(-Liam asking Scott for help on how to ask you out the first time because he thinks you’re perfect and is super shy about it)
-the pack constantly ‘aw’-ing at you two
-he needs to constantly be touching you, like holding your hand, having his arm over your shoulders, kissing you, etc
-double dates with Scott and Kira!
-older pack mates calling him ‘lover boy’ because he is just so in love with you
-him getting you flowers
-looooong hugs
-him holding your hand under the table in class
-wearing his jersey on game day
-being his good luck charm
-calming him down when he’s angry (probably by finding something that he could do to distract himself, like letting him braid your hair, he would become such a pro)
-lots of cuddles
-him being super protective of you
-him being super jealous when Brett or Theo talk to you
-having sweet pet names for each other
-dancing with no music (and him twirling you around)
-adorable playfulness
-dates where you get ice cream or coffee and walk around
-kisses in the rain because he’s actually a hopeless romantic
-baking things together and ending in food fights, laughter and kisses
-him looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world
-being an honorary member of the pack because he wants you to know everything because he would never lie to you
-jokingly planning your dream wedding together then things turn serious and before you know it, its a discussion about who the best man should be (team Scott)
-Stiles calling you “Mrs. Dunbar” (which makes both you and Liam blush furiously) (Stiles really wants to be the best man)
-nose kisses
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requested by (x) (i could go on all day about this ❤ Liam is my fav)
the only thing you could find to wear after your clothes were wrecked by monster goo was a hospital gown. it went to above your knees but it didnt leave a ton to the imagination. you awkwardly stepped out of the change room, both boys turned to stare at you.
they just stared. and stared…. and stared.
“ok guys now im getting uncomfortable.” you laughed awkwardly.
Liam dunbar scenario where him and the reader are in bed just talking and she starts tracing patterns on his stomach while they both give each other little kisses
can you 1 and 23 from the prompt list with liam dunbar
Morning beautiful! Can I take a number 31 with Liam Dunbar? Thank yoooou ❤❤❤
Prompts: (1) “Make me.” (23) “Come back to bed.” (31) “Stand back dear, I’m going to do something really stupid.” (34) “You know you love it.”
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Word Count: 915
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You heard the soft beat of Liam’s heart, smiling contentedly. His arms were tucked around your waist tightly, pulling you close, but you didn’t mind. In moments like these, you enjoyed the peace, relishing in the fact that you weren’t out fighting some supernatural creature, risking your life.
You were simply in bed, in the arms of the boy you loved, happy.
You felt Liam press a kiss against the top of your head, eliciting a soft giggle from your lips as your eyes crinkled in delight, Your hand, that had been once tucked around his stomach, pulled back, the tip of your finger softly touching the skin of his bare chest. Slowly, you pulled your finger back, tracing little designs and shapes against his skin.
Liam shuddered in response, and you grinned, leaning back to meet his eyes. “That tickle?” You asked, raising a brow.
Liam hummed in agreement, “but it feels good.”
You laughed, biting your lip as you focused your attention back on your hand, writing your name on top of his stomach. Liam watched with you with a smile, loving how beautiful you looked in that moment. You always did. But now, with no makeup, dressed in only one of his shirts and a pair of underwear, you radiated beauty in his eyes. Liam loved these moments, much like you did. If he could, he’d spend the rest of his life just here, with you.
“Spelling out my name?” Liam asked, raising a brow.
You nodded, biting your lip in focus. “You know it, Dunbar.”
“I love you,” Liam mumbled. Your tracing paused, and you glanced back at him, eyes filling up with warmth. Shifting forward, you let one hand fall on his cheek, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips. “I love you too,” you mumbled, before rolling back. You fell off his chest, head lulling to the side to glance at the clock. You huffed when you realized how late it was.
“Ugh,” you pouted, turning back over to Liam. “We should go to bed soon. I have cheer practice in the morning.”
Liam seemed much more pleased than you were, the arm around your waist curling once again to pull you on top of his chest. Leant on top of him, you rested your head in your hands, staring up at Liam who was grinning. “Can I come?”
You shrugged; “if you want. It’s at seven, so you’ll have to wake your lazy ass up.”
“I’m not lazy.”
“Yes, you are.” You laughed.
Liam only rolled his eyes, “but I can come?”
