Liam’s behavior was erratic; resilient mood swings,
vanishing from pack gatherings, and avoiding attempts made to contact him via
social media sites, telephone calls and text messages. His unknown motive to
wedge distance in the friendship was disheartening, it’d been weeks since you
were able to have a proper conversation with him. Liam Dunbar had been your
best friend since Kindergarten, when he was obligated to transfer schools due
to his mental health induced outburst, you followed without question. When he
was bitten, transformed into a werewolf to save his life, you helped him find
control. There wasn’t a time when you weren’t there for Liam in his time of
need, but now, he was shutting you out without an explanation and it hurt.
Drowning out the pointless conversation, the meticulous printed text from the
History book was unread as you stare at the pages blankly. Concentration didn’t
come with ease as the idea of Liam being angered with you poisoned rational
could you do a liam imagine? But a little longer pls? In which i am also supernatural but really quite! And like someone is bullying me and he sees my golden eyes and tries to help me! And we get closer and fall in love! Really cliche i know but i love your writings😘 you really should publish a book some day💕
You yelped, slamming into the hallway wall as you bumped shoulders with Meredith.
God damn Meredith. She was Beacon Hills’ equivalent of Regina George: blonde, rich, and a bitch. Not to mention the fact that she utterly, completely seemed to hate you. You’d used to be friends with her, but you guys just stopped talking, relationship gradually fizzling out.
Of course, the guy you now liked, Liam, had to have walked by at that exact moment and seen what had happened. Everyone else in the hall was fighting back laughter, glaring at Meredith, or looking concernedly at you, Liam being a part of the third group.
“Sorry!” she chirped, mascara-caked eyes wide and innocent. “Try to open your eyes when you walk, Y/N!”
“Try to get rid of your herpes, Meredith,” you snarked, not in the mood to talk to her. Liam snorted from behind you.
Yes, mentioning her STD was a low blow, but then again, she’d done some pretty shitty things to you throughout your lifetime. Tripped you in PE and given you a broken ankle? Check. Spread rumors that you kissed your dad? Check. Had sex with your crush after she found out you liked him? Check, but he was the one who’d given her herpes, so it wasn’t that bad.
“At least I got herpes,” she smiled victoriously, not realizing her virginity joke had backfired terribly.
“Shit, I guess you win!” you grinned, nodding encouragingly, “You go get those STDs, Mer!”
Huffing, she spat her gum out of her diseased mouth directly at your face, the moist blob sticking wetly to your cheek.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” you screeched, raking the gum off from your face. Immediately, you felt your nails begin to grow, and your face heated up as your eyes began to flash gold.
Get yourself together before they see the real you, idiot!
Taking a deep breath, you retracted your claws and blinked until your eyes faded back to their normal color.
Meredith turned her head around to look at you, cronies on either side of her doing the same.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked primly, eyes wide and concerned, “You’ve got a lil’ something on your face.”
A devilish plan began to take root in your head. Something that involved a certain self-defense law and that can of pepper spray you had in your backpack. Thank you, mama, for making me carry that deterrent around.
Your eyes briefly flashed gold before you looked innocently up at her.
Liam and his friends started walking towards the two of you like they were going to step in. You had to act, soon, before they stopped you from taking your revenge.
“Where?” you asked, eyebrows theatrically furrowed as you angled your face towards the security camera in the top corner of the hallway’s ceiling. Meredith took the bait like a fat fish: greedily and unquestioning.
“Oh, it’s here, Helen Keller!” she cooed, overly-sweet as she reached a fist out (presumably for hygiene) to wipe the spit from your cheek.
As soon as her fist was less than an inch away from your cheek, you whipped out your pepper spray and shot that bitch’s eyes up with that shit.
Sobbing and screaming like a dying harpsichord, Meredith reeled backwards, collapsing on the ground in the fetal position as you made an “O” shape with your mouth, face still angled towards the camera while your eyes stared in fake fear at Meredith.
Laughter and gasps of horror echoed throughout the hall as you shrugged theatrically and held your hands up in the air towards the security camera. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Liam struggling to stop laughing while his friends were doubled over in fits of un-manly giggles.
Walking quickly away, you ducked into class and sat down in the back of the room, not wanting to attract attention to yourself.
The sound of a chair moving across the tile floor made you glance up. Catching sight of Liam, you smiled politely and looked back down at your phone.
“That was pretty brave. Back there.”
