Imagine: Liam Dunbar - Oh, Liam

Imagine: Minho - Cold?

Word Count: 1215

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

It was freezing. Today in the glade was the coldest it had ever been. In the year and a half that you’ve been here, it was never as rainy and miserable as it was now.

You had a long chilli day of working your ass off in the rain, and you were so tired. All you wanted was a nice hot shower before bed.

But I guess you weren’t the only one who wanted that…

Your already freezing naked body got into the shower to be greeted by cold water.

You refrained from swearing as you rinsed yourself off and shivered. You completed your shower routine as fast as possible and then you clothed your nearly blue body.

As you walked out of the shower house, the cold air hit you like a brick, and you shivered even more if possible.

The glade was dead. Everyone was sleeping in the homestead. You tried to walk as fast as you possibly could, when you heard a rustling behind you, you whipped around, and were startled when you saw Minho.

“Holy crap!” You sighed, “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” He smiled. Just then, you noticed how nice his smile really was. You had never really talked to him much before, and you were pleasantly surprised by his attractiveness. “I’m just on a little run around the glade. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh,” you nodded, then embarrassingly, your teeth started to chatter. You gasped and slapped your hand over your mouth.

Minho laughed, and you just looked down. Trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. That was when you saw his bare arms, he was only wearing a t-shirt, and jeans. Where as you were wearing a long sleeve shirt, a hoodie and pants.

“Cold?” He asked.

You nodded, and his smile faded. Hesitantly, he reached out to touch your cheek.

You normally would have declined, but from inches away, you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin.

“Man,” His eyes widened. “Y/N, you’re freezing!”

“I’m aware.” You snapped, getting a little grumpy. That was always how the cold made you. Angry.

“Let’s get you to the homestead.” Minho took your arm, and dragged you behind him. You were a little stunned, but you followed, loving the feeling of his hand on your cold skin.

When you entered the sleeping atmosphere, you tried your best to quiet your steps.

You were expecting to turn to your hammock, but Minho kept dragging you to the end, where his hammock was.

“Minho…” You asked. “Why are we going to yours?”

“I’m going to keep you warm,” He said. And all though you could not see his face, you already knew there was a smirk on his face.

“Oh please,” You snorted, when really, in your head, the voice came out pleading. You wanted to be warm so badly.

Minho let go of your hand, and turned to face you. He then, to your surprise, he took his shirt off.

You gasped, and tried your best to look away, but failed. Turning to sneak a peak at his abs.

“Take yours off.” He said to you, pulling off his pants as well.

“What?! No!” You whisper yelled back.

“How the hell am I supposed to warm you up if you have 18 layers of clothing blocking me from your skin?” He asked, as if you were stupid. “Just take it off.” And there was the smirk.

Although you were skeptical, what Minho said did seem rational. And sleeping in a hammock with him, and getting a little close didn’t seem all that bad either… Hesitantly, you reached for the hem of your shirt.

Minho smiled at you, and layed down on the hammock, in nothing but his underwear.

You rolled your eyes, and pulled the garment over your head. Taking your pants off as well.

“Come here,” He said.

You moved towards him, and he reached his hand out to grab yours. You took it and layed down beside him. Your shoulders just touching.

He laughed. “Oh please, Y/N.” Then he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him, your chests now pressing together. 

“God, you are freezing.” He stated the obvious once again, and intertwined your legs. 

You bit your lip and looked away, wanting to avoid eye contact with the boy you were currently in bed with. 

“I can’t really feel my feet or my hands.” 

“I can help,” He smiled a little, and took your hand in his. He held it tightly then brought it up to his mouth. He breathed on your hand for a couple seconds, and then he kissed everyone of your fingers. Making you giggle. 

“Tell me a little bit about yourself, Y/N.” He grinned. 

“I can’t really remember any of it,” You laughed. 

“Right.” Minho just smiled a little more and looked down. 

You bit your lip for a second, and looked up at him through your eyelashes. He was honestly very attractive. Seeing him up close and personal, made  him seem god like. His muscles were defined in all the right places, and his hair was perfect, as were his facial features. You weren’t exactly unlucky to be spending time cuddling with him. 

“You’re making me cold,” He said. 

You couldn’t tell now if he was joking, but either way, you didn’t want to make him cold.

