#soft liam dunbar

[hedwig394]

The Big Sister

Derek Hale x Sarah McCall

Timeline: In S4, when Scott bites Liam Dunbar. Scott doesn't know how to calm Liam down and explain to him what just happened, so he takes him to the calmest and most sane person he knows. His sister.

Sarah's POV -

The hospital's rarely so quiet and calm at this hour. I don't remember a day where there was no crowd at 5 pm, which falls between the visiting hours. Yes, I joined as a nurse at the hospital because Stiles, while being possessed by the nogitsune, burned down my pharmacy.

He insists on paying for it, but they're already in a lot of debt. So I refused. But I do want to get it back up someday. When I have enough money. And enough time.

Surprisingly, I like it at the hospital. There's something soothing and enriching about helping someone heal and get better, though the medicines usually ruin a different part of your body than what they are supposed to fix.

Sipping coffee, I turn to the next page of the book I'm reading. Who knew I'd like to read about elves and wizards? But this book is good. Maybe I'll ask Derek to read it too.

I'm so engrossed in my book that I don't realise when someone stands in front of me at the reception. I don't look up, Mom will handle it.

"What are you doing here?" Mom asks from beside me and that makes me look up.

My brother, Stiles, Derek and a boy I don't recognise stand in front of me. They're not looking at Mom, they're looking at me. The boy looks agitated and angry. He looks like he can break something.

"Hey CeeCee," Scott gives me a smile, "Got a moment?"

"Allow me to brace myself," I say and close the book. "What do you want?" I ask after standing in front of him.

"Not here, Angel." Derek whispers in my ear after wrapping his arm around my waist, "Somewhere private."

I look at him curiously. "Der, what is it?"

Derek doesn't reply, just looks around suspiciously and gives me a wry look.

Right. Privacy.

I lead them to an empty supply room and lock the door behind me. The boys stand behind me, looking at the stranger.

"Right. What's going on?" I ask my brother.

"CeeCee, this is Liam Dunbar," Scott says, pointing to the stranger. I give him a nod and reach out my hand for him to shake. "Sarah McCall, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too." He replies politely, shaking my hand.

"You might wanna maintain distance." Stiles whispers in my ear, "He's explosive." I give him a confused look and step back.

Derek wraps a protective arm around my waist and pulls me towards him. He's not being subtle. Derek is always protective over me, but he's just a teenage boy. I can feel his claws on my shirt. I look at Liam curiously, and then it dawns on me. He must be a werewolf.

"So, Sarah." Scott begins, and Liam glares at him ferociously. That's when I know something is wrong. Scott avoids calling me by my real name, he always calls me CeeCee.

"There was a Wendigo attack-"

"Scott bit Liam."

My mouth hangs open as Stiles interrupts my brother. "What?" I look at my brother, shocked, "Why?"

"I'll explain," Scott says, scowling at Stiles, who closes his mouth. "There was a Wendigo attack here, right? Liam was at the hospital at that time."

"Oh, yes," I murmur. I've never seen Liam before, but Mom had mentioned a boy who had broken his arm or something. "What about that?"

"So the Wendigo grabbed Liam and took him on the roof. Luckily, I reached there and tried to fight him. But the Wendigo threw Liam over the edge. Liam held on just by his fingertips and I couldn't go help him because the Wendigo was holding me back. So I er..I had to use the only option I had. I had to bite him." Scott explains and sighs.

I blink, trying to digest the information. I gulp and turn to Liam. "Oh. Hi."

"Yeah, hi." He says wearily.

"So, why is he here?" I ask Scott, who replies, "We..er...we haven't...he doesn't..."

"He's an explosive grenade, and doesn't know what has happened to him, and what is going to happen to him because of what had happened to him and he also..kind of hates us." Stiles jumps in, "It'd be better if you talk to him, CeeCee."

"Er..sure." I say and whisper in his ear, "Why me?"

"You're nice, and calm and kind. He can do with kind." Scott says.

"Especially after you kidnapped me." Liam shoots at him.

I look at Scott, alarmed. "You kidnapped him?"

"To keep him safe." He says hastily. I'm about to retort but Derek says, "Point is, Angel, we need you to talk to him. Explain things to him before he wrecks the town on the next full moon."

"Let me guess, did you give him the 'we're brothers now' talk?" I turn to Scott, suppressing a giggle. Scott blushes and I look at Derek, "I remember the time you tried to tell that to Scotty, and it did not go well."

"I didn't have you at the time, now I do." He says lovingly.

I kiss him softly and then turn to Liam. "Alright kid. Let's talk."

I ask Mom for permission to use an empty room, and she grants it immediately, knowing the severity of the situation. Mom is great at picking up hints.

I lock the door behind me and turn to look at Liam, who sits awkwardly on the bed. I pull up a chair to sit in front of him. "Make yourself comfortable. Trust me, I'm not gonna do anything to you."

"It's difficult to trust you since it was your brother who bit me." Liam snaps, and I look at him with mild shock. "Hmm, now I see why Stiles called you a grenade. Tell me, Dunbar. What else is it? How do you get so angry easily?"

"What are you? A doctor?" He questions, ignoring what I said.

"No." I say, "Do I look like one?"

"Then what are you?" He bends forward, glaring at me threateningly.

"Kid," I say with a raised eyebrow, "Don't try to threaten me. My brother and my boyfriend are standing right outside and they can hear every word of our conversation. If Derek catches even a whiff of you trying to hurt me, you won't be alive to see the next full moon. And I don't want you to die. So I suggest we do this calmly."

Liam sits back and huffs. "Fine. Now will you tell me what's going on?"

"I will." I say, "After you tell me what's going on with you. You're aggressive, get angry easily. Why? What do you have?"

"IED." He says dejectedly.

Oh. Oh. Out of everyone my brother had to choose as a beta, he chose one with who had frequent anger outbursts.

I start to feel bad for Liam Dunbar. The whole werewolf ordeal is going to be tougher for him since he's much more prone to anger and aggression.

"I see," I say. My voice is even, I don't want him to know that I feel bad for him. I'm not sure if he'll appreciate pity. Best to not assume. Besides, he'll feel safe enough to open up if I talk to him with a neutral tone and perspective.

I brace myself. "You need to be calm for what I'm about to tell you."

Liam looks at me wordlessly. I can't put a word on how he's feeling or what he's thinking, so I continue. "Liam, you're a werewolf."

His eyes go wide for a second, shock covering his face. Then, he bursts out laughing. "Are you serious?" He chokes out, "Out of everything, I hadn't expected this. A werewolf? Seriously, Miss McCall? What do you think I am? A nutjob?"

"Liam, I'm not kidding." I say seriously. "Did you not see Scott's face when he bit you?"

He stops laughing. His face turns grim suddenly, all humour fading. He doesn't say anything, but by the look in his eyes, I know he remembers.

"Liam, I know this sounds ridiculous, believe me it was to me as well but - this is all real." I say softly, "My brother's a werewolf, and so are you now."

He panics, and though I'm not a werewolf, I can see that his heart rate has picked up. Looking at me frantically, "Wait...what?" He sputters, "What? You can't be serious!"

"I'm sorry," I say, not letting my voice waver. I look at him kindly, "But I am."

"Well then, what do I do?" He exclaims, "How can I turn back into a normal person? How can I undo it?"

"You can't," I say, bracing myself. I feel too bad for him. For a second, I don't see Liam. I see Scott. Scott, when he had been bitten and was learning how to control. Scott, when he was so frustrated at everything. Scott, couldn't be with the girl he loved and was failing in class because of something he didn't do.

"What do you - what do you mean by that?" He asks. His voice is shaking, he's trying his best to not get angry. But his efforts are unsuccessful.

"Liam, you can't go back to being a human again. You are a werewolf, and there's nothing you can do about that. I'm sorry." I say, and wish it didn't sound heartless. God, I sound like a manipulative bitch here.

"THE HELL I CAN'T!" He snarls, standing up. My heartbeat quickens, but I try to stay calm. "Don't get in here." I whisper, hoping that Derek and Scott outside can hear. "I'll handle it."

"YOUR BROTHER DID THIS TO ME!" He thundered, "I'M AN ANIMAL! A FUCKING ABOMINATION BECAUSE OF HIM!"

"Liam, if Scott hadn't bit you, you would've been dead," I say, looking into his glowing yellow eyes. "Would you rather prefer death over being a werewolf?"

"That's the thing!" He snaps and starts prowling around the room. "I don't even know what being a 'werewolf' means. How am I supposed to live this?"

"That's why I'm here." I say with a small smile, "To help you."

He sits in front of me again, "Are you a werewolf too?"

"No."

"What are you?"

"Human."

"Then why are you talking to me?" He asks, "Why are you risking it?"

I sigh. "Because you remind me of someone, and I wasn't able to help him a lot. He suffered, and I don't want you to follow in his footsteps. That's why I'm 'risking it'."

"Alright. I'm not gonna ask you to elaborate." He states and I smirk, "Good, because I'm not going to elaborate either."

"So tell me." He leans back and looks at my grugdingly. "What does it mean to be a werewolf? Even when you don't have first-hand experience."

"As you might know from fairytales and fantasy stories," I begin, "You're half wolf, half human. This ensures that you have heightened senses, like you can hear my heartbeat and you can also smell all of the sanitisers in this hospital. You also have the strength and speed of a wolf, you're much stronger than a normal human being. Faster, too."

He looks at me curiously. "Go on."

"You'll heal fast. Like, very fast. If I were to stab you right now, you'd magically heal and your wound will disappear within seconds, depending on how deep it is." I add, and he looks at me in wonder. Yeah, he's liking this.

"You'll never fall sick, your immunity is just too strong for that." I say, "And you'll also look better."

He grins and I smile. "It is true."

"You're not immortal. You're gonna age, but very slowly." I say, "And now let me dissolve a myth, which I also believed before my brother was turned into a werewolf."

"The thing is, you're not gonna turn into an actual wolf on full moon nights." I say carefully, "But your claws - which you have by the way - will come out, there'll be hair on your face - don't ask me why - your face will change...sorta. And you will be rabid. You will get angry, you will become a wild animal, basically. And you can kill someone."

Liam stares at me, open-mouthed. I gulp, this was not the best way to explain things to him. I let out a string of curses in my mind. This shouldn't have played out the way it did.

"Unless you learn how to control." I say quickly, before guilt overwhelms him.

"How do I learn how to control?" He asks, his eyes glassy. My heart clenches.

"You've to find an anchor." I say and keep a hand on his wrist. He's looking down, and a tear falls onto my hand. "Liam," I say, "Look at me."

He looks up slowly, "Am I going to kill someone?"

"Not if you learn how to control." I say. "To control yourself, to not shift into that primal, animal part of you, you need to have an anchor. Someone who will bind you to your human side. Or something, it'll do too."

He looks confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that-" I click my tongue, "See, an anchor is something - or someone - for whom or for which you will want to be human. An anchor pulls you towards your human side."

"Who's Scott's anchor?" He asks and I say shortly. "Himself." I don't want to spill the details of his and Allison's rollercoaster of a romance.

"Who's Derek's anchor?" He asks and I try not to blush. "Me."

Liam looks away, embarassed. "Sorry. Shouldn't have asked."

"It's okay." I say, clearing my throat.

"So...I need to get a girlfriend?" He asks, clearly confused.

I lean backwards and look at the ceiling. "No. It doesn't have to be a girlfriend." I say thoughtfully. An idea pops into my head and I look at him, "Imagine it this way. When you shift - that is, when you have claws and facial hair and all - you're gonna feel very powerful, very strong and very angry. You're gonna be fearless, and disoriented. You won't have a care in the world. So, would you like to come back to your human side after that?"

"I don't wanna kill anyone." He says uneasily and my heart softens. He's more like Scott than what I had imagined.

"That's great." I say, "So, an anchor needs to be someone who you think of - someone for whom you will abandon being that creature because you know you will hurt them, someone whose thoughts can help you shift back to your human side. It doesn't have to be a girlfriend, can be a parent, or a friend or whatever."

"So that's it? Find an anchor and you'll be fine?" He asks hopefully. I nod, "You should be. But it's not gonna be easy. Sometimes, you chase your anchor. Go towards them, because they're the only one who make you feel better. But you can harm them. Instead, you should go away from them."

"Okay, okay, wait-" He says, "So...how do I not kill someone on the next full moon?"

"You're gonna have to be tied up," I say matter-of-factly.

"TIED UP?" He yells, astonished.

"So that when you turn, you won't roam around rampant trying to kill someone." I say, "Look, Liam, it happens to everybody. You'll learn to control yourself, but it will take time."

"How much time?"

"Depends on how well you control yourself."

"What do you mean by controlling myself?" He asks thoughtfully, "Like..not going rabid?"

"Yep." I reply, liking the fact that he's finally getting it. "Controlling yourself means controlling how much you let the primal instinct inside you affect you. It means controlling how much your own anger, rage and animalistic character affects you. Basically, it means that you have to try your best to remain as calm as possible. And that can be done with the help of an anchor."

Liam falls silent. He's trying to register everything, to understand it all. I give him that time. He deserves it.

After a while, he says. "Thank you."

I smile, "For what?" Though I already know the answer.

"For explaining everything to me. And for...you know...dealing with my anger." He says uncomfortably. I lean forward and keep my hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's fine. You're new to all of this. I get it."

He nods and I ask, "So are you ready to go outside?" He nods again and we get up. But before we can leave, Liam keeps a hand on my elbow and says, "And thank you, once again, for being like my big sister."

Masterlist

[ksbbb]

The headcanon of Liam being a passenger princess is 💯 accurate. Theo drives everywhere and Liam picks the music. Corey and Mason in the back? Yes.

[tragically-but-finnally-yours]

my roman empire is theo raeken and liam dunbar 🫡

[beyourownanchor6]

rated: t | words: 4.3k | read on ao3

—just some more thiam bc the brainrot for them is real 🖤

summary:

Liam bit at his lower lip as he looked around, his fingers tapping anxiously at his side. Theo heard the betas heart skip a few beats, reminding him of his own unsteady heartrate.

“Are you ok?” Liam hesitantly asked.

Theo looked up at Liam’s words, concern written across the betas face. Theo was too freaked out to even come up with a smartass response, something about Liam always leaving him feeling more vulnerable.

He swallowed thickly before answering, his eyes wandering down to the ground where the bloody scalpel still laid. The spider had disappeared into thin air, but Theo could still feel it there, crawling beneath his skin and invading his space.

“Not really.”

—or—

What if instead of getting kidnapped after the spider incident, Liam finds Theo instead. They pine and pretend to hate each other.

tagging my thiam wife @honestlydarkprincess <3 if you wanna be tagged when i post thiam content, just lmk!

[clementinecalls]

Thinking abt how ‘what? I like history’ was so clearly a voiceover added during editing

[1-800-local-slut]

I so desperately need more liam smut 😫😫 literally searching the ends of the universe to find good liam content and i found your blog!

And idk if you write for Issac Lahey but if you feel up to it id love some Switch!Issac smut

Nasty Dog

Liam's never wanted something so bad, and things get a little nasty when you come over to watch a movie.

Liam Dunbar x Black! McCall! Reader

Warnings: smut, male masturbation, unprotected sex (guys please wear condoms) , Liam is a munch, Liam is pathetic over you like he literally drools at the sight of you

Note- Scott and the reader are cousins, so obviously you have a black parent. Black people can be any shade of black despite having a white parent! I'm always going to be a whore for any of Scott's friends being down bad for his sister, but I wanted to switch things up a little

Thank you for the request and I hope you like this enough to send another one <3

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Pathetic, Liam felt so pathetic. He felt his cheeks burning, not only from the shame but speed of which he was pumping his hand up and down his dick that also felt very hot.

He just met you. Not even an hour ago, it took 45 minutes and a game of Twister that he had to hide in the bathroom and attempt to make it fast. He had gotten lucky; Scott had gone to the airport to pick up your mom since you took the train in so he couldn't hear him pathetically humping his hand to the mental image he couldn't erase of you bending backwards with both feet firmly planted to put your left hand on red under Stiles's arm (who's heart sped up so fast when you jumped into his arms thrilled to see him again that Liam thought he was about to have a heart attack) and victoriously grin.

How else could you bend for Liam? It was close to the Supermoon, and lately Liam's anger was channeling into horniness. Your arrival literally could not have been at a worse time. His shirt shoved into his mouth; his abs flexed as his thumb rubbed over his sensitive tip and he bit back a loud growl.

Before the game of twister, they were all sitting around having some fruit punch and kid friendly drinks and you revealed you were a cheerleader for your school and Scott showed them this video of the two of you having an acrobatic little race across through your backyard last Summer. He was hard the minute he saw you in that swimsuit- holy shit the swimsuit.

His eyes squeezed shut as he recalled how you looked in that bikini in the video. Your tits bounced each time you came up right, your legs toned and entire body a darker brown than it is now due to the Summer Sun. His heart pounded through his chest, as he aimed into the toilet to save himself some decency. He was losing it. He was imagining you kissing him with those soft, plump lips. You, hugging him again but this time being completely naked. You, sitting on his dick and riding it like a rollercoaster. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit-

He came with a hardly contained growl, blood rushing through his ears as he felt like a bottle of champagne was just popped in his groin. In a good way. He, because he was ridiculously horny kept aggressively fucking his hand, whimpering from the overstimulation. He couldn't stop pumping himself until he went limp and felt the world start to revert to normal.

And after a very shameful washing of his hands, he checked his watch and saw he kept it to a very inconspicuous two minutes. His legs felt like jelly, and he willed his heart to slow down and rinsed cold water over his face praying the redness of his cheeks would fade fast enough. His legs felt like warm jelly, he bets you feel like warm jelly inside, and with shakey hands opened the door as he made his way back downstairs. It was probably his turn.

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Since becoming a werewolf, Liam had gained some animalistic tendencies. He found himself wanting to chase down squirrels who were unlucky enough to cross his path, scratched the back of his ears like his life depended on it, and the game of catch was far more thrilling now. Oh, and drooling. Whenever he gets excited now. According to Scott, this wasn't applicable to all werewolves because Scott has never had that problem.

