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Hi. I didn’t know if I could get a Liam Dunbar fic where the reader is Stiles little sister and her and Liam were dating before he was turned, but stiles has a fit about them dating after because Liam accidentally scratched her (or something similar) before he could get himself under control and Stiles makes them break up, but the reader & Liam are so miserable without each other and Liam is hard to get under control because the reader is his anchor or even his mate maybe, and Stiles ends up just giving up and letting them get back together because the reader is like she loves Liam so much and they basically need each other.

when is stiles not causing problems let's be real

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It is funny how love can convince you that you are so much better than you truly are. Liam Dunbar has always been some version of a monster, yet he deluded himself into thinking otherwise because of one girl. One girl. That’s all it took.

Now that he’s alone, Liam’s downfall feels even more severe than earlier. It’s strange to picture himself as the boy he’d been before all of this, before the worst mistake he’d ever made in his life, before he even received the bite and his world changed forever. Before he’d started dating Y/N. He’d thought he’d been a monster then, but he’s just proved himself wrong. Whatever Liam has become is far worse than that ever was.

Back then, Liam thought he knew what it was like to be alone. He had been recently kicked out of Devenford Prep for letting his anger get the best of him. Liam can still see the disappointed faces of his mother and stepfather lurking somewhere in the back of his mind. They’d tried so hard with him, and he’d let them down anyway. It felt like he would never get that anger under control. He’d always be that kid no one wanted to see, the one with pure, hot rage boiling under his skin like it had been injected there instead of blood.

Liam had fully accepted that his life would be hell. Even with a lacrosse team no longer featuring Brett Talbot, Beacon Hills High School didn’t feel like home. It was just another demotion, yet one more sign that Liam wasn’t cut out for reality. He would never be able to pull himself together long enough to make anything last.

When he met Y/N, Liam wanted to hide. For the first time, there was a pretty girl in front of him, smiling at him like he was someone she genuinely wanted to know. Liam walked away from that initial meeting more terrified than he had been in a long time. He wanted to do better, not for him or his parents or the dreams he probably should have had, but for her, some stranger he’d met all of ten minutes ago.

It scared him enough that he tried to avoid her. Liam is used to good things, they always leave. Always. There was no chance that things would work out, he has never been able to stay away from the breaking and shattering of all good parts of his life. It was like he could see their story unfolding before him, all the twists and turns, the ups and downs. The ending was right there in sight, and the glory of all that came before it made that final parting of ways all the worse.

That’s why Liam swore to himself that he’d stop it, maybe find a way to prevent at least one heartbreak in a string of thousands. Leaving Y/N would cut to the bone, he could tell that already. It would have been best if he could have just gotten off of the ride instead of sticking through to the crash and burn, but he never had a choice, not really.

After all, Y/N had made the choice far before he ever did. According to her, she took one look at a young Liam Dunbar and decided that he was the only boy she would ever need. Y/N went home that night and came back for lacrosse practices and history reviews and everything that would set her up to make sure Liam could never truly stay away from her for long. She wanted him, and Liam was so used to being everyone’s last choice that it stunned him into admitting his feelings before he could back out of it.

Their relationship had been hard at first, of course. For one thing, Y/N wasn’t just some nameless kids amongst the masses of students at Beacon Hills High, she was a Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski is the most paranoid kid Liam has ever met. 

He half expects the guy to run a conspiracy theory podcast of something, anything to explain why the older boy jumped at the slightest of sounds and automatically distrusted everyone who crossed his path. Apparently, there’d been an incident earlier with a Nogitsune that messed Stiles up pretty badly, but Liam hadn’t known it then.

All he knew was that he’d barely been dating Y/N for longer than a week before her older brother was suddenly descending upon him with all the fury of the heavens. Liam may have been running literal laps around Stiles at lacrosse practice for months, but you wouldn’t know it from the way Stiles stalked towards him one day after school.

Stiles had been furious, yelling about how Liam was no good for his baby sister and he’d better stay away if he knew what was good for him. It took Liam actually controlling his temper for once long enough to argue that he cared about Y/N more than anything, as well as Scott McCall stepping in to make sure Stiles didn’t start anything, to win Stiles over.

Even then, Stiles has never really been on Liam’s side. The whole matter with the bite didn’t increase his popularity, either. In Liam’s defense, he hadn’t asked to be bitten, but then again, who does? The life of a werewolf may be glamorized in movies and TV shows, but Liam can confirm, as a resident part-time wolf himself, it’s awful. Terrible. 

He has dreams sometimes about being human again. He’ll run through the streets at night, this fantasy Liam, walking unfazed beneath the light of a full moon. He’ll get angry but never have to worry about claws or fangs or glowing eyes. There are no hunters trying to kill him, he’s just another ordinary boy. It is the most marvelous dream, and then he wakes up.

In truth, Liam doesn’t know if he’d give up being a werewolf, even if he had the opportunity to stop. It’s made him feel more powerful than he has in a long time, which is, admittedly, both good and bad. It also connected him with Scott’s pack, the first group of friends to well and truly have Liam’s back. They care about him, and care about protecting him. You don’t give something like that up so easily.

However, tonight Liam snaps his eyes shut and wishes that he was no longer supernatural. If he hadn’t been at the hospital that night, if he hadn’t been chased onto the roof by that wendigo and Scott hadn’t bitten him, Liam wouldn’t have made the worst mistake of his life, the mistake that occurred today.

It had all happened so fast. It’s a useless excuse, explaining nothing and clearing Liam of no guilt whatsoever, but it’s true. Liam isn’t good with full moons, a fact known by everybody in the pack and Y/N herself, but he’s proved the worst of himself tonight.

The moon had been out, and Liam was supposed to be heading home. Usually, he tries to avoid people when there’s a full moon, because even though it’s been several months since he was first turned Liam still doesn’t have perfect control over himself, but Y/N had needed a ride home and so Liam had insisted on taking her. Otherwise, she would have had to walk, and that was worse, right?

It was bad, and he knew it. Y/N knew it too, Liam thinks, but she didn’t want to send him over the edge so she didn’t say a word about it. Maybe she trusted him, which was worse, because it means she’ll never trust him like that again. He didn’t deserve it in the first place, but man, Liam hates letting people down, especially people whose opinion matters the most. The rest of the world can go to hell, but Liam needs Y/N, and he needs her to not be afraid of him the way she surely is now.

As he was driving, the night grew later and later, and more of the full moon became visible. Liam’s knuckles were white on the wheel, and even though he swore to himself that he could keep it together, he pretty obviously couldn’t. Y/N had gently suggested that they were close enough to her house that she could walk, and Liam had agreed, pulling over to the side of the road. The Stilinski house was only two driveways down, but he knew he couldn’t risk any more time passing.

Something had happened then, when the car was parked. Maybe Y/N fumbled in finding her seatbelt, or she took even a fraction of a second longer in getting out than normal. Regardless, Liam’s temper spiked the way it always has, with a furious rage blinding his vision. It was only made worse by the full moon, which terrified the small part of his mind still capable of legitimate thought.

“Get out of the car,” he’d snarled, Liam can still remember the harsh way the syllables had slipped out between his clenched teeth, “I need you to get out. Now.”

Y/N’s eyes had widened, taking in how quickly the situation had turned sour. She reached for her door, but it wasn’t fast enough, so Liam leaned over to push the door open for her. That was his intention, at least, but what ended up happening was that he scratched her instead with his claws as he tried to reach the door handle.

The coppery tang of blood immediately flooded the air, and Liam remembers being so confused about it. Why would there be blood? Why, unless he had hurt her? His sanity chose that moment to return to him, and Liam looked with a stranger’s eyes upon Y/N, her hand clamped to her now ripped sleeve as blood began to filter through the fabric.

She claims that the scratch was just a surface wound, barely deep at all, but all Liam knows is that it was bleeding and that was enough. Stiles had been waiting on the front doorstep, but he had seen what happened through the half open door and started racing towards them. His voice had broken the stillness of the night, shouting about how Liam had better stay away from Y/N forever.

Liam doesn’t remember how the night ended, how he got from Y/N’s street to here, sitting on the floor of his room and pressed into a corner as if it might provide the support he so desperately needs. After everything, all the promises he’d made, Liam hurt her, the girl he loves. This is how good things end, Liam supposes, with the tiniest of mistakes spiraling into something massive.

Liam doesn’t blame Stiles for wanting them to break up. He had done this, after all, hurt her, so of course they would have to end their relationship. Y/N deserves safety, and that doesn’t come with Liam. Still, it hurts more than anything. He avoids her during school, and pretends he doesn’t want anything more than to race to her side and apologize a thousand times, over and over until his voice goes hoarse.

He’s miserable, he can admit that freely. Liam has never felt more alone. He knew he loved Y/N more than anything, but this sudden absence is killing him. He can barely pull himself together enough to physically make it to school, and he drifts between classes, not even aware of what he’s learning. His test scores come back worse each time because the only thing Liam knows during class is that he ruined the best thing in his life, and it’s all his fault.

After a week, Liam sees Stiles approaching him after school and honestly hopes for a fight. Even an argument would be enough. Maybe this time he’ll actually feel something more than overwhelming despair as his blood hits the pavement.

Stiles, however, doesn’t seem like he’s here for a conflict. Instead, the older boy scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, sighs, and decides to get right to it.

“You can get back together with Y/N,” Stiles says, and just like that Liam is abruptly dragged back to reality.

“What?” Liam asks, not entirely sure that he’s not hallucinating.

Stiles grimaces. “You heard me. The two of you are miserable without each other. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you really fucked up, but you’ve been doing your penance all week. I almost feel bad for you. You look like you’ve been run over by several trucks that then backed up over your twitching body and hit you another few times. It’s somewhat sickening.”

Liam flashes the older boy a tired thumbs up. “Thanks for the compliment, Stiles. I appreciate it.” Still, he can’t believe it. “You really mean it, though? You’ll let me date Y/N again?”

Stiles chuckles to himself. “I don’t really think it’s my decision at this point. She’s almost as badly off as you are. I don’t want a Romeo and Juliet situation on my hands, so I figure the two of you might as well get back together.”

Liam swallows hard. “You think she’ll forgive me? I mean, I hurt her. That’s the one thing I promised I’d never do.”

Stiles’ face softens in a rare moment of sincerity. “Hey, it’s okay. We all know you didn’t mean it, and it was an accident. In the end, though, I can’t speak for her. If Y/N wants to get back together, she has to make that choice all on her own. Neither you nor I can make that decision for her. Still, I think you have a pretty good shot.”

Stiles looks over his shoulder at a figure across the parking lot. Liam follows his gaze and realizes that it’s Y/N, probably waiting to see how the conversation goes. Heart in his throat, Liam stares at her. What if she doesn’t want to get back together with him after all this? What if this was one line too many to cross?

As he watches, though, Y/N locks eyes with him and smiles, really smiles. She nods to his unspoken question, and just like that, Liam’s doing better. Forgiveness will be a difficult road, but Liam is more than willing to pursue it. After all, why wouldn’t he? He’s got the best girl in the world waiting for him on the other side.

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Prompt//Get locked in somewhere together.

Liam Dunbar X OFC Lahey

TW: None?

Word count: 1469

Clara and Liam never got along. Since the first time that they met at school, they have despised each other. Clara thought Liam to be arrogant and hot headed while Liam thought Clara to be stuck up and a know-it-all.

They have been arguing back and forth for the past ten minutes and the rest of the pack is sick of it. Liam just brought Theo back insisting that he can help with The Wild Hunt, while Clara thinks that they should send him back to the Skin Walkers. While some of the pack agree with Clara, she is being harsher than needed.

“Are you really that dumb?! I mean, is there honestly nothing in that head of yours!?” Clara shouts while waving her hands around.

Liam's face is getting redder by the second. Everyone knows he wouldn't hurt her… again… But they can tell he's getting angrier and angrier by the second. “Well tell me what your great idea is, huh?” He steps closer to her “Just stand around while people get taken?!”

Clara doesn't back down and gets in his face “Of course not! But we should at least try and come up with something better. I mean, how could you be such a dumbass Dunbar?!”

Liam opens his mouth to respond but before he is able to get anything out Scotts steps in between them. “Okay. Okay. You guys are done.” Scott looks to Clara and points upstairs “You, go sit in my room. Take a minute to calm down.”

Clara sends one last glare at the werewolf and stomps up the stairs and slams the door. Taking a minute to cool off as her heart hammers in her chest, she decides to head to Scott's bathroom and splash some water on her face. Letting the cool water calm her down, her breathing and her heartbeat slows.

The door opens and Liam is pushed through, while the door slams shut behind him. He immediately turns around and starts shaking the door knob.

“This isn't funny Scott! Let me out!” he yells banging on the door. Clara leans against the bathroom counter and crosses her arms over her chest.

Scotts voice is muffled through the door “No. You two need to figure out how to get along. Me and the rest of the pack are sick of listening to you two bitch at each other all the time. Figure it out.” With that, Liam heard Scotts footsteps growing quieter and there was no longer a heartbeat to be heard.

Silence overtakes the room. The only noise to be heard is the sound of the bathroom fan that seems to be broken. After ten minutes Liam stops banging on the door and sits on the ground with his back leaning against the bathtub.

“This is all your fault, you know.” Clara states but doesn't look at the young werewolf in front of her.

Liam scoffed while picking at the lint off of his leans. “You're the one being a bitch. I don't even know why you're part of the pack.”

Claras nostrils flare. She was part of the pack because of her brother Isaac. When he was bit, he begged Derek to take his sister with them. She didn't want the bite, but Isaac couldn't leave her alone. They only had each other, so from then on she has been part of the pack. Helping in any way a human could.

It was Clara's turn to scoff. “You're right. I'm just a human, but how many times has this human saved your ass? Too many to count.” Liam rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything. It's true. Clara has saved him on multiple occasions. Clara was just a human, but her fighting skills amaze him. She can definitely hold her own during a fight. He just can't stand how she constantly has to be better than him, and how low she clearly thinks of him.

They have been sitting on the bathroom floor for an hour without speaking a word. Clara starts thinking about how when Liam is quiet he is actually pretty cute. She has always noticed how attractive he was. He is amazing at lacrosse. Watching him play is truly entertaining. They have gym together and sometimes he will do that thing where guys lift their shirt up to wipe the sweat off of their face, exposing their stomach. She cant lie and say she has caught herself staring a time or two, but then he opens his mouth and ruins it. He always has to be so cocky.

