I wrote this while listening to a song called, “ I Luv This Shit” by August Alsina so if you’d like, you can listen to that while reading this.
“(Y/N) this is the fifth pack meeting you miss.“Scott muttered, clearly upset.
“I know Scott, things just haven’t been easy lately."I said into my phone.
”(Y/N), if you need us or our help just tell us and we’ll be on our way-“
"No! I mean, no, I can take care of it. Sorry for missing the pack meeting again Scott, I’m truly sorry."I apologized as I parked my car in an almost full parking lot.
"It’s fine, hope things go better (Y/N)."Scott mumbled before hanging up.
I sighed before shoving my phone into my purse. I hopped out of my car and raced into back of the building where all the employees entered. I was greeted by a lot of kind smiles and waves. I immediately made a beeline for my dressing room and sat on my chair. Looking at the lit up mirror in front of me I sighed. Since my makeup had already been done, I only had to put a wig on and a red masquerade mask. I stripped myself off my comfortable clothes and put my red strapped bra that looked almost like a harness for my boobs. I then put on my red strapped thong before putting on my black sheer robe.
"Sorry Scott."I muttered as I put my red fishnet stockings and red high heels.
I really wished I could be with the pack instead of here.
"I for one think we should leave her alone, I trust (Y/N)."Lydia spoke up.
"Lydia everyone trusted Theo and he tried to tear the pack apart-”
“I’m right here Stiles."Theo reminded him.
"I can see that Theo, I’m not blind."Stiles answered, rolling his eyes.
"You didn’t trust Theo but you do trust (Y/N)."Malia reminded him.
"Okay but I trust her but I don’t believe that she’s dealing with something that makes her miss like five pack meetings."Stiles explained.
"Well I believe (Y/N), she’s never given me a reason not to."I spoke up.
"Of course you do Liam, you have a crush on her-”
“So does Theo-”
“Do not."Theo growled, glaring at me.
"So does Scott."I blurted out.
"Liam do you just assume everyone has a crush on her because you do?"Scott asked me.
"You said she was gorgeous-”
“Okay she’s extremely good looking but that doesn’t mean I like her-”
“Scott of course you like her, everyone in this room does. I bet Malia even likes her!"Stiles yelled.
"Yeah I like (Y/N), she’s cool."Malia shrugged.
"I don’t think she likes her the way we do-”
“You mean you do."Theo argued.
"Okay guys can we stop arguing over this? We get it, (Y/N)’s hot but is she telling us the truth?"Stiles said.
"I say we find out where she is when she’s not at our pack meetings."Stiles suggested.
"I think it’s a good plan."Malia mumbled.
"Guys, (Y/N) said she could handle it."Lydia objected.
I pulled out my phone and went on Snapchat, surely I could find her with the new snap map feature.
"I’m down, this pack meeting is boring."Theo spoke up.
"Who invited you again?"Stiles asked, making Theo shoot him a glare.
"She’s at a strip club."I blurted out loud.
"What, how do you know?"Stiles asked.
"Snapchat, the new snap map feature shows that she’s at a strip club."I answered.
"She said she was dealing with something?"Scott muttered, confused.
"Obviously she’s dealing with some hormonal issues, she’s probably at the male strip club-”
“Actually it’s a stripper with female performers."I said, watching the snapchats from people at the strip club.
"To the jeep!"Stiles yelled.
We all groaned before entering Stiles jeep, everyone but Lydia. She insisted on leaving (Y/N) alone because she believed (Y/N) a good reason to be at a strip club. Stiles scoffed and told her that she was blinded by love for her friend. Stiles raced to the strip club and I wasn’t even sure if it was because he wanted to prove himself right or see strippers. We parked near the strip club and walked over to the front entrance.
"I.D please."The two security guards said as we tried entering.
"Oh yeah… dammit I think I might have left mine in my jacket at home."Stiles muttered, patting his pants.
"Huh, nice try kid-”
“Oh for gods sake."Malia muttered before her and Theo quickly knocked out the bodyguards.
"Now lets go in."Malia said as she walked in.
We all followed after her, the building was full of intoxicated men. The music was blasting through the huge stereo system while the dimly lit stage was empty.
"Now to find (Y/N)!"Stiles yelled over the blaring music.
"Malia, you go to-Malia?"Stiles asked as we realized she had disappeared into the crowd.
We all looked around until we spotted her at the bar where she was already drinking.
"Lia, I thought we went over this! We can’t get drunk!"Scott yelled as he pushed past the crowd to get to Malia.
"Okay since they’re gone, we’ll-Theo?"Stiles asked as Theo looked at one stripper who was walking in his direction.
"No, no, no. We’re here to find (Y/N), not get distracted."Stiles spat, pulling Theo closer to us.
"Even if the girls here are gorgeous…"Stiles whispered, gazing at another stripper who passed by.
"Stiles!"I yelled, snapping him out of his trance.
"Remember (Y/N), you know the only reason why we’re here?"I asked.
"Right, (Y/N)."Stiles mumbled.
Suddenly the lights on the stage started to shine brightly as they moved to the center of the stage. A girl with a black sheer robe, red stockings, red high heels, and a red masquerade mask walked out. She seductively removed her robe which made everyone in the room whistle at her. The girl swayed her hips to the beat of the music so perfectly I felt myself harden. No Liam, you can’t get hard over a random girl. I looked at Stiles and Theo who were watching her hungrily. She made her way to the pole and started grinding on the pole. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a guy in the back corner jacking off in the dark. I gagged at the guy before looking back at the girl. She climbed up the pole and wrapped her legs around the top of the pole as soon as she got there. She let go of the pole with her hands and let her head and body hang. The guys in the front row were throwing a bunch of money when suddenly I spotted Malia sneakingly grabbing the bills as Scott stared up at the girl on stage. Malia grinned as the girl slid slowly down the pole, making her throw a few of the bills at the girl. Malia was also enjoying the show. The girl arched her back against the pole before sliding down on it again. She grabbed the pole with one hand as she took a step in the other direction before she began to spin on the pole. I looked over to see Stiles already throwing dollar bills at the girl.
"So much for finding (Y/N).’‘I muttered.
I turned to find Theo but instead found him near Stiles also throwing dollar bills, most likely being Stiles money. The girl’s mouth fell open as she looked at Stiles and Theo. She seemed tense for a few seconds as she looked through the crowd, she found Scott and Malia and finally her eyes landed on me. She seemed to be extremely tense now. I gave her a thumbs up, hoping it would make her less tense. I didn’t know why she was tense in the first place but I didn’t mind. She smiled at me before continuing to dance. She started twerking in front of Scott, making Scott and Malia throw bills at her. Malia was screaming with delight, clearly enjoying herself. She looked over at Stiles who seemed upset since he had thrown all his money, not thinking clearly. She smirked before walking over to him. She held out her hand to him, making Stiles’ eyes widen. She pulled him up and dragged him to a chair that had a rope dangling above the chair. She spread Stiles legs apart and sat down on him, grinding onto him as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass. Stiles face was filled with pure bliss. The crowd was crazy now. The girl proceeded to give him a lap dance which made a huge bulge appear in Stiles pants. I looked down at mine and instantly covered it. As soon as she finished with Stiles lap dance, she pulled on the rope which dropped water onto them. She grabbed his face and gave him a rough kiss as Stiles squeezed her ass. She guided Stiles back to the crowd before she proceeded to dance seductively. She dropped to her knees and flipped her hair side to side before leaning back, giving the crowd a breathtaking view of her red thong. She leaned back up and slid to over so we could now she her side. She proceeded to grind on the floor before letting her hands roam her body. She stopped after a few seconds and reached behind her back. Suddenly her bra was loose, everyone screamed and whistled, making her smirk. She stood back up, slowly starting to take it off when the lights shut off out of nowhere.
