Imagine: Liam Dunbar - Wait It Out

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: Liam Dunbar - Promposal

Word Count: 509

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

Y/N is antsy because Liam hasn’t asked her to prom yet... 

“Maybe you should just ask him?” Emma suggested. 

You scowled at your best friend. “I am not asking him! I don’t have the guts to!”

“Well what if he doesn’t ask you?” She said, leaning against your locker. 

“I don’t know... We’ve been going out, and we’re not seeing other people... Why wouldn’t he ask me?” 

She sighed and gave up. “Well if he’s going to, then he should hurry up. Because I’m tired of you yapping about it all the time.” 

“Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly. “I’m just nervous.” 

“I know.” She scoffed. “You’ve said that about 453 times.” 

“I love you?” You told her, hoping she would ease up. 

She rolled her eyes and laughed at you. “Of course you do,” She paused and then spoke again. “What do you think of me taking someone from a different school to prom?” 

You furrowed your brows at her. “Um, I think why not? People do it all the time.” You replied. 

“Good.” She stated. 

“Who were you thinking?” You asked her. 

“Brett Talbot.” 

“He asked you?” I exclaimed. 

“No,” She smirked. “But I’m going to ask him...” She backed away from me, a big smile on her face. 

“Good luck!” I called to her. 

“Thank you!” She yelled back, strutting down the hall. 

Sometimes I wish I had Emma’s confidence. She had no problem when it came to asking people out. She was almost never rejected either. 

I was interrupted by a bunch of quiet whispers behind me. I turned to find Liam’s friends stood in a straight line. Once they saw I was looking at them, they hushed and smiled at me. 

I smiled back, “Hey, guys...” 

“Hey,” Scott replied, nonchalantly. 

“Hi, Y/N.” Stiles said. 

I looked over all of their unreadable faces. Lydia, Kira, Malia... I had no clue what they were doing... 

That’s when I saw Liam. He was walking towards me with a large duffel bag over his shoulder. My heart rate picked up when he stood in front of me. 

I said nothing, I just raised my eyebrows. 

Then Liam unzipped the bag, and tipped it upside down. Tons of lacrosse balls fell out, black writing was scribbled across all of them. 

Once they had all fallen out, I bent down to pick one up. I turned it in my hands to see what was marked on it, and my mouth dropped open. 

‘Prom?’ Was written across it in black sharpie. 

I looked at Liam, who was beaming at me. “I finally got the balls to ask you to prom...”

You laughed and he smiled even bigger. “Will you go with me, Y/N?” 

You threw your arms around his neck, catching him off guard. “Yes! Of course I will!” 

“That was adorable!” Lydia gushed. The rest of his friends clapped and you grinned at them.

“I’m oddly proud of him,” Stiles commented. 

Imagine: Theo Raeken - Ulterior Motives

Word Count: 2263

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

 Y/N was told not to interfere, she didn't listen, and her plan doesn't go as well as he was hoping it would…

“He’s dangerous.” He told her.

“Just stay out of it.” He told her.

“Don’t do anything.” He told her. 

Maybe it was these warnings that pushed her to do exactly what Scott told her not to, or maybe it was the following accusations that escaped his mouth when she had finally pushed him past his breaking point.

“Why, Scott?” She continued. “I can help, I can do this, it will work, I know it will.”  He was breathing heavily, he was angry. She wasn’t a werewolf and she didn’t need to be to know that. “I can do this.” She whispered.

That was what set him off. “I don’t know if you can!” Yelling was something Scott didn’t do often, and if he did, it wasn't directed at her. But there's a first for everything, because here he was, shouting in her face. “Y/N you liked him! You had real feelings for him, and I don’t know if you can go through with this! I don’t know if I can trust you to do what you say you can do!” 

She never took to yelling well. His loud voice brought tears to her eyes and she mentally cursed at herself for being so weak. 

“Just let someone that is actually capable to do this, do it. Please.” He lowered his voice, and backed away from her, studying her face before walking out the back door. 

She had feelings for him. Had being the key word. Her previous feelings were not going to get in the way of her doing what she needed to do to help her friends. 

“Don’t do anything.” She wasn’t going to listen. 

She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her weapon, waiting for her phone to go off with the signal. She was shaking, her arms barely holding her up as she leaned back on her mattress. Her nerves were getting the best of her and she knew that, but she was praying that they wouldn’t give her away. 

Her phone buzzed beside her, and for the first time in minutes, her eyes moved from her weapon in the corner, to her phone. Sure enough, it was exactly what she was expecting. 

