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Sweet Little Sunshine (part 1: number)

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Steo | Stiles x Theo | First Responders prompt @steodiscord | contains some sm ut

Stiles is 3 weeks in to his medical training as a senior med student. He has to make good here because this will decide which hospital he'd be a doctor in.

He has to focus. But a certain firefighter is making that a little difficult.

Waltzing in with all his hotness and attention on Stiles. Applying pressure of pursuing him, gifts and go-out-with me statements. Throwing out pickup lines to him whenever he is there.

Focusing is becoming harder and harder for Stiles.

Beacon Hills Med. The hospital Stiles is training in. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open to the ER.

"Good morning." -Stiles greeted everyone. The receptionist, the nurses, Stiles' co-med students and the doctors.

"Stilinski, come here." -Stiles' resident doctor called him over to start the day. They work on emergency. So the cases Stiles see are always very bloody. Severe wounds etc etc from accidents or urgent cases.

He was looking around quite a bit everytime the emergency doors open. He couldn't forget the day his firefighter walked in. Theo Raeken.

Theo was rushing in with a patient that got into a car accident. A metal bar was lodged through his thigh and in a very delicate situation, they must keep him as steady as possible to avoid slicing the main artery and risk bleeding to death. And Theo was there to help the medics on that, keeping the bar in place with tools.

Stiles was with the team who handled that. Stiles kept glancing at Theo and unbeknownst to him, Theo was glancing at him too. When they're able to stabilize the patient, Theo walked up to Stiles and introduced himself.

And the rest is them looking for each other at work for the third week now.

Theo doesn't always come in because he isn't really a medic. He is a firefighter, squad leader, who are highly trained and specializes in rescue operations using heavy equipments through the worst case scenarios.

Stiles let out a sigh, he wished Theo would walk through those doors, but of course that's a bad thing too because that means there had been a severe accident.

"Waiting for your fireman?"

Stiles was pulled out from his pining by a co-med student, and bestfriend, Lydia Martin.

"Lyds, hey."

"Good so far. ER is not toxic today. As of the moment. So, you waiting on your fireman?"

"W-What?!? My fireman?" -Stiles wanted to laugh it off but Lydia ain't letting go. Stiles laughed again, at himself this time.

He's laughing at himself because he had laughed at Lydia before for having a thing for firefighters. He just doesn't get it. And now he is the one that has a firefighter crush.

"I told you to go out with him already!"

"I can't, Lyds, we're training right now. We can't afford distractions. And besides, I'm not even sure if Theo is serious."

"We can focus on training and also find the love of our lives and have 'fun'. Theo is very hot. And looks like he is very good at "it", you know." -Lydia giggled.

"Lyds, you know me, I don't like playing around. And Theo seems like a guy that everybody wants. And he is hot, yes, so he can definitely indulge sometimes. Most probably he is some kind of a playboy. I don't wanna be just his flavor of the week."

Stiles was speaking from a certain experience. Before all these, from elementary to med school, no one ever asked him out or expressed interest in him. He was seen as a nerd, a geek, he sometimes asks how he became best friends with a cool person like Lydia. There are some that tried picking Stiles up but he knows they're joking, or product of bets; he could tell, and he comes back with sarcasm to those that tried.

So, Stiles kinda have a low confidence about himself being attractive enough for something real. And then here he is, a training med student, and a fiery firefighter comes and announces interest in him. Naturally, Stiles was doubtful.

"Well, you can ask your dad about Theo."

Stiles' dad is the chief at the firehouse Theo works at. But he never told his dad about Theo hounding and pursuing him.

"No, I don't wanna resort to that. It's the 3rd week now, I think he would've moved onto his next flavor of the week."

"Exactly, 3 weeks now, Stiles. That is way past the flavor for the week timeframe."

"Lyds, I just... I'm not sure. Haven't seen him for a while now. I bet he's onto another person by now."

"Oh, I don't think so~." -Lydia said in a sing song manner and began walking away.

Stiles was confused a bit.

"Good morning, sunshine."

Theo said from behind him, close to his ear. A little too close. And hands, on his waist, gradually rubbing up and down.

Stiles jerked away. He was startled. There is a hot breath on his ear, a very sultry sounding voice, and those warm hands rubbing his waist, from a very good look guy behind him: Theo.

"T-Theo?!? What are you doing here?" -Stiles took a step away and turned to face Theo.

"Dropped off a patient. And I wanted to see you." -Theo took half a step closer to Stiles. "I brought coffee."

Stiles felt Theo is too close, he wanted to step away again but he hit the counter behind him, no way to move any farther.

"Oh, uhm, I'm still on the clock."

"Stiles, I'm going to the cafeteria now, break time!" -Lydia giggled. She's not letting Stiles escape Theo.

"It's your break time, perfect! Come with me." -Theo wrapped his arm around Stiles' neck and started walking with him out of there.

"B-But, you are still on shift, right?"

"Yeah, I have my radio with me in case of calls, it's okay.

Stiles clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes at Lydia. He knows Lydia intentionally announced that he lied to Theo about being on the clock. Lydia just mouthed 'have fun!' and waved Stiles goodbye.

Stiles just sighed and walked with Theo to the rooftop. Theo handed him the coffee he got. Stiles smelled it, hazelnut macchiato.

"How'd you know?"

"I have sources." -Theo winked at him.

Lydia. Stiles immediately knew.

"Thanks."

They start drinking their coffee, Theo engaging Stiles in conversations. Stiles was having fun, he just kept talking and smiling, looking all bright and charming. That did not escape Theo. He was watching Stiles the whole time.

They've grown quite close with each other over the past weeks. Theo would go visit Stiles whenever he helps bring a patient in or when the hospital is on the way from an emergency call. Theo would always make their rig stop and go see Stiles even for a few minutes. Stiles would always behave like he doesn't wanna see Theo, but everyone can see the change of mood from Stiles whenever Theo comes. Stiles is always happier when Theo comes visiting.

Stiles was looking very happy and cute talking about the geek convention he attended over the weekend. Theo liked it a lot and wasn't able to control himself.

He leaned closer and kissed Stiles on the cheek.

Stiles was speechless. And then Theo asked the question he'd been asking for for weeks now.

"So... can I get your number now?"

"...No." -Stiles said, still in shock from the sudden cheek kiss from Theo.

