#(threads || issac lahey)

[lcstinfantasy]

issac has been trying to be good. ignore the way he wants to devour the girl like his life depended on it. "like when you say my name like that." he chuckled, his free arm wrapping around her waist to hold her steady as his fingers work over her clit. this mouth dancing against each other in a heat of passion, humming at her pleas. "yeah? how bad?" he asked as he pressed her up against the wall. his fingers never stopping as they explore her folds, pressing into her heat and curling to brush the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her.

whimpers pour from pouted lips as the pressure of strong digits against her clit send waves of pleasure crashing over the younger wolf . ❝ fuck , isaac . . . ❞ she clings to him desperately , teeth sinking gently into his shoulder as she fights to hold back a cry . small hands weave up into sandy curls , gripping tight as her tongue chases his . ❝ i need you , ❞ emma whispers , hardly coherent as she mumbles against his lips . ❝ please , isaac . ❞

[domesticated-feral]

5 times Isaac tried asking Scott out on a date and the 1 time he didn’t have to || Scisaac Week 2020

A 5+1 trope fanfic, written by yours truly, Tyler. Rating: General WC: 2412

You can also read it on my AO3

Summary:

Today is the day, Isaac will ask Scott out, nothing can absolutely go wrong, right?

Sunday

“So today is the day?” Erica said, jumping up to sit on the kitchen island.

“Yeah, I’m going to ask him today,” Isaac said, “I also found out his coffee order, so I can give him it while I ask.”

“He’ll say yes,” Erica said, taking an apple from the bowl of fruits.

“I hope he does-” he glances at the clock- “oh, it’s almost time, see you later, Erica.”

“You better spill the beans later, Lahey!” Erica shouted as Isaac closed the door.

Isaac runs to the coffee shop, hoping Scott would be coming on time and not a second early or late.

He enters the shop and scans the room for the half Latino boy. So far, his plan was going to plan. Isaac strolls up to the counter and orders Scott’s order that he had byhearted and his usual order. He pays and goes ahead to wait at the pick-up line.

As he takes the two coffees and turns around, he is met with Stiles.

“Stiles, uh, good morning?” Isaac said.

“You don’t usually come here,” Stiles said, cutting to the chase, “what are you doing here?”

“Oh, just you know, getting coffee for Scott, I was going to ask him something,” Isaac said, walking with Stiles to a table.

Isaac didn’t notice the small step and he stumbled to the floor, accidentally throwing the coffee in front of him. He hears someone groan in pain from the hot coffee and he looks up from the floor to find that he accidentally threw the two coffees in Scott’s direction.

“Oh no, Scott, I’m so sorry,” Isaac said quickly getting up from the ground.

Everyone in the store was staring, Isaac stood staring at the mess and Scott had coffee all over his jeans and shirt, Stiles just stood, speechless.

“It’s- It’s alright, you fell, you didn’t mean to douse me in coffee,” Scott said, “I should go get cleaned, these stains don’t get out easily if they dry.”

“I’m sorry, I completely ruined your shirt,” Isaac apologized again.

“Isaac, it’s fine, also,” Scott said, walking closer to Issac, “what was that you wanted to ask me?”

“Uh, nothing, I didn’t have anything to ask you,” Isaac said, his brain short-circuiting to ‘get-the-hell-out-of-there-mode’, “I have to go, I’m sorry, again, really. I am.”

Isaac quickly walked out of the shop and didn’t stop walking until he was in the loft. Erica was on the couch, lying down as she scrolled on her phone.

“So, whatever that went down did not go down to plan,” Erica said, looking up at Isaac sensing the huge amount of embarrassment and discontent from Isaac.

“I spilled coffee and I walked out of the shop like a bloody idiot!” Isaac said, pacing around the loft, fidgeting with his hands.

“Spilled coffee? I don’t see a stain on you?” Erica questioned.

“Not me, I spilled coffee on Scott, two hot coffee spilled all over him when I tripped!” Isaac ranted.

“Sucks to be you, I guess,” Erica said, going back to scrolling on her phone.

Isaac huffed and went to his room.

Monday

Isaac pondered up a way to ask Scott again. A little coffee mishap shouldn’t get in the way of the pursuit of his crush. Waking up to a disgruntled Boyd making pancakes for Erica at 4 am gave him the best idea.

As the sun rose up and got warmer, he went to Scott’s house as he still was living with his mom until the paperwork for the apartment would be complete.

He gets in with the spare key to the back door and started cooking up pancakes. This time, there was nothing to spill and surely nothing could go wrong.

He made 9 pancakes and used chocolate chips to spell ‘D A T E  W / M E ?’ on the pancakes, a letter on each of the pancakes. He sets them on the table and turns around to make two milkshakes for him and Scott.

Melissa walks into the room, ready for work.

“Hey, Sco-” Melissa stopped, realizing it was Isaac, “Isaac, you’re here early, how did you get in?”

“Back door,” Isaac said, concentrating on making the milkshakes.

“Ooo, pancakes! Fine if I take one?” Melissa asked.

Isaac subconsciously nodded and Melissa takes three and heads off to work. He finishes up the milkshakes and turns around to see that the previous ‘Date W/Me?’ pancakes now spell, ‘A T E W E ?’

He couldn’t do anything but stare at the pancakes as he heard Scott come down the stairs.

“Morning, Isaac, whatcha got there?” Scott said.

“Uhhh,” Isaac stammered.

“Ooo, pancakes and milkshakes, thanks!” Scott said taking one pancake and biting into it.

Scott looks up at Isaac who looked like he was going through a software update, “you alright?”

“Just peachy, I’m going to go now,” Isaac said as he quickly left the house, with another failed attempt under his belt.

*

Back at the loft, Isaac told Erica and Boyd what happened and all they did was laugh.

“Atewe? ATEWE?” Erica howled through her laughs.

“Yep, that’s what it said, I’m just going to hide in my room now,” Isaac said.

Even if Isaac closed the door to his room, he still heard Erica’s howls of laughs echoing through the hallways from the living room.

Tuesday

Today was going to be different, Isaac knew it. He was going to walk over to Scott’s house and just say it straight to his face. Nothing could ever go wrong with words and Tuesdays were his lucky days. It was a new day and Isaac psyched himself up.

