Imagine: Brett Talbot - That’s Embarrassing

Imagine: Liam Dunbar - Promposal

Word Count: 509

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good.” She stated. 

“Who were you thinking?” You asked her. 

“Brett Talbot.” 

“He asked you?” I exclaimed. 

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

“Good luck!” I called to her. 

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

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

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

I smiled back, “Hey, guys...” 

“Hey,” Scott replied, nonchalantly. 

“Hi, Y/N.” Stiles said. 

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

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

I said nothing, I just raised my eyebrows. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 681

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Correct.” He responded, still smirking.

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

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

“I just moved here.” You explained.

“What is your name?” 

“Y/N.” 

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

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

“I’m Klaus.” 

Imagine: Newt - Grossly In Love

Word Count: 509

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

could you make a imagine where y/n and newt are in the hammock taking a cheesy chat? from thomas POV and he left because it's so cheesy. ill be really glad if you can do that. Sorry for my english - Anon

My peaceful sleep came to an abrupt end, when someone laughing startled me awake.

“Newt!” 

It was Y/N. Her high pitched flirty giggle was all it took for me to realize they had laid down in the hammock three or four over from me. 

Her laughing drowned out, and the sound of them moving around and getting comfortable was all to be heard. 

“Newt,” Y/N questioned. 

“Yeah?” His accent rung back.

“Will you still be with me when we get out of the maze? If we do?” 

I felt like groaning. Why the hell was I still in here? If it weren’t for my aching body, and my want for relaxation, I would have left as soon as the couple came in. 

“Of course I will, I wouldn’t dream of not being with you.” He replied. “And we will get out,” 

“Sometimes I don’t think so...” Y/N said, a little quieter.

“I used to think the same way. But then Thomas came... And then you.” 

My ears perked up at the mention on my name, and I awaited what he was to say next. 

“For some reason, Thomas gives me real hope. He’s smart, and I think he might find the way out.” 

“I hope so.” Y/N said, fidgeting a little. 

“You give me hope too,” Newt began to speak, and once again, I felt like groaning. This was going to get real cheesy, real fast. 

“I have a reason to try now... Before I didn’t. I used to think I didn’t have a reason to live, but now, I do. You are my reason. I want to stay alive for you, and I want to find a way out for you.” 

Y/N didn’t reply, but I could almost feel her smile. This conversation, while making me feel super uncomfortable, also made me wish I had a significant other. They were so happy together, and I wanted someone to feel that way with. 

“I love you, baby.” Newt cooed.

“Mm, I love you too.” Y/N replied. 

They were quiet for a couple minutes, so I closed my eyes again, and sighed, thinking they had fallen asleep, but then, Y/N abruptly asked, “Have you thought about having kids?”

My eyes shot open, and Newt laughed. “I’ve thought about it...” He trailed off. “But I’ve thought about the process more...” Then I heard the sound of small moans, and lips locking together. 

I silently winced. 

“Newt! No!” Y/N scolded. “What if there’s someone in here? Let go of my shirt!” 

Then I shook my head rapidly. “Oh no.” I thought to myself. 

“There’s no one in here!” Newt reassured her, laughing. 

Then I decided to pipe up. “There’s someone in here.” 

I heard a small gasp from Y/N and then Newt swore under his breath.

“And I’m leaving,” I continued, getting up. “You guys are grossly in love, and it’s sickening.” 

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 - 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: Liam Dunbar - Hunter

Word Count: 975

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hunters?” Scott questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Imagine: Newt - Apologize

Word Count: 1964

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

This imagine was inspired by multiple messages between okaynewt, and an anon. Enjoy! 

“My god, Newt!” You shouted. 

Once again, no reaction. At this point, you had forgotten what you were even fighting about in the first place, you just wanted him to care. You were so angry, and it had no effect on him. He just watched you rage and did nothing about it. 

You stared at him long and hard before, shoving him back. “Show some god damn emotion, Newt! You don’t even care.”

You knew he cared. Of course he did. But it was Newt. The rational, sweet heart. He knew that yelling at each other wouldn’t solve anything. He just wanted to let you blow off steam. 

You had no clue whether it was the accusations of him not caring, or if it was when you shoved him, but his eyes were now a little darker. He clenched his jaw, as if to hold his words, but they eventually poured out. 

“You bloody want me to scream at you? What the hell is that going to do for either of us?” 

