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#isaac lahey COME BACK TO ME
msginnymalfoy · 2 years
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Tʏʟᴇʀ ᴘᴏsᴇʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʟғ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ:
Tyler also said that they don't know a specific date yet for the release of the Teen Wolf Movie, but they do know it will come out this year. He said he hopes it will be in December.
- dsharmanews/rharsin (twitter)
Also, ian bohen told the same thing as tyler... there will be more teen wolf movies and everyone will come back.. 'eventually'.
*SOBS*
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miguelschamp · 3 months
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fearless
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pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader
summary: something is finally done about the lingering feelings between you and isaac
warnings: none. it’s quite literally just fluff
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the bell rings dismissing you from your last class of the day. you walk out with malia by your side complaining about your teacher.
“malia, she’s just doing her job.” you chuckle
“i don’t care. she’s not making any sense when she’s explaining things and she’s the only one whose given us homework for the weekend.”
“that is true.” you mumble as you two stop at your locker
“it’s stupid.” she says rolling her eyes. she looks past you as you dig through your locker. a smirk takes over her face. “your boyfriend’s coming.”
you look up to her quickly, “what ?” she nods ahead as you turn to your left. your eyes widen as you see isaac coming toward you. “oh my god.”
“good luck.” she says. your head snaps to her. “what ? where are you going ?”
“away from here. the awkward flirting makes me nauseous.”
“wait, malia. please.” you beg
“no.” she mumbles, “isaac.”
you sigh as the boy stops beside you. he smiles lightly, “hey, malia.”
the girl hums before she walks off.
you and isaac had a little bit of a confusing relationship. you two weren’t dating, but it was obvious you liked each other. you didn’t really know what to make of it since he hadn’t asked you on a date or to be his girlfriend. it was just a little awkward whenever you two spoke to each other.
“uh, y/n ?”
your eyes shut tightly before you slowly turn to him. when your eyes open, you’re met with a smile.
“hey, isaac.” you say softly
“hey. how was your day ?” he asks
“it was good.” you nod. “uh, what about you ? how was your day ?”
“good. good.” he nods. you chuckle as you nod with him. “i actually wanted to ask you something.”
“okay.” you say as he starts digging through his bag.
“i wanted to ask if you’d wear my extra jersey to the game tonight.” he says as he pulls the jersey out. you brows raise as you look up at him.
“really ?”
“yeah.” he says scratching the back of his neck, “only if you want to though.”
of course you did.
“yes. yeah, sure.” you ramble
“okay. great.” he smiles wide as you take the jersey from him. “i’ll be sure to look out for you.”
his heart skips as you smile up at him. his blue eyes searching your face before he looks down at his feet.
•••
a couple of hours had passed and the game was starting soon. you sat in the bleachers with lydia and malia while isaac, scott, stiles, kira, and liam were out on the field.
you wore isaac’s jersey like he asked, but you put a long sleeve on under seeing as it was always cold in beacon hills. you also tied the end of his jersey around your waist since it seemed like it was huge on you.
“you know, wearing someone’s jersey basically means that you’re dating.” lydia says
“does it ?” you ask
“yeah.” lydia nods, “trust me. so many different guys have tried giving me their jerseys. it’s like showing other guys that you’re taken.”
you look down at the jersey, “oh.”
“so, he’s finally making a move.” malia says, “thank god.”
“is that bad to where you guys are hoping that we finally start dating ?”
“yes.” they both say. your mouth opens slightly as you try to respond, but you come up with nothing as the game begins.
you missed how isaac had looked into the bleachers for you. his eyes searching each row until they finally land on you. a smile instantly taking over his face at the jersey covering your body.
•••
the game was nearing the end with only a few seconds left on the clock. the teams were tied and you could see coach basically having an aneurysm on the sidelines.
you weren’t too much into sports. only going to the games because of your friends being on the team, but you were on the edge of your seat.
it’s not long before you see the boys running around on the field. your eyes looking for anyone on your school’s team to have the ball.
you gasp as the ball flies through the air and isaac catches. the students start to cheer in the stands as he runs toward the goal.
“go, isaac ! go !” you yell as the students cheer him on. unbeknownst to you, he had been listening to only your voice the entire game. so, out of everyone yelling at him and cheering him on, he only heard you.
you and the students in the bleachers stand as he gets closer to the goal. you feel your heart beat hard in your chest as the clock ticks down.
just as isaac tosses the ball toward the goal, the buzzer goes off. it’s quiet for a second before the ball goes in. isaac earned the game winning point.
the crowd erupts into cheers as the team runs over to isaac. you and lydia jumping up and down as malia cheers beside you.
a couple of people step off the bleachers into the field to celebrate with the team.
you, lydia, and malia make your way down the bleachers and onto the field. you guys spot stiles first. malia walking up and giving him a hug as you look around.
“he’s on the other side.” stiles says breathing heavily. you turn to him to see him already smiling at you.
“go get him.” lydia says tapping your arm excitedly. you chuckle at her before you make your way through the students.
isaac laughs as his team sets him down. he turns as his eyes scan the crowd for any sign of you.
“isaac !”
he turns and sees you pushing through some students trying to make your way to them. you dodge a teen running up toward a friend as he smiles at you.
as you run up to him, he holds his arms out. you two collide in a hug with your arms going around his neck and his around your waist.
he lifts you off the ground slightly causing you to laugh. he sets you down as you pull away, but don’t go far at all. your hands holding onto his arms as his stay around your waist.
“that was amazing. i’m so proud of you.” you smile
“thank you.” he says, before his eyes trail down, “you actually wore it.”
you look down before looking up at him with bright eyes. “yeah, of course. you wanted me to, right ?”
“yeah.” he nods, “you know, i couldn’t have done it without you.”
your brows furrow, “what do you mean ?”
“i was listening for your voice.” he says. your face softens, “while i was playing. it helped me focus.”
isaac searches your face for any reaction to what he said. he doesn’t expect you to lean up and kiss him, but he definitely accepts it.
you pull away slowly. your breathing a little heavy as you look up at him. “i really like you.”
his smile widens, “i really like you too.”
you chuckle as he leans in again, kissing you softly.
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twjournals · 3 months
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you tell them you're pregnant / part 2
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Isaac Lahey
He doesn't believe his ears. He makes you repeat it because he's not sure he heard you correctly.
"Isaac, I'm pregnant." You repeat.
You had known for a few days now. You were in a world of emotions already between your own emotions and wondering what Isaac would think when he found out.
There was no beating around the bush when you told him.
You weren't that far along to notice. If you hadn't missed your period, you probably would not have suspected anything yourself.
He blinked, turning his head as if he was taking in everything you were saying.
You stood in front of him, your hair still damp from the shower you had just taken.
"And here I thought you were about to tell me about something you were thinking in the shower." He chuckled nervously, feeling his hands starting to get clammy and he rubbed them around his pj bottoms. "Pregnant?"
You just nodded your head.
"Is this why you've been so quiet the past few days?" He met your eyes again.
You weren't sure what to say. You were terrified what was going through his mind.
"I can't say I'm not freaking out a little," He started before rising to his feet to lift your chin to look at him. He couldn't lie. He was freaking out between the trauma he was slowly recovering from with his father and trying to keep it from coming between the two of you. But right now he knew how much he needed you.
You look out the shaky breath you were holding in and he stroked his finger across your cheek. "But I'm here."
He presses a kiss to the side of your head, pulling you into his arms to hold you tight. "I'm here."
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Theo Raeken
You knew it wasn't smart to be going behind your brother's back with Theo but you couldn't help yourself. And let's be honest Theo wasn't helping either.
"Theo, I need to tell you something." You mumbled against his lips as he started to pull his jacket down his arm.
It wasn't hard to hide it when everyone hated Theo, including you. You played the role so well.
At least that was the case.
"What is it?" His mouth left yours only to continue working kisses down your jaw and along your neck. You could barely think around him.
Your hands pushed against his chest, leaning away from him to pry his lips from your neck. He held onto your waist as he finally met your eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Liam was going to kill you.
You swallowed hard. Everything. "I'm pregnant, Theo."
You could feel how tense the air had grown around you in just a few second. Neither of you had said a word for a while, but his arms never moved from around you.
You moved to pull the two positive pregnancy tests from your back pocket to show him. His eyes followed your hand.
"I'm sorry. This isn't how I wanted things to go either, but I'm terrified. And Liam- Liam is going to-"
His name was like a trigger for the both of you. Considering Liam was your brother and about the only person who gave Theo any sort of a chance aside from you. "He's gonna have to get over it." He finally spoke.
"I don't want to ruin things for you. I know you've been trying to do better with everyone."
"I'm not worried about that." He admitted as his large hands caressed along your back comfortingly. "This matters more to me than trying to appease them." He nodded his head towards you.
Your cheeks blushed a deep crimson before hiding your face into his chest.
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Peter Hale
You were curled up on the couch watching a movie with Peter after a long day of both of you helping Scott's pack.
A blanket was draped across both of you and a bowl of popcorn sitting on his lap.
You had known the exciting news for a week now and you couldn't wait any longer to share it with him.
Not that you had been trying to get pregnant, but it was a topic discussed a few times and you both weren't against being parents. You had been married two years now. It was nothing you were in a hurry to do, but now that it was happening. It felt like it was meant to be.
You reached a hand into the bowl to grab some popcorn, smiling to yourself as you kept your eyes on the tv screen.
"So what if I told you I may or may not be pregnant?" You tossed the popcorn in your mouth.
His fingers tracing against your back stilled and he lifted his head off the couch cushion to look at you.
"Are you?"
You struggled to bite back the grin on your lips, peeking over at find his soft eyes already on you.
"I am."
You watched his lips curl into a smile, knocking over the popcorn over to pull you into his lap. "Oh my god Peter. I was eating that."
His arms wrapped around your body to cuddle you on his lap. "I've been waiting for you to say something. I knew something was off." He kissed the corner of your mouth, glazing a large hand over your stomach.
"You knew? What?"
He taps his ear with a smirk. "You're married to a werewolf, baby. This is old news."
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undercoveravenger · 5 months
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Motivators
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Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Scientist!Male!Reader
Requested: Yes
Request: “okay for the spooky request could you write Isaac lahey x scientist reader who doesn’t believe in the supernatural but they are hunting a ghost and reader and Isaac make a bet where if they do find the ghost reader owes Isaac a kiss or something”
A/N: This is the third fic in the 2023 Spooky Month event! The next post will release on Tuesday, October 24th. Hope you enjoy!
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While your best friend Scott McCall and his pack were no strangers to your lab, you still found yourself a bit on edge with Scott’s beta, Isaac. You had known of him before he was turned, and he had seemed nice enough the few times you had interacted with him, but there had always seemed to be something off, even after Scott had told you the truth about his friends. You weren’t sure exactly why Isaac made you so uneasy, but the weight of his eyes, whether glowing their infamous werewolf gold or his pretty every-day blue, was ever present and unreadable. 
Even now, with the rest of the pack off investigating the most recent victim of a vengeful spirit, Isaac lingered, perched on one of the spare lab tables pushed against the wall and watching you intently. 
“You didn’t have to wait here,” you say, ardently refusing to look at him, studying the strange glowing sample they’d brought you through the viewing lens of your microscope. “You heard Scott- He thinks he’s got a lead. You could’ve gone with him to check it out.”
A soft huff escapes Isaac and you can hear him shift behind you, moving from his seat on the opposite table to come lean against the one you’re working at. “No,” he says quietly, “I needed to be here.” He’s silent for a minute and you almost think to press him further when he continues, “I know you don’t need me to be here, but I need to be.” He clears his throat awkwardly when you look up at him, but he presses on, in spite of the thick blush clouding his cheeks. “I worry about you a lot when I’m not around you, y’know? Not just that you’re just a human, but that you’re you.”
You studied Isaac for a long moment, a sort of self-satisfied amusement creeping through you as he fidgets under your gaze, clearly having said more than he meant to and exposing his emotions in the process. 
“You really think that you’re going to catch this ghost?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him. 
He nodded, grinning shyly, “Yeah. With you and Scott working together to find it? No way we don’t.”
Whenever you’d caught Isaac looking at you in the past, the look in his eyes was always intense, but he was unreadable in the same way that the old Latin tombs that Allison had swiped from her family’s archives for you had been. But in the same way you had learned to decipher those ancient books, you were starting to see the meaning behind those lingering stares and Isaac’s looming presence. He’d never seemed malicious to you, not even before he’d joined Scott’s pack, but now you could see that determined distance for what it was.
You rolled your eyes and turned back to your sample, but couldn’t stop the edge of your lips from quirking up as you spoke. “You find it and I owe you a kiss.”
While you were no longer looking at him, you could pick out the exact moment Isaac realized what you’d said since you could hear his sneakers squeak against the floor as he struggled to catch himself from falling. “I- I, uh, I-” he stammered and you could practically hear how flustered he was. “I’m- I’m gonna go call Scott and see if his lead panned out. Y’know, we uh, we really need to get rid of this ghost thing before it hurts someone else. We should- We should really do everything we can to catch it as soon as possible, right?”
You couldn’t help but laugh as he hurried out of the room, and you laughed even harder when you were able to pick up the excited whoops echoing in from outside of your lab from Isaac and Scott over the phone line.
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imagine-you · 7 months
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These Wolves Keep On Scratching At My Heart [Isaac Lahey/Reader] (1/?)
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Summary: Growing up as a human in the Hale pack wasn't easy, but you wouldn't have traded it for anything. When you're twelve, a fire takes away most of your family, except for your father and two of your cousins. You're adopted by a kind deputy and officially become a part of the Stilinski family since your father can't care for you and your cousins have fled town. You think life can't possibly get any more complicated until you're eighteen and your brother's best friend gets bitten by a rogue alpha out in the preserve. Word Count: 3.9k Notes: Reader is Peter's daughter (I'm pretty sure Malia won't exist in this fic) and there's a lot of story to tell here, so please be patient with me! I promise I will explain everything. If you like this, letting me know would make my day! Read on AO3 The splintering of wood and the roar of the flames was deafening. Smoke had engulfed the house, leaving everything hazy and disorienting.  
You didn't know how the fire started or where everyone went, but there was only one person you had on your mind as you stumbled towards your bedroom door.  
"Dad? Dad?!" You called, panic leaking into your voice.  
Everything felt like it was abruptly tilted to the side and you didn't realize that you were falling until you hit the floor.  
"I've got you. You'll be alright," you heard a voice say before arms scooped you up off the floor. You were cradled against someone's chest as you coughed, attempting to take a breath. "You'll be alright," the person repeated, attempting to reassure you, even though their voice was fearful and strangled.  
The next thing you heard was the sound of breaking glass before you felt like you were flying. You let out a cry of anguish when you felt yourself fall, the sight of your father's face watching you from the window the last thing you saw before you hit the ground.  
"Y/N! Y/N, c'mon, wake up. You're having that dream again." 
You jolted awake, the smell of smoke seemingly lingering in your room before you focused on your brother.  
"What?" You groaned, attempting to shake off the nightmare and focus on Stiles.  
"You were screaming in your sleep," he told you, his expression a mix of worry and dismay. "Again." 
That didn't really surprise you. Whenever you dreamt of the fire, it always brought up memories and feelings you wished would stay buried. But since the fire had swept away your whole life, leaving you to rise from the ashes and start over, it was hard to ignore the effect it had on you.  
"I'll be alright," you assured Stiles, unknowingly echoing the last words you ever heard your father speak. "What are you doing up right now? Isn't it late?" 
"I was going to Scott's, since Dad's on a call and you were asleep. I was on my way out when I heard you."  
Even in the dark of your bedroom, you could see Stiles fidgeting. Either he was nervous about something or he was up to something. Knowing your brother, it was probably a bit of both.  
"Why are you going to Scott's so late? You do remember school starts back up tomorrow, right?" 
Stiles rolled his eyes before flopping down onto your bed, ignoring your grunt of protest. "Yeah, but winter break was boring, and I've got something fun and adventurous in mind for tonight." 
You narrowed your eyes at Stiles, knowing that whatever he had in mind was likely something that would get him into trouble. "What is it?" 
"Nothing," Stiles denied, tone light and mischievous. "Want to come with me? See for yourself that I'm going to be an upstanding citizen and simply have some fun with my best bud?" 
You knew Stiles was up to no good, but you also hoped that if Scott was along for the ride, then he would keep your brother out of trouble.  
"Go," you sighed, settling back into bed. "At least one of us should be well-rested for tomorrow." 
"That's why you're the genius of the family," Stiles told you, barely avoiding the pillow you aimed at his head, before he was rolling off your bed. You heard him groan as he hit the floor before he bounded up, shooting you a grin. "See you later," he said before he hurried towards your bedroom door. He paused just before he reached it and turned to look at you. "Maybe it's time you go visit your dad again," he offered, his voice low and cautious. "You were calling for him in your sleep." 
"Yeah," you agreed, trying to keep the longing out of your voice for Stiles' sake. "I'll go after school tomorrow." 
"Good," Stiles said before nodding at you, as if he was giving you his seal of approval, and then left your room.  
You closed your eyes, attempting for a few minutes to go back to sleep, but you knew it was useless. Sleep would elude you until you quieted the maelstrom of memories and fears that plagued you from when you were only twelve years old.  
You didn't remember much about the fire. It seemed like one night you went to bed and by the time you woke up, you lost a family and were on your way to gaining a new one. You remembered waking up to smoke and flames, before trying to get to your bedroom door to look for your dad. All you wanted in that moment was your dad, because you knew he would make it all okay.  
Once the police and firefighters arrived, you were found half-hidden in a pile of debris and leaves, knocked out with a broken arm. No one could figure out how you ended up outside the house or why no one else tried to leave. Most of your family had been found in the basement, and you knew they must have been going for the tunnels, but it didn't make sense to you why they couldn't get out. Nothing about the fire made any kind of sense and you knew there were mysteries to unlock.  
The only other survivor of the fire was your father, but he was in no position to take care of you. He was currently in a care facility, since his injuries from the fire were so extensive. You tried to visit him at least once a week, but it didn't make it any easier on you to see him like that when you remembered the man who had taken care of you your whole life. He never spoke about your mom, but from what you gathered, you were better off without her.  
When Derek and Laura fled town, not even bothering to tell you goodbye, you didn't realize it was the last time you would hear from them. You were never sure if they were running from something dangerous or if they simply couldn't handle living in the same town that had robbed them of their pack, but you never quite forgave them for practically abandoning you.  
The kind deputy who found you shivering and lost amongst the debris had taken pity on you that night. After realizing you lost most of your family in the fire and had no one else to care for you, he decided to make you a part of his family. You supposed there might have been another pack out there who respected your aunt enough to take you in, but you wouldn't have wanted to leave Beacon Hills. Not as long as your dad was still there.  
The Stilinskis had made you feel like a part of their family from day one and you couldn't have been more grateful for them.  
Over the past six years, the fire and events surrounding it had weighed heavy on your mind. None of it made any sense to you and even though people wanted to dismiss it as a tragic accident, you knew it wasn't anything as simple as an electrical fire.  
The only person who seemed to really agree with you was Mr. Stilinski and while he tried his best to hide the evidence from you, you knew he was still trying to force the pieces back together so he could finally see the whole picture.  
But you had a feeling he would never see the whole picture. Not unless he discovered all the supernatural ties that were holding Beacon Hills together.  
You didn't even realize you had managed to finally doze off before you were woken by the sound of your dad berating Stiles.  
"What the hell did you think you were doing going out in the woods by yourself at this time of night? At least you had the sense not to drag Scott into it. Really, what kind of kid hears there's a body in the woods and then decides to go looking for it?" 
"I was just trying to help you and the force out! I mean, it's a big preserve! It really could've been anywhere." 
"Nice try," you heard your dad sigh. "Just get to bed, alright? You've got school tomorrow and I'm not letting you skip because you're too tired." 
"I would never," Stiles scoffed before you heard his bedroom door close.  
You waited until you heard your dad's door close before you got out of bed, keeping your steps light as you crossed your room. You opened your bedroom door, poking your head out cautiously, making sure the hallway was actually empty, before you stepped out of your room. You made your way to your brother's room, barging in before quickly closing the door behind you.  
"Y/N? What the hell?" Stiles exclaimed, turning quickly in his computer chair to face you. "I could've been doing something that would have been incredibly traumatizing for both of us if you witnessed it!" 
"Please," you sighed, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "You're shameless, but you at least manage to lock the door if you're going to do something like that." 
"Fine," Stiles groaned, reclining back in his chair. "Weren't you going back to sleep?" 
"I was," you admitted, giving Stiles an unimpressed look. "Weren't you going to hang out with Scott and respect the law or something?" 
