Teen Wolf Imagines

Thank You // Liam #1

Requested by dunbxr-lixm

Plot: You're at a bonfire and you notice Liam is in trouble. You help him and the others and instead of thanking you he kisses you.

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You smiled at the sight of your friends, their drinks in their hands as they moved with the music. You were all here at school for the start of lacrosse season bonfire.

You occasionally joined your friends in the dancing but mostly just stood there, watching as the teenagers got shit-faced drunk. You found it quite amusing, how they wanted to go out of their senses around open fire- huge open fire.

Somebody bumped into you, spilling their drink on your shirt. You groaned.

"Shouldn't have drunk so much you idiot," you snapped at the boy as you slowly pushed him away from you.

You looked up to meet the baby blue orbs of the new star player of the lacrosse team, Liam Dunbar. He looked worried, his forehead creased.

"Sorry," he muttered distractedly.

You looked down to check the condition of your t-shirt when your eyes fell on Liam's shirt. A part of it was soaked in blood. Your eyes widened at the sight before you looked up at him again. "Are you alright?"

He looked at you, raising his eyebrows and you pointed down at his shirt. He followed your finger and visibly gulped.

"I'm fine," he said, but the groan that escaped his lips after said otherwise.

You grabbed him by his hand and began to pull him towards the school.

"What are you doing?" He asked, as he stumbled after you.

You didn't stop moving as you pushed the door open and walked into the school. "Well, obviously you need to clean that up."

"But-"

You cut him off. "Do you want to get infected?"

"I'm not- " But Liam stopped himself. Since he didn't bother to finish you didn't ask. You led him towards the boys' locker room where you knew Coach kept a first-aid box.

"Sit," You told the boy as you turned on the lights by the sink and looked for the first-aid box.

Liam hesitantly sat on the marble, wincing slightly at the pain. You quickly grabbed the box and looked for some antiseptic and cotton balls.

"Uh... Lift your shirt up?" You said to Liam.

He looked confused for a second before you nodded towards his shirt. "Oh."

You bit your lip as his abs came into view and you scolded yourself to pay attention to the task at hand. He lifted his shirt further up revealing a deep cut, blood oozing out.

"Why isn't healing already?" Liam muttered and you frowned.

"It's a cut. How is it supposed to heal so soon?"

Liam looked up at you before sighing and shaking his head. You began with wiping off the blood around the cut. You were about to dab on some antiseptic when you heard a loud growl from outside.

You froze immediately and looked up at Liam. He didn't look scared- more worried. "Shit," he cursed before hopping off the counter and heading to look outside.

You grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?"

He turned to you before pushing you further into the locker room. "Look, whatever happens, do not come out until I tell you to, okay?"