Liam knows that she is looking at him. He can always feel when her eyes are on him. She tries to hide it, but with being a werewolf he can sense it. Claras looks always make him nervous, though he will never admit it. She is beautiful and smart as hell. How could anyone not be nervous around her? When they were first introduced by their friend Mason, Liam couldn't stop staring. He was mesmerized. All he wanted to do was talk to her, but she didn't seem interested so instead he did what he always does. Act cocky. Needless to say, she wasn't a fan. From then on the two couldn't stand each other.

His butt getting sore from the hard ground, Liam stands up to stretch. His shirt rose some in the process.

Catching Clara's eyes he smirks. “Like what you see Lahey?” She presses her lips into a thin line. “Until you opened your mouth.” She spits and stands up while glaring at him. She wouldn't admit it, but sitting on the ground while he was standing above her was a little intimidating.

“You know what your problem is? You think you’re so much better than everyone.” Claras mouth gapes open. “I do not.” She whines while crossing her arms across her chest. This causes her breasts to press together and Liam struggles not to let his eyes wander, as she will definitely notice.

“You do. You always have to know everything and you're always correcting people.” He's towering over her now and she's backed up against the counter again. “Did it ever occur to you that I try so hard to know everything because I'm not supernatural like the rest of you and want to help!?” She exclaims, face hard as he takes in her words. No.. That never occurred to him before. He just thought she wanted to be smarter than everyone else.

As if calculating her words his head tips side to side slightly. Then a thought pops into his head. “Well, how come you hate me then? Since we met you decide you hate me.“ Deciding to tell the truth she looks up at him “Because. I hate cocky assholes. And you Liam are a cocky asshole. ” She yells at him, throwing her hands in the air.

“So you hate me?” He asks with the slightest hint of sadness, lacing his cocky tone. “Yes.” Her heart rate picked up and he heard it.

“You're lying, Lahey.” Liam responds with a smirk. The same smirk that she hates that she loves. “In fact, I think that you like me.” He presses closer to her, his nose centimeters from hers.

“I do not.” Clara breaths out.

“You're forgetting one little detail. I can tell when you're lying.” He looks from her eyes to her mouth and back.

Lips barely touching hers he hesitates for a moment. Giving her the choice to push him away. But she doesn't. Instead she throws her arms around his neck and pulls him as close as he can be, crashes her lips to his. He's quick to drop his hands around the back of her thighs and lift her up on the counter stepping in between her legs. She lets a squeal of surprise out when she's lifted.

Their kiss is heated. Hungry. Her fingers scrape his scalp pulling on the longer hairs on the back of his neck, as his hand wanders along her thighs and back up to her waist. Every inch of them is connected.

As soon as his hips come into contact with hers she lets out a little moan. But before they can go any further the bathroom door swings open. They pull away in surprise to see Scott standing at the door with a cocky smirk.

Clara is straightening her shirt and patting down her hair and Liam combs through his. Both of them flush from the heat of their activities.

“You two figure out your differences?” Scott asks with a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Both teens nod their heads. Too embarrassed to speak.

“Good.” Scott nods his head and walks away from the door frame. “Malia! You owe me $30!” He shouts leaving the two stunned teenagers behind.

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Liam Dunbar x Y/N Martin

The awkward girl

The pack was at Lydia's house working on a plan. Lydia's younger sister was on the Deadpool but the thing is she was worth more than Scott she was multiple Supernatural creatures at once. She was a fire kitsune,which,were wolf and banshee. She had figured out the last Cypher key and had predicted Allison's death but no one listened to her. Allison was y/n best friend and even though she was 2 years younger than Lydia and 3 years younger than Allison. She had a crush on Isaac but after Scott and Allison broke up she started dating Isaac which I was a bit sad of but you know he didn't even know who I was.

I was the exact opposite of Lydia, she was more girly, extroverted and popular I was more tom-boy and introverted. I preferred reading,art and music so the only time I meet the is when they need my help which is sad but I don't mind. I was walking through Beacon Hill high and I was a freshman I walked over to Lydia who was with Scott. I said hi and asked what they were talking about Lydia said " well Scotty boy here bit a freshman and turned him into a were wolf." Then Stiles jumps into the conversation and says " who so happens to have an IED fantastic and is a walking time bomb". I was shocked and said "what do you plan on doing?" "Well that's where you come in" Lydia said "what ,what do you mean I come in ?" " Well we where going to tell you during the pack meeting but here you are so you are going to go up to Liam and invite him to my party" "why me, why can't you do it" "I'm way to old and I thought it would be a great way for you to build some social skills " Lydia said"but I don't want to " "to bad here he comes " " wait Lydia no, no Lydia stop. H h hey Liam right I I'm y/n I was wondering if you would want to come to my sister's party this Friday?" " Ya sure, what how do you know my name aren't you also a freshman?" " Yes I am but my sister is a senior and popular so she knows everyone's name". " Oh okay see you around I guess ". " Ok" you could feel yourself blush which was not quite unusual but this was different it was almost as if you had a slight crush on him. You walked over to Lydia and Scott and say he is coming. At the party you wore ( favourite outfit). You didn't have many friends but you where friends with Kira and Malia. Lydia was somewhere probably cadodaling with one of her boyfriend's our some fresh man you really didn't know anymore but your job was to find Liam and take him to Scott so you patiently waited for him then he asked why you guys where going down the stairs you just said you needed to get something for your sister. When you reached Scott he saw Scott and didn't think twice on running. For some reason Scott told you to follow him which you did but you had asthma and running wasn't the best thing for you. Soon you had to whipp out your asthma pump Liam heard your distress and dicided to stop running and help you.

You then explained the supernatural world to him he was first freaked out but slowly calmed down he asked you out which you laughed to because you thought he was joking but he wasn't so you stopped laughing " of course" it took you a while to stutter up those words. You soon went on your date a d it was perfect you exchanged numbers and you laughed at his jokes, you told him about Jackson and all that jazz. You guys where soon on your 10 date and he asked you to be his girlfriend you said yes and you guys have been dating for your whole school year and you both went to college and got married

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[zaceouiswriting]

The jock brother

Character: Liam Dunbar x brother, Theo Raeken x male reader, Jordan Parrish x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

A warm summer breeze surrounded the entire Beacon Hills area. But especially the lacrosse field neat the high school. Hundreds of people gathered there to finally see the lacrosse team, win against their rivals the Devenford Prep private school.

They always were the underdogs, never getting into state semi-finals or anything of this kind. Rather pathetic. But now finally, they had a new star player. One who actually can change the tides for this always losing team.

It was shortly before the last whistle would sound over the place. All onlookers were in shock, at how well the Beacon Hills high school team was beating Devenford. Never in their history was it so close, for either of them to win. Normally Devenford would be in the lead by multiple dozens of points. Now they needed a miracle to still win.

The crowd was cheering, loudly and with full enthusiasm. Chants for Liam to bring the win home could be heard through all the people watching. 

But one voice broke through all the others. „Sappy, concentrate and win this game!“, you screamed, with your hands around your mouth. Before the next round began Liam looked over to you, shocked but smiling. He dipped his head and the whistle could be heard. Never in your life did you ever see someone run so fast and pass like a champion, just to throw it into the net.

And shortly after, the enemy team wanted to do the same, and the referee ended the game. It went dead quiet as everyone tried to comprehend what just had happened. Except for you. Pushing yourself through the crowd, running onto the field, directly to Liam, you pulled him into your arms. „Great job, Sappy!“, you whispered down to him. After patting him slightly on his head, you pulled him up, as if he was nothing and sat him on your shoulders. Presenting him to the audience. Just for everyone to explode in congratulations and the team to celebrate their first victory. This meant, that they now would drive through the entire state to win more games and hopefully, win the first lacrosse trophy for the school in a decade.

Even though your face could be seen now, that your snapback fell down, your hold the attention at Liam because he deserved it.

It was when he and his team went into the locker room, that everyone outside besieged you. Asking for autographs and photos, which you gave me with excitement. At least until Liam came out with damp hair, seeing you doing all kinds of things. He did not even need to say a word, for you to see him. Excusing yourself you immediately ran up to him and brought him into a headlock. „My good my baby sappy is getting so old!“, you cried dramatically.

„What are you doing here? Did football season not just start?“ A wide smile on your face, you nodded. „Then why are you here?“, he asked further.

„I took time off, more or less willingly. I had an injury a while back, that somehow flamed up again and now need to get rest for a month or two until I’m allowed to play again. And I thought, why not surprise my little sappy at the most important play for him and his school? And now I will take time off for each of your games!“

Liam groaned and whined a bit, but would lie if he had said, that he didn't want you there. In reality, he freaking missed you so bad.

„Now come on, Mum and Stepdad, are waiting, they threatened me with disowning, me after I asked them if I should live in a hotel for the time being, because apparently one of your friends is living at our house?“, you wiggled with your eyebrows, thinking that there was more to the story.

„He is only a friend, I’m not into guys!“

„Whatever you say, Sappy. Now let’s get going!“

When you came home, you eat as a family, Liam’s friend was not there yet and as he came he ate alone and shortly after vanished into the spare room. You were just able to see his shirt, as you wandered out of your room, completely wet, to ask Liam if he had seen some of your shit.

„What are you guys doing here?“ Liam was rather confused as he saw his entire pack at his front door. His parents are already away.

„We wanted to celebrate with you man! You have beaten the Devenford Prep, with ease, you are almost a hero at our school now!“, Scott told him while hugging him.

But Liam felt something was off. They intensively looked around, as if they were searching for something or rather someone.

„You are here because of (Y/N), right?“, he asked with a heavy annoyed sigh. Most of them sheepishly looked away. Getting caught was at no point something amusing.

He opened the door further, so everyone could get in. With a warning glare, he looked at his friends, „Don’t be weird around him, okay?“

Just as he had said this, you already came downstairs, „He Sappy, who was at the door?“, you asked, without looking up from your phone. Just after you hadn’t gotten an answer and felt multiple pairs of eyes on your body, you finally looked up. Only to see the living room packed. Feeling naked out of a sudden, it was then that you realized that you weren’t wearing a shirt.

„Do you have a girlfriend?“, one of the girls asked you directly. You could see Liam facepalming himself before you even could react to it.

„No sweety, I’m playing for the other team, which people who watch my sport should know.“ Your passive aggressiveness, made some of them chuckle, even the girl that had asked that question.

„Sappy, they are here for you, right? I really don’t want to interfere in your great victory yesterday,“ you asked him feeling guilty. Eyes narrowed onto your little brother, sadness deep within them. Even the group could tell it immediately.

Liam on the other hand was conflicted, as he did not know if he should lie or tell the truth. But you always could tell when he was lying so this wasn’t really an option. Just then another knock could be sound from outside. Without a word spoken, you walked over and opened it. To your surprise, a man in police attire was standing outside. A prime example of a hot, handsome police officer.

„Is this the Dunbar residence?“, he asked confused.

„Yes, officer, can I help you?“

„I got the message, that a pack meeting was here, right now-“

Before he could finish. Liam came to his rescue, „Come in Jordan. The rest is already here.“ So you stepped away from the man, who shamelessly checked you out.

„A pack, really? Don’t tell me, you are werewolves too!“, you overly dramatic threw these words around.

Shocked faces all around, as nobody really knew what to say. Except for one, „Not exactly, it’s a weird mix of everything under the sun.“ An even more handsome young guy told you while he descended the stairs.

„Oh my god, are you hot… Wait how old are you?“ The panic was evident in your voice.

„Almost nineteen,“ he answered truthfully.

„And you are not mounting my brother, little puppy, right?“ From panic to seductively in seconds. A talent only people with confidence and a big ego like yours could do.

„No, we are just friends. Your parents let me stay here until I can get onto my own feet.“ You could see the embarrassment on his face, but you could not see, where this should’ve come from.

You shook your head. „There is no need to be embarrassed. You are freaking hot, it would be easy to get you a modeling contract or football? You played right? I remember your face vaguely. For some time my boys and I went to high school plays to look for talents.“

He got even more embarrassed as he heard that and that you remembered him. You two had talked before, but now it felt different. 

„So if you see my door open, just come in.“ A little wink told him everything he needed to know. And he actually blushed.

„Them same to you officer.“

All people there looked dumbfounded that you flirted with two guys at the same time, without any consideration for anyone's feelings.

„He only has two partners at the same time. In the beginning, it was weird, to see him with two guys all three of them in the same relationship, but like with everything else, you can get used to it.“

„That’s right Sappy. And now I know, why you never told me who lives here because you knew he is my type, right?“ And Liam nodded defeated.

„I just wanted to protect him from your grabby hands.“ Fighting back was something new for you. Until now he always was rather passive with you.

You almost wanted to get a dog ball out but thought that most of them, would not understand the joke, like your teammates.

One of them, a skinny almost sick-looking dude, was glancing around, obviously confused. „Do we all ignore that he told us that he knows about werewolves?“, he asked in disbelief, nearly exploding.

„Does any of you really think, that all football players could play like this when they are humans? Of course, many like me have trained our whole lives. But there are also a lot who never needed to do anything, because of their werewolf powers.“ It was visible and audible, that this was a sore spot for you. And how couldn't it be? It was unfair.

„And why are you calling Liam, `Sappy´?“, the handsome guy living in your parent's home asked you. 

„Well, sit down, maybe even in my lap if you want and I tell you.“

Despite your generous offer, he decided to sit on an armchair, to your right. But you did not let it get to you, instead, a wide grin appeared on your face. „NO! You won’t tell them! It's embarrassing!“ Liam tried to persuade you to not do it, but you just put a hand over his mouth, as he tried to punch you from the side.

„It was eight, almost nine years ago. Liam always was a naive person. But then he believed everything I said…“

As you ended your story, the room erupted in laughter anew. With Liam giving up, hiding in your massive arm. You stroking his head, to get him to calm down. An ability only you had. He loved you too much, to even think of hurting you in any way.

„But now I believe you should go. I did my job in embarrassing little Sappy here and now I need to get him to love me again.“

They instantly understood that this wasn’t a request but an order and slowly left one by one. As you had given your brother to the handsome guy living under the same roof as you, you walked them all out. But the officer stood behind. For a bit longer.

„Here,“ he told you, as he had given you a piece of paper. A number on it, which only made you smirk.