You nodded, “sure.”
“Yes!” Liam exclaimed, “i’ll get to see you in your work-out gear, doing flips and spins.”
You smacked his chest, rolling your eyes. “You’re a perv.”
“What?” He feigned innocence, “you look hot.”
Suddenly, a thought popped up into your mind. Eyes twinkling with mischief, you set your eyes on Liam’s. “I bet you couldn’t do a kart-wheel even if you tried.”
“I so could!” Liam defended himself, glaring at you half-heartedly. “It can’t be that hard.”
Your lips parted; “really?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “All you’re doing is flipping yourself over.”
Scoffing, you sat up, propping yourself up before Liam, and pointed your finger at him. “If it’s so easy, show me how to do it.” Liam paused, eyes narrowing as he regarded you carefully. You shrugged; “what? You’re the only that said it was easy. Well, if it’s so easy, do one.”
“Fine,” Liam huffed, swinging his legs off of his bed. You sat back, falling on your butt and crossing your legs before your leaning back, staring up at Liam. He hesitated, his hands shaking by him as if to prepare himself. With a confident smirk, he glanced back at you. “Stand back dear, I’m going to do something really stupid.”
“I’m sitting,” you reminded. Liam set you a look, and you yielded. “Fine, fine.” Scooting back, you nodded at him. “Go for it.”
One second later, Liam was flipping himself over, hands falling on the floor. For a moment, you thought he’d actually do it. But then, his legs, the moment they’d move to swing over, came crashing forward. Liam smacked into his wall, banging his knees harshly, as he fell face-first into his carpet.
You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. But the moment Liam gathered himself, sitting back up, you couldn’t help yourself.
Liam huffed, “it’s not funny.”
“It really is,” you chuckled.
Liam pouted, crossing his arms over his child. Pressing your lips together, you bit back your grin, shuffling back under the sheets. “Okay, okay, i’m sorry.”
“It hurt,” he whined, rubbing his knee. “A lot.”
“I know. You poor baby,” you teased.
“Whatever.”
A snort left your lips, and Liam huffed. “Stop laughing.”
“Make me,” you challenged, raising a brow.
Liam only sighed, shoulders falling. “You’re mean.”
“You know you love it.” Liam turned his head the other way, still pouting and you stopped, knowing you’d taken it a little too far. With a soft, sympathetic smile, you patted the spot next to you. “Okay, i’m sorry. Liam? Come back to bed.”
He glanced back at you, his eyes falling on the empty spot next to you. Pulling himself up to his feet, Liam crawled over to you, slipping into the bed with flushed cheeks. You shuffled close to him, hugging him. “If it makes you feel any better, I did the same thing.”
After a moment, Liam let a smile crack. “It does. A little.”
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Omg I am in love with your writing. Can I request a Liam Dunbar x reader where the reader is feeling a little hurt because he said some mean things when it was a full moon and afterwards he tried to make it up to her? Thank youuuuu!!
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Word Count: 466
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“Come on, Y/N.”
…
“I said I was sorry.”
…
“I really am sorry.”
“I know,” you mumbled, finally speaking up. Glancing up, you met Liam’s eyes hesitantly, almost unsure of yourself. “I know you are… it’s just…”
“I wasn’t myself,” Liam shook his head, taking a tentative step towards you. “It doesn’t excuse what I said, I know. But i’m getting better at it. Controlling myself on a full moon, I mean. And what I said…” Liam sighed, letting out a shaky breath. Now that you were looking at him, it was clear how much this was really eating at him.
Guiltily you hadn’t noticed before, too focused on your own self pity. But as you stared up at him, watching as his lips were curved into a deep frown and guilt flooded his gaze, you realized what he’d done and what it was doing to him now.
“I’m not mad,” you shook your head, glancing at your hands. Fiddling with your fingers, you bit your lip. “Am I hurt? Yeah. But i’m not mad at you. Despite what you said, I understand you weren’t yourself.”
Liam took a seat beside you, and you let him. You didn’t move away like you would’ve moments ago and instead, you turned to face him again, offering a small smile. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, “and when I said that I didn’t… it wasn’t true. I was just angry and the wolf inside me, the part I can’t control, was fighting to break through. It hurt so much I couldn’t think straight.”
