#stiles stilinski wallpapers

[boogiepoeta]

I was in the mood for older sterek just basking in the moonlight

Mainly I just wanted a cool phone wallpaper that could work with and without them in it 🤷🏻‍♀️

[heylolita00]

Dylan O'brien

[randomperson1234sblog]

Stiles Stilinski 🩷🍟🥍

“I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones okay? Sarcasm is my only defence”

[uselessgirl87]

Outsider No More by Useless-girl

Note: The Teen Wolf & Cyberpunk 2077 crossover you didn’t know you needed! :D Obviously, I’m a huge fan of this game (did many playthroughs already and still not finished) and I fell in love with its world, so at one point I started thinking about how Derek and Stiles would fit in it, what kind of characters they would be. So this is what I came up with and hope that you’ll enjoy this little detour into this world. Also, see more info in the end notes! ;)

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Sterek, Cyberpunk 2077

Characters/relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Cora Hale/original female character, Erica Reyes/Vernon Boyd, Lydia Martin/Jordan Parrish (mentioned), Isaac Lahey, Theo Raeken, Alan Deaton, Matt Daehler, Scott McCall, Viktor Vektor, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Brett Talbot, Kate Argent (mentioned), Gerard Argent (mentioned), Talia Hale (mentioned), Peter Hale (mentioned), Sheriff Stilinski (mentioned), other Hales (mentioned)

Rating/category: explicit,Teen Wolf AU, Cyberpunk AU, Sterek, alternate universe, canon and non-canon elements, slash, M/M, aged up characters, no werewolves, human Stiles, orphan Stiles, netrunner Stiles, mercenary Stiles, streetkid Stiles, BAMF Stiles, tattooed Stiles, bottom Stiles, human Derek, top Derek, nomad Derek, clan leader Derek, hacking, betrayal, revenge, action, violence, cursing, blood, gore, found family, family feels, pack feels, getting together, falling in love, romance, love, emotions, wit, sarcasm, light Dom/sub, light BDSM, smut, handjob, blowjob, gay sex, rough sex

Summary: In the unforgiving underbelly of Night City the “survival of the fittest” law applies more than anywhere else. After his father’s death, Stiles Stilinski has been working as a netrunner/mercenary to stay afloat. But when a gig goes wrong, he finds himself fleeing the city from more than one of the notorious and very deadly gangs of NC. Due to a favor, he soon ends up with the feared and respected Hale nomad clan. It is led by the charismatic but broody Derek Hale, who at first isn’t too happy about letting a stranger into his close-knit family, but still provides shelter to Stiles, who in turn is not too keen on experiencing the nomad lifestyle. But with time both men’s perspective changes about things – and each other.

Disclaimer: This is a product of my imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. I don’t profit from this fanfiction and I mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures or edits and fictional characters used in the story belong to their respective owners and credit goes to them.

---------------------------------- To read the story on AO3, click HERE! Illustration by Useless-girl.

[dcangel]

that one void stiles laugh

[fictionaltrvlr]

- || Dylan O'Brien as Spider-Man || -

… I’m at a very specific place in my life right now okay? 😭

cutout credits

[redmoonfever]

I may have gone overboard on this but who cares

[lalaithquetzallicaresi]

Better Off Bread

So... I decided to join this years WIPBB, and for that I did some fanarts for the absolutely amazing @sibylmoon, for her fic Better Off Bread. It's totally amazing and I really think everyone should go and read it! (I think everyone should be reading all of her fics because she's a fantastic writer).

In any case, to those interested, the fic (along with the other fanarts I made for it, can be found here: https://sibylmoon.net/index.php/2023/09/23/better-off-bread/

The other fanarts can also be found in my own Deviant-Art page, right here: https://www.deviantart.com/princess-lalaith/gallery/89201756/better-off-bread

[urfavfakeblonde]

can u write a smut where fem reader is a virgin and stiles is some what experienced and stiles goes slow with her??

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hi!! yes <3 thank you so much for requesting love

Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: lots of foreplay!! fuffly, fingering, HEAVY makeouts oml, game sex??? idk lol, p n v, virgin!fem!reader, implied!experineced!Stiles

mdni

I cautiously walk up the steps to his house, nervous fingers picking at my chipped nail polish. I take a deep breath as I knock on the door lightly, my other hand fiddling with the ends of my hair. It's just a study session, stop shaking. At least that's what I tell myself before the door opens softly, and I'm face to face with Stiles. He smiles at me, and I almost forget how to breath. "Hi," I say with a smile, eyes avoiding his gaze. He moves to the side to let me in, responding with a 'Hey'.

"Thanks for coming over," he says, closing the door gently. My mind is swirling with thoughts, emotions-- and honestly, I don't know how I'm going to get through this evening. "I'm pretty sure you understand English a lot more than I do," he remarks, turning around to face my timid figure. I smile, blush creeping onto my cheeks. "I don't know about that," I giggle, looking around the house as if I hadn't been here before. But before, I mean that was just a pack meeting, this--this is more than that.