"I was," Stiles argued, affecting an innocent tone. "I totally respected the law and didn't get into trouble at all."  
"You went looking for a dead body in the woods," you reminded him. 
 “Oh," Stiles scoffed, trying to wave it off. "You heard about that, huh?" 
"It's a little hard to ignore when our dad is berating you for something like that. What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt or killed or any number of terrible things." Stiles didn't know about the things that could be found out in the preserve, but you certainly did. You remembered the lectures from your dad when you were just a kid, telling you it wasn't safe for a human out alone in the woods at night. "And what about Scott, huh? What happened to him?" 
"He might still be out there, actually," Stiles admitted with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "But he's a smart kid. He'll be fine." 
"Fuck," you hissed, standing up. "Call him. Now," you told Stiles. "See if he's alright." 
Stiles groaned before pulling out his phone, typing away a text instead of bothering to call his best friend to see if he was alive. After a few moments, he made a sound of triumph before waving his phone at you. "He made it out! He's totally fine." 
"Okay," you sighed, choosing to trust your brother. "Just...next time you decide to go out into the woods, tell me, alright? I'll go with you." 
"Got it," Stiles agreed, focused on his phone yet again.  
You rolled your eyes, before reaching forward to pat Stiles on the shoulder. "Good talk," you told him before leaving his room. You were still worried about Scott, but you knew that Stiles would never let anything bad happen to his best friend. So, you went back to your room and climbed into bed, hoping that sleep would claim you soon.  
When you woke in the morning, you were less than excited to start the last semester of your high school career. Stiles would be starting the second half of his junior year, but once June hit, you would be done with high school. You would have to figure out where you wanted to go to college and what you wanted to do with your life and the thought of that opened up a deep pit of dread and anxiety in your gut.  
You groaned as you rolled out of bed, mindlessly going through your usual morning routine of styling your hair, putting on your clothes, eating breakfast, and then brushing your teeth.  
Stiles' jeep was already gone by the time you walked outside. You were sure he had already left to pick up Scott, which gave you more hope that Scott was actually okay and not currently wandering around the preserve.  
You climbed into your own jeep, a newer model than Stiles' with half the sentimental value. You got the car when you were sixteen and a lawyer contacted Mr. Stilinski to let him know that your dad had set aside a fund for you to be able to get your dream car when you got your license.  
When you were a kid, you had wanted any and every flashy car that would let you go fast. Your dream car changed at least once a month and your dad had promised you that he would buy you whatever you wanted as soon as you got your license.  
It hit you pretty hard when you realized your father had made preparations for your care in the event that he wasn't around to see you grow up. Even though you were grateful he was still alive, it still hurt that he couldn't speak and couldn't respond to anything you told him. You wondered if it hurt him too to watch you grow up and get older and live a whole life without him.  
You didn't think much of the night before until you got to school and noticed Scott and Stiles standing outside. Stiles was in the middle of his usual fruitless attempt to get Lydia Martin's attention as you approached the pair. Scott seemed worried about something, which prompted you to sling an arm around his shoulders and ruffle his hair.  
"What's with the long face, McCall?" 
"He's freaking out about some animal that bit him last night," Stiles said, waving it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "There's not even a mark on him. It was probably a mosquito." 
You tried to keep the alarm off your face, because it really could have been nothing. But curiosity would always get the best of you and you couldn't help but fish for more information. "Animal? What did it look like?" 
"I didn't get a good look," Scott admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "It was big and had red eyes. It bit me and I ran away. I think it was a wolf?" Scott's voice went high and confused on the last word as he sent an unsure look at Stiles.  
"Bud, I told you, there are no wolves here. It was probably a rabid rabbit or something," Stiles dismissed, urging you and Scott towards the building. "Now, c'mon, let's go get this shitshow over with." 
Your mind was spinning as you tried to get through your classes. All you could think about was a rogue alpha out in the preserve, biting people and leaving behind a trail of confused omegas in its wake. Beacon Hills had been relatively quiet on the supernatural front since the fire. The only thing even remotely supernatural around town was your dad, but he hadn't left the care facility in years. You supposed Deaton counted, but if Deaton posed a threat, then you supposed you did as well.  
Halfway through your anatomy class, you pulled out your phone, shooting a text to Deaton.  
'We've got to talk. It's important.'
Knowing Deaton, you wouldn't hear from him until it was a little too late, so you had to do something before the situation got completely out of control.  
You thought the day couldn't get any worse until word about the new girl started floating around school. 
"She's so pretty. Think she'll go out with me?" 
"Her family moves around a lot. Maybe her dad's in the military." 
"I heard her last name is Argent. I wonder if she's French."
All anyone seemed to want to talk about was the new girl including Scott and Stiles.  
"Look, she's already been sucked into Lydia's orbit," Stiles pointed out with a groan. "You have no chance, buddy," he told Scott, giving him a consoling pat on the back.  
"Well, Y/N's friends with Jackson, right? Can't you put in a good word for me?" Scott wondered, turning to you with a hopeful grin.  
You shook your head, watching Allison, wary of any move she might make. "No," you answered Scott, finally tearing your gaze away from the new girl. "You should stay away from her."  
"But--" Scott tried to object, but you were already walking away. You didn't have a good explanation for why Scott shouldn't go near Allison and you certainly couldn't figure out how to tell Scott he was probably a werewolf.  
You passed Allison, Lydia, and Jackson, ignoring Jackson's nod of acknowledgement in your direction. You didn't have the energy to deal with Jackson, even though you would hear all about how you ignored him later. There were just too many things going wrong in too short amount of time and you were starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.  
You opted to skip your last class of the day and head right for the care facility. The nurses knew you by now and most took the time to smile at you and ask how you were doing as you passed them.  
Seeing your dad helpless and catatonic never got any easier, but you couldn't deny it helped knowing he was still there for you.  
"A lot has happened since last week," you started, taking a seat in front of his chair. You reached out to take his hand, glad for the physical assurance that your dad was still with you.  
When you were younger, the doctors and nurses explained to you that talking to your dad on a regular basis might help with his overall recovery, so you made sure to visit him as often as you could. "I started the last semester of my senior year today. I should be graduating in June." You glanced down, unsure how to continue. You didn't want to say anything that would worry your dad, but the only other person you could talk to was Deaton and that was bound to be more annoying than helpful.  
"So, I've talked about Stiles and I've mentioned his best friend Scott. His mom works in the hospital and he's like a brother to me too." You let out an incredulous laugh, not even sure you could believe what you were about to tell your dad. "Last night, Stiles and Scott went looking for a dead body in the preserve. I don't know if they ever found it, but something did find Scott. I think...," you trailed off, wondering if there was any possibility where you could be wrong. Maybe it was a rabid animal and Scott simply needed a series of shots. But no, your life had never given you much luck, so it wasn't about to start now. "I think he was bitten by an alpha." 
You weren't sure if it was just wishful thinking, but you could have sworn that your dad's hand twitched in yours. You glanced down at it, but it was still and unmoving as usual, filling you with a guilty disappointment.  
"And now I've got to worry about my brother's best friend turning into a werewolf, but I've also got to worry about the new girl. She's an Argent," you explained with a wince. "Why are there hunters in town? Are they looking for the alpha or are they trying to settle down here? I don't like any of this," you sighed, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall. You didn't know how to fix any of the messes that had sprung up just in the past day. If you were still part of the Hale pack, then your aunt would have taken Scott in and showed him the ropes. She would have hunted down the rogue alpha and sorted them out before hunters could converge on your territory. None of this was anything you were capable of fixing alone and you suddenly felt so lonely that you couldn't stand it.  
"Dad," you pleaded, your voice breaking on the word. "I don't know what to do." 
Your phone buzzed with an incoming text just as a tear escaped down your cheek. You hastily wiped it away before pulling your phone from your pocket.  
'Want to help me and Scott search for his inhaler in the woods? Doofus dropped it last night running from Thumper.'
"Shit," you groaned, moving to stand up. You let your dad's hand slip from yours, trying to fight off the usual guilt you felt whenever you left him. "I have to go. I'll see you later," you told him as you stood. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and grabbed your bag, not letting yourself look back at him all alone in his room, since you knew it always broke your heart to leave him.  
Stiles had sent you the location where he parked his jeep, and it wasn't long before you pulling up next to his car.  
Scott gave you a wave when he saw you and it hit you all at once that loveable, dorky Scott was likely turning into a werewolf.  
"Hey, guys," you said, joining Stiles and Scott near the hood of Stiles' jeep. "What happened to your spare inhaler?" You asked Scott, watching his expression fall. 
"That was my spare inhaler and mom's gonna kill me if I lose it. You know how expensive those things are?" 
"Well, no one wants to make Melissa mad," you mused, thinking of the last time she really got pissed off with Scott and your brother. Her anger had nearly boiled over until it hit you and you would do just about anything to avoid Melissa McCall's wrath. "Let's get this over with," you sighed. "I don't want to be out here once it gets dark." 
"Yeah," Stiles laughed, bumping companionably into Scott's side. "Wouldn't want to run into whatever took an imaginary bite out of Scott. Although, I have some theories about that, y'know. Wolves and bites and howling and all that." 
"What? What are you talking about?" Scott's voice went high and panicked, but you knew your brother all too well.  
"You've got a disease, Scotty," Stiles started, turning a grim look towards Scott. "It's called lycanthropy." 
"What is that? Is it bad? Am I gonna die?" 
"No, not bad," Stiles said, shooting you a grin. "Just comes around once a month...during the full moon." Stiles threw his head back and howled before giving way to laughter. "Lycanthropy, Scott. It means you're turning into a werewolf." 
Even though you knew your brother was kidding, hearing the words coming from him still sent a shiver down your spine. If only he knew the danger was all too real and you were quickly running out of time before Scott became a huge problem.  
"Stiles, come on, this is serious," Scott groaned, kicking aside some leaves in an attempt to find his inhaler. "What if I have rabies or something? What if I've got an infection?" 
"Scotty, you're fine. If it was something serious, you would've been in the hospital by now." 
Scott started arguing with Stiles, but you noticed an eerie stillness fall over the little pocket of forest you were standing in. You didn't realize you were being watched until you looked up and saw him for the first time in six years. A whole host of emotions fell over you, ranging from anger to betrayal to longing to happiness, before settling on confused.  
"Derek," you found yourself muttering, your tone fused with disbelief.  
What the hell was he doing back in Beacon Hills? 
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Dating Isaac Lahey would include:
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Stealing his jumpers constantly. They're literally massive, but they're soft, and they smell like old books, and the woods after rain, but most of all they smell like home
Going to see his lacrosse games. He would try to tell you that it wasn't a big deal, and that you didn't really have to come, but you would absolutely go full out every time
I'm talking face paint, colour coordinated outfits, banners, the works
He would be so embarrassed at first, but not of you. He's just shocked that someone would care about him that much
He would do this thing when the game ended where he would run across the pitch and kiss you in front of the crowd like he'd just won (even if their team lost)
If you guys are studying together, he would occasionally lean over to look at your answers, and when he gets caught he would pretend that he was going to hug you instead
"No, babe, you literally just look so cute right now" *continues peeking*
"Uh huh. It seems my answers are looking even cuter..."
"Well, now that you mention it-"
Lots of small touches. When you guys are walking together, your hands just naturally find eachother
Or when you're studying, you'll comfortably press your legs against eachothers under the table
Or sitting down, he'll sling his arm over your shoulders so you can lean on his chest
You both just enjoy the feeling of being close
He is constantly giving you his jacket. If he sees to even shiver slightly, the jacket is coming off. Even if you rub your arms, all of a sudden you have his coat dumped on you while he looks away bashfully and mumbles something about it being cold
Yeah, it's kinda chivalrous, but really it's more of a possessive thing
Speaking of being possessive, oh my days he literally cannot deal with other guys flirting with you
One time, while the two of you were eating lunch together, one of the guys from your history class came over and started flirting with you, and Isaac did not take it well at all
"I was thinking we could hang out on Friday? Just you and me, without your friend here"
Issac kept his head down as be wrapped his arm around your shoulder, finally looking up, eyes yellow as the sun, when he said
"You wanna try that again, bud?"
The guy almost seems stuck on the spot until you place a hand on Issac's, squeezing gently
"Sorry Ben, I'm actually Issac's girlfriend, so I can't"
Even though he was angry, hearing you tell people 'you are his' drove him a little wild
You write eachother small love notes all the time. Sometimes you give them in person, sliding small professions of love across the hard wood of the library desks
But sometimes it's more fun to hide them for the other to find later
So many times, Isaac has come home from a rough day only to move a folder on his desk and find a small note folded there. His face just lights up, the troubles of the day already fading in his mind, replaced by one thought: you
Or sometimes he'll flick to a random page in his textbook, and a small pink post-it will fly out from between the pages, the only message on it being "i love you"
He starts off as the big spoon, but you usually wake up to find him safely gathered up in your arms, asleep on your chest
Especially if he has a nightmare. He tries so hard not to wake you, but if he does, just hold him until he calms down, muttering sweet nothings until he falls back asleep. A lot of the time he doesn't even remember it in the morning
He's the one who deals with spiders, but not before teasing you about it
"Oh come on, he's just a little guy!!"
"Isaac, seriously, please take him outside"
"You sure you don't wanna say hi?"
He never kills them though. He kinda identifies with them, so he just grabs a cup and some paper and takes them out
There was that one time though, when the spider wouldn't fit in the cup, in which both of you really considered just leaving for a couple hours until it went away on it's own
"Yeah I think I'm gonna give this one a miss..."
"What do you mean 'a miss'? You're the big bad wolf, go sort it out!!"
"Wait, babe....where did it go?"
👁👄👁
*sounds of you both grabbing your bags and leaving the room* "nope" "nope" "absolutely not"
I actually had so much fun writing this!! It's crazy the kind of inspiration you get when you're trying to avoid studying, but anyway!! Hope you enjoyed, and feel free to send a request!! :-)
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Hello friend, I wanted to know if you can make one of Scott McCall, where is he married to Isacc's younger sister, Scott and Yn are celebrating Scott's birthday party, so after the party they have a hot moment, smut, a few weeks go by and Yn discovers that She's pregnant so she tells Scott then the others.
Tanks and your work is amazing 😻.
I hope you enjoy it Anon!
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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Scott chuckles at my enthusiasm before pushing me away from him, and ultimately off the bed. I squeak when I hit the floor causing Scott's head to pop over the edge, "Shit! Sorry! You okay?"
I fake pout and sniffle, "No, you hurt my feelings."
He rolls his eyes before getting out of bed and stretching. From my position on the floor I get a wonderful view of his toned abs flexing and I can feel myself start to drool from the memories of last night.
I jump when Scott snaps his fingers in my face, "Ay, get your head out of the gutter, I'm too worn out from last night." I roll over to push myself up as I scoff, "Some alpha werewolf you are."
I don't get a chance to crawl to my feet when I'm picked up like a ragdoll. When I'm set on my feet I come face to face with a smirking Scott, "How's that for an alpha werewolf?"
I roll my eyes and walk towards the bedroom door as I speak, "10 outta 10 for strength. Sadly, strength doesn't help your endurance or performance."
I'm walking down the stairs of our two story house on the outskirts of Beacon Hills when I hear Scott squawk and run out of the room, "What's wrong with my performance?!"
I walk to the kitchen deciding to ignore him but that plan is thwarted when I'm caged against the counter as Scott looks down at me with a raised eyebrow, "If I recall, my performance was just fine last night."
I bite back a smile as I deadpan, "Sure." I go to wiggle out of his hold but his arms tighten, "Nuh uh, don't sure, me. Those noises you were making last night tell a very different story."
I finally smile and peck his nose, "You're right, you're performance is perfect." I pause and watch him smile before I sigh wistfully, "If only your endurance was too."
I dart out from under his arm but he catches me by the waist, "You listen here you little twerp, my endurance is just fine, when I'm not hungry."
I relax in his hold and spin around to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, "So, what you're saying is that if I feed you, you'll fuck me?"
"Please don't."
I spin around and squeal before tackling Isaac, "Izzy! You made it!"
He chuckles, "Of course I did, couldn't let my brother-in-law celebrate his 25th birthday with only one Lahey, that's just boring."
I hear Scott scoff, "Excuse you, she's a McCall now, has been for almost two years now, thank you very much."
I step away from Isaac in time to see him roll his eyes, "Whatever, she was a Lahey first. Anyways, you mentioned food." He directs the last part at me and I chuckle, "Yes, yes, come on wolfies let's go get breakfast."
They both groan as Isaac says to Scott, "She's hanging out with Stiles too much." I turn around and scoff, "There is never too much Stiles, he's literally the only one that knows how to keep dipshit over here from doing something stupid. I'm married to him and I still don't have the best luck with talking him down from doing something dumb."
Isaac rolls his eyes, never having liked Stiles too much, and Scott pouts, "It's my birthday, you aren't supposed to be mean."
I pat his cheek before walking to the fridge, "What do you two want for breakfast?"
"Waffles!"
"Pancakes!"
"Hey, it's my birthday, so I get waffles!"
"Yeah, and I just spent 13 hours on a plane to come wish you a happy birthday, so I want pancakes!"
I groan remembering why Melissa's house almost fell to the ground when all of us were still living there.
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I smile and pull Stiles into a hug when he walks through the door. He chuckles and sways us side to side, "Hey, Y/N/N."
I place a kiss to his cheek as I pull away, "Hey, Stiles. Where's Lyds?"
He rolls his eyes before looking towards the door, "Last minute makeup touches so she's 'presentable' or something, I don't know with her sometimes. She doesn't listen to me when I tell her she's beautiful without makeup."
I snort and grab his hand dragging him to the kitchen, "Well, since you're hear I need your cooking expertise."
When we get to the kitchen he raises and eyebrow, "Alright, what's wrong? We went over all the plans for this yesterday so something else is wrong."
I shake my head before playing with my fingers, "You know how Scott has wanted a baby for awhile?"
He nods before his eyes widen and he whisper shouts, "You're pregnant?!" I shake my head and shush him, "No, but I need you to do me a favor."
He crinkles his nose, "I mean, I'm flattered really, but you're like my little sister sooo..."
I can hear the sarcasm so I smack the back of his head, "Would you shut up and listen?"
He nods and actually focuses so I put on my best smile, "I need you to let Isaac stay with you tonight."
Stiles' mouth drops and he scowls, "No, no, absolutely not. He can't stand me, I can't stand him, we have like this silent agreement. Besides even if I agreed Lydia would have to agree and more importantly so would Isaac. Also, why the hell do you want him gone so soon after him getting here?"
I give him a look and his eyebrows furrow as he thinks about it before realization spreads across his face, "Aw, ew, that's just gross! I didn't need to know that."
I put on my best puppy eyes and pout, "Please, please, please! You'll get the title of godfather and best uncle, I swear. Not to mention this is the only birthday gift I got him, well, planned for him and it wouldn't be fair to force him to wait a week until Isaac leaves for his birthday gift, plus I'm ovulating right now." I really regret agreeing to Isaac's rule of no sex while he's in the house and I really regret getting Scott to agree to it too.
Stiles groans before nodding, "Okay, okay, you get Lydia and Isaac on board, then I'll agree."
I nod before yelling, "Isaac! Come to the kitchen for a second!"
Not even two seconds later Isaac comes bounding into the kitchen before stopping and sneering at Stiles, "Stilinski."
I roll my eyes before filling with pride as Stiles ignores Isaac and just looks at me. I turn to Isaac and clasp my hands together, "So, you'll be staying at Stiles and Lydia's tonight."
Isaac snorts, "As if, I'd rather stab my eyes out with a toothpick than stay with Stiles."
This time Stiles speaks, "Oh shove it, Scarfboy. I wouldn't have agreed to it if she wouldn't have asked me. I actually listen to what my sister has to say, maybe you should try it."
Any pride I had felt slips away and I groan because I know where this is going.
"I'm sorry, did you just call her your sister?! Listen here you no good, dirty rotten, son of a bitch, she's my sister. Has been for 23 years and last time I checked she didn't even know who you were until she was 14! Stop trying to steal my sister just because your mom died before you got one!"
Stiles' jaw tightens as my mouth drops, "Isaac Daniel Lahey, that was out of line, and you know it! What is wrong with you two, you've been after each other's throats since you met?"
By this point Scott is now in kitchen with wide eyes but I'm more interested in finding the real issue between these two.
Isaac is the first to answer, "He just swept in and stole you away, you were all I had left and he almost stole you away from me."
My mouth drops open but I'm surprised when Stiles' anger dwindles slightly, "Dude, that was never my intention! Yeah, I claimed her as my pseudo sister but that's because we spent so much time together. One of two things was gonna happen, we were either gonna fuck, which, ew, no offense Y/N/N, or become like siblings!"
