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heartbreakgrill · 6 months

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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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Trapped

Peter: I’m trapped figure it out on your own Liam: - very serious - Liam: Just push Y/N off your lap Stiles: He won’t wake up Peter: - exasperated at the mere suggestion - Peter: Absolutely not, I’m not a monster Derek: - dryly laughing - Derek: Very funny, come on we need all the help we can get, even yours Peter: I'll think about it after Y/N is awake Y/N: - tiredly whispering - Y/N: Just help them Pete, I'll stay here once your done we can cuddle again Peter: Fine but only because so are so pretty when you sleep

Masterlist

#y/n #reader #teen wolf #peter hale x reader #liam dunbar #stiles stilinski #derek hale #peter hale #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes teen wolf #teen wolf incorrect quotes

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stapley0urmouthshut · 1 year

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Y/N: If karma won't fuck you, I will.

Liam: Is this a pickup line or a threat?

Y/N: Both.

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12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 1

Word Count: 4.8K Paring: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader Prompt @alloftheprompts: Character A and Character B broke up but now they meet at a Christmas party.

Summary: In unpredictable Beacon Hills, Stiles and (Y/N) being together was one of the only things that made sense. But sometimes the smallest of changes can create the biggest of chaos. And a simple college admission letter can do just that. Maybe all it takes is the right Christmas gift to make things better.

A/N: yup, that's right, I'm doing 12 Days of Ficmas again (even if I haven't finished Kinktober 🫣🫣 but I am nothing if not a masochist (and a slight procrastinator) But enjoy!! This story actually made me tear up, honestly. But it wouldn't be one of my stories if there wasn't an insane amount of angst 😅 Also, disclaimer, I have not seen the last two seasons of Teen Wolf or the movie so, sorry for any inconsistencies.

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“Let’s just get this over with,” (Y/N) sighed as she fixed the Santa hat on top of her head. “They don’t have to know yet.”

“Yeah,” Stiles grimaced. “It’s better to wait until after the holidays, I guess.”

It was the first time Stiles and (Y/N) had ever been terrified to enter Scott’s house and face all of their friends. Even worse, they had to pretend everything was fine between them.

Since they were little, the pair had been inseparable. Being next-door neighbors allowed them to grow close at a rapid pace. It was in her that he found solace on the nights his mother’s illness would take the best of her mind. He would run over to her house and climb the lattice that ran all the way up to her room.

And she wouldn’t ask questions. (Y/N) would simply let him in through her window and distract him until he eventually drifted off to sleep. She did not need any explanations or reasons to comfort Stiles. She simply knew he needed her, and so she was there for him. Because if there was anything she knew of, it was the pain of slowly losing a parent.

They shared a bond that no one could break. Even as Scott entered their duo and they became the perfect trio, Stiles and (Y/N) shared a connection like no other. So, it came as no surprise to anyone when they got together. Even after Stiles had continuously professed his love for Lydia. Even after (Y/N) and Boyd had a quick fling. Everyone knew that it would be the two of them at the end of the day.

What no one expected was that one day, they wouldn’t be Stiles and (Y/N) anymore. Hell, not even they had seen it coming.

Their downfall had begun the second week of December. For some reason, the couple had not spoken about what happened after high school. In their senior year, they were focusing on the present, leaving the future where it was. Because what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them.

(Y/N) had applied under early action to various colleges, thinking nothing of it. But there was one college that had been her dream since her father had passed, and that was her only early decision application. She had worked every day since to make sure she was at least close to being accepted. But it was never a sure thing.

She had promised herself to put it in the back of her mind. Stressing over that envelope would only drive her into madness. As much as she wanted it to be true, she knew the reality of the situation. The chances she could ever get in, much less with a full ride, were slim to none. And hoping only made things worse.

Still, that hadn’t stopped her from applying; it hadn’t stopped her from wishing.

“Honey,” her mother had said one afternoon after she got home from school. “Look what came in the mail.”

In her hands, there was a white manila envelope with blue lettering that clearly read: University of Oxford.

(Y/N) could have sworn she could feel her heart in her throat, beating at an unnatural pace and threatening to leap out of her body. She crossed the distance between her front door to the kitchen faster than she had ever done before, needing to feel the paper in her hands. Only seeing it was not proof enough that it was real.

“I don’t think I can open it,” the girl worried. “What if it’s bad, mom?”

“You won’t know unless you see, my darling,” she smiled softly. “But no matter what, you will still be the most impressive young lady I have known. And any college would be lucky to have you.”

With trembling hands, she broke open the envelope and pulled out a beautiful and crisp piece of white paper. “Dear (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she read before taking a steadying breath. “It is with greatest pleasure that we inform you that the Admissions Comittee has decided to offer you admission to Oxford University through our binding Early Decision (ED) option on a full scholarship.”

As (Y/N) read those words, tears spilled from her eyes, and the papers fell from her hands. Her mother wrapped her arms tightly around her, showering her with words of love and encouragement. It had been everything she had worked for. Something not even the supernaturals of the world could take from her.

“You’re going to Oxford, baby girl,” her mother cooed. “I knew you could. Your dad would have been just as proud as I am.”

That moment should have been the happiest in her life so far. But there was a dark cloud that lingered over her as she celebrated. She had not told anyone she was applying to a college so far away, much less the reason she would be doing so. Mostly because she was terrified she wouldn’t get in. But part of her knew it was because she was leaving all her friends behind, leaving Stiles behind. And that was the hardest part.

For the rest of the week, as she celebrated internally, she hid the biggest news of her life from all of her friends and the boy she had deemed the love of her life. Anyone would have thought she was the one harboring a secret supernatural life with the way she was guarding her secret. And, maybe it shouldn’t have been something she kept to herself. Maybe they would have all been excited for her and understood the reason for the distance. But something deep in her stopped her every single time.

If her friends had noticed there was anything different from her demeanor, they didn’t say a thing. In the midst of final exams and the Christmas holidays soon approaching, everyone seemed to be stuck in their own heads. So, if they were in their heads, they couldn’t know there was something happening in hers.

But that Friday night, at the same hour Stiles would always sneak in, (Y/N) knew there was no way she could continue to hide her secret any longer.

“Come on,” he chuckled as he jumped onto her bed, holding his arms open. “Tell me what’s going on with you.”

“What do you mean?” she said, forcing a smile. “Why do you say that?”

“You know you can’t lie to me. I may not have super hearing, but I can tell, (Y/N).”

“Yeah,” she chuckled softly. “You know me too well.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled as he crossed the distance between them and caressed the softness of her cheek. “Now, please, tell me what’s wrong?”

That was it. That was the moment that had changed them, the moment that had broken them.

(Y/N) took a steadying breath and took his hands in hers, focusing on the veins on his hands rather than his worried eyes. “I got a letter last week,” she started with a sigh. “I told you about all the colleges I had applied to as early action.”

“Of course, you bright mind, you,” he said. “Did you already start getting the acceptance letters?”

“Uh, there’s another college I actually applied to. Early decision.”

“Like binding early decision?”

“Yeah, exactly,” she said, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I, uh, I applied to the University of Oxford. And I got in.”

Instead of embracing her, Stiles dropped her hands, taking a step away from her. “In England?” he asked as though he was offended. “Why would you wanna go that far?”

“It’s not about the distance,” she grimaced, finally meeting his hurt eyes. “It’s about what that school means. That’s where my dad went to school. That’s the place my parents met. That was the school that started my entire life, Stiles.”

“So, why didn’t you tell me about it? If it was so damn important, why did you never mention it?” Stiles seethed, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “You wanna start a new life, is that it? Follow in your parents’ footsteps and meet the love of your life there? Great, (Y/N). And you made sure you did it in a way you couldn’t back out.”

“Stiles, that’s not…”

“So, what? Were you gonna wait until graduation to tell me that you were moving halfway across the world to get away from us? From me?” the boy cried. “Or were you simply going to disappear and start a new life without telling anyone? But I guess that’s your thing now, huh? Keeping big shit like this until you can’t anymore.”

“That’s not fair, Stiles,” she frowned, hugging her arms tightly across her torso. “I didn’t want to get my hopes up, so I didn’t say anything. That doesn’t mean that I would have never told you about it. I’m not looking to escape. I’m looking to start my future.”

“And it looks like you were starting it without me then,” he croaked. “What does that mean for us, (Y/N)? We ride it out until graduation, and then you leave for the rest of your life?”

“I don’t… you wanna b-break up?”

“It’s inevitable now, isn’t it?” Stiles said in a tone that broke her more than the words he was speaking. “You’re gonna be in England, and I’m gonna be god knows where. It’s better just to do it now.”