Well, not really, were just studying, but this is the first time it's just been me and Stiles. Alone.

I follow him up the stairs, and into his bedroom. "Where's your dad?" I question, setting my bag down beside his bed. "Work," he replies, sitting at his desk, shoving aside all his crime papers. I nod, even though he can't see me, and look around his room. A simple grey wallpaper, the typical teenage boy posters; half-made bed, a lamp, and of course-- lots and lots of papers. Eventually, we sit on the floor, looking through my notes, (because stiles didn't take any) and write his English paper. "Okay, I'll quiz you. What's a Caesura?" Stiles thinks for a moment, staring up at the ceiling as he lies on his back. "When the punctuation is in the middle of the poem before the line ends?" He finally says, glancing up at me. I smile and nod, flipping to the next flashcard.

"Okay, what's a Syntax?" He looks back up at the ceiling and furrows his brows. "No clue," He utters, sitting upright. "It's the-" suddenly he takes the flashcards out of my hand as I give him a confused look. "I was gonna tell you what it was," I say, sighing. He looks at me, and I feel my heart flutter. Pink starts rising into my cheeks again as he holds the flashcard in front of him. "Tell me what it is," he asks. "Why? You're the one who needs the help Stiles-" he cuts me off by shushing my lips with his finger. My heart literally skips a beat as he slowly drags it down, my lip following obediently. He moves his finger back to the flashcard, an action that he believed to be nothing but innocent. He asked me something again, but I continued to stare at him, specifically his hand. "Y/n?" He asks, shifting his head to capture my eyes again. This stopped me from zoning out; quietly clearing my throat. "Sorry," I mumble while my fingers pick away my nail polish again. "What's a Syntax?" He asks again, eyes boring into mine. "The way the piece is structured," I say as he smiles. It's quiet for a moment, and when my eyes lift up, my gaze is locked with his.

"I have an idea," he says, standing up. He reaches his hand out for mine, and I take it hesitantly. "You've been helping me, it's only fair I help you." He says, pulling me to my feet. When I'm up, I notice how close I am to him, especially that he hasn't let go of my hand. I swallow hard, trying my best to maintain eye contact with him. "We'll play a game; you ask me questions and every time I get one right you have to take off one of your clothes," he whispers softly. My eyes widen, and I feel my heart starting to beat faster. "And if you get it wrong?" I whisper back, leaning in closer. He just smiles as he dips his head, connecting his lips with mine.

I cannot believe this is happening to me. I am fucking kissing Stiles Stilinski, my crush since elementary school and God does it feel just how I always imagined it would. The kiss is gentle, caring. I pull back slowly as I make eye contact with him again. I swallow hard and feel my hands start to shake a little in his soft hands. "Um, I've never really...kissed anyone before. Well, before now," I whisper, nervous beyond belief. He just smiles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "See? You teach me, I'll teach you." He gives me a comforting smile before cupping his hand behind the base of my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. This time, it's more feverent, hurried. Like he was going to lose me if he stops. I learn as he kissed, opening my mouth enough for his tongue to slip in, a gentle hum coming from my throat.

My hands, more comfortable now, move up to dance through his dark hair, nails gently scratching his scalp. He was taller than me, causing my head to have to lean up just to kiss him, but it felt magical. I felt safe in his hold, rough, but gentle hands tilting my head up to meet his kiss. He pulled away enough to kiss down my jaw, down to my neck as my head tilts back with eyes closed. My fingers continue to dance through his hair, a soft whine releasing from my mouth when he found my sweet spot. I felt him smirk against my neck, mouth traveling back up to meet my mouth again. He moves me backwards, letting us fall softly on the mattress. He kissed back down my jaw again, but further this time as he reached my collarbone. He sucked a hickey on the side, causing my core to ache and clench around nothing. "fuck sti," I whine, letting my hands fall to his biceps. He liked the nickname--I could tell; a soft smile forming on his kissed lips as he rested above me.

"Ask away," he whispers, leaving sloppy, wet kisses all over my neck. In a way, it was all almost too overwhelming, but somehow it felt like it was supposed to happen. I couldn't focus, not with my core aching, legs moving softly as if to get some release. "What's a -fuck,-an enjambment," I ask, hands roaming his body. "Mhm," he kisses my collarbone again softly, lips trailing to my ear. "When the line ends with no punctation," he says, smirking as I nod. He lets his fingers dance under the hem of my shirt. He slowly peels it off, letting it slide over my head before throwing it on the floor somewhere behind him. He's quick to kiss my stomach, my body arching up into his gentle touch. "Next," he whispers, kissing the tops of my breasts. My breathing intensifies, hands running through his hair again. "How do you spell philanthropy," I ask, my teeth catching my lower lip. He looks up at me and grins, as he licks his lips. "If you wanted me to take my shirt off, all you had to do was ask," he chuckles, leveling his face above mine. "That's not how the game works, " I giggle, running hands down his arms. "I bet you don't even know how to spell that," he smiles, taking off his shirt.

