#theo raeken i want to study you

[morganasmissus]

so i am an avid lover of the fic theme where theo can’t/won’t sleep around other people, but then falls asleep next to liam

but i was thinking about it and i kinda want to write a fic where the first person theo ends up falling asleep around is jenna

[raekensluver]

forbidden cravings

description: when taking a late night walk in the summer heat turns into an unforgettable night with your enemy theo raeken...you're not sure how to continue.

pairing: enemy!theo raeken x stilinski!werewolf!fem!reader

contains: 18+, Minors DNI, hate sex, mentions of theo's betrayal, unprotected sex, p in v, squirting, car sex

song rec: renegade by aaryan shah- "oh, should've listened to them. oh, don't you know what i am?"

w.c: 4.5k

an: i of course had to write a fic with my og man. my original theodore. everything started with him. also this has been sitting in my drafts for foreverrrr and i need it gone.

the moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets of beacon hills. a warm breeze whispered through the full branches of the trees, the heat sending an uncomfortable wave through your body. in the quiet, the distant hum of a car engine grew louder, interrupting the rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath your boots.

the headlights of theo raeken's blue pickup truck pierced the darkness as it approached, the engine purring like a wild beast stalking its prey. theo, a werewolf-coyote chimera, had a history of betrayal and violence that had earned him a place on your enemy list. but tonight, the universe played a cruel trick, making you reconsider your preconceptions.

you watched him roll down the window, the coolness of the car's interior briefly escaping into the warm night air. "it's going to be hot tonight," he called out, his voice a stark contrast to the harshness of his reputation. "want a ride home?" you hesitated, stiles' warnings echoed in your mind, but something in theo's eyes—a glimmer of sincerity, perhaps—held you there.

"i don't trust you," you spat, your voice sharp . theo's smile was a sly curve in the shadows. "trust has to be earned," he replied, "but i'm just offering a refreshing, cool ride, not a knife in the back." you searched his gaze, looking for the usual deceit, but all you found was a hint of desperation. maybe he wasn't all bad. maybe.

"stiles would kill me," you said, your voice softer now, but the warning was clear. theo's eyes narrowed, and for a second, you saw a flash of anger. "stiles doesn't have to know," he said, his voice low and persuasive. "just this once, let's not let him dictate your choices." something in his words resonated with you, the desire for a moment of rebellion against the cautious world you've built around yourself.

you clenched your fists, weighing the risks and the crisp coolness of the truck against the scorching embrace of the night. "fine," you finally relented, sliding into the passenger seat. the door shut with a thud that echoed through the quiet. the shill from the vents washed over you, a stark contrast to the warming grip of the night outside. theo's smirk was victory in motion as he put the truck into gear and pulled away from the curb.

the silence between you was thick, filled with unspoken tension and the roar of the engine. the town lights grew distant, swallowed by the darkness of the surrounding woods. you studied theo's profile, the sharp line of his jaw and the way his eyes flickered to the rearview mirror. every muscle in your body was taut, ready to spring into action if needed.

his hand rested on the gearstick, tapping a rhythm that matched the pulse hammering in your ears. "so, how's scott?" he asked, his tone casual, but the mention of scott sent a spike of anger through you. "why do you care?" you shot back, the memory of his betrayal still fresh.

theo's eyes stayed on the road, his grip tightening slightly. "because i know i hurt him," he said, his voice heavy with a mix of regret and defiance. "i want to make amends, but i know i've got a long way to go." his honesty was disarming, and you felt your anger waver. "you've got more than a long way," you murmured, staring out the window at the passing trees.

the truck rumbled on, the tension in the vehicle was palpable. without looking at you, theo spoke again. "i've changed, you know." his words hung in the air like a challenge, a question wrapped in a declaration. you bit your lip, torn between the urge to believe him and the fear that he was playing another game.

finally, you turned to face him. "prove it," you said, your eyes searching his. theo's gaze met yours, and for a moment, you saw something raw and vulnerable in the depths of his pupils. without another word, he pulled the truck over into a clearing, the headlights cutting through the night to reveal a breathtaking view of beacon hills sprawled out beneath the moon.

he killed the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the thud of your heart. the cool leather of the seat sent a shiver down your spine as the coolness of the cabin faded. "how do you want me to prove it?" he asked, his voice low and rough. the question hung in the air, laden with a tension that was no longer just hostility.

you leaned back in your seat, arms crossed over your chest. "i don't know," you said, the words coming out more as a challenge than a genuine inquiry. theo turned to you, his eyes searching your face in the moonlight. "i want to help," he said, his voice earnest. "i want to be on the right side this time."

his hand reached out, hovering near your arm but not quite touching. you felt the electricity of his proximity, a reminder of the power he wielded. the air grew thick with a scent that was both enticing and dangerous—his wolf. your own wolf stirred, curious despite your wariness. "fine," you said, your voice tight with tension. "prove it."

you watched as he took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling in the dim light. then, without warning, he leaned in, his mouth brushing against yours. it was a gentle touch, a question rather than a demand. your instincts roared, a mix of desire and anger, but instead of pushing him away, you found yourself leaning into the kiss. it grew deeper, more urgent, until your hands were tangled in his hair and you could taste the desperation in his kiss.

theo's hand slid down to your waist, pulling you closer, and you realized that the heat between you had nothing to do with the air pouring from the truck. your body responded in ways it never should have with an enemy, your heart racing as his teeth grazed your bottom lip. you bit back a gasp, your nails digging into his skin as the need for more grew unbearable.

without breaking the kiss, theo reached for the seatbelt, his movements deft and sure. the cool metal clicked open, and you were on him, straddling his lap, your thighs pressing against his, your hands roaming his body. his own were equally as hungry, sliding up your back, tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. the scent of your combined arousal filled the truck, the air thick with it.

but as your passion grew, so did the anger, a burning ember at the base of your spine. you pulled back, breathing heavily, your eyes flashing with the light of the moon. "you tried to kill him," you whispered, your voice a mix of pain and fury. "scott trusted you, and you stabbed him in the back."

theo's eyes searched yours, a hint of regret flickering in their depths. "i know," he murmured, his hands still on your hips. "i know what i did was unforgivable. but i'm not that person anymore."

you didn't answer, the anger still simmering beneath the surface. "scott trusted you," you said, your voice laced with venom. "he believed in you, and you betrayed him." your nails dug into his shoulders, drawing a hiss from his lips. "you didn't just hurt him," you continued, "you hurt all of us. stiles, malia, kira, everyone."

theo's eyes narrowed, his grip on your hips tightening. "you're not exactly innocent, either," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper. "you've killed, you've lied, you've done things you're not proud of." he leaned in, his breath hot against your neck. "we're not so different, you and i."

you flinched at his words, the truth of them stinging like the cold air outside. but you weren't about to let him off the hook. "i've never betrayed my pack," you snarled, your wolf's eyes flashing in the darkness. "i've never pretended to be someone's friend just to stab them in the back."

his eyes searched yours, the steel blues of his irises shimmering with a hint of something that might have been understanding. "maybe not," he said, his voice low. "but you've killed." his words were a challenge, a reminder of the beast that lurked within you both.

you felt your fangs elongate, the rage bubbling up inside you. "that's different," you snarled. "i've never done it out of spite." theo's eyes narrowed, his grip on your hips loosening slightly. "semantics," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "we're all just trying to survive in this messed up world."

you stared at him, the weight of his words settling in your chest. "maybe," you conceded, the anger in your voice fading. "but that doesn't mean we can't be better." you leaned in, your teeth grazing his neck, feeling the pulse of his veins beneath the skin. "prove it," you whispered again, your breath hot against his ear. theo's eyes flashed with something primal, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your skirt higher.

"i'll prove it," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "just tell me what you want." the challenge in his tone sent a thrill through you. "i want you to show me," you breathed, your voice low and needy.

his hands slid further up, his thumbs brushing against the lacy fabric of your panties. you gasped as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, the cold air making you shiver. theo didn't miss a beat, his mouth moving to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. you felt his fangs graze your neck, a promise of what was to come.

his hand slipped between your legs, his fingers exploring the warm, wet heat of your cunt. you bit your lip to keep from crying out, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through your body. he groaned, the sound sending vibrations through your chest. "you want this," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "you want me."

you didn't deny it. the truth was, you did. you wanted him in a way that went beyond logic, beyond the hate and anger that had fueled you for so long. you moaned softly, the sound a confession that felt like a betrayal to your pack. your eyes narrowed as they met his, a silent challenge. theo's hand moved faster, his thumb circling your clit, and you bucked against him, desperate for more.

his other hand slid up your torso, his fingers tracing the line of your bra before deftly unclipping it. your breasts spilled out, the cool, conditioned air making your nipples tighten into peaks. he took one in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and you moaned, your nails digging into his back. the pain was a sweet release, mixing with the pleasure until you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

his cock was hard against your thigh, and you could feel the throb of his desire matching the pulse of your own. your hands slid down his chest, his abs tightening under his shirt beneath your touch. your hand slid further, stroking him through his jeans. theo groaned, his hips bucking up to meet your hand.

you broke the kiss, panting. "we can't do this here," you murmured, your voice thick with lust. "someone could see." theo's eyes searched yours, the hunger in them unmistakable. "the backseat," he said, his voice a rough growl. "it's more private."

you nodded, the desire to feel him inside you overwhelming. you climbed off his lap and into the backseat, the cold leather sending a shiver down your spine. theo followed, his movements fluid and predatory. the dome light cast a soft glow over the cramped space, highlighting the stark lines of his face and the bulge in his jeans.

once there, he didn't waste any time. he yanked his shirt over his head, revealing the tapestry of scars that mapped his chest and abs. you took in the sight, a mix of anger and desire churning in your stomach. his eyes never left yours as he unbuckled his belt, the sound of the zipper echoing through the truck.

his hand found yours, guiding it to his cock. you felt the heat of him, the steel-like hardness that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. you stroked him through his boxers, feeling him throb in your grip. his eyes fell closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "you're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.

you leaned in, your mouth capturing his, your tongues dancing in a fierce battle of passion and anger. as you kissed, your hand worked faster, the friction driving him wild. his hips bucked up, his cock straining against the fabric. you could feel the tension in his body, the tight coil of desire that matched your own.

theo's hand slid down, his fingers finding your wetness again. you gasped into his mouth as he slid a finger inside you, his thumb circling your clit with a practiced touch. your hips moved in sync with his hand, the pleasure building, the anger fading into the background. he broke the kiss, his breath hot against your cheek. "tell me again that you want this," he whispered, his voice a desperate plea.

you bit back a retort, your breath coming in short, sharp pants. "i don't have to tell you anything," you said, your voice filled with snark. "you can feel it." theo's eyes searched yours, the hunger in them unmistakable. "but i want to hear it," he said, his voice a dark caress. "i want to know that you're not just letting me fuck you because you're mad at me."

you didn't respond, the anger and lust inside you fighting for dominance. but as his hand moved faster, his finger sliding in and out of you, you couldn't hold back. "yes," you moaned, the word torn from your throat. "yes, i want this." it was a declaration, a surrender, and a challenge all rolled into one.

theo's eyes flashed with triumph, his hand moving faster. you could feel yourself climbing, the pressure building. your nails dug into his back, leaving trails of red. "good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "now, let's make this interesting."

he pulled away, his hand leaving you feeling empty and desperate. you watched as he shucked his boxers, his cock springing free. it was thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum. "now, spread your legs," he said, his smile predatory.

you couldn't help the snarl that curled your lips. "you think you can just fuck your way into my good graces?" you spat, your anger a living thing that thrummed through your veins. theo's eyes glinted with amusement. "i'm not looking for your good graces," he said, his voice low and seductive. "just your body."

his words were like a slap in the face, and you felt the anger bubble up again. "fine," you said, your voice filled with spite. "you want to fuck me like a whore in the back of your truck? go ahead." you leaned back, watching him with a challenge in your eyes. "but it won't change anything between us."

theo's expression darkened, the playfulness draining from his features. "you think you're so high and mighty," he murmured, his voice a dangerous growl. "but you're just as much a monster as I am." he leaned over you, his cock brushing against your thigh. "i'm not looking for forgiveness," he said, his voice a low snarl. "i'm looking for a way to show you that i'm not the same person who hurt scott."

you met his gaze, your eyes flashing with defiance. "then prove it," you whispered, your voice a challenge. "make me believe you're not the same asshole who tried to kill my friends." theo's eyes narrowed, his hand sliding up to your neck. "i will," he said, his voice a promise.

you leaned up, your teeth bared, and sank them into his shoulder. the taste of his skin was intoxicating, the coppery tang of his blood mixing with the scent of his arousal. he groaned, his grip on your neck tightening, his fingers digging into your flesh. "you're just as much of a monster as i am," he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. "you can't deny it."

you pulled back, licking the blood from your teeth. "i'm not a monster," you hissed, the denial a lie that even you didn't believe. your wolf was close to the surface, eager to claim what was yours. "but if you want to play this game," you continued, your voice a seductive purr, "i'll play."

theo's eyes flashed with excitement, you felt the head of his cock nudge against your entrance, and you couldn't help the whimper that escaped your throat.

his hand slammed into the seat beside you, the leather squeaking in protest. "you're going to scream my name," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "you're going to come so hard you'll forget you ever hated me." your anger flared, but it was quickly swallowed by the need that pulsed through you. "you wish," you murmured, your voice a challenge.

his cock slid into you, the sensation of fullness making you gasp. theo's eyes never left yours, watching for any sign of weakness. you clenched around him, your body fighting for control even as your orgasm built. "fuck you," you breathed, your voice tight with need. "you're not going to win this."

his thrusts grew harder, more demanding. "we'll see about that," he murmured, his teeth grazing your jaw. "you're already losing it." you bit back a moan, your nails digging into his back. "you think this means something?" you ground out, your hips moving to meet his. "i'm just using you."

theo's smile was pure arrogance. "keep telling yourself that," he said, his voice thick with pleasure. "but your body's telling a different story." his fingers found your clit, rubbing it with a merciless precision that had you gasping for breath. "you're going to come for me," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours. "you're going to scream my name."

you clenched your jaw, your eyes squeezed shut. the pressure inside you was unbearable, a maelstrom of pleasure and anger. "never," you gritted out, your voice strained. but your body had other plans. with each thrust, with each caress of his thumb, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. your nails dug into his back, drawing blood, but he didn't flinch. "you're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "you're going to come for me."

you could feel it, the wave building, the inevitable climax that washed over you despite your resistance. "fuck," you moaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and despair. your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body spasming around his cock. you screamed his name, the sound echoing through the clearing. your claws raked down his back, leaving a trail of crimson in their wake. theo's eyes went wild, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "yes," he hissed, his voice a mix of triumph and desire. "you're mine."

his cock twitched inside you, and you could feel his own orgasm approaching. "no," you panted, your voice a mix of anger and pleasure. "i'm no one's." but your words were lost in the moment, the truth of them buried beneath the passion that consumed you both. his teeth sank into your shoulder, the pain a sweet release that only served to intensify your pleasure.

theo's hand tightened around your neck once more as his hips slammed into yours, and you felt yourself go over the edge. your pussy spasmed around him, your juices flooding his cock as you squirted with the force of your climax. "theo," you screamed, the sound a mix of ecstasy and anger. your claws raked down his back, leaving deep furrows in his skin. he growled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours.

his thrusts grew erratic, his own orgasm close. you could feel the tension in his body, the desperation in his eyes as he chased his release. "that's it," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "let go for me." you clenched around him, your nails digging deeper, drawing more blood. the previous wounds you had inflicted on him were gone, healed by his supernatural powers. the pain was a sweet release, a reminder of the control you had in this moment.

his abs were slick with your juices, the muscles tensing and releasing with each powerful stroke. his cock was buried deep inside you, the heat of his seed mixing with the cold anger that still thrummed through your veins. "you're going to come for me," he growled, his teeth grazing your neck. "say it."

you bit your lip, your body already on the edge of your third climax. "no," you whispered, the word a desperate lie. theo's eyes narrowed, his hand sliding up to cup your breast. his thumb flicked over your nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. "you can't lie to me," he murmured, his voice a dark challenge. "not when you're like this."

his teeth sank into your neck again, the pain mixing with the pleasure that was already threatening to overwhelm you. "no," you whimpered, your body arching into his touch. "i can't." but even as the words left your mouth, you felt the beginnings of the orgasm coil in your belly. "yes, you can," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr.

his thumb found your clit again, his touch relentless. you could feel the tension building, the pressure that had only just subsided starting to swell once more. his smile was feral, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. ""just let go." he said, his voice a dark whisper. his thumb circled your clit, his cock still buried deep inside you. your body was already responding, the muscles in your stomach tightening with the promise of another release. "i can't," you gasped, your voice weak with the effort of resisting. "i can't."

but your body had other plans. as his thumb worked its magic, you felt the tension coil within you once more. your hips moved of their own accord, riding the wave of pleasure that was building. "you're so close," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "just let it happen." you bit your lip, trying to hold back the inevitable, but it was no use. the sensation was too intense, too overwhelming.

you came again, your body shuddering with the force of it. theo's eyes never left yours, his smile one of victory. "you see?" he whispered, his voice a caress. "you want this as much as i do." your anger flared, but it was dulled by the aftermath of your climax. "it doesn't mean anything," you murmured, your voice weak. "it's just sex."

his eyes searched yours, the smugness fading. "is that all you think it is?" he asked, his voice low and serious. "just sex?" you didn't answer, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions inside you. "that's all it is," you said finally, your voice firm. "we're enemies."

his grip on your neck loosened, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "are we?" he murmured, his eyes searching yours. "after this?" you pushed him away, your chest heaving with the effort of maintaining your composure. "yes," you said, your voice a growl. "we are."

theo pulled out of you, his cock slick with your juices. the sight made you feel a mix of revulsion and desire that had you clenching your fists. "fine," he said, his voice tight with disappointment. "but remember this moment." he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "remember how good it felt to be with me."

you jerked away, your eyes flashing with anger. "i'll remember it," you spat, "as the night i fucked the enemy." theo's smile was cold, his eyes hard. "you can call it what you want," he said, "but i'll be thinking of it as the night i claimed you." he slammed the door behind him as he climbed out of the truck, leaving you to gather your scattered clothing.

you pulled on your underwear and skirt, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasms. the taste of his blood lingered on your tongue, a bitter reminder of the power he held over you. "this doesn't change anything," you murmured to the empty truck, your voice shaking with the effort of convincing yourself.

as you slammed the door shut behind you, the swealtering night air hit you like a slap in the face, jolting you back to reality. you stumbled away from the truck, your legs unsteady. the forest loomed around you, the trees whispering secrets that you didn't want to hear. your eyes searched the darkness, looking for anything that could distract you from the mess you'd just made.

theo leaned against the truck, his eyes on you. "going somewhere?" he asked, his voice mocking. you whirled around, your fists clenched. "don't," you warned, your voice low and dangerous. "just don't."

his smile was cold, his eyes assessing. "i'll see you around, then," he said, his tone light. with that, he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. the headlights flared to life, illuminating the clearing. you watched as he drove away, the red taillights fading into the darkness.

you turned and began the long walk home, the hot air doing little to cool the heat of anger and desire that still coursed through your veins. the moon was high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the forest floor. the trees whispered secrets that you didn't want to hear, the sounds of the night taunting you with every step.

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edited 8.19.24

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any fics where Stiles and Lydia are siblings? I've tried finding some but it's only vaguely mentioned and never talked about after that so I was wondering if you had or could find any fics where it focuses on that more

Hi anon! @kevaaronday made this list for you.

back again (for the first time) but hot_damn_louis (6/6 | 73,083 | Teen | Sterek) “There was a—” Stiles shook his head, unable to believe it himself, “— a ghost.”

It had been years since Stiles had seen a ghost with his own two eyes, and not through a fancy camera or on pictures. He saw it, the column of light, at the end of his bed. If he wasn’t frozen, scared to even move, he might have been able to stretch his leg out and kick it. He was that close to it. 

aka Stiles is house sitting with his sister Lydia for the summer on a farm in the middle of a ranch in Texas. And even though he's a retired ghost hunter, the rumors of the Mad Monk ghost on the Hale ranch are too enticing to stay away from.

The Last Chills of Winter by LeeHan (1/1 | 42,525 | Explicit | Sterek) “He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense.

“Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk.

“What? No,” Derek growled.

“Was he hot?”

“No! He just—“ He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.

Better Fortunes by SmallBirds (1/1 | 39,618 | Not Rated | Sterek) When a group of sinister men attempt to kidnap Stiles Stilinski from the Brooklyn apartment he shares with his stepsister, Lydia, Stiles is forced to activate a spell that translocates him to where he'll be safest.

Derek Hale isn't sure what to do about the soaking wet young man he finds wandering down a Beacon County roadside during the middle of a thunderstorm, but he feels compelled to help him. There's something about Stiles that Derek finds fascinating, and before long the two become embroiled in each other's lives.