“So, Scott’s petsitting Fluffy today,” Erica said at the breakfast table.

“Fluffy?” Isaac asked.

“Yeah, Stiles’ pet, fluffy,” Boyd said.

‘Huh, must be a dog like Prada or something,’ Isaac thought, ‘a dog can’t get in the way of my plan, they can’t. They’re a dog!’

“Oh,” Isaac mumbled.

After breakfast, he marched up to Scott’s house and Stiles was on the driveway, starting his jeep up.

“Hey Isaac, bye Isaac!” he said, poking his head out his jeep as he drove off the driveway.

Isaac nodded and continued his way up and into Scott’s house.

“Ok, Scott, I have been wanting to ask you this ever since Sunday, well actually ever since ever and-” Isaac stopped as he looked up to Scott.

“Yes?” Scott said, putting what Isaac assumed was fluffy down in its cage.

“Is that fluffy?” Isaac gasped.

“Yeah, you don’t have anything against boas, right?” Scott said.

“He named his boa constrictor, fluffy?” Isaac said, feeling uneasy being this close to his phobia.

“Yes, so, what is that you wanted to tell me?” Scott asked.

“N-nothing, I have to go do something with Boyd,” Isaac said, walking out the door.

*

“You didn’t tell me fluffy was a boa!” Isaac screamed as soon as he entered the loft.

Erica and Boyd snickered.

“You’re scared of snakes, why would I tell you?” Erica said.

“Boyd! Why are you siding with her shenanigans?!” Isaac asked.

“It’s hilarious!” Boyd said through fits of giggles.

“You guys are the worst!” Isaac sighed.

“Love you too, babe!” Erica said, sending kisses in the air for fun.

Isaac rolled his eyes and went to shake his mind off with a good nature document.

Wednesday

It’s a cloudy day, but if it’s expressed in nature, it’s not hard to miss right? He walks up to the McCall household once again and Melissa was inside.

“Oh, hey Isaac, Scott’s gone to get groceries, he’ll be back in a while,” Melissa said.

“Good, I’m going to borrow your front lawn and the garden pebbles, if that’s okay with you?” Isaac said.

“That’s fine with me, not that I use either of them often,” Melissa replied.

“Thanks,” Isaac said, heading back outside.

Using the garden pebbles, he wrote out once again, ‘Date w/me?’ on the front lawn. It wasn’t nature-nature, but grass and stones are pretty nature-y.

As Scott rolls up in the car with the groceries, Isaac straightened himself up and got ready.

“Oh, Isaac, um, hi again?” Scott said, getting out of the car and opening the trunk.

“Once you put the groceries in, could you step out here?” Isaac asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Scott said, holding all the bags and heading inside.

As he waited outside, the cloudy day quickly became thunderous in a second. The hard rain and wind blew away the rocks, deforming his hard work and all he could do was run inside the house.

Isaac internally groaned as it was yet another failed attempt. He didn’t say anything to Scott while he was there, he was too agitated to speak.

When the rain thinned out, he threaded back to his loft, and his face explained everything to Erica and Boyd.

Thursday

The alarm blared shaking Isaac awake from his dream, he slams it to shut it off, “Scott was about to kiss me and you wake me the fuck up?” he gruffed.

He got up and ate breakfast, three days in a row, his plans have been foiled. Maybe it was time to ask the internet for a foolproof way.

“Roses, balloons, and park at sunset, is that a foolproof way to ask someone on a date?” Isaac asked for the opinion of his packmate.

“That’s basically a date isn’t it?” Boyd said.

“Scott isn’t that oblivious, so yeah, you have my blessing, child,” Erica said, slapping the back of Isaac’s head as she walked in the kitchen.

“Ow, Erica!” Isaac said, touching the back of his head.

“Oh, I just love it when my name is said in vain!” Erica said, sliding up onto the kitchen island.

“You’re such an idiot,” Isaac muttered.

“Hey, at least I’m Boyd’s, he loves his idiot right?” Erica batted her eyes at Boyd who grinned and nodded in return.

*

It was nearing sunset, Boyd was at the park holding his balloon and flower while Isaac made Scott ride with him to the park.

They get off and Boyd hands Isaac the flower and balloon and Scott had a mix of certainty and confusion on his face.

“Scott, please let this not get foiled like the past few days. All I’ve been wanting to say is that-”

Isaac stopped seeing Scott’s eye grow wide and his jaw drop.

“Scott? You okay?” Isaac asked.

“My bike!” Scott said, after squinting his eyes to whatever was behind Isaac.

He takes off as Isaac turns around and sees Scott’s motorcycle that they came on being towed.

Boyd walks closer to Isaac and they watch Scott retrieve the bike.

“He’s oblivious to a T,” Boyd said.

Isaac sighs and walks away, his head hanging low, as he held the rose and balloon.

Friday

“I swear, I am going to rip my hair out from this!” Stiles said to Scott.

“From what?” Scott asked.

“You and Isaac, literally, are you brain dead? Are you?!” Stiles said.

“Stiles, what do you mean? What are you talking about?” Scott asked.

“You really have no idea, don’t you,” Stiles said, not really asking for an answer.

“What?” Scott asked.

“You love Isaac and Issac loves you too, he’s been trying to ask you out all week! Ever since Sunday!” Stiles said, “but you, my best friend, Scott, Scottie, the True Alpha, have been completely oblivious to his attempts!”

“He likes me?” Scott gasped.

“YES!” Stiles shouted, “and Boyd called me today, he said that Isaac hadn’t come out of his room today.”

“Oh, it’s my fault isn’t it?” Scott said, feeling guilty.

“Absolutely, now go, bring him to the lookout point in the preserve,” Stiles said, quickly running out the room.

Scott goes out on to his bike and rides to the loft. He is met with a grumpy Derek who opened the door.

“Derek, grumpy as usual,” Scott said, giving a small smile.

“You caused this,” Derek muttered but let Scott in.

Scott walks in and goes to Isaac’s room. It was dark but with the light coming in from the hallway, he saw the boy wrapped in blankets watching national geographic documents.

“Go away, Scott,” Issac uttered.

“No, I came here to ask you something,” Scott said, going closer to Isaac.

“What?” Isaac asked.

