,” and recalled all the actors’ auditions for the film. “John Cusack looked just like his sister Joan. Robert Sean Leonard was stunningly beautiful, Audrey Hepburn. James Spader—also beautiful. Willem Dafoe looked the way Mary Tyler Moore does now—the Joker’s sister, with that mouth. John Turturro—not pretty.”“

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+I want to add, to my knowledge he’s listed as one of the actors funding broadway support organisation including AIDS/HIV

You can see he’s listed in this link

#robert sean leonard #rsl #lgbtq #queer #pride month #theatre #film #broadway

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youngsamanda · 1 year

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unhinged questions and general complaints about the teen wolf movie that i did not watch y’all are welcome to correct me on things i might’ve understood from the clips i’ve seen and insane plotlines read

why does derek have a white ass child when he was with braeden the last time we saw him and they did confirm that was who derek had a child w at their like last con for the show .... i have so many questions about THAT in particular ok

also i know jeff davis hates women especially women of color so i’m not surprised he replaced kira with an exact copy which is what he did with erica and then cora and then malia bc this man writes women with the intensity of a man from the victorian era

derek willingly ???? orphans his child ????? when he was a fucking orphan himself ... like that’s a stupid choice but ok

allison being back was the draw but i’m not watching this SHIT so like explain to me how she is alive and also aged bc i get it ... crystal is older it’s been nine years and i love crystal but allison died a seventeen yr old girl wouldn’t she be resurrected as one and not her whole ass adult self bc they are like what early thirties now ????

not only did i suffer through like a whole six or so seasons of slowburn for stydia but they dismantled it immediately and killed (???) stiles ??? jeff davis ur public enemy number one i will find you lock ur fucking doors hag

not the weird sterek bullshit i’m sorry but this is the gay rep y’all wanted ?? A TEENAGE BOY AND A GROWN MAN ???? not to say jeff shouldn’t have written an actual main gay couple bc totally agree on that but what in the wholly hell ... i might as well be on death’s door

on that point the absolute brainwashing this show did at convincing people it was totally ok to ship grown ass adult characters with TEENAGERS ??? idc that lydia was played by a grown women y’all shipping her with parrish were WEIRD

also parrish is with malia ???? why ??? and also how ??? last time we saw her she was in a weird forced romance with scott but okay whatever u guys say

did i need to see peter hale again? why is he here? i am a peter hale hater that creep can choke for all i care

we could’ve had thiam instead of fake kira and liam wHO KEPT THE NOGITSUNE IN A SPICE JAR? BUT SOMEONE FORGOT TO TELL CODY AND LIKE ALL THE POC ON THE SHOW THAT THEY WERE MAKING A MOVIE

i wonder if isaac is mentioned at all did they just like let him fall into the tv character blackhole ???

also why is the evil weird science teacher from s2 the villain like what in the hell is the relevance of that unless it has to do w jackson because i know the thing he was killed that dude but also .... i hate jackson whitemore that miserable abusive bastard played by a racist doesn’t get a pass cause jeff decided to make him gay years later

this movie isn’t real it can’t hurt me

#teen wolf spoilers #teen wolf movie spoilers #just in case any of y'all care #i will only be giffing crystal and if anyone else like commissions someone otherwise get this away from me

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graduateinsterek · 2 years

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Nice Sterek Fics: A Rec

Some fics I've read recently

*The Wolves Who Cried Boy - andara, SWlfangirl

5k, 1/1, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whitemore, Fluff & Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Pack Feels

In which almost none of the wolves know the true meaning of the word emergency and Stiles just wants to relax.

*when life gives you werewolves - piratetattoos

20k, 1/1, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Hale Pack, Happy Ending, Werewolf Culture, Good Alpha Derek Hale, Getting Together

Stiles gets bitten by a rogue alpha, who is then killed by Derek. Post Season 3b.

*spark a fire, burn the stars - graveltotempo

68k, 6/6, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Season 3A, Hale Pack 2.0, Scott McCall Redemption, Spark Stles Stilinski

Stiles accidentally wills a hunter dead while trying to save Erica and Boyd from the basement, unthreading a tapestry of magic, betrayal, power, lies, love and secrets woven all around Beacon Hills.

