obtained // liam dunbar
summary ; in which a particular person that liam can’t stand says something disrespectful about y/n and liam hears every word.
pairing ; liam dunbar & reader
warnings ; mild violence, swearing, making out
word count ; 2.3k
published ; 7th august, ‘16
stay safe + ily🐚
“What’s happening?” You asked, curiosity lacing your tone as you reached Scott and Stiles by the bus drop-in area; it was a home scrimmage tonight and due to the over-crowded entrance, you assumed that the opposing team had just arrived. What you didn’t understand was why the two juniors looked profoundly shocked like they had just seen Captain America strolling down the hallway. Apparently, it was a complete polar opposite of Cap having a casual tour of BHHS.
“Liam’s old school is here,” Stiles explained, nodding to something behind you.
“Devenford Prep is the opposing team?” Why didn’t anybody, specifically Liam, think not to tell you? You shook your head of unimportant thoughts and swiftly turned around to see your boyfriend, talking to someone whom you didn’t recognise.
By the looks of their facial expressions and the fact that Liam was quaking in rage; his fists clenched tightly in attempts to try and control himself, you knew that this boy was probably one of the many that Liam used to angrily complain to you about, therefore, you knew that this couldn’t be good at all.
“I’ve got it,” You muttered to Scott and Stiles, not waiting for their reply as you rushed over to Liam.
“-And it’s gonna be all your fault.” You only caught the end of the conversation but you had a feeling you already knew what this was about. You already knew about what happened at Devenford Prep with Liam destroying his coach’s car because you were the first person that Liam told after he’d done it.
The two of you had been dating for about a year and a half, you’d met at a party and instantly felt some kind of connection and had been together ever since. You both thought that going to different high schools would’ve been difficult for your relationship but after everything that happened at Liam’s old school, his mother and step-father gave him two other school alternatives and he immediately chose Beacon Hills because he wanted to be with you.
“Liam?” You called out once you had reached the middle of the crowd which had gradually formed; you gently took his clenched first in your hands, ignoring all the stares from everyone surrounding as you subtlety intertwined yours and his fingers together. “You need to calm down.” You whispered; standing in front of him to block his view but he just looked over your shoulder, not fully snapped out of his seeing-red, enraged state.
“Liam, look at me, babe.” His eyes drifted to your soft [y/e/c] eyes and he took a deep breath, his jaw unclenching and his glare instantaneously softening when he listened intently to your calming voice. You raised your eyebrows at him as if to ask him if he was okay now, Liam nodded slightly at you in confirmation.
But then the guy with the cocky smirk spoke up again, “Is this the famous [Y/N] that Liam used to talk about 24/7?” You turned your head towards the still unnamed guy, your eyebrows drew together in confusion as someone muttered something about you to him. His eyes widened in amusement as he laughed loudly, looking you dead in the eye, “Shit man, you’re right. She does, doesn’t she?” A couple other students from Devenford snickered as their eyes racked up and down your body.
You shifted uncomfortably under their stares as you turned back to face Liam, unsure about what to say but when you noticed how enraged he looked, you immediately wondered what his old classmates had said about you that made him this angry- certainly even angrier than before.
“What the fuck did you just say?!” Liam was practically shaking in rage, he stepped forward, an outraged glare in his eyes and his hand snatched out of yours as he clenched his fist so tight you were sure he would’ve drawn blood.
You rapidly moved in front of him, blocking his way towards the tall blonde as you put both hands on his chest. “Liam, stop.” You tried to get him to calm down once more but he was too far gone this time and you knew it, the look in his eyes was enough to tell you.
“I said, she does look like a huge slut, doesn’t she? She looks like the type who is down to fuck whenever and wherever. I like that in a girl.” Everyone around him laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, others kept eyeing you up and down and you even heard a few whistling at you as if you were a dog.
Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and your eyes widened at the false accusations, to say you were speechless would’ve been an understatement but your reaction was nothing compared to Liam’s. He moved past you in a flash and before you could try and stop him, he had snatched the tall, arrogant guy by the collar and shoved him with his werewolf force into the side of the bus which was still parked there, most likely leaving a vast dent in it.
Before any serious violence happened, Scott and Stiles instantly ran over, Scott used his true alpha strength to pull Liam off and dragged him past the crowd of people, some of who had their phones out: recording the situation at hand. Stiles finished up his ranting speech about god knows what and then the two of you ran after Scott and an extremely furious and out of control Liam.
When you and Stiles reached the locker room, Scott was already holding his beta under the cold showers but by the looks of it, even he was struggling to keep him under control.
Liam roared, baring his teeth and his eyes glowed a vibrant yellow as the two juniors tried to push him against the wall and under the freezing water. You stood in between both of them, but a fair distance away because if Liam fully succumbed to losing control, you couldn’t heal like Scott could - and Stiles was just stupid.
He went somewhat quiet for a couple of seconds; his eyes connected with yours and he stopped struggling against the other boy’s arms but as soon as Stiles asked the inevitable question, “Okay, are you calm yet?” Liam remembered what had happened all over again, the anger filling him up and ultimately spilling over the top as he replayed what they had said about you.
