#theo raeken x ps reader

[bamboozledbird]

𝕚𝕗 𝕚 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 // stiles stilinski imagine

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, fem!reader, Theo Raeken, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall Pairing(s): Stiles x fem!reader, Stiles x you (no use of y/n), Theo x fem!reader, Stiles x ofc Word Count: 7k (bbygurl got away from me oops) Tags: Hurt/a little, itty bit of comfort, angst is my lifeblood i fear, let's play a game of who can find all the noah kahan lyrics Warnings: Underage drinking/drug use (at least in america rip, they're all 19+), suggestive language, some light cheating, i think that's it?, sad girl summer :'(

Request: “You think I like being like this? Every time someone fucking touches you I want to rip their hands off!” for stiles please and thnk you!!!

Part II: after many requests, here’s the happy ending: part two A/N: i am well aware theo is way too nice, and me personally?? could never forgive him for hurting scott mccall, the light of my fucking life. but it's for the plot. the things we must do for the plot of it all. i might make a part two? but this was already long, and i liked the conclusion enough to stop. lemme know if that sounds interesting to y'all. ps: listen to strawberry wine and the view between villages for vibes.

That first night, you drove home—207 miles in less than 3 hours, sobbing the entire way. Didn’t matter that you were right in the middle of finals. Didn’t matter that you had Math 19 at 8:00 in the morning. Nothing mattered except for the ringing in your ears, the blistering echoes of, ‘I can’t do this anymore,’ over and over and over again until you stumbled into the house you grew up in—the house he practically grew up in. He was all over every room, all over your entire goddamn hometown, all over you, and you had this desperate, crawling urge to scrub your skin raw. Strip everything away with turpentine until the shadows of his hands and mouth were gone, until you couldn’t smell cedar and 15 years of summer nights and Sunday mornings. 

That night you cried so hard it scared your sister. She spent most of the night with her back slumped against your bedroom door, fingertips poking through the little crack underneath, just like she did the first night your parents brought you home. She had to know that you were breathing, had to make sure that your little chest was rising and falling in your sweet bassinet—if you were inhaling in-between your fractured sobs. You eventually cried yourself to sleep—like a baby, like a broken heart—and thrashed around sweat-damp sheets and dreams of him kissing someone else on his couch. 

Months later, you finally realize it’s a bit self-involved to think that the universe cares enough about your short, temporal existence to conspire against you…but it certainly feels like it when you tie it all together with red string. After Stiles stopped wanting you, everything just…decayed, rotted, died—so quickly, too quickly for you to bury any of the remains. You’re still grieving Allison, constantly, and currently failing at least half your classes, and, oh yeah, battling literal demons at least three times a week—but mostly, you’re just tired. You’re just so goddamn tired of it all.   

To put it plainly, you’re drowning. 

That must be why the neat lines of text in your Math 20 textbook are swirling into indecipherable whirlpools. It’s just so…frustrating. You get math. Math is your thing. Derivatives shouldn’t ever send you into a bout of angry tears—but you are, you’re angry. Angry at the numbers for blurring into something unrecognizable, angry at yourself for not recognizing them, for becoming a person you don’t know or like. Your lashes clump together, and few mascara-tinted tears drop onto the glossy pages. At least, the cloudy text isn’t a hallucination now. 

��“Are you okay?”

The library is quiet, so quiet that you should’ve heard him coming, but you jump at the sound of Theo’s voice. You don’t know him that well; Theo isn’t really the kind of guy you’d talk to, at least not before everything you knew slipped through your fingers. It’s not like you ever disliked him; it’s just…he’s always been everything you’re not—focused, organized, completely in control. He’s confident but not cocky, smart but not arrogant, ridiculously good-looking but just charismatic enough that you can’t really hate him for all the maiming and scheming he pulled last year. He’s been punished enough, you think, and sure—maybe a part of you feels that way simply because Stiles doesn’t.

You haven’t spoken to Theo much, not really. Scott does most of the talking when he shows up to the occasional pack meeting, and Lydia won’t let him within ten feet of you anyway. Frankly, you don’t realize that he knows your name until he says it. His voice is soft in a way that you know isn’t just because of library conduct. It’s his eyes, you think—they’re warm with a concern you aren’t sure what you’ve done to deserve.

You nod and then blink at the fuzzy pages of your math book, eyes almost vacant, “I just…I don't understand.”

Theo sits down next to you and leans forward, scanning the text briefly, “Which part?”

You flush, “...all of it.”

He doesn’t laugh or roll his eyes like you thought he might. Instead, he pulls his chair closer to yours and reaches for a pencil. “Most people will tell you that derivatives are the ‘instantaneous rates of change.’ That’s what the book says, and it’s kind of true, but you’re right—that doesn’t actually make any sense. Things can’t actually change in a single instant, right? Obviously, change happens between two instances, so what they actually mean is a derivative's the rate of instantaneous change measured as precisely as possible.” Theo’s voice is soft in your ear as he drags his finger across your textbook, connecting the vague definitions to numbers that actually compute through your teary haze.

You sit back and just watch for a minute, a little in awe, as he makes all the squiggles into numbers again—and you haven’t been found more than a few feet away from him ever since. You guess it’s because you’re hoping, against all odds, that he can do the same for your life. At least in some small way, maybe.

It’s definitely easier to show up to Lydia's party with his hand in yours. 

You’re all back in Beacon Hills for the summer, and it’s nice. It really is. During the school year, you’re spread all across the state for the most part—you, Theo, and Lydia at Stanford; Scott, Kira, and Malia at UC-Davis; Liam and Mason, the babies, about to start their senior year of high school (it makes you want to cry if you think about it too long); Derek in…wherever he ends up for a season (it was fun to visit while he was in New York, and you secretly hope he makes a return in the fall); and, of course, there’s Stiles. He’s all the way on the other side of the country for his Quantico internship, and you still can’t escape him. His hands are all over your scent, all over every important moment of your life since pre-school. Sometimes, you think that you’ll always be one breath away from choking on the memory of him. But it’s easier, you remind yourself; it’s easier to be a minute away from home with Theo standing next to you. 

The music is loud in Lydia’s front room, thumping through your chest and sharpening the anxiety crawling through your veins—gnawing at your corneas until a haze of vape and weed and flashing lights consume your vision: pink, blue, green, red, and then pink again.

Theo tightens his grip on your hand and gently pulls you into the kitchen. It’s still loud, but the air is clearer here, and the crowd is thin. There’s a couple you vaguely recognize from high school making out on the granite countertop, too enwrapped in each other’s tongues to notice the mixer-sticky surface, and a couple boys who were on the lacrosse team gather drinks for another round of beer pong behind them. 

“You’re psychic,” you hum, resting your chin against the little dip in Theo’s sternum so that you can grin up at him, “tell the truth.”

He laughs easily and wraps his arms around your waist. The solid weight releases some of the vague unease stubbornly clinging to your synapses. “I solemnly swear that my supernatural abilities end at claws and fangs. I just know you; that’s all.” 

You hum as he sways with you a little and shake your head, “It’s only been a few weeks. You’ve gotta have some help from the other side.”

Theo shrugs and lifts you onto the counter behind him—a non-sticky patch, thankfully—and brushes your hair out of your eyes, “Maybe I’ve been paying attention for a little longer than a few weeks.”

You tilt your head and purse your lips into a pout you hope is even half as cute as the wicked gleam in Theo’s eyes, “How long?”

He shrugs again and ducks down to murmur in your ear, “Maybe since the first grade.”

His breath is warm against your cheek, but you know that’s not the only reason your face feels hot. You push against his chest, pulling a little face, “Shut up.”

Theo laughs and grabs your wrists, kissing your knuckles, “I’m serious! You were so cute with your little pigtails and missing teeth.”

You whine a little, embarrassed as you are as pleased, and hide your face in his neck. It smells good, a little citrusy from his cologne and a little sweaty from the sheer amount of grinding bodies in the house—like a man, like he can and will take care of you. “Stop it. I hated those bangs.”

He pinches your sides a little, “And the way you’d always shoot your hand up first—with the right answer, of course—I was smitten.”

You pull away from his neck and arch your brow, “Was?”

“Am,” he concedes with a soft smile, cupping your cheek and thumbing along your lash line, “am completely smitten.” 

He dips in to kiss you, lips barely an eyelash-width away from yours, when a prim cough pulls him away from his spot in-between your legs. You peer around his shoulder and roll your eyes, albeit fondly, at the stern look on Lydia’s face. She’s always been protective of you, even more so after Allison and the whole Stiles debacle, but you’re a bit tired of the Theo Raeken witch hunt. 

You slip down from the counter and rock onto your tiptoes to kiss Theo’s cheek—mainly to see the pinch in Lydia’s perfectly tapered brows. “Can you put this in the coat room,” you hum against his skin, shrugging off your baggy leather jacket. He knows the real reason you’re sending him away—of course he does, sometimes it feels like he knows everything—but he goes with a smirk anyway because, despite Lydia and Stiles’s suspicions, he’s trying his absolute hardest to redeem himself. 

“You could be a little nicer, y’know,” you reach for a hard lemonade from the ice bucket dripping a puddle of water onto the tile floor. You uncap it on the lip of the massive island and fold your arms over your chest, “He’s been nothing but the perfect boyfriend so far.”

Lydia matches your stance, brows curving, “Boyfriend?”

Heat crawls up your neck to your ears. You haven’t actually discussed labels or exclusivity—you think it’s too early; don’t want to scare him off, but Lydia doesn’t need to know that. “Boyfriend.”

Her curls trickle over her shoulder like the strawberry wine in her cup as she tips her chin and purses her lips into a flat line, “Stiles is here.” 

You try not to react—aren’t entirely sure why you do—and hide your complicated frown behind a sip of lemonade. It’s extra bitter going down. “Okay?”

Lydia shifts her weight from one Jimmy Choo to the other and sighs heavily, “He’s not going to like it.”

A flare of irritation sparks in your gut that you chase with a tip of your bottle. “Okay?” you mutter, wiping the excess liquid away with the back of your hand. A smear of nude lipstick is left behind, and you feel the sudden need to leave some on Theo’s neck for everyone to see. 

“I’m just warning you; it’s going to be a whole thing,” Lydia waves her hand in the air as she takes a dainty sip from her cup. Her pink manicure shines under the lights, and you wonder briefly how she can make every color look good with her red hair.

You hum and lean forward, grin a little sloppy as you sidle up to her side, “That you’ll be on my side for. Obviously.”

Lydia watches you carefully, eyes heavy, and tucks some of the hair falling in your face behind your ear. “Obviously,” she takes your hand, squeezing it tightly, and you feel a little less giggly and a lot more tender. 

You let her pull you into the crowded front room for a dance. It’s a good song, you think. Happy, lots of bass to jump to, and you’re shiny-faced and giddy by the time it’s over. 

Meandering towards the back patio for some fresh air, you pull your tank top away from your torso, gauzy material sticky with sweat and someone’s body glitter. You aren’t entirely sure where Theo ended up, but you take it as a good sign that he’s mingling with your friends—which, bless his crooked little heart, is all he’s ever wanted. 

The night breeze is so nice against your clammy skin that you feel a little lightheaded. You collapse on a padded deckchair and kick your feet up onto a keg, empty, most likely, based on its current state of abandonment. After a moment of hazy tranquility, a red solo cup filled to the brim with an unknown, potent liquid blocks your view of the winking gold embellishments on your boots. 

“You look like you need a drink,” Scott smiles at you from his slight bend over your head.

