I'm So Mad At Theo But He's So Fucking Hot .

Imagine: Minho - Cold?

Word Count: 1215

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

It was freezing. Today in the glade was the coldest it had ever been. In the year and a half that you’ve been here, it was never as rainy and miserable as it was now.

You had a long chilli day of working your ass off in the rain, and you were so tired. All you wanted was a nice hot shower before bed.

But I guess you weren’t the only one who wanted that…

Your already freezing naked body got into the shower to be greeted by cold water.

You refrained from swearing as you rinsed yourself off and shivered. You completed your shower routine as fast as possible and then you clothed your nearly blue body.

As you walked out of the shower house, the cold air hit you like a brick, and you shivered even more if possible.

The glade was dead. Everyone was sleeping in the homestead. You tried to walk as fast as you possibly could, when you heard a rustling behind you, you whipped around, and were startled when you saw Minho.

“Holy crap!” You sighed, “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” He smiled. Just then, you noticed how nice his smile really was. You had never really talked to him much before, and you were pleasantly surprised by his attractiveness. “I’m just on a little run around the glade. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh,” you nodded, then embarrassingly, your teeth started to chatter. You gasped and slapped your hand over your mouth.

Minho laughed, and you just looked down. Trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. That was when you saw his bare arms, he was only wearing a t-shirt, and jeans. Where as you were wearing a long sleeve shirt, a hoodie and pants.

“Cold?” He asked.

You nodded, and his smile faded. Hesitantly, he reached out to touch your cheek.

You normally would have declined, but from inches away, you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin.

“Man,” His eyes widened. “Y/N, you’re freezing!”

“I’m aware.” You snapped, getting a little grumpy. That was always how the cold made you. Angry.

“Let’s get you to the homestead.” Minho took your arm, and dragged you behind him. You were a little stunned, but you followed, loving the feeling of his hand on your cold skin.

When you entered the sleeping atmosphere, you tried your best to quiet your steps.

You were expecting to turn to your hammock, but Minho kept dragging you to the end, where his hammock was.

“Minho…” You asked. “Why are we going to yours?”

“I’m going to keep you warm,” He said. And all though you could not see his face, you already knew there was a smirk on his face.

“Oh please,” You snorted, when really, in your head, the voice came out pleading. You wanted to be warm so badly.

Minho let go of your hand, and turned to face you. He then, to your surprise, he took his shirt off.

You gasped, and tried your best to look away, but failed. Turning to sneak a peak at his abs.

“Take yours off.” He said to you, pulling off his pants as well.

“What?! No!” You whisper yelled back.

“How the hell am I supposed to warm you up if you have 18 layers of clothing blocking me from your skin?” He asked, as if you were stupid. “Just take it off.” And there was the smirk.

Although you were skeptical, what Minho said did seem rational. And sleeping in a hammock with him, and getting a little close didn’t seem all that bad either… Hesitantly, you reached for the hem of your shirt.

Minho smiled at you, and layed down on the hammock, in nothing but his underwear.

You rolled your eyes, and pulled the garment over your head. Taking your pants off as well.

“Come here,” He said.

You moved towards him, and he reached his hand out to grab yours. You took it and layed down beside him. Your shoulders just touching.

He laughed. “Oh please, Y/N.” Then he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him, your chests now pressing together. 

“God, you are freezing.” He stated the obvious once again, and intertwined your legs. 

You bit your lip and looked away, wanting to avoid eye contact with the boy you were currently in bed with. 

“I can’t really feel my feet or my hands.” 

“I can help,” He smiled a little, and took your hand in his. He held it tightly then brought it up to his mouth. He breathed on your hand for a couple seconds, and then he kissed everyone of your fingers. Making you giggle. 

“Tell me a little bit about yourself, Y/N.” He grinned. 

“I can’t really remember any of it,” You laughed. 

“Right.” Minho just smiled a little more and looked down. 

You bit your lip for a second, and looked up at him through your eyelashes. He was honestly very attractive. Seeing him up close and personal, made  him seem god like. His muscles were defined in all the right places, and his hair was perfect, as were his facial features. You weren’t exactly unlucky to be spending time cuddling with him. 

