Okay so for the prompt list fluff I want all of them haha but If you want to, maybe do #1?
I had a billion ideas for this and finally settled on this one. I hope you like it! 💖
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♞Pairing: Steo
♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken
♞Warnings: -
♞Words: 3443
♞ Writing Prompt: “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”
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Stiles kicks the front door shut, balancing three boxes of pizza and a bag of snacks with his left hand while fumbling for the light switch with his right. Although he’s been a constant guest at Theo’s he’s still not entirely sure where the light switches are placed around the house. Granted, he’s usually around during the day. This is his first official pack meeting with the chimera pack, and Stiles has not a single clue why he's invited. After all, he isn’t technically a member of the chimera pack. He actually didn’t even want to come because he doesn’t want to intrude, but Hayden dragged Corey along.
And saying no to Corey is impossible.
He’s still not entirely sure why Hayden would want him here so badly that she brings out the big guns, but he’s not going to ask. The chimeras are actually pretty fun to hang out with after he got to know them a little better. Plus, Stiles and Theo are getting the chance to see where their friendship would’ve led to if the Dread Doctors hadn’t intervened.
Josh bolts down the hallway, flicking on the lights. "Finally! We’re—” he stops abruptly, tilting his head to the side with a bemused expression.
Stiles raises his brows, pushing the pizza boxes in his hands. “If you hadn’t called me twenty minutes before I was supposed to be here, we could’ve eaten already.”
Still looking at him weirdly, Josh nods more absentmindedly than not and backs slowly away. It’s not unusual that Josh is acting a little bit weird, that he’s staring too intently or stops talking randomly as if his head had caught up with what he planned to say, only to realise that he probably shouldn’t say it out loud. He’s miles ahead of Stiles when it comes to that.
After another long silent moment, Josh turns around and knocks the door to the living room open with his knee.
“Pizza!” Corey jumps to his feet in excitement.
“Next time,” Stiles says, dangling the bag with sweets from his index finger, “call me a little earlier.”
Theo turns to look at him, lips already parted for a retort that never comes. He blinks, drawing his eyebrows together in confusion. “Isn’t that my shirt?” he asks then, pointing at Stiles as if his question needed any more details.
“Don’t you mean our shirt?” Tracy remarks in a slow drawl, and when Theo shoots her a look, she merely shrugs. “You’ve been living in each other’s clothes for the past couple of weeks.”
“Months,” Hayden mumbles, twirling a curl around her index finger. She looks unimpressed even as Theo narrows his eyes at her.
They’re making this sound more dramatic than it actually is. Theo and he have become closer in the past few months, that’s true. They’ve seen each other every day, have been spending so much time together it almost seems like they were catching up on every single hour that was stolen from them. It has been strange in the beginning. They danced around each other. Careful. Assessing. Trying to figure out where they stand, where they could be, where they want to go. It started slowly. They nodded at each other at school, stopped ignoring each other during classes. Well, Stiles stopped ignoring Theo. Theo never ignored him.
One day Theo sat down next to him in the library. They didn’t talk, just worked on their homework in silence. Then Theo asked him about pack-related stuff, asked him for advice to be a better alpha, to have a better pack. Stiles occasionally came to him to speed up his research. The Dread Doctors have accumulated a lot of information in their lifetime. It makes things much easier than going through hundreds of articles, comparing them, and figuring out the things they have in common because those are usually the things that are correct. Theo became his research assistant. Stiles became something like Theo’s aide. It was a mutually beneficial relationship.
A relationship that turned into a habit. Their working dates turned into more relaxed things. They often ended up playing video games, go skateboarding, or watching movies. They talked about returning to baseball a few times, but they didn’t really make any effort to find a club to join. Eventually, they didn’t meet up to work. They simply hung out. They talked a lot. Stiles got to know the other chimeras better. Corey and Josh adopted him very quickly. Hayden and Tracy weren’t his biggest fans in the beginning because helping Theo become a better alpha meant Stiles was actively messing with the hierarchy of the pack. Alpha or no alpha, Theo was a leader who didn’t care about what his pack was doing. Stiles helping him made him care a bit more which in turn took away a lot of Hayden and Tracy’s chances to terrorise the town. Poor Liam was paralysed four times after breaking up with Hayden before Theo finally put his foot down — after Stiles basically forced him to do this.
So, when Hayden cornered him with Corey in the hallway earlier today, Stiles was very surprised. The last three months have brought a lot of change. It would be nice if they could slow it down for a while. A pack meeting isn't part of the slowing down process.