I nod agreeing with Stiles because that is exactly what happened, "He's right, we bonded because we're both humans in the world of werewolves, kanimas, and banshees."
Isaac scoffs, "That bullshit, really? The only humans?"
I scowl and now my anger is flaring up, "Yes! Stiles and I were always left behind because we weren't as fast or as strong as you. Which to an extent I can understand, but Isaac, you shut me out. You got these super cool powers and we got away from dad, but after that, you just pushed me away!"
Isaac's eyes widen, "That isn't true!"
"Yes it is, and you know it, I can see it on your face! Not to mention you ran away to London when things got tough! When I needed you most you were thousands of miles away, and fuck if that didn't hurt!"
Isaac falters before he responds in a softer voice, "But...Allison."
I stiffen and I feel a hand on my back and I realize Scott had moved over to stand by me at some point. I huff trying to remain calm, "Yeah, well you weren't the only one that lost her, we all did. She was Scott's first love, Lydia's best friend, and like the older sister I always wanted, and Stiles." I take a deep breath before moving closer to Stiles and grabbing his hand squeezing it in reassurance, "God, Isaac, Stiles blamed himself for her death for months. You have no idea how much he went through, yet you still treat him like shit over some false assumption he stole me away or something, and I've heard you on more than one occasion imply that he had something to do with Allison. Even though I know you don't believe that."
I take a breath and I can physically see Isaac's face soften at the mention of Stiles blaming himself for Allison's death. I move back over to Scott needing the stability he offers me before speaking again, "Listen to me Isaac, I love you with all my heart, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel that same love for Stiles. Hell, I have the same love for Lydia too, it's the love between siblings. But you have to believe me that I didn't replace you, I just added to my family, but you were never, ever replaced."
I glance at Stiles to make sure talking about Allison hasn't affected him too bad before turning back to Isaac as he visibly relaxes. I think we all tense up slightly when he pulls Stiles into a hug which has Stiles looking at me as if he has no idea what's going on. I shrug just as clueless as him before I hear Isaac whisper, "Jesus, Stiles, that wasn't your fault. I-I thought you knew that, but I should have known your guilt complex wouldn't allow for that."
I sniffle and hold back happy tears before turning to face Scott, "I'm sorry we had such a big fight on your birthday."
Scott's eyes widen as does his smile, "Are you kidding me?! Babe, this is the best birthday gift ever!" I hear Stiles snort slightly at that comment before him and Isaac are hugging it out again.
I look up as the sound of high heels make their way to the kitchen before Lydia stops in her tracks with wide eyes, "What the hell did I miss?"
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I smile and look around at the family all packed into the living room. Noah and Derek are talking about only god knows what, Liam, Isaac, Scott, and Stiles are crammed on the couch as Scott and Liam help the other two boys get to know each other a little better. Lydia and Melissa are currently in the kitchen helping with last minute preparations, oh crap yeah that's why I'm out here, "Who's in charge of grilling?"
With that all the men accept for Derek and Liam jump up and I roll my eyes, "Okay, no to literally all of you except Noah. Literally don't know why I even asked."
The boys scoff in indignation and I raise an eyebrow and look at them, "Scott you burn everything, Isaac you literally burned water, I'm not trusting you with a grill. I turn to Stiles and smile sympathetically, "Stiles, oh darling Stiles."
Stiles narrows his eyes, "I feel like I'm about to get made fun of." I shrug before saying, "Stiles, I don't trust you with fire. Don't get me wrong you're a hell of a cook, but I don't think grilling is for you. You'd burn your eyebrows off somehow, and trust me, you'd look even worse with no eyebrows."
He rolls his eyes before slumping back onto the couch and muttering, "Bitch." I roll my eyes and Scott smacks him with a throw pillow, "That's my wife, be nice."
I kiss Scott's cheek and grab the pillow, "Thank you for defending my honor but it's fine, it's normal. He calls me bitch and I call him asshole, dick, bitch, dipshit, idiot, bastard, stupid, bitch ass pu-" This time I'm cut off by Stiles, "Alright! We get it, you call me every name in the book of insults. I love you too."
I snort before turning back to go into the kitchen with Noah following behind me.
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Everyone is playing an aggressive game of football in the backyard, with Lydia as referee, while Melissa and I clean up in the kitchen. I glance out the window as Isaac tackles Stiles to the ground before Stiles flips him the bird as he pushes himself off the ground.
I snort as Melissa hands me another dish, "I think those two are going to get along just fine." Melissa hums in agreement before asking, "So, when were you going to tell me you were trying to get pregnant?"
My mouth open and closes like a fish as I look at her, "W-what? H-how did you even know that?"
She smiles, "I accidentally pulled up your record the other day and saw all the tests you had done, I didn't look at the results though. I didn't want to overstep too much."
I blush and play with the dish towel I'm holding before leaning on the counter, "I wasn't sure I could have kids, that's why I had all the tests done. Scott's wanted kids ever since we started dating but infertility runs in my family and I wasn't sure if I could even get pregnant. I told him before we got married and he said he didn't care and that we could adopt but I could see how much he wanted one of his own."
Melissa frowns and dries her hands before laying one on my shoulder, "Oh, Sweetheart, what did the doctors say?" I feel a small smile tug on my lips, "They told me I'm perfectly healthy and shouldn't have any trouble whatsoever with conceiving. That's, uh, that's actually his birthday gift from me."
Her eyes widen before she squeals quietly, "I'm so excited! I've been wondering when to expect a grandchild but I didn't say anything since it wasn't really my place." I chuckle as I lean into her, "Well, I have a feeling you won't have to wait much longer."
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When the door closes and everyone has left I turn to Scott with a smile, "So, how was your birthday?"
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his chest, "Well, Stiles and Isaac becoming friends is by far the best birthday gift ever."
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and play with the baby hairs on his neck, "You haven't gotten your gift from me yet, lover boy."
He smirks and hums, "Does this have anything to do with why you sent Isaac home with Stiles and Lyds?"
I blush suddenly feeling nervous before clearing my throat, "Well, that's part of it."
He raises an eyebrow while smirking, "And what's the other part."
I suck in a breath as butterflies dance in my stomach, "I went to the doctor and I had some tests done, just to be sure." His hands tighten on my waist and I can see the confusion and concern on his face, "Are you okay?"
I smile and nod, "Yeah, I just, I think its time we throw out the condoms."
His eyes widen before his smile does but when he processes what I said he's cupping my face, "You can get pregnant? They said that?"
I nod wrapping a hand around each of his wrists, not to pull him away but just to feel him, "Yeah, they said my chances of getting pregnant are high, and I'm actually ovulating today sooo..."
I'm cut off by a kiss and when he pulls away he laughs, "I lied, this is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for!"
I smirk, "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's get to the fun part."
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"Oh god, Scott!"
At the moan of his name he sucks my clit into his mouth as his fingers pump in and out of me faster. I whimper and grab his hair pulling him closer, "S-so close."
Right as I'm about to drown in ecstasy he pulls away. I whine and try to pull him back to where I want him but he ignores me and makes his way up so he is directly above me.
He leans down and captures my lips in a sloppy kiss and I moan as I taste myself on his lips. I feel him shift ever so slightly above me before my eyes are rolling back as he enters me in one go. The groan he lets out is the most beautiful sounds I've heard, up until he rasps, "Fuck, Baby, I forgot how good you feel without a condom."
I thrust my hips up and arch into him as he moves getting faster with each thrust. I mewl as he leaves kisses up and down my neck, "Faster."
He growls lowly against my neck before moving faster than humanly possible and it has me screaming his name. "Oh, fuck, don't stop!"
On a particularly hard thrust I whine out his name as my nails rake down his back, no doubt leaving quickly healing scratches. The one thing I complain about when it comes to his werewolf powers is that I can never mark him like he does me. When I told him he just shrugged, chuckled, and then told me that in a few months he'd have a ring on his finger that would get the message out loud and clear that he was taken.
When he figured out I was genuinely sad about it he surprised me by getting my name tattooed on the inside of his left wrist. That was my best birthday gift I ever got.
I'm brought back to the moment when Scott mutters, "So close, you want a baby, I'll make sure you get it." I moan as he circles my clit urging me towards my high.
I arch my back, digging my nails into his shoulders as I cum with a shout of his name and within seconds he's falling over the edge and spilling inside me.
When he collapses beside me he brushes hair off of his forehead before asking, "You think it'll take?"
I smile and shrug, "I don't know, but the doctor told me that if we really want to get pregnant we should have sex at least once a day."
He growls and rolls us over before smirking, "Oh, don't you worry, that won't be a problem. Any chance we get, I'm fucking you until you can't see straight."
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It's been about a month since Scott's birthday party and true to his word, if we had even five minutes alone he was filling me with his cum. Even with all the trying I haven't shown any signs of being pregnant, no nausea, no weird food cravings, no extra tiredness, not a single sign.
Every day that passes I get a little more disheartened and wonder if the doctors got it wrong, if I really couldn't have kids. I never brought up my worries to Scott because he was convinced it would happen soon, and I didn't have the heart to discourage him.
I'm currently home alone standing in the kitchen when the front door opens and Lydia comes swooping in, "Hey, Y/N/N."
I smile and look at her, "Hey, Lyds, what's up?"
She slumps onto a barstool at the island before groaning, "Nothing, just the usual, period cramps and mood swings. Poor Stiles thought I was going to break up with him last night because I was so bitchy."
I snort, "That'd break his poor little heart, especially since he's got that engagement ring still stashed in his sock draw."
She laughs and shakes her head, "Nope, he moved it. I don't know where to but I think he has a suspicion that I found it. I'm just proud of myself for not looking at it."
I laugh as I slather mayonnaise on a piece of bread when Lydia grimaces, "Geez, is your period coming? Last I checked you only used a little bit mayonnaise, not a whole jar."
I roll my eyes before I falter a little bit, she's right about the mayonnaise and when I think about it, my period should have came last week, but it didn't. I feel my heart flutter at the thought before blocking it out and turning to Lydia, "I dunno, maybe."
She nods before getting up and rummaging through the cabinets, "Oh my god, really Y/N/N?" I turn to look at her and see her holding up a bag of dill pickle chips, "These things are an abomination."
I groan and roll my eyes, "No they aren't, besides, I like them. They have just the right amount of vinegar."
Lydia narrows her eyes and looks me up and down before humming. I furrow my eyebrows before it hits me, I don't like vinegar, in fact I despise it. I can't help but think that this is it, these are the signs I've been looking for and I completely overlooked them.
Lydia grabs a granola bar before turning to me, "Anyways, I came over to see if I could borrow that book we found the other week in that weird witch's hut."
I nod and hum, "Yeah, sure, it's in Scott's office on the second row of his bookshelf on the right side of the door when you walk into the room. I think it's the fourth book in." She stares at me in amazement, "Sometimes I forget how good of a memory you have."
She's there for about another thirty minutes before she heads back down the street towards her and Stiles' house. As soon as she's out the door I run up the stairs taking two at a time until I burst into Scott and I's bathroom.
I rummage through the cabinet until I reach the pregnancy test that was laying, buried, in the back. I look at the box as I take a deep breath reminding myself that there is still a very strong possibility that it'll be negative.
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I tap my foot impatiently as I wait for the timer to go off. The house is completely silent except for the sound of my foot tapping on the tile and my quiet pleas, "Please, please, please, be positive. Please be positive."
When the timer goes off I turn it off before bracing myself that there's still a chance that it's negative. Even though I was so impatient for the timer to go off I stand in the bathroom staring at the test for another two minutes before I finally get up the nerve to look at it.
I take one last deep breath before grabbing the test and flipping it over and I can't help the excited scream I let out when I read the words on the small screen, Pregnant, with a little 3+ under it.
I sit on the edge of the tub in surprise, I can't believe it, all this time I was stressing about whether I could get pregnant or not, I was, pregnant.
Wait, if I'm pregnant, why hasn't Scott heard the heartbeat? I grab my phone and breath a sigh of relief when the great powers of Google say that a babies heartbeat usually isn't heard until 5 1/2 weeks, which means I more than likely got pregnant on his birthday or right after.
Oh my god, Scott! I have to tell Scott!
I run down the stairs grabbing my keys before stopping and thinking this through, okay, its 11:30 Scott's lunch break is at 12:30 and he always comes home even though I've usually already eaten. He has to be back at Deaton's at 1:30 which means he'll have time to process the news before he goes back to work.
I hang my keys back up before making my way to the couch and turning on the tv, okay, I only have to wait an hour, it's not that long.
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This has been the longest hour of my life.
By the time 12:30 rolls around I've paced through the whole house about fifty times and when the front door clicks shut and I hear Scott yell for me I can't help it, I shriek.
Before Scott has a chance to brace himself I've tackled him in a hug. He holds onto me as he chuckles, "Well, someone's glad to see me."
I mumble into his shirt but he pulls me away with confusion and amusement on his face, "What?"
I chuckle as my cheeks hurt from how wide my smile is before I repeat myself, "I said, I'm pregnant."
His mouth drops and he stutters, "Wha-what?"
I run into the living room grabbing the test off the coffee table before running back to him and handing it to him. He looks at it and his eyes widen even more, "Three weeks? My birthday..."
I nod and chuckle, "Yeah, your birthday."
The surprise leaves his face and before I know it I've been swept into his arms as he laughs, "You're pregnant! We're having a baby!"
I chuckle and agree with him before he shouts, "Best birthday gift ever!"
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llamaqueenprompt · 4 months
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Beneath City Lights
Characters: Isaac Lahey and Reader
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Word Count: 705
Inspiration: "We’re lying on a desert parking level, watching the stars, but we’re in a big city with too much light, so we end up just watching each other."
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“Thought I would find you here,” Isaac looked back, seeing Y/n approaching him slowly.
As she laid down next to him, he just kept on staring at her. They were on a deserted parking level, watching the stars, but they were in a big city, so they ended up just staring at each other.
“Why?”
“What?” she questioned him, not losing eye contact.
“Why did you come with me?” Y/n tried to look away from Isaac but he gently pulled her back by holding her chin. “Please look me in the eye when you answer this.”
“Because…” she linked her lips,” I didn’t want you to come alone.”
“I wasn’t coming alone.”
“Come on Isaac,” she sat up, “Can we just stay here in silence?”
He sat up too, “No, I have been wondering this for a long time, I need answers,”
Y/n just looked at him, how could she explain this without bringing back the pain?
“We weren’t even friends,” she rolled her eyes, “I just want to know why you came with me,”
“Remember after Alison died?” Isaac glanced at the ground for a moment before turning his gaze back to Y/n and nodding.
“You told me you talked to her before she went,”
“Yeah, she asked me two things, the first one to tell Stiles to take care of Scott,” she smiled.
He smiled back remembering their friends they hadn’t seen in a while “And the second?”
“To take care of you no matter what, and that’s what I’m doing, taking care of you,”
“And that implies following me to France?” 
She let out a breathy laugh, “Well, you decided you wanted to move here, so I didn’t have that much of a choice,”
“You could have stayed,”
“I could have,” she lay back down “but it wouldn’t be the same, it would feel wrong,”
“Wrong? How?”, he propped himself up with his arm looking at her.
“I don’t know,” she looked ahead, avoiding eye contact. “it would feel wrong to ignore one of her last wishes like this, it would feel like a betrayal, you know?” she looked back at him.
Isaac had never stopped looking at her. He smiled and softly pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear. How could this woman, who had done more for them than they could ever thank her for, think for a second that she was betraying her friend if she didn’t follow him across the world?
“Y/n, you are crazy,”
“What?” she looked confused at him. Isaac just kissed her forehead and laid down next to her.
As they laid there in the quiet, Y/n could feel the weight of Isaac’s words sinking in. The city hummed with distant sounds, but in that moment, the deserted parking level felt like a sanctuary. She turned her head to look at Isaac, her friend, her confidant, the one who had shouldered the burden of a promise made in the shadow of grief.
Isaac broke the silence, his voice carrying sincerity. “You’re not betraying anyone, Y/n. You’re honoring a promise, just like I am. We’re keeping her memory alive by being here for each other.”
Y/n couldn’t help but smile, a mixture of gratitude and relief playing on her lips. “I guess you’re right. It’s just sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right thing.”
Isaac propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at her. “You’re doing the best you can, and that’s all anyone can ask for. Alison would be proud of you, just like she’d be proud of me for looking out for you.”
Y/n’s eyes softened, and she reached for Isaac’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “Thank you for being here, Isaac. I don’t say it enough, but I appreciate you more than you know.”
Isaac squeezed her hand gently. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. We’re in this together, Y/n, no matter where life takes us.”
They lay there, under the canvas of stars, finding solace in the shared understanding of their journey. The city below continued its restless rhythm, but for Isaac and Y/n, the world had momentarily stilled, giving them a space to heal and remember.
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renjunniex · 8 months
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Thank You, For Being You
Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader Series
Ice Pick
Omega Part 1 | Omega Part 2 | Shape Shifted | Abomination | Venomous | Frenemy | Restraint | Raving | Party Guessed |
Prompt: You haven’t seen Isaac since that night and it’s been effecting you more than you care to admit. However, after finding out Derek is turning teenagers, you have more dangerous things to worry about.
a/n: So i don’t think there’s gonna be a lot of issac and y/n in this chapter :(( but i hope you guys still find it enjoyable! I really love writing her friendship between Scott and Stiles. I know we've seen a lot of the bond between Stiles and y/n so im excited to add more to the bond of Scott and y/n this time!
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It’s been a little while since that night on the full moon, you haven’t seen Isaac or Derek so you couldn’t even ask the so called ‘sour wolf’ on whether Isaac was okay or not. You finally told Scott about what happened on the field that day and it was nice for you two just to talk about everything. Everything ended up including how you felt about Isaac, which was definitely embarrassing to come clean about. You still remember the slight tear that had traveled down your face as Scott held your hand. Scott had made it clear that everything was okay and when you saw Isaac again, you would be able to talk to him about everything for real.
To say you dwelled on it the last few days would be an understatement, it plagued your mind every second of everyday. Where was he? Was he okay? Was he mad at you?
You grumbled in frustration, giving your cheeks slight taps, you could worry some more later. Right now, you would just let yourself be entertained by Allison dominating Scott at the rock climb.
“For a werewolf, he’s really bad at this,” you said, looking at Stiles.
He laughed, “Yeah, at this rate, I could beat him.”
“Okay, don’t get too ahead of yourself, you can’t even beat me.” Stiles looked at you, “Uh yeah, that’s because you cheat,” he sassed back.
“How do you cheat at rock climb,” you exclaimed.
Stiles folded his arms, “You just do,” by now Scott had joined the two of you along with Allison, “Alright you two, chill out.” You pointed at Stiles accusingly, “He started it!” The boy gasped in horror as if the accusation had pierced him but before he could make a comeback, Coach had already called for him.
“Alright, next two! Stilinski, Erica, let’s go!”
Your expression dropped, Erica was called. The poor girl was never good at these types of things, not to mention, you could tell she struggled with being in front of other people. It didn’t help that half the school took any opportunity to laugh at her. In the end, you did truly feel bad for her, you tried to reach out but every try was a failure. She would get these big ‘deer stuck in headlights’ eyes and stutter off an apology before escaping through to the nearest door.
Your attention went to the two of them as they started to make their way up the wall. Stiles surprisingly made his way up and down pretty fast, he whipped around when he hit the ground to send you a smug grin. Erica on the other hand, barely made it off the ground before she had started to hyperventilate.
“Erica, you dizzy? Is it vertigo?” You gave Coach a confused look at the suggestion and you weren’t the only one.
“Vertigo’s a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She’s just freaking out.” Lydia explained with a roll of her eyes. Everyone continued to look up at Erica.
“I’m fine,” she called out.
“Coach, maybe it’s not safe,” Allison voiced her concern, “you know she’s epileptic.” Coach’s head snapped towards her in shock, “Why doesn’t anybody tell me this stuff?” You raised an eyebrow at him, “It would be in her file.” He waved you off before going back to Erica.
“Erica, you’re fine. Just kick off from the wall,” he explained slowly, “there’s a mat to catch you.” She nodded ever so slightly before slowly separating from the wall and gliding down towards the mat. Coach supported her weight as she regained her balance. “You’re alright, shake it off,” he said lightly. You had reached out to take her hand but she had already started making her way through the crowd. You could tell she was embarrassed. How could she not be? Half the class was chuckling at her misfortune like it was some kind of comedy show. Walking up to Scott, your eyes kept burning into her back, making sure she was physically okay.
“They’re all such jackasses,” you remarked. Scott’s attention was now on you, he agreed before his shoulders dropped in concern.