His sudden burst, as much as you hated it, it was hot. The veins in his neck became visible, and his jaw clenched. You weren’t supposed to be turned on by this, you were supposed to be mad. But he was just so fucking gorgeous. 

You tried to focus on your anger, and not the overwhelming, and growing sexual tension. You just stare at him.  

“Oh yeah? So know you’re not going to talk to me?” Newt pushes. “I thought you wanted me to react?”

You continue to look at him, just blinking. 

The anger in his face almost completely fades, and he steps towards you. “Are you alright? Did I scare you?” 

No. You think to yourself. You’re not exactly sure how to say that seeing him angry makes you want to jump his bones. “I was just startled.” You say. Then you scoff a little. “As if you could scare me, Newt.” You step back, bumping into the kitchen counter, not wanting him to be any closer. The proximity between you two might just be too much, and you might end up stroking his hair, or touching his face, but you can’t do that. You’re too stubborn. So you cross your arms and say, “I’m still mad at you.”

Newt stays where he is, you can tell that he’s worried. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten you. “Well, maybe I’m mad at you too.” He tells you. 

You grin a little, letting out a little huff. “Well at least you’re showing it now.” You were excited that you had broken past his usual passive aggressive glare. “So, are you going to apologize now?” You asked, a small smirk on your face. 

Newt scoffs, and shakes his head. “Why would I apologize? I haven’t done anything wrong. You should be the one saying sorry to me,” You knew this might happen. His overly rational mind was stopping him from ending this fight because he knew, and you knew, that he didn’t do anything wrong. 

You stand there for a long moment, glaring at eachother. Then surprisingly, he takes a step forward. “You sure you don’t want to apologize?” He taunts. 

Newt made you like a teenager again. Horny and moody, and his close proximity was making it harder to stay mad. You growl and then protest. “Who said I did anything wrong? I don’t want to apologize to you. Stoic Newt, huh? The guy who never does anything wrong, right? You’re just the epitome of perfection.” You mock. 

This doesn’t rattle him in the slightest. He just replies, eyes narrowed. “Did I ever tell you how bloody loud you are? You probably pissed off all the neighbours for one.” He shoots back. “You started a fight with me. You knew you wouldn’t win, because I didn’t do anything wrong. So you should apologize to me.” 

You’re counting the steps, one more, and he’ll be right in front of you. Less then a few inches apart. But you’re still not ready to give in. You put your hands on your hips. “Whatever, Newt. Fuck you. It’s like you don’t even care at all, You barely even reacted.”

“Bloody hell, when you pick fights over every little thing its kind of hard to react.” He rolls his eyes. “I could use up all of my energy fighting you.” He runs a hand through his hair, nearly breaking you. 

You shake your head. brushing his alluring movements off. “Well if everything I pick a fight over is so insignificant to you, why do you even bother to stick around?”

Now this time. This time. Newt does explode. He swiftly steps forwards, his hands grabbing at the counter on either side of you. His angry face leaning towards you, he just glares. 

You are left just staring up at him, his tall figure almost towering above you. 

You leave the air silent for a moment. He’s too angry, and you’re just breathless. 

“Well?” You aim to push his buttons more. “You gonna pack your things because of all the fights I start with you?” 

You know have a different type of silent Newt staring down at you. You’ve managed to push past his quiet passive stage. He’s seething at the idea that he could leave after a stupid fight like this one. He can’t even speak he’s so angry. He’s never not been the calm one, and here he is, taking deep breathes trying to do so. 

If you were to inch forward you’d be pressed against him. You’re not exactly sure how he’ll react to your touch now, but that doesn’t stop you. You brush your fingers across his chest. “Well?” You test, waiting for a reply to your question. 

Your touch makes his hands clamp down on the counter even tighter. “I’m not bloody leaving.” He says through clenched teeth. He’s never sounded this angry before. “I’m not a fucking child.” He states. “How dare you?”

“You sure?” You press on. “Cause I think the silent treatment is kind of childish.”

He leans forward even more know, locking you in place. “Say it again. I dare you.” 

The counter is pressing into your back, but Newt doesn’t move a muscle. “I said, the silent treatment is kind of childish.” You have always pushed Newt’s buttons, but never before have you received a reaction quite like this. It almost makes you want to see how far you can go. 

He just shakes his head, a grim smile plastered on his lips. He lets out a harsh laugh. “Sometimes you can be a real bitch.” He says, his voice lower than usual. 