And besides, it’s not unusual for friends to share clothes. It's not his fault, Theo keeps forgetting his shit at Stiles’ place, and when Stiles is in a hurry, he really doesn’t check whose clothes he’s about to put on. Recently, he’s been in a hurry more often than not. His time-management skills suck a lot.
Clearing his throat, Stiles decides to change the topic completely. “So, what are we hunting?”
“That’s why you’re here,” Josh declares, rubbing his hands together.
Stiles quirks a brow. “You have no idea?”
“Nope.” Hayden pops the ‘p’ for emphasis, swinging her legs off the couch.
“You should’ve told us." Us. Kira, Liam, Mason, and Stiles. The new 'us' is still a bit strange after Lydia and Scott went to college, and Malia stopped talking to them. "We could’ve helped you earlier.” Probably. Maybe. Well, Stiles could’ve started his research earlier, that’s for sure. His dad hasn’t said anything about murders because that’s what usually happens before anybody realises there’s a supernatural threat going on.
Unless his dad didn’t tell him.
Stiles cannot believe his dad hid a supernatural threat from him. How dare he?
Theo turns away, clearing his throat. That asshole probably knows very well that his dad tried to keep him out of the loop. That’s why Stiles only learns about this now. They’ve seen each other almost every day for the past few weeks, and Theo didn’t think to tell him that something supernatural haunts this town yet again? “You—” Stiles cuts off when a thought occurred to him. Is that creature the reason Theo insisting on coming over so much? Did he protect him? Did he really think Stiles is a feeble little boy in desperate need of a saviour? “I can’t believe it.” Stiles huffs out a breath and folds his arms over his chest, glaring at Theo whose shoulders shake with the effort of not laughing.
Hayden parts her lips as realisation dawns on her. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she heads off to the kitchen. “You can duke this out after we killed the thing.”
Stiles shoots Theo a look, who merely shrugs, still grinning. They’re silent, for a moment, the chimeras bustling around completely forgotten. It’s easy to forget how intense Theo’s bright blue eyes can be, or how easy it is to get lost in them. They worked on rebuilding their friendship in the past weeks, but Stiles got a bit more than he’s bargained for. He isn’t proud of it… not that he had much of a choice in the matter. His heart makes that decision for him, and his heart is a fucking traitor. It moves on so quickly, but, fucking hell, once it attaches to someone, it sticks.
Not great.
And wearing Theo’s shirts probably doesn’t help. Stiles is glad that Theo doesn’t exactly mind. He likes to wear his shirts and hoodies. Werewolf or no werewolf, they smell like him and his stupid aftershave.
“You gonna keep standing there, Pizza Boy?” Tracy pokes her head out of the kitchen door, ponytail bouncing almost furiously with the movement. “I thought you love saving people.” She vanishes almost immediately, closing the door behind her.
Stiles quirks a brow.
Theo huffs out a breath, but he tilts his head in a peculiar way, almost as if he’s trying to listen in to what’s going on in the kitchen. Nothing good, if the eruption of giggles is anything to go by. “Come on,” Theo says, getting to his feet, “we need your brain.” Smiling still, he places a hand on Stiles’ waist and turns him. The touch is soft and warm. He pushes Stiles forward eventually, gently leading him towards the kitchen.
Okay, this is unusual.
Highly unusual, actually.
He glances at Theo as he opens the door. When he looks forward again, he finds a single file on the counter, sitting there so innocently. Stiles knows better than to expect a boring case. If Theo learnt anything from Stiles’ research, he knows to have everything relating to the case in one place. Stiles prefers his crime board, but a file will do for now.
Slipping past Corey, Stiles flips the file open. The first thing he sees is a lot of blood. Stiles purses his lips; not because of the blood but because his dad did in fact hide this mess from him. Why? He was stuck in a Wild Hunt, has to repeat Senior year because of those fuckers, and now his dad decides that maybe he should be kept out of the supernatural messes? It’s not like he has to try particularly hard in school. Half the time, he’s bored to death. Doing some supernatural work is the best thing that can happen to him.
Stiles flicks through the pages, taking in the pictures, scanning the reports. It’s easy work for him. Remembering pictures, remembering everything that’s written down in the reports. Blood. Death in their own home with every window locked. Violence. Extreme violence. Women. Teenage girls.
Stiles draws his eyebrows together. Slot mouths.
Slit mouths.
He drops the file on the counter again, spilling the contents.
“Oh, ew.” Tracy pushes herself away from the counter with a grimace.