“Would you, Isaac Lahey want to go on a date with me?” Scott asked.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do for the past 5 days,” Isaac said.

“I know, and I’ve been an idiot by being so blunt to your attempts,” Scott said, “I’m sorry.”

“I would actually love to go on that date with you, isn’t it too late though? It’s 6 in the evening,” Isaac asked.

“It’s never too late if I get to spend time with you,” Scott said, inching closer to Isaac who sat upon his bed, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Then kiss me,” Isaac murmured, their lips brushing against each other.

Scott cups Isaac’s face as their lips moved in sync. Scott softly sucked on Isaac’s bottom lip, and Isaac shuddered from the goosebumps going up against his spine. He had been intensely craving Scott’s touch and know that he was finally getting it, his heart fluttered and he felt whole.

Scott and Isaac move away as they huffed breathlessly. Scott had a smile curling on his face and Isaac couldn’t help but imitate it but 10 times bigger.

“C’mon, we gotta go to that date,” Scott said, getting up the bed and holding a hand out for Isaac.

Isaac gladly holds Scott’s hand and he stands up from his bed. Scott gave Isaac some time to change and he comes out to go on the late evening date with Scott.

Erica, Boyd, and Derek watched the two lovers head out, they were finally satisfied that it was worked out.

Scott and Isaac ride to the lookout point where Stiles had set up the mood with a picnic. Candles, sandwiches, and the whole nine yards with romance.

“Wow, this is nice,” Isaac said.

“Yeah, it is,” Scott said, as he held Isaac’s hand and walked with him to the picnic.

They sit down, share sandwiches, and stare at the sunset whilst cuddling in each other’s arms.

“Scott?” Isaac said, looking up at him.

“Hm?” Scott hummed, making eye contact as he stroked the boy’s blonde locks.

“I love you, more than it can be measured,” Isaac said.

“I love you too, Isaac, I love you a lot,” Scott replied, pressing a small kiss on Isaac’s forehead.

[bitch-banshee]

If you’re craving some teen wolf my dear. I’m still not over Issac not coming back. Could really use some action from my favorite pup. Maybe movie night? You can always take it how you’d like but you know, I’m always a perv for smut.

If you’re craving some teen wolf my dear. I’m still not over Issac not coming back. Could really use some action from my favorite pup. Maybe movie night? You can always take it how you’d like but you know, I’m always a perv for smut.

A/N: I got a bit carried away..hope you don’t mind, but Jesus..Issac can absolutely ruin my life.

Warning: SMUT. 18+ af. Issac is a rough and sly little sucker. Scenting (if that makes anyone uncomfy) and marking, biting, choking(not really, lightly)

Word count: 2147

Thank you so much for the ask babe 💖💖💖

@teenwolfechoes @terminallygenius @just-jordie-things

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Being apart of the hale pack was always interesting. Kanimas, Nogitsunes, Beasts and Ghost Riders we've all been through so much, so days like today, where we had a mandatory pack bonding is so mainstream.

"Der, are we doing a movie?" I slid up close to my alpha and he growled at me.

"Yeah, everyone's coming, even Issac" his treacherous and glorious eyebrows wiggled at me.

I'm sure he heard my heart jump at that small piece of information. It was no secret that I adore the sweater wearing, floppy haired beta, since before he was pack. The little flip of my heart made Derek snort and i pushed him.

"I thought you were "over" your crush on him" he teased throwing up quotes. Issac had left beacon hills for a long time, but one day he just showed up at the McCall household and slithered his way back into my fucking heart.

"I'm so not ready to see him der...i-" the words got caught in my throat as someone pounded on the door. I screeched as i smelled Scott, stiles and Malia.

"My family" i pulled the door open and tackled them. "Hi! Where are Allison and Lydia and everyone else??" I skillfully avoided that name. "We all know you mean where Issac" Malia rubbed against me, scenting thoughtfully.

I nipped at her before getting wrapped up in Scott's arms. "He's coming Eve" he whispered as he scented me as well. I grumbled "I don't care" and shrugged but my pounding heart and sweating palms definitely made it hard to make that the truth.

When he finally did show up i knew. I'd know that smell just about anywhere, I'd tattooed it inside my mind and locked it away to alway be able to sense him. When he walked in my mouth nearly dried out. Long gone were the oversized sweaters, and too long shirts. Issac filled out the door frame, broad taught shoulders that pulled and stretched the fabric of his gray t-shirt. Jeans that fit well, molded over his muscled legs.

His hair had grown, not a lot, but enough that the pieces fell into his eyes, eyes that were covered by a pair of glasses that made him look sexier than sex itself. Tiny amounts of facial hair surrounded a big smile. I froze as everyone who hadn't seen him yet went over and hugged, scented, and clapped him on the back.

I tried to pull my libido to heel but God he looked so good. I caught the icy blue of his eyes as he looked over me. My blonde hair was curled softly, my bangs too long now. Erica and I could be twins, we joked about it often. Once i thought i had a handle on my smell i made slow steps toward him. "Everleigh" he breathed, the sound raspy and nearly brought me to my knees.

"Lahey, long time " I heaved a dry laugh punching him the arm. He offered his neck to let me scent him, and although I wanted to, so bad, I couldn't trust myself not to take it too far. "S'ok, you smell like us already" i shyly backed away before turning toward the kitchen.

"Is she okay, she smells a little different" Issac asked Derek and before Derek could cover his betas ass, Malia blurted "she smells like sex" to which i slammed my head on the counter.

Erica laughed and patted my back, "don't worry babe, if Boyd wasn't my mate, I'd be on him like white are rice" she laughed openly and I growled at her, which only made her laugh harder.

I'd stayed away from him, through the pack games and pizza i was always across the room from him. Catching his eyes and quickly looking away. But like a magnet i slowly found myself closer to him, until we all sat down for the movie and i was next to him.

I was sat in the seat on the edge, angled toward the tv so we wouldn't touch. It was hard to maneuver, but it's just like the universe to not give me what i want, Jackson and Ethan squished in next to Issac, pushing him closer to me. "Sorry doll" he turned trying not to touch me, but my heart had already jumped into my throat.