A roar escaped his lips, even louder than the one before and you knew that if you didn’t step up and calm him down, someone was going to get curious and walk in here looking for answers as to what was all the noise.
“Liam,” You started, stepping closer to him and he snarled at you but you didn’t back up or run away, you would never run away.
“Listen to me, those things he said- they’re not true and you know it.” Taking another step towards him, you gestured for Scott and Stiles to let go of him, they both looked at you incredulously but you were adamant that you knew what to say and how to calm him down.
“He’s not going to hurt me,” You told them and they hesitantly let go, stepping back a couple steps but not too far just in case they had to hold him down again. Growling at you, Liam’s eyes flashed with yellow again but you didn’t care, you put your hands on either side of his face and made him look at you, both of you getting absolutely soaked under the shower, you couldn’t care less, though, you thought with a smile.
“Liam, babe, breathe. Find your anchor, something or someone that makes you feel human and tethers you to your humanity, makes you feel safe, or just makes you feel happy in general, focus on it. If it’s a person, focus on how they speak, what they say, the way their lips move, what makes them happy, what makes them smile. Focus on the small details that you love about them. If it’s not a person-”
You stopped talking abruptly, the realisation of what Liam had confessed making you speechless. You thought it would’ve been an old friend or his mom, or step-dad and you felt ecstatic now that you knew the truth. You quickly noticed that Liam was back to normal now, his hands were now on your waist and his forehead resting against yours; the water still pouring down on the two of you but neither of you cared. You also noticed that Scott and Stiles weren’t in the locker room anymore, they wanted to give you and your boyfriend space to talk about what happened.
“Really?” You asked, surprise lacing your tone and a smile playing on your lips.
“It’s always been you, even when I wasn’t a werewolf. They told me in anger management that when I got too angry and wanted to punch something or hurt someone, to think of something in particular that would calm me down. It was always you.”
You grinned at him, the same sense of euphoria -that you always felt when with Liam- coursed through you, “I love you.”
“And I love you,” He smiled before pressing his lips to yours. You’d never get over the feeling you felt when he kissed you or vice versa, it always felt like the first time and even after a year and a half, you still got the same butterflies in your stomach, and the same warm feeling spread over you.
Eventually, you pulled away despite Liam’s childish protests. Laughing, you turned the shower off and glanced at your drenched reflection in the mirror
“I think I’m gonna need to borrow a top,” You giggled and Liam grabbed a spare, clean one from his gym locker and threw it at you; turning around so your back was to your boyfriend, you took off your soaked shirt and replaced it with Liam’s, not caring in the slightest that it reached down to your mid-thigh.
“Just ignore him.” You sang as you continued pulling Liam onto the lacrosse field to get ready for the scrimmage. He kept glaring at Brett -Liam told you his name just a few minutes prior- because the Devenford Prep player kept sneaking a glance over in your direction which angered Liam to no extent.
“How can I ignore him after what he said about you?” His jaw clenched and the glare from earlier was back and in full swing.
“Because you and I both know that was he said wasn’t true,” You replied simply, you knew Liam was more angry about what Brett called you more than you were, and you understand that Liam has trouble keeping his anger down and calm but you just didn’t want to talk about this right now. Not five minutes before the game, you didn’t want him to then take that anger out onto the field with him and hurt someone.
“Okay, so how can I ignore him when he and everybody else from Devenford Prep keep checking you out?” Liam then asked with a low growl and you wrapped your arms around his neck; having to stand on your tiptoes as you subconsciously played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“How about we show them that I’m yours and only yours?” You bit your lip and rested your forehead against his, Liam’s eyes darted down to your soft lips and then back up to your eyes.
“I like the sound of that,” He murmured with a small smile as he rested his hands on your hips, not caring about the fact it was basically PDA central over here.
“Is he watching?” You asked, a devilish glint in your eyes as you couldn’t help but smile at the proximity of the two of you.
Liam glanced over your shoulder before turning back to you and breathing out a quiet ‘yes’, you felt his minty breath hit your lips, making them tingle.
“Good,” You whispered, promptly smashing your lips onto his. Liam’s hands ran down your back, over your hips and landed on your ass to which you smiled into the kiss at as you ran your fingers through his hair: lightly tugging and earning a quiet moan from him whilst your lips continued to move in sync.
“Liam! Ass on the field!” Coach shouted and you both pulled away for air, but you kept your arms around Liam’s neck and his on your lower back.
The two of you looked over to Brett and saw him roll his eyes, grab his lacrosse stick and childishly stomp onto the field. It totally worked, you thought as you laughed and looked back to your boyfriend who was already smiling lovingly at you, making your cheeks flush but in a good way definitely.
“Good luck out there.” You grinned and pressed your lips to his again quickly: pulling away just as quick. Liam, however, pulled you back in for another one, almost like he just couldn’t get enough but you pushed him away playfully when Coach shouted his name once more.
You raised an eyebrow over at him and he chuckled, “Okay, I’m going. Don’t miss me too much,” He began to walk away and you shook your head at him, a small grin playing on your now-somewhat swollen lips.
Well, today was eventful, to say the least.