Soon enough class was over, you were in the girl’s locker room when you felt your eyes glow. You hid your face from the rest of the girls but Allison must have seen because her hand was on your shoulder in a second, “Y/N what’s wrong?” Shaking your head, you shrugged her hand off slightly. “I don’t know, probably nothing, I still haven’t really learned to control it,” you suggested. It convinced the dark haired girl enough because she turned back to her gym locker to continue what she was previously doing. You did as well, opening your locker you looked in the small mirror you had attached to the door. Examining your face slightly, your eyes glowed once more, this time something in your mind snapped. You flung your body around, staring at the door.
“Erica.”
Allison looked at you once more, “What?” She questioned. She never got an answer, you had already sprinted out the door. Allison called for you, following you down the hallway.
“Scott!” You screamed noticing his figure just barely before he disappeared into the dark gym. You followed him, feet slamming heavily on the gym floor. The sound of others rushing towards you guys could be heard as Scott caught Erica just before she hit the ground and you reached her as well, supporting her weight to the best of your ability. She had starting seizing, shaking uncontrollably in Scott’s arms.
“Set her on the ground,” you urged, Scott nodded and hurriedly placed her on the floor as gentle as he could. By now others had joined you, including Allison and Stiles both with worried expressions. “Put her on her side. Put her on her side,” Allison repeated. She looked at both of you, “How’d you guys know?”
The two of you made eye contact both shrugging, “I just felt it,” Scott said and you nodded.
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“Boyd.”
It was the next day, in the cafeteria and right now your time was being occupied by Stiles. He had dragged you with him to talk to Boyd, another kid in your class who worked at the ice rink. Currently said spastic boy was trying to get the keys to the rink from Boyd. However, things weren’t going as planned.
“You got the keys?” Stiles asked his body turned half away facing towards the windows of the cafeteria. Boyd stuck his hand out keys dangling making Stiles smile. He grasped the keys from the boy’s hand but to no avail Boyd didn’t release his grip. Confused Stiles tugged again. No progress.
“This isn’t a favor. It’s a transaction,” Boyd reminded.
“Right, yeah,” Stiles replied retrieving his wallet from his pocket, “Absolutely,” he placed a twenty dollar bill on the table. Boyd gave nothing but an unimpressed look, “I said fifty.”
“Really-,” stuttered back Stiles, “I remember twenty. I don’t know. I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember twenty. I remember that distinctive ‘twa’ sound. Twa-enty.” Boyd cut him off, “I said fifty,” he said firmly.
“With a ‘fa’ sound. Hear the difference? If you can’t, I can demonstrate some other words with the ‘fa’ sound.”
Your head rolled from side to side, “Yes trust me, he remembers,” you concluded with annoyance. You didn’t even care if you actually got the keys or not. You didn’t even want to go, well not now, you did before. Before Stiles had invited Lydia at least. You didn’t mind the red haired girl, or you didn’t hate her that is, but Scott had also invited Allison before hand. Originally, it was just meant to be your four meaning Stiles and you were gonna be the other pair since no doubt Allison and Scott were gonna have one another’s attention. Now that Lydia was invited, you were for sure gonna be the one left out. You weren’t angry at either of the boys or girls, just a little bummed that one of your favorite activities was now going to cause you to be an awkward fifth wheel.
Stiles blinked rapidly, “No, no, no. I think I’m recalling it now. Maybe I just got it confused with forty.” He slowly placed another twenty on the table. You could practically feel your eyes roll into the back of your head ‘this was getting to be too idiotic’ you thought. Boyd stayed silence, slowly putting a Dorito in his mouth causing you to snort. Boyd smirked pushing the bag towards you and you gladly took one. Giving him a slight nod, you leaned back in your chair to finish watching the train wreck in front of you. Stiles let out a defeated huff, “Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap Jeep that I drive?”
“Have you seen the piece of crap bus that I take,” Boyd countered effortlessly.
You reached into your bag and quickly grabbed a ten dollar bill from the side pocket, “Here, I’m growing bored of this back and forth your trying to pull with him,” you said to Stiles sliding the cash across the table. Boyd smiled wide, reaching out once more keys in hand, this time Stiles needed no effort to take them from his hand. Cocking an eyebrow over at you he stood from his seat, “What’s your problem?”
“Sorry, I’m not exactly excited to be a fifth wheel,” you snarked before looking back at Boyd, “Thank you, you’re the best. Sorry about him.” The boy acknowledged your statement before returning to his act of eating.
“What do you mean ‘fifth wheel’,” Stiles questioned confused. You scoffed at him, “I mean exactly what I said,” you gestured your hand back towards your usual table, “you invited Lydia. Scott, Allison, Lydia, you,” you counted on your hand then motioned to yourself, “Fifth wheel.”
He mocked your scoff, “Oh, please, you’re not going to be a fifth wheel.” He wrapped his arm around you, “You’re our girl, you know that. We’re never just gonna leave you out.” You rolled your eyes, “Maybe not intentionally but Scott’s like a lost puppy dog around Allison and you’re no better when it comes to Lydia.” You saw a slight smirk rise onto the boy’s face, he tilted his head towards you, “We’ll if you’re that jealous we could always invite Jackson to keep you company.”
Disgusted, you made a face, “Ew gross, I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out with Jackson especially not by choice.” He hummed, “You’re not denying that you’re jealous.”
You jabbed his gut causing him to recoil slightly, “I’m not jealous. Why is that even the first thing that comes to your mind? What, are you trying to make me jealous, Stilinski? Have all these years you harbored a crush on me, huh?” You teased, “Are you in love with me, Stiles?” He jumped back, “Don’t you even start with me, no, to all of that,” he waved his hands motioning to your figure.
“Wow didn’t realize I was that ugly,” by now you had reached where Scott was sitting, taking his apple you bit into while you listened to Stiles ramble, “THAT is NOT what I meant and you know it.” You assumed Scott had been listening in on the whole discussion since he was wearing an amuse look on his face. Stiles had sat across from you two, pointing at you like a disappointed parent, “Got em’,” he finally concluded placing the keys onto the table, “Pick you up right after work tonight and we’ll meet at the rink, cool?” Scott’s attention was already caught somewhere else and so was yours.
As if it was a whole different person, Erica strutted through the cafeteria wearing an outfit you would’ve never even considered that she owned. Her hair was done and her makeup as well. She made her way to a table where sat two random boys as she reached over and grabbed one of their apples, biting into it. Her dark red lipstick smeared slightly and she wasted no time wiping it away with a sultry smirk.
“What,” Lydia had joined her hands lightly slapping on your table, “the holy hell is that?”
“It’s Erica.”
You three never even had to look at each other before you dashed into the hallway together, jumping down the stairs and out the doors you find her once more but this time she was with someone. Derek. She was getting into Derek’s car, staring you down as if she was some kind of Bond villain. Once she was fully in the car, Derek sped away. You and Stiles both just sighed as your shoulders dropped, while Scott’s jaw tighten.
“Well now there’s three,” you remarked monotonously.
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After school you had joined Scott at his work. While you didn’t work there, you often joined him on his shifts, thankfully early on Scott had gotten Deaton (his boss) to agree to it. Provided that you of course didn’t mess with anything, which you never did. It was just a great way to make sure Scott’s homework would actually get finished, plus it gave you somewhere to be instead of just home alone.
When Peter was alive, Scott had gotten shot and Deaton had taken care of it, he had also kept Peter from taking Scott. To this day you and Scott still don’t understand what exactly happened. How exactly Deaton knows about how to heal Scott. Actually, when you found out that Deaton knew something about the supernatural, he was your first choice to ask about what’s going on with you. You just never found a good time to ask, hence why you ended up asking Derek. Scott has also been trying to have a talk with Deaton about everything, which is where you are right now.
“Hey Doc.”
Deaton turned to face Scott. “When are we gonna talk about… the thing that we never got a chance to talk about?”
“Ah, yes. We never did get a chance to talk about that, did we?” You perked up, trying to listen to the quiet conversation going on across the room. Scott shook his head in response to Deaton’s question.
“Now is definitely a good time.”
“Thank God.”
“What do you think? Two dollars?” You tilted your head, what the hell? Apparently you weren’t the only the only one thrown off by the statement. Scott’s eyebrows scrunched together slightly, “Two dollars?”
“Ah you’re right, two-fifty more a hour. It seems like a pretty good raise.” You sighed, apparently now wasn’t a good time to talk about what you two actually wanted to know.
“That’s not exactly what I was… wait two-fifty more a hour?” Scott was cut off guard by the offer, “Done, don’t forget to clean up the cat cages.” Deaton shook his hand and left the room before Scott could come to terms with what just happened.
“Damn, he just cleaned your clock, you know that right?”
“What?”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled, “Nevermind.”
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After Scott had finished his shift, Stiles arrived to pick you both up. You were on your way to the ice rink now, you were also still grumbling and whining in the back seat as he was driving. He looked at you from the rear view mirror and Scott twisted back to see you as well, they both laughed at your small fit you were in the process of throwing.
“Come on, Y/N. It won’t be that bad, we’re not gonna leave you out,” Scott reassured tapping your knee as you turned up your nose at them.
“Yeah, brighten up, plus we could still call Jackson to come hang out with you, if you want,” Stiles laughed.
You moaned, “No, absolutely not.”
Scott had glanced at Stiles slightly, had you been paying attention you would’ve seen the sly look they exchanged before Scott turned towards you once more, “Are you sure you’re not jealous?” You felt yourself choke on air, clearing your throat you said, “Why would I be?” Scott shrugged, “I don’t know, you didn’t have a problem with this idea until Lydia was invited. Maybe you wanted Stiles all to yourself.” You snapped your head down from looking at the ceiling to now both boys and you saw the cocky smirks they were both wearing. You scoffed and kicked both their seats, “Bite me.”
“Hey, what did Roscoe do to you?”
To be honest, this isn’t the first time you three have had this back forth (all joking of course), since Melissa has had you for so long she’s always treated you and Scott like you two were siblings. Stiles on the other hand, wasn’t allow in your room because he was a boy. Melissa had always given him a slight look when he would get too close as well. Those two things eventually dissipated and became less of a concern as you both got older. The inside joke between you three, did not unfortunately. After Scott had found out about your slightly different rules when it came to Stiles, you were teased tremendously for supposedly having a crush on the boy. Every time brought both boys pain to the gut.
You three arrived at the ice rink, Scott leaving and holding his door opened for you as Stiles came around the side to join you. Allison and Lydia had shown up already waiting for you. The boys went to unlock the doors as you follow close behind, when they finally got them unlocked they turned to you both playfully biting each side of your shoulders.
“Ow, what the hell was that for?”
“You said to bite you,” they synced.
The girls walked up, Allison reaching for Scott and Lydia barely acknowledging Stiles before walking past you both. You gave him a pointed and mocking look, he gave you a push before closing the doors and you both made your ways towards the rink.
You sat down in the bleachers, little bit away from where Lydia and Stiles were currently sitting. You know they were talking but quite frank you couldn’t really hear them. You had brought yourself a book because even though your best friends spent the whole day stressing that you wouldn’t be sidelined, you knew them way better than they thought you did. You glanced at your phone and debated on maybe calling someone to pick you up, but who would you even call?
Jackson? Absolutely not, even if you did, he wouldn’t come get you and you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from punching him in the face if he did.
Danny? No, you didn’t want to bother the poor boy.
Matt? No way in hell, he gave you the absolute creeps.
Isaac? Now that, was a maybe, however the boy was in the wind. You didn’t even know if he had his phone or if he would even pick up. You haven’t spoken since that night at the police station and considering Erica’s behavior you were skeptical that the Isaac you knew would be the one to show up.
You sighed, placing your phone back next to you, with your hands at your cheeks and elbows on your knees, you watched Scott and Allison walk off towards the rink. Eventually so did the silent pair that was on your other side. Deciding it was best to just suck it up, you got off the bench and stepped onto the ice. It was one of your favorite activities after all. You twirled and skated, playfully messing around in the corner while the other four did their thing, all in their own worlds. That is, until you heard a scream. It was truly deafening, terrifying, unlike anything you had ever heard before. You placed your feet in stopping position and scanned to find the owner of the scream, only to find Lydia on her hands and knees screeching at the ice below her.
You all make your way towards her, inquiring on if she was alright, searching for any sign that something was wrong but nothing. All that could be done was Stiles holding her while she whaled.
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The next morning at school, you were leaving class. You kind have been avoiding Stiles and Scott today, only talking to them this morning while on the way to school. You didn’t realize it before but you were more hurt by being left alone than you thought. After what happened with Lydia you guys all decided it was time to leave and when you got home, you quietly made your way to your room mentioning to Scott about just being tired. You had laid in bed for a couple hours wide awake, just thinking.
Were you jealous? No, you couldn’t be, despite the jokes, you didn’t actually like Stiles nor Scott like that.
After you had pondered for a little bit, you had found your answer.
Were you scared? Maybe. But scared of what?
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Being replaced.
For the longest time, it was just Scott, Stiles and you. The trio. Always together, always there for each other. You did everything together and sure you knew eventually you would find partners and maybe other friends but it never dawned on you that if the boys each found someone, you would possibly be fazed out. You knew they would never intentionally do anything to push you away but that didn’t stop your worrying.
Your thoughts were cut off by a slam to the lockers. You turned the corner to see Erica backing up Scott against the lockers. Allison was in the distance too, she was witnessing everything. You didn’t know what exactly was happening but you knew that it was nothing good. You marched towards the two, grabbing Erica’s shoulder.
“What do you think you're doing?”
Erica finished her sentence to Scott, he gripped her wrist and pulled her off of him. She snarled at you before turning her back away from you.
“I’ll tell Isaac you said hi.”
You felt yourself falter, Scott noticed that your whole demeanor changed as well. He looked down and grabbed your hand squeezing it.
“I haven’t seen you today, we haven’t seen you,” he clarified. You took a shallow breath, “Yeah just had a lot on my mind.” He kept his gaze on you, “Is it about Isaac?”
You shook your head.
“Is it about the ice rink?”
You hesitated, before slowly nodding. Scott sighed, before pulling you off to the side, “We weren’t kidding when we said you’re not a fifth wheel.”
“I know, it’s not really that,” you mumbled, staring at your feet.
“Then what’s the matter?” You shrugged, swaying like a child before mumbling your answer once more, “I just kind of feel like I’m being replaced.” Scott was taken aback by your answer, he had no clue what to say. There was an odd silence in the air for a little while before Scott finally figured out what he wanted to say, “What made you feel like that?”
All you could do was shrugged once more. Talking about this was so hard. You finally sighed, “Okay, before I start, I’m gonna say this once and only once. No, I don’t have a crush on Stiles. Look honestly it’s just the fact that he’s trying to integrate her to be a part of us. I know it sounds silly but it’s true. It’s completely different with Allison, she’s your girlfriend, plus I’ve never had any problems with her. Lydia’s just I don’t know, she’s not awful, definitely better than Jackson. I guess since she’s not Stiles’ girlfriend, I get annoyed because with you two it’s different. You guys are DATING, of course I expect you guys to be in your own world but Stiles… she doesn’t even acknowledge him half the time so I know all his attention is going to be him trying to get hers. At least if they were dating it would be the same situation but it’s not. He’s-.”
“Okay, okay, hey look at me. Calm down, at this rate you're gonna make the lockers fly off the wall,” Scott joked holding your hands.
You wiped the tears that you hadn’t even realized had been falling, “Sorry.” Scott moved his hands to your shoulders, “Don’t be sorry, now what were you going to say?”
You took a deep breath, “He’s supposed to be my single buddy, you know, the friend that becomes your pair when the other starts dating someone. I guess in the end, I don’t really feel like you’re trying to replace me but Stiles is.”
“No, no, no, look I know I don’t need to say it but I’m going to, we’re not trying to replace you. Y/N, you’re our best friend, we’re family. Nothing and I mean nothing, could ever replace the bonds we share with you.”
Hearing that made you feel so much lighter, you know deep down you were being kind of ridiculous but maybe to keep you from imploding you just needed to hear that. That you were important.
“You’re right.”
“And I’m gonna talk to Stiles.” Your eyes widened, “What, no! Don’t do that, it’s fine!”
“Too late. Now come on let’s go to lunch.”
Scott had that goofy grin, that grin that says ‘I’ve got everything planned.’ “Also, you didn’t need to say that you didn’t have a crush on Stiles. I know you only have eyes on Isaac.” That caught you off guard, you choked on air, your head shooting up to look at Scott who just had that stupid smug smile on his face.
“Shut up.”
“It’s true! Even before all this happened, I remember when you two got assigned for that project together. You wouldn’t stop talking about it and you would mention him one too many times for it just to be because you had a project together.” You felt like your heart was gonna beat out of your chest. You knew that he knew but you didn’t know that he knew all that.
“Is it that obvious?” You said meakly.
~
During lunch, Stiles had rushed in to point out that Boyd was missing from school today, meaning Derek had gotten to him. That’s what you were dealing with now, the game plan. It was already after school and Scott was sending Stiles to Boyd’s house. He was also trying to send you as well but you wouldn’t budge, not when there was a chance to see Isaac. To see him okay.
“If he’s not home you call me, got it?” Scott instructed as you three headed down the hallway.
Stiles had slow his pace which Scott noticed immediately, “What?”
“Maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know? You said Derek’s giving them a choice, right?”
Scott grabbed his shoulder pulling him down the hallway, you trailing right behind them, “We can’t.”
“You got to admit, Erica looks pretty good. The word 'sensational' comes to mind.”
You scoffed, “Yeah, because she was basically manipulated into believing that this would fix all her problems. Sure she heard what Derek warned her about but I can guarantee she wasn’t listening. Big difference. I would put money on it that Derek is brushing it off like he did with Scott ‘If you listen to me, you’ll be fine.’ He won’t give them answers just false security.”
“How do you think she’s gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head,” Scott argued as well.
Stiles took both your comments to heart, “Alright, all I’m saying is maybe this one, isn’t totally your responsibility.”
“They are,” Scott disagreed, “You know this thing is gonna get out of control and that makes me responsible.”
“Not to mention, could we live with ourselves if something happened to them, knowing we could have possibly helped them?” You added.
Stiles’ hands clapped to his sides, “Alright, I’m with you guys. And I also got to say this newfound heroism in you two is making me very attracted to you.”
You and Scott scoffed, “Shut up.”
“No, seriously. Do you want to just try making out for a second? We could take turns,” he suggested gesturing to you three as you pushed him away, “Just to see how it feels.”
“How about I take my fist to your face so you can see how that feels?”
~
Scott and you had reached the ice rink to see Boyd finishing out his shift. You had hurried closer, calling to him to get his attention.
“Boyd!”
“We just want to talk,” you pleaded.
At the sound of your voice, Boyd’s head had tilted up towards you.
“Hey, come on, Boyd, please,” Scott begged, “Did Derek tell you everything? And I don’t just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything.” Boyd had shut down the machine he was using, “He told me about the hunters.”
“And that’s not enough for you to say no,” you asked. Scott continued your point, “Whatever you want, there’s other ways to get it.”
“I just want to not eat lunch alone everyday.” His statement froze you, you hadn’t considered something like that but still.. this wasn’t the best way.
“Trust us, Boyd, if you’re looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek,” you said.
“That really hurts, Y/N.” Derek. Of course he was here. Scott had turned around making sure you were behind him but that didn’t stop you from seeing him.
Isaac. He was okay, well at least you thought so. You were right though, he definitely wasn’t the same boy from before. Now, he not only dressed differently but he wore a different expression entirely. The sweet smile you adored was gone, replaced with a smug smile. “I mean if you’re gonna review me at least take a consensus,” Derek motioned to the two teenagers beside him.
“Erica, how’s life been for you since we met?”
“In a word… transformative,” She roared, literally. You and Scott adjusted your stances already seeing where this was going.
“Isaac?”
“Well, I’m a little bummed about be a fugitive but other than that, I’m great.”
You scoffed, “Let me add to that. Did dear old Derek tell you the whole reason Scott is in this mess, the whole reason all of us are in this mess, is because of his family.” You had moved next to Scott by now, pointing at Derek, “Did he tell you that the only reason he’s an alpha is because he decided to be a selfish prick and slash his own uncle’s throat? Even after he said he wouldn’t for Scott’s sake?” Your rant had caused an awkward feeling to fall in the room. The two teenagers clearly looked slightly uncomfortable at the new information, Derek had cleared his throat before staring back at Scott. You crossed your arms, looking at Scott before facing the newly formed pack, “I guess he didn’t. Hm, interesting, don’t you think?”
Scott had taken a few steps forward, “Okay, hold on. This isn’t exactly a fair fight.”
“Then go home, Scott,” Derek smiled.
With a growl, Scott had punched the ice denting the surface, “I meant fair for them.”
