#teen wolf liam

[klartzzie]

hiii could you maybe draw theo and liam as the barbie and ken getting arrested meme?

Absolutely I can

Another edition because I love being silly

[magicalnerdsworld]

Liam: What are you in the mood for?

Theo: World domination.

Liam: That's a bit ambitious.

Theo: You are my world.

Liam: Aww...

Theo:

Liam:

Theo:

Liam: OH.

[nightingale2004]

Can all my Teen wolf and sterek people gather around real quick.

So what if Scott's pack and Derek all accidentally traveled back in time to when their parents went to school in Beacon Hills.

Now here's my version of this.

Claudia and Talia are soul sister besties. Claudia was just like Stiles, hyperactive, a spaz, short attention span, adhd, etc (also a freaking spark). Talia, was this cool werewolf future alpha girl with a hyperactive puppy for a best friend. (They would totally gossip and talk about Lydia's mom behind her back)

Noah (Stiles dad) was a loner. He was awkward. Couldn't talk to a woman to save his life (Claudia obviously made the first move). He was more invested in criminal law and mysteries.

Marissa (Scott's mom) was in her own corner. She briefly met Claudia and talked to her once or twice.

Lydia's mom (idk her name) was smart but played dumb and all that jass to win the hot guy.

I'm also thinking Peter definitely had a crush on Claudia when he was a kid during this time since she would babysit him a lot.

Claudia and Deaton are also besties and emissaries in training.

The Argent family are in Beacon Hills (I personally would not know how this would go but in intrigued)

Claudia and Talia are exactly like Scott and Stiles and getting into all sorts of trouble and adventures with Deaton at their side and hiding the secrets of the supernatural.

And all of Scott's pack plus Derek gets to see how their parents know each other and have met along with their adventures.

Let me know your version of this and enjoy

[connecting-the-stars]

[yourforgottenbookshelf]

Being Liam Dunbar's Twin Sister Would Include...

Gif not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

A/N: Requests are open.

Being born five minutes after Liam, and him constantly pulling the “I’m older” card

Fighting constantly over your toys when you were toddlers

Throwing food at each other

Pulling each other’s hair

Biting each other

Overall, being a constant headache to your parents until you reached adolesence

Being the only one able to calm him down during his outrages

Making sure he took his I.E.D. medication

Occasionally threating him to do so

Standing up for him against Brett

Making out with Brett

Transferring to Beacon Hills High with him

Stiles instantly taking a liking at you

You confronting Scott when he bit Liam

“What the hell were you thinking?! He has I.E.D.!”

Stiles agreeing with you

“I told him it was a bad idea.”

Helping Liam control the change and eventually becoming his anchor

Giving Hayden dirty looks every now and then

Making out with Brett during lacrosse games

Liam and Stiles not being happy about it

Being best friends with Mason

Sleepovers at your place with the pack

Falling asleep in Liam’s arms and him carrying you to your room

Liam comforting you after Brett’s death

Gabe and Nolan threating you

Mason standing up for you

Eventually going to different colleges

Missing him terribly

Facetiming every night

Surprise visits every now and then

Moving back to Beacon Hills together after finishing college

[heliads]

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

when is stiles not causing problems let's be real

masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[anishfics]

Picnic

Era un día soleado en Beacon Hills, uno que muy poco se daba porque siempre eran días grises, pero nada más por los rayos del sol siendo tapados por las nubes.

En eso habían dos personas que aprovecharon que había buen clima, tuvieron mucha suerte en que fuera fin de semana y no tuvieran que ir a trabajar.

Eran pocos los que conocían de su relación, ya que no acostumbraban a postear fotos sobre ellos dos, más que todo por lo chismosa que era la gente y que siempre hablaban sin saber.

Pero justo ese día les importo un comino lo que dijeran los demás, a la final de cuentas ellos no dependían que lo que se hablará de ellos. Fueron directo a un parque para hacer un picnic, tal como Stiles había visto en muchas fotos en Pinterest.

La verdad es que Derek y Stiles estaban pasando un buen momento, una que otra mirada a sus muestras de cariño, pero nada de insultos. Ambos iban vestidos a juego, les encantaba hacer esa dinámica de parejas.

En eso Scott venía pasando junto con Theo y Liam, los tres amigos de Stiles.

—¡Oigan! —gritó de la nada Scott.

—¿Qué pasá? —Liam se asustó por el repentino grito del otro.