*Hoax - auntimoonshine

7k, 3/3, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, ANGST, FBI Stiles, Slow Burn

It's been 6 years since Stiles left Beacon Hills. For five of those he has met Derek Hale in a diner once a year, so they can catch up and exchange information that could help both of their jobs. But Stiles has his heart on his sleeve, and Derek would do anything to not hurt Stiles again.

*let's play pretend (who knows what it'll lead to) - EllaYuki

1k, 1/1, FBI Stiles, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Pre Relationship

Not for the first time, Derek finds himself in trouble with the police. Also not for the first time, Stiles finds a way to get him out of said trouble. Though maybe not it the most conventional of ways.

#sterek fics #sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek hale x stiles stilinski #scott mcall #lydia martin

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 2 years

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The texts

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42538794

by GuardianOfThePeanut

Stiles accidentally spills coffee on Lydia's shirt and she is pissed, so she outs his relationships with older men to the pack.

Words: 0, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Chris Argent, Peter Hale

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Rafael McCall/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: text fic, Bullying, Gossip, mean lydia Martin, Stiles like older men, And Assholes, mean jackson whitemore, Stiles is An Adult, Mention of underage bad touch

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42538794

#ao3feed #teen wolf #steter #fanfic #peterstiles

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msmischief101 · 3 years

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♙Pairing: Stackson ♙Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Danny Mahealani, Brett Talbot, ♙Warnings: [I tried] None ♙Words: 5139 ♙ Stiles Rarepair Week Day 5: future/post-canon exploration

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for @voidstilesplease, I really hope you like it. I tried, I really did 😂

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“So,” Lydia’s dark red lips curl into a dangerous smile, “how was your date?”

Stiles slumps onto the chair next to her, gesturing for a drink. “She was… nice.”

Lydia grimaces. “That bad?”

“It wasn’t that bad.” Not at all. The girl is gorgeous and smart and such a sweetheart. They talked the whole night, Stiles yet again lied about his job while she swooned about being a kindergarten teacher. They even had the same humor and adoration for Star Wars. It should have been perfect. They should’ve been perfect. And yet, halfway through the date, Stiles found himself to be utterly bored. As nice as she is, that’s the problem.

“Sweetheart, if you describe a girl as ‘nice’ after a date, it was exactly that bad.”

Groaning, Stiles puts his head on his arms. “I’m doomed to die alone.”

Lydia pats his shoulder comfortingly. “No, no. You just need to be less picky.” Less picky. Stiles isn’t picky at all. “Or you gotta look somewhere you never thought you’d find someone.”

Squinting, Stiles lifts his head again and studies her expression. She looks so perfectly innocent behind her Martini glass, Stiles knows for a fact that there’s evil brewing behind that pretty face of hers. “What?”

“Nothing.” Lydia raises her free hand defensively. “I’m just saying that maybe dating apps aren’t your thing. Maybe you should look at those around you.” She raises one of her perfectly plucked brows. It doesn’t matter how innocent she pretends to be, she’s planning some shit. If she’s in a mood like that, Lydia cannot be trusted.

Stiles straightens again, thanking the barkeeper for his drink. Befriending Ryan was one of the best choices they could’ve made because the guy makes the best cocktails, and for some reason, he always seems to know exactly how strong his drink needs to be. Today’s cocktail concoction has enough vodka to make his Polish genes more than a little happy. He sighs and turns to Lydia. “I’m not dating anybody from my team.”

Lydia rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t talking about your team. There are more people in your life than your team.”

“Well…” Stiles drums his fingers onto the bar, tipping his glass this way and that, “sure, there are a lot of people working at HQ.” But from another team. It’s hard enough that Stiles is working all over the country more often than not. If his partner were to work at the FBI as well, their relationship would be a tragedy before it even begins. “And there are the various people making sure I don’t starve to death or am under-caffeinated.” None of them really sticks out if he’s perfectly honest. “And then there’s you and Ryan, which…” he trails off, waving his hand around a little. Lydia and he dated for a month until admitting to each other that it feels like dating their sibling.