"I can kiss you but I can't get your number?" -Theo was in disbelief.

"Uhm..." -Stiles' beeper sounded off. "My break is almost over. And I think your crew is getting bored."

Stiles gestured to the squad truck below, parked just in front the hospital.

Theo looked down and shook his head. "Fine. But still, I'll come see you again." Theo looked up and smiled at Stiles.

Theo started to walk away. But he stopped before walking out the door.

"Stiles, you're not just the flavor of the week."

Stiles was surprised, he figured Theo heard what he was talking about with Lydia.

"And I'm serious." -Theo smiled and walked out the door.

Stiles just stood there, holding the cup of coffee from Theo. Thinking about what happened. He touched the cheek where Theo kissed him.

"Stiles!" -Lydia fetched him. "So, what happened?"

"N-Nothing." -Stiles finished his coffee cup and dumped it in the trash.

They went back to the ER to continue their day.

-+-+-+-

Theo walked to their squad rig and sat there quiet for a while. He smiled as he thought back to the cheek kiss. He remembered the day he first saw Stiles. His little sunshine.

He got called out to a car accident. It was pretty hard because they needed to use heavy equipment to stabilize the car, tie it to prevent it from falling off the bridge, pry open the car door and then carefully move the patient as steady as they can. He went along the ambo to help their medics secure the patient without the patient bleeding out on the way.

They reached the ER and they slammed the door open, the head nurse immediately called out orders of who is the doctor and which room they'd use. They were directed to a room and there were doctors immediately there. Everyone is familiar to Theo but not someone, who Theo understood to be a training med student.

Stiles has big doe eyes, and has pale white skin, like a sunshine. And Theo loves his sunshines. Sunshine signifies a new day for Theo, that he survived the previous day and is headed to face another.

"Raeken, I need something here and here, then cut this side of the bar first." -the attending doctor asked.

"Yes, sir." -Theo followed the instructions carefully. Taking a buzz saw to cut the bar.

After his part on the situation, he looked up at Stiles and saw that the doctor in training was also looking at him. He smiled and nodded as he stepped out of the room.

He waited for the doctors to finish. He approached Stiles and introduced himself. Stiles was a little nervous but introduced himself as well. Theo asked about the patient and if there is something more he can do. To which Stiles said no, we got it handled, thank you. Theo said goodbye and left.

And everytime he brings patients in, he looks for Stiles and talks to him. Stiles was hesitant at first and being sarcastic all the time. But that didn't deter Theo, he could handle the sarcasm by spouting a few back at Stiles. Stiles was irritated at first but he gradually became friendly. The sarcasm and witty comebacks just became part of how they talk.

And then Theo remembered Stiles' reaction to him today. And the topic he was talking about with Lydia. Stiles is not sure about him. If he is serious about him. To which he is! But Stiles has a hard time believing that. Because Theo came on as an aggressive guy that is popular and could possibly be just looking for a hook up.

Theo felt angry at that. And sad as well. But he can't blame Stiles. He did have a reputation for hooking up. And most likely Stiles heard of it around the hospital. Their town is quite small.

Theo groaned and looked at his bestfriends. He was contemplating on asking them a question, seeing that it's just the 3 of them in the front of the rig.

"Hey, how's your sweet little sunshine?" -Jackson.

"Don't call him that. Only I can call him that." -Theo said.

"So, it ain't good. What happened?" -Brett followed.

"Tell me... honestly, guys, do I come across as a jackass? Douchebag? Playboy? Fuckboy?"

Theo decided to ask just as they are pulling into the firehouse.

"Okay, wait, hold on! Did Stiles call you that?" -Jackson

"I like this Stiles now. You should bring him over sometime." -Brett was laughing as the three of them got off the rig.

The three of them separated from the rest of the crew to come sit at their table at the apparatus floor.

"Talbot, I'm serious." -Theo slumped down on his seat.

Jackson and Brett looked at each other. With knowing stares. They know. They know their friend is whipped. Stiles really captured his heart.

"Okay, in all honesty, you're kinda cocky. Nope, you are cocky. And that intimidates people. And turns some people away. Like you're good at everything. You act like you're better than everyone else. And you look too... good. There are people that get intimated by too good-looks and would wanna avoid you at all costs." -Jackson berated, Brett nodding along.

"But... That's not cocky, that's confident. I am better. I am good at everything I do. And it's not my fault if I look this good."

"Cocky." -Jackson pointing at Theo, having proved a point. Brett laughing at the exchange.

"And also you being a 'crowd favorite'. You know, hooking up and all that."

"I have needs. And they're offering. And so do you, guys!" -Theo shrugged it off.

"That could be deterring Stiles. He might be thinking you just wanna fuck then ghost, wham bam, thank you mam."

"But I'm serious."

"We know, hence this conversation. I'm just saying, those are the things Stiles could be hearing about you. Can't blame him for being cautious of you." -Jackson leaned back in his chair.

"But even so, Theo does have things to back it up. He really is good at what he does. And he is goodlooking. So hooking up is easy, nothing we or him can do about that." -Brett followed it up.

"Yeah..." -Theo looked at Brett suspiciously. Brett is really kind and sweet to him today. "... wait, you're gonna ask for an off day huh?"

Brett just smiled. Jackson laughed out loud. Theo jabbed at Brett's arm.

"Just one day, man. I gotta be some place."

"... Fine. Fill up paperwork." -Theo making a give-me gesture with his hand.

Brett rejoiced and took out the form already in his fireman coat...

"I've never, we've never, seen you like this before. So we know you are deathly serious about Stiles. You can't do anything about the things you did in the past, but you can show Stiles that those are nothing to worry about now. I know you can prove it. All you gotta do is for Stiles to give you the chance to." -Brett said seriously.

He, too, was in the same situation before. Having the same reputation as Theo. He asked Theo for advice then too. The person he's pursuing doesn't take him seriously, nothing but just as a fuckbuddy to keep around.

"I know. But Stiles is very much guarded. He sees me and talks to me when I go visit him, but he doesn't wanna give me his number."

"Hah! I never knew I'd see the day Theo could not get someone's number." -Jackson was teasing him now.

Theo picked up the rag on the table and threw it at Jackson. "Clean the rig, man."

"What?!? Theo, come on!"

"Clean the rig." -Theo was serious.

