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domesticated-feral · 4 years

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Steo Week 2020, Day 2

Title: Why didn't you go M.I.A this time too? (Because, you are Stiles Stilinski)

Prompt: Little League Rating: General Audiences Warnings: There be some beef between Stiles and Theo at the start. WC: 3834

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Summary:

“Look, I usually go M.I.A on these types of things, so this is my first time,” Theo admitted. “Why didn’t you go M.I.A this time too?” Stiles asked. “Because you are Stiles Stilinski,” Theo said. Stiles smiles and pats Theo’s back, “I don't know what that's supposed to mean, but relax, it’s going to be alright,” he said.

“Also, before you go off, I have the list for the pairings for this year’s science fair, usually you would pick your partner, but due to some of you picking the same people every year-” the teacher announced, eyeing the class- “I made the pairings this year.”

“Man, this sucks,” Scott whispered to Stiles.

“Very,” Stiles agreed.

The teacher started reading out the paired names and Stiles anxiously waited for his name to be called.

“Scott, you’ll be paired with Jackson,” the teacher said.

“Jackson?!” Scott exclaimed as he looked at Jackson, who also had the same expression on his face as well.

“Last but not least, Stiles and Theodore,” the teacher said, folding the list.

“Theo?! Mrs. Garcia, are you sure there isn’t a mistake there?” Stiles yells out.

“Come and look for yourself, Stiles,” she invited Stiles to take a look at the list.

Stiles quickly bounces up to the front of the class and looks at the list that was on her desk. It was without a doubt, ‘Mieczyslaw and Theodore’.

Stiles turns around and stares at Theo who had his usual glare plastered over his disgusting face. He scowls at the boy and goes back to his seat. The bell rings signaling that it was recess. Stiles slings his backpack over his shoulder and walks out of the classroom with Scott following.

“We both are officially dead, you got Jackson, an entitled rich kid and I got Theo, creepy dark kid,” Stiles said.

“Calm down, it’s just a stupid science fair, maybe next year they’d let us choose again,” Scott said opening his locker.

Stiles opens his locker and stuffs his science book inside and slams it shut. He leans against the locker and audibly sighs.

‘It’s just a stupid science fair, Stiles, why are you so worked up?’ he asks himself.

Scott closes his locker and the two sixth graders head off to their usual hangout spot with their friends on the side of the school.

“Who do you think Issac got? And Erica? And Boyd? And Allison?” Stiles asked.

“I dunno,” Scott said.

They walked outside the school to see everyone in their cliques talking about the science fair, the jocks were hanging out near the metal fence at the bleachers and Jackson was eyeing Scott and Stiles as they walked to the side of the school where Issac and Boyd were waiting.

“Hey, where’s Erica?” Scott asks.

“She went to return her book back to the library, she’ll be here in a sec,” Boyd said.

“Allison?” Stiles asked Issac.

“On her way probably,” he replied.

“Hey, sorry I’m late, I got assigned working as a librarian’s assistant before recess,” Allison said.

Erica comes running, completing the gang.

“So, who’d you get for the science fair?” Issac asks.

“Jackson Whittemore,” Scott said.

Everyone grimaced at the sound of the name.

“Well, I got Lydia Martin,” Erica said.

“Greenberg,” Boyd gruffed.

“I got Danny,” Issac said.

“I was paired with Kira,” Allison said.

“Who’d you get Stiles?” Issac asked.

“Theodore Raeken, out of all people, the one I hate the most!” Stiles said.

“You, Scott, and Boyd had the worst luck, I guess,” Erica said, “Lydia is smart and rich, so first place, baby!”

“Well, Greenberg isn’t that bad considering he brings an A in science?” Allison said, trying to comfort Boyd, “and Jackson won’t be that bad, I hope? So is Theo, yeah, he’s creepy, but what’s the worst that could happen?”

It was the last period of the day, Science. Stiles wasn’t that interested in Biology so he mindlessly doodled in the margins of his book when he was unjustly interrupted.

“Hey, Stiles,” Theo said, from behind Stiles.

“What is it, Theodore?” Stiles said turning around.

“Uh, I wanted to ask you what house are we doing the project in?” Theo asks.

Stiles thinks about it for a second and he decides his house would be better because he was not stepping foot inside Theo Raeken’s house.

“Mine,” Stiles answered.

“Ok, cool, when should I come over?” Theo asked again.

‘Never,’ Stiles wanted to say but he stopped himself before he could, “Uhh, how about at 4?”

“Stiles, anything you would like to share with the class?” Mr. Oliver asked.

“Nothing, Mr. Oliver,” Stiles squeaks as he turns around.

“Very well then,” he said before continuing his lecture.

Stiles goes back to doodling on his notebook, that was until he was handed his test back. He got an A, he turns around to try and sneak a peek at Theo’s grade, but Theo already stuffed it in his bag.

“Hmm, What was yours?” Stiles asks, turning around.

“Do you really need to know?” He asks.

“You’re my science fair partner, therefore, yes,” Stiles said.

“D, I hate science,” Theo mutters as he slings his bag on his shoulder.

Stiles puts his test in his bag and walks out with the rest of the class, he walks up to his locker where Scott and Issac were waiting.

“So, Allison told me that she saw you and Theo talking in Biology,” Scott said as they walked down the hallways to the bike racks.

“Yeah, he’s coming over at 4 today, I don’t even know what we will do for our project?!” Stiles said.

“Well, we got one week until the science fair, so I guess you can get to know him a little bit more today?” Issac chimed in.

“Get to know him?! I don’t want to ‘get to know him’!” Stiles said, taking Scott and Issac back by his aggressive tone.

“Whoa, calm down, Stiles, what happened between you and Theo?” Scott asked.

“Do you really want to know Scottie? Do you?” Stiles said as they stopped in front of their bikes.

Scott nods while Issac shakes his head.

“Remember when I had to move to my nana’s house for three months? I never told you why, but it was because my dad got shot and had to be in the ICU for three months. Guess who pulled the trigger, Theodore Raeken’s father,” Stiles said.

“But, isn’t he in jail?” Issac asked.