You take the cup from Scott eagerly and down about half of it to soothe the rawness in your throat—asthma is a bitch in hotboxes, makes you almost consider asking Scott for the bite. “I need about ten,” you hum, licking the little dribble of cherry-something from the corner of your mouth. It’s too sweet, but the ice is easing the beginnings of a headache forming in your temples. 

Scott sits down next to you, and you grumble a little as he nudges your side with his elbow until he has enough room to stretch his legs out too. “You look happy,” he grins at you, eyes crinkly and sweet. “Been a minute since I’ve seen that.”

“I feel happy,” you lean against his side and rest your cup against your cheek. The condensation gathered on the plastic is a godsend against your flushed face. “For the first time in…way too long.”

“Good,” Scott's voice is sincere, in the most genuinely empathic way that only Scott McCall can be, and he gently nudges your foot with his, “I’ve been worried.” He pauses and looks down at the contents of his cup, watches the ice slowly melt into whatever he poured for taste alone—you don’t like the pensive squint in his eyes. “You know I want to trust Theo, right? I really want to believe that he’s changed.”

You sigh a little, but because he only ever wants the best for everyone and, well, because it’s Scott, you say, “But?”

He gives his hands a small frown and taps his finger against the side of his drink, “Not a but, exactly. I do think he’s different now.” The mostly goes unsaid, and you watch him closely, waiting for him to finish. “I just want you to be careful, that’s all. I don’t want you to…rush into anything after, well,” Scott scratches the back of his neck a little and winces, “you know.”

“After Stiles dumped me because, ‘he needed space,’ and then started dating someone new two weeks later,” you finish for him flatly. He hadn’t even been subtle about it. His new girl was all over his Insta within the month—and she’s still fucking stunning in his flannels weeks later. Your stomach turns, but you swallow another mouthful of your dri—rum and Cherry Coke, you finally place the flavor, smiling a little at the memory of getting tipsy on the same drink at Senior prom with Scott, Kira, and…Stiles. It’s a good memory, you decide. You won’t let him take it from you.

“Yeah.” Scott sighs into his drink and then takes a long chug, “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again, you know? None of us do.”

“I know,” you smile at him fondly and kiss his cheek, “and it’s very sweet, but I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.” 

Scott smiles, bright and puppy-like, and then his head cocks with his little sixth-sense tick—also puppy-like, you think with a smirk. Scott’s grin fades and he murmurs, “Three o’clock,” against the rim of his cup.

Your eyebrows furrow, “What?”

Scott laughs, but it’s strained, and then nods towards something across the pool, “To your right.”

You turn your head, expecting to see one of your friends doing something stupid, and freeze momentarily when you meet Stiles’s gaze. His eyes are a little unfocused, murky with whatever’s in his plastic cup, but they sharpen when he sees you. He backs down first, and you polish off your drink, craving the sweet burn in your throat. “I need another drink.”

“You need to talk to him,” Scott says, and he takes your empty cup away from you, like he’s worried you can magically refill it with the simple power of desire. “If you can’t do it for him, do it for me. His brooding is really getting out of control.”

You don’t bother bringing up that Stiles is the one who ended it or that he brought his new girlfriend home with him. “Maybe,” you shoot Scott a sly grin and try to snag his drink from his hands, but your clumsy fingers are no match for his werewolf reflexes, “I do love and cherish you very, very much.”

Scott laughs and ruffles your hair, approaching noogie territory. “Should’ve gone out with me.”

You can’t help but look for him through the fog rising above the heated pool. Stiles’s face is pale in the reflection of the lit water; the shadows ripple across his cheeks when he tugs his girlfriend into a sloppy kiss—Chelsea, you recall, proud that there’s only a little bitterness coating the thought. “Don’t I know it,” you finally say. It’s the churning reflection and the smell of chlorine, you reason; that’s why you feel a bit like throwing up your last couple drinks.

Scott frowns when you don’t swat at his side or make fun of him, like you’d usually do in the face of such ridiculous teasing, and follows your gaze. “But that was never going to happen, huh,” he says quietly. “Not with the…” he trails off, face scrunching as he searches for the right words, “throbbingly in love since birth thing.”

You laugh through the stabbing sensation in your chest. “Throbbingly?”

He waves his free hand as he takes another sip of his drink, “You know what I mean.”

“I really don’t think I do,” you say, a small smile twitching on your face as Scott spills most of his red drink onto his white t-shirt.

He sighs and pulls the soaked material away from his chest, head darting around as he looks for something to mop up the mess. “You guys were just like…always ahead of everybody from the beginning, you know? Brains, love, all of it. I swear you guys were actually born like 30 years old, or maybe it's some kind of reincarnation, soulmate thing—okay, it probably has more to do with the…” 

“Early on-set trauma?” you fill-in for him, sparing him the unpleasantness of bringing up dead mothers and mental illness.

Scott nods and licks his bottom lip before continuing, “I remember this kid had a huge crush on you, like way back in elementary school, and even at nine years old I knew he didn’t have a shot. It was just obvious, you know? It was always going to be the two of you. It was just always gonna end up that way.”

You almost laugh at the sight: Scott dabbing at his shirt with a pink beach towel and oh-so casually confirming that your worst fears aren’t only valid but in fact a reality. Maybe, you really can’t love someone else, not the way you loved him. Maybe, you’re just kidding yourself when you talk about it in the past-tense. Maybe, it really is just the two of you, even if it’s all in your head now. 

“I’m definitely not drunk enough for this,” you try to sound flippant, but your words are as shaky as the hand you're raking through your hair. It’s already a mess, but you can’t stop. Your hands need to do something. 

“Then you’re really not gonna like what’s coming next,” Scott says as he jerks his thumb towards something behind him.

You turn your head, and your eyes widen when you see Stiles trudging towards the two of you with his hands stuffed into his jeans pockets. The chair’s metal frame squeaks with Scott’s shifting weight. He clamors to his feet, mumbling something about cleaning his shirt, and you give him your most intimidating glower, “Scott, if you walk away from me right now, I swear to fuckin’ god, I’ll never—Hi.” Your tone is clipped, short and to the point, when Stiles stops in front of you.

“Hey,” Stiles’s voice is dull, void of emotion, and so is his face. He stares at you, and you wish you knew what was really flickering behind that burnt umber and citrine honey. There was a time when you would’ve known—when you always knew. It’s so strange, you think, so strange how quickly someone can become a stranger.

You clear your throat and tuck your legs underneath yourself, tugging on the hem of your short skirt to maintain some semblance of modesty. His eyes still dart to your upper thigh, lingering on the strip of skin that’s bared when you sit upright. It’s only for a split second—but it’s enough. He’s seen it before, after all. Felt it with his long fingers and open palms. Dragged his lips across it, and left wet, open-mouth kisses along every inch—but he still looks like he wants to sink his teeth into the supple flesh one last time. 

You swallow, hard, and stand, “So…how’ve you been?”

“Fine,” he replies flatly. “Obviously not as good as you.”

Your lips purse as your eyes narrow, “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“First Theo Raeken, now Scott McCall: True Alpha, God among werewolves, Messiah of Beacon Hills. I’m genuinely impressed—bottom of my heart, babe. I mean, s’quite the body count if we’re talkin’ claws and body hair alone,” he spits. Despite the slight slur in his words, his consonants are barbed and serrated at the edges. They prick your skin and sting long after he finishes, and you know they’re going to follow you all the way home.

“Don’t be a dick,” you snap, wrapping your arms tightly around your biceps. The chill isn’t so pleasant anymore.  

“What? I’m just giving you the props you’ve so clearly earned. You’ve got the magic touch.” Stiles cants his head in a way that distinctly reminds you of someone else—a monster who stole the face of the boy you loved a lifetime ago. “I’d ask how good the sex is, but I already know. It’s that thing you do with your tongue, right? When you’re givin’ head? That’s how you get ‘em, huh. Suckers—” his drink spills on his shoes when he lets out a sharp chortle, “suckers. Didn’t even mean to do that.” 

You stare at him, eyes burning, and try to determine exactly how drunk he is. “Stop it.” You do your best to look more annoyed than devastated—the last thing you need is to start crying like you still care. He can't win; you won’t let him, not like this. “Just stop. It’s pathetic—you’re pathetic.”

Something complicated rolls over his face, and Stiles clenches his fists, “Whatever. Guess it’ll be too late to say told’ya so when he rips your heart out and broils it—or whatever the fuck psychopaths do for fun these days.” 

Your face crumples a little—not because you think Theo would ever actually hurt you but because Stiles sounds so ambivalent about the possibility. Sometimes you hate him, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot—but you’ve never stopped caring, not once. You never stop worrying about if he’ll make it out alive, if he'll survive with all his breakable bones and fragile skin intact. You find yourself staring at the ceiling until the sun rises, dwelling on all the horrific, life-or-death situations he’ll end up in when he graduates from the Academy years from now. Stiles was your best friend years before he was your boyfriend. Did all that really not matter now? Just because of something as stupid as a breakup? It’s just so…high school. You really thought it’d been…more. 

Everything. You used to think it was everything.

“Stay the fuck away from me, Stiles,” you shove past him, stumbling a bit over your boots’ chunky heel and a little too much rum. 

He doesn’t follow you, and you should be glad. You should be happy that he isn’t there to witness the black smears under your eyes or the snot you’re trying to hide with a few discreet sniffles. You should be grateful that he doesn’t see Theo pull you into his side and take you home, grateful that he can’t ruin the soft kisses Theo rains down on the crown of your head and the way he doesn’t push to come inside after you say your parents are gone.

But you aren’t, and you hate yourself for it. 

You barely manage to wipe off what’s left of your makeup with a damp towel and throw on some clean clothes before you tumble into bed. You’re still sweaty, grimy with tears and a night of dancing, but the rum is hitting hard, and you just want to go to sleep and forget he ever existed.

You’re halfway between sleep and consciousness in the early hours of the morning when you hear a loud thud against your bedroom window. The thudding continues, and with a great sigh you slip out of your sheets, hissing when your bare feet land on the cold floor. You slowly shuffle towards the bay window, trying to forget it's where you had your first kiss, and kneel on the cushioned bench. You have to rub at your eyes a few times when you see Stiles trying to break into your house. You only unlock the latch after you convince yourself that you’re going to push him off of the roof into the rose bushes two stories below, and then, of course, you sit back on your heels so that he has room to crawl through the narrow opening. 

“When the fuck did you start locking your window?” Stiles stumbles into your room and catches himself against the floor with his palm, feet still dangling over the windowsill. You take great pleasure in shoving his legs off of the window seat and watching him fall face-first onto the carpeted rug. He grunts when he lands and rubs his jaw as he sits up, “Guess I deserved that.” 

His lips part when he gets a good look at you, backlit by the moon and all his worst mistakes. You’re in an old t-shirt from middle school, bleach stains all along the left shoulder, and a pair of baggy sweatpants with ratty holes around the hem from years of dragging against the ground. Your face is still tacky with tears, eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot, and Stiles is pretty sure he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.

You shift uncomfortably, pull your knees to your chest, and shiver as the night air drifts through the open window, “Still drunk?” 

“Not so much,” he holds up a mostly steady hand.

“Still a fucking asshole?”

“Probably.” Stiles bites his lip and shrugs, “Definitely.”

You stare at him, sniffling quietly, hoping that he can’t hear how pathetic it sounds, “Stiles, what are you doing here?” 

He drums his fingers against his thighs and shrugs again. You want to smack him. And hold him. And maybe drink some more liver poison until the school year starts again. “Dunno, just started walkin’, n’ I ended up here.” Stiles closes his eyes, and his lashes are so strikingly dark against his pale skin. “I always end up here,” he whispers like a vow, like a prayer, like forever. 

