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[For the 2021 SteoSpooktober. Prompt: Couples Costumes]
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"You look very fetching," Stiles says, somehow managing to keep a straight face.
"I do, don't I?" Theo responds, looking down at himself.
"It's very much your colour," Stiles adds, lips quirking.
"You don't look half bad yourself," Theo grins, gesturing at Stiles, who presses a hand against his chest in offence.
"Don't look half bad?" he echoes, outraged. "I look hot as fuck, thank you very much."
Theo's grin turns into something with heat behind it.
"Oh, I agree," he says lowly, and Stiles snaps his gaze over to him, thoroughly distracted from ringing the doorbell, and considering suddenly whether the rest of the pack will mind if he and Theo arrive somewhat later than intended. After all, they're already late; what's another hour? No one knows they're here yet, they could--
"There you are," Lydia announces in tones of Great Annoyance as she yanks open the front door, having seen them through the window, apparently. "Congratulations on being the last ones to get-- are you kidding me."
The last part is said in that utterly flat tone that Lydia only ever uses when she's supremely unimpressed, and Stiles (reluctantly) pulls his gaze away from Theo to send a grin at her instead.
"What do you think?" he asks, holding his arms up and doing a whole-body wiggle, showing off his costume.
"Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, are you serious right now, Stiles?" Lydia asks, judgy and unamused.
"What? It's hilarious!"
"It's overdone and uninspired," Lydia says.
"It's subversive and unexpected," Stiles argues. "Are you gonna let us in, or not? Because Theo and I were just admiring each others' costumes, and we're perfectly happy to come back later--"
"Get inside," Lydia interrupts, stepping back and holding the door open for them.
"Spoilsport," Stiles grumbles, grabbing a grinning Theo's hand and tugging him through the doorway.
"That skirt does look super cute, though," Lydia concedes, as they pass her, and Theo grins at her.
"Thanks!" he says, and then tugs at the red cape around his shoulders. "The cape's my favourite part, though. Really completes the look."
"Mm, true," Lydia hums, and then casts a disparaging glance at Stiles. "At least one of you put some effort into these absurd costume choices."
"Hey!" Stiles protests, the words slightly slurred as he talks around the overlarge plastic fangs sticking out of his mouth. "I'll have you know that this was the finest werewolf costume that thirty bucks could find."
Lydia raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him.
"I can tell," she says, and Stiles huffs in offence while Theo chuckles under his breath.
"Come on, Little Red, let's go find someone who appreciates our humour," Stiles says, and he and Theo - the big bad wolf and Little Red Riding Hood respectively, walk down the hallway hand in hand, towards the sounds of the party.