wolfy one shots

liam dunbar + text posts p8

**I love Lydia a lot okay I needed her in at least one of these. So have some little brother/big sister bonding stuff.

Please enjoy this cause I love it v much. I'm pretty proud of it, it I'm being honest.**

Text Post: don't ask me why I'm crying if you see me tearing up because there is a 350% guarantee that I will actually start crying really really hard.

People that have to be involved: Liam

"Lydia, oh my god, it's just one day. Please for the love of god, just take him."

"I'm not his mother, Stiles," Lydia responded nonchalantly with a patient yet slightly annoyed smile, as she applied mascara.

Stiles threw his hands up and ran one over his face, the other finding his hip, preparing himself for an argument, something he hated to do with Lydia of all people. His hand found his mouth and he began to chew on the hangnail on his thumb. A habit he couldn't seem to break. He shook his head a little and looked at the redhead, the hand on his face coming down to rest on his other hip, "Yeah, I know, because his died two freaking weeks ago."

Lydia rolled her eyes as she twisted the mascara applicator shut. Of course she knew about his parents. Everyone in the pack did. It's just, no one talked about it around Liam. She turned in her chair to look at her flustered and annoyed friend, "I was referring to you, mom." She said, putting emphasis on the nickname the pack had given him.

Stiles sighed and scratched his forehead, trying to keep his cool. He said with the most even tone he could manage at the moment, "I'm busy. Scott's busy, Allison's busy, Derek is busy. Everyone else is busy, Lydia, except you. So please, just help the kid out a little. And more importantly me. That would help me out a lot," he said yet she still hesitated, "Come on, Lyds, one day of little brother/big sister bonding time won't kill you."

"No," she sighed, "I guess it won't."

Stiles silently thanked god he'd gotten to her, "Yes, thank you, Lydia. Okay, he needs clothes, I know for a fact you can help with that. He needs a backpack and all that other basic school stuff."

"I don't see why you guys can't just give him your old stuff," Lydia said, standing up and turning to him with an eye roll. Stiles hated that eye roll.

He gave a glare, not really wanting to be rude to her, but it's like she didn't understand. She was smart, how could she not understand? "Lydia, do you not get the situation this kid is in? Both his parents just died in the same night within the same hour. His house, all of his stuff, every memory about his life feels like it's been poisoned to him," As Stiles explained the situation he could see sympathy building in her eyes. He knew she was smart, "Liam needs new things, Lyds. He doesn't need old hand me downs from us."

"It's just school supplies, Stiles..." Lydia said, though she knew exactly where he was he was going with this. Of course, they weren't just school supplies.

Stiles stared at her as he continued, "He needs new things that might not seem like much to us, but to him, they're what he's gonna build his new life on. You know, the new life were helping him build?"

Lydia crossed her arms and sighed, "Is he at Mason's right now?"

Stiles grinned, victorious. He did a fist pump sort of thing with his arm smiling at her. He took a step towards her, closing the gap between the two. He grabbed her upper arms and pressed a big kiss to her cheek. "Have I ever mentioned you're my favorite?"

"You don't have to mention it, we all just know."

"Oh, this is great. I love you so much right now. Okay, he's waiting for me to pick him up at Mason's right now so you should hurry. I'll text him and tell him there's been a change of plans," Stiles pulled out his phone and sent Liam a text while Lydia rolled her eyes.