But right now, Liam found himself excited at the fact that you two were locked in an intense make out session. Like a virgin Liam basically forgot how sex works for a second. You'd been here three weeks and each day was impossible for Liam.

And apparently, he'd done a number on you as well.

You whined on top of him, as you two parted for air and Liam wished you had just let him suffocate under the weight of your smooches. You pulled your shirt off and revealed your chest, and Liam didn't even try to stop himself. He tenderly placed both hands on the sides your boobs, running his thumbs over your covered nipples. His eyes went wide as he admired the delicate lacing on your bra, and he was starting to think that when you came over this was your plan all along. You let out a sensual moan, neck rolling and your body shuddered you let your eyes gently flutter shut.

Liam felt his mouth watering at the sight of you, you just looked so perfect. Part of him wanted to leave your bra on you. The color perfectly matching your skin and the dim lights of Liam's bedroom made you look like an angel, the TV on behind you two illuminating you with an angelic glow behind you. He felt shakey, his insides trembling.

What does he do next? It was like he'd never seen a girl before, the way he forgot what to do. Did he unhook your bra? Slide off your bottoms and then your underwear? Shit was he thinking too long?

Pressing a kiss to the top of one of your boobs, he felt how hot your skin was underneath his touch as he felt his legs twitch and his dick jump in his sweatpants. Speaking of; you slowly snaked your hand down his chest, and down his stomach. Fingers trailing over his happy trail before you slipped you hand into his boxers before you gently wrapped your hand around his cock.

His heart started jumping and he was so happy you couldn't hear the way his pace was picking up. He pressed kisses across your chest, sucking bruises into your chest passionately and with shakey hands he unlatched your bra. It was a cute sigh of relief as you felt your chest freed, eyes looking down at him with a look that Liam couldn't place but his suspicion was starting to feel right. You certainly had planned this.

He shook underneath you, as you planted kisses on his face and the two of you became an untangled mess of heavy breathing and rough kisses. Your nipples pressed against his chest, and he leaned backwards, hitting the headboard and the next time you two pulled apart it was his turn again. He pulled his shirt up and you helped him the rest of the way by basically ripping his shirt off him.

If he wanted to make out all night, he would continue his pattern of kissing you, but he'd be stupid to just make out with the topless girl sitting on top of him. Slowly, he started to prepare to do what he had too.

Liam enjoyed very much the strength of being a werewolf. It was helpful when it came to lifting you off of him and placing you down on the side of the bed. God, you were so perfect. Your pupils massive as you observed him with curiosity, while he got up and came around to the side, bending down to capture your lips in a kiss. Slowly, he worked his way down your body, and you were never slow on the uptake.

He slid down the biker shorts you wore that made your ass look like a pillow. He went down, his eyes pleased to see the matching underwear you wore. Totally planned it. Running his tongue over the lining of your underwear, he felt a surge of confidence and power when you shuddered, hands running through his hair like it was a life line.

His lips found your inner thighs, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over the inside of your thighs as he licked you once more. Then he planted a kiss against your cunt, feeling how wet you were through the thin fabric. Your shaking legs would've been great if he couldn't feel the fear radiating off your body. Popping his head up to look at you he tilted his head up and you let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Is something wrong?"

"No!"

It was cute how desperate you were to continue. You were horny, you were. But something else seemed wrong. He laid his head on one of your soft thighs and looked up at you with pleading eyes. He couldn't in good consciousness go on with how he could sense you feeling.

"No one's ever...eaten me out."

And Liam's brain was rewired immediately. How? From the moment he met you, he wanted you to sit on his face and crush his skull open with your legs. He had to keep the perversions at bay for long enough not to scare you away.

"It's okay." He assured you running his thumbs over the flesh of your legs.

Pressing a kiss to your hip, while he slowly slid your underwear down your legs and tossed them somewhere behind him.

"I'll take care of you. Promise."

With that boyish charm that girls found it basically impossible to resist. You nodded and gave you this smile that made your heart flutter. Slowly he pushed your legs open, eyes never leaving yours and then looked down at you.

You were perfect down there. Wet and shiny, it was calling to him like a cool spring in the middle of the desert. He ran his tongue over your opening, and you let out a soft 'oh' with your head rolled back and you gripped his hair tightly. From there he couldn't just stop.

He started slowly, basically making out with your pussy in a way that had you moaning out soft cries. Perfect, just perfect. His strong arms lifted your legs, placing them over his shoulders, while he sucked on your clit and your legs began to shake around him.

Liam was a dog, in more ways than one. His hips rolling into the mattress like it was you. You were letting out moans that spurred him on while he flicked his tongue over your clit and your back arched for him. He couldn't help but slide his tongue inside of you, and you jumped at the intrusion. How did anyone resist the urge to do this to you? To have you, basically the most perfect woman he's ever seen, unraveling under their tongue.

To have you gasping and sweating as he flicked his tongue over your clit with legs squeezing tighter by the moment. He wanted to taste you cumming on his face and he would do so or die trying. He pulled your entire hips into his face. You began grinding your hips, one hand pulling his hair and the other gripping his bed sheets.

Hips jumping while he slurped on you. The noises and sounds coming from the two of you were filthy, he couldn't live without hearing those noises again. He gave one particular thrust into the bed that had him on the verge of cumming in his pants. Your hips started jumping, voice getting louder and louder, and you began aggressively riding his head.

You came with a loud cry of his name. He gave your thighs a squeeze while you locked your legs around his head while using him to ride out your orgasm. What a great way to suffocate.

Your eyes were shut until you came back down to Earth while you unlocked your legs and flopped backwards onto the bed. Fighting the urge to give himself a pat on the back, Liam licked his lips savoring the taste of you on his lips. He was throbbing in his pants, like his dick was about to explode.

Never, in all the years of his life, has Liam wanted something so badly. He cupped your sweaty face and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. His hands over your head while you grabbed his wrist and melted into his touch.

Slowly, he slipped out of his sweatpants and out of his boxers. He was leaking from his tip and he mentally started trying to remember something- anything- to keep him from ending the show early. You looked him in the eyes, like you were saying 'hurry up please'. Liam wasn't one to disappoint .

Making space in between your legs, he kept his gaze locked with yours. All at once he went inside of you and it was better than he had imagined. Better than the past three weeks he spent stalking your Instagram while scrolling through your summer pictures and ignoring the growing possession he felt when he saw you posing with a male friend while he spat on his hand and jerked off until he saw stars. For a few rounds, when he was finding porn stars who looked like you or sounded like you. Until one night he was shooting blanks and passed out for about ten seconds covered in his own mess. The shame he felt when he woke up didn't even matter because it all led up to this.

You were warm and tight, and already soaking him in your juices. You both let out a disgusting moan as he tried to get his bearings. He slowly started moving, setting a passionate pace as he let himself roll his hips into you with no self-restraint. Liam's drooling issue almost shot him in the foot there, and he ducked his face in between your boobs as he let out a low groan. He felt you let go of his wrist, and pulling his face up from your chest.

You held eye contact with him, your eyes revealing just how badly you'd been wanting this. How badly you wanted to feel him twitching against you while he tried to keep himself from giving you a creampie. You kissed him, tongues roaming eachothers mouths and while picked up the pace. Your boobs jumped, underneath him while his abs pressed against the smooth skin of your stomach. He hit a spot, that had you break apart to let out a high-pitched moan.

Righttt there. That's where he needed to be. You stared into his eyes, biting one of your lips on instinct while trembling. He pushed himself up, to end this little body roll thing he had been doing into you. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, as if you couldn't stand to not be touching him and Liam felt his heart warm a little at how clingy you were to him.

He set a rougher pace, he needed to see your boobs moving up and down. He needed to see you unravel, to hear you plead for more. You began letting out high pitched moans, and your legs wrapped around his hips. He was hypnotized. The way you sounded, looked, felt, smelt, you were driving him crazy and didn't even know it. He slammed into you like it was his last day on Earth.

He kept going, the way you were basically begging him too with your eyes shut. You looked amazing. He couldn't help but to reach down and hold you softly by the neck and leaning down. Truthfully, he was about to explode, and he had to still his hips for a second. And he wanted another kiss. Eventually, he resumed his strong thrusts and pressed his thumb to your clit.

He was amazed when he looked down, looking at the way cream of liquid you left around the base of his cock. He began moving his thumb and for a moment you stopped breathing. It was like all the air got sucked out of your lungs as your voice climbed in volume. He was so thankful his mother and step-dad were out for the night because then he'd have to have a very uncomfortable conversation.

The headboard slammed into the wall. Liam was on a mission; he was hell bent. He needed to cum with you. And he was just about to get what he wanted. You let out small whimpers, whispering between gasps and moans that you were about to cum. He couldn't even force himself to stop for a second to delay his own orgasm, he felt it rushing through him like water. You gripped the hand he was holding your face with and jumped off the mattress as you squeezed him tightly while gushing around his base.

He came so hard his entire body tensed up. He did mean to pull-out, but his impulse control wasn't always the strongest. As he slowed his hips down, you two slowed your breathing. It was like he just ran a marathon and got a runners high. Perfect. That was perfect, you were perfect.

Slowly he pulled out of you, watching a stream of his cum leaking out of you. Damn, he was already ready for round two.

[akirasstories]

ok but everyone talks about how jenna geyer 100% loves theo and would adopt him in a heartbeat (which yes, canon, obviously) but can we please talk about DR. GEYER?? like david geyer is such an involved (step)dad to liam, you know he clocked theo immediately like hmm. who is this traumatized, grumpy stray puppy living in my guest room. i'm watching him. 👀

but plot twist: he ends up loving theo too. because theo and david?? are just VIBING

like theo watches crime and drama shows with jenna (shhh don't tell liam, theo pretends he's too cool for it), but in the kitchen?? he's with david. learning to cook. at first it's survival instinct ("not sure how long i'm allowed to stay, better learn, better not starve") but then he gets into it. he likes cooking. and david is patient and lowkey sarcastic and smart so they just hang out in this chill, comfortable way.

also. and i cannot stress this enough. DAVID GEYER IS A MUSIC NERD. like jazz, classic rock, weird indie deep cuts, maybe some vinyl collection hidden somewhere. so theo and david just... talk about music. they listen to albums. they argue about lyrics. and yeah liam shows theo music too (obviously) but theo absolutely tells him one day, totally deadpan:

"your dad has better taste than you."

and liam is like WHAT THE ACTUAL-

just... theo being soft and loved and a part of the dunbar-geyer family?? yes yes yes. he has people now. he belongs. and maybe he never says it out loud but he doesn't feel like he's waiting for it all to disappear anymore.

anyway i'm sobbing. thanks for coming to my ted talk. :))

[godjustkys]

╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist ❞

SUPERNATURAL ;

- Dean Winchester

perv dean . . .

hate sex with dean . . .

dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble pt2 . . .

jealous silly dean . . .

passionate car sex with a pathetic dean . . .

dadbod!dean winchester headcanons . . .

fucking dean dumb after a looong week . . .

male reader x dean drabble . . .

male reader x glasses!dean drabble . . .

even more hateful sex with dean . . .

dean’s a bit too big for you . . .

- Sam Winchester

dean winchester x male reader drabble . . .

dean thought you were dead . . .

sam being a total sub . . .

older reader x sam smut drabble . . .

sam with a biter bf . . .

fucking sam while he’s reading . . .

top sam winchester x male reader drabble . . .

- Castiel

cas really wants to please you . . .

male reader x castiel smut drabble . . .

male reader x clingy!castiel drabble . . .

- Andy Gallagher

- Robert Singer

- Crowley MacLeod

fucking crowley on his throne . . .

- TFW

smut headcanons . . .

tfw realize you’re their gay awakening . . .

- MSLNS

male reader x destiel drabble . . .

male reader x destiel smut . . .

HOUSE MD ;

- Gregory House

smut drabble (hj) . . .

frotting with house . . .

- Lisa Cuddy

male reader x lisa cuddy drabble . . .

- James Wilson

- Allison Cameron

- Robert Chase

denying the accusations whilst taking it up the ass (smut) . . .

soft sex with chase after a long day . . .

- Eric Foreman

THE WALKING DEAD ;

- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Michonne

- Negan Smith

- Daryl Dixon

gentle sex . . .

- Eugene Porter

- Rosita Espinosa

- Maggie Greene

- Glenn Rhee

- Carol Peletier

- Gabriel Stokes

- Dwight

- Simon

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ;

- Tony Stark

- Peter Parker

- Bruce Banners

- Thor Odinson

- Loki Laufeyson

- Steve Rogers

nsfw headcanons . . .

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova

- Stephen Strange

- Wanda Maximoff

- Clint Barton

- Bucky Barnes

bucky wants you. he wants you, bad . . .

- Sam Wilson

- Wade Wilson

- Peter Quill

- Nebula

- Eddie Brock

- Matt Murdock

- Frank Castle

male reader x frank castle drabble . . . (PLOT.)

- Franklin Nelson

TEEN WOLF ;

- Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski

sex with Stiles . . .

- Scott McCall

- Melissa McCall

- Derek Hale

- Allison Argent

- Lydia Martin

- Isaac Lahey

- Jackson Whittemore

- Peter Hale

- Malia Tate

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Christopher Argent

MERLIN ;

- Merlin

- Arthur Pendragon

- Morgana Pendragon

- Guinevere

- Lancelot

- Mordred

- Gwaine

- Percival

- Elyan

- Leon

STRANGER THINGS ;

- Mike Wheeler

- Nancy Wheeler

- Will Byers

- Jonathan Byers

- Joyce Byers

- Jim Hopper

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

- Lucas Sinclair

- Dustin Henderson

- Steve Harrington

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Maxine Mayfield

- Billy Hargrove

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

ALL; stranger things headcanons . . .

GAME OF THRONES ;

- Ned Stark

breeding the fuck outta the lord of winterfell . . .

- Catelyn Stark

- Robb Stark

- Jon Snow

- Theon Greyjoy

- Sansa Stark

- Arya Stark

- Tywin Lannister

- Jaime Lannister

- Cersei Lannister

- Tyrion Lannister

- Tommen Baratheon

- Joffrey Baratheon

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Sandor Clegane

- Margaery Tyrell

- Brienne of Tarth

- Jaqen H'ghar

F.R.I.E.N.D.S ;

- Rachel Greene

- Phoebe Buffay

- Monica Geller

- Ross Geller

- Chandler Bing

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

- Joey Tribbiani

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

HARRY POTTER ;

- Harry James Potter

- Hermione Granger

- Ron Weasley

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Luna Lovegood

- Neville Longbottom

- Severus Snape

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

FANTASTIC BEASTS ;

- Newt Scamander

- Jacob Kowalski

- Tina Goldstein

- Theseus Scamander

- Aurelius ‘Credence’ Dumbledore

- Albus Dumbledore

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE ;

- Jake Peralta

- Amy Santiago

- Rosa Diaz

- Ray Holt

IT ;

- Richie Tozier

- Eddie Kaspbrak

- Beverly Marsh

- Bill Denbrough

- Stanley Uris

- Ben Hanscom

- Mike Hanlon

DEAD POET'S SOCIETY ;

- Neil Perry

- Todd Anderson

- Charlie Dalton

- John Keating

SHAMELESS ;

- Fiona Gallagher

- Philip Gallagher

- Ian Gallagher

- Debbie Gallagher

- Carl Gallagher

- Liam Gallagher

- Mickey Milkovich

- Mandy Milkovich

SPIDER-MAN UNIVERSE ;

- Peter Parker (A. Garfield)

- Peter Parker (T. Maguire)

- Peter B. Parker

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

- Miguel O'Hara

- Hobie Brown

THE BOYS ;

- John ‘Homelander’ Gillman

- Benjamin ‘Soldier Boy’ Hargrove

- Annie ‘Starlight’ January

- William ‘Billy’ Butcher

- Hughie Campbell

- Serge ‘Frenchie’

© godjustkys ©

[blushingsastiel]

The comfort of Liam's bed is what draws Theo into the beta's room whenever he can. For some unknown reason (not that unknown but Theo would rather have a gun held to his head than admit to himself why he loves Liam's bed), Theo can fall asleep in seconds in this specific bed.

It doesn't matter what other bed. His own bed in the guest room of the Dunbar-Geyer is somehow not as comfy. Scott's bed where many other pack members (including Theo) sometimes finds themselves in, either taking a nap or wanting to escape a noisy McCall house (this pertains mostly to Theo) does provide comfort for Theo (because Scott is Theo's alpha now and he can admit that now), but it still doesn't make him fall asleep as fast as Liam's bed does.

It's just something about Liam's bed.

(It's actually more about Liam and not the actual bed, but Theo isn't going to admit that to himself or anyone else just yet.)

Liam has long ago told Theo he can crash in his bed whenever he wants for whatever reason he may have.

Usually it's Theo's nightmares that get him stumbling out of his room and into Liam's, hands shaking as he opens the bedroom door. The beta is pretty good at staying on one side of his bed, leaving a big enough space for the chimera to slot himself in (Liam's forced himself to do so because he wants Theo to not see there being no room and decide to leave and not seek comfort with him. He used to sleep like a starfish but not anymore.)

Other times, it's pure exhaustion that makes Theo's feet move towards Liam's room, completely bypassing even the thought of entering his own room. Sometimes, he does it without even realizing it until he opens the door and Liam's head snaps up to meet his eyes.

If it bothers Liam, Theo doesn't really know. Outwardly, Liam merely beckons the chimera further into his space. He lifts covers, calls out Theo's name, and grabs Theo's wrist if he's close enough to pull him into the soft surface.

Today, today has been a bad day for the chimera. He's had one college class, thankfully just the one, but he's had to work the rest of the day at Deaton's clinic, which completely drained him. Not only does he assist Deaton with the regular furry pets that walk into the clinic, but he's also been helping Deaton document everything he remembers from being with the Dread Doctors.

Remembering everything isn't the hard part. Theo can basically remember pretty much anything when he really puts his mind to it. The hard part is having to go back to the headspace of being with the Dread Doctors. Of the images flashing behind his eyes of medical instruments, other children screaming, and hands and shackles holding him down onto a cold table.

