hi! so, random question but fo you think theo would br the kind to talk in his sleep? (don't know if you already have a prompt or headcanon with it planned but... thoughts?) 👀🌜
SJKBFSKJBD- i'm writing a wolverine fic rn, but this is OBVIOUSLY much more important <3
theo talking in his sleep
pairings — theo raeken x fem!reader
summary — how it would be to be in a relationship with theo and him sleep-talking!
word count — 224 words.
warnings — mentions of theo’s past and the pack, soft!theo and reader literally having heart eyes for him, mentions of theo have nightmares, ptsd, bad sleep issues, sleep-talking, a lot of mental health issues and self-hatred/loathing, use of pet-names [princess].
notes — no, because the way i literally just stopped my plans to finish my logan fic just so that i could write this really quick. also, i decided to add the reader being with him and in a relationship with him. i hope that’s okay and i THINK that’s what you meant. i also decided to turn this into a drabble, instead of a head-canon. gif and divider creds to owner!
p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3
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OKAY, SO THIS ONE… LITERALLY has me awing right now.
anyways, i feel like he’d either have nightmares from his past — i mean, c’mon, he has ptsd, you can’t tell me otherwise — or trouble sleeping because it.
but, let me tell you, when this man does actually sleep, he sleep-talks. alot.
and it’s usually about how many people he had potentially hurt.
i mean, this man did redeem himself — mostly this was proven when he’d always helped the pack and sacrificed himself for them, plenty of times, and also from finally graduating high school.
but, he still struggles with his image on himself and his mental health.
when it’s his bad sleep-talking — where he’s just suffering in his sleep, [y/n] makes sure to wake up immediately and comfort him.
he’ll lean over and just lay his head on her chest, until he’s completely calmed down.
but, when it’s just him muttering random things in his sleep, his girlfriend can’t help but always giggle at how adorable he is.
he usually wakes up by this point. and when he does, he tries to pretend he was doing no such thing.
“princess, i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he’ll shrug and refuse to look her in the eye.
and [y/n]? well, let’s just say she never lets him live it down.
Summary: You’re Scott’s sister and Liam’s girlfriend. Things seem to be going well between you and Liam until Hayden shows up and seems to take away a lot of your boyfriend’s attention.
A/N: I’m so sorry that this took so long. I️ haven’t been super inspired lately and also college is a thing that exists unfortunately. I’m not entirely sure how I️ feel about how this turned out, but I️ really hope you like it.
Liam Dunbar made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He was an amazing boyfriend, and things were great between you two.
That was until Hayden came into the picture. You trusted Liam and knew he would never cheat on you, but there was no denying that he and Hayden had bonded pretty much instantly, and the two of them started spending more and more time together.
You were totally fine with it. At least, that was what you kept telling yourself and everyone else.
Liam had been completely oblivious to your jealousy. Part of you couldn't blame him, since you were in denial yourself. So, the first person to notice was your brother, Scott.
“Are things okay between you and Liam?” he asked you in a soft tone, brows furrowed in concern.
You nodded tightly.
“Of course, things are great! Why wouldn’t they be?” you dismissed.
“You seemed really upset when he said he was hanging out with Hayden,” he pointed out.
You took a deep breath, extra careful too maintain your composure.
“Me? Upset? Why would I️ be upset?” you asked, feigning obliviousness.
Scott’s concerned expression didn’t disappear. In fact, it only intensified.
“Scott, I’m fine, really. Look, I️ have like a ton of work to do and really don’t want to talk about this right now,” you dismissed.
It was clear as day that your brother was unconvinced. Still, he simply nodded and backed off.
As much as you tried to keep convincing yourself that everything was fine, it grew far more difficult as Hayden grew more and more intrusive. It seemed like she was constantly calling or texting Liam, even late at night.
As a result, the two of you hadn’t been spending nearly as much time together, despite it not being too long ago that you were inseparable.
Eventually, the two of you finally got some alone time and you were ecstatic to have Liam all to yourself once again. You felt his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer as you pressed your lips against his. That was when you two were abruptly interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. It was Hayden. Of course.
“Is it okay if I️ take this?” he asked.
At his words, you put on the biggest fake smile you could muster.
“Of course,” you said.
“Thanks, you’re the best,” he replied.
You nodded, swallowing tightly.
“Uh huh. I’m actually kinda tired and I️ think I️’m gonna head home anyway,” you said before making a swift exit. Part of you wanted him to go after you. He didn’t.
It wasn’t until the next Pack meeting that you'd officially had enough. You thought you were fine -- that you’d be able to keep yourself together. That was when Liam’s stupid phone rang.
