Theo Imagine #2 for Jaymie

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Imagine Prompt (Thanks babe locket44):

*Well I was thinking of being like an ex girlfriend, someone that he really actually cared about. And then Scott and stiles decide to try and get me to stop him from doing what he's doing. So like say Scott tells him to meet him in a cafe in town and he goes, but it's me instead and he like freezes up or whatever and I somehow manage to convince him to stop what he's doing or something. Or I could threaten to do something to myself if he doesn't stop. I'm the only one who can get through to him.*

I'll try my best to make this beautiful idea come to reality!!!

"Why the hell do I always have to be the bait?" You asked loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear

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"Why the hell do I always have to be the bait?" You asked loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. They must have hit their head while in the shower or they must have fallen off a chair while being so incredibly stupid. This was insane and you were still reluctant to do anything when it came to Theo.

"Come on J, he opened up for you once! He might do it again." Stiles tried to shake some sense into your already aching head. Yes he had, he did open to you once, but he also made it loud and clear that he couldn't have such a weakness as love. He hurt you before and you sure as hell didn't wanted it to hurt again. Just thinking about him would hurt. You couldn't stop thinking about all the moments you had spend with that amazing guy, he did came through to most as manipulative, sadistic and maybe even evil. But you did know he had good in him too. You remembered as crystal clear how he knelt before you and cuddled you when you were sitting in the dark corner of your room while having a panic attack, he made you laugh when all you wanted to do was cry, damn he even spent sleepless nights by your side when you were sick. You remember that beautiful day by the beach when he took you in his arms and dragged you into the cold yet welcomed sea, or when on your birthday he bought you a giant teddy bear with a huge bouquet of roses that you tried to keep alive at all costs. You remember that dark day, when lightening filled the sky and he knocked on your bedroom window at 3 am just to see if you needed a hug. You remembered all the songs you made your own and that by now just remained as painful memories, but that you listened once or twice just to get that feeling back. You remember all the movies that you spent hours and hours watching together instead of doing homework and all cuddled up in bed or in the couch. You remember how his voiced called out to you as 'Princess', 'Gorgeous' or 'My Girl'. You had those words well written in your brain, his voice right behind and attached to it. You could remember all the times he opened up about his past and how he laid his head on your lap while you ran your fingers through his smooth hair and listen to him as if nothing else matter, as if he was the only person you'd always care about and love more deeply than anything. You could easily remember how he was so nervous when he first told you his true self, he was shaking from head to toe afraid you'd hate him. You remember better than anything how that date on a hot summer night ended on your first time, you could remember how caring and gentle he was and how he made it all about you and not him.

Just the thought about how happy you both were made you tear up, small meaningful tears running down your cheeks as Stiles and Scott stared at you intently. You wanted that feeling back, that feeling of love. You wanted him back, you knew and were sure he was the love of your life. You wanted to belong with someone again. You wanted to understand and be understood, love and be loved, hear and be heard. You wanted his strong arms around you, making you feel special and safe. You wanted his voice by your ear, promising you the world.

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