That night was nothing like she had imagined it would be. She had hoped Stiles would have been excited for her and promised her everything would be alright. That somehow he would have the answers to how they could withstand so much distance because they had to make it. Out of everyone in their friend group, those two had to make it.

Instead, it had taken a turn for the worse. One second, Stiles was standing before her with a smile on his face, and the next, he was leaving through her window with tears streaming down his face. What she had most been dreading was that scenario to play out, and a week before their friend’s holiday party, it had. They had gone through life-threatening and mind-boggling situations, but it was a college acceptance letter that broke them apart.

The coming days (Y/N) spent buried in bed. Although she should have been celebrating one of her biggest achievements –other than saving lives and defeating many, many creatures– she had wasted more tears during that time than she had done the past years of her life. She was distraught and defeated, and she had no idea how she would make it through the last semester of high school, much less how she would have made it through a Christmas party.

Somehow, they had arrived at Scott’s house at the same time, even after she had made sure she left twenty minutes after Stiles. The universe liked to play its mean tricks, but that one was almost unforgivable.

“Let’s just try to stay out of each other’s way,” he grimaced. “The less we are near each other, the harder it’ll be for them to find out.”

“Harder to find out what?” Scott asked as he swung the front door open, his signature goofy grin stretched across his mouth. Instinctively, Stiles draped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and smiled brightly. “Ooh, did you bring your brownies, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Still warm from the oven.”

“Wouldn’t be a party without them,” Stiles commented. “Now, let us in. It’s kinda cold out tonight.”

The second they were inside, Stiles broke for the living room while (Y/N) moved to the kitchen with Scott. She set the tray on the overfilled kitchen island, noticing to the side that the dinner table was perfectly set up. “Oh, the table looks nice,” she commented. “But I thought we’d be doing something more low-key.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Lydia thought it’d be fun to do a more grown-up dinner party.”

“Yeah. Place settings and everything.”

“We were waiting for you guys to start eating,” he said. “We’re doing gifts after.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Slowly, the rest of the group trickled into the kitchen, greeting and hugging (Y/N) as they looked over all the food and served themselves their plates. And, of course, her seat was right next to Stiles’. Even if she had wanted to sit anywhere else, the rest had already taken their assigned seats, and the only open spot was the one that had her name.

She gave her ex-boyfriend a small smile, looking anywhere but into the brown of his eyes. Her heart beat against her chest, threatening to jump out of her body. It made her fidgety as everyone ate, thinking any of the wereanimals around her would be able to tell how she was feeling.

But Scott was laughing with Stiles, Malia was talking to Lydia, and Hayden, Liam, and Mason had their own conversation running. (Y/N) was all by herself. She was surrounded by all the people she loved, but it was the loneliest she had felt in a long time. Without the usual comforting words from Stiles, she couldn’t help but feel so out of place. It was the happiest time of the year, but the girl was miserable, and it hurt that it didn’t seem like the boy she loved was sad as well.

“Alright,” Lydia spoke up as everyone ignored their mostly empty plates. “Now that our bellies are full, I think it’s time for Secret Santa! And I truly hope you all kept it a secret this time.”

“Not that it’d matter anyway,” Liam chuckled. “We all know we ask for help every time.”

“Anyways,” she said, ignoring the soft laughter that erupted from the group. “Let’s go to the living room, and (Y/N) you’ll go first.”

“Oh, uh, sure,” she smiled as she followed the group into the living room. She crouched under the decorated Christmas tree, pulling out the gift that had been there for almost two weeks. “I got Lydia.”

“How wonderful!” the redhead mused, quick to hug her friend and rip away the wrapping paper. Inside the gift box was a mosaic picture of Lydia, Allison, and (Y/N), the first time they had finally considered each other friends. “Oh, it’s beautiful! I wish I could take it with me everywhere.”

“It was hard to get it just right, but I loved how it turned out.”

“It’s perfect, (Y/N),” she beamed. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I love you, Lids.”

“Love you too,” the girl said as she wrapped her friend in a tighter hug. “My turn!”

Lydia had gifted Liam nine books out of his TBR list —nine because of his lacrosse number. Then, Liam gifted Scott a new leather jacket so he could “actually look cool when riding his motorcycle,” Liam snickered. Scott then gifted Malia a light blue hoodie to add to her ever-growing collection, while Malia gifted Hayden a journal and pen set, saying it was for when her mind felt too busy. After a warm smile and a hug, she announced her gift was for Mason, laughing as he pulled out an ugly cat sweater. Once the loud laughter subsided, Mason gifted Stiles a massage mat for his Jeep.

“For when you’re taking really long drives,” the boy smiled, clearly proud of himself. “There’s quite some distance between here and D.C. It’ll come in handy.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled as he hugged Mason. “Thanks, man. It’s great.”

“Don’t mention it.”

As Mason sat back down, Stiles cleared his throat as he pulled the last gift. Everyone knew by then who it was for. There was no one else left. “Well, I guess you all know who this is for,” he said. “I hope you like it, (Y/N).”

The girl received the bag with a soft smile, trying her best to swallow the tears that were threatening to spill. She had forgotten for a second how cruel the universe could be. She pulled out the white tissue paper first before finding a beautiful brown bear dressed in a blue knit sweater. Around its neck, there was a necklace with something she could only assume was a soundwave. With curiosity washing over her, she looked to Stiles for an explanation.

“Uh, so, it’ll make a lot more sense if you press the bear’s hand,” he stammered. Once she died as told, the sound broke her. From deep in the belly of the teddy bear, her father’s voice rang out, singing the words of “You Are My Sunshine.” There was not a single night when she was little that her father didn’t sing that to her, and even as she grew old for the lullaby, he would call her sunshine. “I got a recording from your mom of your dad singing the song when you were a baby,” Stiles spoke over the music. “And the necklace is the image of the soundwave of your dad calling you sunshine.”

Tears had long since fallen down her cheeks, clutching the bear in her arms as though it was her own father. With her eyes closed, it was almost as though he was right there, singing to her. But it was what came after the song that shattered her. “You’re gonna do great things, (Y/N),” her father said through the bear. “I love you forever, my little sunshine.”

At that moment, all she wanted to do was hug Stiles and kiss him like she had done a million times before. That was the boy she had fallen in love with. The one that cared and listened. The one that had made her heart race and her stomach turn into butterflies. She wanted to tell him she loved him and never let him go, but she couldn’t. Just like she could never do with her father.

“I, uh,” she said as she stood from the couch, feeling as though she would faint in the crowded room. “I need some air.”

(Y/N) stammered her way out of the living room and through the front door, only allowing herself to break down when she was at the end of the driveway. She fell to her knees and hugged the bear to her chest as she cried, letting the hurt that had accumulated over the years spill onto the pavement. In less than six months, she was going to walk into a new life halfway across the globe without the support of her father and now, without the support of Stiles. All alone.

She should have been celebrating. She knew that. She should have been crying tears of joy and jumping into her love’s arms. Instead, it was the bear’s arms that she could feel. The softness of its fur, the sound of her father’s voice.

Without even realizing it, she had begun singing along to the lullaby, sniffling between words as the tears didn’t relent. “You’re gonna do great things, (Y/N),” her father said once more through the bear. “I love you forever, my little sunshine.”

“I love you too, dad,” she cried.

“Hey,” his voice startled her. Through teary eyes, she looked up to find Stiles draping a jacket over her shoulders. He slid to the ground next to her, facing the house before them as she was now. “I’m sorry. I bought the gift weeks ago, and I wasn’t sure if I was still allowed to give it to you.”

“No, it was… i-it was perfect,” she stammered, running her hand over the bear’s fur. “It’s just everything rushed over me. Like the breakup, the fact that I won’t be here next year, the fact that my dad won’t even see me gradua…”

Another string of sobs ransacked (Y/N)’s body, but that time it wasn’t the bear she was hugging. Stiles had wrapped his arms around her, pressing her into his chest. She could smell his cologne and feel his warmth, a feeling she had missed for the past seven days. All she wanted was to melt into his touch and profess to him all that she felt. But she couldn’t. Not anymore. Because he didn’t want it.

“I didn’t want things to be this way,” she cried into his chest. “I didn’t want everything to fall apart.”

Stiles remained quiet as she cried, a hard feat for someone like him. But he let her cry and cry until only quiet sniffles filled the air. Because he hadn’t wanted things to be that way either.

He knew he had overreacted. When he had told (Y/N) his plans of enrolling in George Washington University all the way across the county, she had told him they could make it work. Especially if she got into any of the ivy leagues she had applied to on the East Coast. It had been fine. Hell, it had been perfect.