Sighing, you raised your hand, letting it fall on Liam’s cheeks. “It’s okay,” you reassured, nodding at him.
“No, Y/N,” he shook his head, pulling your touch off of him. “It’s not. What I said w-”
“Liam,” you interrupted, reaching out for him again. Pulling his gaze back on you, you nodded at him. “You said it yourself, it wasn’t you. You didn’t have control. It’s okay.”
“But-”
“It’s okay,” you repeated, this time with a bit more force. “Now look, i’ve forgiven you. So you need to forgive yourself.”
Liam stared back at you in shock, as if baffled at the thought of you forgiving him so easily. “How?” He asked, confusion flooding his gaze. “How can you just forgive me like that? Especially after what I said…”
“Because I love you,” you said almost immediately. “And you said it yourself. You weren’t in control. It hurt, yeah, it hurt like hell. But I know you didn’t mean it.”
“I didn’t.”
“There you go.” You smiled, “I love you Liam and you love me. So it’s okay.”
Liam hesitantly nodded, the edges of his lips curling upwards ever so slightly. With a wider smile yourself, you let your thumb stroke his cheek, giggling slightly.
“You’re too sweet.”
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Hiii! Can you write an imagine where you are Stiles little sister (the same age as Liam) and one night stiles caught Liam crawling through the readers the window and he gets very protective but at the end he accepted the relationship? Thank you so much
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Word Count: 1,292
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A echoing knock pulled you from a musings. With your pencil still being held between your hips, you glanced up, looking in the direction of your window. Even though, in the back of your mind, you already knew who it was, you felt your lips curve upwards at the sight of Liam, pressed up against your window seal, grinning.
Pulling the pencil from your lips, you carelessly tossed in back onto your bed as you scrambled off of it. You rushed over to your window, wasting no time in unlocking the small latches on either side of it and pulling upwards. “Liam,” you called with a soft whisper, moving down once the window was up to greet him. Your face stopped inches away from his own as you smiled.
“Gonna let me in?” He questioned, smirking slightly.
You nodded, shifting backwards to give the boy enough space to sneak in. “You have to be quiet though,” you whispered. “My dad’s still at the station but Stiles is home. He’ll kill you if he sees you here.”
Just as you finished speaking, Liam appeared before you, the top of his head only inches above your own. Your lips curved into a smirk at the sight of him, glancing up slightly to meet his eyes as he smirked himself. “When exactly do you plan on telling him about us?” Liam asked, raising a single eyebrow. His hands came up, resting above your hips. “It’s been weeks since we started officially seeing each other, months since I started sneaking in.”
You shrugged, grinning defiantly as you took small steps back in the direction of your bed. “I dunno…” You mused, “I kinda like the whole secret thing. Gives me a rush.”
Liam chuckled at your enthusiasm, letting you lead him by hand as he shook his head. “While you may be right… I still would like to be able to hold your hand at school, or even kiss you…”
You giggled softly as you fell back, your head bouncing slightly as Liam crawled over you. Your hand followed him, wrapped around the curve of his neck as your eyes stayed glued to his own. Biting your lip softly, you let your thumb stroke his cheek bone. “I’ll tell him soon, okay?” You asked, “I promise.”
Liam nodded, one hand leaving your waist to rest beside your bed.
“But for now…” You began, smirking once again as your hands begun running through his hair. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have together now.”
Liam grinned, wasting no time in heeding to your words. In the next second you found his lips on your own, his knees resting on either side of your waist as his hands stroked up and down your body. You leant into him, enjoying the feeling as your nails scraped across his head, moaning against his lips.
As you both shifted, you let out a little groan of pain at the feeling of something poking your back. Liam pulled back, not unaware of your discomfort as you reached behind yourself, pulling out your pencil from earlier. Once you identified the annoyance, you groaned. “Damn pencil,” you muttered, chucking it away before returning your attention back on Liam.
He was already gaze at you with a soft smile, his fingers brushing back a strand of lose hair. “I love you…”
Your lips parted, surprise flooding you as you tried to find the words to say. Liam and you had only been dating for a few weeks, two months at most, and had yet to delve into the whole ‘I love you’, ‘I love you too’, thing. You definitely hadn’t expected him to utter it now.
