#nevermindhesfixed

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closed starter for: @nevermindhesfixed.

Head down,  eyes scanning the text book and he’s jotting down notes almost lazily. He leans back in the seat and he’s unaware that someone’s been watching him until he catches the other in his view. Eyebrow raising slightly as he looks up at him, following the gaze down to the book in front of him. “What? Do you need this?”

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{ @nevermindhesfixed gets a starter.}

 He’s nursing a bottle at his lips, the strong alcoholic substance making  him feel warm inside almost. It numbed the pain that he didn’t understand, he’d just stare off, into the distance of the stars out of the large window that he was sat beside. What did he want? What did he miss? He didn’t know, but booze made him forget most of the time. Bel turned his head, seeing someone, a familiar face.  

  “Are you the waiter? Get me another drink.”

[betawithascarf]

★: our muses stargaze together

It had taken a mild amount of pleading but with a little help from Melissa, he’s managed to secure a car and soon enough he’d led a blind folded Charlie to the outskirts of town to a place that was an almost distant memory to him.  Once that existed in a tucked away place where he still had a family that had loved one another once.  But, it was the happiness Charlie brought him that inspired him to draw good from the memories that could undo him.  With a few blankets set out onto the roof and a bit of help, he revealed the deserted site to Charlie-- distant from any city or pollution as the sky was taking on a purple hue as it ate away the orange of sunset. “Lame.. Cheesy... I know, but I figured you’d deal with it.” He joked as he relaxed, curling close to the other a he brushed his nose affectionately against his.

[betawithascarf]

"OOPS”

Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel.

Knocking had long ago become a thing of the past between the two lovers, though it still did little to stifle surprise after Isaac jhad cut the shower and slinked back into his bedtoom, curls and hair ruffled from his towel as his down draped snugly to his waist. He thought little of the scent of his boyfriend, afterall his room was a rather strong mix of their scents and he was distracted by the rush of a nice shower to catch the other signs he could have. Which earned the 'Whoa' that escaped the wolf as he found a relaxed Charlie on his bed, "See--- I knew you secretly were a ninja." He chuckled, smirking ashe moved to his own bed, leaning over to greet his lover with a gentle kiss, of course all too tempted to tease the dark haired young man on his bed with a towel malfunction but he behaved for now.

[betawithascarf]

bad moon

It was no secret the looming full moon had him on edge, even no he was dripping in sweat which only caused hi curly hair to frizz even more.  He’s retreated to his far corned locked, hiding in the strewn uniform he strung up as he hid himself half in his locked as his body shivered and even his spine popped as his body left him groaning from the pain of transformation that was trying to claw its way out of him. The anger, insecurity, the power-- it overwhelmed him much like the nauseating scent of the locker room yet he could move, couldn’t leave as his could feel the shard fangs beginning to overwhelm his mouth, claws he knew he couldn’t hid, but more importantly if he lost his focus on his thoughts of Charlie he feared whether he’d slaughter or simply have an animalistic breakdown.

“Fuck... fuck...”  Isaac drew a fist, about to punch through the petty locker, but then a touch stopped him and instead of turning on thim in andger, he’d only then managed to pick out his other half’s sent. “Hey, handsome...”

[betawithascarf]

just because.

no matter how many times he felt it, isaac continued to remain awed by charlie and the was that he could his best friend and boyfriend’s generally bi-polar behavior and practically just sooth it away .  thanks to being a werewolf, his moods had quickly become a constant risk, yet all it took were a few soothing words, a squeeze of hand, or hell, on the worst days-- even when a wolfed out Stiles ended up punched by a human Charlie, it grounded him.  Where people had sensations, memories, and feelings-- Isaac had a single individual that had allowed him to become completely anchored and once events had led to the same very wold bearing red eyes instead of gold, it was his loyaly to Charlie that allowed him to remailn sane. more importantly, it was days like this-- lazy little weekend days where they woke up in the same bed and cuddled closely together, that only continued to help their relationship blossom.

of course, isaac had made a slightly gamble after sliding from the bed.  he’d actually had to pause, admiring the angelic way charlie seemed to sleep, even if the way one singular remain scarf still remained pinned to the head bored and restraining one of his boyfriends wrists from their activities last night-- it actually earned a soft blush from the caring wolf before he slinked down stairs to the kitchen, where luckily no a single soul was around.   the only valuable skill isaac had picked up from his chaotic home life was cooking and after turning the kitchen into a slight warzone, he was soon enough returning to his and charlie’s bed with two plates of some very delectable smelling stack of pancake, his pajama pants hanging low enough that his abs and the ‘v’ of his hips were more than on display-- but, isaac had no need for self consciousness.  

charlie was the one man that made him confident about himself, even his abilities.  something as trivial as showing of his well toned body only made him proud, especially since it had only been a month, exactly, since they’d let slip their feelings after all these years.  this was the least he could do to show charlie he paid attention to him, that he remembered.  that ‘they’ were thing that made this world worth living. “happy monthaversary sleepy head.” isaac smirked, settling charlies plate on his night stand before untying the know from the scarf he’d used to restrain his lover last night, chuckling to himself, as he returned to his side of the bed, waiting little before he wolfed his own pancakes down.