"S'fine, just lay on me, since those idIOTS don't know how to share" i raised my voice and Jackson stuck his tongue out at me. "I uhh, is this okay?" He'd turned further so his back was resting against my chest. I'm sure he should feel and hear this damn organ thumping right out of my chest, but as i listened, to the sounds of the room i realized that the quick patter of mine matched his.

Throughout the movie Issac had started to run his fingers over my jean clad legs, the slow descent leaving my skin hot, only for him to ascend just as slowly. Into the second movie most everyone was dozing off but my body was wired, all too aware of Issac who had slid up and his head rested in the slope of my neck. It felt like my body was on fire, there was no way I could pay attention to the movie now. Issacs nose pressed gently into my pulse and he moved it slowly. He was scenting me.

"Don't move" his breath fanned over my hot skin, his words soft so only I could hear, even with the wolves in to room. He turned even more, my arms were laid lazily over the front of his chest. I pulled them up to thread through his hair as his lips barely touched my neck.

He rubbed slowly, deliberately over my neck, ear and shoulder. Back and forth, the soft scratch of his facial hair making my blood raise.

"You're so pink, i wonder what the color would look like somewhere else" the hot words were whispered in my ear, before his nose trailed the outer shell. I stifled a mewl, my scent floating to his nose.

"C'mon" he'd risen from the couch and pulled me with him. We walked down the hall, hidden by a wall when he pushed me up against it. His mouth was on my racing pulse point, a sharp jut of his tongue making my knees wiggle.

"Do you know what it's like to watch you flitter around to everyone, smelling your scent on them knowing that it's not on me. Do you know what it's like to want someone so bad" his whisper was harsh, just like his teeth on my throat.

"Yes, Issac, i know. I wanted to scent you, but i smelled like sex, i couldn't do that to you" my voice came out choked, strained. "Eve, please, if you would've smelled me you would've known that i smelled the same. I saw you and my cock jumped in my jeans, now show me your room" he pulled his lips from my neck and pulled my face into his hands before his lips crushed against mine. It was a needy kiss, trying to get everything and nothing at the same time. To build me up and tear me to shreds.

"Dammit" i pulled away and grabbed his shirt pulling him into the room farthest from the living room. I was so thankful I'd picked this one. We were just in the door when I pushed him against it. My face smashed into his neck, rolling my tongue over his neck and he shivered. His arms circled me, they felt strong, large hands cupped my ass. "Jump." He wasn't asking and i could only comply. My legs wrapped around his waist and as soon as i was settled he slapped his hand down onto my right ass cheek.

A moan ripped from my mouth, loud, and nasty. "You like that princess, you like when I spank you? Say it" his human teeth clamped over my neck and I whimpered out. "Yes Isaac, i love it" i breathlessly said.

He carried me to my bed, dropping me unceremoniously in the middle. "Do you want this?" He looked seriously at me, his chest heaving, staring down at me pupils blown out with lust.

"Yes, yes i want this" i tugged my black tank top over my head. I flung it across the room and he was on me, lips sliding over mine. My hand wrapped around the back of his neck and the other reached for his belt. He let me struggle while he made quick work of my bra.

It was off and then he broke away from me to pull his shirt over his head. I rolled my eyes "oh my god" I pulled myself up to my knees on the bed and latched my lips to his torso. He pulled my hair back away from my face as I pulled his jeans open.

His long fingers rolled over my peaked nipples and I groaned out. His jeans fell to the floor with a soft thud and he kicked them off. "Stand up princess" he rasped to me. I stood and dropped to his knees, kissing over my hips as he peeled my jeans from my body. "Hmm you knew I was coming" he looked up at me smiling brightly before he pulled my lace panties off my heated body.

I sighed out when he slid his finger through my folds.

"Oh you definitely knew i was coming, and soon you will be too" he kissed my stomach as a finger sank into my heat. "Ungh Issac" I moaned out, my hips rolling against the pressure.

"I'm gonna teach you not to scent me baby" he added another finger and I gripped onto his shoulders. "Issac" i squealed as his fingers curled. He pumped his digits quickly, rubbing and tugging at the part of me that made me see stars.

I came, harshly, loudly and all over his fingers. He wasted no time laying me down on my bed and as i watched he slipped his fingers into his mouth.

That elicited another dirty moan from my lips.

"Shhh baby, there are people sleeping" his dry hand slid around my throat gently. I groaned and reached for the rather large tent in his boxers. "You want this baby girl, you think you deserve it, you didn't want to scent me earlier, didn't want me to smell like you" he used his hand to turn my head, leaning down and kissing behind my ear. "Issac, please, fuck me please" i pulled at his hair and shoulders.

"Okay beautiful, anything for you" he kissed me slowly, his tongue slipping into my mouth just as his length slipped through my opening. He swallowed my sigh, I'd waited for so long for this. I wanted this for so long, to be his, for him to own me. "Yes Issac, move, please" I urged him on, eyes shut rolling against him for something, anything. For everything he'd give me. He was more than compliant.

His hips snapped to mine, before he pulled all the way out. My pussy gripping p, trying to bring him back. "Ungh, everleigh" he slammed back into me.

The pace was set and I was screaming. It felt so good, he filled me so good. "Oh god, Issac yes, ungh, please" I begged, unaware of for what.

He sped up, his lips swallowing my land while pushing his own into my mouth. He pulled away to look at me. "Let me mark you, let me make you mine, please" he held my gaze, unwavering, full of certainty. "Yes" I choked out, in between a sob and my orgasm.

With gold eyes and careful placement, his teeth sunk into my neck and a feeling like no other ripped through my body. My orgasm on top of the euphoria of being tied to another for the rest of time.

My pussy clenched and milked him before i sunk my teeth into his neck as well.

He came shaking, coating me with his love. The only coherent word on his lips was my name. He collapsed on top of me, breathing deeply.

"You're mine" he licked at the mark and I shivered. "Yes, yours, let me show you how much" I turned us so i was riding his hips. Sinking further down his length.

We made love long into the morning, the sun warmed my back and I mewled, curled around Issac. "Here’s to forever, love” he kissed me softly and I smiled, eyes still closed.

Forever Finally.

[snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales]

You were dancing happily along to your favourite song, everything was perfect. Well, that was until Peter decided to barge into the loft, making you fall face first into the laundry basket. You didn't know where Derek or Isaac was, but you were pretty sure you heard Peter chuckle. "PETER HALE, YOU HELP ME THIS INSTANT OR I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!!" You yelled, although it sounded more like incoherent mumbling. At this exact moment Derek and Issac found it perfect to come from where they'd been...

Apparently just a few steps behind Peter, the two of them burst out into laughter simultaneously within just a few short seconds of entering the loft, Peter’s chuckle only getting louder at their reaction.

You regretted your demands, you really did, because due to your complaining about wading through what felt like fifteen or more laundry baskets each laundry day between the four of you, making trip after trip for load after load, Derek had given in and bought one of those large industrial bins on wheels like they usually have at the end of laundry chutes at fancy hotels.

Well, he says he bought it, but you think it was left abandoned somewhere here in the building from forever ago, and he had just cleaned it up, replacing a few parts here and there, but no matter what they did, the right front wheel still had a squeak that let out once for every rotation of the wheel, making it sound like a limp of sorts as it was wheeled across the loft.

So falling into the giant bin meant to help you was more like being eaten by a black hole, only this smelled infinitely worse than you imagined space to smell like. Though, you could have sworn you saw stars for a second there, whether from rage or sudden immersion in the smell of death that was everyone’s laundry, you weren’t sure.

Flailing only seemed to make it worse, clothes wrapping around you from all sides, seemingly trying to pull you back in, and increasing the laughter already pointed your way from your three idiot roommates.

Emerging atop the mass of clothing, you took a deep breath, looking on wide eyed as they looked back at you with an indiscernible look, their laughter suddenly stopping, and an eerie calm settling in the space. Looking up where their gazes were directed at the top of your head, you realized a pillow case had somehow managed to make it onto your head like a hat, and you batted it off angrily after staring up at it a moment, making the cart roll slightly, that little baby squeak of the wheel the only sound aside from your vicious attack on the fabric wrapping itself in knots around your arms, seemingly not wanting to let go.

Stopping with a huff, letting your shoulders shrug dramatically with the movement, you stared down at the rest of the clothes and sheets around you, your arms dropping defeatedly in front of you, the pillowcase still around them acting like handcuffs.

Snapping your head up at the sound of a camera going off, you saw Isaac with his phone in hand, pointing your way, and a shit eating grin on his face.

“Lahey, I’m gonna kill you.” Normally your tone of voice would have scared whoever was on the receiving end, but as you had established long ago, your three roommates were far from normal, and that was even taking into account that they were lycanthropes.

“How do you keep ending up in these situations?” Peter mused, trying to fight the smile that kept making it’s way up his face despite his best efforts, Isaac still grinning like a maniac unabashedly

You rolled your head dramatically to face the oldest of your little band of four, letting your eyebrows knit in an ‘I am not amused’ sort of way. “Because despite my better judgment, my three idiot roommates continue to somehow cause my life to be full of unexpected incidents.”

With a final flail, the pillowcase released your arms and you stretched with a sigh, rolling your wrists as if you had been confined for hours.

“Would this be a bad time to tell you you have Isaac’s lacrosse jersey wrapped around your neck, ironically, like one of his scarves?” Derek had a smile that continued to grow as he spoke, a chuckle making his words choppy.

A moment of silence passed between the four of you before you let out a war cry, using your body to get momentum behind the large cart, and causing it to roll with impressive speed towards the Alpha, the wheel letting out it’s limping squeak at impressive speed, before you hopped out at the last second and tackled him to the ground, straddling his midsection and digging your knees into his ribcage to keep him there, pinning his chest down with both of your palms pressing into it’s center. He looked up at you in surprise, wide eyed, and you smirked, wondering why he expected anything less from you after all these years. You barely registered the squeaky wheel slowing down before hitting the bottom step of the entry to the loft, bouncing back slightly before stopping altogether, drawing out a final, prolonged squeak before the wheels stilled.

“I don’t know, Derek. Is it?” You said, in reference to his comment about the jersey, lowering your face to get unnecessarily close to his, sticking the fabric of the jersey onto his nose.

Coughing at the sudden smell accosting his senses in such close proximity, you laughed, rising up off the ground, pulling off the item of clothing before wadding it up, and throwing it at Isaac, successfully hitting him square in the face. “That’s for taking a picture of me in my time of need, asshole.”

Peter was chuckling, stilling when you turned on your heel his way. “And as for you, since you were first to find me in my state of crisis, in fact, you caused it, you get to do all that laundry.” You pointed at the bin, contents spilling over from your battle inside it, a trail leading to it from the sheer force you had used to make it hurl across the loft. It had been a long week, full of training and fighting the newest evil to walk the streets of your little town, and so the pile had simply grown and grown and grown. Peter nodded soundlessly in agreement, his eyes wide in a special kind of fear reserved only for you in these particular moments.

“And you,” you turned to Derek who was just rising from the floor, eyeing him up for a moment. “You’re just lucky I don’t feel like becoming an Alpha today.”

Derek growled and flashed his eyes at you, Isaac mumbling an “oh shit”, making you turn his way. “Don’t you dare send that photo to the pack. I swear to God, Isaac, I will-”

All three of your phones went off simultaneously, Isaac wincing, and you immediately knew it was the group message between all of the pack members.

Your eyes glowed bright yellow. “I may not feel like becoming an Alpha today, but I’m all for kicking a certain Beta’s ass….” you growled, looking Isaac in the eye.

“You wouldn’t.” He gulped.

“It’s like you don’t even know me-” all four of your phones went off with a ding, indicating a reply to the group thread. “I’m gonna-” Ding. “You’re so-” Ding. “I swear to God, Isaac, when I’m done with you-” Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Ding. Ding.

Ding.

You snarled, ignoring all the further alerts to replies the phones gave off. “I’m gonna kill you.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” Isaac stuck his chin out defiantly, sticking his nose up in the air. “Besides, blue eyes would not be becoming on you.”

“Oh, you are far from innocent in this, my friend,” you said, your voice low, glowing your eyes at your fellow Beta, lowering into a fighting stance, ready to launch. “Did you even smell that shirt I threw in your face? That alone is a crime in and of itself. Only evil emits that kind of stink.”

Isaac gasped. “How rude!”

Peter let out a huff behind you. “I, too, am offended, considering I basically am evil on a base level, so….”