Despite the threat to his life and the sudden upheaval of everything he's ever known, Stiles is having a hard time feeling too upset about that.

Studying the Blade by never_love_a_wild_thing (10/10 | 16,420 | Teen | Sterek) Figure Skater Derek Hale is going to the Olympics for the last time. Age and an old injury are finally starting to get the better of him, but a number of fresh faces on Team USA, or maybe one face in particular are enough to keep him going.

Stiles Stilinski and his sister Lydia are going to the Olympics for the first time. Between nerves and drama, he's worried that they may be in over their heads, but a veteran skater reluctantly takes them under his wing.

In other words: leave it to Sterek to fall in love in the middle of the Olympic Games.

Memories by idratherwrite (1/1 | 15,739 | Teen | Sterek & Lydia/Jackson) AKA, Lifestyles of the Rich and Oblivious

Rich cousins Derek and Jackson are ready to spend a summer sailing across the Mediterranean. Rich step-siblings Stiles and Lydia are planning to have a great summer traveling Europe on their yacht. Nothing goes as planned, but it gives Lydia and Jackson (and Theo, and Meredith) the perfect excuse to play some matchmaking.

I Need A Hero by sapphireginger (1/1 | 9,501 | Explicit | Steo) Stiles Stilinski and Theo Raeken have been together for almost four years. They're mates but something happens that causes everything to implode. They're no longer together. Why?

Political Animals by FiccinDylan (1/1 | 8,109 | Teen | Sterek) It's the worst day in Stiles' life and the last thing he wants is to deal with Derek Hale's bullshit.

Derek feels pretty much the same.

Red by ZainClaw (1/1 | 4,371 | Mature | Sterek) They’re close now, only a few feet between them, and Stiles can already feel the heat coming off the werewolf’s body. He smells like the forest, a layer of the wilderness forever etched into his skin. Stiles is drawn to him like a moth to a flame, the sound of his pumping heart maddening in his ears as he moves even closer. Desperate to close the final distance between them.

“If you try anything,” the alpha warns him, “I’ll rip your throat out. With my teeth.”

Stiles laughs drily, tilting his head to the side.

“Likewise.”

Man of Honor by Inell (1/1 | 3,454 | Teen | Stiles/Derek/Kira) When Stiles attends Lydia’s wedding, he doesn’t expect to meet two people who are perfect for him. He definitely doesn’t expect them to suggest an unorthodox solution to the dilemma, either.

the odds are in your favor by elisela (1/1 | 1,739 | Teen | Lydia/Parrish) “He was jogging,” she says morosely a week later, kicking her heels off at the door and sinking into the couch after depositing the bag of takeout on the table. “Shirtless. There was sweat.”

“Shoulda licked it,” Stiles says. There’s a movie on the television, something she doesn’t know or care about, and he shoots her a dirty look when she grabs the remote and changes the channel. “Christ, not this again.”

[heartbreakgrill]

out of the woods: theo raeken.

1989 (Heartbreak Grill’s Version)

looking at it now it all seems to simple. we were lying on your couch. i remember.

“i have to go.”

theo groaned as the words left my lips. his arms, wrapped securely around my waist, tightened their grip as he inhaled a hopeless breath.

“no,” he nudged my neck with his nose, eliciting a soft giggle from me. “no, stay, please.”

“theo,” i wriggled away from his ticklish touches, “i have to go.”

i tried to remove myself from his grasps, but he was strong. his large, warm hands, slid over my bare stomach, gripping onto my hips. he pressed my back into the mattress, as my wrestling arms came to rest on his shoulders. he had been growing out his hair and now it hung low enough to ghost over my collarbones. i shivered as the strands drug across my skin, theo’s lips attached to my neck.

“theo,” i persisted, “scott gets off at 8. he’s going to come into my room and check if i’m there. when i’m not, he’s going to notify every single supernatural within a thirty mile radius, and every policeman within the county. they will be on your doorstep by 8:15, and i will be dead.”

as i spoke, i continued to try to fight theo’s strong hold, lifting my body from the mattress, and pushing back at his shoulders. my words seemed like a good enough threat to get him moving.

“i don’t want you to go,” he moved to the edge of the bed, feet flat upon the floor.

i stood and gathered my clothes, occasionally tossing him pointed glances, “as much as i enjoy this- i would prefer to not die tonight. i have a chemistry exam tomorrow. here-“

theo rolled his eyes as i tossed his boxers to him. it landed on top of his head. i stifled a laugh and tugged on my jeans.

theo ripped the boxers off and mocked my laughter, “haha, very funny.”

i shrugged and stuck my head through my t-shirt. “listen,” i made my way towards the front door of theo’s tiny, studio apartment. it wasn’t much, but it beat sleeping in his truck every night, like he had been doing. i laced up my shoes, “i should be able to see you tomorrow night. i’ll text you, though, let you know what’s happening.”

theo noticed i was reaching for the door handle and quickly shimmied into his boxers. he slapped a hand against the door, “wait!”

it slammed shut. i looked up at him, an expectant expression on my face. “yeah?”

theo caught my chin in his hands, and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. i melted into the moment, leaning my weight into his hold, allowing my fingers to gently ghost his chest. however, as soon as theo moved to deepen the exchange, my phone started ringing.

my eyes flew open, a wide, worried look taking over my dazed face. i held out a finger towards theo, as if to shush him, as i answered the call.

“hello? oh, hi, scott,” i shot theo a glance. he crossed his arms, figure shrunk in a guilty demeanor. “no, yeah- i’m on my way home now. oh, chinese sounds good. yep- no, yeah. just gotta shower first. just- with gina. yep. studying. chem exam tomorrow! yep. yeah. k. love you! bye.”

i stared at my phone for a second, as though scott were going to climb out of it and kill theo for even being in the same room as me. when that didn’t happen, i let out a deep breath.

“okay,” i looked to the boy, “i have got to get going. i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“yeah,” theo couldn’t help but grin down at me, “tomorrow.”

i noticed his body tilt towards mine, his chest lean towards me, and i held up a finger, cocked a brow. “don’t even think about it or i will never get out of here.”

i could hear him groaning as i shut the door behind me.

–

you took a polaroid of us, then discovered the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color.

“what are you doing for your birthday?”

i balanced the popcorn bowl on my lap as i twisted around on the couch. theo glanced over at me from the fridge, flashing that bright, wide grin.

i couldn’t help but smile, though nothing special really was happening. “not sure yet. why do you ask?”

“just wondering.”

i stared at the back of his stooped, trying to read between the lines of his very few words. theo could feel my gaze, could hear my curious heartbeat, and looked up against. “what?”

i slowly brought a piece of popcorn to my lips, brows furrowed, “why are you asking?”

“nothing,” he reached into the fridge and grabbed a can of coke. the door shut softly behind him. he neared the couch and cracked open the drink. i continued to stare him. “why do you keep staring at me like that?”

“because i know it’s not nothing,” i set the bowl down on the coffee table and came up onto my knees. theo tilted his head and peered down at me. “you’ve got stuff on your mind. say it. let it out into the open. this is a judgement free zone.”

he chuckled softly as i gestured to the tiny apartment. “not exactly a zone as is.”

i reached up and smacked his forearm. “just tell me! please?”

theo took another sip of his coke, thinking intensely. “there’s really not much to say. i was just thinking how your birthday is coming up and i wanted to maybe do something special for you.”

“wait, really?” i perked up, elbows pressed into the back of the couch and chin planted upon my palms. “aw, wait really?”

theo rolled his eyes, “yes, really. but, i know you guys probably have stuff planned. so, i was just trying to get a feel for when we could fit something in.”

“no one’s said anything to me about any plans. though,” my mind wandered a bit, and the stupid hope theo’s healing heart always gave me filled my lungs, “if they do figure something out, i don’t see why you couldn’t just come to that..?”

theo’s soft face hardened slightly, a gut wrenching frown painting his pink lips. “yeah…i don’t know about that. liam still wants me dead. scott and stiles hate me- not to mention malia and lydia probably would be happy to kick me in the balls.”

i thought over the words, imagining each scenario play out. he was right. “yeah…” i trailed off, “yeah, i don’t think that would happen. i just-“

i struggled to find my words, gaze distant, hope shattered. “i don’t know-“

“i know,” theo touched my cheek, fingers cold from the can of coke now in his other hand. “i know.”

“i’m tired of hiding, theo,” my voice came out quiet and timid, expressive to how i was truly feeling. it was exhausting, constantly sneaking around, always being on the lookout for scott.

“i know, baby,” he squatted down to my level, holding my face with both hands, now. his thumbs brushed over the apples of my cheeks, eyes catching my distant ones. “listen…i know it’s hard, but…they just don’t understand it, okay? they wouldn’t get it. you- you put your faith in me when i didn’t deserve it. if it wasn’t for you, if it wasn’t for your hope, i don’t think i would be the man i am today. you saw a lost, broken boy and you helped me get back on my feet. you helped me make up for every wrong i’ve done. i…”

he didn’t continue any sentence. he just pressed his lips together. my heart fluttered at the anticipation of what it could’ve been he wanted to say.

“i just wish…” i gathered some thoughts, “i wish they’d give you a chance.”

“one day,” theo kissed me shortly, “i think…one day, it’ll happen.”

we curled up on the tiny couch, fit for his small apartment, and watched a movie. i lay in the crevice of his side, clutching to his body like it would be taken from me. often, i worried that that would happen. scott would catch us, committing no crimes, and juror theo to a fate worse than death. it seemed so silly- scott was the sworn protector of this town. he always ensured everyone’s happiness, health, prosperity. yet, when it came to me, those guarantees fell short. he’d rather i be holed up in my room, or holed up at school, my nose in a book, than i live, than i date or work or go out with friends.

it made everything so complicated. it made my life complicated- i had rules to follow, i had curfews, i had to answer the phone every time he called or the entire world would fall apart. i understood my brother just wanted me to be safe, to stay alive- but he was ruining my life while trying to save it.

i looked up towards theo, worry swimming through my eyes. he turned his head at my own shuffling and smiled, though it faded at the sight of my worried face.

“hey, hey,” he shifted his body towards mine, “baby…it’s okay. hey…everything’s gonna be okay, yeah? i won’t let anything ruin this, okay?”

“i’m just worried he’s gonna take you away from me…”

“i know,” theo brushed the hair from my face, “i know, but i won’t let him. i…”

that unfinished thought again.

i set my hands upon theo’s shoulder, worry being coaxed down by the affection i felt for him. “i love you,” i admitted.

theo’s face softened, the gold flecks in his eyes on fire from my confession. he pulled my face closer towards his, rushing out a response before crashing our lips together.

“i love you.”

–

and i remember thinking: are we out of the woods yet? are we in the clear yet good?

“i saw theo today.”

i looked up from my plate, eyes widened in curiosity. i flicked my gaze between lydia, scott, stiles, malia, and liam. everyone paused from eating their food. they focused on lydia’s words.

scott straightened his stooped neck. his thick brows were furrowed with inquiry, “really? where?”

“the store,” lydia spoke pointedly. “he was buying a dozen roses from the supermarket.”

“well, at least we know he’s a cheap date,” stiles was quick to nip.

i felt my face grow warm, both from worry and frustration. i shoveled some noodles into my mouth.

malia poked at her straw, “what’s he doing here? i thought he left?”

“i think we all did,” scott sighed. he wiped a napkin across his face. “did he have any other groceries?”

lydia rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, as if to recite the items she saw in his cart. “eggs, milk, icing, chicken nuggets, a loaf of bread, and, i think, penne noodles. could’ve been elbow macaroni, though. couldn’t really tell.”

a smile creeped onto my face as i pieced together the groceries. i was supposed to see theo tonight, though i’d told mom and scott i was going to gina’s for a sleepover. i guess i had a birthday cake and flowers to look forward to.

everyone thought for a moment. then, stiles cracked another lame joke, “hey, maybe he’s going to make up for nearly killing y/n by baking her a cake!”

i choked on my water. scott reached a concerned hand over to pat my back. i pressed a napkin to my face and coughed erratically. “you okay?” scott brushed hair form my cheek.

i nodded wildly, “yep- yeah. yep! great. good. sorry.”

scott patted my back again before returning to the conversation. “for his sake, i hope he isn’t planning on doing that. i hope he isn’t planning on contacting any of us. if he does, you all need to tell me- immediately, okay? stiles, let your dad know he’s lingering around. y/n-“

i sniffled from my coughing fit. “yeah?”

scott’s face was lined with a deepened worry, brown eyes swimming with concern for me. “i don’t think i want you going to gina’s tonight. or anywhere but school for the time being. not until we know what theo’s doing here.”

my brows furrowed tightly, “what? no! what- why- how is that fair? no- scott. i can’t-“

“mom will agree,” scott cut me off. “i’m not risking anything.”

“but…” i went to continue to argue my case, but scott continued rattling off instructional orders to the rest of the group.

and, so, my birthday dinner turned into driving to the sheriff’s station with the entire pack. sitting in stilinki’s office until we figured out where theo was living. we drove to the street and patrolled his apartment until 1am. then, stiles dropped scott and i off at home.

nobody even sang me happy birthday.

looking at it now, last december, we were built to fall apart. then fall back together.

“it’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

“theo,” i grinned as i took a box from him. a big red bow adorned the glittery wrapping paper. it wasn’t heavy, and the size of the box was quite small. but my heart lit on fire from the lovely gesture. “you really shouldn’t have.”

“no, i wanted to,” he waved me off. “you deserve…so much. the world.”

i met his eyes and recognized that familiar, glistening adoration i’d gotten so used to. “i just…feel bad. you don’t have much money, and-“

“it doesn’t matter,” theo pressed a hand to my knee.

we were criss-cross on the couch, sparse christmas decorations scattered through his tiny apartment. i’d insisted on lining tinsel across the door, lights around the tv console, putting the fake tree in the already crowded corner. i hadn’t been able to come over much and wanted theo to be able to feel some semblance of joyous occasion when i wasn’t there. this was the first time we’d seen each other since thanksgiving.

i only managed to escape the house because i convinced scott that gina and i had to spend christmas together.

“open it!” theo squeezed my knee again.

i giggled at his excited stature and quickly unraveled the bow. inside, amidst the folds of a velvet box, was a necklace with the letter t hanging off of a gold chain. i grinned at the sight, “oh, my gosh! here- put it on me!”

i held my hair from my shoulders as theo clipped the necklace at the nape of my spine. his cold fingers ghosted across my skin until his palms were around my shoulders. he tugged my back into his chest, laying us down upon the couch.

your necklace hanging from my neck, the night we couldn't quite forget when we decided to move the furniture so we could dance.

silence enveloped our presence, a comforting feeling of peace that we rarely had. “i love you, theo,” i let myself whisper. i tried to say it more often than not, worried that one day i wouldn’t be able to remind him of it.

“we should tell scott.”

i pulled myself up, out of theo’s hold, turning to face him on the couch. i was bewildered. my face surely showed it, “what?”

theo ran a hand through his hair, “i think we should tell scott, y/n.”

i shook my head slightly, “no, no. no- we can’t do that. theo- no.”

his tone became increasingly critical, disagreeing with my own disapproval. “why not? im tired of hiding-“

“he’ll kill you, theo,” i rushed out. my breathing was anticipatory in it’s quick speed. “scott will kill you, theo.”

“i don’t know. he’s…merciful. i think if we tell him, we can-“

“theo, no!” i jumped from the couch. “please, just stop. i don’t want to fight about this with you. it’s not happening. end of stor-“

“why does that get to just be your decision? why don’t i get to have a say in this relationship? it’s all up to you!” theo followed me from our seats. he spoke wildly, his hands moving with his words.

i crossed my arms, “i risk everything every single day that i text you. i put myself on the line just to see you. i’m lying to my brother, my best friend- my mom! theo- i thought you understood-“

“i’m just tired of being your little secret. i want to be able to- to see you. i want to come to your birthday dinners and spend christmas morning with you. i want to be in your life. i feel like i’m just on the sidelines!”

“maybe you shouldn’t have tried to kill all of us!”

the words blurted from my lips before i could stop them. the stale silence that followed my heartless thoughts was bitter and cold. theo turned his shoulder from me, dropping his head into his hands.

“oh, my god,” i stepped forward, bracing my hands for impact. “i’m so sorry. theo- i-“

“i thought you’d forgiven me,” he murmured into his palm. “you told me you forgave me for that.”

“i did- i did, i just- i’m sorry! i don’t know why i said tha-“

“maybe scott’s right,” theo met my eyes finally, tears blurring his green ones.

“what-?”

“maybe i never will change. maybe i’m just a bad guy. maybe it’s not a good idea for you to be around me.”

“no, theo, no-“ he kept interrupting me.

“you should leave.”

i couldn’t find the words to stay, but i needed to.

i stepped forward, again, touching theo’s shoulder. he whipped his head back to face me, beautiful eyes darkened by the yellow hue, fangs protruding from his teeth, claws digging into his palms that were beginning to bleed.

“get out!” he roared.

i flinched, throwing myself back a few feet. my hands were shaking. i quickly gathered my things, never turning my back from the monstrous boy standing before me. his chest heaved with anger. he glared.

for the first time in a long time, i was scared of theo.

so, i ran.

baby, like we stood a chance; two paper airplanes flying. and i remember thinking…

“are you awake?”

scott knocked upon my bedroom door.

i rolled over in my bed, away from the sound of his voice, away from his incessant worry.

i knew he could hear my heartbeat. i knew he could smell my pheromones.

i ignored him. he had his answers. i wanted to be left alone.

scott sighed. “please talk to me.”

i didn’t want to.

“well,” he tried to sound cheery, but it failed, “i’ll be out here when you’re ready.”

weeks had passed.

silence had followed.

scott was always wondering why i didn’t go to study group with gina. mom worried why i didn’t want to eat my favorite dinner on thursday nights. stiles was confused when i would voluntarily tag along on patrols with him and scott. when we’d pass theo’s house, i’d press my headphones into my ears and drown the two teenage boys out.

lydia drug me to the mall the following week. scott had told everyone he was worried i was depressed. but he didn’t know why.

i knew why.

i didn’t text theo. and he didn’t try to reach me.

i let the necklace pool in my makeup drawer. my fingers ghosted over it every morning, and i’d flinch as though it burned me. it just made me brain flicker with unwanted memories.

i had nightmares about him.

he’d come into my room and tear me apart.

he’d kill scott right in front of me.

he’d rip my mom’s throat out during dinner.

i dreamed of him, too.

of his arms, the contradictory peace i felt from his fingers. i knew, deep down inside, that his threatening demeanor wasn’t real. it was a projection of his innermost insecurities, his frustration because he could only ever have parts of me.

but i was still terrified. it took me back to a time in my life when theo really was the villain. back to the night when the dread doctors nearly killed me. it reminded me of things i’d worked hard to get over.

it felt like last year, only this time, my heart was broken, too.

i don’t know why i thought it would work. bad people never changed. they’d maybe give you a hurricane eye, false hope that things would be clearing up, the storm would pass. and, then, their true, dark colors would appear like the rain. thundering down on you.

i thought back to months ago, when i first let him in. i’d run into him at the grocery store, like lydia. he was buying tuna fish and a potted plant. he had a certain soil type in his cart. i didn’t recognize him at first, mostly because i’d blocked his face from my memory, and his hair had grown out. he was hiding beneath his hoodie, too.

are we out of the woods yet? are we in the clear yet? good.

“that soils gonna kill that plant.”

i peered over at the stranger’s cart, my own basket swinging from my arm.

“oh!” he looked up from the cereal box in his hands, surprised by my voice.

his brows furrowed, friendly smile faltering slightly. “oh. uh…” he wasn’t quite sure what to say.

i chuckled shortly, “sorry to startle you? i just…don’t want to watch this poor guy be carted off to his death.”

theo looked at the plant as i pointed to it. he set the cereal down in his car, shook his head once, and met my eyes again, “oh. that’s okay. um…would you mind telling me what soil i need?”

“yeah, of course. cmon.”

i marched us off to the plant aisle. as we walked across the entire supermarket, i told him all about my plant collection at home. i shared personal details of my life, remarked as he brought up his own stories.

then, i found the small bag easily, and dumped it into his cart, shoveling the other one back onto the shelf.

he thanked me with this sweet grin. “wow, uh, thank you, so much. any other tips?”

his smile twisted into a smirk, something friendly, nothing too extreme. but, it’s what clicked my memories together. i recognized him then.

i frowned and took a slow step back, “um. sorry…”

i quickly turned on my heel and raced away from the aisle. theo was hot on my heels. he chased me with his cart, stumbling over apologies that i was sure didn’t mean anything. “wait- no! y/n! i’m sorry! please! please let me-! i’m so sorry!”

i tried to pull my phone from my pocket to call scott, but it clattered to the floor. i skidded to a stop, dropping to my knees to grab it. the basket in my arm tipped and everything sprawled across the floor.

i reached for my phone and cursed at the mess. his hand came down over mine. he shot his grip back, apologizing. “i didn’t mea-“

“leave me alone.”

i don’t know how he convinced me to go to dinner with him.

remember when you hit the brakes too soon? 20 stitches in the hospital room. when you started crying, baby, i did, too. but, when the sun came up i was looking at you.

