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Can you do an imagine we're your a hunter and you fall for liam, but you can't be together bc hunters can't date werewolves and liam ask scott for advice but he tells him about Allison - Anon
“We can’t do this,” She spoke, her frail arms wrapping tighter around me.
I rubbed her back and she sighed into my neck. “I know.” I replied.
I pulled away from her,and she put her head down right away. I sensed the nerves from her as soon as my arms no longer encircled her. I placed my fingers under her chin and gently lifted up. Her face was soaked with tears.
She immediately pushed my hand away and turned around, walking further from me. “Y/N,” I sighed.
“You don’t need to see me cry.” She sniffed. “Please just go.”
I walked over to her, and looked at the side of her face. My sight was limited and I could only see the glassy texture of one tear rolling down her cheek.
I put my hands on her hips, and kissed her left shoulder. “Look at me.”
She tried to shake her head, but I demanded again. “Look at me.”
She turned ever so slightly, so I took it upon myself, controlling her movements and forcing her body to the side.
Once again and pulled her chin up, and this time she didn’t push me away. She just stared up at me with wide, watery blue eyes. “You should go,” She repeated.
I just nodded to her, because I knew that I needed to go. Her father might catch us any moment.
I replaced my hand so they were resting gently on the sides of her face, holding her jaw. “I love you.” I told her.
I couldn’t be more honest about my feelings for her. I loved her. With every ounce of my being, I was in love with her. I didn’t care if I was only sixteen, I knew what we had, and what I felt was real. I couldn’t control how my pulse would race when I’d see her, or how my hands would suddenly start shaking.
Her pulse raised when I said the words, as did the corners of her mouth, the tears that soaked her face seemed millions of miles away when she smiled like that. When she said it back to me, her pulse stayed steady. “I love you too,”
That was all I need to hear, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. Her hands went straight into my hair, and I lowered mine to her hips, pulling her as close as I could.
Every emotion that the two of us were feeling was poured into one touch of the lips. Overbearing sense of love, with a small amount of anger, and it made for the perfect last kiss.
She pulled away and distanced herself from me, looking down as the words fell from her swollen lips. “Bye, Liam.”
I didn’t respond, instead I took one last look at her, before I hopped out the window.
I don’t know how long I walked for, but it had to be at least an hour. The sky was dark, and my phone kept on vibrating, but I ignored it. The more I walked, the angrier I got.
Soon, a blue jeep pulled up beside me, and Stiles spoke quickly. “Get in Liam.”
I got in the car, slamming the door as hard as I could before running my hands frustratingly through my hair.
“We’ve called you like eight times.” Scott told me.
“I know.” I responded, keeping my head down.
“What’s going on?” Scott asked. “Why are you so angry?”
I didn’t answer, I just tried to keep the rage from boiling over. I rocked back and forth, and grabbed harder onto the seats.
“Liam.” Scott repeated, “What happened?”
He waited for a few moments, and then Stiles spoke. “Is he gonna have an I.E.D meltdown in my jeep? Scott if he starts wrecking anything you’re paying for it, because you’re the one who gave little angry beta Liam wolf powers.”
Stiles’ comment only made me more pissed off, and I could start to feel my claws coming through.
“Stiles shut up,” Scott groaned, before turning back to me. “Liam, tell me what hap-”
This time I cut him off, my angry coming out in the form of my voice. “The hunters fucking happened, okay?” I didn’t usually swear, and I was a little surprised when Stiles didn’t make any remarks about me being too young to say that word.
“Hunters?” Scott questioned.
I nodded and pulled my feet up onto the seat, resting my elbows on my knees, and putting my head in my hands.
“Y/N.” I started. “Her family are werewolf hunters, and we can’t be together because of it.”
I was surprised when both of the boys started to laugh. I looked up at them, and they smiled at me.
“Liam, being a hunter doesn’t mean shit.” Stiles laughed.
“It does if it means her dad wants to turn me into a rug.” I replied.