"...Fine." -Jackson trudged away.

"Well, no other way then. Keep coming to him." -Brett was handing the leave form to Theo.

"Oh, believe me, I will." -Theo signed Brett's form. "Oh, when you get back from this, you clean all our gears."

"Fuck!" -Brett face-palmed.

"Sucking up to me ain't gonna work, ever, without me getting back at you somehow." -Theo smirked at Brett.

"I'm gonna file a complaint! -Brett shouted on his way to pass the form to their chief.

"Like hell you would!" -Theo grinned.

Their firehouse chief, Chief Stilinski, was watching them through his office window. As they were driving in, he overheard the three's conversation, caught Jackson say: did Stiles call you that.

Stiles never told him anything about Theo at all. Chief Stilinski grew wary.

"Chief?" -Brett knocking on his door.

Chief Stilinski signalled for him to come in. He accepted Brett's leave form and asked him...

"When you go back out, tell Raeken I'm looking for him."

"Sure thing, chief."

Brett let out a breath when he turned around.

'Oh boy, Theo. This just got complicated.' -Brett thought on his way to Theo.

"Did he say why?" -Theo was a little nervous.

"I think you know."

Theo gulped and walked to the chief's office.

"Hey, chief!" -Theo knocking.

"Close the door."

Theo did. "So, what's the matter chief?"

"Get away from my son."

"S-Sorry?"

"Get away from Stiles."

"Chief... what brought this about?" -Theo was thinking if Stiles said something about the kiss earlier today.

"Raeken. I have nothing against you or what you do outside of work. And your work is brilliant. You're one of the best firefighters in town. But I also know about you hooking up quite often. And my son is not someone for just hooking up."

"That's not my inten-"

"Leave my son alone."

"Chief! Hear me out-"

The emergency alarm went off. An ambo requested for squad assistance in a call. Something about a situation they can't do alone.

"That's you. Head out!" -Chief ordered him out of his office.

Theo was gritting his teeth. He turned around and opened the door. There is an emergency but he couldn't let it go.

"Chief, I'm sorry. But I won't leave your son alone. This is not just a hookup for me."

Theo declared and walked out of the office.

-+-+-+-

Stiles was a little out of it after Theo left. He never told Lydia about the cheek kiss.

"So, you gave him your number yet?"

"No."

"Stiles! Come on. He's been at it for almost a month now."

"Yeah. But... what if he's a mistake? What if he's not the one?"

"Then you'll learn something and be wiser on the next guy. But what if he is the one?"

Stiles was quiet on that.

"Okay, just this one thing... are you attracted to him? Do you like him?"

"It's kinda difficult to not be attracted to Theo, Lyds."

"Mn, yeah, point taken. So, what's stopping you? Just give the guy a chance. Give yourself a chance at your possible happily ever after."

Their talk was interrupted as the ER door slammed open, and again, with Theo.

A delicate case was presented. The patient Theo brought in has a huge ball of spiky, orange glass on him. They couldn't figure out what it is. And it is impaled on many places on the chest and stomach. The worst one, through the throat.

The ER was in such a clamor due to the severity and also, bizzareness of the situation. The medics that responded to the scene briefed the doctor staff.

That orange thing is an art piece being hung at the museum when the cable snapped and it fell onto the employee overseeing the task. The glass through his neck is dangerously close to severing his jugular. They stabilized it with the help of the squad. The doctors immediately moved. Assessed and remedied the other stabbed parts. Once stable, the doctor gave very delicate and specific instructions to Theo on how and where to cut, so they could get the big chunk of glass off without disturbing the piece stuck to the throat. So they can finally bring the patient to the OR.

Theo did. Instructing Brett to hand him the buzz saw and Jackson to replace him in holding the spiky glass globe steady as he goes and cut it in places; handing to Brett the cut pieces.

"Careful, careful." -the doctor was watching him closely.

Theo was on the last piece and cut through it without shaking the glass too much.

"Clear." -Theo announced as he helped Jackson lift the spiky glass globe off.

"Good! Bring him to the OR! Great work, Raeken. Squad." -the doctor nodded to the three in acknowledgement.

"Our pleasure." -Jackson answered for them.

They stayed there a while, sitting, catching their breath from the delicate case they just helped in.

Brett looked at Theo, who was adjusting his coat and putting away the buzz saw. He can't help but smile at how good Theo did. And that is why he is the squad leader. And when he looked away, out of the room, he saw that he is not the only one admiring Theo's work.

Brett elbowed Jackson beside him. Jackson looked at where Brett was looking.

Stiles was standing behind the nurse counter, staring at Theo in the room. The two giggled and looked at their squad leader. Theo was busy putting away all their gear. The saw, the heavy duty bands, ties, etc. etc. Theo most probably didn't realize Stiles was staring at him.

They know Theo well. Theo might be arrogant at times and be boastful, but when he is working, everything else disappears and he becomes serious and focuses hard on the task at hand.

So they watched Theo tidy up their gears, take a breath and then look up.

"Good job, guys. We could take a break before we head back to the firehouse." -Theo smiled at them. "You know where the cafeteria is, right?"

Brett and Jackson nodded.

"Good. Food's on me."

"Awesome! Okay, we'd be heading there now, lieutenant." -Jackson winked and nodded his head towards a direction.

Theo didn't get it at first. But the two are smiling too much for Theo as they walk out of the room. He decided to look at where Jackson nodded his head. And there he saw Stiles, staring at him.

Stiles blushed and looked away, typing something on his ipad. Theo smiled and shook his head. He now knew what Jackson was trying to say. He looked at where Brett and Jackson disappeared to and saw that the two was peeking out of the hallway, watching him.

Theo signalled for them to scram to which the two just laughed before walking away. Theo fixed his coat and his hair before walking towards Stiles.

"Hey."

"H-Hey." -Stiles was still typing on the ipad.

Theo smirked and took the ipad away from Stiles, he knows Stiles is not typing something important. "How are you doing? Shift's good so far?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Thats good. Mine was very eventful."

"Yeah. I saw. Wh-What happened there?"

Theo proceeded to tell him what happened.

"That's crazy... you... you did well back there, Theo."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks."

"It's crazy. Because whenever I see you, there are lots of blood, wounds, sctached and what-not from a very serious accident."

"It would be refreshing to see each other outside of work, right?" -Theo was shooting a shot.