You dig your toes into the bench and swallow a hiccup. “Don’t,” your protest is weak, and you blame it on your sore throat. “You can’t say shit like that. It’s not fair.”

“I know,” Stiles rubs a hand over his face. He’s in need of a shave, you notice, or…maybe not. You kind of like the stubble the more you get used to it—your tipsy, sleep-deprived mind stupidly wonders what it’d feel like between your thighs. Stiles sighs, returning your attention to far more unpleasant thoughts, “But I just want to.” He leans onto his palms and tips his head back between his shoulders, shaking his head at the ceiling. “I just wanna say it all, all the things I thought while you were gone. Knew I would the second I saw you.”

“You’re—” your tongue is thick as you struggle for words over the conflicting emotions wrangling each other in your throat, “you’re so fuckin’—you can’t just come here and act like—” You rub aggressively at your eyes and push yourself to your feet, “You need to go, Stiles. I want you to go.”

Stiles stands with you and cards his fingers through his hair. It’s long, curling around his ears, and you turn your gaze away from him, staring at the wall and digging your fingers into your forearms to stop yourself from reaching for him. “Can we just…talk?” he whispers, whether it’s for his sake or yours, you’re not entirely sure. He looks small, scared, but you can’t tell if he’s afraid for you or of you. “Just for a little bit. I need…I just need another minute. That’s all, and then I’ll go. Promise.”

I need. I need. I need. It’s always what he needs on his time. You cross the floor with wild eyes and snap, “What do you want to talk about? Huh? How you left me for someone else, or how I’m such a fucking whore for moving on?”

He grits his teeth and grabs your wrists, long fingers overlapping around the delicate bones when you try to yank away from his firm grip. “You think this is what I want?” He doesn’t yell. Somehow, that’s worse. “You think I like being like this? Every time someone fucking touches you I want to rip their hands off!”

You thrash in Stiles’s arms, and his pained expression is blurry through your wet glare, “You had me! I was yours! I was so fucking in love with you, and then you—you just ended it and moved on, like it was nothing.” Your chest heaves, a stark contrast to the gentle quiver in your bottom lip. Your voice drops to something almost inaudible; it's the only way you can get through this while you're crying, the only way you can force the words through your tender throat, “Like I was nothing.”

Your cries turn into sobs when Stiles pulls you into his arms, and they wrack through your entire body when he kisses your hair and whispers sweet nonsense in your ear. You struggle for a moment longer, and then there's nothing left. You've given him everything. You sag into him, legs sinking with your full weight until he wraps his arms around your waist and presses you tighter to his chest. “I got scared,” Stiles whispers against the crown of your head when your cries peter into hiccups, and your next whimper shudders through your shoulders. He rests his palms against the small of your back and inhales the sweet scent of your shampoo, ducking his head down to kiss your forehead, “You were so far away, and so, so perfect, and I missed you all the fucking time.”

Stiles pauses, but it’s not for you. It’s a stall; you can feel his knee bounce and his fingers twitch. You wait, face buried in his collarbone, too busy trying to breathe to even think about speaking. After a moment, could’ve been seconds, could’ve been hours, he squeezes you—almost until it hurts, and it feels like he’s terrified that you’re just another one of the shadows on your bedroom walls. “I couldn’t ask you to transfer from Stanford to some fuckin’ state school in Virginia, so I fucked everything up ‘cause I guess...at least then it was my choice—and I know that just makes it worse. I know that. Because that means I chose to ruin it, I decided to hurt you…and I’m so fucking sorry. Just so unbelievably, life-ruiningly sorry.”

And there it is. The apology you’ve been waiting for, dreaming of, fantasizing about in every shower, in every cafe line, in every early morning class—and it’s just so…hollow. It sits between the two of you, heavy and horridly inadequate. “You found someone else,” you whimper into his shoulder, clasping at his t-shirt and wetting the white collar with your tears and runny nose—and you wish, more than anything, that this could be enough. “How could you find someone else that quickly?”

Stiles freezes, stops rubbing your back and rocking you from side-to-side, and it’s just jarring enough to remind yourself how dangerous it is to be in his arms. You step back and wrap your arms around yourself instead, and Stiles watches you with something hopeless all over his face. “I was just trying to prove that I didn’t make the biggest fucking mistake of my life,” he says, but he says it to his shoes. You wonder who he’s hiding from: himself or you. “Didn’t work, obviously.”

You just stare at him, arms limp by your sides, and shake your head a little. “What are you doing here, Stiles?” your voice is clotted with mucus and defeat, and it breaks halfway through along with your knees. You lean against the wall and close your lids so that you don’t have to see his eyes: so vast, so deep, so damn pretty—you’re suffocating in them. “What do you want from me?”

He’s relentless. Stiles steps forward, and there’s nowhere for you to go. “I want you.” And that’s the thing, isn’t it? There’s the rub. It’s always hunger, no sating. No happy ending. 

“Nothing’s changed.” You tilt your head and wring your fingers in the hem of your t-shirt, tugging every so often, “I’m still going back to Stanford, and you’re still going back east in the fall.” UPenn. Criminology, obviously. You never got the chance to congratulate him. 

“I know,” he’s right in front of you now, waiting for you to push him away. You don’t.

The back of your head hits the wall as you tip your chin up to look at him, “And I have Theo, and you have…her.”

“I know,” he braces his hands next to the sides of your head, watching your lips move without any shame, breath hot against your skin. 

“Stiles…” you plead with him through your lashes, asking for mercy, on hands and knees begging him to turn around and leave.

“Tell me you don’t want me.” Stiles rests his forehead against yours, “Tell me it’s over, and there’s nothing I can do to fix this.” 

“You already know,” you close your eyes and shake your head, nose rubbing against his, “you know I’d be lying.”

“You love me.” It’s not a question. He knows. He’ll always know.

You shake your head again, and Stiles can taste the salt on your lips, “Doesn’t matter.”

“I love you,” Stiles whispers, carding his fingers through your hair.

“Too late,” your lips brush against his, feather-light, and catch on the chapped center of his mouth.

He kisses you, cups your jaw like you’re ineffably precious, and you feel like you can breathe for the first time in months. Stiles tilts his head a little, and his tongue is gentle in its prodding, almost sweet—but he grabs onto your hips like he wants to eat you alive. You just might let him, you think, when you feel his stubble scrape against your neck as he trails a balmy line of kisses towards your collarbone. 

You wind your fingers in his hair and tug to keep yourself on your feet. “We ca—ah,” he licks along your pulse, on purpose, and you shiver, “we can’t do this.”

Stiles hums against your cheek. “And yet, here I am, sliding my hands under your shirt, trying to cop a feel.” His fingers dip under your shirt. They’re cold on your bare stomach, and you flinch a little. Dizzyingly, you remember where you are, who you’re with, and who's going to text you in the morning to make sure you’re okay.

“We really can’t do this,” you whisper, slipping your hands from his hair to his arms. You pull them away gently and tip your head back from his persistent mouth, “I’m not going to hurt Theo the way you hurt me, and I’m not going to let you do this to someone else.”

“It’s not the same,” he says, gravelly and thick. He turns away from you, paces the length of your room a few times, and throws his hands around like he can change your mind if he gestures hard enough, “You know it’s not the same.” Stiles stops abruptly and shakes his head, seemingly at nothing—and then he’s back in front of you before you can catch your breath. He places his hands on your shoulders and then slides his palms to your biceps, just holding onto you. Not clutching, not squeezing, just a light touch that you can’t seem to break away from. 

“You’ve been my best friend for 15 years,” Stiles licks his bottom lip, and you watch him with wide eyes and a blitzing heart, “and I’ve loved you for well over half of ‘em��just plain wanted you even longer.” He slips his hand down your arm to your hand and tangles his fingers with yours, lifting them to rest over his skittering heartbeat, “You’re mine, and I’m yours. That’s how it is. That’s how it’s always been. That’s how it should be.”

You want to say it back, you do, but you just can’t. Not with all the unresolved details wriggling in your ear. “You brought her home, Stiles. You can’t just…just introduce her to your dad and cheat on her all in the same day.”

“Technically, cheat on and then dump,” he tries to smile, but it’s not convincing. Not with the guilt dimming his eyes.

“That’s not funny,” you snap, but the guilt is good. He wouldn’t be the man you know, the boy you grew up with, if he didn’t feel at least a little guilty about the whole thing.

“Dad’s out of town,” Stiles admits quietly, and for some reason, that means more to you than his apology, than his kisses, than his hand in yours. You didn’t realize how much the thought had been bothering you until now—destroying you one post at a time. “I only brought her because I knew you were going to be here with…him.” He shrugs a little, “Frankly, I think she knows. She aced behavioral science.”

You roll your eyes and huff, “You’re an asshole.”

“I know,” he concedes and kisses the back of your hand, continuing along the row of your knuckles, “but I’m in love with you, and it’s become abundantly clear that I always will be.”

Your bottom lip trembles with the desire to give in to what you want, but your hand twists away from him with what you know is right—even though it feels so horrendously wrong. “I can’t do this to him, Stiles. He’s been through so much, and he’s been so good to me, and he’s trying so hard to—”

“But you don’t love him!” Stiles hisses. It’s the loudest he’s been all night, but you don’t flinch from the volume. It’s the truth of it all, the vile honestly you can’t hide from that makes you recoil.

You look at the ceiling through your lashes, an old trick to fight the tears welling in your tear ducts. Some girl in middle school told you about it in the bathroom, and you try to remember her name and what cloying body spray she was spritzing instead of thinking about how easy it would be to let Stiles crawl into your bed and make you forget about everyone and everything that isn’t him. “I should,” you finally murmur throatily, biting on your lip, “maybe I could…someday.”

Stiles whips his head towards your face and takes a little stumbling step backwards, “You don’t believe that.” You’re sure that he wishes he sounded more confident, but he gives himself away with the hand rubbing the back of his neck, “Say you don’t believe that.”

“You need to go, Stiles.” You clutch at your arm with your other hand and step back towards your bed, further away from him and the wet film over his eyes. “I’m serious. I need you to leave.”

He opens his mouth and then scrubs his arm over his face, wiping away the incriminating wet gleam on his cheeks with the sleeve of his flannel. “Okay,” his throat bobs with the strength of his swallow, “yeah, okay.”

You wait until he reaches your bedroom door to crawl onto your bed. You curl in on yourself, like a child, ad press your face into your legs, your knees to your chest, your back against the headboard—but Stiles pauses before you can really fall apart.

Stiles rests his hand against the doorframe and chews on his cheek, on his words, on the thought of you, and then he says, “I’m still breaking up with her. You don’t…you don’t owe me anything—that’s fucking putting it lightly, I know—but I’m still breaking up with her.” He lifts a shoulder and smiles, a little sad but so true, “There’s no one else for me. There’s never going to be anyone else…just thought you should know.”

He’s gone by the time you look up from your kneecaps. Good. You were this close to giving in. This close to throwing yourself over the edge for someone who’s dropped once before, and you’re still cleaning up the mess he left behind. You should be proud of yourself, happy that you weren’t weak enough to say yes, yes, a million, billion, trillion times yes.

But you aren’t, and you hate yourself for it.

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“Unfair Advantage”: Theo Raeken (Teen Wolf) Imagine/Headcanons

Theo Raeken Imagine/Headcanons   #WEREWOLFWEDNESDAY 

(Well technically chimera but ya know what I mean, lol) 

Theo Raeken x Reader : PS Reader, Plus Size Reader 

Imagine rendering Theo speechless while working out.....