“I had a girlfriend, her name was Allison.” Scott started.
I nodded, I remembered the pack talking about her at different times.
“She was a hunter too. And we somehow managed to make it work. She decided that she didn’t want to be the same kind of hunter that her family was. She wanted to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. That’s all Y/N needs to do Liam,” He told me, a small smile on his face.
I immediately pulled my phone out of my pocket, I clicked on Y/N and I’s conversation and typed in the words, “We can make this work.” Before sending it, and opening the door.
“I’ve got to go.” I told Scott and Stiles, sprinting down the street.
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Y/N is antsy because Liam hasn’t asked her to prom yet...
“Maybe you should just ask him?” Emma suggested.
You scowled at your best friend. “I am not asking him! I don’t have the guts to!”
“Well what if he doesn’t ask you?” She said, leaning against your locker.
“I don’t know... We’ve been going out, and we’re not seeing other people... Why wouldn’t he ask me?”
She sighed and gave up. “Well if he’s going to, then he should hurry up. Because I’m tired of you yapping about it all the time.”
“Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly. “I’m just nervous.”
“I know.” She scoffed. “You’ve said that about 453 times.”
“I love you?” You told her, hoping she would ease up.
She rolled her eyes and laughed at you. “Of course you do,” She paused and then spoke again. “What do you think of me taking someone from a different school to prom?”
You furrowed your brows at her. “Um, I think why not? People do it all the time.” You replied.
“Good.” She stated.
“Who were you thinking?” You asked her.
“Brett Talbot.”
“He asked you?” I exclaimed.
“No,” She smirked. “But I’m going to ask him...” She backed away from me, a big smile on her face.
“Good luck!” I called to her.
“Thank you!” She yelled back, strutting down the hall.
Sometimes I wish I had Emma’s confidence. She had no problem when it came to asking people out. She was almost never rejected either.
I was interrupted by a bunch of quiet whispers behind me. I turned to find Liam’s friends stood in a straight line. Once they saw I was looking at them, they hushed and smiled at me.
I smiled back, “Hey, guys...”
“Hey,” Scott replied, nonchalantly.
“Hi, Y/N.” Stiles said.
I looked over all of their unreadable faces. Lydia, Kira, Malia... I had no clue what they were doing...
That’s when I saw Liam. He was walking towards me with a large duffel bag over his shoulder. My heart rate picked up when he stood in front of me.
I said nothing, I just raised my eyebrows.
Then Liam unzipped the bag, and tipped it upside down. Tons of lacrosse balls fell out, black writing was scribbled across all of them.
Once they had all fallen out, I bent down to pick one up. I turned it in my hands to see what was marked on it, and my mouth dropped open.
‘Prom?’ Was written across it in black sharpie.
I looked at Liam, who was beaming at me. “I finally got the balls to ask you to prom...”
You laughed and he smiled even bigger. “Will you go with me, Y/N?”
You threw your arms around his neck, catching him off guard. “Yes! Of course I will!”
“That was adorable!” Lydia gushed. The rest of his friends clapped and you grinned at them.
“I’m oddly proud of him,” Stiles commented.
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Y/N is a dancer, and she’s practising with her male choreographer, and Liam comes to watch… He get’s a tiny bit jealous when he see’s how the teacher get’s to touch her.
“You need to get your left leg straighter on your Russian, because your right looks fantastic and the other is further down. It looks uneven.” Evan told you.
You nodded and looked at yourself in the mirror. A thin layer of sweat covered your body. You were nearly dying with the amount of clothing you were wearing and it wasn’t even that much. A pair of black capree leggings, with a black sports bra, and a thin, sheer white tank top. Your hair was in a ponytail, and you were dancing barefoot.
“Try switching the jump around. Instead of coming in from the left, try coming in from the right, I think it might help.”
You nodded again, and moved to the other side of the room. You wiped your forehead, and took a deep breath.
