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realityescapee01 · 4 months

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Wounds and Scratches

Steo | Stiles x Theo

Theo came back to the pack house, bloodied and wounded. He just came back from an undercover op for the pack. He was able to capture a rogue omega.

He was stabbed to his stomach, slashed on his arm and cut on his palm. He took the omega back to Scott for interrogation. Afterwards, Scott gave him an order to patrol the tunnels.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Scott! He's hurt, send someone else!" Stiles had enough.

Theo is hurt and Stiles goes off on it.

Theo snarled, he struggled to get on his feet. He just got slammed to a wall by their enemy. He was in pain but he was still able to distract the enemy enough for Stiles to lay the mountain ash prison around it.

"Good job, guys."

Scott and them went back to the pack house. Stiles watched Theo bend over a bit, holding his tummy and has a pained expression on his bloody face. Dried up blood from his forehead. Busted lips and a sprained ankle.

Stiles thought back at the bad things Theo did to him and the pack. That is why Stiles thought Theo deserves all the beatings he's taking.

Scott decided to take in Theo despite everything he did. Scott being the kind and giving person he is. Stiles was against it. He doesn't want Theo in. But Scott insisted they could use Theo's skills.

What skills? The manipulative skills? The cunning, the smarts, deceptive skills? Well, yeah, those are useful. Stiles begrudgingly admitted.

So here is Theo in their pack. Being used as a scout, a spy, and first liner. Scott always sends him in first, first to whatever danger they're facing.

It's strange to Stiles because Theo wouldn't put up with those, but seeing as Theo was indeed putting up with all of it, maybe, Theo is doing everything to be better now, to be good, to make up to them, to make up for everything he's done.

Stiles heard all about it from Liam. Theo's redemption arc. Stiles wasn't buying it at first but later on, he started to believe too.

Or maybe the courting of Theo is affecting his judgement.

Oh, yeah, Theo is courting Stiles.

For about 2 months now. At first, Stiles is just playing Theo, but things got shitty for him and he genuinely needed Theo's help.

Like when he's jeep broke down. Theo drove him to and from his FBI internship. Every weekend, when he comes home and goes back to the FBI classes.

The long drives gave them a lot of time with each other. And Stiles found himself enjoying those times.

Stiles found himself chatting and calling Theo at nights after classes too. Sometimes while Theo was in tunnel patrol. To discuss and bounce off ideas from his homeworks of cases; murder mysteries and investigations. And Theo gave him very good insights every time.

Maybe because Theo is one little psycho himself that is why he understands how those criminals think. Stiles laughed on the idea. He is like those FBI agents having a serial killer to talk to and consult cases about.

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Theo calls him, all wounds and injuries healed up. He is driving Stiles home. Stiles jogs to Theo's truck and they go and get drive thru food. Stiles ask if Theo's okay. He looked hurt really bad.

He's got bandage on his hand. Again.

"What happened there?"

"Oh, I got cut. And I keep getting cut there so it's getting harder and harder to heal." -Theo explaining, trying not to put pressure on it too much while driving.

"I'm fine, Stiles."

Stiles have an idea of what happened. Having seen how hard Scott is using Theo out there. Then he received a chat from Scott to remind Theo about his underground tunnel rounds later tonight. Stiles felt irritated. Theo just recovered and now Scott is on him again with the errands.

-Isn't Liam on tunnel patrol tonight?- Stiles replied to Scott.

-I'm taking Liam with us in the talks. Where are you guys now? Will you be here in an hour?-

-Yeah, we're close. Keep Liam on patrol, let's bring Theo in the meeting-

-Why Theo?-

-It's decided. Just wait for us.-

They are to meet with the new group in town. Invite them to join forces or discuss terms on co-existing in Beacon Hills.

Scott met up with Theo and Stiles on the way to meet the werejaguars. They learned they're all female, a small group of 5. The talks start. Stiles let Scott do his thing while he observed.

"... We don't wanna join forces, we do not wanna stay near the Nemeton, which is basically a signal light to all hunters. Just let us be for a few days, I promise we won't cause trouble."

Their leader explained. Scott huddled with Stiles and Theo.

"I don't know about you, but werejaguars are highly aggressive." -Theo muttered.

"I agree." -Stiles nodded, remembering a certain Kate Argent.

"Yeah, I think so too. I will ask them to leave by dawn. Liam and the others can stay here to watch them until then" -Scott relayed the decision to the group leader. There were some friction but Scott brandishing his alpha status made the leader back down.

"Okay... but... we will only leave if he comes with us."

"What?" -Scott didn't expect a request.

"Him."

"No way." -Stiles strongly disagreed.

The group leader was pointing at Theo. "At least give us some protection. A capable mate for me."

Theo just scoffed. "I'm not up for mating."

"That or we stay as long as we like."

"... How about this." -Stiles proposed. "The real reason you're here is because you're all sick. You plan to steal our herb reserve. Preferably tonight because you know our resident doctor wouldn't be home."

The gang leader took a defensive stance.

"Okay, I'll give you a generous amount of 9 herbs and then you leave tonight. No taking Theo with you."

"What if I don't agree?"

"Well... you have to deal with a true alpha." -Stiles turned his head to Scott, who was half shifted by now.

"It was said this place and your pack is sanctuary to all supernatural beings!"

"Not if you threaten to take anyone away." -Scott said with a growl.

The group leader knew there is no way they'd win. "Fine. Get me the herbs."

After Scott's new recruits arrived with the herbs, the werejaguars left. But their leader really likes Theo, and as she passed him by, she said:

"We'll be 2 towns over, if you change your mind." -plus a hand, slowly gliding down Theo's muscular arm.

"I have my eyes set on someone else." -Theo shrugged the leader's hand away from him.

Theo watched the group leave and looked at Stiles. Having a renewed faith on a chance.

A chance that Stiles actually likes him back. With the human getting all no-way-you're-taking-Theo upset a while ago.

After that, Scott still wanted to send Theo on tunnel patrol duty but Stiles said Theo's driving him home even before Scott got the chance to say it. And so Theo drove Stiles home.