Being around Theo had always been a thorn in your side. 

But you ran with the same group of friends

Therefore you spent more time with him than you’d like

You also shared the same gym

You were determined not to let him affect your plans. 

You had a routine. 

You were there FIRST.

You weren’t moving. 

He could move! 

However, Theo was barely moving at all. 

He’d frozen on the spot watching you work out on the exercise ball. 

Never in his LIFE had he been so torn. 

Let’s just say...that ball popped today. 

You slapped the shit out of him for kissing you like that.

But it was worth it. 

For the both of you, lol. 

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Hunting Season, Part Twenty: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from Anon: For Hunting Season part twenty. Maybe some public sex and being caught? And Theo sees it but continues. + lots of dirty talk. Ps: I love all your works, and I'm loving Hunting Season

Request from Anon: hi! for hunting season part 20 the reader begging and orgasm denial. love your work, you are so so talented

Request from Anon: heyy this is for hunting season part 20! could have daddy kink, spanking, restraints, maybe he could catch her masturbating and punishes her for it or something? ooh and lots of dirty talk hehe. i know this imagine is gonna be soooo good, ur amazing xx

Request from Anon: For hunting season part 20 maybe theo uses a toy on the reader?

Request from Anon: hi! if you still need another kink for hunting season part 20, maybe a praise kink??

Request from Anon: hi!! can i request for humiliation in hunting season part 20!! xx

Request from Anon: heyy saw it was the last day for hunting season part 20, so excited! sorry if this is really unhelpful but the only other thing i could think of to suggest is that theo calls the reader a lot of names? like pet names i guess, but if it’s going to be filthy then maybe they can be a little more degrading 😅 sorry if this doesn’t help much! xx

So it’s finally here! For anyone who doesn’t know, in celebration of reaching Part Twenty, I asked for multiple requests to come up with a pretty filthy imagine, and you guys definitely helped out so thank you! Hope this is okay for you lovelies, and enjoy x 

It was supposed to be a work dinner, nothing out of the ordinary. Meeting up with her colleagues at the end of the week, each bringing their respective partners, all of whom were behaving impeccably. Y/N’s, on the other hand, was not, and she squirmed under his touch as she felt his hand on her thigh.

Theo’s hand slid further up Y/N’s leg, under her dress, and she felt a wetness growing between her legs. She looked at him, at how he didn’t look at her, feigning interest in the conversation going on between her colleagues, using his other hand to sip from the glass of wine in front of him. That hand slid further up, and Y/N bit back a moan as he cupped her through her underwear, her heart beating rapidly.

She clutched the edge of the table as Theo pushed aside the material, swiping up her centre.

“Y/N, you okay?” One of her colleagues looked at her, no doubt seeing the tension in her face.

“Yeah, baby, is something wrong?” Theo looked at her now, pushing his finger inside of her as he spoke. Y/N glared at him, knowing that if she opened her mouth, words would be swallowed by the sounds of her moans. A small smile graced Theo’s face as he continued to pump his finger in and out of her.

She was on the edge, and couldn’t speak as she felt her release build. Questions of concern were repeated by her colleagues as Theo continued to finger her, but they faded into the background, as Theo put his hand on her shoulder. “Are you not feeling well?”

Y/N shook her head, Theo’s finger still inside of her. She finally managed to speak through gritted teeth. “Must have been something I ate.”

“You know what, guys,” Theo turned to the group, “I think I’ll just take her home.” He slid his finger out of her and Y/N watched as he wiped her wetness on his jeans. She noted the smirk on his face as he did so, fully aware of his intentions. She stood, Theo’s arm around her shoulder. “Good night, guys.”

Theo intertwined his fingers with hers as they left the restaurant, Y/N still with the overwhelming need to release. “What the hell was that?” she whispered viciously into Theo’s ear. The chimera only smirked, leading her out of the door. He still didn’t answer as he took her around to the back of the restaurant, the alleyway providing the perfect setting for his intentions.

Y/N’s anger was replaced with excitement when he slammed her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head.

“I think you know perfectly well what that was.” His nose trailed up the column of her throat, and Y/N moaned as Theo pressed his crotch against hers. “Who the fuck do you think you are, in that fucking dress, with your legs so fucking bare? Your friends in there think you’re so fucking perfect, but I bet they’d have a field day if they knew how much of a fucking, filthy slut you are. If they knew how so fucking easy it is to make you squeal like that, so fucking easy to make you come. Is that what you want, Y/N? Do you want me to make you come?” He reached under her dress and pulled apart her panties, the material soaked through.

Y/N could feel her wetness dripping down her legs as she nodded fervently. Her hands flew to Theo’s jeans, unbuttoning them as fast as she could. God, she needed him, needed him inside of her, fucking her until she couldn’t walk. She pulled his cock out of his boxers, and Theo smirked. “How much do you want this?”

“So fucking much. I want your cock in me all the time. I want it here and I want it now.” Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, jumping and wrapping her legs around Theo’s waist. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me.”

Y/N couldn’t breathe when Theo entered her, pushing her back against the wall of the alleyway. His movements were almost violent, his words obscene. “You’re such a good little slut, such a good fuck. You feel so fucking good around my cock, Y/N, so fucking good.” Y/N could only moan in response, feeling every inch of him inside of her, her head hitting the wall with every thrust.

“You know there are people watching us, Y/N.” Theo grabbed her chin, turning her head. Sure enough, down the end of the alley, a couple had stopped to look at the pair. Y/N imagined they were horrified, but she didn’t care. Not as Theo continued fucking her. “Watch them, Y/N. Watch them watch us fuck. I know you like people to know that you’re mine, that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this.”

Y/N did as she was told, her inner walls clenching around Theo as she came. She placed her head on his shoulder as she did so, listening to his praise as his own movements became sloppy. His cock hardened inside of her, and when Y/N climbed off him, she trailed a finger through his release that was sliding down her leg. She put it in her mouth, licking the taste of him away. Theo smirked. “I think that’s enough for now.”

As he would find out when they got home, Y/N had other plans.

Theo was in the shower, and all she could think about was how naked he was in there, how his cock would be swinging between his legs when it should have been inside her. She was dressed in one of his shirts, nothing more, waiting for him in the hope that when he saw her he would want to fuck her again. But the thought of him in there made the waiting harder, and she couldn’t help it when her fingers wandered to her core.

Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as she began to pleasure herself, imagining that Theo was on top of her, fucking her like only he could. Y/N’s eyes closed as she continued, his name escaping her lips. She didn’t hear the door open, eyes snapping open when Theo spoke. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She looked up, saw him standing there in nothing but a towel, saw the stern look on his face and knew the route the evening was going to take. Tonight, Theo would control her every move, would take her in the ways he wanted to, would punish her for pleasuring herself.

“I- ”

“You were what?” Theo walked over to the bed. “You were fucking yourself when you know that I’m the only one who’s allowed to do that to you? I should have known you were disobedient. I tell you time and time again that the only person you’re allowed to come for is me, and that you shouldn’t do it for anyone else. But you will, and you do, because,” he grabbed the lapels of the shirt she was wearing, tearing it open and revealing her nakedness, “like I said before, you’re a fucking slut.”

Y/N’s core throbbed as Theo pulled the shirt the rest of the way off her, leaving her naked. “You’re a fucking slut and you need to be punished for breaking Daddy’s rules.” He removed the towel from his waist, and Y/N’s eyes fell to his cock. Theo followed her gaze.

“Beg me for it. Beg me to punish you, to fuck you with my cock.”

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me, punish me for being such a bad girl. Daddy I need your cock in me again. I always need it. I need you to come inside of me, all over me, wherever you want. Please Daddy.”

Theo grabbed her chin. “Oh I will, but first, we’re going to have some fun.” He let go. “Get up.”

Y/N was quick to do so, watching Theo as he laid back on the bed. She squirmed as he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping at it until it stood upright. She knew what to do, had done it plenty of times, and when Theo nodded at her, she climbed on top of him, her head positioned above his cock, her ass – and her ever-growing arousal – hovering above his face.

She heard a drawer open, and caught a glimpse of an object that Theo pulled out from the bedside table. She knew what it was, and felt her core only throb in response before Theo spoke. “You want my cock so badly, why don’t you suck it?”

Y/N lowered her head, her mouth enveloping Theo’s cock. As she took it, she felt Theo’s hand on her ass, fingers slipping between her cheeks and absentmindedly playing with her core. “Such a wet, pretty little thing.” He hissed as Y/N worked at him. “I could do so many things with this, like this, for example.” Y/N’s moans were muffled around Theo’s cock as he pushed the dildo inside of her. “You wanted other things to fuck you, sweetheart, well now you’re getting them.”

With every bob of her head, Theo pushed the dildo inside of Y/N. She could feel her release building, only intensified by the sharp stings that hit her skin every so often as Theo spanked her. “You’re so fucking tight, so fucking wet. You looked so fucking good from this angle, sucking my cock while I hit you for being the slut you are.” He hissed again, and Y/N knew what was coming. “You’re making Daddy come, princess, with that filthy little mouth of yours.” Y/N swallowed everything that Theo shot up into her mouth, savouring the taste of him as she felt herself arrive at the edge of her orgasm.

“Daddy, I’m coming.” Theo removed the dildo, throwing it on the floor, before hitting her ass again.

“Don’t you dare fucking come, you hear me? You’re being punished, and you don’t get to come until I say. So you fucking hold it, or I won’t fuck you anymore. Now get off me, lie down, and spread your legs like a good girl.” Trying her best to hold it in, Y/N climbed off Theo, following his every instruction.

He walked over to where he had thrown his clothes, removing the belt from his jeans, and Y/N was doing everything she could not to come at the sight of his cock. She knew the drill, and said nothing as Theo walked back over to her, grabbing her wrists in one hand and using the belt to tie them together. “You’re doing so well, baby, holding it in for me. It almost makes me regret wanting to punish you. But this is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Yes, it’s what I want.”

“Well, let’s see just how long you can hold it.”

Y/N squirmed as Theo lowered his head between her legs, licking a stripe up her core before diving in. She felt his nose nudge against her folds as he mouthed at her, eating her as if he had been starved. His tongue was nothing more than a miracle, she decided, as he rolled her clit between it, his fingers leaving bruises as he held her legs apart. She couldn’t touch him, couldn’t hold his head in place, so only spoke words of obscenity. “Fuck, Daddy, your tongue is so fucking good. I’m so fucking wet for you Daddy, please.” It was getting harder to hold it in, and Y/N was aware that it was obvious as Theo removed his mouth from her centre, his lips covered with her essence.

“You really want to fucking come, don’t you? That’s all you ever want to do, isn’t it?” Y/N nodded as Theo climbed on top of her, his cock positioned at her entrance. “Well, I think you’ve been punished enough. Maybe it’s time for me to finally fuck you. What do you say?”

“Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I’ll be good. I just want your cock inside of me, I just want to come on it, please.”

Theo slapped her core. “That’s enough begging, Y/N. Now keep quiet before I change my mind.”

Y/N fell apart when Theo entered her. He was violent in his thrusts, his forehead pressed against hers as he fucked her. She was in her ecstasy but he was too, telling her as much. “You feel so good on my cock, Y/N. You’re coming, aren’t you? I can feel it, I knew it wouldn’t be long. Go on then, sweetheart, come. Come all over me.”

It was all the permission Y/N needed. She screamed as she finally let go, as she pulsed around Theo’s cock. It seemed to last for an age, and she didn’t even register that Theo’s movements had lost their ferocity until he came inside of her, the product of their releases mingling inside of her.

