#hypohearted

[bittenrage-blog]

HE SAT IN SHAWN’S BED,   head bowed as he tried to think of    pure thoughts    ,    but oh god was he failing at it.    he didn’t know what it was about shawn that    always    made him excited in all sorts of ways,   but god he couldn’t stop he was    addicted    to the guy.    ❛    ---   do we have to cuddle   ? ? ?   ❜    he mumbled,   trying for it to not sound   rude,    because he’d definitely be okay with cuddling if it weren’t for a    minor    (   hard   )    problem.

                        ⇥ @hypohearted / ♡’d

[nothopefulhart]

( @hypohearted | plot we ALL CAPSED about )

It is entirely possible she does this on purpose, but Maya would never admit it. Especially not to her brother, who would probably help their mom board her window up. Which is why it’s usually closed when one of them barges in. Otherwise they’d remember that Shaun’s window was right across the alley. Another thing her brother didn’t need to know, but probably would if he ever looked out of his friends room.

All that Maya cares about is timing and not getting caught… by the wrong person. Her shows are for his eyes only, even if he hasn’t caught on yet.

Shaun had been a long time crush, from the moment he moved in and started his begrudging friendship with her brother. Maya had played it cool, adapting the role of annoying younger sister perfectly. Until puberty hit, now she wanted attention and not the kind of ‘Sup Maya?’ accompanied by an absent nod she usually got. The kind that would make a nun blush. And now with her genius plan, maybe it’d happen.

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.

[sheriffofbeaconcounty-a]

@hypohearted

“Shaun, I need to talk to you.”

[voidkept]

@hypohearted gets a birthday starter!

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.

[stillprettyhot]

@hypohearted liked for a starter.

‘ 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.

[eichenraised]

@hypohearted 

                 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. 

[raidsent-a-blog]

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

[drked]

// @hypohearted​

it’s a little too cold out tonight on the streets, and adrien doesn’t exactly have a jacket yet. he might be able to afford the rent on his dilapidated studio apartment, but that leaves him with barely enough money for other necessities, including warm clothes. it’s for that reason that he chooses to shift into canine form, collar and all, knowing that at least this way he’ll be warm. worst comes to worst and someone finds him like this, he can always let them see the dog tag that lists his address -- or, even better, he can just run away.

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.