"Hey, Theo. If you like, you can stay here. Liam could use the tunnel patrol experience." -Stiles invited him to stay there to avoid the patrol task.

And Theo did. They went up to Stiles' room and Theo acting all strange.

"Hey? What's the matter?" -Stiles just went about the room as normal.

"...This is the first time for me. Here, in your room."

"What?!? You've never been here?" -Stiles remembered all the pack members whose been in his room. And yeah, this is Theo's first time to be here. "Well, there's a first to everything. You never know, you might be coming here more often in the future."

"W-What?" -Theo didn't expect that.

"Nothing! Nothing." -Stiles blushed. He was just being playful, flirty if you will. Because it's true, if he decides to answer Theo, then definitely, Theo would be in his room more often.

Theo was smirking and shaking his head, thinking of a comeback, but that caught him so off guard that he couldn't come up with one.

"Uhm, I'm gonna head to bed. By the way, use this on your wounds." -Stiles threw him a poultice Deaton taught him to make. Something to make the wounds stay clean for a longer time.

Theo caught it and sat on the chair by the window. He took the gauze off his hand and tended to it. He lifted his shirt and applied the poultice to random cuts on his torso.

Stiles just watched him. He memorized all the spots Theo has wounds and scratches and bruises.

"Well, uhm, Theo, I'm tired, I'll go to sleep, stay as long as you like." -Stiles headed to bed.

As he laid down, he smiled to himself on how things turned. Before, he couldn't stand Theo, but now he can sleep in the same room with Theo present.

The next day, Stiles woke up and Theo was gone, left a message of thanks and that he headed to school.

Theo goes to school on weekends, in a special program to make up for the lost time when he was dragged to hell; and once made, he can go back to school to continue his last sem of senior year.

Stiles thought to give Theo a visit.

He finds him on the lacrosse field. Coach Finstock recruited him.

Theo sensed Stiles and looked at his direction. Stiles waved.

"Bilinski!" -Coach Finstock intercepted him. "What are you doing here?"

"I missed you, coach!" - Stiles attempted to give coach a kiss.

"Ugh!" -Coach Finstock stopped him with a hand to his face.

Stiles knew that way, coach would leave him alone. Theo jogged towards him.

"Hey." -Theo in lacrosse practice uniform.

"You joined?" -Stiles sat in the bleachers.

"Yeah." -Theo stood right in front of him.

"I never knew you like sports. Sports aside from hunting and killing."

Theo laughed at that. "Just to release some aggression."

Stiles just nodded. He looked at the other players. He remembered his lacrosse days back then. And that winning shot he got. It was the fun days. Way before the shit hit the fan.

Stiles stayed to watch Theo practice with the team. He decided to stay even after and play with Theo a bit.

"Fine! But make sure you tidy up the things!" -Coach Finstock let them stay.

"Want a serious match or just for fun match, Stiles?"

"Just for fun." -Stiles gripped the lacrosse stick.

"Okay." -Theo smirked and threw the ball right past Stiles' left shoulder and into the goal.

"Ha! For fun, I said! Not for the Olympics or something!"

Theo laughed. They change places. It's now Theo's time to be goalie.

"Theo, no superpowers!" -Stiles was gearing up for a shot.

"Okay."

Stiles kept licking his lips and aiming and aiming for the goal before actually taking the shot. And of course, Theo caught it. Stiles was mad accusing him of using chimera powers but Theo didn't. Stiles is just really not good at it.

"Okay, that's it. I don't wanna play anymore!" -Stiles throwing the stick down.

"I didn't use supernatural powers, Stiles. You're just really bad at it."

"Just- Forget it!" -Stiles waving his hand off.

Stiles waited for Theo in the lockers. He looked at the seat where they confronted Theo. And where he said: "I came back for you." Stiles didn't really know the gravity of those words.

Theo wanted him. From day one. And there he is right now, feeling the same. He wants Theo now.

He turned his attention to the sound from the showers.

Theo is in there. Naked.

Stiles felt a little panic and stepped out of the lockers. A few minutes after, Theo stepped out too.

"Stiles, are you okay? I smelled panic."

"I'm fine. Let's get outta here." -Stiles walked away. Fast. He wanted to answer Theo but Theo is not asking him the question yet.

"Drop me by the tunnel entrance. I'm on patrol." -Theo said, settling in the passenger seat of the jeep.

"Oh. Okay."

"Stiles? Tomorrow, will you go out with me?"

"Oh? Where are you taking me?" -Stiles smiled. Theo courting him, does this quite a lot, take him on dates.

"It's a surprise." -Theo was smiling.

"You know my anxiety, I don't like surprises."

"I know. But you'll love this."

Stiles agreed. And so their date was set.

The following week, Stiles gradually calling out Scott for using Theo too much. Scott took the use and abuse too seriously.

Stiles would lightly tell Scott to give Theo a few minutes or hours before being sent for work again. Sometimes they'd be out, hanging out, and Stiles would tell Scott to let Liam do the patrols. The kid needs that experience somehow.

Their date night arrived. Theo was driving them in his truck when Scott called. An emergency.

Theo sighed. "I guess date night is cancelled."

"Apparently so." -Stiles confirmed as he gestured for Theo to make that U-turn.

They were called towards the Nemeton and they saw Scott and Liam, shifted, chasing after their enemy of the week. The werejaguar leader came back.

"I warned you." -Scott intimidating the werejaguar. "Why are you back?"

"Nothing much... just some petty reason." -she spotted Theo and Stiles running over to them.

Liam lunged at her but missed. She charged towards Stiles and Theo.

Theo was fully prepared to intercept her but she made a sharp and quick turn towards Stiles.

They rolled over the ground. Stiles tried to wrestle her off but to no avail. She pushed Stiles over the cliff.

"Holy sh-" - Stiles couldn't do anything.

He was falling off the cliff. He could only hold his hand up, hoping to be saved.

"Stiles!" -Theo jumped after him.

Theo caught him and held onto exposed vines on the cliff.

"Tch!" -Theo exclaimed as the vine rope burned through the bandage on his hand. And brutally so onto the wound there. Making it bleed again.