“You’re making me cold,” He said. 

You couldn’t tell now if he was joking, but either way, you didn’t want to make him cold.

“I think I’m going to go back to my hammock now…” You told him, placing your hand down on a hard surface, and pushing up.

He sat up, causing your hand to loose its balance. You accidentally grabbed his bicep to steady yourself.  Oh man…

It was large. You couldn’t fit your hand around it. It was muscular and hard, and you nearly let out a small moan at getting to feel him up for a second. 

“Just stay here,” He said. 

“I don’t want to make you cold.” You argued. 

“Lay down, Y/N,” He demanded. 

You agreed again, because how could you not. 

“What else can’t you feel?” He asked.

“Hm,” You laughed a little. “My nose.”

He laughed too, and then leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. 

Your smile fell immediately, and suddenly the words jumped out of your mouth. “I can’t feel my lips.”

Then you slapped a hand over your mouth, startled that you actually said that. 

You expected him to laugh, but he didn’t, he just smirked. “They do look a little blue… Maybe I should warm them up?” He grinned, leaning a bit closer. 

Your heart did back flips as his lips approached yours. When he was millimeters away, you felt his warm breath fanning across your lips, and you nearly lost it, your stomach tightening. That was when he closed the distance. 

You immediately moved your lips with his, loving the feeling. All your emotions were in overdrive now. All though the kiss was long, it felt so short, and you longed for more when it ended. 

“Better?”  He asked. 

“Not quite.” You replied, grabbing his neck and pulling him down. 

Imagine: Theo Raeken - Ulterior Motives

Word Count: 2263

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

 Y/N was told not to interfere, she didn't listen, and her plan doesn't go as well as he was hoping it would…

“He’s dangerous.” He told her.

“Just stay out of it.” He told her.

“Don’t do anything.” He told her. 

Maybe it was these warnings that pushed her to do exactly what Scott told her not to, or maybe it was the following accusations that escaped his mouth when she had finally pushed him past his breaking point.

“Why, Scott?” She continued. “I can help, I can do this, it will work, I know it will.”  He was breathing heavily, he was angry. She wasn’t a werewolf and she didn’t need to be to know that. “I can do this.” She whispered.

That was what set him off. “I don’t know if you can!” Yelling was something Scott didn’t do often, and if he did, it wasn't directed at her. But there's a first for everything, because here he was, shouting in her face. “Y/N you liked him! You had real feelings for him, and I don’t know if you can go through with this! I don’t know if I can trust you to do what you say you can do!” 

She never took to yelling well. His loud voice brought tears to her eyes and she mentally cursed at herself for being so weak. 

“Just let someone that is actually capable to do this, do it. Please.” He lowered his voice, and backed away from her, studying her face before walking out the back door. 

She had feelings for him. Had being the key word. Her previous feelings were not going to get in the way of her doing what she needed to do to help her friends. 

“Don’t do anything.” She wasn’t going to listen. 

She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her weapon, waiting for her phone to go off with the signal. She was shaking, her arms barely holding her up as she leaned back on her mattress. Her nerves were getting the best of her and she knew that, but she was praying that they wouldn’t give her away. 

Her phone buzzed beside her, and for the first time in minutes, her eyes moved from her weapon in the corner, to her phone. Sure enough, it was exactly what she was expecting. 

Theo: Here

This was it. Once again, she focused on the object she was previously looking at. She took a deep breath before walking across the room to the humidifier. She switched it on to the highest setting and headed downstairs to get the door. 

She thought she had prepared herself to see him again, but as soon as he stood before her, the breath she so desperately wanted to suck in seemed far far away. She knew he could hear her heart beat, and judging from the smirk on his painfully gorgeous face, he was listening intently to how it sped up the moment they locked eyes. 

Feelings were exactly what she was trying to avoid, so instead of picturing pressing her lips against his, she pictured what she saw, and heard that night when Theo tried to kill Scott. 

“Theo,” She whispered, finally catching a breath. His smile grew wider and she stepped back from the door, silently offering him permission to step in. “We can go upstairs.” 

