Imagine: Newt - Apologize

one thing u can’t take away is that JEFF SKINNER PLAYED IN THE STANLEY CUP FINALS

Imagine: Thomas Brodie-Sangster - Necklace

Word Count: 1215

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

Inspired by the silver necklace that Thomas always wears.

“Tom?” You called. You listened for his response but it never came. He was mad. Beyond mad. You bit your lip, and wiped the tears from your cheeks, getting off the bed of your room, and walking over to the open balcony door.

There he was. Beautiful as ever, elbows resting on the railing, pants slung low on his hips, no shirt on. “Thomas, please listen to me.” You begged, more tears threatening to fall.  

He banged his hands against the rail. “What is there…” He whispered, trying to contain his anger. “To fucking listen to?!” And it all boiled over. “You cheated!" He yelled. “You were drunk! I was gone! And you cheated!”

That was it. The tears. More after more, after more. They didn’t stop. A choking sound escaped your mouth and your hand immediately covered it. “I’m so sorry,” You said, and then walked back into your room. 

Was this the seventh? Eighth? Maybe even the ninth? You didn’t know. And you didn’t care.  You just wanted to numb the emptiness. Make the hole in your heart full. 

You smiled as the shot of moonshine burned in your throat, you winced a little, and then smiled again, making your way to the dance floor. You wedged yourself in between numerous bodies, and then began to move just as they did. 

Most things were blurry. You could hear the music, but couldn’t really make out what it was. You could barely walk, your feet not really able to move your body the way they usually did. You could barely talk. Your vocal cords slurred the words that wanted so badly to be heard. Really heard. 

You just let it go though. You didn’t care that you couldn’t see, that you couldn’t understand. You didn’t care that your judgment was clouded, or that you could barely walk. You didn’t care that you could barley talk. You really didn’t care. 

Hands made their way around your waist, and although you shouldn’t have, you let them. You just wanted someone’s hands there again. Actually no, that was a lie, you wanted Thomas’ hands there again. But he wasn’t there. He was off somewhere, of course, you couldn’t quite remember where though. He’d be back soon, but you were lonely now, and you wanted him now. 

These hands though… They felt familiar. They felt like his… They felt like Thomas’. Maybe that’s why you welcomed them.

You turned in the mans arms. He was tall. Like Thomas. He was blonde. Like Thomas. He was skinny, but muscular, like Thomas. 

It couldn’t be him… Could it? Thomas was gone. This had to be someone else. But none the less, you kept dancing with him.

You stood on your tiptoes, and leaned in. Wanting to feel close to someone. And that was when you saw it. That silver chain, wrapped around his neck. 

Thomas. Thomas had that same silver chain. It was him. 

“Thomas!” You cried, flinging yourself on him. 

“What?” The guy mumbled back, but you barely heard him. 

“I missed you.” You said into his neck. You felt the coldness of the necklace on your lips, and you smiled. It was him. 

You leaned up to kiss him, and although he was surprised, he kissed you back. It was odd. It didn’t feel quite the same. But it was him. 

From there, you remember nothing. You just know, the pounding headache that woke you, woke you in someone else’s bed. You thought Thomas, but no, it wasn’t him. Defiantly not. 

You didn’t recognize the room you were in, nor the man you were in the bed with. You only remembered spending the night with Thomas, and although the guy you were with somewhat resembled him, it was not him. 

You gasped in horror, and shuffled out of the bed, taking the sheet with you to cover your naked body. 

The man in the bed stirred a little, but didn’t wake, and you took that time to find the dress you wore last night. You gathered the rest of your belongings, and rushed out the doors. 

After leaving the building, you didn’t recognize the area you were in, so you waited for a half hour for a cab to come and get you. 

You told the taxi driver your address, yours and Thomas’ address, and then sat the rest of the car ride with your head in your hands, and your eyes closed, trying to stop your pounding headache. 

How could you have done this? How could you have cheated on your boyfriend? Drunkenness was no excuse. You had so many alcoholic beverages that you couldn’t remember the events of last night. You just remember feeling lonely. But that was no excuse either. 

You should have just called Thomas or something. Anything to have changed your mind, or stopped you from doing this. But it was too late now. 

