#steo drabble

[surdino]

I saw that you also take suggestions for ships that aren't on the list, so do you think you could do Stiles x Theo for 10 or 44 🙏🫶

Send me drabble requests here!

I'm gonna be so honest with you, I've never read or wrote Steo, but I tried my best for you. I hope it doesn't suck 😭😭

(Once again sorry if there are any spelling mistakes).

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"You actually came back," Theo hears himself croak where he's sagged against the wall in some alley he doesn't recognize.

Things have been... Well, complicated.

He's kind of with Scott's pack. He's also kind of homeless, which makes him a great target for any lose hunters that are still after them.

He'd just been going out for a late night snack, his truck parked a couple miles away, somewhere it wouldn't be towed. Some fucking hunter came and shot him in his stomach.

It hurts. Of course, it hurts, but after a while you stop feeling the hurt and start feeling other things.

Like the way his borrowed heart slams against his chest, rattling his whole body. Like how his hands are starting to go clammy and he can't move his legs unless he really concentrates. Like how weak he feels.

The hunter ran after the first shot, either too afraid to finish the job or okay with leaving Theo to die without having to see it.

His vision blurs in and out, but he knows who it is standing in front of him now.

"Of course I came back for you," Stiles mutters. "I may not like you very much, but I'm not a murderer."

"I think you do like me," Theo replies. Another side effect. Running his goddamn mouth like there's no stop to it. His brain takes a while to catch up. "I mean..."

"Let's get you up," Stiles says, carefully wrapping an arm around him and helping him stand. "There we go. Good job."

"You're doing all the work," Theo grumbles.

Stiles huffs a laugh. "I always do."

"Am I gonna die?" Theo asks. He's died before. Kind of. In a weird and twisted way he doesn't want to remember. He's not ready to die again, but he feels close.

He can feel it drain out of him. Life, or power. Black tendrons covering his skin like an infection. The stomach is too close to the heart. He's going to die.

"No," Stiles says. With how certain he sounds, Theo almost has to believe him. "You're gonna be just fine. Keep your eyes open for me, yeah?"

"I gotta tell you something, Stiles," Theo says, one of his hands coming up to grip his shirt. "Back when we were younger..." His thoughts muddle. He doesn't remember what he wants to say until it's out of my mouth. "You always were my favorite. You... You grew up well."

"Gee thanks, mom."

Theo frowns. "Stiles, I'm serious, okay?"

"Okay, man. Guess you're not so bad either." It's as close to a love confession the two of them can get without pulling their hearts out of their chest and handing them to each other, Theo's sure of it.

He smiles, even as he feels the black reach farther into his body. Stiles has got him. Stiles may not tell him flat out, but he likes him. Likes him enough to do this for him. It's the thought he clings on to even as he loses consciousness.

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Ahhhhhhh!! That makes me so happy! I love hearing people’s thoughts on my stuff.

So glad you liked it.

Steo Drabble #2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“As you say, oh mighty human.”

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

“Damn right.”

[sapphireginger]

Foxy

AO3 Link

Stiles was an unmated and unclaimed Omega. Theo, an unmated and unclaimed Alpha, wanted him. Stiles decided Theo had to work for it. He devised a series of tests. Because truly even if he was hopelessly in love with the chimera there was no way that Theo would go through all the tasks. He just saw Stiles as a prize to be won but Stiles refused to let that happen. He didn’t know that Theo did in fact want Stiles and had wanted him for years. 

First, Theo had to pick Stiles out of a shifter line up. Simple? Nope. In fact, Stiles expected the chimera to fail miserably, but not only did Theo not fail but he actually figured it out. 

“Stiles?” Theo said as he knelt down in front of one of the foxes. 

Stiles held in a yip of victory, smugly thinking he had won but then Theo spoke again. “How is that old oak tree treating you? Since you failed to make the lineup you so graciously put together for me.” 

Stiles stared at Theo, a growl rumbling in his chest before turning tail and running. He ignored Theo’s amused chuckles behind him. 

Whatever. Fine. That was only one victory and Stiles would blame it on his inaudible yip that Theo knew. The only other explanation was that Theo cared enough to know things about Stiles which did he say ew?! Yeah nope. Most assuredly wasn’t that. 

Stiles scurried into a hiding spot and curled up. Stupid Stiles. So damn stupid but stubborn too. Theo would not win. To be honest either way Stiles won. Either Theo would lose and leave him alone for good or Stiles would win and have a mate that was smart, brave, and insanely sexy. So, eh what could go wrong?