“Yeah, and anytime I look at Theo, I see that man who shot my dad, I can’t trust him,” Stiles said as he put on his bike helmet.

“What if Theo is different from his dad?” Scott asked, “his dad might be a criminal, but Theo might not be a criminal.”

“I guess we’ll find out today,” Stiles said as he unlocked his bike lock.

They rode their bikes to their neighborhood, Scott and Issac dropped Stiles off before making their way down the cul-de-sac to their house.

Stiles anxiously paced around his house, locking the knife drawer with duct tape and making sure any dangerous pointy objects are out of sight. He even went out of his way and heaved the pointy sculpture from its place above the fireplace and into the basement. It was heavy and it was surely a miracle that Stiles didn’t drop it.

The clock chimes at 4 o’clock and he leans on the window, looking out onto his front yard. He sees Theo walk up and make his way to the porch. Stiles quickly runs and pulls the door open before Theo has a chance to knock.

“Hi,” Theo said, stuffing his hand back in his black jacket.

“Uh, hey, again,” Stiles said.

They both awkwardly stand, before Stiles opens the door further, inviting Theo inside.

“Your house is pretty nice,” Theo said as he looked around.

Stiles nods, “I try to keep it tidy,” he mutters.

Stiles and Theo, being not the warmest of acquaintances to each other, were awkwardly standing -in awkward silence- in the middle of the Stilinski living room. Stiles opens his mouth to say something but he quickly closes it as whatever he was going to say, would sound insensitive.

“Look, I know you’re probably mad at me because of my dad,” Theo began to say, “he did pretty horrible things and I hated him when I found out the truth.”

“He did horrible things, he shot my dad nearly killing him!” Stiles snapped, “I won’t be surprised if you brought a gun to shoot me too!”

Stiles couldn’t stand in front of the boy anymore, he quickly stormed off to his room and slammed the door shut. He throws his bag onto the bed and it bounces off onto the floor. Stiles lets out a yell of exasperation into his pillow and he hears Theo knocking on the door.

“I- I’m sorry for the pain he had caused, but I swear, I don’t want to end up like him. Never. I am his son, but I don’t want to be known for the things he did,” Theo said, from the other side of the door.

Stiles felt as if he saw a new light, he felt a sense of clarity as he realized a very big thing. All Theo wanted was to be seen differently. He didn’t want to be known as the son of the Beacon Hills Bank Robber. Theo was a different being from his father. He was not necessarily bad, neither did it feel like he wanted to, nor he was.

“I- I’m sorry, Theo. I didn’t mean to say that,” Stiles said, apologizing for his remark.

“It’s alright, Stiles, I’ve gotten used to it, it wasn’t like you are the only one to say that,” Theo said, “Can we focus on the science project now?”

“Yeah, I g-guess,” Stiles said as he opened the door to Theo-.

Stiles felt terribly bad, so as Theo settled down in his bedroom, he went out and fetched his jar of home-baked cookies from the kitchen.

“Want a slightly-burned chocolate chip cookie that I made with my dad?” Stiles asked.

“These don’t look slightly burned, they are burned through and through,” Theo said as he took one out of the jar.

“I mean, it doesn’t taste that bad,” Stiles said, biting a big bite of one cookie.

The bitter taste of charred chocolate chip cookie fills his mouth, setting off the gag-reflex as the dry cookie hits the back of his throat. He dashes towards his bathroom, dropping the cookie jar on the carpeted floor.

He spits the crumbs out, as he rinses his mouth with water.

Theo walks up to the bathroom, stopping just under the door frame, “it doesn’t taste that bad, huh?” he said, snickering.

“Shut up, Raeken,” Stiles said as he put toothpaste on his toothbrush.

Stiles brushes his teeth, making sure to brush his tongue too, the dry ashy cookie taste felt like it was stuck in his mouth. He washes his mouth, swishing the water around before spitting it out.

Stiles picks up the cookie jar and puts it back on the shelf in the kitchen, grimacing as he still tasted the bitter taste of death in his mouth.

“Okay, science fair, I have no idea what to do for it, yet,” Stiles said as he sat down on his bed.

“I hate science and I failed science,” Theo said.

“Kiss goodbye the first place, second place, third place, and honorary mention, then,” Stiles said as he took one of his many science books out of the shelf.

“But, I didn’t say that I don’t have an idea for the science fair project,” Theo added.

Stiles shot his head up from the book, “and what is the idea for the science fair?” he asked.

“You can see the amount of iron in your cereal using a magnet, I learned that by accident once,” Theo said.

“How did you find iron in your cereal, do you eat nails for breakfast?” Stiles asked.

“Using a Neodymium Magnet and soaking cereal with water in a Ziploc bag,” Theo said.

“I thought you hated science,” Stiles asked.

“I saw it on T.V and got interested enough to try it out, alright?” Theo said.

“How do we turn this into a science fair project, then?” Stiles questioned.

“Test other cereal brands for iron?” Theo said, sounding unsure about it.

“Fine, I guess, that could work,” Stiles said, “do you still have that Neodymium magnet?”

“Yeah, that thing cost me 50 bucks, I’m not throwing it away after a morning’s use,” Theo said.

“Bring it over tomorrow, and if you got any extra Ziploc bags, bring ‘em too,” Stiles said to Theo.

“How about the cereals?” Theo asked.

“I have 3 different cereal brands in this house, if you have anything that’s different, bring it,” Stiles said, forgetting to say the 3 cereal brands.

“And what are the cereal brands you got?” Theo asks.

“Frosted Flakes, Froot Loops and Kellogg’s cornflakes,” Stiles listed the three.

“I’ll see if I have anything different at my home,” Theo said, “off-topic but why do you have 3 different cereal brands in your kitchen?”

“I have different preferences on different days, Theodore,” Stiles said.

The next day, Theo brings his magnet and a small box of Ziploc bags along with a box of Lucky Charms cereal.

“So, we have to do this and make a visual presentation, so I had my dad buy a bristol board to use as our presentation board,” Stiles said, as he showed Theo the big grey colored paper on the dining table.

