«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you were Lydia's girlfriend. *** "How do you like me?" Martin asked, appearing on the threshold. She was going into another room to change for the upcoming party. "Meow," Lydia made cat claws in the air with her hand. "Honey, are you sure this is exactly what you need?" you asked cautiously, pointing with your finger at her black bra and black cat ears with white down inside on her head. "You're not going straight like that, are you? I have nothing against ears, but…" "Help me find something suitable," Martin smiled knowingly. She appreciated that you were worried about her and her safety. You looked at her appraisingly, came up and kissed her gently, and then went to the closet and began to look for something that would suit her. Lydia agreed to a black T-shirt with a shallow neckline. "By the way, do you want the same ears, Y/N?" Lydia innocently asked, looking at you. "Do you have any more?" you asked and inwardly grinned. Of course, Lydia took care of you, too. Instead of answering, Martin went to the bedside table and took out almost the same cat ears, except they were completely black. "Will they fit?" she asked, handing you the headband. "If you don't like it, we can buy others, there is still time." "I like it, Lyds, thank you," you smiled, gratefully kissing her on the forehead. "We are cats now," Lydia giggled, hugging you and snuggling closer. "That's right, honey," you hugged her tighter, gently kissing her shoulder.