Imagine: Thomas Brodie-Sangster - Necklace Part 2

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 - 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.”

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

Word Count: 681

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Correct.” He responded, still smirking.

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

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

“I just moved here.” You explained.

“What is your name?” 

“Y/N.” 

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

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

“I’m Klaus.” 

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.

Anyway, enjoy! Contact me if anything’s incorrect! :)

FAQs 🌵 Where to Watch

2012-2013 : Fire S01

001. Chicago Fire - S01E01 - Pilot 002. Chicago Fire - S01E02 - Mon Amour 003. Chicago Fire - S01E03 - Professional Courtesy 004. Chicago Fire - S01E04 - One Minute 005. Chicago Fire - S01E05 - Hanging On 006. Chicago Fire - S01E06 - Rear View Mirror 007. Chicago Fire - S01E07 - Two Families 008. Chicago Fire - S01E08 - Leaving the Station 009. Chicago Fire - S01E09 - It Ain’t Easy 010. Chicago Fire - S01E10 - Merry Christmas, Etc. 011. Chicago Fire - S01E11 - God Has Spoken 012. Chicago Fire - S01E12 - Under the Knife 013. Chicago Fire - S01E13 - Warm and Dead 014. Chicago Fire - S01E14 - A Little Taste 015. Chicago Fire - S01E15 - Nazdarovya! 016. Chicago Fire - S01E16 - Viral 017. Chicago Fire - S01E17 - Better to Lie 018. Chicago Fire - S01E18 - Fireworks 019. Chicago Fire - S01E19 - A Coffin That Small 020. Chicago Fire - S01E20 - Ambition 021. Chicago Fire - S01E21 - Retaliation Hit 022. Chicago Fire - S01E22 - Leaders Lead 023. Chicago Fire - S01E23 - Let Her Go (PD backdoor pilot) 024. Chicago Fire - S01E24 - A Hell of a Ride

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Imagine: Liam Dunbar - Hunter

Word Count: 975

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hunters?” Scott questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Imagine: Theo Raeken - Mortified

Word Count: 1149

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This, was really happening. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Imagine: Kol Mikaelson - Hickey Prank

Word Count: 1478

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Summary: Y/N pranks Kol by putting fake hickeys on her neck…

“I love these prank videos,” I mused. “They’re hilarious.”

“You know what would be even more hilarious?” Hayley smirked. I raised my eyebrows curiously, silently asking for the answer. “If you pranked Kol.”

A wide grin grew on your face at Hayley’s proposal. “He’d probably be really mad though…” You said through your wicked smile. 

“So?” Hayley giggled. “I think you should do it. He’ll be easy to prank, he’ll never see it coming. And the party tonight is the perfect time to do it.”

“That’s true, for a ancient vampire he sure is gullible.” You scrolled through the different variations of couple pranks on youtube, looking for one that would suit Kol. 

“Dead girlfriend prank might be a little harsh…” Hayley suggests.

You laughed, agreeing. “I was thinking the hickey prank. Kol loves to give me hickies and he’ll go crazy if he sees one on me that isn’t from him.” 

“Oh that’s a good one, I’ll help you with the fake hickies.” Hayley jokingly jumped into your lap, sticking her tongue out and aiming for your neck. 

You burst out laughing, falling back on the bed, trying you hardest to push her off. ”You’re gross! Get off me!” You squirmed.

Hayley chuckled and stood up, offering a hand to pull you up. 

…

“Hayley, these look ridiculously real. He’s going to notice right away.” As fun as this sounded at the beginning, you were actually starting to feel a bit nervous. What if this really pissed Kol off? He was dangerous, no doubt, and his short temper could make for a terrible ending to what was supposed to be a fun prank. 

“I know, he’s gonna get so mad!” Hayley bounced up and down in her heels, looking you over. “You look gorgeous though.”

“Thank you, but I’m kind of worried.” You voiced your concern.

“If it gets out of hand Elijah and Klaus are here. And you can tell him it’s a prank at any time. I don’t think anything will happen.”

You sighed and nodded, entering the compound. The surroundings were beautifully decorated, the room noisy with chatter. You saw Kol immediately, standing against a high table drink in hand. He wore an all black tux that fit him perfectly. He looked simply god like in his casual stature. 

His eyes met yours and a small grin grew on his lips. He jerked his head a little bit, signalling you to come over.

You took a step forward, but Hayley grabbed your arm. “Stand with the hickeys away from him, and act distant. He’ll wonder what the hell is going on and when it’s time, I’ll make sure he sees our artwork.”

You nodded briskly and headed for your handsome boyfriend. Once  you were close he held out a hand for you, and you took it. “You look ravishing, Y/N.” Kol smiled, pulling you in.

You made sure to angle yourself slightly so that he wouldn’t be able to see most of your left side. “Hi,” You replied blankly. Your right shoulder was pressed against his chest, Kol looked down at you oddly.