“i think we should talk.”

i glanced over at lydia, thumbs pressing into my thighs anxiously. i sucked in a breath, cold air drowning in my lungs. the wipers rubbed over the window wildly, rain pouring down outside. the radio played softly.

i watched a raindrop race down the window, then glanced over at lydia. “about what?”

she met my eye for a second. she looked like she knew something i didn’t want her to. i gulped.

“you know i…” she trailed off. she licked her teeth in an attempt to find her words, carefully. “i can see things, y/n.”

i sucked in another breath. i couldn’t get enough. i should’ve known this would happen. lydia didn’t just get premonitions of death. if she was connected to somebody enough, like me, she could see flashes of secrets.

“yeah…” i whispered.

“i don’t…” lydia struggled to speak, “i don’t know what to say, necessarily. i only know bits and pieces. like…christmas. he- he wanted to hurt you. but, then- at the grocery store. he was gonna bake you a cake. wha- please tell me what happened, y/n.”

i explained the situation with a shaky voice, fingers rubbing one another in a ruminating anxiety. lydia just listened intently. i was worried she was going to turn the car around, drive us back home to tell scott. i’d get holed up in my room while the pack went on a man and wolf hunt.

but, when i was finished, lydia just stared off at the road.

“well?” i pressed.

she glanced at me, again, “wow. i don’t…i don’t know what to say. i just…i’ve loved some bad people, y/n. one of them- died. the other moved to london, but…but they did change. i changed them, i’d like to think. they became good people. but, i think that’s because they were good people, in their core. they were just scared…i know you probably know theo better than i do, but…i don’t know. he killed his sister. if he were a real wolf, his eyes would be blue, y/n. he came to this town to kill your brother. to take our pack. and he nearly killed you. so many of our classmates’ lives ended because of theo. i just- he’s…”

as she spoke, images flashed through my mind.

two months ago, theo and i had drove three hours outside of town to go to the movie theater. as we walked inside, we saw a little girl sitting upon the curb. she was leaned over, sobbing into her hands. i didn’t know what to do. i was never really good with kids.

theo dropped my hand, ignoring the end of our conversation. he marched over to her, squatted down to speak to her. i couldn’t quite hear what he said, but she looked up at him with these huge, sad eyes. tears stained her face.

theo stood. he offered her his hand. she took it gladly.

he talked to her, quietly, as they walked inside. i followed closely. we stood with the movie theater attendants while they found the girl’s mom.

later, theo showed me a photo of his sister that he kept tucked within a book in his bedroom. it was the only thing he had left of her. that, and the awful memory of what he’d done to her.

she looked to be the age of that little girl, the one who squeezed theo like an old friend before running off to her mommy. she kissed his cheek. she thanked him.

“every night, i have nightmares about…”

i remember holding him through these terrifying dreams…

“about what i did to her. i regret it- i regret it, y/n. if i could give my life to get her back i- i would do it in a heartbeat. i…i’m so sorry of who i am. of where i’ve been and what i’ve done. i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry. i wish..i wish we could start over. i wish i could meet you in another lifetime, one where none of this ever happened.”

i held his face in my hands, gently, “theo…it’s okay. we all…we’ve all done things that we wish we could take back. we can only deal with the consequences, and make the best of it. i love you- i love you so much. i forgive you.”

remember when we couldn’t take the heat? i walked out. i said, ‘i’m setting you free.’ but the monsters turned out to be just trees. when the sun came up- you were looking at me.

“theo is…”

lydia didn’t quite finish her sentence, but my i did with my own sad realizations. “scared. he’s scared. he’s…he’s been fighting his whole life. he was just a…just a boy when the dread doctors found him. they manipulated him and- and, god. i-i was helping him and then…god, i’m so mean. i let your guys’ threats against theo ruin my own beliefs. and i let it ruin us…lydia- i-“

“i’m sorry,” she said. it was sincere. “i didn’t…i didn’t know. i’m so sorry, y/n. don’t blame yourself for how it ended. you…you had every right to say what you did. it was his choice as to how he reacted to it. and he pushed you away.“

“but, but- i could have stayed. i could have helped him. we could have worked it out- i need to go see him. lydia, please- take me home-“

lydia screamed.

my eardrums burst.

blood dripped down my jaw, staining the collar of my jean jacket. the tired squealed against the slick pavement. the car went over the side of the road, flying through an empty field, and crashing down on it’s head. broken glass scraped across my face. the seatbelt nearly choked me as our bodies twisted upside down with the car.

i was awake for a mere moments after the car stilled. the radio continued to play soft, haunting melodies. the rain pattered, splashing my face.

the only thing i could picture was theo’s face.

it was almost as if he was right there before me.

when i woke, i was in a hospital bed. i couldn’t quite open my eyes. my head was pounding and the florescent lighting stung my vision. the cuts in my skin thumped with my heartbeat. the iv in my arm felt thick, heavy, cold fluids running in my veins.

above the annoying beeping of the machines attached to my body were two voices. angry voices. arguing voices.

theo and scott.

“no, i don’t think you understand, theo! get out! i don’t want you anywhere near my sister! you- i don’t trust you! this probably happened because of you!”

my eyes shot open.

theo stepped back as scott yelled in his face. his tone was more calm than my brother’s, hands raised defensively, yet in a surrendering offer with his palms facing the ceiling. “scott, please, just-“

“no! get out! leave! before i make you!” scott’s hands were shaking with anger. he seethed, chest rising up and down wildly.

i tried to move, but my body paralyzed. words wouldn’t come, either, because a breathing mask was over my mouth.

“scott-!” theo tried, once more.

scott growled, eyes turning red, ears pointing up towards the moon in the window. he was completely transformed. i knew how dangerous that was. i knew how angry he was.

my eyes shot towards the doorway as mom quickly entered. she stopped before scott, placing her hands on his shoulders gently, “scott…honey, cmon, you’ve gotta breathe, okay? i’ve got a hospital full of patients and the last thing i need is to have the night janitor clean up after two werewolves.”

“then tell him to leave!” scott pointed a claw at theo.

mom looked towards the boy, brows furrowing in anger. she composed herself better. “theo…” mom spoke warily, “you need to leave. now.”

“no, you don’t understand! i didn’t do this! i-i brought her here! if i wanted to kill her, why would i bring her here!”

“to save your ass!” scott roared.

i examined theo’s face as it tilted towards the light. tears shone on his cheeks. mom pushed scott back an inch, “no, scott! hey, honey, cmon! he’s- he’s telling the truth. he brought her here- he didn’t try to kill her, scott!”

“then what did?”

“a deer,” mom spoke blankly. she pursed her lips. the confession was awkward, humanized compared to what we were all used to.

scott straightened his posture, transforming back into a human. his breathing evened out. “oh. i’m….”

theo sighed, ran a hand over his face. “look…i know you hate me. and you have every right to. but…i just…i’m not leaving. i’m staying.”

he took a step towards my bed. scott moved in front of him, blocking me. “stay away from her.”

“scott,” mom examined theo’s face as he met my eyes. he breathed out a sigh of relief and quickly grabbed my hand.

theo dropped to the chair beside my bed, clutching my fingers in his. he pressed his forehead to my touch, mumbling gratitude beneath his breath.

“i thought i lost you,” theo whispered.

mom and scott watched. mom crossed her arms over her chest, a wondrously pleased expression in her eyes. she glanced at scott. he gasped at our interaction.

i blinked away a tear. theo kissed the back of my hand. “i really thought i lost you. god- i’m…i’m never letting you leave me again. i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry for scaring you. i promise, i promise it’ll never happen again. i’m never gonna let go of you, i’m never gonna push you away again, okay? i love you.”

i nodded gently, unable to do much else. my fingers wriggled in his hands. he squeezed mine.

scott stepped forward, “theo…”

theo met scott’s eyes. he huffed, “please. please just five minutes. i’ll leave if you want me to, but…please, scott just give me five minutes, okay? you can chase me out of beacon hills, to the ends of the earth, but please let me have five minutes with my girl.”

scott went to say something else, but mom grabbed his bicep. “five minutes.”

she began leading then to the hall, scott following begrudgingly. she looked over her shoulder to tell theo, “five minutes and then we have a lot to talk about, okay? starting with you’re gonna start going to therapy and i have a 24 pack of condoms in my office.”

my face turned beat red.

theo laughed, a relieved, gentle sound i had missed for far too long. he met my eyes again.

“i love you.”

you were looking at me. i remember. are we out of the woods yet? are we in the clear yet? good.

[bamboozledbird]

𝕚𝕗 𝕚 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 pt.2 // stiles stilinski imagine

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, fem!reader, Theo Raeken, Lydia Martin Pairing(s): Stiles x you, Theo x you (no use of y/n) Word Count: 5.3k Tags: a fix-it for y'all bc i'm a pushover Warnings: Underage drinking (at least in america rip, they're all 19+), creepy guys in bars, emetophobia, new jersey slander (please forgive me jerseyans)

Request: for all you people i made cry with part 1. this is my love letter to you. A/N: you don't necessarily need to read part 1 to understand, but this is a follow-up to if i could lose you i would.

The night starts well enough. Theo’s hand is a warm, steadying weight against your lower back, and his cologne cuts through the vague funky smell clouding the bar. Lydia chose it; somehow, no matter the city, she always knows about the coolest, underground spots that seem to only circulate within an elite circle of twentysomethings. It really isn’t all that shocking when you think about it as you nurse your bitter cocktail; every single person who catches a glimpse of Lydia immediately craves her attention. Unfortunately for them, Lydia always takes you as her date, though lately she’s been ending your nights out at a stranger's apartment more often than not. She’s never said it, but you know it’s because, ever since the disastrous end to her start-of-summer bash, Theo's made himself a permanent third-wheel on girls’ night. He’s never said it, but you know he started tagging along because you’ve been distant since Stiles poured into your bedroom and pressed on all the bruises his fingertips left behind when he left you. You really thought you’d washed them all away with 3,000 miles, 3 months, and 3 weeks of the scrape of Theo’s teeth. 

You sip on your fourth drink of the evening, sitting on a barstool because your legs are too wobbly to stand on, and Theo watches you watch Lydia spin a girl with a radiant smile and glitter tinsel in her hair. 

“You wanna dance?” he hums in your ear. You can barely hear him over the bass and the buzz of too much tequila. 

You nibble on your straw and hiccup around it, “Don’t think I can.”

Theo makes a move to grab the drink in your hand, and you bend backwards to keep it out of his reach. “Come on,” he frowns, “you can’t even stand.”

“So?” you purse your lips petulantly and punctuate your point with a loud suck, draining the last few drops of your lime margarita through a few chunks of leftover ice.

Theo looks tired as he studies your face. “What the hell is going on with you? I see you every day, and I still don’t have a fucking clue.” 

You’re too drunk to pretend you don’t know what he’s talking about. Hiccupping again, your nose scrunches, “I’m just…I wanna go home.” Theo pats his jacket pockets for his keys, and you shake your head a few too many times. “No, not there.” Your stomach turns when you finally realize what you actually mean. You want to hitch a ride on the melting ice in your glass and dissolve into knotted hair on Sunday mornings, freckled skin washed with the shifting sun, and pouted pink lips, cursing the snooze button and your cold toes. You don’t say that. You’re drunk, not cruel. “I wanna go back to Stanford. I hate it here.”

Theo’s eyes are shadowed in the dim light of the club, but they’re calculating. “You really think that’s far enough?” 

Blinking slowly, your mind spins with the drinks in your stomach as you try and fail to think of something clever. “Feels far,” you mumble, and Theo doesn’t look reassured. It’s hard for you to differentiate pain from anger through watery eyes and the brume of tequila, but whatever emotion is darkening Theo’s expression, you think it’s justified. He’s smart enough to know what you mean. 

 His face goes blank as he searches for his keys again, “I think that’s enough fun for tonight.”

You shake your head and wriggle down further into the cradle of your hips, “I wanna stay.”

Theo exhales through his nose and runs a hand over his face, “I thought you wanted to go home.”

Your tongue is thick as you struggle for words, sniffling as they tease you from the fraying edges of consciousness. “Not there.” You know you sound like a baby, recycling the handful of words you can remember, and you know that tears will only make it worse, but they still bubble along your lash line.

“Stay at Lydia’s then,” Theo spits out through gritted teeth, but he shoves a napkin towards you to mop up your running mascara, so you forgive him. It’s your fault, after all. At least, you think so as you watch him leave. 

“Boyfriend troubles?” Your head lulls to the side as you blink dumbly, all big-eyed and glassy, at the stranger leaning against the bar beside you. He’s tall, well-built too, but you’re mostly focused on his pungent cologne. It’s hard not to; you’re suffocating in it. 

The man laughs and grabs your chin, shaking your head a little, “You’re adorable. How could anyone stay mad at you?” 

You recoil, wrenching your face from his sweaty grasp, and run your tongue over your teeth. “He’s not…” your protest gets lost in your throat when he steps into your space and slides his hand along your spine, just shy of your ass. Your dress is backless, completely exposed to his wandering gaze, and your skin crawls with the sensation of his fingertips grazing your back.

His breath is hot and wet on the shell of your ear, “You want to forget about it for a while, angel?” 

“No,” your head jerks from side to side, eyes screwed shut, “I don’t—I think I’m gonna puke.”

A wave of relief rolls over you when a red-taloned hand slithers between your bodies. Lydia shoves the stranger’s chest sharply, sending him stumbling into the stool behind him, and his hand falls from your hip. 

“Does it look like she wants to contract something from a limp-dicked lowlife in tacky shoes?” The top of Lydia’s head barely reaches his shoulder, but her eyes are sharp and her sneer is venomous. The creep has the good sense to look a little afraid. “You have exactly two seconds to get the hell out of here before I personally ensure you’re on every public sex offender registry from here to Quebec.”

She grabs your hand before he has the chance to disagree and pulls you into the bathroom. In comparison to the loud, muggy dancefloor, it’s a wonderful reprieve: an oasis of cold air and muffled bass. 

Lydia fusses over you for a minute; you wave off her concerns and push yourself onto the sink even though your arms feel distinctly gelatinous. You can tell she doesn’t believe you, but men preying on drunk women is a tragically large and present underbelly of girl world, so after a moment she turns her intense focus to the lighted mirror. She looks perfect—she always looks perfect—but she won’t believe anyone except her own reflection.

The aching strain in your arches slowly dissipates to a faint tingle the longer your feet dangle from the counter, your heels discarded below. They’re black strappy things from the back of Lydia’s closet, and so is the scrap of black silk that Prada has the audacity to call a dress. You are grateful, however, for the short hem and open back now that your skin finally has the chance to breathe. 

You watch Lydia apply her lipstick with a precision brain surgeons could only dream of, smiling lazily. She’s graceful with the slender brush, like Botticelli stroking a swathe of red silk over a canvas of smooth skin. You envy her, with your eyeshadow already melting below your waterline, but mostly you love her. So proud to have such a goddess for a best friend. 

Her head tilts as she smiles at you, and she must be at least a little godly because she doesn’t smear her lipstick when her mouth curves. “What?” she hums around her puckered lips. 

“Nothing,” your words slur together, “you’re just perfect.”

She tucks her lipstick into her clutch and shakes her head, “And you’re so drunk. Lethal, babe.”

“I love it,” you sigh as she starts fixing your hair, clicking her tongue when you start to fidget. You slump into her careful touch and watch her fingers smooth through a few knots near your ends. “Being drunk is my favorite.”

She twirls her finger, indicating you should turn around, and begins twisting your flattened curls into an elegant bun. “I’ve noticed,” she mutters through the bobby pin clutched between her teeth, “you’ve been drinking more than you’ve sober lately.”

“It’s summer!” You blow a curl off of your nose and close your teary eyes so that your mascara doesn’t flake onto your cheeks, “You’re supposed to be drunk.”

Lydia hums and pulls a few strands of hair loose to artfully frame your face. “I didn’t realize alcoholism was seasonal.”

“You,” you bop her nose and giggle when it scrunches under your finger, “are being a major buzzkill. Don’t kill my buzz; that’s murder in the first.”

“Someone has to be.” Lydia leans her hip against the sink, and her brows curve, “Where’s Theo? I thought he was your DD tonight?”

You let the intoxication sweep over your senses because it’s easy and knock your ankles together like a child on the swings. “He left,” you chirp.

“He what?”

Your bottom lip juts out a little, “I think I hurt his feelings.”

Lydia is incensed. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and mutters a few choice words under her breath, “I’m going to hurt a lot more than that when I find him.” You curl in on yourself a little, and she sighs, unwinding her fingers from tight fists as her eyes soften. “He really left you here?” she asks quietly.

You shrug, refusing to feel sorry for yourself, and make grabby hands at her sleeves, “It’s okay. You’re here, and you’re my best friend, and I love you.”

She laces your fingers together and squeezes your hand, “It is not okay. That creep had you halfway to his car.”

You shudder at memory, and feel the ghost of the stranger’s clammy hand against your lower back, “But you rescued me. So it’s okay.” 

You frown at Lydia’s frown and push her cheeks together, squishing her mouth into a crinkled half-smile. She rolls her eyes a little and takes your wrists in her hands gently, “He shouldn’t have left you. It was a shitty thing to do, babe.”

“I made him sad, I think.” You hiccup a little, “I think I always do.”

“He can’t leave you blackout drunk in a skeezy bar just because you’re in love with someone else,” she huffs.

You tease the tip of your tongue through your front teeth, swinging your legs back and forth below the sink, “It wasn’t skeezy when you picked it.”

Lydia huffs again and folds her arms over her chest, “That was before I saw tall, dark, and creepy try to take you home.”

Your playful grin crumbles as your drunk-numb mind finally catches up with the burning behind your ribs. “I’m in love with someone else,” you say, voice sticky and thick in your throat. 

She lets out a sigh so soft you wonder if you just imagined it and takes both of your hands, “I know.”

Whimpering quietly, you turn your nose into your shoulder, slightly embarrassed by the sound. “I’m sad about it.”

“I know,” Lydia combs a few strands of your hair off of your tear-tacky face and smiles a little, “let’s get you home, okay?”

Another round of nausea hits you as you finally realize that you’re truly, really, horrifically drunk, and you still can’t forget him. 

“I don’t think I know where that is anymore.” 

Lydia was able to corral you into an Uber after you puked a few times. She held your hair back and helped you brush your teeth. You cried a little when she wiped the sweat off of your face with a makeup wipe, watching her take care of you with big wet eyes, as she tucked you into bed like the baby tequila and heartbreak had turned you into. She made you promise to call her in the morning, and then she left you to sleep off the ache in your throat and the six margaritas in your bloodstream—or was it seven, you can’t remember. 

You can’t remember much, it seems. You scroll through your feed for a while and squint at the blurry splotches of color, trying to recall if you were good enough friends with the girl from software systems to leave a comment on her post about how hot she looks in red. Your fingers drift, swiping away from Instagram to the only thing you remember. The thing you’ll always remember.

The phone rings exactly two times.

“Hi.” It’s the only thing you can think of besides, ‘I love you. I love you. I love you. Please make it stop.’

“Hey.” You listen to Stiles breathe on the other side of the line and snuggle further into your pillow. “You there?” 

His voice is soft in your ear, and your eyes go lidded, “Uh huh.”

He clears his throat, “What are you doing up this late?”

You twist around your sheets, and the tip of your tongue pokes out at your phone. Apparently, you’ve also forgotten that he can’t see you. “What are you doing up this late?”

“It’s uh,” Stiles pauses and there’s a rustling sound on his side of the line, “almost 8 here.”

You blink and frown at the time on your screen, “Nuh uh.” 

There’s a pause; you hate it. You want him to keep talking until you fall asleep. He finally sighs, “Are you drunk?”

Your tongue pokes out again, “I’m not the one who can’t tell time.”

“Baby,” your heart skips and your breath hitches, and he must be tired because he doesn’t seem to notice the slip, “we’re in different time zones.”

Your heart stumbles over the skip this time, and it feels a lot like flatlining. “You went back already?”

“I, uh,” he shifts, must be in his desk chair because you can hear something rolling, “my lease started. Figured if I’m paying to live in Philly, I should actually, y’know, live in Philly.” 

“Oh.” One little syllable, and it’s heavy with so many things you can’t bring yourself to dwell on it. 

“Yeah.” 

“So, uh,” you hear him scratch at something, most likely the back of his neck because he sounds anxious, “why’d you call?” He’s quick to correct himself, words overlapping like ripples in a creek, “Not that I’m not glad you called; I’m stoked you called—or maybe something a little less embarrassing—but I, uh,” there’s that scratching sound again and a quiet thudding of drumming fingers, “I really didn’t think you would.”