„I knew you would have a taste. I hope you would not have anything against more partners?“ 

Now it was on him to smirk at you, „If I had would've I given you my number, hotshot? Just that you know, besides my career as a police officer, I also trained masseur, you know for the injury you inquired.“

He had known you were from the beginning and still hadn’t said anything. You liked that man very much. „I keep that in mind… We will see us, officer.“ As you closed the door, a sigh came from your dry lips. Seeing Theo cradle your little brother, was cute as nothing you have ever seen. Hopefully, they really were only friends. You wanted him for yourself.

Only time will tell, what happens.

[Masterlist]

#Theo Raeken imagines #Theo Raeken #Theo Raeken x male reader #Liam Dunbar #Liam Dunbar x male reader #Liam Dunbar imagines #Jordan Parrish x male reader #Jordan Parrish imagines #Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf x male reader #Teen Wolf imagine #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #x male reader imagine

[kareniliana]

Liam: A thing

Wattpad Transfer: comes with warning of extremely cliche and cringe. but it makes me smile. so enjoy

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"Y/N, come here!" You heard your brother yell from downstairs. You rushed down the stairs and to the kitchen where he was with Scott.

"Yes, dear brother of mine?" You jumped and sat on the counter top.

"Can you please tell your boyfriend to get his I.E.D. werewolf ass in this house within the hour?" Stiles asked sounding annoyed.

"First of all, he isn't my boyfriend. Second of all, he's already here." You said pointing to the door just as he knocked at it.

"How the damn hell?" Stiles muttered stumbling to the door and opening it to reveal a smiling Liam.

"Hey, look, my I.E.D. werewolf ass is in your house." Liam patted Stiles' shoulder and slowly walked over to you.

"Hey Y/N." He waved at you. You smiled and headed upstairs.

"What happened?" Liam asked when he knew you were on the stairs.

"Don't know, I called you her boyfriend, she got all in denial." Stiles shrugged.

"Oh.. okay." He said remembering about the night before.

He asked you to come over for dinner to meet his parents. They asked if you two were a couple, he answered immediately no. Then tried to backtrack and say you were 'figuring it out' but ended it with no.

"What did you do?" Scott asked as he got protective.

"Nothing, at least I don't think I did anything." He said with a confused look.

"What did you say at your stupid dinner?" Stiles asked sighing. 

"Nothing!" Lie.

"Spill, what did you say?" Scott demanded.

"My mom asked if we were together. I said no, we were figuring it out but no." He explained with remorse, knowing he fucked up.

"That's what you did. You idiot! Go! Go up there and apologize. Right now." Stiles pointed towards the stairs.

"okay" was all he said before he walked up the stairs and to your room. He knocked once. Nothing. Knocked again, nothing. Knocked a third time. Nothing, again.

He walked in to see the window opened, and not a Y/N in sight. He popped his head out the window and found you on the roof.

"How did you get up here? I barely made it." He attempted to make a joke as he finally made the crawl to you. He failed.

"I've gotten so used to it, muscle memory by now." Was all you said not taking your eyes off the horizon.

"I'm sorry for what I said last night at dinner. I didn't really know what we were. I still don't. I'm confused on this whole thing. You would literally be my first relationship thing person." He explained, not taking his eyes off of you.

"Liam, just go home. I don't want to hear it. We aren't a thing, so you don't have to worry about it. Just forget abou-" You were interrupted by Liam soft lips on yours. He took you by surprise. He parted and rested his forehead on yours.

"I like you, you weirdo. And I want us," He motioned to you and him "to be a thing. I want us to be, together. Like couple together."

"Okay" You giggled and rested your head on his shoulder as you both stared off to the horizon. 

"Are you finally a 'thing'?" You heard Stiles shout from your window.

"Yes, now go away!" Liam shouted back.

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[popcrone818]

Broken

Part 8

Season 5 episode 3

Chapter 8 opening

I stood with Stiles and Scott as Papa Stilinski straightened his tie and fluffed his jacket. He was getting ready for his first date since Claudia had died. I could tell Stiles was probably more excited for his dad than his dad was, but I could feel the nerves rolling off papa Stilinski in waves. I gently tugged on the back of Stiles’ shirt as he moved to get closer to his dad to help him get ready.

“Oh, I should have got a haircut.” The Sheriff ran a hand through his slightly greying hair as Stiles stepped out of my hold on him.

“Well, you know,” Stiles started, eyes darting towards Scott and I for backup. “Someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut.”

“I think you look great.” Scott said enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes at Scott but smiled at papa Stilinski, pulling on Stiles slightly again.

“Well, thank you, son I should have had.” He shoots Stiles and I a playfully glaring look, I feel Stiles wrap his arm around me and pull me in closer. Papa Stilinski starts to undo his tie.

“What the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea.” He stops trying to loosen his tie as I reach forward out of Stiles’ hold as I tighten his tie up again.

“What? Dad, dad it’s one date, okay? The town of Beacon Hills wont implode while your out with one woman,” he stops fixing his dads clothes, looks back at Scott and I and adds, “or man.”

“It’s a woman Stiles.”

“Okay.” Stiles emphasises excitedly.

“A very beautiful woman.” Papa Stilinski adds.

“What beautiful woman, by the way…?” Stiles raising an eyebrow.

“None of your business, any of you.” Stiles looks at Scott and I again before clicking his tongue and pouting.

“I wanna know.” I pat his bicep gently as Sheriff Stilinski tugs on his jacket before a loud shout of “STILINSKI!” Can be heard through the station. Stiles pushes me behind him as we all walk out of the sheriff’s office into the main hub of the station where Deputy Clark and Deputy Parrish are holding back a young man and a man in a suit stands by.

“Stilinski! I’m going to kill you!” The young man shouts.

“Donovan if you think that shocks me, remember it was well documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escourt the prisoner out.” The prisoner, Donovan, struggles against the two deputies and I can see Deputy Parrish tense his muscles under his uniform.

“I'm not angry, like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window-- I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife, and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask, "Why?", remember right now. Because this is why.” Donovan threatens in a calm tone. I watch the man in the suit pinch the bridge of his nose as Scott and Stiles cross their arms over their chest and step together in front of me. The sheriff seems to be taking it well and reacts to Donovan calmly, like this isn’t the first time this has happened before.

“Wow, that was awesome. That was awesome. That was great. Can we do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know?” Stiles uncrosses his arms and steps closer to his dad and does the most Stiles thing he could do to try and piss off Donovan. “Okay, you know what?” Donovan just looks at Stiles with a bored expression. “It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell. You know... just stuck there... forever.” Donovan then lunges towards us again Scott steps forward ready to jump in if needed and Stiles steps back reaching behind him to make sure I havent gone anywhere. I jumped at Donovan’s sudden outburst but dont move my feet as I stay quiet throughout the whole interaction.

“Get him out of here!” Stilinski yells. Clarke and Parrish are able to drag Donovan out of the station as Scott moves closer to Stiles.

“What the hell's an Anger Expression Inventory?” Scott asks in a hushed tone to not sound too stupid.

“It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy.” Stiles answers almost as hushed.

“That guy wanted to be a cop?”

“At least now, he's getting the full law enforcement experience.” Stiles shrugs pushing us out the door. Stiles struggles to get the Jeeps engine to turn over and I’m left propped up between the boys half in the backseat and half in the front seat.

“It’s anxiety.” Stiles says out of the blue.

“What is?” Scott cocks his head looking like a confused puppy.

“The chemo-signals? Oh I’m well aware of how you all monitor my emotional state, yeah.” I pat his arm from the backseat. I know that feeling well too. He tries the Jeep again and when the engine doesn’t turn over he slams his hand into the wheel causing me to jump back into the backseat away from an angry Stiles.

“You okay?” Scott questions him, I lean back in the seat as Stiles pulls out his phone to show scott a picture. I pull out my own with a message from Lydia lighting up the screen; ‘ 9-1-1 EMERGENCY.’ With her pinned location. I leant forward and thrust my phone between the boys in their line of vision.

“The banshee is calling.” My interruption pulled Stiles out of his anxiety filled head as he starts up the Jeep. It roars to life this time and we follow Lydia’s location pin.

I hurry along behind the boys as we pass a police barricade. Papa Stilinski, still dressed in his date attire comes up to us asking Scott questions in a hushed tone.

“Scott, you saw this kid Donovan, he wasn’t like you right?” Scott looked at Stiles and I as Stiles played with his abnormally long fingers.

“I dont think so…” Scott stammered.

“Unless he knows how to hide his scent.” Stiles piped up. I take a few steps closer to Lydia, Kira and Malia having noticed them when we walked up to the sheriff. I watched as Scott took off and us girls made our way back over to the father and son duo to wait for Scott. Parrish joined soon after. As we all grouped together static could be heard over Parrish’s radio.

“Scott? Is that you?” Parrish asked before the sheriff took the receiver.

“Yeah, I found Donovan, he’s completely freaked out he keeps saying some name.”

“What name?” The sheriff asked Scott. Before he could respond I heard Stiles mutter a name under his breath; Theo.

“Tracy, he keeps saying Tracy.”

“Tracy who?” The sheriff asks.

“Stewart.” Lydia jumps in and deadpans like she should have known the answer all along. “ Tracy Stewart.”

The boys wouldn't leave me alone for the rest of the night, Scott made camp on the floor in my bedroom and Stiles had made himself comfortable on my bed.

“You both know that she’s not coming after me right?” They both nod at me before Stiles throws a pillow off my bed and takes his shoes off. “And you also know Liam will smell you all over me tomorrow?” Stiles again nods and snuggles into the pillows he had left on my bed. “Your funeral.” I shrugged and got in next to Stiles.

The next morning when I woke up Stiles had his arm wrapped tightly around my waist and my head was nuzzled into the juncture between his head and shoulder. I felt his chest raise and fall and the warmth of his neck on my nose. I snuggled in a little bit more ultimately waking Stiles up with my movement.

“Good morning beautiful, where’s Scott gone?”

“I assume getting food and getting dressed, we do have school today.” Stiles groaned and pulled my body closer to his. He grumbled but got out of my bed anyway. After getting dressed I followed Stiles out to the Jeep dodging any attempt Scott tried at handing me his spare helmet. We jumped out of the Jeep as everyone walked up to stand around the still warm engine of Roscoe.

"Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping. It was a real disorder– it was night terrors." Lydia said as she crossed her arms over her chest walking up to the rest of us.

"Well, now she's the night terror. Especially since no one can find her." Stiles elaborates as he leans against the hood of the Jeep. Liams arm wraps loosely around my waist when he hears that little tid bit of information.His arm around my waist however didn't feel nearly as right as it should have and I involuntarily shivered under his touch. Stiles shot me a sideways glance as Scott sighs.

"Okay, I know we're all tired and miserable..." he looks around at each one of us stopping short at the look of excitement evident on Masons face. "Except for you."

Mason flicks his eyes to connect with mine and Liam’s behind me as he laughs lightheartedly. "Oh – I'm sorry. This is all just mind-blowing." He turns towards Scott and points to Kira as he continues, "You're a kitsune. I don't even know what that is."

Kira looks down and smiles softly, "I'm still learning."

Stiles scoffs as his eyes flick towards me for a split second before resting on my boyfriend standing slightly behind me. "Liam, we said you could tell him. Not invite him to the inner circle."

Liam looks to the ground and shuffles on his feet slightly, letting the arm around my waist fall to his side as Mason looks around at everyone of us, the worlds largest smile I’ve ever seen adorning his face. "Uh, I'm in the inner circle?" Liam places both of his hands in his jacket pocket and I move closer to Malia suddenly not feeling any sort of warmth or comfort from Liam.

"No." Liam mutters and Stiles with his exaggerated hand movements almost yells. I reach around behind Malia to hit Stiles on the back of his head, which is a lot easier to reach when he’s leaning on the Jeep, I turn my attention back to Liam who is looking at the ground and not paying any attention to me. I’ll talk to him later about the way he treated Mason.

"Guys, look, back to Tracy. She's just one lone wolf. We can find her." Scott takes charge of the group once again bringing us all back to our task at hand; finding Tracy.

"One lone serial killing wolf." Malia pipes up causing Stiles to make a face at her.

"Wha– I mean she only killed one person, you know – the other two were mauled... not quite serial killing status yet.” He looks between Malia and the rest of our group. I watch as Mason tries to take in all the information and blinks rapidly almost like he isn’t believing what he’s hearing Stiles say. "Alright, what do we do when we catch her?" He opens his arms almost reaching for suggestions.

Malia shrugs "I say we put her down."

Everyone looks at Malia then shares a look with each other almost asking without words if she’s serious or not. Mason seems to be enjoying the tension as his eyes light up and he mutters loud enough for everyone to hear clearly, "Intense."

Scott places his hands on the jeep again before stressing, "Guys, let's concentrate on catching her first. We'll figure out the rest later."

I walked the halls in my free period. I noticed Liam standing by the AP Biology classroom I ducked behind the wall as I watched his lips move before he took off and pulled the fire alarm, I followed Liam and Scott into Mr. Yukimura’s classroom where Tracy had a firm grip on Hayden’s forearm.

Liam went to take a step towards the two before Scott stopped him with an arm across his chest. I stood back with my arms crossed as I watched Scott slowly move his way closer to the two younger girls.

“Tracy. Tracy. Tracy. Tracy,” With each repetition of her name Scott moved closer and closer. Liam moving with him almost in sync. “Let go. Tracy!” her grip on Hayden tightened, I could see blood the tighter she grabbed on, and the more Hayden seemed to try to pull away.

“Hey, you're hurting me...” Hayden tried yet again to pull away, her face scrunching up in pain “Tracy, let her go.” Scott held his hand out to try to keep the peace. Tracey started to mumble as she let go of Hayden’s arm.

“They’re coming... They're coming for all of us.” Tracy fell forward as a silver liquid started to seep out of her mouth. Her eyes stayed open almost like she was staring into our souls as Scott and Mr. Yukimura picked her up and started to carry her out of the classroom and ultimately the school. As Stiles and Malia joined them, Liam and Hayden ran out of the classroom, I followed them both as Hayden spoke.

“She wasn't even supposed to be in our class. Where are they taking her?” She held her arm where Tracy had her tight grip.