It drains him more mentally than he thought it would.

It feels like he's right back there, in the sewer tunnels. Somewhere where he only had a cot in a cage to sleep in. There was no pillow or blanket for him to use.

So, when he gets back to the Dunbar-Geyer house where Jenna and David are gone on their weekly date night, Theo almost collapses at the kitchen table. There's food covered by a paper towel for him, and Theo could possibly cry from the kind act that came from Liam. Underneath the covering is cubed chicken with rice and beans (that Jenna and David must have cooked because Liam cannot cook to save his life).

It's still slightly warm, not cold enough that Theo would have to pop it into the microwave. There's a fork to the side of it, and Theo picks it up delicately and dives into the delicious food.

It's something he needed that warms his tummy up right away. It tastes better than usual, but Theo chalks that up to being tired and exhausted.

When he's done with the food, Theo sets it into the sink, rinsing it quickly before heading up the stairs. He's been thinking about taking a shower for hours at this point, so when the water hits his back, he sighs outwardly.

The chimera tenses for a second before relaxing under the spray of water. The water feels amazing against his skin, but he doesn't stay in the shower for too long. More than anything, Theo wants to curl up underneath a blanket.

He's out of the bathroom as soon as he feels clean enough, but Theo doesn't head for his room.

Theo goes to Liam's bedroom instead.

The chimera pauses for a slight second, hand on the doorknob before he pushes the door open and slips as quietly as he can inside. As expected, Liam isn't asleep since it's too early in the night for that. Instead, the beta is sitting against the headboard with his phone in his hand, seemingly scrolling aimlessly on TikTok (Theo guesses because Liam is always on that damn app).

The beta flicks his gaze to Theo's when the chimera stands in the middle of the room for too long.

Liam raises one of his eyebrows at Theo. "Hurry and get your ass in bed already."

The way Liam says it makes Theo relax even more, and he smiles at the sentence and at Liam. So, with Liam's way of words, Theo falls into the bed on his stomach, the soft blanket Liam always keep on his bed rubbing against his cheek. Theo pillows his head into his arms and turns his head toward the direction Liam's in.

Both of them are quiet as the sounds of the different videos (Liam is on tiktok, scrolling through) filter through into the room. It provides background noise that Theo is thankful for. He doesn't want to be stuck in his head with pure silence, it would drown Theo even more than he already is.

But it isn't enough. Background noise isn't enough. Theo needs... Liam.

With that thought (LiamLiamLiamLiam), Theo shuffles closer to the beta. Instead of laying on his stomach in a straight line, Theo turns to his side and curls his legs up so that his knees are turned up to his chest. He feels Liam still completely for a few seconds before the beta turns off his phone. He doesn't let Theo worry that Liam is leaving the room because the beta turns on his TV and puts on a sitcom to replace the background noise that originally came from his phone. The TV volume is low but high enough for the dialogue to be heard.

Theo doesn't really understand what is happening, especially with his eyes still closed. So he doesn't see Liam move down the bed, making it so his head is against the pillow, but he does feel when Liam wrap an arm around his waist. The hand around his waist rests there for a little bit, as if Liam is testing to see if Theo will run out the room or remove his arm.

But, Theo doesn't. If anything, he feels himself melt. Liam must also feel it too.

That's when Liam uses the arm around his waist to pull him closer to Liam's chest. Theo is a bit lower on the bed, so his head is underneath Liam's chin and he uses this to his advantage. He presses his nose against Liam's neck, nosing along the skin.

Liam smells so good, he can't help it (even if he could stop, Theo doesn't want to. He doesn't know when he's been this comfortable before, wrapped up in Liam's arm).

It shouldn't come as a surprise, but it shocks Theo when he feels Liam press a kiss against his hair, lingering before pulling away. The arm around him tightens, securing him even more against Liam's chest.

The two of them fall asleep in each other's embrace soon after that. How could they not when Theo feels as complete as he's ever felt? How could they not when Liam feels himself settle the more time he has Theo in his arms?

[uhhhj13iguess]

thank you for saving me

liam dunbar x fem!reader

summary: liam lets his anger get the best of him and now you're hurt

wc: ~2.5k

liam’s anxiety and IED isn’t explored and talked about enough in either fanfics or the actual show, so i tried to do this sweet boy some justice. he’s just trying his best

set in season 4, but definitely not too canon, just self-indulgent lol

masterlist and taglist!

"why did we get sent to the school, aren't we here enough?" you kicked your feet, looking for any sign of kate, or the benefactor, or any clue to absolutely anything going on in your life right now. you'd been scott's beta for all of a few weeks, and all of your spare time had been spent trying not to die. being a werewolf was definitely cool, but you had no idea how exhausting it would be. you'd come to the school with liam, hoping to find something, anything that would give you insight into any one of the millions of things going on.

liam chuckled, walking alongside you. he knew how important it was to find something, but he couldn't take his focus off of you.

the entire ride over he stared at you, watching how the moonlight glistened on your skin as you ranted to him. your hands rested on the steering wheel as you spoke and he admired your hands, how soft they looked, how beautiful your nails were. he watched the lines on your face intensify the more passionate you got about whatever you were talking about — liam didn't know. he didn't care, frankly. anytime you spoke, he was entranced by your oh-so-pretty voice, words having no meaning other than the butterflies they were leaving in his stomach.

you looked at him in the passenger seat, a smirk forming to contrast the flush on your cheeks. he was caught, he knew it. but he couldn’t find himself to mind. he smiled at you, a blush matching on his own face.

he straightened his shoulders out, checking behind him as he passed the chemistry lab. "I don't know, but I hope we find something quick and can get out of here."

you didn't hear what he said.

his fingertips brushed against yours as you walked together and your mind wandered from the plan for the thousandth time that evening. every time liam mindlessly brushed against you, all sight of what you were doing was thrown out the window. your survival anxiety was replaced with limerence, yearning for the touches to linger longer. butterflies flooded your stomach as his hand did just that. in fact, your own heartbeat overtook your senses as you felt liam grab ahold of your hand. you looked up at him, blushing like a madman.

“you had no idea how long —” he shushed you quickly, stopping you dead in your tracks and tilting his head, listening. you tried to tune in to whatever he heard.

liam knew the sound of those footsteps anywhere. they haunted him, not just in his nightmares, but out on the field, in the classroom — wherever he went, they followed. taunting him.

he turned around to see the creature trudging towards them. he felt the hairs stand on the back of his neck and the blood drain from his face. seeing the berserker in front of him again felt worse than he could've imagined, and he froze as the beast made his way towards the two of you.

"liam, what do we do?"

silence.

"liam? should we fight? should we run?"

"liam?"

liam watched in a haze as kira used her katana against the berserker, his vision fading in and out. there was a lot of things he didn't know yet, but these things had to be the craziest he had found out about so far. he didn't know what to do. they were so strong, so fast, and the wounds he'd been given weren't healing. he watched as kira was tossed across the roof like she was nothing.

his breathing quickened.

what was he supposed to do? how did scott do this?

he groaned at the pain, trying to push himself up, only to be kicked back against the electrical panel. his vision blackened and his panic intensified.

seriously, what was he supposed to do? he wasn't strong enough. he couldn't possibly do this. he-

"liam, look out!"

he came to, hearing your voice and feeling you shove against him. he let out a grunt as you took place where he stood: directly where the berserker was aiming his bone-covered fist. you let out a scream as you flew backwards, hitting the ground so hard the tiles shattered beneath where you landed. you clenched your abdomen immediately, blood pooling out of the gashes caused by the sharp bone pointing out of the creature’s knuckle plate.

you choked on your own words, fighting to stay awake as pain coursed through your veins. "l-liam..."

liam's body flooded with rage in a split second. his claws came out and he roared, sprinting at the berserker without a second thought. he threw punches, hard and strong, making the beast before him stumble back. it held defense against liam as he grew more powerful, his anger in seeing you hurt feeding his strength, adrenaline surging through him.

unfortunately, it wasn't enough to keep the berserker down for long. the beast threw a punch, sending liam flying into the lockers with a power ten times that of the beta. with his imprint heavy in the metal, he lay on the ground, spitting blood and scrambling to crawl backwards as the berserker stomped towards him. liam made his way to you, covering you from the incoming a attack, and trying to hide you as far in the corner as he could. as quickly liam flinched away at the berserker breaking into a sprint towards him, he heard the creature stop. he looked up to see it retreating out the high school entrance.

he took a deep breath, looking down at you and assessing the wounds in your side. worry flooded his senses, seeing you barely conscious and feeling how much pain you were in as he grabbed where your arm was holding your stomach. panic bubbled in his throat, breathing beginning to hitch and stagger as he pulled up your shirt to see your wound.

he grimaced at the sight. it was deep, bloody, and most importantly: it wasn't healing.

"shit, (y/n). why did you do that? it shouldn’t have been you, i, fuck."

you groaned slightly, unable to keep your eyes open.

"i'm... i'm okay, l-liam." you slurred out.

"please just, keep your eyes open, (y/n), we're going to get you some help."

liam's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps; this time multiple, yet not as heavy. whoever it was, liam was filled with dread. he needed to get you out of here, and he couldn't do that while fighting off someone else. he began to scoop you in his arms, apologizing relentlessly as you whined, half-consciously whimpering at the pain from being moved. he got to his feet, whispering in your ear that you were okay, that he was taking you somewhere.

"liam!"

his eyes shot up at the sound of scotts voice. he let out a heavy breath at the sight of scott, stiles, and derek running towards you.

"guys, please, she's really hurt. it hurt her, and, and, i-i, i don't know shes not healing. please, help her." he whined.

immediately, derek grabbed you and headed out the way they came. he yelled back on his way out, "I'll meet you guys at deaton's!"

scott whipped his head around to liam after derek had left. "what the hell do you think you were doing?!"

liam stumbled backwards. "w-what?"

stiles crossed his arms. "listen, i know you think you're all tough-guy mr. bad werewolf now, but in case you don't remember how your first fight went, these guys don't lose. and they're fucking huge! are you just stupid or something?"

"i don't she pushed me out of the way and i —”

"liam, why did you attack it? why didn't you run? you guys could've gotten way more hurt than you did. stiles is right, that was stupid of you."

liam felt defeated. not only did he freeze and get you hurt, but he was stupid enough to keep you there in that position while he freaked out on that thing.

he was embarrassed. they were right, he shouldn't have attacked the berserker. he was disappointed in himself, disappointed in how rashly he acted, and how quickly he let his anger take over him. this isn't what scott would've done; this isn't what he should've done. he felt ashamed, his body language following suit to reflect that. scott picked up on the scent change immediately, and his face softened.

"hey, liam —”

"no, you guys are right. i shouldn't even be a part of this, I just explode and mess everything up. I'm sorry, I, I don't know I just saw her hurt and I stopped thinking, I just got so angry and acted like a monster and I —”

"liam!" scott placed his hands on his beta's shoulders, giving him a reassuring look. "you were scared. you reacted, trying to protect (y/n). you're still new to all of this, you're still learning. you're not stupid. I'm sorry we yelled at you."

"no i definitely think he was pretty stupid —"

"stiles!"

"what? tell me i'm wrong, look at those things. even peter runs at the sight of them." stiles scoffed.

scott scowled at his best friend. "go easy on him, dude. we weren't perfect at this either. we still aren't,"

he turned back towards liam. "go, go check in on her. derek took her to the clinic. I'm sure she'll want to see you when she comes to."

liam hesitantly nodded, muttering another apology as he started towards the doors of the school.

"liam!"

he turned back to face scott.

"this wasn't your fault. you kept her safe, don't beat yourself up."

liam opened the door to see derek wide-eyed staring down at him. he barely opened his mouth before he was pulled into the clinic, stumbling in derek’s grasp.

"good, you're just in time.”

light flooded liam's eyes as he entered the exam room, (y/n) laying on the table, still unconscious. his stomach turned and he felt overwhelmed with anxiety once again seeing you lay there, helpless. scott's words of assurance echoed in his head, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. like he could've prevented this.

"in time? for, for what?" liam shuffled to the table where deaton and derek stood.

deaton wore a concerned face — almost apologetic.

"we need you to help hold her down."

liam was puzzled. you were unconscious; why would we need to hold you down?

"i dont understand, what do you mean?"

deaton looked to derek, sorrow painted across his features. “she’s not healing, and she’s getting weaker. it was good you helped get her here as soon as you did.”

he let out a hum, looking at you on the table. derek took over.

“when someone isn't healing and you need to trigger the process, there's a pretty foolproof way to get it up and running again,"

he sighed as liam still wasn't catching on.

"it's... it's pain, liam."

he watched the beta's eyes widen. "pain? no i can't, that's, no please I can’t see her hurt anymore tonight. this is already all my fault, I can't be the cause of any more pain, please, isn't there something else you can do? i, i can't —"

"liam,"

he stopped rambling, meeting derek's eyes. he'd never seen him so... empathic.

"liam, i get it. i know what it's like to be angry." he sighed and looked away.

"i used it as my anchor for years. after watching someone I loved die because of me, I didn't know what to do. i didn't know how to handle anything. so I got angry. and it consumed me,"

he stepped closer towards the teenager. "i know what it's like to feel like a monster."

liam looked down at the ground. he didn't understand what derek was telling him, let alone why he was telling him. he started to shake his head, but he was cut off with a hand on his shoulder.

"you're not a monster, liam. that anger? it makes you powerful. i told that to scott the day I met you — that you were strong. there's no reason your anger can't be used as an advantage. but that's only if you know how to control it and bring it out when you need it,"

"don't let it define you like it did me."

liam made eye contact with him. he heard derek's heartbeat: it hadn't faltered once this whole time. he took a deep breath and nodded.

"okay. what do you need me to do?"

deaton smiled, quickly ushering the two to either side of you.

"liam, stand by her head and hold her shoulders. she'll need a comforting face when coming to. derek, hold her legs. this isn't going feel great."

liam gripped hard on your shoulders. "wait, what are you —"

deaton didn't waste any time grabbing your forearm and pushing down, hard. the sound of bone snapping cracked throughout the room, causing a similar sensation in liam's chest. his eyes widened at the realization of what was happening.

you shot up with a roar, eyes flashing gold as you screamed in pain. you snapped your arms out of the grasp of those around you, your free hand flying to the broken, immediately resetting it with another painful wail.

with the bone back in place, you took a deep breath, panting as you slowly leaned back down on the exam table. everyone gathered around you, watching with hope as you grew more and more with it.

you lifted your shirt as a tingling sensation flooded your abdomen, all of you watching as the gashes in your side slowly started to patch themselves up. liam let out sigh of relief, staggering back a few feet as solace washed over him. you were okay.

deaton gave you a reassuring smile, patting you on the knee. "good to have you back with us, (y/n). i think we'll let you guys be for a second, you're safe here."

he and derek left the room, quietly discussing their plan for the rest of the evening. liam let his head hang in his hands, wanting to cry at the feeling of relief in seeing you heal. you saw him from where you were laying on the table, slowly sitting up with a whine to face him. he grabbed your arms, helping stabilize you.

"(y/n) i'm so glad you're okay. i can't tell you how afraid i was seeing you hurt. i don't know what i'd do with myself if anything happened to you, I don't, I just —"

you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, hugging him as tightly as you could, not a thought in your mind on the pain shooting through your side. liam stood frozen, not sure what was happening. you let out a sob and held him tighter, causing him to instinctively wrap his arms around you.

"thank you for saving me, liam."

[ksbbb]

Theo carrying Liam out of the zoo? Such a casual but devoted way to say he’s in love. He saw Liam’s anger and knew he needed to get him out of there.

They’re each other’s anchors. He didn’t even hesitate on making sure Liam didn’t make decisions he would later regret.

So Theo took it upon himself to help Liam.

How many times did Theo knock Liam out?

Five times. ❤️

This is living rent free in my head.

[inlovewithalotoffandoms]

Unsuccessful Plan

Cisco Ramon x Teen!Daughter!Reader

Liam Dunbar x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend, Liam (secret), have been together for 5 months and have kept it from your dad. When Liam sneaks into your room as per usual, Cisco catches the two of you.

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Your Dad wouldn't let you go out anywhere. Only school or star labs. One day, a boy in your class named Liam Dunbar invited you to a party.

Since that night, you and Liam have been hanging out and making your relationship official as boyfriend and girlfriend at school. Everyone knew you were his, and he was yours. Even the parents knew about your relationship. All except your dad, Cisco Ramon.

Liam knocked/threw stones at your bedroom window, as usual, so you opened your window, and he climbed up, sitting on the edge of the window. Being careful not to be too loud since your dad is already home.

"Hey, get dressed. We're going to the movies," Liam whispered, grinning a little. You let out a soft sigh as you glanced at him.

"Liam, I can't. My dad will kill me!" You state.

"Y/N, come on, please? We haven't been able to go out, just the two of us, for the past month because of my werewolf stuff." Liam begs, giving you a look that says, 'I need you in my arms', as he continues,

" I wanna be with you. Please?"

"Liam," You sighed again, giving in as you whispered,

"Okay, but only because I miss cuddling with you."

Liam let out a light-hearted chuckle. "I figured as much."

You smiled at him."Turn around, and don't you even think about looking."

He grinned as he turned around so you could change without him eyeing you. Liam turned his head a little, smiling, as he saw the back of your bra. You could feel his eyes on you, so you spoke, "Liam!"

That made him stop looking, although he didn't choose his words carefully, "But you're hot, how can I not look at you?"

You rolled your eyes as you continued to get dressed into something comfy, especially since it was a cold night. You finished getting dressed and heard a knock on your bedroom door.

"Shhhiit!" Liam muttered under his breath.

"Hide!" You whispered to him, opening your wardrobe so he could hide there. Opening the door, you say awkwardly, "Hi, Dad, what's up? Nothing weird's going on here!"

"Liam, are you decent?" Cisco asked, to which a 'Yeah' was heard in response. Cisco crossed his arms.

"Get your ass out here!"

Liam walked out of the wardrobe and sat on your bed next to you.

"Dad, don't overreact." You say.

