it wasn't me || scisaac
thexhottestxgirl:
[ he tries not to make eye contact. he tries really hard. so maybe he’s being a little submissive here, but isaac knows scott’s the alpha — not that scott really asserts his dominance over him or purposely rubs it in his face; that’s just rude. and scott is embarrassed, screw him. isaac just found the doodle he’d drawn up waiting for him to come home like a puppy with attachment issues. ]
”Yeah, it’s… I’m sorry, I don’t— didn’t mean to— ——sorry.”
[ he's quiet again. probably too quiet. for too long, as well.
isaac ducks his head, pretends not to see; or to hear; or to feel; the blood rushing into their cheeks.
what stuns the beta most of all, though, is that this doesn't stun him; not quite like it should. ]
"Scott.
Scott.
It's fine. It's cute."


















