#garriam

garrett and liam is so underrated so, ofc, I had to make something for them for this prompt 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

“Stop!” Liam yells, “Garrett, pull over!” 

He’s done this several times now during the roughly eleven hours they’ve been on the road. In the one moment, he seems close to falling asleep with his head against the window, but his attention can still be snatched away by the tiniest little thing far in the distance, and all of a sudden, Liam needs the car to stop so he can jump out of it with his camera in hand. 

So far, they’ve collected flowers that Liam claimed are rarely found in California and therefore, wanted to have at least one, which ultimately ended up stuck behind Garrett’s ear because he was helpless against the sunshine smile with which Liam put it there. In the early afternoon, they rescued an abandoned puppy that Liam would have kept but Garrett insisted on bringing to the nearest animal shelter. After that, he had to distract Liam with a sing-along at the top of their lungs so he would stop frowning, but Liam’s eyes never really lose their happy glow. 

Of course, just as all the times before, Garrett hits the brakes and brings the car to a halt at the side of the road, curious to see what Liam is up to now. If it was anyone else in the passenger seat next to him, Garrett wouldn’t be putting up with it, but it’s Liam. Garrett happens to be physically incapable of saying no to Liam. 

If it was anyone else, Garrett wouldn’t even be driving them across half the country, but Liam didn’t want to stay at his father’s alone. After years of silence, the two of them had only just gotten back to having a relationship. Garrett doesn’t know what that’s like, but he knows how hard Liam is trying to remember that everyone deserves a second chance, and he’s heard how many times Liam has reminded his father that he better not mess it up.

In the end, Garrett agreed to come along for moral support, and because when Liam looked him in the eyes, saying, ‘I don’t even know what to do without you for two entire weeks.’, he wanted to be there, even if “there” was in a strange man’s house and awkward moments were practically guaranteed. For Liam, Garrett would have endured way worse. 

“This,” says Liam, finger pointing at the horizon, “this must be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

Garrett tries not to smile too hard as he looks nowhere else but directly at Liam, who’s already halfway out of the car with his camera. 

Liam loves taking pictures. His bedroom at his mom’s place in Beacon Hills is practically wallpapered with them. You can find his whole family there, and every friend he’s made in his life. Every single city he’s traveled to has its place there, and every adventure. Garrett himself is glued to Liam’s wall hundredfold, and more than half of the captured memories belong to him as much as they do to Liam. 

What Liam is standing at the side of the road for, with the wind tearing at his t-shirt, is a sky that looks like it was painted. Bright yellow where it touches the trees and mountains, a soft orange that turns into pink, like cotton candy floating into the endless blue. The sun itself is already out of sight, and soon it will be too dim for Liam to catch any of the beauty of the sunset; Garrett knows this because Liam has complained to him a million times about how small the window to catch the sunset on camera is. 

Garrett gets out of the car, leans against its hood and simply waits, enjoying the view. Personally, he’s never been the type to try and make moments into something he can take back home with him. Liam does it because he falls in love with the world wherever he goes. What Garrett has fallen in love with can’t be captured, but it doesn’t need to. Hopefully, it will never be just a memory. 

Five minutes later, Liam lowers his camera and, by turning back around to face Garrett, returns to reality with a big smile on his face. “I already know where I’m putting this one. The colors - it’s just -” He stops and grins. “Sorry, you don’t care about this.”

“Don’t apologize,” Garrett says, reaching out for Liam’s t-shirt and tugging at it lightly until Liam comes closer. “I care about this.” Maybe not as much about the way the photo will turn out in the end, but oh, does he care. Garrett wraps his arms around Liam’s middle and rests his head against his chest. He cares so much it regularly overwhelms him and leaves him with no words to put it into. But when they stand like this, Liam’s arms around Garrett’s shoulders and his heart beating steadily where Garrett can listen to it, with Liam’s fingers stroking through Garrett’s hair and no distance between them, he knows that Liam doesn’t need words either. 

“You must be tired,” Liam says a whole while later, “you’ve been driving so much. We should find a place for the night.” He takes Garrett’s face in both hands and smiles down at him before kissing Garrett on the forehead, and then the tip of his nose, both cheeks, and finally his lips. 

With Garrett being genuinely worn out and Liam squishing his cheeks together, the kisses remain light and sweet. “Thank you for being here,” Liam whispers in between. 

“No,” Garrett whispers back, wrapping his hands around Liam’s wrists and turning his head. “Thank you for being here.” He closes his eyes and kisses Liam’s palm. 

Without feeling the need to take a picture - without even knowing where exactly they are - Garrett knows that right in this moment, he’s where he wants to be. Because to him, the colors of the sky don’t matter. All that counts is Liam’s hand in his own.

This one special boy's sound was quieter than that of most other people, a tiny little melody that still caught Liam's attention like no other.

Rules: share the first line of your wip and tag as many people as there are words in it.

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I have Many, Many wips but since this is the last thing I worked on, have the first line from my Garriam baseball au.

Even in the shade of the concession stand, Liam's shirt is sticking to his back.

OH MAN SAME!

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationship: Liam Dunbar/Garrett Characters: Liam Dunbar, Garrett (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Wedding Reception, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Blow Jobs Word Count: 2453

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17247665/chapters/42258797#workskin

Funny you should ask for this, because this exact story has kind of been abandoned in my docs for months.

Garrett wakes with a gasp and pulls himself up inch by inch into a sitting position. The sterile smell hits him first and that’s how he knows he’s awake, stuck in the hospital bed that has become all too familiar as of late.

It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

Maybe if he repeats it to himself often enough then it will actually sink in. The berserkers have been haunting his subconscious, never truly letting him rest since the day Violet died, since the day they attacked him.

Since they killed him, actually.

You see, Garrett was dead. The berserker that ambushed him from behind killed him.