“Go for it.” Evan spoke. “5, 6, 7, 8.”
With that you took off. You chassé’d to the right, took a step and then launched into the Russian. After landing, you planted your left foot then your right in a prepare, and spun into a double pirouette.
Evan turned off the music, a big smile on his face. “Amazing.” He grinned.
You sighed in relief and laughed a little. “Coming in from the right worked.” You acknowledged.
“That’s cause I’m smart.” Evan walked up, and positioned himself behind you. “I want you to finish this off with another chassé, then a double tuck, into a shenay, then jeté to the ground.”
You nodded and he took hold of your arm. “This needs to be super strong for your jumps, otherwise they’re going to look sloppy. Your shoulders need to be down, and arms straight.” Evan gave a little push on your shoulders, emphasizing his point. “And one more thing, about your Russian.” He moved his hands down to your hipbones. “You need to keep your headlights straight. Don’t move one hip to the lean of your leg.”
“Got it.” You nodded, and he stepped out of the way, starting the music again. He counted, and once again, you took off. Starting the routine over again, and finishing off as he said. Another chassé, a double tuck, into a shenay, then a jeté to the ground.
“Yes!” He shouted.
You laughed, and rolled over, just sitting for a moment.
“That was great!” Evan trotted over and held out his hands to pull you up, you grabbed onto them, and stood. “I think that’s good for today.” He spoke again. “Go home and get some rest, come back tomorrow, and we’ll add on.”
“Sounds good,” You said, heading for the door, Evan following. “See you tomorrow.”
When you stepped out of the room, you were greeted by your boyfriend, Liam. “Hey, Li!” You smiled, although you were confused as to why he was here.
“Hey babe,” He replied giving you a kiss on the head.
His language was dually taken note of. Babe? he rarely called you that… Something was up.
He tried to pull you in for a hug, but you stepped back. “I’m all sweaty,” You told him.
“I don’t care, give me a hug.” He demanded. It sounded like he was trying to joke, but it sounded a bit harsh as well.
“Why’d you come?” You asked him, ignoring his widespread arms. He was acting strange…
“I wanted to watch you dance, is that alright?” He questioned. “I thought maybe I’d walk you home…” Liam dropped his arms to his sides, and looked at you angrily. “Am I not allowed to do that for my girlfriend?”
He was getting mad now, so you decided it was better to drop all your questions and not argue with him. “Yes, you are.” You smiled at him. “That’s lovely, thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his torso, and he gave in, hugging you back.
“Ready to go?” You asked.
“You bet.” He replied, pulling away from your hug.
As you walked out of the studio, Liam grabbed onto your hand. This was also a little strange. He wasn’t one to hold your hand often, or show any kind of PDA, he saved that for when you were alone.
“Are you alright, Liam?” You asked him, hoping he’d tell you what was going on.
“Yeah, completely fine.” He smiled.
You just nodded, and walked in silence for a few minutes.
Once you were getting close to your house, Liam spoke up. “You’re a great dancer, Y/N.”
“Thanks, Li.” You blushed a little, and he laughed.
“Maybe I’ll come watch some more of your classes.” He noted.
“Okay, I don’t mind.”
“So, your teacher…” Liam trailed off.
“Oh yeah, Evan?” You asked. “He’s great.”
“I bet.” Liam murmured incoherently. “Do the rest of your teachers touch you like that too?”
That’s when it dawned on you. Liam was a little jealous. You nearly laughed at his remark, but you just nodded in response.
As you stepped onto your porch, Liam spoke again. “Don’t you have any female teachers?”
“Mm, nope.” You unlocked the door, and stepped inside, closing it after you and Liam, deciding to play with him a little. “Just boys.”
“Oh.” He tensed a little.
“Liam.” You said, and he looked up at your smirking face. You stepped closer to him, and once again wrapped you arms around his waist. “Are you jealous?”
“What?” He almost yelled. “Of course not. Why would I be?”