“Ok, I also forgot to mention that we need warm water, not cold,” Theo said.

“Lucky for you, I know how to operate a simple electric kettle,” Stiles said as he filled the kettle with water.

They let it cook while Stiles brings out markers and pens from his room to the kitchen. Theo and he weren’t on the best of terms yet, but it was better than it was.

In the 4 days leading up to the science fair, Stiles and Theo had done the science experiments, finished up the visual presentation board, and had played Mario Kart 64 twice. Now, it was time to show their science project to the school.

Stiles met with Theo in the hall and both boys felt the energetic vibes they and the whole school were emitting during the hours before the science fair opened.

They go to their place and set their project up. Stiles rehearsed his lines, making sure there were no up-ticks or stutters during his speech on the project. Stiles’ friends came over to see what he had done, and they were pretty welcoming towards Theo. Maybe he could join their group. Or pack as Scott and Stiles liked to call it.

Soon enough, the science fair opened and the judges began making their rounds.

“Are you ready?” Theo asked, with a look on his face that Stiles had never seen before.

“Sorta, are you?” Stiles said.

“Sorta, I guess,” Theo said, scratching the back of his neck.

“You are completely nervous,” Stiles said.

“Look, I usually go M.I.A on these types of things, so this is my first time,” Theo admitted.

“Why didn’t you go M.I.A this time too?” Stiles asked.

“Because you are Stiles Stilinski,” Theo said.

Stiles smiles and pats Theo’s back, “I don't know what that's supposed to mean, but relax, it’s going to be alright,” he said.

“And the winner of this year’s science fair at Beacon Hills Middle School is,” the principal announces, Stiles anxiously awaits, chewing at his fingernails ever since they did the judges’ evaluation, “Mieczyslaw Stilinski and Theodore Raeken!”

"Oh, My GOD!" Stiles exclaims as he realizes they won and he quickly grabs Theo’s hand and marches up to the stage. The principal hands them a trophy that can be split in two so that both of them can take it home. Stiles looks at the crowd and sees his friends and his dad clap proudly at them winning.

The event ends with a small ending speech by the principal and Stiles scrambles to find his friends.

“Wanna head to Benny’s Creamery?” Scott asks.

“C-could I come?” Theo asks.

“Of course!” Stiles said, slinging his hand over Theo’s shoulders.

They all head over to Benny’s Creamery with Stiles’ dad carpooling them all to the creamery.

Issac was in the passenger seat along with Scott since both boys can fit in the seat, Boyd sat behind the passenger seat with Allison and Erica squished in the middle and Stiles was sitting behind his dad and Theo was awkwardly half on Stiles’ lap and half on the seat.

The squishing did provoke some unsaid feelings between Stiles and Theo, especially Theo, his cheeks were dusted with pink and red.

“Imitating a Solanum Lycopersicum?” Stiles whispered to Theo.

“A what?” Theo asked.

“Tomato, dummy, your face is red like a tomato,” Stiles said.

“Oh, uh, maybe,” Theo said.

His dad pulls up and parks in the small parking area of the store and everyone scrambles out. Stiles notices Theo staying quite far away from everyone as they wait to order. He holds Theo’s hand and pulls him closer.

“And what would you two boys like?” The woman asked Stiles and Theo.

“Cookies and cream with chocolate chips and whip cream in a cone, please,” Stiles said, his usual order.

“Uh, the same?” Theo said.

“Dude, you like cookies and cream with chocolate chips and whip cream too?” Stiles asked.

“Actually, I’ve never been here, so I didn’t know what else to order,” Theo said.

“Well then, trust me, it’s the best!” Stiles said, excitedly.

The lady hands Stiles and Theo two cones and they head over to sit with the rest. The sun had already set, leaving a slight tinge of purple and blue in the sky. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but it was dark enough for street lights to turn on and illuminate the road.

Stiles’ dad takes pictures of them as they all huddle together with their ice creams. With and without the picture, it was a day that everyone would cherish and remember. Especially Stiles and Theo.

Some time had passed, exactly 1 week and 4 days, as Stiles had counted. Theo is part of the pack, meeting up with the rest at recess now, and every time Stiles sees Theo, he feels weird. Weird as in his feet get restless and cold, his stomach squirms and his voice gets high-pitched than normal.

“What’s up with you these days?” Scott asks, distracting Stiles from his train-of-thought.

“What do you mean what’s up with me? I’m fine, completely fine,” Stiles said.

“What he’s trying to say is, what’s with the jitteriness especially around Theo?” Issac asked.

“What jitteriness?” Stiles asked.

“Hey, should I come to your house to watch Star Wars, tomorrow?” Theo said as he walked up to them.

Stiles stumbles over his words, and his brain frantically goes to panic mode, ‘Say hey, no, say good day, or hey,’ Stiles instructed himself.

“Gay,” Stiles blurts out.

Issac, Scott, and Theo stare at Stiles with the faces of absolute confusion, and Stiles gasps as his brain processes what he just said.

“Oh, uh, no, that’s not what I meant, I meant hey, yes, sure, star wars, tomorrow, si,” Stiles sputtered.

“I think Stiles needs to go to the bathroom right now,” Scott said.

“I do?” Stiles said.

Issac nods and Scott darts his eyes at Theo for a slight second.

“Oh yeah, I do,” Stiles said, turning around to go to the bathroom.

Scott holds his friend by the shoulder and walks him out of the school building. They stop in front of their bikes.

“Stiles, you are a mess,” Issac said.

“Thank you, Issac, but I already looked in a mirror today,” Stiles retorted as he put his helmet on.

“You’re welcome,” Issac said, his lips curling in a mischievous smile.

They ride to their houses and Issac heads home while Scott stops at Stiles’ house. Stiles gets off his bike and so does Scott.

“Do you want to tell me what’s up with you and Theo?” Scott asked.

“That, I don’t know either, Scott, I hated him then, but now, every single time I see him, I get this weird feeling-” Stiles confessed.

“Like you have a crush?” Scott interrupted Stiles.

“Why would I have a crush on Theo? I don’t like boys,” Stiles said.