Fuck is he ever attractive when he’s angry. One last push. 

“Only when you make me one, Isaac.” You place your hands against his chest, pushing lightly. 

You feel him freeze momentarily at the mention of his first name. He hates it. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.” 

You smirk at him, and shrug your shoulders. “Sometimes I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do to get a rise out of you. In more ways then just one.” You say sarcastically glancing down in the direction of his groin. 

Snap. Something inside of Newt went. “Fuck you.” He snarls. 

“Wouldn’t you like to.” You grin. “You’d love to right now, huh, Isaac?”

He wants to scream at you. You can just tell. But you also know he does want to fuck you. 

“Apologize.” He barks. “You started this bloody fight, you end it.” 

You scoff. “No fucking way! You!”

Newt growls, and one of his hands moved from the counter to your waist, gripping harshly and catching you off guard. “You’re so fucking stubborn.”

You bite your lip, and your fingers curl around his shirt. “So that must be a sign that you should just say sorry.”

Newt lets out a sinister chuckle. “I’ve apologized too many times, its your turn.”

You laugh and shake your head. “When the hell have you ever apologized?” Your fingers tighten around his shirt, and his on your hip. Nearly bruising. 

You’re so angry, but you don’t want to let go. “Refresh my memory, please, Isaac. Quit playing the victim. I may pick fights but I don’t I certainly don’t end them by saying sorry. You never think you’ve done anything wrong, Isaac!”

“Will you stop with the Isaac already?” He yells. “It’s like you’re trying to piss me off!” 

You flush when you see the realization in his eyes. Newt isn’t stupid. You’re surprised it even took him this long to figure out what you’ve been up to in the past few minutes. 

“Really,” He breathes out, “So that’s how you want to play this?”

You smirk, and his eyes darken even more if that’s possible. Before you have time to react, you’ve been lifted onto the counter, and Newt’s lips are on yours. You smirk into the heated kiss, and nibble his lip a tiny bit, knowing it drives him crazy. 

He pulls away, and you attach yourself to him, “Bloody hell,” He cries making his way to the bedroom. 

Once you enter the room, you’re thrown down on the bed. Newt yanks his shirt off, before climbing on top of you, he does the same to you, and you’re left in your bra and jeans. 

His hands roam your body, and then they get to the line of your jeans. He wastes no time in pulling them from your body. He pauses for a moment to unbutton his own pants, and pull them off, his boxers following. 

You grin at his erection, who knew it did as much to him as it did to you. 

He got on top of you once again and connected your lips. Newt was impatient today, his hand pressed right onto your core, and you let out a loud moan. 

He pushed your panties to the side, and stuck a finger deep inside you, you bit your lip and gripped Newt’s hair. 

“God, baby, you’re so wet for me.” 

“Mm, Newt, hurry please.” You begged him. 

He smirked, and entered you, he thrusted multiple times, and you screamed in anticipation. 

“Newt! Oh god! Keep going!” 

He went even faster, carrying you to your climax. “Uh, Newt, I’m gonna-”

He stopped. He pulled out completely. 

“What the hell?” You cried. 

“Say it. Say you’re sorry.” Newt demanded. 

“You’re such an asshole.” Your insides churned with anger as you looked at him. But you wanted him so badly. 

“Say it, babe.” 

“No.” You stood your ground stubbornly. 

Newt slouched down, his lips touching your neck seductively. “Say it.” His hand found your core once again, and he rubbed achingly slow. 

You whined loudly. “Newt, please!”

“Say it, Y/N.” He said again, pressing a tiny bit harder. 

“Fine! Damn it, I’m sorry Newt, now please, just get in me.” You cried. 

“Thanks baby,” He grinned, entering you again. You moaned in pleasure, and this time, Newt didn’t stop. You hit your climax. 

“Oh god,” You moaned. 

Newt flipped off of you, and smiled. “You’re so good, babe.” 

You laughed lightly, and curled into his side, out of breath. “You’re such a douche, Newt.” 

He chuckled, and extended his arm around you. “I love you,” He smiled, kissing your forehead. 

“I love you too.” 

Imagine: Thomas Brodie-Sangster - Necklace

Word Count: 1215

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

Inspired by the silver necklace that Thomas always wears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tom, I need to tell you something.”

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

“Y/N.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Rightfully so,” You replied. 

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

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

Silence. 

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

Silence. 

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

This time there was no silence. 

“I could never.”