Requested by @iwannabekilledtwice: HOLA! Could you possibly write an imagine where y/n is dating stiles. She has telekinetic powers and theo wants her on his side so he shows her the video of stiles and Malia from eichen house. And y/n causes a scene at school about it but is like scary calm and when she walks out she uses her powers to blow the windows out of Stiles jeep and she’s like a badass about it. It can have a happy or sad ending if you want tho. Please and thanks!
A/N: First of all: thanks for the request, I loved writing this! I hope i got that thing with the Eichenhouse video right and that you’ll like it! (btw requests are open!)
You are lying in your bed, typing an answer to your boyfriend Stiles into your phone, as you hear the noise. A squeaking sound, as if somebody opened a window downstairs. Everybody else would ignore something like that and think it is coincidence but you don’t. You know exactly what’s going on in this town and don’t believe in coincidences anymore. For a moment you consider calling Stiles for help while you blankly stare at the door to your room with a beating heart. Then you decide that it would take them too long and you are pretty capable of defending yourself anyway. So you put your phone aside, get up and creep to your door, determined to overwhelm whoever dared to break into your home.
You push it open carefully and listen hard for another noise which doesn’t occur. Before you walk down the staircase you focus for a moment to gather your concentration. Then you place your hand on the banister and take step by step, constantly scanning your surroundings. Your powers are flowing through your veins like hot blood, at the verge of breaking out and as you hear a noise to your right, they do.
You whirl around, raise your arm and send the mirror from the wall and right at the intruder without even being close to it, feeling hot waves leaving your body through your fingertips. If the intruder had been human, the mirror totally would’ve hit him and send him to the floor. But he jumps aside right in time and the glass shatters on the wall, shards raining down on the tiles. You take a determined step forward, ready to get into one to one combat as you realize that it’s Theo Raeken who you are staring at.
You stop dead and gape at him while he straightens himself back up with a cheeky smile on his lips. Damnit, you definitely should’ve called Stiles. He would’ve punched the sparkle out of his eyes.
“What are you doing here, Theo? I could’ve killed you with that mirror”, you growl at him as soon as you find your voice.
“I know. Let’s thank God that I have those senses”, he retorts with a wink.
You just snort. “Yeah, more like the Dread Doctors and I am definitely not thankful. You’re not welcome here, Theo! So let me put my feelings in words that even you will understand: Fuck off.”
He doesn’t, though. Of course not. The Dread Doctors must have adjusted his brain into crazy mode because instead of leaving the house like a normal person would, his smile grows wider and he doesn’t look intimidated but joyful.
“See, Y/N, that’s exactly why I am here! You are fierce, smart and you have those incredible powers! You have a lot of potential that Scott and the others don’t even want to exploit. But I do. I wanna find out what you are capable of. I need you in my pack.”
That again. You sigh and rub your temples, being so tired of this conversation. He tries to convince you to join his little crusade since the pack found out about his real intentions. Which is no option to you, obviously. You’d rather die than betray your friends.
“No. Still no and forever no!”, you return decidedly. “And you know why? You are a horrible person and I don’t trust you!”
“And you trust Stiles”, he states, nodding far too understanding for your liking.
You squint your eyes at him suspiciously, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Yes. Obviously.”
“Cause he would never lie to you, right?”
Okay, the glimmer in his eyes is too innocent, too calculating. You suddenly feel slightly sick. If he has something about Stiles…but no, it’s not possible. You and Stiles have no secrets from each other.
“What are you hinting at?”, you ask him coldly and part of you is still scared of the answer.
“You know what, I’ll just show you”, Theo decides with the sweetest grin of them all and smoothly pulls out his phone. You are torn between just giving him the cold shoulder, returning to your room and locking him out and actually looking at what he wants to show you. It could be a big mistake. Theo is a trickster, almost as bad as the nogitsune. However, this is about Stiles. The boy you love so freaking much that it drives you crazy, your ultimate weakness. You need to know.
Therefore you step forward as he raises his phone, turns it around and starts the video.
At first you think he’s kidding you and just showing a dark background, then the picture lightens up a bit and you discover that it’s actually a basement. Stiles is sitting there, on a sofa in sweatpants and a blue shirt and next to him is Malia. This already gives you a pang of jealousy. Malia is a difficult topic in your relationship, mainly because you think that she’s far too interested in him which he denies. Both of them are reading through some papers. So this must be back when he spent a night in Eichenhouse, he told you about that. You are already relaxing and about to laugh at Theo as they suddenly turn to each other and start to make out moments later. Yes, she even takes her shirt off.
You feel like you turn into stone if stone would be capable of feeling agonizing heartache. You can’t believe it. And you don’t want to see it, don’t want to see any more of it but can’t look away either. Stiles lied right to your face and while you stare at this phone and watch them locking lips passionately, your whole world starts to crumble.
This would’ve probably gone on forever if Theo hadn’t decided to put it away eventually. He gives you a sympathetic smile that looks absolutely fake. You are too weak and horrified to do anything.
“Just think about who you want to put your trust in, Y/N”, he says and disappears after that.
You stare at some spot on the floor, unable to move for a second. Then you lean against the wall, slide down and sit there, being utterly shocked. You feel betrayed and stupid and angry, all at the same time. You are not really a whiney person but right now you’re really close to crying. You want to scream at him, beg him for answers or never see him ever again. What the hell are you supposed to do now?
