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Teen Wolf || Stacksanny || Music Video Eye Candy || Stacksanny || Teen Wolf
Title: Music Video Eye Candy – The Alphas of Stiles Stilinski/Stiles Summer Stories 2026
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, Neckz ‘n Throats AU, canon divergence
Main Pairing: Danny/Jackson/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Danny Mahealani
Writer’s Month Prompts 2026: music + well
Summary: Danny is a famous musician. His manager suggests a model as eye candy for Danny’s next music video and both Danny and his husband Jackson are surprised to realize it’s Stiles.
Music Video Eye Candy
The Alphas of Stiles Stilinski/Stiles Summer Stories 2026
“Hello, husband,“ Danny was smiling as he approached Jackson slowly.
He crawled between Jackson’s legs and cupped the other alpha’s face gently. Jackson tilted his head curiously, but gladly leaned in for a slow kiss. His fingers curled into Danny’s shirt, pulling the other closer until Danny was straddling his lap.
“You’re in a mood,” Jackson murmured approvingly, his lips dragging over his mate’s neck.
“I have to show you something,” Danny offered him a near wicked grin.
Jackson cocked one eyebrow but he leaned back and let Danny reach for his briefcase. When his husband pulled out a porn magazine, Jackson thought he knew where this was headed – but then Danny turned the magazine around to show him the cover and there had been no possible way to predict this.
“Holy shit, is that Stilinski?!” Jackson asked stunned. “Fuck. He’s hot. How did that happen?”
“He’s always been pretty,” Danny pointed out with an eye-roll. “The eyes, the pouty mouth. But he always lacked the confidence to make himself attractive. It seems he gained that confidence.”
Jackson didn’t know how he felt about Danny calling Stiles pretty. Much less acting like Stiles had always been pretty. Okay, sure the long fingers and that long neck, and yes, his eyes were… damn, had they always been that golden-brown or was that just Photoshop hard at work? And what was with that mouth. That was just obscene. Surely that hadn’t been that plush and pink in high school.
“Stilinski does porn,” Jackson muttered dumbfounded. “Werewolf porn?”
He was thumbing through the magazine now. Neckz ‘n Throats. That was a werewolf soft porn mag, he’d heard about it. All the rage still, even though printed media was dying. Jackson paused at the spread of Stiles’ shoot. What the fuck.
“Yeah, he looks good,” Danny agreed. “And I’m sticking with it being the confidence. I remember him in high school, desperately asking me if he was attractive to gay guys.”
Jackson snorted at that. Yeah, that sounded like Stilinski. He’d run after Lydia like a love-sick puppy for years, after all. Being desperate was just kind of an unattractive trait. This Stiles? Did not look desperate. Jackson’s eyes raked over long planes of pale skin, dotted with moles.
“Fucking hell,” Jackson muttered stunned. “Wait. Why did you buy a soft porn mag?”
Danny sat down next to Jackson on the couch, getting more comfortable. “Delilah was talking about how I needed some pretty eye candy for my next video and she brought Stiles up as a suggestion, which kind of floored me. She gave me the magazine to show me who she was talking about.”
“Delilah wants to put a porn star in your music video?” Jackson asked a little surprised.
“Wait for it,” Danny got his phone out and pulled something up. “He has been modeling for Armani lately. I can’t believe I haven’t seen it yet. I was so busy with this new album, I lived under a rock. But what is your excuse?”
“The bar exam, babe,” Jackson offered his husband a total deadpan. “You try become a lawyer. I’m glad I remember to order in food.”
Danny pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth at that. “But yeah, apparently, Stiles has become a big name model. And Delilah wants to put him in my next video.”
“The one about the nymph?” Jackson asked.
“The nymph is a metaphor,” Danny frowned. “…But yes, Stiles is going to play the well nymph.”
Jackson raised his eyebrows as his eyes slowly dragged down Stiles’ body on the Armani shoot they were currently looking at. “Yeah, I think I’m taking the time to be there for that shoot.”
“Don’t tell me you miss him,” Danny teased. “Always knew the bullying was just you pulling on the pigtails of the omega you secretly liked.”
Jackson wrinkled his nose at that. “Stilinski would look fucking weird with pigtails, Danny. And no. I don’t like him. Didn’t like him. I just… I don’t know, it might be nice to see someone from Beacon Hills again?”