They slid for a little bit more before finally getting caught on bigger vines, stopping them from falling.

Back at the top, Scott and Liam were trying the werejaguar to a tree and then hurrying to help Theo and Stiles. Lowering down a rope to get them back up.

"Stiles! Oh man!" -Scott pulled Stiles into a tight hug once the two was saved. "I was so worried!"

"I was too." -Stiles hugged him as tight, looking at Theo, nodding him a thank you.

They subdued the werejaguar leader, and as agreed -Scott will try to talk to the supernatural beings walking into Beacon Hills, with the goal of peace, and when it is not achieved, the hunters will take care of it- Scott called Chris Argent to deal with the werejaguar.

As they were walking, Scott was going on about checking the old werejaguar hideout before calling it a day.

And Scott wanted to send Theo and Liam.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Scott! He's hurt, send someone else!" Stiles went off.

"O-Okay. Me and Liam would go." -Scott conceded. He felt guilty afterwards, he never checked on Theo. And now only saw Theo's hand. "Sorry, Theo."

"Yeah. Apology accepted." -Theo soothing his wounded palm.

They parted ways. Scott and Liam towards the hideout and Stiles and Theo towards Theo's jeep.

Stiles applied poultice on Theo's palm. "Thanks. A lot."

"No problem. As if I would just let you die on me right there. You owe me a date."

"Well... our sched just freed up."

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And so, they revisited their original schedule for tonight. The date:

"W-What the-" -Stiles was greeted by tiny lights floating in some enclosure far from the reserve. "What is this? I've never... there were no fireflies in Beacon Hills. Ever!"

"There are now." -Theo watched him enjoy the view.

There were so many. Flying, floating, near the trees too... it looked magical.

"Since when? How?" -Stiles wanted to get to the bottom of this.

"I don't know. Must be a Nemeton thing. Again."

Stiles wanted to ask questions again, but the view was so beautiful, he just accepted that explanation. The Nemeton does make and affect all sorts of stuff.

"Stiles? Can I ask the questions now?"

"Sure." -Stiles waved his hand, eyes fixed on the sea of fireflies in front of them.

"Will you... be my mate?"

"..." -Stiles blinked. A lot of times.

"Stiles?" -Theo was concerned.

Stiles looked back at him. The fireflies are near them now, surrounding them. Making Theo have the background of little lights floating.

Beautiful.

"Yes." -Stiles said.

Theo smiled, ear to ear.

"I was waiting for you to ask that." -Stiles revealed.

"I was waiting for you to be sure." -Theo walked slowly towards Stiles.

Reached for Stiles' waist and pulled him into a kiss.

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jjsstars · 9 months

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// a break // theo/stiles || on my ao3

|| summary: stiles takes theo to his favorite diner as a way of sealing their peace, they both have trauma to talk about

|| tags: pre-slash, greasy diner food, hurt/comfort, talk of the dread doctors, talk of neglect & abuse, talk of void stiles

Theo wrinkles his nose as he steps inside the diner, trailing behind Stiles who walks in with a beaming smile. It’s sunny out, just barely, the suns coming up over the tree line across the street of the 24/7 diner Stiles claims has the best food.

Theo can’t argue anything opposite and when Stiles offered to take him, just them, Raeken swore he was going to pass out right there and then. But as he slips onto the sticky red seat across from Stiles, his brain reminds him that this isn’t a random dream nor is it fake. Stiles plucks a menu from where they’re stood up against the window of the table, Theo follows the action.

He’s not sure what to get, his brain automatically look at the prices and trails through the items for the cheapest option. When he was still under the dread doctors control he had to scrape money together more than once, paying with coins and crumbled dollars for a measly half of a sandwich that made the waitress looking at him pityingly as he scarfed it down. There’s no half a sandwich options on this menu, but a side of fries is only a few bucks.

“What can I get for you boys?” A curly haired waitress approaches with a practiced customer service smile, though it looks a little more genuine when she looks at Stiles. He must be here a lot if she recognizes him.

“A burger and fries with a coke.” He states and hands the waitress the menu, teeth showing in his wide smile. Theo finds himself grinning just seeing Stiles so happy, so at ease.

“And what about you hun?” She turns towards Theo, pen stopped on the notepad that she’s scribbled Stiles’ order on.

“Just- just a side of fries and a water.” The scoff Stiles lets out takes Theo off guard, his head whipping to stare at the brunette boy in front of him.

“He’ll take what I’m having.” He says simply with a hand up to prematurely stop Theo’s arguing. Raeken can only give a weak nod before the waitress is dashing away, not at all bothered by Stiles changing Theo’s order.

“Stiles—.” He starts but is quickly stopped.

“I’m paying, and there’s no way you’re only getting fries and their questionable tap water.” Theo nods again, more sure of it this time, and Stiles looks at him with a satisfied expression so Theo takes it as a win.

“What are we doing here anyways? I mean- I’m- I’m not complaining- it’s just, we’ve never really hung out just us before.” It’s stuttered and Theo trips over his words an embarrassing amount. He gets a little deja vu to when he and Stiles had just met, back in fourth grade, when Theo hadn’t gotten his stutter under control and Stiles was one of the only kids that’d talk to him without getting annoyed with how long it took him to get a sentence out.

“I know we’ve never been the closest but uh- I feel like you should know about this place.” Theo feels his brow furrow before Stiles’ letting out a small sigh and continuing.

“I come here when I need a break. From the supernatural, from normal people drama, from school, from whatever. And lately you look like you could use somewhere to get away from whatever it is that’s bothering you.” A small amount of guilt twists in Theo’s gut, he must be really obvious is Stiles caught on to how out of it he’s seemed.

It’s been tough the past few months, sure Beacon Hills has calmed down supernatural wise, and the pack is trying to enjoy their last few months of school, but Theo can’t seem to relax. He’s living with the McCalls now, no longer sleeping in his truck, and he’s forever grateful for it but it’s been a bit of a shell shock. He never knew family’s could be so close and spend so much time together, he thought that was something only movies did. And half the time Theo doesn’t know how to act in those situations. He’s always waiting for that imaginary shoe to drop, for someone to start yelling, throwing things, chaining him down like the doctors did. It’s yet to come.

