ᝰ NOTE — i’m so sorry it took me so long to write & i hope you enjoy!! (i lwk hate this though)
SUMMARY — liam is always trying too hard to impress you, but luckily for him, you find him it cute.
PAIRING — liam dunbar x stilinski!reader
“wait—y/n is here?” liam suddenly interrupted mason and corey, who have been trying to get liam ready and out onto the field for the past five minutes.
“yeah? she came with scott, said she was bored.” mason laughed, making eye conversation with corey. none of which registered to liam, who was now solely focused on you.
the other two boys were only semi-surprised to see liam get up and ready within a few seconds.
surprised? not really. intrigued? definitely.
he ran out of the locker room quicker than he ran away from supernatural enemies.
you, however, were standing on the side of the field ’casually’ searching for liam. originally you showed up to honestly help scott with his last day as assistant coach.
that, and you wanted more time with him.
wanted to hang out with your older brother figure, since your real older brother left already.
but the longer that practice went on and liam didn’t show up, the more you worried about him. what if something bad happened? since scott got bit in his sophomore year your mind always went to the worst case scenario.
aside from the supernatural, coach was getting pissed and threatening to not make him captain. which was just petty because the rest of the team is mediocre at their very best.
you watched as one of the team members shot the ball, going directly to the goalie. the goalie being nolan, you knew it would go in.
but in the last second, a boy you recognize instantly—even without his jersey number—comes in with a backflip to catch the ball.
coach is happy, screaming, “now that’s how you play lacrosse, mccall! who is that kid?” as if they weren’t wearing numbers. you stayed silent, watching liam run through the other players.
“no, coach, that’s liam!” scott explains, and you tune out the rest of their conversation.
once liam is successfully on the other side of the field, making the goal, he turns to you. some of the other kids praise him, some sigh because they were on the losing team, but he ignores them.
he waves to you instead.
“he’s really cool, huh? can do backflips?” scott teased you, also knowing liam would hear. you smacked his chest, hiding your smile.
“shut up.” you murmured.
scott chuckled, “hey, stiles told me i had to step it up while he’s gone.” you shook your head with a laugh, thinking about all of the times stiles would tease you about liam.
specifically every time he did something small for you, or tried to impress you.
like the time liam made you an impromptu flower bouquet while you guys were supposed to be searching the woods.
you were honestly looking, and liam was most of the time, but he saw multiple bushes of flowers and decided it would be a good idea to collect them. each time you guys passed flowers he pulled a few and added to a bundle behind him.
he was surprised you never noticed.
or at the very least, you didn’t mention it.
(you were completely oblivious).
when he gave it to you on the way back to stiles’ jeep, you smiled and gave him a hug that made him glad you didn’t have super hearing. his heart rate sky-rocketed.
“what is that?” stiles asked the moment you got out of the jeep at home, gaining scott’s attention as well. liam ran inside the second the jeep was parked, claiming he needed to use the bathroom.
you rolled your eyes, “flowers, obviously. liam picked them for me.”
stiles sputtered dramatically, “liam dunbar picked flowers for you? that’s cute.”
scott laughed it off after pulling a face at you, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. his silent way of teasing you just the same.
you shook your head. “stiles, stop. he was just being nice.”
“you like how nice he is, y/n?” he teased.
ignoring them, you walked past them and into the house. liam was in your living room, talking to the rest of the pack. distracted.
he looked up at the door opening and waved to you with a boyish, shy smile.
you smiled back and went upstairs to take care of the flowers. he never asked, but he later found out you tied the ends together and hung it up on your windowsill to keep them.
liam jogged over to you from across the field, stopping just short of in your face. “hey.” he smiled, saying nothing else.
you knew he liked you, and he knew you knew, but he didn’t know if you felt the same. he had confidence—always did—but it got even better after becoming a werewolf.
confidence in all but you.
he was never sure with you. how you felt, how he felt, what he should or shouldn’t do, what stiles would do if he acted on his feelings. nothing.
but he still continued to chase after you in a puppy-like way. maybe that was the werewolf in him, or maybe it was just liam.
either way, you adored it.
and you got equally as nervous around him, even if he couldn’t tell. you squeaked a small, “hi.”
scott watched the whole thing go down, ready to text stiles about it later.
another time, earlier that year, the pack was hanging out, trying to figure out issues with the dread doctors.
malia had just seen them when he was with tracy, and she was trying to explain what they looked like. she described as you drew as best as you could, letting her correct and tweak as you went.
while everyone was focused on that, liam was doodling on his own piece of paper.
nobody noticed, and he was thankful for that. he was making a small, messy drawing of you in that moment. your hair falling in your face, the drawing of the dread doctors, your fingers adorned with rings. all of the details he noticed.
he didn’t miss a single freckle.
“that’s not a dread doctor.” stiles stated flatly, looking over liam’s shoulder. liam flinched, crumbling the paper to hide it.
“what are you talking about?”
everybody could see through it. they could all guess what he was drawing.
and a few days later, when liam walked past you room, his eye caught on the drawing. flattened out and stuck to your corkboard.
he didn’t know that stiles teased you and made jokes for hours when he saw, but he saw that he made an impact in some way. and a bonus was you clearly didn’t think it was creepy, or it wouldn’t be displayed.