“A sentence nobody has ever uttered,” Danny muttered beneath his breath before pressing a kiss to Jackson’s mouth.
Danny himself had graduated early and skipped town before senior year. Which, according to everything he’d heard about that year, had been a damn wise choice on his part. Though Jackson had left even earlier, his parents had moved him to London during the summer before junior year. Reconnecting had been more by accident, or chance, or maybe fate. Either way, Danny was grateful for it. He smiled and nuzzled his mate’s cheek.
“Okay,” Danny whispered after a moment. “I’ll let you play voyeur. Only because I love you.”
/break\
Stilinski was actually hot. Fully, truly hot. And okay, perhaps Danny wasn’t entirely wrong and there had been a certain appeal to Stiles even in high school, but the lack of confidence and the attitude had kind of killed it. Also his obsession with Lydia. Jackson had been way too territorial – obsessive to an unhealthy degree, as he’d know call it, after years of therapy – to like Stiles’ attention on Lydia. And then Jackson had already left for London. Maybe things would have developed differently if he’d stayed in Beacon Hills, if they had been pack.
“Huh,” Stiles blinked those big doe-eyes at him. “Okay. Did not expect to see you here.”
The omega tilted his head, which drew Jackson’s attention to that long span of his neck and yeah, Jackson could also see why Stiles ended up a star on a magazine literally called Neckz ‘n Throats.
“When my husband heard who would play eye candy for this video, he insisted on coming.”
“Husband?” Stiles’ eyes bulged out. “Wait, for real? Holy shit. My condolences.”
Jackson sputtered and growled softly when Stiles looked at Danny with those words. “Fuck you.”
And then Stiles aimed one of those shit-eating grins at him, the ones Jackson did remember from high school. Those still made him want to throttle the asshole.
“Rude,” Danny’s eyes were soft though and he did pull Stiles into a half-hug. “It’s been a long time. It’s good to see you, Stiles. Congrats on the fame.”
“Right back at you, Dannyboy,” Stiles’ grin broadened even more, but it was more friendly now. “Not gonna lie, I did run around, telling everyone who wanted to hear it – or didn’t want to hear it – that I used to go to high school with you, when you first took number one on the charts.”
Danny did that cute flustered head duck of his that had Jackson lean in and nose his cheek softly, scent-marking the other alpha. Stiles made a curious noise at that and he did smell sweeter at it. Jackson cocked one judgmental, teasing eyebrow that earned him the middle-finger from Stiles.
“So you’re still hot. You’re also still an asshole, clearly,” Stiles huffed.
In the background, Delilah cleared her throat politely, causing Danny to give her a thumbs-up before turning back to Stiles. “Okay, listen. We are both here to work, but… how about drinks, afterward? My treat, and we can catch up? Clearly, a lot has happened with you.”
“Says the international music star who, for reasons beyond my comprehension, chose to get hitched to Jackson Whittemore,” Stiles raised both eyebrows. “Yeah, let’s catch up after this thing. So, where do you want me and just how undressed will I be?”
He grinned again and there really was none of that awkward fumbling from high school anymore. He smoothly took of his jacket as he followed Danny onto the set. There was a fake well at the center, surrounded by green screen where the forest would be edited into later on. Jackson got comfortable on the chair he got assigned and watched them. After a quick talk, Delilah took Stiles back to wardrobe and make-up, while Danny warmed up.
“Fuck me,” Jackson muttered lowly beneath his breath when Stiles returned.
They’d done him up to allude to some merman-aesthetic – faint, blue make-up in scale-patterns along his thighs and torso, gills cutting down the sides of his throat, shark-like contact-lenses and prosthetic teeth that Stiles showed off when smiling broadly. He was wrapped up in see-through blue and green silk in layers thick enough to cover all important bits but placed so the different layers were shown off, held together by a belt of pearls and sea-shells.
“When, the fuck, did you get hot, Stilinski?” Jackson called out.
Stiles sputtered out a laugh and spread his arms to show off to Jackson. “Always been hot, Whittemore. You just had your head too far up your arse to notice. Otherwise, you could have tapped all that back in high school. Your loss.”