Whatever you’d been about to say was interrupted by the sound of Stiles voice. “Y/N?” He called, “can I talk to…” Your eyes widen, panic flooding you as you before you could even get Liam off of you, at the least, Stiles flung the door open. His eyes immediately fell to you, and therefore, Liam as well, who was still crawled over top of you.
His eyes widened, and a dumbfounded expression crossed his face. “Him?” He mumbled, taking a step back.
Pushing Liam off of you hastily, you stood, fixing the strap of your tank top that had slid down your shoulder. Biting your lip, you glanced behind yourself at Liam, who now sat on the bed, looking away in discomfort and then at Stiles who looked like he was about to have a stroke.
“Oh my God…” Stiles muttered, hand falling to his forehead. “Why him? Why is this happening?” Your lips were still left wide open, completely unsure of what to say as you watched Stiles’s face slowly contort from confusion and bafflement to one of anger. Your eyes widened. “You little…” Stiles muttered, eyes stuck on Liam as he begun stomping forward.
“Okay, okay,” you mumbled, blocking Stiles’s path. He tried to side step you but your hands only fell on his hips, holding him back. “Nows not the time to be the typical protective older brother, Stiles. Okay? I’m old enough to have boyfriends.”
“But he was on top of you,” Stiles said, face contorting with disgust. “An-And kissing you…”
“Yes.” You nodded, stepping back. “That’s what boyfriends and girlfriends usually do.”
“But Liam?”
“Look, I don’t know if this is-” Liam started, moving to stand up.
“You,” Stiles growled, “shut up.”
“Okay, you know what Stiles?” You called, stepping in front of his path again and making his eyes fall on you. “I appreciate your concern, but there’s nothing you can do, alright? Listen, i’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while so I might as well just say it now.” Taking a deep breath, you glanced back at Liam briefly, meeting his eyes before turning back to Stiles.
“Liam and I have been dating for a few weeks now.” Stiles’s jaw slacked, “about two months. Since he got bit… and I really like him, okay? Really, really like him.” You paused, letting out a shaky breath as you felt your cheeks warm slightly. “I think I may even love him, Stiles… So i’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but please, just…”
Stiles’s hand fell on your shoulder, pulling you from your rambling. Glancing up at him, he softly smiled. “It’s fine, Y/N.” He nodded, stepping back in the direction of your door. Just before he left, he turned to Liam. “But if you hurt her, Dunbar, I will kick your ass. Badly. And get the hell out, because you’re not staying here tonight.”
You rolled your eyes but nonetheless said nothing. You were lucky Stiles was taking this as well as he was. You nodded at him, silently telling him to give you a minute as he shut the door.
The moment it was just you and Liam once again, you glanced down at your feet, unsure of what to say.
“You said it back…” Liam mumbled finally, causing you to spin around. Meeting his eyes, you flushed as he smiled. “I wasn’t sure… it just slipped from my lips earlier… but you said it back. You-You love me?”
“I’m not gonna lie,” you rubbed anxiously at the back of your neck. “You took me by surprise. But yeah… yeah, I love you too.”
Before you knew it, Liam had crossed the short distance that once had separated the both of you, his hands falling on your cheeks as he pressed his lips against your own. You immediately leant in to the kiss, smiling against his lip.
“Liam!” Stiles yelled causing the both of you to pull apart.
Chuckling softly, you bit your lip. “You better go before Stiles has an actual stroke…”
“Yeah…”
“I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
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looks like cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: scott mccall
looks like he could kill you but is actually cinnamon roll: theo raeken (fitE ME)
looks like cinnamon roll and is actually cinnamon roll: liam dunbar
looks like he could kill you and could actually kill you: derek hale
looks like he could die from eating too many cinnamon rolls: stiles stilinski
His eyes traveled down your body, underneath his, the red lace bra standing out covering your breasts. He sucked in a breath, your matching lips smirking as the blush rose onto his cheeks. “Want me to take control, puppy?” You whispered, not waiting for a reply; you pushed at his shoulders, you being stronger than him it was no problem.
You hovered his body, releasing your claws and scratching down his shirt, ripping it in half. You licked your crimson red lips, eyeing his defined abs, before kissing down them. Your lips against his chest sent shivers through his body, goosebumps jumping out and hairs standing up. “Oh my god,” he gasped, when your hand slid into the waistband of his boxers, wrapping them around his cock.