Lydia studies him over the edge of her glass. “Nobody else? What about deputies? Or lawyers?”

“Not since Jackson specialized in supernatural cases.”

“Jackson?” Lydia almost sounds as if that’s some kind of surprise to her… which it is not. She’s friends with Jackson and Danny. Stiles knows for a fact that they’re seeing each other on a regular basis. For her to act surprised makes zero sense.

“Speaking of Jackson,” Stiles says, running his fingers along his glass, “I have the questionable honor to spend tomorrow evening with him. Any tips?”

Lydia’s eyes widen. So does her smile. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing spectacular, it’s just a work date. We gotta go over some files.”

“What top do you want then?”

Stiles shrugs. “On how to keep him tolerable for a few hours.”

Lydia chuckles. “He’s not that bad, you know?”

Oh, Stiles knows. Jackson is not like he used to be; well, mostly. He’s still a spoiled piece of shit, but he’s not acting like a dick every second of every day. Stiles does not want to smack him either. However, it’s the first time he’s completely alone with Jackson. Stiles suggested his office, but Jackson insisted they meet at his penthouse. As if Stiles needs a reminder that Jackson is getting richer every single day. Stiles is still living in the same flat he’s lived in during his studies. It’s not that he couldn’t afford something better, but he’s almost never home anyway.

“I don’t wanna talk about work any longer.”

“Jackson does not have to be ‘just work’,” Lydia says, quirking a brow. “He can be fun too.”

Stiles furrows his brow. “You mean a friend.” He’s just making sure because her definition of fun usually involves no clothes and lots of moaning. So, Stiles isn’t entirely sure what Lydia is insinuating. “Right?”

“Yes.” Lydia looks at him, smiling a little too innocently. “What did I say?”

“How many Martinis did you have?”

She grins and sips on her drink. Oh, this is going to be a long night.

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"That's not enough proof."

"How is this not enough proof?" Stiles slams his right hand on the file, narrowing his eyes. "Dude had fourteen bodies in his basement's built-in freezer." He taps on the papers aggressively, as if that's going to change anything. "Fourteen, Jackson. Two of those bodies are those of missing girls." What more do they need to get this wendigo behind bars? No judge or jury would consider this guy innocent… unless his defense attorney is better than Jackson and the evidence they do have. That shouldn’t be possible. He was a fantastic defense attorney and a fucking pain in Stiles’ ass on more than one occasion.

Jackson crosses his arms, sinking deeper in his designer armchair. "And five of those bodies come from the morgue. Including papers."

"That's five against nine unaccounted bodies." Stiles crosses his arms over his thighs.

"I know that," Jackson says, now leaning forward to do the same. "But the defense is going to argue that everything he did was legal." He quirks a brow and reaches for his bottle of beer.

Stiles has the urge to bang his head against the wall. Instead, he props his chin on his hand and studies Jackson. To be perfectly honest, Stiles is glad that Jackson is finally on his team. Hopefully, he’s going to do an even better job now that he’s a state attorney. After all, they’re sitting on a powder keg. It’s only going to be a matter of time until the supernatural will be known everywhere, and when that happens, they need to prove to the humans that they don’t have to be afraid, that everything is under control and the supernaturals are treated just as strictly as any human would. Jackson as an attorney can make this happen even if working with him is going to drive Stiles up the wall.

“We haven’t found anything for the other bodies.”

“That doesn’t mean the evidence doesn’t exist.”

Stiles licks his lips. “You think he met the girls online.” It’s not impossible. Stiles knows about message boards from cannibals for cannibals. If someone offers themselves up to be eaten, Stiles doubts they’ll be bothered if it’s a wendigo instead of a human. “If that’s the case—”

“You think he’s guilty?” Jackson sets the bottle down and leans closer.

“What does that matter?”

“Do you think he’s guilty?”

“Yes.” Stiles pushes the files away from him and slumps back on the couch. “Yes, he’s fucking guilty, okay? But that doesn’t make evidence magically appear.”