"... Yeah, it would." -Stiles took the bait.

"Care for a drink after shift?"

"Oh..." -Stiles didn't really foresee what Theos' original statement leads to. He was so flustered and in awe at what he just saw Theo did that his usually quick and smart brain grew a bit sluggish.

Stiles looked away from Theo and his eyes landed at Lydia, who was holding up her ipad with a message: just go! Stiles almost laughed but was able to hold it back. Lydia is very adamant.

"Well, yeah. I could use a drink." -Stiles saying his yes to the invitation.

"Great! I'll pick you up later."

And so that led to Stiles looking himself over and again in the mirror. He was fixing his hair over again. And was deciding between leaving his sleeves down or folded just below the elbow.

"Lyds! How do I look?"

"Splendid!"

"Are you sure?" -Stiles looked at himself again.

He is out of the doctor scrub and coat, and is in his usual get up: chino pants, dark shirt, and flannel. He then wondered if Theo would still be attracted to him if he sees just how plain he actually is.

And then he realized, he never really saw Theo out of his fireman uniform. That bulky pants, and coat. And helmet. With tons of gears attached. He grew curious. Knowing Theo is a firefighter, and Stiles knows they keep themselves in shape, Stiles was curious to see just how in shape Theo is.

"You're good, Stiles, You should get going." -Lydia was hurrying him along outside of the ER doors.

Stiles was almost stumbled over when Lydia shoved him outside the doors. He looked around for Theo. He doesn't really know what to look for. A car? Sedan? Jeep? Truck? Sports car? What?

"Stiles!" -Theo called to him. "Over here."

Stiles looked over at Theo, leaning on his dark blue pick-up truck. He walked towards him and saw him dressed in plain black shirt, jeans and white sneakers. Simple.

Simple but the body beneath isn't. Stiles noticed how that plain black shirt hugged Theo on the right places. The chest, the shoulders, the waist... Theo is fit alright.

Stiles was staring quite a bit. Theo enjoying the reaction.

"You like it?"

"H-Huh???" -Stiles was pulled out from his staring. He looked back up at Theo, and noticed how tidy and groomed Theo's face is. His hair, perfectly styled too.

"My shirt. You like it?"

"Yeah."

"Or is it how my body stretches it that you like?" -Theo was leaning closer to him now.

"Oh-uhm, I know you firefighters are fit so... yeah." -Stiles blushed.

"...I could show you more of it." -Theo was moving closer to Stiles.

"Y-Yea-I think we should get going." -Stiles opened the passenger seat door and hopped in.

"Yeah. We should." -Theo helped him close the door. He smiled as he walked over to the driver's side.

As they were driving, Stiles keeps glancing at Theo and was glad that Theo is not too buff to his liking. Theo is just right. And Theo seemed very hygienic, evident on how clean and prim he is right now. Stiles loved that, maybe it's the doctor in him, but still. Very nice quality to be clean. And is very far from Theo's look in his firefighter gear. Theo always comes in sweaty, and dirty or dusty or bloody, depending in the case he responded to.

They arrived at the local bar. Theo opened doors for Stiles. When they walked in, the bartender greeted Theo. The bartender looked too young for Stiles to be working.

"Theo! Hey. How are you?"

"I'm good, Corey." -Theo sat at the bar, guiding Stiles on the stool beside him. Theo would have liked to sit in a booth and table but Brett and Jackson beat him to it, with their respective dates and their friends.

"The usual?" -Corey handed him his drink.

"Yeah... how about you, Stiles?"

"Oh, just beer."

Corey smiled at him. "There you go, Stiles." Corey slid him a bottle of beer and said his name ever so sweetly.

Theo asked Stiles about the rest of his shift. And Stiles asked the same. Then Theo asked him about what crazy cases he's worked on. Stiles asked the same of Theo. Then the conversation went on as the usual getting to know the person talk. Them finding out they watch the same TV series. And some movies. Listen to the same bands. And collected the same comics.

"No way! No way you're a nerd like me!" -Stiles couldn't believe it.

"Try me." -Theo took a sip of his drink.

"Okay, okay." -Stiles was on a roll. He wanted to prove if Theo really knows what he's talking about. Or if he's just stringing Stiles along.

"List down Star Wars movies in chronological order!"

"Easy. Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones, Clone Wars, Revenge of the Sith, Solo, Rogue One, A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi, The Force Awakens, The Last Jedi, and The Rise of Skywalker." -Theo said without skipping a beat.

Stiles gasped. It wasn't a joke. And Theo is updated as well.

"Okay~ Which one did you like best?"

"Oh, is this the make or break question, sunshine?"

"It is."

Theo laughed. He took a sip of his drink again before answering.

"Rogue One. I went in to watch it, not really expecting anything. But it turned out to be the movie we never asked for but never knew we needed."

Stiles gasped again. He cradled his beer bottle and drank from it.

"So? Did I make it or break it?"

Stiles kept on smiling. "Made it."

"Hell, yeah!" -Theo slammed his hands on the bar and lifted them up in the air in a victory pose.

Stiles kept laughing. "Stop it!" He is feeling embarrassed and conscious because people are looking at them.

"Whoop! Whoop!" -Theo waved his hands around.

"Theo!" -Stiles pulling his arms down.

"What? I'm just really happy I made it."

"It's just a movie question!"

Theo just laughed and pulled Stiles off the bar and onto where people are crowding and dancing.

"Oh, no no no. Theo, no!" -Stiles tried to fight off Theo but the firefighter is too strong for him.

He got swept onto the dance floor. Theo started dancing and Stiles was just there, standing, embarrassed.

"Come on, Stiles." -Theo kept egging him to dance.

Stiles is not that drunk yet to do his silly dance steps on there. But Theo and the people around them didn't care and just kept dancing, making Stiles be in the mood to dance too. It started as normal, usual, silly, dances until it wasn't.

Theo and Stiles' body grew closer and closer. And the dance steps grew more and more daring. Theo took Stiles' hand and spun him around. Stiles has his back on Theo, and Theo hugged him close to his body. He then started swaying him along, waving side to side.

Stiles felt how warm it's getting. But he was enjoying it. Maybe he is drunk. Or maybe it's Theo's body flushed against him.

He felt Theo grind against him.