You looked up again, surprised that he was actually talking to you. The freshman star of the varsity lacrosse team, you, a typical wallflower, had a .003% chance of actually having a conversation with him.
“Oh, uh, thanks.” You smiled awkwardly before throwing all sense of self-preservation out the window. Not much of a reputation to uphold, anyway. “Kind of wanted to do that for a while, anyway.”
Liam grinned, scooting his chair closer to his desk.
“Kind of wish you’d given me a turn with the pepper spray. You just whipped it out and sprayed her in the face,” he snorted, cracking up. Blushing and smiling, you threw up your hands in protest.
“My mom makes me take it around!”
“Around Beacon Hills?” he asked, eyes wide and turned up at the corners, “To protect yourself against what? Todd the mailman?”
“Todd comes to your house too?” you gasped comically, “The dude with different colored eyes, right?”
“I think yours are prettier,” he grinned, staring directly at you. You raised an eyebrow.
“Brown eyes over his blue and brown ones?”
“I meant your gold eyes, Y/N. But I like brown, too.”
“W-what? Haha, who has gold eyes?” you stuttered, laughing forcibly.
“It’s cool,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “I just didn’t know before this. I don’t think Scott knew either. You should probably meet him.”
“Uh, what? Scott McCall, the junior?”
“No, the other one.” You stared dryly at him, as you already knew about Scott and his pack. They just hadn’t known about you. “Yeah. You should eat lunch with us today. If you want, I mean,” he added.
“Uh-huh…” you nodded, voice trailing off. God, Satomi was going to kill you. And Brett, for you letting Liam Dunbar, of all the people at Beacon Hills, find out. “Liam, I-could you not tell them yet? I need to talk to my alpha. Just to, you know, let her know what happened.”
He nodded vigorously.
“Oh, yeah, no problem. Just tell me if it’s fine, and if not, cool. No problem. Text me what she says. XXX-XXX-XXX.”
“I’ll try,” you smiled, still thinking about how Satomi was going to react. Probably not well.
“And if you ever need help or something, like full moons, you can text me. If you need anything, actually,” he stuttered, cheeks turning pink. “But you don’t have-”
“Liam,” you grinned, starting to turn towards the board as the bell rang, “I’ll text you.”
“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” -Eleanor Roosevelt
AN- So I sort of changed what happens in this because I quite literally just read an imagine with the same exact plot you requested, but I do hope you like this one!
I let out a loud and overdramatic sigh as I threw my book bag down behind the front desk, removing my sunglasses and shoes.
“Hello, Aurora. I take it your day was less than pleasant?” My grandmother, whose bookstore I had helped run since I was young, called out to me as she finished stocking the shelf nearest to me with books.
I merely groaned in response, earning myself a chuckle as she pulled her thick chestnut curls into a ponytail.
“I have to run a few errands, and I promised Melissa that I would drop her off dinner tonight at the hospital. Would you mind running the shop for me for a few hours? Scott will be dropping by shortly as well.”
I nodded at my grandmother, giving her a tight hug before she waltzed out the doors of the old bookshop that I loved so much.
The store had been my place of comfort since before I could even remember, its faint smell of books and freesia becoming my own. I loved it with all my heart, and worked here nearly everyday after school.
Many people will tell you that they love the quiet peacefulness of bookshops, but I will tell you differently. The shop was always bustling with people, the chatter and laughter and noise never failing to bring a smile to my face. It was a loud and lovely place, filled with color and sound.
It was home.
The light tinkling of the bells that I had picked out one winter evening with my grandmother indicated the arrival of a customer, and I swung my legs over the front desk to go and greet them, not bothering to put my shoes on.
A deep laugh echoed off the bookshelves, and I giggled.
“Scott McCall!” I launched myself into his large arms, the both of us laughing as we embraced each other.
He set me down gently, patting my head with a grin as he was much taller than myself.
“What brings you here today?” I asked, twirling my shamrock ring- a nervous twitch I had inherited from my grandmother.
Scott motioned to me, the semblance of a smirk on his face as I blushed.
“Hi, I’m Liam Dunbar.” I stuttered out, and the beautiful girl grinned at me.
“Everyone knows that. Lacrosse superstar freshman, and you sit behind me in Geometry. Aurora Asher, Scott’s cousin.” She stuck out her tanned hand for me to shake, which I did nervously.
