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Theo was scared.
He looked down at his phone again- maybe his eyes were just deceiving him, but nope, Stiles Stilinski was calling him.
He warily picked up the phone and brought it up to his ear.
“Stiles?”
“Theo,” the human exclaimed. “I need help with something, can you come over?”
The chimera was even more scared now. “What something?”
“Just come over, I’ll tell you. Bye!”
Stiles hung up before Theo could even respond. The chimera stared at his phone for another minute before sighing. Might as well see what trouble the human managed to get himself into this time.
Ten minutes later, he was pulling his truck into the Stilinski’s driveway, and he could see Stiles looking through his bedroom window. The human mouthed that the door was open, and motioned for Theo to come in.
“If you somehow managed to get pregnant, I’m gonna walk out right now,” Theo announced as he entered Stiles’s room.
“What? No,” the human breathed out, annoyance dripping from his voice. “I need your help with matchmaking.”
Theo blinked. “Matchmaking?”
“Yes,” Stiles continued, bouncing back onto his bed. His hands fidgeted with a pen as he looked up at the chimera. “Isaac and Cora. We need to get them together.”
Exasperation built up in Theo’s chest. “I thought you had an actual problem, Stiles!”
“I do.” The human stared at him blankly as if Theo was being stupid. “Isaac and Cora’s sexual tension is literally choking me. I think I might actually die if I have to suffer through that for another second.”
The chimera opened his mouth to interrupt, but Stiles didn’t let him. “Okay, look. I know you’ve noticed it too, you and Brett both did that first day. And you can’t tell me that it’s not frustrating to watch them together.”
Unfortunately, Stiles was right. Theo had noticed the insane dance the two had been doing for the last couple of weeks and it was driving him crazy.
He sighed. “Fine, I’ll help.”
Stiles jumped up, clapping his hands once. “Great! So what’s the plan?”
“I thought that was your job,” Theo remarked dryly, and Stiles rolled his eyes.
“It’s both of our jobs, we’re doing this together.”
“I don’t know,” Theo threw his hands up in frustration. “Why don’t we just lock them in a closet and call it a day?”
Stiles gave him a wry glance, but then his eyes widened as he considered it. “That’s not the… worst idea in the world,” he said slowly. “At the pack party tonight. We’ll do it then.”
“Does everyone else know you’ve suddenly chosen to try your hand at matchmaking?” Theo asked him. “And why me? Scott could’ve helped you with this.”
“Scott is the least romantic person I know, he would’ve messed it up,” Stiles responded, shuffling through the drawers in his desk hastily.
“Stiles, we’re locking them in a closet,” the chimera said. “We’re not exactly the crown winners of being romantic.”
“I’ve seen you with Liam, you’re romantic. No matter how much you try to deny it,” Stiles raised his voice as Theo started to cut him off. “I called you on purpos- Aha!”
The human raised his hand, revealing handcuffs. Theo raised his eyebrow in surprise.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I have a boyfriend who I love very much and you’re not exactly my type-”
“Oh shut up,” Stiles interjected, “We’re gonna use these on Isaac and Cora.”
Theo was beginning to seriously worry about what went on in Stiles’s head. “They’re both werewolves. They can break out of those in seconds.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Stiles chirped. “We only need a couple of seconds to shove them in.”
“This isn’t gonna work,” the chimera said, and punched the pillow Stiles threw at him.
“Stop being a negative Nancy. You want them together, don’t you?”
Theo rolled his eyes. “When Isaac breaks out of those, I’m blaming all of this on you.”
The pillow hit him this time.
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Theo was gonna kill Stiles.
Instead of enjoying the pack party with his friends and boyfriend, he had been running around with Stiles for the last thirty minutes, who had enacted an elaborate plan to shove the two werewolves into the closet.
“Stiles,” Theo hissed, grabbing the human’s arm to stop him from running away again. “I’m done.”
“You can’t be done, they’re not locked in yet,” Stiles declared, and the chimera took a deep breath to calm himself down.
“We have been running around in circles for the last thirty minutes. I think I know every corner of this house better than Scott.”