Wait, what. Jackson blinked confused at that and was stuck staring as production started. What.
/break\
Stiles got excited when he got the offer to work for the visualization of Danny’s latest music video. Yes, after the first time Danny took the charts, Stiles had turned into a tiny bit of a stalker. It had just kind of been a long time since he last heard from Danny. He’d heard about Danny – from Lydia, who’d run into him at some point – but he hadn’t actually seen the alpha since Danny had left Beacon Hills. That had been a good ten years ago now, hadn’t it? Damn.
“Okay, why the fuck did you settle for Whittemore?” Stiles asked immediately when the three slipped into a booth together. “You could do so much better, Dannyboy.”
“Stop antagonizing my husband, Stiles,” Danny requested, but his smile was fond.
Jackson growled softly. Which was still weird to Stiles. The other had only been a wolf for such a short time before leaving and Stiles only had seen him once, after. When Jackson and Ethan had returned to Beacon Hills during senior year. That had been a long time ago too.
“What happened to Ethan?” Stiles asked instead. “I mean, he was Danny’s ex first. And then he, what, somehow ended up in London and dating Jackson. And now you two are married? What?”
“It wasn’t ‘somehow’,” Danny cocked one eyebrow. “I sent him to London. Ethan was really messed up after Aiden’s death. He didn’t want to be a part of the McCall Pack anymore after that, but he’s a wolf. He needed pack. I knew Jackson was in London, so I sent Ethan there.”
“We had a…” Jackson made a bit of a face. “I don’t know, I think it was transference. Or some shit. Don’t ask me. I might have had feelings for Danny for longer than I realized and Ethan was a bit of a proxy. Not just for Danny. For… everything I missed. Aiden and Lydia having dated, Ethan having been a part of the pack I was supposed to be a part of. It was me clinging onto my past, and Ethan rebounding and trying to work through his grief. It was good, while it lasted, but it was never meant to last forever. We broke up a while after high school. We’re good though.”
Jackson shrugged and Stiles accepted that. He knew how incestuous the McCall Pack had been, after all. So sure, why not. Exes upon exes, he guessed. The waiter arrived with their drinks and Stiles fidgeted with his coke for a moment, watching Jackson and Danny quietly.
The two alphas were leaning into each other, sharing casual touches. Danny happily let Jackson scent-mark him, clearly knowing the wolf didn’t like the probably broad variety of scents clinging onto Danny after the shoot. They were… soft. Stiles had seen alpha/alpha couples be soft before, that wasn’t the surprise. The surprise was that it was them, specifically. Danny Mahealani and Jackson Whittemore, top of the high school food chain, best friends since kindergarten.
“Okay. Tell me,” Stiles leaned back curiously. “How did this happen? Lose a bet, Danny?”
Predictably, Jackson growled again. Man, it was still way too easy to rub that guy the wrong way and it was also still way too much fun. Stiles grinned broadly at Jackson before looking at Danny.
“Honestly, we kind of lost touch after we both left Beacon Hills?” Danny admitted with a small frown on his face. “We still texted and called, while I was still in Beacon Hills. But when I got out, I kind of… I focused on my music career and it ate a lot of my time and it was… I don’t know, it was easier to move on from all that Beacon Hills weirdness by leaving it behind…?”
“Yeah,” Jackson huffed, then paused. “I mean. Famously not good at letting go. But after high school, contact with the others staggered too. Lydia was the only one still… firmly insisting.”
“That’s Lydia for you,” Stiles smiled and nodded. “So, how did you guys reconnect?”
“I was on a concert in London, my first Europe tour,” Danny shrugged. “And I mean, I knew Jackson was here. It just… It felt wrong to be in the same town and not reach out? We met for drinks. Talked for hours, about… everything. Kind of… ended in bed together.”
“We started texting and calling again after that, but it took months before we really started… dating, I guess. Long distance at first, what with Danny being all over the world,” Jackson shot Danny a teasing glare. “But we saw each other, when I went to the states to visit Lydia. When he came to France, I made the trip to meet him there.”
“When I realized things were getting more serious, I moved to London,” Danny sipped from his drink. “I mean, I can make my music anywhere. So why not actually give this relationship a real chance? We moved together about a year after I moved to London. Been married for two years now. Lydia was our best woman.”
