(( CLAWLESS )) watchin ep 3 like. damn they weren’t kidding about s2 throwback, hayden u r growing on me, hell yea brett, AND GODDAMMIT WRONG PARENT WE WERE SO C L O S E.

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(( CLAWLESS )) watchin ep 3 like. damn they weren’t kidding about s2 throwback, hayden u r growing on me, hell yea brett, AND GODDAMMIT WRONG PARENT WE WERE SO C L O S E.
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(( MS. MCCALL ))
“Liam, honey, will you be staying for dinner?”
❝ oh -------oh, nah. i should probably get home. ❞
the words are delivered with great reluctance, to be honest. because he likes it here in the mccall house- hold. very friendly feeling despite the fact one of it’s resident occupants is a werewolf.
(( WAILING GENIUS ))
he was far too uneasy to be okay. she wasn’t exactly going walk away and let him deal with… whatever it was he was freaking out about. she wasn’t sure what liam’s personal space rules were. hell, she’d made a pact with herself not to involve herself in his life at all. but if letting him roam around like this UNATTENDED meant everyone in the hall being dead, she should probably do something about it, before it’s too late.
she placed a hand on his upper arm, guiding him to the side of the hallway, trying her best to conceal their conversation from prying ears.
❛ do you need me to drive me home ? ❜
focus on the words. listen for the supporting tones. count out the downbeats... liam doesn’t know an awful lot about musical jargon, but his brain is picking apart the song and putting it back together like some rubix cube or those twisted metal puzzles. breathe in, breathe out. he’s trying to make it work, to calm his heartbeat --racing after an unfairly graded essay he’d been handed only an hour ago.
( trying and failing. )
there’s a little spike, a small jump, in the thuds as lydia places her hand on him, but he allows himself to be lead to the side. focus on the words. listen for the supporting tones. count out the downbeats...
❝ dri ------no. i have ------i have practice. ❞
(( ERICA NOT MALIA ))
❝ –-let’s just say my reputation isn’t as excusable as yours, baby beta, ❞ she quips, but it lacks its usual barb. barring their current situation, he seems to be adjusting pretty well. there’s a pang of jealousy at the realization that she brushes aside like the uninvited guest it is. the blame doesn’t rest on him.
nor on scott, so full of undeserved second chances, his generosity downright abrasive with the way it tries to poke holes through her denial. (maybe she smiles whenever he turns his back to leave. possibly.)
❝ erica. reyes. …hi. ❞
one day liam will get tired of vague answers that hardly brush on the truth and push stories he needs to hear into the distant future. someday, but today and now in this specific moment will not do. so he takes her explanation as it is and pokes no farther despite wanting to. he even ignores her nickname, maybe because there doesn’t seem to be a waterfall of condescending tones behind it, or maybe because she did just stop an untimely trip to the veterinary clinic and a whole world of worry for scott.
❝ liam. ❞
it’s more than just a feeling that tells him the blonde --erica-- already knows this ( after all, how else does she know he’s scott mccall’s beta ), but he has to say something and ‘hi’ doesn’t quite cut it.
❝ so --------you’re a werewolf too? ❞
(( CLAWLESS )) back!!!! got alotta replies to do, but help break them up and like this for a starter!!!
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(( BEST FRIEND WITH WEIRD PRIORITIES ))
[ angxxr –]
❛ so basically whenever we race, or work out together, you’re cheating? ❜
mason’s priorities with learning of the supernatural were not exactly on point.
❝ ‘m faster, and stronger, yea. but it’s not cheating. ❞
at least he doesn’t think so or he justifies it by telling himself he was already pretty competent in those areas before the bite and they’re just a little easier now.
❝ i can’t turn it off. ❞
that… maybe I’m strong?