Theo: Here

This was it. Once again, she focused on the object she was previously looking at. She took a deep breath before walking across the room to the humidifier. She switched it on to the highest setting and headed downstairs to get the door. 

She thought she had prepared herself to see him again, but as soon as he stood before her, the breath she so desperately wanted to suck in seemed far far away. She knew he could hear her heart beat, and judging from the smirk on his painfully gorgeous face, he was listening intently to how it sped up the moment they locked eyes. 

Feelings were exactly what she was trying to avoid, so instead of picturing pressing her lips against his, she pictured what she saw, and heard that night when Theo tried to kill Scott. 

“Theo,” She whispered, finally catching a breath. His smile grew wider and she stepped back from the door, silently offering him permission to step in. “We can go upstairs.” 

Y/N led the way to her room, and when she opened the door, she heard the promising sound of the humidifier. This was really going to work. 

Theo closed the door behind him, and walked to the centre of the room. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I think you know,” She responded, trying to sound confident. 

“I can take a guess or two,” He chuckled. “Either Scott, or your massive crush on me.”

Pretending that is comment about her crush didn’t surprise her was hard. She had no idea that he was aware of it. She was about to respond when she heard Theo suck in a deep breath, her eyes darted up to his face, and when he wheezed in another, both of their orbs flicked to the humidifier. 

“Wo-olfsbane.” He choked out, falling to his knees. 

“It won’t take long,” Deaton had told her when he handed her the oil. “In a matter of minutes he’ll be unconscious.” 

It was her turn to smirk now, she watched him struggle to catch him breath, and hold himself up, and she thought to herself, I did it.

She turned her body momentarily, scooping her phone of her bed, and unlocking it quickly, clicking Scott’s name on the iMessage list. She turned back, expecting to see Theo on the floor still, but she was rewarded with a much different situation. 

He was centimetres from her, standing tall. Her phone was out of her hand and whipped across the room before she even had time to feel surprised. He reached down, and turned off the humidifier. 

“That was clever,” He started, a big smile on his face. “The whole wolfsbane in the humidifier thing, really smart.” Her eyes were locked on her phone that now laid on the other side of the room, probably broken. He tilted her chin up, and her gaze fastened on him. “There’s just one fatal issue. I’m not a werewolf, baby. I’m a chimera.”

She staggered back a little, surprised by his close proximity. He only stepped closer in response. Terrified would be an understatement of how she was feeling right now. 

“I can smell your fear, you reak.” He laughed. “I’m not going to kill you.” She let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding when Theo said that. “Or hurt you. But I have to admit, I’m feeling a little bruised. I thought you liked me, but you tried to poison me with wolfsbane.”

She could only manage to choke out two words. “I don’t.” This made Theo chuckle, he looked down and she forced herself to keep her gaze upright. She nearly jumped when she felt his fingers grip her hips, much lower than they should have been. 

“I don’t know why you try to lie. Its obvious. You’re heart beat got even faster with a simple touch. So tell me, why did you do this? Was it to prove something to Scott?” When she didn’t respond Theo pulled her closer. “That’s it, isn’t it, Y/N. He didn’t think you would be able to actually hurt me, so you tried anyway, right?”

She couldn’t look him in the eyes any more, it was too much and she felt ashamed for not being able to do what she said she could. Scott would be disappointed, and angry that she tried. 

“It was a good attempt.” He laughed. “I want to tell you something though.” He spoke, taking a hand off her hip to pull her chin up. “I’ve always been just as infatuated with you, as you have been with me.” 

She felt it, and he could hear it, the jump her heart made when he said that. She was surprised, and happy, but also mischievous. Theo’s confession brought something new to her mind. Maybe she still could get him to Scott. 

She looked up at the blue eyed boy through her lashes, and bit her lip, hoping he would do what she wanted him so badly to do. Theo was quick to respond, and Y/N melted as soon as she felt his lips on hers. She wound one arm around his neck, and placed her other hand on his chest, investing everything in their heated kiss. 

Theo’s hands travelled, both down to her bum, where they rested, and she felt him smirk against her mouth. She pushed him away slightly, and when both his arms left from the previous position, she felt a little cold. He gripped the collar of his t shirt, and effortlessly pulled it over his head, throwing it on the ground. Theo raised his eyebrows at her, and she reached out for his hands, placing them on the bottom of her own sweater. This brought a big smile to Theo’s face and he wasted no time in doing what she wanted him to. Both their tops were left as a starter pile for the clothes to come. 

