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In Denial // A Theo Raeken story

Chapter 4

A/n: Theo, in this story, came back to beacon hills in junior year.

(3 weeks later)

I walked into school early. By early, I mean it's six in the morning. School doesn't start till seven thirty. Every year on the first day, the pack meets in the library. This year, it's Scott, Lydia, Mason, Corey, and me. Everyone else had gotten caught by the ghost riders. Yeah, it's hard without Stiles. I've talked to him through the radio of his jeep before. My "mom" is still here and she scares the living crap out of me. I think she knows about everything going on. I mean, she knows about the supernatural, but we never told her we know she isn't real. She will sometimes stand in my doorway and stare.

I get the shivers as soon as I think about her.

My walk down to the library is long. I decided to go the inside way. The air outside is too cold, and it's supposed to rain soon. I hear something behing me and pick up my pace, immediately thinking back to the dream I had just a few weeks ago. I take a quick glance behind me before putting my hand on the door to the library. Nobody there.

I try to pull the handle but it wouldn't budge. Sounds of heels clicking in the distance scares me. I turn to the noise and see Mrs. Martin walking towards me, her eyes not swaying away from mine.

"Safe space remember? Library doesn't open until seven." She just walks right past me as she speaks, her voice echoing throughout the halls. Again, I hear another noise from down the hallway. I see what's left of the pack walk down towards me.

"You gonna open the door, Ruby?" Scott asks. I shake my head.

"It's locked." I say. I turn to Lydia. "Your mom locked it. Said it doesn't open until seven."

"Ugh. What?" Lydia groans.

Mason jumps in, "Isn't it supposed to be open for twenty four hours?"

"Yes." I reply. "We can just go into an empty classroom." Everyone nodds at the idea. Classroom it is.

We pick an empty class down the hall, one without any decorations so we know a teacher won't come in later.

"So, we need a plan." Scott announces.

"We have-" Mason gets cut off by Lydia.

"Liam's plan to use Theo sucks. Scott's right, we need a new one."

Speaking of Theo, after the lake we never talked. I have no idea where he went or what he's doing.

I don't "miss" him. How could I? He's not a good person, and I'm glad I haven't seen him again.

After and hour and a half of chatting in the class room, the warning bell goes off, signaling us to go to class. I say my goodbyes and walk with Scott to first period. Ap chemistry.

We turn into classroom 323 and sit in our assigned seats. Thankfully, I got seated next to Scott. Unfortunately, there are three seats to the lab table and when I look over at the name on the index card taped to the front of the table, I sigh. "Of course."

"What was that, Ruby?" Scott asked.

"Look at the name tag," I reply.

Then, like I summoned the devil, he walks in. Smile on his face and everything.

"Here's my name." Theo says, not even looking at the tag, but to me. That dumb smirk still on his face.

It's gonna be a long semester.

After three class, Theo followed Scott and I down the hallway to lunch. Scott has my first three classes with me, thankfully. I might die without him there. I haven't seen stiles in three weeks.

Scott wispers loud enough for me to hear. "Theo stop following us." I can smell the arrogance off Theo right now. He doesn't say anything back, just takes a sharp right turn into the mens room.

When we meet everyone in the cafeteria, they all look at me.

"What?" I ask. Lydia is the first to speak up.

"Girl, we've been seeing Theo staring at you all day." I blush. "Do you like him?!" That makes everyone stare at me even more.

"No, what? Of course not?" After saying that I hear a growl in the corner of my ear. I turn around, quickly, to see who it was, but no one was there.

"Ruby, are you okay?" I heard Scott say to me. He said it low enough so nobody else heard.

"Yeah, just thought I heard something."

After lunch, I go to my locker and get my text book for my last class, forensics. Stiles had that class with me. He was the only one in the pack who was taking it with me.

I opened my locker. As soon as the door came open, a small note fell out. I picked it up and looked around to see if anyone was watching me find the note. I unfolded the small slip of paper and read it.

Meet me under bleachers after tryouts.

We need to talk.

I totally forgot about tryouts today. My 4th year being on the highschool lacrosse team. My last year being on any lacrosse team. I wish Stiles was here. I really miss him.

After I got back from the lake that day with Theo, Stiles called me and said he saw them. The ghost riders. He saw them. I drove over to the school as fast as I could, but Lydia told me I was too late. It took us a whole week and a half to remember him after that day.