“Uhh... The hospital, I guess...” Liam shuffled nervously before he answered Hayden and I could feel the tension between the two. I noticed that his eyes never even drifted in my direction. He looked down at the wound on Hayden’s arm before asking her the burning question and changing the subject. “Do you need help getting to the nurse's office?”

“I think I'll make it.” She snarkily remarked before I pushed passed the both of them bumping my shoulder into the back of Hayden’s shoulder and into the front of Liam and made my way to follow my group of friends hoping that I would be of use in some way.

As I took off in the direction of the animal clinic tears started to fall down my face. The hurt I felt when Liam didn’t even acknowledge my presence couldn’t even compare to the physical pain I felt with Brett or my father. I got to the animal clinic just as Deaton was performing his initial examination on Tracy. I rubbed furiously at my eyes before I entered but Stiles still gave me a questioning look as Deaton spoke.

“Pupils dilate under normal conditions.” Deaton then placed his fingers on her pulse point on her neck. “Heart rate is 250.” He then moved the collar of her shirt to examine her neck further. “ Evidence of an allogeneic skin graft on the right shoulder.” Stiles stepped closer to Tracy as he said it before his eyes flickered back over to me. “Now, this silvery substance at her lips is not something I've seen. It almost looks like mercury.” Deaton’s words caused everyone to follow his line of vision and look at the silvery substance that coated the corner of her mouth. Suddenly her body convulses for a second and Malia pipes up in the only way that Malia knows how.

“Uh... Can't you just give her a shot of something?” Malia seemed to be shuffling anxiously in her spot as she looked at the unconscious girl laying on the examination table. I stepped closer to Stiles, who was the closest to the door.

“She doesn't look to be in any pain...” Deaton’s eyebrows raise slightly as he looks at Malia and Scott and Stiles look at each other.

“I think she meant a shot to kill her.” I piped up as I laid my bag on bench off to the side. I shake my head as the two boys looks at me and Malia nods her head in agreement. Stiles looks like he wants to physically facepalm and Scott just looks dumbfounded.

Deaton scrunches up his face and draws his eyebrows together before he responds to Malia suggestion. “I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frowns on such measures.”

“Malia, you know we're not going to do that.” Scott speaks to Malia using a gentle voice like he would a child.

“How do you know she's not going to kill us?” Malia voice holds a sense of urgency that I can feel reverberate through my entire body.

“...She makes a decent point.” I point out almost bumping my shoulder with Stiles’ as I step even closer to the small circle surrounding Tracy.

“Either way, I'm going to have to let my dad know she's here.” Stiles turned back around from facing me to look at Scott and Deaton.

“Agreed.” Deaton nodded taking a step away from the examination table. “And, while I may argue against euthanasia, I'm not opposed to a little...” he reached behind him and picked up a bottle of a black like ash. “Extra security.” Mountain ash. He threw the contents of the bottle at the entrance of the room and it connected with the rest of the building. We all stood around as we waited for something to happen but hoping that nothing would happen. Stiles was staring intently at the line of mountain ash on the floor.

“Don't worry, Stiles-- Tracy won't be able to cross a line of mountain ash. She's not going anywhere.”

“Yeah, that's kind of what I'm afraid of...” Stiles says as he stands up from leaning on the table. I fiddle with my fingers as I start thinking the same line of thoughts that I'm sure Stiles is also thinking.

“Well, Amya, you and I will be able to get out of here, no problem.” Deaton pauses, for dramatic effect, I'm sure. “You two? Not so much.” His head nods to each of the supernatural creatures currently conscious. Malia reaches out and touches the barrier between the room in the animal clinic and the outside world, the ripple of a currant causes her to retract her hand before mumbling.

“Weird.”

“Scott? Would you mind holding her down? I'm going to be trying a few more invasive tests.” Deaton picks up a scalpel as Scott holds onto her bicep and Stiles and I try to be helpful by holding down her legs. The scalpel does nothing as Deaton drags it along her skin. Not even leaving a red mark behind. He pushes harder trying anything to pierce her skin with the sharp blade. Tracy starts to pant lightly as a sudden clink of snapping metal can be heard. Deaton holds up a now broken scalpel and Stiles and I share a look before we both react in the same manner and tone.

“I think you're gonna need a bigger blade...” Deaton tilts his head to the side as he looks at Stiles and I.

Deaton starts to notice something strange on Tracy’s neck. I look closer and see something moving under her skin.

“Now, this is interesting...” Deaton exclaims as he moves her head to the side. Stiles and Scott make a move over to the other side of the room as Scott’s phone vibrates.

“Malia, Amya, help me turn her over, please.” Malia and I move forward and help Deaton with moving Tracy onto her stomach. I tried to listen to what the boys were saying but watching the scene before me unravel was a truly horrifying thing to watch. And I’ve seen a few horror movies.

“I think I know what she is.” Stiles says loud enough for Deaton and I to also be able to hear him. I look down and watch as what appears to be Tracy’s spine starts to wriggle and move under her skin.

“Do you care to enlighten the rest of us? Because this doesn't look too good...” Deaton’s voice causes me to shiver as Stiles and Scott move closer to us to get a better look at what was going on. Deaton starts to press on some spots on her back as the bone moves. All of a sudden, her back splits open and blood squirts out hitting Scott and Deaton. I hide behind Stiles hopefully missing the spray of blood myself. As I peak out from behind Stiles I watch as the vertebra of her spine seems to be moving. A tail springs out from her back as we all move closer to watch the dance her spine had been doing. The tail flicks out and catches Stiles in the chest. As Tracy pushes herself up off the table her tail gets Deaton on the cheek. Both Deaton and Stiles fall to the floor as Malia, Scott and I try to avoid her tail while she looks around frantically. Malia is the next one to get hit by the tail and she falls against one of the benches, Tracy then moves her eyes to look at me, and Scott tried to make a grab for her, as she whirls around to get Scott with her claws her tail plunges into my side and I scream falling to the floor by Stiles. Tracy makes a break for it and easily passes over the line of mountain ash. She runs out of the animal clinic as Scott tries to go after her before he too falls to the floor. How the fuck did she just pass the mountain ash. And how the fuck are we going to be able to tell the others if none of us can move. From his position with his face pressed up against the floor, Stiles all but yells.

“It wasn't a Werewolf.”

“Kanima...” Scott whispers into the abyss of the animal clinic.

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[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

In Which Ondine Breaks a Promise

“Don't worry. No one’s gonna run your girlfriend off.”

“She's not my–she’s not my girlfriend.”

Word Count: 2121

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Female OC

The last thing Liam expected that morning was to be pulled into a musty broom closet by Ondine Beck. But when his eyes adjusted to darkness he found himself nose-to-nose with her. Her hands rested on his forearms, holding onto him like she was scared he’d run away.

“Hey,” he said a little breathlessly. She didn’t reply, her eyes searching his face. For a stupid moment, Liam was scared she was going to kiss him, then she reached behind him and flipped the light switch.

They both winced at the sudden light, but Ondine recovered quickly and got to her point. She was still holding him close. “Liam, I need to tell you something weird. Crazy even. But I don’t think you’ll think it's crazy because I think that you’ll understand and maybe your friends will understand and then maybe they can help me but my mom told me not to talk to you—but I don’t want to not talk to you.”

All Liam could do was blink. “I think that’s the longest sentence you've ever said. Like, ever.”

Ondine squeezed his arms as a frustrated look crossed her face. “Shut up… just don’t freak out.”

He nodded immediately, before he looked around and realized once again that they were standing in a broom closet. Liam tilted his head a bit with a thoughtful frown. “You said your mom doesn’t want you to talk to me? Why? I didn’t do anything, did I?”

“No, you didn’t,” she said, seeming to choose her words carefully. “But I think another werewolf did, and now she doesn’t trust any of them.”

Liam backed away from her as much as he could, which wasn’t much in the cramped closet. His reaction made Ondine wince, and she let her arms fall to her sides. “I meant to say that a little more carefully.”

“I–I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Ondine said matter-of-factly. “Listen, I want to talk to Scott. I wanna know if… if werewolves are really as evil as my mother says.”

“We’re not,” Liam answered, meeting the girl’s gaze quickly. The way her eyes were pleading with him to not run away made him calm down a bit. “So what are you guys? The others and I figured your family isn’t human, but we can’t figure out what you are.”

She avoided his eyes, turning a bucket over and sitting on it. Biting her nails, she stood up again and kicked the bucket aside. Not even a second later she pulled it back over and sat back down. Her restlessness was putting Liam on edge, and as she prepared to stand once again he gripped her shoulders and shook her slightly.

“Ondine, you're freaking me out.”

“You said you wouldn't freak out!”

“I lied!”

With a huff of annoyance she decided to just spit it out. “We’re sirens.”

It came out as a whisper. She was shaking slightly, like admitting it had sent a shock through her.

Liam listened to her heart beat like Scott had taught him to; she wasn’t lying. And then he was hit with another wave of confusion. “Siren? Like a mermaid?”

“No, idiot. Like the bird women from Greek mythology.” She grabbed his hands from her shoulders, holding them in front of her. “I literally just learned all of this last night, and I don't understand any of it. But I do understand that there's a Dead Pool with my name on it. I’d like to see it.”

“Yeah, okay. Done. But—how did you not know you’re a siren until yesterday?” That question had been bothering him for a while. Why would her family not tell her she’s not human?

Ondine raked a hand through her hair and stared at the floor. “There’s a tradition that we’re not supposed to find out what we are until we turn sixteen. That’s when we come of age and go through this weird metamorphosis thing.”

“When do you turn sixteen?”

“Next week.”

“So… what? On your birthday you’ll turn into a bird lady?”

“Pretty much.” Ondine tried to laugh it off, but her forced smile fell almost immediately. “It's gonna be pretty hard for me to meet up with you guys without my mom finding out. I’ll give you my number so you can text me a time and place. I’ll find a way to get there.”

After she put her number into his phone, Ondine took a deep breath and shook out her shoulders. Right as she prepared to leave the closet first, her hand hovered over the handle and she whipped back around to face Liam. She looked conflicted, before she blurted out, “I don’t think you're a heartless monster, by the way.”

Liam wasn't sure how to reply to that. He settled for nodding a bit awkwardly and a quick, “Thanks.”

With a tiny grin, Ondine slipped out of the closet. Liam waited a minute before he too left, running into Scott almost immediately. His alpha had been standing around the corner, listening in on the entire conversation. Scott looked just as perplexed as Liam did.

“Lydia was right. It did handle itself.”

Liam barely heard him, his mind on overdrive as he attempted to process everything he’d just learned. So far, the girl he was kinda-sorta friends with knew he was a werewolf. She didn’t seem to care and wasn’t afraid of him, so that was good. That same girl was a siren, which he didn't know much about but was planning on doing intense research on the subject later on. Lastly, her mom hated werewolves and forbade Ondine from going near them. Though it seemed that Ondine didn't care too much about what her mother said.

But hey, on the bright side, he got her number. That was a step in the right direction.

****

It was that same day that Liam texted Ondine the address to Derek’s loft, telling her to be there at midnight.

The nervous boy was standing with Scott, Derek, Stiles, and Lydia. He checked his phone for what seemed to be the thousandth time: 11:55 pm.

Derek rolled his eyes at the younger wolf’s anxiety. “Would you relax? She’s almost here.”

“How do you know? She never texted anything back,” Liam reasoned, slipping his phone into his jacket pocket.

“I know because I can hear her outside in the parking lot,” Derek said, only making Liam stress even more.

He tugged at his hair and gave each of them a serious look. “Okay, she just learned about the supernatural world yesterday, and she seemed really freaked out earlier, so don't scare her.”

“Don't worry,” Stiles said with a teasing glint in his eyes. “No one’s gonna run your girlfriend off.”

“She's not my–she’s not my girlfriend,” Liam snapped a little too quickly, glaring at his friends' smirking faces. “We’re not even friends. Not really. She doesn’t want to be friends.” He tried not to sound bitter, but what Ondine had said to Kira and Malia had not been forgotten.

Before anyone could tease him any more—thank goodness, Liam’s face was already bright red—Ondine Beck strode in with sleepy eyes and a green bike helmet tucked under her arm.

“Just so you know, I’m sacrificing my sleep schedule for this,” Ondine said, her eyes sweeping the room and landing on Liam. She grinned at him, and the sight made him warm inside. “You have the Dead Pool?”

Stiles spoke before Liam could reply. “What? No ‘hey, how are you?’”

The girl gave him a sour stare, moving to place her helmet on the metal table at the center of the room. “Hey, Stiles. How are you?”

“I’m–”

“Oh, wait. I just realized that I don’t care.” She sent Stiles a fake smile and walked over to Liam, standing beside him with crossed arms. “Can we get to it? It’s only a matter of time before my parents find out I'm gone and contact the national guard.”

Lydia reached into her pocket and pulled out the folded sheet of paper. It was the second half of the Dead Pool; the one with her family’s names on it. Ondine’s eyes flickered back and forth as she read the names one by one, her lip slipping between her teeth.

Liam gently bumped her shoulder with his own. “Hey, you okay?”

It took a moment for her to reply, and it wasn’t what any of them expected. She scoffed suddenly, looking at Liam with a bewildered scowl. “Olivia is worth five million? But I’m only worth three! What’s she got that I don’t?”

“Okay, I think we need to have a long talk about priorities,” Stiles said when her outcry was met with silence.

Ondine shrugged and gave Lydia back the paper. “Don’t bother. Besides, my mom’s worth eight million, which means those assassins must have thought they’d hit the jackpot by attacking us.”

“Assassins?” Scott questioned at once, concern crossing his face. “You were attacked.”

“Last night,” Ondine said with an air of nonchalance. “I technically wasn't supposed to find out I come from a long line of half sirens until I turn sixteen next week, but being nearly killed sped up the process.”

Lydia gave the Beck girl a thoughtful look. “So what happens on your birthday?”

All Ondine could do was shrug once again as she fiddled with her hoodie strings. “I’m not sure. My mom hasn’t told me that much, but the gist of it is I’ll grow wings and talons, my eyes will turn purple, and I’ll…” with a gulp, she forced herself to continue. “I’ll have the urge to kill anything that moves.”

As to be expected, this received some upset responses from the others. Stiles ran hand over his face, looking a tad bit exhausted. “Great. Perfect. Now we can add you to the long list of people trying to kill us.”

“Shut up, Stiles,” Liam growled, his eyes flashing yellow for a split second.