"Give it up for Rose!"I heard someone yell.
A roar of clapping and whistling made me cover my sensitive ears. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Rose walk through the crowd when suddenly Theo called her over. I never noticed when Theo had decided to the coach right next to me. Rose smiled and walked over to him.
"How much for a lap dance?"He asked as he grabbed his wallet.
"20 dollars handsome."She answered, running her hands down his biceps.
Theo grinned up at her, handing her a 20 dollar bill. She winked at him before taking the money from him and stuffing it in her bra. She straddled his lap and began grinding on him. She leaned towards him, his face in her breast as she softly bit his ear. She began to leave a trail of soft wet kisses on his neck all the way down to his chest. Theo let a moan leave his lips as she grinded rougher into him. Theo was surprised when she pressed her lips against his, but he quickly kissed back. I could see their tongues going into each other’s mouths.
"I don’t think this is a lap dance kitten."Theo whispered as they pulled apart.
"Well sorry I couldn’t help myself, you’re insanely good looking."She whispered, making Theo smirk.
"So you want the lap dance instead of this?"She asked.
"No, no, I think I like this better."Theo answered, his hands finding her ass.
She grinned down at him before she continued. I swear I was throbbing now.
"Any sign of (Y/N)?"Stiles asked as he walked over to me.
"No not yet- Jesus Stiles cover your bulge."I muttered.
"Why don’t you cover yours!"Stiles yelled, making me cover mine.
Stiles and I looked around but couldn’t seem to find her. After what seemed like an eternity, we went back tot he pack. We found Rose sitting on Scott’s lap as Scott kissed her neck.
"I thought strippers weren’t allowed to be touched?"Scott asked Rose.
"We only let a few people if we want them to touch us."She answered.
Scott smirked before his hand found cupped one of her boobs. They started to make out roughly which made me feel slightly jealous.
"Liam you have to get a lap dance, she gave me and Scott one and it was amazing!"Malia yelled, grinning widely.
"Uh I didn’t bring money-”
“Here!"Malia said, shoving a 20 dollar bill in my face.
"I’ve got a lot of money now, people kept throwing it at the stage so I figured I’d keep it if they didn’t want it."Malia explained.
I shook my head, laughing at her. I watched as Rose pulled away from Scott, both breathing heavily.
"God you’re so hot."Scott growled.
"Uh Rose,could I um…. could I-”
“Rose give this boy the ride of his life!"Malia yelled as she pulled her off of Scott and sat her onto of me.
"Well aren’t you a snack."She whispered as she admired me.
"Your voice sounds so familiar."I said, making her eyes widen.
"I get that a lot."She muttered.
She ran her hands down my chest and started to leave a hickey on my neck. I tensed up, hoping she wouldn’t realize how quickly my neck would heal. She grabbed my hands and made me squeeze her ass.
"What do you want baby?"She asked.
I was about to answer but instead I smashed my lips against hers. She started to grind on me as she kissed back. I moaned into the steamy kiss.
"God Liam…"She whispered when we pulled apart.
The way my name left her red rosy lips, my eyes widened. I quickly removed her masquerade mask off.
”(Y/N)?“I asked in disbelief.
"Hi Liam…"She mumbled, grinning shyly.
Scott, Stiles, Malia, and Theo’s jaws dropped.
"Hi guys…"She whispered, turning to face them.
I wrapped my arms around her which made her heartbeat slow down.
"That’s why we couldn’t find you!"Stiles yelled.
"You tried finding me?”(Y/N) asked.
“Stiles wanted to prove he was right that you might be lying to us which I think he might be right about."Theo answered, staring at (Y/N) with lust filled eyes.
I looked at everyone and noticed their eyes were filled with lust too.
"I didn’t think you were dealing with something so bad that it would make you miss pack meetings-”
“Actually my parents got fired and can’t seem to find any jobs right now. I got this job so I can help them pay bills and rent."She spoke up.
"So you were wrong Stiles."I said, making Stiles glare at me.
"That’s why I’ve been spending almost every night here.”(Y/N) stated.
“Also Liam, move your phone-”(Y/N) started to say but stopped as she realized I had my phone in my hands.
"When’s your shift over?’'Scott asked.
“It’s 12:32."I said.
"Well I’m off now."She shrugged.
"Well there’s still a pack meeting you need to come to."Stiles spoke up.
"I guess we better get going.”(Y/N) said getting up from my lap.
After a few minutes, (Y/N) walked back to us. She was now in clothes most girls would use to run.
“Alright let’s go.”
“Wow my mom’s still not home."Scott muttered as we walked into his house.
Our eyes landed on Lydia who was watching a movie.
"Oh hey (Y/N)."She greeted, smiling.
I greeted her back and threw myself at the couch. Liam and Theo raced to the couch, both sitting next to me.
"So did you figure out why she was not at our pack meetings?"Lydia asked.
"Oh yeah, yeah, she’s dealing with money issues."Stiles mumbled, trying not to give my secret away.
”(Y/N)’s a stripper.“Malia blurted out, plopping down next to Lydia.
Lydia’s eyes widened as she turned to me.
"Are you the strippers who sleep with clients?"Lydia asked.
"No, I’m a stripper not a prostitute-”
“Then why do you have hickeys on your neck?"She asked.
We all turned to look at Scott who looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Hey mom!"Scott yelled nervously as the door opened.
"Hey- Jesus Christ (Y/N) what the hell happened to your neck?"Melissa asked, bewildered.
“(Y/N)’s a stripper!"Malia yelled, munching on popcorn.
"Oh and Scott was so close to having sex with her but she’s a stripper so she can’t-”
“Lia!"Scott shrieked, covering her mouth.
"You know what, I had a long day at work and I really don’t want to deal with whatever is going on right now so just please keep it down."Melissa muttered as walked past us.
We all looked at each other awkwardly before Malia had enough of the silence.
”(Y/N)’s a stripper named Rose!“Malia yelled, happily.
"Malia!"We all yelled at her.
"I said keep it down!"Melissa screamed.
"Malia that’s something you can’t tell the whole world about-”
“What’s wrong with being a stripper?"Malia asked.
"Nothing it’s just-”
“Malia just be quiet so we don’t make Melissa kick us out."Lydia snapped.
Suddenly the tv started blaring a loud screeching noise.
"That’s it!"Melissa screamed.
Scott jumped of his feet and yelled for us to run.
"Why?"Liam asked as I held onto him.
"That’s why!"Scot yelled as he pointed at Melissa.
Melissa appeared at the bottom of the stairs with a steel metal bat.
"Save the stripper!"Malia yelled as she picked me up and ran with me outside.- Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I hope you enjoyed it! Have a wonderful day/night!
Summary: Theo and (Y/N) have hated each other since the beginning of time and it doesn’t help that he’s with the pack now. Scott and Stiles’ have a bright idea to lock the two in a room together until they make up, but they never expected things to get so heated.
