[teen wolf imagines & headcanons]
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OVER THE PAST couple of chaotic weeks, Liam had found that with the new life, that he'd been harshly propelled into, was something he couldn't get under control. The other members of the resilient McCall pack looked as if they'd all been doing this (the constant battles and fights and life-threatening events) for most of their life; they had their emotions, feelings, fears, under control. They didn't let their nightmares get in the way and dominate the way they fight. They didn't let their terrors and stress determine the life or death outcome.
Liam wished he could say the same. Everyone has fears, he knew that. But it was the skill of shoving those fears to the back of your head, like all his supernatural friends seemed to do, when you needed to, that he just couldn't do. He couldn't control that aspect of his whirlwind of a life, and he craved to be able to.
Without the constraint of his ever-growing fears, Liam found that he couldn't control anything. Scott had told him that the first lesson to having these abilities, was to be able to control them. Without control, everything that could go wrong, will. Liam had merely assumed that his alpha had meant physical restraint: jurisdiction of the claws, the eyes, the strength. But he'd had to find out for himself that the older boy meant mental control, too.
He couldn't work well at school, he couldn't train, he couldn't concentrate, he couldn't fight, he couldn't sleep. He couldn't carry on with his bizarre life because he couldn't control how he lets his fears shape the way he is. He wanted to control his fears instead of his fears controlling him.
That's where you came in.
"Hey," You spoke ever so softly, concern and worry wielding your actions as you laced your fingers through his and squeezed lightly. The two of you sat on the lapping waves of blankets and covers on his bed in his dimly lit room, legs crossed opposite each other, knees touching, and the cerulean blue of his eyes peering hesitantly into yours. "You can trust me."
He let out a sigh, "I know I can. I just... I-I don't want you to think any less of me when I tell you. Because it's like, I don't know, it's not real and I shouldn't be letting my fears affect me. You don't let your fears affect you! None of our friends let their fears affect them. Do you guys even fear anything anymore?! Probably not. So it's stupid, and I should just get over it, but I can't! I just can't!"
You let him fulminate, knowing that he needed to get everything off his mind and the only way to do that was by letting it out. His chest heaved by the time his words slammed into their demise, and his eyes flashed their vibrant golden colour under the seething pressure of his own bubbling rage. Then, you intervened - carefully bringing both hands up and planting themselves on either side of his face.
"I still get scared." You admitted, the shy but resilient smile tugging at the corners of your lips calmed his erratic breathing. The confession felt so raw, so unnatural rolling off your tongue; you'd never admitted that to anyone, always wanting to seem like you had everything reined in firmly. But you soon realised that Liam was doing the same thing: keeping it to himself in an attempt to feign his supposed strength and hide what he was afraid of. It wasn't the right way to go about it, and you understood that in order to get through to him, you'd have to open up too.