“I think I’m going to go back to my hammock now…” You told him, placing your hand down on a hard surface, and pushing up.

He sat up, causing your hand to loose its balance. You accidentally grabbed his bicep to steady yourself.  Oh man…

It was large. You couldn’t fit your hand around it. It was muscular and hard, and you nearly let out a small moan at getting to feel him up for a second. 

“Just stay here,” He said. 

“I don’t want to make you cold.” You argued. 

“Lay down, Y/N,” He demanded. 

You agreed again, because how could you not. 

“What else can’t you feel?” He asked.

“Hm,” You laughed a little. “My nose.”

He laughed too, and then leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. 

Your smile fell immediately, and suddenly the words jumped out of your mouth. “I can’t feel my lips.”

Then you slapped a hand over your mouth, startled that you actually said that. 

You expected him to laugh, but he didn’t, he just smirked. “They do look a little blue… Maybe I should warm them up?” He grinned, leaning a bit closer. 

Your heart did back flips as his lips approached yours. When he was millimeters away, you felt his warm breath fanning across your lips, and you nearly lost it, your stomach tightening. That was when he closed the distance. 

You immediately moved your lips with his, loving the feeling. All your emotions were in overdrive now. All though the kiss was long, it felt so short, and you longed for more when it ended. 

“Better?”  He asked. 

“Not quite.” You replied, grabbing his neck and pulling him down. 

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?

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

Imagine: Thomas Brodie-Sangster - Necklace Part 2

Word Count: 2901

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

Part 1

“You look great babe,” You smiled at Thomas, straightening his tie. 

He gave you a slight smile, then looked away again. 

You where out for the first time in a month. For the first time since the incident. You were eager to be getting out of the house, Thomas on the other hand was not…

Over the past month, you’ve stayed in with him, in your apartment , and slowly you had been getting him to let down his barriers again, trust you again, but that was a whole different ball game when you were out on the streets.  

While you saw it as an innocent, much needed hangout with your friends, Thomas saw it as an opportunity for you to be unfaithful again. He couldn’t control you when you were in public. You were under easy reigns in your house, but here, not at all. 

As you waited for the four of your friends to arrive, you stood outside the restaurant, and tried to make conversation with Thomas, but be gave you short answers. So you just sat quietly on the bench beside him. 

You leaned back on the bench, when the door of the restaurant opened, and out came a bad looking boy with a rose in his hand. 

Your heart ached for the poor boy. He looked around for a couple minutes, and then sat on the bench next to yours. 

He looked at you, and you gave him a small smile. “I was stood up,” He managed a small laugh, “Can you tell?” 

“Sorry,” You said to him. “She’s a bitch,” 

He laughed a little bit more, and it made you feel good, you’d made him laugh. 

“David.” He said, holding out his hand. 

“Y/N,” You grinned back. 

Then he slipped the rose into your hand, and got to his feet. “You can have it,”

You began to protest. “Oh no! Maybe she’ll still come, you should keep it!”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw four people get out of a car. Erin, Mandy, Daniel, and Tanner. The friends you were meeting for dinner with. 

But David pulled you out of your thoughts. “No, I don’t want it.” He laughed. “Take it.”

You took the rose from him, and gave him a small glare before chuckling. “Thanks.” 

Before he left, he smirked, and leaned down to your ear. “By the way, she’s not a bitch, and she’s not coming back, because she is a he.”

Your eyes widened and you nearly choked, then you just laughed as he walked away. 

Thomas, stood up from the bench, and stalked towards the door of the restaurant, saying a short hello to your guys’ friends. 

You had really hoped he thought nothing of your small encounter with David, but knowing him, he did. 

But for now, he seemed normal, so you just let it go. 

You were escorted to your table, where a perky brunette greeted you cheerfully. “Hi guys! My name is Georgia, and I’ll be your waitress tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?“ She was quite pretty… Long legs, long shiny hair, thick dark eye lashes. High cheek bones. Anyone would be lying if they said they weren’t intimidated by her.  

Thomas spoke quickly,  “Yeah, can I have a vodka soda?” 

Your eyes widened as the waitress spoke back, Thomas usually wasn’t a big drinker… “Sure thing!” She smiled. 

You stared at him, staring at her as the rest of the table ordered their drinks. He was looking at her hungrily, and you were beginning to feel a tiny bit jealous. 