The navy-blue cloths fall onto the floor with a quiet, thump as he repositions himself above me. "But you wouldn't know if I was right, would you?" I playfully ask, biting my lip. He chuckles softly, catching my lips in a kiss once again. My fingers trace his stomach, soft enough to make him shiver. "What's a metaphor?" I ask as he looks down at me. "A figure of speech when a word or phrase is applied to an object or action that has no real relation to the word," He answers proudly. This time, his fingers dance under the hem of my jeans, before his fingers undid the brass button and zipper. He helps me drag them down, before adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. "Fuck," he whispers under his breath, eyes taking in the thin white panties that so effortlessly match with the bra. I bite my lip, trying to overcome my nerves. My body wants to close up, run away but I can't bring myself to do it. Not when he's looking at my body like he wants to fuck me till morning.

His fingers hover above the straps along my hips before lifting them up slowly before letting them snap back against my skin. I gasp, the wetness in my panties growing larger, it was almost embarrassing. "How do you spell rhythm?" I ask, a grin forming on my face. He rolls his eyes, kissing my stomach. "r-y-t-h-m-n," he answers, confident in his answer. I giggle and shake my head, "r-h-y-t-h-m-n," I say, watching as he sighs in defeat. He slips off his jeans, throwing them in the darkness somewhere. "Okay, I see how it is ms. I'magoodspeller," he says, messing with the straps of my bra. My face starts to flush, the realization that this answer could leave me bare in front of him.

"How do you spell Indispensable?" I stay silent. I have no fucking clue how to spell that word. Fuck. "I-n-d-i-s-p-e-n-s-i-b-l-e?" I answer. "Wait no, it's with an "a"! I-n-d-i-s-p-e-n-s-a-b-l-e!" I say quickly, trying to retract my previous answer. "You got it wrong the first time, no take backs," He chuckles, hands slowly lifting down the straps to my bra before reaching behind my back to unclasp it. It lays limp until he slides it off my arms; perky nipples on display as goosebumps litter my body. He lets his eyes linger for a moment, admiring the sight before him. "Fuck you're pretty," he whispers, his rough hand moving up to massage the soft flesh. I bite my lip, watching as he leans down, pausing for a moment before taking the bud into his mouth. "Oh shit," I whine, my hands returning into his dark hair once again-this time pulling and tugging. He swirls his tongue around before sucking it gently to let it go with a soft pop! He kisses between my breasts, taking the other bud into his mouth to give it the same attention.

My body arched up into him, my clothed clit brushing against his hard erection in his boxers. "Please Stiles..." I whine, my core pulsing at the lack of attention. "I know, I know," he whispers, sucking onto that sweet spot once again. His hand finally travels lower, antagonizingly slow I might add, as he slips his fingers over my white, lacy panties. He begins to rub small circles over my clit, kissing my neck, jaw and chest as I arch into his touch. He brings his lips back up to mine, accepting my moans as he fastens his pace. My legs wrap around his torso, my aching and empty hole begging to be fucked for the first time. "Sti-I, fuck, please-" I whimper, head thrown back in ecstasy. God if he can do this with just his fingers-no his hand, then fuck. The wet patch in my panties begins to grow, fingers rubbing fast and small circles around my bud. "please, please, please...fuck sti!" I moan, hips moving back and forth to fasten the rhythm of his hand.

Suddenly, he slips his fingers into my panties, letting a digit slip into my sopping hole. I moan loudly into his mouth as he kisses me, letting another digit in to fuck me softly. My body starts to shake from the overwhelming feeling, the band breaking as he curls his fingers into my G-spot. My mouth opens as a loud moan escapes me, body shaking as he slips his tongue into my mouth, fingers riding out my high. "That's it, I've got you," he coo's, kissing my neck as my body settles down the shaking. I close my eyes, sweaty body breathing heavily against his chest. I feel him slip my panties off, throwing them in the pile of jeans and shirts. "You okay?" He asks, caressing my face softly. I nod, licking my lips. "I want more," I whisper. "Please." He smiles at my question throwing off his boxers. "Whatever you want," he answers, kissing my cheek. He leans over to his drawer, grabbing a condom as he slides it over his length. He leans down to kiss me as he moves his hands under my legs, bending them forward as he pushes into me. I let a satisfied whine out into his mouth, the feeling of him inside me already feeling so good. He kisses me deeply, letting his tongue explore my mouth. He starts slow, letting his forehead connect with mine, heavy breaths coming from our mouths.