“Look, everything’s set up,” the human said, yanking his arm from Theo’s grip. “All we have to do is handcuff them when they get near the door, and then push them in.”
Theo sighed. They made it this far, might as well keep going. “You’re the one handcuffing them. I’m not risking either of them punching my face.”
Stiles squawked. “What if I get punched?”
“Then maybe it’ll finally sink in that you need to stop being nosy,” Theo quipped, before walking away, casually making his way to the closet. As per Stiles’ plan, Isaac and Cora were already standing near it with Derek and Scott.
Theo joined them, standing directly to the left of Isaac, ready to push them the couple in once Stiles handcuffed them. He was listening to Scott talk about his grumpy history professor when he saw Stiles sneak behind Isaac and Cora from the corner of his eye.
Two seconds later, the handcuffs snapped, and Isaac and Cora both jumped at the noise.
“Wha-”
Theo shoved them into the door Stiles had opened, and they two werewolves yelped as they lost their balance and fell to the floor.
Stiles slammed the door shut, locking it carefully and putting a chair under it to keep it closed. All of the commotion had drawn the attention of the entire pack, and the room was silent.
“Stiles, what the fuck?” Isaac’s muted voice came from the other side of the door, and the human smirked.
“I think you both know why you’re in there, Isaac,” he said with sparkling eyes. “Have fun!”
Loud knocks came from the closet, but Stiles ignored them, turning to the pack, who was still staring at him blankly. “Oh come on, you guys are tired of their tension too.”
Nolan raised his hand slowly. “My only question is why Theo shoved them in.”
“He’s my partner in crime,” Stiles responded gleefully, throwing an arm over the chimera’s shoulder. “This was his idea.”
Two growls echoed from the closet, and Theo’s eyes widened. “No it wasn’t!” he rushed out. “This was all Stiles’s idea, he’s the one that called me to ask for help. Kill him, not me!” Theo directed at the door, pushing Stiles’s arm off of him. The human cried out as the force knocked him into the wall, and the chimera quickly moved away from the door.
Liam made his way to his boyfriend, snuggling into his side. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he pouted and Theo sighed.
“Because this idiot,” he said, pointing at Stiles, “wouldn’t let me. He said it was a ‘top-secret mission’ and even made me sign a whole damn contract.”
“Hey, if I didn’t make you sign that, you would’ve told Liam and Brett the second you left my house,” Stiles blurted out, and Theo snorted. That’s exactly what he would’ve done.
“So you went behind my back to lock my sister in a closet with someone?” Derek demanded, and Stiles blanched.
“But it’s Isaac,” the human started backing away from his boyfriend. “You’re friends with Isaac. You like Isaac.”
Derek looked like he was gonna threaten him, when Scott suddenly motioned for everyone to be quiet. Theo looked at his glinting eyes and realized he was tilting his head towards the closet.
“It’s been quiet for the last five minutes,” the alpha whispered, and Theo’s lips quirked up. He took the chair out as silently as possible, and quickly opened the door.
Isaac and Cora were making out. The handcuffs lay on the ground next to them, broken and forgotten.
Stiles cheered, jumping up and down. “It worked! My plan worked!”
The two werewolves pulled apart at the interruption, annoyed looks on their faces. They looked as if they were going to go back to what they were previously doing, but Scott reached in and hauled them out of the closet.
“Congratulations,” Malia said dryly as the rest of the pack joined in Stiles’s cheering. “You’re officially the last couple in the pack to get together.”
Stiles threw both his arms around Isaac and Cora, momentarily forgetting that they were still pissed at him. “See, you guys should be thanking me.”
Cora growled at the human, her fangs dropping, and Stiles staggered back quickly, raising his hands in surrender. But he ended up right next to Lydia, and his face lit up again.
“Lydia, you’re nex-”
“If you try and set me up with anyone, Stiles, you’re gonna wish Cora killed you,” the banshee threatened with a smile on her face, and a chill ran down Theo’s spine at the sight. Lydia was fucking scary.
Stiles gulped. “Got it.”