“I was just suggesting, it’s alright if you do, or don’t, but from my eyes, Stiles, you look like you have a crush on Theo,”

“I mean, it is something, I’m just not sure,” Stiles said.

“You’ll figure it out, soon enough, and oh god,” Scott said, suddenly realizing something.

“What?” Stiles asks.

“I forgot to hide my Reese's peanut butter cup stash from this morning and it’s on my bed, Issac’s going to eat it all!” Scott said, jumping on his bike and riding away.

“You’re dead meat, Issac McCall!” Stiles heard Scott yell as he rode his bike down to their house.

Stiles ponders on what his relationship with Theo was, as he tows his bike into the garage. Were they just friends, and why was he feeling this weird way towards Theo?

‘This is another problem for another day, I got homework to do,’ Stiles thought, brushing the subject off.

The last two months of seventh grade came and went, for summer this year, Stiles and his dad went on a week’s trip to the grand canyon and it was amazing. Stiles had so much to tell everyone when eighth grade started, and as for the feelings towards Theo, they grew larger.

Stiles did try to explore himself more, trying to figure out his feelings for Theo, but he never found a conclusion that was concrete enough for Stiles.

On the eve of Christmas, the pack was all in the McCall household, for a sleepover. It was quite early in the night and they just had dinner, courtesy of Mama McCall, and they all sat in a circle to play truth-or-dare.

“So, Stiles, truth, or dare?” Erica asked.

“Truth,” Stiles picks.

“Out of everyone in this circle, would you choose to go on a date with?” Erica asked.

He thought about the question for a second, was he really going to say Theo, or should he lie and say someone else’s name? He did not know.

“I’m going to have to choose, Theo,” Stiles answered.

They all looked at Theo who was nervously chuckling as his face grew red.

“Theo, huh, would you say the same?” Erica asks, stifling a laugh.

“It’s not even my turn, yet,” Theo protested.

“Answer or you will get the sombrero of shame,” Erica said.

“Yeah, I guess I would say the same,” Theo said.

“Oooh, romance,” Erica sang, “cue the sexy saxophone noises!”

They all laughed and the night continued on, with more truth-or-dare, then they started binging on Christmas movies as everyone fell asleep.

“Stiles,” Theo whispered to the boy, who was still awake.

“What?” Stiles asked.

“Did you mean it?” Theo asked.

“Yeah, believe it or not, I did, did you?” Stiles said, turning his head to face Theo’s gaze.

Theo nods, “I did too,” he said.

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queerebrum · 4 years

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@steoweek2020 day 3, forced proximity

#steoweek #steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #stilestheo #my stuff #my gifs #teen wolf #steoweek2020

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queerebrum · 4 years

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@mercheswan requested: Steo + Rose Flora (also for day 6 of @steoweek2020, experimentation! because I’m still experimenting with how I make these palette sets!)

#steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #color palette gifsets #steoweek2020 #my stuff #my gifs #stilestheo #mercheswan #steoweek #im reaching on making it apply to the prompt #but its steo so #it counts by default

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mercheswan · 4 years

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-> SteoWeek Day 1: So We Meet Again.

@steoweek2020

“He has eyes that make silent promises to mine when his lips hesitate to”

Sonali Gupta

Theo was lying in bed when he felt him. Theo could recognise the heartbeat anywhere. Stiles.

Theo had not seen Stiles in a long time, since he left to become a FBI Agent. Liam was not with him, which meant that Stiles wanted to speak with Theo alone. That was bad news. Stiles was probably going to kick him out of the pack.

Theo wasn’t technically a pack member but he has been working with them. He was an ally. He was staying in Liam’s guest room, that had to mean they have accepted him a little bit. But if Stiles wanted him out, he was out.

Theo could hear Stiles heartbeat on the other side of the door, it was steady, his scent serious. Theo closed his eyes. He was starting to like it here.

“Stiles” Theo said to the empty room.

Stiles entered stopping at the door frame and looking directly at the bed in which Theo was lying. “Theo” Stiles said back.

The old childhood friends looked at each other for what it felt like hours.

“Liam is not here” Theo stated breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“I wasn’t looking for Liam, but you already knew that” Stiles responded.

Theo huffed a humourless laugh. “Yeah..”

“I don’t understand how Liam let you stay in his house after everything you did” Stiles proclaimed his voice cold.

Theo closed his eyes. “I wonder that myself too sometimes. Liam’s parents are nice with me”

“Well they probably don’t know they are hiding a killer in his house” Stiles allegued.

“Well I bet the FBI doesn’t know everything about you neither” Theo said back with a cold tone. Stiles knew how to hurt him but he knew how to do that too.

Stiles touched his chin, his chemosignals changing to anger. “Why are you here?” Stiles asked.

“I was living in my car, Liam offered his guest room and I took it” Theo responded.

“Why are you in Beacon Hills? Why did you stay? What are you planning?” Stiles questioned.

Theo snorted. “I was born here too Stiles, you could say this fucking town ruined me too! I did not ask for anything that happened, and yes, I lied, I cheated I killed! I told you I was a survivor, you never asked what I went through!” Theo exclaimed emotions breaking in his voice. Theo looked for Stiles, their eyes meeting. “I’m not planning any harm this time, I want to... I want to belong somewhere. I’m trying, ask Scott, ask Liam, Mason... I’m trying!”

“You manipulated us all before” Stiles claimed with heat and sadness in his glare.

“You could always see through me. So tell me, am I lying now?” Theo dared.

Stiles huffed. “In the end you fooled me too. I just knew there was own thing wrong, you were, you w-were not the same. But I did fall for your tricks in the end. I called you the night my father was attacked by that chimera, I called you before anyone else, and I feel so stupid when you showed your true colours... I fell in the trap, I let myself fell” Stiles explained.

“Please trust me this time” Theo said softly.

Stiles seated at the end of the bed, watching Theo closedly. “Do you regret it? What you did to us?” Stiles asked.

Theo let his back fall to the wall looking at Stiles with a sad expression. “I don’t think I would do things different if I went back in the past, I’m still that person Stiles. But I’m sorry, and I want to do better this time. I know how Scott works, I still don’t think that trying to save everyone is worth it but... I’ll take it, I want this, I want to be here” Theo declared.

