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sassysweetstories · 5 years

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where i belong

Request: “TW imagine the reader is Scott sister who is a wolf and a painter which helps her cope and vent and stuff and she wants her art work to haunt them and the reader has feelings for Theo which some how the pack found out about and stuff and the reader is misunderstood just as Theo is and understands him better then the pack and she's scared to death about losing him and Theo is the readers first love and stuff like that and the reader only wants her happiness w/ Theo and not be controlled so much by the others and things like that And one of the things is she doesnt ever regret loving Theo bcuz he was there for her when the pack tuned her out and stuff like that.”

Ship: Theo Raekan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, yelling, fluff, cussing, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners.

Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317@bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19@violence-and-velvet@lachicadelamanzana @teenwolfbitches2

Your P.O.V

The blood red paint dripped down the canvas. Not as thick as the liquid that ran under my own skin. I let it fall carelessly before tugging it back up towards the sky. Dark, thick black and grey clouds cascade on the backdrop, giving the audience an ominous feeling. At least that’s what I was going for. Whomever sees this painting; man, woman or child, could perceive the image entirely antithetically. To everyone else, it could seem malicious or even too dark for the normal eye. But for me, it was an escape from the nightmares that plagued my own head.

I’m so intertwined in my own world I almost don’t even notice the packs presence till one of them nudges my shoulder, half scarring me to death. “Jeez, (Y/n). That’s a little dark, don’t ya think?” Liam looks down at the painting with fright and disgust. It takes everything in me to not smack him outright. Scott doesn’t come to my aid, choosing to not say anything at all. Even though I shouldn’t, I still hope my older brother can support me on something, especially my painting abilities. Malia tears into it, without mercy.

“Why do you always draw things that are dark? It’s not like anyone died. I mean, jeez. It’s so depressing.” She shrugs, as if what she’s saying is the gospel truth and should enlighten me.

I sit up, back as sharp as a blade. I will not cave in and beg for validation. I won’t get on my knees for these people. Suddenly a new body makes its way into the art room and I wish he hadn’t. Theo Raekan looks at the group before his eyes fall on me. Stiles glares at him, clearly frustrated with his only thirty-second presence. He ignores him, more focused on me and the painting than the hungry eyes that want to tear us both apart. That seems to be another thing I have in common with the young boy.

He pulls up a chair and slides it next to mine, knee grazing my thigh and I glance down to hide the blush that’s made its way onto my cheeks. I don’t want to hear what he has to say. I don’t think I could bare the negative feedback. It pains me enough to listen to the people I thought once to be my friends. I could never hear it from him. Not from the boy I’ve fall hopelessly for. I close my eyes, awaiting for him to rip me apart the same way the others do. But when he opens his mouth, I hear something very different.

“It’s beautiful.”

His voice is so soft and gentle, I almost don’t recognize the tone to belong to him. The others gawk outright but he presses on, almost pouring salt into a wound all of them seem to bare.

“This painting is absolutely exquisite, (Y/n). Let me take a guess. These two are lovers-” Pointing to the grey people, outlined with red and yellow hues to show fire across their bodies. “But they’re being torn apart due to other people. They want to be together but they’re forced apart and broken down themselves until they’re no more.”

This time it is my turn to outright gawk at the young boy. And to think I couldn’t fall more in love with him. He understood the message I was trying to send. So much so, that I believed that at some point in his life, he felt it too. He smiles down at me, glancing back at the painting.

“I didn’t know you could paint so well.” I blush and can’t seem to hide it no matter how hard I try. He compliments me effortlessly despite the group of people glaring down at him with distaste. “I mean it. You’re smart, funny, gorgeous and a phenomenal artist. I would love for you to come by and paint something for me actually. Would you be interested? I promise I’ll pay.”

But before I could say anything, I’m forced out of my seat and pulled away. “Absolutely not.” Stiles says, completely fed up with Theo even though he’s done no harm. I rip his hand off my arm and push him away. “Get away from me.” Growling lowly before grabbing the painting and Theo’s hand. Though my heart beats a million miles a minute, I stop outside of the art entrance and hand him my number.

“Call me when you want me to come over. F-For the painting, I mean.”

He smiles and I try not to swoon.

“Of course, honey. How about tonight at seven? I’ll order your favorite pizza as thank you. I’ll be giving you money for the painting as well and you can’t say no.”

His joking authority sends chills across my skin and I nod, bidding him farewell. The next few nights I spend them with Theo, eating food and painting a description he showed me the first night I came over. As time passes, I notice things change between us. Slowly but surely, Theo opens up to me, and I to him. We have created a level of trust and respect for one another. So much so, that he chooses to sit with me most days at lunch, even walking me to class when his are on the opposite side of the school. I know I shouldn’t over think it, but I can’t help myself. Wishful thinking and all that.

I shove my books back into my locker, replacing them with new ones. But just when I do, a large hand shoves the door to a close. The pack glares down at me and suddenly I feel very small. “W-What?” Stiles is quick to provide an answer, as always.

“You can’t be around Theo. We don’t trust him. You need to end your little childish crush and stop before you get yourself hurt.”

Malia and Liam back him up, firing the final blow. “You’re so naive to think he’d want to be with you. He’s using you, (Y/n).”

The claim is outlandish and disgusting; plain and simple. Though this situation is nothing of the sorts. I look at the people who stand before me. A few days ago, I was looking but not seeing. And suddenly the world seemed oh so very clear. Without thinking, I laugh so hard I have to put my hands on my knees to keep myself afloat. They look at me with confused eyes as I collect myself before speaking with confidence.

“Theo is the only person who has ever given a damn about me. Don’t you dare stand in front of me and lie to my face. You are all selfish, bastards. He’s the only person who has ever cared for me, asked me how my day was, basic things and went farther than all of you combined. You’re all worthless and I choose him over any of you, any day.”

I don’t let them speak and walk to Theo’s side. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, smirking. “Damn, babe. That was brutal.”

I couldn’t help but smile, wickedly. “Well, I only treated them the way they treated me. I deserve better.” He nods in agreement and approval. “That’s my girl.” Theo peppers my cheeks and forehead kisses, fawning over one another. This was where I belonged.

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