@ Jeff Davis

Imagine: Liam Dunbar - Oh, Liam

Word Count:1 279

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Y/N is a dancer, and she’s practising with her male choreographer, and Liam comes to watch… He get’s a tiny bit jealous when he see’s how the teacher get’s to touch her. 

“You need to get your left leg straighter on your Russian, because your right looks fantastic and the other is further down. It looks uneven.” Evan told you. 

You nodded and looked at yourself in the mirror. A thin layer of sweat covered your body. You were nearly dying with the amount of clothing you were wearing and it wasn’t even that much. A pair of black capree leggings, with a black sports bra, and a thin, sheer white tank top. Your hair was in a ponytail, and you were dancing barefoot. 

“Try switching the jump around. Instead of coming in from the left, try coming in from the right, I think it might help.”

You nodded again, and moved to the other side of the room. You wiped your forehead, and took a deep breath. 

“Go for it.” Evan spoke. “5, 6, 7, 8.” 

With that you took off. You chassé’d to the right, took a step and then launched into the Russian. After landing, you planted your left foot then your right in a prepare, and spun into a double pirouette.

Evan turned off the music, a big smile on his face. “Amazing.” He grinned. 

You sighed in relief and laughed a little. “Coming in from the right worked.” You acknowledged. 

“That’s cause I’m smart.” Evan walked up, and positioned himself behind you. “I want you to finish this off with another chassé, then a double tuck, into a shenay, then jeté  to the ground.”

You nodded and he took hold of your arm. “This needs to be super strong for your jumps, otherwise they’re going to look sloppy. Your shoulders need to be down, and arms straight.” Evan gave a little push on your shoulders, emphasizing his point. “And one more thing, about your Russian.” He moved his hands down to your hipbones. “You need to keep your headlights straight. Don’t move one hip to the lean of your leg.” 

“Got it.” You nodded, and he stepped out of the way, starting the music again. He counted, and once again, you took off. Starting the routine over again, and finishing off as he said. Another chassé, a double tuck, into a shenay, then a  jeté to the ground. 

“Yes!” He shouted. 

You laughed, and rolled over, just sitting for a moment. 

“That was great!” Evan trotted over and held out his hands to pull you up, you grabbed onto them, and stood. “I think that’s good for today.” He spoke again. “Go home and get some rest, come back tomorrow, and we’ll add on.” 

“Sounds good,” You said, heading for the door, Evan following. “See you tomorrow.”

When you stepped out of the room, you were greeted by your boyfriend, Liam. “Hey, Li!” You smiled, although you were confused as to why he was here. 

“Hey babe,” He replied giving you a kiss on the head. 

His language was dually taken note of. Babe? he rarely called you that… Something was up. 

He tried to pull you in for a hug, but you stepped back. “I’m all sweaty,” You told him. 

“I don’t care, give me a hug.” He demanded. It sounded like he was trying to joke, but it sounded a bit harsh as well. 

“Why’d you come?” You asked him, ignoring his widespread arms. He was acting strange…

“I wanted to watch you dance, is that alright?” He questioned. “I thought maybe I’d walk you home…” Liam dropped his arms to his sides, and looked at you angrily. “Am I not allowed to do that for my girlfriend?”

He was getting mad now, so you decided it was better to drop all your questions and not argue with him. “Yes, you are.” You smiled at him. “That’s lovely, thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his torso, and he gave in, hugging you back. 

“Ready to go?” You asked. 

“You bet.” He replied, pulling away from your hug. 

As you walked out of the studio, Liam grabbed onto your hand. This was also a little strange. He wasn’t one to hold your hand often, or show any kind of PDA, he saved that for when you were alone. 

“Are you alright, Liam?” You asked him, hoping he’d tell you what was going on.

“Yeah, completely fine.” He smiled. 

You just nodded, and walked in silence for a few minutes. 

Once you were getting close to your house, Liam spoke up. “You’re a great dancer, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Li.” You blushed a little, and he laughed. 

“Maybe I’ll come watch some more of your classes.” He noted. 

“Okay, I don’t mind.” 

“So, your teacher…” Liam trailed off. 

“Oh yeah, Evan?” You asked. “He’s great.”

“I bet.” Liam murmured incoherently. “Do the rest of your teachers touch you like that too?” 

That’s when it dawned on you. Liam was a little jealous. You nearly laughed at his remark, but you just nodded in response. 

As you stepped onto your porch, Liam spoke again. “Don’t you have any female teachers?” 

“Mm, nope.” You unlocked the door, and stepped inside, closing it after you and Liam, deciding to play with him a little. “Just boys.” 

“Oh.” He tensed a little. 

“Liam.” You said, and he looked up at your smirking face. You stepped closer to him, and once again wrapped you arms around his waist. “Are you jealous?”

“What?” He almost yelled. “Of course not. Why would I be?” 

You raised your eyebrows at him, and he sighed. “A little I guess.”

