Niallstylesharryhoran - -HS-

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: Brett Talbot - Chaos

Word Count: 781

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Brett x reader imagine - reader have dissociative identity disorder and no one knows about this, then she changes in bad side of her personality and chaos ensures. Rest is up for you, thx 💗

Disclaimer: This is a disorder that I have no clue about, I’ve never had any sort of experience with it. I got what little knowledge I have of it from google, so if you find any of this offensive, please tell me, and I will try my best to fix it. 

When your eyes fluttered open, you had no clue where you were, it was dark, and the ground was ruff underneath you. You sat up, and looked around. All you could see were trees, and bush. 

You had done it again. It had done it again. 

“Hello?” You called out. You had no clue how you got here, you just knew that you were alone, and you were terrified. You pushed yourself off the ground with all the strength you had, and you got to your feet. 

More light came to sight as you took steps further towards what looked like it could be the line of the forest, and as your steps progressed, you found out you were right. 

You stepped out onto the road, and immediately recognized your surroundings. You were near Brett’s house. 

“Oh no,” You spoke to yourself, tears filling your eyes. “Please, oh my god, please tell I didn’t hurt him.” 

You looked down at your clothing, not in the slightest surprised when you found it to be tatterted, and dirty. “Please, don’t let me have hurt him.” You begged to yourself again.

You knew you were underestimating Brett, but you also knew how you could get when, she, stepped in. You were hoping Brett would never have to find out about this, but as you stepped into the line of sight of his house, you knew he would have to. 

There was dirt spattered across his driveway, his mother’s flower pots were broken, his car windshield was smashed, and there were dents in his garage door. 

You closed your eyes, hoping that when you opened them, this would all be gone, and you’d find yourself in bed, and this all would have been a bad dream, but you knew better than that. This was real. And you did this. She did.

You got to his door, and you knocked carefully, afraid to break anything else. Tears poured down your cheeks, and Brett opened the door, looking you up and down. 

“Brett,” You barely whispered. 

He stared at you questioningly, “You here to go completely crazy again? Break somemore shit?” 

The heavy tears, became thicker, if that was even possible. “Brett, that wasn’t me, you have to believe me.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

“It was her, not me.” You told him. You knew you sounded crazy, but this is what you had to do. Crazy was the truth. And he needed to know the truth. 

“Who is ‘she’?” He asked, his face softening a bit, after witnessing all your tears.  

“There’s something wrong with me, Brett.” You told him, breaking down. You couldn’t hold back the sobs that choked out of your throat anymore. 

He door opened wider, and Brett took your arm, guiding you into his trashed home. He sat you down on his out of place coach and you looked around through cloudy eyes. 

“Brett, did I hurt you?” You asked him, terrified of the answer. 

“A couple bruises. They healed though. Nothing I can’t handle.”

You furiously cried once again, and you hugged your boyfriends waist. He flinched a little, but eventually wrapped his arms around your shoulders. 

“I’m so sorry.” You cried. “I did all this, but it wasn’t me. It was the other person, inside of me.” You told him. 

Then another voice stepped in. “Dissociative identity disorder.” It was Stiles. He stepped into the room, Scott and Liam behind him. 

There was a large bruise on Stiles’ cheek, and you looked at him with apologetic eyes. Knowing that you were the reason for that bruise. He just nodded at you and stepped forward a bit more. You guessed that you gave Liam and Scott a few hits as well, but theirs must have healed by now. 

“You were different the moment you stepped in the house.” Scott stepped in. 

“It wasn’t me.” You told them again, “There’s someone else inside of me.”

“We know, baby.” Brett spoke. “And we’re going to get you help, okay? You’re going to be alright.” He kissed your forehead, and you leaned into his touch. 

“Do you still love me?” You asked him. You were sure of his answer though. Who could love you? How could he love you when when you had this crazy other side of yourself?

“Yes.” You were interrupted, and shocked by his answer. 

“You do?” 

“Of course, Y/N. I could never stop loving you.” Brett soothed. “We’re going to get this under control, okay? And you’re going to be fine.” 

