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🔥 - come back down to my knees (my 6b rewrite longfic)

Theo nodded his head towards the locker, not taking his eyes off of it.

Liam turned.

Right there, smothered in that same, spray-painted red that was on Theo's truck, on his locker door, was the scrawled word,

The audience was eating it up, so Theo decided to play into it. He leaned into Brett's microphone.

"On stage?" He quipped, not breaking eye contact.

The crowd cheered. Brett laughed.

Liam's eyebrows furrowed. "Really?"

Theo touched his cheek and smiled. "Really."

"Get the fuck out of the loft if you're gonna be all cute!" Isaac yelled. "We can hear you!"

Liam laughed and Theo rolled his eyes.

"Yes, dad," Theo teased.

"Leave!"

- @jjsstars

HI JJ!!!

this is an excerpt from my 6b fixit come back down to my knees that i haven't posted yet — it's theo and his train of thought once he gets kidnapped by schrader :>

excerpt below!

Did he have some sort of Icarus complex? The more that Theo thought about it, the more it seemed to line up with exactly that.

The first thing he thought of when he regained consciousness was his sister.

K, Tara called him, because she knew he hated it. Clara, Theo called her back, because nobody else did.

K was for Karl. Clara was for Clarisse. Nobody ever called them by their middle names, not even their parents. Not that they paid any attention to the two, anyway. Tara basically raised Theo, with the help of her friends and their parents—since their own never really cared.

How fucking stupid was he, to kill her? The only person who actually cared about him?

He supposed that he got his due.

And he was glad that he didn't know where his parents were. His guess had always been that the Dread Doctors had killed them while he pushed Tara in the river, but wouldn't Parrish or Scott have brought that up to him by then? Maybe they'd moved. Hopefully, it was far enough that they didn't give a shit anymore, that they forgot about their dead daughter and missing son. Maybe they were living some kind of Bonnie and Clyde life.

He didn't know—he didn't know anything about them.

Which was probably why it was so easy for the Dread Doctors to get to him.

Theo latched onto them because they were magical. Because they were older, smarter, stronger. They knew better than him, and they could make him better.

Nine-year-old Theo was so desperate to be rid of his asthma, his condition, that he believed Tara would willingly die to make him feel better.

aaaaaa i totally forgot that i still had this ask game!! (it's still open, for anyone curious 👀👀)

A whole-ass wolf was on the McCalls' doorstep.

send me a "🌹" and i'll post a sentence from a wip

Theo fell back against the pipes, falling to the floor as his chest tightened, the heart within beating like it was trying to escape.

Tara was breaking another hole through the ground, calling his name in that singsong.

She was coming for him again.

He couldn't breathe.

Tears started welling up in his eyes as Tara crawled out of the hole in the ground. He must have been saying something, because he thought he heard Corey and Mason call his name.