"I'm not gonna overreact." Cisco scoffed as he spoke in a slightly high-pitched tone because of him being so shocked.

"You, you, you are dating my daughter? A-and you, you, you are, he's your, oh God!" Cisco says, pointing from you to Liam, looking between the both of you. Cisco then continued,

"Do Team Flash know about this? Did everyone know about this but me?!"

"Yes." You answered sheepishly. Boy, were you and Liam never gonna hear the end of this.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Heartbeats

liam dunbar x reader

summary: heartbeats quicken every time stiles goes over a bump. scott is determined to find out why.

tags: mutual pining, crushes, nervousness, comfort (no hurt), some fluff, protective!scott

word count: 820

a/n: this is only the third time i'm writing for teen wolf, but the first for liam, so i'm nervous! go easy on me plz 🥹 (he's just so cute, i can't help but write a lil soft piece for him.)

Stiles takes a turn at a whopping forty miles an hour, making the whole Jeep rattle in discomfort. There’s a squeak somewhere, but all the occupants know better than to ask. Scott turns to the pair in the backseat, looking once again for the correlation between the rattling and the racing hearts he keeps picking up. 

“You guys good?” He asks, offering a thumbs up. 

Liam’s lip is slightly turned up with distaste at the question. You scrunch your nose. 

“Define good,” you challenge. 

Stiles is immediately offended. “She’s doing her best, guys. We’re almost there.”

He goes over another bump, causing another increase in heart rate, and earning another look from Scott. 

Both of you look nothing but annoyed, giving him no signs of why it could be happening. There’s a slightly sweet scent in the air, but it’s not sticking out as anything important. For all he knows, there’s a carnival nearby. Scott can’t do anything but stare and wait for another bump. He hopes his betas continue to look out their respective windows and don’t feel his eyes on them. 

“ETA?” He asks Stiles, hoping he can get in at least five more minutes of analysis. 

“Five forty two. About ten more minutes.”

Good.

He takes another wicked turn without warning. Everyone bounces in their seats, and if you weren’t buckled in, you would’ve fallen into Liam’s lap.

“Stiles!”

“Sorry!”

“Warning next time!”

“The GPS barely warns me, I don’t have time to warn you! Wear your seatbelt.”

“I am!”

“Well then hold on better!”

“Ugh!” You send Liam an apologetic look. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” 

Scott watches from the rearview mirror. Liam’s heart jumped at the sudden turn, and rose again slightly at your apology. Yours, on the other hand, is still beating out of your chest since the turn. He cocks his head. 

“Left!” Stiles yells while making the turn. At least he tried this time. 

“Shit,” you mutter, grabbing the handle on the ceiling. Your knee still hits Liam’s, though, making both your hearts sputter. 

Scott turns quickly, realization hitting him. His leather jacket scrapes the seat, causing a disruptive sound that catches both of your attentions. 

“What?”

He only stares, ignoring your question. 

“Another left!”

The cycle repeats. Your knees touch and your hearts race. That’s the correlation. 

Every time you and Liam touch, you both get nervous. 

That explains the smell in the air. 

“What?” You repeat. 

For a while, Scott’s theorized you’d fall for each other. You’re the same age and both full of a charisma that he adores. You mess with each other all the time, but also find comfort in one another. Liam’s taken it upon himself to guide and protect you whenever Scott’s not there. He’s also been helping you control your turns. 

But as cute as it is… he’s not sure how he feels about his betas being together like that. He suddenly feels like a mom getting overprotective of his kids when they start taking an interest in dating. His nose twitches. 

“Right!”

This time, Liam falls into you and stutters out the quickest apology he can muster. Your cheeks heat up as you assure him it’s okay, then you both let your eyes drop to the ground. 

“Tunnel!”

Blackness overtakes you as the Jeep barrels into an unexpected tunnel. Stiles’ driving is already questionable, and suddenly so much more so in the complete darkness.

“Oh god,” you mutter, fear wafting off you. 

Unbeknownst to Scott, Liam takes your hand for reassurance. He holds it tightly and whispers you’ll be okay. Scott can sense the comfort easing your mind, taking over your fear. When out of the tunnel, he checks his rearview to see your hands clasped, and can’t help but smile. Your shoulders are touching, and Liam draws a shape on your palm that makes you giggle. Scott’s seen him do it before, when you need a distraction from turning, but he didn’t expect to see it now. Before he can ask if you’re okay, Stiles hits something in the road and the Jeep shakes again.

“Sorry! Big rock!”

Liam quickly makes another shape, returning the smile to your face. The smell of fear is heavily outweighed by the sugary sweet smell of lovesickness. And while your hearts remain racing, no discomfort weighs on either of you. Scott studies for a moment longer, but relaxes at the absence of any claws. 

“You guys good?”

“We’re fine,” you reply, tone slightly cheery. 

“Okay, just making sure.” He tries to play it off like he hadn’t seen anything, but ironically, it seems the two of you haven’t seen him watching at all. 

“We’re here,” Stiles announces, slamming on the breaks. The car and all its occupants lurch forward, and Scott smiles this time, knowing why the two hearts in the backseat are going so quickly. Some of it is Stiles’ driving, but definitely not all.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

[bigenergy777]

Get A Clue~Liam Dunbar

Warring- Cussing, Unprotected sex

"Liam, I don't see the maps! I thought you said you hid them!" You scoffed.

"I did! I know I'm new to this whole Werewolf Pack thing, okay, but I know what I'm doing!" He scoffed back.

"Oh, really, then where is it?” You stared at him while he searched vigorously through the books and papers on the table. His body looked so fit. His expression was concentrated.

 You’ve always had a crush on Liam, ever since he joined the pack. You imagined romantic and dirty thoughts about Liam as you stared.

 You pictured Liam standing there, staring at you with his beautiful blue eyes. Getting lost in his sparkling blue orbs Then you realized you weren't daydreaming, and Liam was actually staring at you.

 "Did you find them?" He asked with a hint of amusement and annoyance.

 "Wh-no. I didn't."

 "Well, if you actually looked, then you probably would have by now," Liam said, turning back to search.

 He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. You watched his every move, checking him out from head to toe. "You know what? I'll look!" He decided. He moved behind you and stopped.

 He stared into your eyes for a minute.You could feel your heart beating quickly, not knowing what to do. You know he could hear the beat of your heart just pumping like crazy.Even you could hear your own breathing without werewolf hearing.

 Liam slowly moved his left hand onto your waist, then snaked it down to your bottom. You could feel his hand grab your butt and his right hand move on your back. He slightly pushed you closer, making you lean in.

In a second, you could feel his soft lips on yours. You moved in sync. His tongue swiping against your bottom lip, and you happily accepted. You made out for quite a while.

Finally, he picked you up and set you down on the table. Slipping your shirt off kissing your neck. You throw your head back, moaning.

 Your fingers run through his soft hair. Liam left kisses down your chest, unclipping your bra, staring at your chest.

 You're gorgeous." He smiled at you. You kissed him, ripping off his shirt. Finally, you both had gotten undressed. You got off the table and got on your knees. You positioned your mouth at the height of Liam’s length.

 You stopped and looked at him. He nodded for you to continue. You took his dick in all the way.

 "Y/N," he breathed.

 His breathing was heavy, and he let out some small moans, pulling your hair back out of your face so you’re able to do it better. You felt him twitch, letting you know that he was ready to cum. You stopped immediately.

 He looked at you, confused. You gave him a smirk. Liam grabbed your upper arm and forced you to back up.

 "You're going to pay for that," he whispered huskily in your ear.

 Chills went down your spine. Your stomach churned. You loved that he wanted to take full control now. You let him turn you around so that you were against the table and your butt was at his waist level.

 You felt some pain as he slammed into you. The pain didn't last long. Pleasure takes over almost instantly.

"Liam!" You moaned.

"Shh!" He told you.

 He covered your mouth with his hands to make sure you wouldn't let out any uncontrollable and loud moans. You tried hard not to shout or make any loud noises so nobody would come in.

 Liam was banging on you like no one else. You wanted to scream so badly. This pleasure was almost too difficult to handle.

 “Liam, I’m so close. Please don’t stop,” you begged.

 He turned and placed you on the table, putting your legs on his shoulders and thrusting into you harder. You put your hand over your mouth this time.

 Your breathing was outrageous and heavy. Surprisingly, the pain was so good you began to cry.

 Liam's breath was making it worse, turning you on even more. You were very close to cumming, and you could feel him getting there, too.

 "Fuck, I'm close! Uh," he moaned quietly.

 A few more hard thrusts, and you two were all over each other. You let out a breath of relief so that you could finally relax. Liam gave you a few more kisses down your body before getting dressed.

 You got dressed fast because, at any minute, someone could come down there.

 Just then, you hear someone put a key in the keyhole. Your head snaps in the direction of the door. Your eyes widen in shock. You looked at Liam, and you both exchanged scared looks.

 "Hurry!" he says.

 "What about the maps?" You say back.

 Liam takes out some old-looking papers from under a book.

"Oh look. I found them," he smirked.

#teen wolf #teen wolf smut #liam dunbar #liam dunabr imagine #liam dunbar smut #liam Dunbar teen #teen wolf imagine

[soulofapatrick]

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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[justabigassnerd]

The Right Guy

Pairing - Isaac Lahey x Dunbar!reader

Word count - 17.6K

Warnings - canon Teen Wolf violence, manipulation, jealousy, angst central, injuries, blood, fluff, Theo in his villain era

Summary - believing Isaac's heart to still belong to Allison Argent, you begin to distance yourself from him and the pack, finding comfort in Theo Raeken instead, infuriating Isaac who can tell Theo isn't one to be trusted (while battling his intense jealousy because he knows he's the one for you)

A/N - wow y'all it's my first Teen Wolf ficccccc! I genuinely had so much fun writing this one, especially since Isaac is one of my favourite characters from the whole show. I am debating a second part based in the events of season 6A (maybe 6B too, but I'm not sure yet), but that entirely depends on how y'all feel about this :). as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

You never could’ve predicted how much your life was going to change when you transferred to Beacon Hills High School after your brother, Liam, was kicked from Devenford Prep after an incident that led your family to his diagnosis of Intermittent Explosive Disorder. Within a few days of joining the school, you and your brother were bitten by Scott McCall, an Alpha werewolf who had turned the two of you into werewolves with said bite.

In the time you’d spent with the pack, you’d developed a crush on Isaac Lahey, the only other Beta werewolf within the pack who wasn’t you or Liam. He was soft, kind, and gentle, but had the ability to fight back viciously when he needed to in order to protect his pack or his Alpha.

After almost a year of learning to be a werewolf and keep control on full moons or when your emotions got too much, you were on the brink of starting your senior year, bringing about the stress of college and life.

“How much longer until Scott and Stiles get here?” you ask after checking your phone for what feels like the millionth time as Isaac shrugs.

“They said they wouldn’t be much longer,” Isaac comments, glancing over your shoulder to see the time displayed across your phone screen, the close proximity never failing to make your cheeks heat up. You knew both Scott and Stiles had volunteered to keep an eye on Liam after his last full-moon incident until the time you’d all agreed to meet up for senior scribe.

“If they’re late after all the demanding Stiles did, I swear,” you joke, laughing along with Isaac, who shakes his head.

“They’ll be here,” Isaac assures as your phone buzzes in your hand, lighting up with a text.

“Stiles is on his way. Scott’s gone to get Kira,” you relay to Isaac, who nods.

“See, I told you they wouldn’t be long,” Isaac responds as the two of you glance around as the heavens open and rain begins to pour, both of you silently grateful you’d already taken shelter under a roof. The two of you patiently wait, being joined by Malia and Lydia as you wait, seniors begin to rush past through the rain to get to the library, everyone excitedly chatting to each other about what’s about to happen.

“I’m here!” Stiles calls out, rushing over to you all.

“Everything okay? Is Liam okay?” you ask, your focus instantly on Stiles as he nods.

“He’s good,” Stiles replies.

“He didn’t lose control or anything?” you continue to ask.

“Nope,” Stiles responds, clearly trying to move on from the conversation and focus on what you’re actually at the school for, and you take the hint.

“Should we head in?” Isaac asks, gesturing with his head towards the library.

“I’m gonna wait for Scott, you guys go ahead though,” Stiles says with a dismissive wave, making you all nod as you turn to head into the library with Lydia and Isaac while Malia stays behind with Stiles. The three of you mingle in the library, chatting with each other and other classmates, eagerly anticipating the years-long tradition you are about to partake in.

Before you could all get prepared to join the line, Stiles came running up to the three of you, panic written all across his face.

“Scott’s in danger.”

The five of you, plus Liam, who had run all the way from the hospital to inform you of the danger Scott could be in, run out into the rain with you, Isaac, Liam, and Malia sniffing at the air, hoping to catch a scent.

“Anything?” Lydia asks, looking around desperately.

“The rain’s too heavy. I can’t catch a scent,” you say apologetically, everyone suddenly tensing up when they hear a roar coming from across the campus before rushing off in the direction of the roar, filled with the urge to protect your Alpha.

When you make it to where Scott and Kira are, you bare your fangs, you, Isaac, Malia, and Liam snarling at the large werewolf with blue glowing claws that dug into Scott. You longed to step in, to protect your Alpha with everything you had, but the moment you saw Scott begin to fight back, you knew you didn’t need to. You watched as Scott fought back, sending the mysterious werewolf running off with his tail between his legs.

And that’s when you met Theo Raeken for the first time.

All eyes were on the mysterious newcomer who had supposedly gotten there before you and the rest of the pack to help Scott. You watched as Scott studied him carefully before muttering a quiet.

“Theo? Theo Raeken?” Scott asked, shocked at the arrival of someone he hadn’t seen since the fourth grade.

“Who?” The question slips past your lips without even thinking, grunting slightly when Lydia’s elbow suddenly digs into your side.

“You moved away. What are you doing back here?” Stiles asks, immediately suspicious of Theo’s sudden return.

“I heard rumours that there was a True Alpha in Beacon Hills and I had to come and find him,” Theo says with a smile, glancing at Scott as everyone’s eyebrows furrow.

“You’re a werewolf? Since when?” Stiles asks, his question falling short as no one pays him any attention, too focused on Theo.

“We can worry about this all tomorrow, right? We’re here for a reason,” Lydia says, exasperated by the questioning that was happening.

“You’re right,” Malia agrees with a nod, already turning on her heels and heading in the direction of the library.

“Okay, fine, we’ll pick this up later,” Scott says with a slightly apologetic look towards Theo, who simply shrugs with a friendly smile. You all make your way to the library, thankful that the rain is beginning to ease off slightly. As everyone heads into the library, you quickly catch Liam by the shoulders, turning him away from the library as he groans.

“What are you doing that’s such a big secret?” he questions, making you roll your eyes at his question. Ever since he’d found out that you and the others were going to the school in the middle of the night for something, he wouldn’t stop pestering you about it, begging to be told what it was you were doing.

“Just wait until you’re a senior. Then you’ll find out,” you grin, reaching out to ruffle at Liam’s hair, laughing as he swats your hand away with a glare. With one last joking smile, you head into the library, leaving Theo and Liam to their own devices.

The library was bursting with excited chatter, groups of friends huddled together as they talked about their futures and the importance of tonight. You stuck with the pack, joining the line of excited seniors.

“Have you thought of any colleges yet?” Isaac asks casually, leaning against one of the shelves as you wait for the line to move, his eyebrow quirking as you purse your lips, thinking carefully.

“Nothing solid yet. I’m still worried about leaving Liam behind,” you admit quietly, only allowing your gaze to meet Isaac’s for a brief second before looking back down to the floor.

“You know Liam will be okay, right? You’re allowed to want to do things for yourself,” Isaac says, his voice softening as he straightens up, watching you carefully.

“I’d just feel guilty leaving him behind. What if he needs me?” you ask, worst-case scenarios whirling their way around your head, gleefully dragging you into overthinking.

“Then he can call you. Liam’s a tough kid, he can handle himself, you know?” Isaac says as you nod slightly.

“I know it’s just… I always promised myself I’d be there for him if he needed me. I feel like I’m abandoning him,” you mumble, your gaze dropping to the floor in embarrassment.

“You’re not abandoning him. We’re growing up, and that means moving away to do new things. Liam will understand, and you’ll still be there if he needs you,” Isaac says softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and squeezing softly.

“I know,” you mutter, relaxing at Isaac’s gentle touch, thankful for the comfort he was providing you with without even being aware of it.

“I can’t imagine it would be easy for you. We all know how much you care about Liam. But you deserve to live your life for you and not anyone else,” Isaac says, his voice never wavering in softness as he talks. After losing his brother, Isaac had regrets about not spending time with him as much as he should’ve, but he knew that with how much you loved and cared for Liam, Liam would never feel like he wasted a second spending time with you.

“You’re right,” you admit quietly, both you and Isaac smiling shyly at each other.

“I usually am,” Isaac jokes, releasing his grip on your shoulder as you roll your eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully, unaware of your friends watching with raised eyebrows.

“Scott, you have been telling Isaac to make a move, right?” Stiles whispers into his best friend’s ear.

“I’ve tried. He’s pretty insistent that she doesn’t like him like that,” Scott replies quietly, making Stiles scoff quietly.

“Is he talking to her with his eyes closed or something? She’s head over heels for him,” Stiles says, gesturing towards you and Isaac as you chatted, both of you smiling widely.

“Trust me, she’s just as oblivious. I’ve tried telling her Isaac likes her, but she just won’t see it,” Lydia shrugs, remembering the times she’d tried talking to you about it.

“I’m gonna lock them in a room together until they figure it out,” Stiles mutters, quickly regretting his words when Scott whirls around to glare at him.

“No, you’re not. y/n would kill you because if Isaac had a panic attack and hurt himself, she’d never let it go,” Scott says firmly, remembering how Isaac had reacted when he and Allison had been locked in a room by Ethan and Aiden. Since then, Isaac had opened up a little bit more about his past with his dad and how his claustrophobia often resulted in panic attacks when he felt trapped.

“Okay, then what else can we do?” Stiles shrugs, glancing at everyone.