But when she told him that she wouldn’t just be a couple of states away but that she would be on another continent, he couldn’t help but let his abandonment issues take control.

He knew she was brilliant. He knew she deserved to do and be all that she had dreamed. But he feared that once she achieved all of her goals, he would just not fit into her life anymore.

“You’re gonna go on to do great things, (Y/N),” he sighed sadly as her tears stopped. “You’re gonna go to Oxford, just like your parents, and you’re gonna probably graduate at the top of your class on your way. And I’ll be here —well, in Washington, technically—cheering you on.”

“But why couldn’t we be great together, Stiles? We couldn’t we both go on to do great things, together?”

“Come on, (Y/N). Once you’re there, you’re gonna meet so many people, and you’ll have guys falling on their knees for you,” he chuckled dryly. “I won’t fit into your new world. I mean, you said it yourself: that’s where your parents met and your life began. And now, maybe you’ll have a new beginning. And years from today, we’ll run into each other, and you’ll tell me about your job and your husband and your kids, and I’ll be so happy for you. Because you serve all the love and happiness in the world, even if it’s without me.”

“Have you even asked yourself if that’s what I want?” (Y/N) asked as she left his warm embrace, her red eyes boring into his. “I’m not leaving because I’m searching for a new life. I want to go to Oxford because it’s one of the last things I can share with my dad. I can walk down the same halls he did, I can take classes in the same classrooms, and eat at the same places he did. But I was always going to come back, Stiles. Because my friends are here, my mom is here, because you are here. I don’t want to run into you and talk about another man or the kids I would have with him. I don’t want to run into you at all. I want to walk beside you, Stiles. If I ever have kids, it’s only if they’re a part of you too,” she cried, fresh tears falling down her already-stained cheeks. “If you don’t love me anymore, then fine. I can understand that, and I can walk away. But don’t you dare say that you wouldn’t fit into my life because you’ve been there longer than anyone I know, and I need you to be there until the end. Because I already lost someone important to me and I can’t lose you too. Not you.”

“(Y/N), I don’t want to lose you either,” he sobbed. “But how can we fight with the distance? How could we ever withstand the fact that we’ll be an ocean away?”

“We have gone through worse battles than a plane ride, Stiles. We have been on the brink of death more times this past year than any person would in their lifetime. Do you really think being in a different time zone is the limit to our relationship? I know the future isn’t promised but you were the one person I always knew would be there.”

“I’m scared, okay?! I’m scared that you’ll meet someone better than me, (Y/N). I’m terrified that you’ll realize that maybe I’m not the guy that can give you your happy ever after,” he finally confessed. His voice croaked, and his chest heaved as the words fell out of his mouth faster than he could ever stop them. “This week has been torture without you. But it’s made me realize that Beacon Hills has always been too small for you. After May, you’re gonna go out there and find your place. And this town will be nothing but a memory you’ll come back to.”

“There is no one better for me than you, Stiles, and Beacon Hills will always be my home,” she replied softly. Her cold hand found his cheek, and she wiped away his tears with her thumb. “I don’t want to know a life where you’re not there. You can’t give up on us without even trying, Stiles. You just can’t.”

Without thinking twice, (Y/N) crashed her lips onto his, sinking into the warmth of his mouth. After a week, kissing him felt like the very first time. It was desperate and filled with need —the need for closeness and passion, the need for love. Instinctively, Stiles’ hands found her waist and pulled her closer to him, wondering how he ever thought he could live without her touch.

“I love you, Stiles, and I don’t even want to think about ever having to love someone else,” she whispered as she parted from him. “My heart belongs to you. And if this is the end, it’ll still remain in your hands.”

“I couldn’t love anyone else like I love you, (Y/N),” he replied with a soft smile. “But I just can’t help the thoughts that flood my brain sometimes.”

“Then don’t listen to them and listen to me when I say that since the moment I met you, I’ve known you were it for me. There is no other man waiting for me in Oxford. It’s you, and it will always be you,” (Y/N) said before kissing him softly once more. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me, Stiles Stilinski, and you’re the only thing that I want to keep happening to me.”

“I can’t believe I ever broke up with you. Especially during Christmas,” Stiles chuckled as he rested his forehead against hers, flicking the tip of her nose with his own. “It was honestly the worst week of my life.”

“Including being possessed?” Scott’s voice startled them as he came into view. “Although, I get it because this was completely avoidable.”

(Y/N) chuckled as she took Scott’s extended hand and got on her feet, wiping away any tears that still remained. “Did you hear that whole thing?”

“More or less,” he chuckled. “It’s a bit hard not to when I was coming to see if you guys were okay.”

“We’re good now, Scotty,” Stiles grinned. “Just had some unresolved feelings to work, though.”

“Can you not mention the whole thing about the breakup? I don’t wanna make it a whole thing.”

“That’s a bit hard, (Y/N),” Malia called from the open front door. “We all kind of already know.”

“Oh, cool, great,” she said as she hid in Stile’s embrace. “That’s not embarrassing at all.”

“Eh, at least our parents are back together,” Liam commented. “Best Christmas present.”

“It really is, huh?” Stiles whispered as he kissed the top of her head.

“Yes. Very cute and adorable,” Lydia added in a desperate tone. “Now, can we go back inside before Hayden and Mason finish all the brownies?”

As the group walked back into the house, Stiles and (Y/N) shared one more moment together on the front porch. “Hey, look up,” Stiles said with a smile. “Mistletoe.”

“Funny that they’d hang that at a werewolf's home,” she chuckled. “Although, I’m pretty sure that one’s plastic.”

“And I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to kiss me.”

“Maybe I’m waiting for another guy to kiss under the plant.” Stiles frowned at her words, and all she could do was laugh. “Too soon?”

“Much,” he said. “Now, come here.”

He snaked his hands on either side of her face and kissed her passionately. He kissed her for every day they had spent apart. He kissed her for every hurtful word he had spewed. He kissed her as a promise of his love for her. Stiles kissed her like she was his future.

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that-girl013 · 1 year

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Dating Eli Hale would include

-Stealing Stiles' Jeep with him

-Getting in trouble by Derek for helping him steal the jeep

-Going to every lacrosse game even though he normally doesn't play

-Helping him practice lacrosse

-Helping him every full moon

-"You're an idiot Eli"

-"But I'm your idiot"

- Being like a daughter to Derek

-Playing with his hair 24/7

-"Quit, you're messing up my luscious lock"

-"oh my lord say that one more time I'm going to cut your 'luscious locks' off"

-Helping him through the passing of his father

-you being sad to because Derek was like a father figure to you

-Him taking you on Jeep dates

-Y'all goofing around 24/7

-Always wanting to be near each other

-Your his anchor

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Eli is my new husband, just saying

Literally balled my eyes out for 20 minutes after watching the movie

Word Count: 148

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #liam dunbar #lovers #lydia martin #scott mccall #teen wolf stiles #dylan o'brien #eli hale x reader #eli hale #eli hale x y/n #vince mattis x reader #Vince mattis

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justonemoregayboy · 2 years

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Creating a harem with the straight men of Beacon Hills chapter One

pairing: Liam Dunbar x male! oc. SMUT HAHA

Clarifications: this fanfic of my man oc is not from male reader, my oc is an Incubus, I have the idea that the Incubus possess magic so there will be magic in this fanfic, this story is obscene so read at your own risk, all the men of teen wolf will have their sexual moment, this is the first part so expect many more.

word count: 4380

requests are open🖤

English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy reading

Monday in the morning. The beginning of the long course of the week. For most of the young people it meant the beginning of a long week full of classes, homework and school responsibility. But it wasn't the same for Austin, his situation was different from most.

After leaving Beacon Hills for more than a year (to learn to control and use his new powers at all) he urgently needed to be back here in the town that saw him grow up surrounded by his pack, of course he knew that members of the pack The community of the town were supernatural beings, quite the opposite of them not knowing that he is an incubus and would prefer that he continue like this for a longer time.

Breaking out of his thoughts he saw in the distance the pair of boys he was looking for not far from where he was. They were walking up the stairs so he quickened his pace to reach them, apparently both boys were too focused on their own conversation that they didn't notice the boy behind them.

´´And we hugged the rest of the night´´ mentioned the pale boy as he nervously played with his hands.

´´That sounds good´´ answered the Latin boy, both boys would have continued with their conversation if it were not for the fact that their vision was interrupted by a pair of hands that were positioned over their eyes.

At that moment a third voice was introduced into the conversation ´´Hey guys it's been a while´´ the words were purred in the ears of both in a playful way causing them both to give a little cry and jump at the same time due to the recent unexpected stimulus.

