#fugitiveisaac

[ceraclark-official]

{ O P E N }

Amelia ran her fingers through her hair, as she looked down at her phone. She just continued to tap, until she felt her petite body crash against hers, causing her to fall over.. "Would you mind watching where your going?" She spoke angrily, until her eyes flickered up, meeting the figure she crashed into.. Isaac. 

[littlebrokensurvivor]

Catching the scent of the other beta, the teen's shoulders dropped as she exhaled before turning to face him. Even if they were in the same pack and she genuinely believed in the important bonds one should build with packmates, Cora rarely let herself really get to know the others. "Do you need anything?" she decided to ask. 

[alivinghale]

{ txt }: yo

{txt}: Hey Isaac.

[actualethan-blog]

fugitiveisaac replied to your post: when you reblog something but your reply doesnt...

i was like whats going on but aw aw dont hide in shame

my internet is being a butt so nothing is posting for me s:

[actualethan-blog]

when you reblog something but your reply doesn't show up so you delete it and hide in shame

[eyes-blazing]

5 People Listening

lydialittlemiss

thank-you-greenberg

fugitiveisaac

jackswhitt

notsodeadhalesister

Emrys looks up from his guitar to see someone watching him, it wasn’t that strange. He always played in the park for cash so there was always someone sitting around listening to him. He smiles at the new comer and goes back to his music, long nimble fingers and soft even voice creating songs.

[grinchofbeaconhills]

Brownie. (bc it'd be funny)

Brownie: Our characters doing housework together

Jackson and Isaac sat on the couch in the living room with Xbox controllers in their sweaty palms. “Dude come on that’s so not fair! You cut me off!" Jackson groaned pressing the buttons on the controller harder in hopes to make his car race around the corners faster. ‘Ya snooze ya loose!’ the other wolf cackled a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. 

Quickly pausing the game and picking up his phone whenever it rang he pressed it to his ear “Whittemore" he said dusting popcorn off of his lap and onto the floor “Wait what? You’ll be here in an hour? I thought you were coming tomorrow" setting the xbox controlled on the coffee table the male quickly sprung to his feat and began dusting popcorn off the couch “See you then" hanging up the phone he looked at Isaac helplessly “My parents will be here in an hour and this place is a mess. You sweep and mop the floors while I do the clothes and put the furniture back in its places" 

‘Why do I have to help? It’s your parents not mine’ Isaac whined standing up and walking to the cleaning closet grabbing a broom and mop “Because Jackass, if you haven’t realized you lived her also and i’ll buy you Mexican" fixing the couch cushions he pushed the couch back in it’s original spot then moved out of Isaac’s way so he could sweep ‘Mexican food? That’s it?’ he asked quickly sweeping up all the popcorn before throwing it away “Fine, i’ll throw in a new scarf too. Whatever. Just shut up and clean the clocks ticking"

[asthmatiicalpha]

+{fugitiveisaac}

It was late. He shouldn't have been out, but figured that no one would notice. He would come back, anyway. He just needed the fresh air. 

What was supposed to be a few minutes turned into a few hours, and before he knew it his bike was running on empty. Honestly, he wasn't sure how he made it back home; the engine was running on fumes by this point. He killed the engine - silently cursing just how loud it was - and balanced the wheels on the peg in front of the McCall residence. 

Scott tried to be quiet; he really did. But the keys in the door jingled just a little too loudly and his footsteps seemed much heavier than he remembered them being when he left. The air had helped. It had gotten his mind off of ...everything. Now, he just needed sleep. He hung the keys where they had been when he left, and dropped his helmet in the exact spot he had that afternoon after school. 

He turned to walk back down the hallway and into his room when a figure in the kitchen caught his eye. Shit. He changed direction and made his way guiltily towards who he figured was his disappointed mother. Instead, he was met with a much taller figure, with much shorter curly hair. Relief flooded over him, and his shoulders visibly fell. "Hey, man." He muttered, thankful he had encountered Isaac. "Why are you still up?"