Theo steps closer, pulling the empty file away to give Stiles more room to spread everything out. And he does. Pictures. Reports. Everything. All the information he has. One killer. Two ways of killing. But it’s not an evolution. The first murder was in the middle of an empty alleyway near the main street downtown. You’d cutting someone’s face open is an evolution from attacking someone in their home. Yet it’s not. There’s no apparent structure to when the killer chooses to go after their victim at home and when they choose to kill them in public. They seem to be two entirely different murderers, but his dad’s instinct seems to have been that it’s one and the same creatures.
Stiles bites the inside of his cheek and grabs one of the pictures of the victims. The mouth was cut open from one ear to the other. Why does it look so familiar? He’s never seen a murder like this before. Julia’s ritual killings consisted of strangulation, a blow to the head, and a sliced throat. No. This isn’t a ritual killing. This isn’t like any killing Stiles has ever seen.
And yet…
“Do you like what you see?” Tracy asks, sounding almost incredulous.
“Shut up.” Theo turns, bumping into Stiles as he does so.
Tracy makes a sound. “He looks like he wants to paint it.”
“Or recreate it,” Josh adds quietly from the other side of the room.
Stiles snaps his head up. Recreate it. That’s it. That’s why the cut mouth looks so familiar. He didn’t see it in person, but he’s seen it just two weeks ago when he was bored and browsing the wonders of the world wide web with Kira for a hours on end. They stumbled over Urban Legends and went down a rabbit hole. “Kuchisake-onna.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Hayden folds her arms over her chest.
Corey clears his throat. “The Slit-Mouthed Woman.”
“That didn’t really answer my question.”
“It’s a Japanese Urban Legend.” Stiles drops the picture of the murdered woman, nodding to himself. It makes sense. It makes so much sense. “An unfaithful woman was killed by her husband. He cut open her face—” Pushing the pictures and reports aside, Stiles hops on the counter “—from one ear to the other. She didn’t make it. So, she came back to torture people on the street. She covered her mouth with a mask and asked people if she’s beautiful. They say no they die. They say yes, she takes off her mask and asks you again. You say no. You die. You say yes, she cuts your mouth open from ear to ear.”
Theo runs a hand over his face. “Charming.”
“Well… what is she?” Josh squints at him.
Corey cracks his knuckles then pushes his hands in the pockets of his hoodie all of the sudden. “She’s an angry spirit.”
“An angry Japanese spirit!” Tracy throws her hands in the air.
Stiles shakes his head, banging his heels against the counter. “Not necessarily. She could be anyone who died a violent death. Maybe she’s the first person who died. There’s probably a longer pause between the first and the second kill.” There is. He checked. There are 39 days between the first kill and the second. That’s why nobody paid it any mind. They most likely thought that it’s the first kill. It’s not unusual for a serial killer to start somewhere and then not kill somebody for a while.
“Okay,” Tracy drawls, crossing her arms over her chest, “and how does one get rid of a spirit?”
“You salt and burn the body,” Corey pipes up. The kid knows more than he lets on. Amazing. Finally, someone who does his reading. It’s quite a relief not to be the only one knowing about basic things.
Stiles nods. “Yup.”
“Oh god.” Hayden places a hand over her mouth.
Josh groans.
Theo merely moves his hand around. “Let’s go.”
Now, that’s the type of enthusiasm Stiles can get behind. Excavating a grave is necessarily his first choice when it comes to evening activities. If it saves people, however, he’s down to do whatever. The good thing is, with the chimera pack, that’s an option. Because they are ready to get their hands dirty if the need arises. “Great.” Stiles slips off the counter, but before he even has the chance to take a single step, Theo keeps him in place with a hand on his chest.
“Not you,” he says, looking up at him with a grim expression. “You’re gonna stay here.”
"I—" Stiles opens and closes his mouth for a few seconds, staring at Theo. "What? No. Wait!"
Theo's hand remains on his chest, rendering moving completely pointless. "Your dad is gonna shoot me if he finds out I've dragged you into this. And while that might not kill me—" he makes a sweeping gesture up and down his body "— it stings."
Stiles parts his lips for a protest, but Theo merely raises a finger.
"Plus, I really like that shirt." He taps a finger against Stiles' chest. Right. He's wearing Theo’s shirt. He still wonders how exactly he ends up doing it over and over again. It’s not the first time Theo has forgotten clothes at his place, and it’s not the first time Stiles wore them. When he finds Theo’s shirts or jackets in his room, he can’t help but put them on. It’s almost an instinct at this point. They don’t always fit perfectly — most of the time they’re a bit too big for him — but he’s awfully comfortable in them. Probably because he lacks in muscles to fill them out.