They both turned towards the owner of the voice expecting to see a man's face, on the contrary their range of vision gave direct to the largest pair of pectorals they had ever seen inside a person's black shirt so they had to raise their gazes to meet the boy's face. At first glance it was the face of a young white-skinned man with dark eyes and hair of the same color. The two stood paralyzed looking questioningly at the subject for almost a minute analyzing almost everything, the eyes of the pair of friends crossed and their expressions showed confusion wondering who this guy was and why he had scared them like this out of the blue.

´´Mmm ok are you going to say something or are you just going to look at me as if I were a complete stranger´´ Austin looked at both of them expecting a positive response from him, instead his faces looked more confused than before. ´´Wait, do you really not recognize me? Come on guys I was only gone for a year, there's no way they forgot about my existence so quickly.

Both heads began to roll their screws at almost the same time as mentioned above. ´´Wait a minute, Scott don´t tell me that he is DON´T-TELL ME THAT YOU ARE!!´´ exclaimed the pale boy almost shouting as he turned his head to see between Scott and the almost two meter tall boy who they had in front of them. For his part, Scott proceeded to use his enhanced werewolf sense of smell to confirm his suspicions, at that very moment the characteristic scent of his old friend entered through his nostrils, clearing any doubt about the boy's identity. Present.

"A-Austin?" asked the young alpha coming out of his recent astonishment. Austin responded to the question with an effusive nod to the boys, earning a strong and charged hug from Scott and a more surprised look from Stiles, the boy's mouth seemed to get bigger with each passing second that seemed funny to Austin at the moment . ´´Old good heavens you look so different, the last time we saw you you were a little shorter than us but look at you now you are as tall or even a little more than Derek himself´´. Every word that came out of Scott's mouth sounded full of wonder and longing as he continued to hug his friend.

For his part, Stiles was still trying to process what was happening, he didn't understand how a short, skinny boy who didn't seem capable of carrying his own weight now looked like a giant reinforced wall made of pure muscle. He was snapped out of his amazement when he was pulled into a hug with the rest of his friends.

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Austin had chatted with his two friends for a moment as they walked to his classroom, during the walk he was bombarded by hundreds of questions from both of them, most if not all of them focused on the drastic change in his appearance to what he he could only answer that it was because he had undergone a demanding exercise program and also part of puberty, clearly he couldn't tell them that it was because his Incubus nature had come to light in that period of time resulting in that surprising change, they were informed of everything that had happened in their absence from the bad news of Allison's death to the fact that Derek Hale was currently the same age as them, that was surprising.

To Austin's discontent, he was not allowed to continue his conversation with the boys because they did not share the first class together that day and he had realized it just when they arrived at the classroom, so he had to leave leaving the boys in the class history having the one to go to math class.

Crossing the corridors he noticed that he was not the only one who was arriving to class, in the direction he was going one of the sexiest boys he had seen so far appeared at his sight, the closer he got he noticed that the boy seemed lost, maybe he could do his good deed for the day by helping him with the problem that he was sure was just for that and not because his incubus side was demanding that he feed on the boy's sexual energy.

´´Hello, excuse me, do you have a problem?´´. He said as he shook his hand in front of the boy he was holding and looked with a confused expression at what looked like his class schedule, at that moment he was looked at by the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen as well as he could feel his hole He began to self-lubricate eager for sexual action, he pushed those thoughts away for the time being the boy looked too innocent to try to get that from him. "My names Austin and I'm sorry but I couldn't help but notice you look a little lost." If he was only going to help him as a good person, although it was getting more and more difficult having the blonde so close, it was easier to fall into temptation since his masculine scent was within his reach, which gave off both the parts of his body in sight and the ones that weren't visible, the defined shape of his biceps that showed that the boy took care of his physique, the broad shoulders covered by that simple shirt that could be torn off without much effort, his marked Adam's apple that if you looked further down you could see the start of his collarbone that looked delicious to look at, he couldn't forget about the jackpot either… even though the boy was a bit shorter than Scott compared to his height the difference was quite a bit even so he could notice the indisputable bulge on the Between the boy's legs, it was clear that his cock was not erect at that moment, but for the eyes of an incubus, clothes were not an impediment to seeing humans as they were with or without clothes, and the blond boy had a good look stay even if he was in a resting state.

The boy looked up from the timetable, startled and a little amazed at the stature of the man addressing him. ''H-hello I'm Liam, eh yes, it's a shame that it's so obvious''. Austin found Liam's nervousness adorable, because of this he started planning how to get rid of that confused smirk on his mouth by looking for a flirtatious one instead, but the big blue eyes could stay.

He got as close as he could to him placing his hands as close to his as he checked Liam's schedule, as soon as he located what he was looking for he got to work. ´´Don't worry Liam, when I was also new to these corridors it was confusing at first but you'll see how you get used to it in a short time, but I can help you for now, I'll tell you the easiest way to get to your class´´. He took advantage of the situation to place one of his hands on Liam's shoulder while he explained the way, at the same time his powers began to work the moment he touched the boy, his hands began to send waves that were undetectable to anyone but his kind as he continued to give directions, he could feel Liam's body heat increasing, especially between his legs. ´´´Woah Liam are you ok? Your face is a bit red. The fact of being next to the boy in this state that he is in made him feel full in more ways than one.

´´Ha and-I don't know, I feel a little strange´´. Liam felt that his body was boiling in a good way but he could feel it more in his cock that was starting to wake up, for some reason his most basic reproductive instinct was starting to activate causing his brain to look for the closest female to leave his offspring causing her eyes to focus on Austin. He knew that the other was a man not a woman as his brain associated and apart from that his common sense told him that he shouldn't feel so turned on by being so close to the other boy since Liam is Straight he had never felt love attraction for a guy. man and much less in a sexual way, but his reasoning was losing the battle against his sexual desire, he was beginning to imagine how Austin's big bulging chest would feel, how those pretty lips would feel and most importantly how tight that ass would be taller guy's fat if it was around his fat milky cock.

The next thing that happened was confusing for Liam from one moment to another step from receiving instructions from Austin to lifting the other's shirt and sticking his mouth to his nipple while with his other hand he played with the right nipple of that big tit that he could easily surpass in size if compared to any of the girls he had been with before.

´´Mmm wow cute puppy you´re just a hungry baby´´. Austin moaned in pleasure as he felt the shorter man's mammary actions on his breasts, he was filling himself with too much pleasure even though they were still in the foreplay but the fact that he was seducing a straight man made the satisfaction level rise to a notch higher level. It took all of her willpower to stop Liam temporarily, not that the idea of her ass being stuffed by this man in the hallway at school wasn't tempting but she didn't feel like having to explain herself right now. in case someone discovered them acting like a pair of animals in the act of reproduction. ´´Wait Liam´´ Liam's sad and confused look at being interrupted from this pleasure almost took away his sexual appetite because of how cute the boy looked… but only almost. "Let's continue this in a more private place daddy." Thanks to that last word Liam got a great boost sucking with all his strength the nipple he had in his mouth proceeding to pull it with his lips as hard as possible and then let it go causing the sound of plop and a groan from Austin.

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Liam was leaning against the wall inside the janitor's room while words like ´´fuck´´ ´´shit´´ ´´more´´ ´´please´´ came out of her mouth. For his part, Austin had his face glued to the large bulge that had formed in Liam's jeans, the Incubus was sniffing and licking the visible outline of the big fat cock of the male that he had at his desire, when he decided that enough of punishing Liam was enough. He reached out to unzip those damn pants that kept him from his prize but when his fingers reached the zipper he stopped and looked at Liam. ´´Tell me what you want Liam´´. Those words seemed enough for Liam to conflict on the one hand he felt his fat cock so swollen and in need of love it required all the attention in the world but a small part of him knew this wasn't normal he was still straight it wasn't right that he was acting like a schoolgirl giving her virginity to the popular boy in school let alone this boy who was almost twice his size who seemed so willing to help him release all the pressure from his hot heavy cock.

Seeing no other option she swallowed his pride. ´´I-I need you to please suck my heavy cock Austin I need it so much, more than anything in my whole life´´. Liam said feeling the weight leave his shoulders and he was able to breathe better but he felt a sudden attack of shame wanting to cover his face for the vomit of sincerity he just released but leaving it just as an idea since Austin had ordered him to lean on the wall and stay still, he felt that he should obey the orders that came out of the mouth of this boy he had met less than an hour ago, a boy who was about to take all his cock who was looking at him with that pair of eyes that they made him feel safe, that pair of eyes that for a millisecond he could swear had glowed a vivid pink replacing the black but the change was so brief that his mind instantly dismissed it as a hallucination of the heat of the moment he was going through .