They both took steps backward in order to get to the bed, once it hit Y/N knees, she dropped laying flat on the bed. Theo undid his belt and pants, shoving them down to his ankles and stepping out. As he moved towards her, she took time to admire his physique. Theo was truly a sight to be seen. If people were wonders of the world, he would be one of the seven. He was breathtaking, a god. Sculpted perfectly. 

“These have to go,” Theo whispered, tugging Y/N’s leggings down. She didn’t object. Once her pants were on the floor, Theo was hovering over top of the frail girl, kissing everywhere on her body. Her breaths were coming out short, and she struggled to sustain moans. 

When Theo’s lips pressed to er left collarbone, she couldn’t contain the sound that escaped her throat. Theo must have liked hearing it to, because this persuaded him to apply more pressure. 

Y/N’s hands snapped onto Theo’s broad shoulders, and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his hips closer to hers. She felt his hard member press against her, and a gasp left her mouth, making Theo smile into her neck. 

Theo rocked his hips, pressing harder against her. She bit her lip, and gripped his shoulders tighter. “Do you like that, baby?” He asked.

Y/N nodded in response, squeezing her eyes shut, and bucking her hips, wanting more contact. 

“Tell me, tell me you love it.” Theo demanded.

“I love it,” She breathed out. Theo’s hips came down on hers harder this time, and Y/N moaned loudly, wanting more contact. “Please go faster, Theo.” 

He listened, rocking into her at a faster, harder pace. His lips met with hers in a sloppy kiss, she responded and moaned into his mouth, the knot in her stomach becoming more prominent. 

“More,” She whispered against his lips. She didn’t have to ask again, Theo set aside worries of hurting her, and gave her what she wanted. “Theo, I’m close.” She told him. 

“Let go, baby.” He responded. “I’m almost there,”

Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, and she gripped tighter onto Theo’s shoulders as he continued to rock against her as she rode out her high. 

He was out of breath when he rolled off her. In a hurry to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere, Y/N rolled her sweaty body onto her side, she looked at him with wide eyes and he chuckled, sucking in deep breaths.

 “You-” He started. “God.” He was at a loss for words, and for the first time that night she fought a smile. She regretted it though. That smile meant she was happy. And happy wasn’t something she wanted to feel with Theo. She was supposed to hand him over to Scott. 

 So instead of smiling, and instead of feeling happy, she pushed a single word out of her choked throat. “Stay.” He nodded, and Y/N moved so that her body rested on half of his strong chest. For moments she closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the things that she seconds ago, had forced herself to push away. She felt happy in Theo’s arms, and she wished that he could be who she wanted him to be. She wished he was better. But he wasn’t. And he never would be. 

So when his breathing evened out, and small snores began to escape his mouth, she rose from the bed and padded across the room for her phone. Once it was in her hand, she typed a few words to Scott. ‘Got him. Come over.’  

Her finger hovered over the send button for longer than it should have. She refused to look at his sleeping body on her bed while she contemplated doing what she knew she didn’t want to do. Y/N thought of Scott, and his hurtful, untrusting words. That was it. He thought she couldn’t do it. So she did. She send the text. In a matter of minutes, she was dressed.

Soon enough, Scott had sent her the same text that Theo had earlier, and Y/N made her way downstairs to open the door for him. 

When the barrier between the two was no longer present, neither of them said a word. Y/N had no clue what Scott was thinking. She closed the door after him and motioned for him to follow her upstairs. 

But he didn’t. “I told you not to do anything.” Scott spoke, not making eye contact with her. 

“And I didn’t listen.” She whispered simply. “I knew I could do this. You didn’t want to me because you wanted to protect me, I know that. But for once I wanted to feel like maybe I protected you.” She said honestly.

Scott nodded, and rested a knowing hand on her shoulder, before following her upstairs. When they entered her room, Y/N was at a complete and udder loss for words. The window was open. And Theo was gone. 

“He was here, Scott.” She stuttered. “He was here I promise.”

Part 2? 

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.”

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.”

The fact that Rudy and Drew are like besties in real life is so funny

Like how can they keep a straight face when acting as JJ and Rafe who basically hate each others guts.

I always thought it was Chase and Rudy as best friends but after a while I realized that Rudy might be more closer to Drew which is cool.

What do y'all think?

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

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.” 