You raised your eyebrows at him, and he sighed. “A little I guess.”
You giggled, and he pulled away from you. “Don’t laugh at me.”
You bit your lip, and held in your laughs. “I’m sorry, but you have no reason to be.”
He just rolled his eyes, so you spoke again. “I said you have no reason to be.”
“I know.” He gave in, “But I just don’t like it when he gets to touch you like that.” Liam placed his hands where Evan had earlier, and squeezed a little. “These are mine.” He moved his hands to your bum, and you squealed. “This is mine,” He said breathily, moving his hands again. This time it was to your hands. “All mine.” He brought them up to his mouth, and kissed them, making you blush. Then he pecked each of you shoulders, whispering again. “Mine.” And finally he got to your lips. “These are defiantly mine.” He grinned, before kissing you.
The next day, Liam walked you to class, and stood by the window to watch you dance.
You walked into the room, and smiled at Evan. “Hey,”
“Hey, Y/N!”
You put your bag at the front of the room, and Evan nodded towards the window, where Liam was staring down at his phone, but was probably listening intently. “That your boyfriend?”
You smiled. “Yeah, that’s Liam.”
“He’s got really cool eyes.” Evan noted.
You furrowed your brows at him. “What?”
“His eyes,” Evan said. “They’re really cool.”
“Oh, yeah… I guess.” You responded, a little confused.
“I saw you two hugging yesterday, he was looking right at me. His eyes are like bright yellow.”
Then you caught on.
You looked towards the window at Liam, he was already looking at you too, a sheepish grin on his face.
You just rolled your eyes, and sighed. “Oh, Liam.”
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Can you do an imagine where the pack all gets sick, like slowly then all at once not knowing what to do because they haven’t been sick in a while so they all meet at Derek’s loft to see what's going on, but its nothing fatal so they wait it out and then Liam and the reader get all cute and stuff?
“And I had no clue what to do, so I just guessed, so I’m sure I-” You stopped and looked at Liam, who clearly wasn’t listening. He was staring at the ground, a nauseous look on his face. His usual clear complexion looking paler than usual, and slightly green. “Liam are you okay?” You asked him.
“Hm?” He stuttered, looking up.
“I asked if you were okay…” You repeated. “You look kinda sick.”
“Na, I’m okay.” He tried to smile.
“Maybe you should go home…” You told him. “You really don’t look good.”
“I’m fine, Y/N.” He insisted.
You studied him once more, then decided not to argue with him. “Okay. Let’s go to English then.”
“Alright.” He agreed, grabbing his books and following you down the hall.
As you sat in your desk while the teacher talked, you couldn’t bring yourself to listen, your focus was more trained on Liam.
Every once and while you would glance at him. He seemed to be looking worse every minute. He rubbed at his neck while coughing, and you felt genuinely worried for him. And then half way through the class, he was asleep, head rested on his desk. And that’s the way he stayed.
When the bell rung, signalling the end of your third class, you watched as the rest of the class got up, and filed out of the classroom, while Liam stayed, sleeping soundly on his desk.
You walked over to your best friend, and sighed, a small smile growing on your face. He looked adorable. You couldn’t help but think how nice it would be to wake up next to that in the morning. There was no denying the massive crush you had on Liam.
You reached out and rested your had on his forehead, feeling the burning surface. Seconds later, he was awake, and taking hold of your hand. He grabbed your small wrist in his large hand, and you felt tingles fill the contacted skin. You nearly gasped, but you stopped yourself.
“You’re burning up, Liam.” You told him. “Go home, get some rest.”
“Maybe I will…” He finally gave in.
“Good choice. I’ll walk you to the nurses office.” You offered.
“No, go to class. I’ll be okay. I’ll call my mom.” He tried to smile once again, and your heart ached for the sick boy.
“Okay,” You nodded. “Feel better, Li.” You smiled, walking out of the classroom.