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: 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: 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. 

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?

Imagine: Brett Talbot - That’s Embarrassing

Word Count: 537

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Can you do an imagine where Mason keeps on flirting with Brett, but he cuts him off saying he’s in love with y/n and that they’ve been dating for a while now? Thanks 😁🙈 - Anon

Brett sat beside Mason on the bleachers, and over looked the sophomore gym class below him. The corners of his mouth lifted when he saw Y/N step onto the field. 

Coach Finnstock blew his whistle at the girl, and after chewing her out for being late, he shoved a soccer ball into her hands, pointing to the net at the end of the field. 

Brett was so busy admiring the way that his girlfriend looked in her gym clothes, that he didn’t even notice Mason talking. 

“Brett?” Mason’s hand gently landed on the older boys thigh, and although he felt a touch uncomfortable, he let it slide, hoping it was nothing but meaningless contact meant to get his attention. 

“Sorry, say that again?” 

“I was just talking about Sinema.” Mason repeated.

Brett smiled a bit, eyes still on Y/N. “Oh, yeah. Sinema is cool.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Mason grinned, his attention solely on Brett. 

When Brett finally glanced at Mason, he concluded that maybe the earlier meaningless contact wasn’t so meaningless... Mason was dropping hints left right and center. The way he was sitting- feet pointed towards Brett, and shoulders perpendicular with the field- was his tell. He was totally into the conversation... Brett however, not so much.

“I saw you there a couple nights ago.” Mason added. 

“Did you?” Brett laughed. “I go there a lot with-” Brett was about to casually add in the fact that he had a girlfriend, but Mason was too fast. 

“You looked great.”

Brett laughed uncomfortably, “Thanks.” 

Brett wasn’t one to get flustered easily. He’d always been good with the ladies, and men. And he was never one to be tied down. At least until Y/N... 

She changed him completely. He found himself getting less sleep at night because she was occupying his thoughts. His smile would get brighter when she was around. She made him a better version of himself. 

When girls and boys would flirt with Brett, he’d flirt back, but now, seeing as he was in a relationship, he felt guilty even talking to Mason. He scratched the back of his neck, then rubbed his clammy hands on his uniform pants. 

Mason laughed a little, noticing the boys nervousness, and taking it in the wrong context. He rested his hand on top of Brett’s and watched as his eyes widened. 

“I mean it, Brett.” Mason moved a little closer. “I think you’re so hot.”

“My girlfriend does too.” Brett blurted out, moving a good five feet away from Mason. “Like, my girlfriend thinks I’m hot too, because I have a girlfriend.” 

Mason just sat there, looking a little shocked. 

“Yeah. A girlfriend.” Brett continued. “She’s really nice, her names Y/N. I love her.”

The two sat awkwardly for a moment, Mason taking in what he just heard, and Brett feeling slightly bad for the way the news came out. 

“Sorry, Mason.” Brett said, scratching his head, and getting up. 

Mason watched as Brett left the stands, once he was out of ear shot, hopefully even wolf ear shot, he muttered to himself, “That was embarrassing.” 

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.”

Chicago Franchise Episodes Timeline

The complete guide to watch every Chicago episode in the correct order

As a lot of people are getting interested with the franchise but don’t know where to start with so many crossovers between the four shows, I made a list to help watch them in the proper, « in-universe » order. I also wanted to go back and binge-watch from the beginning without getting confused with the timeline.

A spreadsheet version is also available for easy read! It always contains the latest updates (as this post here is uh… high maintenance), and more information like cameos and dates. Feel free to leave comments or contribute!

As you will notice, I’m in the process of reordering all episodes to match « in-universe » dates instead of air dates. About half of the list below still follows air dates. The episode number will be blue if I personally verified it follows in-universe order. In the meantime, I suggest you use the spreadsheet and follow the in-universe order established by the community.