Jackson chuckles even though there’s absolutely nothing funny happening right now. “Good.”

“Good?” Scoffing, Stiles reaches for his own beer and takes a swig. He’d rather drink his beer before he says something stupid. The last fucking thing he needs is getting into an argument with Jackson. After all, they’re on the same team now. They need to get along. Arguing is only going to make things so much more complicated.

“Yes, good.” Jackson taps a finger against the bottle in his hand. “Because that means the guy is guilty.”

Stiles snaps his gaze back to Jackson. “What?” What? Did he hear that right? Sure, they’ve been getting along better than they did in high school — even though they haven’t really been enemies back then either — but this kind of niceness, this trust is new. Jackson doesn’t hand it out, and he especially doesn’t hand it to him. It’s a big jump from being something like colleagues to basically saying ‘I trust that your instinct is right even though we don’t have any evidence’.

“If you think this guy belongs behind bars, that’s where he’ll end up.” Jackson shrugs and leans back again.

If Stiles hadn’t known him before, judging by the way he sits in his expensive leather armchair, he would’ve pegged him as a supervillain straight out of a James Bond movie. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Stiles runs a hand through his hair then drinks the rest of his beer in one go. “But what if we don’t find anything?”

“Then that’s the evidence we need.” Jackson crosses his legs. “If we can prove he did not exchange any previous messages with the victims or received any other form of written consent, he broke the law. Simple as that.” Simple as that coming from the guy who’s only having to ask questions and present the evidence, Stiles and his team have to gather within twenty-four hours unless Jackson manages to convince the judge to decide that there is probable cause for the charge. But that should be the least of their problems. Locking him up for the rest of his pathetic life, that’s the problem.

Sighing, Stiles puts the empty bottle back on the table and hides his face in his hands. Tomorrow is going to be one hell of a day. He’s so glad Stiles managed to convince his boss and Danny to join his team. There is nobody else who could get through a workload like that as effectively as Danny Mahealani. Stiles would throw himself out of the window of Jackson’s penthouse. He still might, especially if this job is not going the way he wants it to.

This is more than a little tiring. Catching the guy has already been an exhausting mess, but making sure he stays locked up? That’s a whole other story.

“Come on, Stilinski.” God, Jackson hasn’t called him that since their early High School years. Is that how much time has passed? They’re adults. They’re fucking adults, and they’re both in charge of the safety of humanity by making sure the nutjobs in the supernatural world will be trialed and locked up. “You caught the guy. If you cannot lock him up, nobody else can.”

Stiles rubs his cheeks then lowers his hands and squints at Jackson. “How come you’ve been so abnormally nice to me all of the sudden?”

Jackson quirks a brow, studying him over the rim of the bottle of beer. “What do you mean?”

Did the guy not hear himself talk? All these little compliments, his reassuring Stiles. That’s not Jackson. “You just seem nicer than usual is all.”

With a chuckle, Jackson empties his beer. “I can come up with a couple of insults really quick.” He puts the bottle on the table and folds his arms over his thighs. The shirt tightens around his shoulders and upper arms. He works out. Those biceps are definitely new. Stiles would’ve noticed them before. Right? Right. “Or punch you in the face if you want.”

“Okay, that’s a little excessive, don’t you think?” Stiles presses his lips together, trying his best not to smile. “You never punched me.”

“No,” Jackson agrees, nodding slowly, “but you punched me. Hard.”

“To be fair, you called my dad useless, and Scott expected me to throw my dad to the wolves. Literally.” Stiles bounces his left leg and sighs, running a hand over the nape of his neck. “Still, sorry about that. I should’ve handled that better.” He really should’ve. His anger issues have followed him around for a lot longer than he’d like to admit, but his teenage years really were the worst. “And if it makes you feel better, you’re not the only supernatural creature I’ve punched in the face.” He wriggles his fingers then lowers his hands.

Jackson shrugs. “I did deserve it.”