You turned your face to Derek, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me,” he said, hands raised slightly, showing his palms in innocence, “I’m not becoming a part of this whole situation. You guys are all just too…. Weird.” He seemed to think for a moment before deciding otherwise. “Actually, you know what?” He turned to Peter, pointing at him. “You, do the laundry.”

The finger turned to Isaac along with his body, cutting off the rebuttal Peter was starting before it got anywhere. “You, help him.” Isaac hung his head, nodding, before walking slowly and grabbing a corner of the bin, Peter grabbing the other, and together they pulled it slowly to the laundry room, picking up the stray pieces off the floor as they went, quietly bickering about something between the two of them, the wheel squeaking at a steady, slow pace.

The finger then turned to you. “And you,” he stopped for a moment before launching at you, pinning you to the floor like you had him earlier, his knees digging into your ribcage, your wrists pinned on either side of your head in his hands. “Stop being so bossy.”

Isaac barked out a laugh from across the loft, Peter snorting his own amusement before saying, “Like that’ll ever happen.”

You snapped your head their way to look at them, a snarl leaving your lips as your upper body lifted before being pushed down again by Derek with a warning growl. Glancing up at him briefly, your lip still curled in a snarl, you quickly turned your gaze back to the other two, seeing them go wide eyed before finally scurrying away into the laundry room and out of your sight, making you smirk, before looking back up to Derek.

He was looking at you in a funny way, one you couldn’t quite read. “I swear, I don’t know how I ended up with you three as my pack members,” he shook his head gently, smiling somewhat amusedly.

You chuckled. “You’re just that lucky, I guess.”

“Luck ain’t got nothing to do with it, kid.”

You flipped in his grip, pinning him once again, laughing at his fuming face.

“Lucky shot,” he said sarcastically.

You grinned. “Luck ain’t got nothing to do with it, kid.”

Let’s do that 5 sentence meme!

[lcstinfantasy]

"mhm, you say that." issac smirked. "just wait until you meet them. you'll be taking that back so quickly. especially when you meet stiles."

Her eyes squinted at him, narrowing slightly at his taunting before she scoffed. "If anything, pretty sure that it would be least challenging thing I've been through."

[stilinskiimagines]

Pack Mother - Derek Hale

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Isaac Lahey, PackMom!Y/N.

This is going to be a full series but I thought I’d give a disclaimer to prevent any confusion. This is kind of an AU where characters that left the show are still in the pack, just for more of a family vibe.

You walk into your home, your arms full of groceries. “Y/N! You’re here! Stiles got hurt and-” Scott looked up at you desperately.

You dropped the bags on the floor, your instincts kicking in. You kneel in front of Stiles and he smiles at you weakly.

“There you are. I told Scott you’d get here before I died.”

You stroke his hair. “Hush. You’ll be fine.” You kiss his forehead. “You feel warm. Scott get me the thermometer.”

The boy nods and heads to the bathroom.

You examine the gunshot wound in his chest, you put pressure around it but he flinches. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Trust me?” You caress his cheek and he nods. You yell at Scott to grab you some gloves and alcohol while he’s in the bathroom. He returns with everything and you put the gloves on before taking Stiles’ temperature. “It’s 102. You may have an infection.” You sigh as you flip the lid of the alcohol open. “This is going to hurt…and I’m sorry.” You wince as you begin pouring some of the liquid on his wound. Stiles screams in pain and you look at him sympathetically. “It’ll feel better when I’m done. You won’t die, Stiles.” You feel in the hole in his chest for the bullet. “Scott, help me flip him.” Scott nods and you push Stiles over. You take his jacket off and cut his shirt open. “It’s a clean shot. You’ll be fine.” You breathe out in relief.

You send Scott to find you a needle and thread while you tend to Stiles. You’re alerted when a man walks into your house. He looks vaguely familiar but you’re at a loss. “Can I…help you?” You stand up and look at the man in your doorway.

He smiles as you approach him. “Hi..I’m Derek Hale. Scott called me.”

So that’s Derek Hale. You knew you knew him. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” You smile before returning to Stiles. Scott walks in and hands you the supplies before going to talk to Derek. You begin stitching Stiles up, trying to comfort him.

You weren’t exactly sure when it had happened, it just sort of did. You’d become the pack mother. Every pack has either a mother or a father figure aside from the alpha that everyone imprints on. In this case even Stiles had grown close to you. You were a couple years older but you loved them. They practically lived with you and even though you’d gone to school with some of them, you were like a second mother.

You finished the stitches and went to the kitchen to get Stiles a drink. You returned and propped him up on a pillow. “Drink.” You hand him the bottle.

He tries to give it back. “I’m not thirsty.”

“You’re going to drink the water or I will open your mouth and pour it down. Now drink.” You push the water back to him and cross your arms. He sighs and takes a sip. “More, Stiles.” You warn and he rolls his eyes. He drinks more and you turn to Scott. “He should be fine, as long as he does what I tell him to.”

“Thank God. I couldn’t take him to the ER because of my mom. Thank you so much.” He hugged you and you smiled.

“Of course, Scott. That’s what I’m here for. Is everyone coming for dinner?” You both pull away and Scott nods. “Derek, do you want to stay?” You smile at him and he nods.

“Sure.”

“Wow. Sourwolf has had a change of heart.” You hear Stiles say quietly.

“Stiles lay down and be quiet” You say as you look over your shoulder. He does as you say and you look back to Derek.

“How do you get them to listen so well?” He chuckles.

“She’s the pack mother. This is the Y/N I was telling you about.”

Derek nods. “You are great with them, Scott tells me a lot.” He smiles.

“I’ve always been a motherly person so I guess it’s just natural.” You hear Isaac enter with Jackson and Lydia.

“Take your shoes off.”

“How do you know they aren’t already off?” Isaac asks.

“Are they?” You smirk at Derek as he watches you interact.

“Maybe. What do you think?” You can practically see the goofy grin on his face.

“Judging by the way the three of you are walking I’d say no. Heavy-footed geniuses.” You turn to look at them, all of them with their shoes intact. “What did I tell you?”

Isaac laughs and you glance back at Stiles. He gives you a thumbs up and you smile.

Everyone else arrived and you were cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Derek was helping while the others watched TV.