You got home, and stepped into the shower immediately after taking your grimy clothes off, and let the hot water pour over your skin. 

And you did it again. You didn’t know what to do anymore, so you went to your shower.  You felt weak as you turned on the tap, and rid yourself of your clothes. After your shorts, and your cardigan came off, you stepped in, not having the energy to take off your white tank top, or your under garments. 

You felt physically sick. The amount of guilt piling up in your chest was unbearable. So unbearable, you started to cry. You cried for the ten billionth time that week. 

As you applied the mascara to your eyelashes, you thought about the next few hours again. What would Thomas say or do when you told him what you did? How would he react? Would he leave you? The thought absolutely terrified you, but it wasn’t unrealistic.  

You had spent all day getting ready for Thomas’ arrival. You had showered earlier in the day, you curled your hair to perfection, did your makeup, and even picked out a nice outfit. 

As you looked yourself over in the mirror, you couldn’t help but frown a little. This might go to waste. You had applied a tan shadow to your eyes to make them look a little deeper, you spent hours curling your hair, you wore a tight, white, boat-neck crop top with high waisted shorts, and a navy cardigan over top, and also, your converse. Thomas loved these shoes on you. But… It might all go to waste. 

Thats when you had heard the door slam shut, and although you knew what was to happen in the future, you couldn’t stop the smile on your face when Thomas walked into your house. 

You nearly attacked him when he was near enough. You hugged him tight, and his hands snaked around your waist. “Tom, I need to tell you something,” You had whispered. 

“Y/N,” He moaned, breathing in your scent, “I missed you so much.”

You smiled and looked at him. “I missed you too,” 

Then, his lips were on yours. It all happened so fast, and it all felt so good. You were now laid on the bed, Thomas hovering over top of you, his shirt off his body. His hands roamed up your legs, and that was when you finally had the courage to stop him. 

“Tom, I need to tell you something.”

More choking sounds escaped your mouth as you tried to drown away all your sorrows. You just sat in the shower, body racking sobs etching through out the room. 

“Y/N.” 

You looked up at Thomas who was staring back at you, an unreadable look on his face. 

“I’m so, so sorry,” Was all you could say through the tears. 

Thomas sighed and surprisingly got into the shower with you, leaving his jeans on. He climbed in behind you, and took you undeservingly in his arms. Your sobs eased a bit at this, and you clutched onto his arms. 

You turned towards him, and rested your head in the crook of his neck. And then you really saw it. The necklace. You reached up to touch it with your finger, and Thomas flinched. 

“I’m still mad at you,” He said stubbornly.

“Rightfully so,” You replied. 

Silence overtook the room. All that was heard was the sound of the water hitting the floor. 

“I thought he was you,” You tell him honestly. “That doesn’t make it alright though. I know.” 

Silence. 

“I’m so sorry, Tom. I love you.” You said, squeezing his arm. 

Silence. 

“Please,” You begged. “Don’t leave me.”

This time there was no silence. 

“I could never.”

Imagine: Klaus Mikaelson - Finding Hope (Literally) [Part 1]

Word Count: 681

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

There will most likely be a part 2 to this… I hope you like it!

You looked down at the small girl who couldn’t have been older than two, and sighed. Her chubby fingers wrapped around your pointer frightened you. You had a large pit in the centre of your stomach, and you felt yourself begin to panic. What if you weren’t able to find this little girl’s parents? 

You had found her no more than five minutes ago. She was on the pathway, to the side, one hand clutching onto the vertical railings, watching the water and the ducks. She was completely alone. You couldn’t leave her, so you had knelt down to her level, she stared at you, and you bit your lip, knowing you weren’t going to get any information out of the child. She was too young to form sentences. 

So instead, you stood up straight, held out your right hand for the child, and waited for her parents. You had decided it would be best not to move the girl. You wanted to avoid any possibility of you accidentally being anywhere the guardians of the lost child were not. Every minute or so, you looked down at the toddler, telling her it’d be okay, or that her parents would find her. She didn’t seem to be afraid, or spooked. She seemed to be perfectly comfortable. She held your finger with one hand, and clutched a wooden looking object close to her chest with the other.  