"Fuck you're amazing," he groans, pushing out slow before bottoming out quickly. This let moans come as they will, back arching off the bed, and the steady shaking from my legs to make it all feel so lifechanging. It didn't take long before I felt the cord in me about to break again, my hands cupping his neck as I moaned out soft praises. "Sti-" I whine, met with a groan from his lips. "Fuck, I know, me too-" he says, fastening his pace. My legs began to shake once again, breathing becoming heavier than before. "Fuck, please Sti-oh shit," I moan, hips meeting his thrusts. The cord finally snapped, body arching up off the bed as Stiles kisses my neck again. "Fuck," he groans, pulling out quickly to release in the condom. He lays next to me, tracing my stomach softly. "Are you okay?" He whispers, sitting up. I nod and smile, glancing at him. He smiles back, going to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and return with a wet rag. He drags it across my body, soaking up the sweat and spit from his kisses. "You wanna stay the night?" I nod as he leans down to kiss me.

[biggukuma]

A fanfiction or a series (my god, a series about this) in which Eli explains (in the voiceover for the series?) just how weird his family is.

Starting with Eli's many aunts and uncles, 3/4 of whom share no blood ties with him. ( Yes, the puppy pack is part of the Hale pack. Yes, Alec was Eli's babysitter. )

( Erica and Boyd would have twins about the same age as Eli. Why would that be? I have no idea. )

( For those who love Scott/Isaac/Allison, they would have 4 children. Yes, exactly, so that 3 of them would come from duos and the last one would come into the world thanks to the magic and presence of 3 DNAs. )

(The whole pack would not live in the huge mansion that is the Stilinski-Hale mansion. Thiam and Morey would have their own place. Sheriff would have refused to move in. )

Then his cousins, of all ages, each more unusual and annoying than the last. With whom he shares the same grimaces when they learn that most of their parents have gone out with each other.

( - Sweet Home Alabama-

- Shut up! )

His dziadzia, who had never been angry with him for ruining his wallpaper (he had every reason to be. They were horrible drawings-) and who had taught him to lie to his tata while making him promise never to lie, understood, you little rascal, when they went to get the greasiest order in the whole fast-food restaurant. And his babcia and his abuela and his abuelo and his tias and his tios and his primos and his primas he knew only in grave form.

Finally, his dads, who look like they hate each other half the time or would kill someone if it made the other half smile. His two dads who have criminal records but brunch with the station cops once a month. His two dads who are both biologically men and who have biologically managed to have a child together.

(Eli politely asks anyone who jokes about him being his parents' little shit to fuck off. His dads told him his tata had a C-section, okay ?!)

A fanfic or series in which we discover the famous Hale Pack that has risen from the ashes and is so feared and respected. Where we discover how Eli feels so alienated from the pack he loves and cherishes, so alienated from his family. How Eli feels he's not cut out to be the next Alpha of the pack. How certain Eli is that he'll never be anything like his incredible, powerful, famous dads, no matter how many times he's told he's the spitting image of Stiles or has Derek's eyes and sourwolf face.

Eli sees himself as the boring kid in this extraordinary family, the boring offspring of a rich heir to a famous werewolf pack, a bad boy with a tragic past in his youth, a DILF today with his dad's super skills, a fair and fierce true Alpha (alive and not DEAD) and an FBI agent as sarcastic as he is intelligent, a supernatural detective in his spare time, a fearsome spark, emissary and Alpha mate. Like the good old cliché of the character with no friends but his cousins and an overpowering entourage, so beloved and popular and so much more remarkable and interesting script-wise than he is.

(Perhaps Eli never could and never will be able to shift? Perhaps being human is in part the source of his fear.)

And being the good old cliché that he is, he apparently becomes interesting when he gets superpowers. (Stiles is not at all happy that the Nemeton has chosen him to be its guardian. In fact, no one in his family seems happy. Great.)

[usermischief]

♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags: first son Stiles, bodyguard Theo, secret relationship ♞Words: 949 ♞Prompt: “I assume I deserve this, but can you tell me why you want to kill me this time?” ♞Mini Fic Roulette: 34/∞

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“Okay, put the lamp down.” Theo’s voice is heavy with indifference. At least, he has half the mind to keep his hands in the air because that at least means Stiles managed to cause a bit of unease. It’s not even that he wants to end Theo’s life and then some; it’s more about scaring some sense into him. 

Stiles slams the lamp back on the nightstand, the sound too loud in the brief silence of the room. “One day, when you least expect it. I swear-” he cuts off and crosses his arms tightly over his chest.

Sighing deeply, Theo lowers his arms. “I assume I deserve this, but can you tell me why you want to kill me this time?”

“You are—” Stiles isn’t exactly surprised by Theo’s ignorance. It’s not his responsibility to keep up with social media or other publications — that’s what Lydia has been hired for. Unfortunately, he isn’t even interested in staying connected to his friends and family living on the other side of the country. Otherwise, he most likely would already been aware of doing something wrong. Which, he technically didn’t. It’s still a stupid fucking mistake. Exhaling sharply, Stiles unlocks his phone and tosses it at Theo, who catches it with his stupid, lightning-fast reflexes. If only Theo’s brain would work as fast as the rest of his body.