When it was over, when Y/N felt tender, delicate, broken in the best way, Theo lost his sternness, and gently kissed her forehead. He slid out of her slowly, and instantly Y/N missed him.

But she knew it wouldn’t be for long.

It never was.

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You and Theo ran away from home at the age of 18. Your home conditions weren’t stable and he wanted to start fresh. You still remember the day he came up to you told you he was leaving. You immediately said you were going along with him, without hesitation. You stole money from your step mother, enough to get both of you by for around 2 months.

He proposed to you 2 years ago and you obviously said yes. You kept moving, from place to place because both your jobs didn’t help with financial stability, which also lead to you delaying the wedding. All the stress was bringing back your depression. There were times when you would completely go quiet and shut Theo out. You hated it, but it was subconscious. You’ve had too many fights about you shutting him out. You wanted to see a doctor but you weren’t sure if you could afford it. You still remember that day you attempted to kill yourself like it was yesterday and it completely shook Theo.

 It’s a few weeks after the attempt and you were just staring at a wall. Your fingers were subconsciously playing with your engagement ring. You were thinking and your eyes got comfortable.

Theo would be back from his job anytime now. He hated his job behind a desk but he was good at it. He wanted to write. You found endless stories in his diaries. The boy had a knack to write. You would pick up one of his diaries and just read for hours. You worked from home so you had the time.

The door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You gave him a slight smile. “Hi”

He smiled back. Almost out of relief that you are safe. He had that expression everyday he saw your face. Relief- relief that you were fine, relief that you didn’t do something to yourself.

“Hi baby”

He sounded exhausted. You wanted to talk but you weren’t sure if it was the right time to. He came up to you and sat next to you. “How was your day?” he asks you before stealing a kiss and plopping on the couch.

 “I want to go home” you say out of the blue. You missed beacon hills and you wanted to go back.

 “We are home baby” he says getting a little confused.

 “Home” you repeat. You felt like your situation would get better if you moved back. You wanted a better life. If you were alive, you wanted to live, not get by.  “Beacon Hills”

 “I swore to myself I’ll never go back there (y/n)” he says and hastily walks into your room.  

 You follow him crossing your arms over your chest. “I think I’ll get a better job if I’m there” you justify.

 “We ran away from there (Y/N), There is nothing left for us there”

 “Maybe it’s different now” you run your fingers through your hair. It was frustrating.

 “You chose to come with me (y/n), I’m sorry I can’t give you the life you want” he says in a very annoyed tone.

 “You know I don’t mean it like that” you stop him from what he was doing and put your arms around his torso. His mouth left a heavy sigh.

“You have a house there, No rent, no worries” you say playing with the collar of his shirt, you never realised when your hands travelled there. His hands were around your waist now.

“You really want to go?” he asked and you knew he was breaking. You nod vigorously with the cutest smile in attempts of convincing him.

He broke into a smile and you squeal and kiss him.  

 You were almost done moving back in. You decided to take a break and surprise Stiles, your best friend before you left. You lost complete contact with him after you informed him that you ran away. You were nervous. Theo wanted to accompany you to his house for some reason. You hadn’t seen them in almost 4 years it made you giddy. You felt Theo rub your back.

You see Stiles’ face as soon as he opens the door. “Remember me?” you say stupidly and nervously as he opens the door. “(y/N)” he breathes out.

 He immediately threw his arms around you to embrace you. You felt so overwhelmed you tried to keep your tears in check. You see Lydia and Liam in the living room as you enter. Stiles and Theo only nod their heads at each other. You see them planning for something and you raise an eyebrow. Lydia squeals and jumps on you. Liam and Theo share a weirdly civil exchange.

 Stiles pulls you apart. “You’ve come at a very convenient time, ready to fight?”

 You look at Theo who sighed. You look back at Stiles and smirk. You get to use a gun again. You already felt alive.

 “Always”

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An Empty Glass

Author: sumcp

Characters: Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 3906

Warnings: Underage consumption, hinting at depression, alcohol abuse,  suggestive comments, hinting at sex, dirty talk, Swearing (I think that’s all?)

Song:  Gimme Heartbreak— David Cook

This is for the writing challenge hosted by the very talented Audrey ( @lovefilledtragedy)

Summary: Theo has no one. After everything with his sister, the dread doctors, the beast and getting dragged to hell and resurrected he was utterly alone. He might have helped Scott’s pack with the Ghost Riders but he was not welcome in the inner circle. Theo makes his way to a bar to try and find something and is met with more than he bargained for.

Note: everything is italics are the song lyrics. The lyrics go with Theo and his feelings about the reader.

PS— y/h/t : aka redhead, blond, brunette ext.

I’m high on the neon

Chasing the greens, the blues, the reds

Theo couldn’t feel a thing as he set his empty glass down on the bar with his others. There were 6 shots of empty dreams, also known as José Cuervo, scattered in front of him and he felt none of them. It wasn’t the burn of the alcohol that had him numb, because he had been that way when he walked into the whole in the wall bar on the outskirts of Beacon Hills. 

He ordered shot after shot to escape the numbness, wanting to feel something even if it was a dull ache but of course nothing came. Theo took a look around the dimly lit bar, the only sources of light were neon beer signs and a few hanging chandeliers from the ceiling, which had every other bulb blown. The swirling of cigarette smoke caught the fragments of light just enough to set the room in a fog. He noticed a couple of bikers were playing pool in the corner, but other than him and the bartender, the bar was deserted. Tequila was easier to swallow than confronting his past so he signaled the bartender over for another shot. 

“I think you’ve had enough kid.. I don’t see how your not falling out of your chair.” The old man raised his eyebrows at Theo with a disapproving look on his face.

“I don’t feel anything.” Theo grumbled staring into the bottom of the glass in front of him. He wasn’t lying, but he wasn’t talking about the alcohol either. If he was being perfectly honest with himself, he hasn’t felt anything in a long time.  

“It’s your hangover tomorrow kid.” The bartender, whose name was Sal according to his leather biker vest, sat another shot in front of him and walked away grumbling something about stupid teenagers. He could have focused and heard exactly what the old man muttered but he didn’t care enough. 

Theo picked the shot up and stared at the clear liquid. He wondered what it was like to feel the room spin from intoxication or the headache someone gets when they wake up from having one to many drinks. He put the shot to his lips and the smell of the tequila hit him full force. He wasted no time tipping the shot up so the alcohol could leave a burning trail down his throat.

He sat the glass down again, starting to feel a sad pattern forming. 7 shots. 7 perfectly good shots of 80 proof tequila and he couldn’t feel a damn thing. To quote the famous Albert Einstein, who Sal had to be related to because of his hair, insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Theo let out a deep sigh and stared down at his accumulation of utter despair, he closed his eyes running his hands down his face. 

He heard the ding of the door signaling someone walked into the bar but he didn’t bother to turn around. Theo continued staring at the glasses, thinking about everything that has happened in his life. He’ll never know what it is about alcohol that brings out reflections of one self. He was torn away from his past and brought to the present by Sal putting down a double shot in front of him.

“I didn’t order that?” Theo frowned looking up for an answer to why there was a glass in front of him.

“You’re right, she did.” Sal gestured to his left and he followed his pointer until he locked eyes with a stunning y/h/t.

I keep touching the ceiling

But my feelings, they fall for you, instead

You watched as the bartender set the shot down in front of the handsome man and gestured over to you explaining where it came from. Theo looked up at you and his eyes widened. You raised your glass to him with a smirk which he returned. You watched as his eyes raked over your body shamelessly and it sent a shock wave through you. You knew who he was, and what he’s done but you didn’t care. You were looking to let loose, and what better way to do that than with a bad boy. 

You made your way over to him, and his eyes never left your body. You slid into the bar stool next to him and you sat your black clutch that matched your dress down beside you. He wasn’t concealing anything in his  eyes as they darkened with hunger. His lust engulfed you the moment you sat down, it rolled off of him in waves and came crashing down on you. 

Your death in a black dress

I’m the puppet that’s hanging from your thread

“What’s a girl like you doing in a bar like this?” He mused twirling the alcohol in his shot glass around.

“I could say the same thing about you Raeken, although dark and creepy is you MO so I guess I’m not surprised to find you here.” You clinked your glass to his and he watched you down the double shot in one gulp with wide eyes.

“You know who I am?” He asked skeptically, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Yep.” You stated popping the ‘p’. You gestured to The bartender for two more doubles before turning back to Theo.

“How do you know who I am but I don’t know you? I definitely would have remembered seeing you around school.”  

You turned toward him but found he was already staring at you. Again. The smirk returned to your lips as you spoke, “well let’s just say word gets around in Beacon Hills.” You flashed your eyes at him, no not your normal flirty y/e/c eyes, but your golden ones. Sal sat two more double shots in front of you with a frown and walked away. You opened your purse grabbing the small silver flask you had hidden and poured a tiny bit of its contents into each glass and the one Theo was babysitting in his hand, you slid the second glass over to him with a mischievous smile, “drink up.”

“You’re a werewolf?” He scrunched his face up in confusion, taking a deep breath trying to catch your scent. You just nodded your head and downed the other shot. You coughed slightly as the tequila and wolfsbane burned down your throat, but you welcomed the feeling with open arms. “Why can’t I smell you?”

“I can hide my scent, which you should learn how to do. I could smell you from down the road.” You half joked to him which caused him to laugh.

“So you’re a wolf.. And you know who am.. So I guess you know what I’ve done?” You knew he was referring to helping the dread doctors and almost killing Scott. You nodded your head as you picked up the second glass since he still hadn’t drunk his first one yet. “Why are you not afraid of me?” 

You burst out laughing almost spilling your shot, you had tears forming in the back of your eyes as you braced yourself against the bar trying to regain your composure. He furrowed his eyebrows at you and you sensed his confusion. You downed your third double shot of José which were starting to take effect. “Please Raeken, I have worse nightmares about failing AP Calculus.” He smirked at you as he downed his shot and grimaced. 

"It's from the wolfsbane. The aftertaste I mean." You said barely above a whisper but you knew he heard you.

"Wolfsbane?" He raised an eyebrow at you, and you laughed. Silly boy.

"Yes. You know that's how you actually get drunk, our immune system burns through alcohol too quickly."

"Damn, I wish someone would have told me that." He sighed gesturing to the 7 glasses next to him. You laughed again, and he gave you a playful glare.

"They probably would have if you weren't so busy trying to kill them." You said nonchalantly, you noticed the look on his face and felt bad for bringing it up. "Oh come on, no one died. Well no one permanently died, so I'd call that even." You gestured to Sal for two more doubles which he obliged to, sitting them down in front of Theo. You purposely leaned over him, grazing his arm with your breast as you poured a couple of drops of wolfsbane in the two glasses. His eyes went directly to your copious amount of cleavage while he ran his tongue over his lips.  

"Who are you?" You felt Theo's burning gaze on the side of your face, but you ignored his question reaching for the shot glass. Theo caught your arm before you could pick it up, which caused you to raise your eyebrow at him. "Who are you?" He asked again, not letting your arm go. His skin on yours was enough to send a shockwave through your body, and you clamped your legs together to gain some relief. Theo's hard stare turned into a smirk, and you knew he could smell you. 

You’re the name of my madness

I don’t want to get you out of my head

You gave him a sly smile tugging your arm out of his grip with ease, you grabbed one of the glasses and brought it to your lips. You leaned your head back, tipping the glass so the liquid could flow down your throat. The taste no longer burned going down, and you knew that meant you probably had enough to drink. Theo watched you down your 3rd double shot with pure lust. 