“Of course she was,” Stiles huffed, wondering how Lydia had never mentioned that to him.
Well. She did know about the gigantic crush he used to nurse on Danny in high school. There was only so often a bi guy could ask a gay guy if he was attractive to him before it stopped being platonic. But Danny had always firmly shut him down. So Lydia maybe didn’t want to rub salt in old wounds, or whatever. (She was also Lydia, so she probably also knew about Stiles’ ill-advised attraction to Jackson. Guy had been a grand douche, but damn those cheekbones and freckles…)
“Your turn,” Jackson raised both eyebrows. “Werewolf soft porn.”
Stiles choked on his drink, coughing violently as he glared at Jackson for how bluntly he put that. “I mean, yeah. Okay. Fair. Honestly, started out as a means to finance college. I… The whole Nogitsune possession culminated some medical debt and my college fund had already kind of been spent to dwell the medical debt we had from when my mom died. So there kind of… wasn’t any money for that. And I figured, why the heck not, when I saw them looking for human models. I never actually expected it to take off as a career. Ended up dropping out of college, because honestly, this paid better than any job I would have pursued and it turned out to be a lot of fun.”
Stiles had never really been ashamed of his job, not after his first month or so in the business. Back then, yes, awkward, wide-eyed eighteen year old omega, flustering when someone asked what he did for work. Now, he knew his bank account was large enough that he stood far above any judgment from anyone. And he really did love his work.
“Good for you,” Danny raised his glass to Stiles’ with a grin. “Here’s to following your passion and getting a shit-ton of money for it.”
“I drink to that,” Stiles grinned delighted and clanked glasses with Danny before turning toward Jackson. “What about you? Also a secret millionaire? Or are you Danny’s kept boy toy?”
Danny snickered at that while Jackson glowered. “I am studying to become a lawyer. Following my father’s footsteps and what not. It’s a fucking pain.”
“It’s also not cheap and I’m footing the bill,” Danny added with a teasing smirk.
“Oh, Jackson got a Sugar Daddy,” Stiles paused, then snickered. “A Sugar Danny.”
“Good to see you’re still as insufferable as you were in high school,” Jackson drawled unimpressed. “So, how long are you in London and when are you leaving our beautiful city again?”
“Dude. I live here,” Stiles countered amused. “Been living here for about a year or so. N’n’T has a European branch and after a couple Rome and Paris shoots, I figured, what the fuck, I’m just moving here from the US branch. It was also nice getting more distance to Beacon Hills.”
“You’ve been living here for a year and didn’t reach out?” Jackson grasped his chest. “I’m wounded. So hurt, Stilinski. We could have bonded and become besties.”
Stiles rolled his eyes and flipped him off. “Yeah, quite honestly, you were not on the top of my list of people I wanted to reach out and reconnect with. It… hadn’t even really crossed my mind, that you could still be in London. I mean, it’s been ten years. Damn.”
“Damn,” Danny and Jackson muttered in agreement.
Stiles emptied his drink and checked his phone. “As nice as this spontaneous hang was, I do have to get up at fuck o’clock in the morning to catch a flight to Monaco though.”
Danny caught him by the wrist when Stiles got his wallet out. “I said my treat.”
“Right,” Stiles grinned a little, trying not to think about what it made him feel to have a handsome alpha he once had a crush on pay for his drink. “Okay. It was good seeing you, you know.”
“Take care,” Jackson nodded and he looked and sounded sincere.
Stiles waved at them both before heading out of the bar, wondering if he would run into them again. Exchanging numbers had kind of sounded weird in his head. Oh well. He’d see them again, somehow. And if it was through the divine intervention of Lydia Martin.
/break\
The next time Danny and Jackson saw Stiles was Lydia’s doing. She was in London for her book tour – Danny hadn’t known that astrophysicists did book tours, but she apparently had a nerdy fanbase. While in London, she demanded to see ‘all her boys’ at once, so the four of them went out to dinner together. It had been about two months after the video shoot.
This time, they ended up exchanging numbers. This time, they didn’t let two months pass before meeting Stiles again. They invited him over for dinner at their place. Then pizza at his place. They caught up, really got caught up, not just the brief highlights from the bar.