“That obvious huh?” Raeken lets a hand rub at the back of his neck, Stiles’ eyes track the motion, studying him in a way. He never realized it before but Stiles does that a lot, watch for things, catalog people’s reactions, Theo gets it. He does it too, it’s a trauma thing as Lydia calls it.

“Only to me. So, you don’t have to talk about it, we can just talk about something stupid, or I’m here to listen.” Stiles picks up a napkin to fold and unfold, always doing something with his hands.

“Thought you came here to get away from that all?” The brunette shrugs, creasing the fold of the napkin with his thumb nail.

“A break doesn’t mean ignoring it, it just means relaxing. If talking will make you less tense then you should talk.” It flows so easily out of Stiles mouth, so second nature, Theo figures he must’ve told someone this before.

“You’re gonna therapist me?” A small smile tugs on Theo’s lips when Stilinski rolls his eyes.

“No. It’s called being friends.” There’s definitely more to it but for now Theo won’t push, he’ll just talk, like Stiles said. He tried momentarily to talk to Scott once late at night, and Lydia a few times, but there was always too much guilt about dumping his stuff on their backs. Theo figured they had enough of their own trauma to deal with, but it feels different with Stiles, not nearly as nerve wracking for whatever reason.

“I uh- I guess it’s weird being my own person, without the doctors y’know. I’ve never not had them around since I was nine, I just- it’s hard, to be a person, to not understand things I know I should, to feel out of place everywhere I go.” Something akin to understanding flashes in Stiles’ eyes when Theo meets them, it’s not pitiful like Lydia gets, or sad like Scott, just knowing. He gets it.

“I thought your sister died when you were twelve?” Raeken nods and watches how Stiles chews his lip, trying to put all the pieces together, trying to figure out what each word Theo told him means. It’s another habit Theo’s picked up on, Stiles’ brain is always working overtime to solve things, and he always chews his lip when he does.

“I met the doctors when I was nine but they didn’t get me to- do what I did- until I was twelve. After that they were my entire life, I never had friends or family or anyone, it was just them and experiments. So many fuckin experiments.” It doesn’t hold the anger it used to when Theo would talk about what the doctors did, he’s too tired for that, instead there’s sorrow practically dripping off each word he says.

“Experiments?” Oh, Theo guesses he never really did tell Stiles or any of the pack what happened.

“They’d do surgery’s and experiments on me a lot, they knew I’d heal from it eventually so it was perfect for them. I lost count of how many times they cut me open. I know- I know eventually I stopped feeling it, I stopped, I- I stopped feeling like anything but their toy to use.” Stiles looks like he wants to reply but the waitress is returning before he can.

The two plates of burgers and fries gets placed in front of each boy, as well as their drinks, they give polite thanks and thankfully the waitress doesn’t stick around. She must sense there’s a heavy topic being discussed as she stays silent while setting the plates down, nodding shortly before disappearing to the back of the diner. Theo and Stiles are still the only people here, it’s too early for anyone else.

“I know the feeling. Well- not exactly, I didn’t get experimented on, but I know what it feels like to be used like that.” Stiles says between a bite of fries, eyes not glancing at Theo as he talks.

“With Void?” It’s not a real question because Theo knows the answer. He’s heard the story of what happened, the stories he should say, he had to get different sides for the doctors and then he found things out on his own. He always feels sick thinking about what Stiles went through, and he’s right, they’ve both been used.

“Yeah. I’m sure you already know what happened, but it was horrible to live through. I felt so helpless, so manipulated but I couldn’t pull myself out of it, I can’t imagine feeling like that for years on end. Those doctors will rot for what they did to you.” There’s a bite to the last sentence and Stiles points a fry towards Theo as though it punctuates his point further. Raeken appreciates it, it’s genuine, there’s real care behind the statement.

“Thank you, it means a lot. And for the record, I’d totally kill that nogitsune with my bare hands.” A laugh bubbles out of Stiles chest, his hand coming to wipe at his mouth that has a smear of ketchup from his burger on it.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard that, thank you. I think we might be able to arrange that, maybe get you some silver claw covers or something—.” Stiles gets cut off when Theo playfully kicks him under the table.

“I’m trying to be nice here!” They’re both laughing so it loses all malice.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. It’s- it’s sweet, thank you.” He composes himself and gives Theo a warm smile, one that Raeken instantly returns. His chest feels filled with light hearing Stiles call him sweet, which feels stupid to Theo’s logical side, he doesn’t care, he just wants to savor this moment.

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equallyloyalandlethal · 11 months

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Steo Drabble #2

“Damn it, Theo. Just hang on, okay?” Stiles pleaded, his hands sliding against the chimera’s blood-soaked chest as he tried to compress the gaping wound in his side.

A weak chuckle answered him, pushing another wave of blood out of the hole. Stiles groaned, tears falling down his cheeks, falling to his boyfriend’s chest only to be swallowed by the gushing sea of red instantly. This was not okay. Not in the fucking least.

“Did I do good?” Theo asked, words airy and breathless for all the wrong reasons.

Stiles almost jumped when the chimera’s bloody hand squeezed his arm. It was weak, but the attempt was there, and that was all he cared about. The bastard was strong enough to snark and attempt reassuring gestures. He shifted, putting the full weight of his upper body on the wound, forcing a pained hiss from the man beneath him. His arms shook beneath his weight as he pressed down, leveraging all his hundred and sixty some pounds into the motion.

A noise somewhere between a snarl and choking back tears welled out of him as he glared at Theo, “Shut up, asshole. You’re not getting a thank you for trying to die, again. We talked about this whole martyrdom thing. I’m not into it, otherwise I’d be dating Scott instead.”

“Told you not to fall in love with me.”

Risking snarcasm being his final words to Theo paid off, a light smile parting his lips. Honestly, it was verging on gross, with the amount of blood spread across his teeth and the discoloration scattered over the too-pale-from-blood-loss skin, but all he saw was Theo. Beautiful, stupid, reckless, self-doomed to constant near death experiences Theo.