“Not really.” Shaking his head, Stiles gets to his feet. Nobody deserves to be punched that night. They were all stressed to the max, being hunted by Peter. “Anyway, I should get going.” Jackson being nice and talking about the past makes him feel nostalgic, and he really doesn’t need that right now. He needs a clear head.

“You don’t have to go.”

Stiles hugs the file to his chest, feeling strangely lost as he looks down at Jackson. Part of him doesn’t want to leave. At all. “Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.” He brushes his finger along the side of the file, swallowing heavily. “I’ll call you the second we’ll find something.”

Jackson nods slowly, following him to the elevator. “I’ll keep you updated on the judge.”

“Great.”

“Good.”

They stand there for a moment, and Stiles feels even more lost now. So much more than only a second ago. Maybe he should stay? Just for an hour. Not too long. It’s still early after all. No. No. Stiles hits the button for the elevator. “See you soon.” Why did that come out like a question? “Oh, and thanks for the beer.” The elevator doors slide open with a quiet ding.

“Hey,” Jackson says when the elevator doors slide open, “I can swing by the office… tomorrow? Judge McLoughlin should make his decision before lunch.”

Stiles nods, feeling strangely — what? — hopeful? “That sounds nice.“ He presses the button for the ground floor, suddenly wanting tomorrow to come sooner.

“Great. I should be there around twelve.” Jackson smiles.

Fuck, Stiles really forgot how handsome he is. “It’s a date.” The elevator doors slide shut. It’s a date. Groaning, Stiles smacks the folder against his forehead. What the hell?

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"Someone didn’t get laid last night, huh?" Brett crosses his ankles on Isaac's empty chair. "I tol—"

"You are about one stupid comment away from ending up in the obituaries, so proceed with caution." Stiles quirks a brow. “Now, get your shoes off that chair and make yourself useful.” Being in a leading position is nothing Stiles enjoys a lot. It’s especially weird to be the leader of a team that consists of his high school buddies — and then there’s Brett. Usually, working with the guy is easy, but Stiles really isn’t up for his humor today.

Brett huffs out a breath. “I’m better in the field.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“Then why didn’t you send me with Isaac?”

“Because we need to gain the girls�� trust, not their phone numbers.” As amazing as Brett has been at his jobs for the last three years, Stiles is not about to send him to a few cute college girls in order to get information. He may be a fool, but he’s certainly not a fucking idiot. Besides, they both know that Kira and Isaac are the best people to convince others that they can be trusted.

Danny isn’t even trying to hide his amusement. They’re all getting along wonderfully, but schadenfreude is still written in capital letters here. Mostly because they’re all assholes. Well, everyone aside from Kira. Stiles has no clue how she’s handling all of them, day in and day out. The poor girl really doesn’t have it easy.

Stiles runs his fingers through his hair. “Any news, Danny?”

“Not since the last time you asked me—” Danny leans back to check the clock on the wall “— seven minutes ago.”

Stiles huffs out a breath and folds his arms over his chest. They’ve been at it for two hours, and so far they haven’t found anything. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. But having something in his hand is better than trying to prove nothing is exactly the evidence they need. There’s gotta be something. A picture. A text message. Stiles would sell his soul for something to prove that this fucker belongs behind bars. Maybe he’s missed something in the files. Maybe the evidence has been sitting right in front of them all along.

Biting his bottom lip, Stiles glances back at the clock. Jackson should be here any second. Hopefully, he’s coming with good news. At this point, Stiles cannot handle any more negative news, or he is going to lose his fucking shit. "Yo, Stiles?"

Stiles looks up from the file, massaging his temples. "Yeah?"

"What car's our guy driving?" Brett leans back in his chair, looking at Stiles with raised brows.

That's a good question. Drawing his eyebrows together, he flicks through the file and scans the personal information. "A light-blue 2012 Honda Accord." He gets to his feet, anticipation making it impossible to sit down. "Please, please, tell me you got something."

“Oh, Babe, you're gonna love this,” Brett smirks way too confidently.