As the rest of the day passed on, you found yourself wanting to text Liam, just to make sure he got home okay, but you stopped yourself, knowing that he most likely did, and was probably sleeping now. When the bell finally rang, you nearly jumped out of your seat, excited to get home yourself.
When you got to your locker, the first thing you heard was a chorus of coughs coming from a couple lockers down, you looked innocently, noticing the culprit was Scott…
“Scott you okay?” You asked.
“Yeah I’m good,” He tried to push a grin the same way Liam did, but failed.
“Are you sure? You don’t seem alright. Liam went home earlier today because he wasn’t feeling good as well.” You explained.
“Really?” Scott asked. “That’s strange. We don’t usually get sick… I don’t know what’s happening.”
“You think this could be something supernatural?” You asked.
“Yeah, this has never happened.” He replied. “I’m gonna call Deaton.”
You nodded. “Good idea.” You watched as he held the phone to his ear, mumbling a series of words that you couldn’t exactly make out.
He hung up and you raised your eyebrows at him, “He doesn’t know what it is, but Derek’s got it too. He was there a half hour ago.”
“Oh man,” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Should I go and tell Liam?”
“Can you call him? Derek wants to meet at his loft in a couple minutes, I’ll drive you over. I’m gonna call Stiles and tell him to bring Malia too.”
You pulled your phone from your pocket and dialled Liam’s number. His groggy voice answered the other end of the line, and you smiled. “Hey Liam, can you meet the pack at Derek’s in a couple minutes? It’s important. Everyone is sick.”
“Yeah,” He replied. “I’ll be there soon.”
You nodded and hung up the phone, Scott flicked his head towards the door, and you followed him over to Stiles’ Jeep where they were waiting for you, a pale Malia in the passenger seat, and a worried Stiles beside her. The two of you hopped in, and Stiles wasted no time in speeding towards Derek’s.
You patiently looked out the window. There was a large pit of worry in your stomach. What if this was something bad? What if it was fatal? What if Liam was dying?
You looked at Scott, his head was rested on the window, eyes closed, his breathing even. The same for Malia. Light snores escaped her open mouth.
“You’re thinking it too, aren’t you?” Stiles’ voice startled you.
You knew what he meant. “Yeah. Of course I am.”
“It’s hard not to.” He commented. “What if they die?
“I know. They’ve gone up against the enemy so many times, and faced death so many times, It’s never even crossed my mind that they could go to something as stupid as a sickness. I always thought that if one of them did die, they would go fighting, knowing they’re life was at stake, ya know?”
“Like Allison?” Stiles’ whispered.
“Yeah,” You answered. “Like Allison.”
There was a few more moments of silence before Stiles’ spoke again. “Liam.” He stated. “Do you love him?”
Your eyes widened, and you nearly choked. No.Was the first thing that came to your mind. But it was no use lying to Stiles. This was a question he already knew the answer to.
“Yes.” You replied.
Stiles did nothing but smile, and for a moment you did too.
The Jeep pulled up in front of the big building, and you gently tapped Scott’s shoulder. He woke with a start, and then a cough, and muttered a thanks, before getting out of the Jeep.
You followed the three up to Derek’s loft to meet with him and Deaton, they were already waiting, standing against a table when you walked in the door.
Derek might have looked the worst out of all, his skin was sickly pale. He looked weak, as if he were barely living.
Stiles smiled at this, “Hey Derek,” He chirped, “Wanna arm wrestle? I bet I’ll beat ya now.”
There was no reaction, Stiles just spent a minute laughing at his own joke, and Derek glared at him.
You heard the door open behind you, and you immediately turned around, knowing who it was.
Liam shuffled in, grey and tired as ever, and your heart ached for him.
He stood on the other end of the line beside Scott, and you stomach sunk a tiny bit, as little of a deal as this was, you kind of wanted him to stand beside you.
“As you all know, sickness is not a common encounter for wolves. Most wolves go their whole lives without experiencing it, but no, it’s not impossible. What you all have is a virus called the ‘rapaces flu’, its a flu not known among men, only among the supernatural. As all of you are wondering, it is not fatal.”