“Dunno,” there’s a smile in your voice, but you aren’t sure if he can hear it through the wobble, “just started dialin’, n’ I ended up here.”

He stands, and the phone shifts against his cheek as he starts to pace, “Where are you?” He sounds worried. You frown—you don’t want him to worry. You want him to hold you.

“Home,” you pause, nose wrinkling because that’s not quite right, and then add, “my house.”

“Did you drink anything?”

“Clearly.”

You can hear the eye roll from the other side of the country when he huffs into the phone, “I meant water. Did you drink any water?”

“Uh,” you nibble on your lip, “yes?”

He huffs again, but this time you can tell he’s smiling, “Get up and get some water—Advil too. Put it on top of whatever book you’re reading so it doesn’t get lost in your pile of shitty chapsticks and hair thingies.” 

Your eyes cross, affronted, “They are not shitty.”

“They’re an endless cycle of chapped hell.”

“But they taste good,” you grumble, cuddling your pillow to your chest.

He’s smirking; you know it. “Oh, I know.” 

You both just breathe through the line for a long moment, remembering the same slick slide of lips and tongues. 

“I miss you,” you whisper. 

Stiles inhales sharply, “I miss you too.”

“No,” you shake your head, smearing mascara on your pillowcase, “I miss you.” Your mouth is dry, and you can’t find the right words to explain it, how he’s apart from you even when he’s standing right there. There just aren’t enough words in the English language to explain the ache in the marrow of your ribs, how he still lingers inside your skin like some kind of fucked-up, agonizing osmosis, how you love him so tortuously, so effortlessly. Indefinitely. 

You can’t explain, but when he whispers, “Yeah, me too,” you know he knows. 

You sniffle and hiccup a few times, and a sigh crackles through your speaker. “Drink some water for me, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper. You roll onto your stomach and sit up a little on your elbows, “Will you stay?”

“Yeah, baby,” his chair squeaks as he sits back down, “‘till you fall asleep.”

“Promise?” Your voice is thick, like you’ve been crying for hours, and Stiles’s voice is tight when he finally replies. 

“Promise.”

You wake up with dry eyes and a rank taste in your mouth. There’s a glass of water and a handful of Advil on your nightstand, and you just know. You’ve known for a while actually, maybe forever, but you can’t pretend you don’t anymore. 

Theo seems to know why you invited him over so early on a Sunday morning. He doesn’t even look sad when you officially end it, and you wonder if it’s because he knew it was over a long time ago. You wish, selfishly, that he would’ve let you in on the secret so that you could’ve avoided all this. You hug him before he leaves, and it’s stiff and awkward, and you feel a little shitty about the whole thing—but it doesn’t feel wrong. 

You feel like yourself for the first time in a long time, and that feels good.

Summer is almost over, and you don’t have the time to obsess over all your wanting. All the air leaves your body sometimes, no room for anything but honey, veins, and new stubble, but you have so much to do. There’s no time for drowning in it when you’ve only got a few weeks before the semester starts. 

You don’t even have the time to acknowledge the nerves wriggling up your esophagus until you’re standing in front of a black door. Your screen is lit with the address Scott texted you, along with roughly 100 exclamation points and a dozen or so brain explosion, party popper, and happy face emojis. They steady you as you knock on the splintering door. The unit is cute and quaint, and you distract yourself by getting a better look at the sage green columns. 

Stiles opens the door, looking disarmingly soft in his worn sweatpants and stretched-out t-shirt—like cuddling on the weekend, like playing video games until sunrise, like home. He blinks at you slowly, pretty pink mouth slightly ajar.

You shift on the soles of your sneakers, jamming your hands into your hoodie pockets. “Hey.”

He blinks some more and seems to be only capable of repeating what he hears, “Hey.”

“So,” you dig the toe of your shoe into the porch, staring at a warped patch, curved from seasons of melting snow, and shrug, “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d drop by.”

He recovers from his stupor and leans against the doorframe, hands tucked under his armpits. “You were in the neighborhood,” his head tilts with his arched brow, “in Philadelphia.”

“Well,” you try not not to smile, “it was on my way.”

Nodding, Stiles rubs his chin and purses his lips. You want to kiss the smirk off of his stupid face. “Right, the classic eastbound Stanford route.”

“Not quite.” You adjust the strap of your duffle bag on your shoulder, easing some of the ache pinching at the base of your skull, “New transfer orientation is on Monday. Turns out Princeton’s comp sci department is decent.”

His face becomes guarded, but there’s a little something like hope behind the uncertainty, “4th in the country.”

Something warm inside your stomach flutters. He knows. Of course, he knows. He probably researched it all the way back in high school. You brush your hair out of your eyes and hum, “Mhm.”

Stiles slides his socked foot back and forth, slipping on the polished floor of his cozy entryway. He barely catches himself on the doorknob. You laugh until he says, “Stanford’s 2nd.”

Your shoulder lifts, “That's correct.”

His chin dips as he searches your face for something. You smile at him, and he swallows; it looks painful. “You turned down MIT because it was too far from home.”

“That's also correct,” you say quietly with a jerky nod. 

His eyes go wide as he shakes his head, almost violently. He almost slips again with the dramatic effort, “MIT’s 1st in comp-sci.” 

You steady him with a palm against his chest, swiping your thumb over his ribs. His heart thrashes under your touch, and your face lifts with a timid, tender smile. “Sure, but Princeton’s ranked #1 nationally. Overall champs, baby. Suck it.”

Stiles finally smiles, but it’s hesitant. “You don’t say.”

You let a breathy exhale and drop your hands to your sides, curling and uncurling your fingers into tight fists. He’s still looking at you, a cute little wrinkle in-between his brows, waiting for something more. Fair enough. He kind of laid it all out on the line the last time you spoke in-person—he kind of deserves to stew a little after everything he put you through, but you’ve forgiven him, decided you want to be happy more than you want to punish him.

You roll your shoulders back and tilt your chin to meet his gaze. “I don’t believe in soulmates.”

Stiles’s face goes sour, and he crosses his arms firmly over his chest, mouth twitching between a pout and a frown. “You stopped in Philly just to tell me tha—”

You rock onto your tiptoes to press a finger to his lips, biting back a smile when they pucker like a fish, and say, “Will you kindly shut it for a minute? I need to get through this. I practiced a lot on the plane.” His eyes narrow, sullen and irritated, but he keeps his lips pressed together, waiting impatiently for you to finish.

You slip your finger from his mouth to cup his jaw, thumbing just below his cheekbone, and his body goes lax, irritation slowly seeping from his lanky limbs to the floor. Grinning, you poke the tip of your tongue at him, and he swallows hard as he tracks the movement.

“As I was saying,” you smile through the snark and slide your hands to his chest, resting against the vibration of his thudding heart, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I don’t think there’s just one person out there for everyone—but that’s a good thing, right? I mean, the entire concept of a soulmate is basically just a blackhole. You’re falling, and falling, and falling—and there’s no end; you’re just trapped. There's no choice. I don’t want to love like that—I don’t want to love you like that.” 

It’s cute, the way his face screws up around a theory. It’s a familiar expression, and you can’t help but melt at the knees while you watch his eyes flick back and forth, adding up all your expressions and trying to calculate the meaning. The corner of your mouth pulls into a slip of a smile, “If I turned around right now and never saw you again, I’d be okay. I mean, I wouldn’t drop dead or anything.” 

He sucks in sharply, head jerking back, “What the fu—”

“Hush, I’m almost done.” You keep going before he can interrupt you again, rushing through the rest of your speech, running out of air and restraint, “I think that I could get over you, eventually, years and years from now—but the point is—what I realized is: I don’t want to. I don’t want to get over you. I don’t want to find someone else. Stiles, I love you—I’m in love with you, and I really think tha—”

His lips are wet and warm against yours, and you whine softly into his mouth at the familiarity. He hooks his thumbs in the belt loops on your jeans and yanks you closer, until your chests are pressed together and you can feel him breathe. You were right—the beard burn is delectable.

The kiss slows into something less desperate, something more like forever, and Stiles brushes his lips over yours in a few chaste pecks. When your lashes finally flutter open, you see that he’s grinning at you. It’s so wide, so happy, and his eyes crinkle at the corners as he says, “Sorry, you just would not shut up, so I figured it was either kiss you or shove something in your big mouth—and I’m not super confident in my CPR skills. Scott and I really spent most of the time figuring out how many pencils we could fit into the dummy’s mouth.”

“I take it back.” You push his face away from you, but a laugh bubbles past your swollen lips when Stiles pinches your waist. “I hate you.”

“Nope. No refunds.” Stiles shakes his head solemnly and wraps his hand around your hip, squeezing possessively, “You kiss it, you buy it. That’s what Coach said about the dummy.” 

“Well,” your arms find their way around his neck, and your fingers wind into the soft hair curling behind his ears, “you are a dummy.”

“The dumbest,” he agrees. He’s smiling, but his eyes are sincere, cloudy with guilt. “Baby, I never should’ve—”

You take great satisfaction in your turn shutting him up with a kiss, tugging on his hair until you’re on your tiptoes and he’s groaning into your mouth. “I think we’ve been miserable for a long time,” you whisper, breath ghosting across his shiny lips. He shivers, and you press your temple against his forehead, “I think I’ve had enough of it. How ‘bout you?” 

Stiles nods quickly and dips in to kiss you again. “Can I say sorry one more time?” he mumbles, kissing the ridge of your ear.

“I suppose,” you sigh and fall back onto your heels. 

He takes your bag from your shoulder and guides you into his apartment, kicking the door shut so that he doesn’t have to let go of your hand. There’s a thud as he drops the duffle bag onto the floor, and you barely have the time to take-in the ratty little sofa and coffee table piled with empty pizza boxes before he’s on you again. “I’m,” he kisses the corner of your mouth, and it twitches with the contact, “so,” his lips trail to your cheek, “very,” he presses a kiss to your temple, “truly,” to your hairline, “forever-ly,” to the tip of your nose, “sorry,” to your mouth. 

You sigh as he settles in for a real kiss and fall back onto the couch with him on top of you, disrupting his rhythm with a breathy giggle. He braces his weight onto his arms, and you wriggle down until your face is directly below his. “Hi,” you trace his bottom lip with your finger, smiling when he purses his lips to kiss it. 

“Hey.” He looks drunk: cheeks flushed, eyes hazy with pleasure, body loose and free from critical thinking—and you think to yourself that you’d do just about anything to make sure he’s this happy for the rest of his life. 

Stiles rolls, bringing you into his side with an arm around your waist, and presses against your lower back until you're crushed against him. Still, you squirm closer. Neither of you say anything for a long time, content with the sound of each other’s breathing, and then Stiles hums in his throat a little and plays with the ends of your hair, “So. You’re gonna live in New Jersey.”

“Yup,” your mouth pops with the ‘p.’

He grins, “Wow. You must, like, really love me or something.”

“Or something,” you tease, and he bites your shoulder in retaliation. 

“Jersey isn’t so bad,” his voice is muffled against his teeth, still embedded in your sweatshirt. Well, his technically.

You laugh, “It’s not?”

“Nah,” Stiles pulls back to look at you and scratches at the back of his neck, lifting a shoulder, “wouldn’t mind living there for the…beaches.”

“The Shore, you mean?” you grin, trying to imagine Stiles with a bad spray tan and slicked back hair. 

He grins right back and strokes your cheek, “Yeah, I’d move there for the Shore. I’ve actually been searching for just the right opportunity to show off my scrawny arms and pasty complexion. It’s like, what, a 40 minute drive from there to Penn?”

“Trenton would be around that, but I was thinking Pennypack would only be 30 from Princeton.” Stiles looks at you through lidded eyes, suspicious. You grin, “For the cheesesteaks, obviously.”

“Obviously,” he quips, but you can tell his heart isn’t in it. His face turns serious as he whispers, “You don’t have to do this,” into the quiet air humming between you. “I would’ve transferred to a school in California if I knew you still wanted me.” A flash of something ignites behind his eyes, warming the amber to whiskey, and he sits up a little, reaching over your head for his phone, “I’ll do it right now.”

You clutch his wrist and shake your head, pulling on his arm until he’s close enough to feel your lashes brush against his skin, “That’s why I didn’t ask. You’ve been dreaming about this program your entire life.”

Stiles is unusually still as he stares you down. His incisor digs into his bottom lip with a cruel bite, “What about your dreams?”

You huff, “What part of #1 don’t you get? I literally just told you to suck it. In case you forgot, I cordially invite you to suck it again, #6.” He smiles, but his eyes remain unconvinced. Your face softens, all the muscles and cartilage going gooey with affection, “It was never about Stanford, Stiles. It was about home. Guess it took you going away to figure out home sucks without you. S'not really home at all, actually.”

His lashes flutter slowly as he blinks, shaking his head, tongue running over his teeth as he struggles for air and words in equal measure. You kiss him until he finds them. “I know you don’t believe in it,” Stiles breathes out, “but I don’t think I could survive you being gone. Not again.”

You stroke over the planes of his face and hum thoughtfully, “I believe you wouldn’t want to.” Your shoulder twitches with a quick shrug as you add, “I know I don’t.”

His mouth chases your fingertips, pressing kisses to them every so often, and he closes his eyes heavily—like he hasn’t slept in months, maybe since the night he broke up with you. “These last few months have been just the fuckin’ worst,” he finally manages a smirk after you kiss his nose in agreement, “like a fuckzillion times worse than the summer I broke my leg, and you and Scott signed up for rec soccer without me.”

“You’ve got to let that go,” your voice is high and whiny, and Stiles’s smirk widens, “we didn’t even win any games.” You tickle him, heart leaping into your throat when he laughs and squirms away from your relentless fingers, “Didn’t have our good luck charm with us, obviously.”

“Obviously,” his grin is smug with satisfaction. Stiles tangles your legs together, legs clunking clumsily but that’s just part of the delicious charm, and hooks his chin over your shoulder, “So, Pennypack, huh.”

You nod, “I really don’t want to live in Jersey.”

You can’t see him, but Stiles peers at you, a little dubious, a lot fond. “And it’s not just for me?”

You grin, caught, and shake your head firmly, “Absolutely not.”

“It’s for the cheesesteaks,” his brow arches, and he seems to finally understand when the room becomes a swathe your smile, of your bubbling laughter: He makes you as happy as you make him. 

“Obviously.” You mean, I love you, I love you, I love you, and I never ever want to stop.  Stiles hears it, of course he does, and he says it back, sealing it with a kiss, “Obviously.”

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| thiam — ivy fic. a sneak peak because i can’t shut up about this fic |

Theo shrinks under Liam’s eyes, exposed under the stare of someone looking at him without murder on their mind— no, Liam is looking at him like he wants to dedicate a lifetime to studying him, to figure every inch of him out and make him his greatest achievement.

Theo remembers what it was like, a tiny figure underneath the menacing figures of the dread doctors as they scrutinised him, prodded, poked, pushed and Theo stumbled, losing his balance as he hit the concrete only able to stare up at them until they felt satisfied enough.

Liam looks at him with a lightness to the intensity. Curious but sincere. Theo feels himself breathe, the rattle in his chest at how harshly he brings the air into his lungs and lets his shoulders fall.

“You can sleep here, you know.” Theo says, wanting— needing to change the subject and gestures to the blanket in the middle of them.

Liam arches an eyebrow at the change of pace, he opens his mouth to say something but slams it shut immediately after.

“Here?” Liam asks, looking around but Theo had parked the truck deep behind the trees, in an area so secluded that Liam isn’t even sure what direction the main road is in.

“I’m not going to pull something, Liam.” Theo says, swallowing down the ball in his throat, attempting something resembling a reassuring tone, flipping the top of the bottle open again.

Liam wants to argue, he does but the exhaustion that wears through his body, wrapping itself around his muscles, pushing against his bones loses that argument for him as he grasps at the blanket, bunching it underneath his head.

“I mean it, Raeken. Don’t you dare.” Liam huffs out, it lacks any maliciousness and his words are mostly muffled by the flannel blanket that he’s bundled in his arms but he manages to side—eye Theo one last time before he lets himself succumb to sleep, eyes fluttering between open and closed as he sinks his face into the blanket.

Theo pushes himself to the back of the truck, back pressed up against it and legs stretched out in front of him. Tilting his head back, it’s foggier now, greys melting into the dark blue of the sky, Theo is unable to stop himself stealing a glance at Liam, from listening to his steady heartbeat and cursing how fast his— own is beating.

Liam stirs, reaches out— a hand coming across to rest against Theo’s wrist, fingers twisting into the cuff of Theo’s hoodie sleeve, gripping it tight enough that his knuckles turn white. Theo freezes, flicking his eyes down to it, to Liam practically anchoring him down and loses track of the hours that float by in the process.

At one point, Theo feels himself start to drift off, head lolling to one side when he feels a weight against his side, soft but it’s enough to jolt him upright, eyebrows pulled together as he realises Liam’s head is now against his stomach, face pressed into his forearm.

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HEY POOKIEEE!!

I was wondering if I could get some fluff with Theo, were the reader and him are close friends or dating (Idc) but they live together and the reader is trying to cook and he is just being a nuisance

Anywayyyy love youuuu 😘

-🪼

Sunsetz

A/n: HEY POOKIEEEEEEE!!! I love you more!! I'm gonna try my best to make it what you want since i obviously can't let you beta read it this time, wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise... And a note to everyone else i'm aware i've never stated who and what i'll write for i'm so sorry but i'm gonna work on clearing that up this weekend! Love you all, enjoy!! -Bella <3

Summary: Trying to focus on setting up for a Halloween party with Theo Raeken around might just be the most difficult thing anyone's ever been tasked with.

Pairing: Theo Raeken x reader? idk i don't use Y/n and its in third person sooooo

Warnings: allusions to drug use because i'm a huge Bob Marley fan

Genre: fluff

She should've known better, trying to get things done when he was around. She also should've accounted for the fact that he's more distracting than a traffic cone at midnight when she adopted his procrastinating habits. She had less than 4 hours to cook enough food to feed the congregation of teenagers she was having over for Halloween, and here Theo was, literally sticking his nose in everything.

He stretched his arm across the island, dipping his finger in the bowl of icing she was currently mixing food coloring into, licking it off his finger with a smirk that made her roll her eyes. "He knows exactly what he's doing." she thought to herself, trying to pull the bowl out of reach while simultaneously forcing a "Theo! Quit it, that's gotta be the second time!" through a laugh she failed to stifle. His smile grew as he pulled his finger away from his mouth "Third, actually. Figured third times the charm, but I guess not" he shrugged, his grin never faltering.

She threw him a dead-panned look, furiously mixing the icing when she caught a glimpse of the clock on the stove over his shoulder. Finally she was satisfied with the color, setting the bowl aside and glancing at her recipe, smacking Theo's less than stealthy hand away from the food without a single glance his way. His gaze lingered on her side profile, studying every curve of her face and the flicking of her eyes across the page, his once teasing grin softening into a genuine smile.

She caught his eyes in her peripheral, a soft redness spreading along her neck and a nervous smile gracing her lips. "What?" she questioned, her accusatory tone juxtaposed to the fog he left in her brain. "You're pretty" The confession made her stomach turn, but she ignored the feeling, reaching up and smacking the back of his head. He winced, squeezing his eyes shut at the impact. "Focus, Raeken! You told me you wanted to help." He chuckled at her reaction, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I am helping. I'm moral support." He stated matter-of-factly. She rolled her eyes for what felt like the millionth time that evening "well why don't you take your morals and go support the cookies when they come out of the oven"

Theo raised his eyebrows at her attempt to be witty, but she ignored it, grabbing one of his shoulders and turning his body to face the stove. He heard a drawer open behind him before an oven mitt clocked him in the back. He scoffed, turning to face her again, but her back was already turned towards the rest of her projects. He decided it would be best to be at least a little helpful before he wrecked havoc on their shared kitchen. Theo leaned down and swiped the oven mitt off the tile, begrudgingly pulling the oven door open and setting the hot pan on the stove top.

Now that he was done being helpful for the night, Theo turned back towards his girlfriend, reaching into the bag of flour to her left as quietly as he could. He hesitated for a second, deciding where he should launch his attack on the girl. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he tapped her on the shoulder with his empty hand. The second she turned around, he lightly smacked his flour ridden palm across the entirety of her face, immediately breaking into laughter at her reaction. Neither of their expressions lasted long, as she reached for the flour soon after, clapping large puffs of the substance into his freshly washed hair.

One thing led to another and the pair were grabbing handful after handful of the powder. Soon they, along with the entire kitchen and some of the dining room, looked like they'd seen snow early this year. Finally having enough of the madness, Theo grabbed the girls wrists swiftly, pulling her into his chest and wrapping his own arms around her waist. Theo flashed her his ever-present grin, reaching up to brush some of the flour from her face. In a move somehow more cliche than the last, they both leaned in, studying the others eyes, their lips about to meet. The only thing that broke the two out of their trance was the monstrous ring of the front door bell.

