Liam Dunbar X Reader - Blog Posts

teen wolf boys and their love languages:

a/n: this is not proofread and it’s also my first post so be nice or i’ll cry lolol ( most of these can be read as platonic or romantic ) ok bye

scott: acts of service. hear me out: this boy takes care of EVERYONE. he’s the alpha, he always has to know the answers. the pack has a problem? everyone goes to him to help. so the moment you do something for him? he’s so relieved. it takes the constant weight off of his shoulders, if only for a little bit. and he might not say it, but he appreciates it so much. even if it’s as simple as helping him with his homework or doing some of the chores around his house he’s so dumb struck he doesn’t know what to do with himself. once, you brought his mom dinner when she had an overnight shift at the hospital and he swore to himself he would marry you. he’s so used to everyone needing him he’s never considering his own needs.

stiles: this. man. loves. TOUCH. his adhd makes his self control and impulses non-existent. if he wants to touch you, he’ll do it. he’ll hug you from behind or hold your hand or put his hand in your back pocket. sitting next to each other? your thighs are pressed together. across the table? he’s playing footsies with you. in class? his seat is right next to yours so he can reach his foot out to nudge you. sleepover? you’re cuddling ( and yes, sometimes he is the little spoon ). he always has to be touching you no matter what. maybe it’s the fact that he feels if he doesn’t, he’ll lose you the way he lost his mom. even platonic stiles is very loose with his touch. high fives, fist bumps, stupid secret handshakes, hugs, etc.

isaac: everyone saying physical touch because he’s been touch starved: you’re not wrong but i think it’s mainly words of affirmation. he’s so used to being told he’s worthless, that he’s disposable, easy to throw away. so the moment you tell him you appreciate him, that he makes you smile, that you’re proud of him, that he has VALUE, he has a hard time containing how loved it makes him feel. he often freezes up and mutters an awkward “thank you”. even if it’s just a simple “good job” for getting a good grade on a test, it helps him unlearn all of the negative beliefs about himself his dad imposed on him. he would be into physical touch with his romantic partner and people he’s close to but words of affirmation is gold.

liam: i had a tough time with liam but i think his would be quality time/body doubling. liam has always had a hard time with people wanting to be around him. they always treat him as fragile because of his IED, thinking that he’s one step away from going off. even more so when he became a werewolf. so for you to willingly spend time with him without any expectations involved? it makes him feel like maybe he isn’t all bad. you could be doing homework in his room together or watching a movie on the couch or literally sitting next to each other staring at a wall. he’s just happy someone wants to be around him and isn’t treating him like they’re walking on eggshells. liam only wants to feel like he’s normal and you’re happy to provide that for him.

derek: i was trying to do a different one for each of them but i feel like derek is a mix of acts of service and quality time. he’s had to rely on himself from such a young age that he’s grown self-sufficient to a fault. and when he was an alpha, he had to learn to take care of others and like scott, i think it took a toll on him to have to be the wise leader who always knows the answers. in that sense, i do think he knows what he wants. so if he asks for something, you’re happy to comply. now as to why i think quality time is also a big thing for him. he knows he can’t be alone all the time. but even with that, sometimes he doesn’t want to talk. sometimes he only needs your presence to reassure him he’s not alone. derek is a strong, silent type and i think that reflects in his needs.

Thiam Starter Kit

Here is a short and sweet starter kit , 3 author, of fics I would recommend to literally anyone, not just Thiam shippers, to get you into the wonderful ship that it Thiam! I included, the number of chapters, words and the status of each fic because those things are always something I like to know personally, but if you don’t care ignore them lol!! I hope you enjoy! 

To start: What is Thiam? Thiam is the ship name for Liam Dunbar and Theo Raeken in the Teen Wolf fandom. 

Is Thiam canon? Technically Thiam is not cannon, but there is a lot of speculation that it was either intended to be or should be. Lots of fans see a lot of sexual and emotional tension and chemistry between the two characters and I would say I have to agree. People tend to write Liam as bi and Theo as either bi or gay. I personally see both characters written in the show as bi, along with Stiles. 