“And what did I say back?” Stiles asked, struggling to keep his face from twisting as his hands slipped again.

Theo’s eyes softened as his grip tightened, though his voice was weak, “Too late.”

Stiles nodded with his whole body, sending his tears flying. He had been ass over teacup for Theo since the first time he saw him. There was no stopping them from existing without wiping the chimera from the face of the planet and time, which admittedly was possible, thanks to the Wild Hunt, but even then Stiles would fight tooth and nail to get him back.

“That’s right, so shut up,” he said, bitting at his lip as he glanced down.

The gaping hole was smaller, overflowing with a steady a trickle as opposed to the torrent he’d originally been dealing with. A trip to the hospital was still likely, if only for a transfusion. There had to be half a body’s worth of blood around him. A relieved sigh nearly toppled him over.

“No dying,” Stiles said, dropping his forehead to Theo’s. “Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. You hear me?”

Theo shifted beneath him, hand coming to rest in the crook of Stiles’ neck, likely feeling the pulse. He knew his heartbeat was settling to the chimera, no matter how erratic or inconsistent it was at times, so he let him, despite the tackiness of the drying blood on his skin. Some things were just too gross to get used to, regardless of how often he came in contact with them.

“I’m a chimera, not a vampire,” Theo said, a little huff punctuating the words, telling Stiles he was smiling despite the dead pan tone.

“Don’t care, figure it out.” Stiles blindly flicked his arm.

“As you say, oh mighty human.”

The light laugh wheezing out of the man beneath him made Stiles’ head spin. It was a pitiful sound, so near to being broken and weaker than water’s alcohol content, not the kind of thing anyone in their right mind would fall in love with. But Stiles’ had no concept of what the right mind was. Not then and not even when he was ten. All he knew was that he loved the idiot excuse of a supernatural creature below him with every fiber of his being, and had since before he knew what the word really meant.

“Damn right.”

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jjtheresidentbaby · 9 months

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Hello. For the 800 followers event could I request caregiver Theo Raeken with little Stiles. With the prompt 'i hate seeing you cry'

Maybe Theo comforting him after someone mentions the Nogitsune incident??

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|| theo raeken x stiles stilinski

warnings: hurt/comfort, crying, talk of void stiles, pet names

Theo paces the small area between Stiles’ bed and the desk where his computer sits, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he listens to Stiles’ wails. He doesn’t know what to do or how to fix this, he’s never seen Stiles so upset.

All because of a stupid comment some random person said at school, Theo wishes he knew who it was so he could hunt them down. It was obviously supposed to get under Stiles’ skin, to make him annoyed, but as soon as the words jabbing at Stiles not being able to read in class — a story that still makes Theo’s throat close anytime he hears it — Stiles had gone pale white and his eyes had filled with tears. It was only a matter of seconds between the incident in the hallway and Theo ushering Stiles out to his truck but by the time Raeken pulled out of the schools parking lot Stiles was crying.

Normally Theo would be able to calm Stiles with a lowly hummed song or an offer to cuddle with him, it hasn’t worked. Nothing has. Toys, cartoons, hugs, talking, singing, offers of ice cream, it’s all been a big bust.

“Stiles? Sweetheart, are you okay?” The blue comforter on Stiles’ bed covers him head to toe, his cries have gotten a little quieter. Theo crouches by the bed and he talks as gentle as he can. He’s run out of options on what to do to help.

“Theo-.” A beat passes before Stiles’ voice cracks off as his arms outstretch from underneath the blanket, Theo can’t get him pulled into his chest any quicker.

“I’m right here, it’s okay. Shhh, it’s okay.” His hands rub up and down Stiles’ back rhythmically, trying not to get upset himself when Stiles tucks his face into Theo’s neck with sniffles. All he smells is guilt and pain, it makes Theo’s stomach churn to know his little is so hurt.

It takes time but eventually they both calm down and Theo’s able to shift them to be sat up against the headboard so he can peer down to Stiles. His cheeks are stained red, blotchy with dried tear tracks, and his nose still sniffles but he looks a little better. That’s all Theo needs.

“I hate seeing you cry.” It’s murmured and not really for Stiles to hear, more for Theo to say to himself as he brushes the tousled hair off of Stiles forehead. The little blinks at Theo for a moment, obviously having heard what he said but needing an extra minute to piece his words together in his headspace.

“You make it better.” A faint smile plays on Theo’s lips at Stiles attempted to be firm words, they’re a little wobbly and slurred, Theo doesn’t mind. It holds the same sentiment. It still means that Stiles looks for him for comfort, even if he wasn’t there the time of the nogitsune, he’s still able to help Stiles, and that means the world to Theo.

#jj writes #jj events #teen wolf agere #little!stiles #caregiver!theo raeken #theo raeken #stiles stilinski #theo x stiles #🦕 anon

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deadbonsai · 8 months

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steo college roommates AU in the works🙏🏽 first time writing smut

#rare pair #ao3 #teen wolf #steo #theo x stiles

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sapphireginger · 10 months

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After the Storm:

A Steo Mini Fic

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“Theo?”

"Hm?" Theo hummed quietly to let the other teen know he was listening.

"What color are your eyes?"

Theo turned his head to look at Stiles, to look at his mate. He was hoping, for once, to be able to read what was going on in the beautiful mind belonging to the man he was in love with. One day he would be able to just know. For now..."What color do you think they are?" He quirked a curious brow, a much softer form of what was once his once sharp armor. Only Stiles got to see it, got to see Theo vulnerable and unapologetically himself.

Stiles turned his head to the side to look at the coyote. "I don't know. I mean they look sort of silvery when the sun hits them just right and at night they make me think of iron and steel, especially under the light of Selene, but…” he trailed off, chewing his lip.

“But what?” Theo whispered.

The amber eyes the coyote loved to gaze into flickered momentarily and then Stiles released a soft sigh. “But times like right now when it's just us..."

"Yes?" Theo said with bated breath.

Stiles shrugged one shoulder. "They're a soft gray color. It's like the fog and mist that coats the air after a storm."