Stiles flicks the side of his head. They talked about his lack of professionalism multiple times in the very beginning, but nobody else seems really bothered by Brett’s love for pet names, and as long as he only does it while they’re alone, it’s hard to argue against. Still, Stiles wouldn’t mind a better pet name than ‘Baby’. It doesn’t exactly show a lot of creativity. Well, it’s still better than Sugarplum. Poor Isaac.

“So,” Stiles says, propping his hands on the edge of Brett’s desk, “what do you got for me?”

“I noticed it in the last story before she disappeared.” Brett pulls up a short little video and points at the right corner of the screen. “Look here.” He hits play, finger still pressed against the corner of the screen.

And Stiles saw it. Just for a second. A light blue 2012 Honda Accord. The license plate is impossible to decipher like this, and there is no way to see who is sitting in the car. Still, it is the car they are looking for, and it happened only a day before she disappeared. Also, Brett probably would not have called him over if this was the only instance of spotting this car. In fact, Brett showed him two more stories and three pictures spread out over the last three weeks. Chances are that’s the same car with the same fucking driver. Chances are this is their guy.

Grinning, Stiles ruffles Brett’s hair. “I could kiss you right now.”

“Not at the office.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Send them to Danny.” He pushes away from the desk. “Danny, I need you on this ASAP. Try to get a clear image of the car. We need to know if that’s him.” Because if that is him, they got him. There’s no way out of this one. “Brett, text Isaac. Maybe her friends noticed something about the car. I’ll try to get a hang of Jackson, maybe—”

“Jackson just texted me.” Danny leans back in his chair, frowning at his phone. “Something came up… and he wants me to tell you that the judge is on our side. Dude’s gonna stay locked up for the time being.”

Stiles should be thrilled about the news. That’s what he wanted, isn’t it? He wanted the wendigo to stay behind bars until they found proof. Now, they found proof, and he will not be released. Ever. Period. But… but. He’s not as excited as he thought he’d be. Stiles would’ve preferred if Jackson told him directly. They were supposed to go to lunch too. “That’s great news.”

Brett snorts. “You couldn’t have said that with a bit more enthusiasm?”

For the peace of his own mind, Stiles decides to ignore him. However, looking at Danny doesn’t make this thing any easier because the look Danny is giving him is making his skin crawl. It’s not fun. “I’m starving,” he says, turning away from Danny and his searching look, and grabs his jacket. “I’ll be back in ten.” Without waiting for an answer, Stiles rushes out of the room.

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“You look like you’re ready to consider if the hangover is worth it.”

Stiles draws his eyebrows together and looks up at the man sitting down next to him. Oh no, he’s really not up for small talk right now. He still tries to be polite, knowing all too well how easily pissed-off intoxicated people can be. “You know how it is.” He certainly does not, but Stiles isn’t about to elaborate. Sighing, he checks his phone again.

Isaac and Brett insisted they needed to celebrate their success. Which, okay, it’s something they’re always doing, but today is one of the days he’s rather have stayed home and watched a stupid Netflix show to drown out whatever the fuck is going on with him. He wishes he could say that it has absolutely nothing to do with Jackson basically ghosting him. The guy has really left him on read for two days now. Stiles even invited him for tonight, remembering Lydia’s words, but nothing. No text, no call. Zero. Zilch. Stiles is almost a hundred percent sure he did something to piss Jackson off. Not just because he’s completely ignoring him. Danny has been giving him weird looks as well ever since Jackson didn’t show up for lunch.

Oh god.

Is it because of the date comment? It can’t be because of the date comment. Please, let it not be because of that stupid fucking date comment. Jackson should know by now that his mouth doesn't always work properly. He didn’t mean date date. Did Jackson really think it’s a date, and that’s why he didn’t come?

Stiles swallows and drops his phone. Fuck. It’s not like they were flirting or anything. Sure, their meetings became progressively easier, but they were never too friendly, right? Right? Scrunching up his face, Stiles downs the contents of his whiskey.

The guy next to him chuckles. “I don’t think I know how that feels.”

“I really don’t need a running commentary on my life, Buddy.”

“I wasn’t trying to intrude.”