“Everyone knows that. Complete genius, and Lydia Martin’s best friend.” I joked back, reluctantly letting go of her hand.
“Liam, Aurora already knows that your my new Beta. She knows everything about the supernatural actually, probably even more than me.” Scott laughed out, and Aurora winked at the two of us.
“And don’t you forget it! What brings you two here today?”
“We’re in need of some references relating to the shift. Dunbar here’s got an IED, and I want to see how his shifts will continue to affect him without having an anchor.” Scott explained, throwing an arm around my shoulder.
Aurora surveyed the two of us carefully, one hand placed firmly on her right hip. She nodded, turning around abruptly and Scott tugging me along to follow.
“I think I have exactly what you two need.”
We followed her down the winding aisles of bookshelves, the overwhelming scent of flowers and used books a refreshing change from the bitter smell of sweat and desperation that filled the high school hallways.
I watched her as she padded across the dark wood floors, her bare feet not ever making a sound.She was very careful to watch her step, constantly on the look out for stray books or a flat surface to trip on.
“We haven’t gotten a chance to talk lately. What’s been up with you?” Scott asked, a twinge of sadness in his tone.
“And whose fault is that?” She clicked her tongue disapprovingly, but her tone was light. “I’ve been fine. That Garrett kid won’t leave me alone, though. It’s a tad unnerving. Showed up at gran’s house yesterday with freesia and violets. How the hell does he even know where I live?”
“Oh, do calm down. I’m a big girl now Scott, tie my own shoes and everything. I can handle him. You have bigger problems to worry about, it seems.” She teased, and Scott frowned.
“Don’t forget that I was the one who taught you how to tie them, little A. I always have time for you.”
Aurora came to a halt, turning to face Scott with a smile.
“I know.” She kissed his cheek gently.
“Now! I believe this will help.” She pulled a thick, leather bound book of the shelf triumphantly, and blew the dust of of it with a grin.
She coughed loudly, and Scott and I laughed.
“Damn, I always forget not to do that.”
Scott’s phone dinged, and he dug through his pockets to look for it.
“Shit, Lyd’s got some new info on the deadpool and Stiles wants me there pronto. Can you watch Liam? He can’t control himself yet, and I don’t want him getting hurt.”
I nodded, ignoring Liam’s protests.
“Thanks Sleeping Beauty, I owe you one.” He kissed my cheek and gave me a quick hug, before turning to leave.
I turned to Liam, still clutching the worn black book.
“Would you care to read this together? I did more research on shifting than I care to admit, so I can help you if necessary.”
“Really? You’d help me?”
“Of course I would. You’re part of the pack now, Liam.” I smiled warmly at him, rolling my eyes good-naturedly at his confused expression.
“You know, I think you should wait to read this one with Scott. I think we have other things to discuss.”
I grabbed the taller boy’s hand, pulling him down aisles and towards a small clearing in the center of the store filled with plush couches and tables.
I turned the coffee maker on, and the gestured over to my usual table.
“I’ll be right over.”
I filled two cups with coffee, grabbing a plate full of muffins and cookies before heading over to the table Liam was rated at, taking the seat across from him.
“So, Liam. You’ve heard of a pack of wolves before I assume?” He nodded as I took a sip from my coffee mug, an eager expression on his face.
“Well, a group of werwolves is also called a pack. Except the pack in question can also contain other members, such as banshees or humans. Anyone can become a part of it. Scott has already introduced you to the other members of the pack. The only reason I was not there the night of the full moon is because I had… a prior engagement, so to speak. I only just returned from my trip two nights ago.”
I paused to take another sip of my coffee, and Liam quirked an eyebrow.
“What are you?”
I laughed, raising an eyebrow in return.
“I’m sorry, that sounded rude.” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“No, it’s not rude at all. Only natural for you to be curious. I find it rather amusing to make people guess, but I feel as if you’ve had enough games these past few weeks. I’m an omni-linguist, someone with the ability to understand any form of language. It’s nothing particularly exciting. I regret to inform you that I do not sprout fur or lose my mind on full moons… just words. It has come in handy at times, but unfortunately my lack of powers in the physical department has often left me side-lined in battles. I work behind the scenes… Stiles likes to call me a shadow.” I finished with a small smile, Liam hanging off my every word.