Imagine: Liam Dunbar - Hunter

Word Count: 975

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

Can you do an imagine we're your a hunter and you fall for liam, but you can't be together bc hunters can't date werewolves and liam ask scott for advice but he tells him about Allison - Anon

“We can’t do this,” She spoke, her frail arms wrapping tighter around me. 

I rubbed her back and she sighed into my neck. “I know.” I replied. 

I pulled away from her,and she put her head down right away. I sensed the nerves from her as soon as my arms no longer encircled her. I placed my fingers under her chin and gently lifted up. Her face was soaked with tears. 

She immediately pushed my hand away and turned around, walking further from me. “Y/N,” I sighed. 

“You don’t need to see me cry.” She sniffed. “Please just go.” 

I walked over to her, and looked at the side of her face. My sight was limited and I could only see the glassy texture of one tear rolling down her cheek. 

I put my hands on her hips, and kissed her left shoulder. “Look at me.” 

She tried to shake her head, but I demanded again. “Look at me.” 

She turned ever so slightly, so I took it upon myself, controlling her movements and forcing her body to the side. 

Once again and pulled her chin up, and this time she didn’t push me away. She just stared up at me with wide, watery blue eyes. “You should go,” She repeated. 

I just nodded to her, because I knew that I needed to go. Her father might catch us any moment. 

I replaced my hand so they were resting gently on the sides of her face, holding her jaw. “I love you.”  I told her. 

I couldn’t be more honest about my feelings for her. I loved her. With every ounce of my being, I was in love with her. I didn’t care if I was only sixteen, I knew what we had, and what I felt was real. I couldn’t control how my pulse would race when I’d see her, or how my hands would suddenly start shaking. 

Her pulse raised when I said the words, as did the corners of her mouth, the tears that soaked her face seemed millions of miles away when she smiled like that. When she said it back to me, her pulse stayed steady. “I love you too,”

That was all I need to hear, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. Her hands went straight into my hair, and I lowered mine to her hips, pulling her as close as I could. 

Every emotion that the two of us were feeling was poured into one touch of the lips. Overbearing sense of love, with a small amount of anger, and it made for the perfect last kiss. 

She pulled away and distanced herself from me, looking down as the words fell from her swollen lips. “Bye, Liam.”

I didn’t respond, instead I took one last look at her, before I hopped out the window. 

I don’t know how long I walked for, but it had to be at least an hour. The sky was dark, and my phone kept on vibrating, but I ignored it. The more I walked, the angrier I got. 

Soon, a blue jeep pulled up beside me, and Stiles spoke quickly. “Get in Liam.” 

I got in the car, slamming the door as hard as I could before running my hands frustratingly through my hair. 

“We’ve called you like eight times.” Scott told me.

“I know.” I responded, keeping my head down.

“What’s going on?” Scott asked. “Why are you so angry?” 

I didn’t answer, I just tried to keep the rage from boiling over. I rocked back and forth, and grabbed harder onto the seats.

“Liam.” Scott repeated, “What happened?”

He waited for a few moments, and then Stiles spoke. “Is he gonna have an I.E.D meltdown in my jeep? Scott if he starts wrecking anything you’re paying for it, because you’re the one who gave little angry beta Liam wolf powers.” 

Stiles’ comment only made me more pissed off, and I could start to feel my claws coming through. 

“Stiles shut up,” Scott groaned, before turning back to me. “Liam, tell me what hap-”

This time I cut him off, my angry coming out in the form of my voice. “The hunters fucking happened, okay?” I didn’t usually swear, and I was a little surprised when Stiles didn’t make any remarks about me being too young to say that word. 

“Hunters?” Scott questioned.

I nodded and pulled my feet up onto the seat, resting my elbows on my knees, and putting my head in my hands. 

“Y/N.” I started. “Her family are werewolf hunters, and we can’t be together because of it.”

I was surprised when both of the boys started to laugh. I looked up at them, and they smiled at me. 

“Liam, being a hunter doesn’t mean shit.” Stiles laughed. 

“It does if it means her dad wants to turn me into a rug.” I replied.

“I had a girlfriend, her name was Allison.” Scott started.

I nodded, I remembered the pack talking about her at different times. 

“She was a hunter too. And we somehow managed to make it work. She decided that she didn’t want to be the same kind of hunter that her family was. She wanted to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. That’s all Y/N needs to do Liam,” He told me, a small smile on his face.

I immediately pulled my phone out of my pocket, I clicked on Y/N and I’s conversation and typed in the words, “We can make this work.” Before sending it, and opening the door. 

“I’ve got to go.” I told Scott and Stiles, sprinting down the street. 

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.”