“Maybe just let them figure it out for themselves?” Malia suggests with a shrug, turning around as the line starts to move.

The line continues to move steadily, your group of friends inching closer and closer to the front. When your friends reached the shelf, Stiles was handed the marker, and you all watched as he scribbled his initials onto the library shelf alongside all the other initials of your classmates. The marker is then passed to Lydia, then Malia, and then Scot,t who wrote down two sets of initials before handing the marker to Isaac.

As you watched Isaac approach the shelf, you noticed how he stiffened at the sight of the extra initials Scott wrote. You heard his heartbeat pounding as his hand hovered over the shelf, his gaze fixed on the ‘A.A.’ It was at that moment that you realised that you could never compare to Allison. Whoever Allison was, she had stolen the hearts of both Scott and Isaac, and there was no way you’d ever be able to compare to her in Isaac’s eyes, and you knew it. You always knew having a crush on a friend was risky for your heart. To get attached to someone and to love them wholly while knowing they most likely never saw you as anything more than a friend. But this felt worse. To know that someone had been so loved by Isaac before that no one could possibly replace her in his heart.

“y/n? It’s your turn.” You shake yourself from your thoughts, noticing Isaac holding the marker out towards you expectantly, all eyes on you.

“Sorry,” you apologise, taking the marker and approaching the shelf. Without thinking, you hastily scribbled your initials on the shelf and handed the marker to the person behind you before crossing to your friends.

“Are you okay?” Scott asks, noticing your increased heartbeat.

“Yeah, fine. I just need some air,” you say quickly, turning away from the pack as you feel tears burning in your eyes. You knew Scott, Malia, and Isaac would be able to pick up your heartbeat pounding, but you weren’t in the mood to be grilled for answers. Instead, you rush out of the library, almost running straight into Theo and Liam, who were waiting just outside.

“y/n? I thought you guys were going to be in there longer?” Liam asks innocently as he and Theo watch you.

“What are you guys still doing out here?” You try dodging the question, laughing nervously.

“I need a ride home,” Liam says with a shrug.

“I just thought I’d hang out and get to know my new classmates,” Theo responds, folding his arms across his chest with a smile.

“Shit, of course, I’ll take you home now Liam. I’m not feeling up to staying here much longer,” you say, plastering a smile on your face as you usher Liam in the direction of your car.

“But I wanted to find out what you guys were doing,” Liam grumbles.

“You’ll find out when you’re a senior, buddy,” you say, trying not to let irritation slip into your tone as you continue to guide him towards the car, Theo hot on your heels.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t catch your name. Is everything okay?” Theo asks, approaching as Liam gets in your car, making you turn to face him.

“Hi, sorry, I’m y/n, and I’m fine,” you say dismissively, moving to turn towards your car again before Theo gently takes your arm, turning you to face him.

“Look, forgive me for using my werewolf abilities, but you reek of sadness right now. I just want to make sure everything’s okay. I mean it’s still a full moon, we don't need anyone running off with a thirst for human blood,” Theo jokes, smiling slightly when you let out a light scoff.

“I appreciate the concern. But I’ll be okay,” you say softly.

“Here, give me your phone. I’ll give you my number, and if you need someone to talk to, I’ll be there,” Theo says, releasing his soft grip on your shoulder and holding his hand out.

“That’s very forward, mister.” You find yourself joking, pulling your phone out of your pocket and handing it to Theo, patiently waiting as he inputs his number before handing it back to you with a smile.

“Don’t be afraid to text me if you want to talk. Deal?” Theo says as you take the phone from his hand.

“Deal,” you agree, bidding Theo goodbye before climbing into the car, where Liam was sitting with his headphones in.

“You’re done flirting then?” Liam’s quiet voice made your eyes widen as you turned to look at him.

“We were not flirting,” you splutter, turning the key in the ignition as Liam nods, clearly unconvinced.

“That’s why he gave you his phone number, huh?” Liam muses as you pull out of your parking spot.

“He was just being friendly,” you insist, focusing on the road in front of you.

“A bit too friendly if you ask me,” Liam mutters, his gaze fixed on the scenery passing by.

“He’s come back to Beacon Hills after a long time, it’ll do him some good to have some friends,” you explain further, trying to justify what happened.

“I heard what you guys were talking about. Theo’s right, you’re really sad. Is everything okay?” Liam asks, glancing over at you.

“I’m fine, buddy. You don’t need to worry about me,” you say assuringly, not wanting Liam to worry about your silly unrequited crush.

“You always say I can talk to you about anything. You know you can always talk to me, too, right?” Liam says softly. You could hear the worry in his tone and smell the anxiety surrounding him, making you sigh lightly.

“I know I can. But part of my job is to protect you and-”

“I’m not five years old anymore. I’m a werewolf now. You don’t need to protect me from anything,” Liam insists.

“I know. I know. I’ve just been so used to the idea of keeping you protected from my shit. I just never wanted you to have to worry about me,” you say softly, tightening your grip on the wheel slightly.

“I always worry about you,” Liam says softly, making you briefly glance over at him before focusing back on the road.

“I didn’t know you felt like that,” you mutter, your heart panging in sorrow.

“I mean, you’ve been looking out for me my whole life. You demanded that Scott turn you into a werewolf when you found out what happened to me. You’ve been protecting me and helping me without complaint. You do so much for me and the rest of the pack, and you expect nothing back. You always listen to my problems. You deserve to have someone to listen to yours,” Liam says, a firm yet gentle tone to his voice.

“Just don’t fall in love, Liam. It can hurt,” you mutter.

“Did someone reject you? Who?” Liam demands, looking over at you as you shake your head weakly with a smile.

“No, no one rejected me. It was just a silly crush. I never should’ve even hoped they liked me back,” you shrug, finally pulling into the driveway of your house and climbing out of the car with Liam mirroring your actions.

“But did you talk to them? Do you know for sure?” Liam questions as you approach the front door.

“I don’t need to talk to them. Sometimes you can just tell, and that’s okay. Some things just aren’t meant to be,” you shrug, unlocking the front door and letting Liam in before entering behind him.

“Well, it’s their loss. You’re one of the best people I know. They’re just too blind to see a good thing even when it’s right in front of them,” Liam says, kicking his shoes off at the door.

“You have to say that, you’re my brother,” you laugh, taking your shoes off and placing them on the shoe rack.

“I don’t have to say anything. I’m saying it because it’s true,” Liam says, smiling over you as you soften.

“How did you turn out so sweet?” you ask gently, moving to bring him into a hug.

“I guess I had a few good influences,” Liam jokes, making you laugh as you release him from the embrace.

“You should head to bed. It’s your first day of being a sophomore tomorrow,” you say, nudging Liam in the direction of his bedroom.

“You should do the same. It’s your first day of senior year,” Liam states, looking pointedly at you as you roll your eyes.

“Alright, smart-ass. I’ll see you in the morning,” you bid Liam goodnight before making your way to your room. You get ready for bed and climb into bed, staring up at the dark ceiling, trying to find a way to fall asleep. Every time you tried closing your eyes, you were reminded of the way that Isaac had inspected Allison’s initials, forcing your eyes open again so you didn’t have to relive the moment. After half an hour of failed attempts to fall asleep, you reach over for your phone, unlock it and find the newest contact that has been added.

‘Hey Theo, it’s y/n. I think I might take you up on that offer to talk.’

By the next day, you felt more confident going to school for your senior year. After you watched Liam meet up with Mason and head into the building, you glanced around the parking lot, catching a glimpse of Scott, Stiles, and Isaac climbing out of Stiles’ Jeep before beelining straight into the building, colliding with someone who quickly catches and steadies you.

“Whoa, careful.” You look up to lock eyes with Theo, who grins, with no malice in his eyes, as he releases the grip you don’t even realise he is still holding onto your shoulders.

“Sorry, Theo. I wasn’t paying attention,” you apologise as Theo shakes his head with a soft laugh, waving a hand dismissively.

“No harm done. You doing okay?” Theo asks, making you shrug.

“Just distracted, I guess,” you reply, both you and Theo making your way through the hallway to get to your lockers.

“Is this what we were talking about last night?” Theo asks softly.

“Yeah. It’s like I can’t stop thinking about it,” you admit quietly. You’d confessed to Theo the bare minimum about your situation, not disclosing the identity of your crush and what it was that prompted you to realise that they didn’t have any feelings for you. But Theo had been patient with you, listening carefully and offering advice where he could.

“Maybe all you need is a distraction?” Theo offers, both of you grabbing your books from your lockers.

“What would you suggest then?” you reply with a light laugh, slamming your locker door closed mere seconds before Theo places a piece of paper on top of the books you had in your hands with a grin.

“I’m gonna need a hand finding all these classes. Fancy being my tour guide?”

As you and Theo chatted, leaning up against the lockers, Scott, Stiles, and Isaac entered the building. When Isaac spotted you with Theo, his eyes narrowed.

“Why is y/n speaking to Theo?” He couldn’t help the question from slipping past his lips the moment he noticed what was happening.

“Maybe she’s just being friendly,” Scott shrugs, already moving to get to his locker while Stiles and Isaac stay put.

“I don’t trust him,” Isaac mutters, already wondering what Theo’s ulterior motive could be.

“I think that’s the first time we’ve agreed on anything,” Stiles muses, glancing over at Isaac as the two share a slight nod of understanding.

“I’ll take it,” Isaac mutters, following Scott to their lockers while keeping a careful eye on Theo’s proximity to you.

Throughout the day, Isaac carefully monitors you, noticing how you barely speak to anyone from the pack and spend the majority of your time with Theo. You only spoke to him or one of the others if they initiated a conversation with you, but even then, you kept it brief, clearly wishing to be left alone. While Isaac was opting to keep his cards close to his chest and figure out Theo’s motives before anything happened, Stiles was much more willing to lay his cards out on the table for the pack to see, and so summoned you all to the library to show off the information he had found.

“You think Theo’s lying because the signatures are different?” Scott questions, looking at the two forms signed by Theo’s dad that lay before him.

“I know he’s lying,” Stiles insists.

“Stiles, come on, no one’s signatures are going to be the exact same every time. If you asked someone to write their signature a bunch of times on a piece of paper, it wouldn’t look the same each time,” you argue, not seeing Stiles’ point.

“I’m telling you there’s something going on with him, and I’m going to get to the bottom of it,” Stiles insists as you roll your eyes, pushing your chair back and standing up.

“And on that note, I’m leaving. Good luck with all that, Stiles,” you say, gathering up your books and leaving the library, ignoring the calls of your friends as they beg for you to stay.

As you head out of the library, you walk down the hallway, finding Theo leaning against his locker, grinning as you approach.

“Where did you sneak off to?” he teases, pushing himself off the locker and joining you as you walk down the hallway.

“Library,” you shrug, smiling slightly as Theo bumps your shoulder lightly.

“You a secret bookworm or something?” Theo teases, chuckling as you shake your head.

“I wish, my grades would definitely benefit from that. I was just meeting with the others,” you say with a soft laugh. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to lie to Theo, so you figured you’d tell him the truth, but not the whole truth.

“Fair enough,” Theo grins as you continue to walk together, only separating when you make it to your classrooms.

By the end of the school day, you found yourself searching for Theo in the sea of students trying to make their way home for the day. It didn’t take you long to locate him, grinning as you approached.

“You waiting for me or something?” you tease, shoving your books into your bag at your locker as Theo quirks an eyebrow.

“My locker is right here too, you know,” he retorts, knocking on the door to his locker lightly with his knuckles.

“But maybe I stuck around to see you, too,” Theo then adds with a smile as you close your locker, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“Are you trying to soften me up or something, Theo?” you joke, the two of you then making your way out of the school building. It doesn’t take long for Liam to track you down, bounding up alongside you with a smile and Mason at his side.

“Hey, Liam, you ready to go home?” you ask, glancing between your brother and his friend.

“Yeah,” Liam says with a nod, bidding Mason goodbye and heading in the direction of your car as you mingle behind with Theo.

“I’ll see you around. If you need me, text me,” Theo says with a smile as you nod slightly with a shy smile of your own before turning and heading to your car, where Liam was waiting impatiently, jiggling the door handle as if it would unlock the door by itself.

“Can you not potentially damage my car?” you scold jokingly, unlocking your car so Liam can get in.

“Am I going to have to wait for you to flirt with Theo every time I want to go home now?” Liam grumbles, shoving his bag on the back seat before settling into the passenger seat while you get behind the wheel.

“You could always take the bus or catch a ride home with Mason. No one’s forcing you to get in my car,” you say, glancing at Liam out of the corner of your eye as he rolls his eyes, unintimidated by your joking threat.

“You’d never make me take the bus,” Liam says, calling your bluff almost instantly.

“True, but I’m not above making you Mason’s problem instead,” you joke as Liam scoffs lightly.

“Maybe, but I know you love me,” Liam says, glancing over at you with a grin.

“Unfortunately, I do,” you tease, laughing as you pull out of your parking spot.

“And you know that Mom and Dad would kill you if you left me behind,” Liam then adds with a chuckle.

“That too,” you confirm, smiling as you focus on the road. 

The journey back to your house was uneventful, and once you made it home, Liam disappeared into his room to do his homework, and you went to your room with the intention to do the same. Only you ended up spending most of the time texting Theo, seeking comfort in how he listened and offered advice. You’d barely known Theo for the best part of a day, yet you felt like you’d known him forever. You had no idea if it was something that came with being a werewolf and the desire to find a pack, or if it was just Theo’s alluring charm, but you felt yourself wanting to be around him more.

You talked with Theo until he told you he was about to head out somewhere, and he’d have no service. Taking that as your cue to actually make a start on your homework As you work diligently on your assignments, you hear the front door open and shut, making you sit up slightly when you don’t hear the jangling of house keys, signalling to you that someone had left the house instead of coming home. Knowing Liam was the only other person in the house, you instantly beelined for Liam’s room, knocking on the door and furrowing your eyebrows when you got no response. You opened the door enough to stick your head in, quickly realising that Liam had left the house, making you pull your phone out of your pocket and text him.

‘Where did you disappear off to?’

“Guys, she just texted me, she knows I’m gone,” Liam says, leaning forward from the backseat of Stiles’ Jeep, holding the phone in front of him so Isaac and Stiles could see the text.

“I mean, she is a werewolf too. She definitely heard you leaving. Just lie to her, man,” Stiles says, returning his focus to the road.

“And say what? If I can’t tell her you guys have dragged me out of the house to go and stalk Theo, then what am I supposed to say?” Liam questions wildly, panic preventing him from having a rational thought. In response, Isaac takes Liam’s phone, types out a response, and hits send before waiting for your response.

“There, she thinks you’re at Mason’s, now text him and tell him to cover for you,” Isaac says, handing the phone back to Liam when he sees your response. Nodding quickly, Liam types out a message to Mason, begging him to cover for him if you contacted him.

“The sooner we find out what this guy is hiding the sooner we can get y/n away from him,” Isaac mutters, settling back even further in the seat, folding his arms across his chest and closing his eyes, willing for time to go faster so he can figure out what it was that was going on with Theo so he could get you away from him.

‘I went to Mason’s, I’ll be back later.’

“Could’ve said bye,” you mutter with a soft laugh as you close your phone, returning to your room to finish your homework. You went about your evening, oblivious to your brother’s activities with Stiles and Isaac. You were unaware of them tracking down Theo, trying to catch him in the act of doing something treacherous, but instead found him paying tribute to his sister.

Defeated by the lack of evidence and after being caught by both Scott and Theo, the trio called it a night and headed home, both Stiles and Isaac particularly dejected at the failure of their plan.

‘Has your brother got a tendency to trail along with your friends to follow people?’

Theo’s text made you furrow your eyebrows, your eyes scanning the question over and over again, trying to make sense of Theo’s question.

‘Are you sure it was Liam? He said he was with his friend Mason.’

You hit send on the text, chewing your fingernail as you pace your room, hoping Theo was just joking.

‘Pretty sure it’s the same kid I saw at the end of the school day with you. I can’t think of any other sophomores that would hang out with seniors.’

You bit your lip harshly when Theo’s response came through. Just as your thumbs readied themselves to send another text to Theo, you heard the front door open and close, making you jump out of your skin before you realised that Liam was home. Knowing this was a perfect opportunity to find out what happened, you headed downstairs, greeting Liam from the stairs.

“Hey, how was Mason’s?” you ask with a smile, leaning against the bannister as Liam stops in place, his heart rate instantly picking up, something you couldn’t have missed even if you tried.

“It was good. We just played some video games,” Liam shrugs, clearly trying to get you off his back, his heartbeat so loud it was almost like it was being drilled straight into your brain. Part of you wanted to drill him further, to find cracks in his lies and get the truth out of him. But the other part of you was betrayed enough by his lie that you couldn’t be bothered to try questioning him further.

“I was going to order some pizza, you want in?” you ask, keeping your smile on your face, waving your phone in the air.

“Yeah, okay,” Liam stammers, clearly caught off guard by you dropping the subject.

You tried to spend the rest of the evening acting as normal as possible around Liam. You had dinner, cleaned up and managed to hold a civil conversation with him the whole time. By the time you got ready and collapsed into bed, you couldn’t help but stare at the ceiling, squeezing your eyes shut when tears threatened to build.

“Damn it, Liam,” you mutter tearily to yourself. You couldn’t believe that Liam lied to you. You weren’t naive; you knew he’d probably lied to you hundreds of times prior to the two of you becoming werewolves. But the two of you had always been close, and Liam had never lied to you about where he’d been and what he’d been doing, especially when he knew you could tell when he did lie. You just couldn’t make sense of it. You couldn’t understand why Liam would’ve lied to you, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the gaping hole in your gut as your thoughts consumed you, sending you spiralling even as you fell asleep, continuing to plague you into your dreams.

The next morning, you dragged yourself out of bed and got ready, not feeling up to going to school at all but knowing you needed to. Once you were ready, you went downstairs and made yourself breakfast, waiting for Liam to join you. Despite the conflicted emotions you were feeling, you knew you couldn’t abandon Liam to make his own way to school, so you forced yourself to wait, texting Theo as you waited to pass the time.