Sighing, Hayden puts her hair in a high bun. “Can we maybe get this over with?”
“I’m—”
“Staying here,” Theo interrupts with a pat on his chest, “make yourself home, eat some pizza, watch a movie.”
“Wha—”
“That’s not up to debate,” Theo says in a low voice. “Stay here, please.”
Stiles purses his lips. He doesn’t like to be left out, and he especially doesn’t like to be put on the bench when people he cares about head into danger. But he doesn’t want Theo getting into trouble either. Even less with his dad. “Okay.” Stiles raises his hands in surrender and slumps against the counter. “Fine. I’ll stay.” He bites his bottom lip, studying Theo for a moment. “But be careful.”
“Sure.” Theo pats his chest again then leans up and kisses him. Short. Sweet. Almost reassuring. “We’ll be back soon.” He turns around, heading for the door.
Tracy makes an odd sound, something between a laugh and a groan. Throwing her hands in the air, she exchanges a look with Hayden, who merely shakes her head. What is their problem? He would join them if Theo and his dad weren’t bound to make a fuss about it.
Scowling, Stiles hops onto the counter and grabs a random pizza box, flipping it open with a huff. This thing is swimming in cheese which is saying a lot considering that he loves cheese on everything. But this? That’s a bit much even for his taste. Theo would probably taste this on his—
“Wait.”
Stiles snaps his head up, staring at Theo who reappeared at the kitchen door. Eyes wide and lips parted, he looks almost stressed when he stares right back at him. “What?” Stiles draws his eyebrows together. “Did you forget something?” He puts the box down, hopping off the counter. “Do you want me to co—”
“Did I just kiss you?” Theo sounds short of breath, and he's still staring at him as if he saw a ghost.
"Kiss…" Stiles trails off. Oh. He feels ice cold all of a sudden as if someone threw him in a frozen lake. Fuck. How could he not notice that Theo kissed him? How— how is that possible? He should’ve said something. He should’ve— “Oh my god.” He presses his hands to his face. This is something he should’ve noticed. Not saying anything makes him look like he wanted it, and the last thing Stiles wants is that Theo thinks he— Wait. Stiles lowers his hands again, squinting at Theo who still stands frozen in the doorway. “You kissed me.”
Theo runs his fingers through his hair and clears his throat. “Well, uh…”
“Did you… uh... “ Stiles scratches the nape of his neck and swallows. “Did you want to? Kiss me… I mean?”
Something changes in Theo after the question. He laughs, breathlessly almost, and steps closer. “You have no idea about the things I’ve wanted to do to you ever since I returned to Beacon Hills.”
Stiles flushes and clears his throat nervously. “Oh.”
“Oh?” Theo asks, now smirking his stupid trademarked smirk that never fails to make Stiles weak in the knees. Stupid fucking smirk. Holy shit. Theo reaches out to him, places a hand on Stiles’ hip. “I can tell you… or show you.”
“Theo!” Hayden yells from somewhere that’s not the kitchen but still way too close. “There’s an angry spirit killing people.” Her voice is loud enough that the neighbours would’ve heard them if they had any. “If you want those brownie points from the sheriff, you should seduce his son after we got rid of it!”
“Fucking ghost,” Theo mutters. He closes his eyes, takes a breath, and looks up at Stiles. “Stay here, don’t do anything stupid for once in your life, and I will make it worth your while.” There’s absolutely no questioning Theo’s intentions.
Stiles’ heart dances near his throat, and he swallows heavily again, licking his lips. He blinks, grinning a little. He nods once, not trusting his own words.
“Perfect.” Theo kisses him again, firmer this time. His fingers tighten on Stiles’ hips. “And keep wearing my shirt. It’s hot.” He pulls away, walking backwards, still smirking.
Stiles nods again, grinning when Hayden yells Theo’s name again, now adding a couple of creative curses. Wow. That’s not how he expected this evening to turn out, but he sure as hell isn’t about to complain.
@mercheswan requested: Steo + Rose Flora (also for day 6 of @steoweek2020, experimentation! because I’m still experimenting with how I make these palette sets!)
These Games We Play (1261 words) by tabbytabbytabby
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Theo Raeken, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Office, Fluff, Pining, Teasing, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, First Kiss
Summary:
Theo can feel Stiles' eyes on him. He knows he's looking. He's always looking. The only problem is Theo can never catch him, but oh he's determined to.