Stiles and Jackson bonded over the Nogitsune and the kanima, after Stiles opened up about how much that had fucked him up back then, how he still had nightmares about it. Jackson admitted that he too still sometimes had nightmares about the kanima. The loss of control, the people who had been killed by someone using their bodies. It was an experience not many understood, but they did and for the first time in years, they both got to talk to someone who understood a part of them that nobody else seemed to. Danny felt like he should be jealous, but he wasn’t. Mainly, he was glad that Jackson finally got someone to open up to about that who wasn’t his therapist.
Stiles and Danny bonded over their fame, over the experience of people online lusting after them, dealing with the press and fans – fun fans as well as creepy fans. Danny got more into Stiles’ profession, learned more about Neckz ‘n Throats in a way that helped deal with some prejudices. The magazine really was a lot tamer than he’d have assumed, what with the ‘soft porn’ part. But apparently, a wolf got riled up by a long stretch of throat alone. Well, Danny had known that before too, being married to a werewolf and all.
It was a gradual shift, growing closer to Stiles, actually becoming friends with him, until about a year after the video shoot, Danny realized that Stiles had become an irrevocable part of Danny and Jackson’s lives. They had a group chat with Stiles, texted daily, met up at least once a week. When Jackson was too busy studying, Danny went to hang out with Stiles. When Danny was out of town for a gig, Jackson went to hang out with Stiles. When Stiles was out of town for a shoot… That shouldn’t affect the husbands, and yet they found themselves curled together on the couch, texting or video-calling Stiles. Because there was now something missing without the omega.
Which was also a startling realization of sorts. Danny had always gone for other alphas, he’d always enjoyed the battle for dominance. But then again, Beacon Hills was a small town and Stiles had been the only male omega in it, since male omegas were rare. And Danny had to admit, if Stiles had carried this cock-sure confidence in himself back then, Danny may have gone for him.
“What is this?” Danny asked when he unpacked the groceries Jackson had brought.
“I don’t know, man. But Stiles said it’s healthy and that I should buy it,” Jackson shrugged. “Oh, I also bought the chocolates he likes. And I bought everything we need for that stew we wanted to make this weekend, he texted us the recipe, right? Tell him to bring the wine. I forgot that.”
Danny paused for a moment and surveyed their groceries, of which a large portion was either for Stiles, because of Stiles or with the intention to make food with Stiles. He looked up at his husband.
“Are we in a relationship with Stiles?” Danny asked slowly.
“Huh?” Jackson blinked confused. “What? No. We’re friends. Besides, he has a boyfriend.”
There was a sneer on Jackson’s face at that. The jealous sneer. Danny knew it well. Danny cocked one eyebrow at that, and then he frowned. Wait. Stiles had a boyfriend?
“Since when does Stiles have a boyfriend?” Danny asked confused. “Why didn’t he tell me?”
That gave Jackson pause and he screwed his face up in thought. “Oh, right. You were in Japan when they got together. Michael something, I don’t know. Some alpha he met at some gala. Whatever. It’s not going to last. This is Stiles’ fifth boyfriend this year. They never work out.”
Jackson said it with an air of good riddance. Danny tapped his fingers against the counter.
“If we were just friends with Stiles, I think you should be sad on his account for that and you should be hoping that things work out for him,” Danny pointed out slowly. “I think we aren’t supposed to feel jealous. If this was just friendship.”
There was a pause and then Jackson looked at him with one cocked eyebrow. “Are we jealous?”
Danny met him with an equal pause before glaring. “...Yeah, we are.”
“Fuck,” Jackson huffed and sat down at the kitchen isle. “Did we fall for Stilinski?”
“Yeah,” Danny sat down next to his husband. “I think we did.”
/break\
Stiles frowned annoyed at the door as he knocked. Within seconds, Jackson opened. This was humiliating. Maybe he shouldn’t have come here. Jackson immediately frowned at him, nostrils flaring and eyes flashing blue as the wolf picked up on what must be a really fucked up cocktail of chemo-signals. Stiles ducked in under Jackson’s arm.
“Hey, Stiles,” Danny greeted him with a smile from the kitchen. “What brings you by? I thought you had plans today. Date-night, wasn’t it?”