You’re about to head to the lunch table you share with your
pack when you notice that new freshman everyone’s been talking about.
You’ve heard his name is Liam and you saw him on the
lacrosse field at tryouts yesterday. He’s pretty amazing. Also, really cute.
So, you can’t help but wonder why this guy that’s got everything going for him
looks so dejected as he sits at an empty lunch table. He’s hunched in on
himself and his eyes remain locked on the table even as you find yourself
pulling out a chair across from him.
“Hi,” you say and he finally lifts his gaze to glance at
you.
“You’re one of Scott McCall’s friends, right?” He asks quietly, letting
his eyes fall back to the flecks of color on the tabletop.
“Yeah, I know Scott,” you agree. Apparently, that’s not the
answer he’d been hoping for as Liam hunches in the smallest bit more.
“Do you hate me,
too?”
“What? Why would I hate you?” You ask.
“Same reason Scott and the rest of the lacrosse team do?”
Liam guesses, shrugging his shoulders. “I thought joining the team would help
me make friends, not turn everyone against me. I’m sorry if your friends feel
threatened by me but… I was just playing the way my dad taught me to. Trying to
give him a reason to be proud of me for once.”
You find it hard to believe Scoot could hate anyone, least
of all someone that seems as sincere and lonely as Liam.
“I’m sure he will be,” you say, only addressing the last
statement because you have no idea what to say about the rest.
Liam glances up at you again and graces you with a grateful
half-smile. “Thanks.”
You sit in silence for a minute before you decide that you
and Liam deserve a much nicer introduction than this.
“You know, I think we should start over,” you suggest and
move to hold out your hand to him over the table. “Hi, I’m (y/n). I saw you at
lacrosse tryouts yesterday. You’re kind of amazing. Who taught you?”
Liam huffs out a cute little laugh and takes your hand,
shaking it lightly. “I’m Liam. Thanks for the compliment. My dad taught me.”
“Oh, really? I bet he’s really proud of you.”
There’s a spark in Liam’s eyes as he turns the full power of
his smile on you. “I hope so.”
It’s not perfect, this tentative new friendship. It’s not
unbreakable. But it’s a pretty damn good start.
Isaac can’t
stand it when you’re upset with him, especially when you won’t speak to him. It
doesn’t matter if you both start off angry. It doesn’t matter if it’s your
fault and you’re not speaking to him simply on principle. He doesn’t like the
silence that stretches between you. It gets under his skin in a way that
nothing else can until he’s coming back to you, desperate and eager for
reconciliation. And, of course, you can’t deny him when he gets like that. You
especially don’t mind the ‘reconciliation’ part.
Peter:
Peter
thinks it’s cute when you give him
the silent treatment. He laughs and asks if you’re giving him a “good, stern
not-talking-to”. You kind of want to smack him but it’s hard to stay mad at
someone that keeps smiling at you like that. Sigh. In the end, you almost
always cave even though you know Peter will be unbearably smug about it. And
the times you don’t? Well, Peter has other
ways to get you smiling again.
Derek:
Derek is insufferable
when you’re not talking to him. For someone who’s still a bit emotionally
constipated, he doesn’t handle it well when someone turns the tables on him.
Every time you turn around, he’s sighing heavily with displeasure. Honestly, he
basically turns into a sulky teenager. It’d be cute if it weren’t annoying. You
could end it yourself, but you’re just as stubborn as he is so you always hold
out until he’s the one coming to you. “I’m sorry. Now, will you just talk to
me?” He’ll ask moodily. You always turn to him, grin, and ask “What took you so
long?”
Malia:
The silent
treatment doesn’t really work on Malia. She doesn’t give you a single moment to
stew in your anger before she’s crowding into your space to suggest you work
things out some other way. It’s at times like this that you remember she was
stuck in her coyote form for years because this, the way she stalks towards you
and gazes at you hungrily, it’s primal. She’s always said that angry sex is
better than any other kind. With Malia, you’re inclined to agree.
Scott:
The silent
treatment never lasts for more than five minutes with Scott. He’s got that
kicked puppy look that tears you up inside and you know he knows it. He’s not
nearly as innocent as his adorable face would lead you to believe. You know he’s
playing you. But when that sunny smile of his replaces those pouty lips, you
can’t even bring yourself to care.