For Day 2 of @fandomaufest. Also for @mercheswan for the Office AU space for @twbingo. Card under the cut.
Hi!! From the prompt list, If you want to (obviously), Could you do Steo, number 2 or 52? ☺️
Steo (teen wolf) + 2. “They may not understand you, but I do.” + 52. “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight?”
Canon Universe, with canon divergence, set somewhere in 5x11, after the sheriff is hurt, before they figure out who hurt him.
~1,540 words
A/N: Hi darling!!!! oh you were so nice asking i decided to do both :D thank you so much for this, i love steo to death, i cant get enough of writing them. i also love angst cannot help myself, hope you don’t mind, and i hope you like it!!! sorry about mistakes it is very much not proof read sorry. and thank you!! xx
ps- if ever anyone wants to ask specifically for happy/fluffy things or sad/angsty feel free to include that in the ask with the prompt i don’t mind at all!
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Stiles can feel his heart beating in his throat. He’s moving, but his brain isn’t making any conscious decision to put one foot in front of the other. His phone is clutched on his hand and he’s repeating the directions he read to keep his brain busy.
There’s so much gibberish, there’s always so much noise it’s almost fucking impossible to not feel like he’s drowning in his own thoughts, so he keeps repeating the directions and his feet follow.
In the end he doesn’t know how he got through the maze of tunnels and exactly to the right place, but he stops at a badly lit rusty looking room and he knows he’s in the right spot.
“I’m surprised you reached out,” comes Theo’s voice, and he appears just on the other side of whatever this place is supposed to be. Stiles’ eyes are on him immediately. He doesn’t answer, works so very hard on trying to control his breathing and calm his heart.
Theo’s words from last night (was it really only just last night?) echo inside his skull and he knows Theo can hear the jump his heart gives.
“Does this mean you’re joining my pack?” he finishes, with a smirk - he doesn’t really think that’s the reason Stiles is here, he can see it on Theo’s face. He’s just toying around with him. And he knows Scott is fine.
Stiles tries to not let the anger take over.
“You didn’t hurt my dad,” he says instead. It gets Theo’s attention, his eyes focusing on Stiles intently.
“I told you that before, didn’t I?” Theo answers, narrows his eyes ever so slightly and starts pacing slowing circling closer to Stiles. Stiles can feel what’s left of his sanity slipping away from him.
“But you know who did,” he states. It’s not a question - Theo has to know. And Stiles needs to know as well. His hands are shaking.
Theo inclines his head just a touch, stops to look at Stiles properly, “I don’t.” He says. It makes something snap inside of Stiles, it makes all that anger curse through his veins, comes out in the form of a scream and a violent kick to the door just next to him - strong enough to crook it's already not very sturdy form.
“Stop fucking lying to me!” Stiles yells at him, hands closed into fists, his whole body shaking. He feels like he’s going to rip out of his own skin, eyes watering keeping him from seeing the way Theo strides towards him.
“I never lied to you,” Theo tells him, calm and collected - a perfect contrast to the absolute raging fire that Stiles feels like.
Without thinking, Stiles’ hands come up to grab Theo by the collar in a movement very familiar, except this time around, neither of them moves. Theo’s chin comes up and the stay calm and still as Stiles yanks at him.
“Who hurt my dad, Theo?” Stiles repeats and his voice gets away from him, slipping through his fingers just as the grips Theo’s shirt tighter. The control Stiles is fighting so hard to keep feels too slippery and he doesn’t have directions to repeat in his head anymore so his brain gets flooded with every single intrusive horrible thought that he’s been keeping away in order to function because.
What if Theo is telling the truth? What if he doesn’t know and he’s back to zero and his dad is running out of time and he has no way of helping him and-
Every breath he takes is painful, the white noise in this ears grows louder and louder with his horrible thoughts and his vision is getting blurred with tears that he can’t fight. He’s shaking all over and he’s not sure if he keeps gripping Theo’s shirt to hold him in place, or keep himself from losing balance.
Theo’s hands come up to grip both his arms, “Stiles,” he calls, controlled, “look at me,” he asks. Stiles can barely register what he’s saying but somehow he manages to, tears falling down, lips parted as he tries to just fucking breathe!
“Easy,” Theo instructs in a quiet voice, keeping eye contact with him, tightening his grip on Stiles’ arms, gets him to stop shaking so much. “You need to focus.”
Focus. Yeah, Stiles knows that. He needs to reel himself back in, he needs to keep breathing or he won’t be any fucking help.