Furrowing his brows, Theo reads the headline of one of the various articles Stiles has chosen. He blinks. Reads it again. The weight of the situation finally seems to sink in as Theo pales and sinks to the edge of Stiles’ bed. “You dad is going to end me.”

“Oh, so you’re scared of my dad?” Stiles retorts, unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

“Your dad,” Theo snaps, his frustrations more than clear as he drops Stiles’ phone beside him, “is the fucking president.”

“And you’re a fucking idiot.” Stiles rounds the bed, huffing out a breath. “I mean, seriously... your wallpaper?” He flicks Theo’s forehead, merely raising a brow as his dear boyfriend glares at him. As adorable as it is, Theo should’ve known better than to use a picture of them as his phone’s background. His private phone, yes, but his phone, nonetheless. People know who he is. They look at him too, even though Theo doesn’t like to think about that. Someone was bound to see and take a picture and from there on out, it spread like wildfire.

Theo tugs on his suit jacket, his expression adorably helpless as he looks up at him. Usually, Theo doesn’t fuck up. Perfect Theodore Raeken is not accustomed to making mistakes. He’s the best at his job, and Stiles’ dad’s biggest hope at reigning his son in. It worked, to a degree. Mostly because they started dating, and Stiles’ priorities shifted away from hooking up with random strangers.

Letting out a breath, Stiles cups Theo’s cheeks. “When I said I’m tired of hiding our relationship, I didn’t mean ‘tell the whole world’.” Stiles can keep himself from smiling as he leans down and kisses Theo’s forehead. “It’s cute though.” Despite his frustration with the situation, Stiles can’t really stay angry now that Theo looks so defeated.

Theo slumps forward, burying his face against Stiles’ stomach, and groans softly. “I fucked up.”

“Happens to the best of us.” Stiles runs his fingers through Theo’s shorts strands. They’ve been dating for four months, and while Stiles can’t deny that he’s fallen pretty damn hard for him, he didn’t expect that Theo is the one messing up by having the two of them as his wallpaper. He wasn’t aware they’ve reached that stage yet. “I hope this teaches you to be more careful from now on.” And if this situation doesn’t get it through Theo’s head, his father’s tirade most likely will. After all, he hired Theo to be Stiles’ bodyguard and dating his only son isn’t exactly part of the job description.

As if on cue, Stiles’ phone vibrates with a very short text message from his dad.

> My office. Now.

Stiles pats the back of Theo’s head gently. “Time to put on your big boy pants, babe, the boss is demanding our presence.” He’s not looking forward to this conversation. Not even a little bit, despite knowing that his dad is cool with them dating. Learning about them through tabloids is what he’s mad at. As well as knowing that the press is going to have a field day with the first son dating his bodyguard. Lydia is not going to be happy either because all of this means she’s got her work cut out for her.

Theo whines softly and wraps his arms around Stiles’ waist as if that could save him from facing the music.

As much as Stiles would love to continue cuddling his boyfriend, experience taught him that avoiding the lecture will only make everything worse. They might have the chance to do some damage control if they don’t hide from the consequences. “It’s going to be fine,” Stiles assures Theo, running his fingers over the nape of his neck, “once he’s done yelling.”

Theo whines again, a little louder this time, but he lets go of Stiles and stands up, looking like he’s about to throw up. How strange that he’s ready to stand in front of a gun without breaking a sweat, but Stiles’ dad being angry with him terrifies him.

Smiling faintly, Stiles brushes his lips against the corner of Theo’s mouth and intertwines their fingers, squeezing Theo’s hand gently. “Let’s go.”

“Okay,” Theo breathes, holding onto Stiles’ hand so tightly, Stiles doubts he’ll let go of him anytime soon.

[heylolita00]

Dylan o'brien

[snnynaturalarch]

get to know the mun.

what's your phone wallpaper: sam and dean tied up in that one christmas episode with sassy bitch faces

last song you listened to: sounds of someday by radio company we love zaddy jensen

currenly reading: my textbooks.......

last movie: mr. and mrs. smith can you believe i've never seen it until now??

last show: sonny with a chance

what are you wearing right now?: my yellow pjs ehehehe

how tall are you?: 5'3.... sometimes 5'3 1/2 depending on what hip i'm on

piercings / tattoos?: ears pierced the basic kind cause low pain tolerance and money

glasses / contacts: none

last thing you ate?: gummy beeeaaarrss

favourite colour: sunflower yellow and emerald green

current obsession: supernatural..... are we even surprised?