Pairing: Theo x Reader
Word Count: About 2.1K
Warning: Handcuffs, orgasm denial, smut
A/N: Let’s all pretend Theo helped them defeat the Dread Doctors.
Credit to the creator of the gif!
“That’s enough!”, Scott yelled, “You two have been going at it for weeks and it’s starting to get annoying”
“It’s just starting?”, Stiles let out
Scott glared at his best friend before he could continue to chastise Theo and I. Ever since he tried to have Scott killed, I’ve wanted nothing more than to bury him. In the end, he did help us defeat the Dread Doctors, but that didn’t mean I’d just start trusting him.
“She started all of this. It’s not my fault!”, Theo yelled back
“Just like it wasn’t your fault Scott died!?”, I countered
“How many times do I have to apologize? I’m so-”
“Your apologies don’t mean shi-”
“Enough!”, Scott yelled again, his eyes beginning to glow. I knew better then to start yelling again, but this argument was far from over. No one should trust Theo.
“(Y/N) I know this is difficult for you to accept, but he’s a part of our pack now. And Theo, you need to give it time. I’m aware that you two have a history, but somehow you’ll work through it”, Scott reasoned
“That’s not even the reason why!”
“How about some time alone?”, Stiles suggested
Theo groaned, then shook his head, “No, not a good idea”
“You’re right! It’s a great idea”, Scott grins, “Meet me in my room”
I grimaced as Theo smiled politely and led the way. Once we reached his room, Theo plopped down on the bed and made himself at home.
“What?”, he sighed when I glared in his direction
Before I could tear him a new one, Scott and Stiles entered the bedroom with a familiar sac in Stiles’ hand.
“We’ve decided to go on the mission without you”, Scott finally says
“What?”, we yelled in unison
“We don’t need this many people for it anyway. Stiles and I can handle this”
“What if you need backup?”, Theo fired back
“We have a hellhound, banshee, and two betas. In case you forgot”, Stiles replied
“What makes you think we’ll stay put?”, I nearly yelled as Stiles walked closer to the door
He faced my direction as a giant grin spread across his face. Scott quickly grabbed my right wrist and handcuffed it to his headboard, then moved out the door. I frantically pulled my wrist to and fro trying to get out of it.
“Whoa, calm down sweetheart. You might hurt yourself”, Theo said trying to get me to relax, “You know handcuffs won’t work on me. So I might as well leave”
As he began to stand, Stiles dumped the contents of the sac in a line front of the door.
“I doubt you will be anytime soon”, Stiles replied, “Try not to break anything kids”
“Scott be reasonable!”
“I am being reasonable! We’re a team and we need to stick together. Whatever is going on between the two of you you need to work through it. We shouldn’t be gone too long. Don’t destroy my room either”, he said as he shut the door and left the house, effectively trapping Theo and I inside
“Sooooo…:”, I let out to break the silence
“Don’t”, he quickly said, “No small talk”
“Oh so I take it you’re in charge now?”
“Someone should be”, he mumbles
“Aww is someone still mad they aren’t the alpha?”, I smirked as Theo got off the bed to put some distance between us
“Will you quit bringing that up!?”, he shouted
“Why would I do that? You came along and pulled our pack apart piece by piece. Scott died, Lydia was stuck in Eichen House, you blackmailed Stiles-”
Theo stood near the bed with his hands balled into fists, the rise and fall of his chest slightly increasing.
“And you took Hayden from Liam. All because you crave power! Was it really worth it Theo?”
“Be. Quiet”, he sneered
“It must have been worth while since you still ended up on the side of the good guys. Even though it doesn’t wipe away all the bad you’ve done”, I finished
Theo began to tremble as if he was going to break down right in front of me. His eyes flashed yellow and blood dripped from his clenched fist. I’m sure it hurts, but I really don’t care enough to say anything.
“You’re never going to trust me are you?”, he asked quietly
“Not in this lifetime”, I replied, “If you get these cuffs off me, I can break the seal and we’ll never speak of this again”
“No”, he was pacing back and forth, “We’re going to get through this like he said. I know this will take a while, but that’s a risk I’ll have to take”
He was either crazy or cared too much about what happened between us.
“You’re still angry”, he continued, “I know it’s my fault that you’re hurting. Believe me I want to make it up to you, if you’ll let me”
This was a side of Theo I didn’t get to see often. He felt bad for being an ass and wanted to be forgiven.
“No”, I said hesitantly, “You’ve said that before and it didn’t end so well”
He lowered his head and let out a frustrated groan.
“I didn’t know they would take you. If I had known I would have left a while ago”, he said softly
“The only reason you decided to help our pack was because they took me. What if they didn’t? Would you still have helped or let us suffer? You make terrible decisions and I’m always going to be the one to pay for them”
“The Dread Doctors used you to get to me. They thought if they got you out the way, I would be compliant, but it only made things worse. The thought of them harming you drove me crazy and I knew it was all my fault. I stopped at nothing to make sure you would be safe”
He hesitantly moved closer to me and sat on the bed.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you (Y/N). I thought I was doing the right thing until you were kidnapped. Out of all the crap that has been going on you’re the only thing that makes sense and I can’t lose you. That’s why I stayed”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Honestly, you shouldn’t. You have no reason to, but I want to work on us. Find a way to right my wrongs with everyone and that starts with you sweetheart”
He’s never been this forward with me. It was a start and I did miss spending time with him. The late nights. The kissing. God the kissing. It drives me crazy just thinking about it. He leaned forward, his face inches from mine. He was lingering in front of me, eyeing my lips down to my neck and chest. His hands ran slowly up my arms up to my wrists. They ran across the handcuffs, but he didn’t take them off. Confusion spread across my face as he smiled.
Theo moved so he was sitting between my legs and unbuttoned my shirt. As he got closer, he ran the tip of his nose along my neck, I let out a moan. He kissed up my neck as his hand trailed down sliding into my leggings. I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping my mouth. The tip of his finger brushed across my clit and I pulled against the restraints. He smirked as he saw my reaction and began moving his finger in slow circles, but soon picked up the pace. My back arched from against the headboard. He positioned two fingers at my entrance and slowly pushed them in.
“(Y/N) you’re soaked”, he groaned as he finally started to pull out, then push them back in. His fingers went in farther until he found my spot. My legs shook uncontrollably as he continued to rub his fingers against it. Theo kissed me to silence my screams, but soon moved away to watch my reaction. I was getting closer and closer to the edge when he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.
“Theo please”, I groaned
“Not yet sweetheart”, he smirked as he pulled off my leggings and threw my panties aside
He lowered himself between my legs and softly bit the insides of my thighs. He moved at a painstakingly slow pace as he teased me. Finally, he leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his tongue in circles on my clit. I wanted to keep myself from screaming too loud as I pulled the restraints once again.
“Theo”, I moaned as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked gently
His hand yanked my bra down and he rolled my nipple between my fingers. My core began to throb as my moans got louder, then he pulled away with a grin.
“You can’t get too loud, you might wake the neighbors”, he winked
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine once again. He pulled away and his pants and boxers were on the floor. He stroked himself as he stared into my eyes.