“And you, Liam Dunbar. I’ve met plenty of werewolves in my time, but there’s something different about you. You see, words are what connect people, so I suppose it’s only natural that I’ve developed a certain… fascination for people. They are puzzles, multi-layered and confusing. Much like have I have a knack for languages, I also have a knack for finding what makes people tick.” I raised my coffee cup to my lips, my golden irises trained on his entrancing blue ones. “But I can’t get a read on you.”
“I don’t think anyone can.” I sighed, swirling my coffee.
“Oh, none of that. When we pity ourselves, all we see is ourselves. When we have problems, all we see are our problems. We don’t see the good things in our lives. You have so much to be happy for. Do not allow the sadnesses in your life to detract from that.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, as I thought on her words. I think that was one of the best things about Aurora. She didn’t pressure you to talk, or do anything, really.
She didn’t pressure you to be more than what you were, or different. I had only spoken to her on a few occasions beforehand, but I had never felt as if I had to pretend to be someone else. She saw right through all those facades, and instead of tearing them down and leaving you exposed, she merely joined you under your little canopy. It was refreshing to find someone who didn’t hide their insecurities, but wouldn’t pressure you to do the same.
I looked up from my coffee to observe her.
She had dark blonde hair, braided with flowers as it often was. Even in the middle of winter, you would still find Aurora Asher with at least one flower in her hair. Her metallic gold eyes, reminding me of a lighthouse beacon, would not surprise me if they glowed in the dark. They were the fascination of many boys at Beacon Hills and Devenford Prep. Not that she knew that, as she was painfully oblivious to people’s affections towards her. She had the willowy build of a ballerina, but don’t let that fool you. She was one of the clumsiest people you’ll ever meet, her knees covered in purple bruises and elbows always blossoming hues of green and blue.
Her personality was a completely different story, a strange mix of poetic pessimism and outstanding optimism, a realist at times with the aspects of a dreamer coloring her tone. She wasn’t a paradox per say, merely a combination of odd traits that reminded me of a book I had read in seventh grade- Alice and Wonderland, was it?
She had once told our English class that there are two types of beauty. The one that smacks you across the face and is plastered on Magazine covers. And there is the type that grows on you. The one you don’t expect. The one that poets and authors write about. The eternal kind.
Aurora was mixture of both, a flower that bloomed a bit to prematurely yet grew around you like a vine and ensnared you, becoming the most beautiful and dangerous one of all in time.
My eyes trailed to her hand strewn across the leather book on the table, her neon blue nail polish chipped away. I contemplated my next move for a moment, steeling my nerves and building up my courage.
I reached across the table, and took her hand in my own.
She peered up at me, her eyes burning into mine- but it was a nice burn. Like the warm crackle of a campfire or the sun in late spring.
A small smile grew on her face, and she looked as if she wanted to speak, but she waited for me to initiate the conversation.
“Hm?” She hummed, her smile widening just enough to display her dimples.
“Can I ask you something? I mean, I know we’ve barely talked at all, and we only just- well, I’ve wanted to ask you this for a while now, but I get it if you- you know, maybe I’ll just-”
She rolled her eyes playfully, standing up.
“Dance with me?” She interrupted, effectively cutting off my ramblings which I was immensely grateful for.
“What?” I asked, in a state of confusion.
“Dance with me.” She repeated, pulling me up as she clicked a song on from her phone, which was connected to the sound system of the bookstore. (soundcloud link here)
Fix You by Boyce Avenue played as I placed my free hand on her back, her other hand going up to rest on my chest.
“Liam, what were you going to ask me?” She questioned, the corners of her mouth turned up in a sly grin.
I mulled over the pros and cons of telling her how I felt, fearing rejection deeply. Ultimately, I figured the pros outweighed the cons, and swallowed harshly.
“Would you want to go out with me sometime?” I asked, confidently looking her in the eyes.
She was quiet for a heartbeat.
“I’d love to.”
It took me a second to process her answer, but as soon as I did, I was ecstatic.
“Really?” I grinned, putting both hands on her waist as she slid he hands up to the back of my neck.
“Yes, really!” She grinned back, giggling as I picked her up and spun her around.
I put her down slowly, leaning down as I did so. Our faces were centimeters away from each other, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Can I… can I kiss you?” I muttered, my eyes still on hers.
Her lips met mine in a soft kiss, and I heard a curse from behind us that couldn’t make me pull away from the beautiful girl.
“Shit man, Scott’s going to kill you.” Derek announced loudly, making Aurora smile into the kiss.