#thiamappreciationweek

[thiamsxbitch]

moodboard: fuck you for ruining love for me

It was supposed to be one night. Just one night that Theo was desperate to erase from his mind forever—after all, he wasn’t interested in another colorful friendship. Not anymore. He didn’t want any more problems than he already had. Liam, on the other hand, was up for this challenge.

@thiamappreciationweek

i didn't do anything for it, as i wanted, but it's been a while since i posted actual thiam content. so, hey, pretend this is a big deal :)

[wolfboy88]

For @thiamappreciationweek Day 7: Post-Canon

GOOD TOGETHER

“I’m not good for you, Dunbar,” Theo says, flicking his cigarette out with the toe of his shoe into the bitumen of the car park that he stole from one of the unconscious hunters, amongst other things.

Liam wants to laugh but he can’t, not after tonight and everything he’s been through, they’ve been through. The noise gets stuck somewhere in the back of his throat. Liam’s no saint either. Fist fights, property damage, expulsion, public indecency. He’s just lucky his mum’s a good lawyer and also it helps he’s friends with the Sheriff’s son and that Parrish is usually the one sent to deal with him when he’s uh… streaking on a full moon.

But Theo, he’s survived a skinwalker prison, the freaking Dread Doctors. Sure, he’s still dealing with his bucket loads of trauma, but who isn’t. He’s an arrogant asshole, smug and infuriating, on the best of times. Yeah, Theo isn’t good. Theo isn’t bad.

Liam thinks they can be good together. Somehow, they balance each other out. Sometimes. He has no idea why or how, they just do. He’s never been good at maths, at solving equations but he knows this.

“You’re right for me,” Liam tells him, the words tumbling from his mouth so easily it should scare him, but it doesn’t, not anymore.

Theo glares at him, green eyes narrowed and jarring, from where’s he leaning against his truck, haphazardly parked over three car spots in his haste. “Don’t be stupid Dunbar,” he says, his fingers twitching by his sides.

“I’m not,” Liam tells him, nearly snaps, and has to take a deep breath. He puts his hand on Theo’s chest, traces over the spot of his galloping heart. “I’m not,” he repeats softly, blue eyes shining under the hue of police sirens. “We’re good together.”

“We,” Theo says like he’s trying out the word for the first time and Liam wonders how it taste on his tongue, eyes flickering to his mouth for the second time tonight. “I’m not good Liam.”

Liam shrugs, grins a little. “Neither am I.”

Theo scoffs and rolls his eyes, fondly, and returns his grin, his gaze. “Asshole,” he says, voice warm, affectionate, in a way Liam wants to throw his arms around him and curl into him and never let go.

Liam just grins wider, closes the remaining distance, rising on the tips of his toes and kisses him like he’s been wanting to do for a very longtime now.

And now he can.

Now they can.

[wolfboy88]

For @thiamappreciationweek Day 6: Slice of Life

“Okay, I’m almost done with this essay. I just need to work out a few kinks,” Liam says, proud of himself for actually getting his assignment almost finished before the due date instead of like being a week late like he usual is.

“I like bondage,” Theo hums from his spot on Liam’s bed where he’s been reading one of Liam’s novels from his cluttered bookcase.

“Shut up!” Liam shouts but his concentration wains, the chimera’s words rattling around in his brain and conjuring up filthy images of Theo bound, and in leather. “Fuck!”

“I’m always down for that,” Theo teases, tossing the book onto the bed and smirks that sly smirk of his.

Liam growls lowly in frustration, his fangs threatening to elongate as he skin suddenly starts to feel hot and Theo’s smirk grows.

“You want to be top or bottom.”

Theo's words hang in the air and desire swirling within Liam. He tries to regain his focus on the essay, but the image of bondage and Theo's teasing remarks continue to distract him. Liam's mind races, torn between his annoyance at Theo's interruption and the undeniable connection and tension that has always simmered between them.

With a frustrated growl, Liam abandons his chair and pounces on Theo, pinning him down on his bed. Their bodies collide, and Liam's anger is quickly overshadowed by the raw intensity of their proximity. He can feel the heat radiating from Theo's body, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere.

"I fucking hate you," Liam mutters, his voice layered with undeniable fondness and irritation.

Theo's smirk only widens, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mmm, that throbbing bulge says otherwise," he taunts, his voice dripping with innuendo, not even fighting as the beta’s grip on his wrists intensifies and presses him harder into the mattress, a low groan emitting from the back of his throat.

Liam's frustration melts away, replaced by a surge of arousal that courses through his veins. He leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from Theo's ear. "You're insufferable," he whispers, husky and mouth full of fangs.

Theo's breath hitches, his eyes darkening. "Prove it," he challenges, his voice barely a whisper.

In that moment, all rational thought is abandoned as Liam's desire takes over. He crashes his lips onto Theo's, their mouths melding together in a passionate frenzy. Their bodies writhe against each other, a dance of desire and frustration, as they give in to the undeniable chemistry that has always existed between them.

Theo's hands roam Liam's back, pulling him closer, while Liam's fingers tangle in Theo's hair, deepening the kiss. The room fills with the sound of their ragged breaths and the intoxicating scent of their shared desire.

As their bodies move in sync, the boundaries between hate and desire blur, leaving them both lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. In that moment, the unfinished essay, and the outside world fade away, replaced by the electric pull and intoxicating connection that has always blazed between them like a wildfire.