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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.”