When you and Liam were both ready, you climbed into your car and drove to school. The drive was awkward, both of you knew that Liam had lied to you last night, and neither wanted to approach the subject with a ten-foot pole. Once you made it to school, you got out of your car, quickly locking eyes with Theo as he offered you a friendly wave.

“I’ll see you around, Liam,” you say haphazardly, throwing your bag over your shoulder and heading over to Theo.

“Hey, are you okay?” Theo asks the moment you reach him, clearly picking up on your conflicting emotions.

“Just confused about last night,” you shrug, heading into the school building with Theo by your side.

“We can talk about it at lunch if you want?” Theo offers softly, lightly bumping your shoulder in an attempt to cheer you up.

“Only if you’re okay with listening to my problems,” you say with a small smile.

“It’s fine. You need someone to talk to, and I’m happy to be that guy,” Theo says, slinging an arm around your shoulder with a grin as you both make your way to your homeroom.

When lunchtime came around, you met up with Theo, both of you grabbing some food before finding a quiet place to sit down where you wouldn’t be bothered.

“So, talk to me about yesterday,” Theo says, instantly digging into his food.

“I just don’t know what to think. You told me one thing and Liam told me another,” you shrug, poking at the food on your plate with your fork.

“I’ll tell you what happened, and you can listen to my heartbeat the whole time. I went out to the woods to bring some flowers to where my sister died. I haven’t been able to do it for a few years, so I figured I owed her. While I was there, I heard your friends, Stiles and… Isaac, is it? Clearly, they brought Liam along too. I asked what they were all doing, and Stiles was pretty open in confessing that he thinks I’m suspicious. I’m pretty sure Isaac thinks the same, but he’s not the kind of guy to say that to your face. I mean, I get it, I show up out of the blue after years, wanting to join Scott’s pack, but I would’ve appreciated them coming and talking to me instead of following me into the woods. Those two made their stances pretty clear, but Liam? He’s the mystery. I can’t figure him out yet. But he’s definitely tougher than he looks.” You listen carefully to Theo’s heartbeat, unable to pick out a single increase in speed. His heart beat as steady as a drum the whole time.

“I just don’t get it,” you mumble, still trying to make sense of everything in your head.

“Does Liam not lie to you often?” Theo asks, his voice soft.

“Not since we became werewolves. He knows that I know about him lying last night. I don’t know why he’d lie to me,” you say, lifting your drink to your lips and taking a sip.

“Sometimes people lie to protect people they care about,” Theo shrugs, his gaze never leaving you.

“But what was he trying to protect me from? He knows I get on with you. I trust you.”

“Maybe it’s because Liam knew Stiles and Isaac didn’t trust me, and he wanted to protect you from that?” Theo suggests, briefly glancing over your shoulder, fighting back a smirk when he locks eyes with Isaac, who was glaring at him from across the cafeteria, clearly hearing what was being said between you.

“He doesn’t need to protect me from anything. I’m his big sister, it's my job to protect him,” you argue, glancing down at your plate and missing how Theo twitched slightly, feeling a pang in his heart as he thinks of his own sister, wondering if she had ever thought the same about him. Not that he’d blame her if she didn’t after what he did.

“I mean, he’s a sophomore now. He’s gonna become more independent and you can’t hover over him forever, especially with college around the corner,” Theo says with a shrug as you slump slightly, your fork hovering over your food as you digest his words, frowning as the reality sets in. He was right. You knew that you wanted to go to college, to go out into the world and begin your life. If you wanted to do that, then you had to accept that you’d be leaving Liam behind, too. You knew it came with growing up, that you and your family would grow up, and you and your brother would start lives of your own. Liam needed to have time to figure out who he was and where he fit in the world. You’d spent so much of your life looking out for Liam and worrying about him that you’d forgotten that you could live life for yourself.

“Just for the record, I hate when people are right,” you mutter, smiling as Theo lets out a breathy laugh, helping to ease the tension.

“Hey, how about we hang out after school today?” Theo offers, smiling at you. At first, you went to interject, ready to say that Liam had lacrosse practice, so you had to stay to take him home before you stopped yourself, instead nodding at his question.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Cool, I’ll catch a ride with you after school then?” Theo says, grinning as he looks at you. The moment your gaze slipped away, he once again looked over your shoulder, cocking an eyebrow when he notices that Isaac had not stopped staring at the two of you. You and Theo continue to talk until your gaze drifts down to your phone, seeing the time, which makes your eyes widen.

“Shit, I just remembered I was supposed to meet with the guidance counsellor. I’ll see you later,” you say apologetically, grabbing your tray and leaving the cafeteria, clearly in a rush. Taking advantage of your absence, Isaac gets up from his seat, crossing to Theo and sitting down opposite him, where you had been sitting previously, a set look on his face.

“Can I help you?” Theo asks, turning his attention to his food, uninterested in Isaac before the conversation had even started.

“Yeah, you can. Stay away from y/n,” Isaac says lowly, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward, attempting to intimidate Theo.

“I’m just being friendly. I don’t know why you’re acting like I’d hurt her,” Theo says, glancing up at Isaac with a look that only served to irritate him further.

“I don’t know what your plan is here, but it’s going to get y/n hurt if you don’t leave her alone,” Isaac says, fighting the building growl in his throat. At first, Theo stays silent, studying Isaac’s expression carefully before leaning back, a smirk drifting across his face.

“You like her, don’t you?” Theo asks, putting the pieces together in his head as Isaac scowls.

“She’s my friend,” Isaac says, his glare hardening. Despite Isaac’s words, Theo was unconvinced, picking up on the skip in Isaac’s heartbeat, something that gave away his true feelings.

“You can lie to yourself, lover boy, but you can’t lie to a werewolf,” Theo says, tilting his head slightly as Isaac clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to leap across the table and strangle Theo.

“If you hurt her, I’ll rip your throat out,” Isaac growls, his warning not having the intended effect as Theo chuckles.

“Look, man, I don’t know what to tell you. We’re just hanging out. She needed someone to talk to, so I stepped up. I’m not the one following people into the woods when they’re trying to pay respects to their dead sister. How did Scott feel about that one by the way?” Theo queries, resting his arms on the table with a raised eyebrow. Sensing that Isaac was struggling to come up with anything, Theo shrugged.

“You can hate me all you want. I’m just here to find a pack. You’re gonna have to get used to me,” Theo says, turning his attention back to his food, finished with the conversation as Isaac gets up from his seat, crossing back to the others with a scowl on his face.

After your meeting with the guidance counsellor, you made your way to your next class, still trying to wrap your head around everything you had discussed. College was the next big step for you. You needed to get your grades up and decide where you was you wanted to go for college, so as you entered your next class, you were ready to work your ass off to get the grades you need to get into a good college.

By the end of the day, you were ready to head home and spend time with Theo, desperate to spend time enjoying being a teenager instead of worrying about what supernatural threat might come and attack you next.

“Hey, Liam, I’m heading home early today, so you need to catch a ride home with someone else tonight,” you say, catching Liam in the hallway.

“What? Why?” Liam asks, stopping in his tracks as he looks at you.

“I’m hanging out with Theo tonight. I’m sure Mason can give you a lift,” you say, nodding over at Mason, who grins.

“Yeah, I can drop you home,” Mason says, clapping Liam on the shoulder.

“You always stay for practice, though,” Liam mumbles, his head dipping slightly.

“Come on, Liam, you don’t want your sister hanging around you all the time, right? You’ve got your friends, your lacrosse team, you can handle things without me,” you say, clapping him on the shoulder as he shrugs.

“Okay,” Liam mutters grumpily, turning and walking off with Mason in tow. You couldn’t help but feel guilty as you watched Liam walking away. You didn’t like having to ditch Liam, but you knew you needed to have time for yourself, something that had been in short supply since you became a werewolf.

“You ready to go?” Theo asks as he appears alongside you. Just before you can turn to face Theo, you catch a glimpse of Isaac and quickly turn your back to him.

“Yeah, let’s get out of here,” you say quickly, ushering Theo out of the building as he raises an eyebrow at your switch in demeanour.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, following you as you beeline to your car.

“Yeah, fine, just saw someone I didn’t want to talk to,” you mutter, pulling your keys out of your pocket and rushing to unlock your car. As you focus on your keys, Theo spares a glance over his shoulder, smiling to himself when he sees Isaac exiting the building with Stiles, both of them clearly looking for you. He could smell their anxiety and stress from a mile away.

“Let’s go.” Your voice pulls Theo’s attention back to you as he nods, climbing into the passenger seat as you get behind the wheel. As you drive out of the parking lot, Theo clears his throat awkwardly, glancing over at you.

“Okay, I don’t want to make assumptions or anything, but… is Isaac the guy you like?” Theo’s question was quiet, no sound of judgment in his tone, but you couldn’t help but clench the steering wheel tighter in response, your heart pounding out of your chest.

“Am I that obvious?” you ask, embarrassed.

“Not to most people, I just saw him in the hallway when you were rushing us out of there. It would also explain why you’re avoiding him,” Theo shrugs, keeping his voice soft.

“I just know he doesn’t like me like that. I need to move on somehow, but it just feels so hard,” you admit, sparing a quick glance over at Theo before returning your focus to the road.

“He’s the idiot who can’t see a good thing when it’s right in front of him,” Theo says, making you laugh under your breath.

“I’m nothing special, Theo. I’m no different to anyone else,” you say with a roll of the eyes.

“You’re a werewolf, for starters, which makes you different to a lot of people. You should give yourself more credit; you’re awesome. I can see that after only a couple of days,” Theo says softly, leaning back against the seat, his gaze focused on you as you drive. Unused to hearing any sort of compliment come from someone outside of your family, you fall silent, feeling your cheeks heat up as you fight to keep your focus on the road.

When you finally make it back to your house, you lead Theo into the building, giving him a brief tour as he takes in every inch of your home.

“Are your parents not home?” Theo muses as you enter your room.

“They work long hours, they’re usually home super late or early morning. We’ve got the whole house to ourselves until Liam gets home from practice,” you shrug, perching on the end of your bed as Theo mimics your actions.

“That gives us some privacy to hang out, especially without another werewolf’s prying ears,” Theo jokes with a laugh, making you roll your eyes.

“Trust me, even if Liam were here, he’d never think my life was interesting enough to pry,” you retort, raising an eyebrow at the mere thought of Liam wanting to pry into your private life.

“I’m kinda glad he’s not here,” Theo mutters, making you glance at him, confused.

“You’re glad Liam isn’t here? I thought you wanted to make friends with the whole-” you’re cut off by Theo suddenly pressing his lips to yours, taking you aback for a brief moment before you came to your senses enough to reciprocate the kiss.

“Wow,” you mutter quietly as you pull away, unable to wipe the grin off your face.

“I told you, you just needed a distraction. If Isaac wants to miss out on someone like you, then it’s his loss,” Theo says, his eyes fixed on yours.

“You’re calling yourself a distraction?” you question with a laugh as Theo scoffs lightly, shaking his head.

“I walked into that one, didn’t I? Well, I was hoping I’d be a bit more than a distraction,” Theo replies, shifting closer and placing his hands on your middle, pulling you even closer.

“You’re certainly confident,” you tease, your lips just inches away from Theo’s as you both laugh.

“Should I not be?” Theo asks, his voice low as he moves just close enough for your lips to brush up against each other, sending a shiver down your spine as his lips connect with yours once more.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you admit with a laugh as you pull away.

“Just cute? Not jaw-droppingly handsome?” Theo asks, quirking his eyebrow as you roll your eyes.

“Do you want to add ‘has a massive ego’ to that list too?”

“If it gets me another kiss.”

Theo pulls you impossibly closer, his lips grazing yours once more as you giggle, placing your hands on his chest and putting some distance between the two of you.

“Slow your roll there. Let’s take it easy, maybe watch a movie or something?” you suggest, watching as Theo nods.

“Okay,” he says, getting to his feet and tugging you up with him, both of you grinning as you head downstairs. You grab snacks while Theo picks a movie. Once you’re all ready, you curl up on the couch, Theo instantly tugging you into his side as the opening credits of the movie play.

The two of you watched the movie cuddled up together, sharing comments and laughing at unrealistic moments of the film. Just as the film was nearing its conclusion, you heard the door open, and you glanced over as Liam appeared in the doorway, stopping and furrowing his eyebrows when he saw the scene in front of him.

“Is practice over already?” you question, glancing down at your phone to look at the time.

“I wouldn’t be home if it wasn’t,” Liam mutters through gritted teeth, folding his arms across his chest as you sit up, shocked by his sudden attitude.

“I should head out, my parents are probably wondering where I am. I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n,” Theo says, sensing the tension between the two of you and getting up, but not without pressing a quick kiss to your lips. As Theo walked past Liam, the two brushing shoulders, he smiled, only to be greeted by Liam’s vicious scowl.

“Liam…” you warn lowly as Theo exits the house, Liam suddenly rounding on you when the door closes.

“You ditched me at practice to kiss some guy you met like two days ago?” Liam asks, making you clench your jaw, frustrated with Liam’s attitude.

“Liam, seriously? Firstly, I didn’t ditch you, I told you before practice so you could find someone else to take you home. Secondly, yes, okay, I just met Theo, but he gets me, and I can talk to him about anything,” you argue, turning the tv off and beginning to clean up after yourself as Liam trails behind you, following you into the kitchen.

“You can talk to me about anything, remember? You don’t need to protect me from anything,” Liam says, reminding you of the conversation you had two nights prior.

“I thought you liked Theo,” you mutter, swiftly changing the now awkward subject.

“I liked him when he wasn’t kissing my sister.” You hear Liam mutter, making you glare over at him.

“Liam, he’s not doing anything wrong,” you scold, frustrated with the way Liam was acting. Before Liam could respond, you finished shoving everything away and stormed off, not wanting to continue the argument, instead choosing to hide away in your room.

The next morning, you made your way downstairs, shocked to find Liam in the kitchen. Usually, you were the one up and ready first, but judging by the set look on his face, you could tell he didn’t want to talk to you.

“Mason’s picking me up today,” Liam says gruffly, barely glancing your way as you halt, glancing over your shoulder at him.

“If that’s what you want,” you say with a shrug, returning your attention to your breakfast. When you finish eating, you tidy up, moving to grab your bag as Liam’s phone buzzes.

“Bye,” Liam says quickly, rushing past you as you stand dumbfounded.

“Is the air chillier in here, or is it just me?” You turn around, startled at the sound of your stepfather’s voice, seeing him leaning against the doorway with a smile.

“Everything’s fine,” you say quickly, scrambling to pick up your bags as you hear a soft chuckle from behind you.

“Do you want to try sounding more convincing?” You’re asked as you sling your bag on your shoulder.

“Dad, it’s okay, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“It’s not like you and Liam to act so cold with each other. You’ve been close as anything since the day I met you both.”

“Seriously, you don’t need to worry about us. I need to get to school anyway,” you say, scrambling for an excuse to leave the house while your stepfather regards you quietly.

“Have a good day at school, kid.”

“I’ll see you later, Dad,” you call over your shoulder as you exit your house, letting out a slight sigh of relief after freeing yourself from the awkward situation before making your way to your car, mentally preparing yourself for school.

When you arrived at school, you met up with Theo and Scott, ignoring the not-so-subtle glances from Stiles and Isaac. Even if some of your friends weren’t keen on Theo’s presence, it meant a lot that Scott was willing to have an open mind about Theo despite his closest friends insisting otherwise.

Unbeknownst to you, while you, Theo, and Scott were making your way down the hallway, talking and laughing as you went, Liam sidled up alongside Isaac and Stiles.

“I think Theo and y/n are dating now,” Liam mutters, glancing at the older boys as they gawp, glancing at each other before focusing on Liam.

“Wha- what do you mean?” Stiles questions, turning to look at Liam, fighting the urge to shake him by the shoulders when Liam remains quiet for a moment, gritting his teeth as his gaze flicks to the floor.

“When I got home from practice last night, I saw them kiss,” Liam says, glancing over at Isaac when he hears Isaac’s heart rate pick up and a low growl form in his throat.

“Are you doing okay there, buddy? You’re looking a little… tense,” Stiles says, noticing how Isaac’s posture had shifted, like every muscle in his body had been tightened.

“I’ll be okay once Theo’s gone,” Isaac growls lowly, his eyes fixed on you and the others talking, and how Theo had unashamedly wound his arm around your middle, tucking you into his side as you all laughed.

“And as much as I love the ‘let’s get rid of Theo’ train. You can’t start a fight in school. That’s a surefire way to get yourself in trouble and probably make y/n hate you, which I’m guessing is not your end goal here,” Stiles says, placing a hand on Isaac’s shoulder, regretting his action slightly when Isaac glared over at him.

“You’re right,” Isaac mutters, shrugging Stiles’ hand off his shoulder as Stiles gawps slightly, looking over at Liam.

“Did you hear that? He said I was right,” Stiles says proudly, his laugh falling short when he sees the unimpressed glances from Isaac and Liam.

“Hey, Liam, do you think you could try to keep an eye on Theo for us? If he’s at your place, just listen in or do what you can to see if there’s anything off about him,” Isaac requests, turning to address Liam, who nods quickly, keen to help out despite the nagging feeling that he was potentially betraying you and Scott who both trusted Theo wholeheartedly.

A few weeks down the line, any hope of a normal senior year had gone completely out the window. You had been forced to confront what you quickly learnt were chimaeras, people that had been killed and turned into a mix of different supernatural creatures by a trio of scientists that called themselves the Dread Doctors. You had no idea who they were and why they were so desperate to experiment on people in such a way, but you did know that you had to stop them, whatever their plan was. You worked with the pack and Theo, and you could tell that even despite being forced to work together, Isaac and Stiles refused to give Theo the benefit of the doubt.

Despite the looming threat of the Dread Doctors and their chimaeras, you still had to go to school as usual when you could, carefully keeping an eye on your fellow classmates, looking for anyone who was acting out of the ordinary. As you entered your English class, ready for another class on intensely watching everyone else’s moves, you made your way to the nearest table to sit down.

As you sat at a table in your class, you smiled as Theo entered the room, gesturing him over and just as he reached your table, Isaac barged his way in, forcing his way into the seat Theo was about to claim.