Ondine took a step back, shoving her hands in her pockets as a defense mechanism. “My mom won’t let me hurt anyone. We have a cabin upstate, far away from any humans. That’s where I’ll go on my birthday. Mom said she’d explain it better soon, but… I don’t think she trusts me very much.”

“Don’t say that,” Liam said. “I’m sure it’s not that.”

“Maybe.” Ondine was getting tired of shrugging, but she did it a third time anyway. “Er, I should get going. Thanks for meeting with me so late, it means a lot.”

Derek stopped her before she could leave. “I know your mother doesn’t like our kind, it’s become common knowledge for werewolves to stay clear of your property, so why would you blatantly defy her by talking to us?”

The question threw Ondine off, and she struggled to gather her wits off the floor. Derek could have sworn her eyes flickered to Liam before she stuttered out a reply. “My mother is validly paranoid. She shut everyone else out of our lives in an attempt to keep us safe… but I want to be better than her. I don’t want to shut everyone out. Besides, I’ve got no reason to hate werewolves. You guys seem pretty chill to me.”

That seemed to satisfy Derek, and when Liam and Ondine left (the boy had offered to walk her back downstairs), the remaining pack just gave each other amused looks as they left.

“So Liam’s whipped?” Lydia surmised, her eyes still on the door where the two younger kids had disappeared through.

“Pretty much,” Scott replied with a smirk. In a weird way, the obvious crush his beta had on the siren reminded him of himself and Allison: a newly bitten teenage werewolf falls for a girl whose family hates his kind. History really does like to repeat itself.

That thought made his smile fall. Hopefully, it won't repeat itself too much. Scott couldn’t let another him and Allison end so tragically.

****

Climbing back into her room through the window, Ondine didn’t bother with changing into pajamas and flopped onto her bed face first.

She was half asleep when her phone buzzed from where it still resided in her pocket. Groaning, she pulled it out and squinted at the bright screen. Her foul expression fell once she saw the text was from Liam.

Liam: did you make it home ok?

Ondine: yep :)

Liam: ok, sleep well

The short conversation left a smile on the girl’s face. Ondine set her phone on her nightstand, turning over in bed to attempt to get some much needed rest.

In the morning, Ondine did some Oscar worthy acting when her mother searched every nook and cranny of the house, swearing she was catching the scent of wolves.

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[amylillian22]

A little Drabble since the new Teen Wolf trailer was release a few days ago.

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[bullshittingmywaythroughlife]

Person B: Dom or sub?

Person A: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though

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Person B: Don't you fucking dare

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[heliads]

Lacrosse

Stuck in Beacon Hills after Liam Dunbar insisted he stay, Theo Raeken wants nothing more than to run. He joins Liam's lacrosse team in the hopes of becoming a nuisance, but instead, it just brings them closer together than Theo could ever imagine.

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Theo Raeken is alive, surprisingly, and that leaves him with far less to do than he really expected. Theo always assumed that once the fighting stopped and his life was no longer in immediate danger, he’d just know what to do after that. You know, he’d live a normal life and that would be that. He would know how to exist like everyone else. 

Theo is now freshly out of hell and he can confirm that he was wrong. Living is hard. You have to do it right. Decisions made in the thick of battle don’t have to be good, they just have to keep you alive long enough to make another one. Outside of a fight, though, everything matters. 

Frankly, it’s a little disheartening. Theo figured he was capable enough to survive without anyone, but it looks like that might not be the case. 

He’s not alone, though. Someone made sure of that. Someone stopped Theo from moving out of town despite his best efforts otherwise, and that someone would be Liam Dunbar. 

Yeah, Theo can’t really believe that part. Despite the fact that Theo spent several months manipulating Liam into wanting to kill Scott McCall (and would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids), Liam still wants Theo here. Unhinged behavior. 

Every other member of the McCall pack shares in that skepticism, but Liam is apparently unbothered by it. He decided that Theo would be staying, and seeing as Theo himself seems to have no say in the matter, he’ll be sticking around a little longer. 

The problem is that Theo doesn’t want to stay in Beacon Hills, not really. This is the site of his great failure, his inability to topple the McCall pack like he’d been planning for so long. Even the sight of Liam is another reminder that Theo tried to make everything work according to his twisted schedule and just couldn’t do it. 

At the end of the day, Liam Dunbar is– well, he’s Liam, and that encapsulates a whole hell of a lot more than Theo could ever adequately put into words. Liam flies off the handle at a moment’s notice. Liam alternates between being down in the dumps to raring to go with more frequency than a pendulum. 

Liam also is the only one who checked to see where Theo was staying after the dust cleared. The only one who could be regularly counted on to watch Theo’s back as opposed to just leaving him high and dry in the middle of a fight. Theo isn’t sure how to respond to any of that, so he goes with his usual response:  blank apathy with a little bit of targeted aggression. It has yet to fail him.

The fact that he’s been all but ordered to stay put so Liam can keep an eye on him is incredibly frustrating. Theo wants nothing more than to leave this whole godawful town behind him, find another pack to torment and maybe succeed there. Liam only wants Theo here so he can feel some sort of protective bullshit. After all, Liam’s the one who ‘saved’ Theo from his dark side, maybe he feels called to keep Theo in line now.

Regardless, Theo doesn’t like it. Liam apparently wants him on the straight and narrow, which isn’t anywhere in line with Theo’s idea of a good time. Instead of putting his plotting skills to good use and actually succeeding, Theo has to do boring things, like go to class, do his homework, and otherwise live like Liam and the rest of the do-gooders in the McCall pack. What a nightmare.

The only foreseeable way Theo can get out of this is if Liam gets so sick of him that he finally relinquishes the noose he’s got around Theo’s throat. So, Theo launches his best plan of attack:  namely, being so infuriating that Liam kicks him out of Beacon Hills as soon as possible.

Theo is wonderful at being insufferable. He’s also very good at being adaptable. When constantly flirting with Liam’s ex, Hayden, doesn’t seem to be doing the trick, Theo switches tactics and goes after his friends instead. Suddenly, Mason and Corey can’t hang out because Theo desperately needs them for studying or something else. Liam is left alone with no one to blame for it but Theo.

Or, that’s how it should have gone, but instead Liam just grins and talks about how glad he is that Theo’s really fitting in with the rest of them. Impossible boy. Theo can’t even rely on the old classic of getting Stiles to suss out his obviously evil tactics because all of the pack members in Scott’s pack graduated earlier this year. It’s just Theo and Liam and the rest of the younger ones, and none of them are nearly as suspicious as Theo would like.

Out of sheer desperation, Theo focuses on the one thing Liam likes more than anything:  lacrosse. Theo still has the reflexes, speed, and strength of a werewolf, even if he left most of his chimera abilities behind in hell. All Theo has to do is run a few laps, do some pushups, and show off the fact that he’s obviously got anger issues, and the lacrosse coach is practically jumping up and down with delight.

Theo shows up to the first practice that afternoon, outpaces Liam every chance he gets even when it means he’s heaving for breath whenever the other boy’s back is turned. It’s worth it, seeing the competitive streak flare to life in Liam’s eyes when he realizes he’s finally met his match. Yes, Theo wants to scream, that’s what I’m talking about. Hate me. Hate me so much for beating you that you run me out of this town.

Theo’s never really cared much for lacrosse, but at this moment, he thinks he’ll play it until the day he dies. He gets to run for hours and charge into other people and knock them down so he can score and score and score, never ending, always up for one more round. Coach loves him. Liam grows more furious by the second. It’s everything he wanted.

At the end of the day, Theo has to snap his mind back to reality and remind himself that this isn’t why he joined the team, not that animal roar in his ears whenever he scores but to get out of here once and for all. Pushing Liam past his breaking point is all that matters.

Theo swears to himself that he’s only there to serve as a hindrance, to get under Liam’s skin in yet another way out of thousands, but something in his chest still sparks with approval when he gets his official school jersey for the first time. There’s a number on the back, his, and some voice inside asks if he’s ever had something just for him in so long. The rage, that was the doctors’; the guilt, that belonged to his sister; but whatever he does out on the field, that is his and no one else’s.

That gets harder and harder to remember as the days turn into weeks and the whole lacrosse thing keeps getting better. Theo plays as a part of the team, they face other schools and they win decisively, Theo makes sure of it. To hell if he’s an aggressive player, that’s how you win. Even when some of that rage is directed towards Liam instead. Besides, Coach has said that Theo and Liam can fight with each other all they want in practice so long as they turn that aggression towards the rival players when it’s game time, so isn’t that basically just a seal of approval for Theo to be Theo?

The best part is that he’s good at it. Really good at it. That goes beyond a werewolf’s enhanced athleticism– Theo was made for sports, or so he’s taken to thinking since putting on that jersey. The plays make sense to him, the strategies stick in his brain even when he’s dead tired but the game must go on. Theo likes lacrosse and lacrosse likes Theo. Easy as that.

Even Liam can admit it. He keeps doing this thing where he keeps treating Theo like his friend. Whenever Theo scores a good goal or Beacon Hills High wins a game, Liam goes up to Theo and slaps him on the back or gives him this one-armed hug around their lacrosse sticks that should be awkward but somehow isn’t. For this brief moment, it’s like Liam forgets who Theo is and what he stands for, that they’re just teammates who can celebrate together, joined together by the sheer force of that victory.

The moment always ends, though. Liam’s breath catches in his chest, Theo can hear the hesitation, and he steps away quickly as if nothing happened so they can go back to hating each other. The moment keeps getting pushed off, though. Every game it takes them more and more time to remember who they are.

That extra time gives Theo chances to notice things that he didn’t before. Liam’s good at lacrosse just like Theo is, they both have that same fire in their stomachs to go out there and do something well. They both stand side by side when it’s time to face off with the other team at the start of the match, like they know they could win the whole game even if it was just the two of them and the other team should be quite aware of it, too. 

Also, Liam Dunbar laughs with his eyes closed. When he really means it, that is— nothing like that polite chuckle he’ll do when someone isn’t really being funny but standing there motionless in the face of a failing joke seems to be in poor taste. Theo has seen it a few times now.

The first thing he thought was that it was a weakness. Never close your eyes around anybody or you’ll get hit before you know it. The second realization hit him like a gut punch, because Liam probably knows that but does it around Theo anyway because Liam trusts him enough for that. To give Theo a chance to strike because he knows Theo won’t do it. To close his eyes when he’s laughing and let Theo smile back at him. Trusted. Protected. No longer a threat. 

Theo has always been a threat. The thought that at some point over the past few months, that stopped being true, shakes him more than he cares to admit. Not everybody around here feels the same way, and every time Scott or Stiles comes around, they always bring back a fresh current of distrust against Theo, but Liam seems to have given up on that front.

Maybe Theo has given up too. He realizes that it’s been a while since he thought of leaving. Just the other day, he was talking absently about plans he was going to make a few months from now, plans that involved him staying here perhaps forever. Liam had been there (isn’t he always?) and grinned triumphantly when Theo mentioned that. Theo hadn’t understood it then, but he thinks he does now.

There is a lot to Liam that Theo didn’t notice, even beyond the physical. He does things to Theo that Theo can’t describe. Liam makes Theo nervous, but not like hunters-and-death nervous, something else. Something like a racing heart even when he should have cooled down after practice. Something like how every time they drive together or walk together or even stand side by side, Theo can’t stop his mind from spiraling into the thousand ways they might touch, accidentally or maybe– maybe even on purpose.

Theo feels that all he can do is look, and look, and look. Liam’s hair is longer now than when they first met, it gets in the other boy’s face until he irritably brushes it behind his ears only for it to fall back in place about ten minutes later. It’s dark usually, but when the sun is setting and the windows are rolled down in Theo’s truck, Theo swears Liam’s hair looks like pure gold.

Theo can’t stop looking. He thinks that it might be all he has ever wanted to do, look. They’re in a car driving home from practice and it’s a good thing that Liam is behind the wheel, because Theo probably would have crashed a dozen times from not keeping his eyes on the road.

This isn’t what Theo was supposed to do, and he knows it, so he turns to a distraction in the form of the only answer he seems to get right:  lacrosse. The championship game is coming up for the season, and Theo wants to win this one more than anything. He throws himself into training extra long, extra hard, anything to get this right. He needs this win more than breathing.

It almost works, that’s the best part. Theo loses all track of time and then he blinks and he’s there on the field, the night sky pitch black and the lights like stars forced down to earth. There’s a roaring in the stands that matches the triumphant yell building in his throat, and he realizes at last that he has done it.

God, he feels like a bullet ripped from a gun. Theo is soaring through the air, a crack of gunpowder in a shock of sound, and nothing in this world can tear him down. He won. He won. They all won, actually, and for some reason that distinction makes it better, not worse.

Theo spots Liam across the field and sprints over to him, not caring if he’s moving too fast for a human or not. Liam doesn’t see Theo immediately, too caught up in glancing around the stands like he’s looking for someone. Theo doesn’t like that in the slightest. Something in the back of his head screams that Theo is the only one Liam should be looking for, the only one that should matter in the entire damned world.

Then Liam glances up and sees Theo there before him and grins, this wide smile a bit too big for his face, so full of the same joy and passion that Theo feels right now. He almost wonders if that’s the chemosignals getting to him, both of them standing so close that their same happiness is reverberating through their bodies, building with every passing moment. It might be why he feels better than anything he’s ever felt before. It might be why he finally has the confidence to do something he’s been wanting to do for a very long time.

Liam is surprised when Theo kisses him, Theo can feel it like an electric shock against his skin. He isn’t angry, just surprised.

Theo breaks away, chest heaving, and Liam blinks up at him. “Hayden used to do that. Kiss me after games, I mean.”

Theo nods, jaw set. “Yeah, well, I’m doing it now.”

It doesn’t feel like Theo is encroaching upon some ancient tradition of Liam and his ex-girlfriend. Instead, it seems oddly as if Hayden herself is the outsider here, that Liam’s having brought her up is wrong somehow. The girl’s memory is a villain, and Liam turns a dark shade of scarlet not entirely unlike the tint of his jersey for having shattered their peace by saying her name.

Theo isn’t willing to let the moment be ruined, though, and he pulls Liam in again by the collar of his jersey. The maroon fabric twists in his fingers. It’ll turn out to be torn later, pierced by claws Theo doesn’t remember bringing out. He’s always had such good control over his supernatural tendencies. It’s just like Liam to ruin that for him.