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Fun Fact: The picture in the center was taken by me during a drive home one day shortly after a storm had ended. I got a perfect shot up that road without stopping the car or anything.

#steo #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #fluff #theo raeken #steo discord #mini fic #after the storm #stiles x theo #theo x stiles #mates stiles stilinski/theo raeken #microfic #original photogrpahy #my photo #nature photography #steodiscord

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tabbytabbytabby · 11 months

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A Better Use Of Our Time

Word Count: 464 words

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationship: Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski

Tags: Good Theo Raeken, Stakeout, Vampires, Banter, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Getting Together, First Kiss

Summary: Stiles and Theo get stuck guarding an empty coffin.

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#steo #steo fanfic #stiles x theo #theo x stiles #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #my fanfiction

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incorrectquotes-multiphandom · 2 years

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#incorrect quotes #source: tumblr #text post #teen wolf text posts #incorrect stiles stilinski #incorrect teen wolf quotes #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #theo x stiles #theo reaken #steo #all of my favorite characters are headconnoned as anything other than cishet #stiles is a raging he/they bisexual #because I say so #theo changes depending on my mood honestly #multiphan text post

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msmischief101 · 10 months

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#twedit #fytwolf #steo #SteoDay #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #theo x stiles #stiles x theo #teen wolf #*tv:teen wolf #*w:incorrectquotes #*s:steo #*usermischief

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void-bambi · 4 months

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where the leaders of humanity and leaders of the werewolves of Beacon Hills handpick two people to marry and have peace between wolves and humans.

Stiles was the unlucky one to be chosen, the worst part is that even though he wasn't gay he was chosen to marry a man, but truth be told.

The man may be a beast, but he's also hot.

#teen wolf #steo #stheo #thiles #raelinski #raekinski #stiles x theo #theo x stiles #theo raeken #stiles stilinski #cody christian #dylan o’brien #obristian #chrisbrien

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amatchinwater · 28 days

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So, hey. 👀 I have a prompt. 👀 Actually, I have two, and I hope it's okay I'll send them in one 🥰

"“i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you” but the kiss proves the exact opposite"" for Stisaac

"i’m watching you date all these other people and i don't know what it is i'm feeling but it's definitely not jealousy" for Steo (preferably with jealous Theo because I love jealous Theo 😍 But you don't have to. I'm gonna love it either way. 🥰 )

Gods, I don't even want to think about how old this ask is 🤦‍♀️ but I finally got the second one done!! Thank you, babes 💚💚

Pairing: Steo

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken Mason Hewitt, Tracy Stewart, Corey Bryant, unnamed OG male character,

Warnings: drinking, rejection, mentions of past Sterek, Stiles thinks he can drink and fuck the breakup pain away, irritated Theo, jealous Theo

Words: 3033

Prompt: jealousy prompt in ask, thanks again, Laura 💚

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Do you know what it feels like to have happiness? True happiness. Only to have it yanked away from you with no hope of stopping it?

Stiles does.

Twice in his life, aside from his mother’s death, has it happened. Once in the form of his childhood best friend and schoolyard crush Theo moving away shortly after a death in both of their families. Right when they probably needed each other the most. The second, and arguably the worst, was Derek Hale breaking up with him and also leaving town…and the country.

At least Theo kept in touch, Derek cut him off cold turkey.

It hurt like a mother fucker.

Even now with a healthy pack and a good life, six months later, Stiles still doesn’t feel quite whole. Like the wound is still fresh without an ounce of scar tissue in sight.

“Are you coming tonight?” Tracy asks, flopping on the couch next to him and setting her feet in his lap. “Or are you finally staying home?”

He doesn’t miss the suggestion in the kanima’s tone. That Stiles should stay home tonight. But the fox won’t. A fact they’re both more than aware of.

Stiles will go to the club like every other time. Searching for someone with a hero complex insisting they can help him forget his ex. They mostly do. For the duration they’re in the fox’s bed at least. The moment the post-coital haze clears, Stiles is missing Derek all over again. Feeling guilty for what he’s done for the hundredth time.

Because that’s the thing about rebounding with a bunch of strangers that no one tells you about. You’re still the same broken shell of a person afterwards. Nothing changes just because you had an orgasm. You’re still hurt.

“Of course he’s going,” Theo huffs, all but stomping off the last step.

And he’s right. Even though Stiles knows it won’t make him feel better, he can’t stop.

“When are we leaving?” The fox asks, making Theo scoff. “What’s your problem?” He asks, rolling his eyes towards his Alpha.

“Nothing at all,” Theo mumbles in annoyance from the kitchen. “I’m staying home tonight, let me know when you guys are heading back,” the Alpha stalks back upstairs without another word.

Right. Okay, Stiles should probably back up a bit. He mentioned having a healthy pack now. With Derek gone, it’s obviously not the Hales. But Scott isn’t his Alpha either. When Theo came back to Beacon Hills at the beginning of their senior year, he and Stiles reconnected as if he’d never left. He was an Alpha and quickly built a pack of stray supernatural creatures both Scott and Stiles didn’t even know existed.

Well, they knew about kanimas. But not raijus or that were-jaguars were a thing. Or that there were creatures that could turn invisible! Nor that kids they went to school with were supernatural and right under their noses. Granted, Stiles was a human at the time and literally never would’ve known.

What bothered Scott the most is hard to say. Unclear to which straw finally broke the camel’s back. It’s always possible that it was just a culmination of everything that got to the True Alpha. In part, it definitely had to do with the fact that Theo wouldn’t relinquish his title as Alpha because Scott asked him to. And he shouldn’t have either, in Stiles’ opinion. The coyote got his power fair and square by his Alpha passing it on.

Then it boiled down to how close he and Theo became.

They were best friends before Stiles even met Scott. Even over the years when they stayed in touch, there never felt like distance between them. There’s nothing that Theo doesn’t know about. No secrets.

At first it started with Stiles already having plans with the coyote. But eventually it progressed to Stiles forgetting about pack nights because he was with Theo. And then the Alpha asked if he’d think about joining his pack since he sees Scott so little and seems happier with Theo.