Stiles looked at Theo’s eyes, searching. “You know what made me so sure that you were not the same guy from the fourth grade as you claimed?” Stiles asked. Theo denied with his head. “Your eyes. When you saved Scott from Berlasko, when you told that stupid story about how you got turned, I knew you were lying because your eyes told me so. But when you saved me from Josh at the hospital’s rooftop, when you told me that your were going to look out for me in the jeep... you’re eyes... you’re eyes tricked me and...”

“They didn’t” Theo claimed. Stiles glared at him with a doubting expression. “I didn’t lie to you when I said those things. I care about you Stiles, I’ve always cared about you” Theo proclaimed.

“You remembered me” Stiles whispered knowing that Theo would be able to hear him.

“What?” Theo asked coming closer to the human.

“The Wild Hunt, they told me you remembered me when you came back” Stiles explained.

“You’re very hard to forget” Theo smirked.

Stiles rolled his eyes biting his lower lip. “Don’t lie to me” Stiles begged.

“I won’t” Theo promised caressing Stiles’s cheek with his fingers. Stiles exhaled resting his front into Theo’s. Stiles believed him.

#steoweek2020 #steoweek #steo #stiles stilinski #steo fic #theo raeken #teen wolf #stiles x theo #teen wolf event #teen wolf fanfiction #post canon #liam dunbar #mygifcollection #mysteogifs

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mercheswan · 4 years

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SteoWeek Day 7: Regency AU

@steoweek2020

In the County of Beacon rumours are spreading about the returning of one of the Landlords. Lord Raeken heir of Dreadhills is coming back home after finishing his studies.

He is said to be attending the anual ball at the Hale House on Saturday. Theodore will definatelly be the guest of honor in the event, surely many suitors will try and get his attention, and many parents trying to procure their children with an advantageous marriage. But Theo has always wanted to find his perfect match.

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“Lord Raeken, long time no see” Theo hears someone say

“Ah, Lord Whittemore, It’s good to be back” Theo greets his old friend.

“How was, Switzerland, wasn’t it?” Jackson asks

“Yes, it was nice, very peculiar the swiss. I have to confess that I missed home somedays” Theo claims

Jackson huffs. “It all the same as it was before”

Theo miles but then his attention gets caught by a man across the ballroom. “There’s new people”Theo says pointing in the direction.

Jackson glares. “Stiles?”

“What’s a Stiles?” Theo chuckles.

“The boy next to Lydia. He is the son of the new Commander of the Royal Family Guard. Stilinski. Nice man, he married Lydia’s mother last year. Stiles though, he is disaster” Jackson explains

“How so?” Theo questions.

“He is a rebel you could say, he fights against customs and rules. He doesn’t know how to properly behave as a man of his position.” Jackson argues.

Theo smirks and walks towards the boy, dodging the people dancing, and trying to speak to him.

“Lady Martin, beautiful as ever” theo declares taking Lydia’s hand and kissing it softly.

“Theodore, It’s nice to have you back. You don’t know my stepbrother don’t you?” Lydia says

“I’m afraid I do not have the pleausure” Theo responds.

“Mieczyslaw Stilisnki, you may call me Stiles your Lordship, the pleausure it’s all mine” Stiles introduces himself.

Theo smiles shaking Stiles’s hand. “Would you care for a dance?” Theo asks extending his hand to Stiles.

“Oh, I do not want to” Stiles says shocking everyone. “Do enjoy the evening Lord Raeken” Stiles proclaims before leaving. Lydia hisses and excuses herself going after her sibling.

Jackson chuckles. “I told you, didn’t I?”

But Theo couldn’t stop looking at the boy from afar, his shock quickly turning into interest. Stiles intrigues him. Theo smirks, he wants him.

So Theo courts Stiles, his attepts not being very welcomed by the Stilinski boy. But Theo notices that he has not upfrontly rejected him so he still gathers hope.

one day Stiles seems to have had enough.

“Okay you need to stop with the game” Stiles says. Theo had just casually found him walking by the river.

“What game?” Theo questions.

“This! this nonsense of you following me around and giving me presents” Stiles argues.

“It’s called courtship” Theo claims.

Stiles snorts. “You are not courting me”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Theo asks.

“Why would you?!” Stiles asks back his tone turning into anger. “Lady Yukimura wants you to marry her daughter, Did you know that?” Stiles says.

“Yes, I met them” Theo claims.

“A man of your position should be with someone like her” Stiles says.

“And yet I do not want her” Theo states coming closer to Stiles.

“And you want me?” Stiles asks.

“Is it so hard to believe?” Theo questions standing in front of Stiles.

“Yes!” Stiles shouts.

Theo breathes out. “When I first saw you across the room I couldn’t stop looking. When I came closer and I saw your whisky eyes and pink lips, your beauty was more than evident to me. But you know what was the moment that truly convinced me that you were for me?” Theo says into Stiles’s eyes. The Stilinski boy denies. “When you refused to dance with me. You bewitched me, my heart and my soul desire you, and only you.” Theo declares.

“That makes no sense” Stiles whispers. Theo is so close that he can hear him perfectly.

“What I dread the most is having a boring life. I know that with you I won’t have that, you’ll challenge me, you’ll make life interesting.” Theo caresses Stiles’s cheek with his hand, Stiles closes his eyes to the touch.

Theo leaves after that, he spends the next couple of days in his mansion worrying that he had opened his heart in vain. But when the servants announce that he has a visitor and he sees Stiles standing in his office all the fears dissapears. He kisses Stiles and Stiles kisses him back. Life is perfect.

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queerebrum · 4 years

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All out of Faith || Stiles x Theo || Rated E! ||One-shot || 7.5k || Alcoholic!Stiles, Escort!Theo, Divorce, depression, self-isolation, rehab, Theo is a part of the pack, Smut, getting together. Written for day 2 of @steoweek2020, Far Future.