You purposely slid your high heel clad foot over to his leg, running it up and down. This caught his attention and you looked at the waitress. “I’ll just take an iced tea,” 

She smiled and wrote it down on the paper. “Alright, I’ll get those, and be back in a second.” Then she turned to walk away, and Thomas’ eyes went straight to her lower back. 

You glared at him and yelled, “Georgia!” 

She turned, a surprised look on her face. “Yes?”

“Can I actually get a sangria?” You smiled. “I’m going to need it to get through tonight.” 

Then she nodded and walked away, this time, Thomas didn’t look. 

From across the table, Erin caught your eye, and you gave you a worried look. You returned it with a grin, hoping she wouldn’t catch on. 

“So I was thinking that after this we could go check out that new club down the street. My friend’s cousin is a bouncer there, and he says its really good.” Daniel purposed. 

Once again, Thomas was first to speak. “I’ll go.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows, at him, and he just smirked. This earning another look from Erin. “You coming Y/N” Tom asked. 

“I guess I am,” You said quietly. “Seeing as you’re my ride home. But yeah I’ll go!” You said cheerfully to the rest of the table, trying to ignore Thomas’ rudeness. 

“Me and Tanner are in too!” Mandy grinned. “It’s sounds fun.”

You admired the way Mandy and Tanner had decided to go together, how they consulted each other first. You wished Thomas would have done the same. 

Normally he would have, but something was shaking him up. It was David… You just knew it. Coming out of your house after a month with just you and Thomas, he was nervous. You knew what was on his mind. He thought you were going to cheat again. 

You should just tell him he’s wrong, that you would never do it again, and maybe even that David was gay, but now you were just angry. His wandering eyes and shitty attitude had pissed you off. Now you just wanted to do the same. You wanted to piss him off. 

“Alright!” Georgia was back. “Here’s your guys’ drinks.” She took the small glass of vodka and soda off her tray, and smiled at Mandy and Tanner. “Excuse my reach.” Then she dramatically leaned over, her boobs nearly falling out of her tight black dress. 

Thomas enjoyed the show, he stared at all she had to offer, and small smirk on his face. “Thanks, love.” He even threw in a wink. 

If you weren’t mad before, you sure as hell were now. 

Thomas’ eyes flickered to you, and he locked his eyes on yours. Georgia gave you your sangria, and you said nothing. 

“So what can I grab you guys to eat?” Georgia asked. 

You dropped Thomas’ gaze, and picked up your drink. You put it to your lips, and before you knew it, the whole thing was gone. You put it back on the table, a loud clatter sounding. 

“Wasn’t that attractive.” Thomas snarled. 

“That’s what I go for,” You gave him a super fake smile back. “You know what, I say we skip the dinner, and just go straight to the club. I’m in the mood for a dance.” You looked at Erin after this, and she nodded. You knew she understood. 

“I agree!” She piped up. “Wouldn’t it be fun, Mandy?” 

Mandy smirked, receiving the eye contact message that the three of you had passed on. “I agree! I wanna dance.” 

Daniel laughed. “Well we do what the ladies want. We’ll take the check.”

Minutes later, Georgia was back with the check. So you all stood up and filed out of the booth. You quickly grabbed David’s rose and tucked it in your purse, hoping it wouldn’t wreck. 

“I’ve got it.” Thomas smiled, taking the check from Georgia. He looked over and then passed her a couple of bills. “Keep the change.” 

She took it from him, and stuffed it into her apron, handing him the copy of the receipt. 

From where you were standing, you saw an abnormal amount of writing on it. 

Then you stepped closer, and you could make out what it said. 

thanks! -georgia 

But under this, there was a number scribbled down. 

Thomas smirked at her, and put the receipt into his back pocket. Then he watched her daunt away. 

Words couldn’t describe the amount of anger you felt towards him. But a shit ton of liquor and some dancing could make it all go away. 

You were the first out the door. Erin and Mandy beside you. 

“Whats going on with you two?” Mandy asked. 

“I have no fucking clue,” You lied, you knew exactly what it was. 

You left your cars in the parking lot, and walked to the club. When you arrived at the door, Daniel stepped forward greeting the bouncer. They exchanged multiple words, and then he smiled and nodded you in. 