Isaac and Erica had no problem advancing towards Scott. He had taken your arm and quickly moved you closer to the machine and Boyd, out of the way and safe. Scott turned and without any effort flung Isaac across the rink, moving on to slam Erica into the side of the ice rink machine. That didn’t stop the two from getting back up and trying again. They had actually had a second where they got the upper hand, pushing him in between them before Isaac flung him away just like Scott had.
“Isaac, stop! Leave him alone!” He ignored you, his focus completely on Scott. It didn’t matter, Scott beat them down again and again, until they finally stayed down.
“Don’t you get it? He’s not doing this for you, he’s just adding to his own power, okay? It’s all about him. He’s makes you feel like he’s giving you some kind of gift, when all he’s done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!” Scott yelled, slinging them across the ice and back to Derek. They laid there in shock of what Scott had just done all by himself.
“It’s true. It is about power.” Derek started making his way towards Scott now, transforming, his eyes glowing that blood red and fangs growing. He slashed at Scott, punched, kicked, beaten down your best friend. You couldn’t believe your eyes, it was brutal, it made you shake out of fear for the boy. You had to do something but you didn’t know what. All you knew was that you were afraid, afraid of what might happen if you didn’t do something. You glanced at Isaac and Erica, still sitting on the floor their attention now switching from Derek to you. You could see it in Isaac’s eyes, he knew you were gonna do something.
“Y/N, No!”
You ran as fast as you could on the ice, reached for Derek’s hand before he could slash at Scott again but it was useless. He threw you like trash, away from them. You landed with a loud crash and a groan from pain. You heard your name being called from a few different sources but you couldn’t tell. Everything got fuzzy. Only it wasn’t from the throw it was like from before, with Lydia. Your senses were basically rendered useless, you couldn’t hear anything and everyone looked slightly blurry. You knew they were looking at you though, you knew they could see it.
Your eyes glowing.
Before Derek could notice you, before he could stop you, you picked your head up and that’s when your sense came back. Heighten, stronger and clearer than ever.
“Get away from him!”
You slammed your hands on the ice, causing it to ripple like it was water, it traveled towards Derek knocking him off his position on Scott’s throat. He fell to the floor and an energy pushed him into the ice by his throat, almost like someone was stepping on his now. The ice cracked underneath him but you didn’t care. You rushed to Scott putting his head in your lap.
“Scott are you okay?” He lightly nodded, coughing up some more blood. By now Derek had risen up, staring at you in shock. You shot him a glare, “Leave, or I’ll do it again. And this time, I won’t stop.” Derek had slowly backed away going to his two new betas, who were now staring at you. Erica try to tend to Derek but he just brushed her off, Isaac on the other hand, he kept staring at you even when Derek tried to guide him out. You couldn’t tell if he was concerned for you or scared of you. Boyd had gotten down from where he was sitting getting ready to join the others.
“Boyd, please don’t, we don’t want to see you get hurt,” you pleaded one last time.
“You don’t want to be like them,” Scott warned
“You’re right,” Boyd lifted his shirt, revealing his bite, “I want to be like you.”
~
You had gotten Scott back to the clinic where he was worrying about his wounds from Derek, “Why aren’t you healing?” You shrugged even though he was mainly talking to himself, you rounded the corner to see a guy on the table, slashed.
“It’s from an alpha,” Deaton said coming from the shadows, “I think maybe we better have that talk now.”
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Study Buddies
isaac lahey x reader
summary: isaac asks you for help in chemistry. you agree on one condition.
tags: high school, studying / tutoring, mutual crushes, awkward flirting, caught in a lie, shyness, embarrassment, play fighting / tickling, bad puns, confessions, first kiss, teasing, fluff, pre-wolf isaac; his dad still sucks; autistic-coded reader
word count: 4.5k
a/n: this is my first time writing for teen wolf. I feel like I'm encroaching on claimed territory. 😅 also i've had this tab up for almost a week but have been afraid to post it, so here goes
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Mr. Harris slides your progress report down onto your desk before you have a chance to react, and it catches wind and falls to the ground a moment later. You sigh and roll your eyes, but he’s already halfway across the room, impatiently handing out the rest of his stack. Your own little slip of paper is nowhere by your feet, and you resist the urge to make a remark about it. 
“Hey.” A voice interrupts your intruding thoughts at the same time a tap lands on your shoulder. Gentle, as if the tapper hates to disturb you, yet needs your attention. 
You turn, and temporarily forget about your lost report as your eyes meet Isaac’s, the boy who sits behind you, and has the cutest smile imaginable. You drop your gaze instantly, only for it to fall on his dimpled smile, and then, finally, on the paper held between two fingers. 
“I think this is yours,” he says, holding it out to you. 
Your name is clearly printed on the front, followed by your most recent grades in the class. You blush, immediately remembering it had dropped in the first place. 
“Oh. Thank you.”
“No problem. He seems like he’s in a mood today.” 
You nod, then take your paper from his hand. By this time, Harris has made his way back to the front, and is clearing his throat in a demand for the class’ silence. Quiet mutterings amongst friends cease at once, and you turn back to face the ill-tempered chemistry teacher. 
“Take a good look at your progress reports. The midterm is coming up, and some of you have more studying to do than others. Today, we will be learning new material, but next class period, we will have a review day. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. You can ask at the appropriate time in class, or come see me after school, or shoot me an email. Regardless of your grade, everyone should be studying, however, some of you have to move up a whole letter or two. That is on you to be aware of, and for you to put in the effort to do. Now, pull out your notes so that we can cover this section. It isn’t the hardest thing we’ll cover, but I expect it will be a struggle for some.”
And after that condescending introduction, he begins to teach. 
When the bell finally rings, your head is swarming with so much chemistry, your eyes are beginning to glaze over and put you to sleep. You’re relatively good at the subject, but that topic was more challenging than he warned it would be, making even you confused at times. You shake your head when you reach your lockers, trying to relieve yourself of the numbers swirling about in your mind. It takes a moment. A very stressful moment. 
A tap on your shoulder, more urgent than the last, pulls you out of your mental headspace. The chemistry bounces out of your mind entirely, bringing you back to reality, but making you jump in place at the sudden contact.
“Sorry,” a familiar voice apologies, “didn’t mean to scare you.”
Turning, you come face-to-face with Isaac again. His normally bright blue eyes are slightly cloudy, which worries you more than you’d like to admit. “No worries. Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I have a question, actually, to ask you.”
“What’s that?”
“Okay, I wasn’t looking at your report, I didn’t mean to see your grades. I accidentally saw them when I picked up your paper, but I promise I wasn’t looking on purpose.” He stalls, continuously apologizing for something not at any fault of his own. 
“It’s okay,” you interrupt as politely as you can. 
He pauses, “um. I was wondering if you could help me? Like, in chemistry. Help me study, kinda like a tutor, I guess?”
You pale immediately. Just because you’re doing okay in the class doesn’t mean you have a clue how to help him understand. “Um-”
“Just… I just need a little help, if you can. I understand if you don’t want to, or can’t, or… I don’t know… are busy.” He runs his tongue along his lips nervously. You snap your eyes to the floor, avoiding eye contact. 
“I don’t know… I’m not a good teacher.”
“But you’re really good in the class. Probably a better teacher than Harris has been lately.”
You chuckle, but you’re still not sure. Being that close to the boy you’ve liked for ages? On top of not being able to teach well? He’ll reduce you to a stupid, stuttering mess, just look at yourself now, unable to look him in the eye. No, don’t look at him, that was rhetorical. 
“I just,” he continues, “when he was talking about people who needed to go up a whole letter, he was talking about me. I know you’re good, you sit in front of me. If you can even just explain it to me as you study, it would help a lot.”
Half of your mind races to find an excuse, looking for an out, while the other begs you to agree. Isaac shoves a hand in his pocket and waits for a response. You debate with yourself for a moment, but then the urging part of your mind wins the argument with a question of its own. 
“What about this,” you start, “I’ll help you in chemistry, if you help me in French?”
“What?” He asks, taken off guard. “I’m not good at French.”
“You’re better than me. You have the answers to most of Ms. Morrell’s questions, and I can hear you when she asks us to recite words out loud.” His eyes narrow at that, to which you reply, “you sit behind me in French, too.”
“Right.” He smiles, but doesn’t meet your gaze. Instead, he rests his head against the locker beside yours. 
“So?”
“How do you know I’m not just guessing?”
“What’s your grade?”
“A,” he sheepishly answers.
“See? You can tutor me.”
“What’s your grade?”
You purse your lips and avoid his eyes again. “Too embarrassed to say.”
“Really?”
“Languages aren’t my strong suit. We all have our strengths.”
“Alright, deal. Help me in chem, and I’ll help you with French.”
“Sounds good. Library, or at one of our houses?”
“I can probably go to the library sometimes. Maybe during lunch or free period. But after school, I have lacrosse, and you probably don’t want to wait around school for that to be over.”
“Okay, so then your house or mine?”
“Where do you live?”
“Like ten minutes from here. You?”
“A bit closer than that. Parents?”
“Don’t really care what I do.”
“My dad is a little controlling,” he admits. 
“Would he care if I were to come over?”
“Not if you’re helping me study.”
“Okay. You want to meet a couple times a week at your house, and sometimes during lunch?”
“Sure. Practice ends around five. Is seven too late?”
“Not for me.”
“Cool. So, um, I’ll text you, and we can plan dates.” He shakes his head. “I mean, like, what days work best.”
You blush at his embarrassment. “Have to give you my number first, doofus.” 
“Oh.”
You scribble it onto a sticky note and hand it to him. “Let me know.”
“I will. And thank you.”
“Thank you, too.” You hurry your way to your next class, leaving him red in the face and hands at having a girl’s number. Granted, it’s just for studying, but it’s the fact he was able to talk to you at all that has him shaken. Isaac forces himself to breathe, before entering it in his phone and tucking the sticky safely in his backpack. As the bell rings, he hurries to his next class. 
~~~~
The next evening is the first time you meet up to study. You drive to the address he’s given and knock on the door as gently as possible. Isaac had mentioned his dad is controlling, so the first thing you want to do is to avoid pissing him off in any way you could. Controlling could mean a lot of things, and the boy wasn’t specific at all. For both of your sakes, you tread lightly. 
Isaac opens the door a moment later, dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweats. You try really hard not to blush as he invites you inside, but then his dad’s strict voice snaps you back into reality. You can see Isaac take a visible deep breath before rounding the corner in the kitchen, you in tow. You put on your best look of professionalism while trying to anticipate how the next couple of minutes might go. 
“And? Who was it?”
“Y/N, the girl I told you I was studying with… with whom I am going to study,” he corrects at the last minute. 
His father’s posture tenses a bit less when his son corrects his own grammar without prompt, but it doesn’t stop his cold eyes from floating over to you. “And you’re studying what?”
“Chemistry, sir. I’m helping Isaac, and he’s helping me with French.”
“And you know French well enough to help her?”
“I believe I do,” he says, trying to sound confident. 
“I think he does, too. In class, he always has the answers, and Mrs. Morrell’s often impressed, and she’s hard to impress more than once.”
“Hm.” His dad takes a sip from a glass, then carefully sets it down on the table. His eyes are locked on Isaac the whole time. The boy stares at the ground, any confidence shaken by the interaction. You study the scene, confused. “Well… Go study. Bring up those grades.”
“Yes, sir,” you reply at the same time. 
Isaac nods for you to follow him to his room, which you oblige. His dad remains seated as you make your way up the stairs. You bite back a comment about the man, even in the safety of Isaac’s bedroom, and he doesn’t say anything, either. The same remark is in both your heads, yet while you want to ask it in a question, he wants to use it as a reassurance. Yes, he’s a bit more controlling than Isaac originally said. No, he won’t do anything stupid while you're there. He tries to convey this in an expression, which you half-understand, but eventually drop it. If anything happens, you’ll leave. Simple as that. 
As it turns out, the first night of you studying together ends up nothing like the initial interaction you had in his house. Isaac is gentle, patient, and willing to learn and teach the best that he can. He’s admittedly worse in chemistry than you are in French, but you’re able to convince him that you only need to work on a few things; an hour of time doesn’t have to be devoted to your studies, maybe only twenty minutes. On the contrary, the other sixty are put towards chemistry. And, of course, the first five are for settling in, and the last five are for uncontrollable laughter at a mispronunciation. 
Thirty minutes to nine, you realize how late it’s gotten and start to pack your things. Isaac looks exhausted, and frankly, as much as you’re enjoying his company, you’re getting tired from talking. 
“Voulez-vous qu’on se rencontre vendredi?” He asks, rather quickly. 
You stare for a moment, then, “what?”
“Vendredi.”
“Thursday?”
“Non.”
“Friday?”
“Oui, rencontrer?”
“Meet then?”
“Yeah, would you like to?”
“Sure.” You nod. “Say it again?”
“Voulez-vous qu’on se rencontre vendredi?” He says it slower this time. It has the same effect on you, but you can comprehend each word better. 
“Cool,” you say, not at all thinking about his accent that paints the words so beautifully. “I’ll bring my H2O, since I forgot it this time.”
The boy snorts with more laughter. “Bad joke.”
“Absolutely horrible,” you agree. “See you in school tomorrow.”
“Drive safe.”
“Be safe,” you reply before you can stop yourself, referring to his dad downstairs. 
Isaac only nods. He walks you to his front door, then hurries back up to his room. 
~~~~
Each day you study together follows a similar routine to the first: five minutes to settle in, sixty of chemistry, twenty of French, then five of joking around with each other. Sometimes Isaac pushes for thirty of French instead, worried that you’re sacrificing your own studies for his, and never understands when you push back that you’re good with only twenty. 
His chemistry improves immensely with your help. In three weeks, he manages to pull it up to a ‘C’. Not only is his father a bit more lenient to him after the next progress report, but he’s also more pleasant to you the next time you come around to study. He even cracks a smile. 
Today, you go over just the same as you have been. Seven on the dot, you’re greeted by his dimpled smile and half-friendly father. The man has now graduated to welcoming you, and has once clapped you on the shoulder as you’ve passed. You’re polite to him, though you can tell Isaac’s uncomfortable with his unusual behavior, so you always try to retreat upstairs as soon as possible. This time, he’s busy with something in the kitchen and doesn’t talk for long. He makes one comment about grades; you promise him you’re both doing well, then he lets you go. 
Finally away, it doesn’t take long for you to settle down anymore. You make yourself comfortable on Isaac’s bed, pulling out your notes and pens, and smiling when he joins you. You’ve come to be good friends in the last couple weeks, and although there’s something definitely in the air, too, you���re good with being friends if that’s all you can convince yourselves you are. 
You start, per usual, with chemistry, reading over notes and figuring out problems. He moves closer and closer to you each day you teach, simultaneously making you nervous and excited. Either way, your water bottle remains beside you to calm your ever-growing heart rate. When it comes time to switch subjects, you excuse yourself a minute to recover and prepare for the next half hour. In the beginning, it was easier to hide your blush, promising you’re still getting the hang of the co-teaching thing. Now, your excuse dwindles. The shy smile you wear as he recites words of the love language has never faded. You have to compose yourself entirely, elsewhere, to be able to control your reaction and face him. 
“Can I use your bathroom real quick?”
“Yeah, just over there.”
“Thanks.”
As soon as the door shuts, Isaac jumps off the bed to check his hair in the mirror. In the process, your French binder falls to the ground and loses its page. The boy sighs, mutters an ‘oh shit,’ then pulls it back up to find the page again. He opens the flap and immediately finds a stash of old progress reports. You seem to keep all of your old ones in the front flap of your binder; he’s noticed you have all your chemistry reports, too. Curious, Isaac steals a peek. Despite confessing about his ‘D’ in chemistry, you’ve always cheekily refused to share your French grade. He doubts it’s that bad, but he’s never gotten you to admit it. 
He glances at the bathroom door, then checks the date on the report before scanning the grades. Guilt eats at him the longer he looks, but nosiness, then confusion keeps his eyes glued. Is he really reading that right? There’s no way you have a-
“Sorry about that,” you say, closing the door. 
Startled, he drops your binder and looks up at you. “It’s no worry.”
“What’s wrong?” You notice his change in behavior, like a young boy being caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing. 
“Nothing. Your binder fell off the bed, I was picking it up.”
“Oh. Thanks.” He smiles when you join him back on the bed. You’re not sure if you still have a right to be suspicious, or if he’s just embarrassed because he’s so shy. “So, um-”
Isaac, on the other hand, is brimming with questions. As anxious as he is that you caught him peeking, he can’t help but wonder about what he saw. You start to speak, maybe to change the subject, but he cuts you off, guilt and curiosity both winning. “You have an ‘A’ in French?”
“What?”
“You’ve had an ‘A’ since the start of the year. Why do you need me to tutor you if you already know it?”
You shut your open mouth immediately, face paling at the realization you’ve been caught. “I-... I don’t know. Your grades are better than mine.”
“By one point.”
“Two points. You have a 94. I have a 92.”
“Doesn’t explain the need for a tutor,” he argues.
You study him, choosing to base your reaction off his own. He’s smiling; seemingly happy, curious, and not at all upset. His tone implies no accusation, just confusion, and his body posture is straight, shoulders relaxed. A twinkle shines in his baby blue eyes; his level of eye contact is neither constant nor avoidant. He’s safe. 
“I, um,” you decide to tell him the truth. Or, rather, stutter out the truth. “I don’t need a French tutor.”
“So I’ve gathered.” Decisive tone, yet still friendly. Still safe. 
“I figured, since I would help you with chemistry, even though I’m not that good of a teacher, if you had to teach me something too, it would put less pressure on me to be a good teacher.”
His eyes narrow. “Okay… but why French?” He’s still a little confused on that reasoning, but doesn’t question it. He knows you’re shy. If that’s what you had to do to make it work that you could help him, he doesn’t mind. 
“I, er, well, the French provided a win-win scenario.”
“Which is?”
You shrug, body warming quickly as you near your deeply guarded secret. “I- I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Mhm, really?”
“You’re best in French,” you offer instead, on a whim.
“True,” he agrees, “though I feel that’s not the real reason, judging by your lack of eye contact.”
“I’m always bad at eye contact.”
“You’ve been getting better with me these last few weeks.”
“Yes, but…”
“I’m not going to judge, Y/N. Whatever you say, it’s safe with me. You trust me, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then how is me teaching you French a, as you call it, win-win scenario?”
Finally, you fess, “because I get to hear you speak it every time you teach me.”
Isaac’s quiet for a moment. Then, you realize it seems to have gone over his head as he says, “you hear me speak all the time in class.”
“Yeah, but… with twenty other voices mixed in, too. I like hearing just your voice. The way you know just how to sound it out perfectly, and the way your accent flourishes each sentence. Most people in class sound like they’re gurgling saltwater, but you make it sound hot, like the way French is supposed to sound.” Your mouth utters words before your brain can catch up and prevent you from embarrassment. As soon as you realize what you’ve said, a dizziness swarms your head and it feels like the temperature’s gone up ten degrees. 
Isaac is speechless in front of you. He’s first stuck on the fact that you like his voice, then on his pronunciation being described as perfect, but then he short-circuits as the word ‘hot’ falls from your lips. He doesn’t even realize when you plant your face into your binder, shocked by your own confession. 
“I’m sorry,” you apologize. It’s muffled, but he hears it enough to pull him from his trance. 
“You like my voice?” He asks, cursing himself for the stupidity of the question. It’s all he can think of to say, though, still trying to cool his own rising body temperature. 
“I shouldn’t have said all that, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I wasn’t thinking.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” he blurts out quickly. “I’m actually quite charmed by that.”
You resist the urge to look up at him, desperate to see if he’s smiling or not. Isaac seems to have a similar thought, and tries to hook a finger under your chin to lift your head. He succeeds, but then you instantly embarrass again, and dive for the pillows, burying your face amongst them. 
“Oh no, get back here,” he jokes. You feel him before you look out to see him. His hands shake your shoulder, but when you don’t respond, he playfully starts to tickle your neck. You scrunch and try to scramble away, but he only continues. “C’mon.”
“I can’t!” The words have finally sunken into his head; the weight of them falls on your chest. 
“Oh, yes you can!” He teases more, moving pillows away from you, just for you to grab another and bury back under it. When Isaac realizes there’s no use in trying to win the pillow war, he swings a leg over yours and begins to tickle your stomach. Your shirt has begun to ride up from your movement, and temporarily, he forgets you’re classmates, not longtime best friends. “C’mon, give it up!”