The pairs eyes widened at once, and Theo's smile quickly dropped as they both came to the same conclusion; they were fucked. They stared at each other in shock for a moment before they both broke into obnoxious laughter, neither of them breathing properly when they finally opened the front door to none other than Liam Dunbar, who held a very proud, albeit very confused smile, having heard the commotion from behind the door.

"Looks like baking is on the agenda for all of us this Halloween" He grinned at his own (stupid) joke, pulling a joint out of his pocket and heading for the kitchen, ready to save his two best friends from themselves once again.

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Cause/Effect

Summary: Commisson; Male reader/Theo Raeken, Theo has to know the effect he has on everyone, right?

TW: Smut

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You don’t look up from where you’re reading, Scott had given you a whole list of books and journal entries and text messages, and far too much to catch up on now that you were in the pack. You can almost feel Theo Raeken standing over you. 

When you’d first met him, before you knew about all the supernatural things happening, before you knew what he had become from the doctors, you assumed that he was just cocky and though the was better than everyone else. After learning what had happened, what he’d asked for you assumed it was possible some sort of guilt complex but the longer you spend around him the more you realize he’s just being cocky. 

Stiles had been the one to grumble to you about it first and you’re about to commiserate with him but then he scoffs about how Theo’s bisexual and he only does it since he discovered that the type of guy he likes also likes him back and he’s flirting.

“He’s flirting?” You watch Theo wiping the weights down with a towel.

“Yeah, he’s a cocky asshole, he learned it from Jackson fuckin’ Whittenmore.”

“Lydia’s lizard boyfriend?”

“Mhm, they’d get along better if they didn’t have doctor issues.” Stiles laughs a little and you join, knowing enough to be aware the joke is funny, in a traumatic way, which it feels like most everything is.

You don’t mean to pay more attention to Theo after that but you can’t help it, you’re attracted to him, and having confirmation that he’s actually into guys, that you could have a chance with him. You know he knows because you think he’s been showing off for you. You try your best not to make it obvious and don’t even ask Stiles if you’re being obvious, worried if you have to ask his answer will be yes.

“What do you want, Raeken?” Theo laughs, he knows he’s riled you up enough, knows you’re going to snap at him. He laughs more when you stalk over towards him.

“I may be human but there are things I can do that you’ll never expect.”

“Prove it.” You knew he was going to say it and you smirk a little.

It's clear he's not expecting you to attempt to shove him into the wall. The key word is attempt as you end up barely moving him.

"Better luck next time, pretty kitty." You scowl at the nickname trying not to blush at all. Theo had given it to you after Scott had mentioned how you'd stuck around all of them like a stray cat, after you'd been exposed to the supernatural underworld that covered Beacon Hills. He’d ended up shoving you into the wall instead, shoulders shaking in silent laughter as he moves his hand from your shoulder where he’d shoved you.

He’s watching you and tilts his head like he’s studying you. You’ve never seen him look at you this long and you wonder if this is what Scott meant when he’d mumbled how you’d kept Theo in line.

Theo laughs out loud and you huff a little. He closes his mouth and resumes watching you. You press your lips to his, surprised when he actually stays quiet. You can feel the spike of nerves, that you had gotten it wrong, that he might not be interested in guys that somehow Stiles had lied or Scott had been wrong and you’re about to say sorry but he just smirks and laughs more.

“What’s funny?”

“Well you finally got me to stay quiet, I was hoping if I laughed you’d do it again, or should I do something else?”

“What if we did something else?” You smirk a little and are expecting something to happen but Theo just steps back from you.

“We?”

“Yes? We, as in us doing something together?” You wink and he waits for you to continue.

“What?” You frown a little as he keeps his eyes darting around your body.

“Didn’t think you sucking me off would be considered an ‘us’ thing, since you’re the one doing all the work.” He grins as you blush at him.

“Or would you rather me suck your dick, do all the work?”

“Both?”

“We can’t use the bed, Scott has a ban on supernaturals in his bed unless it’s him.”

“Why would we do ANYTHING in Scott’s bed!!!” You scowl and Theo bites at your neck.

“Hm okay I see why we would…” You trail off as he rocks his hips against yours and you can feel his dick pressing on your thigh.

“So, you want to break the rules? I thought you were supposed to be reformed and all that.” You tease and Theo growls into your ear.

“Only if we break the bed.” He tugs you towards Scott’s room. 

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♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags/Warnings: mentions of rape, mentions of murder, explicit content ♞Words: 6233 ♞BTHB - Breaking a Promise | Kinktober '23 - Cock Warming

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this thing between us

“You’re fucking yourself up like this.”

Stiles closes his eyes and lets out a breath. It’s almost five in the morning. His body aches, he hasn’t eaten in almost a day, and all he wants is to collapse into his bed. He doesn’t need a lecture from Theo Raeken of all people. Scoffing, Stiles shoves his key into the lock. “You always preferred the fucked-up version of me.” His door clicks open, and he pushes it out of the way of his escape.

“You know that’s not true.” Theo gets to his feet.

Stiles considers slamming the door in his face, but the thing about Theo is, he used to appreciate a lot of his persistence. “What are you doing here?” Although his first question should’ve probably been ‘how did you find me?’. But this is Theo, and Theo always finds a way. It was just a matter of time until they crossed paths again.

Dodging questions is another of Theo’s strange talents. “Why do you keep doing that?”

“Because the tips are fantastic.” Stiles turns around, trying to fill out the doorway as much as he can. Theo doesn’t need to get the impression he’s allowed in.

The message seems to be clear because Theo’s expression darkens with annoyance. But the worst part is, Theo still looks hot as hell and so much better than anyone Stiles has ever hooked up with in the past four years. “You don’t need the money,” he accuses in a hushed tone.

“And since when do you know what I need?” Stiles knows he’s right. After everything that has happened, he doesn’t have to lift a finger for the rest of his life — he doesn’t have any friends or family either. So, what good does all of this money do? It doesn’t erase the memories. It doesn’t stop the nightmares from finding him in the darkness. It doesn’t prevent people from whispering about him behind his back. “I haven’t seen you in almost five years, and now you’re here, acting like— acting like you’re my savior or some shit.” He’s been alone for too long now, he doesn’t need anyone; especially not Theo.

Drawing his brows together, Theo studies him for a moment. “You’re drunk.”

“Stellar conclusion.” Stiles rolls his eyes, “if only I drank alcohol.” And that’s true, although it’s not always easy as a bartender when everyone else around him is hammered.

Theo uncrosses his arms. The worry carved onto his handsome features makes Stiles want to punch him. “Did you take something?” As if he couldn’t be any more condescending. Looks like the past few years without him caused Theo to pick up some of his mother’s annoying mannerisms.

“I haven’t slept in 48 hours, I’m starving, and I just had mind-blowing sex—“ which isn’t entirely true, but Theo doesn’t need to know that “—not that that’s any of your business, by the way.” Although Stiles knows he doesn’t need to explain himself to Theo or anyone, really, he cannot deny himself the petty revenge — and he knows it hit home, can see it in the way a flash of pain cuts through the worry on Theo’s face. If only it would make Stiles feel any better or could undo what happened to and between them.

Unsurprisingly, Theo doesn’t deign this with a response. Instead, he doesn’t hesitate and wrestles Stiles into the apartment. It doesn’t take him a second to overpower him, easily forcing Stiles back enough so he can kick the door closed with his foot — like he owns the place.

“Get the fuck out,” Stiles snaps, nearly elbowing Theo in the face as he wrenches himself free from his ex-boyfriend’s all too familiar grasp. It’s a shame he missed.

The light flickers on. Theo neither moves nor reacts when he’s faced with a flight of stairs. He shoots Stiles a look before climbing them, making it abundantly clear he’s not going to leave any time soon. Because why would he? He’s Theo Raeken after all. Beloved and cheered on by his adoring fans. Everybody loves him. Everybody wants to be with him — even the person he hurt the most by breaking his fucking promise.

Stiles hates how much he still yearns for his touch.

Too tired to fight him or deal with the cops, Stiles shoves past Theo and hurries up the stairs. He hates them with a passion, especially after long nights, but they’re a pretty good advantage if someone decides to break in.

“So, what. You let random strangers fuck you for a few extra bucks every night?” There it is. Of course, Theo couldn’t just let it go. Five years, and the jealousy is still as strong as it used to be.

Stiles spins around at the top of the stairs. The moment Theo popped up at his bar, he should’ve had him kicked out. But that probably would have caused even more issues. “Are you pissed about me having sex, or are you pissed it wasn’t you who bent me over the bar and fucked me?”

Theo’s face darkens, which is already answer enough. As well as he may be able to hide his feelings, anger has never been an emotion he could control. “I’m not here to argue,” Theo tells him coolly as he steps onto the main floor. His gaze scans the room, slowly traveling from the immaculate and pretty much unused kitchenette, to the dining table with a bowl of fruit, the clean couch and empty coffee table, and the little office in front of the French windows.

Stiles can see the things Theo is seeing, the black exposed brick walls, the half empty shelves, the way his loft apartment doesn’t seem to be lived in if it weren’t for the clothes thrown over the steps of the ladder leading to the bedroom, and the mouth wash by the sink. No pictures. No personal items. Nothing that needs to be packed in case of a hurried departure.

“I’m going to bed,” he says, kicking his sneakers under the coffee table. “Make sure to be gone when I wake up.”

“You need help.”

Stiles whips around, and Theo can only consider himself lucky, he doesn’t own anything he could potentially throw at him right now. “No,” he snaps. “I needed you. Needed. You hear that? Past tense. So, you can fuck off.”

Theo’s anger visibly deflates. “Stiles—“

“You know what I needed? You, keeping your promise five years ago.” Stiles advances on Theo, and he’s never realized how much he wanted to get everything off his chest. “I needed you by my side, but instead you’re in your private clinic while I’m being stitched up and sent home. I was fucking alone, and you didn’t bother returning a single call or text. Instead of getting through everything together like you promised, I got a money-hungry guardian who sold the rights to my life to a journalist who gets off on other people’s trauma. I had to get a lawyer who couldn’t do anything to stop the publication of the book, but hey, at least I got a bunch of money while my worst nightmare is being read and discussed by people I’ve never seen. So, I was eighteen, and I was alone because my friends and family have been slaughtered by a fucking psychopath. I fired the person who got paid to make sure I stay alive, and the person who I thought loved me hadn’t bothered to talk to me in over a year.” Sties shoves Theo, and Theo doesn’t do anything. He merely stumbles back a couple of steps, catching himself on the railing. “I moved to LA only for your cunt of a sister to release the snuff film her psycho fiancé filmed. Just that he didn’t get to kill me like he wanted to. No, instead the world gets to see how I stab him twenty-five times. I packed my shit up again and moved to New York, and after I went through all of this by myself, you have the fucking nerve to come here, take one look at my life and decide I need help?” Stiles grabs Theo by the collar of his expensive leather jacket and slams him against the kitchen counter. “Your fucking family ruined everything for me. I’m 21. I should have a college degree. I should be on the way to the FBI, but do you think they’d hire the guy who stabbed someone over twenty times? No, they don’t. Not when the world doubts it happened in self-defense because Tara only released what she wanted the public to see.” Taking a shaky breath, Stiles yanks Theo closer. “So, get the fuck out of my life.”

Tears start burning in his eyes, but the last thing he wants is allowing Theo to see how he really feels. Stiles shoves him once more for good measure and turns around. Part of him hoped he would feel better after finally getting to tell Theo most of the shit he wanted to throw in his face for years. But he isn’t. Not even a little bit.

Stiles is about to climb the ladder to his bedroom when Theo finds his voice again. “I never knew.” His voice is soft, almost inaudible.

It makes Stiles stop in his tracks regardless. “I wonder why,” he mutters under his breath, fingers tightening around the ladder. Just move. Still, his body refuses to cooperate. Something keeps him drawn to Theo, like a part of him refuses to let him go. Stiles lets out a breath. “Knew what?” But he knows the answer, deep down, he knows exactly what Theo is going to tell him.

“That you tried to contact me.”

Stiles lets go of the ladder and decides to collapse onto the couch instead, face in his hands. He’s tired and exhausted and not even close to ready to have this conversation. His life got turned upside-down five years ago, but his wounds are still bleeding as if it happened mere hours ago.

Theo crouches in front of him, one hand gently placed on Stiles’ knee — a touch just as familiar as the pain. “You were the first person I asked for when I woke up. My parents said you didn’t want to see me, and when I finally got my phone—“

“I had changed my number.” Stiles crosses his arms over his thighs. “I didn’t want to believe your parents when they told me you thought it would be better to go separate ways, but the silence from you… it got to my head.” Perhaps he should’ve tried harder. Perhaps he was the one who broke their promise.

Theo is shaking his head lightly, gaze fixed on something over Stiles’ shoulder. “I never saw any calls or texts… I don’t…” He draws his eyebrows together and looks at Stiles again. “I don’t understand why they would delete them.” When it comes to trusting Stiles or his parents, Theo doubts his family.

It should make Stiles feel good, instead he feels hollow, like someone carved out every single emotion. Theo never particularly liked his parents because they had his life planned out for him, yet he never distrusted them, always believed that they wanted what’s best for him. Becoming a famous football player deviates from that what they wanted. So, his parents either changed their tune after almost losing him, or Theo stood up to them.

Stiles smiles, and he knows it looks as empty as he feels. The Raekens didn’t want their son to pursue a career in football, and they had very specific expectations for his partner — expectations Stiles didn’t even come close to. “Theo,” he says in a soft voice, cupping the other man’s cheeks, “your parents despised me.” While they never cared for Theo dating a guy, they very much disliked that said boy was not from the same social bracket and struggled with ADHD and anxiety, which was decided not up to their standards.

“They never said anything.”

“To your face.” Stiles bites his bottom lip and puts his hands in his lap, tugging at a loose thread at the hem of his hoodie. Swallowing heavily, Stiles looks down at his fingers. “Do you know why… he did what he did?” All those years, he can’t bring himself to say the name. It’s easier to think about him in describing factors.

Tara’s fiancé.

He.

The monster.

Theo grabs his hands, squeezing his fingers gently. The touch alone makes Stiles’ heart beat in a way it hasn’t in a long time — almost like it just now remembers how to be alive. “He had a criminal record.” Which really begs the question why he was welcomed into the Raeken family with open arms, after all, his criminal record was impressive. Then again, he came from a family with old money, and boys that age simply make mistakes. Nothing to worry about. Theo squeezes his hands softly. “People think he wanted to get back at your father… but it doesn’t make any sense because…” Theo trails off, unable to look Stiles in the eye any longer.

It’s something people tend to do mid-conversation when they suddenly realize who their bartender really is. Theo doing it hurts more than he’s ready to admit. He swallows the pain, something he’s accustomed to do. “Because why keep me for last?” Stiles finishes the question in a hoarse whisper. The tears threaten to return, and he pulls away from Theo, curling into the corner of his couch he’s always hiding in when thing become bad. His throat aches with unspilled tears, but he can’t stop. Not now. Not when he can finally say all the things he’s buried for too long. “Your mother knows the truth.” Stiles wraps his arms around his shins, pulling his legs to his chest. “You can ask her.”

“My mother?” Theo repeats slowly, drawing his brows together in confusion.

Stiles nods, staring at a single drop of coffee in the white fabric he’s never noticed before.

“Why would my mother know?” Theo stands up and sits down next to him, the dip in the cushion almost causing Stiles to fall into him.

He curls his fingers into his jeans, barely resisting the urge to get up and leave. Where would he go? Where could he go knowing exactly what’s going to happen in a matter of minutes? The dam broke open. This isn’t the first time. It won’t be the last. The memories will return whether Stiles says it out loud or not. “Do you remember Tara’s 21st birthday?” Every word feels as if it is ripped out of his throat.

Theo nods slowly. “You left that night. I still don’t know why.”

Taking another shaky breath, Stiles keeps his gaze fixed on the coffee stain. He can’t look at Theo, not now. “I excused myself to the bathroom because I needed a break from everyone.” Social gatherings still get to him. His job as a bartender doesn’t make it easy to deal with but the bar separating him from everyone else helps. “He followed me upstairs.”

Next to him, Theo stiffens — either because he remembers that night, or because he can tell where this story is going.

“I went into your room. I didn’t lock the door.” Why would he? Why? At that point, Stiles didn’t need to be afraid. He licks his lips, curls his fingers tighter into his jeans. “He found me there. At first, he was sweet and understanding. He tried to coax me back down… but then—“ The words get stuck in his throat, choking him; one of the dirty secrets nobody is allowed to hear.

“Miecio.” There’s a crack in Theo’s voice, cutting the nickname in half Stiles hasn’t heard in more than five years. Fingers dance ghostlike over Stiles’ back, waiting for a reaction, for permission. Theo understands what he’s trying to tell him.

“Your mother came upstairs. That’s when he stopped.” His knuckles turn white, his joints aching from the pressure. The coffee stain is the only thing he sees. “I tried telling her what happened. She told me to leave before I ruined her daughter’s party. So, I left, and I didn’t tell anyone, and eight days later, Melissa found her son’s body on the front porch.” Stiles wishes he could point a finger at Theo’s mother, blaming her for his secret, for the silence that killed everyone he loved.

Almost everyone.

Theo cups his cheeks again, gently tilting his head and forcing Stiles to look at him. “This isn’t your fault.” He knows him too well, knows the inner working of his mind — sometimes better than Stiles does himself. “You couldn’t have known.” But Theo doesn’t know the whole story, and he certainly doesn’t know the ending.

The memory hits hard, but it doesn’t come out of nowhere. It does, what it always does when his mind can’t stop wandering; wrecking him.

Stiles tears away from Theo and rushes to the sink, throwing up bile and guilt, but the memory claws itself into every fiber of Stiles’ being, refusing to leave, ready to make him suffer for the rest of his life. It burns his body with shame, and it’s something he can never purge, no matter how many strangers he’s going to fuck in the back of his bar.

In an instant, Theo is by his side, trying to calm and comfort him. But there’s nothing he can do, nothing to stop the memories from coming back, from reality crashing in on him like an avalanche.

When the worst is over, Stiles runs the water and rinses his mouth with the mouthwash until he can’t taste the bile burning on his tongue any longer. Then he collapses in the corner of his kitchen, the one space in his apartment that lets him see everything and pulls his legs to his chest again. He really hoped the high of an orgasm would help him through the night. It barely lasted long enough to get home.

Theo kneels next him, brushing sweaty strand from Stiles’ forehead. “Something else happened that night,” he says, and his voice is even, almost as hollow as Stiles felt mere moments earlier. “And my sister knows.”

For a long time, Stiles wanted to tell Theo exactly how fucked up his family is. Theo’s always been aware they’re far from perfect, but Stiles doubts he knew how far they’d really go to protect their reputation. Now, that he knows the truth, Stiles doesn’t feel any better — not with the flashbacks, and most likely not without them.

Stiles leans against Theo, pressing his face against his chest. Then he’s in Theo’s arms, shuddering, curling his fingers into his soft shirt. A strong contrast to the rough hands tearing off his pants and boxer briefs, rolling him round and pressing his face against the dirty floor, an arm’s length away from Theo bleeding out. He told him Stiles could save his life as long as he behaved. So, he whispered, “okay,” and didn’t make another sound, didn’t dare to move as the monster claimed his body, tainting him for the rest of his life. But that was okay as long as he got to keep Theo. Because that’s what he promised; Stiles’ body for Theo’s life. It seemed like a simple trade at that time.

Theo rocks him softly, protecting him from ghosts.

“We’re going to get through this,” he had promised, bleeding from his wounds. None of them lethal. They were supposed to kill him only if Stiles didn’t behave.

“You promised,” Stiles whispers.

Because he behaved. Stiles behaved. He said so too only to decide that Theo needed to die anyway. It would be better that way, he’d said.

To this day, Stiles doesn’t know why the knife was left on the ground next to him. Maybe he thought Stiles to be too broken to do anything. But he forced himself to move, and he got dressed, grabbed the knife, and hid it behind his back.

You promised.

The words ring in Stiles’ ears, making it impossible to understand anything Theo is saying to soothe him.

Because he’s stuck in the past, stuck with Tara’s fiancé crouching in front of him, smiling as if he’s won their little game. Stiles didn’t smile back. He rammed the knife into his throat instead. He still remembers the feeling of the warm blood on his face just as much as the rage that took a hold of him as he stabbed him twenty-four more times before he collapsed, unable to move for what feels like an eternity.

Just like he is now.

Theo kisses the top of his head. “I’m here,” he whispers reassuringly. “I’m not going to leave, okay?” It’s a promise he’s heard before, a promise that was broken by outside force — it’s a broken promise, nonetheless. But Theo’s arms feel safe, and Stiles wants to believe him, wants to trust that this time nothing is going to come between them again. “How about you go to bed, and I find something to eat for you?”

“Sure,” Stiles whispers, although he’s neither hungry nor tired, however, he’s aware when people need a minute to breathe. Theo’s life has been crumbling too when Stiles was having his mental breakdown. His life will be falling apart for a little longer while the truth carves its place.