[nicoinkokomo]

taps on mic idk how this works? but do you guys have writing asks… i want to try my hand at snippets/drabbles so throw em at me!!

will do:

platonic stuff!

sfw strictly

ships: malira stydia allydia thiam(especially) steo

[adrianfridge]

20 questions for fic writers!

Got tagged by both @clotpolesonly and @thotpuppy

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 42 buuuut many of them are 100 word drabbles that I spared people from lumping everything into one work with chapters. Also I have a bunch of Tumblr archived meta posts

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

179,671

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Teen Wolf

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Happy Endings are for Winners (17,770 words, Explicit, Stackson)

Dirty Secrets (10,349 words, Explicit, Jacksterek)

When We Were Monsters (56,437 words, Explicit, Stackson)

Fill Me With Your Memory (26 words, Stackson, archive of photomanips)

When the Dumb Collide (1,582 words, Stackson)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do if there’s something to respond to. I feel weird shouting Thank You to every single one of them

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Woof. I tend to write Angst with a Happy Ending, so there isn’t anything too bittersweet. I guess the closest I have is Tremors In My Bones (5,712 words, Explicit, Steo) that’s more behind the scenes of season 5A

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The most sappiest ending is obviously in my fic titled Happy Endings are for Winners

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully not!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I live for the smut. And I can get very kinky about it. Like in any of my fics featuring Theo, who needs to get roughly railed

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No crossovers for me

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No thank god

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Sadly no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I tried! The WIP fell through 

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Guess 🤭

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I do have a BadWrong Steter in my WIPs but I doubt I’ll finish it 🥲

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I’m good at being visceral? Like if I want my reader to feel a certain way, I usually accomplish it

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Being SLOW AS FUCK 😤

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve done something like that in my original fiction, but ehhh I’ve found the outcome is awkward 

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Teen Wolf

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Hard to answer because Dirty Secrets was like a hyperfixation steamroller of feels, When We Were Monsters was like my magnum opus of Stackson

TAGGING: you, yes you, unless you were tagged already lmao

[voidstilesplease]

Stiles has reached his limit. His blood has boiled past 212° F, his patience has run drier than the Mojave Desert, and his temper has peaked higher than Mount Denali in Alaska. Speaking of, Stiles wonders if Kira can teach him Taekwondo and kick the Aphrodite girl's ass all the way to the northern extremity of the West Coast.

Stiles clenches his jaws so hard it's a miracle he didn't dislocate them as he watches the girl purposely stumble and drop her sword in front of Theo. Stiles's gentleman boyfriend helps her up on her "wobbly" feet and only purses his lips when the girl "sways" into him with her hands coming up to grip and claw at his chest to "steady" herself. She's been stumbling ever since she arrived almost a month ago. And she always seems to stumble into Theo's chest specifically.

Enough. Stiles stands and walks to the arena, raising his dagger to the Aphrodite girl. She wants a convincing stumble? Stiles will do what he does best and show her.

~•~

[usermischief]

@sunel0 asked:

28 - Takes UNO wayyy too seriously

Theo

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Stiles swings the gym bag over his shoulder and rushes down the stairs. “Theo, we have to go!” They’re already late as it is, but they might make it. Well, hopefully, they do. It’s the last game of the season, and Stiles really doesn’t need Coach yelling at him for ten minutes straight because he didn’t make it on time. 

“Theo!”

Still no response. Stiles is going to lynch him if he forgot about the game tonight. Straight up. He’ll murder his sorry ass, or deny him sex for the near future. Whatever works best. They’re going to lose anyway tonight, regardless of Stiles’ playing or not. If he’s lucky, he’ll remain on the bench. Well, they’re playing against Devenford Prep, Coach loves making up new strategies on the fly.  

"For fuck's sake, Theo!" Stiles yells, bursting through the living room door. Hia instinct was correct, that's where Theo is. With Josh and Corey. Playing UNO. Stiles closes his eyes with a sigh. That's not a good combination. Josh hates losing, and Theo has a wild obsession with the game. Stiles doesn't have the patience for card or board games in general. His attention flies out the window halfway through, so he starts throwing games to get it over with. That's why Theo started playing with other people, but Josh really isn't the best option - especially not for UNO. 

"Babe," Stiles says, coming to a stop next to the sofa, "we have to leave."

"One sec," Theo replies, throwing a blue two on top of the pile of cards. It's obvious to see that this game won't end within at least ten minutes, and even if they manage that, those expressions scream rematch. 

Stiles kisses the top of Theo's head. "I don't have a sec."

Instead of replying anything, Theo curls an arm around Stiles' waist and pats his side. When it comes to UNO he's in his own little world. Which is very telling about his childhood. But that doesn't change the fact that Stiles doesn't have time for that.