He wandered down the hallway towards room 605 and rapped gently on the door, folding his hands politely in front of him and pasting on his ‘work smile.’ It was almost a smirk but not quite. He intentionally softened the expression in his eyes. When he’d started, some of the clients had said he was ‘intimidating.’ Now, though, Theo knew how to make himself seem small and non-threatening.

The entire facade fell to pieces, though, when the hotel room door swung open to reveal none other than a scruffy, exhausted looking Stiles Stilinski.

Instead of his usual introduction of, “Hi, my name is Theo, I think you were expecting me?” followed by a wink, the first words out of his mouth were, “You look like shit.”

-- Or, the one where Theo's a high-end Escort that gets hired by the most unexpected person, and that person frankly needs more help than Theo can give.

Read it on AO3!

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queerebrum · 4 years

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I Like Me Better (When I’m With You) || Stiles x Theo || 4k || One-Shot || Fluff, Secret Relationship, Relationship announcement. || for day 7 of @steoweek2020. (Fluff totally counts as an AU for these two, right?)

Stiles and Theo have been hiding their relationship for so long that it was a well-ingrained habit. Two showers after they see each other, never touch in public, never even look at each other in public. It's been going pretty well until...it turns out maybe it wasn't as secret as previously expected. -- Or, the one where Stiles and Theo think they've been sneaky, but they're both significantly easier to deal with when getting regular sex and well...they've been downright pleasant recently.

Read it on AO3!

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clotpolesonly · 4 years

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Tripping Over Your History

for @steoweek2020 day 3, Forced Proximity! i was originally def planning to have it be more explicitly Steo, but they deserve real E2L and i didn’t have the time, lol. so this is more pre-slash and foundation for possible relationship later on.

(also on AO3)

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Stiles had not expected to do so much running today. If he had, he would’ve worn better shoes.

His soles slipped as he rounded the next corner and nearly sent him sprawling, which would’ve been very bad considering the manticore quickly closing in behind him. He had already taken a blow to the stomach from that freaky fucking scorpion tail—luckily, it had just been the broad side of it, rather than the actual stinger part—and he was pretty sure that if he went down now, he was not getting back up.

He cleared another corner, his shoulder scraping along the lockers with how tightly he took it, and what was with all these monsters being drawn to the high school? Stiles didn’t even go to this godforsaken hellmouth of a school anymore, for fuck’s sake, and here he was, still fighting monsters in it at least twice a year.

The manticore roared loud enough to make the locker doors rattle.

Stiles cursed and ran faster. The clatter of the manticore’s clawed feet against the tile floor was getting closer. His lungs were fucking burning in his chest and, oh god, he was gonna get eaten by a monster before Scott and the others could get here with the fancy magic dagger that was supposed to be able to kill the damn thing.

He didn’t know what had happened to Hayden and Kira, but he hadn’t heard from them since they’d split off to search the gym and the locker room. He really hoped they hadn’t already been eaten; Liam and Scott would be so mad if their girlfriends had been eaten by a manticore.

Scott had told them not to split up, damn it, why had they not listened? Had the plot of every horror movie on the planet temporarily evaporated from Stiles’ brain just in time for them to make that decision? One of them, at least, should’ve known better, but apparently they hadn’t, and now they were all gonna get—

A hand clamped down on Stiles’ arm. With how fast Stiles was going, it damn near yanked his shoulder out of its socket. But a second later, Stiles found himself in the small, dark confines of a supply closet with a warm body pressed up against his and the aforementioned hand over his mouth.

“Stay quiet,” an unfortunately familiar voice hissed in his ear.

Stiles shoved the hand off. “Theo, what the fuck are you—”

The hand returned, much to Stiles’ indignation. Before he could knee Theo in the nuts, though, another roar sounded in the hallway. The door shook at Stiles’ back, groaning and shifting in its frame, and he decided that maybe, just this once, obeying a command from Theo wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world.

The two of them held their breath, straining their ears for the click-click of the manticore’s claws. It drew up alongside their hiding place and paused. Frantically, Stiles ran through all the lore that he had crammed into his brain in the last three days, but he didn’t remember anything about how good the manticore’s senses were.

Apparently, they were in luck. The thing growled and then moved off down the hall.

Stiles waited until he was reasonably certain the threat was out of range before he pushed Theo out of his personal space. Or, well, as far out of his personal space as he could manage, which wasn’t very far before Theo hit the shelves behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Theo gave him a dirty look, rubbing at the back of his head. “The same thing you’re doing: trying to keep the manticore in the school until Scott can kill it, so it doesn’t go rampaging through the town.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure hiding in a closet is helping oodles.”

“Hey, I just saved your fucking life,” Theo said. “You could be grateful.”

Stiles ignored that. “When did you get here? Kira, Hayden, and I all came together. You weren’t even at the planning session where the whole keep-it-contained-in-the-high-school thing was decided on!”

“Scott texted me,” Theo said, like that was supposed to be obvious. And, okay, maybe it should’ve been. “He figured you might need help. Clearly, he was right.”

Stiles scowled at him, twice as hard because he couldn’t dispute the point. “Thanks ever so much,” he bit out, as insincerely as he could possibly manage. “Now that that’s over with…“

The door wouldn’t open.

The handle turned just fine, but the door itself would not budge, not even when Stiles leaned his entire weight against it. The vibrations from the manticore’s roar must have knocked it off its hinges or something, set it at an angle, and gotten it very firmly wedged into the frame. He tried ramming it with his shoulder next, but that quickly revealed itself to be a terrible idea because the impact jarred his bruised ribs in a way that made everything up to his fucking teeth feel like it was on fire.

Theo pulled him back out of the way. Stiles was dazed enough to let it happen, sinking down the one bare wall to collapse on the cold concrete floor. Panting through the pain, he watched Theo run the same gamut. Stupid door didn’t open for him either.

Finally, Stiles said, “Can’t you just…you know, break the damn thing?”

Instead of answering, Theo threw his weight at the door again. It creaked in protest, but stayed firmly wedged in place. He did it again with the same result. He was breathing hard now too, fists clenched. When another hit couldn’t manage it, he growled.

This was getting really fucking boring. “Dude, just break it the fuck down!”