You stood up from the chair, smoothing out your black dress. You looked to Theo and noticed he was raking his eyes over you again. You smiled to him as a new song started to play. "Do you wanna know my name," you held out your hand for him to take, "or do you wanna dance with me?" He took your hand without hesitation, letting you lead him to the middle of the room.

You spun around to press yourself against his back, and you could feel his muscles through his shirt. He pulled you closer to him as the words of the chorus flowed, and his breath fanned over your shoulder. Gimme the heartbreak

Gimme the heartbreak

Bring on the hurt, Put in the work

Baby don’t try to fight it

Wrapped in Theo's embrace with his hands on your hips you felt the part you that's come out to play, to feel the touch of someone and let your body go free. You pressed yourself up against his back as you swayed your hips and you felt his length harden. You heard him take in a sharp breath that would have gone unnoticed by anyone else, but you weren't just anyone. You were a wolf, and right now she was begging to be set free. His had a bruising grip on your hips, but you longed for them to go further. 

Tell me you want me

While you push and you shove me

You’re pulling me close it’s getting out of control

And you know that I like it

The music spun around them but all you could focus on was Theo's hands and where you desperately wanted them. He ground his hips forward and you could feel him even more now, and you were impressed. You let a faint moan fall from your lips as Theo moved his lips over your ear.

"What do you want princess?" His husky voice sent a shiver down your body. You felt the smirk on his lips as they kissed down your neck, and you had to bite back another moan. His hands left your hips as they moved down to the exposed skin on your thighs. The simple touch set your body on fire, and it did nothing for the ache forming in your core. You were no longer intoxicated from the alcohol, you were drunk on him. His lips. His touch. His scent. 

It’s an instant reaction

You’re like the drug inside my vein

Another welcome distraction

One more shot of Novocaine

You were drowning in the lust coming from him. He worked his way back up to your ear, stopping to nibble on your sweet spot on your collarbone. His hands left the inside of your thigh, and you whined at the loss of contact causing him to chuckle. He pulled you even tighter against his body as he whispered again. "Do you wanna get out of here Princess?" You bit your lip nervously, remembering who he was but before you could think about it too much he was trailing more kisses down your neck. 

"Yes." You didn't bother to speak about a whisper, knowing he could hear you perfectly fine. He let his arms fall from behind you, and you turned around pouting at him. You watched as he put his hand in his pocket to adjust himself before he walked to the bar. He put a hundred dollar bill down and grabbed your purse before making his way back to you. He wrapped his arms around you tugging you out the door to a black pickup. 

You’re death in a black dress

I’m the puppet that’s hanging from your string

You’re my favorite madness

No, I don’t want to change a thing.

You didn't get the chance to reach for the door as Theo spun you around so your back was pressed against it. His lips connected to you hungrily, and you moaned into his mouth. His hands made their way to your ass and he squeezed hard lifting you up easily. A squeal of surprise left your lips, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. He was driving you crazy, between his lips and his hands you felt like you were going to explode. 

You broke apart from the kiss to take in oxygen, and looked into his eyes. You noticed the golden color, and flashed yours back to him. "Take me back to your place." It was more of an order than a request, but Theo was quick to comply either way.

Gimme the heartbreak

Gimme the heartbreak

Bring on the hurt, Put in the work

Baby don’t try to fight it

Theo barely closed the door to his apartment before you lunged at him. If he wasn't supernatural you were sure you both would have been on the floor but he caught you with ease. He carried you through his apartment and into a bedroom. You broke apart from the kiss and he let you down next to his bed as he pulled off his shirt dropping it to the floor.  The only light coming from the room was a table lamp in the corner, but you could see every curve of his muscles. You traced your hand down his abs, licking your lips. He connected our lips again and you could feel his hand in your hair, tugging gently. 

His hands de-tangled from your hair as they moved to the back of your dress. He pulled away from the kiss, and you felt his breath on your skin. "You're wearing entirely too much princess." His fingers found the zipper to the dress, and he tugged it down slowly, his thumb grazing the exposed skin on your back. He watched as the dress pooled to your feet, leaving you in a set of black lace lingerie. 

You stepped out of the dress, and closer to him. You grabbed his belt buckle tugging him closer to you. "Now you're the one wearing too much." You leaned up to kiss him again while you undid his belt. Your hands worked on his zipper, slowly pulling the zipper down. You heard a strangled moan leave him as your hand grazed over his covered hard on. You tugged his jeans and boxers down and he kicked them off in a hurry. You didn't have time to admire his length as his hands went back to your ass lifting you again so you could wrap your legs around his waist. 

Your bodies fit together as if they were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm. He carried you toward the bed, letting you fall with a hard bounce on the mattress. You lock eyes for just a moment, before he started kissing from your toes upward, slowly, his hands on your legs, always just a little higher than the kisses. 

Tell me you want me

While you push and you shove me

You’re pulling me close it’s getting out of control

And you know that I like it

He worked his way up your body, every kiss has a raw intensity to it. He stops when he reaches your face, looking into your eyes. The way his was looking at you was enough to make you want to run, it wasn't because it was menacing, it was a look of pure admiration. "You're so beautiful." He whispered grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "Please tell me your name princess." He kissed over your collarbone again and you arched your back, grinding your hips to his.

You didn't want names, you wanted a release. You felt the electricity buzzing through your skin, hormones shutting down your higher brain and the rise of your animal self. You kissed him hard signally you didn't want to talk, and he took that as a sign to continue. He hooked his thumb into the lace of your panties pulling them down your legs throwing them somewhere in the room. He started to move his hands lower, when you stopped him. You used all your strength to shift positions. He was stunned for a moment, but let you stay on top. You reached behind your back unhooking your bra, letting your breasts spill out. You threw the lacy material behind you, as Theo's hands explored your body. He grabbed your hips to switch positions again but you tsked at him.

"You don't get to be in control Theo. You have to be a good boy and not move your hands okay, I'm gonna drive you crazy," you shifted on top of him while purposely grinding against him, "then stop, then do it all over again until you beg me to finish this. Even then, I might not. I'm just gonna do every naughty thing to you until you explode."

Baby don’t try to fight it‘

Cause you know that I like it

You opened your eyes and were met with black spots dotting across your vision. You had pounding headache and the sun coming through the blinds were not helping. You took a moment to gather yourself as the events played in your head. You stretched in the bed, your body aching from his lips, his touch, and every thrust from last night. You noticed he was still asleep, which you were thankful for. You pulled back the covers and stood from the bed. 

You gazed at your body in the mirror, but there was no evidence of Theo on you, even though you could point out ever bruise that should be scattered across your skin. You quickly grabbed your bra from the spot on the floor hooking it behind you before you started your search for your underwear. You searched for five minutes but couldn't remember where he threw it last night. 

Theo made a soft moan from the bed and your head snapped in his direction. He had rolled over pulling the pillow you had been asleep on against his chest. You let out a quick breath, your body relaxing. You finally found your underwear hanging from a knob on Theo's dresser and slipped it in on. You shimmed into the black dress from last night, nearly falling over in the process. You grabbed your heels that you kicked off by the door, and took one last look at Theo sleeping.

He looked so peaceful, so content, the exact opposite of the Theo Raeken you expected. You wanted the bad boy, but obviously he was gone. His time in hell had changed him for the better, but you were still the same person as you had been when you walked into that bar. You hated doing this to him, leaving him without a word, but you couldn't stay. 

The look in his eyes after sex last night was something you never wanted to see, it was joy. He whispered sweet nothing's in your ear, and the whole time his heart beat didn't falter once, and that scared the shit out of you. You opened the door softly making your way out of the room, and away from the boy who you could easily fall for if you gave him a chance.

Theo stirred from the bed, reaching across the covers to pull her toward him but he was met with an empty bed. He opened his eyes immediately scanning the bed for the beautiful y/h/t, but she was nowhere in sight. He focused his hearing, praying she was in the house, but the only sound he heard was his own heart hammering in his chest. He glanced around her room and everything was gone. Her bra. Her underwear. Her dress. Her shoes. It was all gone, every piece of evidence of her presence in his room had vanished, leaving him to wonder if she had been a dream.

He sat in the bed, thinking about last night and felt a pang in his heart. He grabbed the pillow she had fallen asleep on, taking a deep breath. He was met with the sweet scent of vanilla, and it brought him some sanity knowing she had been real but it was short lived when he thought about her now. She was gone, and he didn't even know her name.

He thought back to the bar, and why he was there. He went searching for something, anything to get him to feel again and the world had a funny way of delivering it to him. He hugged the pillow tight drinking in her scent. He mumbled to himself, and the ghost of her presence in the room. "I guess it's true what they say, be careful what you wish for."

Gimme the heartbreak

Gimme the heartbreak

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I'll Show You (Part 8) - Theo Raeken Imagine

A/N: Here’s the last part of the “I’ll Show You” series. Theo isn’t really there that much in this part but it still has a lot to do with both Y/N and Theo. I really hope you guys enjoyed this series and the ending. Thank you for all the love, I really appreciate it. PS. sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc.

[Masterlist]

Note: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 Pairing: Theo x Reader Warning: None, I think. Word count: 1932

2 weeks, it’s been 2 whole weeks since the last time I saw Theo. In fact since any of us saw Theo. When I woke up alone the next morning after our 'fight and makeup’ thingy, I was prepared to avoid him at school and make sure that he knew that I’m not a one night stand kind of girl but Theo had disappeared without a trace. Where he was was a mystery.

The pack and I have searched for him day and night without any luck. His phone is switched off, his house abandoned and his car gone.

According to Stiles, he probably left beacon hills since he had nothing to stay here for. That his businesses here was done so he just took off. but even for Theo I find that hard to believe, it all happened to suddenly and it just doesn’t make any sense.

Theo might not show it but deep down I know he cares. He’s not the same guy he was when he first came with the dread doctors.

Everyday I drive by his house, hoping to see his car in the driveway or any sign of life inside his house but I get disappointed every time. 

Maybe Stiles is right, maybe Theo left on his own after all. Maybe I was wrong, thinking there might be a chance Theo felt what I felt. Maybe it was all in my head.

Parking my car on Scott’s driveway I stepped out of my car and walked to his front door and rang the doorbell. Stiles opened the door then without a word continued to the kitchen, looking at him suspiciously I followed him into the kitchen.

��Y/N is here.” Stiles pointed out and everyone’s attention moved to me. “Hey… Is everything okay? Your text sounded kinda urgent.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. We just have a bunch of books to read and need all the help we can get.” Scott said, he nodded towards the counter where piles of books about the dread doctors was waiting to be read. Picking up one from the pile I said, “Well, we better get started then.”

Barely an hour in on our reading my mind drifted off to other thoughts, being here with my best friends and reading reminded me of that one time before when Theo was here with us, helping us figure out all the dread doctors stuff while we were reading about them. What we didn’t know back then was that he was actually working for them and fooling us.

Putting the book down I broke the silence. “Something doesn’t make sense…”

“What did you find?” Kira asks, thinking I was talking about the book. Shaking my head I continue, “I was thinking that ever since Theo disa-”

“Oh my god, Y/N! Not again. We get it, you miss him or whatever, which I can not understand by the way but can we please drop the whole Theo thing? We have more important stuff to worry about.” Stiles said cutting me off mid-sentence. Everyone around us went quiet while I rolled my eyes. “What I was going to say doesn’t just have to do with Theo so just hear me out, Stiles.”

“What I was trying to say was that ever since Theo disappeared it’s been awfully quiet in Beacon Hills.”