“So, how does it feel to be a beta to an alpha in high school?“ You teased Derek.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He smiles.

You laugh. “Touché. I am the pack mother though, that has to count for something.” You turn your attention the Liam and Issac play wrestling. You hear everyone making bets. “Boys!” You cross your arms and everyone turns to look to you.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Liam and Isaac say in unison.

You turn back to Derek. “So why haven’t we ever met?” You hop onto the counter and face him.

“I’m not sure? It’s kind of strange considering we’re in the same pack.” You both laugh. “I’ll tell you what, let me take you out to dinner and we’ll get to know each other better.” Derek smiles.

“Hmm. I might just have to take you up on that.”

“Tomorrow at eight?”

You grin. “It’s a date.”

Scott turns his head. “You guys are going on a date? I didn’t think you’d get along.”

“And I didn’t think you were nosey.” You give him a look and he quickly turns back around.

You’d given Derek your number and he had texted you the next morning to tell you to dress up. You figured you’d go with your slinky blue dress and black heels. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you heard a knock at the door. You opened the door and you were greeted by Derek.

“Hey.” He breathed out, taking in the sight of you. “You look gorgeous.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

“You ready to go?” He asks, holding his hand out to you. You nod and take his hand, following him to his car. He opens your door and helps you in.

When you arrived at the restaurant he lead you inside. You sat down and he smiled at you.

“I just find it so weird that we didn’t meet until yesterday.” Derek says.

“I know. I’ve been apart of the pack for a few months and I’d only heard your name.”

“Well, I hope you heard good things about my name.” He smiles.

“Mostly..aside from a few comments from Stiles.” You laugh.

“That makes sense.” He grins. “When did they all imprint on you?”

You take a sip of your drink. “About…a month and a half ago. It happened when Scott got hurt. He’d gotten bit pretty badly and he wasn’t healing.”

“Yeah, I remember that. Nobody would let me see him.” Derek nods.

“That’s because I wouldn’t let anyone in.” You smile. “He was under my constant care. I didn’t sleep for weeks while I was watching him. Scott imprinted and everyone else followed suit.”

Derek smiles. “I’ve never met a pack mother so…”

“Young?” You smile and he nods.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with it…to be honest with you I think it’s very attractive.” He smirks.

“Really? That’s good to know. I’ll have to be extra motherly when you’re around.” You laugh.

When your date’s finished Derek drops you off at home. He walks you to your door.

“I had a really great time tonight.” He smiles at you.

“Me too. We will definitely have to do this again.” You nod as you unlock your door. “I’m doing pack dinner again tomorrow if you want to come.”

“Yeah, I’ll be here. Alright, well I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles. “Bye, Y/N.” He heads for his car and you go inside.

He didn’t kiss you. Did you do something wrong? That was probably the best date you’ve ever had. You go to bed that night with Derek clouding your thoughts.

[lcstinfantasy]

issac is leaning against the tree, flashing a smile at ayla. ever so often he glances his eyes past her shoulder over to anika. it's a new situation for him -- well not really if you counted the whole weird tension he had with allison and scott -- but this was reciprocated. he smiled at anika as she finally makes her way over to him, his hand just pushing down anika's back as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"not my fault you were being all distracting!" he chuckled as he follows after them.

@lcstinfantasy || Anika, Ayla and Isaac

Anika tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, biting her lip as she watched Ayla and Isaac. They had been the first wolves who really accepted her, who were there to help her through accepting what she was.

She was grateful for them, for what they did for her.

Ayla looked over at Anika and smiled, then reached up and kissed Isaacs cheek before walkng over to the other she wolf.

"Come on Isaac, I thought we were going to run?" She called back, linking her arm with Anika's.

[lcstinfantasy]

blue eyes watch the way her fingers tap against the wood of the table. the echo loud in his ears as he sighs out. "and what you would have watched us bust our ass with the snowblower while staying warm inside. no thank you." issac teased, eyes moving over to stiles. "good thing i'm a decent cook." his dad use to make him cook their meals. "when is it suppose to stop? the snow."

their dining room but there's a blizzard outside, nobody is getting in or out of the house for the next day or two - my issac @ erica & stiles

⸺  𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗟𝗬  𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗗  𝗔𝗖𝗥𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗦  𝗧𝗔𝗣  𝗔  𝗥𝗛𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗠  into  the  table  that  bleeds  with  impatience  as  she  leans  into  stiles'  side  ,  throwing  a  frustrated  glance  between  him and isaac  both  .  ❝  i  told  you  guys  we  should  have  bought  that  snowblower  ,  but  nooooo  .  you  wanted  to  tease  me  for  finding  something  else  to  buy  instead . i told you guys ; when in doubt just assume i'm right . . .  you  understand  this  means  we  have  to  cook  ,  right  ?  like  ,  real  food  ?  ❞

[lcstinfantasy]

"so defensive for me being wrong, huh?" he teased, smirk on his lips as he looked at the coyote. he liked pushing buttons. it's what he did. especially when he knows someone doesn't particularly like being around him. he did it to stiles all those years s really it's no surprise he picks on it with her. "do tell...why do i annoy you." he hummed. "you like mexican?"

@lcstinfantasy asked: ❛ for being someone you hate, i’m sure on your mind a lot. ❜ - from issac

"You are not on my mind." The coyote fixed him with a small scowl. Though the scowl was definitely because the wolf was right. "And I don't hate you." she muttered the last part quietly. "You annoy me, there is a difference." In the terms of the rules of the animal kingdom, she'd growl at him, not attack him; so big difference. She continued searching through the cupboard for something to eat. "You wanting something to eat?"

[lcstinfantasy]

they have been on the road for hours and while the snacks were doing enough to hold him over they were not feeding him enough for the werewolf appetite he's got. he needs something heftier so that they can continue onto their destination. "i think we should sit down. get out of the car and stretch our legs before climbing back in til we get to a hotel or something." he chuckled as he takes the exit she instructed. "what are you feeling?"

