Hiii to everyone waiting for part 2 of a Tumultuous Saga, I wrote part 1 while I just got back from vacation while I was sick a couple months ago. Now I’m back to work and quite burnt out. I have been writing bits and pieces for it, I hated the first version I wrote for part 2, also I feel like it’s quite jam packed with boring stuff no one wants to read. I swear I’m working on it tho LMAO
summary- Theo is brought back from hell, but only starts an inner hell within you
warnings- angst angst angst
word count-1.3k
a/n- After 2050 day hiatus on this account, I finally caught up with Teen Wolf. I have strong feelings and needed to express them somehow. Binge watching TW the last few weeks has made me become hyper fixated again. Also I have became deeply invested in the lil psycho wolf boi chimera just as much as I was when I first saw him in S5 where I left off 4 years ago. Might turn this into a mini series, right now this is just for my enjoyment and my first time writing in 4 years as well. I’m a bit rusty. As I re watched, I wanted to explore a trope with a Stilinski reader (im the worst alright?). Kinda the typical theme with most imagines for Theo, but I’M A SUCKER FOR IT OK!! I hope you enjoy! Credit to gif owner!
“Hello,” you called out as you stepped into Scott McCall’s house. None of your friends had talked to you all day, making you concerned since as of lately they’ve been extra protective of you. Not leaving you by yourself for longer than necessary since the Ghost Riders have been in town. You heard all the voices from the living room cease when you spoke up.
Scott and Liam shuffled into the entrance of his home. “Y/n? What are you doing?” Scott asked nervously. Liam had the same look on his face as well.
“Yeah Y/n, you shouldn’t be here.” Liam groaned as Scott threw an elbow into his side a little too hard. You looked between the two curiously, almost amused if they weren’t being so weird.
“Why so secretive? First I can’t even go to the bathroom without Hayden or Malia guarding the door, now I’m not allowed to know what’s going on?” You tried to walk further into the house, but Scott grabbed the sides of your arms keeping you secure.
“Or how about Hayden or Malia, can you meet you at your house?” He suggested. You raised an eyebrow, now he was being really strange.
“Or,” you drawled out, “can you tell me what’s going on? I’ve been through everything with you Scott now you’re keeping secrets from me.” Irritation laced through your tone as you ripped your arms out of Scott’s grasp. “Besides my dad’s home tonight from the station and my mom’s home too.” You made a point to take a step into the house more to solidify that you weren’t budging. “Let me at least talk to Hayden.” You walked towards the threshold of the living room.
Before you could get into the room, Hayden appeared in the doorway, “what’s up?” You looked at her, “can you tell me what’s going on?” You asked the younger girl knowing she could usually spill the beans easily with a little persuasion. She started to stammer, “Y/n I would love to but now isn’t a great time.” You had enough.
You charged at her, a groan of annoyance from you. You plowed through her arms, despite her werewolf strength. You ignored the three werewolve’s protests. “I’m sick of the secrets, everyone wants me in their business, but now what’s-” You stopped as you entered the living room.
You couldn’t believe who was sitting on the floor, bloodied and battered. “We tried to warn you.” Hayden said, anxious of your reaction. Theo Raeken back from hell? You glanced at everyone almost dumbfounded. “This is a joke right?” You laughed in disbelief.
“He knows who Stiles is Y/n, no ones happy about it, but we need him right now.” Scott tried to reassure you.
Theo looked remorseful as he stared at you. You fought so hard for him, believing he was good. Ignoring your friends, arguing for hours with them all for him. He killed your best friend, poisoned and lied to your father, and he had you fooled that he cared about you. He looked like he had seen better days, good he deserves it, one side of you said. The other side of you thought how handsome he still was, with his hair longer and his enticing blue eyes. You had been in denial, that the other side of you was hoping he was brainwashed from the Dread Doctors, and if he had a choice he wouldn’t have done what he had. You knew you couldn’t believe that either, but the look on your face mirrored Theos for a second before it was replaced with anger.
“We could’ve figured out who Stiles is without him!” You roared. Though you were only human, your emotion frightened all the pack. You were always calm and thoughtful, the mom friend of the pack. Caring, compassionate, and giving everyone the benefit of the doubt despite what you went through. Which is why you think Theo used you thinking you were just naive. You were angry and scornful, at him and regretfully yourself. You didn’t want to deal with your morality on top of the Ghost Riders.