You giggled, and he pulled away from you. “Don’t laugh at me.”

You bit your lip, and held in your laughs. “I’m sorry, but you have no reason to be.” 

He just rolled his eyes, so you spoke again. “I said you have no reason to be.”

“I know.” He gave in, “But I just don’t like it when he gets to touch you like that.” Liam placed his hands where Evan had earlier, and squeezed a little. “These are mine.” He moved his hands to your bum, and you squealed. “This is mine,” He said breathily, moving his hands again. This time it was to your hands. “All mine.” He brought them up to his mouth, and kissed them, making you blush. Then he pecked each of you shoulders, whispering again. “Mine.” And finally he got to your lips. “These are defiantly mine.” He grinned, before kissing you. 

The next day, Liam walked you to class, and stood by the window to watch you dance. 

You walked into the room, and smiled at Evan. “Hey,”

“Hey, Y/N!” 

You put your bag at the front of the room, and Evan nodded towards the window, where Liam was staring down at his phone, but was probably listening intently. “That your boyfriend?” 

You smiled. “Yeah, that’s Liam.”

“He’s got really cool eyes.” Evan noted. 

You furrowed your brows at him. “What?”

“His eyes,” Evan said. “They’re really cool.”

“Oh, yeah… I guess.” You responded, a little confused. 

“I saw you two hugging yesterday, he was looking right at me. His eyes are like bright yellow.”

Then you caught on. 

You looked towards the window at Liam, he was already looking at you too, a sheepish grin on his face. 

You just rolled your eyes, and sighed. “Oh, Liam.”

Imagine: Theo Raeken - Appreciated

Word Count: 571

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Its you, who somehow is always the first to take care of me at my worst. 

Theo closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, his apartment was completely dark, the sound of a steady heartbeat close by. It was Y/N, she must have decided to stay overnight. The pain in Theo’s abdomen was becoming less prominent as time went on. It was a deep cut, and would take days to heal, he knew that.

A low growl escaped his mouth as he stepped on the back of his shoes to pull them off. A particularly harsh wave of pain caused Theo’s hand to fly up to his chest, where he felt just how soaked with blood his shirt had become. 

It startled him when he looked up to find his frightened looking girlfriend. He wasn’t paying attention to any sounds around him, his focus was previously on his wound, but now it was all on the girl standing a few feet away from him. Her eyes were trained on the blood on his T shirt. 

This was a regular occurrence, Y/N was used to having Theo come home hurt. She hated it, but she did what she could for him. 

The two exchanged no words, just a quick glance. Y/N held her hand out and Theo took it without a second thought. She led him to the bathroom, and turned on the light, both of their eyes taking a second to adjust. 

She was careful with her hands, but still forceful, so Theo knew there was no objecting. Her fingers latched onto his hips, moving him over and pushing him back into the counter. 

Theo had his gaze trained on her the whole time, while her eyes never met his. She pushed the jacket off his shoulders, and tugged at the bottom of his shirt, signalling him to take it off. He did as gestured, and heard her heart jump when she saw the deep gash. 

“It’s bad,” Her frail voice finally spoke out. Theo didn’t reply. She wet a wash cloth in the sink, and Theo had to refrain from growling when the rough surface of the towel touched his sensitive skin. She rubbed and dabbed for what felt like hours, and when she was finally done, Theo let out a small sigh.

Y/N searched the cupboards to find bandages and a tenser, and all the while, still Theo kept staring at her. 

He was lucky, she took care of him, even if he didn’t exactly need it. She was more than he could ask for, understanding and caring. Something Theo hadn’t seen for a long time.

He let her do her work, bandaging the cut to avoid a mess, and wrapping the tenser around his torso to keep pressure applied. It was when she was done that a small smile graced Theo’s face. 

She grabbed his shirt and examined the blood stain, “This is going to be hard to get out.” She observed.

He laughed a little and pulled his shirt from her grasp, throwing it to the ground and grabbing at her hips. He planted an unexpected kiss on her lips, leaving her breathless. “You’re amazing, I love you.” 

She smiled in return. “I love you too.” Y/N grabbed his hand again, leading him to his bedroom this time. They laid down on their sides, and Y/N placed herself behind Theo, letting a hand grasp onto his bicep as she cuddled into his back. 

Theo: *Sends Donovan after Stiles.*

Me: It's okay. He probably has a reason. He's a good guy.

Theo: *Sells out Scott, Kira, Stiles & Lydia to doctors.*

Me: It's okay. He probably has a reason.

Theo: *Burns my house down.*

Me: It's okay.

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 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: 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. 

Imagine: Theo Raeken - Strip Poker

Word Count: 778

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No 

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

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

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

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

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

“Feeling lucky?” He chuckled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It means... You take it all off.”

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

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

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

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 - Mortified

Word Count: 1149

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This, was really happening. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Imagine: 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.