Saying yes had never been so easy.

He even accepted the bite.

Because Theo was absolutely right. After Allison, there was always an uncomfortable air around Scott and Stiles. On the surface, the fox was happier.

Not happy. But happier.

So off to Sinema he goes. Pack in tow save for their Alpha.

“What are the chances I can get you to be my wingman tonight?” Josh asks, looping an arm around the fox’s shoulder. “I need some of that luck you always seem to possess.”

Any other night, Stiles probably would’ve said yes. But for some reason Derek is at the forefront of his mind tonight. And there’s something clearly pissing Theo off. So for the sake of not thinking about either Alpha, the fox knocks back his fourth- fifth?- wolfsbane infused drink courtesy of Hayden.

Throwing a wink at the raiju, Stiles says, “watch and learn young padawan.” He can’t focus on fully helping Josh right now. But if he pays attention, it could work out for him.

It did with Corey and Mason.

Grated, Mason was so far gone on Corey, he didn’t really need to do much to get the human.

Feeling that last cocktail settle in his blood, Stiles makes his way towards the dancefloor. It wasn’t until after Derek that the fox realized just how much he likes dancing. Or the fact that once he loosens up, Stiles is actually pretty good at it too. Moving through the sea of gyrating bodies, he finds himself a nice little space off the center.

That’s his trick. He’s close enough to the outside that someone sitting down can see him. But he’s also enough in the crowd that people on the dancefloor have eyes on him too. The more visible you are, the more chance you have of taking someone home.

It takes no time at all for someone’s hands to find his waist. Stiles doesn’t even bother to push people away anymore. Company is his goal after all. So when the person pulls him close, grinding the fox against him, Stiles lifts his hands up, curling his fingers into their short strands.

When the song changes, the body behind him makes no effort to move. So Stiles takes the initiative to turn around, see who’s interested. He’s surprised to find someone who looks like they could be Derek’s body double. It’s almost scary. But it deals the deal for the fox. Determination setting in to take this guy home. Maybe one last hook up, this time with Derek Lite, will be just what Stiles needs.

“Hey, handsome,” the fox lightly slurs over the music, “what are the chances I can get you to go home with me?”

Blunt and to the point.

Works every time.

The hands fall from his waist, the stranger’s face softening. “I’m sorry,” he leans in, not knowing that Stiles can hear him perfectly. “I was just looking for someone to dance with and you’re really good. You’re not my type, sorry.”

“Right. ‘Course, have a good night,” Stiles says, biting his remark away. The ‘you rub your boner on me but I’m not your type, huh?’ stings the back of his throat. The fox leaves the dance floor, making a beeline for the exit.

That always works.

It didn’t work on Derek either.

Okay, that’s just fucking rude. The voice in his head has no right to say shit like that. Derek wasn’t some guy in a club. He was a good Alpha and brother who left town to protect his sister.

That doesn’t help it sting any less that an essential carbon copy of the Alpha rejected him.

The fresh air hits his face and all of the alcohol Stiles consumed makes itself known He’s not going to throw up, but he feels how much he had to drink. The fox doesn’t stop moving until he gets to the alley on the side of the club. Crouching down, Stiles puts his head in his hands.

He should be over this by now. Why the fuck does it still hurt so much? The fox’s eyes sting with tears. Drunk or not, he’s not going to fucking cry.

He won’t.

A hand rests on the fox’s shoulder, Josh’s scent filling his nostrils. It’s a comfort like no other. Stiles doesn’t know what he’d do without the raiju.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“He broke me,” Stiles snaps, looking up at his best friend with blurry eyes. “I’m broken, Josh,” the fox sobs, tears spilling down his cheeks. He said he wasn’t going to cry, dammit. But here he is, one simple question from the raiju- one he could’ve said no to- and Stiles’ drunken brain releases the floodgates.

He feels pathetic.

“But you’re not,” Josh speaks softly.

“Yes, I am!” Stiles sniffles, angrily wiping his face dry. “I’m not his type,” the fox scoffs, “Derek left me.”

“Okay, well fuck both of them. They’re idiots if they can’t see how great you are.” Josh looks at him earnestly, “but I also don’t think sleeping with a bunch of nameless faces is going to make you feel better. Kinda seems like it’s been doing the opposite.”

“Excuse me?”

“Look,” the raiju sighs, “I’m not trying to piss you off or control you. I’m just trying to help you. It’s kind of my job.”

Josh is right. Stiles knows that. But how else is he supposed to get by? Who else is going to want someone as damaged as him?

“How about instead of hooking up with everyone you can,” Tracy rounds the corner of the building, “you take a look at what’s right in front of you.”

Stiles, rather drunk and confused, looks at his best friend who is indeed in front of him.

“You mean Josh?” Don’t get him wrong, his best friend is rather easy on the eyes. But that’d be like dating his brother. No, thank you.

The raiju laughs.

“Oh my god,” Tracy groans, scrubbing her face in aggravation. “You are not that dumb or blind,” the kanima scoffs. Stiles gives her a blank stare and shrugs. “For the love of- Theo! He’s in love with you, you idiot!”

Stiles’ heart stops.

“Bullshit,” he snorts. “Theo doesn’t even look at me like that.” If he did, Stiles would’ve tried something with his childhood crush a long time ago. Theo’s hot and nice and actually cares about him. He gently hits Josh’s arm, “tell her to stop fucking with me.”

Josh pulls a face, lifting a shoulder, “she’s not.”

Stiles’ heart stops again.

Then he laughs. A full on giggle fit that doesn’t stop even when they get him in the car. Laughs as he explains his behavior to Mason and Corey. But when they pull into the driveway and they give him the same look Josh had, Stiles sobers up real quick.

They’re home.

And Theo’s inside.

Theo.

Who doesn’t like, but loves him.

What’s breathing? Stiles has forgotten how to do it, but he’s pretty sure it’s something that’s supposed to be automatic, not a conscious choice of inhaling and exhaling.

“Uh, hey guys,” Mason’s voice echoes beside him in the back seat, poking his shoulder.