Now lets get into the recommendations! 

Keep reading

Case File

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Warning: mention of parental death again, illegal activities??

Summary: Liam said he’d ask Scott and Stiles to help out with your mother’s murder, and he follows through.

Part Two of Following a Lead

Requested by @tailah-haderson-gilbert

i like this character oo also, probably a part three bc i left y’all still clueless oops???

You sat on the edge of Scott’s bed beside Liam as you looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

After spending the night at Liam’s, Liam had approached you at school the next day about seriously talking to Scott about your mom’s murder. You appreciated the thought but part of you didn’t have a lot of faith that the pack could do much.

Yet here you were after Liam dragged you to Scott’s place—he told Scott it was an emergency. “I wanna help, Y/N, I really do. But I’m not sure there’s a lot we can do without some sort of-“

Before Scott could finish, the door to his bedroom burst open as Stiles practically bulldoze into the room. “I—heard—there—was—an—emergency,” he said between pants as he put his hands onto his knees to catch his breath.

“-police involvement,” Scott finished, furrowing his eyebrows. You knew Scott was right. While they did do tons of things without police involvement, investigating a murder without the case file was hard. Hell, you only went off what you had remembered from what your father told you and what you asked people.

“Police involvement!” Liam exclaimed, jutting a hand out towards the out of breath Stiles. You straightened up, smiling excitedly. Stiles stood up, glancing around the room confused.

“This doesn’t look like an emergency,” Stiles announced, narrowing his eyes at you and Liam. It probably looked like Stiles was a parent called to a school after his kids had gotten in trouble. Either way, not exactly an emergency.

Liam nudged you, prompting you to sputter out some nonsensical words due to unpreparedness. Scott opened his mouth but you quickly jumped to your feet. “I need your help,” you said, looking toward both guys. “I just know my mother’s murder wasn’t random. And I’m pretty sure it was connected to the supernatural.”

“What happened?”

“It was years ago. I was young and I don’t know a lot, but my dad was off at work,” you began, recalling the few details you did know. “Apparently someone had gotten inside the house and...killed her. My father got home to me crying in my crib upstairs—which he claims is weird because my mother wouldn’t have left me alone—and then he called the authorities.” Once you had finished, you felt the slight squeeze of your hand. Liam gave you a supportive smile to which you returned.

“Why do you think it’s supernatural?” Scott asked.

“There was some weird symbol scratched into the floor and...it’s Beacon Hills,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s still unsolved. No evidence, no suspects.”

Then it was Stiles’ turn to interject: “What was the symbol?”

“If we knew that, we’d be having a very different conversation,” Liam answered and you appreciated the ‘we.’ It meant that he was going to help you in all of this, even when you hadn’t asked him to. You appreciated the support.

Scott and Stiles shared a look before Stiles clapped Scott on the shoulder and ushered him from the room. You and Liam shared a look as they went out into the hallway, shutting the door behind them. “I wanna thank you, for doing all this,” you said finally, breaking the silence that fell between you two.

“Oh come on, it was nothing.” Liam shrugged. “Besides, I’m pretty invested at this point.” You let out a light chuckle just as the door opened up, with Scott and Stiles entering the room.

Stiles clapped his hands together. “So, I’m gonna get the case file.” Your eyes widened as you let the hope that the case may finally be solved fill your veins. “I mean, I may get grounded. Or arrested depending on how my dad’s feeling, but I’m getting the case file.”

“We can’t guarantee we’re going to find out anything, but we can promise we all will try,” Scott explained and you couldn’t help the smile on your face.

“I can’t thank you guys enough, seriously.” You got to your feet and quickly gave both Scott and Stiles a hug. “I should be heading home. My dad’s wants me to come back and he’s making homemade pizza, so.”

You waved goodbye before scurrying from the room, and hurrying from the house. “Thank you guys, really. It’s cool of you to help,” Liam told them both once you had left, and then both of them shot him a look. “...what?”