Stiles gets to his feet, Theo’s hand secure at the small of his back, and then he crosses the room, alone and feeling just as empty as every single day of his life.

Upstairs, Stiles tosses his clothes in the hamper and slips into his sweatpants. He doesn’t go to bed though, instead he crouches by the opening, listening to Theo looking through his kitchen. For a few moments, that’s all he hears.

Then Theo’s icy voice cuts through the apartment. “I don’t give a shit about how early it is, Tara.”

Stiles swallows and backs away. He should’ve known. Squeezing his eyes shut, Stiles curls into bed, trying his very best to block out Theo’s voice. It should be easy. Theo doesn’t yell when he’s angry after all. But his cold tone crawls into his consciousness, and there is nothing Stiles can do about it.

“You know exactly what video I’m talking about.” A drawer slams shut, the only outbreak Theo will allow himself to have. A Raeken does not lose his temper. They are composed and always in control of the situation. That’s why Theo is made of repressed rage. “Tell me what he did, and don’t you dare lie to me.”

Biting back a sob, Stiles curls into a ball and pulls the blanket over his head. That’s how the monsters stay away. He covers his ears with his hands. That’s how Theo’s words won’t reach him.

That’s how he stays until the mattress dips.

Stiles lowers his arms, moving the blanket enough that he spots the sandwich Theo placed on his nightstand. He doesn’t say anything, neither does Stiles. Both waiting for what will happen next. Theo told him he wouldn’t leave, but that was something he said before he knew the full extent of what happened.

The mattress dips again. This time, Theo is crawling into bed with him, slipping under the blanket and back into his life as he wraps an arm around Stiles’ middle. His warmth and body are familiar, safe, a remnant from a time that was easier, happier, hopeful.

Sleep refuses to come regardless. Theo doesn’t fall asleep either, Stiles can tell by the way his body never fully relaxes, and how he tries to breathe softly enough as if not to startle him. With the truth out in the open, Theo considers him fragile. Stiles wonders what the world would think about him if they knew the whole story.

When the first rays of sunshine find their way into his bedroom, Stiles turns around only to find Theo already looking back at him. “Hey,” he whispers.

Theo’s eyes crinkle slightly. “Hi.”

Stiles watches as the soft morning light draws patterns on Theo’s cheek. He traces one, unable to stop himself, and smiles as blue eyes flutter shut. He looks peaceful like this, as if nothing bad ever happened in his life. But his body speaks a different language. Stiles trails his fingers down Theo’s chest, eyes never straying from his face when he finds his scars; scars he got because of Stiles, because he’s stubborn and needed to learn which battles to pick.

Before he can talk himself out of it, Stiles kisses Theo. Everything from the shape of his lips to the way they fit against his makes his whole body ache — and Theo kisses him back, arm tightening around his waist. The familiarity is breathtaking. Suddenly, no time has passed. They’re in Stiles’ bedroom, trying to be quiet, trying not to wake his dad.

But when Stiles slips his fingertips underneath the waistband of Theo’s boxer briefs, he grabs his wrist and stops him inches away from his dick. He doesn’t pull away. Not yet, at least. “What are you doing?” he asks, lips moving against Stiles’.

Drown out the memories. Reclaim his past, his body. Trying to be whole. “What do you think?” Stiles replies instead, casual, like this is something that happens every other day. It doesn’t. Not like this. People don’t usually stop him when he tries to hook up with them. Usually, they can’t fuck him fast enough. Theo used to be like that. He couldn’t get inside him fast enough, and usually, he enjoyed his afterglow still buried deep inside of him.

This is new.

Stiles doesn’t like new.

Theo pulls away, not far, just enough to study his face. “Stiles…”

“I’m not broken.” Stiles dragged himself out of the gutter too many times to be broken. He won’t deny that he’s damaged, but he is fine. After all, he has survived so far – and most of it, he did on his own. Stiles doesn’t need to be coddled, especially not by Theo; not years after everything has already blown up in their faces. 

Smiling, Theo brushes his thumb over the back of Stiles’ neck. A soothing gesture. The exact opposite of what he needs. “I know.”

“Do you?” Stiles yanks his hand free and sits up, anger and shame and desperation swirling inside of him. This is why he fucks strangers. Commitment causes issues. Commitment means people look at him and see him for how fucked up he really is. Commitment means allowing someone in the way he let Theo in, and Stiles can’t go through that again. “Maybe you should leave.” Stiles closes his eyes and falls back into the mattress.

Theo rolls over and leans over him. “I don’t think so,” he whispers before bending down again and crashes their mouths together. It’s too hard, a bit to clumsy, not the way Theo would usually kiss him. But there’s something desperate in the way clings to him; almost like he’s afraid that if he lets go, Stiles will force him out.

Perhaps he would.

But Stiles is just as desperate for this than Theo. “Good,” he mutters into the kiss, pushing a hand between them again. This time, Theo doesn’t stop him when he reaches for his dick. “Then fuck me like you mean it.”

Theo shudders above him, either because of his words or because Stiles is dragging his thumb over the tip of his dick. He still remembers what Theo enjoys, what gets him hard the fastest, how to wrap him around his little finger and make him cum so hard he forgets his own name. Today, however, isn’t about Theo.

And Theo is aware of that.

He pulls away and grabs Stiles’ waist, easily turning him onto his stomach. “Lube,” he commands in a low voice as he pulls him onto his knees. There’s nothing particularly gentle about it, not his touch, not the way he opens Stiles’ pants and yanks them over his ass, or the way presses a finger against his rim.

This time, Stiles shudders and closes his eyes. It’s easy to forget how well Theo knows his body too. He needs a few seconds to remember that he’s supposed to grab lube. Although Stiles doesn’t take anyone home with him, he keeps a bottle of lube in the box next to the bed. He pushes the lid open just enough to push his hand in, fingers brushing over pill bottles before he manages to fish out the lube, which he tosses unceremoniously at Theo.

The hands vanish from his ass, and Stiles uses the time to get rid of his clothes. In his hopeless dreams, his reunion with Theo always ended up being a bit softer, full of longing and love. There’s love still, somewhere deep inside of him, but as of right now, there’s lust and despair, the desire to drown with hard sex what he’d usually use pills for.

Theo’s hand returns, grip tight on his hip and stilling Stiles, as two wet fingers push against his rim without any hesitation. He pushes into him until his second knuckle, making a sound that’s somewhere between annoyance and want. It’s not too hard to figure out that Theo’s thoughts are wandering to what he saw earlier tonight.

‘Your fault,’ Stiles wants to say, but he merely groans and pushes his face into his pillow. “Warn a guy,” he utters against the fabric, sounding way too breathless already. They’ve barely started.

Theo huffs and pulls his fingers back. There is even less softness now that Theo is clearly pissed off at Stiles sleeping around – as if he has any right to be angry or hurt. Nobody forced him to watch. He’s free to leave. But he doesn’t. He stays and buries himself in Stiles with a quiet grunt. When they’re pressed together so close nothing could fit between them, Theo stills, and Stiles reminds himself to breathe because he forgot how good it felt to have Theo inside him.

There used to be a time when Stiles could relax like this after a stressful day. Sometimes, he even managed to fall asleep with Theo balls deep inside of him – for a while, at least. Usually, he woke up to his boyfriend’s resolve breaking.

Ex-boyfriend.

Stiles licks his lips and looks over his shoulder, watching Theo staring down at him. “Do you need any help?” he asks and quirks a brow. “Or are you going to fuck me anytime soon?”

For a few heavy heartbeats, Theo simply looks at him, eyes almost searching for something. His lips curl into a disapproving line as he isn’t successful – and then he pulls back, only to snap his hips forward in a way that’s so familiar, so achingly hard, so right. Theo fucks him confidently and without further hesitation. His mouth explores every inch of Stiles’ body he cans reach – as if he doesn’t know him inside out. His fingers leave marks, reclaiming ownership of something he thought has left him.

But it’s worse.

Someone stole it.

The desperation and anger are clear in every thrust, in the way his fingers press into his skin, short nails digging in enough to leave little half-moons.

It’s hurts just right. The edge of pain making him harder than he’s been in the past few years – since he’s lost Theo. There could probably something be said about him, said about the way this type of sex feels so much better than all the other random hook-ups with strangers in the back of his bar. Maybe it’s the pain, or maybe it’s simply Theo; his body remembering everything.

His name rolls over Theo’s tongue, and this hurts in a different way. It cuts deeper, memories cursing him, a future that could never be trying to drag him under.

Stiles bites into his pillow and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to match Theo’s thrust as best as he can. Although he doesn’t have to do much. The hands holding his waist in an iron grip are doing the work for him. They’re having sex, yes, but in a way, they both are chasing their very own needs that simply seem to line up in some way.

Theo keeps fucking him in the same all but violent pace. Hips snapping forward, slapping against his own with an almost obscene sound, and nailing his prostate with almost every thrust.

Stiles spits the pillow out, propping himself up enough that he can see. A gasp escapes him, every sound punched out of him by Theo's dick. He grabs his own, fingers cool against the hot skin. Opening his mouth, Stiles watches the muscles in Theo’s thighs work, how his fingers dig deeper into his skin – as if he’s scared, he might vanish. Theo is chasing something, something he lost years ago, something Stiles gave away to protect him.

Part of him hopes he’ll find it again.

Maybe it’s better if he doesn’t.

Squeezing his eyes closed, Stiles moves his hands up and down his dick, fingers tightening near the tip. He’s chasing his release, the moments of freedom it gives him from his thoughts.

His muscles tighten when Theo’s thrust turn shallow, more irregular, and he’s so fucking close to cum. But Theo beats him to it. He moans his name, a sound somewhere between a curse and a moan.

Stiles cusses under his breath, struggling to keep up on his legs and arm with Theo’s weight splayed on top of him. He’s jerking himself off, desperate for his orgasm. His brain all but short-circuits when it finally hits him. For a few blissful moments, Stiles is in heaven – no thoughts, no memories, just his body, unchained.

Perhaps that’s part of the reason he’s chasing this so much.

But the return to earth is never fun.

This time, however, Stiles feels Theo’s hands brushing over his sides, his mouth placing soft kisses over his back, on his shoulders, the very bottom of the nape of his neck. He’s also still buried deep inside of him.

Stiles lets out a breath. For the first time, he prefers that his hook up hasn’t moved an inch. He embraces the weight of his body on top of his, although he’s gained some muscles in the past few years while Stiles isn’t much more than skin and bones. “Theo,” he says anyway, trying to get the word ‘move’ out of his mouth but it refuses to pass his lips. Things can’t be like they were before. Theo can promise him to stay all he wants, too much has happened, too much has changed. Stiles is too much.

But he can’t bring himself to end it.

Very carefully, Theo eases them both on their sides without pulling out. “What happens now?”

Stiles closes his eyes. So much for his afterglow. “You go back to being a football star, I go back to fucking myself up further. Everyone’s happy.” The lie burns on his tongue, but it’s easier to pretend than to open himself up emotionally only to lose Theo again. He’s not going to survive that. It’ll be a miracle if he survives this night.

“What if I don’t want that?” Theo runs his left hand up his chest, resting it above his heart. “I didn’t come here to walk away from you again.” His breath is hot on the back of his neck, the arm around him pulling him closer. 

Despite himself, Stiles grabs Theo’s hand and intertwines their fingers. It comes so easy, so natural. “You don’t want that.” He would like to pretend it’s more instinct than his fear of losing Theo as well. Everything with Theo feels so natural, like nothing ever happened, like they’ve never been apart for even a fucking second. “My life’s a shitshow, and the world’s going to drag you into it.” I’m going to drag you into it a nightmare.

Theo kisses his shoulder. “I don’t care.”

“Don’t—“ There’s a part of him that wants to pull away, to get out of bed, but Stiles doesn’t want to lose the feeling of Theo against his back or his dick inside of him – despite a bit of cum sticking to his thigh, cooling against his skin.

“I promised we’d get through this together,” Theo whispers, running his fingers up and down Stiles’ sternum.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Even though it still feels like it. Five years of believing Theo simply dropped him aren’t going to vanish overnight. Stiles places his hand on top of Theo’s again, squeezing his fingers tightly.

Theo kisses his shoulder, lips curling into a smile against his skin. “I’m never going to leave you again.”

“It’s not worth it.” Stiles can see the headlines, can already tell what the world is going to think if their golden boy is seen with him. The stories they spin. They’re going to dig deep. They’re going to find out Theo’s been there too; keeping his name out of the media is the one thing Stiles and the Raekens could agree on.

But Theo pulls him closer, body so warm and safe and comforting. “You’re worth it. You’re worth everything and more.” 

Stiles hums and closes his eyes, allowing himself to believe Theo.

At least for one day.

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[finishwhatyoustarted-event]

Chapter Champions

Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, there are just too many words to complete in two months. I want to celebrate everyone who posted chapters to ongoing works during this event! You didn't get to check off that "completed" tic box, but you DID finish a big chunk of work!! Congratulations!

If you made chapter progress and you don't see your work listed here, send me a message! It may have slipped through the cracks

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Dark Phantom by sasuhina_gal

Posted chapters 14 through 16! - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia - shouto/izuku, Inko/Toshinori, one sided Inko/Hisashi Midoriya, minor one sided Momo/Izuku, minor Aizawa/Mic, izuku & Inko & Toshinori, shouto & dabi, Shouto & Fuyumi & Natsuo, Shouto & Hawks, Izuku & Hawks, Shouto & Orignal Charaecters - Temporary Major Charaecter Death, Minor Charaecter Death, Blood, Ghosts, Danny Phanton AU, cannon child abuse, PDA between Izuku and Shouto, Nightmares, Mind Control - Rated T - "~He's gonna catch 'em all, 'cause he's Dark Phantom, Gonna catch 'em all, 'cause he's Dark Phantom, Gonna catch 'em all, 'cause he's Dark Phantom!~ But, no, seriously, to Izuku, ghosts were just something his parents studied and his best friend Shouto had the ability to see. He never thought much of it, at least until he became one. Now he has to figure out his powers all while hiding this from his parents, trying to ask his best friend out, deal with another half ghost who either wants him dead or just wants him and the everyday perils of high school. But under all this are nightmares that plague Shouto. Nightmares of Izuku being killed and a ghost or being in blue flames. With his ghosts problems, Shouto’s at home life and nightmares and everything that life is throwing at him, Izuku's hoping this second chance at life will be worth it in the end."

Origami Heart by sasuhina_gal

First chapter is rewritten! - Harry Potter - Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Viktor Krum - Durmstrang!Draco - Not Rated - "Inspired by sadfishkid's and remwrites5 AU, the story of Draco attending Durmstrang and coming with his school to the TriWlzard Tournament. Here Harry realises he's bi, he falls for Draco and tries to keep Ron happy, all while trying to survive the crap fest the school gave him this year, trying to survive the TriWizard Tournament."

The New Bi by Akinasky

Posted chapter 13! - NSFW: explicit language - Teen Wolf - Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd/ Isaac Lahey/Erica Reyes, Allison Argent/ Lydia Martin, Allison Argent & Derek Hale - Slow Build Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Inspired by New Girl (TV 2011), Abusive Theo Raeken, Bad Friend Scott McCall, Bad Pack Alpha Scott McCall, Canon-Typical Violence, Werewolf Mates, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Past Sexual Abuse of Derek Hale by Kate Argent, Warning: Kate Argent, Past Sexual Abuse of Derek Hale by Jennifer Blake - Rated M - "New Girl AU that no one asked for. Stiles gets cheated on by Theo and moves in with three girls - Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura and Laura Hale (later Cora Hale) Note: Stiles is basically estranged from everyone in Beacon Hills except Lydia."

Defender Of Dragons by TheStarGayzingEtherian

Posted chapters 3 through 7! - NSFW: sexual content, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Deatj- She-Ra and the Princesses of Power - Adora/Catra, Bow/Glimmer, Entrapta/ Hordak, Lonnie/Scorpia - Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Knight Adora (She-Ra), Queen Catra, Trans Adora, Swords & Sorcery, Magic, but not like a lot of it, Action/Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Character Death, Blood and Violence, Smut, Still Canon Species, Friends to Lovers - Rated E - "When brave young knight Adora and her mentor Mara receive a mysterious message telling them to come to the Whispering Woods, they find themselves reunited with an old friend, Catra, Princess of the Magicats. Catra has sought out their aid on an important quest to save the last of her people. However, this will not be an easy quest, as vicious enemies seek to destroy the Magicats and claim their secrets. Taking up the quest, Adora will have to brave great hardship if she is to succeed… and maybe, she and Catra will find some love along the way. (Catradora, Medieval Fantasy AU)"

When Wang Yibo Met Xiao Zhan by OverthinkingThis

posted 7 chapters through 11! - NSFW - The Untamed (TV) RPF, Chinese Actor RPF - Wang Yi Bo/Xiao Zhan | Sean - Strangers to Lovers, Lovers to Friends, Friends to Not-Friends, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - When Harry Met Sally (1989) Fusion, Idol Wang Yi Bo, Graphic Designer Xiao Zhan | Sean, Romantic Comedy, Road Trips, Mutual Pining, There Was Only One Bed, genre-typical levels of misunderstandings, genre-typical levels of angst - Rated M - “Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan get to know each other during a disastrous cross-country road trip, and it kicks off a years-long journey of annoyance, friendship, love, and everything in between. OR: Can these two hot guys ever be just friends?”

All Bones and a Beating Heart by Edai

Posted chapters 1 through 8! - NSFW - Naruto - Akimichi Chouji/Nara Shikamaru, Background Akimichi Chouji/Hyuuga Hinata, Akimichi Chouji & Nara Shikamaru & Yamanaka Ino, Nara Shikamaru & Nara Yoshino - Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Some Fluff, HIV/AIDS, Depression, OCD, Eating Disorder, Grief/Mourning, Codependency, Therapy, Polyamorous Relationships, Cigarette Smoking, Weed Smoking - Rated M - “The statement should have been something like an explosion. A loud bang breaking the structural integrity of the room they are both sitting in and drawing cracks along the walls. It should have been immense, all-encompassing and destructive. Yet it is just that. A sentence said in the unremarkable enclosure of a doctor’s office. Short and flat, as anti-climactic as it comes, and leaving him feeling so entirely empty of any sort of reaction “Your HIV screening came back positive.””

[azraphels]

I figured that since Theo won't be in the movie, and it's been a long time so everyone has their own life and is happy and blah blah blah, then Theo might have moved out of Beacon Hills too, is happy and has changed his life. Even if he's not with Liam, I hope Theo is happy somewhere in the world and that everything he's been through he's gotten over and he can live with himself not feeling guilty about his sister's death anymore. I only hope that Theo is happy because even after all he has done he did not deserve to suffer so much.

I just hope that he no longer sleeps inside his truck, that he has studied, gone to college and found someone who accepts him as he is and doesn't just use him as a weapon to fight evil people as he did with Scott's pack.

I hope he has found what he was looking for, a pack, a family, everything he was deprived of from an early age. I hope he's OK and that he hasn't destroyed himself with guilt, that he's happy, that he has love and that he has someone to fight for and not give up even if that's not Liam.

I just hope he's happy because he's a fantastic character, he's got a story that hasn't been developed much in the series but you can see how much he's suffered and how much he just wants someone to hold on to and not keep it all inside and slowly die from the suffering.

Although Jeff Davis most likely couldn't give a shit about Theo Raeken after they led us on and after they didn't even call Cody Christian.

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

Maybe a Theo Raeken x Male Reader? Where Theo likes the reader, but he's nervous to ask him out on a date because he's never dated another guy before. He realizes he has to do it soon because a guy starts flirting with the reader and getting reciprocated by him. I really liked your fanfics and I plan to request many more~

Nervous - Theo Raeken x Male Reader

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted, let me know what you think and I hope you like it and I'm glad you enjoy my fics 💖

Theo stood by his locker with the rest of the pack, hearing Stiles ramble on about the suspicious murder case his father was investigating, but he was busy focusing on someone else. A few metres away, Y/n was at his locker switching books for his next lesson while talking to a girl from his class. Y/n was busying talking to Jess both laughing, before Y/n turned his attention to his locker again. “You know, Theo has been looking at you for quite some time now.” Jess informed Y/n causing him to blush.

Y/n looked around and found Theo’s eyes, he smiled before giving him a shy wave. Theo’s face formed a smile back and he gave a wave back, Y/n shut his locker and walked to his next class with blush coated cheeks. Theo still stood staring at where Y/n was. “Theo!” a voice spoke pulling Theo out of his dazed state, his eyes returning to the pack who were looking at him. “You okay, dude?” Scott asked, worried as he placed his hand on Theo’s shoulder.