This time, Liam kisses him back. It’s Theo’s turn to be surprised now, amazed by the force with which Liam tears down their walls.

“Easy,” he says, halfway to a laugh, “try not to break my teeth.”

“You’d deserve it,” Liam grumbles, but he’s grinning again by the time they reconnect.

There’s a shout across the field, someone calling their names. Belatedly, Theo remembers that they probably have to shake hands with the opposing team and take photos and whatnot. He says as much to Liam, who looks supremely unhappy to be interrupted in this way.

Theo isn’t bothered by it, though. Not much. Sure, the timing is inconvenient as hell, but there will be chances later:  after the game debrief, in the car driving home, all night and all the next day, plus the rest of the weekend. Kind of like forever, actually.

It occurs to Theo, as they’re walking back across the field, that finally– finally– he did something right. It feels very, very good.

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[heartbreakgrill]

out of the woods: theo raeken.

1989 (Heartbreak Grill’s Version)

looking at it now it all seems to simple. we were lying on your couch. i remember.

“i have to go.”

theo groaned as the words left my lips. his arms, wrapped securely around my waist, tightened their grip as he inhaled a hopeless breath.

“no,” he nudged my neck with his nose, eliciting a soft giggle from me. “no, stay, please.”

“theo,” i wriggled away from his ticklish touches, “i have to go.”

i tried to remove myself from his grasps, but he was strong. his large, warm hands, slid over my bare stomach, gripping onto my hips. he pressed my back into the mattress, as my wrestling arms came to rest on his shoulders. he had been growing out his hair and now it hung low enough to ghost over my collarbones. i shivered as the strands drug across my skin, theo’s lips attached to my neck.

“theo,” i persisted, “scott gets off at 8. he’s going to come into my room and check if i’m there. when i’m not, he’s going to notify every single supernatural within a thirty mile radius, and every policeman within the county. they will be on your doorstep by 8:15, and i will be dead.”

as i spoke, i continued to try to fight theo’s strong hold, lifting my body from the mattress, and pushing back at his shoulders. my words seemed like a good enough threat to get him moving.

“i don’t want you to go,” he moved to the edge of the bed, feet flat upon the floor.

i stood and gathered my clothes, occasionally tossing him pointed glances, “as much as i enjoy this- i would prefer to not die tonight. i have a chemistry exam tomorrow. here-“

theo rolled his eyes as i tossed his boxers to him. it landed on top of his head. i stifled a laugh and tugged on my jeans.

theo ripped the boxers off and mocked my laughter, “haha, very funny.”

i shrugged and stuck my head through my t-shirt. “listen,” i made my way towards the front door of theo’s tiny, studio apartment. it wasn’t much, but it beat sleeping in his truck every night, like he had been doing. i laced up my shoes, “i should be able to see you tomorrow night. i’ll text you, though, let you know what’s happening.”

theo noticed i was reaching for the door handle and quickly shimmied into his boxers. he slapped a hand against the door, “wait!”

it slammed shut. i looked up at him, an expectant expression on my face. “yeah?”

theo caught my chin in his hands, and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. i melted into the moment, leaning my weight into his hold, allowing my fingers to gently ghost his chest. however, as soon as theo moved to deepen the exchange, my phone started ringing.

my eyes flew open, a wide, worried look taking over my dazed face. i held out a finger towards theo, as if to shush him, as i answered the call.

“hello? oh, hi, scott,” i shot theo a glance. he crossed his arms, figure shrunk in a guilty demeanor. “no, yeah- i’m on my way home now. oh, chinese sounds good. yep- no, yeah. just gotta shower first. just- with gina. yep. studying. chem exam tomorrow! yep. yeah. k. love you! bye.”

i stared at my phone for a second, as though scott were going to climb out of it and kill theo for even being in the same room as me. when that didn’t happen, i let out a deep breath.

“okay,” i looked to the boy, “i have got to get going. i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“yeah,” theo couldn’t help but grin down at me, “tomorrow.”

i noticed his body tilt towards mine, his chest lean towards me, and i held up a finger, cocked a brow. “don’t even think about it or i will never get out of here.”

i could hear him groaning as i shut the door behind me.

–

you took a polaroid of us, then discovered the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color.

“what are you doing for your birthday?”

i balanced the popcorn bowl on my lap as i twisted around on the couch. theo glanced over at me from the fridge, flashing that bright, wide grin.

i couldn’t help but smile, though nothing special really was happening. “not sure yet. why do you ask?”

“just wondering.”

i stared at the back of his stooped, trying to read between the lines of his very few words. theo could feel my gaze, could hear my curious heartbeat, and looked up against. “what?”

i slowly brought a piece of popcorn to my lips, brows furrowed, “why are you asking?”

“nothing,” he reached into the fridge and grabbed a can of coke. the door shut softly behind him. he neared the couch and cracked open the drink. i continued to stare him. “why do you keep staring at me like that?”

“because i know it’s not nothing,” i set the bowl down on the coffee table and came up onto my knees. theo tilted his head and peered down at me. “you’ve got stuff on your mind. say it. let it out into the open. this is a judgement free zone.”

he chuckled softly as i gestured to the tiny apartment. “not exactly a zone as is.”

i reached up and smacked his forearm. “just tell me! please?”

theo took another sip of his coke, thinking intensely. “there’s really not much to say. i was just thinking how your birthday is coming up and i wanted to maybe do something special for you.”

“wait, really?” i perked up, elbows pressed into the back of the couch and chin planted upon my palms. “aw, wait really?”

theo rolled his eyes, “yes, really. but, i know you guys probably have stuff planned. so, i was just trying to get a feel for when we could fit something in.”

“no one’s said anything to me about any plans. though,” my mind wandered a bit, and the stupid hope theo’s healing heart always gave me filled my lungs, “if they do figure something out, i don’t see why you couldn’t just come to that..?”

theo’s soft face hardened slightly, a gut wrenching frown painting his pink lips. “yeah…i don’t know about that. liam still wants me dead. scott and stiles hate me- not to mention malia and lydia probably would be happy to kick me in the balls.”

i thought over the words, imagining each scenario play out. he was right. “yeah…” i trailed off, “yeah, i don’t think that would happen. i just-“

i struggled to find my words, gaze distant, hope shattered. “i don’t know-“

“i know,” theo touched my cheek, fingers cold from the can of coke now in his other hand. “i know.”

“i’m tired of hiding, theo,” my voice came out quiet and timid, expressive to how i was truly feeling. it was exhausting, constantly sneaking around, always being on the lookout for scott.

“i know, baby,” he squatted down to my level, holding my face with both hands, now. his thumbs brushed over the apples of my cheeks, eyes catching my distant ones. “listen…i know it’s hard, but…they just don’t understand it, okay? they wouldn’t get it. you- you put your faith in me when i didn’t deserve it. if it wasn’t for you, if it wasn’t for your hope, i don’t think i would be the man i am today. you saw a lost, broken boy and you helped me get back on my feet. you helped me make up for every wrong i’ve done. i…”

he didn’t continue any sentence. he just pressed his lips together. my heart fluttered at the anticipation of what it could’ve been he wanted to say.

“i just wish…” i gathered some thoughts, “i wish they’d give you a chance.”

“one day,” theo kissed me shortly, “i think…one day, it’ll happen.”

we curled up on the tiny couch, fit for his small apartment, and watched a movie. i lay in the crevice of his side, clutching to his body like it would be taken from me. often, i worried that that would happen. scott would catch us, committing no crimes, and juror theo to a fate worse than death. it seemed so silly- scott was the sworn protector of this town. he always ensured everyone’s happiness, health, prosperity. yet, when it came to me, those guarantees fell short. he’d rather i be holed up in my room, or holed up at school, my nose in a book, than i live, than i date or work or go out with friends.

it made everything so complicated. it made my life complicated- i had rules to follow, i had curfews, i had to answer the phone every time he called or the entire world would fall apart. i understood my brother just wanted me to be safe, to stay alive- but he was ruining my life while trying to save it.

i looked up towards theo, worry swimming through my eyes. he turned his head at my own shuffling and smiled, though it faded at the sight of my worried face.

“hey, hey,” he shifted his body towards mine, “baby…it’s okay. hey…everything’s gonna be okay, yeah? i won’t let anything ruin this, okay?”

“i’m just worried he’s gonna take you away from me…”

“i know,” theo brushed the hair from my face, “i know, but i won’t let him. i…”

that unfinished thought again.

i set my hands upon theo’s shoulder, worry being coaxed down by the affection i felt for him. “i love you,” i admitted.

theo’s face softened, the gold flecks in his eyes on fire from my confession. he pulled my face closer towards his, rushing out a response before crashing our lips together.

“i love you.”

–

and i remember thinking: are we out of the woods yet? are we in the clear yet good?

“i saw theo today.”

i looked up from my plate, eyes widened in curiosity. i flicked my gaze between lydia, scott, stiles, malia, and liam. everyone paused from eating their food. they focused on lydia’s words.

scott straightened his stooped neck. his thick brows were furrowed with inquiry, “really? where?”

“the store,” lydia spoke pointedly. “he was buying a dozen roses from the supermarket.”

“well, at least we know he’s a cheap date,” stiles was quick to nip.

i felt my face grow warm, both from worry and frustration. i shoveled some noodles into my mouth.

malia poked at her straw, “what’s he doing here? i thought he left?”

“i think we all did,” scott sighed. he wiped a napkin across his face. “did he have any other groceries?”

lydia rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, as if to recite the items she saw in his cart. “eggs, milk, icing, chicken nuggets, a loaf of bread, and, i think, penne noodles. could’ve been elbow macaroni, though. couldn’t really tell.”

a smile creeped onto my face as i pieced together the groceries. i was supposed to see theo tonight, though i’d told mom and scott i was going to gina’s for a sleepover. i guess i had a birthday cake and flowers to look forward to.

everyone thought for a moment. then, stiles cracked another lame joke, “hey, maybe he’s going to make up for nearly killing y/n by baking her a cake!”

i choked on my water. scott reached a concerned hand over to pat my back. i pressed a napkin to my face and coughed erratically. “you okay?” scott brushed hair form my cheek.

i nodded wildly, “yep- yeah. yep! great. good. sorry.”

scott patted my back again before returning to the conversation. “for his sake, i hope he isn’t planning on doing that. i hope he isn’t planning on contacting any of us. if he does, you all need to tell me- immediately, okay? stiles, let your dad know he’s lingering around. y/n-“

i sniffled from my coughing fit. “yeah?”

scott’s face was lined with a deepened worry, brown eyes swimming with concern for me. “i don’t think i want you going to gina’s tonight. or anywhere but school for the time being. not until we know what theo’s doing here.”

my brows furrowed tightly, “what? no! what- why- how is that fair? no- scott. i can’t-“

“mom will agree,” scott cut me off. “i’m not risking anything.”

“but…” i went to continue to argue my case, but scott continued rattling off instructional orders to the rest of the group.

and, so, my birthday dinner turned into driving to the sheriff’s station with the entire pack. sitting in stilinki’s office until we figured out where theo was living. we drove to the street and patrolled his apartment until 1am. then, stiles dropped scott and i off at home.

nobody even sang me happy birthday.

looking at it now, last december, we were built to fall apart. then fall back together.

“it’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

“theo,” i grinned as i took a box from him. a big red bow adorned the glittery wrapping paper. it wasn’t heavy, and the size of the box was quite small. but my heart lit on fire from the lovely gesture. “you really shouldn’t have.”

“no, i wanted to,” he waved me off. “you deserve…so much. the world.”

i met his eyes and recognized that familiar, glistening adoration i’d gotten so used to. “i just…feel bad. you don’t have much money, and-“

“it doesn’t matter,” theo pressed a hand to my knee.

we were criss-cross on the couch, sparse christmas decorations scattered through his tiny apartment. i’d insisted on lining tinsel across the door, lights around the tv console, putting the fake tree in the already crowded corner. i hadn’t been able to come over much and wanted theo to be able to feel some semblance of joyous occasion when i wasn’t there. this was the first time we’d seen each other since thanksgiving.

i only managed to escape the house because i convinced scott that gina and i had to spend christmas together.

“open it!” theo squeezed my knee again.

i giggled at his excited stature and quickly unraveled the bow. inside, amidst the folds of a velvet box, was a necklace with the letter t hanging off of a gold chain. i grinned at the sight, “oh, my gosh! here- put it on me!”

i held my hair from my shoulders as theo clipped the necklace at the nape of my spine. his cold fingers ghosted across my skin until his palms were around my shoulders. he tugged my back into his chest, laying us down upon the couch.

your necklace hanging from my neck, the night we couldn't quite forget when we decided to move the furniture so we could dance.

silence enveloped our presence, a comforting feeling of peace that we rarely had. “i love you, theo,” i let myself whisper. i tried to say it more often than not, worried that one day i wouldn’t be able to remind him of it.

“we should tell scott.”

i pulled myself up, out of theo’s hold, turning to face him on the couch. i was bewildered. my face surely showed it, “what?”

theo ran a hand through his hair, “i think we should tell scott, y/n.”

i shook my head slightly, “no, no. no- we can’t do that. theo- no.”

his tone became increasingly critical, disagreeing with my own disapproval. “why not? im tired of hiding-“

“he’ll kill you, theo,” i rushed out. my breathing was anticipatory in it’s quick speed. “scott will kill you, theo.”

“i don’t know. he’s…merciful. i think if we tell him, we can-“

“theo, no!” i jumped from the couch. “please, just stop. i don’t want to fight about this with you. it’s not happening. end of stor-“

“why does that get to just be your decision? why don’t i get to have a say in this relationship? it’s all up to you!” theo followed me from our seats. he spoke wildly, his hands moving with his words.

i crossed my arms, “i risk everything every single day that i text you. i put myself on the line just to see you. i’m lying to my brother, my best friend- my mom! theo- i thought you understood-“

“i’m just tired of being your little secret. i want to be able to- to see you. i want to come to your birthday dinners and spend christmas morning with you. i want to be in your life. i feel like i’m just on the sidelines!”

“maybe you shouldn’t have tried to kill all of us!”

the words blurted from my lips before i could stop them. the stale silence that followed my heartless thoughts was bitter and cold. theo turned his shoulder from me, dropping his head into his hands.

