Imagine: Brett Talbot - Chaos

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

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

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

What do y'all think?

Theo: *is creepy* *has fake parents* *has questionable wolf abilities* *does literally everything to insist he's evil*

Me: idc he cute

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: Liam Dunbar - Wait It Out

Word Count: 2101

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

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

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

“Hm?” He stuttered, looking up. 

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

“Na, I’m okay.” He tried to smile. 

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

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He insisted. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe I will…” He finally gave in. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Scott you okay?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like Allison?” Stiles’ whispered. 

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

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

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

“Yes.” You replied. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, you’re just sick.” You giggled. 

“Lay down,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N,” He said, “Look at me,”

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N,” He said again. “Tell me,”

You just shook your head. “No.”

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

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

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too, Li.” You smile at him. 

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.”

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

Mason: *is the beast*

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

Me: I wonder who the beast is. (✿◠‿◠)

Imagine: 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.”