hi :) could I request a liam dunbar fic. maybe one where the reader is coach finnstocks daughter and has gotten his blunt and determined attitude when it comes to sport (also of course his weird opinions). And everyone finds her intimidating, but for some reason liam really likes her and because of that she is aggressively kind to him (if that makes sense)
hello hello! i'm sorry for the wait, and i hope i did this prompt some justice! i haven't written liam in quite a few months and i have a lot of requests for him i'm working on, so i hope this is okay!
aggressive
liam dunbar x fem!reader
summary: you're a lot: determined, headstrong, steadfast, and it intimidates a lot of people around you. everyone except for liam.
wc: 1.2k
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you'd been called a lot of things. bossy, scary, aggressive. but liam didn't buy into any of it.
you were determined, in school, in sports, in absolutely everything you did. and that intimidated the people around you, gave them the impression you were full of yourself. everyone thought they knew who you were, putting harsh labels on someone they didn't know. everyone except liam.
he loved your drive and passion, the sparkle you got in your eye whenever faced with a challenge. you didn't run away from hard things, you ran towards them: full speed, directly into whatever lies ahead, and you didn't slow down until you'd conquered whatever it was.
you had economics with liam — that was where he first met you. you were the only one to would talk back to coach without repercussions, and it amused him. once he found out you were his niece, it made sense: the passion and strive for excellence you had. that fact alone made you ten times scarier to those around you, but he found that it brought a smirk his face. of course you had finstock in your blood.
it was a particularly stressful day, coach at his wits end preparing for the later lacrosse game and taking out his stress on each of his classes for the day. the room was tense, and everyone could feel it —especially liam. new to the team and to his newfound abilities, he sat at his desk, knees bouncing as he stared aimlessly at the worksheet in front of him. a voice drew him out of his thoughts.
"nervous, dunbar?"
he shot up to look at you in the seat next to him, face flushed as soon as he met your eyes. "uh... y-yeah. i guess you could say that."
you laughed, it seemed as though at him. "that's stupid."
"excuse me?"
you shook your head at him, "i said that's stupid. to be nervous. you're a great player, i saw you at the scrimmage. use those nerves and turn them into a drive to win."
though a tad aggressive, liam didn't mind. it was one of the nicest things anyone had said to him. and little did you know, he took your words to heart — for more than just lacrosse, too.
he found your words as a mantra, repeating in his head each time he could feel his heart rate spiking, trying his best to control a shift. anytime he grew anxious, his mind swirling at the possibilities and outcomes before him, he thought about what you said: use those nerves and turn them into drive.
after his first interaction with you, liam found himself longing for more, for any excuse to talk to you or simply be in your presence. everything about you was so strong, and your confidence was contagious. being around you made him feel good about himself, and you left him in awe each time you spoke.
he started to show up at your soccer games, cheering you on and watching you in your element. and holy shit, you were good. he'd heard how good you were, mostly in whisperings around the halls in a negative context, those around you assuming your pride was straight narcissism. but liam knew it was more than that, especially as he watched you play.
you were good, and you deserved to feel good about yourself. he waited after each game to tell you as much, not because you needed to know — you already did. but he wanted you to know you had someone in your corner, someone who wasn't afraid of you. someone who understood just how hard you worked, and made sure you felt seen.
as he started to hang around you more, the comments started to come his way, even from his friends. stiles drummed at the locker next to liam as he rolled his eyes, trying to locate one of his books.
"listen, i'm into dominant women too, liam. don't get me wrong. but she's just flat-out scary. i think my ego takes a hit just looking at her."
liam slammed the locker shut and turned towards stiles, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. "she's not scary. maybe if you talked to her, you'd know that."
stiles put his hands up defensively. "hey! i'm not trying to diss your girl, man. to each their own."
"she's not my girl. and she's really nice, you know? and she's driven, and passionate, and wonderful to be around. so, fuck off, would you?"
liam walked off before getting more heated, headed straight towards where you stood talking to lydia down the hall.
"i'll send you my notes, okay lyds? i'll see you later," you turned to give him a smile. "hey, dunbar. you look great today."
he blushed at your compliment, giving lydia a soft wave as she walked away. "giving the lydia martin notes? is there anything you aren't the greatest at?"
your smile was genuine, and he saw how your shoulders relaxed at his comment. "nope, i'm pretty much the best. did you get your results back on the econ exam? if finstock gave you anything less than a perfect score, i'm going to kill him for you. you worked too hard on this for it to not show."
he loved that you did that. aggressive, maybe, sure, but you were so supportive of him it hurt his chest. he'd never had someone so unabashedly in his corner, and you made him feel worth something.
"i got a 98%. he docked me two points for mispelling 'oligopoly', which, can he do that? he's not an english teacher." liam grumbled, embarrassment hot across his cheeks.
"that's the most ridiculous thing i've ever heard. he can't even spell 'definitely' half the time. that's insane, i'm talking to him." you shut your locker and gave him a chuckle.
liam tried to contain his wonder and infatuation, but it was nearly impossible to do. "god, you're so brave. you are like, the most fearless person i know, and it's so fucking cool."
you blushed, pushing him off with a nervous laugh. it was the first time liam had seem your resolve slip. he'd made you blush. he didn't know he could do that. "please, it's just my uncle. i yell at him for fun."
"oh whatever, i've seen you threaten prinicpal thomas over a thirty-second tardy. i'm pretty sure you're going to run the country some day."
you gave a full belly laugh, slipping your hand in liam's as you pulled him to walk to your next class. you moved with such confidence, the action itself seeming so obvious to you, but knocking all the wind out of liam's chest as he felt your warm hand in his. "president, huh? i like the sound of that. only if i can appoint you as vice, yeah?"
he gave your hand a soft squeeze, butterflies overtaking his stomach. "trust me, i'll be the first one to do anything you tell me to do."
you gave him a smirk, "that's what i like to hear."
