Imagine: Theo Raeken - What Do You Mean?

Imagine: Brett Talbot - Chaos

Word Count: 781

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Brett,” You barely whispered. 

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

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

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You do?” 

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

Mason: *is the beast*

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

Me: I wonder who the beast is. (✿◠‿◠)

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 ♡ 

@ 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: 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: 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: 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. 

Imagine: Theo Raeken - Appreciated

Word Count: 571

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Its you, who somehow is always the first to take care of me at my worst. 

Theo closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, his apartment was completely dark, the sound of a steady heartbeat close by. It was Y/N, she must have decided to stay overnight. The pain in Theo’s abdomen was becoming less prominent as time went on. It was a deep cut, and would take days to heal, he knew that.

A low growl escaped his mouth as he stepped on the back of his shoes to pull them off. A particularly harsh wave of pain caused Theo’s hand to fly up to his chest, where he felt just how soaked with blood his shirt had become. 

It startled him when he looked up to find his frightened looking girlfriend. He wasn’t paying attention to any sounds around him, his focus was previously on his wound, but now it was all on the girl standing a few feet away from him. Her eyes were trained on the blood on his T shirt. 

This was a regular occurrence, Y/N was used to having Theo come home hurt. She hated it, but she did what she could for him. 

The two exchanged no words, just a quick glance. Y/N held her hand out and Theo took it without a second thought. She led him to the bathroom, and turned on the light, both of their eyes taking a second to adjust. 

She was careful with her hands, but still forceful, so Theo knew there was no objecting. Her fingers latched onto his hips, moving him over and pushing him back into the counter. 

Theo had his gaze trained on her the whole time, while her eyes never met his. She pushed the jacket off his shoulders, and tugged at the bottom of his shirt, signalling him to take it off. He did as gestured, and heard her heart jump when she saw the deep gash. 

“It’s bad,” Her frail voice finally spoke out. Theo didn’t reply. She wet a wash cloth in the sink, and Theo had to refrain from growling when the rough surface of the towel touched his sensitive skin. She rubbed and dabbed for what felt like hours, and when she was finally done, Theo let out a small sigh.

Y/N searched the cupboards to find bandages and a tenser, and all the while, still Theo kept staring at her. 

He was lucky, she took care of him, even if he didn’t exactly need it. She was more than he could ask for, understanding and caring. Something Theo hadn’t seen for a long time.

He let her do her work, bandaging the cut to avoid a mess, and wrapping the tenser around his torso to keep pressure applied. It was when she was done that a small smile graced Theo’s face. 

She grabbed his shirt and examined the blood stain, “This is going to be hard to get out.” She observed.

He laughed a little and pulled his shirt from her grasp, throwing it to the ground and grabbing at her hips. He planted an unexpected kiss on her lips, leaving her breathless. “You’re amazing, I love you.” 

She smiled in return. “I love you too.” Y/N grabbed his hand again, leading him to his bedroom this time. They laid down on their sides, and Y/N placed herself behind Theo, letting a hand grasp onto his bicep as she cuddled into his back. 

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

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

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

What do y'all think?