You never finish that text and you don’t have contact with Stiles at all until the next day at school but you have made a decision how to handle this. More or less. The anger strengthened overnight and mixed in with desperation, which makes you kinda capricious.
You are busy with stuffing your books into your locker right before lunch break as he approaches you in his usual way. He just wraps his arms around you from behind, turns you around with a big smile and presses his lips on yours, not giving a damn about what your classmates might think. Something that Lydia always finds absolutely adorable. You feel your heart jump as you kiss, a fact that annoys and saddens you a lot. As he pulls away, one hand rests on your arm and you give him a big fake smile.
“Hey babe, what’s up?”, he asks you, not having a clue about what’s about to happen. Well, even better. He’ll discover how it feels to be taken by surprise.
“You know, I had the funniest encounter yesterday!”, you tell him, extra joyful. He must realize that something is off with you because a small frown appears on his forehead while you pull out your phone. “And this guy that I met showed me something which is just hilarious, you have to see it! In fact it’s so hilarious and incredible that it kept me awake the whole night!”
You scroll to the video that Theo sent you on request and this time it is your turn to hold the phone right in front of his face while it’s playing. At first he seems highly confused, then it starts to dim on him and as he finally realizes what he’s seeing, his face turns a very unhealthy shade of grey. He raises his widened eyes and looks at you in shock.
“Y/N, I can explain”, he says.
You laugh. God, what a stereotypical sentence to spill in that situation. “Great, I am really curious for that explanation”, you retort coldly. It scares yourself how deadly calm you are, you actually expected that you’d scream your heart out. “I mean, please tell me why you claimed over and over again that there was never anything between you and Malia. Please tell me why you made out with her although we have already been kinda dating back then. Please tell me why you fucking humiliated me like that.”
He opens his mouth, shuts it and opens it again like a fish on land. It could’ve been hilarious if the situation wasn’t so horrible. Some of your fellow students throw you curious glances but you don’t care. You just earn for something coming out of his mouth that would miraculously erase this problem, which is impossible.
“Y/N, this was the nogitsune time, everything was chaotic and it was a onetime thing, I swear”, he finally says, looking at you desperately and extending his arms to touch you but you take step back and return his gaze with a steely expression.
“How am I supposed to believe you? You freakin lied right into my face! Repeatedly! Made me feel like I was an overreacting idiot! How should I know that you haven’t screwed around with her all the time?”, you hiss at him.
He flinches at the accusation. “I would never do that, I love you. I just…I lied because I knew that you would get jealous and hate her and everything would become more complicated!”
“What a reasonable thought! Because keeping secrets is always the best idea and never backfires at all!”, you snap, voice dripping with sarcasm. “It hurt so much less getting to know about my cheating boyfriend from someone else!”
It seems to slowly hit him that this is not a usual fight. Not a riddle that he can solve but a serious situation. He suddenly looks heartbroken and if you hadn’t yourself, you’d probably felt sympathetic for him. But all you feel while you are looking into those hazel eyes is bitter disappointment.
He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “You are right. I screwed up. Badly. But Malia doesn’t mean anything to me, Y/N, you gotta believe me! Who showed you that?”
You press your lips together, considering not to tell him for a moment. However, you are the honest part in this relationship. “Theo. He wants me in his pack. He thought that would convince me and hell, it definitely had an effect!”
Stiles closes his eyes for a second, pushing out another sigh. “Look, Y/N”, he starts again. “You are absolutely right. I was a stupid asshole and you deserve better. Just please…tell me how to fix this!”
You stare at each other and you wish so hard to have an answer ready. But you haven’t. You are just plainly desperate. “I have no idea, Stiles. I will always look at her and see her touching and kissing you like that. I just…I can’t turn that off.”
“Okay, I get that”, he admits. “But you can’t really blame that on her. She didn’t know about you, we haven’t been exclusive and…”
Wrong. Very wrong thing to say. You stare at him in utter disbelief and your expression makes him shut up.
“Are you kidding me? You are fucking defending her right now?”, you snap. “You know what? You’re right. We haven’t been exclusive. Seems like story repeats itself today.”
You’re at the verge of crying because of heartache and pure anger and you don’t plan for him to see this. You throw your locker shut, whirl around and storm to the front door, just away from him.
“Y/N, wait! Please!”, he calls after you with a hint of panic but you don’t react. You don’t even wanna look at him anymore, much less be close to him. You are so infuriated that your powers flow through your veins without being controlled by you.
As you step outside he screams: “At least tell me what you’re gonna do! Are you gonna turn to Theo now?”
You turn around unwillingly and glare at him. “Unlike you I keep my word, Stiles”, you retort icily.
As you enter the parking lot you are not able to hold back your powers anymore. Your eyes fall onto Stiles’ jeep and the hot anger eats its way to the surface. With one swift movement you make the windows of the car shatter like the mirror a few hours ago. You hear him moan behind of you but you don’t feel any sympathy. At least he knows how it feels when something you love breaks into pieces now.
Alright, so once again I consider writing a part 2 (which happens far too often but well…I’m just not good at writing short stuff ;) ) So if you want that and have suggestions for the plot, feel free to tell me! xo