⸺  𝗦𝗛𝗘  𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗦  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗜𝗡  𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗛  right  away  ,  a  small  smile  lifting  the  corners  of  her  lips  as  riley  pulls  up  the  map  on  her  phone  .  deft  digits  tap  away  as  she  browses  the  local  food  options  ,  legs  pulled  up  to  tuck  beneath  her  frame .  ❝  okay  ,  it  looks  like  there's  a  bunch  of  fast  food  restaurants  in  two  exits  ,  but  if  you  want  to  go  somewhere  we  can  sit  down  take  the  next  one  .  ❞  she  leaves  the  choice  in  the  older  wolf's  hands  ,  chin  coming  to  rest  atop  her  palm  as  she  leans  onto  the  center  console  .  ❝  we  could  also  just  grab  a  bunch  of  snacks  at  a  gas  station  .  ball's  in  your  court  ,  babe  .  ❞    

[lcstinfantasy]

"just have a feeling it may be a little too challenging for you, is all." was issac baiting her, of course he was. he's really good at that.

@lcstinfantasy asked: don't make promises you can't keep, darling. - from issac

"Who says I can't keep the promise?" Aspen asked, head tilting at him. "You can ask anyone who knows me, I don't break promises."

[lcstinfantasy]

a breath leaves him as her weight settles against him. something he forgets that people care. he's spent so long having the one person left that was suppose to care, treat him horrible. when it comes to protecting the ones he cares about, he'll selflessly put his life before theirs. "i just want to protect everyone. i mean what's the harm of losing me when other's are a stake, you know?"

⸺  𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥  𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗕𝗦  𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘  𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗗  isaac's  neck  in  mere  moments  ,  chin  dropping  heavy  onto  a  tense  shoulder  .  ❝  believe  me  ;  you  may  be  a  werewolf  ,  but  if  i  thought  for  a  second  you  were  a  monster  ?  we  wouldn't  be  sitting  here  having  this  conversation  .  sometimes  shit  just  happens  ,  you  know  ?  it's  not  always  about  who  deserves  it  or  why  .  ❞

[lcstinfantasy]

"i know." it's soft, just above a whisper. his eyes didn't move from the horrid scene displayed in front of him. blood, bodies, the smell of death surrounded them. these people hadn't done anything wrong. they were peaceful in every way and they were brutally murdered. "hunters. they don't care. chris is different, the rest suck." he shakes his head and starts to steer her away, "let's get out of here. figure out what to do ya?"

⸺  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗔  𝗛𝗔𝗦  𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗡  𝗦𝗢  𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛  𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡  in  her  life  ,  so  much  pain  and  loss  ;  and even so , it  never  gets  easier  .  even  now  ,  witnessing  the  corpses  of  people  she  has  never  met  ,  she  cannot  stomach  the  sight  without  turning  to  hide  in  the  safety  of  isaac's  arms  .  ❝  they  were  fucking  slaughtered  ,  ❞  she  mumbles  against  his  chest  ,  tears  with  which  she  trusts  him  and  him  alone  staining  the  fabric  of  his  t - shirt  .  ❝  these  people  were  innocent  ,  isaac  ,  they  -  .  .  .  what  kind  of  fucking  psychopath  would  do  something  like  this  ?  ❞

[lcstinfantasy]

"you've got me there." if they were playing by the unspoken rules neither would be in the situation. issac had a habit of playing with fire and this was one of those times. but he wasn't holding himself back. if boyd, stiles and scott got to get with pack members, why wasn't he allowed to. especially where there had been so much bubbling under the surface between him and emma.

his eyes falter with holding her face when the sound of the garments hitting the floor register in his ears. it became an even more difficult task when her hand lead his to her wet folds. "fuck it." he mumbles before he's crashing his lips to her's in a heated kiss, thick digits working over her clit

⸺  𝗦𝗛𝗘  𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧  𝗧𝗢  𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡  𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗘  as  isaac's  hands  find  purchase  about  her  bare  waist  ,  though  a  heat  begins  to  build  nearly  immediately  between  slender  thighs  as  the  younger  wolf  is  enveloped  completely  in  his  scent  and  embrace  .  cushioned  lips  curl  upward  ,  golden  tresses  cascading  around  the  pair  as  her  head  tilts  inward  against  his  jaw  .  ❝  same  page  ,  ❞  she  breathes  ,  words  landing  hot  against  soft  dermis  as  petite  hands  begin  to  wander  .  ❝  of  course  i  am  .  .  .  what  would  be  the  fun  in  being  good  ?  ❞  

with that digits slip beneath the waistline of her lingerie , doelike optics holding a cerulean gaze as she pushes the last of her garments down and off over trembling thighs . the potential social ramifications of hooking up with a pack mate have dissolved nearly entirely from her psyche , tunnel vision taking over as she takes hold of a strong hand and guides it lower and lower - until the tips of his fingers hit slick , warm evidence of the physical affects wrought by the encounter .

[lcstinfantasy]

blue eyes drop down to her fingers that are playing with the hem of her sweatshirt. emma is beautiful; gorgeous. her smile and teasing just makes her all that more attractive and issac is unable to resist the temptation. as she continues to tease he lets out a groan. "shiiit..." he breaths out, before shaking his head. "no no, just making sure we were on the same page. no objection to the offer here." he says

hands lift his own shirt off, it joining her hoodie on the floor as he follows after her. his hands circling her waist as he drags her into the bathroom the rest of the way. caging her against the wall, next to the shower, a smirk finds it's way to his lips as he looks at her. "you're up to no good, emma." he teased

⸺  𝗔  𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗧  𝗚𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗟𝗘  𝗟𝗜𝗟𝗧𝗦  𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪  𝗢𝗙  her  mouth  ,  button  nose  scrunching  into  an  affectionate  display  of  amusement  .  ❝  that's  still  the  plan  ,  yeah  ,  ❞  emma  hums  ,  stepping  closer  to  her  fellow  beta  as  petite  digits  hook  underneath  the  hemline  of  her  sweatshirt  .  he's  flustered  and  it  shows  ,  the  surprise  written  across  his  visage  feeding  the  blonde's  smirk  with  each  second  that  passes  . 

❝  you  don't  have  to  ,  of  course  ;  i'm  just  gonna  head  that  way  and  get  myself  all  wet  and soapy  if  you  feel  like  getting  in  on  that  at  all  .  .  .  ❞  the curve of the younger martin's lip is pinched suggestively between teeth as she turns , hoodie hitting the ground as she inches slowly toward her bathroom .