“That’s probably your girlfriend calling,” you grumbled. It was quiet, but more than loud enough for the werewolves present to hear you loud and clear.
Liam looked at you, confused.
“What? You’re right here,” he said, puzzled.
You sighed.
“No, not me. Your other girlfriend. Or at least the girl you wish was your girlfriend!” you snapped.
He shook his head.
“[Y/N]...what are you talking about?” he asked, concerned.
“Admit it, Liam: you’d rather be with Hayden than me!” you exclaimed as everyone else watched you uncomfortably.
“No, that’s not true,” he argued.
You rose to your feet, having had enough.
“Whatever. Don’t wanna keep her waiting,” you bit before storming outside.
When you were alone, you took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. It wasn’t like you to make a scene like that, but you were just so mad.
Suddenly, you jumped, feeling a hand touching your shoulder. You whirled around to see Liam.
“What? Hayden didn’t want to talk after all?” you asked sarcastically.
Liam sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Okay, I️ got the hint. I’m terrible boyfriend,” he said. “Now can we please just talk about this?”
You shrugged.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you lied.
“Yes, there is. Why didn’t you tell me that me spending time with Hayden bothered you?” he asked sincerely.
You sighed.
“Because I’m your girlfriend. Of course you spending literally all of your time with another girl would bother me. I️ shouldn’t’ve had to say anything,” you asserted.
Liam nodded, his expression ridden with guilt.
“You’re right. And I’m sorry. I️ never meant to hurt you. I️ promise Hayden is just a friend. I️ love you, [Y/N],” he said.
“I️ love you, too,” you replied sheepishly.
Gently, he took your hand in his, stroking it with his thumb.
“You guys remember fifth grade and how Y/N had a crush on...” Stiles began but was quickly interrupted by a pillow to the face.
He looked to Y/N who was sitting across the living room, one less pillow piled next to her and trying not to fall over form laughing at him.
“That was rude Y/N.”
She simply shrugged, “And you promised to never talk about that. We pinky promised.”
Scott rolled his eyes at his best friends, wondering to himself when the two were going to admit their feeling to themselves. But he wasn’t going to hold his breath. Scott had been watching the two of them pine after the other one since the sixth grade and do nothing about it. So now Scott was stuck in the middle with two secrets that weren’t his, watching how they would hurt when the other one would get into a relationship.
“You wanna know what I want to talk about,” Scott began. Stiles and Y/N looked to their friend, waiting for him to continue. “I want to talk about the crush y’all have had on each other for years.”
Stiles and Y/N looked at each other quickly, the same look of shock across their features. Neither one said anything for a moment, but as a small smile broke out across Stiles’ face Scott know it was the push that they needed.
İt was a part of seduction after all, you had to have a grasp on the general mood to plan the time to bat your eyelashes and sway your hips.
He would walk into the room look around and immedeatly know what to say, what to do, who to stroke and who to slap.
So imagine the painfull sizzling in his heart when he walked into your room and realized that you -his sweet, short-lifed taste of a life he'll never have- are so, very hopelessly in love with him. Your blood-shot eyes are from crying over his unmatched beatuy, you're so pale because of the lack of attention you've been recieving from him and your choked sobs are just another way to tell him that you need him.
But you see my dear, Asmo is also a gentle and caring man -very humbel too-. He could never love you! İ mean you're a human, a whimpy, little mortal that'll eventually turns into dust ( the image sets an unwelcome and cold fire to his heart) and he's basically lust personified he'd end up breaking both of your hearts. But he knows how leathly fragile you humans can be so he waits and waits and eases the rejection into your system as gently as he can all the while his brothers grow more and more jealous (their concerned, watery eyes and lingrring graspibg hands) of your attachment to him.
So he decides to cut the string, no more beating around the bush.
He sits you down in his glorious bath and takes both of your hands in his - when did they grow so cold and pale?- "My dear-" he starts but a tempset of painfull coughs cut him off -stop trying ton prolong the inevitable love we cannot be together- when your done he lets out a annoyed little sigh and rubs circles into your left hand. "-i've noticed that you've finnaly given into my charms and i know this'll break your heart into tiny little pieces i just don't like you that way!"
His voice is indiffrent and slightly flity as always and you resist the urge to laugh your face off. The attitude of this fool.
Noticing your scrunched features he decides to intervene.
"Oh love, i know it's hard bu-"
"Asmo i don't like you."
"Wha-What but the symptoms!"
He cries, hair in dissary and eyes watery.
You sahke with an empty, broken, hopeless laugh.