My last class ended, finally. I litterly felt like I could die. We didn't even learn about forensics, we just went over some stupid class rules.

I walked to the locker room, catching up with Scott along the way. We didn't talk the whole way. I know he misses Stiles too.

Tryouts went by as normal, we did some drills and did some one on ones. I made first line like last year, and Scott made team captain again. I had almost forgot about the note until Scott asked if I wanted to get celebratory icecream.

"Oh. I'm actually supposed to meet someone." He gave me a funny look.

"Who?" He asked as he slung his lacrosse bag over his shoulder, walking down the hallway of the empty school.

"I actually don't know." He stopped walking and tilted his head slightly. I just kept walking. "Bye McCall." I shouted behind me.

"Bye. Be safe." And with that I went to the field once again, but not for lacrosse.

A figure was already standing under the bleachers. I couldn't see his face that well since coach turned the field lights off. Only the lights coming from the building illuminated the back of the figure. He stepped foward, and i still couldn't see him. It's so dark.

"What do you want?" I asked to the figure, taking more steps towards me. He finally came about three inches away from me. I could finally see the outline of his face, looking up. His height making him tower over my short body. "Theo?"

"We need to talk, Ruby."

"About what? What could you possibly want to tell me that is so important you have to meet me under the bleachers at ten pm?" He smirked.

"I can't stop thinking about you." I rolled my eyes and turned around, but didn't get far. His hand planted a firm grip around my wrist.

"Theo let go. I'm not becoming another one of your little flings. I need to focus on Stiles." He growled and I recognized it from the growl in the cafeteria. I turned towards him.

"Did you mean what you said in the cafeteria?" He asked, his voice suddenly soft.

"Theo let go, please. Your hurting me." He let go immediately after I said it hurt.

"Im sorry." He said soothingly. "But did you mean it?" I sighed.

"Theo I can't be with you. You're the bad guy." His face contorted into confusion. I think I hurt him.

"What about the lake, the- the spare room."

I immediately replied, "I was just trying to be nice. And I regret ever doing it." No, no, no. I don't regret it. I don't.

Theo just sighed and walked off.

"Wait-"

"Ruby, don't talk to me." He never turned back to me, just kept on walking.

Hiii. Again. I kinda like this chapter. Let me know what you think. Love you guys

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teen wolf, season 6A: stiles stilinski (3/?)

In Denial // A Theo Raeken story

Chapter 5

School went by like normal for a few days. Occasionally, the average student would be taken by the ghost riders. The population of Beacon Hills was diminishing by a very rapid pace. On Thursday, however, all of the teachers, principal and vice principal, and councilors finally went missing and school was finally shut down. The students knew something was wrong but couldn't quite figure it out. Coach was the only one who went to school on Thursday, and I know that because the pack was there.

"Where is everyone? What the hell is even this? Is there a holiday or something that I wasn't informed about?" Coach followed us down the halls as we walked to the library, desperate for answers on how to stop the wild hunt and the ghost riders.

"No, Coach, everyone is gone," Scott told Coach. "But, we are going to get them back."

"You better McCall. I'm not getting paid." And with that, Coach stormed off into his small office to do god knows what.

As per usual, we didn't come up with a plan that day Now, the Friday sun arose and my alarm clock jolted me awake. I leaned over the side of the bed to click it off. My eyes were still filled with gross morning crusties, which I generously rubbed off.

Downstairs, my dad was making breakfast for us. Just me and him again this morning.                      "Hey, sweetie. I'm making eggs for breakfast." He turned around from the stove and smiled at me.

"No work today?" I ask. He only shakes his head. There's barely anybody left to help. As the sheriff, he swore to protect the citizens of Beacon Hills county. Now that there is no one left, he doesn't have to. 

"I'm going to go for a walk, dad," I shout from the living room after cleaning up after breakfast. I grab my canvas white tennis shoes and walk out the door. My dad knows I can take care of myself. 

I jump into my car and drive to the woods where I usually take my morning jog. These are the same woods that Stiles dragged Scott to before sophomore year. I remember that day so well. Stiles wanted to find this dead body so bad. He was telling me about it all afternoon at home. 