No podía decir nada, lo único que hizo fue señalar a un lugar del parque. Liam y Theo siguieron la dirección a la que Scott apuntaba y vieron como Stiles le daba de comer unas fresas con crema a Derek para luego darle unos cuantos besos en las mejillas.

—¿Y qué con eso? —rodo los ojos Theo al ver la reacción de Scott.

—¡Pues que está mal! —la espina homofobica de Scott se hizo presente—. Ambos son hombres, no deberían de estás haciendo esas cosas. Deberían de pensar en los niños.

Theo no podía soportar más aquella actitud de mierda he hizo lo que tenía que hacer, agarro el brazo de Liam y unio sus labios en un beso. Al principio se resistió, pero luego le siguió y se dejó llevar.

—Estas rodeado de parejas homosexual, Scott —le dijo Theo justo cuando terminó el beso—. Stiles y Derek son novios desde la secundaria, Liam y yo desde la universidad, madura, estamos en el siglo XXI.

Liam tenía sus mejillas sonrojadas, no porque su relación salió a la luz, eso le importa poco. Lo que lo puso todo rojo fue el beso que Theo le había dado, pudo sentir las lenguas de los dos jugar entre sus bocas y se le olvidó que estaban en público, las muestras de afecto siempre lo ponen nervioso.

No dijeron más nada y dejaron a Scott sorprendido por sus amigos.

[sweetlullabyebye]

Liam: *gets into the tiniest of troubles*

Theo: *dragging him out* look i'm not gonna die for you *shields him with his body* i hate you by the way *almost dies for him* go fuck yourself *gives him heart eyes*

Liam: ???

[topazy]

Hunted

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader

Warnings: Violence, swearing

Chapter: 6.02

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊:

𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛?

Not knowing how to reply to your cousin without placing your phone back down, you’d think of a good lie later. You weren’t particularly close to Malia, but she had sensed something was wrong earlier in the day and wouldn’t stop asking how you were. Her asking wasn’t a problem, but the fact that you couldn’t remember becoming friends with her was.

There was a massive hole in your memory when it came to her, and it was stressing you out.

Sighing, you look down at your study notes and decide to give up. A voice inside your head was nagging at you, telling you you’d forgotten something important, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

As you pack up your belongings, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in a glass cabinet and freeze up. As memories of the night you were turned upside down flash before your eyes, you calm down. Feeling as if the air is being sucked from your lungs, you make your way quickly down the hall and out the school door.

“Hi Lulana,” a shy voice says.

“Hey Corey, where’s Mason?”

“He forgot his phone and went back inside. Are you okay?” He asks. “You're really flushed in the face.”

“I’m fine,” you fake a smile. “I'm just really tired, and it’s making me feel on edge. Do you want me to wait with you?”

“Yeah, sure,” he smiles. Even though Liam didn’t trust Corey, you didn’t mind him; you understood how easy it was for him to be manipulated by Theo, plus he really seemed to care for Mason.

“Do you feel that?” he asks quietly.

“Feel what?”

Corey walks towards the glass doors and looks into the school before stepping inside, wanting to see what he was talking about; you followed. Soon as you stepped inside, you felt overcome with dread; something bad was about to happen. When heavy breathing and footsteps echoed down the hallway, Corey grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you to stand against the wall beside him. Everything turned green as he turned you invisible.

You clasped your hand over your mouth to muffle any sounds you might make as a man who perfectly fit the description of a ghost rider walked down the hall. No fucking way. Your heart rattled in your chest as the ghost rider seemingly didn’t take notice of you or Corey. He sends a text to Mason, telling him not to move while you text Liam, who’s practicing lacrosse on the field outside.

You knew why the riders scared you more than anything you’d ever seen.

Another ghost rider appears at the door leading out into the courtyard, and both riders exit it. You turn to Corey and whisper, “What do we do?”

“We follow them.”

—

Frozen in fear, you watch as the ghost riders strangle a boy with their whips inside the library. Your trance is only broken when Mason steps into the library. His mouth was agape as he watched a boy from your school choke as he floated in the air.

You let go of Corey’s hand as he reaches for Mason and tosses a book at one of the riders, hoping it would loosen the boy's grip. But it does nothing. You extended your claws, planning on charging the rider despite being petrified, but you didn’t get very far as Corey grabbed you again, making you invisible. You look up just as the boy vanishes into smoke.

The two riders jump from the floor above, and one of them looks directly at you, causing you to scream, “Liam!”