You could feel the bass as you entered the door, you loved the atmosphere. You already forgot about Thomas as he trailed behind you. You, Erin and Mandy went straight to the bar, and leaned against it. It wasn’t long before a bar tender saw, and came walking towards you. 

“What can I get you ladies?” 

“Sexy monkey!” You yelled to him, a smile on your face. 

“Sure thing, babe. How about you two?” 

Just as the other girls answered, you felt two hands snake their way around your waist. Thomas rested his lips against your hair and you rolled your eyes. 

“Here you are,” The bar tender gave you your drink, avoiding eye contact with you, now that you had a sudden attachment. 

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” Thomas whispered in your ear. 

You giggled and took a sip of your drink before turning in his arms. “Mhm, your best friend, last night.” 

Then you pushed him away from you, and reached for Mandy’s arm, you walked over to Daniel and Tanner. They stood patiently watching you, and you smiled at them. 

“Can you get a table, babe?” Erin asked Daniel. 

“I’m sure I can find one, going for a dance?” 

“You bet,” She smirked.

“I’ll take your bags,” He groaned, with a little laugh. 

“Thanks Dan!” She chirped, kissing him on the cheek.

“Have fun,” He said to her, the right side of his mouth quirking up a little. 

You passed your bag to Daniel as well and then he turned to find a table. 

You immediately trotted over to the dance floor, squeezing in between the clumps of people, Erin and Mandy following you. 

You jumped up and down trying your best to move to the beat of the music. Songs and songs passed, and you could feel a thin layer of sweat glowing on your chest. You wondered where Thomas was, if he was watching you. 

If he was watching you…  

Then, you got an idea, you smirked and moved back a little, pressing into the guy behind you, he didn’t mind either, you bent over and he grabbed your hips. 

Now you really hoped Thomas was watching. 

You had no clue how long you and the man behind you were in contact for, it couldn’t have been more than 15 seconds, but your arm was yanked, and you were dragged out of the crowd of dancing people. 

You smirked as you saw Thomas’ tight jaw. His face livid. 

He said nothing, but he kept a tight grip on your arm, he just walked you towards the table, and grabbed your bag. “We’re going home.” He growled. 

You didn’t protest, he was mad. This was what you wanted. You wanted him to feel as you had felt. Angry, and jealous. 

You were chilled as you walked out of the club, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself. 

Thomas held your bag out for you, and you were about to take it, when he pulled it back, digging his hand into the pockets. 

You furrowed your brows, when he grabbed out the rose. Then he handed your bag back. 

“What’re you doing?” You asked him. 

No response. He just threw the rose into a garbage can as you travelled to your car. 

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, almost letting out a laugh at his blind spot. He had no clue that David was gay, and you didn’t plan on telling him. 

When you got to the car, nothing changed. Silence. Silence all the way home. 

You were a little disappointed that he pulled you out of the club for nothing. You’d much rather be dancing with your friends then sitting at home with Thomas, who was currently giving you the silent treatment.

To your surprise, Thomas opened the door for you. You walked through and tried to continue, but to your surprise once more, Thomas grabbed your arm. 

He slammed the door, and you turned to face him. “What the fuck was that?” 

“What was what?” You played dumb, and he smirked a little.

“You’re not drunk, Y/N. I didn’t stutter, what was that?”

“I’m aware of my sobriety.” You informed him, “But I have no clue what you are talking about.”

You slapped his grip off your arm, and took off the the kitchen, you were about to open the fridge to grab a bottle of water. But Thomas closed the door. 

“That dance,” He growled. 

“Oh yeah!” You smiled sarcastically, “It was fun!” 

He huffed out a breath, and stepped closer to you. “You are honestly such a bitch sometimes.”

“I am not!” You argued. 

“I only allowed this night to happen because I thought I could trust you not to whore around with other guys for a couple hours, but I guess I can’t.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Are you kidding me? First of all, you did not allow this night to happen, I could have left this apartment any time I wanted to. And second of all, I was not whoring around. You were.”

“Me?” He questioned. “I was whoring around?”

 “Yes! You were! That waitress was all over you! You did nothing to stop her!” 

“Just as you did nothing to stop that guy that was groping you at the club right? And that one hitting on you before we went into the restaurant.”

