hiiiiiii! I was wondering if you could do a Liam Dunbar fic? Something where the reader is a younger sister of Scott or someone in the pack and is always off in her own world doing weird things with little/strange logic as to why. And the pack love her but they’ve never truly understood the reasoning behind everything, but for some reason Liam just gets her (and has a crush on her). So when the rest of the group have to try and decode the thigs she says, Liam can just be like “oh she thinks we should do this for the mission”. Idk if this make sense but thanks :)
heyyyyyy i'm sorry this took me so long! i hope this is anywhere in the realm of what you were thinking, i rewrote it like a million times because i was just not pleased with how it was turning out. i love babyb protective liam and he would absolutely be the first to stand at your side and defend you and your actions
summary: after the bite, you were left in the shadows as scott's younger sister: weird, quiet, and left out for wanting be stay behind the scenes. but liam didn't think so. in fact, liam completely understood you, in ways you couldn't imagine.
cw: not much, a bit angsty as theo is an ASSHOLE, but it's just a lot of protective liam rushing to your side to make you feel better
being scott's younger sister meant a lot of things throughout the years. for a while, you were the popular one between the two of you. you had the good grades, you were good at sports, and if there was a mccall to talk about, it was you. but after the bite, things started to change. scott's attention and popularity were exponential, and you were left a bit in the shadows, a newfound social anxiety beginning to take hold as you watched him soar. through lacrosse, through a shiny new friend group, through everyone suddenly asking you why your brother was suddenly so hot. eugh.
you were the first person he told about the bite, even before stiles. you were there to help him through the rough nights, the times when he sobbed into your arms over not knowing what to do next. how to control everything, how to lead a pack. you stayed back as he grew, helping stiles with research and technical stuff in the background, concerned with how easily your brother threw himself at danger.
as time passed, you became the only one in the background, stiles taking the stage front and center in the pack and diving headfirst with the rest of the pack, despite being human. you didn't know how he did it, handled watching everyone get hurt over and over again, watching friends die right in front of you. it terrified you, and as soon as allison died, you put up a boundary that you definitely didn't want to be involved with anything on site. you couldn't handle that much pain.
so you got pushed back, as time passed. your research didn't matter as much, and you grew more reserved in what you shared. as pack members came and went, you were no longer a founding member of the team, but scott's weird younger sister who lurked in the background. you felt stupid, trying to involve yourself in any way at this point. you felt useless.
that was until liam joined the pack.
right from the beginning, you could tell liam was scared, too. scared of this new world in front of him, of watching his friends get put in harm's way over a fight that wasn't theirs. so you bonded quickly, turning to help patch liam up after fights, helping calm him down, and teaching him ways to keep from turning. scott definitely didn't need your help anymore, but liam was new to this, and he appreciated your nonjudgmental kindness towards him.
it didn't take long for liam to become head over heels smitten with you. he admired how you stayed back, helping how you could from home. he liked that someone was smart enough not to run headfirst into danger, taking their time to research things beforehand, despite the rest of the team giving you shit for it. sometimes after a mission, he would fake that an injury was worse than it was, just as an excuse to spend time with you. others made fun of him for it, wondering why on earth he would want to spend time with scott's weird sister, but he didn't care. he appreciated everything you did for him and wanted to make sure you knew you were an asset to the team. to him.
he was so thankful to have someone who also acknowledged how all of this is fucking insane, and he didn't feel as stupid for being overwhelmed by everything. so liam spent more time with you than scott after a while, going over your notes and research before each pack meeting so that he could help you present your work to the team. everyone brushed it off, especially theo, not understanding how anything connected or what it was even necessary for.
but liam understood. he understood that this was how you could help, while still keeping up some walls and boundaries. he grew to understand all your messy writing, how all the strings were attached and connected to each other. he helped you form your detective board that was similar to stiles', growing angry whenever someone would make fun of you for yours, but not the sarcastic brunette's version. he helped explain your messy and incomplete thoughts to everyone, knowing it was important information that you couldn't seem to articulate on your own.