“He’s fine, he was just busy Y/n-watching per usual.” Lydia revealed, smirking, fully aware of Theo’s crush on the boy. “It’s true, you can smell the attraction. It’s suffocating.” Malia confirmed, smelling Theo’s emotions. Theo rolled his eyes, not responding, attempting to walk to his lesson before being stopped by Scott. “Hey, is it true? You like Y/n?” the alpha asked. “Yes! Okay, it’s true.” Theo sighed.

“So, why don’t you just tell him you like him and then ask him out? Problem solved.” Stiles remarked, sarcastically. “You make it sound so easy, but I've never dated a guy before...” Theo trails off before entering his next class bumping into someone. “Sorry, I didn’t see you coming.” Y/n rambled before looking up and meeting Theo’s eyes causing a smile to spread on his face. “Oh, hi Theo.” Y/n greeted “H-Hey Y/n, uhm…how are you?” Theo asked, with a nervous smile.

“I’m doing great besides being swamped with homework but nothing we can do.” Y/n shrugged, “How are you doing?” he asked back. Theo nodded his head before answering, “I totally get that, and I’m good except I have a feeling the English test tomorrow is gonna be the death of me.” Theo replied as they moved over to Y/n’s table, “I could help you, maybe like a study date in the library after school?” Y/n offered, shyly. Theo’s smile grew as he nodded his head accepting the invitation.

They continued talking for a bit before the teacher came inside and went on with the lesson. Theo sat with the pack at lunch as they all started talking before the topic of Y/n came up. “We’re having a study date in the library after school.” Theo said, “Okay, well that’s good right? I mean it’s kind of a date?” Scott spoke. “No, a study date is not a date especially when it’s happening at school.” Lydia disagreed, shaking her head.

“Well you might wanna ask him out soon before someone else does.” Liam announces, his attention fixed on Y/n’s table more specifically on Greenberg who was flirting with Y/n. Theo fixed his sight and hearing on the pair, “Hey Y/n, you look great today.” Greenberg complemented with a flirtatious smile. Theo’s grip on his lunch tray tightened, claws penetrating the plastic. “Thanks Greenberg, you look good yourself, how’s lacrosse goin?” Y/n returned, with a cute smile.

“Lacrosse is pretty good. I have a feeling Coach will put me in the First Line, maybe you should come and watch the game on Saturday.” Greenberg invited, trying to score himself a date. Y/n nodded “Maybe I will.” he said. Greenberg gave him a wink, causing Y/n to playfully roll his eyes, before walking back to his own table as Y/n returned to the conversation he was having with Jess.

Theo watched the scene, his lunch tray was bent in a horrible shape, his eyes were glowing yellow and his breathing was deep while releasing a small growl. “Theo, relax.” Scott spoke, trying to calm him down. “Looks like you’re running out of time, Theo. If you don’t do something, Y/n and Greenberg will frolicking off into the sunset. Tick-tock goes the gym clock.” Lydia sassed.

After school, Theo enters the library and finds Y/n already there, his table occupied by notes, a laptop and books. “Hey, ready to start?” Theo asks as he approaches the table, setting his bag down. Y/n nods, giving him a smile and gesturing for Theo to sit next to him before Y/n starts their session by explaining Themes in their English novel. Theo and Y/n left the library because it was closing and now they were on their way to Y/n’s house. “You know you didn’t have to walk me home, right?” Y/n asked.

“I know but you never what goes a bump in the night. And it’s not like I have any place to be.” Theo assured, although this wasn’t true he was missing a pack meeting but alone time with Y/n was worth it. “Well then, I guess having a bit of protection wouldn’t hurt.” Y/n said as his house was now in sight. “I saw what happened at lunch with Greenburg.” Theo mentioned, Y/n nodded his head, ushering him to continue.

They reached Y/n’s porch, “He was wrong, you don’t look great today. I think you look breathtaking everyday.” Theo complemented with a nervous smile, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Thank you, Theo” Y/n thanked, with a blush tinting it’s way on his cheeks. They reached the door where they both stood smiling at each other, “So, I was wondering – if you want you don’t have to say yes – if you possibly wanted to go on a date with me sometime?” Theo asked, as his hand moved to grip the back of his neck.

"A date?" Y/n questioned, Theo nodded but looked down and waved his hand, "It's okay if you don't want to..." he rambled, "No! I would love to go on a date with you. I just didn't know you liked guys too." Y/n explained, interrupting him. "Well, technically you're the first guy I like." Theo admitted with a shy smile, a blush coating his cheeks. "Well that's good to know." Y/n commented before he leaned and gave Theo a kiss on the cheek.

[heliads]

hi omg! it’s been a long time since I’ve requested a theo raeken fic huhu (been so busy with uni, the school works are so freaking demanding) but i happened to think of something at 12 am

what if theo and the reader are exes, and they broke up (they may be from a long time relationship, totally up to you) because they were too toxic to each other, then theo leaves. after a few months, someone who treats her right courts the reader. they were happy at first, but then as theo returns to their town, she can’t help but compare him with her present boyfriend (even though the latter’s literally a walking green flag)

kinda got the idea from listening to The Way I Loved You on repeat … it’s taylor’s power making me feel things i shouldn’t feel in the first place

anyhow, that’s all, i hope you’re doing great and i wish you the best on your studies!

- 🤍

yessss i MISS theo raeken! and i hope you're doing well in your studies too!

masterlist

You are headed out on a date with a wonderful boy, and it should all be absolutely perfect except for the fact that it isn’t. In all honesty, the fact that you don’t feel completely divine makes no sense. The boy you’re with is wonderful. He brings you flowers that are always in bloom. He knows the perfect things to say and makes you smile every time. All that, and you feel nothing at all. 

It is not there devastating sort of nothing in which you are pleading with yourself to feel something, anything, yet cannot muster up the strength for anything other than endless monotony. Nothingness has the power to hurt, a death by a thousand cuts, but for today and perhaps all days both before and after it, you feel nothing of the sort. All there is to you is a sort of numbness that comes unceasingly, refusing to even let you have the brief vindication of pain.

It is frustrating to be so empty. What you have now is good. You should be happy with the boyfriend, the boy you should be loving, the one who certainly loves you or else he wouldn’t put up with the fact that you’re clearly falling out of affection far faster than you ever fell into it. You try to rally up the strength to smile at him, to squeeze his hand back whenever he pulls you close, but it’s all so hard that you’re certain one day you’ll just give up the bothersome venture forever and let yourself be alone.

You’d like to say that it wasn’t always like this, and on further reflection, perhaps it wasn’t. You met your beautiful boy when you first moved towns. He was one of the earliest friends you met, and in a place like Beacon Hills, connections matter more than anything. Sometimes they can be the difference between life and death, quite literally.

You’re not entirely sure if meeting your boyfriend was a stroke of luck or not. You were certainly happy with him in the beginning. Everything seemed to be falling into place so fast. You had a friend group who had your back without a second thought, you had a boy who loved you, you had a town that was quickly becoming one you could call your own. Nothing should have felt out of place, and yet it did.

Perhaps it’s because you keep searching for something more. Your current boyfriend is not the first boy to ever want to call you his own, although he certainly is steadier at the task. No, there was another boy a while ago, someone who broke your heart as definitively as you broke his. There’s no chance of you meeting that ex, however– you left him behind when you moved, although the two of you should have parted ways long before your parents announced that you’d be switching towns.

That had been a relationship for the history books, indeed. It had been a mess, wild and out of control until the two of you burned each other out. There were fights in the rain, desperate pleas so cracked with agony that they left your throat raw, a thousand ways to say that no love was worth all the pain he put you through.

At the same time, though, you felt far more with that boy than you ever have with your current one. You didn’t fight constantly, and when the two of you were in a mood to lay down your weapons and just have each other, you felt like you could have taken over the very universe itself. You found the key to eternal life in a pair of flashing grey blue eyes, and when they left you, you swore you’d never be the same again.

That is in the past, however, a past that is closed and done. You have no more to share with the boy of your memories than anyone else in this town. Forget him, forget Theo Raeken and all the promises he broke to you. What you have is good, it’s dependable. It won’t leave you on storm-tossed evenings without an explanation that you surely deserve.

This is, after all, Beacon Hills, and that means you have no time to waste on figments of your past. Beacon Hills keeps itself to strict schedules, life and death tossed to the winds every morning. You had only been in the town for about a month before you learned about the secret side of things, how there weren’t just humans walking the streets but werewolves, banshees, all the creatures of your nightmares come to life.

You stumbled into the whole supernatural affair by accident. Sure, you had seen Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski around the school before, and Lydia Martin had always been kind to you since the second you stepped through the door on your first day, but they never intended on enlightening you. After all, why would they? Keeping secrets is how they stay alive. You were an outsider, someone they didn’t know if they could trust. There was no reason in the world that they would tell you unless something forced their hand.

As it turned out, something did indeed force their hand, and that something was a rogue werewolf attack. You were walking home late from school one day when something snarled at you from the shadows of a nearby alleyway. Next thing you knew, you were running for your life from a horror movie monster. Despite your best attempts to explain everything away as a trick of your eyes or something else that would protect you from this horrid truth, it was all too real, so you were very glad that Scott and his pack were there to save your life.

You’ve been a part of the McCall pack ever since. It’s a good life, if a dangerous one. At the least, it should teach you that quiet things are all the more precious for their innocent blessings, which should give you another reason to love the boyfriend you have and not the one who used to ignore your calls. Not everyone who knows what you know gets to have somebody as safe as your boyfriend. You should appreciate him, then, yet you still can’t give him all the love he deserves.

To ignore such thoughts for the time being, you spend your nights protecting the town with the McCall pack. You and Lydia have been receiving some self defense instruction from a rotating circle of trainers including Chris Argent, Kira Yukimura, and Jordan Parrish. You’re actually getting pretty good at it, too, and are quite capable of watching your friends’ backs when necessary. You’ve long since stopped getting in the way during fights and begun saving the members of your pack just as often as they save you, which is nice.

This is why you’re allowed to stick around when Scott gets attacked the night of the Senior Scribe. The problem is obvious– a large supernatural creature of some sort, complete with glowing blue claws several inches longer than those of your friends. It’s not the way you envisioned spending your night, but some part of you knows that you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Whatever this supernatural newcomer is, though, it’s stronger than you expected. It takes all of your friends fighting together to push it off of Scott, and even then, you don’t know how you can take it down permanently. Just when you’re sure you’ll never be able to shake this sort of tentative stalemate in which both parties are fighting as hard as they can yet reaching no real ending, someone else comes in to save you.

You can’t recognize your savior at first, just catch glimpses of a werewolf’s glowing eyes in between the quickly moving shadows. When he stops moving, though, and turns to face the awaiting McCall pack, you feel your breath catch in your chest. It cannot be. There is no way that the boy facing you, the one who’s staring at you like he isn’t half as affected as you are, could ever be here before you.

Stiles is the first to speak, and you’re grateful for his constant curiosity. Let it serve as a shield for a time being, protecting you from the shocked realization currently wracking your frame.

“Who are you?” Stiles asks, one brow raised.

The boy smiles indulgently, and opens his mouth to answer. You beat him to it, though.

“Theo.”

The name seems to hang in the air. Theo’s eyes flashing in approval is the last clue you need to know for certain that no, you are not hallucinating. Somehow, despite all the odds being against it, Theo Raeken has managed to follow you here. Theo, the very same Theo who’s been on your mind despite the hundreds of promises you made to yourself and subsequently broke that you would never think about him again. He’s here. He found you again.

The sound of footsteps running up behind you makes you turn, and your heart lodges painfully in your ribs when you realize that it’s your boyfriend. You had left him with a hurriedly murmured excuse back in the Senior Scribe when Stiles texted you that something supernatural was going on, and he’s come to find you.

You smile apologetically at him, although you can’t find it within yourself to truly mean it. Something about knowing that Theo is just a matter of yards away is making your mind go wild, unable to form a thought other than wanting to know why he’s here and how it could possibly connect to you.

“Sorry to leave you,” you say.

Your boyfriend casually lifts a shoulder. “Oh, no problem. I caught up with some friends I hadn’t seen in a while and then figured I should check in on you as well. Who’s this?”

You register in the back of your head that this easy acceptance is something that Theo would never have treated you with, then turn to notice your boyfriend regarding Theo with a faintly curious expression.

Theo saves you the trouble of trying to figure out how to introduce him. He steps forward with a half wave. “Theo Raeken. I’m a new student here.”

You stare at him. A new student? This is permanent, then, not just one night in a swarm of thousands in which you picture Theo returning only to leave again just as fast?

Your boyfriend is far more unaffected by Theo’s glib manner than you, and offers up his name as well.

“He’s my boyfriend,” you add, because he forgot and somehow you need more than anything to see the furrow in Theo’s brow when he hears the title.

The group of you engage in some rather stilted pleasantries for a while before you make an excuse about leaving. Your boyfriend still doesn’t know about the world of the supernatural, and you’d rather get him out of there before he notices that there’s the fallen body of a strange glowing creature slumped just out of sight behind a nearby wall.

Your boyfriend keeps up a stream of pleasant chatter the whole drive back about how he can’t believe you’re all seniors and he was glad to take part in a classic tradition like this one. Bless him for trying; you can barely muster up the energy to respond, but you need to cling to some semblance of normalcy anyway. Theo, here. It seems impossible. It feels like everything you’ve ever wanted.

True to his word, Theo starts at Beacon Hills High soon enough, and then you have to manage the shock of turning a corner and seeing him there so casually. It feels like you cannot go ten minutes without seeing him somewhere– in your classes, walking in the corridors, painted behind your eyelids whenever you blink. It must be intentional, surely he’s doing this on purpose, trying to make you think about him in the way you always have.

You should be content with your boyfriend. You still stay with him like nothing has happened, but ever since Theo arrived, you feel like everything has changed. You can’t help but think about what it had been like to date Theo in your old life. Had his jackets been that much warmer, his hand against yours that much more electrifying? You cannot tell for sure, and your memories only serve to deepen the rose tint against what had been the most emotionally charged time of your life.

You’re not the only one thinking of the past, either. As a supernatural himself, Theo has inserted himself into the McCall pack, so you see him all the time. He looks at you like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, which only serves to send your thoughts further tumbling into a dizzy mess. Your boyfriend has his arm around your shoulders as you talk, and Theo’s gaze is sharp as a blade, expertly slicing into the flesh as if it could separate the two of you forever if he only looked hard enough.

If you were smart, you would realize that your boyfriend is good, and that’s rare enough for you to keep him. It is the right choice to make, the one that won’t end with your heart broken. You know for a fact that if you choose Theo again, you will regret it just as you regretted it the last time. There is no ending for the two of you that does not end with bloody hands and sobs echoing through empty houses. There is no future with the two of you together, and yet that is the one that you choose over and over again.

You don’t know that any of your friends are truly surprised when your ex boyfriend stops showing up to walk you home from school. You broke up with him a few days ago, and although some part of you was curious to see if you would finally feel something when you started missing him, the nothingness persists. In fact, the most you felt was the delighted spark in Theo’s eyes when he heard that you were no longer in a relationship.

And, exactly a week and a half after you ended things with your old boyfriend, Theo finds you at midnight. It’s dark outside your window, and Theo’s face is barely lit by the shifting slip of a moon that guides him to your house. He doesn’t have to offer you the warnings he gave you when you first started dating, you already know all the hurt that this will cause. Instead, he kisses you, and you think that the fireworks going off in your chest could burn you to ashes.

There is no righteousness in a game like this. Theo is all cleverness, all scheming plots and plans. He gets what he wants, and right now, that is you. Conversely, this time you have a hand in things. You want him more than anything. More than life itself, should it come to that. In a town like that, you have a feeling that it will.

And, at the end of the day, have you made a mistake? Most certainly. Will you treasure it on bloodstained lips, make sacrifices to the altar of it? Without question. It may not be safe, but every day with Theo reminds you of what it is like to feel. You would not trade that for the prettiest flowers nor the sweetest gestures. All you need is this, is him. It is Theo or nothing, and you would gladly trade your soul to avoid that abyss. He would do the same for you.

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[ffauthor]

‘’Or we could just ditch this all and go somewhere.. a little more private?’’

Theo raeken x Reader

W: Fluff, slight mention of anxiety, fair (mention of ferris wheels, carousels), kind of protective Scott.

 (y/f/d = your favorite drink)

You stand there, arms crossed and shaking nervously, anxiously. ''We should totally get in there!'' Lydia squeals excitedly, looking up at the massive Ferris wheel. You keep your eyes locked on the floor, not daring to say anything. ''We will'' Stiles says, holding his arms wrapped around his girlfriend's waist, smilling widely. No one knew you were afraid of heights, only your bestfriend Theo knew. But he wasn’t here. 

None of the pack members seem to notice you, but instead they all make their way to buy a ticket. With you still standing there, not moving a single bit as your eyes are glued to the floor. Loud music and happy screams fill your ears.

That is until footsteps approach you. Ending up next to you. You can feel someone staring at you, their eyes burning into your head. As you move your head slightly, seeing a green-eyed chimera with his hair messy and his clothes tightly worn. 

He's smirking up at you. ''Well hello y/n, it's a pleasure to see you here.''you hear a deep hot voice before the realization hits you.

Your eyes widen as you meet his gaze. ''Theo?!'' you almost scream, excitement but also confusion taking over. ''Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?!'' you jump onto him, his arms now underneath your legs and your arms wrapped around his neck. He smiles softly, keeping you in place. ''I said I'd come back for you right?.. Well here I am.'' He puts you down carefully, before studying your face. You smile gorgeously, as it makes his heart melt. 

He took quick notice of your scent, changing from excitement to fear, as he saw your expression change. ''Y/n! your coming?'' is being yelled in the distance. He moves his head in the direction of the voice, being met with Scott's gaze. causing his smile to drop.

''I-I...'' he knew you didn't know how to say no, he has known you long enough for that, so he did it for you. ''She's good, we have some catching up to do.'' He yells, a slight smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. You letting out breaths of relief, thanking him. Scott's gaze now meets Theo's as he looks annoyed and mad, but then looks back at you, Who smiles in a its okay way. which he responds to with a hesitatingly nod.

You turn your posture back to Theo, as you find him already staring back at you. You follow your gaze towards his hands, as you see him holding two drinks, one drink moving towards you. ''I saw you standing here and thought you could use a drink.'' he chuckles but smiles softly. you meet back at his eyes, taking the drink from him. ''Thank you!'' your cheeks redden, as he winks passionately at you. ''It's Y/f/d, your favorite drink'' you quickly take a sip from it as your eyes lighten up, tasting the delicious taste of mixed ingredients. ''You remembered..'' you shyly say, looking at the cup.

He's quick to catch up with your shyness as he puts a hand on your chin, pulling it slightly up. Then moving his hand to a loosened hair strand, pushing it behind your ear. ''Of course, I remember, how could I forget?'' you forget about your anxiety for a moment, feeling safe at his touch. He knows this, as he puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. ''Now..'' he quickly turns your head towards his, moving towards your lip and biting it. 

You get goosebumps by the sudden touch as you heat up, cheeks reddening and unable to speak. You've always dreamed about Theo touching you like that, maybe even a little more then this but never imagined it to actually happen.

''Well, since it's still pretty early. Anything you want to do around here?'' his cheeks are slightly colored red too, as he smirks once again.

He moves his mouth to your ear, whispering softly.

''Maybe make out in the carousel?'' Little did you know, Theo imagined it too.

[amatchinwater]

Pairing: Steo

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken

Warnings: explicit sexual content, rough sex, anal fingering, anal sex, mask, light degradation (use of slut)

Words: 1733

Kinktober: Mask Kink

Ao3 link Masterlist

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Lounging in the armchair of their living room, Theo can hear Stiles muttering to himself in the driveway about being late. It’s true, it’s well past ten o’clock when his boyfriend assured him he’d be home by eight. But, the chimera knows better than anyone how sucked into studying Stiles can get. He’s not even remotely mad. In fact, he’s got a surprise for his boyfriend. A gift of sorts. 

The chimera is never one to kink shame. Ever. He doesn’t give a shit what someone likes. If it makes you happy and gets your rocks off, good for you. But every so often, there’s something that gets to Stiles that makes Theo excited. Really excited. The chimera will give his boyfriend literally anything he wants. Even if it means sitting here with boots, dark jeans, no shirt, and a Ghostface mask on. 

He had jokingly put the thing on at a Halloween store last week, suggesting he goes as a notorious killer. Stiles had initially joked that Theo in fact used to be a notorious killer. But then his boyfriend turned around and saw him. Theo wasn’t wearing anything special that day. Just a dark red long sleeve shirt and some jeans. But fucking hell, Stiles’ knees visibly buckled when he tried to step closer. And Theo could hear his dry tongue sliding around his mouth like sandpaper. Not to mention the heady, intoxicating scent of Stiles’ arousal flooding the small aisle they were in. 

Theo went back the next day and bought it without telling his boyfriend. He cannot wait for Stiles to walk through those doors and see it. It’s going to be perfect. 