“You like her,” Stiles teased, a smug grin on his face as Scott too bit back a grin. Liam’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to defend himself but Stiles hushed him.

“It’s cute,” Scott commented as Liam practically went beet red. “and I think she likes you too.” Liam searched for words as he stammered out nothing but noises. “Go home, we’ll mystery solve once Stiles gets the case file.”

Liam ducked his head as he shuffled out of the room, Scott and Stiles sharing one last knowing smile before Stiles left too.

Following a Lead

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Warning: Mention of Parental Death, Getting Kicked Out, Vodka

Summary: It’s two a.m when Liam gets an unexpected visitor at his house. One that intends to stay the night. (Hint: it’s you)

Requested by @tailah-haderson-gilbert

Prompts:

6. “I need a place to stay.”

16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!”

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

59. “I could punch you right now.”

these prompts fit so well together im, also lowkey enjoyed whatever character i just constructed here?? trAGIC BACKSTORY? IS THAT YOU?

You knew it was late. The way the crescent moon peered through the trees and the empty streets were a dead give away. The town was quiet, even for Beacon Hills. Especially for Beacon Hills, actually.

You walked along the sidewalk, the sleeves of your maroon hoodie acting as the only thing barring you against the cold late autumn wind. When you spotted his house, you let out a sigh of relief and bounded up the porch steps.

For a moment, as your hand hovered before the front door, you contemplated turning around and walking away. Perhaps Scott would be more open to letting you stay over but you didn’t know where he lived and it was already late enough.

You knocked against the front door, rubbing your arms as you tried to ignore the cold. When the door edged open and you saw Liam peek out, you gave him a soft appreciative smile. “Y/N?” He asked, clearly confused.

“Liam, hey!” you greeted cheerily, well as cheery as you could be. “I need a place to stay.” Liam looked at you confused for a moment, but it was two a.m and he definitely didn’t have to energy to reject you.

He side stepped, allowing you to enter his house. You smiled thankfully as you stepped inside, gazing about the warm house. “Can I ask why?”

You pondered his question for a moment. It was a long story but you trusted Liam and he did ask. “Well,” you began, “I thought I had found a lead...on my mom’s killer.” Liam, tired as he may be, continued listening. “I was out, like, all day following it. When I got home, about an hour ago, I ran into my dad. He yelled at me for looking into it, saying ‘the past is the past’ and I argued back, of course. Things got intense and he told me to get out.”

You glanced away from Liam, not interested in seeing his reaction as you looked about the house. His parents weren’t around so you could only assume they were probably asleep. “Uh, sorry...that that, uh, happened.” Liam definitely didn’t know what to say to you but you didn’t blame him. You offered a smile in response. “You can stay in my room, just don’t be loud? I don’t think I’m allowed to have you over...at two a.m.”

“Probably not,” you mused as Liam led the way to his room. You trotted after him, almost immediately collapsing onto his bed once you saw it in your line of sight. “Ah. Comfort.”

“Yeah, okay,” Liam sighed softly to himself as he sat down at his desk. He wiped his tired eyes as he watched you toss and turn onto his bed for a moment, before going still. Presumably, you were falling asleep. Liam spun around in his desk chair for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should get up.

The only reason he even answered the door was because he had been in the kitchen to get a drink of water. Now he had you in his room and no water. He leant his elbow on the arm of his chair, resting his head in his hand as he too drifted off.

———————————

Liam was startled awake by sounds coming from the kitchen. His eyes darted to his empty bed and the wide open bedroom door. Instinctively, he scrambled to his feet and dashed into the kitchen to find you sat on the kitchen counter.

A package of chocolate chips was laid beside you and a large bottle of vodka in your hands as you stared at Liam like a deer caught in headlights. Liam’s eyes went wide as he whipped his head toward the clock and back at you. “It’s six o’clock!” He yelled in a hushed tone.