“Unfortunately, y/n darling, you do.” Theo adjusted himself, wincing in pain. The way he looked physically, was how you felt for most the past few months emotionally.
“Don’t call me that!” “Don’t call her that!” Your voice echoed with Scott’s, Liam’s, and Malia’s. The wounded male held his hands up in defense. “Tough crowd, I get it. It’s obvious you don't remember who Stiles is to you, Y/n. I don’t think anybody realizes, and that is why you need me.” He had a smug tone as he stood up slowly. Of course he did, once again he knew something nobody else knew. That’s always how he had the upper hand.
You rolled your eyes, “can you get to your point, Raeken?” Theo quickly erased the smugness off his face. He now had a worried look on his face, and he glanced over to Scott almost as if he wanted the alpha to save him from this conversation. Did Scott know something too?
“I don’t think it’s a good time, Y/n.” Your heart wrenched at Theo’s voice. It was soft and was the tone he had used with you before you knew of his deceitfulness. The one he reserved for you when you two were alone. Late nights when he would sneak in your bedroom when your dad was stuck at the station, and your mom was fast asleep. You two would giggle about stupid things, as if nothing was wrong and your life wasn’t in danger. Or Scott had Theo and you research so you’d spend hours sitting in his truck, rereading the Dread Doctors looking for hints. When you’d yawn from the boring novel, he’d then drive to the drive thru and buy you a late night snack just as an excuse to prolong his time with you. You now knew it was all for you to be fooled since you were one of the most easy going of the pack. He had to play you the most. At least that was the conclusion you came up with, during the last three months of trying to heal.
“Well,” your voice cracked, everything was getting the best of you at this point. “I don’t think any time will be a good time. I don’t want any interaction with you, Theo. When you're ready to tell, tell Scott.” You sniffed trying your best to keep your composure. Theo went to walk towards you, but Malia pushed him back back snarling. Everyone knew the history between you two, when you were kids, when he came back (much to their displeasure that you had to be attached to the psychopathic werewolf), and now another chapter to the Y/n Stilinski and Theo Raeken tumultuous saga. Everyone watched you with sad weary eyes as you stormed out the front door, and got into your car.
Theo was a bad guy, and as selfish as he was— in his own messed up way, deep down in his cold heart; there was a soft spot just for you. He always deep down coincidentally kept you out his shenanigans. Even though often you’d walk blindly into the chaos, typical Stilinski fashion. Then, he’d dig himself more of a hole with the lies whether it was to protect you or his ulterior motive.
He could smell your chemo signals from outside Scott’s house and hear you crying. He was going to do what it takes to keep himself above ground, and for forgiveness. He didn’t care if it wasn’t from the rest of the pack, he only cared if it was forgiveness from you.
• Sharing a locker bc it's way more convenient for you both bc you two are always by each other's sides
• "which Chapstick?"
• "vanilla bc the medicated makes me want to gag when I kiss you."
• Her easily becoming frustrated with little things, so you will come up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist; pressing small kisses to her shoulder.
• Malia sneaking into your at the middle of the night bc she can't sleep w out you
• being the little spoon when you cuddle
• when you do homework, and she becomes bored she'll straddle you randomly and start kissing down your neck.
• you giving up bc fr who could resist Malia?
• "what could missing one homework assignment hurt?"
• Her becoming secretly jealous when Lydia compliments anything about you
• So Malia will come over and kiss you to remind Lydia who's dating who
• back rubs and tickling each other backs when you go to bed
• Malia scowling bc you always drag her around making her try new things w you
• but her realizing how happy you are just bc she's there w you
•then laughing watching you cringe and make cute little disgusted noises as you don't like the new kind of food you ordered
• no shame in your PDA game
• during full moons when you have to chain her up she'll always make a suggestive comment to you.
• Anyone in the room when said comment was made feeling uncomfortable
• Mainly Stiles or Liam
• teasing each other in the girl's locker room after all the girls leave from PE
• making out in the back of Stiles' jeep to his dismay
• Hand holding. Like: all. The. Time.
• her telling you stories of when she was a coyote that'd she find amusing so you just smile along bc she's opening up to you
• sweet nose kisses • you two doing outdoorsy things
• "I, think I love you?"
• "Oh? Well if it makes you feel better I think I love you too?"
• "Glad we got that established."
[Malia has me always feeling some type of way so I could go on and on w hers.]