"Where are the keys to your truck?"

"Just a second, babe."

"Theo," Stiles whines, “if you don’t wanna come, you don’t have to. You know that.” 

Quirking a brow, Theo looks up to him. He almost looks offended at the mention that Stiles thinks he doesn’t want to be there. The comment gets him a little pinch. “Shut up. Let me finish this.” 

Stiles huffs out a breath. “Theo, I don’t have that much time.” 

“The game starts in an hour.” 

“Yes, but I have to-” Stiles stops, narrowing his eyes slightly as Theo lets go of him and throws another card on the pile. “You can give me your keys and come with Josh and Corey,” he offers, running his fingers through Theo’s hair. He’s annoyed, yes, but he’s not about to blow this out of proportion. He doesn’t care enough about lacrosse to really make a fuss. It would be different if this were his dad’s birthday dinner all over again. 

Theo pulls him a little closer, slipping his finger under the hem of Stiles’ shirt. That’s neither speeding up the process nor helping in any way. Theo’s new goal in life is to become the undefeated master of UNO. It’s fucking exhausting. 

Sighing again, Stiles fumbles for his phone. “You know what? Nevermind, I’ll call Brett. He lives nearby and-”

“What?” Theo whips his head around, staring at him as if Stiles just personally offended him.

Josh barks out a laugh, almost toppling off his chair while Corey is carefully hiding his smile behind his cards. He knows better than to add fuel to the fire. 

Stiles shrugs. “You’re not driving me, you won’t give me your keys-” with a sharp smile, Stiles curls his fingers around Theo’s chin and forces him to look up “-if I’m late to this game, Coach will make me run suicides for at least a month. If I have to run suicides for a month because of your incessant obsession wit UNO, you won’t get laid for a month,” he informs Theo. Stiles is not going to lie, watching Theo’s eyes widen in horror is more satisfying than it should be. “So, either you help me get there on time, or I’ll call Brett. What’s it gonna be, Theodore?” 

Theo narrows his eyes. After only a moment, he throws the cards on the table. 

Stiles can hear his conscience scolding him. He sighs and brushes his fingers over Theo’s cheek. “You really don’t have to come. Your keys-”

“No,” Theo says, getting to his feet with a sigh, “I want to come.” He kisses Stiles then turns to Josh and Corey. “We’ll finish this when I’m back - and stop laughing.” But Josh only laughs louder. 

Stiles pulls Theo along. “You can punish him later.” 

“You bet I will,” Theo mutters, intertwining his fingers with Stiles’.

The laughter stops abruptly. “Hey!”

[equallyloyalandlethal]

As promised, one hour almost on the dot, VOILA! A cute Steo short Drabble that might get an expanded lemon scene if this gets enough love and my beta-bestie @rieccentricity gives me a hand.

Stiles: “Damn, I think we’re being followed again.”

Theo: “Oh for fucks sake… Don’t these people have anything better to do?!”

Stiles: “Apparently not… Should we try and lose them, or should we lead them to one of the dummy hideouts?”

Theo: “Dummy hideout is closer, and less effort… Should keep them busy for a while too.”

Stiles: “Dummy hideout it is.”

Theo: Awesome, and I can think of a few things to keep us busy for a few hours.

(source)

[mercheswan]

Monthly prompt for November:

Key

@teenwolfdrabbles

Stiles heard the knock on his window. He turned to see who it was although he was pretty sure he already knew. Theo. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Hey Stiles...” The Chimera smirked entering the house but then he felt something small and metallic impacting on his face. Theo looked at Stiles with shock. “Did you just hit me with your house’s key?”

“Stop using the window!” Stiles hissed.

“You’re giving me your key? Does this mean we are officially dating?” Theo grinned.

“W-what?! N-no!” Stiles protested. Theo grabbed him and pulled their lips together. Stiles forgot what he was protesting about.

[whereshiphappens]

Hi!! From the prompt list, If you want to (obviously), Could you do Steo, number 2 or 52? ☺️

Steo (teen wolf)  +  2. “They may not understand you, but I do.”   +  52. “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight?”  

Canon Universe, with canon divergence, set somewhere in 5x11, after the sheriff is hurt, before they figure out who hurt him.

~1,540 words

A/N: Hi darling!!!! oh you were so nice asking i decided to do both :D thank you so much for this, i love steo to death, i cant get enough of writing them. i also love angst cannot help myself, hope you don’t mind, and i hope you like it!!! sorry about mistakes it is very much not proof read sorry. and thank you!! xx

ps- if ever anyone wants to ask specifically for happy/fluffy things or sad/angsty feel free to include that in the ask with the prompt i don’t mind at all!

