Imagine: Minho - Cold?

Imagine: Theo Raeken - Strip Poker

Word Count: 778

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No 

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

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

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

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

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

“Feeling lucky?” He chuckled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It means... You take it all off.”

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

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

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

Imagine: 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: 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.”

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.” 

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.”

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 - 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: Thomas Brodie-Sangster - Necklace Part 2

Word Count: 2901

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N,” You grinned back. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You glared at him and yelled, “Georgia!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wasn’t that attractive.” Thomas snarled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thanks! -georgia 

But under this, there was a number scribbled down. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What can I get you ladies?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You bet,” She smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

If he was watching you…  

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

Now you really hoped Thomas was watching. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’re you doing?” You asked him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That dance,” He growled. 

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

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

“I am not!” You argued. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re not done here,” He snarled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: idc he cute