do you have a crush right now?: AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA ew no

favourite fictional character: ah fuck... okay. sonny munroe, chad dylan cooper, winchester brothers, castiel, meg, crowley, rowena, charlie, lucifer, jack, cain, ruby, kate bishop, loki, yelena belova, stiles stilinski, lydia martin, klaus mikaelson, stefan salvatore, katherine pierce, caroline forbes, bonnie bennett, davina claire....... i can fucking go on.

last place you travelled: hawaii

tagged by : @sclvged twin flame <3

tagging : you cause tumblr is a bitch

[uselessgirl87]

Home Is Where the Spark Is - one-shot series (master post - Part 1 to Part 24) by Just Jim & Useless-girl

Back in the day JustJim and I had decided that we’re going to start a side collection of one-shots and drabbles related to our “Home Is Where the Spark Is” series. (After all, we needed a place where the extra smut, cuteness or emotions could go, which we couldn’t cram into our main story parts!)

Most of these can be read as standalones too, but to fully understand what’s going on, we recommend reading the main series first. Enjoy!

To read the one-shots on AO3, click HERE!

(Illustration by Useless-girl)

[amatchinwater]

Pairing: Steo

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Tracy Stewart, Theo Raeken, Josh Diaz, Hayden Romero

Warnings: Use of kanima venom, paralysis, colon typical violence, character death (not steo),

Words: 2424

Prompt: @badthingshappenbingo square Poison/Venom

Ao3 link Masterlist

Don't Kidnap Stiles

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“Wha- ow,” Stiles moves to clutch his pounding skull only to find that he can’t move. “What the hell,” he squints his eyes open to find himself completely unfamiliar with his surroundings.

Then again, Stiles doesn’t think anyone has recognized these surroundings in a very long time. There’s dust everywhere, the couch he’s half sitting on has a disgusting, torn cover that might have once been white. But time and neglect have turned it a sickly brown-gray. The walls look like they’re literally decaying right before his eyes. Paint chipping and wallpaper half torn with shreds on the floor. 

But the fact of the matter is, regardless of where he is, he can’t move. 

Which can only mean one thing.

Tracy.

What did he possibly do to piss the kanima off? Stiles tries to avoid her as much as possible outside of pack related things. There’s nothing he could’ve done. 

Where did she take him? All of the windows are boarded up, so he can’t see outside. Not that he can see all that well inside either. All of the lights he can see are busted, his only source is the natural light through the slats on the windows. So it’s daytime, that much he knows. But what day is it? How long has he been gone for?

Every horror movie he’s ever watched would heavily suggest that he should not do this. But Stiles has to face this eventually. Might as well have it be on his own terms. “Hello!” Stiles yells, “Tracy, are you here?”

She can’t be far, right? Just because he’s paralyzed doesn’t mean she’d just leave. Unless she knows exactly how long her venom lasts for. Which isn’t a fun thought if he’s honest.

“Tracy!” Stiles huffs, cool, so she just left him here to die probably. “Tra-”

“God, would you stop yelling?” Tracy appears around a corner, “it’s so fucking annoying.” The kanima crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the wall. “Do you need something, Your Highness?”

Your Highness? What? Stiles knows she’s not his biggest fan, but this is ridiculous. “Where am I, Tracy? What the hell is going on?” Okay, giving your kidnapper an attitude probably isn’t the best choice, but something’s gotta give. He needs answers.

“As if I’m going to tell you where you are,” she scoffs, shoving herself off the wall. Tracy stalks towards him, squatting in front of his knees, “but I guess I can’t see the harm in telling you why you’re here.”

Stiles bites away the sarcastic remark. He’s lucky enough that she didn’t get violent before. “Okay. Why am I here?” He asks, playing her little game.

“I want Theo,” she says plainly.

Stiles blinks. Then blinks twice. Was that supposed to be an explanation? Because it wasn’t. “What does that have to do with me?” He asks, carefully so he doesn’t sound rude. He’s so confused about the role he plays in this.

“Everything!” Tracy roars, snake eyes blazing angrily. If Stiles had the mobility to flinch, he would have. She shoots to her feet facing away and scoffs, “Theo doesn’t even look at me when you’re around!” 

This is a joke, right? It has to be. Stiles has seen with his own two eyes the way Theo looks at her. Because in what world would someone who looks like Theo give two shits about him with someone like Tracy in the room? It just doesn’t make sense. Does Stiles find their Alpha unnecessarily attractive and have the worst crush on him? Without a doubt. But that doesn’t mean Theo wants him like that. 

No way.

“Is this a joke?” Stiles snickers, though he tries not to. “Last I checked, Theo wanted you. He never pushes you away when you try to get close.”

The kanima whips around, “oh, but he has. You just don’t see it. I’ve tried to make it very clear that I want him. Pathetically thrown myself at him. But all he wants is you,” she seethes.

“Right,” Stiles quips, “sure.”

He never thought Tracy was the brightest crayon in the box, but he also didn’t think she was this stupid.