(( MY ALPHA MY ANCHOR ))
Xl: angxxr liked for a starter
❛ Liam…❜ But that’s where the sentence cuts off. It was like a breath. A whisper. The mere SHADOW of a word, and yet the overcast is still looming. ——— But what would he SAY ?? “ Theo is safe, trust him ?? ” SCOTT doesn’t even know that for sure, he’s working on F A I T H at this point. Maybe… maybe faith isn’t cutting it anymore. But Liam, in front of him now, is PROOF. Trust people && good things will come. Liam’s one of his most trusted confidants now, && on the basis of TRUST, he’d TRUST him with his life. Stiles didn’t like HIM at first either. And now they were a PACK. United && together, that had to count for SOMETHING right ?? But the fact that MATT DAEHLER WASN’T there, had to be proof as well. Maybe his faith was WAVERING. But faith in what ?? ❛ Look… THANK YOU for worrying about me, but really, I’ll be fine. Just… maybe no more midnight woods trips ?? Those NEVER seem to end well…❜
he’s climbing out of the driver’s seat of stiles’ jeep, moving to walk about the front and to the passenger side so that maybe he can go home and get a couple hours of sleep before he has to rise and repeat this all again. but then there’s that whisper, hardly audible over the rustle of leaves and the pine needles beneath his sneakers. yet it’s loud enough to halt steps and have his head turn to meet brown eyes with cobalt.
don’t worry, don’t worry. that’s all he’s getting from the words that fall from scott’s mouth and rattle about in his head along with his instinct that screams at him to protect his alpha –and maybe there’s the tiniest spark of envy swirling in there too. but that’s not the point. the point is he’s nothing like theo. that theo’s situation, theo’s request to become part of the mccall pack is nothing like liam’s situation.
❝ i—- ❞
he hadn’t asked for this life. asked for another pile of problems to lay thick over the ones he already had. didn’t ask to be scott mccall’s accident. didn’t ask for anything of this like theo has been. but the words to explain this get lost between his brain and his tongue, tripping and tangling in this throat and not quite making it past vocal cords. and he is going to worry, dammit.
❝ al—-alright. ❞
the words still don’t come out correctly, still caught on an edge of his throat to be almost choked out into the night air. and god, liam never thought he see the day where he aligned more closely with stiles than his alpha, but here he stands faced eye to eye with it and it twists his stomach into knots.
x
Listen, Derek told me you were one of the strongest he’d ever seen at your age. Now, coming from him that means a lot. Maybe means that things are gonna be harder for you for a while…
why he had initially thought that running ten miles through the heavily wooded forest in only his pa- jamas and no shoes was a good idea still hasn’t sunk in. all liam knows is the fluttering of his own heart against his skin, threatening to bust out with golden eyes and claws waiting to be stained with blood --whether it’s his blood or someone else’s doesn’t matter.
he panicked.
panicked when meditative breathes and calming music didn’t help. panicked when the old mantra didn’t work. panicked when the thought of his so- called anchor didn’t help. panicked and almost broke out of his bedroom through the window to tear through the forest searching for something.
and apparently that something is scott mccall because when his attention shifts from his harsh breathing and thuding heartbeat, it’s to the familiar doorstep of the mccalls.
(( isthatmybat ))
Send “Don’t touch her/him” to see my muse’s reaction to your muse defending them against a physical threat
(( DEPUTY ))
“Have you came to the Sheriff’s office to report missing earbuds?”
❝ no ------i’m here because scott said to meet him here, but i also lost my earbuds and thought i may have left them here. ❞
words might be a little curt and less than courteous to the deputy, and liam can feel the thud of his heart against his ribs --more than a tick faster than it should be. not good, not good, not good... he changes his train of thought then, azure eyes fixing back on the officer.
❝ d’you know where scott is? ❞
(( COYOTE GIRL ))
❝ what color were they? ❞
❝ -----white. ❞
he almost cringes as he says it because everyone has a pair of white, apple earbuds.
❝ i think i had them last in the library? ❞
(( CLAWLESS )) kinda want scott things where they talk about how liam’s trying to use music to keep his heartbeat down and how it’s really nOT working.