I enter the woods, following my same self-made trail. The trees sway to the soft summer breeze. All I'm wearing today is some black leggings, despite the summer heat, and a plain grey t-shirt from Stiles' closet. I love days like today where it's not too hot and not too cold. I brush my hand against the side of a tree as I walk past it. A laugh is forming inside my chest, something I haven't felt in weeks. The woods is where I feel free.  Ahead of me, I see something on the ground, next to a big oak tree. As I walk closer, I notice it's a boy. He's curled up next to the tree, his back is facing me. 

"Hey, are you okay?" The boy turns around revealing his face. "Theo? What are you doing?" He sits up.

"I have nowhere to stay." Now I feel horrible about saying I didn't care. He finally stands up. "Ruby, what are you doing in the middle of the woods anyways. It's not safe."

"I could say the same to you, Theo." He looks like a stray dog who's been kept outside in the rain. his once fluffy hair is now flat and soaking wet. 

"I can handle myself." He walks past me in the direction I came in. 

"Theo." He stops but doesn't turn to me. "Let me take you to my house so you can get some clean clothes and a shower. You look horrible."

On the car ride home, we say nothing. My dad left to meet Scott. At least thats what the note left in the kitchen says. I lead Theo upstairs and show him the spare bathroom that I call mine.

"Wait here." I walk into Stiles' room, which I haven't done in a few weeks. The room still smells like him. Everything is where it normally is. After my dad uncovered his room, we left the red strings up. They flow from one side of the room to the other, up and down, in all directions. They mesmerize me. I stand in the doorway admiring his detective board, his desk, and his bed.

I remember when Stiles and I were little, before mom died, we would sit on his bed and played action figures and Barbies. One time he lost his Batman figure and we looked for hours to find it. Turns out it was under his pillow the whole time.

I cover my mouth with my hand, trying not to let out a sob. Everyday we waste trying to figure out how to defeat the ghost riders is a day where Stiles is stuck somewhere. Somewhere probably scary.

I feel a pair of hands on my shoulder. They pull me away from the door frame, and one hand lifts off to close the door.

"Hey, it's okay." Theo says. He pulls me into a tight hug. I wrap my hands around his waist as he squeezes me tighter. He kisses the top of my head. I've never felt so protected, so safe.

No, I can't think that. I pull away and look him in the eyes. They shimmer from the bathroom lights that leak into the empty hallway. Which reminds me...

"You need a shower." He laughs.

"Well, now so do you." He walks towards Stiles' room again, opening the door. He lets himself in and picks out a shirt, a pair of jeans, a flannel, and some boxers. He shuts the door behind him and walks into the bathroom. Before shutting the door I hand him a clean towel, and he stops to wink at me. Then he closes the door and a few minutes later I hear the water running. I go back to my room and pick out some clothes to change into. I put on a pair of high waisted blue jeans, a soft, creme colored sweater, and a small gold necklace Stiles gave me last year for Christmas. I pull my hair down from the ponytail I had in and ran my hands through my hair a few times.

Theo takes a short shower, 15 minutes  to be exact. When he's done, we comes back into my room, wearing the new, clean clothes. He carries his towel in his hands.

"Wow," He says.

"What?" I ask him as he sits on the chair next to my desk.

"You look... good." I blush.

"Thanks." I grab my purse filled with my phone, some lip gloss, my wallet, and extra hair ties. "Okay you're coming with." I grab his towel and throw it on my bed. Then, I grab his hand and pull him downstairs.

"Should I be wondering where we are going?" He says as I get in my car.

"Pack meeting." I glance at the clock in my car. It's only 11. The pack meeting is scheduled for 12. "But first lunch. I'm starving and I bet you are too." He nodds his head viciously.

"Yes please."

I drive into the parking lot of my favortie diner, Brandon's. My mouth is watering just thinking about some french fries. Thankfully, Brandon's is right outside of Beacon Hills, so there should be workers.

Theo walks ahead to hold the door to the diner for me. How sweet.

"Thanks," I say.

"Least I could do." He smiles.

"Ruby!" I turn to the counter inside the restaurant.

"Isaac!" I walk over to my friend Isaac who greets me with a smile as per usual. "How've you been?" I ask.

"Pretty good. You know, the usual. Who's thissss? You must be a friend of Ruby's." He turns his attention to Theo.

"I'm Theo, nice to meet you." Theo holds out his hand to Isaac, who shakes it. I've never seen Theo be so polite.

