Interracial Imagines

Very Brave - Liam Dumbar

"Mom, dad, can I go hang out with my friends?" You ask your parents sweetly. Your mother and father are cuddled on the couch, watching Key&Peele (without you, even though it's supposed to be your family show), your father pausing the t.v. when you ask your question.

Yeah, you might be a super tough, super awesome werewolf whose team is in need of her assistance, but you are also a sixteen year old black girl with old fashioned parents who will not hesitate to pop you in the mouth for running out of the house with no permission and coming back at some ungodly hour.

"What will you and your friends be doing?" Your mom asks you with a lifted brow. "Oh, nothing much, probably gonna go to the library, sit down at the lacrosse field and chat a little, normal teenage stuff." You answer, trying to back away before any more questions can be asked. It feels as if every second you're smiling at your parents, your friends are out there getting beat down harder and harder.

"Are these friends girls or boys?" And there it is, the same question your dad asks every single time you say you're going to hang out with some friends. "It's girls and boys, daddy, there's gonna be a mix of us, really good kids, can I please go? Please?" Your mom slaps your dad gently, "It's the same group of friends she always hangs out with. Make sure you're home by eleven thirty, since it's a weekend."

There's no time to stand there, so you yell your love you's to your mom and dad before running outside. You don't even pause to get in your car, it's been ten minutes since Scott has texted you, so unleashing the beast, you opt for running to the woods.

You get there just in time to tackle a werewolf charging at Stiles, "Nice of you to get here, Y/N." He says, whacking someone else with his bat. Glaring at the boy, you help him out, "Well my options were get here late and live afterwards, or get here early because I didn't talk to my parents, but end up dead because they killed me after I got home?"

When Stiles rolls his eyes and swings at the girl you're fighting with, you scoff, "That's what I thought. You're welcome." Under the impression that all of the attackers are taken care of, you and Stiles continue your usual friendly banter, "Y/N, if I recall, the text said it was urgent." He says, now smiling in a teasing manner.

Before you can say anything, you're being yanked to the ground, claws digging down your leg and back. The scream that you emit notifies the rest of the team, but Liam is already at your side, taking care of the still conscious werewolf and beating him within an inch of his life.

Scott comes rushing over to you, "Y/N, are you alright?" You wave off everyone's concerns as you lean on Liam, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm gonna heal in no time." You slur as you unsteadily walk with Liam's help.

The pain though, it's just too much. You try to call for help, tell Liam that you can't put any pressure on your body anymore, that you're going to collapse at any second, but before any of that can happen, you black out completely, going limp beside the young beta.

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You shoot up into a sitting position on your bed, the pain waking you. Looking around your dark room, you see the sun just preparing to rise outside and notice that there's another body lying on your bed, and not just any other body, Liam Dunbar's body.

And, it is Liam Dunbar's arm slung carelessly across your waist.

All pain forgotten, you scramble out of your bed, waking Liam along the way. You see him open his mouth to talk but before he can you shake your head harshly, "Shut up!" You whisper out so you don't wake your parents in their bedroom downstairs.

Questions are running through your mind at a mile a minute, and spilling out of your mouth just as fast. "What are you doing here? In my room? In my bed? With me in it? How did you get here? Oh my goodness, how did I get here? What if my parents see you? Then we're gonna die. Do you want to die? I sure as hell don't. Is this a dream? Dear Lord, please tell me I'm just dreaming. Of course I'm not, because I wouldn't dream of dying, I don't do that. What were you thinking Liam? My room? My bed?!"

Now that you've stopped talking and have settling for painful pacing, Liam speaks up - in a whisper, of course. "I had to tell them. I was gonna sneak you in and up to your room, but the door was locked. I just wanted to stay a while and make sure you were okay, but they wouldn't let me up to your room, so I left and snuck up to your window. I was just gonna check your injuries, but I felt physical support would be better. Besides, it's not like we did anything, we just slept in the same bed."

Your mouth drops open at this, "Liam! Black people don't do that! Better yet, black parents don't play that! You've gotta sneak back out. Now. I mean like, right now." Efficiently terrified, the beta flails all the way to your window, before he can climb out of there, you grab his wrist.

He goes to ask if you're alright, but stops when your lips press into his cheek, making them dark red, "I wanted to tell you thank you, for risking your life for me. It was very brave."

No worries, LionessSister, your request is coming up within the next three days, including today. I didn't want you to think that I forgot your imagine. I definitely didn't 😊