Jackson closed the door behind them and they went to join Danny in the kitchen. Stiles sat down at the table and started fidgeting, his eyes darting over to Danny to watch him at the stove. An alpha who could cook was damn attractive. Though then again when two alphas were married, Stiles supposed they needed to know how to cook, or live off of take-out.
“Yeah, that’s… over,” Stiles averted his eyes. “I was wondering if I could kind of… crash here tonight? Michael and I broke up and he kinda… thrashed the place. You know, Alpha werewolves and rage do wonders to the furniture. I’m not really feeling like cleaning up. And he has a key. And I don’t know… I mean, I already messaged someone to exchange the locks in the morning, but the morning is still a long way out, and I kinda… I could have taken a hotel. I could still take a hotel. Actually, sorry I barged in like that. Never mind. I’m gonna-”
“Sit your ass back down, Stilinski,” Jackson ordered with a narrow-eyed glare.
“Stiles, you… don’t need a reason to stay over and you definitely don’t need to justify not wanting to be alone,” Danny frowned concerned and stepped up to him. “Are you okay? Not just emotionally, but physically too. Did he just thrash the furniture, or did he hurt you too…?”
“No. No, I’m fine,” Stiles shook his head and bit his lip. “Mostly just… pissed and frustrated.”
“Okay,” Danny took his hand, stopping Stiles from picking on his nails and instead just holding his hand. “Wanna talk about what happened? You don’t have to, but…”
“He wanted me to quit my job,” Stiles huffed. “Said it is ‘unseemly’ for an omega in a serious relationship. I told him to fuck off. Like, I’ve had this job for years, I love this job? Also, we weren’t that serious. I thought we were just hooking up. He, apparently, thought we were going to get mated and he’d have me pupped by my next heat. Like, what the fuck.”
He honestly mostly had started hooking up with Michael in an attempt to kill off the regrowing crush on Danny and the unwelcomed new crush on Jackson. He’d thought it was easy and nice, he hadn’t thought Michael would flip like that. It wasn’t unusual, and it was the main reason most of his relationships ended. Sure, people got together with him because of his fame and money, but somehow, the majority of alphas still then wanted him to quit the job that made him famous and rich, because they couldn’t stand the thought of ‘their’ omega doing this kind of work.
“Fucking asshole,” Jackson growled, eyes glowing blue. “I knew that guy was a creep.”
“Why, the fuck, would you not say something then, dude?” Stiles glared at Jackson and kicked him under the table. “Friends tell friends when they’re dating creeps.”
“Honestly, I…” Jackson trailed off and made a bit of a face, so Stiles kicked him again. “I figured I was just projecting being jealous and hating him on principle, okay.”
“What?” Stiles frowned in utter confusion, then turned to Danny. “Did Michael come onto you? Because if he did, you really should have fucking warned me-”
“Stiles,” Danny cut him off with a shake of his head. “Jackson’s talking about you. About us being jealous because he was with you and maybe disliking him for that alone.”
“Huh,” Stiles blinked, repeatedly, and stared between the two alphas. “You know, if this is your weird attempt to cheer me up about my breakup, it’s kinda not funny?”
“It’s not,” Jackson rolled his eyes. “And I get the timing is shit, because of the break-up. But yeah. Against better judgment, I might have fallen for you. Danny was right behind.”
Stiles’ eyes bulged as he looked between them. “Are you for fucking real right now? Since when?”
“Honestly, I don’t know,” Danny admitted. “It kind of… sneaked up on us. And then it was just… there. You became such an important part of our lives and at one point, I started to wonder in what way and I think… we would like for it to be in a way that’s… more than just friendship.”
“Right,” Stiles nodded slowly and then couldn’t help laugh. “For fuck’s sake, I started seeing Michael because I was trying to get over my hopeless crush on the two happily married alphas.”
He gave them both a pointed look and they stared back before also laughing. And then there was kissing. Soft, gentle kissing. Kissing that made Stiles melt. And all of a sudden, he was very glad that he hadn’t taken a hotel. And he was very glad he’d taken that video gig last year. He grinned to himself as he leaned into the two alphas who had become such an important part of his life too, even though he could have never predicted it, but now he wouldn’t want to change it for the world.
~*~ The End ~*~