“Oh please,” You tried to end the conversation by walking away, but once again, your arm was taken in his hand, and he whipped you around. 

“We’re not done here,” He snarled. 

You just stared at him. His jaw was clenched, and his lips pressed together in a straight line. Right now, as much as you wanted to deny it, you badly wanted to kiss that angry look off his face. 

His feelings must have been much the same, because before you could react, his lips were on yours. You immediately kissed back, grabbing at his hair, he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, and you yanked at his tie. 

You were incredibly mad at him, but you wanted him so bad. 

You pushed him away. And looked at him. His lips swollen. “Tom, are you mad?”

“I’m fucking pissed,” He replied, connecting your lips. 

You pulled away again. “I’m sorry,” The words surprised you even. But if there was anything you didn’t want, it was to have angry sex and to go to sleep mad at eachother. 

“What?” He was just as surprised as you were. 

“I said I’m sorry.” You repeated. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was so lonely when you were gone, and I was so wasted, when I saw that guy, he had the same necklace as you, and I thought he was you, and I just missed you so much, I know it’s no excuse, but I would never intentionally hurt you like that Tom. And tonight, I was just so angry at you, and so jealous, and I think I finally know how you feel. I’ll never do it again. And that guy at the restaraunt was gay.”

You said this, and his face faltered, a light smile appeared on his face and he moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your frame. You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I’m sorry too, baby.” He mumbled into your neck. “I shouldn’t have held a grudge this long.”

You pulled his head up and knotted your fingers in his hair. “I love you,”

He grinned and leaned his forehead on yours. “I love you too.”

Then he kissed you. And it was a real kiss. His lips molded onto yours perfectly, and passionately. 

This was the first time in so long that he had kissed you with this much love. He was the one. You were so sure of it. 

He pulled away, and unbuttoned his shirt. You bit your lip and hooked your finger on the chain around his neck, using his necklace to pull him closer. When he connected your lips again, your hands travelled downwards. You groped his butt and he smiled into the kiss, then you reached into his pocket and grabbed the dinner receipt, breaking the kiss to rip it in half. 

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: 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 - Wait It Out

Word Count: 2101

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Can you do an imagine where the pack all gets sick, like slowly then all at once not knowing what to do because they haven’t been sick in a while so they all meet at Derek’s loft to see what's going on, but its nothing fatal so they wait it out and then Liam and the reader get all cute and stuff? 

“And I had no clue what to do, so I just guessed, so I’m sure I-” You stopped and looked at Liam, who clearly wasn’t listening. He was staring at the ground, a nauseous look on his face. His usual clear complexion looking paler than usual, and slightly green. “Liam are you okay?” You asked him.

“Hm?” He stuttered, looking up. 

“I asked if you were okay…” You repeated. “You look kinda sick.”

“Na, I’m okay.” He tried to smile. 

“Maybe you should go home…” You told him. “You really don’t look good.”

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He insisted. 

You studied him once more, then decided not to argue with him. “Okay. Let’s go to English then.”

“Alright.” He agreed, grabbing his books and following you down the hall. 

As you sat in your desk while the teacher talked, you couldn’t bring yourself to listen, your focus was more trained on Liam. 

Every once and while you would glance at him. He seemed to be looking worse every minute. He rubbed at his neck while coughing, and you felt genuinely worried for him. And then half way through the class, he was asleep, head rested on his desk. And that’s the way he stayed. 

When the bell rung, signalling the end of your third class, you watched as the rest of the class got up, and filed out of the classroom, while Liam stayed, sleeping soundly on his desk. 

You walked over to your best friend, and sighed, a small smile growing on your face. He looked adorable. You couldn’t help but think how nice it would be to wake up next to that in the morning. There was no denying the massive crush you had on Liam. 

You reached out and rested your had on his forehead, feeling the burning surface. Seconds later, he was awake, and taking hold of your hand. He grabbed your small wrist in his large hand, and you felt tingles fill the contacted skin. You nearly gasped, but you stopped yourself. 

“You’re burning up, Liam.” You told him. “Go home, get some rest.” 

“Maybe I will…” He finally gave in. 

“Good choice. I’ll walk you to the nurses office.” You offered. 

“No, go to class. I’ll be okay. I’ll call my mom.” He tried to smile once again, and your heart ached for the sick boy. 