“He said so himself!” The kanima yells. “I asked him why I wasn’t good enough for him.” Tracy’s eyes tear up, “he said because I wasn’t you.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Theo said that?” Stiles breathes out.

Color him shocked.

“He’s in love with you, you asshole. You don’t have to be so smug about it.”

“Tracy, I-”

“Spare me your pity,” the kanima sniffles, shaking her arms out, “I don’t need it.” 

“But-”

“Besides,” she chuckles with a shrug, “you won’t be around much longer to be a problem.”

“What?”

No. No, no. Surely this was just meant to scare him. Tracy isn’t fucked up enough to kill him. Right?

Right?

“Goodnight, Stiles,” Tracy smirks, rushing the short distance and knocking him out cold. 

With her venom coursing through his system, there wasn’t even a chance to defend himself.

—

Stiles isn’t quite sure how long he’s been here for. Tracy has knocked him unconscious at least six times if his math is correct. And judging by how many different outfits he’s seen the kanima in, that he knows of, it’s been at least four days. Because he has no way of knowing how long he was here before he woke up the first time. Or if he’s slept more than one day after her punches. Not to mention how that many blows to the head could affect his brain. 

Tracy has fed him twice. Two times in the minimum four days he’s been here. Which doesn’t make any sense to him. If the kanima wants Stiles dead so badly, starvation is a great way to achieve that. She also gives him a bed pan when he needs to go to the bathroom. Which isn’t often and has turned very dark in color due to dehydration. Tracy is surprisingly clinical about it, like undressing and redressing him is nothing of consequence to her.

She’s gone again. And with what little light is sneaking through the cracks, it’s somewhere in the early morning.

He misses Theo. 

Stiles never thought he was allowed to do anything or ever voice his feelings to anyone but himself because of the visible heart eyes between Theo and Tracy. Or at least what he thought was obvious. But now, looking back on it, Stiles missed every time that Tracy tried to get close to their Alpha that Theo would come sit by him. Stiles assumed it was Theo not playing favorites. Giving attention to the human of his pack just as much as the others. Like he does with Mason.

But Theo was playing favorites!

And Stiles is his favorite. 

How could he have been so stupid? Exactly how long could Stiles have been with Theo if he’d only paid better attention? A couple months? A year? The first time he walked into Theo’s house asking to be in his pack? Longer?

All that time, wasted on obliviousness and pining and Stiles could’ve had what he wanted.

Theo wants him.

If only he has a way out of here. But there’s not much Stiles can do just being human and with a constant tap of kanima venom in his veins. 

Stiles’ finger twitches. 

His eyes dart to his hand, daring the digit to move again. Tracy has been gone for a while. There’s a lot more daylight coming through the windows now. Maybe the venom is wearing off. Focus, and Stiles might just get out of this. Even as a human he stands a small chance. All he needs is a little luck. 

What’s the scene from Kill Bill? Wiggle your big toe. In Stiles’ case, his pointer finger, but the concept still stands.

Move. Your. Finger.

“Ha!” Stiles cheers in triumph, his finger lifting up and down from the couch at his command. “Come on, Stilinski, keep it u-”

The front door bursts open, Tracy hastily slamming it shut and locking it. Stiles doesn’t need to be able to smell chemosignals to know she’s nervous; terrified even. And the kanima is clutching her side, breath labored. 

“Stupid,” Tracy mutters, “so stupid,” as she stumbles towards him grunting. She only makes it halfway before her legs give out and she crumbles against the wall. Tracy pulls her hand back showing it slick with blood. She winces as she presses it on the wound again.

“You’re hurt,” Stiles states.

Tracy snaps, “it’ll heal.”

“What happened?”

The kanima ignores him and growls, taking her hand off the wound again to inspect it.

“What happened?” Stiles repeats.

“Theo happened,” Tracy seethes, half lunging towards him before wincing again. “I thought I could try one last time. The pack was in the kitchen and I was alone with him in the living room.”

Stiles’ leg twitches, but the kanima is too busy telling him her story to notice. Good. Focus on yourself so that the rest of your venom can wear off. Her being wounded increases his chances of making it out of here.

“So I cuddled up to him,” Tracy huffs, “played it off like I was just scenting my pack, trying to help him feel better about still not being able to find you. And then I straddled his lap.” Stiles swallows the bile in his throat. “I kissed him. At first I thought he was going to kiss me back. His hands were on my waist and he groaned. But-” she stops, sounding choked up. 

“But?” Stiles asks, pretending like he’s hanging onto every word she’s saying. But in reality, the longer she takes to tell her story, the more time her paralytic has to run its course. He can almost turn his head. Knowing Theo has been looking for him fuels his fight.

“He asked why I smelled like you,” Tracy snarls. “Apparently I didn’t clean your stink off of me well enough when I left last.” 

Theo recognizes his scent. And is upset that he’s gone. Hopefully he and his father are raising hell to look for him.