"Mn, fuck!" -Stiles muttered. Stiles felt it. He definitely felt something down there. From Theo and from his own, inside of his pants.

Stiles looked around, he was so conscious that others might be watching them. He then saw everyone else was busy with their own thing. Stiles felt Theo's warm breath on the nape of his neck. Theo was nuzzling him.

Stiles felt that tingle again. His whole body just shuddered. Then Theo started kissing his nape.

"Theo, oh shit." -Stiles' body jerked and he started grinding back to Theo.

Theo moaned in his ear. "Stiles... how about we get out of here?"

"Y-Yeah." -Stiles was so turned on.

Theo nipped one last time on Stiles' neck before hurling themselves out of there. They made it back to his truck, kissing and groping.

For the record, Theo didn't plan it to be like this. He just planned it to be a nice night of drinking with Stiles. But Stiles was looking too lovely tonight. And Stiles' reactions encouraged Theo to keep going where the situation was pushing them to.

Inside the truck, in the back seat, Theo was on top of Stiles, both of them has their pants undone and pushed down a bit, enough to make their erections brush each other.

Theo was sucking on Stiles' neck. Everything was hazy for Stiles. He doesn't really know what and how and why things are so damn hot right now. And Stiles remembered, he doesn't really know anything about this. He's never had a boyfriend before.

Theo stopped for a while to take his shirt off. And Stiles bit his lips at how good Theo's torso looks like. The chest, the abs, the oblique, that v-line leading to Theo's...

"Oh shit!" -Stiles panicked. He is a virgin. And he is halfway changing his mind. "Wait-wait! Theo!" Stiles was holding his hands up.

"What?" -Theo was about to go down on his neck again.

"I'm... I-I... I can't. I can't!" -Stiles pushed himself up.

"Wh-What? Stiles?" -Theo watched him pull his pants back up and tidy his shirt. "Stiles? Stiles? Hey, sunshine, what's wrong?"

"Theo... just... we can't be doing this. I'm sorry. And this is also our first date too- I mean, night out, out of work. We can't be- I'm not a... I don't do this."

Theo gets it. He was nodding, in an attempt to calm Stiles down.

"Sorry, Theo, I just, I'm not a wh-"

"Yeah, Stiles, you aren't. I know. I'm sorry if I moved too fast. I'm sorry I made you feel that way. But believe me, I don't see you as such, okay? I was just... you were so lovely tonight. I couldn't help it."

"Y-Yeah, I just... Yeah. Sorry. Can I go home now? I wanna go home."

"Sure, sure. Of course. I'll drive you home." -Theo wore his shirt back on and zipped his pants back up.

They transferred to the front seats and Theo started driving Stiles home. The drive was quiet. And Theo didn't like it. He was scared that he totally blew it tonight.

"Stiles? Do you wanna stop by somewhere? Coffee or something?" -Theo wanted Stiles to say yes, he wanted to gauge the situation. more.

"Uhm... drive thru. I want some curly fries."

"Sure."

Theo never made a u-turn so fast. They ordered and stayed in the parking, Stiles didn't really wanna get out of the truck. He dug in the fries box as soon as they parked. Theo was observing him. Stiles hasn't slapped or punched or called his dad or jumped out of his truck and high tailed it yet. Which is a good thing. Right? Is it? Theo isn't sure anymore. He doesn't wanna lose his sunshine.

"Sunshi-Stiles?"

"Yeah?" -Stiles replied without looking at him.

"Am I... I'm sorry. I hope I didn't blow everything tonight. Like I told you, you aren't a flavor of the week for me, Stiles. I am serious about you."

"N-No. It's not that."

"What is it then?"

"...Just... just let me eat in peace and drive me home right now?"

"Okay."

So Theo did. Halfway to Stiles' home, Stiles' phone rang.

"Hey, dad."

Theo became nervous. He remembered Stiles' dad's talk to him this morning.

"No, I was out. I'm on my way home.... I was out, uhm, de-stressing... w-what? No, I'm... well, I'm with someone, yes."

Theo held his breath.

"H-How'd you-" -Stiles looked at Theo. "Yeah... I'm just around the corner. See you." -Stiles ended the call. "Theo, could you stop right here?"

They stopped one corner from the Stilinski residence.

"Theo... dad knows about you 'haunting' me -his words by the way."

"H-Haunting? That's a bit much."

"Yeah, how did he know? I didn't tell him about you."

"This morning, he overheard me talk about you to Brett and Jackson."

"Oh."

"Yeah...and he wasn't happy about it."

"Uh, yeah, I can picture how the scenario went down."

"Yeah... so..."

Stiles' phone rang, it's his dad calling again. "You better bring me home."

"Yeah."

Theo continued to drive to the house. He parked and walked Stiles to the door.

"Theo." -Stiles held out his phone to Theo's face.

"W-What is-oh."

It was Stiles' number. Theo memorized it just in time the door opened and Stiles hid his phone in his pocket again.

"Dad."

"Hey, Chief. Good evening."

Chief did not answer but instead pulled Stiles inside the house and then shut the door on Theo's face.

'O-kay... that wasn't good... but at least I got Stiles' number now.' -Theo left with a smile.

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Pairing: Steo

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Moaning Myrtle,

Warnings/tags: potion making, use of potions, love potion, liquid luck, HP AU,

Words: 3955

a/n: I always had this idea that Felix Felicis would backfire if you didn't need luck for the task...so I did it with Steo 💚 for @voidstilesplease for helping me solidify the idea like a year ago! @msmischief101 I finally did it 😭

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Just A Little Luck

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There’s a few things to note about Hogwarts sixth year Stiles Stilinski. For starters, he’s a Slytherin. Top of his class too, he’s been in the Slug Club for years. The sorting hat was a little stumped with him at first. His proclivity for academics almost had Stiles placed in Ravenclaw, but he’s far too much of a trickster to be placed anywhere but Slytherin. Not to mention the ambition to achieve his goals no matter what it takes.

He’s also an Animagus. Which was an incredibly hard process to learn as a third year. But Stiles did it by some miracle. It’s amazing running around in his fox form. The Forbidden Forest is his favorite. Most of the Centaurs know him by name since Stiles is one of the few Wizards to treat not only the forest, but them with respect. So they leave him to run in peace and even occasionally seek his help if something is amiss.

