#hypohearted

                        ⇥ @hypohearted / ♡’d

For the third night in a row Maya paired her phone to her speaker, put on her favorite playlist and cutest underwear so she could dance. And if she was being humble she’d say she’s not that bad. Her hips sway with the start of the beat, but when the bass drops… so does she. Just moving to the music and mouthing along. She knows he’s watching because if she glances to her open curtains, his window is bright when normally it’s dark from the blackout curtains. Apparently this is his secret too.

“Shaun, I need to talk to you.”

it’s just past midnight when they enter their brother’s room, immediately draping themselves across shaun’s bed. “ do you know what day it is? ” stiles says, grinning all the while. “ your birthday -- our birthday. we need to go do something, so come on, let’s go. are you dressed? cancel whatever plans you’ve got; it’s just us tonight. ” assuming shaun isn’t actually asleep or something, they’re pretty sure this will work.

‘ you doing alright? ’     it’s been a bit tense around beacon hills lately   ( ie always )   and while melissa’s quite aware that shaun tends to keep himself out of it,   away from supernatural things,   one can only avoid it for SO LONG before getting dragged back in.   so when she sees the boy after visiting with noah,   she has to check in.   she cares about him.

                 The seconds seem to drag on as Alec stares at the clock, waiting (somewhat reluctantly) for the Stilinskis to arrive. The sooner Alec’s visitors arrive, the sooner they can leave. Alec doesn’t necessarily dislike his family, he just doesn’t know them well enough to care. The door to the small room opens and Alec drags his gaze away from the clock, turning instead to face the entrance. Instead of the usual small group, there’s just one Stilinski that follows the nurse into the room. It’s either Stiles or Shaun. Alec squints slightly, struggling to figure out which of his brothers is standing before him. Hopefully it’s Stiles. There’s never much need to talk when Stiles visits -- he talks enough for the entire family. Judging by the heavy silence, though, it’s Shaun that’s standing before him. “Hey, Sh---- uh, hey.” It’s probably Shaun. 

❛ ⎯⎯⎯ do you not see how much I still have to do tonight, Shaun, come on ⎯⎯⎯ what d’you want, man? ❜     // @hypohearted    sc. 

making his way down the sidewalk ( and likely scaring numerous small children in the process ), the dog is just starting out on his evening walk, only to be stopped by a familiar face in his peripherals -- but he doesn’t know anyone here. that was the entire point of moving here. curious, he approaches, sniffing the air as he creeps up behind them. ( creep being a fairly subjective term, seeing as he weighs just a few pounds shy of 200 in this form. ) his head nudges against the stranger’s behind, the only thing easily in reach, to try to see if they’ll turn around. he needs to know why he thought he knew them.