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Stiles can feel his heart beating in his throat. He’s moving, but his brain isn’t making any conscious decision to put one foot in front of the other. His phone is clutched on his hand and he’s repeating the directions he read to keep his brain busy.

There’s so much gibberish, there’s always so much noise it’s almost fucking impossible to not feel like he’s drowning in his own thoughts, so he keeps repeating the directions and his feet follow. 

In the end he doesn’t know how he got through the maze of tunnels and exactly to the right place, but he stops at a badly lit rusty looking room and he knows he’s in the right spot.

“I’m surprised you reached out,” comes Theo’s voice, and he appears just on the other side of whatever this place is supposed to be. Stiles’ eyes are on him immediately. He doesn’t answer, works so very hard on trying to control his breathing and calm his heart.

Theo’s words from last night (was it really only just last night?) echo inside his skull and he knows Theo can hear the jump his heart gives.

“Does this mean you’re joining my pack?” he finishes, with a smirk - he doesn’t really think that’s the reason Stiles is here, he can see it on Theo’s face. He’s just toying around with him. And he knows Scott is fine.

Stiles tries to not let the anger take over.

“You didn’t hurt my dad,” he says instead. It gets Theo’s attention, his eyes focusing on Stiles intently. 

“I told you that before, didn’t I?” Theo answers, narrows his eyes ever so slightly and starts pacing slowing circling closer to Stiles. Stiles can feel what’s left of his sanity slipping away from him.

“But you know who did,” he states. It’s not a question - Theo has to know. And Stiles needs to know as well. His hands are shaking.

Theo inclines his head just a touch, stops to look at Stiles properly, “I don’t.” He says. It makes something snap inside of Stiles, it makes all that anger curse through his veins, comes out in the form of a scream and a violent kick to the door just next to him - strong enough to crook it's already not very sturdy form.

“Stop fucking lying to me!” Stiles yells at him, hands closed into fists, his whole body shaking. He feels like he’s going to rip out of his own skin, eyes watering keeping him from seeing the way Theo strides towards him.

“I never lied to you,” Theo tells him, calm and collected - a perfect contrast to the absolute raging fire that Stiles feels like.

Without thinking, Stiles’ hands come up to grab Theo by the collar in a movement very familiar, except this time around, neither of them moves. Theo’s chin comes up and the stay calm and still as Stiles yanks at him.

“Who hurt my dad, Theo?” Stiles repeats and his voice gets away from him, slipping through his fingers just as the grips Theo’s shirt tighter. The control Stiles is fighting so hard to keep feels too slippery and he doesn’t have directions to repeat in his head anymore so his brain gets flooded with every single intrusive horrible thought that he’s been keeping away in order to function because. 

What if Theo is telling the truth? What if he doesn’t know and he’s back to zero and his dad is running out of time and he has no way of helping him and-

Every breath he takes is painful, the white noise in this ears grows louder and louder with his horrible thoughts and his vision is getting blurred with tears that he can’t fight. He’s shaking all over and he’s not sure if he keeps gripping Theo’s shirt to hold him in place, or keep himself from losing balance.

Theo’s hands come up to grip both his arms, “Stiles,” he calls, controlled, “look at me,” he asks. Stiles can barely register what he’s saying but somehow he manages to, tears falling down, lips parted as he tries to just fucking breathe!

“Easy,” Theo instructs in a quiet voice, keeping eye contact with him, tightening his grip on Stiles’ arms, gets him to stop shaking so much. “You need to focus.”

Focus. Yeah, Stiles knows that. He needs to reel himself back in, he needs to keep breathing or he won’t be any fucking help.

It takes him a couple minutes, in which Theo does nothing but observe him. When Stiles reaches back towards the wall, Theo walks him back and doesn’t let go of his arms. Stiles would be lying if he said the weight of them aren’t helping him anchor himself.

Theo keeps watching his face, squints a little like he’s seeing something else, beyond the drying tears and beyond the panic and fear and anger.

After a while, he speaks, “if I knew who it was that hurt your dad - which I don’t… what then? What will you do, after you save him?”

Somehow, Stiles knows exactly what Theo is asking. And he also knows that Theo knows the answer to it. He wipes away at the rest of his tears and a blank expression takes over his features and an automatic answer ready.

“We’ll lock them away and keep them from hurting anyone else-,” Stiles deadpans and Theo scoffs, rolls his eyes as he lets go of Stiles, takes a step back finally giving him his space. Stiles lets himself slide down the wall to sit on the floor.

“Cut the crap, Stiles, it’s just the two of us here,” Theo says, his voice rising just a little bit as he focuses back on Stiles. “What’s this ‘we’ bullshit? That’s Scott’s solution to everything, because he’s just too afraid of compromising his own conscience in order to do what needs to be done. But you’re different.”