—

“Lu!” Liam cups your face in his hands as you regain your composure after sobbing. He looks over at his friend and asks, “What happened?”

You manage to blurt out, “They were here.”

“The ghost riders,” Mason confirms.

“I thought they left when the storm left.”

You grip your boyfriend's arm tightly, trying to find comfort. Something about this felt wrong; something was missing, and the feeling was causing a fear that you’d never felt before. “They couldn’t have, because two of them were right up there.”

Worried Scott asks, “What were they doing?”

Mason looks ahead blankly. “Uh, nothing, I don’t think.”

“They must have done something, otherwise Lu would be so upset,” Liam pointed out.

All four of them turned to you, waiting for an answer that you couldn’t give them. Using the end of your jumper, you dry your cheeks and quickly say, “I don’t remember what they did. We only saw them when we turned invisible.”

Liam glares at Corey. “You brought them into this?”

You place your hand on his chest, hoping to calm him down. “He was trying to protect us.”

“They didn’t seem to care about me and Lulana; they walked right by us in the school,” Corey says nervously. “I don’t think they noticed us here.”

“Then what?”

Mason smacks his lips together and says, “They just jumped down and left.”

“That’s it?” Liam says I sound unconvinced.Lulana wouldn’t have screamed like that for nothing. She sounded terrified.”

Subtly, Scott places his hand on your shoulder, taking away some of your fear while asking, “They didn’t take anyone? There was nobody else here.”

“No, it was just us.”

—

You stare at the empty kitchen chair across from you, trying to think who the last person who sat in it was. You and your dad, Derek, hated cooking and usually ate out instead, while you and Liam ate most meals in bed or while sitting on the couch watching TV.

But someone sat there; someone gave you the normal feeling of a family meal at one point.

Kira? Malia? Lydia? Scott? Mason? You ran a list of all their names through your head, but none of them seemed to fit.

Kira left town a while ago. Mason usually came with Liam, and with the other girls in your pack being older, you weren’t close enough that you spent much one-on-one time with them. You had vivid memories of Scott coming over for dinner, but it seemed weird that it would just be the two of you.

You look from the chair to the fridge and at the note you had stuck to it with a magnet. 𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝑒. How did someone know about that? You woke up the morning before with those words written on your hand, but you couldn’t remember who wrote them. So you wrote it down so you wouldn’t forget.

Unable to sleep and frustrated by the same feelings you had earlier, you decided to make a list of things that didn’t make sense to you. Careful not to make any noise and wake Liam, who was sound asleep in your bed, you open a drawer and pull out a pen and paper. Making your way back to the kitchen table, you glance at the clock on the wall and grimace seeing it was only one o’clock in the morning.

Puffing your cheeks out, you start to write down a timeline of all the things that have happened since you moved to Beacon Hills.

—

“Oh my god, what is all this?” Liam's harsh voice wakes you up; you’d fallen asleep leaning against the table. “Did you stay out here all night?”

“It’s seven in the morning,” he lets out a deep sigh, glancing at the table covered in lays of paper. “Lu, you can’t keep fighting sleep; you're going to make yourself ill.”

“I know, I know.”

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, kissing the back of your sweaty head. “Is this about the ghost riders?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like I’ve lost something, but I don’t know what it is. It's like it’s clawing inside my brain to get to the surface, but no matter how hard I try, I’m drawing blanks.”

“Do you want to skip today? I can stay with you.”

“No, you’ve got lacrosse tryouts,” you say, looking up at him. “And you're going to make me team captain.”

He gives you a doubtful look and says, “Honestly, I don’t want to be captain. I just want things to stay the same as they are now.”

“Oh Liam,” you stand up and kiss his cheek. “Whatever happens today, I’m proud of you.”

“Are you going to stay off? I’m not gonna lie, you look like you could do with some sleep. You've got crazy eyes.”

You laugh at his comment before nodding. “I’ll stay off today. Will you cover for me?”

“Always.”

—

You scurry into school like a woman possessed, looking for your alpha. Luckily, you only needed to turn up two hallways before you found him. “Scott!”

He looks concerned as you stride towards him. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Hearing the word “ghost,” the hairs on your arm stand up, spreading goosebumps across your body. “I’ve figured it out; I’ve figured out what I forgot.”

He looks at you like you're insane, then you remember you haven’t actually spoken to him since the night in the library. Spotting an empty classroom, you walk towards it and say, “Come on, I'll show you.”