“I should have asked you before. Are you okay with this?”, he asked hesitantly
“Yes”, I gasped, “I want this. I want you”
“Thank God because this would have turned out so awkward”, he laughed
His laugh was infectious and I felt myself smiling at him once again.
He leaned over me once more, positioning himself between my legs. Theo pushed himself inside halfway and began to shake. He groaned at the feeling of me being wrapped around him before pushing himself in completely. It didn’t take long to adjust to his length.
He pulled back, then slowly pushed himself in again. His lips met mine once again. Everything he needed to say was in the kiss. The last thing I expected was to have Theo between my legs this evening.
My legs began to tremble. He may have been taking his time, but I could feel my release slowly building up. Just when I thought I reach an orgasm again, he pulled away.
“Are you trying to kill me?”, I gasped
When grinned at me I knew I was in trouble. He lifted one of my legs up, then slammed into me. I barely had enough time to adjust, let alone get a word out. As he continued his pace, I was far from able to form a coherent sentence.
He moved his hand to get a hold of my waist at an angle. As he began to hit my spot again, I let out another moan, barely able to control myself. By now I was screaming his name.
Theo leaned down to kiss my neck when I heard him growling softly in my ear. He couldn’t control himself either. I pushed my hips up to meet his pace and he growled even louder.
“(Y/N) I’m so close”, he groaned
The look on my face told it all. With my movements matching his torturous pace and his lips on my neck, I was pushed over the edge and Theo quickly followed suit. He collapsed on top of me trying to catch his breath.
Soon the cuffs were broken and we scrambled to put our clothes on once we heard the front door open. Theo and I smiled as we raced to put Scott’s bed back together. As soon as we finished, the door pushed open.
“We’re back”, Stiles called as he broke the seal
Scott hesitantly stepped into his room and looked around, “You took her cuffs off”
“Yeah. They weren’t needed…after a while”, Theo said, a knowing grin spreading across his room
Scott paused again, then breathed in. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on the both of us holding hands.
“Did you two…in my bed!?”
Stiles doubled over in laughter, “I never saw that coming”
“Scott, I never planned on this happening, but one thing led to another and…”, Theo stated
“Look in the bright side. We get along now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”, I said grinning from ear to ear
Scott opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he glared at the both of us.
“Babe”, Theo said as he squeezed my hand, “We should run”
With that being said he pulled me out of Scott’s room and run like hell with Scott chasing right behind us.
Warnings: swearing, blood and mentions of injuries, not quite smut but flirting, nakedness and undressing, couple being in a bath together (but not like smutty, it’s actually rlly fluffy) (but at one point it’s kind of heated so yeah)
Summary: Y/N gets worried that Theo forgot about their plans, but it turns out he got hurt badly somehow while with the Pack. So, Y/N being the amazing girlfriend she is, helps give him a bath to clean off all the dirt and blood all over him.
A/N: can we just all take a moment of appreciation for tHEO rAEKEN. like seriously, this boy is finally being brought into the Pack and I’m LiViNg for it. Hope you enjoy this cute little fic I wrote today and thx for 100 notes on the last one ;)
I sigh, standing in front of the mirror, just staring at my reflection. The bags starting to form under my eyes were absolutely hideous. I’d been up since 10 pm waiting for Theo, who said he’d be here by then. I reach out, over the bathroom sink, grabbing my phone and looking at the time. 1:47 am, and still no sign of him.
I was honestly starting to get worried. It wasn’t like him to forget about plans, and on the rare occasion that it did slip his mind, as soon as he remembered he would send me a text. But, no, no text.
I start getting restless, my mind reaching crazy impossibilities like he’d been captured by Gerard or maybe Scott stopped thinking he’d changed from his old ways and just killed him. I shake my head, dismissing the ideas that were clouding my common sense.
My unsteady hand moves forward, grasping the sink handle and pulling it, a stream of water pouring down the spout. I cup my hands together, bending over and splashing the pool of water into my face.
I pull out the top drawer below the sink, retrieving my hairbrush and beginning the task of calming the wild strands splaying across my head. It kept me busy for a while, until the thoughts of Theo came flooding back into my mind.
I click the power button of my phone on again, seeing that it was now 3 am. I gave in, tapping onto his contact and pressing his phone number. No answer. I try again. No answer.
I groan, pushing both of my hands into my hair, combing it back. My brows lift and my eyes light up. Before I can rethink my action, I dial Scott’s number.
It rings once, my foot tapping impatiently. It rings again, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Y/N?” A panicked voice asks.
“Scott? What’s wrong?” I ask, hearing some wailing in the background, and the terrible engine of Roscoe.
“Y/N, we’re coming over to your place right now!” Scott shouts, the worry in his voice making my anxiety rise.
“Scott-” I begin, but he hangs up. I look at my reflection with wide eyes, hoping that nothing too bad had happened.
I leave the bathroom, going down the hall to my bedroom and throwing on one of Theo’s oversized t-shirts over my nightgown. I call out for my parents, but no one answers, meaning they decided to book a hotel room instead of driving an hour back home. Thank god for weekly date night.
I rush down the wooden staircase, my heart pounding as I open my front door. I’d rather sit on the front steps, basking in the moonlight, where I could see the blue Jeep pull up, rather than wait inside.
After what feels like forever in the warm, summer air, I hear a car driving down the far end of my street. I perk up, standing to peer over the bushes blocking my view. I let out a breath I was holding in, feeling the happiest I’ve ever been, seeing that worn down Jeep.
Stiles parks Roscoe dead in front of the path that leads to where I’m standing, Scott jumping out, even before it fully stops. He runs to me, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He grabs onto my shoulders with his hands. “He’ll heal, okay? Just remember that,” he whispers.
“What?” I query, my hands shaking. I wiggle my way out of his grasp, looking over his shoulder, physically weakening at the sight.
Theo stands limply, wincing as Malia and Stiles try to help him get into the house. My breathing quickens, Lydia emerging from behind him, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug. “It’ll be okay,” she whispers. I take in a deep breath, managing to nod in response.
As he gets closer, my eyes trail over the rips in his clothes, the gashes in his chest, and how he’s basically covered head to toe in blood. His cool blue eyes meet mine, in a sort of determination, his movements becoming faster.
He reaches me with the help of Stiles and Malia, Stiles moving so that I can take his place. I gently lift Theo’s arm over my shoulder, trying my hardest to not break at how hard he’s trying to conceal his pain from me. I don’t care about the droplets of bright red dripping down his face as I kiss his cheek.
“Are- they h-” his voice is hoarse, so I stop him, my hand resting on his chest.
“Stop pushing yourself,” I whisper soothingly, knowing that him trying to talk right now, was not going to help anyone. “And no, my parents aren’t home. They’re staying at some hotel for the night.”
He gives me a forced smile, and I motion to upstairs, silently asking if he thinks he can reach the top. Being who he is, he nods firmly. “Okay, let’s just take it slow,” I whisper and he nods again.
Malia lets go of his right side, so he can grip onto the railing himself, but I stay by his left side, taking each step slowly with him.
“There you go,” I encourage. “Only two more steps till the top.” He groans, pausing and taking in a sharp breath.
“You know I love you, right?” He states through uneven breathing.
“You have no idea how much I love you,” I retort. His eyes scan my features and I grin, urging him to keep going.
“Raeken, you’re not quitting on me now,” I laugh weakly. At my words, he takes the last two steps, reaching the top and falling into me.