Being academically inclined made his O.W.L.s a cake walk. As a muggle-born most of his peers expected him to struggle early on. Stiles was more than happy to prove them wrong.

Professor Slughorn is obsessed with him. Which means that Stiles has far surpassed his fellow classmates. On his first day in the advanced potions course, he was the only one to successfully brew an invisibility potion. It’s just as difficult and temperamental as the Draught of Living Death. Slughorn was practically giddy even after all this time.

“No student can make that potion,” Myrtle sneers from where she’s perched above the sinks.

“For the love of Merlin,” Stiles sets his book back on his lap with a huff. “Isn’t there some hopeless Prefect taking a bath that you can go and annoy?”

As much sass as he’s giving the ghost, she’s not exactly wrong. Not a single student has ever successfully brewed Felix Felicis. Never. But there hasn’t been a single potion to beat Stiles yet. He’s not about to let it be Liquid Luck either.

Stiles needs this.

Because today he plans on asking Theo Raeken out on a date. Slytherin Quidditch Captain, same year as Stiles. And true heir to Salazar Slytherin. While Theo doesn’t seem to adhere to the Pureblood ideology, a little luck couldn’t hurt a muggle-born like Stiles.

So he’s going to make this fucking potion. Preferably without Moaning Myrtle’s snark.

“You don’t have to be so rude, you know,” she whines, ghostly eyes filling with tears.

Stiles hangs his head back with a sigh, “look, Myrtle,” he tries to stow his annoyance when he faces her again. “I have something really important I’m trying to do today, okay? I need all the help I can get.”

“From what I hear, you’re the smartest in your year.” Myrtle squints at him, “what could you possibly need luck for?”

“Landing a date with Theo Raeken,” he mumbles.

“A boy,” she squeals, laughing as she soars towards him. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“I-I’m sorry?” The Slytherin boy stares at her shocked. The girl has certainly never been this docile around him. But he needed privacy, so he came to the second floor girl’s bathroom.

“You should be.” She goes to shove his shoulder, but her hand goes right through him. Such an odd feeling, and cold. “Had I known it was about a boy, I’d have helped you.”

Stiles snorts, “you? Help someone? That doesn’t sound like the Myrtle that tried to drown me in the toilet last year.”

“I’m only mean to those that are mean to me,” she says with a sly grin.

“To be fair, I hadn’t realized which bathroom I ran into,” Stiles chuckles.

“You threw a book at my head!”

“I’m sorry! You startled me!”

Myrtle laughs, “come on. Let’s get you your boy. Add another tentacle.”

“But the instructions specifically say two.”

She shrugs, “I watched Professor Slughorn brew some as a prize for his seventh year class. He put in three.”

Suddenly unsure as to whether or not Myrtle is actually helping him, Stiles cautiously puts in another Murtlap tentacle. The bubbling brown mixture lets out a puff of smoke before settling to a nice golden color. Just like the book suggests.

“Yes!” Stiles exclaims, pumping his fist in the air. “Myrtle, I could kiss you right now. Thank you.”

The ghost giggles, “go get your boy. I want to hear all about it,” Myrtle smiles before soaring in the air and diving into her toilet with a splash.

Stiles ladles the Felix Felicis into a small goblet so it can cool off. He hasn’t been in the girl’s bathroom- lavatory, loo, he’s really gotta get a handle on the lingo outside of America- for very long. If he moves quickly, he can catch Theo on his way to the Quidditch pitch. Hopefully alone so he can word vomit his request for a date with no peering eyes. Minimal shame is what he’s going for here.

Giving the potion another moment to cool, Stiles tidies up his things and dusts his robe off. Slinging it back on so McGonagall doesn’t give him shit for not wearing it again, he gulps down the Liquid Luck. A smile glosses over his face and with a flourish of his wand, the cauldron and ingredients disappear. Hopefully clean and back in his room.

Felix agrees.

Feeling good about himself, Stiles saunters out into the halls in search of Theo. He’s had the biggest crush on his fellow Slytherin since he laid eyes on the boy underneath the Sorting Hat. Theo has always been nice to him on their carriage rides to the castle and around the school. They even studied for their O.W.L.s together. Theo has even sparked up a conversation or two with him if they’ve sat close enough during meals. Stiles can just never get over the hurdle of their lineage. That there’s the chance Theo’s parents stand by the not mixing of blood and expect their son to do the same. Times may have changed, but not for everyone.

But that’s what Felix is for.

To put luck on his side and get the guy.

Walking out the front door feeling absolutely giddy, Stiles finds Theo not far ahead and actually walking alone. The Quidditch captain has his broom resting on his shoulders, drumming his fingers against the wood.

Not letting this chance go to waste, Theo is right there, Stiles runs. “Hey, Theo! Wait up,” he calls.

The other Slytherin boy stops in his tracks, turning around with his brows pinched. When his eyes land on Stiles, Theo smiles and meets him halfway.

“Thanks,” Stiles pants when he reaches the other boy.

“You alright?” Theo chuckles, amused as he swings his broom off his shoulders.

Stiles hunches over, hands on his knees to catch his breath. "Yeah," he huffs. Apparently Liquid Luck couldn't be bothered to help him in the athletic department. Rude.

Theo pats his shoulder, unknowingly grounding Stiles; he’s more fox than human at times with touch. "You should join the team. I'll make you a better runner in no time."

"I'm a fantastic runner," Stiles stands back up. He nods his head to the side, "well, when I'm a fox, I am. Four legs are much faster than two."

"Have you given any more thought to letting me see you as a fox?" Theo asks, almost shyly, looking at his feet.

"I-" he honestly thought the other boy had been joking. And that was like two weeks ago. "You were serious?"

The captain nods, "well, yeah. If you'd be comfortable with that. I think Animaguses are fascinating." Theo flashes him a gorgeous smile and his heart damn near melts. This is genuine Theo too. Because he’d asked about this before Stiles even took the potion. "It's cool as hell that I'm friends with one. I'd love to see it."

They've talked and studied together, but Stiles never thought the other boy would've considered them friends.

"Yeah," Stiles clears his throat to hide the cheesy grin. "Just let me know when."

"I'm gonna hold you to that," Theo playfully narrows his eyes at him, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth. "Right," he jumps like he'd remembered something, " I gotta get to the pitch, I'll see you back at the common room."