“Just had to fall asleep on the stupid book, didn’t you?” Stiles curses under his breath, keys jingling as he unlocks the front door. Their living room is in direct line of sight. Shutting the door behind himself, Stiles turns around, his bag dropping to the floor along with his jaw. “Holy-” his human’s throat locks up, muttering, “Theo.” 

“Hey there, angel,” the chimera raises his hand, wiggling his clawed fingers. “Good day?” He asks, toying with his boyfriend. 

Blinking rapidly, Stiles takes a clumsy step forward, arousal seeping into the air. “I was-” his boyfriend points towards the door, “I- studying.” Stiles clears his throat, “fell asleep at the library again. You bought the mask,” the words come out almost like an accusation. 

It’s cute. 

Theo stands up, squaring his shoulders so that his chest tightens. The spike in his boyfriend’s heart tells him he had the desired effect. “You liked it more than I did, angel,” the chimera rumbles low in his throat. “Tell me something,” he asks, “I know the whole thing is usually not knowing who’s underneath. But you’d smell me from a mile away, I made sure of that.” Stiles flashes his golden eyes to prove his point. “So is it the mystery that does it for you? Or the fact that this mask in particular belonged to a killer?” With his claws out, Theo wraps his hand around his boyfriend’s throat, growling in approval at the jump in pulse. “That I used to be a killer?” 

Stiles’ eyes flicker again before he gulps, nodding in agreement. 

Holding steady, the chimera circles behind Stiles, bringing his boyfriend’s back flush with his chest. Sucking his teeth, Theo drops his voice to a cooed whisper, “does someone miss the danger?” Stiles whimpers. “Is reformed Theo not enough for you anymore? You want your monster back?”

“Please,” Stiles whimpers.

“I remember sparks flying everywhere,” he says before whipping them around, pinning his boyfriend to the wall, “fucking you by the first person you watched me kill.” Tearing through his shirt, growling when he realizes he can’t bite at Stiles like he wants to. That’s okay, just this shy of breaking skin, Theo rakes his claws down his boyfriend’s ribs, growling at the way Stiles arches his back. “What was it I did when I caught you following me in the woods the second time?” Theo quips, “oh, right,” he turns Stiles around, grabbing him by the hips to stick his ass out. 

“Theo,” Stiles gasps out, glowing eyes blazing. 

Slamming his hips forward, he presses his hard dick against his boyfriend’s ass, earning him a groan. Theo leans down, growling, “I bent you over a tree and reminded you who you belong to.” Stiles’ claws scratch lines into the paint, muttering a barely audible plea. “So needy already?” The chimera teases, trailing a clawed finger down his boyfriend’s spine. “I’ve barely touched you, angel.” 

“I’ve wanted you all day, Theo,” his boyfriend whines, “please.” 

“Is that why I could hear you touching yourself when I left for work this morning?” Theo chuckles darkly, “did you fuck yourself on your fingers thinking about me?” The chimera grinds against him again, watching vibrant golden eyes roll back. Before putting his claws away, Theo shreds the remainder of Stiles’ clothes, snickering at the way he gracelessly toes out of his shoes. “Get ‘em wet,” Theo instructs, pressing his fingers into his boyfriend’s open mouth. He growls softly at the feeling of Stiles sucking his fingers. 

Squatting down, Theo kneads the flesh of his boyfriend’s ass, slapping the skin over the goosebumps he’d created. “So pretty,” he admires the red tinge to the pale, mole dotted flesh. Testing the stretch, Theo chuckles, easily sliding two fingers past the ring of muscle. “I knew you’d still be open for me. Such a good little slut, aren’t you?” Stiles whimpers. “Yeah,” the Alpha teases, “you used more than your fingers this morning.”

“Fuck,” his boyfriend moans, legs shaking when Theo finds that bundle of nerves. That’s one of his favorite sights. “Theo, more, pl- shit,” Stiles cuts off on a guttural moan, the chimera having added a third finger, pumping faster and faster. He’s clenching so nicely around him. Just another second or two and- “Theo,” Stiles shudders, the salty scent of his cum filling the chimera’s nostrils. No doubt painting the door in front of him. 

“That’s it,” Theo rumbles in his chest. Removing his fingers, the chimera pulls his pants down to his knees. Lifting the mask just enough to spit into his palm, Theo lowers it back down, lubing his throbbing cock. “I want another one before I fill you up, angel,” the chimera growls, thrusting his cock in full hilt. The warmth of Stiles’ body wrapping around him is nothing short of heaven. And that’s coming from an Atheist. 

The other chimera whimpers, pushing his ass back against Theo. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out, pulling his hips back, “I’ll never get used to it.” Theo cups his boyfriend’s ass, watching his cock disappear inside his clenching hole. “Just too fucking good,” the chimera groans, pulling out just to slam back in. The way Stiles purrs his moan from the action is music to his ears. When he does it again, Theo adjusts his angle, ramming into the bundle of nerves with force, earning him a breathless chuckle from his boyfriend. 

“Says you,” Stiles hisses, Theo raking his claws against his ribs again. It gives his scent such a pretty twist to it. Filled with so much arousal that not even the mask can block it out. Theo gets all of it rushing straight to his brain springing his fangs out with the need to bite and claim. “Theo,” his boyfriend draws out his name on a whine at the punishing pace. 

He only laughs, reaching down to wrap his hand around Stiles’ throat and yank him up until their bodies are flush. “Don’t worry, angel,” Theo teases, “I know you like it too.” Tapping into his Alpha strength, Theo rails into him, jabbing his boyfriend’s prostate with every harsh thrust. Stiles’ moans rise in pitch and frequency, making the chimera laugh again. “You make such pretty noises. Too bad I can’t bite you until you scream again,” the Alpha says much to his own dismay. He’d love for Stiles to be six different shades right now. “Guess these will just have to do,” he says, pinching his claws into his boyfriend’s neck, fucking into him harder.

“Oh my god,” Stiles whispers, head thumping back on Theo’s shoulder. Submitting himself to the onslaught of thrusts from the chimera. It’s beautiful. Theo’s favorite thing to look at if he’s being honest. His boyfriend in complete ecstasy from his body alone. “Th-Theo, I’m gonna cum.”

“So cum,” the Alpha snarls, snapping his hips, “I want you to make yourself nice and messy before I fill you up.” Stiles mewls, reaching back to hold the chimera’s neck. His other hand drops to his leaking cock, but Theo smacks it away. “Mine,” he growls, grabbing his boyfriend’s dick and pumping quickly. Erratically, just the way Stiles likes it. His walls clench around the Alpha and Theo fights to keep his own orgasm from coming forth. 

Stiles growls, gritting his teeth before he cums with a cry, spraying his chest with pearly white ropes. “Theo, Theo, fuck,” he pants, the Alpha not even remotely stopping. Glad to see the flushed cheeks and swollen lips from biting them too hard. The glazed whiskey eyes and lazy grin. 

If he plays it right, he can squeeze one more out of the other chimera. And Theo will be damned if he doesn’t try. Slapping Stiles’ ass for good measure, Theo lets go. Claws pinching into his boyfriend’s hips as he just ruts into him. Stiles is surely sensitive and lit up like a livewire, but Theo wants one more. Always, “one more, angel. I know you can do it,” he coos at the other chimera’s whined moan. “Come on,” the Alpha snarls, panting underneath the mask. 

His boyfriend’s hand slams on the wall to stabilize himself, slumping from another orgasm pulsing through him. Theo howls his victory, “such a good slut,” he praises, thrusts faltering until he’s spilling his own release inside Stiles. The lewd sound filling the room, watching with red eyes as he fucks his cum back into his boyfriend. Slowing to a stop, Theo carefully pulls out, keeping his hold on Stiles so he doesn’t fall over. 

Yanking the mask off, Theo tosses it aside, finally getting a good look at the mess he’d created. Pride rushes through him and he scoops Stiles up into his arms, nipping at his boyfriend’s hammering pulse. “You did so good, angel, so good. I’m so proud of you,” Theo continues to whisper gentle praises to a very fucked out Stiles, carrying him up the stairs to take a shower. 

He’s very glad he bought the mask.

[bonniebird]

December 2022 event info post

December 2022 pending list

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1. "(Character). Make (Character) stop wasting my wrapping paper or I hit them with the tube."

Rebekah mikaelson x Reader x Theo raeken

- Requested by: @nervousfandom​

- Notes: N/A

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2. “Do not eat the mistletoe”

Morpheus [The Sandman] x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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3. "Oliver got run over by a reindeer, walking home from our Christmas eve party. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, but as for me and Oliver, we believe."

Oliver Queen x Reader

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4. "(Character) fell over in the snow and now they’re grumpy because they’re cold and wet."

Mycroft Holmes x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: bbc sherlock

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5. "All merry, no stress."

The handler x Reader

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6. “All I want for Christmas is you.”

Bilquis x Reader

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7. "Did you hear! There has been so much snow that we have to stay in the great hall."

Barty Crouch Jr (Marauder era)  x Reader

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8.  "Could we. . .cuddle? I’m a little cold."

Derek Hale x Reader

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9. Christmas moodboard with a young (Marauders era) Sirius Black

(Marauders era) Sirius Black x Reader

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10. "Are you eating my frosting? My gingerbread village won't have any snow"

Regulas Black (Marauders era) x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: reader is a Hufflepuff

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11. "You left and I thought you weren’t coming back."

Derek Hale x Reader

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12. “Come and join me by the fire.”

Matthias Helvar x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: ✨soft, tender and romantic✨

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13. “Could we…cuddle? I’m a little cold.”

Steve Harrington x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

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14. "You look cold, here share my cloak."

Jon Snow x Reader

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15. "(Character) asked me to fake date them because their parents are coming over for the holidays. So I'm studying. I want to prepare."

Alcide x Male!Reader

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16. “Deck the halls with ...(Character)! I meant deck the halls as in decorate them, not hit them!”

Din Djarin [The Mandalorian] x Fem!Reader

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17. "Do I look like I would be walking around with a carrot in my pocket on the off chance that you’d come across a hungry reindeer?"

Prince Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Reader

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18. “Come here. If you stand close to the dragons they will warm you.”

Prince Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Reader

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19. "How long ago did (Character) fall asleep?"

Prince Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Reader

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20. "I don’t have my coat and it’s freezing!"

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

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21. "I want to dance with you. Come on. Dance with me in the snow."

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

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22. "No one will kiss me. Even with all this mistletoe around."

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

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23. "Oh! Come with me to the winter market!"

Prince Aemond Targaryen x Reader

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24. "Is that a Superman bauble?"

Derek Hale x Reader

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25. "The door is frozen shut. We’re stuck."

Evan Buckley x Reader

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26. "The horses can’t get through the snow. We have to find a place to stay."

Prince Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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27. "Um. We’re clearly having a superior holiday moment because we’re wearing matching jammies."

Yelena Belova x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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28. "My grandma sent me over She heard that you’re spending the holidays alone and said you have to come and have dinner with us. She said if you don’t she’ll get out of her comfy chair and get you herself."

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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29. “Are you sure I’m the right person for you to fake date. Don’t you think I’m the kind of person your parents wouldn’t like you to be fake dating?”

Oliver Wood x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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30. “You look cold. Here share my cloak.”

Jon Snow x Reader

- Requested by: @bloedwraak​

- Notes: N/A

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31. "I just drove past (character). They were riding a reindeer while being chased by Santa. Is this something we should be ignoring or getting involved in?"

Remus Lupin (Marauders era) x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Need gifs

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32. "You can pretend you don’t care. You can fool the whole world. But I know differently."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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33. "I wish you'd drop by more often."

Rodolphus Lestrange x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Need gifs l  'enemies' who are kind of falling for each other

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34. "Come here. I bet you can fit in my coat with me and it’ll warm you up."

Theo x Reader x Rebekah

- Requested by: @nervousfandom​

- Notes: N/A

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35. "Are you sure I'm the right person for you to fake date? Don't you think I'm the kind of person your parents wouldn't like you to be fake dating?"

Eddie Munson x Reader

- Requested by: @hardladyheart​

- Notes: N/A

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36. "If you're cold you can have some of my drink. It's nice and warm."

David x Reader

- Requested by: @hardladyheart​

- Notes: N/A

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37. “Do I need to take a gift to the Christmas party?”

Alcide x Reader

- Requested by: @pnchingwalls101​

- Notes: N/A

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38. “ Did you drink my hot chocolate?”

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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39. "(Character) got run over by a reindeer, walking home from our Christmas eve party. You can say there’s no such thing as Santa, but as for me and (Character), we believe."

Stiles x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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40. I know that (Scott McCall) is stuck in his werewolf form. But do you think it’s inappropriate for me to put this doggie Christmas jumper on them?

Scott x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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41. "Can you teach me how to wrap presents?"

Dream x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Need gifs

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42. “ Whatever you’re making smells amazing.”

Bonnie x Male!Claire!Reader  

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Need christmas / winter gifs

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43. “Love the giver more than the gift.”

Evie x Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09​

- Notes: Need gifs

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44. “Ok. (Character) has a crush on (Character). But if we can get them to this holiday store by three, they’ll bump into each other and they’ll fall in love or something and then they won't be alone for the holidays.”

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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45. "You’ve never seen snow before?"

Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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46. "You’re shivering… let me get you another blanket."

Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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47. "You’re not a fan of the cold?"

Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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48. “I’m sorry all the hotel rooms are booked. There’s only one room available.”

Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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49. "What do you mean my mum thinks I’m dating (Character) and my dad thinks I’m dating (Character)!? I only needed one of you to pretend to date me!"

Billy x Fem!Reader / Steve x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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50. "A kiss under the mistletoe. You know mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it."

Jim Moriarty x Reader

- Requested by: @achromaticerebus

- Notes: N/A

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51. "Hey. I know... I know you're trying to avoid me, but just take this gift I got you and I will walk away."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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52. “Cozy sweaters are just blankets you can wear to work.”

Agent Tequila x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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53. "Are you going to stay out there in the cold all night?"

peter pettigrew marauders era x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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54. "(Character) caught a cold and I’m going to take care of them."

Theo raeken x Rebekah mikaelson x Reader

- Requested by: @nervousfandom​

- Notes: female sick reader

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55. "(Character) is cheating at the gingerbread house contest!" ?

Eric Northman x Reader

- Requested by: @atomicsoph​

- Notes: N/A

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56. "If you’re so cold maybe a kiss under the mistletoe could warm you up." 

Draco x fem reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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57. "Can you walk me home? I’m kind of over this whole christmas party."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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58. “Did you just steal the marshmallows from my hot chocolate?”

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader x Caroline Forbes

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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59. “I have dyslexia so I can’t tell if they’re writing a letter to Santa or satan.”

Dream x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: @sarahbullet235​

- Notes: N/A

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60. "It took me a while but I think I got just the right gift for you."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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61. “ I had my first kiss under the mistletoe!”

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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62. "Deck the halls with ...(Character)! I meant deck the halls as in decorate them, not hit them!"

Eddie Munson x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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63. "It's so cold"

Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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64. "Are you going to stay out there in the cold all night?"

Francis Freeman/Ajax x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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65. "Do you want to borrow my hat? You look cold"

Francis Freeman/Ajax x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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66. "(Character-Jason Todd) got all teary-eyed when I gave them their gift and now they won’t come out of the bathroom."

Jason Todd x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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67. "Ah! I spelled (Characters) name wrong on the gift tag! It was the last one."

Dick Grayson x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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68. "Everyone is celebrating."

Mick Rory x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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69. "How do you make hot chocolate"

Jake Stone x Reader

- Requested by: @gatefleet​

- Notes: N/A

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70. "Please help me shovel the driveway. I did some of it but I’m cold and tired."

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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71. "I noticed that the holiday preparation had stressed you out and you were getting pretty tired so I wanted to do something special for you."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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72. "I gave (Character) the gift they said that they wanted and they've been making this weird noise ever since."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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73. "Hey. I know... I know you're trying to avoid me, but just take this gift I got you and I will walk away."

Alcide x Male!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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74. "Come and join me by the fire."

Klaus x Male!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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75. "A balanced diet is a Christmas cookie in each hand."

Jake peralta x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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76. “Why are you at my christmas party?”

Madison Montgomery x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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77. (Character) covered me in glitter while we were making christmas decorations so I put them in a time-out until I’m not mad anymore

sparrow!ben hargreeves x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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78. "You can pretend you don’t care. You can fool the whole world. But I know differently"

Francis/Ajax x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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79. "Welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely."

Penelope Garcia x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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80. "Why is there a reindeer in a bell-covered harness in my living room."

Jason Todd x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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81. "You haven’t done your holiday shopping yet?"

Jason Todd x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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82. "(Character) covered me in glitter while we were making christmas decorations so I put them in a time-out until I’m not mad anymore."

Theo and Rebekah with reader

- Requested by: @nervousfandom​

- Notes: N/A

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83. For your gift, I'm taking you to the shelter to adopt an animal

Bonnie Bennett x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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84. I made hot chocolate!

Clary Fray x Male Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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85."(Character) fell over in the snow and now they’re grumpy because they’re cold and wet."

esme cullen x ftm reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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86. "For your gift I'm taking you to the animal shelter to adopt a pitbull" 

Tara Lewis x fem reader

- Requested by: @micheleamidalajedi​ 

- Notes: N/A

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87. I'll give it to someone special 

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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88. We brought you a little gift

Bonnie Bennett x Male Reader x Prudence Blackwood

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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89. All I want for Christmas is you

Allison Argent + Male!Martin reader 

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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90.  I’m throwing a Christmas party and if you don't come I'll be very upset

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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91. Did you just steal the marshmallows from my hot chocolate?

Nicholas Scratch x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: Grew up in human family

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92."We have an hour to take photos, mess up the apartment and get some of your stuff into my place so my parents think that we’ve been together this whole time."

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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93. Oh! Come to the winter market with me 

Carmen Eguiluz x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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94."Will you come inside. It stopped snowing, this is closer to a blizzard now."

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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95. I'm entering a cookie bake-off and I need a team

Emmett Cullen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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96. I don’t want to be alone

Jeremy Gilbert x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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97. "I realized that Christmas is the time to be with the people you love."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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98. (Cora) hit me with a snowball

Cora Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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99. I’ll be honest, ok. Just don’t get mad. I told everyone you’re my date because I didn’t want to go to this Christmas party alone. I know I should have told you but I didn’t want you to be mad.

Meredith Sulez with a male reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09​

- Notes: N/A

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100. "(Luther Hargreeves) has been cooking dinner for two days."

Luther Hargreeves x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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101. “I know that (Liam) is stuck in their werewolf form. But do you think it’s inappropriate for me to put this doggie christmas jumper on them?”

Liam Dunbar x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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102. "Merry Christmas darling"

Dwayne (Lost boys) x fem!reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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103. "Could we. . .cuddle? I’m a little cold."

Fangs Fogarty x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: Fangs has an ongoing crush on reader and he tries an approach...

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104. "I woke up the day after Halloween and everything was decorated for the holidays. I don’t know how (Midge) did it all in one night without waking me up."

Midge Klump (riverdale) x best friend! reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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105. "I'd always choose you."

Brett Talbot x shy!reader

- Requested by: Reader is very surprised that Talbot choose them on his team. To which a very serious Brett answer

- Notes: N/A

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106. "All I want for Christmas is you."

Reggie Mantle x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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107. "Hmm. A large pile of snowballs... (reader) laying flat on the ground and groaning in pain. Nothing suspicious about that at all."

Eddie Munson x fem/new dating/reader ft. The Hell Club

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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108. This is the best gift I've been given and I will cherish it forever

Enid Sinclair with a male reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09​

- Notes: N/A

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109. Maybe I'm sick. Maybe I wanted you to look after me

Bianca Barclay x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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110. We go together like hot chocolate and marshmallows

Jeremy Gilbert and a female Bennett!reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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111. "I'll have a hot chocolate. I want mint flavouring, crushed candy cane, whipped cream and as many marshmallows as you can fit in the cup"

Deigo Hargreeves  x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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112. "Oh! I have reindeer food and some carrots. I also have something that the store clerk said was snowman food but I’m starting to suspect it was just really expensive glitter."

Gentle!Tyler Galpin x supernatural!reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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113. “I know that (Character) is stuck in their werewolf form. But do you think it’s inappropriate for me to put this doggie christmas jumper on them?” 

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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114. "You can come sledging with me. I’ll let you sit on my lap on the way down the hill."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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115. I-I brought you a gift

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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116. "Baby, it’s cold outside"

  Theo Raeken x reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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117. "I just found out that Mr. Chandler and Dr. Frankenstein swapped secret Santa gifts. I may have put a crazy love note in one of the gifts."

Dr. Victor Frankenstein, Penny Dreadful x Reader

- Requested by: @gatefleet​

- Notes: N/Acome

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118. Did you just say frost fairy? As in...A fae?

Allison Argent x Male Reader x Clary Fray

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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119. “Come and join me by the fire.”

David Powers x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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120. "Why’re you wrapping me up like a gift?"

Sweet Pea x reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: Fangs Fogarty wraps a wonderful gift (reader) for his best buddy

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