I gasp, but quickly regain my own balance to hold him up. I guess those workouts he forced me to do with him, actually came in handy. Scott, who was walking close behind us the whole way up the stairs, clutches onto the other side of him. Theo grunts at the impact, but gives Scott a thankful smile.
“The bathroom,” I say. “I need to get him washed up.” They nod as we make our way down the hall, the trail of dark red liquid seeping into the carpet. I pray those stains will come out or else I won’t hear the end of it from my mom, not even mentioning how to explain how the crazy amount of blood got there in the first place. (Maybe lying and saying I had a huge nosebleed. No? Okay.)
I let go of Theo, creaking the bathroom door open to let Scott haul him inside. Scott softly helps Theo down onto the floor as I run to my room to grab a few towels.
I return with the layers of cloth stacked in my hands, when Scott stops me outside of the bathroom by grabbing onto my forearm. “Are you good to deal with this on your own?” He questions.
I scoff, patting him on the back. “If anyone can deal with Theo, it’s me.”
“True,” Scott laughs. “We’ll all be just a phone call away.”
“Yeah!” Malia yells from downstairs. I chuckle light-heartedly, thanking Scott for helping while the rest of the Pack leaves.
“Anytime.” He kisses me on the top of my hair, in the brotherly way he always did, saying a goodbye, and closing the front door behind him.
I turn back to Theo, who’s propped his back up against the wall while sitting on the cold tile. I kneel down next to him, giving him a sad smile, dropping the towels onto the floor beside me.
“What the hell happened?” I query.
Theo chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
I bite back my questions, knowing to fix him up, then interrogate him after. I take ahold of the hem of his shirt, looking up at him. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Trust me, Y/N,” he remarks. “Whenever you take off my shirt, it’s far from hurting me.”
My jaw drops and I slap his arm lightly. He raises his arms in mock defense, the wince from it not going unnoticed by me. “Just saying,” he laughs.
“Raeken you’re very lucky that you’re injured right now.”
“The person in pain would say otherwise.”
I roll my eyes, going back to the task at hand. Theo helps me by raising his arms, him wincing too many times for my comfort, as I pull the fabric upwards as fast as possible over his head, exposing his toned chest. I take the time to examine his wounds carefully, my thumb grazing over a gash that makes Theo take in a sharp breath.
“Sorry,” I apologize, widening my eyes and tenderly grabbing his jaw in my hand, rubbing his cheek with the pad of my thumb.
He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. “It’s okay, just finish undressing me.”
“Normally, we’re in different circumstances when you say those words.”
“Oh, trust me I know,” he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows wildly at me, causing me to stifle a laugh.
I stand up, putting my hands out to help him up as well. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually grabs on. I surprise both myself and him when I’m able to hoist him up with little help on his part.
“Fuck,” he says incoherently. “How did I now just realize how hot you look in my shirt?” Heat rises to my cheeks as quickly as he utters those words, resulting in a smug look on his face from how he was capable of making me blush with only a few words.
I bend down, still a bit flustered, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, my fingers digging into the waistband and pulling them down. I start the bath, pushing the knob all the way to the hottest temperature, just how Theo liked it. Countless mornings had taught me that, along with how he enjoyed his pancakes with an ungodly amount of syrup.
Theo’s fingers hook beneath the thin material of his boxers, but I stop him. “Let me,” I breathe. A smirk plays across his lips as he looks down at me, but I ignore him.
I pull down his last article of clothing, and shimmy under his arm to help him into the bath tub. He sighs in relief when his foot hits the water, the rest of his body easily following. Within milliseconds, his whole body is submerged under the hot water, except for his shoulders and up, an expression of euphoria plastered on his face.
The mirror above the sink starts steaming up when I remember something. “I’ll go get some bath salts,” I say, knowing that they helped me relax, so it wouldn’t hurt for him to test them out.
“Okay, just come back quick.”
My mouth turns upwards at his neediness, finding it really cute. I close the distance between us, bending down and pushing back the messy hair on the top of his head. I plant a wet kiss on his forehead, my hand trailing down to his cheek, Theo brushing his lips against the palm of my hand in response.
I pull away from him, the warmth abruptly disappearing without his touch. I go into my room to get the pink salts, returning almost immediately.
I pour some of them into the bath, at the far end of the tub. I sit down on a yellow towel laying on the floor right beside Theo, shamelessly staring at the beautiful boy soaking in front of me.
Even with dried blood caking parts of his brown hair, he looks damn good, and I kind of hate him for it. His thick brows are a deep brown, complementing his strikingly bright blue eyes. His rosy lips were another story; just the thought of them against my own made butterflies erupt in my stomach. The dark stubble dotting along his jawline, that often rubbed against my cheeks, made me tremble a bit. Every part of this boy was breathtaking and I knew there’d never be a day that I would get tired of the sight.
“Y/N,” Theo mumbles, his eyelids still shut. “Stop staring,” he teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his blue eyes open to focus in on me.
“Am I not allowed to check my boyfriend out?” I ask, dipping my hand in the water and splashing his face.
His jaw slacks, looking at me with wide eyes before splashing me back. “Theo!” I squeal, my clothes getting completely drenched.
“Sorry, but payback’s a bitch,” he jokes. I scoff, pealing the wet t-shirt off of me.
Theo’s eyes rake over my body, his tongue skimming over his lips, his posture straightening. “You’re going to kill me,” he growls.
I furrow my brows, looking down and realizing that the slip I was wearing was a little more translucent than I thought, especially because of how soaked it was. I smirk, my hands twirling all the strands of my hair on top of my head, creating a messy bun. My eyes stay glued on Theo the whole time, watching him devour my every movement.
“Now who’s staring?” I tease, my hands resting on my hips triumphantly.
“If it weren’t for me being in pain every second I move, you would be so paying for wearing that thing. Or rather, lack of.”
“You’re drooling, Raeken.”
“Please come in here with me,” he begs, splashing the water around as he moves to make room for me, wincing at the motion.
“I’ll have to think about it,” I say while pursing my lips, looking up at the ceiling, and feigning deep in thought.
“Please,” he groans. I laugh, but fall for those puppy eyes of his when I look back at him. They were my all time weakness when it came to him. I honestly believed that those things could stop wars.
“Okay,” I agree, his eyes lighting up. “But, only to scrub you down.”
Theo smiles as my right foot dips into the tub behind him, the water rippling. I sink into the hot bath, squeezing my legs on either side of him and getting a perfect view of the expanse of skin that was Theo’s back. His hands find my thighs, his fingers swirling designs over the delicate skin.
I extend my arm out of the bath, clutching the body wash. I put a dollop of the soap in my hands, rubbing the product to create some bubbles. I know a lot of girls enjoyed abs, but the muscles that flexed as my hands rubbed into Theo’s back were way too underrated.
I massaged the apple-scented foam into his shoulder blades, a contented sigh leaving Theo’s mouth, his body relaxing more with every passing second. “Feel good?” I ask, my hands pausing.
He reaches behind himself, grabbing onto my hand and pushing it against his shoulder again. “Don’t stop,” he mumbles and I obey. This goes on for a while until his whole back is clean of any dirt or blood, his eyes closed in a state of bliss.