You knelt down for the second time, pulling her small arm away from her chest to see what she was holding. It was a large wooden chess piece. You furrowed your eyebrows, and stood back up, deciding it was best to let the girl keep the object, seeing it could be the thing keeping her from screaming bloody murder. 

You looked around the square for what felt like the millionth time, telling yourself that you would call the police if no one had shown for her in five minutes. As you waited, an even bigger fear struck you. What if there was no one coming for her? What if someone left her here because she was unwanted? Or because they couldn’t take care of her? 

Your panicked eyes darted around the busy ground, when you found someone looking just as desperate as you. It was a taller man, in his mid twenties probably, he turned, and looked around the street, searching for something. He met your eyes in a matter of seconds, and he was running over.

The toddler loosened her grip, and you could tell that this frantic man was her father. Her arms reached up, and she was taken in his arms in less than a second. 

“Hope,” He mumbled, kissing her head. “Thank god.” After he hugged his daughter close for a moment, he turned to you. “Where was she?”

“Right here.” You replied nervously. “I didn’t want to move her. She was just watching the water when I walked past.”

The man smiled a bit at this, and looked you over. Not replying to your statement.

You spoke again, not wanting to make the situation awkward. “Her name is Hope?” 

“Correct.” He responded, still smirking.

“May I ask why she has a chess piece?” You pried.

The man laughed and you raised your eyebrows. “Some children cuddle blankets. Mine cuddles a chess piece.” He chuckled, looking at his daughter. You laughed a little too, and he looked you over once more. “I haven’t seen you here." He stated. "I recognize most of the faces here in the quarter. Not yours though.”

“I just moved here.” You explained.

“What is your name?” 

“Y/N.” 

“Well, Y/N. A beautiful girl picked a beautiful place. If you ever want to see a familiar face, or two, we’re three blocks west.” 

The man began to turn around but you spoke quickly, stopping him from leaving. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Klaus.” 

Imagine: Liam Dunbar - ADHD

Word Count: 920

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

you write an imagine where the reader and Liam are dating but she has ADHD and is always distracted and she doesn’t really notice when it’s happening and sometimes Liam finds it cute and funny when she does random things and can you make is super cute and fluffy please? - rainbowdash550

Disclaimer: I’ve had no past experiences with anyone with ADHD, so I don’t know if any of the things that I write might be triggering, or offensive, I just researched a little bit about the disorder. If you have any concerns with or about the imagine just shoot me a message. Happy reading!

You sat down on the couch beside Liam, and he extended his arm around you, pulling you closer to him by the shoulders. “Thanks for doing this, baby.” He spoke, placing a kiss to your temple. 

“You’re welcome.” You smiled, and intertwined your fingers with his. You were extremely proud of yourself, because tonight, you arranged a movie night for just you and your boyfriend. You went out and picked up popcorn, pop, and both yours and Liam’s favorite candy. This would have been easy for most other people, but it was hard for you, and Liam knew it. You were diagnosed with ADHD when you were very young, and it was hard for you to get organized. When you tried, you’d always forget one thing, or another, based on your complete lack of concentration. But with a simple list, that had exact products on it, you had managed to get through the grocery store, and to this exact moment. 

The movie started, and you smiled as the opening credits to The Back Up Plan started to play. 

You saw the cartoon graphics of the woman and all the baby things surrounding her, and you immediately thought of your cousin, who just had a baby! 

Your cousin did always remind you of India. She had went for a trip a couple years ago, and brought back so many different kinds of cool items. It was amazing. 

“My cousin went to India.” You quietly told Liam. 

Liam chuckled a little. “Did she now?”

You were about to say something else about your cousin, when the sound of a car starting outside distracted you. Your thoughts were now completely occupied by your neighbor, getting into his car, and driving off. 

“Y/N?” Liam asked, grabbing your attention.

“Sorry, I just saw my neighbor.” You told him. “He has a son named Scott!” 

“Oh, what a coincidence.” Liam laughed, tightening his arm around you.  

You smiled and leaned into him a bit. Trying to narrow your focus on the movie. 

It worked, for about ten minutes, that’s when you started getting a little fidgety. You moved your shoulders up and down, and switched the position of your legs a few times. 

It was when you were taking a little stretch that you noticed how focused Liam was on the movie. He looked absolutely adorable. His lips would move slightly when he licked his bottom lip, and his eyebrow would twitch a little when one of the characters did something questionable.