“Which is good, for us, for everybody.” Stiles adds.

“It’s still odd since the Dread Doctors are here and because it’s Beacon Hills. I mean, what the hell happened to the fact that the Dread Doctors were after me? They haven’t even tried to kidnap me.”

“Do I have to point out that, that also is a good thing?” Stiles said bringing a faint smile to my lips. “All I’m trying to say is that half of our problems disappeared when Theo went missing.”

“Maybe he was the problem.” Liam speaks up suddenly, earning all of our attention. The thought that Liam might be right scared me. I lower my head, all kind of thoughts rushing through my mind when I hear Lydia say something. “No. Y/N’s right. It’s been two weeks, the dread doctors would’ve made their moves by now. She’s important to them.”

I turn my head to meet Lydia’s gaze, giving her a thankful smile which she returns. 

“I agree.” Scott said finally. He looked at Stiles and Liam before continuing, “I think we should check out the dread doctors basement for some answers. We’ll go when they’re not there. If they’ve changed plans or have something new going on, we need to know.”

Some of us agreed with Scott immediately while others (Stiles and Liam) agreed after awhile.

We didn’t waste any time and decided to strike the same night. From the outside of the building Scott listened carefully for any kind of noise from the building but it was deathly quiet. The pack split up in two groups, one that would keep guard from the outside while the other went inside, I was in the group that’d go inside. Scott purposely put me in that group because he knew how badly I wanted to go inside and see if there were any answers about Theo or me.

We carefully sneaked inside and made our ways down to the basement. Thankfully there was no sign of the dread doctors. I walked over to a desk where papers were thrown everywhere. I started looking through them, there were reports of different experiments about manipulation, how to control somebody’s body and mind. Just the thought of this being used made me worried.

I turn my head towards Scott’s direction and find him holding some kind of equipment, like a helmet but with needles and other hurtful things. And chains to hold somebody down. The worst part was that there was blood on them.

“If this has been used, it wasn’t on a human.” Scott said worried as he held up the chains. He’s right, chains aren’t necessary for a human, straps’d do.

“What is that?” I ask. Shrugging his shoulders, Scott replies, “I don’t know.”

Everybody in the room exchanges looks, Stiles scratching the back of his head and Lydia pressing her red lips into a thin line. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” A dark voice interrupts us.

Our gaze moves to the darkest place in the room where there weren’t even a shred of light. Slowly a figure steps out, it was one of the dread doctors. Realizing I was dangerously close to him I quickly walked over to Scott where Stiles and Lydia were also standing.

Scott glows his alpha red eyes as he growls at the metal headed figure in front of us.

“Y/N, are you here to thank your savior?” He continues, ignoring everyone else in the room. I look at him confused. “Oh right, you don’t know, do you?”

I shake my head hesitantly, with a short pause he says the words I’m not sure I was ready for. “I’m talking about Theo Raeken. He came here one night, begging us to not hurt you, to leave you alone. He was prepared to do anything just to save you. We really didn’t see that coming since the last time we checked you couldn’t stand Theo while he… well didn’t care about anyone except himself.”

He was right. Just a couple of months ago I couldn’t stand Theo’s guts and now, I’m in love with him. If anyone had told me back then that I’d fall for him, I would’ve laughed so hard. It’s funny how things change.

“W-where’s Theo?” I stammer.

“We made a deal. We’d leave you alone if he came back and worked for us, like the good old times.” The dread doctor takes a step closer to us and Scott growls even louder. “I don’t have time for this. You want to meet Theo? Well, here he is.” 

Two yellow eyes glows from the darkness behind him, the dread doctor disappears to thin air after four words echos in the room, “Take care of this.” The eyes glows stronger as the male figure walks out of the darkness. Theo. He looks at us with his fists clenched tightly and his fangs showing while breathing heavily.

Theo growls loudly at us, opening his fists and bringing his claws out, he was ready to attack.

“Theo! What are you doing? It’s me, Y/N! And Scott an-”

“I don’t know you!” Theo shouts. I shake my head and look at Scott who was standing right next to me. We just got our questions answered. They had used that equipment on Theo, they needed the chains because he’s a chimera and has super strength. And what it does? Manipulates. The dread doctors manipulated him and his memories, they’re controlling his mind.

Theo rushes towards us as Scott is quick to attack him before he gets to us. Scott throws him against the wall but Theo to recovers quickly and rushes towards the alpha again. 

Without thinking I do the most stupid thing ever, which can result in a good way or very bad way. I run past Scott who shouts my name and tells me to stop, but I don’t. I run towards Theo and wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly. I don’t know why I do it but it just feels right.

His body freezes under my touch as he just stands there like a statue.

“Please, just try to remember…” I said faintly.

He did all this, for me. A single tear escapes my eye as I whisper the words I can not hold back anymore.

“I love you.”

Suddenly he moves his arms and carefully wraps them around my waist while I immediately sink into his embrace.

“Y/N?” I lift my head and meet his eyes when I hear him whisper my name. He looks at me with so much love in his eyes, bringing a hopeful smile to my lips. “You know me?”

“You’re the one that makes me human, you’re the one that makes me feel. Of course I know you, princess. They can manipulate me all they want, I’ll still find my way back to you.”

A light chuckle escapes my lips as I cup his face with my small hands, another tear streaming down my face while I appreciate this piece of art and the boy who stole my heart. Theo leans in, our noses touching as I caress his cheek lightly with my thumb. I slowly lean in and connect our lips. We kiss for a long minute, the kiss being slow, passionate and just, perfect.

I break the kiss sooner than he hoped, my hands traveling down to his chest as I begin to lecture him, “I’d take care of it. You didn’t have to do it.”

“Yes I did.” He replies, now he cupping my cheeks.

“The Dread Doctors and all the pain…-”

“It was worth it.” Theo said gazing into my eyes. “Why?” I murmur.

“I’ll show you.”

He kisses me again but more intensely this time, his tongue brushing my lower lip and parting them before entering my mouth. Our lips moving perfectly in-sync. Pulling away slowly, he said, “If there’s anything I can do to keep you safe, I’ll always do it.” While Theo’s lips slightly brushed against mine, he continued, “Because I love you.”

I smiled against his lips then kissed him for what felt like the millionth time.

I never thought I’d fall for Theo Raeken but when I did I fell hard. And so did he.

THE END.

[plus-size-reader]

Something Wrong

Theo Raeken x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2901 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: The reader follows Theo around like a lost little puppy, which rubs Stiles the wrong way

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Stiles didn't like it. 

There was just something strange about the relationship you and Theo shared.

There was never a time that he wasn't dismissive and nasty to you, but you still seemed completely and totally devoted to him.  He had never seen you before, or even heard your name around here, but now that Theo was here, so were you. 

...And it wasn’t just that. 

Stiles was sure that he’d never even seen you without the male right by your side. It was like you didn’t go outside unless he was there to accompany you and in general, it just rubbed him the wrong way. 

It wasn’t natural. 

You should have been able to go wherever you wanted, or do whatever you wanted without his permission, but you just didn’t. You hardly even spoke when you were all together, unless it was to agree with whatever Theo was telling them. 

There was just something wrong, he could feel it in his gut. 

So, Stiles did what he always did, he decided that he was going to make it better. 

He wasn’t entirely sure how yet, or if you would even talk to him, but if something was wrong, he was going to find out. All you had to do was actually speak to him, and everything else would be his problem. 

Though, the speaking to him part was the part you would surely struggle with the most. 

Not only would Stiles have to get you to tell him what was going on, but he would likely have to get you away from Theo to do it which was much easier said than done. By this point, it really did seem like you were attached at the hip. 

There was no way you would just open up to him alone.

Not that Stiles thought that was too much of a problem. He always had a plan and this whole thing was just asking to be taken care of like everything else he did. First thing was first though, he had to talk to Scott. 

If there was anyone out there who could figure out what it was that was between you and Theo without having to actually ask, it was Scott. 

Before he went out and did something stupid or made a problem out of nothing, Stiles needed his best friend to tell him it was okay.

 After all, things with Theo were complicated as they were, and the last thing the pack needed was him making a problem where there didn’t need to be one. 

“Hey, you know what Y/N’s deal is?” he asked, out of nowhere as if it was no big deal. 

It was hardly his usual icebreaker, but thankfully, Scott knew his best friend well enough to know that he didn’t really think in terms of icebreakers and social constructs. Whatever it was he was thinking, it was just going to come out of his mouth. 

Today, he was thinking about you, apparently. 

“Theo’s Y/N? No, I don’t know what her deal is” Scott shrugged, hardly batting an eye at his weird little buddies antics. Eventually, he would get to the point, and asking follow up questions would just prolong the process. 

It was better to just let himself go, similarly to how you would a wind up toy. 

“You don’t think it's weird though? We don’t know anything about either of them, y’know” Stiles continued, clearly Scott didn’t get what he was getting at. 

There was something going on, something more than whatever it was they were supposed to believe. 

After all, the two of you certainly didn’t act like a couple, but you didn’t not act like a couple either. You were clearly hyper aware of whatever it was the other male had going on at all times, but he didn’t pay you any mind unless he wanted something. 

It just didn’t seem healthy.

Granted, Stiles had never really had a serious, long term relationship like the one  you shared, but it wouldn’t have been like that even if he had. 

You just seemed like the kind of person who deserved better, and that was just a general statement. It was no secret that Stiles didn’t like Theo, but this wasn’t that. 

This was something else, and he just couldn’t put a finger on it. 

“I don’t know man, they’re weird, but it's not really any of our business” the true alpha shrugged again, sort of hoping that Stiles would just let this whole thing go. Whatever it was he was getting at, it was coming out of nowhere. 

The last thing any of them needed to be doing was meddling into Theo’s business, not when they needed to be getting rid of him. 

Of all the things they needed to know about him, his relationship to you didn’t even crack the top ten. 

Though, Scott was perfectly aware that trying to get the other male to understand that wasn’t going to do him any good. All he could do was wait for Stiles to do whatever he was going to do, and once he realized it was fine, he would let it go. 

He had to. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right” Stiles decided, momentarily considering the fact that Scott may have had a point. 

This was hardly where he needed to be focusing his energy but that didn’t mean he was just going to let it go. 

He would just have to put it on the backburner for a little while, and if the opportunity arose for him to gather more information, then he would do something about it. 

Until he really understood this whole thing, it would be better that way anyway. 

~

The idea of having Theo over wasn’t exactly ideal, for multiple reasons, but at the very least, it would give Stiles a chance to further sus out what your deal was. 

As much as he understood what Scott was saying, he just couldn’t stop thinking about it. The whole situation was weird, and when he stopped to think about it, he knew that something had to change. 

One thing was for sure, if he didn’t get some clarification soon, he was going to drive himself insane. 

From the second you entered the room, Stiles kept his eyes on the two of you, his gaze only leaving your face to shoot a glance at Scott. He wanted to see if the other male was seeing what he was seeing, that this was weird. 

...but Scott was oblivious. 

Really, whatever it was that was going on between you and Theo, it wasn’t any of their business. Scott truly believed that, and he just wished that his best friend would do the same. 

What he’d said was true. 

They didn’t know anything about you or Theo, really, and making assumptions was hardly the way to fix that. 

If Stiles was so worried about it, all he had to do was get to know you and maybe that would make him feel better. 

After all, it was hard to not just write his suspicion off as a distrust of Theo. It was no secret that he didn’t like the new guy, and if anyone was going to be convinced that he was doing something bad, it was going to be Stiles. 

So, until he had proof, Scott was just going to leave him to his detective work. 

