Imagine: Theo Raeken - Appreciated

Imagine: Theo Raeken- Sick Of Loving You

Word Count: 1708

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit, Y/N, no.” He rambled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hell yeah I am.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were gone now, there was no denying it. 

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

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

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

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

“Can I?” He asked.

“Fuck, I hate you.” You responded.

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

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

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

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

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

“Theo!” You screamed as you came. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: idc he cute

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: 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. 

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! :)

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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: 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?”

Imagine: Theo Raeken - Strip Poker

Word Count: 778

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No 

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

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

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

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

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

“Feeling lucky?” He chuckled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It means... You take it all off.”

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

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

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

Imagine: 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.”

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?