wolfy one shots

liam dunbar + text posts p7

**okay I want everyone to know that I am super fricking proud of this. It's really long and I apologize for that but I feel like I can honestly say it's one of the best things I've ever written.

I really really really hope you enjoy it as much as I do**

Text Post: what I want in life: snuggles. What I have in life: struggles.

People that have to be involved: Liam

"Scott, get up."

"Stiles, I'm kinda busy with thi-"

"Scott, we have to go."

"Come on, dude, we have to wo-"

"Oh my god, Scott, shut up and come on!" the human interrupted, quieting his friend, who he finally gotten the attention of. Stiles grabbed his hoodie and shakily shoved his phone in its pocket. He rushed out of his room, not knowing or caring if Scott was following him or not. The call he had just got from his dad gave him enough panic to make his running feel more like flailing. He ended up hitting his bedroom door and almost knocking himself to the floor.

Scott had reached out to catch him if he fell but Stiles recovered quickly enough and raced down the stairs of his house. He yanked the front door open and jogged to his jeep and clumsily climbed in. Scott was out of the house and into the jeep definitely faster - and with less running into things - than Stiles had gone. The second he was sat in the jeep, Stiles shifted the gear into reverse and quickly backed out of the driveway, fast enough to give himself and anyone watching them whiplash.

"Stiles, what the hell is going on?!" Scott asked in a panic, gripping the seat belt he had just barely managed to get on with Stiles driving. "What's wrong with you?"

Stiles glanced at the werewolf with a worried expression. Scott saw a hint of fear in his eyes too which honestly, scared him. Stiles gripped the steering wheel tight, until his knuckles started to turn white. "I got a call from my dad."

Scott raised his eyebrows at his friend, usually Stiles only got mildly panicked when his dad called him during his shift. Right now he was in full on panic and Scott could smell his anxiety coming off him in waves. It made his nose crinkle a little by how strong it was.

"He said the station got a call about the death of two people. A married couple. That live on the same street as Liam. And in the same house," the more Stiles added onto his sentence the tighter his hands held the steering wheel. He almost missed a turn, momentarily forgetting where they were supposed to be going with all the other thoughts going through his mind.

Scott's eyes widened and it would have been funny under any other circumstance, but at the moment, all each boy could think about was the endless possible of what could have happened. Scott didn't press Stiles to talk more, he could sense what the other was thinking and he wouldn't make him say it out loud. He looked at the road ahead of them and remained quiet.

That's when Scott noticed Stiles wasn't driving to the police station. He had turned onto the street they took to Liam's house. Scott could already hear the faint sound of police sirens and ambulances. His own worry grew immensely as they neared the scene. His breathing was very erratic and uneven by the time they parked on the side of the road, not too far from the scene. Just close enough that Scott would be able to catch Liam's scent.

His eyebrows furrowed when he couldn't smell the beta anywhere in the area. He tried again to see if he hadn't just missed it. Scott's eyes widened again and he turned to Stiles, "Liam's not here," Scott said suddenly, making Stiles flinch and turn to stare at the other with a scowl.

"What do you mean, he's not here, he has to be here. Why wouldn't he be here? His parents just died, Scott, where else would he be?" Stiles rambled, his panic and concern for the beta growing with every word.