"Okay," Stiles waves, letting him go. "Oh shit. Theo hang on," he grabs the other boy’s arm, "I almost forgot what I wanted to ask you."

"What's up?" He asks, not caring about the hand on him. Theo doesn't usually let people touch him outside of Quidditch.

"I-" Stiles takes a breath, anxiety starting to creep in beside Felix. But that's what it's for. All he has to do is say the words. "I was wondering if you'd let me take you to the Three Broomsticks? You know," he sways on his feet, "as a date."

"Oh, uh, Stiles-"

No. No, no, no, no, no. Felix was supposed to help this go well! His heart is plummeting in his chest. Stomach ready to fall out of his ass. He recognizes that tone a mile away. Stiles is being rejected.

"I'm sorry. You're a great guy and I would love to hang out with you, but I'm just not interested in you like that." Theo’s face twists in confusion. That Stiles even asked in the first place? "I- I'm really sorry. I gotta go," he nods before turning back towards the gate.

Stiles watches him in shocked silence. What did he possibly do wrong? He made it right, Myrtle assured him of it. And seeing as how he, a non-Quidditch player, made it outside the castle after dinner, it had to have worked.

"What the fuck just happened?"

—

He doesn't attend classes for three days, or even leave bed just to go down to the common room. Madam Pomfrey came to check on him the second day. Seeing he wasn't ill, but riddled with nerves, she let him off. Nerves over seeing Theo again after being rejected, but she didn’t need to know that. It was plain to his friends he shares the room with that he was not doing so great.

His only solace was when Liam, his friend and Beater on the team, came back to their room that night and said nothing about it. So Theo didn't tell anybody.

That's something at least.

On the other hand though, Stiles woke up on the fourth day with his robes soaked.

"Shit," he mutters, waving his wand to dry it. He promised Myrtle that he'd tell her what happened. She must think he's blowing her off. Today is the last day Madam Pomfrey gave him to collect himself. Maybe moving around will do him some good.

After quickly getting dressed, Stiles makes his way to the great hall. Most of the students have gone to their first classes of the day. Only a handful of sixth and seventh years with free periods remain. He nicks a muffin and a goblet of pumpkin juice from the Slytherin table before leaving. Making his way towards the girl's bathroom on the second floor with his head hung low.

Hopefully Myrtle isn't too pissed. It's not like he's been denying her or purposefully ignoring her. Stiles was just too mortified to leave his room. Wildly embarrassed and stuck in his feelings.

Carefully pushing open the door, Stiles pikes his head inside. "Whoa!" He shouts, jumping back and narrowly escaping a massive stream of water coming straight for his face. "Myrtle, it's me," Stiles says through the closed door.

"Good," she snaps, followed by the sound of more water slapping the wood.

"Listen, I haven't been leaving you hanging, I promise" he explains. "Theo, he-" Stiles sighs, might as well finally say the words out loud. "He turned me down."

Myrtle’s head pops through the middle of the door, "what?"

"He rejected me," Stiles slaps his thighs. The ghost's face falls and she retreats back into the bathroom. Skeptical that he's safe from more projectiles, Stiles pushes the door open again, finding Myrtle sitting by the sinks; she pats the space beside her. "I don't understand what I did wrong," Stiles says, plopping down beside her.

"What happened?"

Stiles recounts everything. How he made it out of the castle with ease when only Quidditch players are allowed out for practice. How nice Theo was to him in general and about him being an Animagus. The playful nature the other boy had about him being out of shape as a human.

Everything.

"But when you asked him on a date, he said no," Myrtle looks just as confused as Theo had when he said no. "Maybe he doesn't like boys. I doubt Felix Felicis can change someone's sexual preferences."

Stiles shakes his head, "no, he likes guys too. I've seen him making out with Talbot under the Quidditch stands in our fourth year." That isn’t an easy sight to forget. The two hottest guys in school making out with each other? Yeah, that’s burned into Stiles’ brain and at the tippy top of his spank bank.

Don’t judge.

Myrtle hums, tapping her chin, "maybe they're still together?"

"Nah, it was only the one time and Brett transferred to Durmstrang last year." Stiles presses the palms of his hands into his eyes and takes a deep breath. He hasn't cried over this yet and he's not about to do so now. "I just don't get it. The potion definitely worked."

"You know," she giggles, a mischievous sound. He’s not entirely sure if he likes the sound. "If you want Theo so badly, you could just slip him a love potion. It's much easier to make than Liquid Luck."

Stiles drops his hands, crossing his arms over his knees, "no. I don't want to force him into liking me. I just used Felix to get me one date.” The Slytherin boy lifts a finger, “just the one. If Theo didn't like me after that, then so be it. I just wanted a chance, Myrtle."

"So use Amortentia to get you the date," the ghost says. "It's not long lasting," Myrtle tries to reason, "if it wears off in the middle of the date and he wants to leave, let him. But if he stays…" she trails off, leaving the Slytherin boy to fill in the blanks.

"Then he actually likes me?"

"I would say so, yes."

"I guess I could tweak it," Stiles rubs his jaw, thinking out loud, "make it less potent. More of an attraction than an actual love potion. Just to make myself seem more appealing to him, you know? Just enough to get the date, that’s it."

Myrtle smiles, "you certainly wouldn't be the first Wizard to change a spell or potion to have it work in their favor."

"You're right, I can do this."

—

Once Slughorn saw how good Stiles was at brewing potions, he allowed the sixth year access to his ingredients whenever he wanted. Grabbing the necessary items for Amortentia was easy. Avoiding people on his way back to Myrtle’s lavatory, not so much. The one Prefect that stopped him was thankfully a Slytherin. So all Stiles had to do was tell a small fib that he was brewing a tonic for his nerves and was sent on his way.

It's a really good thing that no one ever uses this bathroom anymore. The house elves still keep it clean so that Myrtle doesn't have to live eternity in filth, but they’re not due yet. Which is kind of pointless. The girl swims in toilet drains on the regular. Stiles doubts she cares about a little dust. On the other hand, the thought is probably nice though.

And with no students being stupid enough to risk upsetting Myrtle, he's free to make his potion in peace.

"I'm glad you're not the boy I thought you were," Myrtle says, looking over the ingredients littering the tile floor.

Stiles snorts a laugh, "and I'm glad you're not like Peeves. I really can't stand him. You know he threw some poor Hufflepuff’s books on the floor because they didn’t like his jokes? The first year was in tears."