“Isaac, what the hell?” you question, your eyes widening as he pulls out his books, ignoring Theo, who just rolled his eyes and walked away.

“The seat was free,” Isaac shrugs, unbothered.

“Theo was clearly coming to sit here,” you point out, glancing over your shoulder at Theo, who was now sitting at the back of the room, shooting you a slight shrug.

“I’ve not been able to hang out with one of my best friends in forever, and I’m the bad guy here?” Isaac asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks over at you.

“I’ve been helping out with the pack, I’ve not gone anywhere,” you argue with a glare.

“Okay, I’ve not been able to talk to you alone for a while, and I missed you,” Isaac then says, clearly attempting to appeal to your softer side.

“We could’ve had this conversation outside of class. I know it’s because you don’t trust Theo,” you mutter, opening your notebook and trying to focus as the teacher begins the class. To your relief, Isaac stayed silent for most of the class, only talking to you when the teacher requested you to talk to the person sitting next to you, but the moment class was over, and he realised Theo was staying behind to talk to the teacher, he trailed after you.

“I don’t think you should be dating Theo,” he says quickly, following you through the hallway as you step out of the building.

“You don’t get to do this, Isaac,” you say lowly, your grip tightening on your bag strap as you stop in place, frustrated by the constant hounding.

“I’m not trying to do-”

“The one time I finally have something good going for me and you want to step in and ruin it?” you say, running a hand through your hair, exasperated at Isaac’s words.

“I’m not trying to ruin anything. I just don’t think you should trust him,” Isaac tries, attempting to step closer to you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly when you step back, a far cry from the times you had cherished his presence.

“He’s not done anything to make anyone consider him untrustworthy. I don’t get why you won’t trust him,” you say, confused as to why Isaac was acting like this.

“Because I know what it’s like to have someone manipulate you. To use love as a cover for when they do bad things. Ever since Theo showed up, bad things have happened, and I don’t want you to go through what my dad put me through,” Isaac says in a brief moment of vulnerability, something you’d only seen a sparse few times since meeting Isaac.

“Isaac… Theo’s not like that. I’m sorry that your dad put you through that, but… Theo wouldn’t do that. He’s not done anything bad towards me, I swear,” you say, trying to get Isaac to understand that you trusted Theo wholeheartedly, wanting him to at least give him a chance.

“He’s not the right guy for you, y/n,” Isaac says, making you roll your eyes, irritated at Isaac’s recently constant desire to insert himself into your life. Before, you might’ve found his insistence to be around you endearing. Now that you were finally happy with someone, you were beyond pissed off that he was trying to take it away from you.

“Oh, and I suppose you know who the right guy for me is, then, huh?” you argue back, glaring up at Isaac, the two of you locked in a standoff.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” Theo’s voice broke the apparent staring contest between you and Isaac, making you look over at him.

“No, you’re fine. I was just looking for you anyway. I’ll see you around, Isaac,” you say quickly, crossing to Theo and smiling as Theo’s arm winds around your middle, tucking you close against him as the two of you walk away, leaving Isaac alone.

After that, tensions were high between you and Isaac, and you began to make an effort to avoid him as much as possible until the pack needed to come together.

And then your brother went missing.

The Dread Doctors had taken Liam and a chimaera called Hayden, and you felt like you were going insane with worry. The argument that had hovered over you and your brother was suddenly non-existent; you were just terrified for your brother’s well-being. You were snapping at everyone when you couldn’t find any hints to your brother’s whereabouts, and you were running yourself ragged looking for them. Despite Theo’s reassurances that you’d find them, you couldn’t find it in yourself to believe anything until you saw them safe.

‘Come to Scott’s house, I’ve got a surprise for you.’

The text you received from Theo while on the outskirts of the woods at first sent a wave of frustration over you, making you think he was making light of a situation that was beyond terrifying for you. But after taking a breath and reading the text again, you realised that Theo wouldn’t have sent a text like that if he hadn’t had a good reason, so you headed back to your car and drove to Scott’s house. The moment you enter the house and peek in the living room, you catch sight of your brother and Hayden sitting on the couch, and tears spring to your eyes.

“Liam,” you whisper, relief washing over you as Liam gets up from the couch. The moment he reaches you, you grab him in an embrace, holding him close. You knew the slight argument between the two of you was unresolved, and it still hung in the air, but you wanted to ignore it for the moment, desperate to reassure yourself that your brother was okay.

“Are you guys okay?” you question, holding Liam at arm's length to check him over before glancing over at Hayden, who was still on the couch.

“We’re fine,” Liam says, nodding as he pulls away from your grip slightly before crossing back to the couch, wrapping an arm around Hayden, holding her close and pressing a kiss to the top of her head as you watch quietly. You were surprised to see the way they interacted, especially knowing what went down between them in the sixth grade, but you did want your brother to be happy. Finally tearing your glance away from the two, you locked eyes with Theo, quickly striding over to him and capturing his lips with yours in a kiss.

“Thank you for finding them,” you say after pulling away, winding your arms around Theo’s neck.

“No need to thank me,” Theo replies softly, his hands settling on your waist. You keep an eye on Liam and Hayden while Theo calls Scott, letting him know that Liam has been found, and while you wait for the others to arrive, Liam and Hayden end up dozing off on the couch, curled up in each other’s arms. You move to cover them with a blanket, regarding them softly before moving to sit with Theo, the two of you embracing as you watch over the two, waiting for Scott to get back.

You had naively hoped that with Theo saving Liam and Hayden, it would’ve earned him some trust within the pack, but Stiles and Isaac remained steadfast in their lack of trust. Even Liam was hesitant to trust Theo fully. It was clear that Theo saving them had at least gained a little bit of Liam’s respect, but he still opted to keep a distance, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was Stiles and Isaac who had convinced him that Theo was untrustworthy. That thought hurt your heart slightly, wondering if Liam didn’t value or trust your opinion. All you could do was continue to push forward, hoping Theo would finally get his moment to prove his worth to everyone.

Instead, everything backfired on you.

It happened on the night of the full moon, a full moon that just so happened to be a super moon, making the pull of the moon stronger than ever, setting everyone over the edge. You couldn’t figure out what it was the Dread Doctors wanted to achieve with their experiments, especially when they were branding them ‘failures’ and killing them. You were beginning to find yourself frustrated with the lack of progress in the pack’s investigation, just wishing it could all end.

“Hey, I was going to go looking for that chimaera who went missing later to see if we can get some answers, you want in?” Theo asked, pulling you aside in the animal clinic. You hesitated at his question, glancing out at the setting sun before your gaze flicked to the examination room where Liam was anxiously watching as Melissa did her best to save Hayden’s life after the Dread Doctors had pumped her full of mercury.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? With everything that’s going on, wouldn’t it be safer for us to stick together?” you questioned, glancing back over at Theo, whose expression softened slightly before he took your hand in his.

“You trust me, right? I’m confident we could track him down easily,” Theo says softly, squeezing your hand as you purse your lips slightly, debating with yourself quietly.

“If you’re sure…” You mumble, your gaze flicking to the floor before looking back up at Theo.

“I’m sure we can find him. The others can focus on saving Hayden,” Theo says, his voice reassuring as you nod slightly.

“Okay. If this can lead us to the Dread Doctors, we might be able to find a way to help Hayden,” you say as Theo smiles, squeezing your hand once more.

“I have some things I need to do first, okay? I’ll text you when I’m ready to go looking,” Theo says, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before backing away and leaving the animal clinic. You turn your attention back to helping Melissa with Hayden. You knew the tensions were high after Scott had rejected Liam’s request for him to bite Hayden to turn her into a werewolf so you felt like you were stuck in the middle of it all until Theo sent you a text asking to meet you at the preserve, which you did so happily, especially when Melissa was beginning to talk about transferring Hayden to the hospital.

“You going somewhere?” Scott asks, all attention suddenly on you as you nod.

“Theo and I were going to go look for Lucas, he could lead us to the Dread Doctors, and maybe we can find a cure for Hayden,” you say, noticing how Liam perked up slightly at your words.

“Be careful out there, y/n,” Scott said as you nodded, giving him a small joking salute before leaving the animal clinic, hoping Scott and Liam can stay civil long enough to help Hayden.

You make your way up to the preserve, meeting Theo, who was leaning up against a nearby tree with a small smile, pushing away from the tree as you approached.

“So, do you have any idea where it is we’re going?” you ask curiously as Theo begins to walk off with a sense of purpose as if he knew where to look.

“I’m just guessing he’ll be hiding away somewhere. If he’s starting to show signs of being a failure, we might be able to catch a scent of mercury or something too,” Theo shrugs, continuing to walk as you chase after him.

“Do you think he could be near where you found Liam and Hayden? If the Dread Doctors were operating in that area, he could be nearby, right?” you ask, glancing over at Theo.

“I can’t say for sure, it depends on how he feels about the Dread Doctors,” Theo replies as you both quietly sniff at the air, trying to pick up a scent.

The two of you look around the abandoned water plant first, your search coming up unsuccessful with not a single other person in sight, human or otherwise. As you both exit the abandoned building, you turn to Theo.

“Where did you find Liam and Hayden? We should look there next,” you say, glancing around as you await Theo’s response.

“I don’t think he’s there. I have an idea of where he could be,” Theo says, gesturing with his head for you to follow him, which you do without question. Theo leads you to a sewer grate, lifting it with relative ease and climbing down the ladder, with you following close behind.

“We’re never going to catch a scent down here,” you grumble the moment the stench hits your nose.

“And that’s why it would be the best place to hide,” Theo says, smiling at you as you reach the bottom of the ladder.

“I’m glad you had the sense to think of this place because I wouldn’t touch it if you weren’t here,” you laugh as you follow Theo, the two of you navigating the damp sewer. As you follow Theo, a sudden sense of unease begins to wash over you, a shiver running down your spine mere seconds before Lucas springs out from around a corner, growling, his face inches away from Theo’s, who barely flinches.

“Theo! Get back!” you cry out, worry instantly clutching at your heart at the closeness between the two, expecting Lucas to lunge at any second. Instead, you watch as Lucas backs off with a grin.

“What’s going on?” you then question, glancing between the two.

“I could ask the same question. I thought you were coming alone,” Lucas says, turning to look at Theo as he scoffs.

“I did say that, but there was a question I needed to ask y/n, and it was best to have a little privacy and some backup,” Theo says, quirking an eyebrow as he glances at you and Lucas.

“Theo… what is this?” you ask again, beginning to feel your heart pound, something that didn’t go unnoticed as both Theo and Lucas focused on you.

“You don’t need to be scared, y/n/n. I just have an offer to make you,” Theo says, and despite his friendly smile, you could sense the sinister undertone, making you take a small step back out of fear.

“Theo, you’re scaring me.”

“I told you, you don’t need to be scared. I just want to offer you a place in my pack,” Theo says, standing before you as he folds his arms across his chest.

“Your… pack?”

“Yes, my pack. That’s why I came back to Beacon Hills. When I heard about the True Alpha and his pack, I knew I had to have it for my own,” Theo states as your eyes widen.

“I…”

“Think about it, you could take Scott’s power for your own and we could run the pack together,” Theo offers, his voice dropping to the soft tone you’d grown accustomed to hearing, attempting to sway you as you started to understand what he wanted you to do.

“You need me to kill Scott,” you mumble, remembering the times you’d been told that as Betas of Scott’s own making, only you and Liam had the capability to take his Alpha power from him. When Theo fails to respond, you shake your head, getting ready to run to warn Scott of Theo’s betrayal. However, Theo was quicker, ordering Lucas to attack you.

Lucas’s attacks came hard and fast, and no matter how much you tried to fight back, once Lucas got his poison in your system, you found it harder to fight. You soon collapsed to the floor, dragging yourself to sit upright against the wall as you heard Theo quietly urging Lucas to run away, muttering something about the Dread Doctors.

“You know, as much as it’s disappointing that you won’t join me, there is a silver lining. With you out of the way, it’s going to make getting to your brother so much easier. After all, between us, he’s the strongest Beta out of the two of you. If I can talk anyone into killing Scott and taking his power right now, it’s Liam, and that will leave me free to take the power from him,” Theo gloats, turning to face you as he shows off his claws, admiring them with a smirk.

“If you hurt Liam, I swear,” you snarl, baring your fangs as your eyes glow a vibrant gold, attempting to intimidate Theo as you struggle even to try to get to your feet.

“Oh, don’t you worry y/n/n. I’m not going to hurt Liam. Not until he can give me what I want,” Theo taunts, crouching down and leaning in close as you continue to growl at him, clearly unintimidated by you.

“Theo, please, don’t do this,” you then plead, tears filling your eyes as you sit back against the wall, fighting the urge not to writhe in pain.

“I need a pack of my own. And to do that, I need the power of an Alpha. I’m not going to let anything stand in my way,” Theo says, straightening up as you try one last feeble attempt at a growl in his direction before Theo stalks off, leaving you alone.

Isaac was lost; he couldn’t escape the violent twist in his stomach that something was wrong and that you needed help wherever you were. You weren’t responding to his texts or his calls; all he knew was that you had left the animal clinic with Theo, something Isaac would never get used to.

“Come on, y/n. Give me a sign you’re somewhere,” Isaac mutters, shifting his gaze to look up at the supermoon, watching it silently for a moment. He could always feel the pull of the full moon once a month, but controlling himself got easier with each month. But the supermoon was different. Its pull was stronger than ever, and he felt like any little nudge could set him off.

“Looking for someone?” There was the little nudge. Isaac felt irritation mixing with his anxiety as he clenched his jaw, turning to face the source of the voice.

“Where’s y/n? I know she was with you, so don’t lie to me,” Isaac says, stalking over to Theo, a growl building in his throat while Theo remains steadfast, leaning against the tree.

“Lover boy’s certainly gotten himself worked up. I’m sure she’s fine,” Theo says with a shrug, smirking at how easy it was to rile Isaac up.

“Where. Is. She?” Isaac snarls, baring his fangs as he steps as close as possible to Theo, his incessant snarling not having an ounce of an effect on Theo who simply cocked an eyebrow.

“Are you done? Because if you keep snarling at me like a wild animal, you won’t find her in time,” Theo says, a smirk playing across his lips as Isaac steps back, a mix of worry and anger playing across his face.

“Where is she?” Isaac demands once more.

“Giving that away would take all the fun out of this little game. All I can suggest is you hurry up. I don’t know what Lucas’ poison will do to a werewolf this time around. You might want to run, lover boy,” Theo shrugs as Isaac’s heart begins to pound, his head whipping around in every direction, desperate to catch a scent, a hint that you were anywhere nearby. As he desperately racks his brain for any ideas on where Theo could’ve taken you, a few locations come to mind, making him sprint off in the direction of one of the areas. As Theo watched Isaac disappear into the woods, he pushed himself away from the tree, smiling to himself. Now that the pack was out of the way, he could finally put his plan into place.

As you lay in the darkness, your hand pressed firmly to the wound that was beginning to burn, you felt tears continue to pool in your eyes. You felt like you deserved every second of pain you were experiencing. You were the one who had turned your back on your pack, tossing them aside just because a boy had finally looked your way. And now you had to lie helpless, bloody, and alone, all while knowing Theo was about to manipulate your younger brother into killing his Alpha just to steal the power for himself.

“y/n? y/n, are you down here?” You couldn’t help the sob that escaped your lips at the familiar sound of Isaac’s voice. Somehow, he had cared enough to look for you in your absence, even when you’d treated him awfully.

“Isaac, I’m here! Please help!” you beg, the tears now flowing freely as your breaths begin to quicken. You wait anxiously, listening for Isaac’s footsteps as they grow closer, and Isaac’s face comes into your line of sight as he worriedly checks you over.

“Did Theo do this to you?” Was the first question Isaac asked, identifying your injuries and carefully assessing them.

“He wanted me to join his pack. When I told him I couldn’t turn my back on Scott, he… he let Lucas attack me.” You wince as you attempt to move, the burning sensation beginning to spread viciously across your body.

“That asshole,” Isaac mutters, a slight growl behind his words.

“You need to get to Liam before Theo does; he’s going to manipulate him into killing Scott,” you say, attempting to push Isaac away to get him to save your brother and your Alpha.

“I’m not leaving you,” Isaac argues, shaking his head.

“Isaac-”

“No, y/n, I’m not leaving you here. Scott can handle himself. It might be bad of me to say, but my priority is you right now,” Isaac says firmly, making your defences come crashing down as tears well in your eyes.

“I just want to get out of here,” you say tearily, making Isaac nod quickly, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and easing you to your feet, apologising as you whimper in pain. Isaac carefully navigates you through the sewer, helping you up the ladder and into the fresh air.

“I’m going to take you to the animal clinic first, okay? I have Deaton’s number; he can help me treat your injuries over the phone.”

“My car… It’s parked at the edge of the preserve, you can take that,” you say, weakly digging in your pocket and pressing the key into Isaac’s hand. With a determined nod, Isaac helps you to your car, easing you in carefully before getting behind the wheel and driving you to the animal clinic. Isaac drove with a sense of urgency you’d never seen from him before, and you felt like you arrived at the animal clinic in what felt like record time.

“Come on,” Isaac urges, helping you out of the car and into the clinic, helping you sit on the table before fumbling for his phone to call Deaton.

You wait awkwardly after explaining what happened to Deaton over the phone, feeling utterly useless as Isaac rushes around, grabbing the ingredients to make something that’ll help ease your pain and hopefully combat the poison.

“Okay, chances are it might sting, but you need to put it directly on the wound.” You hear Deaton’s voice crackle through the phone as Isaac finishes making the paste that made your nose wrinkle once the smell hits it.

“Is there not any other way?” you ask weakly, attempting to lean away from the noxious mixture.

“If you want to try to treat that poison, then it’s the best thing we can do. I’m sorry, this mixture should help a lot,” Deaton says, making you groan slightly. You listen as Isaac hangs up the phone, promising to contact Deaton if anything else happens before turning his attention to you.