The corner of his mouth popped up in a small smile, and that was when you further noticed his lips. 

After staring at them for a while longer, you impulsively decided that you needed to kiss them. 

You threw your right leg over Liam’s lap, and came to face him, not giving him anytime to think about what you were about to do, before you captured your lips with his. 

You honestly loved kissing Liam. It was one of the only times you could actually really focus, and really enjoy something. When you kissed him your distractions were so minimal and it made you feel good. 

You had no idea how long you continued kissing for, you just knew that Liam certainly didn’t object, but you were interrupted by a text message. 

Your focus broke a little, and Liam noticed, smiling at you before telling you to get it, as he knew it could possibly eat at you if you left it. 

Mom: You forgot about your dentist appointment after school today!  

You stared at the message for a moment, and Liam looked at you with concerned eyes. “What’s up?” He asked, sliding his hands up your torso.

Of course. You knew you had to have been forgetting something. You always forgot something. You could never ever really organize something properly. You would never really ever function properly. 

You shoved his hands away, and climbed off him, feeling irritable . “I can’t ever do anything right! That’s what!” 

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” He asked, a little shocked. 

“I missed my stupid dentist appointment. For one day I really honestly believed that I had thought about everything.” You sighed. “But of course I didn’t, there’s always something that I missed. I hate it. This stupid disorder! Stupid me!” 

“Hey, hey!” Liam took both of your hands and pulled you towards him. “You are not stupid! And neither is your disorder! I hate calling it that, because even though you think of it as this huge burden, it’s what makes you, you!”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him and he laughed. 

“You think that it’s something wrong with you, and that it’s weird, but you’re so wrong. I think it’s the most adorable thing in the world. I love when you tell me the random things you think of, and I loved watching you get distracted. It’s just who you are, and I don’t want you to hate it, because you’re not stupid, Y/N! You never will be.”

You looked up at him, fighting back a smile. “You really think that?” 

“Of course I do, I love you.” He told you. 

This time you didn’t fight the smile. “I love you too, Li.”

He kissed you on the lips softly, then on the nose, making you laugh. “Watch the movie,” He laughed. “And forget about the dentist.”

“I already did.”

I'm so mad at Theo but he's so fucking hot .

Chicago Franchise Episodes Timeline

The complete guide to watch every Chicago episode in the correct order

As a lot of people are getting interested with the franchise but don’t know where to start with so many crossovers between the four shows, I made a list to help watch them in the proper, « in-universe » order. I also wanted to go back and binge-watch from the beginning without getting confused with the timeline.

A spreadsheet version is also available for easy read! It always contains the latest updates (as this post here is uh… high maintenance), and more information like cameos and dates. Feel free to leave comments or contribute!

As you will notice, I’m in the process of reordering all episodes to match « in-universe » dates instead of air dates. About half of the list below still follows air dates. The episode number will be blue if I personally verified it follows in-universe order. In the meantime, I suggest you use the spreadsheet and follow the in-universe order established by the community.

Anyway, enjoy! Contact me if anything’s incorrect! :)

FAQs 🌵 Where to Watch

2012-2013 : Fire S01

001. Chicago Fire - S01E01 - Pilot 002. Chicago Fire - S01E02 - Mon Amour 003. Chicago Fire - S01E03 - Professional Courtesy 004. Chicago Fire - S01E04 - One Minute 005. Chicago Fire - S01E05 - Hanging On 006. Chicago Fire - S01E06 - Rear View Mirror 007. Chicago Fire - S01E07 - Two Families 008. Chicago Fire - S01E08 - Leaving the Station 009. Chicago Fire - S01E09 - It Ain’t Easy 010. Chicago Fire - S01E10 - Merry Christmas, Etc. 011. Chicago Fire - S01E11 - God Has Spoken 012. Chicago Fire - S01E12 - Under the Knife 013. Chicago Fire - S01E13 - Warm and Dead 014. Chicago Fire - S01E14 - A Little Taste 015. Chicago Fire - S01E15 - Nazdarovya! 016. Chicago Fire - S01E16 - Viral 017. Chicago Fire - S01E17 - Better to Lie 018. Chicago Fire - S01E18 - Fireworks 019. Chicago Fire - S01E19 - A Coffin That Small 020. Chicago Fire - S01E20 - Ambition 021. Chicago Fire - S01E21 - Retaliation Hit 022. Chicago Fire - S01E22 - Leaders Lead 023. Chicago Fire - S01E23 - Let Her Go (PD backdoor pilot) 024. Chicago Fire - S01E24 - A Hell of a Ride