liam was so grateful for you. and you were grateful to finally be understood, to feel like you meant anything to the team. not that scott made you feel like you didn't matter. he was a great old brother, but sometimes it was clear that you were just in the way. but liam never made you feel that way.
he made that clear one friday night as the team crowded in the mccall living room, anxiously trying to devise a plan against the dread doctors. everyone was at their wits' end, tired and hopeless as they searched for lydia. they hadn't had a lead in days, and it was wearing them down quickly.
you stayed on the staircase, listening from a distance with a pain in your chest as they talked about her. lydia was someone else who made you feel like you mattered to the pack, like you did anything worthwhile. and losing her? that was a hit that hurt, even from a distance.
scott shook his head, hands heavy on the back of his neck as he fought to find encouraging words for his friends around him. they didn't come. "i just don't know what to do. these guys aren't like anyone we've ever fought before."
liam wasted no time bringing up a solution. "i think we should talk to (y/n)."
everyone gave him a funny look, theo especially. "for what exactly?"
"she's the only one who's read the book. and she understands it. she's got like, twenty pages of notes about it and teleric currents. i really think if we let her lead this for a bit, we could put our heads together and figure something out."
theo scoffed at him, rolling his eyes. hard. "i tried reading the book, we all did. and it made no sense. honestly, i think it's a dead end and she wasted her time, and she's wasting our time, thinking it'll help."
"she's just trying to help," scott interjected, a bad taste in his mouth as theo talked about his sister.
"yeah well, she's not very helpful, now, is she? the book is just as confusing and pointless as she is."
liam immediately blew up in your defense. because how dare anyone say that after the nights you've spent up, reseaching and annotating this shitty book, looking for anything to help the team? how dare anyone insinuate that you aren't part of this team, and that you aren't pulling your weight? you might not be supernatural, you may not have the experience on the battlefield that stiles had as the other token human, but you cared. you cared so much about everyone here and how fucking dare they treat you like this?
everyone stared at him in shock, not knowing he was that protective of you. scott almost looked proud, though his face was clouded with his own sorrow and shame in how he'd treated his sister, who just wanted to help as badly as the rest of the team.
liam took a deep breath, claws digging tightly into his palm as he fought to control his breathing. he turned towards the front door, muttering a quick 'i need some fresh air' as he left for the porch.
he sat down on the steps, repeating the mantra you'd taught him just months ago, focusing on finding the sound of your voice. he'd never tell you, but you'd grown to become his anchor as time passed.
liam heard the front door creak, and he let out a frustrated sigh. "scott, i really don't want to talk right now."
"that's okay," your meek voice broke through his rage-induced haze. "you don't have to talk. i just wanted to say thank you."
liam's gaze shot up to you as he watched you take a seat next to him, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. you offered it to him slowly, a peace offering despite his horrible mood. "o-oh! i'm sorry, i didn't know you heard all of that. it's not a big deal, i didn't really do anything."
you gave him a soft smile, one that dropped all the stress from his chest in an instant. "you did. that meant a lot to me. no one's ever stood up for me like that before. no one's ever made me feel that... seen. or wanted. like i was doing something good."
liam took the blanket from your grasp, tucking it around the two of you and scooting closer. "you are. doing something good, i mean. i'm serious, i think the key is in that book, and i think if we all listened to you about it, we'd be a lot further than we are."
you leaned to lay your head on his shoulder, and liam was glad you weren't supernatural, that you couldn't hear just how fast his heart was beating from the touch. "well, thank you. i guess it's nice to hear sometimes."
he reached down to grab your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. "will you help us? please?"
you gave a small nod, and liam could immediately smell the anxiety on you.
"i'll be there the whole time, i promise. i'll even help you walk them through everything."
you raised his hand to your lips, giving the back a shy kiss as you nodded again. "okay," you gave in a meek voice.
liam returned the kiss to your hand, grinning as a blush took over your cheeks. "'atta girl."
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