wolfy one shots

liam dunbar + text posts p10

Text Post: You think you're real cute, don't you? Real fucking cute, right? I think so too.

People that have to be involved: Liam and Stiles

"Stiles."

"Not now, Liam, we're trying to finish this."

"Stiles."

"Liam, not now."

"But Stiles-"

"Liam, I'm sorry, but I can't help you right now. This is more important."

Liam gave up his hounding at Stiles last denial and slumped back in the passenger side of the jeep with a huff. He glared at nothing in particular, now thoroughly annoyed at the human. He had been sitting in the other's jeep for over an hour while Stiles talked to Scott and Derek about something they refused to include Liam in.

Stiles had agreed - more like insisted - to help Liam with chemistry tonight because Liam was currently getting a D- in the class. Although Stiles wouldn't have known about that if he hadn't of seen the In Danger of Failing letter that Liam had tried so hard to hide from both his real parents and his pack parents.

So far only his pack parents had seen it so Liam considered that a victory.

He told Stiles it wasn't necessary for him to tutor him, that he would get the grade up but Stiles didn't believe him and told him they'd be studying all Friday night.

Unfortunately, for Liam, Stiles had pack business to take care of that night also. So when Stiles got a call from Scott, barely 40 minutes into their studying session, Stiles had to leave to go discuss the problem with Derek and Scott. And being the curious little idiot Liam is, he had insisted on going with him.

And that's how Liam ended up frustrated, tired and alone in Stiles jeep, late on Friday night, desperately trying to tear the pack mom's attention to him. And more importantly, away from Scott and Derek so they could go home.

But Stiles wasn't listening to him.

Liam groaned and rubbed at his eyes with the palms of his hands. He was so tired, but Stiles was busy and wouldn't take him home. He needed to work, but he didn't know how to do anything. He was frustrated and there was nothing he could do about it.

At this point, Liam was almost positive the older guys had forgotten about him.

He growled at the air in front of him. His frustration was starting to get to him as the time ticked by, having to listen to his alpha's all talking about something that he didn't care about at the moment. He was angry at Stiles since he was the one that made a big deal about his grade, and he wasn't even attempting to help him. His growl soon turned into a whine, his tired state of mind making his frustration feel like sadness. Stiles had forgotten about him and for some stupid, unknown to him, reason that made Liam want to yell.

When Liam had had enough of just sitting in his frustration he whined again and leaned out the driver's side window. He got the attention of Scott and Derek, but not the human he actually needed. Liam sent them a pleading look and when Stiles turned to look at him with a sigh, he put on a pathetic - but sadly, not faked - pout, hoping to tug on his sympathy factor a little, "Stiles, I wanna go home..."

Usually Liam would go against his predetermined pack baby position and try to act more mature, but right now he was too annoyed and tired to care. He even threw in a childish eye rub during his request.

Stiles sighed at him, finally giving him his full attention instead of ignoring him for Scott and Derek. He nodded to Liam, finally giving into his begging and quickly told the two that they'd continue their conversation later, while Liam mentally cheered. Derek gave Stiles a quick kiss, saying he'd meet him at home before getting in his car and driving off. Scott said his goodbye and rode off in the direction of his house on his motorbike.

Liam said bye to both of them before they left, a little too happily for Stiles' liking. He couldn't help it, he could finally go home after sitting in this stupid jeep for what felt like forever. The beta lowered himself back into the car and into the passenger seat, smiling to himself and waiting for Stiles to get back in as well.

Stiles grumpily grabbed something off the hood of the jeep, folding it up and shoving it into his jacket pocket. He glanced at Liam in the front seat and seemed exhausted. Stiles briefly wondered why before checking the time. It was almost 1:30 in the morning. Why the hell had they talked so long? Why hadn't Liam told him earlier? These thoughts made Stiles all of the sudden feel guilty for keeping the younger boy out so late.

Stiles sighed and climbed in the driver's seat. Thankfully, his beloved jeep actually started, he wouldn't want to keep Liam out any later than he already had. He did feel bad, but he didn't want to give Liam the satisfaction of knowing that, so he kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing over to the boy, only to catch him dozing off, then bobbing his head back up to stay awake. Stiles chuckled a little.

"Hey, stay awake over there, we're almost to the house and if you think I'm gonna carry you to your room, you gotta be about 80 pounds lighter and about 10 years youngers."

Liam huffed out a small chuckle and tried to rub the exhaustion from his eyes. He groaned lightly and stared out the window. He closed his eyes and whined, "Why did you have to talk so long?"

"It was important pack business, buddy, I'm sorry, okay?"

"S'not okay," Liam grumbled softly. He could feel himself drifting into sleep with his head comfortably against the window. Watching the stars go by made him sleepy so he chose to close his eyes, which might have been a bad idea.

"You think you're real cute, don't you? Real fucking cute, right?"

Stiles' voice broke the silence that had built around them. He said it teasingly, but it seemed to catch Liam wildly off guard. The younger looked at him, signs of sleepyness gone from his surprised eyes. Stiles took a hand off the wheel to reach over and ruffle Liam's hair, shoving his head gently towards the window again, playfully.

"I think so too," Stiles finished, a small smirk settled on his lips without his permission.

Liam smiled, small and halfhearted, leaning his head back down and letting his eyes fall closed. Before falling into unconsciousness, he thought, maybe studying with Stiles isn't so bad after all.