"Yes, nice to meet you too Theo. Anyways, you know the drill Rubs. Sit wherever, someone will help you shortly." I smile and wave goodbye to Isaac who waves back.

Theo and I find a seat near the back. We sit across from eachother.

"Who was that?" Theo asks.

"My friend Isaac. He used to live in Beacon Hills but lives in Orange county, which is only two towns over." He nods.

"Cool."

Our food arrives and Theo immediately scarfs it down. He probably hasn't eaten in days. My burger and fries turns out good as usual. When we are done eating, we drive to Scotts house. Everyone's car is here. The time on the clock reads 12:15. Crap.

"Okay, when we go inside they are going to be a little mad. But that's okay."

"A little?" He ask sarcastically.

"Okay, a lot. But... don't get mad because that will make things worse. You know how they are." He nods. "I need you. Even though I have to hate you." He frowns at that.

"You don't have to," he persuades me. But no, I have to stick with my pack.

"I do. Because your the bad guy. And I hate saying that but it's really hard to trust you. Actually, it's pretty hard for anyone to trust you."

"I know." He puts his hand on top of mine, which rests on the shifter in my jeep. "But, I'm trying to fix that. I need to tell you thank you." I smile. I put the car in park and take my foot off the break. Theo finally lets go of my hand. We both step out of the car and wal to the front door.

"Remember what I said?" I say, more of a statement than a question. He looks at me in understanding.

Chapter 5!!!! Wow okay I have the perfect plot planned and i hope yall like it. Chapter 6 will be up soon.

Xoxo-em

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“I don’t think i ever stopped loving you, maybe i stopped being in love with you but there is always going to be apart of me that loves you.”

-> Just a Bit Jealous

characters: zoro (one piece), reader insert

warnings: sfw, lil angst, lil fluff

wc: 1,579

(reblogs welcomed)

You laughed at your crew mate, Sanji's, joke whilst you both worked together to clean the dishes. The rest of the crew eventually making their way out of the kitchen after dinner and back to their own tasks. Sanji washed the plates and silverware and you dried them, forming a small assembly line.

"And he just stormed out of the kitchen?!" You laugh in between your sentence.

"Yep," Sanji replies, laughing as well. "He was pretty worked up over my dish being far better than his." Sanji rarely ever told stories about his time at the Baratie or even his life before the restaurant, but whenever you would offer him help with cleaning up he would tell funny little stories just to hear you laugh.

After all the dishes were properly cleaned and put away you decided to get some fresh air on the deck and see what the rest of the crew was doing. The first thing you spotted was Chopper, Usopp, and Brook making faces at one another and sticking chopsticks up their noses. Typical. Luffy, the beloved captain of the Strawhat Pirates, was right where he usually was this time of day: lying on the head of the Sunny. Nami was probably in her workroom mapping out the island we just departed from this morning. Robin, reading in the library, and Franky was most likely in his shop tinkering with new gadgets for the Sunny. Everyone had their own routine and things they liked to do.

The breeze was slow and cool tonight and you could hear the sounds of the sails waving as they guided the ship onwards to our next destination. Looking up at the sky you see the warm colors mixed in the clouds as the sun performs its final act of the day before the moon takes its place. It's arguably the most beautiful time of day, and definitely your favorite. Your attention diverts to the crows nest above the ship and your mind wonders to a certain swordsman.

You and the moss-headed pirate were always close, you both being very strong members of the crew. While he was a swordsman, you were shinobi. These two groups don't typically work together, but on the battlefield you and Zoro maintain an incredible synergy and there is no denying that you both enjoy fighting together. You keep each other safe. Off the battlefield you two occasionally train together during the day and he's usually the person you go to if you have something really deep to get off your chest. You could say you two are the closest out of all the other crew members.

You subconsciously climb to the top of the crows nest and let yourself in through the hatch. Zoro is staring out the window, bottle of sake in his hand. You weren't sneaking in so he senses your presence immediately, taking a long drink.

"Thought you would be hanging out with that shitty cook still?" He wipes off the sake that dribbled on his chin.

"Was just helping him with the dishes is all," you say. The room stays silent as you sit on the couch near Zoro.

The man sips his drinks a few more times before he mutters, "sure." Your brows furrow.

"Zoro, is something bothering you?" He sets the bottle down.