“I can’t!”

Theo slammed his fist into the door. It didn’t even leave a dent.

Stiles stared at him. “What do you mean, you can’t? Liam can lift a freaking pick-up truck with one hand and you can’t break down a closet door?”

“He’s a werewolf,” Theo snapped.

“The fuck does that have to do with it?” Stiles asked. “I’ve seen you fight before, Theo. I know you’re not as strong as normal werewolves, but since when can you not even—”

“I don’t know, okay?” Theo punched the door again, pulling his hand back and shaking it out with a grimace. “A year ago, I could’ve punched my way through the goddamn wall, no problem. But now I— I don’t know. I just can’t anymore.”

Stiles stared some more. “Fat lot of good you do me as backup, then.”

Theo snarled at him. His eyes glowed gold, but they were dimmer than Stiles was used to seeing, and then flickered out after only a second or two. “Good enough to save your ass.”

“But not good enough to get us out of a fucking janitor’s closet.”

“I don’t see you managing it,” Theo pointed out.

“I wouldn’t even be in here if it weren’t for you!”

“No, you’d be dead. You’re welcome.”

Stiles tried to stand, fully intending on punching Theo in his smug face—by his judgment, it’d been far too long since the last time he’d done that—but his ribs gave an almighty throb. The spike of pain made his lungs freeze up, a strangled noise of pain escaping him, and he swayed dangerously on the spot.

“Will you sit down before you fall down?” Theo said. “If you pass out, I’m not carrying you out of here.”

“As if you could,” was all Stiles could manage.

Fuck, maybe his ribs were actually broken. Or maybe genuinely bruised ribs were just way more painful than Stiles would’ve expected them to be. The more the adrenaline of the chase wore off, the worse it got, every ache and pain leaping up to make itself known as aggressively as possible. Deep breathing was proving difficult. He may have rolled his right ankle at some point too.

An upturned bucket scraped loudly across the concrete floor. Theo dropped down onto it, apparently settling in for a long wait.

“Text Kira,” he suggested. “Let her know we’re stuck in here.”

Stiles shook his head. “My phone had an unfortunate meeting with a scorpion stinger. What about yours?”

“Dead.”

“Goodie.” Carefully, Stiles uncurled from his rib-coddling hunch to lean back against the wall. It was cold, but that felt pretty good. “Maybe if we yell real loud, Hayden will hear and come let us out.”

“Or the manticore will hear,” Theo said dryly, “and come eat us alive.”

“Well, I don’t see you coming up with any bright ideas.”

Theo sighed. “My bright idea is that we wait for Scott and the others to get here. You know they’ll come looking for us eventually if we don’t show up.”

If they weren’t all killed first, Stiles didn’t say out loud. They didn’t even know for sure that Kira and Hayden were still alive. They were two seriously badass ladies, so Stiles had a reasonable amount of hope that they could hold their own, but his anxious brain was already imagining the entire pack torn apart, bodies strewn around the school, and him and Theo stuck in this fucking closet until the students turned up on Monday morning to find the carnage.

That was neither a fun nor a productive thought. Unfortunately, the only available distraction was Theo, who Stiles usually tried not to think about, for a wide variety of reasons. In the low light, there wasn’t much to look at, but Stiles could still see the dim outline of him. Theo’s head was tipped back against the wall, his eyes closed. He looked tired.

“Why would Scott send you in as backup if you can’t even fight anymore?”

Theo didn’t bother opening his eyes to throw back, “Why would Scott send you in at all if you never could to start with?”

“Oh, fuck you, man,” Stiles said. “I’ve been holding my own against all kinds of monsters—you included, by the way—for six years. I’m not dead yet, am I?”

Theo let out a quiet snort, but otherwise didn’t respond to that. A few seconds of silence passed, during which Stiles strained his ears for any roaring or fighting from outside that might indicate the state of things.

Eventually, Theo sighed again. “Scott might not know, exactly,” he said haltingly. “About…”

He made a vague, hand-wavey gesture.

“That you’re, what, losing your power?”

He let his hand fall. “Something like that.”

Stiles chewed on his tongue, questions piling up in his head, until a thought struck him. Then he started to laugh.

“Oh man,” he said, clutching his aching ribs. “This is just too good.”

Theo looked like he wasn’t quite sure if he should be offended. “What is?”

“The irony, man. You went to such incredible lengths to gain more power for yourself, and now—” Stiles fought back another chuckle. “—you’re losing what little power you already had. That’s fucking hilarious. Talk about karma.”

Even in the dark, Stiles could see the way Theo’s face closed off, how his shoulders hunched. It was almost enough to make him feel bad. With anyone else, it would’ve been plenty. But Theo wasn’t anyone else, and there was a sick little thrill in watching him curl in on himself that Stiles couldn’t deny.

“God,” he said wistfully. “Why couldn’t this have happened senior year? Would’ve been way more convenient for you to go to pieces then, you know, before you—”

Theo’s growl interrupted him. “For fuck’s sake, Stiles. Even Malia doesn’t hold senior year against me anymore. Are you ever gonna stop?”

All of Stiles’ amusement dried up in an instant, replaced with a spike of anger that was almost comforting in its familiarity. “You literally killed Scott.”

“Yes,” Theo said. “I did. I killed Scott, I hurt your dad and Lydia, I almost destroyed the pack.” He scrubbed a hand down his face, huffing out something that might’ve been a laugh if it hadn’t sounded so pathetic. “I did a lot of awful things back then, Stiles. But I’ve spent four years working my ass off to make up for all of it. It’s enough for them! When is it gonna be enough for you?”

Stiles almost spat back “never”. It was on the tip of his tongue, dangling there along with every other caustic, unforgiving thing he’d ever wanted to throw at Theo. All the darkness and frustration boiling up in his chest, he wanted to vent it in Theo’s direction and watch him drown under it.

But the word wouldn’t come out. The sick thrill curdled in his stomach, turning heavy and cold, and he hated that Theo was right. That Scott had forgiven him a long time ago. That Lydia had a text thread with him where they shared science memes. That Malia didn’t bat an eyelid when he showed up to pack meetings, despite not technically being pack, or question that he would have her back in a fight. That Stiles was the only one in the pack that couldn’t let go of his misdeeds.