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Imagine: Theo Raeken - Mortified

Word Count: 1149

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Y/N and Theo have been dating for a couple months, and she’s ready to be intimate, things are interrupted when she tries to let him know. (90210)

Fluffing your hair, you walked up the stairs to Theo’s front porch. The nerves in your stomach fluttered, and you took a deep breath. Just as you lifted your fist to knock on the door, your eyes widened in realization. 

Lipstick. You pulled the tube from your purse and spread the pink onto your lips. Rubbing them together, and checking your breath one last time before actually knocking.  

Theo opened the door seconds later, and gave you a big smile. “Hey baby,”

You grinned and stepped through the doorway, giving Theo a small kiss on the lips. 

“You look good.” He complimented, looking you up and down. 

You bit your lip and twirled for him, making him laugh. 

You put on this outfit specially for him. It was a loose floral dress that reached just under your bum, paired with some thigh high tan boots. You added a longer gold necklace as well. Over all, it was an outfit that you would never wear to school, or out in public, but you figured Theo would like it.

Little did he know, that it was really what was under the clothes that he would like even more…

You and Theo had been together for seven months now, and at the beginning of the relationship, you told him you wanted to take it slow. And slow was good, at first, but now you wanted more. 

Under your little dress, you had a matching lingerie set from the one and only Victoria’s Secret. A lacy black bralette, and lacy black thong to match. 

To Theo it was just another hang at his house, but boy was he in for a surprise.

The two of you went up to his room, and you plopped down on his bed, watching as he riffled through his drawers. “I was thinking we’d just watch a movie tonight?” He suggested, pulling out his basket of films.

“Sure!” You smiled, thinking of your other plans. 

Theo looked up at you and furrowed his eyebrows, he set the movies down and walked towards you, holding his hands out for yours. 

You took them gladly, and he pulled you up, chest to chest with him. 

“You really do look gorgeous tonight,” He told you.

You blushed and looked at your feet. “I didn’t do anything special.” Lie. Complete and udder lie. 

If his compliment hadn’t had your heart racing from the start, he would have been able to tell you were lying when you said you didn’t do anything different. You’d spent days looking at makeup tutorials on Youtube for a ‘sweet and sexy no makeup makeup look’. You also shaved mostly every single part of your body, and used a new serum on your hair. 

God the things Theo made you do. Unknowingly of course. 

Theo tilted your head up, and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. 

You could tell when his lips were about to detach from yours, so before he had the chance to pull away, you stepped forward, taking his face in your hands, and reconnecting your lips.

Theo smiled against your mouth, making you giggle into him. You pulled back and bit your lip, keeping your hands in his hair.

He leaned in and kissed your nose, making you laugh a bit more. “What movie do you want to watch?” 

You let your arms drop, and you took a step back. “You choose. I’ll be right back.”

He nodded, and you made your way to his connected bathroom. You closed the door, step one to your master plan under go. You took a deep breath, and looked at yourself in the mirror. “Alright Y/N.” 

You took of your necklace, and set it on the counter, unzipping your boots next. Then finally, you pulled off the dress. 

Outside the door there were a couple rustles and bangs but you ignored them, dismissing them as Theo maybe looking for some more movies.

You fixed your hair, and smiled to yourself. Here we go. This was really happening. 

You put your hand on the door knob, and pulled it open. 

But what was revealed was way different than what you expected. 

This, was really happening. 

Standing in the room, along with Theo, was Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, and Liam Dunbar. 

They looked at you with wide eyes, and you screeched. “Oh my god!” 

You slammed the bathroom door shut, and internally screamed at yourself millions of times. 

This was by far the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you. Now it’s clear that all that rustling around wasn’t just Theo picking a movie. He was having some friends over. 

You scrambled back into your clothes, all the while holding back tears. 