“Yes, it is!” You yelled back, mimicking his tone. You shook your head as you began to unscrew the lid to the vodka. But Liam snatched it from your hands before you could finish. “Hey!” You exclaimed with a pout.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!” Liam scolded you as he adjusted the cap and went to put it back where his parents had kept it. You stuck your tongue out at him as you grabbed the cookies. Liam, once again, took them from your grasp.

You gasped aloud. “I could punch you right now,” you hissed as you hopped off the counter and reached out for them but Liam stepped away before you could. “I haven’t eaten like anything, all day! Besides cereal!”

“Can you be quiet?!” Liam asked desperately, glancing down the hall fearfully. He didn’t want his parents to wake up to find you in the kitchen, that wouldn’t go well for sure. You narrowed your eyes at him as you crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for the return of the chocolate chips. “Wha-what are you even doing out here? You were sleeping.”

You scoffed, “I haven’t slept in ages.” Suddenly your tone went from childish to something much more cynical and dark. Liam looked at you with evident concern. “Not since I’ve begun looking into my mom’s death anyway. The cops never found anything. You can’t tell me that’s not weird.”

“Well yeah, but Y/N-“

“I know she was killed for a reason and I’m willing to bet it had something to do with the supernatural. I just need to figure out how,” you explained with a small shrug. Liam looked over you for a moment before jutting the cookies out toward you. Your eyes lit up. “Are you letting me have them?!” Liam’s eyes widened. “Quiet. Right,” you smiled, lowering your tone as you trotted down the hall back to Liam’s room.

Liam followed you, shutting the door behind you both. You took a seat on the edge of his bed, happily munching on the cookies. “You’re going to have to be out of here by noon. My step-dad will be at work and my mom has to go shopping and-“

“Sorry for stealing your bed, by the way,” you cut him off. “I ended up just stealing your bed and I didn’t even sleep. I tried and then I was just on my phone for...four hours? Wow, sorry,” you muttered apologetically as you extended the cookie package out to him. “Cookie?”

“Oh, thanks.” Liam took a cookie as he spun around in his chair for a moment. “Maybe Scott and Stiles could...look into your mom’s murder? I’m not saying they could do a lot but Stiles is always kind of ready to solve a mystery and if it’s the supernatural-“ Liam trailed off, noticing the grin you were giving him. “W-what?”

“You’re sweet,” you told him, almost not noticing the blush on his cheeks once you had said that.

“Well, I just...Y/N...you’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

(Teen Wolf x reader)

summary: You wanted a normal life, this isn't normal.

warning: reaincarnation, death, mention of death, overpowered reader, mentien of yn, no name to the reader, maybe poly relationshipes, blood.werewolf. some Angst. Futur Spoliers, for both the series and movie. Some changes in the story. First time writting about teen wolf, some characters are out of character

Chapter 1: Not so broken promise.

_You promised!

You looked at God, for the first time since you had become his messager to the "New world". No, not like the old one, where you used to live, a new earth. An earth that hasn't been destroyed by humans, not yet at least.

You were to protect his favorite beens the humans, from all the other creatures that lived inside and outside the planet. That humans didn't known about, and shouldn't know, no matter the consequences, in exchange he would give you a normal life, somewhere in another dimension.

You didn't care where to go, you just wanted a life,no fighting, a life where you can be selfish. Where you can buy a cottage near the ocean or forest, and maybe start a family, adopt a kid or two. You don't want to get marry so adoption was you solition.

_I know, I know...but..

His voice was inside your head, and you didn't know if it was a female or male. All you you could get from it, was how tired it was.

_but what?

You were tired too, but did you stop, NO, you fought for centuries until the humanity was able to protect itself, and he rewarded by trapping you inside a cube, a fucking cube....You know now how Morpheus felt like.

_but you are my best soldier!

The earth benith you start shaking, and you knew he stood up, or maybe just his hands that moved in frustration.It would have scared you, and it should had,if you weren't blinded by rage.

_I never signed up for this!