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Imagine: Theo Raeken- Sick Of Loving You

Word Count: 1708

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Hi Boo! Uh I was wondering, (only if you do it) if you could do an either Theo Raeken or Brett Talbot smut. I'd prefer Theo but whatever you wanna do. And like hes being dominant in the bedroom, kinda like 50 shades (i know, desperate but oh well) And if you don't do smut, can you write like, a one where we get into a huge fight and we kinda like "break-up" and he does all kinds of shiz do get me back. Thanks so much, and i love your blog - thewildwilkinso

Livid. That was the only word to describe how you felt as you walked through the door to your apartment.  You entered to see Theo sprawled out on the couch, wearing just a pair of sweatpants, and a snap back. 

Normally, you'd be happy to see this, but seeing as you got two and a half hours of sleep last night because of this asshole, you weren't. Today, you had a really big job interview, and you were counting getting the gig, but after Theo didn't come home last night, you were unable to sleep because you were so worried about him. 

At around 3 o'clock in the morning you decided to text Scott, thinking thats who he was with, but when Scott replied right away, saying that he hadn't seen Theo the whole night, you just got angry. 

 Because of your lack of sleep, you woke up an hour after you were supposed to get up, and had only fifteen minutes to get ready before you had to leave the house, and to make matters worse, Theo still wasn’t home. 

You checked your phone, and at 3:26, a couple minutes after you’d finally convinced yourself Theo was fine, and fallen asleep,  Theo had texted you saying that he was crashing at a friends house. 

It was safe to say you weren’t exactly happy with him at the moment. 

You took off your heels as Theo rose from the couch, walking over to come and greet you. 

“Hey baby,” He grinned, grabbing your hips.

You rolled your eyes, and scoffed, pushing his hands off your hips. You walked towards your bedroom, and opened your closet door, pulling out a pair of leggings, and a white T-Shirt. You threw them on the bed, and pulled at the zipper on the back of your pencil skirt. 

Theo strode into the room, eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N?” He questioned. “You okay?” 

You succeeded in unzipping your skirt, and you let it fall to the floor. “Oh yeah! I’m great.” You said sarcastically. 

Theo laughed a little, and leaned against the dresser, watching you undress.

You unbuttoned your blue blouse, and threw it to the ground as well, leaving you in your thong and bra. 

“Mind telling me what’s wrong?” He pushed himself off the dresser, and took a couple steps towards you. 

You grabbed the leggings off your bed, and tugged them up your legs. Putting your shirt on shortly after, thinking of multiple witty responses to Theo’s oblivious question. 

“I don’t know, Theo.” You started. “Maybe it’s the fact that I look like shit because I had to get ready in fifteen minutes this morning. Or maybe it’s that my interview went horribly because I was so angry that I couldn’t think about anything else. Or it could be that I’m tired as hell because I only got two and a half hours of sleep last night, because I was waiting for you!”

He looked stunned. He stuttered for a minute before swearing under his breath. “Shit, baby, I completely forgot that you had that interview today.”

You laughed to yourself, and looked down at the floor. “Well, I may as well do that too, because they sure as hell aren’t giving me the job.” 

“I’m so sorry,” He apologized, his voice barely even audible.

You laughed again, and looked up. “You see, that apology just might have worked if this was the first time it happened. But it’s not. There’s been multiple times, where I’ve stayed up until unearthly hours of the night worrying about you, and wondering why you’re not home, or if you’re alright, or even alive, but then I’ll get a text or some bullshit message from you saying your just over at a friends house.”

“Y/N-” He started, but you cut him off.

“No, don’t Theo.” You said, holding up a hand. “I’m sick of it. I’m sick of staying home, and cleaning up after you, I’m sick of your stupid partying all the time, and your god damn commitment issues. I’m sick of worrying about you all the time.” Tears were starting to form in your eyes now, and you had no clue what you were saying, you just knew that you were angry. You were so angry at the gorgeous, confused boy standing in front of you. 

“Theo, I’m just sick of loving you.” You said, a couple of the tears falling.

Once again, he was stunned. “You don’t mean that.” He choked.

You nodded, and squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to look at him. 

“No,” He said, a little louder. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” You replied. You wiped your eyes, and headed for your closet once again.

