Can you do a Liam Dunbar one where Scott and Stiles stuck him in the bathtub on the full moon and you yell at him and go to help him and make a beat on the tub to help him calm down and that’s how he finds out that you’re his anchor and he’s in love with you (oh and also the reader is scottish and she sing to him in gaelic)
Liam is a precious cinnamon roll I need to write more with him
Liam sat in the tub, freezing water pounding on his back.
“Try to find an anchor. Something or someone that keeps you grounded and keeps your mind off the change,” Scott encouraged.
“I can’t!” Liam yelled.
Suddenly, the front door slammed. “Guys! I brought snacks and soda for movie night!”
“Shit, (Y/N)’s here,” Scott whispered.
They heard you walking
up the stairs. “Guys?”
You knocked on the door. “What’s going on? Lemme in!”
“It’s not safe!” Stiles yelled.
“Bullshit!” you snarled. “Stilinski, if you do not let me in, I will kick the feckin’ door down.”
“(Y/N)–” Scott started.
“McCall, you let me in this bathroom right now!”
Scott opened the door and you stepped in, taking in the scene.
“Okay, first of all, what the hell. Second of all, why is Liam in the tub with the shower on? And it’s freezing! He’s gonna get hypothermia!”
“It’s a full moon and he hasn’t learned how to control the change yet,” Stiles said, explaining it like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Jesus fuck, okay, both of you. Out. Now.”
“It’s not safe!” Scott protested.
“You know what, it’s probably a lot safer for the person who didn’t stick his ass in a freezing shower. Leave.”
“Man, you’re mean for a sophomore,” Stiles whined.
“I’m Scottish. We are not a nice people. Get out or I will kick your ass.”
“Fine, we’re going.”
When they were gone, you turned the water off and sat next to Liam in the tub. “Hey.”
He clenched his fists. “You can’t be here. I’m gonna hurt you.”
You shook your head. “No you won’t.”
“You don’t know that!” he shouted.
“I do,” you said calmly. “I trust you.”
His breathing steadied slightly, but only just. “This isn’t having the desired effect,” he said warningly.
rolled your eyes and sat in silence, Liam struggling to find an anchor and not kill the girl sitting next to him.
And then you began to play a steady beat on the side of the tub. It was calming. Even more so when you
began to sing in a language he didn’t recognize.
As soon as you stopped singing, Liam felt the change stop.
You laced your fingers with his. “Better?” you asked, rubbing small circles on his palm.
He nodded. “Y-yeah. What language was that?”
She smiled. “Are you gonna be okay?”
He nodded. “I think so. Can you stay with me? I don’t wanna be alone.”
You smiled softly and nodded. “Of course.”
Liam felt his heart speed
up slightly and his cheeks grow warm. But it was different this time.
You put an arm around him and pulled him against your chest. You ran you fingers through his hair and continued to sing
under your breath.
As Liam felt your fingers in his hair and the small circles on his palm, he knew. You were his anchor and he was, without a doubt, in love with you.