Austin without further ado proceeded to remove Liam's pants along with his underwear as fast as he could, at that moment a fat cock from the force exerted emerged bouncing in front of Austin's surprised face, seeing it through the clothes was one thing but having it face to face with nothing to work as a barrier was another story, right now I could appreciate it in detail, noticing everything about it, the main thing was the shape and size from the trunk to the tip, it seemed that that cock had been made by hand starting with the base that is covered by a thick layer of pubic hair of a slightly darker blonde color than the hair on the head of its owner, the beginning of that cock was normal but it was getting thicker as it followed the route of the middle of the trunk to the big dark red head that was glistening from the pre-seminal fluid that was starting to seep out of its opening, that big fat uncut cock that was a different tan color. Leaving in an attractive way in view of the rest of its owner's complexion, in addition to having a large path of highlighted veins that demonstrated its power, apart from the fact that it was an indomitable 12-inch beast that had a pair of balls that were almost the size of Austin's hand… right now he thanked any higher being that he was an Incubus capable of withstanding this delicious challenge instead of a mortal who would no doubt have to sell his soul in order to handle half of this monster.

He was sure of one thing he was going to give Liam Dunbar the best sex of his young life.

"Oh, you are so big!" Austin said, watching with delight as he stroked Liam's cock in his hand and felt it shake all hot and sweaty and hard. For his part Liam was a mess of moans and occasional tremors due to stimulation. The boy was freaking out, he was in a situation that he never expected in his life, a man is jerking off his cock and he was getting the most sexual pleasure he had experienced to this day.

The Incubus took the head of his cock between his lips and began to suck. Austin had prepared a lot for this moment. Ultimately, all the training he had during that long year of his departure would be worthless if he couldn't show her a good time and give he pleasure like he had never felt before from her first straight man, and Austin wouldn't let that happen. . Now he had this sexy boy's cock in his mouth and it was time for him to show her that there was no woman in comparison who could take better care of her than he could.

Austin licked and sucked on the tip for a while before sliding his lips lower and beginning to suck, and once he started sucking on it he didn't back down he wanted him to see how eager he was to suck his cock, and in he opinion the best way to show he happiness at being on her knees in front of him was for he to fully commit. He didn't just shake his head at him; he threw himself to the ground and leaned back so hard that he risked aching his neck with the aggressiveness with which he shook his head. However, Austin knew it would be a temporary pain since one of the benefits of being a sex demon was quick recovery from any exertion.

His sloppy blowjob was leaving the poor boy wanting more. The relentless lowering of his head that saw him take it almost to the bottom of his throat each time made Austin's handsome face drip with his own saliva, and he didn't care one bit. He thrust past any gag reflex any human could possibly possess but that was no problem for him as far as he knew if he put his mind to it he could take up to five cocks in his mouth at once if that was the case. His pleasure was all that mattered, and he only had to look at him to realize that Liam was already his property. He still looked shocked, but now it was for a very different reason.

However, he still wouldn't be satisfied. He was going to exploit every advantage he had to satisfy Liam, and one area he was sure he beat Liam's exes and just about any woman around was the size of his boobs. He took his mouth off his cock for a moment so he could pull her shirt over his head in less than six seconds. Liam's eyes immediately fell on the large breasts he had previously tasted and squeezed with an irresistible need to hold back, and Austin smiled. He was used (since his sudden physical change) to men (and some women) ogling at his chest, but he almost felt as if he had been given such a large pair of breasts specifically to please to any straight man. Certainly Liam seemed to enjoy looking at them enough.

He continued to watch as he bounced his breasts playfully up and down as both boobs were making the boy drool, but he didn't give her much time to gawk at his bare breasts. His breasts weren't just for show, and he'd taken them out for a reason. If Liam had been impressed with his blowjob, he was going to be absolutely amazed at what came next.

He pushed his massive breasts together around his giant cock, trapping it between his tits before beginning to slide them up and down and give him a proper handjob. There was already plenty of lubrication provided by the messy blowjob he'd been giving her, so he had no trouble building a good rhythm that had him moaning quickly. He didn't say it, but he was thinking to himself that this was an act some previous girlfriend of Liam's couldn't perform for him. No one wouldn't be able to do it like that anyway. Very few women could compete with the size of Austin's breasts, be it from the best porn actress of the moment or just in general, and he was exploiting that fact.

Liam moaned deeply in appreciation of his titjob, and Austin had a feeling he wouldn't need to hold on much longer for him to come. The thought of him shooting he cum onto he breasts was incredibly arousing for him, and it was something he wanted very much.

Austin has to stop himself from laughing at the wide-eyed look of surprise on his face as he speeds up the handjob with his massive tits, giving him pleasures he thought weren't there before as he leans back and moans. So soft…so warm…and so wet, thanks to how much he drooled and spit all over his chest. And he continues to do so, his tongue sticking out and providing a steady stream of saliva to lubricate his tits as he begins to move them up and down.

He was doing a very good job, Liam's head fell back and moans came freely from his lips as Austin continued to use his huge breasts to masturbate him. Even though he wasn't looking at him at the moment, Austin made sure to keep his tongue off of him, not because of the saliva, his breasts were already quite wet. No, he was doing it because when he made his Liam come, he wanted to give her a nice target to blast with the load bubbling out of his balls. The fact that he wanted to taste it as much as he could was a given at this point.

An evil idea occurred to him at that moment. One almost as delicious as the presaminal liquid he had been lucky enough to taste before.

“Are you going to cum daddy? Are you going to cum on my slutty face and my tits? Paint your little white slut with your big fat load- AH!

Austin was interrupted when Liam suddenly came, the first stream of cum exploding from the tip of him and hitting him right in the eye. He closes it immediately, just in time for more to fall on the lid, sealing it with hot cum.

The first impulse was far from the last. Austin doing his best to make him come as hard and as hard as he could. Ignoring the burning in his arms as he continued to move her heavy breasts up and down. Ignoring his own desire to swallow the cum that lands in his mouth, in favor of keeping he mouth open and waiting, making sure to keep his face as attractive a target for his facial as he can.

Thread after thread very hot lands on his features. His mouth, cheeks, nose, eyes and even his hair were covered in cum, making it impossible for Austin to open his eyes, his face almost unrecognizable under the mask of cum. Thick drops fell from his face onto the tops of his tits, adding to the wetness that already coated them.

Liam limply begins to slide down the wall until he drops to the ground, gasping for breath as his mind tries to catch up with everything that had happened. One second he's looking for the right way to his classroom, the next a strange man is sucking he dick like his life depended on it.

And now his face was unrecognizable beneath the mess he had…burst upon him.

He could feel his softening cock contracting as he looked at his cum-covered features, his swollen, freshly-fucked lips. All topped off by the enthusiastic smile all over he face, making no move to wipe it off, as he remains on he knees, giving him a good look at the mess he had made of him. And making sure he saw how much Austin loved what he had done to him.

Liam was silent, stunned silent, while Austin rose all the semen he had on him began to go as if it had a life of its own towards the interior of the boy's mouth, when there was no more trace of semen in Austin he began to get his shirt. This barely seemed to be able to contain the boy's breasts that seemed to have increased a little more in size highlighting the nipples through the shirt.

“We'll see each other again soon darling, when I'm hungry again. At any moment…” Using his fingers to cup Liam's chin bringing his lips to the boy's still on the ground, it started as a slow kiss to turn into a heated battle of tongues each seeking to dominate the other by doing in the process of Liam tasting the remains of his cum from Austin's mouth. After a few minutes the incubus separated from Liam leaving the boy wanting more. ´´Don't be greedy puppy we will have more fun later, now you better go to class and put on your pants I don't want anyone else to see what belongs to me´´. The incubus placed a quick kiss on the tip of Liam's tired cock causing a groan from him, before greeting him with his fingers and a mischievous smile on his lips.

He walks back out of the janitor's closet, a bit of his own natural lube running down his thighs and sweat on his face, the happiest person in school.

After watching Austin leave, there was only one thing Liam knew. He was definitely going to need to have sex with Austin again.

Jeez… "Ah…fuck…yeah…just like that…that was just…wow…"

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werelosingdaylight · 1 year

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ALRIGHT SO IM BACK IN MY TEEN WOLF PHASE, let’s be honest I never really left, SO IM GONNA ASK FOR REQUESTS. All my other requests are still in progress or are currently on hold until I get muse for them. [I may or may not be on an Alpha!Stiles, Omega!Stiles, and Stilinski Twins kick right now.]

Characters I’ll write!