Y/N led the way to her room, and when she opened the door, she heard the promising sound of the humidifier. This was really going to work. 

Theo closed the door behind him, and walked to the centre of the room. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I think you know,” She responded, trying to sound confident. 

“I can take a guess or two,” He chuckled. “Either Scott, or your massive crush on me.”

Pretending that is comment about her crush didn’t surprise her was hard. She had no idea that he was aware of it. She was about to respond when she heard Theo suck in a deep breath, her eyes darted up to his face, and when he wheezed in another, both of their orbs flicked to the humidifier. 

“Wo-olfsbane.” He choked out, falling to his knees. 

“It won’t take long,” Deaton had told her when he handed her the oil. “In a matter of minutes he’ll be unconscious.” 

It was her turn to smirk now, she watched him struggle to catch him breath, and hold himself up, and she thought to herself, I did it.

She turned her body momentarily, scooping her phone of her bed, and unlocking it quickly, clicking Scott’s name on the iMessage list. She turned back, expecting to see Theo on the floor still, but she was rewarded with a much different situation. 

He was centimetres from her, standing tall. Her phone was out of her hand and whipped across the room before she even had time to feel surprised. He reached down, and turned off the humidifier. 

“That was clever,” He started, a big smile on his face. “The whole wolfsbane in the humidifier thing, really smart.” Her eyes were locked on her phone that now laid on the other side of the room, probably broken. He tilted her chin up, and her gaze fastened on him. “There’s just one fatal issue. I’m not a werewolf, baby. I’m a chimera.”

She staggered back a little, surprised by his close proximity. He only stepped closer in response. Terrified would be an understatement of how she was feeling right now. 

“I can smell your fear, you reak.” He laughed. “I’m not going to kill you.” She let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding when Theo said that. “Or hurt you. But I have to admit, I’m feeling a little bruised. I thought you liked me, but you tried to poison me with wolfsbane.”

She could only manage to choke out two words. “I don’t.” This made Theo chuckle, he looked down and she forced herself to keep her gaze upright. She nearly jumped when she felt his fingers grip her hips, much lower than they should have been. 

“I don’t know why you try to lie. Its obvious. You’re heart beat got even faster with a simple touch. So tell me, why did you do this? Was it to prove something to Scott?” When she didn’t respond Theo pulled her closer. “That’s it, isn’t it, Y/N. He didn’t think you would be able to actually hurt me, so you tried anyway, right?”

She couldn’t look him in the eyes any more, it was too much and she felt ashamed for not being able to do what she said she could. Scott would be disappointed, and angry that she tried. 

“It was a good attempt.” He laughed. “I want to tell you something though.” He spoke, taking a hand off her hip to pull her chin up. “I’ve always been just as infatuated with you, as you have been with me.” 

She felt it, and he could hear it, the jump her heart made when he said that. She was surprised, and happy, but also mischievous. Theo’s confession brought something new to her mind. Maybe she still could get him to Scott. 

She looked up at the blue eyed boy through her lashes, and bit her lip, hoping he would do what she wanted him so badly to do. Theo was quick to respond, and Y/N melted as soon as she felt his lips on hers. She wound one arm around his neck, and placed her other hand on his chest, investing everything in their heated kiss. 

Theo’s hands travelled, both down to her bum, where they rested, and she felt him smirk against her mouth. She pushed him away slightly, and when both his arms left from the previous position, she felt a little cold. He gripped the collar of his t shirt, and effortlessly pulled it over his head, throwing it on the ground. Theo raised his eyebrows at her, and she reached out for his hands, placing them on the bottom of her own sweater. This brought a big smile to Theo’s face and he wasted no time in doing what she wanted him to. Both their tops were left as a starter pile for the clothes to come. 

They both took steps backward in order to get to the bed, once it hit Y/N knees, she dropped laying flat on the bed. Theo undid his belt and pants, shoving them down to his ankles and stepping out. As he moved towards her, she took time to admire his physique. Theo was truly a sight to be seen. If people were wonders of the world, he would be one of the seven. He was breathtaking, a god. Sculpted perfectly. 