"Those are the symptoms of sickness you narsscitic dumbass."
TW imagine the reader is Scott sister and she dating Theo when he comes to town and Stiles doesn't like it and Brett watches them and Theo gets her pregnant when she doesn't want to be right about what Stiles says and stuff like that and the reader feels hurt and betrayed by Theo and Brett there to comfort her and after finding out she's pregnant.
“What is it?” Scott asked when he saw you sitting on the chair, distant.
“Stiles was right, I shouldn’t have trust him” you admitted.
“Trusted who?”.
“Theo. Scott, I’m pregnant” you informed him.
“Hey Y/n, I got us- what?” Brett was excited and brought some chips with him until he heard the news.
“It’s fine, Brett” you assured him.
“No, it’s not. I’m going to kill that bastard!” He threatened.
“Don’t do anything stupid. He’s stronger than you” you reminded.
“But I’m stronger than him. I’ll deal with him. You should stay with Y/n” Scott left to confront Theo.
“Can I get you anything?” Brett asked.
“You already did… the chips”.
“Yeah, right. I forgot” he chuckled.
“Thanks”.
“Hey, come here. Everything is going to be fine” he sat next to you and hugged you.
Stiles Stilinski x Reader [PROMPT #19: “on a scale of one to ten, how much do you think they’re going to kill me?” “like a solid 9.5 for sure.”]
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Prompt(s): #19: “on a scale of one to ten, how much do you think they’re going to kill me?” “like a solid 9.5 for sure.”
Mood/Emotion: amused
Requested By: @lusyschwa
Stiles was pacing around his room, while you were on his bed staring at your friend going through an internal panic. You rolled your eyes- Stiles did have an overactive imagination and today it was in full force.
“Stiles! Stiles!” you call out to him.
He stopped moving and turned to face you, his eyes still wide.
“What?” he asked, not meaning to snap.
“Stiles, you need to stop pacing and tell me what’s going on,” you laugh, “Ever since I walked in, you’ve been running a marathon on the spot- and you still haven’t told me why.”
He sat down next to you, but wouldn’t look you in the eyes.
“I... I may have done something terrible.”
“May have?”
“I... I crashed Roscoe.”
“Your jeep?!”
Stiles cringed.
“My dad...” Stiles murmured, “On a scale of one to ten, how much do you think they’re going to kill me?”
“Like a solid 9.5 for sure,” you smirked, amused.
He groaned again.
“I’m kidding, Stiles. How bad is the damage? It still works, right?” you ask, reaching out to touch his face and make him look at you.
“Yeah.. I think so...”
Stiles can barely talk, his heart is racing. His eyes connected with yours and he suddenly feels like a mess. The contact of your hand to his face was causing him to blush heavily.
“Then, everything will work out fine. It always does for us,” you smile.
He only nods, fearing if he speaks he’ll say something stupid.
Stiles drove up the path to the newly rebuilt Hale house, gravel crunching under his Jeep’s tires. Throwing the Jeep into park, he folded his forearms on the steering wheel, chin resting on his wrists as he took in the sight of the house with a deep sigh. It had taken a long time for them - Derek, him, the pack - get to the point where they felt comfortable to put down roots again.
They had been closer to omegas than pack at times when chasing down Monroe and her followers. Scott had hunted down Monroe, and with the help of Chris Argent, had her held accountable for her crimes against the supernatural. Mr. Whittemore, after Jackson had emotionally twisted his arm, had her persecuted in the court of human law, deeming her mentally incapable, dooming her to a lifetime in Eichen House. The final pound of the judge’s gavel had reverberated through the entire pack as they sat in the pews, Monroe’s shrieks of monsters as she was dragged away reverberating in their ears. Her followers had scattered to the four winds after the trial, willing to stay far away from the McCall pack and Beacon Hills.
And now the pack was rebuilding, metaphorically and literally. Liam, Mason, Corey, and Alec had started the school year Beacon Hills High, Scott had gone to UCLA to get his veterinarian degree, Lydia had headed to MIT as a Senior having taken online courses while they were on the run, Malia went to France to meet up with Isaac, Jackson & Ethan went back to London to offer the Omega pack there a place within the McCall pack, Stiles had managed to convince the FBI to transfer him to the California office, and Derek….. Derek had returned home to Beacon Hills to reclaim and rebuild on the Hale territory. Speak of the werewolf and he shall appear, Stiles thought, as Derek rounded the house with a wheelbarrow of plants and bags of mulch.
Dropping the wheelbarrow, Derek wiped his hands off as his eyes narrowed at the Jeep. “Are you going to sit there all day or are you going to help me plant these?”
“Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on, Sourwolf,” Stiles groused as he stepped out of the Jeep. Walking over to Derek, he nodded to the wheelbarrow. “Want to tell me, big guy, why we are planting wolfsbane at the house of a werewolf?”
Derek shoved a spade at Stiles’ chest. “Start digging.”
“Communication and social pleasantries are a thing you know.”
A dark eyebrow arched higher. “Start digging or I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth, please.”
“See much better. I would lose the whole tearing people’s throats out with your teeth thing.” When Derek only glared at him with his arms akimbo, Stiles raised his hands in surrender, dropping to his knees by the ground where the flower bed would go. “Fine, Fine. I’m digging. See, shovel going into the dirt. Flower going into the hole, dirt over the roots.”
Derek sighed to himself, pleased. He settled in the dirt next to Stiles and started to plant his own flowers as well.
A/N: I haven’t posted any imagines for awhile so I decided to put something together. Here’s a little something I wrote. It’s short I know, but I really hope you guys still enjoy it! Sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes!
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Pairing: Theo x Reader
Warning: None. Just kissing.
Word count: 804
It was a warm spring day and you were at school sitting by the window on the windowsill with your legs stretched, resting on the hard marble, reading your book. The hallway was filled with students wandering back and forth, among them were your friends and your beloved boyfriend, Theo Raeken.
Theo saw you from the distance and his lips instantly shaped into a smirk as he made his way to you.
“Shouldn’t you be in class, babygirl?” He asked, giving you a light kiss on the cheek. “I have a free period.” You mumbled with a small smile while your attention remained on the book.
“I see you brought your book with you.” Theo chuckled lightly.
Let’s just say that when you found a good book that you’re really into, all you do is read day and night till it’s finished. And sometimes forget about the real world around you.
“I’m almost done with this one. Besides I’m done with all the assignments so I don’t really have anything else to do during my free period.”
“Babygirl, you can always do me.” Theo said with his signature smirk planted on his lips, this time getting your full attention. “Oh my god, Theo!” You slapped his arm playfully and he started to laugh. “Someone could hear you, you know.” You continued while looking around to make sure no one did.
“So? Since when do we care about that?”
Without replying you just rolled your eyes and went back to your reading.
But Theo wasn’t having it, he teasingly pulled your legs down from the windowsill, letting them dangle from the edge. Your were quick to tighten the grip around the book so it wouldn’t fall down.
“Hey! Cut it out.” You mumbled, feeling slightly amused but still not wanting to be bothered.
You felt his hands move to your thighs as he used them to spread your legs, giving him space so he could stand in between them.
Ignoring your boyfriend and his hopeless attempts of trying to get your attention or whatever he was trying to achieve, you flipped through a few pages to find the one you were on.
Theo let out a loud sigh, he moved his hands up your thigh and stopped at your lower back before he pulled your body closer to his. “Come on, baby. What does a guy have to do to get a kiss from his babygirl?”
You giggled at his words and looked up to meet his gaze. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before lowering your head and going back to your book.
“Wait, really? That’s it? Wow, okay…” He started again.
Biting your lower lip you closed the book then put it down right next to you. You placed your hands on his perfectly toned chest as you two gazed into each others eyes. Theo licked his lips as his gaze wandered down to your rosy ones.
Parting your lips you pressed them onto his and he kissed you back in an instant. Your tongues met and started to move perfectly in-sync, the kiss was slow, passionate and filled with love. As you kissed you moved your hands up, holding the back of his neck with your small hands and playing with his locks whenever you felt like it. While Theo leaned forward causing you to lean back and his hands caressed your waist. He pulled your body even closer to his, but getting closer than you two already were was impossible.
You two broke the kiss for barely a sec whenever either of you hit the lack of air, gently pulling away, breathing, then diving right back in.
Since your eyes were closed you had no idea what was going on around you, you peeked through a lash, notching how every student that walked past you two, would give you an awkward stare. But you didn’t really care about that. In fact you didn’t care at all.
After making out for what felt like a very long time but still not enough, you gently pulled away from the kiss and met your boyfriends gaze. “Babygirl we weren’t done.” He murmured with that smirk back on his lips.
“Let’s continue later babe. You don’t want to be late for class.” You replied, smiling sweetly.
While one hand remained on your waist he brought his other hand to the back of your head, his fingers tangled to your hair and his eyes gazing into yours. A small smile spread across his lips and he gently pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you, babygirl…” He murmured.
“I love you too.“ You smiled ear to ear, you could never get tired of those words.
Theo Raeken is your world and your happiness. And you can not imagine a life without him.