You didn’t say anything at first, sticking close to Theo just as you always did, your arms held tightly behind your back to avoid touching anything. 

You didn’t want to be here, something you had told Theo without hesitation before, but that didn’t mean much. 

Clearly. 

Building relationships with the rest of the pack was important to him, and he needed you to come across as less threatening than he would on his own. In his experience, bringing a pretty girl along made him easier to trust. 

If nothing else, the pack had no reason to hate you. 

Stiles watched you with burning eyes, waiting for something to happen, anything that would warrant the pit in his stomach. 

He didn’t have any proof yet, but he knew it, deep down inside himself, that something was wrong. 

There was something wrong with this guy. 

You stood there for a moment more then, after Theo leaned over to whisper something in your ear, you nodded slightly, moving to take a seat on the couch. 

All in all, it seemed like more than enough to justify the suspicions he was feeling, but no one else seemed to feel that same way. Stiles had a bit of a habit, he was paranoid sometimes, and could really make something out of nothing. 

Maybe the relationship you and Theo shared wasn’t like what they were used to but nothing said you were in danger or anything like that.

It could have easily been anything else. 

“I didn’t realize you were bringing Y/N tonight, Theo” Stiles hummed, a strange tone leaving his lips that didn’t really fit in with the mood of the evening but if nothing else, it opened the door. 

Everything that left his lips in regard to Theo was hostile, but as per usual, the other male didn’t bat an eye. 

Instead, he smiled, that sly sort of knowing smile that he always wore when he knew just what to do. 

It was a confidence you had never had in your life, but that was part of why you stayed with Theo like you did. He always made sure you were taken care of, and you never had to worry about anything when he was around. 

He kept you safe. 

“Her being here isn’t a problem, is it? I mean, we’re sort of a package deal” he smirked, looking at Stiles in a way that could only be described as challenging. He wanted him to say something, here, right in front of everyone. 

He wanted them to know just where he stood, and that you weren’t any of their business. 

“Don’t worry about it, right Stiles?” Scott interjected, before the dark haired male could respond. Having Theo here was probationary, just to see if he knew anything that could help them, and the last thing any of you needed was a pissing contest. 

Tensions were high enough as it was. 

Theo seemed content enough with that, at least for now, when Stiles nodded but you know well enough to know it was hardly over. 

There was just something about them, they were never going to get along, and the last thing you wanted to do was get in the middle of it. 

It was much better to just sit where you were and let Theo handle it. 

Like you let him handle everything. 

A small “good” left Theo as he sat down beside you on the couch. 

It was little more than an acknowledgment of your presence but you didn’t mind it. Tonight would be over soon enough, and you would be able to breathe again. All you had to do was do as you were told, and this whole thing would work out just like it was supposed to. 

The interaction was meant to console Stiles in some way, to assure him that whatever you were doing here wasn’t any of his business, but it didn’t seem to be working. You could practically feel Stiles’ eyes on you,  not even paying attention to what was going on. 

...and, if the tight grip Theo had on your thigh was any indication, he had noticed too. 

Thankfully though, he didn’t say anything and just kept talking to Scott about whatever it was that was going on. You couldn’t have cared too much about whatever the true alpha had to say, because if Theo got what he wanted, he wouldn’t be alive much longer anyway.

You just had to wait this out. 

“I need to get out of here for a bit” 

Your words were little more than a whisper to Theo, who was still sitting ridgid at your side, deep in conversation with Scott and the rest of the pack. You could tell that he wasn’t happy with the idea due to the tension in his jaw, but you didn’t have a choice. 

If you sat here any more under Stiles’ watchful eye, you were going to lose your mind. All you could do was hope that a little fresh air was going to make the anxious fluttering in your stomach go away. 

You didn't want him looking at you anymore. 

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Dating Theo Raeken

~This boy is fueled by rage and all the bad things in his past

~But he puts it all behind him for you because he wants you to know a better side of him

~Lets you drive his truck, even though "no one" is allowed to drive it

~Is very muscular himself, but wouldn't mind a plus sized S.O

~in fact, he likes it because in every instance where he's jagged and rough, you remain soft and sweet

~Definitely loves cuddles, though no one else can know it

~Probably fills you in on his evil plot just so the guilt doesn't eat him alive

~Theo doesn't want to keep secrets from you, even if they don't make him look the best

~IS SO JEALOUS

~If you even look at Stiles Stilinski, no matter the context, you're gonna hear about it later

~One time, Theo found out that you two were lab partners and forbid you from going to class

~That lasted all of three minutes

~Growls into kisses, and pulls your hair (if you're into that)

~Likes to use his supernatural strength to his advantage

~Theo basically carries you everywhere just because he can, and he loves holding you against the wall, or the side of his truck, or any other flat surface he can find

~He likes the way your face lights up as he does it, because you've never experienced that before

~Probably has your name written on the back cover of his notebook, just because

~Would do absolutely anything for you, no matter what he has to do

~You want to be part of his pack, but he refuses because changing you could kill you

~Eventually though, he gives in because he wants you to be his in every way

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Theo’s GF being Bitten and Changing

~You want to be part of Theo's pack so bad, and you don't care what you have to do to get that

~He has Tracy, and Hayden all ready so you don't see what the big deal is

~It takes a few days for you to wear him down but eventually he gives in

~You're both happy and scared at the same time because you don't know what it will feel like, or be like

~There's a lot about become a chimera that you aren't prepared for yet

~Thankfully, you have Theo to make it all better

~The actual process isn't that involved

~The physical bite stings but doesn't hurt all that bad after you've gotten over it

~It wasn't until you actually woke up, a fully changed Chimera that the real trouble started

~You were already Theo's mate as a human but now, he could practically feel his skin burning

~You smelled different, and while you didn't know well enough to understand it, it was effecting your boyfriend

~And he was so much more protective than before, and wouldn't let any other members of his pack near you

~Theo also asked you not to go to school for a few days so he could teach you more about being a chimera, and all that means

~He can practically see your body, all jittery and anxious as the mutation affected your cells

~Theo remembered how jarring the change had been for him and it was common knowledge that it could be worse for females because of the hormone changes

~It doesn't take long for you to notice that you're faster, and stronger, and more capable than you've ever felt

~After that, Theo is practically chasing you around just trying to get you to stop

~You feel powerful, and it's clear that you're glad you made the choice to become the creature you are now

~Theo had his doubts but he feels closer to you now than ever before and it's nice.

~You're his first in command after all, his little beta

[sushis-wild-imagination]

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Theo Raeken x Reader ( Drabbles)

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PS : I haven’t been posting because my exams are starting today and I had some serious shit to cover. I apologise. Hopefully if you like this I’ll post more.

You were awake and whispering sweet nothings to Theo who’s smiling face was inches away from yours. You’d usually spend time in the morning by checking your phone for straight half an hour. It changed since you moved in with Theo. You’d talk about the dreams you had or midnight snack adventures you went on.

“My hair poked me in the eye at least thrice now” he says, rubbing his eye vigorously. You slowly pull his hand away from his face asking him to stop doing that before he hurts himself.

The hair has grown too long. “You need a haircut” you say, examining the eye which was now red.

He groaned which definitely hinted at his laziness to go get one. You suddenly had a brilliant idea.

“Can I cut it?” You ask, so excited that you were ready to get out of bed and do it right away. That speaks for something.

His eyes widen. “No no no” he says repeatedly, subconsciously touching his hair.

“Pretty please?” You pout. The puppy face usually gets to him.

“Even if I cut them weird they’ll grow back in a day!” You justify your request.

He groaned in response which was a yes. You squealed and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Only because you’re cute and I’m too lazy”

—

You were almost done with your masterpiece on his hair.

“Almost done” you say snipping a little more of his hair from the back of his head. He was getting impatient.

“I thought you’d put a soup bowl over my head to cut them” he says and chuckles. He moves while he laughs and it breaks your concentration.

“Sit still Theo, I don’t want to mess it up for you” you say, licking your lips and trying to focus.

“I don’t have anyone to impress other than you” he points out.

“You better not” you say grinning. He looks at you through the mirror, acting shocked. That makes you laugh even more.

You drop the scissors on the dresser and fix the final strands of hair on his head before resting your hands on his shoulder.

“Do you like it?” You ask bending down to rest your head on his shoulder.

“It’s surprisingly good” he says. “I’m never wasting money on haircuts ever again”

You chuckle and kiss his neck and shoulder blades. “I’m glad you liked it” you say softly with a giddy smile.

“This was economic” he says as you brush off the cut hair off his bare back and shoulders. He turns to peck your lips.

“I was actually terrified that you’ll bring a soup bowl to cut my hair”

You laugh.

[sushis-wild-imagination]

Marry Me

THEO RAEKEN X READER 

PS: not sure what it is, It’s short. My exams start next week I want to slip into a coma. 

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Marry Me (Part 2)

“Your breath stinks”

 “Why thank you” Theo says in his very sexy morning voice. It took you a while to get used to that voice but you’ve had a lot of sleepovers in the year.  You promised every night that you’d leave after the sex but you always ended up tangled and tired.

You were supposed to be only friends with benefits. You agreed on ‘no feelings’ but like every other cliché it went downhill. Luckily, for the both of you, so it wasn’t one sided. You still don’t know what it was because you rarely held hands or kissed in front of an audience, when he did you didn’t want it to end. Whatever it was, you liked it and you didn’t want to ruin it. When you were alone he was romantic, you assumed he didn’t want to show people his soft side.

You were again, all cuddled up. It was a Sunday so you were relaxed. “You’ll still kiss me” he says with a cheesy smile on his face. You shake your head blushing. “I might not” you joke. Of course, you were okay with kissing him. “Liar” he calls you out.

 “Do you want my tongue to massage your tongue?” he asks after a pause. You immediately burst out laughing as he props his head down and pulls your face to place a kiss on your lips. You could help but keep thinking about it and giggle as he kisses you. You could feel him smile in the kiss.

 “I can’t believe you said that” you say when you pull back and cover your face with your hands while laughing. “Massage your tongue” you mock and continue to laugh.

 “Marry me” you heard the word slip out of his mouth. You stop laughing and were baffled for a second. “Like a back-up plan if you’re single when you are 40” he covers up.

Then you decided to play along.

“Depends, how will you propose to me?” you ask smirking. He smiles and looks up at the ceiling.

You prop your head up with the help of your elbow. His legs had your foot in a trap so you were in a very comfortable position. Your other hand ended up subconsciously drawing patterns on his chest.

“I did not prepare for that” he says.

“Should have” you say still smirking, you loved putting him on the spot and surprising him with your replies.

“Well, anything you like” he said. “You should know what I like by now”

It was his turn to smirk. “Oh, I do know” and your face was red as a tomato.

“Shut up, Shut up” you say before he says really filthy things. He chuckles.

 “How would you like an outdoor movie screening?” you raise your eyebrow at him. “Go on” as if it interested you.

 “A movie in my car then a little catch up session, we can talk about your dead husband” he jokes.

“Why is he dead?” you laugh. “He disappeared in thin air”

“Did you hurt him?” you act fake shocked. “Maybe” he says and you act even more shocked.

 “Wait, rewind, why are you single when you’re 40?” you ask a little confused.

“Because I’m still an eligible bachelor when I’m 40” he says and you laugh and blush at the same time. “Sure” you say acting like you believe him.

 “Then I can tell you how much I love you and I am the man for you” he says and you were dumbstruck. Did he just tell you he loved you? That’s the first time he has said that. You look up. “What?”

 He takes a breath before saying

“I’m in love with you”