“What?” Josh asks, putting the car in park.

Tracy actually turns around, “oh shit.”

“What?” The raiju repeats, looking behind him, “shit. Stiles?”

The fox is frozen, staring at the house. Full of alcohol and nervous energy. “He’s going to think I’m a whore,” Stiles mutters, his brain running a stomach churning montage of all of the people he’s slept with.

All the while Theo knew about and said nothing in the way of disapproval. Unless you count his attitude.

Gods, Stiles feels like such an idiot.

The kanima cackles. Actually cackles, “oh, honey. If anything Theo is just jealous and upset you’ve never let him grace your bed.”

“Why do you think he was so upset tonight?” Mason asks, rubbing the back of the fox’s neck. Even as a human he understands how to calm them down.

That would explain the Alpha’s attitude, sure. But still, “Why did he never say anything?”

Everyone in the car gives him a shrug.

“Guess you’ll have to ask him yourself,” Corey says, leaning over Mason and Stiles to open the car door.

“What?” The fox looks back and forth and before he knows it, the couple shoves him out of the car. If not for his supernatural reflexes, Stiles would’ve eaten the concrete.

“We’ll see you in the morning,” Josh yells through Tracy’s open window.

What?

The car door slams closed, tires squealing in its haste to get out of the driveway before the fox can react.

“Dicks,” Stiles mumbles, turning and facing the house.

His body really wants to go into flight mode. Guess it’s time to put his big boy pants on. His heart picks up, fingers shaking trying to use the key to unlock the front door, one thought nagging him.

Has he been hurting Theo this whole time?

“Dammit,” he squeezes his eyes closed, pushing open the door. The only sound inside the house is his Alpha’s heartbeat. Too quick to be sleeping. A page turns. “Theo,” Stiles calls out, closing and relocking the front door.

Please don’t ignore him.

Please.

There’s a pause followed by a sigh, “In my room.”

His heart is thundering in his chest. Yes, the revelation from the pack sobered him up, but the fox isn’t sober. There’s still a buzz in his head and a slight wobble to his legs. Stiles very carefully walks up the stairs to the Alpha’s room. The one right next to his. At least their walls are soundproof, so unless a door is open, you can’t hear shit.

Meaning Theo never had to hear Stiles with the people he brought home.

The smallest of consolations because Theo still knew they were there.

When Stiles makes it to the Alpha’s room, Theo is propped against his headboard reading Catching Fire. No shirt on and gray joggers. He is a sight to see. Why the hell did Stiles never even flirt with the guy? He’s more than aware of how hot Theo is. Maybe the fox just didn’t want to ruin their friendship. Or step over any pack bounds.

Excuses, honestly.

“Hey,” Stiles says a breath above a whisper. His tipsy brain says the best course of action is why not try for some flirtatious humor to break the tension? “You waitin’ up for me, handsome?” The fox leans against the doorframe with a grin.

“No one warming your bed tonight?” Theo asks in a sour tone. Not even bothering to look up from his book, simply turning the page.

Alcohol takes control of Stiles’ tongue, “I was hoping you would.”

It’s unmistakable. The rush of arousal coming off the coyote. His fingers twitch against his book. “So they told you.” But Theo still doesn’t look up.

“They might have informed me that I’m a moron,” Stiles says, stepping over the threshold. “That I had someone much better right here the whole time.”

That gets Theo’s attention. He looks up from his book, eyes flickering red for the smallest of seconds.

He’s getting to Theo.

“I don’t want your pity,” the Alpha closes his book. “You’re only here because it’s convenient. A fall back because no one came home with you.” Theo’s voice is full of something Stiles can’t quite place. Anger? Sadness? His words hurt just the way that Theo must hurt when he says, “You don’t actually want me.”

The fox snorts, filter nonexistent, “Are you jealous that people come home with me?”

Theo tosses his book on the nightstand, getting up from his bed. The fox is ready to drool. All he needs is to get his hands on the coyote. But Theo stays just a step away, “I’m watching you fuck all of these other people and I don’t know what it is I’m feeling,” Theo’s heart skips. “But it’s not jealousy.”

“Liar,” Stiles says confidently. Never once feeling so bold and so fucking nervous at the same time.

The Alpha scoffs, giving him a tongue in cheek smile. When their eyes meet, Theo crosses his arms to his chest, stepping closer, “I’m not lying, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

Stiles’ mouth dries out. Throat clicking when he swallows. Does the Alpha realize how he looks and sounds? He is growing determined to get Theo to crack. He’s putting on a face so that Stiles won’t know he’s getting to him.

As if he can’t smell it.

Unless Theo’s trying to be done.

The fox gets an idea. He nearly purrs at the thought. If Theo wants to drop it, he’ll let him. But if he doesn’t…

“Okay,” Stiles quips, “if that’s what you really want. For the record, it’s not pity, I’d never have stepped foot in the club in the first place had I known you had feelings for me too. But I guess I’ll just leave you be then” He turns to leave, ready to walk away if that’s really what the coyote wants.

No matter how much it might hurt.

Theo’s hand curls around his wrist. “Don’t you dare walk away from me,” the Alpha growls, words charged and breath thick. “I can’t-” Theo takes a controlled breath, sounding small and vulnerable, “I can’t watch you walk away again.”

“Then don’t,” Stiles whispers, unable to properly breathe either. “I’m yours…if you want that,” that fox turns around meeting rubies.

“Not just for the night, sweetheart,” Theo sounds like he’s begging, yanking the fox close. His arm wraps around the small of Stiles’ back, keeping him there.

Stiles gulps, imagining this very situation since he was a kid, “However long you want me.”

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep,” Theo tells him, eyes still glowing red, fingers twitching against his back.

“Try me,” Stiles retorts, kissing Theo’s response away.

The Alpha doesn’t pull back other than to drag Stiles to his bed.

Needless to say, Stiles doesn’t return to Sinema again unless it’s with Theo on his arm. Nor does he sleep in his own room anymore. Theo’s room became theirs.

#teen wolf #steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #stiles x theo #theo x stiles #Match Writes

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