“Could you… lift your shirt?” Isaac asks awkwardly, looking anywhere but at you as you nod, carefully lifting your shirt to expose the wound that sits on your side.

“You can look, it’s okay,” you say softly, making Isaac finally look over at you, his eyes fixing on your injury. Wordlessly, Isaac applies the mixture to your wound, making you gasp at the stinging sensation. As if he acted on instinct, Isaac grabbed your wrist, and the moment you felt him trying to take your pain, you wrenched your arm away.

“What are you doing?” you ask, looking at Isaac, whose eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“I’m trying to take some of your pain, let me help,” Isaac says, watching you expectantly as you shake your head, your eyes once again filling with tears.

“I don’t deserve your help. You have done all this for me when I’ve done nothing but treat you badly. You shouldn’t have even come looking for me in the first place. I pushed you aside because a boy finally looked my way and I’m so sorry.”

“I meant what I said a few weeks ago, you know? You’re one of my best friends, and I’d do anything for you. I had a feeling that something was wrong, and I wasn’t going to just sit back and let something happen to you. I care about you so much, so let me help.” Isaac’s words were firm yet gentle as he watched you carefully, tenderly reaching out to wipe a falling tear from your cheek. When you do nothing other than silently nod, Isaac gently takes your hand in his, taking some of your pain as you relax.

“Thank you,” you mumble, gratefulness in your tone as Isaac squeezes your hand softly before letting go, moving to bandage your injury, making quick work of the task before looking up at you.

“I should get you home, you need to rest and heal,” Isaac then says, helping you off the table and leading you out to the car.

“Once you drop me off, you need to find Scott; he might need your help. Theo would’ve gotten to Liam by now, and he’ll need you to help him.” Your words came out quietly, but Isaac heard you all the same.

“I will, I promise,” Isaac assures you.

“If Liam is there, please don’t hurt him,” you then add, your hand resting protectively on your injury as Isaac pulls out of the animal clinic’s car park.

“I’ll try my best,” Isaac says. You understood why he couldn’t promise, with Liam’s IED combined with the strength of the supermoon, he might not listen to reason, and if needed, Isaac may be forced to fight back. The drive was silent, your thoughts consumed with the evening's events and worry for your younger brother. When Isaac parks your car outside your house, he quickly moves to help you out of the car.

“I’ve got it from here, Isaac. Go and help Scott,” you urge Isaac, pushing him away from you slightly, trying to encourage him to leave. At first, Isaac hesitates, glancing at you worriedly before letting out a soft sigh, nodding and running off in the direction of the school.

You entered the house as quietly as you could, wincing with each step taken. While you were beginning to heal, you could still feel the slight burn from the poison that was making its way through your system. As you made your way to your room, you heard a door open, making you stop in your tracks as you waited to see who it was, worried you’d woken one of your parents. Instead, you see Liam entering the hallway, his eyes locking with yours. Seeing Liam took you aback slightly, expecting him to be somewhere else, but when you see his red rimmed eyes that are filled with tears, you know you couldn’t let yourself fall apart yet. Not when Liam needed you.

“Come here, buddy,” you urge quietly, opening your arms for Liam to walk into, holding him close as he clung to you desperately.

“Hayden’s gone.” You hear Liam say through his tears, ignoring the pain that shot through you when he squeezed tighter.

“Oh, Liam…” you mutter sympathetically, moving to escort him back to his bedroom, sitting him down on his bed as you tuck him against your side.

“I almost killed Scott,” Liam admits after a small silence, his voice so quiet you wondered if he’d meant to say it out loud at all in the first place.

“That wasn’t your fault,” you say quietly, attempting to hold Liam closer, stopping when he pushes against you, putting distance between you so he could look you in the eye.

“Did you hear me? I said I almost killed Scott,” Liam reiterates, his eyes flicking between yours, waiting for your reaction.

“I heard you, Liam. But I know it wasn’t you. You were upset because of Hayden, and Theo used that and the supermoon against you,” you say softly, not letting a single ounce of judgment slip into your tone as Liam’s eyebrows furrow, putting pieces together in his head.

“How did you know it was Theo?” he questions, making you sigh slightly, realising your slip-up and knowing you needed to be truthful or else Liam would know.

“Turns out Theo has a tendency to monologue just after letting someone almost kill you,” you admit with a weak chuckle, wincing as a flash of pain sparks through you.

“He tried to kill you?” Liam asks, his eyes blown wide as you shrug.

“Not Theo himself. He let Lucas have at me, though. I think the Dread Doctors made him stronger; this poison is really taking its time to heal. Deaton says I’ll live,” you say, your hand drifting to the tear in your shirt.

“I’m so sorry,” Liam apologises, his gaze drifting to where your hand was resting.

“You don’t need to apologise, Liam,” you begin, stopping as Liam shakes his head, tears beginning to well in his eyes.

“I should’ve been there. I could’ve helped you. Instead, I let Theo talk me into-” you cut Liam off suddenly, cupping his face in your hands and lifting his chin gently so you could look him in the eye.

“Liam. Do not blame yourself for this. I’m the idiot who let Theo separate me from the rest of the pack. I let him come between us. You’re my brother, and I shouldn’t have turned my back on you. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me,” you say softly, gently wiping away the tears that rolled down Liam’s cheeks. Your heart felt like an iron hand had it in a vicious grip, squeezing as hard as it could. You hated seeing your brother upset, no matter the context, but seeing him upset because of you shattered you in a way you didn’t know was possible. Feeling your eyes burn with tears, you shifted to hold Liam closer, cradling his head close to your chest as he clings to you, reminding you of the times you had comforted him when he was younger.

“Did someone help you? Or were you…” Liam asks, his voice a quiet mumble, as you hold him close.

“Isaac found me. I don’t know what I did to deserve having a friend like him to come looking for me after what I did to him,” you admit, finally allowing a smile to tug at your lips as you think of Isaac, the selfless boy who risked everything to come looking for you just based off a hunch that something was wrong. You couldn’t believe that even after you made it clear you didn’t want to be around him, he still cared enough to come looking when you went missing.

“I’m glad he was there,” Liam mumbles softly as you hold him impossibly closer.

“So am I,” you mutter, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

“I just want to forget about everything that happened,” Liam says quietly, neither of you moving to break the embrace.

“Why don’t we watch a movie or something? That might help,” you offer, moving your head away slightly so you could look down at Liam, who lifts his gaze to meet yours, nodding.

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, you stay here and pick which movie you want to watch. I’ll grab us some snacks,” you say, moving to excuse yourself from the room, wincing when the pain flares up once more and before you could get too far away, Liam grabbed your hand, taking some of your pain for himself as you soften, tears building in your eyes once more at your brother’s kindness.

“Thank you, Liam,” you mutter softly, moving to hug him once more before finally making your way downstairs to raid the kitchen for snacks. You grab a variety of snacks, grabbing what you knew Liam liked before scooping up some drinks and making your way back to Liam’s room with armfuls of food and drinks.

“Did you just take everything?” Liam asks with a slight laugh as you enter the room.

“Pretty much,” you admit, closing the door behind you before dumping the snacks on the end of the bed and placing the drinks on the bedside table. Once Liam had picked a movie, the two of you sat up against the headboard as you tucked Liam against your side, hugging him close as the opening of the movie played.

About halfway through the movie, a knock at the door rings out, making you and Liam stiffen slightly, both of you looking at each other.

“You stay here, buddy,” you say quickly, forcing yourself to your feet as you make your way to the front door, your hand hesitating above the doorknob for a moment before you bite the bullet, tugging the door open.

“Isaac?” you question, your head tilting slightly when you see Isaac standing before you, a bag slung over his shoulder.

“Do you think I could crash here for a little while? I didn’t get to Scott in time, and Melissa didn’t take it well. I don’t blame her for reacting like that, so I figured I’d find someplace else to crash, give her and Scott some space,” Isaac explains, smiling sadly at you. It upset you to hear what had happened, especially given that Melissa had become an important maternal figure in Isaac’s life after losing his own mom at a young age.

“Come in, we’re watching a movie, so just dump your stuff in my room and join us,” you say, gesturing for Isaac to come into the house. You lead Isaac to your room, letting him put his bag down before bringing him to Liam’s room.

“Hey Isaac,” Liam says, offering Isaac a kind smile as you entered the room.

“Hey, Liam,” Isaac replies with a curt nod and a small smile of his own. You sit down alongside Liam once more, wrapping an arm around him again while patting the free space alongside you, encouraging Isaac to sit with you. As Isaac sits down alongside you, you grab his hand gently, squeezing it softly as you both smile at each other. The three of you then continue to watch the movie, enjoying each other’s company and putting the day's events behind you.

As the closing credits of the movie begin to roll, Isaac shuffles slightly, preparing himself to make a comment that falls short the moment he sees you and Liam fast asleep, his head on your shoulder as your head rests atop his. Isaac couldn’t help the soft smile that covered his face at the sight. He carefully eased your hand out of his and crossed to grab a blanket before carefully covering you and Liam with it, before moving to sit on the beanbag in the corner of the room so he could get at least a few hours of sleep himself.

A few weeks down the line, Isaac was still staying at your place after an awkward conversation with your parents, as you and Liam tried to explain the situation without exposing your family to the supernatural world.

The pack had come back together after a lot of apologies, and you had to focus on finding and defeating a creature called the Beast of Gevaudan, which had been brought back by the Dread Doctors, learning that their chimaera experiments were dedicated to.

On top of that, Theo still had the audacity to keep showing his face after what he had done. He had revived a number of chimaeras, Hayden included, to make his own pack, and it took everything within you not to rip his throat out every time you saw him in the hallways. Thankfully, Isaac stuck to your side like glue and helped keep you calm and away from Theo, especially when he tried to get involved in the pack’s investigations.

After what felt like forever, you learnt that the Beast of Gevaudan had been Mason the whole time, making the pack realise that you needed to do whatever you could to save him which seemed fruitless, especially when the Dread Doctors had been successful in using Mason as a vessel to revive the true monster behind the Beast. But thanks to Lydia’s banshee scream, she was able to bring back Mason after a long, hard battle that left most of you knocked off your feet before Theo showed up, keen to use his newly gained powers he had gotten from killing off members of his pack.

Then you watched as Kira stepped forward, protecting you all from the electrical blast Theo had sent your way before telling him that the skinwalkers she had been training with had a message for him. You watched in horror as Kira stabbed her katana into the ground, and a sinkhole opened up. You saw Theo’s sister clamber out of the hole, grabbing Theo and dragging him down with her as Theo begged and pleaded for someone to help.

“y/n! Help me, please!” You were shocked when Theo called out to but you didn’t move from where you were on the ground, just watching as Theo was dragged under the ground, which then sealed itself up, leaving everyone speechless for a moment before Isaac crossed over to you, extending a hand to you. 

“I told you he wasn’t the right guy for you,” Isaac muses softly as you groan, in too much pain and annoyance to deal with his jokes.

“Are you ever going to tell me who the right guy for me is, or am I going to have to keep making mistakes like Theo?” you ask, sitting yourself up against the wall as Isaac falls silent for a moment, clearly thinking before he speaks up again.

“I can do better. I can show you instead,” Isaac says, inching closer. Your heart pounded as he moved closer, it was so loud you were sure Isaac could’ve heard it without his supernatural hearing. Just as his lips were millimetres away from yours, he stopped, his eyes flicking up to yours.

“Is this okay?” he then asks quietly.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice breathy before Isaac closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours, as he cups your face gently. Isaac’s kiss was soft and full of love, and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch.

“I thought you guys would never figure it out,” Lydia’s words made you and Isaac pull apart, the two of you smiling shyly as the rest of the pack laughed softly as you rolled your eyes, leaning against Isaac as he wrapped an arm around you.

“Come on, guys, let’s get out of here,” Scott says, making everyone nod. Isaac helps you to your feet as the rest of the pack make their way out of the dingy tunnels, desperate to leave the Dread Doctors in the past where they belong.

After getting a phone call from Deaton, Scott and Liam rush off to the animal clinic to check on Hayden, who had been attacked by the Beast and found her way to the clinic despite her vicious injuries. All you could do was hope that it wouldn’t end up the way it did last time. You could tell Liam loved Hayden, and you didn’t want to see his heart get broken all over again.

“Let’s go,” Isaac says softly, leading you away from the abandoned water plant and away from everyone else, leading you to a secluded clearing so the two of you could have some privacy. Once you are confident you’re away from prying ears, Isaac turns to you.

“How are you?” he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face without a second thought.

“I’m fine. I’m healing pretty quick-”

“No, how are you feeling? I saw the way you looked when Theo got taken.”

“I couldn’t care less about what happened to Theo. I’m glad he’s gone after all he put my pack through. Wherever he is, I hope he’s suffering.” You’d never been filled with so much anger towards someone before. The bitterness was clear in your tone, and you could tell that Isaac was concerned.

“It doesn’t change the fact that you liked him.”

“Yeah, past tense, liked. Anyone would be creeped out seeing someone getting dragged underground by their dead sibling. It’s fine, I’ve got my pack, I’ve got you,” you say softly, taking Isaac’s hand in yours.

“If you ever want to talk about it, I’ll be there,” Isaac says softly, squeezing your hand as you nod wordlessly.

The two of you then spend an hour or so in the woods together, relishing in each other’s presence and talking about everything and nothing at the same time. When you call it a night, the two of you head back to your house, entering the house and heading into the living room when you hear the tv playing.

“Hey, you two,” you greet Liam and Hayden, a smile on your face as you lean against the doorframe, stifling a laugh when they jump, turning to look at you.

“Look, Hayden’s okay!” Liam says excitedly, showing off Hayden to you as you nod.

“I can see that. Did Deaton figure something out?” you ask as Isaac sidles up alongside you, winding an arm around your middle.

“No, I think being a chimaera made things a bit more complicated for him. Scott gave me the bite,” Hayden explains as you nod, happy for the two younger teens.

“That’s awesome! You know it’s great to have another female Beta, I was beginning to worry I’d stay outnumbered forever,” you joke, squirming when Isaac lightly pokes you in the side and Liam jokingly glares.

“We’ll leave you two alone, but don’t stay up too late,” you say, pointing between the two as Liam groans.

“Yes, Mom,” he grumbles.

“Love you, Liam,” you say as Liam rolls his eyes before softening.

“Love you too.”

Deciding to leave Liam and Hayden alone, you make your way up to your room with Isaac, the two of you instantly curling up on your bed together, your head resting on his chest as he pulls you close.

“This is nice,” Isaac admits quietly, his hand drifting up and down your back as you hum contentedly.

“I feel like I can finally breathe after everything that happened,” you murmur, your eyes slipping shut at Isaac’s soothing motion.

“It’ll be nice to go back to normal. At least until the next supernatural problem.”

“Please don’t tempt fate. I wanna get through my senior year with as few issues as possible,” you grumble, opening your eyes and lifting your head to look at Isaac.

“I’m not tempting anything, it just seems to happen,” Isaac says with a soft laugh as you roll your eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you mumble, pressing a soft kiss to Isaac’s lips, something he reciprocates quickly.

“If being cute gets me kissed, you won’t catch me complaining,” Isaac says as you pull away.

The two of you spend the evening cuddling and kissing until you fall asleep in each other’s arms, a sense of relief you hadn’t felt in a while settling over you.

The next morning, you both begrudgingly get up and ready for school, heading to school with Liam and Hayden in the backseats. At first, you had expected Liam to complain about being delegated to the backseat, but he was more than happy to be sitting in the backseat with Hayden, the two engrossed in each other’s presence and barely giving you a second thought.

When the four of you arrived at school, you bid goodbye to Liam and Hayden as you all went your separate ways to begin the school day. Unbeknownst to you and Isaac, as you walked down the hallway hand in hand, you were being watched by the rest of the pack who couldn’t stop smiling.

“What? What are you all smiling at?” Stiles asks, his back to you, making him unaware of the progression with you and Isaac’s relationship.

“Behind you,” Lydia mouths, looking pointedly over his shoulder as Stiles finally turns around, his eyes widening when he sees you and Isaac kissing.

“Wha- when did that-”

“Yesterday, after everything went down with the Beast, Isaac finally ‘fessed up,” Scott says, folding his arms across his chest with a smile.

“The one time I’m not there and they finally kiss? Does Isaac really not have a sense of timing?” Stiles complains, gesturing over to the two of you, blissfully unaware of Stiles’ rant.

When the pack meets up in the library at lunch, it was relieving to talk about school and life instead of researching some historical werewolf. You loved moments when you got to feel like a normal kid again, even if it meant dealing with your friends joking about you and Isaac’s newfound relationship.

By the end of lunch period, everyone but you and Isaac cleared out of the library. You both stayed because you had a free period, and you wanted to talk about colleges with Isaac, finally ready to take the leap. You were aware of the closing window you had to apply, and you were finally able to accept that Liam would be okay in your absence; he had Hayden, and he had Mason. He was going to be just fine.

Just before you and Isaac looked at anything, you found yourself drawn to the shelf you and the others had signed the night of senior scribe, and you carefully removed the books, a soft smile on your face as you regarded all the initials while Isaac approached you.

“You know, the night we did this, I saw how you looked at Allison’s initials, and I thought there was no way you’d like me in the same way you loved her. I let my feelings get the better of me, and that drove me right into Theo.”

“Hey, you don’t need to worry about that. I did love Allison, you’re right, but I also love you,” Isaac says softly, making you look at him with a soft smile.

“I love you too,” you say quietly, pressing a soft kiss to Isaac’s lips before focusing back on the initials, Isaac wrapping an arm around your middle as you lift a hand to ghost your finger along Allison’s initials.

“I’d love to hear about Allison someday. She meant a lot to you, so I want to help keep her memory alive,” you then say, looking at Isaac, who nods, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I’ll tell you some stuff someday. But I can say wholeheartedly that she would’ve loved you,” Isaac says, helping you put the books back on the shelf before you head to a free table to start your college research.

It had been a long and rough beginning to your senior year, but it made you more confident. You knew you had your pack beside you, and it helped you and Isaac finally confess your feelings for each other. You knew you were ready for the next step in your life. You’d be okay.

You found the right guy to help you through it all.