As soon as Scott enters the room, you enter with what looks like a small file of documents, but it’s actually the result of your all-nighter. “Okay, so we have the traffic light system for this,” you hold up a piece of paper for him to look at. “Green is for things I remember clearly; yellow is for things I know about but didn’t witness; and red is for the gaps in my memory.”

He has a quick shuffle through some pages; “most of it is red.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Like, really, I think you only have two things highlighted in green.”

“I’m aware, but hear me out. I know the majority of things that happened in the present once I moved to town, but I don’t know a lot of what happened before I got here.”

Scott looks lost in thought trying to decode what you just said, “That’s because you didn’t live in town then. How much sleep have you had? Liam told me you never went to bed.”

You ignore his questions. “I went through all the letters Allison sent me, and they don’t add up. Lydia was her best friend, and you were her boyfriend, but the three of you wouldn’t just hang out alone. That would be so weird, plus Lydia wouldn’t settle for being a third wheel.”

“Okay…” Scott leans back onto one of the tables; the mention of your cousin has gotten his attention.

“The Kanima, the alpha pack, the human sacrifices, the Nogitsune, Peter being the alpha that bit and turned you—you couldn’t have gone through all of it alone. Allison said your pack didn’t fully come together until after the whole Lydia’s boyfriend being Kanima thing, but before that you must have had someone by your side.”

“Lu…”

“When I didn’t know who my father was, someone helped me figure it out.” You point to another part highlighted in red. “Theo’s plan doesn’t make sense; he wanted to turn us against you, but something is missing. I know this sounds crazy, but I feel like a massive part of me is missing.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I think someone from our pack was taken.”

Scott scratches at his chin and says, “Lu, I think you need to go home and get some rest. I'm worried that the stress of Derek being gone and the ghost riders is getting to you.”

He doesn’t believe you.

—

Hearing a knock at the door, you call out, “It’s open.”

You pause the film you're watching and turn, expecting to see Liam come into your dad's home, but instead it’s Scott. He looks slightly sheepish and says, “I think you're right. I think I had a best friend.”

“Yeah?”

You move over on the couch to give Scott space to sit; he looks taken aback. Running his fingers through his hair, he shakes his head. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen earlier; I just didn’t want to believe someone from my pack could go missing and I wouldn’t notice.”

“That’s what the ghost riders do; they make us forget.”

Scott opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by Liam loudly entering the room and saying, “You guys will never believe what we found.”

He jumps over the back of the couch and lands beside you; he pulls a library card out of his pocket. “Jake Sullivan, he was in our Spanish class.”

You let out a loud gasp when you remember him hanging in the library. “That’s who the dread doctors took; they were strangling him, and then he vanished into smoke. How did you find it?”

“Corey helped me.”

You squeezed his hand, and you were proud of him for trying to make peace with Corey despite distrusting him. The three of you spent the next few hours trying to figure out the best way to figure out who the ghost riders' next victim was.

[darkphoenix180]

Teen Wolf character poll. Round 5

[klartzzie]

Whatever happens in the hospital elevator stays in the hospital elevator

[iconsfilm]

liam dunbar + theo raeken icons | like or reblog if you save

[connecting-the-stars]

So for Liam’s weapon, I’d say that it would shift from a ring or from a dark corded bracelet from the right reference photo. I’m still debating what weapon I could give him that would suit him best, but manifesting a weapon from the lighting ring would be so cool.

Theo, helpful as he may be, is still very much a stranger. Liam can’t seem to find the button that will have him spilling all his secrets, but something he does know is that he never takes off his void dark serpent ring.

-up in the air if I want them both to have weapons that shift into rings, or whether a bracelet would be better. I could take the design of the silver bolt ring and apply it to a bracelet. I’m really attached to the black snake ring for Theo.

[ruthless-rainbow]

Happy Halloween!

 Since Halloween is all about creatures of the night, I drew my favoritist little werewolf.

[heliads]

Liam Dunbar Masterlist

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

Forgiveness - Based on this request: "Reader is Stiles little sister and dating Liam. Liam scratches her before he can get himself under control. Stiles makes them break up but reader & Liam are miserable. Stiles ends up giving up and letting them get back together." Imagine

My Boy - Based on this request: “Liam and his girlfriend, who is a witch, are polar opposites. She is chill and the only one who can calm down his fiery temper. One day, someone says something bad about Liam. She loses her shit and drags this person to FILTH. Liam is sitting there acting like a simp. Imagine

[anishfics]

I feel that he would be Thiam's son.

What name would you give it?