“oh, my god,” i stepped forward, bracing my hands for impact. “i’m so sorry. theo- i-“

“i thought you’d forgiven me,” he murmured into his palm. “you told me you forgave me for that.”

“i did- i did, i just- i’m sorry! i don’t know why i said tha-“

“maybe scott’s right,” theo met my eyes finally, tears blurring his green ones.

“what-?”

“maybe i never will change. maybe i’m just a bad guy. maybe it’s not a good idea for you to be around me.”

“no, theo, no-“ he kept interrupting me.

“you should leave.”

i couldn’t find the words to stay, but i needed to.

i stepped forward, again, touching theo’s shoulder. he whipped his head back to face me, beautiful eyes darkened by the yellow hue, fangs protruding from his teeth, claws digging into his palms that were beginning to bleed.

“get out!” he roared.

i flinched, throwing myself back a few feet. my hands were shaking. i quickly gathered my things, never turning my back from the monstrous boy standing before me. his chest heaved with anger. he glared.

for the first time in a long time, i was scared of theo.

so, i ran.

baby, like we stood a chance; two paper airplanes flying. and i remember thinking…

“are you awake?”

scott knocked upon my bedroom door.

i rolled over in my bed, away from the sound of his voice, away from his incessant worry.

i knew he could hear my heartbeat. i knew he could smell my pheromones.

i ignored him. he had his answers. i wanted to be left alone.

scott sighed. “please talk to me.”

i didn’t want to.

“well,” he tried to sound cheery, but it failed, “i’ll be out here when you’re ready.”

weeks had passed.

silence had followed.

scott was always wondering why i didn’t go to study group with gina. mom worried why i didn’t want to eat my favorite dinner on thursday nights. stiles was confused when i would voluntarily tag along on patrols with him and scott. when we’d pass theo’s house, i’d press my headphones into my ears and drown the two teenage boys out.

lydia drug me to the mall the following week. scott had told everyone he was worried i was depressed. but he didn’t know why.

i knew why.

i didn’t text theo. and he didn’t try to reach me.

i let the necklace pool in my makeup drawer. my fingers ghosted over it every morning, and i’d flinch as though it burned me. it just made me brain flicker with unwanted memories.

i had nightmares about him.

he’d come into my room and tear me apart.

he’d kill scott right in front of me.

he’d rip my mom’s throat out during dinner.

i dreamed of him, too.

of his arms, the contradictory peace i felt from his fingers. i knew, deep down inside, that his threatening demeanor wasn’t real. it was a projection of his innermost insecurities, his frustration because he could only ever have parts of me.

but i was still terrified. it took me back to a time in my life when theo really was the villain. back to the night when the dread doctors nearly killed me. it reminded me of things i’d worked hard to get over.

it felt like last year, only this time, my heart was broken, too.

i don’t know why i thought it would work. bad people never changed. they’d maybe give you a hurricane eye, false hope that things would be clearing up, the storm would pass. and, then, their true, dark colors would appear like the rain. thundering down on you.

i thought back to months ago, when i first let him in. i’d run into him at the grocery store, like lydia. he was buying tuna fish and a potted plant. he had a certain soil type in his cart. i didn’t recognize him at first, mostly because i’d blocked his face from my memory, and his hair had grown out. he was hiding beneath his hoodie, too.

are we out of the woods yet? are we in the clear yet? good.

“that soils gonna kill that plant.”

i peered over at the stranger’s cart, my own basket swinging from my arm.

“oh!” he looked up from the cereal box in his hands, surprised by my voice.

his brows furrowed, friendly smile faltering slightly. “oh. uh…” he wasn’t quite sure what to say.

i chuckled shortly, “sorry to startle you? i just…don’t want to watch this poor guy be carted off to his death.”

theo looked at the plant as i pointed to it. he set the cereal down in his car, shook his head once, and met my eyes again, “oh. that’s okay. um…would you mind telling me what soil i need?”

“yeah, of course. cmon.”

i marched us off to the plant aisle. as we walked across the entire supermarket, i told him all about my plant collection at home. i shared personal details of my life, remarked as he brought up his own stories.

then, i found the small bag easily, and dumped it into his cart, shoveling the other one back onto the shelf.

he thanked me with this sweet grin. “wow, uh, thank you, so much. any other tips?”

his smile twisted into a smirk, something friendly, nothing too extreme. but, it’s what clicked my memories together. i recognized him then.

i frowned and took a slow step back, “um. sorry…”

i quickly turned on my heel and raced away from the aisle. theo was hot on my heels. he chased me with his cart, stumbling over apologies that i was sure didn’t mean anything. “wait- no! y/n! i’m sorry! please! please let me-! i’m so sorry!”

i tried to pull my phone from my pocket to call scott, but it clattered to the floor. i skidded to a stop, dropping to my knees to grab it. the basket in my arm tipped and everything sprawled across the floor.

i reached for my phone and cursed at the mess. his hand came down over mine. he shot his grip back, apologizing. “i didn’t mea-“

“leave me alone.”

i don’t know how he convinced me to go to dinner with him.

remember when you hit the brakes too soon? 20 stitches in the hospital room. when you started crying, baby, i did, too. but, when the sun came up i was looking at you.

“i think we should talk.”

i glanced over at lydia, thumbs pressing into my thighs anxiously. i sucked in a breath, cold air drowning in my lungs. the wipers rubbed over the window wildly, rain pouring down outside. the radio played softly.

i watched a raindrop race down the window, then glanced over at lydia. “about what?”

she met my eye for a second. she looked like she knew something i didn’t want her to. i gulped.

“you know i…” she trailed off. she licked her teeth in an attempt to find her words, carefully. “i can see things, y/n.”

i sucked in another breath. i couldn’t get enough. i should’ve known this would happen. lydia didn’t just get premonitions of death. if she was connected to somebody enough, like me, she could see flashes of secrets.

“yeah…” i whispered.

“i don’t…” lydia struggled to speak, “i don’t know what to say, necessarily. i only know bits and pieces. like…christmas. he- he wanted to hurt you. but, then- at the grocery store. he was gonna bake you a cake. wha- please tell me what happened, y/n.”

i explained the situation with a shaky voice, fingers rubbing one another in a ruminating anxiety. lydia just listened intently. i was worried she was going to turn the car around, drive us back home to tell scott. i’d get holed up in my room while the pack went on a man and wolf hunt.

but, when i was finished, lydia just stared off at the road.

“well?” i pressed.

she glanced at me, again, “wow. i don’t…i don’t know what to say. i just…i’ve loved some bad people, y/n. one of them- died. the other moved to london, but…but they did change. i changed them, i’d like to think. they became good people. but, i think that’s because they were good people, in their core. they were just scared…i know you probably know theo better than i do, but…i don’t know. he killed his sister. if he were a real wolf, his eyes would be blue, y/n. he came to this town to kill your brother. to take our pack. and he nearly killed you. so many of our classmates’ lives ended because of theo. i just- he’s…”

as she spoke, images flashed through my mind.

two months ago, theo and i had drove three hours outside of town to go to the movie theater. as we walked inside, we saw a little girl sitting upon the curb. she was leaned over, sobbing into her hands. i didn’t know what to do. i was never really good with kids.

theo dropped my hand, ignoring the end of our conversation. he marched over to her, squatted down to speak to her. i couldn’t quite hear what he said, but she looked up at him with these huge, sad eyes. tears stained her face.

theo stood. he offered her his hand. she took it gladly.

he talked to her, quietly, as they walked inside. i followed closely. we stood with the movie theater attendants while they found the girl’s mom.

later, theo showed me a photo of his sister that he kept tucked within a book in his bedroom. it was the only thing he had left of her. that, and the awful memory of what he’d done to her.

she looked to be the age of that little girl, the one who squeezed theo like an old friend before running off to her mommy. she kissed his cheek. she thanked him.

“every night, i have nightmares about…”

i remember holding him through these terrifying dreams…

“about what i did to her. i regret it- i regret it, y/n. if i could give my life to get her back i- i would do it in a heartbeat. i…i’m so sorry of who i am. of where i’ve been and what i’ve done. i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry. i wish..i wish we could start over. i wish i could meet you in another lifetime, one where none of this ever happened.”

i held his face in my hands, gently, “theo…it’s okay. we all…we’ve all done things that we wish we could take back. we can only deal with the consequences, and make the best of it. i love you- i love you so much. i forgive you.”

remember when we couldn’t take the heat? i walked out. i said, ‘i’m setting you free.’ but the monsters turned out to be just trees. when the sun came up- you were looking at me.

“theo is…”

lydia didn’t quite finish her sentence, but my i did with my own sad realizations. “scared. he’s scared. he’s…he’s been fighting his whole life. he was just a…just a boy when the dread doctors found him. they manipulated him and- and, god. i-i was helping him and then…god, i’m so mean. i let your guys’ threats against theo ruin my own beliefs. and i let it ruin us…lydia- i-“

“i’m sorry,” she said. it was sincere. “i didn’t…i didn’t know. i’m so sorry, y/n. don’t blame yourself for how it ended. you…you had every right to say what you did. it was his choice as to how he reacted to it. and he pushed you away.“

“but, but- i could have stayed. i could have helped him. we could have worked it out- i need to go see him. lydia, please- take me home-“

lydia screamed.

my eardrums burst.

blood dripped down my jaw, staining the collar of my jean jacket. the tired squealed against the slick pavement. the car went over the side of the road, flying through an empty field, and crashing down on it’s head. broken glass scraped across my face. the seatbelt nearly choked me as our bodies twisted upside down with the car.

i was awake for a mere moments after the car stilled. the radio continued to play soft, haunting melodies. the rain pattered, splashing my face.

the only thing i could picture was theo’s face.

it was almost as if he was right there before me.

when i woke, i was in a hospital bed. i couldn’t quite open my eyes. my head was pounding and the florescent lighting stung my vision. the cuts in my skin thumped with my heartbeat. the iv in my arm felt thick, heavy, cold fluids running in my veins.

above the annoying beeping of the machines attached to my body were two voices. angry voices. arguing voices.

theo and scott.

“no, i don’t think you understand, theo! get out! i don’t want you anywhere near my sister! you- i don’t trust you! this probably happened because of you!”

my eyes shot open.

theo stepped back as scott yelled in his face. his tone was more calm than my brother’s, hands raised defensively, yet in a surrendering offer with his palms facing the ceiling. “scott, please, just-“

“no! get out! leave! before i make you!” scott’s hands were shaking with anger. he seethed, chest rising up and down wildly.

i tried to move, but my body paralyzed. words wouldn’t come, either, because a breathing mask was over my mouth.

“scott-!” theo tried, once more.

scott growled, eyes turning red, ears pointing up towards the moon in the window. he was completely transformed. i knew how dangerous that was. i knew how angry he was.

my eyes shot towards the doorway as mom quickly entered. she stopped before scott, placing her hands on his shoulders gently, “scott…honey, cmon, you’ve gotta breathe, okay? i’ve got a hospital full of patients and the last thing i need is to have the night janitor clean up after two werewolves.”

“then tell him to leave!” scott pointed a claw at theo.

mom looked towards the boy, brows furrowing in anger. she composed herself better. “theo…” mom spoke warily, “you need to leave. now.”

“no, you don’t understand! i didn’t do this! i-i brought her here! if i wanted to kill her, why would i bring her here!”

“to save your ass!” scott roared.

i examined theo’s face as it tilted towards the light. tears shone on his cheeks. mom pushed scott back an inch, “no, scott! hey, honey, cmon! he’s- he’s telling the truth. he brought her here- he didn’t try to kill her, scott!”

“then what did?”

“a deer,” mom spoke blankly. she pursed her lips. the confession was awkward, humanized compared to what we were all used to.

scott straightened his posture, transforming back into a human. his breathing evened out. “oh. i’m….”

theo sighed, ran a hand over his face. “look…i know you hate me. and you have every right to. but…i just…i’m not leaving. i’m staying.”

he took a step towards my bed. scott moved in front of him, blocking me. “stay away from her.”

“scott,” mom examined theo’s face as he met my eyes. he breathed out a sigh of relief and quickly grabbed my hand.

theo dropped to the chair beside my bed, clutching my fingers in his. he pressed his forehead to my touch, mumbling gratitude beneath his breath.

“i thought i lost you,” theo whispered.

mom and scott watched. mom crossed her arms over her chest, a wondrously pleased expression in her eyes. she glanced at scott. he gasped at our interaction.

i blinked away a tear. theo kissed the back of my hand. “i really thought i lost you. god- i’m…i’m never letting you leave me again. i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry for scaring you. i promise, i promise it’ll never happen again. i’m never gonna let go of you, i’m never gonna push you away again, okay? i love you.”

i nodded gently, unable to do much else. my fingers wriggled in his hands. he squeezed mine.

scott stepped forward, “theo…”

theo met scott’s eyes. he huffed, “please. please just five minutes. i’ll leave if you want me to, but…please, scott just give me five minutes, okay? you can chase me out of beacon hills, to the ends of the earth, but please let me have five minutes with my girl.”

scott went to say something else, but mom grabbed his bicep. “five minutes.”

she began leading then to the hall, scott following begrudgingly. she looked over her shoulder to tell theo, “five minutes and then we have a lot to talk about, okay? starting with you’re gonna start going to therapy and i have a 24 pack of condoms in my office.”

my face turned beat red.

theo laughed, a relieved, gentle sound i had missed for far too long. he met my eyes again.

“i love you.”

you were looking at me. i remember. are we out of the woods yet? are we in the clear yet? good.

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Steamy~ Liam Dunbar

WARRING~ Cursing, Shower sex, Unprotected sex.

Hello, I hope this isn't too bad. This is my first time writing smut, and I hope you like it. If you have any tips, I'd gladly take them.

After washing your body, you closed your eyes for a moment. Only opening them when your shower curtain was yanked open.

You screamed, throwing the first thing you saw, which was a bottle of shampoo.

“Ow, you could have knocked my eyes out.” Is the first thing you hear before finally seeing that familiar blonde hair that you're used to running your hands through every night.

"Liam!" you groaned. "I told you to stop doing that! You can't just break into my house like you're going to murder me!"

"I'm sorry, I should have called.” He smiled sheepishly, standing naked in front of you.

"No shit," you muttered, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Can I get in?" He smiled sheepishly.