Stiles stays quiet, locks eyes with Theo and feels his heart fasten again, “You know that there’s no other way, sometimes. Just like with Josh. Just like with Donovan.”

The worst thing is, he’s right, Stiles thinks. He brings his hands over to cover his face, rubs at his eyes and feels for a moment the exhaustion he isn’t allowed to, not just now. 

When did he stop agreeing with the good guys and thinking like the bad ones?

Theo crouches down to Stiles’ eye level, takes his wrist and pulls his hand away to look at him.“ Your friends,” Stiles wants to laugh at the way he spits the word, although there’s no humour in it, ”they may not understand you, but I do.” Theo’s voice goes quieter.

“I think you’re smarter than every single one of them. And that makes you more complex, and that makes you not think in black and white.” When Stiles makes to look away, with a scowl at Theo’s words, Theo pulls at his wrist to get his attention back. “I know you know I’m right. I know you know what you really need to do to stop all of this fucking mess, and I know you know Scott isn’t going to help you fix anything, just as you already knew I didn’t know who hurt your dad, but you came to me anyway.”

Stiles breathing picks up as he stares back into Theo’s cold, intense eyes, “So why don’t you cut the crap? Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight? Why you came to me?”

“Because I’m going to fucking kill them!” Stiles blurts out, presses forward until he’s up on Theo’s face. “Because I need help, and because the only thing Scott will do is hold me back. But you won’t.”

Theo can’t help the grin that spreads over his face, his breath hitting Stiles’ chin softly as he nods, “That’s right,” Theo’s voice suddenly drops quieter, eyes roam all over Stiles’ face and the change in the atmosphere around them is palpable, makes Stiles’ heart jump and something uncomfortable brew at the pit of his stomach. His breathing hitches as Theo’s free hand comes up to the side of his face, fingers ghosting his skin, “That’s right, Stiles.” 

Theo gets closer, and Stiles understands him, suddenly. With a bit of a shock, but then again, not really. “I will never hold you back,” Theo whispers.

Stiles parts his lips. He’s the one that moves, but his brain doesn’t quite register, feeling too high and too raw from the rollercoaster of emotions he’s just been through. 

The noise that Theo makes when Stiles kisses him goes straight to the pit of his stomach and ignites that uncomfortable feeling, makes it a hot electric fire that blinds his mind and makes his body move without his permission. He opens his mouth and Theo’s tongue is already waiting for him. Their lips move like they’ve done this before and it’s fucking crazy.

Stiles stops, draws back breathless and looks at Theo. His eyes are wild and he dives back again, kisses him once, twice with Stiles’ hand on his neck holding him close. 

He makes to move, but before, with his lips pressed against Stiles whispers “let’s go hunt, shall we?”

[steoevents]

STEO DAY

Guess what? It’s almost June, and that means our fourth annual SteoDay is around the corner! We can’t believe it’s almost three years since we had our first SteoDay. We’re even more excited to bring it back! Just like last time, this event takes place on Thursday, 06/29/2023! 

Previously, our prompts were  ‘At First Sight’ & ‘Written in the Stars’ & ‘Enemies to Lovers’ because June 29 was the day Theo and Stiles first met on screen. This time, we chose the following theme: 

Fighting for Love

Are you thinking of the incredible lengths Stiles and Theo are willing to go to fight for their love. It's not just about physical battles; it's about overcoming emotional obstacles and defying the odds that stand in their way. Create whatever your heart desires! But since this prompt/theme is optional, you can choose a different one as well. There are no limits to your creativity! This also means that we accept every contribution - gifs, incorrect quotes, drabbles, fanfictions, aesthetics, everything.

Mention us @steoevents in your posts and tag with #SteoDay, but we also highly encourage you to submit the link to your post to us via blog submission just in case. We all know how much Tumblr likes its tags. It’s always better to be safe than sorry! Also, if you have any questions, you can shoot us an ask as well. We’ll make sure to get back to you as quickly as possible! 

We can’t wait to see what you’re coming up with!

If you would like to join our team of dedicated Steo Day Rebloggers, please sign up here!

Your @steoevents Mods,

@msmischief101 & @theoraeken

[lawschoolsurvival]

Teen Wolf Fanfic Requests

I’m having a slow day at work and I’m bored to death.

Therefore, I’m taking teen wolf fanfic requests for drabbles (or longer if the muse meshes with your request). Request any ship/au/crossover/ and almost any kink . The only thing off limits is noncon prompts, watersports, and bloodplay.