“I-I can’t!” You’re running out of breath, and pillows. He pulls another away from you, then puts his hands back on your sides. Your eyes are squeezed shut, but only do you open them because of the unfamiliar feeling of him touching you. A beat skips in your heart at the sudden, unexpected realization that he’s not only touching your skin, but he’s also straddling your waist. You swallow hard. He pinches your side lightly, shocking you back into reality, and making you grab another pillow to hide your face again. Before you can grasp it, Isaac grabs your hands and pins them above your head. You pant, heart racing a mile a minute. His too, as you can hear in the moment you both grow quiet. 
“You think it’s hot when I speak French?”
“No, I think you’re hot when you speak French. There’s a difference.”
“Is there now?”
“The temperature of the room doesn’t get hot, it’s you that gets hot.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Not that you’re not always hot… I mean, sometimes, you’re more like a cute little puppy than a hot, French-speaking…” your words fade as your brain catches up, faster this time, yet still not fast enough. 
“Am I now?”
What’s done is done, you figure. Can’t take it back now, can only admit it. “Yeah.”
“Huh. So all this time, you’ve been teaching me chemistry, and I’ve been talking pointlessly while you listen and learn nothing?”
“When you word it like that, it sounds bad.” A pout graces your lips as guilt floods you. “But I have learned some things. I was struggling with direct objects, and now I’m not.”
“Ah. So I’m not totally useless?”
“Never. You wouldn’t be useless even if I knew perfect French.” Before he can reply, you continue. “I’m sorry I wasted your time. I shouldn’t have. Can you forgive me?”
“Forgive you for what? You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I wasted your time when we could’ve been doing more chemistry.”
“Darling, too much chemistry and my brain woulda exploded. The French lessons are a nice intermission. Besides, I wouldn’t consider any time with you as time wasted.”
“Really?”
He drops your hands and they fall back down to your waist. He seems, then, to realize he’s still on top of you, and begins to climb off. “Sorry, I-”
“Don’t.”
“What?”
“Can I confess something else?”
He pauses. “Sure, anything.”
“I would’ve been okay with just tutoring you chemistry, but I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye long enough to do it well.”
“You’ve been doing great with the eye contact thing. I know it’s not your strong suit, but you’ve made a lot of progress these last couple weeks.”
“Thank you,” you smile. “It’s not only that.” A heartbeat passes. “I like you.”
“You like me?” His eyes narrow before he assumes only, “you like my voice.”
“No, I like you. I mean, yes, I like your voice, but I like it because I like you.”
“Like me, as in…”
“Like I have a crush on you.”
He tilts his head like a confused dog. “On me?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Why do you seem so surprised?”
“I’ve never had anyone have a crush on me before,” he admits.
Now you’re confused. “What?! How?!”
“I don’t know!”
“That’s stupid. Never had anyone admit it, maybe.”
“I’d never know.”
“Well I’ve had a crush on you since the seventh grade.”
“You moved to Beacon Hills in the seventh grade.”
“Exactly.”
“And you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?”
“Very secretly.”
“Huh. Well I’ve liked you since the first day of school,” he confesses.
“I’ve liked you since orientation, so I win.”
He smiles, then shakes his head playfully. “So I sit behind you in classes for years and only finally get the courage to talk to you when I’m borderline failing chemistry, and you only get the courage to talk to me for more than one minute if you can convince me to talk half of the time that we’d be studying together.”
“Sounds about right.”
“And my portion of the talking is in French, because you think my accent is hot?”
“Your accent is always hot; your French is hot on its own.”
“Ah, I’m following now.” He chuckles, letting his fingertips grace your hips. 
“So,” you ask, “as two people with several year long mutual crushes on each other, what do we do next?”
“Well you’re the one that’s been tutoring me chemistry, love, I’m hoping you have the answer.”
You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. “Wrong kind of chemistry, dork.” You reach your hands up to the sides of his face anyway, and pull him down for a kiss. Isaac complies immediately, setting one hand down beside you, while the other caresses your chin. Your legs hook around his waist, keeping him close until he starts to pull away, needing air. You let go, then hide your face as his own turns a rosy pink. 
“That was worth the wait,” he says, smiling, and touching a finger to his recently-kissed lips. “Êtes-vous d'accord?” 
“Shut up,” you tease, pushing him slightly. “Chemistry time.”
“We just had chemistry time. It’s French time now.”
“No, we can skip a round,” you insist, unsure you can hear anymore French fall from his lips without folding and kissing them again.
“On the contrary, I think you need to sharpen your vocabulary.”
“I think I’ll need a water break first.”
“That we can do,” he agrees. “I’ll make sure to get yours with extra ice.”
“Shush!”
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secret santa 🎅
Isaac Lahey who works at a Christmas tree farm 👀
I was kicking my feet with excitement as soon as you sent this.
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It had been a long shift, and there were only so many Christmas songs that could be played on repeat before it began to drive a person mad. Isaac was cold through, his leather jacket not quite enough to keep him comfortable as he showed people around the farm, helping them pick out the perfect tree for their home.
He wasn't in a bad mood exactly, but as the day dragged on he wasn't exactly joyful. His feet hurt, and so did his cheeks as he forced a smile to everyone that walked by him. Every "happy holidays!" spoken in his direction was met with the same grin and a gentle wave, and at first it had felt honest, but now it was more like an act. He wanted to be at home, in the warmth of his bed, not surrounded by people.
That was of course, until you showed up. He didn't know why you made him nervous, or if the zoo bustling about in his stomach was rather a bad meal from earlier instead of the so called butterflies, but he felt something when he saw you. Something good.
"Hey!" you waved cheerily as you approached him. You were approaching him. oh god. "I want the best Christmas tree on this farm, where would I find that?"
Isaac was stuck for a minute, staring, until he saw a familiar face by your side. Lydia Martin, the redhead sending him a knowing look.
"Well, how big is your living room?" Isaac asks, trying not to sound as though he's scrambling for words.
"Average living room size I believe." there is a laugh with the words and Isaac grins at the sound of it. It's better than any of the Christmas music he's heard over the past month. Sweet sounding and hopeful.
"Right this way." Isaac leads you and Lydia off to some of the tallest trees, and watches as you look up at each one, inspecting them as though the decision is of the greatest importance. It is important to you that you find the perfect tree for your home. One's Christmas tree can make or break the Christmas spirit of those invited over, you believe.
"What'd you think of this one Lydia?" You ask your redheaded friend, who already has her own tree at home and isn't much interested in the outing. What she is interested in however, is the current presence of Isaac Lahey, in particular the way he is looking at you.
"It's a nice tree, a little the small side though." She glances to Isaac, "What are your thoughts?"
"My thoughts?" Isaac startles, eyes flickering between the two girls before him and the tree beside you all. "I think it's a tree—a good tree. Tall." He doesn't know exactly why you're having this effect on him, but he can tell Lydia is enjoying the show. She always did like to watch people squirm.
You're smiling, now not at the tree, but at him. "It is tall," you agree, "But is it tall enough?"
"Well you've gotta make sure you can still decorate the top of it, you don't want it to be too tall." He's slowly sliding back into normality, back into doing his job. He's watching you, and you're watching the tree. The slow nod of your head and the squint of your eyes tells you're deep in thought about this and when you finally turn back to him you seem uncertain.
"Are you sure it's tall enough?" you ask, knowing Lydia's opinion is different to your Christmas tree guide's. You have a step ladder for the tall parts of the tree to make decorating easier but you think if you go any taller it won't be of much use. Still, a tall tree is a good tree.
"Trust me," Isaac smiles, "it's tall enough."
And the crazy thing was you did trust him, and soon enough you were transporting the tree to the car. Lydia was only a little upset that you hadn't taken her opinion on board, but she was more so intrigued by the way Isaac stopped you before you could get into the car. He called your name, of which he had recently learnt from hearing Lydia speak to you, and jogged up to your side.
"Hey, I wanted to ask you something." His breath comes out in a fog from the cold, his cheeks tinted a light pink, and the look on confusion on your face is masked by the sweet smile you'd shown him before.
"Yeah?" you seem to know where this is going, courtesy of a glance from Lydia on the other side of the car.
"I was wondering if I could get your number? Maybe we could get a coffee sometime, if you're interested?" He's nervous, but trying not to be. Playing it cool is his specialty, or at least he thought it was. Now he's not so sure.
A gentle laugh leaves your lips, but not in a mocking way. You're glowing, sunlight covering you, though that could just be his imagination. "Sure, I'd love to." You pull out your phone and Isaac does the same with his own, and the exchange of digits is fast.
"I'm Isaac by the way." Isaac extends a hand to you after you've put your phone away, and you take it, giving his hand a firm shake.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Isaac. I'll see you soon." You let go of his hand and send him a wink before opening the passenger side door to the car.
"Yeah, see you soon." Isaac parrots back as you slide inside, the car starting as you go to leave the farm. It had been a long shift, but Isaac felt hopeful now, and as another Christmas song began to play over the speaker, he decided to sing along.
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I hope you like it Gillian, Merry (late) Christmas!
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summertime sadness — isaac lahey x reader
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you can find part 1 here
☄. *. ⋆
content warnings and genre: swearing, drinking, borderline cheating — angst, fluff
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
synopsis: your summer fling with stiles had come to a cold, harsh and abrupt halt. what happens when both of you come to your senses? when emotions clash with logic, late confessions with patient ones?
i got that summertime, summertime sadness
su-su-summertime, summertime sadness
got that summertime, summertime sadness
✧.*
some people call it burying the hatchet. the phrase is an allusion to the figurative or literal practice of putting the cessation of hostilities among or by native americans in the eastern united states. some call it making peace, to end a quarrel. in latin, they call it “sepelite securim”. letting bygones be bygones. a lot of people in beacon hills chose to stick with their more traditional senses, inabilities to smoke the peace pipe.
however, you didn't fall under that category.
“what's with the smile? missed me?” of course you did. you had limited access to different varients of information, but you knew one thing for sure—you were falling in love with him. how could you help yourself? you turned around to face, him leaning against your locker as you locked eyes with his green ones. “don't flatter yourself.”
he couldn't help but smile back as he placed his hand next to the side of your head. ever since you and stiles clashed, the pack had started to gain a sense of developing tension. you and stiles spoke only when mandatory, lydia couldn't meet your gaze, almost as if she was ashamed, maybe even angry. scott, no matter how much he loved stiles, remained neutral and unbiased. he had offered to console you alongside allison on numerous occasions. derek didn't really care, he was all too familiar with the drama entangling teenagers brought up—he chose to stay out of it, but he knew stiles was in the wrong. out of everybody, isaac had been spending the most amount of time with you. he knew how to set aside his own feelings in order to help you sort out yours, and he was very patient with it. in the long run, his patience and hard work seemed to have paid off.
a generous amount of people have taken notice of your blooming relationship with isaac, and that same generous amount of people supported the two of you. they took notice of the way you would hold isaac's hand to calm him down whenever he got angry, how you would give it a tight squeeze when aiden and ethan walked by. they took notice of how he looked at you—those were the eyes of a man in love.
however, you couldn't please everybody.
“this is blasphemy,” scott couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh at the words of his best friend. this certainly wasn't the first time stiles chose to spit out venom, disguising it as sarcasm and shits and giggles. “is there no school policy against public displays of 'let's make stiles throw up'?”
stiles huffed as he leaned against scott's locker, his best friend watching him with such concern, you'd almost think the annoyance departed. he squinted as if he was trying to read your lips, tilting his ear towards you and isaac in order to get something. anything. with a sigh of defeat, he rolled his eyes.
“you know, i actually just got a really good idea,”
“no kidding, stiles has a good idea?”
“yes, asshole. unlike some of us, good ideas come naturally and not through supernatural claws, fangs and blowing pigs' houses down.” scott shot him a glare. whatever it is i said about the annoyance making a departure, i take it back.
“what's this great idea of yours?” stiles huffed, turning to face scott estatically, as if he knew his idea would be shot down. “could you put your alpha echolocation crap to use and help me eavesdrop for a quick minute?” scott thought of you as his sister, he really did. no matter how much he cared for stiles, he couldn't defend him for the things he did and said, which is why he was so hesitant to oblige. at the same time, no matter how much stiles chose to deny it, he knew you made him happy. he knew lydia was just someone to fill in the blanks, because it made more sense— it was the way things were supposes to be; him and allison, stiles and scott. unfortunately, scott was, at times, very biased. this was one of those times.
in a second, everybody else's voices were drowned out. the sound of your laughter filled his ears as he focused all his attention onto you and isaac. he could feel the way stiles tensed up—he couldn't hear the things scott heard, but he could see just about the same. he watched the way isaac tucked loose stranda of hair behind your ear, the way you two held hands. most importantly, the way you looked at him. it was similar to the way you used to look at him, he only wished he hadn't been blind to it then. now, everything was crystal clear. so clear that it made his stomach churn.
“they're going out tonight, they're going to bar next to jungle,” scott paused for a moment, as if he was questioning what he had heard. “jungle, as in the gay club?”
stiles shot him a disapproving look. “no, the amazon,” scott met his look with such annoyance, anybody would've expected him to punch him. “it's 2011, scott. get with the program.”
if he hadn't been so focused on your conversation, stiles would've ended up with a foot in his ass. “why are they going there?” stiles asked him, this time, without provoking annoyance. “it's a first official date sort of thing,” scott explained as he listened further. “he's taking her out, just the two of them at eight tonight.” stiles knew he owed scott for this one, but he couldn't have been more grateful.
“whatever plans you had tonight, cancel them.”
i'm feelin' electric tonight
cruisin' down the coast, goin' about 99
got my bad baby by my heavenly side
i know if i go, i'll die happy tonight
as you pushed open the heavy wooden door, a rush of warmth and muffled laughter enveloped you. the interior of the bar unfolded like a treasure trove of memories, bathed in the soft glow of vintage filament bulbs that dangled from the exposed rafters. weathered brick walls embraced the patrons, adorned with an eclectic mix of framed photographs and old signs, each hinting at the bar's storied past. the air hummed with the lively cadence of a jazz ensemble tucked into the corner, their melodies meandering through the space like a river finding its course. the smoky aroma of oak-aged spirits mingled with the heady fragrance of crafted cocktails, enticing the senses to partake in the evening's delights. it was a haven where conversations danced amidst the tinkle of glasses and the low rumble of laughter, a sanctuary for wanderers seeking refuge from the outside world.
isaac was gentle with you. his hand in yours felt reassuring as you crossed the threshold into the bar, the soft timbre of laughter and music enveloping you both in its warm embrace. the interior unfolded like a carefully crafted tableau, bathed in the soft glow of vintage filament bulbs that cast a romantic ambiance over the scene. as you took a seat on a well-worn stool, he offered a knowing smile, a silent acknowledgement of your presence. in this haven, time seemed to stand still, granting you both a moment to savor each other's company against the backdrop of the enchanting sanctuary.
as you and isaac settled in, the bartender, a friendly figure with a twinkle in his eye, approached with a warm smile. “welcome,” he greeted, his voice carrying a note of genuine hospitality. “what can i get the two of you tonight?” his inquiry was accompanied by a gesture towards a menu filled with an enticing array of libations, each one a carefully crafted creation that seemed to promise a delightful journey of flavors. the anticipation between you and isaac was palpable as you exchanged glances, a silent conversation of preferences and unspoken desires. with a soft chuckle, isaac turned to you, his gaze a mixture of playfulness and curiosity, as if seeking to uncover the secret to your taste. “a beer for me and a diet coke for the designated driver.” the waiter politely nodded before heading back. you smiled at him, he knew you all too well.
“i hope this date wasn't too sudden,” he mused, his eyes crinkling with a mixture of sincerity and amusement as he leaned in slightly. the soft candlelight flickered, casting playful shadows across his green eyes and light curls. his words held a warmth that eased any lingering uncertainties, like a comforting embrace on a cool evening. you met his gaze, a smile of reassurance blooming on your lips. "no, not at all," you replied, your voice carrying the resonance of honesty. “after everything, i'm only upset we haven't done this sooner.”
isaac leaned in even further, your lips almost brushing. “tonight is about you and me, nobody else, okay?” your hot breath fanned his lips as the question passed your lips. he smiled at you, before pressing your lips to yours. “that's what i like to hear.”
unfortunately, you hadn't accounted for the uninvited guests.
as your laughter mingled with isaac's, an unexpected hush fell over the bar. turning in surprise, your eyes widened as you spotted a familiar face—stiles, his expression a mix of determination and vulnerability. his sudden appearance was accompanied by the sight of scott, who seemed torn between loyalty and concern. the air around you shifted, the romantic ambiance giving way to an undercurrent of tension. isaac's grip on your hand tightened subtly, a silent affirmation of his presence by your side.
stiles cleared his throat, his voice laced with an urgency that hung heavy in the air. “i know this isn't the best time, but there's something i need to say,” his words were raw and unguarded, revealing a side of him you had only glimpsed in passing. isaac's protective stance remained unwavering, a silent shield against any potential discomfort.
scott shifted uneasily, his conflicted expression a reflection of the friendship that had endured countless challenges. “stiles is right, he has something he needs to get off his chest.” his gaze held an unspoken plea for understanding, a testament to the complexity of their motives.
the once-vibrant bar had become a backdrop to a moment suspended in uncertainty, a collision of emotions that seemed to stretch time itself. with isaac's silent dismay, you made a choice—extending empathy to stiles and scott without diminishing the connection you shared with isaac. you waited, eyebrows raised as you finally locked eyes with stiles. you had stared into his brown eyes a countless amount of times, heart fluttering and fireworks exploding in the pit of your stomach each time. you could feel the way your heart melted, similar to the candle next to your arm as it illuminated your face. this time, it wasn't like that. for the first time in a while, you felt nothing.
and stiles had noticed it too.
stiles' eyes met yours with a mixture of regret and resignation, his unspoken words echoing in the charged atmosphere. understanding seemed to pass between you in that moment, the weight of his unspoken feelings hanging in the air. with a heavy sigh, he mustered a small, bittersweet smile, the corners of his lips lifting as he broke the silence.
“you look stunning tonight.” stiles said softly, his voice holding a blend of fondness and acceptance. his words were simple, yet beneath them lay a cascade of emotions he had chosen to keep hidden. it was a gesture that transcended spoken language, a way of saying more than words ever could.
isaac's grip on your hand remained steady, his presence a constant reminder of the connection you were forging in this evolving moment. as the seconds ticked by, the tension seemed to ebb, replaced by an unspoken understanding that the path ahead held new possibilities for all involved.
the bar around you, once a haven of shared stories and tender moments, became a backdrop to an intricate tapestry of emotions that defied easy categorization. in the midst of it all, your gaze met stiles', a silent acknowledgment passing between you—an acknowledgment of what could have been, and a nod to the new paths being forged.
oh, my God, i feel it in the air
telephone wires above are sizzlin' like a snare
honey, i'm on fire, i feel it everywhere
nothin' scares me anymore
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fandomnsfw · 11 months
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Let Me Love You - Isaac Lahey x Reader
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Pairing: Isaac x Reader
Prompt: Request -
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Warning: Smut...Smut....and a kick to the nads.
Thank you to my beta who did this fore me last night! @lets-imagine-fanfics
ENJOY!!
*****
You stormed into the school with a scowl on your face, your crimson red stilettos clicking against the smooth off-white floor.  Your outfit was like your usual, sassy and overdressed. At least that’s what Stiles liked to say. You were wearing an off the shoulder black crop top, that zipped up and slightly resembled a bomber jacket. Your jeans were high waist with rips covering the front, as well as a large rip at the top of your thigh just under your right ass cheek.  
Your shoes were excessively high and overbearingly bright red to match your handbag and deep red matte lipstick. Your eyeshadow was a nude matte with a cut crease, a moderately thick wing and fake eyelashes. And to top it off you had a five-row diamanté choker and diamond curved square earrings.  
You channelled your hearing, trying to find the pack. Once you’d located them, you stormed into the cafeteria angrily as you heard the boy behind you catching up slowly. You locked eyes with Lydia who shot you a raised brow before she looked behind you with a scowl.  
You stormed over to the table, ignoring your boyfriend who was traipsing behind you out of breath. Glancing at Stiles briefly as his eyes flicked to your heels before letting out a snort. Scott looked behind you as your panting boyfriend, who had finally caught up. You could sense him behind you but that didn’t mean you were about to give him the time of day.  
“Y/N, come on, it didn’t mean anything. it was a mist-”  
“How many shitty rom-coms did you watch to get that line?” You snorted cutting his words off before turning to face him.  
“Come on, baby, i-”  
“You need some help, Y/N?” Scott asked as Isaac stood up to move over to you only for Scott to stop him.  
“No, I got this Scotty.” You replied sweetly, giving him a soft glance before turning to your boyfriend and bring up leg up, the weight of your platform causing the kick to his balls to hurt way more than it would have had you been wearing flats.  
“We’re done.” You snarled as he fell to the floor clutching his crotch painfully.  