It takes him a couple minutes, in which Theo does nothing but observe him. When Stiles reaches back towards the wall, Theo walks him back and doesn’t let go of his arms. Stiles would be lying if he said the weight of them aren’t helping him anchor himself.
Theo keeps watching his face, squints a little like he’s seeing something else, beyond the drying tears and beyond the panic and fear and anger.
After a while, he speaks, “if I knew who it was that hurt your dad - which I don’t… what then? What will you do, after you save him?”
Somehow, Stiles knows exactly what Theo is asking. And he also knows that Theo knows the answer to it. He wipes away at the rest of his tears and a blank expression takes over his features and an automatic answer ready.
“We’ll lock them away and keep them from hurting anyone else-,” Stiles deadpans and Theo scoffs, rolls his eyes as he lets go of Stiles, takes a step back finally giving him his space. Stiles lets himself slide down the wall to sit on the floor.
“Cut the crap, Stiles, it’s just the two of us here,” Theo says, his voice rising just a little bit as he focuses back on Stiles. “What’s this ‘we’ bullshit? That’s Scott’s solution to everything, because he’s just too afraid of compromising his own conscience in order to do what needs to be done. But you’re different.”
Stiles stays quiet, locks eyes with Theo and feels his heart fasten again, “You know that there’s no other way, sometimes. Just like with Josh. Just like with Donovan.”
The worst thing is, he’s right, Stiles thinks. He brings his hands over to cover his face, rubs at his eyes and feels for a moment the exhaustion he isn’t allowed to, not just now.
When did he stop agreeing with the good guys and thinking like the bad ones?
Theo crouches down to Stiles’ eye level, takes his wrist and pulls his hand away to look at him.“ Your friends,” Stiles wants to laugh at the way he spits the word, although there’s no humour in it, ”they may not understand you, but I do.” Theo’s voice goes quieter.
“I think you’re smarter than every single one of them. And that makes you more complex, and that makes you not think in black and white.” When Stiles makes to look away, with a scowl at Theo’s words, Theo pulls at his wrist to get his attention back. “I know you know I’m right. I know you know what you really need to do to stop all of this fucking mess, and I know you know Scott isn’t going to help you fix anything, just as you already knew I didn’t know who hurt your dad, but you came to me anyway.”
Stiles breathing picks up as he stares back into Theo’s cold, intense eyes, “So why don’t you cut the crap? Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight? Why you came to me?”
“Because I’m going to fucking kill them!” Stiles blurts out, presses forward until he’s up on Theo’s face. “Because I need help, and because the only thing Scott will do is hold me back. But you won’t.”
Theo can’t help the grin that spreads over his face, his breath hitting Stiles’ chin softly as he nods, “That’s right,” Theo’s voice suddenly drops quieter, eyes roam all over Stiles’ face and the change in the atmosphere around them is palpable, makes Stiles’ heart jump and something uncomfortable brew at the pit of his stomach. His breathing hitches as Theo’s free hand comes up to the side of his face, fingers ghosting his skin, “That’s right, Stiles.”
Theo gets closer, and Stiles understands him, suddenly. With a bit of a shock, but then again, not really. “I will never hold you back,” Theo whispers.
Stiles parts his lips. He’s the one that moves, but his brain doesn’t quite register, feeling too high and too raw from the rollercoaster of emotions he’s just been through.
The noise that Theo makes when Stiles kisses him goes straight to the pit of his stomach and ignites that uncomfortable feeling, makes it a hot electric fire that blinds his mind and makes his body move without his permission. He opens his mouth and Theo’s tongue is already waiting for him. Their lips move like they’ve done this before and it’s fucking crazy.
Stiles stops, draws back breathless and looks at Theo. His eyes are wild and he dives back again, kisses him once, twice with Stiles’ hand on his neck holding him close.
He makes to move, but before, with his lips pressed against Stiles whispers “let’s go hunt, shall we?”
6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome?
Hate to be basic, but Stiles! (They love Boyd but he’s still grieving Erica and they respect that 😭)
21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?
Derek’s loft. Even though he 100% approves of their relationship and is happy they’re together bc he cares about them both, he likes to give them a hard time about it (lots of comments and eyebrow raises). Isaac gets really nervous bc he really craves Derek’s approval and the nervous energy radiating off of Isaac makes Cora anxious, too.
Madness - Ruelle
Emergency - Paramore
Renegade - Niykee Heaton
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? - Bishop Briggs
Haunting - Halsey
Easier - Mansionair
send me your name and i’ll make a playlist from the letters