"I’m not above making people cry,” Myrtle deadpans. “I just mean," she settles next to the cauldron that's coming to a boil, fiddling with her fingers, "it's nice to have a friend." Myrtle ducks her head, "I haven't had one of those in a really long time."

The Slytherin boy's heart throbs, "I'm happy to be your friend, Myrtle."

"So tell me about your boy," she giggles, lifting into the air to fly about the room. "Your Theo."

Colorful smoke plumes from the cauldron, the spicy scent of cinnamon rolls wafts into his nostrils. Reminds him of early weekend mornings before his mom passed. Along with the smell of the Forbidden Forest after it rains, the perfect time for a little gray fox to go for a run. And something he can't quite place, spicy but a sharp sweetness almost like- holy shit. Theo's cologne. As if he didn't already know he was attracted to the fucking guy.

Okay, now to just lessen the effects.

"First of all," Stiles cocks an eyebrow at her, "he's not my Theo."

"Oh, but you want him to be," she sings. "Come on, no one comes in here. Tell me about Theo, let me see him," Myrtle waves her hand in front of the potion as he adds half of a bezoar.

If it's good enough to cure ailments, half of one should lessen the effects. At least he really hopes so.

"Okay, okay," he shoos her off. "He's a few inches shorter than me, not noticeable really. His eyes are a beautiful blue," Stiles smiles, seeing them in his head. "But when the sun hits them just right, they look green." Like how they do every morning at the breakfast table. Talk about a way to start your day.

"He sounds handsome," Myrtle sighs, laying on her stomach, propping her head in her hands.

"Very,” Stiles agrees. “He's captain of the Quidditch team," he tells the ghost, the smell of the brew becoming less intense. It's working! "Theo's a Slytherin like me, but from a very prominent bloodline."

"Uh, Stiles," Myrtle says.

"I'm talking descended from Salazar himself," Stiles carries on, his rambling taking over. "That's why I used Liquid Luck. I-I didn't think that someone muggle-born would be accepted by his family. But I-I’m not a bad guy, you know? I just wanted a fair shot to prove myself."

"Stiles!"

"What?" He snaps out of his rant to look up at her.

"Would you say Theo has a strong jaw?" Myrtle asks.

"I-" Stiles' mouth falls open in a frown. That's an odd question. "Yeah, I guess so. Why do you ask?"

Myrtle doesn't answer, rather points behind Stiles, trying to hide her laugh. A bucket of ice water pours over him, Stiles is sure of it, when he turns around to find Theo. Amused as ever where he stands against the door with his arms folded and one leg crossed.

"Oh fuck," Stiles mutters, eyes wide as saucers. He’s in the bathroom making a fucking love potion for the guy and he just walks in. Irony? Karma? What the fuck is this, because Stiles really doesn’t like it. He doesn’t even know what to do and isn’t even sure he’s breathing.

"Hey there Stiles," Theo smirks.

That's not good. Stiles is frozen on the spot so badly he might as well have been hit by Petrificus Totalus. It's a really good thing his mouth is used to working without any help from him because Stiles is gone.

"How, uh, how long have you been standing there?" He asks, though certain he both knows the answer and doesn't actually want to hear it. His ears are pink enough as it, the heat creeping down his neck.

Theo leans off the wall, taking a step closer. His smirk ever present, "probably a lot longer than you'd like."

"Fuck," Stiles curses under his breath, hanging his head. This is so not how things were supposed to happen. What's Theo going to do? The fact that he just looks amused about the whole thing is rather unsettling. Stiles pinches his eyes closed, rubbing them before asking, "are you going to report me?"

The other boy laughs, fully and heartily. "Why in the hell would I report you? Can't exactly date you if you're expelled now, can I?"

"What?" Stiles' head whips is. Surely he misheard. There’s simply no way he heard that properly.

Theo chuckles, standing close enough that Stiles has to look up at him. That shouldn’t be as enticing as it looks. "You know, for someone so brilliant, you can be quite thick."

"I-I’m sorry?"

Myrtle cackles, “he’s not wrong.” Stiles shoots her a glare and she backs off, giggling as she goes.

"There's this fine little clause when it comes to Felix Felicis." Theo asks, "did you know that?" Stiles' face falls at his words, no he didn't. "I did. Well, I had to look it up in the library."

"What's the clause?" He asks. Because of course the one time Stiles doesn't read the fine print it's actually useful information. Go figure.

Theo squats in front of him, "it states that if you didn't need luck for the task to begin with, the potion will have the opposite effect. It's why I didn't use it to become captain; I'd have never gotten it."

"So-"

"It's also why I was so fucking confused when I said no to the gorgeous awkward guy in my year who helped me pass my OWLs." Theo drops his voice to a whisper, "you know the one I'd ask out myself if he wasn't so bloody shy in everything but academics. I was worried your own fear would make you say no. But here you are," Theo points at the cauldron, "brewing Amortentia and having no idea that it smells like you and those little pies you brought to our study sessions."

"To be fair, it's heavily diluted so you'd just be a little attracted to me." Stiles gets to his feet, "but hang on. If you'd known I'd used Liquid Luck, why didn't you say anything? Confront me sooner?"

"Well," Theo rises up to meet him, barely a foot apart, "this is the first day you've left your room." The captain gets closer, carefully putting a hand on Stiles' hip, pulling their bodied flush. All air leaves his lungs at the action, his heart pounding in his chest and legs turned to jelly. "Besides, this isn't a confrontation, sweetheart.” His free hand brushes the side of Stiles’ chin, making him shiver. “I think it's cute that you thought you needed potions to get me."

"You do?" The words are whispered, breath caught in Stiles' throat.

"Very. All you had to do was say hello," Theo's words are accentuated with a squeeze to his hip. "So what do you say, sweetheart? Wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Stiles nearly chokes on the word.

"Stiles, I've known you for six years," Theo explains, "that's more than enough time to know if I want to be with someone." He leans in until their noses touch, "all you have to do is say yes and I'll learn the rest as we go."

This is all Stiles has ever wanted and more. Saying, "yes," is effortless.

"Good," Theo grins, grabbing his chin and sealing their mouths together in a kiss.

Guess he never needed luck to begin with. Stiles just needed to be himself to get the guy.

Who knew?

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