You sat down in between Isaac and Scott as your now ex-boyfriend was lifted by his friends, who were quite clearly trying to hold back their laughter and teasing remarks. Stiles leaned over Isaac with a raised brow, causing you to match his expression in confusion.  
“How do you even walk in those?” Stiles muttered as he pointed to the pair of high heels on your feet.  
“With great strength and precision.” You deadpanned, causing Erica to snigger to herself.  
“So who’d you catch him with?” Jackson asked casually like it was somehow a regular occurrence to have a pack mate’s boyfriend cheating on them.  
“Ava.” You growled as said girl walked into the cafeteria. You tuned into the conversation she was having with Abigail and Emma.  
‘Don’t you think Isaac got so hot recently?’ Ava giggled as she glanced over at Isaac who was sat next to you minding his own business. You stood up and threw your right leg over him before sitting down and straddling him. He looked up from his phone with a raised brow as if silently asking what you were doing.  
“Play along.” You muttered softly with a fake smile. Isaac snorted but decided to indulge in whatever game you were playing. You leant down to whisper in his ear making it look as sexy and seductive as you could from an outsiders point of view.  
“Can you act like you wanna fuck me desperately for like five minutes to piss Ava off?” You whisper biting his ear for show. He let out a ‘mhmm’ of agreement before pulling you back by your hair gently. He pulled you flush against his body before pulling you down harshly for a kiss that almost had your eyes widening as you felt arousal spark immediately.  
The kiss was like fire had ignited inside of you and your whole body burn for it. You let out a little whimper as his tongue brushed across your lower lip. One hand in your hair while the other slipped just under the bottom of your top, skimmed against the heated skin.  
You had completely forgotten about Ava as you gripped onto Isaac t-shirt, letting him control the kiss willingly. You snapped out of the kiss as someone coughed awkwardly behind you. You pulled away with a flushed face and half-lidded eyes, your face one of pure uncut desire. Scott and Stiles gaped at you as you tried to bring your head out the clouds.  
You felt dizzy from the kiss, which only caused your eyes to zone out slightly, as you swayed in Isaac’s lap. He let out a chuckle as he pulled you against his chest in an effort to keep you from falling.  
“Jesus, Isaac, did you slip her an aphrodisiac when you kissed her, she’s totally gone!” Erica laughed with Allison as they stared at you.  
“No, I just did what she wanted.” Isaac snorted as he cupped your cheeks, lifting your face up to look into your eyes.  
“Y/N, dinners almost over.” Isaac whispered softly, his eyes scanning yours in amusement.  
You blinked a few times before shaking your head in embarrassment. You slid off his lap into your own seat as a few of the pack members chuckled at your flushed face. You glanced at Isaac who had gone back to his phone like none of it ever happened.  
***  
You were sat in Allison’s bedroom in between Erica and Lydia who were painting their nails. Allison let out a chuckle as she read a text on her phone, causing you to raise an eyebrow. She glanced at you with a cheeky grin before glancing back at her phone. Cora rolled her eyes as she scrolled through Facebook aimlessly, choosing to ignore Allison’s laugh, until she finally spoke up.  
“Scott and the boys are hanging out tonight at Derek’s.” Allison supplied making you hum in thought.  
“I wonder what the boys talk about when they’re away from us?” You pondered with a smirk.  
“Probably pussy, video games and action movies.” Erica laughed as she looked up from her freshly painted red nails.  
“Kinda like us then except ours is cock, fashion and romance movies.” You huffed in amusement.  
“Speaking of dick. When are you gonna jump on Isaac’s.” Lydia muttered casually, her eyes never leaving her nails.  
“Lydia, I literally just broke up with my boyfriend less than 48 hours ago.” You snorted, sarcasm lacing your voice.  
“You kissed him less than 10 minutes after your break up, so by calculated standards you should be riding his dick right now.” Lydia chuckled, a smirk gracing her nude pink lips.  
“He doesn’t even see me like that.” You huffed childishly, throwing yourself back on the bed in annoyance.  
“If he didn’t see you like that he wouldn’t have kissed you like he was about to fuck you in the middle of the school cafeteria.” Cora laughed as you blushed slightly.  
“I told him to act like he wanted to fuck me cos Ava was there talking about how hot he was and I wanted to piss her off.” You pouted as Allison stared down at you.  
“Isaac’s a terrible actor.” Erica declared, a smirk adorning her red lips. Allison looked at you curiously before turning back to her phone.  
“So, how do you feel about him?” Allison asked gently, after a few seconds off silence.  
“Honestly? I’ve always liked Isaac but never made a move. He’s so tall and hot but he also has this sweet side to him, like when he carried my bag for me on the way home one time. Then there’s his dominant side.” You trailed off with a grin on your face.  
“Everyone thinks he’s a walking puppy but he has this look that screams dominance. Every time he does it makes my knee’s go weak…Fuck I’ve got it so bad.” You groaned.  
Allison chuckled before declaring they order pizza. The girls agreed, all rattling off their orders before deciding to scan through Netflix. After 20 minutes there was a knock at the door which made everyone frown. The pizza place always took at least 45 minutes so to say the girls were confused was an understatement. Allison slid her gun into the back of her jeans before walking to the door, you and the other girls following behind closely. Lydia was at the back since she didn’t have any real fighting skills yet.  
Allison opened the front door her hand on the gun but quickly relaxed when she saw Isaac stood there with a smirk. He held up his phone as a video started playing. You couldn’t see anything but you heard your voice. In the video, you were talking about your feelings for Isaac and honestly, right now you’d wished the ground would swallow you whole.  
You glanced and the girls with wide eyes, trying to figure out who did it. However, none of them gave anything away. Isaac let the video play out much to your own embarrassment but once it was done he pocketed his phone and strode over to you with hooded eyes. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder before turning to the girls  
“Thanks, Allison, for the video. We’ll see you at school on Monday.” Isaac chuckled before leaving the house, the girls chuckling and waving to you as you disappeared from sight. You had wide eyes as he placed you down in front of what looked to be Scott’s bike. You gave him a curious look before he motioned to the bike silently.  
“Isaac wha-”  
“Get on the bike before I decide to fuck you in the middle of the street.” Isaac growled, causing your eyes to widen tenfold. You hopped onto the bike behind Isaac without another word.  
He sped down the road, which was almost empty due to it being around 11 at night. You clung to him tightly and almost cursed when you arrived at the McCall’s because you had to let go. You adjusted your white Adidas cap before glancing at the boy was had just gotten off the bike.  
You went to get off the bike only to be lifted up and thrown back over Isaac’s shoulder. You let out a squeak which only earnt you a chuckle from the boy carrying you. He walked into the house, closing the door behind him before moving straight up the stairs.  
“Where’s Melissa?” You whispered as he kicked open the door to his room.  
“Night shift and Scott’s staying at Derek.” Isaac answered easily before throwing you down on the bed which caused you to let out another little squeak.  
He shed his leather jacket and v neck t-shirt before crawling onto the bed straight towards you. You scrambled back as you took in his predatory glance, but your attempts were futile because he soon had you cornered and honestly you felt nothing but arousal.  
“Before I fuck you into next week, I just want to put out there that this isn’t a fling. You’re mine now. Any objections?” Isaac chuckled as he hovered over you covered stomach.  
“N-No.” You stuttered nervously, your face flushing softly.  
He let out a chuckle as he began working on unbuttoning your jeans and slipping off your Adidas sneakers. He moved up once the task was complete, his lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss. You let out a gasp which he took as an invite and slipped his tongue into your mouth, twisting it with yours.  
Once your jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, he pulled them down your legs without a second thought and that’s when your eyes snapped open as you remembered what you were wearing.  
You had a pure white bodysuit on, which usually wouldn’t be a problem except for today, you’d chosen to wear your thong one. Meaning the front rest just above your hips and your ass was completely exposed. You thanked the heavens you were laying on your back for now.  
“You’re not wearing any underwear.” Isaac huffed darkly with a smirk however that was quickly replaced were a suspicious scowl.  
“Turn over.” He instructed as he threw your high waist boyfriend jeans somewhere in the room.  
Your eyes widened as you stared at him with flushed cheeks. He shot you a smirk, letting you know he’d already figured it out. When you didn’t move he flipped you over and as he did he let out a groan of approval.  
“Fuck…I might not even take this off to fuck you. I might just…” He trailed off as he lifted you up, so you were face down with your ass in the air, before moving the thin material away from your pussy.  
“God, look at you.” Isaac chuckled as he lifted his free hand and ran his middle finger down your slit. You let out a gasp as he brushed against your fold, a moan quickly following when he softly circled your clit.  
“You’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you.” Isaac teased as he pushed the tip of his index finger into your dripping pussy  
You felt the bed jolt as he moved, but before you had time to evaluate what was happening his tongue was pushing inside you. You inhaled harshly, quickly followed by a dirty moan that earnt you a chuckle from Isaac. He pulled his tongue back out, pulling away completely. Leaving you whining in protest.  
Suddenly Isaac was laid down, his face directly under your wet heat. You moved so your arms were supporting you, glancing between your legs with wide eyes. He glanced up at you with a smirk before grabbing your ass and pulling your pussy down roughly.  
You let out a gasp as you flicked his tongue against you, finally realising what he was doing. You sat up and looked down boy at the boy underneath you with flushed cheeks and hooded lids. He tapped you ass slightly, before sticking out his tongue. You grind down on his tongue experimentally, letting out a moan as you did it again with more certainty. He gripped your thighs as he moaned at the taste of you, his eyes never leaving yours. You thread your hands through his hair gently as he began sucking you clit harshly.  
“O-Oh god…” You panted, a loud breathless moan following shortly after.  
His nails dug into your hips his chest rumbling out a growl of arousal. You thrust your hips against his mouth, the jolt of power you felt from this position drove you crazy, yet somehow at the same time, you felt utterly under his control.  
“Isaac…” You panted, your voice raspy and spent, your thrusting slowly coming to a stop when you became too tired to move anymore.  
He grunted letting you know he understood but before you could move he rolled you onto your back, his face still buried in your pussy. The ass was off the ground with only your thigh being supported on Isaac's shoulder.  
The new position let you exposed, the moonlight hitting the bed lighting it up softly. You let out a whine of embarrassment and arousal as he continued his job of devouring you. You gripped onto his bed your back arching slightly, as your fists buried in the sheets.  
“I-Isaac…Shit don’t stop…’M gonna cum” You stuttered between breaths.  
Your stomach clenched tightly as you pushed towards you orgasm willing it to take over. As he moved back to your clit he pushed two fingers into you roughly and that was enough to tip you straight over the edge.  
“F-Fuck, Is-Isaac!” You screamed as your legs shook from the intensity of your orgasm. He lowered your ass to the bed gently, as he held your hips to ground you slightly as the orgasm was finally calming down. He stroked your thighs gently as he watched you finally open your eyes.  
“Hi there.” Isaac chuckled gently, his hands sliding up your thigh until there were squeezing the flesh where your thighs end.  
“Hi.” You giggled softly, still slightly dazed as you looked up at him.  
He lifted one hand and crooked his finger in a come hither motion. You sat up slowly and shuffled forward slightly, so your crotches were in line with each other. You hooked your legs around his waist, as your hands slid up his chest to clamp around his neck. You brushed your nose against his gently, his hands clutching at your waist tightly.  
“Hold on tight.” He whispered huskily. You nodded and clung to him like a koala bear before he flipped you over with ease.  
You let out a little giggle as he nipped at your neck playfully, his hands sliding up your side until they were yanking down your bodysuits straps. He lent down and took your nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking on it. You inhaled harshly, clutching at his hair as he moved to the other nipple paying it the same attention. After he deemed it enough her moved back and looked down at you.  
“You want me to prep you so the stretch doesn’t hurt?” Isaac chuckled as he stared into your eyes, unbuttoning his jeans. You raised a brow at him in confusion.  
“You know I’m not a vi- Oh my god!” You squeaked as he pulled out his fully hard cock. You’d been with two guys since you were 16 and both of them were above average size but now looking at Isaac they suddenly went from a good size to pitiful compared to him.  
“Holy shit.” You muttered, eyes wide as you stared at his member.  
The more you stared at it though, the more arousal you felt. You were never one to care about size, always going by the saying ‘It’s not the size that matters it how they use it’. However, right now, you were practically drooling.  
Without a sound, you moved away from him and shift to all fours bending down and wrapping your hand around his shaft. Your ass was raised but your face was now level with his cock. You let out a moan of approval, pumping him a few times.  
You glanced up at him, your eyes locking on his as you pursed your lips and let string of spit dripped down to his cock. He let out a moan at you sight which only made you smirk. If there was one thing you know it’s that as much a porn isn’t realistic, boys still loved some of the filthy things pornstar’s do. You moved your hand up and down painfully slow, as you spread the fluid all over his large cock.  
You ducked your head before licking up his shaft agonizingly slow. He let out a little hiss of pleasure as his right-hand thread through your hair. You glanced up at him as you finally wrapped your lips around his shaft, his eyes rolling it to the back of his head as you sucked on him harshly.  
You circled your tongue around the head before sucking him down further. You thrusted upwards and he pushed your head down causing you to gag a little before you thankfully adjusted. He was panting heavily as he thrust into your awaiting throat. You gagged occasionally, however when you did he would pull back to let you breath, before thrusting straight back in.  
When he finally pulled you all the way of his cock you let out a whine of protest. He chuckled darkly as he tugged your head back with the hair clutched in his hand. He pulled you up so you were kneeling, his bare chest pressed against your breasts.  
“You ready baby?” Isaac whispered against your ear huskily, his hand still clutching your hair.  
“Y-Yes.” You muttered shyly.  
However, it seemed that’s all the answer he needed to manhandle you down to the bed. Isaac now between your legs, his hand gripping your thighs and motioning you to wrap your legs around him. You did as you were instructed before he leaned down and kissed you roughly, his tongue thrusting into your mouth. His tongue swirling with yours before moving to trace every inch of your mouth.  
You moaned into his mouth, as his tip brushed across your entrance. Your hands fling around his shoulders as he began pushing in. He eased in gently until he was finally bottomed out, his hand soothing your hair affectionately, as you wince against his neck.  
He looked into your eyes as you finally felt the pain disappearing, that’s when you noticed the black veins on his arm that was caressing your hair. You bite his neck letting him know he could move, he hummed out an okay before he pulled almost all the way out and thrusted back in agonizingly slow. A moan left your lips as he pushed back in, his weight all on one hand as his other caressed down your body. You nibbled on his earlobe before letting out a breathy moan against his ear, which earnt you a groan.  
“Harder.” You purred seductively, causing a huskily moan to erupt from his mouth. He growled as he began to thrust in and out at you in an animalistic pace, the suddenness of it making you scream out in pleasure.  
He sat up and gripped bothy our hips as he thrust into you so hard and deep it had you arching off the bed in bliss. You gripped his forearms in an attempt to ground yourself, his claws slowly making an appearance. They dug into your hips almost drawing blood as they did.  
“F-Fuck!” You cursed, a moan following shortly after.  
“Your cock is so fucking big.” You moaned loudly as your claws started to come out. You moved them from his arms so you wouldn’t hurt him but he growled at you causing your eyes to widen slightly.  
“Don’t hold back. Let go.” Isaac muttered as his thrust slowed but still remained hard and deep.  
“Mmm, I-Isaac…” You whined as you made grabby hands at him, earning yourself a chuckled from the boy. He bent down allowing you to cling to him as he sped up his thrusts once again.  
“S-Shit…You’re so tight.” He groaned as he felt you clamp around his cock, your body trying to suck him in further.  
You raked your claws down him back leaving blood covered marks in your wake. He let out an animalistic growl before he started drilling into you so fast your body could barely keep up. Your moans barely had chance to leave your mouth.  
His claws dug into your waist drawing blood but all you could feel was pleasure. Your stomach began coiling back up as your orgasm approached quickly. You clenched around his dick letting him know you were close which only caused him to move one bloodied hand to your clit. He began circling it roughly, making sure his claws didn’t cut you.  
“Oh, g-god…I-Isaac ‘m cumming!” You screamed out your back arching, causing it to push against his chest.  
“Go on baby, cum on my cock.” He groaned against your ear and that all it took for you to started cumming. Your orgasm felt more wet and intense than the last which caused Isaac to sit up and stare down at where his cock was his fingers never leaving your clit.  
He smirked down as he pulled his cock out and began brushed side to side on your clit rather fast. You gasp as you felt another orgasm hit you before the other one could even end. You looked down to see Isaac cock and the bed sheets wet-threw.  
“D-Did I-I ju-just?” You gasped and your body shook from the intensity of your orgasm.  
“Oh yeah…Fuck I need to see that again.” Isaac moaned as he thrust back into you and started moving in and out.  
“Y-You’re no-Oh fuck!” You gasped as he moved his hand against your clit once again.  
“Come on, baby girl, squirt all over my cock.” Isaac chuckled against your ear before pulling back and watching your entrance carefully his hand never ceasing the movements.  
Your back started arching again as you felt your pussy contract around his cock. He pulled out but continued moving his finger across your clit. You felt the liquid soak into the white bodysuit leaving you to feel damp and gross but you couldn’t bring yourself to care because you were shaking from your fourth orgasm.  
“Fuck, as much as wanna do that all night, I need to cum.” Isaac groaned as he licked at his hand that was covered in your juices.  
“Cum inside me…P-Please.” You panted, as he entered you the wet sound causing him to moan in approval. He thrust into you in a way that can only be described as vicious. You clung to him, panting against his ear as you whispered into his ear urging him to cum.  
“Gonna cum in my tight little pussy, baby?” You moaned softly earning yourself a growl from the male above you. He thrust a few more times before he moaned against your shoulder.  
“F-Fuck, Y/N, ‘m cumming.” He growled and he thrust into you, milking himself inside you. After a few more thrusts he stopped and collapsed on top of you. You stroked his hair as you both panted against one another. He sat up after a few minutes, looking into your eyes with a smirk on his lips.  
“Well, that was…” You giggled softly as your body finally stopped shaking for the most part.  
“Amazing?” Isaac supplied with a chuckle.  
“Totally.” You huffed in amusement. He looked down at the wet bed and let out a chuckle before smirking down at you.  
“We should probably replace these sheet and then get a shower.” Isaac laughed softly. You gave him a nod with a flushed face as you stared at wet patch.  
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“So how was it?” Lydia smirked as she muttered as you stood up from your seat.  
“Fun, amazing and so embarrassing.” You muttered with a flushed face. You began walking to the cafeteria as Erica, Allison and Lydia tried to catch up. Cora trailing behind with no intention of running to catch up.  
“Embarrassing?” Erica snorted in amusement.  
“Don’t even ask.” You grumbled before spotting the boys already at the table. You sat down next to boyfriend, placing a kiss on his lips with a smile. He stroked the back of your hair affectionately as you leant against him.  
“So how are you this fine day…Squirtle?” Jackson snorted and you suddenly felt your face grow very hot.  
“Oh my god, you told them!” You squeaked as Isaac threw a chip at Jackson who couldn’t stop laughing.  
“I don’t know what you’re laughing about Jackson, at least Isaac can bring his girlfriend to an earth-shattering orgasm.” Stiles laughed as you smashed your head onto the table before letting out a groan of pain.  
Why is this your life?
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sickofitall31 · 2 years
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Through My Bedroom Window
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Isaac Lahey x fem!reader (18+ SMUT) 🤍
Hope y'all enjoy this one! 🤍
I don’t exactly know how all of this started. Isaac and I had been best friends since forever, and now here we were: him sat on my bed with his back against the headboard, me straddling his hips, our lips locked in a passionate battle.
He moaned against me as I adjusted myself in his lap, his hands coming down from cupping my neck and jaw to rest on my waist, guiding my hips to gyrate against his own. Our lips parted as we both let out sighs of pleasure, our breathing turning heavy as we moved against each other.
“Fuck, just like that Y/N.” He moaned out deeply as I moved into him again. Our chests were touching, both moving up and down rapidly. My mouth was open and my head was thrown back in pleasure when Isaac began leaving the marks along my neck and collar bones. I moaned out from his touch, his lips trailing back up to mine. 
The kiss was brief before he pulled back again and removed the white t-shirt he was wearing. My hands ran down his hard chest to his sculpted abs, biting my lip as I did so. I looked up to his face to see a small smirk on his features. He leaned in and kissed me again, before running his hands up my sides and sliding my shirt over my head, leaving me bare in front of him.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip before running his hands over my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples as he went. I moaned at his touch, placing my hands over his and leading them over my body.
The movie we had been watching beforehand had been completely abandoned, and it played quietly in the background, it’s changing lights creating an almost other worldly effect. The light would highlight Isaac’s features making him appear to be even more god-like than he ordinarily would.
