always 10

May We Never Meet Again [1]

Pairing: Theo x plus sized!reader
Warnings: Make Out Sessions, i steal a scene right out of The Notebook, can you blame me?

ONE: GIVE YOU ALL MY NIGHTS.

Summary: At the end of 6a, Theo decides to leave. He also decides that you are going to be his last goodbye.

You inhale sharply, the door knob held loosely between your fingers.

Your uninvited guest draws his eyes to you quickly. The sound of your heartbeat so suddenly close startles him.

He flashes a smirk, cockiness on 10 as always – even when he dawns battle wounds.

“Hey there, princess.”

Your lips dip into a deep scowl as you eye the intruder up and down, clearly unamused.

“Theo.”

“Do you usually show up to girls’ houses uninvited, Raeken?”

Theo cracks a smile, drawing the last of his cards from his part of the deck. “I’m not so sure uninvited as subconsciously longed for.”

You laugh through your nose, slapping down an Ace of Spades on to a King of Hearts. You only have two cards left. A 4 of Hearts and a 3 of Clubs. You’re definitely going to win. “You would like to think we have an emotional connection, wouldn’t you?”

Theo licks his lips and rearranges the order of his cards. His eyes flicker back and forth between the layout of Avengers cards on the table and the girl in front of him.

“We’re no Stiles and Lydia, but I’d like to think there’s something here.”

Your eyes snap up to his. “What.”

The chimera slams down card after card. First a Joker, then an 8 of Clubs, a 9 of Hearts, a 10 of Spades, and then—

And then the bastard’s empty handed.

“Speed!” It tumbles out of his mouth and you throw your cards at his chest in defeat. “Jackass!”

“C'mon now princess,” Theo stands from the table. He even has the audacity to smirk down at you. “Don’t be a sore loser.”

“What the hell?”

“C'mon Theodore,” you coax playfully, hand reaching out for his overshadowing figure. “Just lay down. The street isn’t even all that cold– I promise.”

Theo looks at you. Then he looks down the street. There aren’t any cars coming and he doubts that there will be at this hour of night. But still, he thinks frowns, you never know…

He takes a couple steps back from your body and crouches. He places his hands on the pavement, and stretches out beside you, scooting over a bit when he feels you’re too far away.

You smile wholeheartedly, bursting with a new found appreciation of Theo Raeken when you feel his shoulder brush yours as he gets comfortable— or as comfortable as one can get while lying in the middle of a street.

“Stranger,” you greet him softly, your voice almost a whisper.

“This is what you like to do?” Theo questions, glancing over to gaze at you. “Sleep in the middle of streets?”

You snort, “I don’t sleep, you piglet.” He eyes you incredulously at the insult. “I just– I like lying here, I guess? It’s dangerous and whatever, but–”

“That’s what’s so appealing,” Theo nods along to himself in understanding. The two of you lie in comfortable silence for what feels like forever. Only whispering every now and then to point out stars that look particularly bright.

“You’re kinda crazy,” he snickers, shaking his head while he starts to sit up.

You lurch up, your hand grabbing tight to his arm, “Wait!” You yell in a rush. Theo’s head whips around to you in surprise. “What?” He asks. “What’s wrong?”

You stare back at him, surprised at yourself too. Had you really just done that? Your eyes drop to where your fingers are wrapped around his one middle finger. “Lay here with me,” you amend quieter, your tone far less rushed and far more intimate. “Just for a little while,” you add.

Theo stares at you for what feels like forever. He really would stare at you forever, too. With your hair all out of place like it is. The bags under your eyes from countless days of disproportionate sleep. The little laugh lines that echo your eyes. The flecks of gray that dance across the roots of your hair, but so few and far between in their appearance.

From stress, no doubt. He’d bet $20 on that. High school and protecting an entire county— potentially an entire world from supernatural destruction? That’s a double whammy.

And God, does Theo hate knowing that he’s something you once needed to be protected from. He hates knowing he dared to hurt you in the past. He hates knowing that he’s a monster. All gnashing teeth and skin tearing claws and blood filled mouths.

“I think,” he begins, eyes bright with an adoringly sure gaze. “That you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

The boy stands, dusts himself off, and extends his hands to you. “And I think I regret not telling you that sooner.”

“You and Scott got stuck in the school with an alpha on your asses?”

You clasp your hands against your stomach, a nostalgic smile at your lips. “And Stiles,” you correct. Your eyebrows furrow. “And Lydia, too. Now that I think about it.”

Theo snorts. “No wonder you made it out alive.” You scoff and bite back, “Not all of our plans come from Lydia and Stiles.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He mumbles between a yawn. He’s so tired, with his red eyes and his heavy heart that feels just a tad bit lighter in your presence.

“That was the first time Allison broke up with Scott,” you recall as Theo turns onto his side to face you better. “And I remember being with Stiles and I remember looking at her walk away from him. Shit, my feelings were hurt.”

“I wonder if Scott goes street-napping in the middle of the night–”

You laugh, quickly tapping him in the chest. “Shut up,” your voice melts into a mumble as you give his face the once over, suddenly so aware of how close he is.

Since you’re lying on your left side, you take your right hand and trail your fingertips across his cheeks. His jaw, his chin, his neck. Theo’s eyes flutter shut under your touch, lips parting organically when you drag your nails lightly down his chest.

You stare at him in wonder, amazement. He’s a precious sort of being. One you’d like to keep. One who you hope wants to keep you.

“Your bed is much more comfortable than that street, just so you know.”

A smile dawns across your face. “That makes sense. Considering one is for car wheels and the other for living bodies–”

“What would you say if I told you that I want you.” The words that float out of his mouth sound like a statement than anything else. His eyes are barely open as you continue your assault on his body, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck.

You fall silent, weighing his statement out. He wants you. Wants your lips and your sharp mouth and your thick thighs and— all of it. He wants all of you. Theo Raeken wants me. And I think I want him too.

And then you’re sitting up, and then you’re reaching for his face, and then you’re pulling him into you. And then he’s closer, closer, and closer, and then you can feel his body flush with your own, his arms on either side of your hips.

You swallow hard as he readjusts his position, moving one of his legs to lay between both of yours. You wrap your legs around his hips, just as lips collide. He slides his hands up and down your thighs, greedy in his need to touch and taste you.

The two of you wrap up in the other, limbs entangled and fingers intertwined, lips slotted against each other in such pliant and giving kisses.

Theo pulls away for a moment, panting, mouth swollen, and hair freshly finger fucked. “I always knew you were attracted to me.”

”Shut the hell up, Theo-“ and you kiss him again, all gentle tides and low ocean waves, and you know you could kiss Theodore Raeken for the rest of your life. For the rest of your life.

What you don’t know, is that Theodore Raeken still plans to leave Beacon Hills before the sun comes up.

Dear Charlie,

There’s the boy. And he’s my boy.
Relationships scare the shit out of me and I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’m just going with it. I love him. I trust him. There’s no problems. It’s going too well.
Love always,
18/10/2017

Shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t look like they belong on the street style blogs, shout-out to girls with hijab that are not fashionistas, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t have strong eyeliner game, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t wear any makeup, shout-out to plus sized girls with hijab that feels like no hijab suits your face shape, shout-out to girls with hijab that gets catcalled on the street despite the coverings, shout-out to girls with hijab that have to remove so many pins when they’re shopping for clothes, shout-out to girls with hijab that are having a bad hijab day where everything is wrong and you feel like you just look plain messy, y'all look beautiful today. Thanks.

A Pearl never forgets.

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