“Okay,” You nodded. “Feel better, Li.” You smiled, walking out of the classroom. 

As the rest of the day passed on, you found yourself wanting to text Liam, just to make sure he got home okay, but you stopped yourself, knowing that he most likely did, and was probably sleeping now. When the bell finally rang, you nearly jumped out of your seat, excited to get home yourself. 

When you got to your locker, the first thing you heard was a chorus of coughs coming from a couple lockers down, you looked innocently, noticing the culprit was Scott…

“Scott you okay?” You asked.

“Yeah I’m good,” He tried to push a grin the same way Liam did, but failed. 

“Are you sure? You don’t seem alright. Liam went home earlier today because he wasn’t feeling good as well.” You explained.

“Really?” Scott asked. “That’s strange. We don’t usually get sick… I don’t know what’s happening.”

“You think this could be something supernatural?” You asked.

“Yeah, this has never happened.” He replied. “I’m gonna call Deaton.”

You nodded. “Good idea.” You watched as he held the phone to his ear, mumbling a series of words that you couldn’t exactly make out. 

He hung up and you raised your eyebrows at him, “He doesn’t know what it is, but Derek’s got it too. He was there a half hour ago.”

“Oh man,” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Should I go and tell Liam?” 

“Can you call him? Derek wants to meet at his loft in a couple minutes, I’ll drive you over. I’m gonna call Stiles and tell him to bring Malia too.” 

You pulled your phone from your pocket and dialled Liam’s number. His groggy voice answered the other end of the line, and you smiled. “Hey Liam, can you meet the pack at Derek’s in a couple minutes? It’s important. Everyone is sick.” 

“Yeah,” He replied. “I’ll be there soon.”

You nodded and hung up the phone, Scott flicked his head towards the door, and you followed him over to Stiles’ Jeep where they were waiting for you, a pale Malia in the passenger seat, and a worried Stiles beside her. The two of you hopped in, and Stiles wasted no time in speeding towards Derek’s. 

You patiently looked out the window. There was a large pit of worry in your stomach. What if this was something bad? What if it was fatal? What if Liam was dying? 

You looked at Scott, his head was rested on the window, eyes closed, his breathing even. The same for Malia. Light snores escaped her open mouth. 

“You’re thinking it too, aren’t you?” Stiles’ voice startled you. 

You knew what he meant. “Yeah. Of course I am.” 

“It’s hard not to.” He commented. “What if they die?

“I know. They’ve gone up against the enemy so many times, and faced death so many times, It’s never even crossed my mind that they could go to something as stupid as a sickness. I always thought that if one of them did die, they would go fighting, knowing they’re life was at stake, ya know?” 

“Like Allison?” Stiles’ whispered. 

“Yeah,” You answered. “Like Allison.” 

There was a few more moments of silence before Stiles’ spoke again. “Liam.” He stated. “Do you love him?”

Your eyes widened, and you nearly choked. No.Was the first thing that came to your mind. But it was no use lying to Stiles. This was a question he already knew the answer to. 

“Yes.” You replied. 

Stiles did nothing but smile, and for a moment you did too. 

The Jeep pulled up in front of the big building, and you gently tapped Scott’s shoulder. He woke with a start, and then a cough, and muttered a thanks, before getting out of the Jeep. 

You followed the three up to Derek’s loft to meet with him and Deaton, they were already waiting, standing against a table when you walked in the door. 

Derek might have looked the worst out of all, his skin was sickly pale. He looked weak, as if he were barely living. 

Stiles smiled at this, “Hey Derek,” He chirped, “Wanna arm wrestle? I bet I’ll beat ya now.” 

There was no reaction, Stiles just spent a minute laughing at his own joke, and Derek glared at him. 

You heard the door open behind you, and you immediately turned around, knowing who it was. 

Liam shuffled in, grey and tired as ever, and your heart ached for him. 

He stood on the other end of the line beside Scott, and you stomach sunk a tiny bit, as little of a deal as this was, you kind of wanted him to stand beside you. 

“As you all know, sickness is not a common encounter for wolves. Most wolves go their whole lives without experiencing it, but no, it’s not impossible. What you all have is a virus called the ‘rapaces flu’, its a flu not known among men, only among the supernatural. As all of you are wondering, it is not fatal.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, and looked at Liam, he was already looking at you, but when you met eyes, he looked away.