Send away and I’ll start writing. I’ll close requests once I reach 25 requests.

[demonzdust]

So I’m going to start posting previews to stuff I’m working on as well as old works I find on my drive and fix up as ficlets. This first one is a steo & sterek thing that I’m still considering continuing but kind of takes a back seat to my current WIPs.

Rating: Mature Summary: Frustrated by things that were never actualized with Derek, Stiles considers taking Theo up on an unexpected offer.

“You know werewolves can smell frustration, Stiles?”

“Yeah,” Stiles says, eyes staring straight ahead. “Believe it or not I have heard that once or twice.”

“Did you know we can tell the difference between ordinary frustration and sexual frustration?”

Stiles feels his lips tighten on his teeth.

He’d hoped that maybe it hadn’t been that obvious. Or that even if it had been, he wouldn’t be called out on it. Scott pretended he couldn’t smell things like that. Why couldn’t Theo Asshole Raeken just shut up and do the same?

“Your point being, Theo?” Stiles says, unable to keep himself from turning to glare at the werewolf next to him.

“I just thought I should tell you.” Theo says, making deep eye contact with him. “And also let you know that you don’t have to hide it. Those things that you want. I’m cool with it.”

“Theo, you have no idea what I want.”

“I know that you don’t like me, that you don’t want to be attracted to me, but you are and you hate it. Probably hate me for it.”

And to think he’d thought that Theo couldn’t possibly get any more infuriating...

“Is there a goddamn point to what you’re saying right now? Or a point to you in general? Because I’m really failing to see it...”

“I was just thinking...” Theo says slowly, as if he’s testing the water. “That, maybe if you were more open about it, about what you want, then maybe you might hate me a little less?”

“Theo...I don’t think that I could possibly hate you any more than I do in this exact moment.”

Theo sighs and looks away, thinking.

“Okay, maybe I got off on the wrong foot with this.” he says. “What I mean is, maybe you’d hate me a little less if you got to explore some of that...”

Stiles tries to comprehend what Theo is suggesting.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is,” Theo continues to clarify. “I’m open to like, whatever.”

“To...whatever...” Stiles repeats, dumbfounded. He couldn't possibly be suggesting that...but no...he's pretty sure that's what he just said.

“Like...are you for real? Is that really what I’m hearing from you right now? First of all, it’s really pig-headed of you to just assume that you’re the cause of my frustration, second it’s god damn rude to go pointing it out even if it’s true, and third, how exactly do you think this will go? You’ll what? Give me head and suddenly I’m going to trust you and tell Scott to let you into the pack?”

Theo’s eyes widen a bit in surprise, and he blinks.

“I-I’m sorry.” he says unsurely and then looks out the window. “Just, please forget I said anything.”

“Gladly.” Stiles says, but the damage is done.

Now he’s thinking about it. About that blow job he’s not getting.

He’s never gotten head in his car. Malia had offered it once, but he’d said no. He felt too guilty. Like he was taking advantage of her not knowing that it was...kinda trampy...

But Theo knew better. He knew better and still he was here offering his slut mouth to him. And now he’s here thinking about it. About pushing into that slutty mouth, filling it till he choked.

His skin feels like it’s on fire. All of the unmet needs that Derek had inspired in him come rushing back to him like someone threw a match on an unwatered field.

Those few heated kisses, the ones that always ended abruptly with Derek pulling away and saying “No.”

“You’re too young. We just can’t.” he would say.

He was barely five years older than him. An infuriating five years that apparently made all the difference.

So Stiles had to move on. Find someone else.

Having a girlfriend, finally getting laid, it helped. But it didn’t make the feelings go away. Every time he was in a room with Derek he wanted to feel the werewolf crush into him. It didn’t help that every time Derek saw him with Malia he looked like he was in physical pain.

“I’ll break up with her.” he’d offered a thousand times, “Just say that you want me. Say that you want us to be together and I’ll break up with her!”

“No.” Derek would fold his arms and refuse to look at him. “It’s better this way. It’s better for you this way.”

Stiles didn’t really see how it was better to be with someone he was only moderately attracted to when every bone in his body ached to be with Derek Hale. Brooding, sulking, beautiful Derek Hale.

“I hate you.” Stiles had said once, blinking back frustrated tears. “I just...I hate you...”

“Stiles you’re just too young. It would be wrong.”

“But will five years matter when I’m twenty and you’re twenty-five? When I’m thirty-one and you’re thirty-six?”

“It matters now. You’re not fully aware of yourself yet. It could mess you up. It will mess you up.”

“It already HAS messed me up, Derek!”