You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, and looked at Liam, he was already looking at you, but when you met eyes, he looked away.
“It is highly contagious though, so to prevent the spread to other wolves, like Brett, or Satomi’s pack, I recommend you all stay here, and wait it out. It will be gone in 8-10 hours.” Deaton nodded, and headed for the door.
A few exchanges were made, but mostly everyone went straight for a couch. Derek was in his bed, Malia sprawled out on the recliner, and Liam was laying on the couch. Scott made a bee line for the love seat beside the door.
You smiled a little, and lifted yourself onto the table, and rested your back against the wall. Stiles came and sat beside you, and for two hours, while everyone slept, you and him exchanged pointless conversations, played countless games of x’s and o’s, and threw things at Scott while he slept.
“I’m kinda tired too,” Stiles yawned.
You smiled at him, and nodded your head towards Malia. He grinned and made his way over there, laying down on the recliner with her.
You decided to move too. You walked over to the couch, and looked at Liam, he was sleeping soundly. You sat down on the edge, and felt his forehead. Ice cold. You winced and felt grabbed his hand, ice cold.
This awoke, him and he moaned a little, making you almost lose your mind.
“You’re warm,” He said groggily. He caught your hand and held it for a moment, before running his own up your arm and to your neck. “It’s freezing in here.” He said.
“No, you’re just sick.” You giggled.
“Lay down,”
Your eyes widened. What did he just say? What did he just tell you to do?
“Huh?” Was all you were able to get out.
He laughed a little, his hand sliding down to your waist, pulling slightly. “I said lie down, you’re so warm.”
“O-okay.” You mumbled, laying down. Your back was to his chest now, and he immediately wrapped his arm around you, wasting no time in getting close.
He nestled his head into the crook of your neck, and stayed there for a couple seconds. “You smell good,” He mumbled.
Shit. You thought. He was just stringing you in deeper. You’re already in love with him, and here he goes, saying all this stuff and making you think that maybe, just maybe, he likes you too, but he doesn’t. And you know that. Because it’s Liam.
“I’m gonna go,” You say, getting up, tears filling your eyes. You didn’t need to lay here and be led on. It would hurt too much when he went back to flirting shamelessly with other girls tomorrow.
Liam furrows his eyebrows and pulls you back down effortlessly. “Don’t leave,” He begs.
You huff and wipe your tears quickly, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But of course he did.
“Y/N,” He said, “Look at me,”
“Huh?” You said again. Famous last words.
“Face me, now.” He demanded, not sounding sick anymore.
You groaned in annoyance, not wanting to let him see you cry, but you turned your laying body to face him any way.
He looked at you, eyes filled with concern. “Why are you crying?”
You didn’t say anything. You just avoided eye contact with him.
“Y/N,” He said again. “Tell me,”
You just shook your head. “No.”
He didn’t respond to this. He surprisingly reached up, and wiped the tears from your face. Then even more surprisingly, he kissed your cheek softly.
You shook your head again, “Don’t,” You said, pushing him away softly.
He furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you-”
You cut him off. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like you like me. Because you don’t. Don’t pretend like I’m your girlfriend, because I’m not, and it’s just going to hurt me in the end, so don’t do it.” You say, tears falling from your eyes.
Liam was appalled. He just stared at you for a couple seconds.
“I’m gonna go,” You said, again, but, again, Liam pulled you down. His time differently.
He yanked so hard that you fell on to him, connecting your lips. Your kisses you long, and passionate, and when you pull away, the wind is knocked out of you.
“What if I do like you though?” He said, out of breath, “And what if I want you to be my girlfriend?”
You just stare at him for a second. “Then I guess you can do that,”
This time, it’s softer, his arms wrap around you, and his lips attach themselves to yours softly. “I’ve loved you for so long,”
“Me too, Li.” You smile at him.