When you were fully dressed again, you took a seat on the edge of the bath tub, and let your tears fall freely. 

How stupid were you to think that this was actually a good idea? Who the hell just pulls off their clothes when their boyfriend is least expecting it? 

My goodness. You thought to yourself, as you wiped your tears. How were you supposed to go back to school? Seeing Scott and Stiles everyday would be so embarrassing, let alone the sophomore, Liam, would probably tell all his friends. You’d be a laughing stock. 

“Y/N? Babe?” Theo called. “They’re gone, come out please?” He begged. 

You stood, and walked towards the door, hesitating for a moment before opening it. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, taking note of you tear stained cheeks.

You avoided eye contact with him as you answered. “Other than feeling completely mortified? Yeah, I’m alright.”

“I’m sorry, I should have never let them in.”

“Theo, don’t. It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have ambushed you like that.” You responded. 

You were surprised when you heard him laugh. “Y/N, look at me.” He said, tilting your chin up. “If that’s your definition of ambush, I’m all for them. Anytime. But maybe for this first time, you should have given me a little warning…”

You nodded, dropping your gaze again. “In my head it just seemed like a good way to tell you that I was ready, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He chuckled again, and your cheeks reddened. “You know what else is a good way to tell me your ready? Actually just telling me your ready, like verbally.” 

This time you laughed with him, and he kissed your forehead. 

“Well, are they gone for good now…?” You asked him, twirling your necklace in your fingers. 

“Mhm,” He murmured. “So why don’t you try modeling whats under there for me again,” He suggested, tugging at your dress. “That is, if you’re still feeling ready…”

You smirked and backed away from him, “I am.”

Imagine: Theo Raeken - What Do You Mean?

Word Count: 644

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Theo imagine based on the Justin Bieber song What do you mean? If you're not busy of course. You're a pretty good writer. 

“When you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no...”

“First you’re up, then you’re down, then in between, I really want to know, what do you mean?” 

You heard the door to your house open and slam shut, and you rolled your eyes. Theo walked into the room, peeking shyly around the corner, before entering fully. “Hey,” He mumbled. 

“Hi.” You replied sharply. “What are you doing here?”

“We had a date?” He said, taking a seat beside you on the couch. 

You laughed mockingly, “Theo, that was kind of before I figured out that you were playing us all.”

“You’re wrong, Y/N, I wasn’t playing you.” You saw those fake tears come to his eyes, and you rolled yours. “I did what I had to do to get a pack, but I never uttered one word of a lie to you.”

“Whatever, just leave please.” You mumbled, putting a hand up, and moving away from him.

“Y/N,” Theo’s voice sounded genuinely distressed. “Please, you have to believe me.”

The more he talked, the more you felt angry with him. You honestly felt like you had a connection with him, and you hate to say it, but over the two months you spent with him, you fell in love with him. 

“Theo! Leave!” You screamed, getting up, and turned to face him. “My god, please just go. I’m so pissed, just leave!”

“Y/N-” He began. 

“I loved you!” You screamed. “I did! I loved you, and you manipulated me.”

“I never manipulated you!” He screamed back. 

The amplitude of his voice surprised you, and you staggered back. He was angry now as well, and you were a bit frightened. 

“Every single fucking word I said to you, I meant.” 

You just stared at him, tears bubbling up in your eyes. 

“I would never tell you a lie,” He stepped closer to you, and put a finger underneath your chin. 

You looked up at him with teary eyes, and his eyes flickered to your lips, and then back up to your eyes, he raised his eyebrows as if to ask you for permission. He moved his mouth a little bit closer, and you bit your lip.

You wanted so badly to push him away and yell at him again, but you just couldn’t, so when he inched closer to you once more, you gave in and attached your lips. 

You were practically under his spell now. You held onto his biceps, and let him pull you into him. He turned the two of you around, and disconnected you from him, long enough for him to push you down onto the couch, and climb on top of you.

He leaned down again, but you turned your head. “I can’t do this,” You mumbled. 

“What? Why?” He asked, lifting his head. 

“You’re not good.” You put a hand on his chest, trying to push him away from you. 

“I can be, for you.” He replied softly, moving in again. 

You whined, and he pressed his lips to yours once again. You kissed back hungrily, and he moved his lips down to your neck. 