True you never signed for any of this, one day you just woke up, and boom you become God's soldier. Three years later he come and ask you to do the dirty job, killing and turtoring. The first time you engaged in a fight, you come back bruised and at the verge of death, and the more and more you continue, the more powerfull you become , making you lean more into your sadistic part, and that when God come again, and offored something you had were greedy for.

Money.

It started with money, and when you were bored of. He offered to give you a family,and the more time past the more you start craving something normal, and God given it to you, except peace, that was the only thing God couldn't give you. The peace to wake up and not have to fight, and you should have known better than to beleive him, when he promised to let you go, once the humans are able to protect themselves.

The power you hold was immense and unbreakbale but to God, it was nothing.

He could have taken it anytime he wanted,so Haven't he?

You shacked you head disapointed, and soon as you meet his "eyes" you found youself doubting him more and more.

Was the devil right, when he said that God was not what you were seeing. At that time, you called him liar, because at that time centuries had passed, and God, who you saw as a friend was the only thing that didn't leave, die, or change.

Now you found yourself, believing the devil over your "friend". Maybe you should have listened to him, and killed yourself. Instead of getting your heart broken, so loudly, that all heaven could hear it. Just like how they can hear him break his promise.

A loud sigh could be here. Before thunder and storm start to pick up.

_FINE!

He screamed, waving his hand encouraging the storm to get stronger, and if it wasn't for your power, you would have been flying like the little angels...poor them.

Seconds passed, and you closed you eyes waiting for punishment for standing against God. No one defien him, no one dared to, and you just did.

Once the storm calmed, you opened your eyes to find yourself, in the middle of a living room. Your dream living room.

Your face light up, as a smile starr to grow more and more, to a point where you face start to hurt, but you couldn't help it.

Jumping around you inspeckted every peace of the room, before running like a headless chiken to see the other room.

There was one kitchen, six bedroom, and each had it own bathroom and balcony. A garden with it door open to the kitchen.

OMG You were jumping around, shringing.

THIS WAS YOUR DREAM HOUSE!

And it was no longer a wish or a dream!

You couldn't beleive it.

_Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You kept screaming, thanking God, for keeping his promise.

Maybe he really wasn't a liar, after all!

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

Being Liam Dunbar’s older sister would include...

{Requested}

Being Liam’s older sister would include...

You being two years older than him

Being extremely close

Comforting him when his I.E.D. got bad

Always making sure he took his medication

Cheering for him during his lacrosse games

Confronting Brett when he acted to him like a dick

Even if you had a thing for him

Transferring to Beacon Hills High as well to support him

Being in the same grade as the Pack

Quickly befriending Lydia and Allison

Quickly catching feelings for Scott

But once you found out he had bitten your brother, all hell broke loose

Being rational about it, however

After you were done lecturing the shit out of him

Accepting his werewolf side without thinking twice about it

Smacking him whenever he claimed he was a monster

Him not even batting an eye, since he was far too stronger than you

And like, a foot taller as well

Him not being totally okay with your relationship with his Alpha, at first

Getting more used to it as time went by

Eventually Scott being the only one he trusted with you

Being his anchor

Giving him advice on how to approach Hayden

Giving him relationship advice in general

Letting him borrow your car keys

Playing video games with him and Mason

Helping him with his homework

Being protective over him and vice versa

Liam climbing to your bed whenever he has a nightmare

Stroking his hair, knowing it calmed him down

Him falling asleep in your arms

Not keeping anything secret from each other

Very tight, and long hugs

Scotty Doesn’t Know – Liam Dunbar x McCall! Reader

Request by @sweetestdolan: Can I request a Liam Dunbar imagine where the reader is Scott’s little sister and they’ve been sneaking around and it’s based off of the song “Scotty Doesn’t Know”

Song recommendation: Scotty Doesn’t Know - Lustra

I hope you like this! 🌼

A/N: Turns out I love writing for Liam. Send requests!

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x McCall! Reader, Scott McCall x Sister! Reader, McCall Pack x Reader

Warnings: none, I think.