Stiles Stilinski x reader [This does include A/B/O AUs because I was robbed]

Void!Stiles x Reader [Same as with Stiles, A/B/O AUs, also Stiles Twin AU is welcome]

Scott McCall x Reader

Theo Raeken x Reader

Lydia Martin x Reader

Allison Argent x Reader

Derek Hale x Reader [Also including Teen!Derek]

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Malia Tate x Reader

Kira Yukimura x Reader

Cora Hale x Reader

Eli Hale x reader

#teen wolf x you #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x y/n #stiles stilinski x reader #void stiles x reader #alpha stiles x reader #scott mccall x reader #theo raeken x reader #lydia martin x reader #allison argent x reader #derek hale x reader #liam dunbar x reader #Kira yukimura x reader #cora hale x reader #eli hale x reader #stilinski twins x reader

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green-typewriterz · 8 months

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED*

*requests are open for Buck ONLY

Hello!

I am a fic writer who is now opening requests!

what i will write:

angst

hurt

comfort

fluff

injury and the like

what i won't write:

Explicit content, I’m fine with kissing but no sex/ more as I am ace and sex repulsed

NSWF (only sexual I will do violence and swearing lol)

pregnancy or being a parent

minor x adult ships (eg Sterek)

If there is a topic you are unsure about feel free to message me and I will clear it up! I will most likely mainly be writing for:

EVAN BUCKLEY PLEASE SEND ME EVAN BUCKLEY FICS

SAM WINCHESTER

Kaz Brekker

Matt Murdock

Sidney Prescott

Amber Freeman

Wes Hicks

Tara Carpenter

Sam Carpenter

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Pretty much any teen wolf character

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

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ilovefanficbooks · 1 year

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The New Girl (Liam Dunbar x Reader)

Paring: Liam Dunbar x Y/n

Pronouns: She/her

Warning : flirting, mention of past relationship, toxic relationship, divorce parents

Summary : Y/n is the new girl at Beacon Hills high and Liam likes her. Now he's trying to get her attention but Y/N is playing hard to get because she won't admit that she likes Liam.

Liam Pov

Another day at school and everyone seems to go by there normal day. Well instead of me and my friends that are involved in the supernatural world. I was walking with Mason and I to get to class. While we were talking.

"Dude, have you heard about the new girl joining us here?" Mason asked me bring back to the world.

"There's a new girl?" I asked Nason stopping at our lockers as we get everything out that we need.

"Yeah. Rumour has it she sounds half British and half American " Mason told me as I give him a smirk.

"Okay dude, you have Corey go I'll see you in class" I patted my best friend on the back as he left. Once I shut my locker I saw a girl from across the hall with Y/h/l Y/h/c.

She must be the new girl. I start to walk up to her once I noticed she was finish getting g her stuff.

"Hey there" I said leaning against the other lockers looking into her Y/e/c.

"Umm hi?" Dhe said but it was more like a question.

"The name is Liam but you can call me your future boyfriend " I flirt at her. She is really pretty. Who wouldn't think other wise.

"Umm, I won't be your future girlfriend I'll be your future enemy that stabs you in the back " She said then she walked away to her class.

"Wow, hush much" I told myself as the bell rang I when to class only to find her in my class. Now what can really go wrong.

Y/N Pov

For the past weeks since I moved here I have had that boy Liam keeping coming up to me and trying to flirt or ask me out. I just don't want any man right now. Not like what my ex did to me.

I just sat down on the benches where they play lacrosse for practice today. And I spot Liam looking straight at me. He gives me a wave and a cheeky grin. While I shake my head.

Is not that I like the boy, it's just I've been having a hard time since my ex broke things of and I was stuck in a toxic relationship for two years not to mention I'm going through my parents break up. So that's the only reason mom and I moved here.

While practice was going on I borough out my notes for class and start to study until practice is over. My friend Scott is on the team so I go to watch him. But ever time I do I feel like Liam is going to rip he's head off. He is so dramatic sometimes.

"Hey there pretty face" I heard Liam say walking up to me.

"What do you want?" I asked sighing and putting my notes down.

"I just came to say hi is that a crime ?" Liam asked while I pack my stuff up.

"Yes it is around me" I said starting to walk away to go and study in the library.

"What is your problem ?" Liam said as I turn around with a confuse face.

"What?" I asked while chuckle.

"Why are you so hard to fall for. Any girl will fall for me easy" Liam said as I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well I'm not like other girls so drop it?" I said about turn around and walk away but Liam yet again stop me.

"Your hiding something from me what is it?" Liam asked while I scoff throwing my arms in the air.

"I'm not" I lied while I tried to keep my heart from jumping out of my chest.

"Your lying. Tell me I won't judge " Liam said walking towards me. I sigh as I can't hold back anymore.

"I like you Liam okay!" I blar out seeing he's shocked face.

"And no one ever showed me much attention in me. My ex he broke up to and my toxic and I'm going through a hard time right now because of my parents. So I'm afraid to fall in love again and I tried not to with you but faith just happened okay" I said with tears falling down my face. I was hoping to hear Liam laugh at me or say something mean to me but what happened next shocked me .

"You like me?" Liam asked while I step forward to him.

"I'm in love with you " I told him nearly in a whisper.

"Well I'm in love with you too" Liam said as I look up at him.

"You are?" I asked him hoping he is not messing with me.

"For the past few weeks I tried to flirt with you was to get your attention but it was because I like you. Now I'm in love with you" Liam said cupping my face in he's hands.

"Promise me to never let me go and keep me safe" I told him while he chuckle.

"Always" Liam said then kiss me on the lips which they felt warm. I guess this is all I need. A safe place for someone to take care of me.

Now I got him.

#y/n story #teen wolf #liam dunbar #liam dunabr imagine #liam dunbar x reader #werewolf #scott mccall #mason hewitt #Liam dunbar x yn

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soulofapatrick · 4 months

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Midnight Confessions - Liam Dunbar x Female Reader

Summary: Liam can't sleep so comes to your room and ends up admitting he has feelings for you

Words: 2.2K

Warnings: None

Y/N’s POV

I’m awoken by a soft rustling, the sound of someone fidgeting nearby and the soft click of my bedroom door. It would be barely audible to the naked ear but being a werecoyote I hear it as clear as day. My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dimness of the room. In the half-light, I make out a familiar figure slipping into my room—Liam.

“Lili?” I murmur, sitting up, voice hoarse with sleep.

He turns, his eyes widening slightly in surprise, “Oh, hey,” he greets, his voice low and rough with an air of apology, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

I just shake my head, pretending a false wakefulness, though the little skip of my heart likely gives away my lie, “No, I was already awake.” I lie, offering him a comforting smile, “What’s wrong, Li?”

Liam hesitates, his usually confident demeanour replaced by an uncharacteristic vulnerability, “I… I can’t sleep.” He admits, his voice filled with frustration, “It’s like my brain won’t shut off.” As Liam edges closer, I catch the hint of embarrassment swirling in the air, the subtle shift in his scent betraying his unease. He's never been one to show vulnerability easily, and the faint aroma of it mixing with the usual notes of his scent makes his discomfort palpable.

Without a second thought I’m shuffling closer to the wall and living the duvet, patting the now free space besides me, “Come here,” I offer, used to having any of the pack in my bed at all hours of the day. Being the Pack Mum they all come to me when they can’t sleep, can’t work anything out or just need someone to be with. This is no different, so I don’t hesitate.

Liam hesitates though, he’s never been one to come to me, always being one to bottle up his emotions and have them all come out in bursts of anger. His IED. His gaze flickers between me and the bed as if fighting some inner turmoil before his shoulders slump and he’s shuffling over to the bed.

He eases onto the bed, tentative as if unsure of the unspoken rules governing such intimate moments. I give him the space to settles sensing his discomfort lingering in the air like a fragile thread. So, with a silent invitation, I was my arm around his waist, pulling him closer, offering a sense of security in the embrace. His head finds a resting place on my arm, and I gently pull him closer, molding our bodies together, his back against my chest.

The warmth of his body against mine, the rise and fall of his breaths in sync with mine—it’s a quiet intimacy, a silent understanding that transcends words. My hold on him is gentle yet firm, a reassurance that he’s not alone in this moment of vulnerability.

His muscles tense at first, the unfamiliarity of this closeness evident, but gradually, with each passing moment, he relaxes into the embrace. I feel the weight of his exhaustion, the weariness of carrying the burdensome thoughts and emotions alone. We lay there in the stillness, a fragile peace enveloping us as I wait for him to speak. My heartbeat, a steady rhythm against his back, serves as a comfort for him enough to begin speaking quietly.