What Theo had done in the years since, it was enough for them. As galling as it was, the rational part of Stiles’ brain had to acknowledge that maybe they were right. The rest of him, though—

“Seriously, Stiles,” Theo pushed. “What would be enough? What would I have to do to convince you that I—”

“Maybe I don’t want you to do anything!”

Theo, of all things, laughed. “No,” he said. “Of course, you don’t. Because you don’t care if I’m good or evil anymore. All you care about is having someone to blame for it all that isn’t yourself.”

Denial rose up in him on a tide of fury, clogging his throat like bile, but he didn’t have time to unleash it.

Before he could, the ground beneath their feet trembled. The boxes and bottles and tubs all around them rattled with the force of the roar, some of them rattling their way right off their shelves. A half-empty bottle of bleach caught Stiles’ shoulder on its way to the ground, sending a shockwave of pain through him. By the time he blinked the tears out of his eyes, the vibrations had faded.

They held their breath anyway, listening, like last time, for the sound of giant claws approaching. Stiles thought he heard the faint sounds of fighting in the distance, which gave him hope for Kira and Hayden. The fact that the manticore was still here did, too, in its own way; if it wasn’t still playing cat-and-mouse games with something, it would’ve left the school by now to find prey elsewhere.

Unless it came back for the two that got away.

Theo had stood up at some point and, Stiles noticed, placed himself between Stiles and the door. His claws were out, apparently ready to go down fighting as best he could, and the weak gold light of his eyes reflected back at them in the chipped paint.

It was quiet for a long time, both of them wound so tight that Stiles felt he might crack under it. Finally, it was too much. His shoulder was newly throbbing, his ribs aching from the pressure of holding his breath, and the mere act of trying to shift positions forced a groan out of him.

Theo turned back, eyes flickering out. For a moment, he just watched, his face an impassive mask. Then, as quietly as possible, he nudged his upturned bucket closer and sat back down. His hand found Stiles’ forearm.

A wave of lightheadedness swept through Stiles, the sudden absence of pain making him feel dizzy and weirdly weightless. He would’ve liked to blame that feeling for how long it took him to process that Theo’s veins were blackened, his face a grimace as he siphoned Stiles’ pain into himself instead, but it was just simple surprise.

He had known, theoretically, that Theo was capable of taking pain. He’d heard the story from Mason, about Theo and Gabe during the raid at the hospital, and mentions of it here and there in the years since. But he hadn’t really believed—hadn’t let himself believe—that Theo had the empathy necessary to do what he was doing right now.

“What are you doing?” His voice came out hoarse and painfully uncertain.

Theo’s eyes flicked up to meet his, just for a second, before returning to their point of connection. “I thought that would be obvious.”

“No shit, dumbass,” Stiles huffed. “I just meant… Why?”

Theo glanced up at him again, and this time he didn’t look away. Neither of them needed to speak for Theo to hear everything Stiles wasn’t saying, all the other questions behind it. His hand was warm, Stiles’ skin tingling with whatever weird magic allowed Theo to do this, and the strange intimacy of it made Stiles’ heart beat faster the longer Theo didn’t answer him.

“Because, Stiles,” Theo finally murmured. “You may not believe that I’m a better person, but I’m not going to let that stop me from being a better person.”

His hand slipped away, leaving Stiles cold and reeling. The pain didn’t return, though Stiles knew that it would creep back in before too long. For the moment, there was nothing to distract him from the conflicting jumble in his head. He found himself staring sidelong at Theo—examining the sharp lines of his face in the dimness, the swell of his bottom lip, the way his fingers twisted around each other in his lap—searching for the evil he’d been so sure for so long was there.

It should’ve been surprising that he didn’t find anything. But his arm was still tingling and, in a weird way, it was almost a relief to accept it. A few minutes passed in silence, nothing but the sound of their breathing between them, each caught up in their own thoughts.

Stiles broke it with, “Why haven’t you asked Scott for the bite?”

Theo shifted beside him. “What?”

“The bite,” Stiles said again. “If your powers are failing, we have to assume that it’s probably because they’re manufactured rather than naturally occurring. They might not have been designed to last long-term.”

Theo’s jaw clenched, as it usually did at the reminder of his nature. “So?”

“So getting the bite turned Hayden from chimera to full werewolf,” Stiles said. “It would probably do the same for you.”

“Or it could kill me.”

“With what happened to the rest of the chimeras in the end, you might be headed that way regardless,” Stiles pointed out.

Theo looked away without responding, though his hands curled into white-knuckled fists. Stiles silently kicked himself, because, for once, he actually wasn’t trying to be a dick about this or rub it in Theo’s face that he wasn’t a “real” werewolf.

“I’m just saying,” he went on hastily. “Getting the bite might be a risk, but it’s got better odds than just waiting to see what happens when what happens might be you bleeding mercury. And I think you know that. So why haven’t you asked Scott?”

At first, it seemed like Theo wasn’t going to answer him. Then, Theo turned back to Stiles with a tight, unhappy smile on his face, and said, “Because getting the bite would make me pack. And Scott would never do that without unanimous consent from all the existing pack members.”

Without his consent, Theo meant. Theo hadn’t even bothered to ask for something that might save his life because he thought that Stiles wouldn’t agree to it. If Theo had asked yesterday, Stiles realized with a hot flush of shame, he probably wouldn’t have.

Now, he swallowed the feeling down, and said, “Ask him.”

Theo’s eyes widened, bitter expression falling away into something far more open than Stiles was used to seeing on him. His next smile was small, but it was genuine.

A crash and a hail of debris broke the moment. Coughing—painfully—through the dust, Stiles squinted against the light until he could make out Scott in the now-open doorway.

“Hey,” he said, far too brightly for the circumstances. “We took care of the manticore! How long have you guys been stuck in here? Wasn’t too long, was it?”

Stiles and Theo traded a look and, somehow, found themselves laughing.

“No,” Stiles said. “No, I think maybe it was just long enough.”

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