“When I couldn’t give him a good enough answer, Theo sunk his claws into my sides and threw me off of him.” Tracy stands up gingerly and Stiles’ whole body tenses. He’s so close, she can’t scratch him now. “I ran like hell to get here. Time to finish the job. If he wants you so badly, he can find your corpse.”

Shit.

Tracy’s movements are sluggish and his limbs aren’t entirely his own just yet. All Stiles can do is throw himself off the couch and try to crawl away. A slug moves faster. Her hand fists the back of his flannel, throwing Stiles into the wall she was just slumped against.

He definitely felt that.

Numb hands brush the broken glass from his palms right as the front door is kicked in, sending it right off its hinges. Bits of wood splinters clatter on the floor followed by a vicious, loud roar. Both Stiles and Tracy recoil at the sound. The former from the mere volume, the latter out of fear.

Theo, with violently glowing red eyes, rushes into the house; Josh and Hayden behind him.

“Stiles,” the Alpha falls to his knees in front of him while his packmates subdue Tracy. “I’m gonna get you out of here in just a second, Angel,” Theo brushes hair off of Stiles’ forehead before kissing the exposed skin.

“Angel?” Stiles snorts despite himself. It’s cute and he definitely likes it, he just didn’t fully know what to expect if he ever saw Theo again.

“Yes,” Theo smiles softly, stroking his cheek, “Angel. Would you prefer Baby and Sweetheart too? ‘Cause I can do that.” But then the Alpha notices the state of him. The multicolor bruises on his nose and face from Tracy punching him. The lethargy in Stiles’ limbs. The blood on his palms. Theo’s eyes burn red again, “you’re hurt, baby. She hurt you,” the words are more animalistic in nature, Theo’s anger rising.

“Theo, I’m-”

The Alpha gets up, “Josh, help him,” he commands, seeing Tracy isn’t going anywhere with the hold Hayden has on her hair.

Even from the back you can see the authority in Theo’s posture. His stance is sure as he stalks towards the kanima. 

Josh is at his side in an instant, “I’m so sorry, Stiles.” The raiju gently grabs his hands and takes his pain, breathing life back into Stiles’ muscles and reducing the throbbing in his head. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Stiles whispers, eyes never leaving Theo. His palms don’t even sting anymore.

“Hayden,” Theo nods his head in their direction.

“But-” she looks unsure.

“Aww, don’t worry,” the Alpha coos, “Tracy’s not going anywhere.” His voice turns cold, “are you?” The kanima shakes her head no, so Hayden joins Stiles’ side, helping Josh get him to his aching feet. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Theo, I’m sorry,” Tracy whimpers, curling her shoulders to appear small. “I- I don’t- I’m sorry. I love you and I-”

“You took him from me!” Theo shouts in a growl, “you hurt him!”

“He never tried to do anything,” the kanima babbles, “never acted like he wanted you. You deserve better-”

“I was happy just to have him around!”

Despite the scene, Stiles’ heart warms knowing that even if he’d never voiced his feelings, that him simply being in the pack was enough for the Alpha. 

“I’m sorry,” Tracy cries. “I didn’t know what else to do. You don’t notice m-me. I’m sorry, p-please show mercy, Theo,” she begs.

“You might not want to watch this,” Hayden says under her breath, trying to turn Stiles away.

“No,” Stiles fights her hold, eyes locked on the scene. He won’t look away.

“Theo, please,” she sniffles, the Alpha all of two inches away now.

“No,” Theo snarls, claws sinking into the kanima’s throat. “You don’t deserve mercy,” he says, ripping out her jugular and tossing it aside. Theo’s in front of him before her body hits the floor. “Let’s get you home, Angel. Mason and Corey are making your favorite. Your dad should be there soon too.” 

“I missed you so much,” Stiles admits, falling into the Alpha’s chest.

“I missed you too, Angel,” Theo cups his cheeks to kiss his forehead. “I missed you too.”

Stiles chokes up a bit, leaning in to properly kiss Theo for himself. Feeling safe for the first time in a long time simply by being in Theo’s arms. 

[gunsmiths]

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what’s your phone wallpaper : at the moment, my lockscreen is astronaut hello kitty and my Home Screen is just a regular pink frilly background

last song you listened to : rabbit hole by aviva

currently reading : . . fanfiction

last movie : scream 6

last show : scorpion

what are you wearing right now : pink pajama top and pink pajama shorts

how tall are you : 4’9 I think

piercings / tattoos : I only have the traditional earlobe piercings but I do want a nose piercing one day

glasses / contacts : glasses RAHH

last thing you ate : waffles and sausages

favorite color(s) : light pink, baby blue, white, black

current obsession : scorpion . . tiktok, lumi athena

do you have a crush right now : yeah, my girlfriend <3

favorite fictional character : kai parker or stiles stilinski . . or percy jackson I dunno

last place you traveled : uhhh I honestly have no idea I think florida

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