“It is highly contagious though, so to prevent the spread to other wolves, like Brett, or Satomi’s pack, I recommend you all stay here, and wait it out. It will be gone in 8-10 hours.” Deaton nodded, and headed for the door. 

A few exchanges were made, but mostly everyone went straight for a couch. Derek was in his bed, Malia sprawled out on the recliner, and Liam was laying on the couch. Scott made a bee line for the love seat beside the door. 

You smiled a little, and lifted yourself onto the table, and rested your back against the wall. Stiles came and sat beside you, and for two hours, while everyone slept, you and him exchanged pointless conversations, played countless games of x’s and o’s, and threw things at Scott while he slept. 

“I’m kinda tired too,” Stiles yawned. 

You smiled at him, and nodded your head towards Malia. He grinned and made his way over there, laying down on the recliner with her. 

You decided to move too. You walked over to the couch, and looked at Liam, he was sleeping soundly. You sat down on the edge, and felt his forehead. Ice cold. You winced and felt grabbed his hand, ice cold. 

This awoke, him and he moaned a little, making you almost lose your mind. 

“You’re warm,” He said groggily. He caught your hand and held it for a moment, before running his own up your arm and to your neck. “It’s freezing in here.” He said. 

“No, you’re just sick.” You giggled. 

“Lay down,” 

Your eyes widened. What did he just say? What did he just tell you to do?

“Huh?” Was all you were able to get out. 

He laughed a little, his hand sliding down to your waist, pulling slightly. “I said lie down, you’re so warm.”

“O-okay.” You mumbled, laying down. Your back was to his chest now, and he immediately wrapped his arm around you, wasting no time in getting close. 

He nestled his head into the crook of your neck, and stayed there for a couple seconds. “You smell good,” He mumbled.

Shit. You thought. He was just stringing you in deeper. You’re already in love with him, and here he goes, saying all this stuff and making you think that maybe, just maybe, he likes you too, but he doesn’t. And you know that. Because it’s Liam. 

“I’m gonna go,” You say, getting up, tears filling your eyes. You didn’t need to lay here and be led on. It would hurt too much when he went back to flirting shamelessly with other girls tomorrow.  

Liam furrows his eyebrows and pulls you back down effortlessly. “Don’t leave,” He begs. 

You huff and wipe your tears quickly, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But of course he did.

“Y/N,” He said, “Look at me,”

“Huh?” You said again. Famous last words. 

“Face me, now.” He demanded, not sounding sick anymore. 

You groaned in annoyance, not wanting to let him see you cry, but you turned your laying body to face him any way. 

He looked at you, eyes filled with concern. “Why are you crying?”

You didn’t say anything. You just avoided eye contact with him. 

“Y/N,” He said again. “Tell me,”

You just shook your head. “No.”

He didn’t respond to this. He surprisingly reached up, and wiped the tears from your face. Then even more surprisingly, he kissed your cheek softly. 

You shook your head again, “Don’t,” You said, pushing him away softly. 

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you-”

You cut him off. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like you like me. Because you don’t. Don’t pretend like I’m your girlfriend, because I’m not, and it’s just going to hurt me in the end, so don’t do it.” You say, tears falling from your eyes. 

Liam was appalled. He just stared at you for a couple seconds. 

“I’m gonna go,” You said, again, but, again, Liam pulled you down. His time differently. 

He yanked so hard that you fell on to him, connecting your lips. Your kisses you long, and passionate, and when you pull away, the wind is knocked out of you. 

“What if I do like you though?” He said, out of breath, “And what if I want you to be my girlfriend?” 

You just stare at him for a second. “Then I guess you can do that,” 

This time, it’s softer, his arms wrap around you, and his lips attach themselves to yours softly. “I’ve loved you for so long,” 

“Me too, Li.” You smile at him. 

私は愛とは何かを知っているのであれば,それはあなたのおかげです。 if I know what love is, it is because of you ♡  happy valentine’s day, @jpnharry ♡ 

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. 

@ Jeff Davis

next time you add a bad guy to the show make sure he isn’t cody fucking christian pls & thank you cast some ugly ass bitch that will be easy to hate. sincerely, a frustrated, confused and horny fandom