“These have to go,” Theo whispered, tugging Y/N’s leggings down. She didn’t object. Once her pants were on the floor, Theo was hovering over top of the frail girl, kissing everywhere on her body. Her breaths were coming out short, and she struggled to sustain moans. 

When Theo’s lips pressed to er left collarbone, she couldn’t contain the sound that escaped her throat. Theo must have liked hearing it to, because this persuaded him to apply more pressure. 

Y/N’s hands snapped onto Theo’s broad shoulders, and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his hips closer to hers. She felt his hard member press against her, and a gasp left her mouth, making Theo smile into her neck. 

Theo rocked his hips, pressing harder against her. She bit her lip, and gripped his shoulders tighter. “Do you like that, baby?” He asked.

Y/N nodded in response, squeezing her eyes shut, and bucking her hips, wanting more contact. 

“Tell me, tell me you love it.” Theo demanded.

“I love it,” She breathed out. Theo’s hips came down on hers harder this time, and Y/N moaned loudly, wanting more contact. “Please go faster, Theo.” 

He listened, rocking into her at a faster, harder pace. His lips met with hers in a sloppy kiss, she responded and moaned into his mouth, the knot in her stomach becoming more prominent. 

“More,” She whispered against his lips. She didn’t have to ask again, Theo set aside worries of hurting her, and gave her what she wanted. “Theo, I’m close.” She told him. 

“Let go, baby.” He responded. “I’m almost there,”

Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, and she gripped tighter onto Theo’s shoulders as he continued to rock against her as she rode out her high. 

He was out of breath when he rolled off her. In a hurry to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere, Y/N rolled her sweaty body onto her side, she looked at him with wide eyes and he chuckled, sucking in deep breaths.

 “You-” He started. “God.” He was at a loss for words, and for the first time that night she fought a smile. She regretted it though. That smile meant she was happy. And happy wasn’t something she wanted to feel with Theo. She was supposed to hand him over to Scott. 

 So instead of smiling, and instead of feeling happy, she pushed a single word out of her choked throat. “Stay.” He nodded, and Y/N moved so that her body rested on half of his strong chest. For moments she closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the things that she seconds ago, had forced herself to push away. She felt happy in Theo’s arms, and she wished that he could be who she wanted him to be. She wished he was better. But he wasn’t. And he never would be. 

So when his breathing evened out, and small snores began to escape his mouth, she rose from the bed and padded across the room for her phone. Once it was in her hand, she typed a few words to Scott. ‘Got him. Come over.’  

Her finger hovered over the send button for longer than it should have. She refused to look at his sleeping body on her bed while she contemplated doing what she knew she didn’t want to do. Y/N thought of Scott, and his hurtful, untrusting words. That was it. He thought she couldn’t do it. So she did. She send the text. In a matter of minutes, she was dressed.

Soon enough, Scott had sent her the same text that Theo had earlier, and Y/N made her way downstairs to open the door for him. 

When the barrier between the two was no longer present, neither of them said a word. Y/N had no clue what Scott was thinking. She closed the door after him and motioned for him to follow her upstairs. 

But he didn’t. “I told you not to do anything.” Scott spoke, not making eye contact with her. 

“And I didn’t listen.” She whispered simply. “I knew I could do this. You didn’t want to me because you wanted to protect me, I know that. But for once I wanted to feel like maybe I protected you.” She said honestly.

Scott nodded, and rested a knowing hand on her shoulder, before following her upstairs. When they entered her room, Y/N was at a complete and udder loss for words. The window was open. And Theo was gone. 

“He was here, Scott.” She stuttered. “He was here I promise.”

Part 2? 

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.

Mason: *is the beast*

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

Me: I wonder who the beast is. (✿◠‿◠)

Imagine: 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. 

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

Me: idc he cute

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.”

@ Jeff Davis

next time you add a bad guy to the show make sure he isn’t cody fucking christian pls & thank you cast some ugly ass bitch that will be easy to hate. sincerely, a frustrated, confused and horny fandom

Imagine: Brett Talbot - That’s Embarrassing

Word Count: 537

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, say that again?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You looked great.”

Brett laughed uncomfortably, “Thanks.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mason just sat there, looking a little shocked. 

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

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

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

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

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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