“Can you lean back for me?” I whisper, him complying swiftly, his bare back flush against my chest, his body comfortably settled between my legs. I begin rubbing the product into his torso, feeling the faint heartbeat under my fingers. Theo turns his head a little, his mouth capturing my neck, sucking at some places while just leaving pecks at others.
I notice that his gashes and scratches were already at the later stages of healing, so he was perfectly able, at this point, to do this himself, but I couldn’t stop, because he just looked so happy; how his dark eyebrows were raised slightly, how the corners of his lips upturned, and how he lay kisses on any part of me that was exposed to him.
I finish lathering him with the body wash, squeezing the shampoo into my hands. Theo had a massive thing for me running my fingers through his hair; he practically begged me to do it whenever we were together. So, the moment my nails scratch delicately against his scalp, he lets out a guttural moan.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, my fingers running through his soft brown hair, wondering who was enjoying this more.
“I honestly don’t deserve you,” he states, giving me a genuine smile. I laugh, tugging his hair back gently so that I could give him a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Even after I finished washing him up and all his wounds healed, we stayed in the hot water, his back against me as I played with his hair, his lips on my neck every once and a while.
“You still haven’t told me why you ended up like this,” I say, my brows knitting together. Theo bites the corner of his lip, turning to face me and shrugging. This boy was something else.
A/N: Anon wanted a threesome, but I suck at writing those, so I re-wrote the idea and made it into something that I felt comfortable writing about. heh.
It’s been a rough week for Theo and Liam, it wasn’t
often two betas would get into their heat at the same time. Scott and Stiles
had been forced to keep them both away from you and the other girls of the pack
on daily basis
Here you can find my writing that I’ve done for either Teen Wolf or
The Originals, as well as Captain Hook/Kilian Jones from Once Upon A
Time. Ones that have been requested by people and the ones that I have
written as well. Enjoy reading through them :). And anybody’s welcome to
request, just send me an ask. x
Request: ‘Can you do a Derek imagine where you are Derek’s girlfriend and the pack finds your instagram and it has pictures of you two on it doing cute things and Derek is smiling and they confront him and they find them sleeping together? (Actually sleeping) Thanks!’
prompt: you confront Derek about him wanting to keep your relationship a secret from your friends, which leads to a few confessions. Meanwhile your friends found your also secret Instagram account.
pairing: derek x fem!reader
A/N: I’m obviously back from the dead. Please don’t hate me for my absence
You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend and truned away from him. You were in the middle of another one of your arguments. Derek and you had been together for almost half a year now and yet none of your friends were ‘allowed’ to know about it.
Derek thought it as inappropriate to share his relationship will Scott’s whole pack, which, unfortunately, were your closest friends. You just wanted to tell your best friends how happy your boyfriend made you and how happy you had become in general but Derek wanted it to be a secret.
Tears had welled up in your eyes as soon as the argument had started, but you were the one who had started it in the first place. You just were hurt by him not wanting others to know about you.
summary ; in which no one else seems to notice that y/n’s been struggling immensely since the demise of theo raeken, except liam. and so, liam can’t help but go against the rest of the pack to make you happy once more. 
warnings ; death (kind of), sadness, angst, season 6a spoilers
You remember running as fast as you possibly could down those dark tunnels; you remember your shoes slapping against the damp ground loudly as panicked breaths left your lips and tears stung your waterline, threatening to fall. You remember catching up with the rest of your so-called ‘pack’ as they all stood in a circle, determined looks etched on their faces.
You remember being too late.
You remember hearing Kira’s cold words. “The Skinwalkers have a message for you, Theo. Your sister wants to see you.“
You remember watching her wield her katana as you rushed past the others and stopped short in front of the angered kitsune. "No! Kira, please!” You remember shouting, your voice laced with desperation as Theo glanced your way, his eyes filled with unmistakable panic and fear.
“(Y/N)…” The whispered words escaped past his lips as he attempted to take a few steps toward you, the girl he loved, but came to a hesitant halt when Liam and Scott bared their teeth and growled at him from directly behind your shaking body.
You remember Scott grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back as you begged your friends not to do what you knew they were about to. The feeling of complete dread filled you when they continued to ignore your screams, the heavy tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to escape from the True Alpha’s grip. "Please! Don’t do this! Kira!“ You cried out, your heart pounding in your chest as alarm increasingly flared up inside of you.
“It’s for the best, (Y/N),” Scott’s voice rang in your ears as he held your fighting body tightly against himself.
“No! Please! I-I love him,” You rasped out, your cries dying down when you looked at your boyfriend. His wide eyes were glued to you, those three words had sprung the sudden feeling of regret for all he had done to put him in this final position onto him as it ran through his veins and he watched the tears fall from your beautiful eyes. If he hadn’t acted the way he did to the rest of the pack, he wouldn’t be about to lose you. But he couldn’t change that now, he reminded himself harshly.
You remember being too late.
Kira’s sword had already come into contact with the ground by the time you finished your confession, a harsh glare in her glowing eyes. The wet, paved stones cracking and rumbling under your feet. You remember the floor caving in, Theo’s sister crawling her way up from under the rubble, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched her with wide, frozen eyes snatch his legs with her hands, yanking him to the cold, hard ground.
“(Y/N)! Help me! Please!” His distraught voice echoed through your head and shook your body to the core.
“Theo!” You remember the sobs that racked through your body and the way that your chest heaved heavily as you tried so hard to get past Scott’s hold on you, as you tried so hard to save the only person who’s ever really loved you. You remember hearing his pleas and watching his grip on the edge of the ground slip, and him fall into the epitome of his own hell.
“No!” You remember the scream that erupted from you, your vision blurred with tears and your chest tight with the pain and the loss. Scott let go of you and you immediately scrambled to the giant, gaping hole in the stone, gasping breaths leaving your parted lips hysterically.
You remember being too late.
The ground swallowed him up just as quick and magically, it was whole again. No cracks, no rubble, no flaws. You remember feeling numb. Your wide eyes locked on the ground as your knees gave way, leading you to land upon the cold concrete where the boy you loved had just been taken from you.
You had decided to split away from the pack when the sun rose the very next day. There was a hole, a darkness, a void, in your chest where something was missing, from where Theo was missing… That darkness hadn’t been picked up by light, not even months down the line. It hadn’t changed.
You hadn’t spoken to anyone; you had barely left the house. You rarely ate, your once glowing skin, now a sickly pale. Your parents were incredibly worried; they knew about the supernatural and the fact that your boyfriend was a creature of the night.
They knew that he had betrayed the pack a few times but they had regularly seen you and him cuddled close together in your room, his fingers softly running through your hair, your head gently rested on his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around your body as you both gazed at the tv, a comfortable silence filling the room; they knew that he would never hurt you. They knew how much Theo meant to you and vice versa.
Now, everything felt wrong.
You were convinced that none of the pack had noticed your absence at school, even though your leave was extremely abrupt. They all assumed that you were grieving and that you would need time and space to heal and so they left you alone.
Liam noticed more than anyone, however. Ever since he moved to Beacon Hills, there had been no one who was more welcoming and supportive of him than you and he would never forget that. You two had been good friends all throughout his time in that county and he hated not being able to see you but still knowing how heartbroken you were over the pack’s rash decisions.