“WELL IT CAN GET WORSE!” Derek had finally shouted at him, “It’s my fault for letting it get this far. For even entertaining the idea...I should have just backed off. Just waited till you were eighteen. I should never have kissed you...”

Derek looked like he wanted to kill himself. But all Stiles could hear was the word “eighteen”.

“Eighteen?” he repeated, “Are you serious? Is that all? You mean if I was just eighteen then...then...that’s only a year away...”

Derek furrowed his brow.

“Derek, are you saying that when I turn eighteen, you...we can give this a try?”

“If...” Derek said slowly, “If you still want to then...”

And now he’s eighteen. And where the fuck is Derek? Off doing God knows what, God knows where.

It really burns Stiles’s ass.

And god damn Theo for bringing this all up again. He hadn’t seen Derek all year. He didn’t want to think about Derek.

It's not that he wants the same things from Theo that he wanted from Derek...he's pretty sure he wants very different things...but it's still things from another guy. An itch he's beginning to feel will never get scratched.

Fuck Derek. And fuck Theo too.

***

That night Stiles is alone in his bedroom. The window is open to let a small breeze in on the hot sticky night.

Fucking Theo.

He opens his phone and photo-stalks Theo on every app possible.

Gym selfies, pictures of Theo with his skateboard, shots of him in hoodies doing his fake nice-boy smile that Stiles thinks makes him look like a moron but Scott just seems to eat up.

Fuck you in your stupid face Theo. Stiles thinks. You goddamn fake as shit liar.

He closes the app and puts his phone on his night stand.

He knows Theo is a liar. KNOWS he's a snake lying in the grass just waiting to strike. But his friends refuse to see it and It drives him crazy...and the way his clothes hugged his body in all the right places, the way his lips just constantly looked like they were begging to have something thrust between them...that only made it worse.

He wonders if everyone has thought that about Theo's lips or if it's just ANOTHER thing that only he seems to see.

As he thinks about it he wonders if he really is the crazy one. He knows he's not but he isn't impervious to doubt.

He sighs and rolls over to stare at the wall.

Why did he have to think about Derek all the time? Why was the only time he didn't seem to be thinking about Derek is when he's obsessing over Theo and his lying mouth.

He fidgets. Rolls over. Stares at the other wall.

And then his phone is back in his hand again and he’s found Theo’s name in his contacts.

“Come over.” He writes and then sends it before he can think better of it.

***

Theo is sitting on his bed, towel-drying his hair when his phone lights up beside him bearing Stiles’ message.

He smirks.

Hormones are a real bitch sometimes, aren’t they Stiles? He thinks as he drops the phone back onto the bed to get dressed.

Plan A to get under Stiles skin wasn't really working as well as he'd like. Despite the perfect setup with Donovan, Stiles refused to trust him. That angle wasn’t working so he needed to do something to change it up.

Stiles’ and his reeking sexual needs just made Plan B to get into the human’s head all too apparent. He was practically a rabid starved animal just waiting to spring free of its cage. All Theo needed to do was crack open the gate.

[amatchinwater]

For the two part drabble thing… if you want to of course. Steo: 14 + 28 🤭

Thanks for asking, love! We're not gonna talk about the word count of what is very much not a drabble lol. But hey, I had fun with it, so I hope you enjoy <3

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“The roads aren’t safe, even for your jeep. Stay safe with Theo, please.” 

Those words were the sheriff’s warning over three hours ago. Telling Stiles and Theo- who are now stuck at the latter’s house- that a freak storm was about to hit. The roads are flooding, trees are falling in the pavement and on houses, and powerlines are snapping. It’s bad out there, Stiles can’t deny that. But he can’t shake the feeling that it has something to do with the witch that they’ve been fighting for the better part of a month. 

Yes, their packs have agreed to work together now that the Dread Doctors and the Beast have been taking care of. Stiles wasn’t exactly expecting their pack meeting to turn into just him and the Alpha chimera being alone for hours on end. Why was this the one time Stiles showed up on time? At least the power hasn’t gone out yet. 

What has, however, is Stiles’ patience. He can’t sit still for very long as it is. Being forced to stay here with his crush? It’s a recipe for disaster that he certainly didn’t sign up for. 

“Why don’t we play a game or something?”

Stiles groans, “I can’t play another round of Call of Duty. I might lose it.” No matter how good the distraction might be. 

The chimera chuckles beside him on the couch, “I meant something else.” Stiles raises his brows in interest. “How about Truth or Dare?”

Not thinking clearly on the truth side of the game, only knowing there’s only so many things Theo can dare him to do when they’re forced to stay here. Stiles grins, “Let’s do it! You go first.” 

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Stiles says to start off slow.