Kira:
The silent
treatment never last for more than three minutes with Kira. She’s got the same
innocent kind of face that Scott does but where he pretends to be hurt to win people
over with his puppy eyes, Kira is actually hurt when you won’t speak to her. The fact that you know it’s seriously causing her pain means that you can never
keep it up for long. When all is said and done, you’re the one that ends up
comforting her.
Lydia:
Lydia can
withstand the silent treatment for days. And
she gives as good as she gets. When she’s fed up with it, she’ll tell you to
stop being an idiot. You can’t fix anything if you don’t talk it out. And Lydia’s
the smartest person you know so you usually listen. But when it’s you getting
the silent treatment, nothing you say can get her to talk to you. Lydia only
does things on her own timetable. But you knew that when you fell in love with
her.
Allison:
You’re
not allowed to give Allison the silent treatment. She’ll keep talking at you
until you find yourself talking back. Allison has spent too much time in a
family where there wasn’t nearly enough talking and she knows that’s a big part
of what tore them apart. So, Allison insists on always getting everything out on
the table. No secrets, no hidden resentment, just truth. You’re never scared of
where your relationship with Allison will end up because she makes sure that
you’re keeping the lines of communication open. You can’t help but love someone
who refuses to let you fail.
Stiles:
Stiles
almost prefers the silent treatment to actually fighting. In a fight, you’re
just too good at frustrating him and making him trip over his words. Just
because you’re not speaking, doesn’t mean you’re not listening. Stiles uses
that to his advantage. He’ll try to make you see his side of the argument when
he’s convinced that you’re the one in the wrong. When he knows he is, he’ll
use the opportunity to apologize, slowly creeping closer, testing the waters to
see if you’re feeling forgiving. And let’s face it, when Stiles is offering
apology cuddles, you’re not ever going to turn him down.
Jackson:
Honestly,
Jackson resorts to using the silent treatment more than you do. When you’re
both angry, you have to wait for Jackson to cool off before even attempting to
speak to him again. But when he knows that you’re upset and it’s genuinely his
fault, Jackson turns into something resembling an actual human being. He’ll be
sweet and try to soothe you. It usually ends up working because it really shows you that hurting you actually hurts him too. You kind of love this
side of him that no one else gets to see. You know he’s a dick half the time but somehow, that didn’t stop
you from falling for him. And you think times like this might be why.
Danny:
Everyone
loves Danny. But that doesn’t make him perfect. In fact, his popularity is part
of the problem sometimes. Everyone wants a piece of Danny’s attention, leaving
little time for you. Danny knows he’s spent a little too much time away from
you when you won’t speak to him. He immediately feels guilty when this happens
and apologizes profusely. It throws him off because he isn’t used to being kept at arm’s length. However, you can never resist his charms for long, especially when
he promises you some quality time, just the two of you. Starting immediately.
It won’t always be enough, but for now, it’s a pretty good deal.
Liam:
Liam hates when you give him the silent
treatment. He huffs and acts like he’s going to return the favor. Crossing his
arms and turning away from you but he’s turning back thirty seconds later and
reaching for you before he thinks better of it. “Please, talk to me,” he pleads
with earnest eyes. It’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s looking at you like
that but you fight the urge to give in. “Baby, please.” That’s what always does it, that ‘baby’. You can’t stay
mad when he calls you that. You wonder how long it will take him to realize the
ace up his sleeve and you can only hope you’ll build up a resistance to it
before he does.
Erica:
Erica acts
unbothered when you give her the silent treatment. You aren’t really fooled
though because she stays close, always hovering nearby in case you decide you
aren’t mad at her anymore. Despite the confidence that came with becoming a
werewolf, Erica still has this underlying need to please, especially the people
she cares about. You try not to use that against her, even when you’re angry,
but you can’t deny that it feels nice to know that she’s waiting. You usually take
pity on her pretty quickly because making up always feels so much better than
not speaking to her.
Boyd:
You don’t
give Boyd the silent treatment. He’s so
much better at it than you. Why fight a losing battle?
A/N: Yet another one of @lazyneonmonster‘s ideas, but I decided to use Liam instead of Brett this time, since I think that Liam fitted more into this. But the more I think about it more after I wrote it, this could be about any wolf.
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