Stiles raises a brow and finally turns to look at the guy next to him. He’s quite handsome, probably in his mid-to-late-thirties. His suit costs undoubtedly more than Stiles makes in six months. It’s also not his unless he’s got a terrible tailor. The shoulders are just a little too loose. The suit jacket doesn’t fit properly around his waist either. The perfectly trimmed three o’clock shadow doesn’t help his case. Neither does wearing a suit like that in a bar that’s filled with people in comfortable clothes. The dude either used to be rich, or he’s got some serious self-esteem issues he thinks he can cover up with his best friend’s suit.

“Okay.” The guy grabs Stiles’ glass and shakes it at the barkeeper. “Let me buy you a drink.”

“I really don’t—”

“I insist. As an apology.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Listen, I’m waiting for someone.” Actually, he’s waiting for four someones, but clearly, his team isn’t in the mood for being on time today. Then again, Stiles arrived very early as well. Because he was sitting in his flat, staring at his phone and the last message that went unanswered.

“They’re not here yet, aren’t they?”

Ryan places a drink on him, and, judging by the look on his face, it’s none alcoholic. “You good, Mate?”

Even though Ryan is staring at the guy, Stiles is highly aware that he’s talking to him. “I’m good, thanks.” It’s not the first douche he’s had to deal with, and it probably won’t be the last; especially in his line of work. “Thanks though.” Smiling, Stiles grabs the drink and gets to his feet. His team should arrive shortly, hopefully, and he’d prefer to have already saved them a booth by then. He turns around, not paying the guy any more attention.

Who clearly is not done with him. “Hey,” he says, loud enough that the people closest to them turn around. “I got you that drink.”

Ryan chuckles and props himself onto his elbows. “It’s on the house.”

The guy shoots him a glare then turns back to Stiles. His neck flushes. Oh, someone’s not handling being turned down very well. And mocked. And stared at. This has to be his worst nightmare.

Stiles loves it. He probably shouldn’t, but he does. So much. Trying his best to keep his expression under control, Stiles turns and faces him again. “You wanna say something to me?” He quirks a brow then leans a little closer, lowering his voice. “Like, I don’t know, that I owe you because you took time out of your evening to talk to me? Or because you tried to buy me a drink I didn’t want?”

He’s gnashing his teeth now, shoulders going rigid.

“Come on,” Stiles urges, fingers itching for a fight for the first in a very long time, “be that guy. You know you want to.”

“Or just move along.”

Stiles steps aside, whipping his head around. Jackson is standing next to him, arms folded tightly over his chest. His white button-down and black jeans make him look extra attractive, and Stiles cannot believe that thought just crossed his mind. He’s been thinking a lot about Jackson… which isn’t much better now that he thinks about that.

The guy narrows his eyes. “And why would I?”

“Because I just asked you politely, and I only do that once.” Jackson’s expression remains firmly neutral, probably because he’s more than used to people doing whatever he wants.

Much to Stiles’ relief and dismay, the dickhead actually does move away. It’s good. It really is because Stiles probably would’ve provoked him until he stepped out of line. Still. “You know, I could’ve handled that myself.”

Jackson rolls his eyes. “Yeah, you did a stellar job.”

Like he needs anyone to judge his methods. Stiles huffs out a breath and walks over to one of the empty tables in the corner. “What are you even doing here?”

“You invited me, remember?” Jackson slips into the booth, motioning Stiles to sit down next to him. Which, seriously? First, the guy ghosts him and now he’s expecting Stiles to pretend like nothing happened and sit down next to him?

Narrowing his eyes, Stiles collapses onto the bench, bumping his leg against Jackson. He crosses his arms. Fine, maybe he sits down next to him, but he’s not gonna be happy about it. “I didn’t expect you’d show up after not replying to any of the texts I’ve sent you in the past 48 hours.”

Jackson nudges a napkin with his index finger. “It was a misunderstanding.”

Stiles stares at him. “We didn’t talk?!”