But the look the Alpha gives him sends a shiver down his spine. “Is it true that when we were on the hospital roof, you wanted me to kiss you?” 

Stiles’ mouth pops open and closed, floundering because he didn’t think that Theo would start off with something like that. It’s only worse because the chimera is a fucking lie detector. No matter his tricks, Theo always knows when Stiles is lying. “Yes,” he says in a small voice. “Truth or dare?” He asks quickly, not wanting to give Theo a chance to think too much on his answer. 

“Dare.” 

The human doesn’t know what to say at first. They haven’t been drinking. They’re alone. What the fuck could he possibly dare Theo that wouldn’t dig him further into the hole Theo laid out with his question? Maybe he shouldn’t be the only one under scrutiny here. “I dare you to tell me the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“What? Not gonna dare me to take my clothes off?” Theo winks and Stiles’ blush burns all the way down to his chest. “Have it your way, sweetheart.” The chimera pinches his brows in thought. “Okay, so remember when we were kids and your mom would take us to go get ice cream?” Stiles nods with a soft smile, unsure where this is going. “Well, your mom pulled me aside one day and told me how happy she was that we were friends. I said that you’re not my friend, you’re my boyfriend. She laughed, but in a nice way, and asked me ‘don’t you need to ask him first?’ I blushed so hard, but she never brought it up again.” 

Stiles doesn’t even know what to say to that. His mom never once mentioned that. Theo called him his boyfriend? “That’s not very embarrassing.”

“It was to me. Telling your mom you were my boyfriend flat out like that because I was so sure of it and then her saying that I need to ask you first?” The chimera ducks his head in a laugh. “I was mortified. Well, as mortified as a seven year old could be, I suppose. Truth or dare, sweetheart?” 

Not wanting to say it, but also not wanting to risk what Theo’s idea of a dare could be after the mention of taking his clothes off, Stiles says, “truth.” 

The Alpha puts his arm on the backrest of the couch, leaning in until Stiles is pressed into the corner. His heart is surely giving him away right now, but the human can’t keep it under control. “Tell me the truth, Stiles,” Theo drops his gaze to Stiles’ mouth, licking his own lip. “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?” The Alpha leans closer still until he’s hoovering Stiles and they’re sharing breath. 

“I-” Stiles stops himself. There’s no way out of this. Theo will know the truth if he doesn’t already. He can’t lie. He might as well admit it now. “I would kiss you back,” his voice is a whisper, his fingers curling into the cushion to prevent from reaching out for the chimera. 

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Theo says before closing the distance between their mouths. Stiles groans into the kiss, opening his mouth to allow the Alpha’s tongue to slide with his own. Fisting his hands in the chimera’s shirt when Theo puts his weight on him, settling himself between Stiles’ legs. 

Why did he ever think it wouldn’t be a good idea to tell Theo how he felt? 

Stiles has already forgotten the answer. 

[theheightofdishonor]

I mean it's like an obvious one but genuinely curious as to your Brain Thoughts on steo? This stuff is super interesting lajfpakfpab perspectives! Interpretations! :D.

They make my brain go brrrrrr. Something about them is just,idk, has me writing poetry and compiling inspiration media and daydreaming edits. I have over a dozen pages of drabbles and aus and snippets half written on my google docs. But, i only find them interesting in a very specific way (like forever in that s5 haze of mistrust and hate and mindfuckery) and I can't veer too far from it either in my own fics or in others- which is pretty off-brand for me because i've grown up in fandom so i usually give plenty of leeway to dynamics/characterization in fic but with steo, that tolerance is way lower. I've still got some great fics for them though! The salt in the wounds series on ao3 is still my holy grail of steo fic. I used to read it multiple times every week during the height of my steo phase (aka the better part of two years)

I like them best when their relationship is unhealthy and a steaming toxic mess of self-doubt and paranoia and blackmail and aforementioned mindfuckery. I will admit that my love for this ship is a lot more Stiles-based than it is Theo based, because I liked that Theo made S5 Stiles's mind space even worse than it was and I loved Stiles as a paranoid, self loathing mess. A ship that's similar would maybe be kurapika and chrollo from hxh because in both relationships, the attraction goes hand in hand with self-loathing for one person and the other person finds delight in the turmoil they're causing and it's a pretty niche dynamic that i'm not usually into but with steo, it works. Sparks intrigue if not joy in my brain.

I apologize for how late this is by the way, Cesca. I reblogged the game and immediately got swamped with work. Thanks for the ask though! And i liked hearing your thoughts about ronance. It surprised me, actually because for some reason, I thought you liked them.

[jimmy12427]

I Will Find You In The Stars...

My sad lil drabble for Steo Day 2.0

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