Bad At Love: A Theo Raeken Imagine
Request from Anon: Hey i wanted to request an imagine for the song ‘bad at love ’ :)
So as you can probably guess from the gif, this is going to be a little angsty (I mean, look at his face, doesn’t he just melt your heart?) I’m also listening to You’ve Made Your Bed by You Me At Six, which I completely forgot how much I loved, so it’s probably adding to the angst. Anyway, I hope this is okay for you, enjoy x
Got a boy back home in Michigan
And it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s calling me a bitch again
To say that Y/N wasn’t great at relationships was perhaps an understatement. That was until she met Theo. Being with him made her think that maybe, just maybe, she’d finally got it right. She’d finally met someone who understood her, who knew what she wanted and how to give it to her.
She’d finally met her equal. The missing part of her soul. Perhaps, if she let herself dream for long enough, the guy she would spend the rest of her life with.
But ghosts of the past were never far from her mind. The first to appear was that guy from Michigan. He showed up in Beacon Hills about six months after she started dating Theo, claiming that he’d made a mistake and that he wanted her back. He was sorry for what he’d called her; he loved her.
That was the first time Y/N learned that jealousy was not Theo Raeken’s forte, however much his possessiveness attracted her to him.
There’s a guy that lives in a garden state
And he told me that we make it 'til we graduate
So I told him the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Defend my honor.”
“Of course I did, I’m your boyfriend. It’s my job,” Theo kissed the top of her head, making sure to inhale the scent that drove him crazy. He could understand why that guy had shown up, I mean, he was insane to have given her up in the first place. Y/N was like a drug, addictive and always left you wanting more.
“Are there anymore exes I should expect to show up?”, the thought of other guys coming after her sent created anger that bubbled up inside him. She was his, his only.
“Well, there was this one guy. He wanted me to be all domesticated, so I told him he could shove it. I doubt he’ll come back.”
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
That we’re meant to be
As more time went on, the more Y/N truly believed that Theo was the one for her.
It was the way he looked at her with respect, the way he kissed her with such ferocity it made her dizzy, the way he couldn’t got two minutes without his skin touching hers whenever they were together.
“I love you.”
She meant it. But there was still a small part of her that had doubts.
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy
Get the best of me
The doubts in Y/N’s mind grew the day she realised that Theo wasn’t the only one in the relationship that would get jealous. She felt it begin to bubble when she walked into school to find some girl all over him.
At least, that was what it had looked like before she slapped her, threatening her to stay away from him.
It was the possessive streak in Y/N that had misjudged the situation, that had gotten the best of her. The girl had in fact just been asking Theo about the homework due in the next day, having no interest in the chimera at all.
It was then that Y/N realised, with sadness, that she was the biggest problem. So she made a choice.
One that would break her heart.
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes 'cause
When she walked into Theo’s apartment that day, her heart felt heavy. He hadn’t been expecting her, and she smiled when his eyes lit up at the sight of her. He pulled her in for a kiss, frowning when she avoided him.
The reminder of his kisses would only make this harder.
“We need to talk.”
“Normally when a girl says that it means they want to break up. You don’t want to break up with me, do you?”
The look in her eyes gave him all the answers he needed.
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
Y/N spent the night in her room, alone. The break-up with Theo had been difficult; she’d watched tears form in his eyes, heard him telling her he loved her over and over again as he cupped her cheeks, begging her to stay with him.
She’d never seen him so desperate, and it broke her.
She wanted to go back and tell him that she’d made a mistake, that she loved him too. Because she did, she did love him.
But she stopped herself.
Instead, she just accepted that she was bad at love, and that would never change, no matter how hard she tried.
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
When Y/N left, Theo wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. She was his everything, and now she was gone.
He’d thought that she was the one. The one who could give him cause, the one who would see him as he truly was and love him all the same. The one who could fix the broken boy inside of him, the child that was hidden behind the facade that made people think he was a monster.
He’d always known that it had been a toxic relationship, but he thought that had been a good thing.
He spent a good hour thinking about how wrong he’d been. And then something clicked.
He wasn’t prepared to let her go that easily. So he grabbed the keys to his truck and drove.
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love
She heard his truck pull up outside her house. She walked to the window, and watched him get out, just like she’d hoped he would.
He caught her staring at him, and their gazes locked, a sign of mutual understanding. Y/N ran down the stairs, opening the door to see him standing there.
“Y/N. I know you think you’re bad at this whole love business, but you’re not. You could never be, okay? I love you. More than anything. You’re the one for me, and no matter how hard you try, you’re not going to get rid of me that easily,” he paused for breath, and that was when his eyes found hers once again, “I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”
She said nothing. Instead, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his mouth down to hers.
If she was to get better at love, she needed practice after all.