wolfy one shots

liam dunbar + text posts p9

**i had orginally planned for this one to be happy but apparently my mind craves angst. Sorry in advance for how choppy/fast paced this one may seem I just wrote it all tonight within a couple hours

ALSO IM VERY VERY SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT, THAT WAS MY BAD AND I'LL TRY NOT TO MAKE THE WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE AS LONG

Text Post: do people miss me I can't imagine myself as a person others think about.

People that have to be involved: Liam**

Liam sighed as he sat alone on the roof of the Beacon High library, brooding to himself. His legs bent out in front of him and his elbows rested on his knees, he stared up at the sky, at the endless amount of stars up there.

He saw a couple shooting stars every once in awhile and even wished on a few. He didn't know if it was allowed, but he wished for different things for each one that shot across the sky.

He used the biggest one he saw, one so long he assumed that it must have touched their atmosphere, to wish for his parents back.

He wished on another that he could go back in time and stop the monster - chimera, he reminded himself, feeling a sting of pain shoot through his heart when he remembered Hayden - from killing his parents.

He actually wished on another that he had been strong enough to actually kill Scott and gain his alpha powers to save Hayden, but he instantly changed his mind, immediately erasing the very thought from his subconscious.

In a way to maybe reverse the one, he wished that he had never even tried to kill his alpha. His alpha who always tried to protect him, even while he could barely get a breath in without his inhaler, even when he barely had the strength to fight off a human, let alone another werewolf.

Liam sighed, trying to shake all thoughts of wishes and killing and murder and betrayal from his mind with a chug from a bottle of whiskey that he honestly couldn't remember where he got. He knew he couldn't get drunk, but the burn in his throat felt good. Like he was punishing himself.

He began to wonder suddenly why no one had come looking for him. He'd been gone for awhile now, did anyone even care?

Of course not, you're worthless, people don't care. Look at all the mistakes you've made, a nagging voice in the back of head told him.

He took another swig before asking out loud, to no one but the harsh wind biting at his face and arms, "Do people miss me? I can't imagine myself as a person others think about."

He jumped a foot in the air when he heard a voice answer him softly, "Of course people miss you."

He recognized the voice as Scott and for a second he had to convince himself that he wasn't just imagining the older boy. Liam couldn't bring himself to look at his alpha, instead staring at the glass bottle he held in between his outstretched legs.

"I think about you. Been doing it a lot lately actually," Scott continued, his voice cutting through the sound of the wind that Liam had grown accustomed to within the lonely hours up on the roof. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous to be up here with you right now," Scott joked with a small chuckle but there wasn't any humor in it. In fact, Liam felt a pang in his heart at the memory.

He didn't jump when Scott sat next to him, cross legged, his knee bumping against Liam's shin. Liam couldn't bring himself to talk, so he let Scott continue.

"You know, I think I would have done the same thing. If Hayden had been Allison, I-I would have gone ballistic, probably would have been worse than you," Scott kept his tone light, even though his words were hard.