Word count: 773

It was a little after midnight at a school night, which meant that you should probably have been asleep. That wasn’t the case, though- you had a little something to sort out that went by the name Liam Dunbar.

You had low-key developed a crush on Liam since you first laid your eyes on him. At first, you just liked him for his appearance- you found him a hottie and an adorable cinnamon roll simultaneously. He was in your grade, so you had a few classes together; and this is how slowly but steadily, your feelings grew stronger as you got to know him better.

Liam felt the same; however, he wouldn’t confess to you. It wasn’t that he was stubborn- he was rather shy and lacking self-confidence- he never thought that you’d like him back. It was only when Scott gave him the bite, that he grew more attached to you. Scott later explained to him that it was perhaps because you were his anchor. He actually liked the idea; you were always sticking together, so if anything happened, you’d protect each other- which meant he had fewer things to worry about.

Given all that, plus the fact that neither his little sister nor his Beta could lie to him; he was well-aware that you were dating. You simply weren’t aware of it, just yet.

“Goodnight, love you,” Scott whispered, trying not to ‘wake you up’. He placed a kiss on your forehead and tucked you in, then proceeded to leave your bedroom.

The moment he closed the door behind him, you threw you blanket off you and quickly but quietly got up from your bed. Coast is clear, you texted Liam, but didn’t bother waiting for a reply. As soon as you unlocked your window, he stepped in your room.

“Hi,” he said softly, kissing your chick. You smiled, wrapping your hands around his neck. He grabbed your waist and reached for your lips. “I missed you,” he muttered in-between kisses.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, leaning your head in the crook of his neck, exhaling his cologne. Liam drew patterns on your bare skin underneath your shirt and felt you relaxing with his touch.

As your kiss deepened, Liam picked you up and carried you to your bed. You lied on top of him, grinding slowly against his crotch. He let out a hushed growl as he caressed your butt, and you smirked at his eagerness.

Liam started kissing your neck lovingly, making you let out muffled moans. “Shh, Y/N,” he cooed, sucking on your sweet spot. You punched him lightly on the chest, warming him not to leave a hickey. He then paused, waiting for you to take off your shirt. He copied your actions.

All of a sudden, the lights in your room flicked on. You instantly shot a sitting position and hurried to cover your bare chest, whilst your brother, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, and Mason walked in on your making-out session.

“Ha, I knew it!” exclaimed Stiles, staring at a blushed Liam, and patted Scott’s shoulder. Lydia let out a scoff, as she took out of her pocket a fifty dollar bill and handed it to Mason. “Don’t doubt me again,” he smiled at her sweetly.

Your eyes glued to your brother’s, not daring to say a word. You expected him to snap at you for keeping your relationship with his Beta a secret for such a long time. Instead, an amused grin appeared on his face.

“You didn’t really think I didn’t know, did ya?” he asked, making your brush deepen. “Y-you knew?” you stuttered, avoiding eye-contact. He laughed, “Dude, seriously. I could smell your chemo-signals from miles away,” he stated.

You mentally cursed at yourself, for not having thought about it earlier. “So, you’re not mad?” Liam questioned, hiding his face on your shoulder. “Why would I be mad?” Scott replied, “I don’t have a say on your personal lives, kiddos. I just want both of you to be happy.”

A small smile formed on your lips. It was stupid of you to think that your brother would try to prevent you from being with someone you loved. You knew that Scott’s loved one’s happiness was his top priority.

“Thanks,” you and Liam said, finally relieved.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for tonight,” Stiles, who tried to stare anywhere else but your exposed skin, ushered everyone out of the room, banging the door behind him.

Liam’s eyes met yours again, and you let out a giggle. “It was easier than expected,” you pointed out. Liam shook his head in agreement, still blushing hard. “Definitely.”

Y/N: do you trust me?

Liam: no.

Y/N: smart man-

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

Liam: Is this a pickup line or a threat?

Y/N: Both.