You moaned and crumpled his fists in your shirt. “Theo...” You whispered. 

He moved his knee further up the couch, until it was pressed against your crotch, and you gasped. 

“Theo, no!” You shoved him away once again. 

And he groaned. “Babe,”

“No! Don’t babe me, shit I can’t do this.” You covered your eyes and turned red with embarrassment. “I want to but I can’t.”

“What do you mean?” He asked. 

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, and you gave in once again. “Oh, fuck it.” 

Mason: *is the beast*

Me: *rewinds* *pretends I didn't see the last minute of the episode*

Me: I wonder who the beast is. (✿◠‿◠)

Imagine: Theo Raeken - Strip Poker

Word Count: 778

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No 

Theo & Y/N play strip poker. Inspired by (x)

 You bit your finger to keep from giggling as Theo pushed five more chips towards the center of the table, “I’ll raise you.” He said confidently.

You raised your eyebrows and threw two more chips down as well. “Flip the next card.”

Theo held his gaze on you as he took the card off the deck. He added it to the river, and your eyes darted down to check what the new addition was. Your smile grew. “All in.” 

Out of the five cards in the river, there were three that were really important to you. A king of spades, an nine of spades, and recently added, a jack of spades. 

“Feeling lucky?” He chuckled. 

You shrugged your shoulders. “You gonna match me, Raeken?” 

He swore under his breath but placed the same amount of money down that you did. “Flip them.” He demanded. 

You smirked and showed him the two cards in your hand. A queen and an ace. Both of spades.

His smile faded quickly when he realized that his triple 9′s were no match for your royal flush. “Shit.” He mumbled, rubbing his neck. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“Um, no. You’re not going to change your mind just because you lost the first round. This was your idea. Take it off.” You leaned back in your chair and glared at him. 

You wouldn’t be here in the first place if it weren’t for the unfortunate partner you were assigned for your AP Bio project. You weren’t excited to be paired with Theo, but you dealt with it because you didn’t have the guts to ask for a switch, and as much as you hated to admit it, he was hot. 

And somehow, after he invited you to his house to work on the project, you ended up playing strip poker in his living room. You barely remembered how you got here, it involved him pestering you about being a good girl when the two of you were supposed to be working, and that lead to him asking you ‘have you ever’ questions, which modeled out the situation at play. Once you had told him you’d never played any games that involved stripping, he insisted you try. Determined to prove him wrong about his naive good girl imagine of you, you agreed. 

“Fine.” He grumbled, standing up and pulling the collar of his shirt. Once it was over his head and on the floor, you took a couple seconds to admire his torso. “Damn.” You said aloud, making him role his eyes.

He sat back down and you collected the cards, shuffling them, and then placing two in front of the both of you. Once you were each dealt, you laid down three cards face down, and put the rest to the side.

You looked at the two cards you dealt yourself, and pursed your lips. A seven of hearts, and a ten of cloves. 

Theo right away threw a chip down, and you scowled at him, matching his bet.

He nodded towards the river, and you reached over, flipping the three cards. A queen of hearts, an ace of spades, and a ten of diamonds. 

You felt a little more uplifted when you saw the ten, but you barely had time to breathe before Theo put more money on the table. 

You matched him once again, and flipped the next card. A two of diamonds. 

Once again, Theo threw a couple more chips down, and you matched him. He must have had a pair as well, because he wasn’t betting high, but he was still betting. You were just hoping his pair didn’t beat your tens. 

“Alright.” You spoke. “Show me your cards.” 

The smirk that plastered itself on Theo’s face as he flipped over his cards scared you. 

Once they were face up, your eyes darted down to check what he had. And you were shocked. 

“Pocket rockets.” Theo stood, and made his way to the back of your chair, leaning down and whispering in your ear. “Do you know what two aces mean in strip poker?”  

You didn’t reply, you just waited for him to tell you. 

“It means... You take it all off.”

You stood from your chair, and turned to face the shirtless boy. 

You looked around his house, and laughed a little bit.  You ran your index finger up and down his arm, tracing his muscles. 

“Theo,” You stood on your tiptoes, and whispered in his ear. “If I’m going to get naked, I’m doing it in your bed.”