❴ TEEN WOLF ━ ISAAC LAHEY. ❵
❛❛ i don't even want to begin
imagining a world without
you in it. you're the light of
my life, and without you?
i'm submerged in darkne...
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published: 130817. revised: 140318. word count:1590 other: ugh i love the dinner scene so much. the acting is just sooo freaking good!
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BEING ALINA Rivers-Fletcherwas no difficult task. Making lasagna, however, she begged to differ.
The brunette couldn't help but ask herself time and time again why there were so many layers, but neglected the answer - because lasagna was delicious.
The crash of the front door, followed by the scuffing of shoes on the dirt mat, both weren't at all audible over Alina's Spotify playlist, playing loudly as she cooked.
A huffing Isaac entered the kitchen, tiredly setting down his gym bag on a dining seat, "Lina, please tell me dinner's ready, I'm starving," he whines, throwing a sulky look her way.
She rolled her eyes, placing a lid on a saucepan, and turning to meet his eyes, "How was practice?"
The curly-haired boy rubbed a slow hand over his face before fixating his eyes on the ground, leaning casually against the counter, "Yeah, it went well."
Alina nodded in reply, noticing the weariness on his face before turning her focus back to the pan and stirring. Isaac advanced towards her, peering over her shoulders with ease and poking his finger in the liquid, then bringing it up to his lips. Alina squealed his name, swatting away his hand as he chuckled lowly.
"Hey, it tastes good!" the boy exclaimed, pleasantly surprised, Tell me when dinner's ready, okay?"
"Will do," she replied, opening up another pan to check on the broccoli. Isaac shimmied his shoulders to the beat whilst heading out of the kitchen and up to his room, Alina giggling loudly at the sight.