So, he decided to do something about it. Getting in touch with the Celestial kitsune, Noshiko Yukimura, had been easy. But, convincing her to come back to Beacon Hills for the sole purpose of her delivering Kira’s katana to them had been slightly more difficult but doable after some pleads, nonetheless.
Back again, you thought begrudgingly. The underground tunnels seeming even darker and even damper than the last time you were here. The last time you were here.The last time you were here, you lost Theo.
You folded your arms across your body, shivering as the cool breeze of the evening flowed throughout the maze of tunnels. All the bad memories resurfacing against your will as you stood opposite Liam and Hayden, in the exact area in which you saw your boyfriend get dragged down to his personal hell.
“What are we doing here, Liam?” Your voice was small and quiet as you glanced around at your dank surroundings, tightening your grip on yourself as if you were attempting to comfort and shield yourself from the nightmares those tunnels bring.
Liam let out a steady huff of air, his eyes flickering to Hayden’s and then back to yours as he brought his hand out from behind his back. Your breath got caught in your throat and as you stared at the item he beheld. Kira’s sword. “W-what?” You stuttered out roughly, your heart hammering in your chest as you took a step closer to your friends.
“Use it,” His demand was soft and kind as he reached his arm out towards you. You let out an inevitable breath of chilled air before reaching out with shaky hands, grasping the grip of the sword in your fingers.
You looked up at Liam with teary eyes before throwing your free arm around his torso and bringing him into a long overdue hug. His arms went around your shoulders and you muttered out a quiet and muffled but appreciative, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” You pulled away and gave a grateful nod of your head Hayden’s way as the two of you barely knew each other; she returned it with a small, happy, smile written on her lips.
You turned away from the two, sighing shakily as you readily positioned the sword above the ground. Not even hesitating once as you lifted the katana up before swinging it back down onto the concrete with as much strength as you could muster.
The ground did as it did before, cracking and crumbling, giving away to create the same wide and immense hole. The stone explodes as a clawed hand shoots up and into the air; a gasp tumbled from your lips as you watched Theo painfully slowly clamber his way out of the rubble and onto safe ground.
“T-Theo?” Your voice seemed to get lost in the cool wind when your glistening eyes connected with his vibrant and glowing, golden ones. Low growls emitted past his sharp canines until his eyes locked onto your frozen body, and his breath gets caught. The gold in his iris’ slowly fading out until the soft hazel colour that you fell in love with is restored.
“(Y/N)…” He breathed out, his voice hoarse as he took a few steps towards you. Kira’s sword fell out of your grip and clattered onto the floor, the noise echoing and bouncing off the walls of the tunnels but you didn’t notice as your legs carry you as fast as they could back into his warm arms.
Tears that had been collecting on your waterline slowly made their trek down your rosy cheeks as his arms tightly wrap around your waist and his head settles in the crook of your neck. The sadness that had been sitting on your shoulders and weighing you down ever since he was taken away from you, dissipated into thin air and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief because of it.
Then, you felt his tears on the skin of your slightly exposed collarbone and heard the almost inaudible sound of his sniffles, so you hugged him tighter and ran your fingers through his messy, dark hair. “I-I love you too,” You could only just make out his hushed and muffled words through your elated cries of happiness but your heart swelled when they ring through your ears, like music.
Warnings: Mature content, sexual content, hints of smut, nsfw.
“Where is she?” Theo fumed as he ran after Scott. He
was on his way towards the cafeteria, in hopes of getting rid of Theo since he’s
been asking about your presence at least three times just this morning.
Character(S): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Theo Raeken/Reader, Lydia Martin
Word Count: 5096
Notes: Drinking, Alcohol Abuse, Oral (both receiving - 69-ing), Slight Bondage, Orgasm Denial, ‘Toy’ use please don’t try this at home), marking, kinda angsty. Huge thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for being my actual angel and giving me encouragement on this and proof reading it because it’s ways different to anything I’ve done before. Also thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @thelittlestkitsune for the incredible help they gave me all the way through, reading and checking it all.
“Y/N, you’re doing it again.”, Malia whispered to you. You gazed away from Liam and turned towards her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, you replied, your eyes now on your lunch. “You know exactly what she means.”, Lydia now said.
You quietly rolled your eyes as a small smile tugged at your lips. “You are so head over heels for him, Y/N. When are you gonna tell him?”, Lydia asked. “I’m not head over heels for him!”, you tried to defend yourself. Malia scooted closer to you and sniffed the air around you. “Yep, definitely head over heels for him.”, she stated.
Lydia’s face literally told you ‘I told you so’ without her even saying a single word. You rolled your eyes and continued eating your lunch.
Summary: Theo sees Y/N flirting with Liam and even though they aren’t together, Theo lashes out and Liam doesn’t take it lightly. They get into a fight in front of the Pack.
A/N: 3rd one let’s go! :) I spent a little bit more time on this one, so hope you enjoy! Sorry if the formatting is a little weird, but I tried my best to fix it (I do everything on my phone so if it’s weird on the computer sowwy).
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The whole Pack was sitting around in Scott’s living room, just hanging out.
Lydia and Stiles were sitting on the couch, snuggling and watching tv. Malia and Scott were on the floor, Scott’s head propped up with a pillow while Malia’s head lay on his stomach.
I was sitting on the other end of the couch, when Liam walked into the room with two sodas, which he previously said he was going to the kitchen to get. He handed me one, a charming smile on display. I wrap my hand around the cold can, water condensation on the outside of the drink dripping off.
“Thanks,” I say while giving him a genuine grin.
“No problem. Anything for you.” He smirks at his statement, before plopping down on the carpet in front of me, his body situated between my feet and his back leaning against the couch.
I smile slightly, getting a whiff of his amazing smelling hair. “Dunbar, did you start using a different shampoo?” I ask.
He looks up at me, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip. “Yeah, just for you, Cupcake,” he responds.
Around me, Liam always seemed to get a sudden boost of confidence that he didn’t have with the others. He always seemed so sure of his words, his flirting radiating of a steady balance of humbleness and cockiness.
I hear a muffled growl across the room that startles me the tiniest bit. I look up to the chair pulled out from the dining room, noticing Theo staring wickedly at Liam, his eyes glowing every few seconds.
I’m confused by his behavior, not understanding the sudden tension filling the air. Obviously everyone notices it, especially Scott and Malia as they tense, probably sensing Theo’s chemo signals. Lydia catches on, shaking Stiles gently to get his attention. But, they all stay silent just watching the interaction.
This action isn’t proving Theo’s case to anyone, as we recently allowed him to start hanging around us more often. Me being the main person who pushed for his inclusion. Maybe it was only me who saw him as a good person in the inside.
Lydia and Malia said my judgement was clouded by how Theo and I had a sort of friends with benefits relationship. Every once and a while, we would hook up, nothing too crazy, just a make out session or what not at parties and such, but I honestly did think he was a good person, whole-heartedly and I wouldn’t be swayed otherwise.
Liam looks up at Theo, his left eyebrow quirking upwards, puckering his lips. He suddenly grabs my bare leg, planting a kiss on my knee. Um, what?
I’m so confused by this action, unable to form any words as Liam crawls up onto the couch, pulling me into an embrace.
“Liam,” I muster to say into his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?”
He maintains his hold on me, somehow creating more contact than the previous embrace. I stiffen, knowing how everyone’s eyes were on us. I try pushing away, finally understanding what was happening.