Jackson shoots him a look then returns his attention to poking the napkin. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Oh no. No way, Sir.” Stiles is so not going to let him get away with this. Seriously. “First, we agreed on meeting during lunch, then you tell Danny that you’re not coming, who then proceeded to look at me as if I insulted his grandmother, and you fucking leave me on read for two fucking days.” He turns around, swatting Jackson’s upper arm. “I think you owe me a fucking explanation.”

“I think you can chill with the expletives.”

“I don’t think I fucking will.” Stiles narrows his eyes. “It’s not fucking fun to have Danny glare at you from across the room every two seconds.”

Jackson lets out a breath and finally looks at him. “You really don’t know.” It’s not a question, and for some reason, Jackson seems to be amused about his own realization. “Can’t believe Lydia’s right.”

“Right about what?” What the hell is he talking about now? Is he trying to confuse him on purpose?

With yet another sigh, Jackson leans back, studying Stiles’ face for a few seconds. He’s still smiling a little. “That you wouldn’t notice that I like you until I spell it out for you.”

“I wouldn’t have agreed to meet you alone if I thought you’d hate me.”

“No, Stiles…” Jackson trails off. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. “I’m talking about the ‘I booked a table at your favorite restaurant and ordered a bouquet of flowers for our lunch date’ kind of like.”

Stiles opens his mouth then closes it again, squinting a little. “Wha— oh.” Oh god. Jackson thought it was a date date. He wanted it to be an actual date? Jackson Whittemore… the Jackson Whittemore booked a table and bought him a bouquet of flowers because he thought Stiles meant a date date. He can’t believe it. That’s gotta be a joke. “Wait… you like me?”

Jackson nods very slowly.

“For my personality?”

“Nobody was as surprised as me.”

“Rude.” Stiles boxes Jackson’s upper arm very lightly, unable to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Wait… then why did you cancel everything?” That doesn’t make any sense. If Jackson thought Stiles was talking about a date date, and he wanted it to be a date date… then why drop everything and run? It doesn’t make a lot of sense.

Jackson shifts on the bench, left leg now pressing against Stiles’. “I heard Talbot call you babe.”

“He has pet names for all of us.”

“Danny told me as much.” Jackson nods and runs a hand over the nape of his neck. “Then Lydia reminded me that you’re stupid and that I need to get my head out of my ass if I wanted to go on a date with you, so… here I am.”

Stiles bounces his leg, feeling stupidly giddy all of the sudden — giddy enough that he decides to ignore Lydia’s comment. “You… still wanna go on a date with me?”

“I would like that, yeah.”

His heart did not just flutter. Nope. Never. Stiles clears his throat and grins. Oh god, this… he didn’t expect this at all. “I don’t have an expensive suit, so…”

Jackson puts a hand on his thigh, and Stiles’ pulse goes sky-high within the flicker of a second. “We could rent a movie. Order in.”

Stiles likes that idea so much more than going out. He places his hand on Jackson’s, running his thumb over the side of his index finger. “And no flowers, I can’t even keep a cactus alive.”

Unexpectedly, Jackson lifts their hands and kisses the back of Stiles’, just above his wrist. Fuck. He’s never going to admit what this small little gesture is doing to him. “That works for me.”

He’s going on a date with Jackson.

Stiles beams. “Wonderful.”

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Tiny teaser.

The tell.

Heart monitor: Part 1, Part 2.

Night School.

Lunatic.

Wolf’s bane.

Co-Captain.

Formality-Breaker

SEASON 2

Omega.

Shape Shifted.

Ice Pick.

Abomination.

Venomous.

Frenemy.

Restraint.

Raving.

Party Guessed.

Fury.

Battleplan.

SEASON 3

Tattoo.

Chaos Rising.

Unleashed Fireflies.

Frayed.

Motel California.

Current Visionary.

The Girls Who Knew Too Much.

The Overlooked.

Alpha Pact.

Lunar Ellipse.

Anchors.

More Bad Than Good.

Galvanize.

Illuminated Silver-Riddled.

Letharia Vulpina.

Echo House.

The Fox, The Wolf and De-Void.

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117.

Muted.

The Benefactor.

I.E.D.

Orphaned.

Weaponized.

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