“Everything alright love?” 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” You gave him a short smile, before adverting your gaze and avoiding eye contact. 

“Okay.” He sighed, choosing to let it go. A few seconds later, he broke the silence again. “This dress…” He started, lowering his hands to your waist and tugging so that you were chest to chest. “It’s stunning, who picked it out?” 

Seeing as Kol himself had picked it, you let out a forced laugh and angled yourself once again. “Funny.” 

Kol fidgeted a little bit, and you could tell that he was beginning to get anxious. You were behaving far from your usual self and it was making him nervous. You bit your lips to keep from smiling, finding Hayley’s gaze from across the room. She grinned at you and you shot her a wink back. 

Despite your distant behaviour, Kol tried once more to lighten the mood. “I can’t tell you how glad I am that you’re on my arm tonight.” Once again, his hand found your waist and he tried to straighten you, but you fought it as best as you could. “There are many men staring at you, it’s nice to know that I don’t have to worry about them.” 

This was the perfect time to cut him off, he was nervous enough. You let out a nervous laugh and stepped back. “I’m gonna go talk to Hayley.” You left no time for a response, you just turned quickly and made a beeline for the werewolf. 

“It’s working,” You whispered, hoping the surroundings were loud enough that Kol wouldn’t be able to pick out your voice. 

“Is he nervous? Cause he’s staring at you like a puppy that just got his bone taken away… Except a little more angry.” 

You nodded, and Hayley smirked positioning herself and you so that your left side was to Kol, and the hickies were on full display. 

“He’s looking… Looking… Looking.” Hayley kept her voice low. “Y/N, I think he see’s them.”

Your eyes widened and panic flooded your body. “Shit, you thi-”

“He’s coming over here.” Hayley smirked and you took a deep breath, preparing for the mess about to come.

“A word.” Kol took hold of your wrist and nearly dragged you up the stairs. You had to try not to laugh at his adorable angered expression. 

You were pushed through the frame, the door was slammed shut behind you. “Would you like to explain to me what the fuck these are?”  Kol bellowed, placing a hand on your neck. 

He was livid already, but you couldn’t help but feel touched at how gentle he still was with you even when he was beyond angry. 

“What’s what?” You played innocent, reaching up to cover the hickies.

“Don’t play stupid with me, Y/N.” Kol bitterly laughed. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, you instinctively reached up to cover them.”

You said nothing, you just bit your lips to keep from breaking into a smile or laugh. 

“Those are hickies on your neck, Y/N.” 

“No.” You protested. “They’re just um, they’re just like- they’re burns.”

“Burns?” Kol questioned, a sickeningly sweet smile taking over his beautiful face. 

“Yeah, I burnt myself with my curling iron.” You lied. 

“You think I’m stupid don’t you. Burns my ass Y/N. Those are hickies.”

You didn’t know what to say, so once again, you stayed silent.

“I can’t believe this.” Kol walked in predator like circles around you. “I sure as hell didn’t give you those, so who did?” When you kept your mouth shut, Kol shouted venomously. “Who gave you those? I swear to God I’ll rip his throat out.” Kol continued to talk to himself, you not interrupting. “No one is allowed to touch you like that, Y/N. No one except me.” He stood in front of you know, looking angry, but hot as ever. You bit your lip and looked him in the eyes. “You’re mine.” 

Kol shook his head at you, and backed away. He reached out to the wall beside him, and grabbed a baseball bat that was standing against it. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to find the wanker that sucked on your neck. You better stay right here cause I’ll be back momentarily to punish you.” He turned and headed for the door. 

“Kol!” You broke your silence, and your straight face. A smile broke out once he turned around. “This was a prank.” You grinned. 

“A what?” He questioned. 

“It was all a joke. These hickies are fake, Hayley and I wanted to prank you.”

“I don’t believe you.” He growled. 

You giggled and pushed your hair to the side, swiping at the mark on your neck. When red makeup came off on your fingers you held them up for Kol to see. “See Kol? Just lipstick. It was all a joke.”

He still looked just as confused. “Why would you do that?”

“Cause it’s funny,” You laughed. “And because you’re gullible and I knew you’d fall for it.”

“I’m going to get you back for that.” A small smile tugged at the corners of Kol’s lips and you internally sighed in relief, glad he wasn’t still mad. 

“Well I’m down for that punishment…” You smirked.

In milliseconds you were pressed against him. You extended your arms around his neck and smiled up at him. “So am I, you’re a bad girl.” He whispered, attaching your lips. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair, and pushed yourself as close as you could to him, wanting to feel every inch of him. 

Just then, Hayley burst in the door. “It’s a prank!” She shouted. Then her eyes locked on you two, and a look of realisation washed her features. “Oh, he figured it out?”