Liam’s voice is a mere whisper against the quiet backdrop of the night, almost hesitant to disturb the tranquility we’ve found. “I never… I never do this,” he admits, his words soft and raw with vulnerability, “I don’t… I don’t let people in.” His confession echoes in the space between us, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. I tighten my embrace ever so slightly, a wordless encouragement for him to continue, to share the burden he’s carried in solitude for so long, “I’ve always kept everyone at arms length,” He murmurs, the words weighed down the years of self-imposed isolation, “But… there’s someone I really like.”

His confession lingers, pregnant with unspoken truths. My heart quickens, despite myself, as I’ve honestly liked Liam as long as I’ve known him after Scott turned him into a werewolf. His unwavering determination drew me in at first, he possesses an unyielding resilience, facing adversities head on, regardless of the trials fate throws his way. His willingness to confront challenges, to persevere in the face of danger, ignites an admiration with me.

There’s an inherent goodness in Liam—a genuine kindness that permeates every action and word. Despite the turmoil within him, he exudes compassion, extending a helping hand without hesitation. His caring nature extends not just to the pack, but to everyone around him. Witnessing this innate warmth and empathy, I find myself drawn to his selfless heart.

Liam shifts in my embrace, his movements gentle yet deliberate, turning to face me in the subdued light of the room. His features, usually framed by determination or a boyish enthusiasm, now carry a vulnerability that renders him achingly human.

His electric blue eyes, etched with complexities of emotion, meet mine, shimmering with a blend of uncertainty and an unspoken depth that captivates me. They hold a silent plea, a longing for understanding, yet also harbouring a hint of apprehension about the confession he’s laid bare.

The soft light casts a delicate glow upon his features, accentuating the curve of his jawline. His tousled hair, kissed by the dimness of the room, frames his face in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. It’s a vulnerability in his gaze, the rawness in his expression that draws me in. Every line, every nuance of his face tells a story—one of resilience, of battles fought, and a heart brimming with unspoken desires. And in that moment, with him facing me, vulnerability and sincere it takes every ounce of self-restraint not to close the distance between us.

The air crackles with an unspoken tension, a palpable energy that hangs between our breaths, pregnant with the weight of unspoken confessions. His proximity feels like a magnetic pull, an irresistible force urging me closer.

His lips, parted as if ready to voice more, hover tantalising close, and my pulse quickens at the proximity. The temptation to bridge the gap between us—to taste the unspoken words on his lips—is almost overpowering. His cerulean eyes, shimmering with a tempest of emotions, flicker downwards for the briefest of moments, tracing the curve of my lips before reconnecting with mine. There’s a silent acknowledgement in that fleeting gaze that it’s me. I’m the someone he’s been thinking about and my heart quickens.

In a heartbeat, his hand moves, a tender caress tracing the contours of my cheek, the touch feather-light yet electric against my skin. His fingertips, warm and gentle, send a shiver down my spine, igniting a flutter in my chest. It’s a gesture so achingly tender, filled with an unspoken longing and a depth of emotion that words couldn’t convey. The weight of his touch, the unspoken invitation in his eyes, they weave an intricate tapestry of desire and restraint, of longing and apprehension.

For a suspended moment, we exist in this delicate dance, an unspoken understanding passing between us, as if a silent agreement binds our hearts in this tender, charged space. His thumb brushes lightly against the corner of my lips, an intimate gesture that ignites a cascade of sensations within me. I’m captured in the intensity of his gaze, drowning in the unspoken desires that shimmer beneath the surface.

The charged atmosphere crackles as Liam inches closer, our breaths mingling in a symphony of shared anticipation. Every move, every beat of our hearts, seems synchronised in this suspended moment, an unspoken agreement guiding our silent exchange.

He draws nearer, an almost imperceptible movement, until the space between us narrows to mere inches. The magnetic pull between our bodies intensifies, practically pressing chest to chest, our closeness igniting a firestorm of emotions within.

His touch is a whisper against my skin, a delicate dance that sets my sense ablaze. And in that fragile interlude, his hand guides my head, a tender urging that sends a thrill down my spine. Our gazes lock, the depth of his blue eyes holding a storm of emotions—hesitation, nervousness, and an undeniable longing.

As if testing the waters of an uncharted sea, he leans in, a hesitant yet determined motion that bridges the final gap. Our lips meet in a hesitant, nervous collision—a gentle brush that sparks a conflagration of emotions. It’s a kiss born from the depth of unspoken desires, a tentative exploration of something that has simmered beneath the surface for far too long. The touch of our lips speaks volumes, conveying a yearning and a vulnerability that transcends words.

The initial brush of our lips, tentative and uncertain, ignites a fervour that neither of us could contain. It’s as though a floodgate has been opened, releasing a torrent of pent-up emotions that surges between us. The kiss deepens, a magnetic pull drawing us into a whirlwind of passion.

Liam’s lips, once hesitant, now mold against mine with an urgency born of unspoken longing. The kiss takes on a life of its own, a heated exploration that speaks volumes of the emotions feeling this newfound intimacy.

Our bodies move in sync, a silent symphony of desires entwined. The once gentle touch turns fervent, his hands exploring every curve, every inch they can reach. It’s a dance of fervour and restraint, a silent plea for deeper connection that resonates between each breathless exchange. The world fades away as Liam rolls us over, positioning himself above me. His presence is magnetic, his gaze locking onto mine in an intensity that electrifies the air. The weight of his body against mine sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine, our closeness an inferno of unspoken desires.

My fingers tangle in his soft locks, pulling him closer, urging the closeness as his lips trail from mine to explore the sensitive skin of my neck. His touch sears through me, every caress leaving an imprint of longing etched into my skin.

In response, my hands roam, tracing the contours of his muscular chest, feeling that strength beneath the surface. The heat between us intensifies, a collision of passion and unspoken emotions that dance in the air around us.

Our bodies move in a synchronised dance, each touch, each kiss, an unspoken dialogue of unbridled passion and profound connection. The heat between us amplifies, a whirlwind of emotions and desires swirling around us, encapsulating us in a world of fervour and longing.

Liam captures my lips again in a passionate kiss that steals my breath away. His fervent embrace, the way he fits against me, feels like an intricate puzzle piece finding its perfect match. It’s a collision of sensations—a tumultuous wave of emotions crashing into each other, drawing us deeper into the abyss of our shared desires. With every stolen breath, every tender exchange, I’m consumed by the intensity of the moment, enveloped in a whirlwind of feelings that leave me craving more. There’s an urgency in the way our lips mold together, an unspoken desire to lose ourselves in this infinite moment.

As our kisses deepen, I lose myself in the rhythm of our shared passion. Every touch, every movement, resonates with an undeniable longing—an unspoken declaration that I never want this moment to end. In Liam’s embrace, I find a sanctuary where time stands still, where our connection transcends the boundaries of the physical, and whirr the fervour of our shared desire ignites an unquenchable flame within me.

Eventually, I break the kiss reluctantly, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, feeling the undeniable pull of Liam’s presence lingering between us. “Maybe we should… try and sleep.” I murmur, noticing a flicker of disappointment cross Liam’s features as doubt clouds his expression.

But before his disappointment settles in, I quickly add, “We have all the time in the world to make out, but maybe not at 3m on a school night.”

A bashful giggle escapes him, his embarrassment evident as a faint blush tinges his cheeks. He settles back next to me, nestling into the cradle of my arms with a sheepish yet affectionate smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” He concedes, his voice softened by the intimacy of the moment, “Sleep sounds good.”

The tension from our passionate exchange gradually dissipates into a quiet tranquility. Liam finds a comfortable spot, his head resting against my shoulder, a sense of contentment enveloping us in the soothing embrace of the night.

As the minutes pass, the weight of our shared emotions lingers in the air, an unspoken promise of deeper conversations yet to come. The steady rhythm of his breathing against my chest becomes a soothing melody, lulling us into a gentle slumber.

In the quiet of the night, I hold him close, cherishing the intimacy and vulnerability we shared. Our entwined bodies find solace in each other's presence, a silent understanding that this moment, fleeting yet profound, has kindled something unspoken yet unmistakably beautiful between us. I bury my face in his hair and as sleep claims us, I drift into dreams, knowing that whatever awaits in the waking hours, the warmth of Liam's embrace remains a cherished memory.

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themultifandomgal · 4 days

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Ok so for those who voted for Teen Wolf who would you like to see more of?

#teen wolf imagine #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf #derek hale x reader #peter hale x y/n #lydia martin #stiles stilinski x y/n #chris argent x y/n #scott mcall x reader #malia tate #theo raeken #liam dunbar

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kareniliana · 2 years

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Liam: A thing

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

"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.