He was marking me.
I hear a growl again, but this time not muffled and definitely closer than before.
“Let go,” Theo growls. I shift to see him standing behind Liam with his legs wide apart, in a stance that says not to fuck with him.
Liam eventually loosens his grip, so I slip out, pushing off of the couch. I look back, seeing the two boys’ eyes flashing.
I feel hands grip around my hips, pulling me towards them. I look over my shoulder, glancing at Theo giving me a look that I can read and respond to in a moment. The look asking if I was okay, my response being the quick nod of my head.
Theo nods back sharply, before pushing me behind him, growling at Liam, his sharp teeth forming.
Scott grabs my forearm, pulling me until I’m in Malia’s grasp. He then walks forward, standing between the two childish boys.
“Guys,” he says calmly, always the mediator, “Can we at least try sorting this out without ripping my mom’s sofa again? She was pissed last time.”
Normally, the two boys would back down at the sight of Scott, knowing when defeat was defeat, but they edged on, both still giving one another death stares and growls for days.
Liam lunges past Scott, but Theo’s quick reflexes push him away before his claws can reach him.
“Bad move, kid,” Theo mutters, before swiping a claw at Liam’s face, scratching his cheek barely.
Liam retaliates, throwing a fist at Theo’s nose, then gripping his right leg and dragging it back so his body slams into the ground. I wince, my hands automatically raising up to cover my mouth.
Theo shuffles up, wiping the blood off that’s now dripping from his nose. His tongue flits out, over his lips, glancing in my direction, then charging forward. Liam’s body going limp as Theo slams him into the wall. Liam’s arms reach up and he starts scratching and scraping at his face and chest. Theo’ claws also trying to reach his opponent.
Now, I fall to the ground, my eyes going wide. This was escalating way too quickly for my liking, the wounds becoming more severe than any Pack fight had ever gotten.
“Scott, do something,” I shout. He looks at me, nodding his head in determination, his eyes turning red.
He rushes over to Liam and Theo, grabbing Theo’s grey sweatshirt and throwing him back, placing a strong hand over Liam’s chest in order to keep him from moving.
Malia runs over to Theo, holding him back as well. After a few seconds of utter disbelief, I shake out of it, my feet taking me in between Liam and Theo.
They both look at me, how anxious they are showing through their body language, their eyes watching my movements intently.
Liam’s body deflates, as my feet act on their own, my body crashing into Theo’s and pulling him against me.
Malia steps back and Theo wraps his arms around my waist. I pull away, my hand grazing under his nose at the crimson red liquid.
“What have you gotten yourself into?” I ask, my lip quivering. I knew he would heal, but it still pained me to see how he flinched as I inspected his wounds. My hand hovered over the cut on his lip, then to the one on his chest, then his neck, and then to his arm.
For a flash of a second I looked over to Liam, Scott attending to his wounds. Liam was already healing, but as I continued inspecting Theo’s wounds they weren’t healing quite yet. The scratches from Liam must’ve been significantly deeper.
“Can we go somewhere more private?” He whispers. I furrow my eyebrows in concern, nodding my head slowly. He pulls me toward the staircase, our retreating forms slipping out of the room unnoticed.
We make it to Scott’s bedroom. I go into his room, sitting down on his bed and tucking my hands underneath my thighs.
Theo peers out the door, then closes it virtually noiselessly. He takes a deep breath, then walks over and sits right next to me.
I turn my body to face towards him as he pushes his hand through his messy hair, an almost unnoticeable wince as he does the quick movement, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by me.
My hand reaches out, sliding on top of the one on his knee, squeezing it against better judgement of me.
He flashes a small smile, before his lips go back into a straight line, his expression becoming serious.
I roll my bottom lip under my teeth, subconsciously playing with the bracelet on my hand that I’d been given by Scott for my birthday. Of course, it was filled with wolfsbane.
Theo notices my uneasiness, this time, his hand squeezing my own and me offering him a small smile.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me after we’ve been sitting side by side for almost 6 solid minutes in silence.
“Okay,” he huffs, “I’m not really sure how to put this in words, but you know how we’ve been sneaking around and you know… stuff.”
I nod my head, hoping this wasn’t heading in the direction I thought it was going. “Yeah, I’ve really enjoyed those moments,” I say truthfully. Even if I was lying, he would’ve been able to tell by my heartbeat. Or maybe not, due to how fast it was going just by being in a room alone with him. I kind of loved how he had this effect on me. Kind of.
“Well,” he rubbed his hand behind his neck, “I want to stop doing that.”
I felt a pang in my chest and I tried my hardest to keep my face unreadable as he said those words. Even though it was only a small fling, I thought he had real feelings for me and my heart broke that he didn’t want me anymore. But, I didn’t want him to see how much a sentence could affect me, so I just nodded gently.
I started to stand up, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Okay,” I whispered. “If that’s what you want, then-”
I felt a strong grip on my wrist andI looked down at Theo’s beautiful blue eyes, his pink lips parted. He pulled me back down onto the bed.
He brushed his hand against my cheek, causing me to close my eyes and revel in his touch, ignoring how he basically just told me he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.
“Y/N,” he murmured, “I think you’re interpreting this situation all wrong.”
I raised my eyebrows, more confused than I was earlier. “How am I supposed to interpret you breaking up with me even though there’s nothing to break up with?” I ask, starting to feel tears well up in my eyes. I told myself I wasn’t going to show any emotions, but everything inside me felt like it was crumbling.
“That’s the point,” he said, smiling.
How the hell could he be smiling.
“Y/N.” He gripped onto my hands with his own two, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin. My gaze fell down towards the action. “I want to make whatever we are, more official.”
My tongue skimmed over my lips, my nose crinkling, wondering if I had heard right. I pulled one hand out of his grip, pinching the skin on my arm. What?
“What was that for?” He asks, worry in his tone. “Are you trying to hurt yourself?”
“I… was just checking if this was- real. I guess, it is,” I say, half shocked and half anxious.
I hear him chuckle quietly. Theo’s hands cup my cheeks, his eyes boring into mine, making me fall into the ocean that was his eyes. “Of course this is real. If it wasn’t then would you be able to feel this?” He questioned, a millisecond before his lips were mine.
He pulled away, my hand reaching up to touch my lips which tingled in the most amazing way possible.
“I felt it,” I whisper, mostly to myself.
“Y/N, I hope you feel the same way, but I know that this was just supposed to be a fling but- I just… really like you. And I want more.”
I smile so brightly, half aware of how my cheeks burn at the tugging sensation. “Theo, fuck, yes… I’d love to go out with you,” I respond enthusiastically.
“Really?” He asks, doubt filling his voice.
He smirks before pushing his lips up against mine again, pulling me onto his waist. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?” I ask, concerned that I was causing him pain; the last thing I wanted to do.
“No, fuck, no. All I’m thinking is… God, I can finally call you my girlfriend.” He smiled devilishly before attacking my lips again, with a desire and ferocity that took me by surprise.
His lips moved along with mine, our tongues fighting for dominance. “Babe,” I murmured, a whimper coming from him at the word. “We should… probably go… back downstairs.”
“Uh huh,” he muttered, between kisses that were slowly moving towards my neck. He sucks especially hard at one spot, making me lurch forward into him.
“Come on,” I whisper, starting to not even believe my own words.