"Go ahead. You're already naked. You would have gotten in anyway." You giggled at him. "That doesn't mean I'll entertain you, though."

You tried your best to keep your face and your eyeline straight as Liam got in.

He was behind you, and you could feel him pressing up against your body as he softly kissed your neck. sending a shiver down your spine. 

"I missed you," he smirked, hearing your breath hitch.

"Well, I didn’t miss you.” You say you are trying to keep a straight face.

"Ouch, you wound me," he chuckled, placing a hand on his heart. Taking his hand, he starts tickling you. “Stop, Stop.” You squirm in his arms.

“Take it back. Tell me you missed me, and I’m the most amazing boyfriend in the world.” He continued tickling you.

"No, never,” you giggle. trying to get his arms off of you.

“Not until you say it, say it.” He held onto you tighter.”

“Okay, okay, I missed you, and you're the most amazing, sexiest boyfriend in the world." You giggle.

 "See, that wasn’t so hard, baby.” He smiled, turning me around and looking down at you. "Yes, it was horrible.” You giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He smiled against your lips, pulling me in closer by the waist.

“I love you too, Liam.” You smile, lifting up on your tippy toes and kissing him.

Liam’s groans kissing you hungryly and eagerly. trailing his hands up and down your body, making little moans fall out of your mouth.

Separating his mouth from yours, Liam starts trailing kisses from your lips to your cheek, down your neck, and towards that sweet spot behind your ear. 

“Liam, please.” You moan, fisting his hair, not knowing what you want but needing something, anything.

“Patience, baby patience.” Liam smirked, getting on his knees and trailing kisses down your body.

He was on his knees, looking up at you with his gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes. It was probably the hottest thing you have ever seen. 

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on," he grinned, kissing all over your body and skipping the spot where you needed him most.

"Please,” you whine, closing your eyes.

“Please what?” He smirked, nibbling on your inner thighs.

“Please, touch me; please, I need it so bad.” You begged, gripping the back of his head, trying to push him to where you needed him most. "Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?"

He smirked. His hands grabbed your ass, and his face was just beneath you. You gasped as he pressed tiny kisses directly on your clit. holding onto a fistful of his hair. He went straight for your clit, sucking aggressively as you pulled on his hair.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby, so so good," you gasped. Liam sucked on your clit, like he was starving and you were his meal, roughly parting your legs a bit as he did.

You could feel his fingers teasing you. He slipped a long finger in, making you gasp slightly.

You felt him ducking beneath you, trying to push you over him completely. His finger hooked upwards,toying with your G-spot expertly. He rubbed at it almost professionally.

You could barely keep it together at this point. Making more room for himself, he slipped another one in, which felt like ecstasy.

He growled furiously as he ate you out, sucking on your clit and finger-fucking you faster, sloping in a third finger. His fingers are amazing, and he knows all the right places. You could hear him chuckling to himself. Cocky little shit.

And still, you could tell he was even getting off on it. He loved pleasuring you, especially when he got to watch you completely fall apart on his tongue.

Lifting his head, he replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing fast circles on your clit and fingering you harder. making you shout.

"Yeah, you like that, baby, huh? Am I making you feel good?” He asked with a smirk, watching different expressions flash across your face.

“Stop, stop.” You moan, trying to push his head away.

"What? can't take it, baby." He chuckled 

“No more, take your fingers out, fuck me, please fuck me.” You begged, pulling his hair.

“All you had to do was ask.” He chuckled, removing his fingers, pressing one last kiss on your clit, making you whine, and then got off his knees, standing up.

Once he’s stood up, you grab the back of his neck, pulling him down and smashing your lips together. 

Grabbing the back of your legs, he lifts you up, shoving himself all the way in without warning. 

You moaned almost pornographically, digging your nails into his flesh as he thrust aggressively.

He growled quietly in your ear as he aggressively kissed all over your neck. His thrusts were loud, banging you against the wall over and over again. But you didn't care. Hell, you couldn't even feel the pain.

All you could feel was the pleasure that he brought to you, banging you against the bathroom wall as he cupped your ass, nibbling his teeth against your soft skin, and your nails dug into his back, drawing blood from how hard you were clinging on to him, but he didn’t seem to mind as he was groaning out your name.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good, baby.” He groaned, shoving his head into your neck. 

"Oh, Liam, yes, Liam." You moaned

"Yeah, you like that, baby. God, you're so tight.” He groaned, sucking bruises into your neck and collarbone.

You moaned as he fucked and kissed you, putting equal amounts of energy into both. 

With even more aggressive thrusts into the wall, he twitched inside of you, and your breath hitched in pleasure. 

"You make me feel so good, such a good girl. Huh, your daddy's a good girl, aren’t you, baby?” He moaned in your ear.

"Yes, I’m a good girl. I’m your good girl, Daddy." I’m going to cum. Can I come, please, Daddy? I need to so badly." You whine, pulling his hair, earning a grunt in return.

“Come on, baby, I can feel it. Cum for Daddy." He moans, reaching down towards your clit and rubbing fast circles on it while sucking on your nipples.

Both of you moaned as you came together.

You sighed, throwing your head back, exhausted. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, still holding you up against the wall as if you weighed nothing.

"God, I love you.” He said he was pressing kisses all over your face.

“I love you too.” You giggle, squirming in his arms.

Sinking to his knees, he held you up against the wall. He parted your legs, grinning eagerly. "Round two."

"Ugh, you have the best mouth, and I hate it," you admitted. "I don't know. I think you love it." He smirked, shoving his face back in between your legs, leaving you breathless.

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[zaceouiswriting]

The mentor

Character: Liam Dunbar x male reader, Jordan Parrish x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Cheating, Break up

The known smell of the thick forest around the city you at least for the moment, you called your home, was again in your system. Air, slowly filling itself again with the old magic it once had. Even if had costed a death if a dear friend of yours.

His lover now replanted the old trees, to hopefully once this was finished, he could get him back, as he had promised him. You on the other hand, wandered to this place, after your friends magic had faded into the new sapling, breaking the tree stump, allowing it to grow anew.

You had builded a house and helped the here living „true alpha“, a title, that once meant something. He should’ve been strong, the leader of all werewolves around the world, only coming out, when the world is in great danger. But this one? He wasn’t anything special. Does not turns human into his kind to aid him. Surrounds himself with all kinds of mythical creatures, at least for humans and just ignores his duties.

But the one he had turned, was more what you knew a „true alpha“, should’ve been. Except for his loose control on his anger. You even fell a little bit in love with him. His naive, almost innocent personality and his deep blue eyes, mesmerizing you every time you look into them. Which only strengthen your believe, that he was truly innocent.

To be away from him, for even only a week was torture. But thanks to the sacrifice your friend had made, you were able to go back to your own home. A world far away from this one. With their own problems, you now could help again with. But needed also to look after this world now, that you friend wasn’t there anymore. Helping the true alpha, to fulfill his destiny to save the world again.

Nothing you had ever experienced, no war, no fight, nothing could’ve prepared you for what you found yourself in, as you walked into the house, you build for yourself and the pack. To train them in the solitude of a place, that could keep everything in it.

It looked like a fight had happened, while you weren’t there. One that quickly seemed to have got out of hand. Pieces of clothing, destroyed furniture and so much more.

You followed the damages, hoping that no one was seriously hurt. But if someone broke in, why did you not know about it? A still in tact magical ban, should’ve protected the house and the people in it. Except of course, they knew the attackers.

As this thought crossed your mind, you began to panic, running trough the house faster than before, asking for anyone. But you never got an answer. Which was surprising, after you finally found someone.

In the room, Liam had, when he wasn’t with you, laid a brown haired girl. A panicked expression on her face. The blanket pulled higher, so nothing could be seen. Not long after, Liam came out of the adjacent bathroom, smiling at her. As he closed the door again, he came face to face with you.

A furious look in your eyes, a storm brewing in them. „Explain!“, you only told him. A command not a question or a suggestion. But he kept his mouth shut. Frozen in place, fear taking over in his smaller body.

The house itself began to move, angry with the betrayal it had witnessed. It had slept, while you were away, but now it was awake again, and absolutely angry with the young werwolf. And the girl in his bed. Despite being angry, hurt and utterly defeated you walked out of the room, but prevent either of them to get out fo the house, until it was resolved.

Before you even could completely got out of earshot of these two, you already had your phone in your hands, calling his useless alpha. Hoping he could help you with this little rut.

It didn’t take long, until the entire pack was there. Even Derek and Peter, were there. Peter smiling sympathetically, while his nephew looked angry himself. Jordan was the last one coming in. Scott dragged both his beta, as well as the girl he was with, out into the living room.

„What do you two have to say for yourselves?“, Scott asked calmly. While your heart was beating with utter rage, he was this? You couldn’t even believe your eyes, while watching all of this from the sidelines.

Liam didn’t said anything, while the girl, Hayden as Lydia had murmured, almost certainly only for you, talked a lot. „We love each other and this old guy, just took advantage of Liam. He never loved him, only me since the first time we punched each other!“ She had declared, which in her disturbed mind, seemed to be true.

The werewolf had said nothing. His head hanged low, as she had talked. Not a single emotion could be read from him. Which made this entire situation so much more uncomfortable for you.

She more or less, told the entire pack, that you were grooming Liam. A couple, but nothing ever had happened between you. Always telling him, that you would wait, until he was off age, so he could decide freely. More than cuddling and head kisses wasn’t there. You never pressured him for anything. He was the one approaching you, always wanting to be near you.

Both Hales must’ve felt the pain you experienced at this moment. That the guy you thought loved you, actually had feelings for you and would protect you. But there seemed to never have been love in the first place.

A hand on each of your shoulders, from the Hales, while Jordan stood behind you, telling you that more support was there for you.

Still you could feel, how the atmosphere was changing, many peoples eyes, looked disgusted at you, believing what that girl had told you. Just then, Scott brought you out of your lonely thoughts, „Do you have to say anything?“ 

You just shook with your head. But after a second, still decided to say one thing, „If Liam doesn’t have to say anything, I don’t either,“ you told him. Appealing to Liam’s conscious, that this girl seemed to control, after he still hadn’t said shit.

„Okay then we go on to vote. Who is for Liam and Hayden get thrown out of the pack, for betraying an ally of ours?“ From the younger people, only a couple raised their hands. Isaac, Lydia, Gabe, Corey and Aiden. The last knows the pain of cheating, after he did it to Lydia and she knew about it thanks to Aiden. You of course held up your hand too, as well as the three men surrounding you.

While the rest of the pack, Scott himself, Stiles, Mason, Ethan, Jackson, Boyd, Erica, Cora, Allison, Nolan, Garrett, Malia and Kira were against it.

Obviously devastated, you looked for help in the people, who wanted to help you, but not only was the vote not in your favor, but Scott as well, chose to let you fall.

„Now we vote, if we keep him as an ally. After all, Hayden broke heavy allegations against him.“

So another vote was casted. Your side hadn’t changed, but Scotts had. Only a few of them were for you getting kicked out, or casted away in your case, because you weren’t a member of the pack, just an ally. 

But even after he lost the vote, he stood up. All high and mighty and declared you as an enemy of the pack from now on. For a moment, you thought you haven’t heard correctly. But the disgust on his face, told you everything.

„Okay, if you want so Scott. But then you all need to go now,“ you told him, while turning around. Jordan letting you go, even when it wasn’t what he wanted to do or say. But he was at a loss of words himself.

„No, you will go. This is pack territory and you aren’t a part of it anymore. So you go and never come back!“

Now you were taken aback for real. Did he really meant what he just had said? Was he really this delusional. „Excuse you? What?“ Your voice obviously irritated from the guts, this boy had.

„Yeah, this house isn’t yours anymore! No go!“, Hayden told you with venom. Slowly the gears in your head began to work.

„You three had planned this? Because you thought you would get this place, when you got kicked me out?“ Not be able to comprehend this stupidity, you began to laugh.

This did not come good to the three, that seemed to had planned all of this, „Yes. And now go! This house and land, are now owned by this pack!“ Trying really hard to get a point in a useless argument.

With the soft movement of your hand, the contract appeared in front go everyone, „This is the original contract, we both of signed, Scott. Nowhere on this paper is written, that you or the pack would get the house in the case, that I get thrown out. It is a arrangement for you to train and live here, if you need to. It was a sanctuary for you. And with you throwing me out as an ally, this contract is nulled. Nothing in there is in fact anymore.“ You tried really hard to explain it to him and the others, but neither him or Hayden believed you. Even told the rest, that you had faked the contract.

But as you burned it in front of everyone. The binding symbols on their bodies began to disappear. „I don’t know, which contract you had read to believe such things, but it wasn’t the original. You should go before the sign is away, or the house will attack you,“ you warned the group. But the people wanted you out, especially the three that had set you up, didn’t believed that anything would happen to them. While the rest ran out like their lives depended on it.

„Maybe when you are dead, the moon god, can take a better true alpha than you,“ which were the last words, you spoke to Scott, before he got eaten by the house and spit out on the lawn. Many wood cuts and splinters in his body.

As the rest saw this, they tried to run out, without any luck. Every single one of them, got eaten and spit out. Until Liam was left alone. Tears streaming down his cheeks, as he did. „You got used Liam. Search for better friends and then stand on one side and don’t be a snake and try to switch them.“

Just then, he got eaten and spit out too. As the house began to get silent again. No werewolf howls, or arguments could be heard, you sighed in relieve. You never thought, that helping could be this stressful.

A couple of days later, a couple of people stood in front of your house again. All of the people that had taken your side from the beginning, as well as Ethan, Jackson, Boyd, Nolan and even Mason, who later on took your side.

„What can I do for you?“, you asked calmly, as friendly as possible for you, while you whipped your hands at the towel in your hands.

„Would it be okay, to come in? We want to speak to you,“ Jordan was the one to take the first words. A sudden heat overcame you, as you finally saw the glances he had given you all this time.

With a smile, you stepped aside, „Be my guests.“ They slowly came in, the ones that had changed to your side, asked for forgiveness, that they hadn’t seen anything beforehand. But you just waved them off. When they could see that something was right, they switched sides and stood there. This was just the sign that they finally broke free, from the curse of the „true alpha“.

At least you would be able to help this world, with the coming doom. Maybe even getting a new true alpha, that wouldn’t be as useless as the current one. But you all would need to wait for the next full moon for this. Until then, to be with friends, was everything you could ask for.

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