How much effort do you think it would take to recreate teen wolf in among us?
Corey: I would die for you.
Mason: I would die for you too.
Corey, getting choked up: Please don’t do that.
Highkey wishing I could go back to 2014 when I first started watching Teen Wolf and could actually enjoy things in life.
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[Corey kissing Mason goodbye]
Corey: I don’t want to go.
Mason: I love you.
Corey: I love you.
Mason: I love you.
Mason: I love you more.
Corey: This is not true.
Corey: I am the one who loves you more.
Mason: I’m gonna miss you.
Am I going back into my Teen Wolf phase, my The Vampire Diaries phase, or my Legacies phase??? I’m getting all three at once and I am not okay with it!!
steo + cardinal sins
They’re in Theo’s truck, running to god knows where - away, drive far away, Stiles pleaded earlier in panic.
He’s calm now - as serene as a sea before a storm.
His phone rings for the umpteenth time. He can continue ignoring it, but he takes pity on Josh. He looked more frightened than Stiles was when Theo hopped into his car and declared he was leaving with Stiles.
He swipes, and the call connects. Josh breathes in a loud relief and immediately barrages on. “Theo, finally! What the hell, man? What the fuck’s going - ”
He’s cut off, and a second later, another voice blares through the speaker: female and outraged. “We better not be forfeiting our mission just to help your human bitch, Theo Raeken, because I swear to - ”
Theo rolls his eyes; he’s already bored with them. “Just trust me,” he says placidly.
Tracy scoffs in high pitch on the other end, “Trust you? Trust you! You son of - ”
He ends the call and turns his phone off. He glances at his rearview and finds Josh’s silver Highlander still tailing them. He smirks in sick satisfaction. No matter what they say, they’ll follow Theo anyway. They’re a pair of headless chickens without him.
He tilts his head to the passenger’s side where Stiles sits, clenching and unclenching his hands and jaw. They’ve been quiet apart from the sound of their breathing. “Do you have a destination in mind now?”
“Just drop me off in another ten miles, then you can leave,” Stiles replies in monotone.
Theo lifts a brow, “Where would I go?”
“Back to your life,” Stiles replies, not looking at Theo once. His voice is gruff - bitter, indignant. “And the pack you still have.”
Theo allows a moment before he offers. “You can come with us,”
That gives Stiles a pause. Theo glances at him briefly and catches the scowl on his face. “You don’t have to help me anymore. I won’t tell your pack about Donovan,”
A smirk slides into place, and then a dark chuckle, “Bold of you to assume they don’t already know. And frankly, they don’t care,”
They enter a dark, deserted road; Josh and Tracy following close. Theo turns to Stiles when his heartbeat begins picking up again - his emotions surging once more. The boy’s face pinches, “Why are you helping me?”
“Why did you need my help?” Theo returns equally.
Stiles’s nose flares up, and his eyes flash. His previous calm suddenly gives way to a violent rage taking over his body - it’s exquisite to behold. All the potential of this ferocity is making Theo breathless with desire.
“They’ve been waiting for me to make a mistake so it would seem justifiable,” he snarls, eyes wet and shaking. He’s so perfect. “Scott wants to lock me in Eichen House - they all do - because I outlived an attempted murder. He doesn’t believe it’s self-defense because of what I am, the pompous, righteous - ”
Stiles cuts himself off sharply as Theo veers to the side of the road. He faces Theo, angry tears running down from his eyes - desolation and fury blurring together. “He’s my best friend!”
Theo notices the car stopping behind them, but his attention is rapt on Stiles. He’s beautiful as a whirlpool is in its way - an impelling force drawing Theo in. The chimera reaches a hand to his neck, rubbing at the soft skin under his touch. “Not anymore,” he tells Stiles matter-of-factly, unsympathetic.
“They fear me,” Stiles sneers, one hand coming up to grasp at the fabric of Theo’s jacket. “And think I’m dangerous.”
“They should because you are,”
His face contorts, “I’m not going back to that wretched place,”
Whether he means Beacon Hills, Eichen House, the convention center, or his pack, Theo doesn’t bother finding out. Maybe it’s all of those.
“You don’t have to,” Theo says in earnest. He inhales the murky air surrounding the car and feels himself shudder. He holds the boy tighter. “Come with us. Stay with me.”
Stiles doesn’t speak for the duration of when he runs his eyes all over Theo’s face. There’s a new scent - exclusively for Theo - permeating the atmosphere. Theo leans closer, wetting his lips in anticipation. Stiles’s eyes stray to his mouth and linger. He stares as he nods and whispers, “Where?”
wrath - n. strong vengeful anger or indignation
Some man said “galvanize” on msnbc & my ass just got teen wolf triggered
Arden Cho & Steven R. McQueen
me whenever the wind blows when someone’s alone:
Stiles: We will do our best.
Isaac: Actually, maybe not our best, but some level of effort.