#liam dunbar x reader #liam dunbar imagines #Liam Dunbar x reader #teen wolf #mtv #Liam x reader #Liam Dunbar x you #Liam x y/n

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miguelschamp · 3 months

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how you get the girl

pairing: liam dunbar x fem!reader

summary: liam hurries to find a way to explain why he’s been standing you up

warnings: none

you and liam had been friends for about a year before you told each other how you felt. you guys were taking it slow and hadn’t made it official yet.

he was working his way toward actually being your boyfriend. which meant taking you on dates, goodnight and morning texts, and everything in between.

the problem was that he hadn’t told you he was a werewolf. so, he couldn’t tell why he had stood you up twice already.

coming up with lame excuses about his parents which you seemed to take pretty well. but you also had a gut feeling that he was lying.

tonight was supposed to be the night he took you on a date to a new restaurant that had opened a few weeks prior. he was determined to make it up to you.

he hated how your eyes held sadness whenever he had to come up with yet another lie.

he promised that tonight there would be no excuses. that he would actually make it.

you made it to the restaurant first. a little earlier than your initial meeting time.

then 30 minutes passed. you sent liam a couple of texts asking if he was anywhere near and got no response.

then an hour.

then two.

of you standing and mingling outside of the restaurant. you definitely called him more than fifty times. and texted him even more.

you knew this would happen. a small part of you was hoping it would be third times the charm. evidently it wasn’t.

your walk home was filled with tears. sad that he couldn’t even take you seriously enough to text and say he wasn’t making it. you were also embarrassed. the amount of customers that walked in and came back out with pitiful looks on their faces.

by the time you made it home, it was around 10:30 and you had school the next day. so, you just got in the shower and headed off to bed. crying yourself to sleep.

•••

liam knew he messed up. bad.

he was actually going to make it on time to your date. then scott called him frantic about meeting in the woods to catch the latest supernatural creature terrorizing beacon hills.

after hours of fighting, they finally stopped it. then he checked his phone and his heart dropped at the amount of texts and calls he got from him.

now he was running through the halls trying to find you. he turns the corner before heading down toward your locker. he sighs in relief as he sees you digging through your locker.

“y/n !” he calls out

you huff refusing to look over at him. you jam a book into your locker as he stops beside you.

“hey, i’m so sorry about last night.” he breathes. you stay silent as you close your locker. you sling your backpack on your shoulder before walking off. liam’s face drops before he follows after you. “y/n-“

“what ?” you snap turning to him

“i’m so sorry i stood you up last night. i was so busy.”

“doing what ?” you ask

liam blinks, “um.. i was just- uh-“

“and don’t lie.” you interrupt

“i was just busy.” he says hoping to satisfy you

it doesn’t.

“doing what ?” you say, “too busy to even answer my texts instead of standing me up. again.”

“i know, i’m sorry.” he says holding his hands out, “but i can make it up to you-“

“no, you can’t. you can’t even tell me the truth about why you left me outside of a restaurant for a date that you planned, for two hours.”

“y/n/n-“

“you know what liam, i don’t think this is gonna work.” you say pointing between the two of you

liam furrows his brows, “what ? no. i promise i can make it up to you.”

“even if you could, you can’t be honest with me.” you say looking up at him. his heart drops as sadness swarms through your eyes. “goodbye, liam.”

liam’s shoulders fall as you turn and walk off. he sighs as you turn the corner. he had to come up with a way to come clean to you. he didn’t want to lose you.

his eyes widen before he rushes down the hall.

•••

you sat in the library trying to get some homework done on your free period. you look up as someone pulls a chair out beside you.

you frown as lydia martin sits next to you. two other girls take places on the other side of the table.

you knew who they were. they were seniors that you saw liam hanging out with sometimes. you didn’t know how he knew them, but it didn’t matter much to you.

“um, hi ?” you say

“hi.” lydia smiles, “i’m lydia and this is kira and malia.”

as you look to the two girls, kira gives a wave as malia raises her brows in acknowledgment. you then turn back to lydia.

“we were wondering if you wanted to hang out.”

“me ?” you say bewildered, “but you guys are seniors. i don’t even know you guys.”

“no, but you’re pretty and i like hanging out with pretty people.” lydia shrugs

you blink as you mouth opens and closes looking for an answer. “uh, sure ?”

“great.” lydia beams before holding her hand out, “can i see your phone ?”

you quickly dig around in your backpack before handing it to her. she types for a few seconds before handing it back to you.

she stands up, “i’ll text you where to meet us. see ya.”

you watch as all three girls leave the table. you turn forward slowly in your seat as you set your phone on the table.

•••

lydia texted you about an hour after school ended. you found yourself walking through the woods as she told you to meet them at the outlook.

as you arrive, you look around. as far as you could tell, no one was there or had been there previously.

you pull out your phone again rereading the text.

meet us at the outlook. we’re already here ;)

you sigh as you slide your phone in your back pocket. “what is up with people standing me up ?”

this had to be some prank they were trying to pull on. seniors always messed with the younger class. you just didn’t think it would happen to you.

you look over as you hear leaves crunching. liam walked up cautiously.

“hi.” he says

“hi.” you say hesitantly, “you can have this to yourself i was supposed to meet…” you trail off as it all clicks in your head. liam set it up. “you set it up, didn’t you ?”

“yeah.” you sigh as your arms cross over your chest. “but i swear it was for a good reason.”

you brows raise as you turn to him, “what ? so you can tell me more lies and promise another date ?”

liam nods, “i deserve that. but i promise i’ll tell you the truth.”

you shift your weight from one foot to the next. you tilt your head and liam finally gets the hint that you’ll listen.

“do you believe in the supernatural ?”

you frown, “what ?”

“the supernatural. do you think it exists ?”

you couldn’t believe the stupid question he was asking, but answered anyway. “maybe. i don’t know. depends.”

“do you think werewolves exist ?” he asks

liam can see your confusion deepen as he looks at you. “liam, what the hell are you talking about ?”

“do you ?”

“i don’t know, liam. literally anything can exist.” you huff

“okay.” he says. you watch as he gets closer to you. he holds his hands out, “do you trust me ?”

you eye him, “not with you asking that as we stand on a cliff.”

he chuckles, “i just need to know that you won’t hit me or anything.”

“liam-“ your words die as you watch his eyes glow yellow. soon after, hair begins to grow from his cheeks and fangs protrude from his mouth.

liam watches worriedly as your eyes widen. he can hear your heartbeat accelerating. he holds his hands out, “y/n-“

you back up as you look down at his hands. he looks too and immediately brings his hands down. he forgot about his claws.

“i promise i wont hurt you.” he says as he slowly shifts back to the liam you knew, “that’s why i keep messing up our dates.”

“you’re- you’re a werewolf.” you say softly

“yeah.” he says. he holds his hands up to show his hands were back to normal before walking up to you. “the seniors you see me hanging out with sometimes are all apart of my pack.”

your eyes widen, “they’re all werewolves ?”

“well, no.” he says, “it’s a mix, but i can explain all of that to you.”

you let out a deep breath as you look down. your hands go up to your cheeks. “oh my god, you’re a werewolf.”

“so, are you like out in the woods or something when we’re supposed to be on dates ?” you say looking up to him

“there are other creatures that try to come into the city and we fight them off.” he says before chuckling, “scott has terrible timing when it comes to needing my help.”

“liam, why didn’t you just tell me ?” you say as your hands fall

“because i didn’t know how you’d take it or if you’d even believe me. i didn’t want to lose you.”

“well, it’s better to be honest with me so i don’t think you’re a complete jerk.”

he smiles as he nods, “i know that now and i’m sorry. really sorry.”

you look up at him as he steps in front of you. he gently takes your hand, “if you’ll give me another chance, i can guarantee i won’t screw it up this time.”

you laugh, “are you sure ? you’re like a superhero now. fighting off beacon hills crime.”

he smiles before shaking his head, “scott knows all about us now, so he’s gonna try to refrain from calling me unless it’s detrimental.”

you search his face as he waits for your answer. he was hoping this was enough to convince you that he wasn’t a jerk and was just someone trying to juggle his own life and saving others.

“i’ll give you a chance if you do something for me.”

he stands up straight, “anything.”

you smile, “can you do the eye thing again ?”

liam laughs before his eyes glow yellow again. he watches as your eyes bounce back and forth between his. a few seconds later, they’re back to their baby blue that you’ve grown to love.

“okay, you get another chance.” you say playfully rolling your eyes.

his smile widens before his hand goes up to your cheek closing the gap between you two. a soft kiss being placed on your lips.

#liam dunbar #liam dunbar x reader #liam dunbar imagine #dylan sprayberry #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #miguelschamp

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