You just wanted out, out of the relationship, and out of your house. So you pulled out a suitcase, and that’s when Theo started to panic.

“Shit, Y/N, no.” He rambled.

You grabbed a couple shirts, and blouses from the hangers, and threw them on the bed, folding them and placing them in the suit case.

“Y/N, listen to me, okay? This isn’t going to happen again, I promise.” 

You ignored him, and added more stuff to the suitcase. 

“Baby, please. I’ll never do it again.”

He was getting more and more anxious, and your suitcase was getting fuller and fuller. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N! Listen to me!” Theo yelled, getting in between you and the suitcase. 

He was angry now. You could see it on his face. His eyes were no longer pleading, they were infuriated. Just as yours were when you walked in the door. 

“You actually are just going to pick up and leave after one fight?” He questioned. “You think that you can just walk out the door when you get angry?” 

You attempted to add a pair of shorts to your growing case, but you were abruptly stopped by Theo’s hand clamping down on your wrist. 

“No.” He said, grabbing the shorts and flinging them somewhere in the room. “You’re not leaving.”

He started to pull things out of your bag, placing them on the dresser, in the drawers, anywhere but something you could leave with. 

“You’re going to stop me?” You challenged. 

Once he had finished emptying the suitcase, he took it off the bed as well, throwing it into the closet. 

“Hell yeah I am.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, folded your arms over you chest. “Grow up, Theo.”

He stalked closer to you, and you scowled at him. He startled you by yanking your hips towards him. 

He stared at you for a second, and you looked back at him, eyebrows furrowed.

He let out a small laugh, and took both you wrists, placing them on his shoulders, before sliding his hands back down to your waist. 

He licked his lips ever so slightly, and leaned in a bit more. You had to try so hard not to physically and emotionally melt at the sight of this. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked lips millimeters away from yours. 

Your whole entirety was screaming yes, because as much as you wanted to be angry at him, you couldn’t. This little facade he had going on, diminished your hate as fast as a fat kid eats ice cream. You weren’t mad at him anymore, and you didn’t want to leave anymore, but you couldn’t give in to him that easy... He needed to work a little to make you stay.

You leaned in a tiny bit more, so your noses and chins were just slightly touching. “No.” You whispered, pulling back completely. 

Theo laughed again. “Well, if I can’t kiss that pretty mouth of yours, then I guess I’m going to have to take alternative measures.”

He smirked, and ducked his head into the crook of your neck, placing light pecks all over the skin. 

You bit your lip, and closed your eyes, trying your best to not give into him. 

He moved down, getting to your chest, before he pulled away, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head. 

He took a minute to look you up and down before he shoved you onto the bed. 

You were gone now, there was no denying it. 

He got on top of you and reattached his lips to were he had left. 

You clutched the sheets as he got further and further down your body. When he reached the line of your leggings, you were almost squirming for him. 

He began to pull them down your legs, chuckling to himself. “I don’t even know why you put them on.” He remarked. 

He traced the line hem of your thong, and that’s when you actually started to squirm. 

“Can I?” He asked.

“Fuck, I hate you.” You responded.

He smirked, and pulled your thong off. “That wasn’t a no.”

He attached his mouth to your clit right away and you let out a loud moan. “Shit, Theo.”

He kept on sucking and you shook at the pleasure erupting in you. Your breathing was heavy, and you were getting clammy. “Theo, please,” You whined.

He sucked even harder, and you banged your fists on the bed, screaming with euphoria. 

As he continued, you got closer, and closer to your high. And right before you were at your weakest he did his best work. 

“Theo!” You screamed as you came. 

He pulled away from you, and you sat up on your elbows on the bed. 

Theo rested his elbows on either side of your stomach before leaning down and kissing your navel. “You’re not going to leave?”

You laughed to yourself, still a bit out of breath, but then you shook your head. “No.”

His mouth pulled up, in a half smile, and he reached for his snapback, pulling it off his head, and placing it on yours. “Am I forgiven?” 

“After you put away all those god damn clothes you scattered everywhere. I am not cleaning up after you.”