"You know he's just trying to get in your pants." Zoro's always had beef with the cook, but this was a little out of pocket and out of character for him to say.

"What?" You look at him but his attention never wavers from the window. "What are you talking about?"

"Curly brows. He's flirting with you. The way he always looks at you. I could hear you two laughing."

"What does Sanji telling a funny story have to do with him wanting to 'be in my pants'," you retort. "And we all know Sanji's a flirt, what's the big deal? It's not like it means anything." Zoro doesn't speak up, only picks his bottle back up to finish it off. He then opens the hatch and heads down the ladder. "Zoro! Hey, where are you going?" He reached the deck floor and all you can do is watch as he walks into the hall, hand running through his mossy hair.

It wasn't your turn on watch tonight so you opted to stay in your room for the remainder of the night. It had gotten pretty late and you couldn't fall asleep at all, your brain replaying the interaction with Zoro earlier that night. The two of you never get into any sort of argument with each other, the two of you get along very well, so tonight was very strange and it left you feeling really upset. Especially with the words he said. With every hour that passed by of you laying in your bed, not able to sleep, you got more and more restless and agitated. 'What did he mean by all of that.' Eventually, your stomach growled and you decided it would be best to step outside for a snack and some fresh air.

The kitchen was dark as you quietly navigated through the room. Your skills as a shinobi were not only useful for battle, but when you needed to sneak in and grab a snack without alerting the rest of the crew all the training really pays off. You had just put the code into the refrigerator lock when the lights flicked on.

"Luffy you know-" in the doorway stood the tall swordsman, a tired expression coating his face. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

"Please don't tell Sanji," your voice staying quiet as if you were still trying not to get caught. "I just got hungry and wanted a snack!"

"Oh, okay." And with that he flicks the lights back off and leaves the room with a silent shut of the door. You reach into the fridge and grab something small to eat and make your way to the deck.

Staring out into the water you wonder what type of island you'll be landing on next. The weather hasn't changed yet to hint at whether it's a winter or summer island yet, but you're hoping it's somewhere warm and inviting. Perhaps with a village and some places to shop for new clothes. Nami has been wanting to take you shopping for some new "cuter" outfits. Your thoughts are interrupted by a presence to your right, leaning off the rails and mirroring the way you admire the sea.

"You're up late," you don't need to turn to know it's Zoro leaning next to you.

"Couldn't sleep. Wanted a snack and some fresh air." You could feel the tension in the air as the two of you stayed silent. The minutes go by as you both just stare into darkness of the water. It's Zoro who is the first to break the silence.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier. In the crows nest, I mean." His apology takes you by surprise, Zoro not having a record of saying 'sorry'.

"What did you mean by all of that? You know Sanji and I are just friends."

"He just gets so close to you," he says. You feel him stiffen and you start to realize what he's saying.

"It bothers you?"

"Yea, it does," he whispers. You are still facing him when he turns to looks at you, a pink flush barely visible on his face. Zoro, a man who can cut through almost any beast, is blushing because of you? Your eyes both linger on each others faces for another moment before Zoro quickly turns away, embarrassed. Lifting your hand, you reach out to place it on his shoulder. No words needed to be exchanged, you both were used to understanding each other without a single sound. He stiffened under your touch for a moment but quickly relaxed, feeling comforted by your hand.

"I don't like him, if that's what you're so worked up about." A small laugh escapes your lips. It catches his attention enough to where he turns back to face you.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I don't mean to get so jealous," he says in almost a whisper. "It's just..." You move your hand down to his own and your fingers interlock. "I really like you." The smile in your face feels as if it could spread through your whole body. Never in a thousand years would you picture yourself standing on the deck holding hands with Roronoa Zoro, soon to be greatest swordsman in the world, as he confesses his feelings for you.

And never in a thousand years would you think you would say, "I really like you too," because, while the man was on your mind quite frequently, you never realized the reason why he was on your mind. You always admired his strength and his loyalty. You always found him quite attractive, sneaking glances at him from time to time without his notice. And you always enjoyed his presence around, even if you had absolutely nothing to do. As long as you were by his side, you were happy.

So when the words fell right out of your mouth and you found yourself being pulled in close by the marimo, you did nothing to stop him because you've realized that this is what you've wanted the whole time. And as he leans down to kiss your lips ever so passionately, you kiss him back.

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