Our kisses continued as Isaac moved our position so I was lying beneath him. He trailed kisses down my neck to my breasts where he sucked, licked and nipped at both. I was a moaning mess beneath him - trying my best not to catch the attention of my parents downstairs.
Although they knew Isaac and I were best friends, and they loved him, I knew the thought of him sneaking up to my window late into the night would make them uneasy. Nothing had happened for years. Until now.  
Isaac’s kisses trailed lower down my stomach until he reached the band of my pyjama shorts. “Is this ok?” He asked, his eyed meeting mine as I leaned up on my elbows. I bit my bottom lip and nodded, heat rushing to my face as he slowly pulled my shorts down my legs and off, thrown somewhere across my bedroom. 
He placed kisses lower and lower until he met the band of my white lacy underwear. “Mmm, you look so good right now, Y/N.” He moaned lowly, looking into my eyes again, his hooded and clouded with lust.
“Only for you, Isaac.” I told him quietly. He moaned lowly as he returned his kisses to my inner thighs, slowly working his way closer and closer to where I needed him. I had the best kind of butterflies in my lower stomach as he got closer and eventually placed a kiss over my underwear, right over my clit.
I bit my lip and moaned, my head thrown back and back arching into his touch. His large hands were on my thighs keeping them open for him. “Please, take them off.” I whined.
I heard him chuckle lowly before he finally slid my panties off, leaving me completely exposed. I guess he couldn’t wait any longer to tease as he dove right in. His mouth finding my clit straight away, licking and sucking again. 
My hand came down over my mouth as I moaned out, this only encouraged him further. My other hand flew down to tangle in his soft curls as he went to work on me.
One of his hands held my hips down onto the bed while he slid 2 fingers into my pussy with the other. I was arching off the bed in so much pleasure as he went down. I pulled on his hair lightly, moaning as he nipped softly at my clit. This caused him to moan against my pussy, slowly making his way up, removing his fingers (much to my dismay), and coming up to kiss me once again. 
I moaned into his mouth as I tasted myself on his tongue. He pulled away from my lips and maintained eye contact as he raised his fingers that were inside of me to his lips to suck off my arousal. I bit my lip once again and gazed up at him. A low growl rose in his chest. “Taste so good, princess.” He told me with a small smirk. I smiled up at him reached up to bring him down to me again, kissing him once more.
My hands trailed down his sculpted body again to reach his pyjama pants. I sat up on my elbows as we broke apart for a second. He helped me pull them the rest of the way off, his hard cock springing free. My eyes widened in awe at his size. He chuckled lowly as he used two fingers to lift my chin, looking into my eyes lustfully. I bit my lip under his almost primal gaze.
He lent down to kiss me again, lightly pushing me back down onto the bed once more. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his cock brushing against me; this time nothing in the way. Isaac broke the kiss and began to leave kisses down to my neck, nipping at the space between neck and shoulder. I moaned quietly again, whimpering as he kissed and licked over my new mark.
“I need you, Isaac.” I managed to whine out, the need inside of me becoming too much to handle. He slowly made his way back up my neck and to my mouth where he left one more lingering kiss.
He reached inbetween our bodies and gripped his hard cock, slowly running it between my wet folds, and tapping it onto my clit, causing my body to jolt slightly. His forehead rested on mine as he slowly pushed himself into me, the stretch causing me to moan out once more, slightly louder than anticipated.
Isaac smiled down at me, and lightly placed his hand over my mouth. “Shh-shh, Y/N. We wouldn’t want your parents to hear, would we?” He taunted lowly. 
I slowly shook my head, and he took his hand away. “Good girl.”
He began to rock himself into me as I became used to his size. His tip brushing my G-spot as his thrusts became faster and more deep. I had to bite my lip in order not to moan. Isaac nestled his head into my neck, occasionally letting a deep moan or growl out. 
The closer I was to my release, the harder it was to suppress my moans, and Isaac could sense this. He lifted his head and captured my lips in a passionate kiss, both of our moans being caught within one another. 
“Fuck, your pussy’s so good, princess.” Isaac moaned into our kiss. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Please cum, Isaac.” I whimpered in response; my own release fast approaching. “I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming.” I moaned, my nails digging into his sculpted back muscles, eyes shutting from such intense pleasure.
Isaac reached down to rub my clit as I came hard. Biting my lip in order to stop myself from practically screaming out. Isaac pounded into me faster as his release approached, my pussy clenching around him.
“Fuck, Y/N.” Was the last thing he groaned out before he stopped his thrusts, cumming inside of me.
He slowly pulled out and rolled onto the bed beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me towards him. I lay my head on his chest as he kissed the top of my head. I pulled the covers over us, my eyes fluttering closed soon after from exhaustion. 
“Goodnight, Isaac.” I whispered out, sleep almost taking over.
“Goodnight, Y/N. I love you.” He whispered back.
“I love you too.”
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everlastingdreams · 1 year
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Isaac Lahey x Reader : Kiss It Better
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Story Summary: Your friend Isaac often teases you, even when you are helping him with a wound he obtained in a typical ‘Isaac’- way. The line between teasing and flirting has begun to blur.
Notes: My silly first fluffy Isaac fic.
Word count of this fic: 1702 words
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The first time you met Isaac, he was quiet. He barely spoke a word to you. The second time you crossed paths, he was a nervous waterfall of words to the point where you grew nervous as well.
The third time he seemed calmer and actually struck up a conversation with you.
The two of you grew closer, and not long after he became one of your closest friends.
It was why he was now seated on a chair in your kitchen with a cut on his forehead. And even in his wounded state he found it the perfect time to flirt with you.
“I can’t believe you are actually flirting with me while I’m cleaning the blood off of your face.” You sighed and shook your head. He always did this, it seemed to be part of his personality to tease you at any given moment. It surprised you at first but then you began to realize that this was just Isaac’s way of… being Isaac.
He had never truly made a move on you. And it would be a lie if you said that you hadn’t silently wished he would have done so. But it seems that it was not Isaac’s intention, he just wanted you as a friend and you were just glad to have him in your life. He was sweet and funny and very caring. The perfect friend.
“Isaac, sit still.” You said for perhaps the hundredth time in those last few minutes.
“But it stings.” He squirmed on the chair as you disinfected the cut.
“Stop being such a baby and sit still !” You said in a firm voice.
“You’re not being a very sweet nurse. Aren’t you supposed to be consoling me or something ?” A hint of humor in his voice.
“Maybe you should have thought about that before being so reckless.” You scolded him and proceed to dab the alcohol on the wound.
“Don’t tell me your weren’t even a little impressed.” Isaac grinned at you, he looked way too pleased with his actions.
Truth be told it was impressive when he had done that back flip from a set of low stairs
“It was impressive. If only you hadn’t hit your head on that low hanging sign when you were acting like you had won the damn lottery afterwards.”
Regular people would have cracked their skull, not ended up with a dented ego and a small cut.
He shrugged his shoulders, his grin wavered for a second before he went back to teasing you “At least now I have a pretty girl playing doctor with me.”
You rolled your eyes at his relentless teasing.
“Well, I’m afraid this is were my medical knowledge stops.” You say after applying a band-aid to his head.
A smile tugged at his lips “There’s one more thing you could try. I’ve heard it is a popular method.”
You quirked a brow at him “What method ?”
“Perhaps a kiss to make it better ? They say it’s quite effective.” His eyes sparkled with mischief.
Heat rose to your cheeks at his boldness “I doubt that. I think you are too old for that.”
“Maybe. But we won’t know that unless we try.” He quickly countered with a hopeful look in his eyes.
You swatted his arm playfully “Stop messing with me.”.
“But it really hurts.” He protested and for a moment he did sound like a whinny little boy.
There was something about the way he looked at you now that made you cave in to his silly request. He could look very adorable if he wanted to.
“Okay, fine.” And then you gave him a quick peck on the bandage on his head “Happy now ?”
He grinned widely, never expecting you to actually do it “I don’t know… it still hurts.”
You rolled your eyes and sighed “Where ? Your head can’t hurt that much, come on.”
He raised a finger to his lips and tapped on them “There.”
For a second you felt like you had forgotten how to breath normally.
You swatted his arm again to hide how flustered you were “Cut it out, Lahey. I’m not kissing you.”
“Why not ? And…you actually just did.” He quipped back, smirk growing wider.
“You know what I meant.” You countered quickly and took some steps away from him as you put the first aid kit back “I am not going to kiss you.”
“Because I am not your type ?” His smile no longer reached his eyes, something you didn’t notice.
You scoffed softly. Isaac was exactly your type. He was the nicest person you knew and on top of that he was ridiculously good looking. The curls, the blue eyes, the toothpaste commercial smile…everything about him felt perfect to you.
You ignored what he had said, believing he just wanted to tease you again.
You could feel him stare at your face for a moment “What ?”
His mouth turned into a lopsided grin “You did well as my nurse. I really do hope you know CPR.”
It was confusing you “Why ?”
All of a sudden he started to gasp for air and you were at his side not a second later.
Panicking, you started to look around for where you had put down your phone to call an ambulance “Isaac ?!? What’s happening ???” just when you found and picked up your phone and started to dial the number, he stopped and grinned back at you “What-”
Isaac showed no remorse for it and flashed a charming smirk “You should really know CPR if you are going to keep taking my breath away.”
You were speechless, he had never been so bold before. This did not feel like just teasing anymore.
After sighing deeply and putting the phone down again, you were able to calm down a bit.
You scoffed louder this time “Isaac, please stop flirting with me. Or teasing me… whatever it is that you’re doing now. I thought you were dying, damnit.”
He averted his eyes to the ground, brushing a hand over his chin “I really am not your type, huh ?”
Now you looked at him, he had sounded almost disappointed when he had said that.
“It doesn’t matter if you were.” You mumbled quickly.
Isaac blinked at your answer “Why’s that ?”
This time you shrugged your shoulders “Because.. we’re friends. We’re just friends.”
His smile was gone when he quietly asked “What if we could be more than that ?”
You thought he was teasing you again “Oh please, your the kind of guy who could easily get a supermodel.”
He actually smiled cheekily at you now “Really ? You really think I could get a supermodel as my girlfriend ?”
You rolled your eyes “You know you could. I’m not going to feed your ego any further, Lahey.”
“So I could get a supermodel, but not the girl I want…” He said quietly, shaking his head.
You hadn’t really heard him “What ?”
He straightened his back on the chair, trying to seem cheerful “Well, maybe I don’t want a supermodel.”
“Oh, really ? What is your type then ?” You quirked a brow at him.
“You are.” He blurted it out and took a deep breath right after, then he awkwardly gestured in your direction “In case you haven’t figured it out yet. Although I literally try to flirt with you all the time.”
“I… I thought you were just always teasing me.” You stammered.
He actually chuckled at that “Well… yeah. Because I like you… a lot.”
“Why would you choose someone like me ?” You were in disbelief. This couldn’t be really happening.
Isaac scoffed, nearly rolling his eyes as he scratched the back of his neck “Y/n. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. The first time I met you I couldn’t even say a word because I was so afraid that I would say something stupid. Then I saw you again and I forced myself to just say anything, to just talk to you. I took me three attempts to actually talk to you with coherent sentences. I wanted to know you. And then we actually became friends, which is great. But..”
You were fumbling with your sleeve nervously “But what ?”
Isaac swallowed thickly, he knew he was putting his heart on the line now “You are one of my best friends, I just wish we could be more than that. I… I get it if you don’t see me that way. I mean, I tried flirting with you.. maybe I’m just not your type.”
You looked at him speechless, the oceans of his eyes filled with hope that was growing weaker by the second, the shy smile slowly vanishing from his face.
He averted his eyes from you, and nodded, taking your silence as his answer. He cleared his throat as he stood up from the chair “I uhm… I’m sorry, y/n. I never wanted to mess our friendship up.” Isaac began to step past you towards the exit of your house “I get it… I’ll just… I’ll see you later ?”
You couldn’t believe that he had just confessed his feelings for you, and now he seemed to think that he wasn’t even your type.
He went to walk past you but you stepped in front of him. You quickly cupped his face and brought his lips to yours. He completely stilled for a moment before he responded to the kiss.
After a moment you broke away from him.
“You are my type, Isaac. You always were.” You smiled at him.
“Am I ?” He looked at you as if you had just told him you could turn water into wine.
You nodded in response, his smile grew brighter making his eyes sparkle.
Isaac sighed in relief whilst blurting out “Good, now I don’t have to go around and ask everyone for pick-up lines anymore.”
“What ?” You quirked a brow at him confused.
“Nothing. Never mind.” He quickly said, mentally cursing himself for blurting that out.
Isaac then leaned in, pulling you closer against him as he kissed you again.
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zaceouiswriting · 1 year
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Betrayal
Characters: Brett Talbot x male reader, Isaac Lahey x male reader
Universe: Teen Wolf
Warnings: None
"Brett! I need your help!” You called into your house when you opened the front door while your little brother was still in the car. When you looked at him - as you waited for your husband - you noticed again that your brother is not that small anymore. Big enough that you can't carry him on your own. Although these new procedures are slowly getting him back on his feet, walking or standing up without much help is still too much for him.
For a moment, you just stood in the open door, waiting for your man to come from somewhere, most likely shirtless. But even minutes later he didn't come.
Worried, you entered slowly and carefully. After all, you never knew if a group of hunters might have found your man. With your heart beating like crazy, so fast that it concerned you that all supernatural beings in a ten-kilometer radius would soon come to look at what was happening, you moved to the living room. As quietly as you could, you opened a hidden wall and pulled out one of your late father's guns. Your homemade miracle weapon is already loaded.
With that gun safely in hand, you first checked every room on the first floor, but nothing was there, no person and no sign of a fight... no signs at all. Now really worried, you started stumbling up the stairs, beads of sweat pouring down your forehead from the warmth of your body, almost obscuring your field of vision.
You took one of your hands off the gun to wipe away the beads of sweat. But it didn't help much. Soon there were more, which put even more concern in your mind.
After a few steps, you could hear a sudden noise. You couldn't really make out what the sound was, so you stopped and looked up and down the stairs to make sure no one was walking past you. At the same time, you listened carefully.
It was quiet again for a while. But as soon as the sound returned, you were already on high alert. It sounded like a groan of pain, as if someone -most likely Brett - was badly hurt.
Light as a feather, you bounded up the rest of the stairs, almost silently, your gun slightly lowered as you passed locked doors. The further you walked, the closer you got to where the sounds were coming from, making you tremble with fear that Brett was being tortured.
When you had to stand in front of the room where everything happened, your blood ran cold. It was... your bedroom? Your shared bedroom! The bedroom you are sharing with your husband! Who on earth is sick enough to torment someone in their own bedroom?
You stood there to make sure it was the correct room, and when you were sure: you yanked open the door, raised your gun, and searched the room. But once the bed you slept in just a few hours ago, with your husband by your side, is a sight you will never forget. "Mum?" Your voice cracked, calling out the only "parent" you had left.
She just looked at you lazily and grinned. At the same time, through her movement, you could see who was below her: whom she rode like a horse.
The first thing you wanted to do was shoot them both. Instead, you turned around and slammed the door behind you. Just to be safe, you locked your gun: so you couldn't shoot even if you wanted to.
Mumbling curses, hot salty tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. "Babe, wait! I can explain it!” You heard your husband's deep voice. Which just a few hours ago made you jump with lust. Now you made you want to strangle the bastard.
"I'm sure you have an elaborate, sad excuse for shagging my drug-addict mother who tried to kill me multiple times, spent the last ten years in prison, and paralyzed my brother."
He already knew all that. After all, there's no getting around not telling such important things like that. In the end, it would have come out anyway.
"She's clean and wanted to reconcile, one thing leads to another and-"
"Yet you fucked her, destroyed my trust in you, and asked me if she was the only one." At this point, you both were standing in front of your house - Brett was only in his underwear, though. "Let me guess. You two had a secret affair for at least six months. Because she is out of jail since then, she's most likely been telling you some shitty sob story about how my dad kept her away and used his contacts to get her into trouble, that she's actually the good parent."
From his silence, you could tell you'd hit the nail on the head, and you backed away in disgust. "She only loves herself. She never wanted to make up in her life, but I can tell you, she wants your money. She knows you're are loaded, and since she doesn't have access to my or my brother's money. She must have thought my hot bisexual husband might be an easier target. And unfortunately, she was right."
When you rushed over to your car, your brother sat in his seat in absolute shock. Although recent surgeries have been a success, and he has regained some control of his body, he still has a long way to go. Brett was like another older brother to him, a rock to both of you. Hearing your babble obviously upset him. But at this moment, you couldn't talk about it, too upset about the whole situation. So you just started the car, let Brett bang against the car doors as you rolled down the driveway, drove off immediately, and left him in the dust.
Kay didn't even look at you, too deep in thought. Subconsciously he played with his hands. It made you happy to see him moving at all and seeing him exercise when he was stressed made it even better. Even if he still has a lot of work to do before he can fully use any part of his body again.
For about two hours, you just drove around. But Kay began to whine about his body aching from being cooped up in the car the entire time.
You knew you had to crash somewhere. So you went to the only place you could think of. With a heavy sigh, you turned the wheel to head back toward the city you so badly wanted to leave behind forever.
Deeper into the city and not back to the outskirts, you were living a happy life until that wrench of a woman came back like the plague and destroyed it again.
You soon found yourself in a relatively newly built skyscraper. You carefully got your brother out of the car, put him in his wheelchair, and wheeled him into the lobby. The guard greeted you warmly and asked if he should warn him before you just stood to get to his door. But you waved him off and wished him a nice day after he gave you a visitor pass.
You knocked on the door quite softly; you visit so often. Someone scrambled inside but quickly got to the door. As soon as the door opened, the breath caught in your throat.
"Is everything ok?"
"Not really," you told him, almost throwing up at his feet. "Can we come in?"
He just stepped to the side because he knew you would tell him what was going on soon enough. "Can I go back to one of the guest rooms?"
"Of course, little buddy. You know where to go, don't you?" Isaac's smile was so bright as he spoke to your brother. It warmed and melted your heart at the same time.
Kay immediately used all his strength to roll over there. The moment you heard the door shut, you broke down: you cried ugly tears and fell to your knees. And all before your host could even react.
"Calm down! Your heartbeat is too fast!"
You hate his wolf hearing, you can never lie to him, and he always knows when something is wrong. He soon came to your side and pulled you into his arms. You've been a bit distant with him for the past few years after he's openly admitted to everyone about his feelings for you. Brett had no problem with your friendship with Isaac because he knew you only loved him. But you didn't see fit to get too close to Isaac under the circumstances.
He was right. Nothing had ever happened between you and Isaac. Now you hated yourself for it. You should have followed your heart when you fell a little in love with your childhood friend after a year with Brett, but you thought Brett would be a better husband. How wrong you were back then; you should have left Brett and gone to your childhood friend instead. After all, everyone knew your husband was a player, but you thought he'd changed, that you'd tamed him enough to remain loyal, but now you know it was just wishful thinking.
Isaac only held you for a long time, later even carried you to the couch, put a blanket over you, and even went so far as to make hot chocolate with little marshmallows: just as you like it.
"So what happened?"
You feared this question. But you knew it would come sooner or later. Suddenly your eyes went dry, and your sadness turned to numbness as if nothing had happened. It sends chills down Isaac's spine to see you like this. Fear overcame him, even trying to put some distance between the two of you, but you crawled onto him as if your life depended on it.
Sitting there, a frightened Isaac, and you, clinging to him, have told your story. That you believed for about two years that your husband had multiple affairs but could never prove it; On this day, however, you caught him in the act.
Isaac tensed up at the mention of an affair, but when it dawned on him that you had mentioned several, his face twisted into one with anger. But you weren't even in the best part yet.
Isaac knows your mother and how terrible this woman was to you and your brother that even the state didn't want to hand you over to her after your father died but had no choice until she paralyzed Kay. You were then emancipated and took custody of him. With your father's money, you could easily find a caretaker for your brother when he came out of the hospital or rehab.
So when you told him how you found her in your marital bed with your husband, he got up, pushed you back on the couch, and paced the room.
He cursed under his breath, cursing Brett to death, mumbling that he gave him a chance to be with you before he would've picked you up. And if he hadn't gone to France, you would have been certain that you never married Brett, but him: your childhood friend, first crush, and first love, even if it was just on your side.
As you saw his anger spiraling out of control, as he slowly transformed, you stood up yourself, but it was too late; cabinets and closets were his victims, poor wooden things.
"I swear if I get my hands on that little rat, I-"
Suddenly a loud knocking was heard. Both Isaac and you looked at each other in shock. They both seemed to know where the other side was, and neither wanted to deal with it.
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