#isaac lahey fandom

[5sosprincess]

Can we take a moment to think about how they (teen wolf casting crew) thought my man was an "ugly" nerd that gets no bitches when he looks like this! also i feel like if a man can pull a buzz cut then they are hot.

[bluespinksyellows]

Stiles: Do you think if I just walked up to random people at restaurants or cafes and introduced myself as if we were on a blind date, that eventually someone would play along and we'd fall in love...

Derek, currently holding Stiles on his lap with his face in Stiles' neck: ....no

Isaac: *befuddled at a distance*

[fclsebnnyodair]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . isaac lahey secretly loves when his girl gets all needy and clingy with him!

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader.

summary: you and isaac are cuddling and he loves teasing you about how needy you can get sometimes, even when he doesn’t mind a bit.

warnings: fluff! (very, very, very fluff, embrace the fluff-ness in you!!!)

a/n: another self-indulgent one, this was supposed to be posted yesterday but i forgot, my b. i love u all, and remember req are open <3

isaac lahey prided himself on being cool, calm, and collected. he was the sarcastic one, the one who always had a witty comment ready to fire. but when it came to you, —his girlfriend— he was a goner, and he hated how much he loved it.

that’s why, as they lay sprawled out on your bed in your dimly lit bedroom, he couldn’t help but tease you. you were curled into him, your head resting on his chest, your fingers absentmindedly drawing little patterns on his shirt, occasionally pausing to give him a playful poke. your legs were tangled with his, your body radiating the kind of heat that only seemed to draw him in even more.

“needy much?” isaac muttered, though the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed him.

you groaned dramatically, lifting your head to pout at him. “shut up. i can’t help it.”

his hand lazily stroked your hair, threading through the strands in a way he knew you loved. “i mean, do you want to get any closer? or is merging into one person your goal for the day?”

you narrowed your eyes at him but couldn’t hold back the small smile. “i’m confused, are you complaining?”

isaac snorted. “never have before.”

you didn’t respond, instead burying your face in his neck. you inhaled deeply, nuzzling against him like he was some sort of human-sized pillow that smelled particularly good. you started peppering tiny kisses along his jawline and chin, making exaggerated smooching sounds that had him groaning in mock protest, —though he was loving every second of it, his colored cheeks told you so.

“well,” he drawled, his voice laced with feigned exasperation. “are you done?”

“nope,” you chirped, placing another kiss dangerously close to his ear.

he shifted under you, attempting to squirm away, but his arms betrayed him, wrapping tighter around your waist as if to say stay right here.

“you’re so needy,” he said, though his voice was softer now.

“and you secretly love it,” you shot back, grinning against his skin.

isaac sighed dramatically. “don’t flatter yourself. you’re just lucky you’re pretty.”

“oh, i’m more than pretty, lahey,” you teased, your hands slipping under his shirt to rest against his bare stomach. the warmth of your touch sent a shiver up his spine, but he wasn’t about to let you know just how much you were affecting him.

“debatable,” he replied with a shrug, though the smirk playing on his lips told a different story.

you rolled your eyes, settling back into his chest with a contented sigh. “you’re the worst,” you mumbled, your words muffled against him.

“but here you are, are you not?” isaac countered, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your lower back.

you stayed like that for a while, the teasing subsiding into a comfortable silence. the sound of rain pattering against the window filled the room, and isaac found himself pressing a kiss to the top of your head. he wasn’t about to admit it any time soon, but he loved moments like these—when you were soft and clingy and completely unapologetic about needing him.

as much as he teased you, he craved your touch just as much, if not more. he was a sucker for the way you fit perfectly against him, the way your hands always found some part of him to hold onto, like you needed him to anchor you.

“you’re so warm,” her voice broke the silence.

“hmm?” he hummed, slightly tilting his head down to look at you, a lazy grin tugging at his features. “just for you.”

but, of course, he couldn’t let the moment stay too serious for too long.

“so… does this mean you’re done being needy, or do I still have to deal with you clinging to me all day?”

you let out a giggle, swatting at his chest. “shut up already! let me have my nap!”

he grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple. “go ahead, baby.”

you huffed, glaring at him playfully. “you’re the lucky one, because i’m too comfortable to push you off the bed.”

isaac chuckled, his fingers trailing up and down your spine, knowing exactly how to make you melt. “admit it, you’d miss me too much. you’d probably start whining if i even moved an inch away.”

you propped yourself up on your elbow, narrowing your eyes at him. “you’re seriously full of yourself, you know that?”

“maybe,” he said, flashing you a smug grin. “but am i wrong?”

you opened your mouth to retort, but isaac suddenly flipped you over, pinning you beneath him. “what was that? i didn’t quite catch it,” he teased, leaning down so his face hovered just inches from yours.

your breath hitched, but you refused to back down. “i said you’re a jerk.”

he smirked, brushing his nose against yours. “a jerk you can’t seem to get enough of.”

you rolled your eyes, but the small, stubborn smile tugging at your lips gave you away easily. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until your foreheads touched. “fine. you win this round. but only because you give great cuddles.”

“damn right, i do,” he murmured, kissing your forehead softly before settling back into your previous position.

as you lay tangled together once more, you let out a content sigh. “you’re still annoying, though.”

“and you’re still needy,” he shot back, but his lips quirked into a soft smile as he pressed a kiss to your hair.

it wasn’t so bad, being needed like this. in fact, isaac thought, he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

[happy74827]

In The Eye of The Storm

[Troy Otto x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When your refusal to harm the living puts you in a life-threatening situation, you find yourself saved by the one person who embodies everything that you can’t bring yourself to become.

WC: 1446

Category: Slight Angst {Innocent!Medic!Reader, TW: Death, Hints of Assault}

My first fic of 2025!! As a New Year resolution (not really), I finally started binging FTWD after finishing all the other Walking Dead shows. It's pretty good imo. I don’t understand why it’s so hated… but then again, I’m still only on Season 3 LMAO

『••✎••』

The world hadn’t ended in one violent explosion but in slow, agonizing pieces. You thought the worst part would be watching people you loved turn, but the truth was darker. The living had become worse than the dead, and sometimes, you wondered how long you could keep your ideals intact before they got you killed.

You clung to the idea of doing good, of helping others, even as society crumbled around you. You had studied to be a doctor back when the world was still standing, and for now, that knowledge hadn’t gone to waste—at least not yet. It made you useful and valuable even though, in this world, kindness wasn’t enough to survive.

Nick had tried to make you see that more than once.

"You’re gonna get yourself killed, y’know," he’d said after you patched him up for the third time in as many weeks. His tone wasn’t cruel, but it carried that edge of concern he tried to hide beneath his usual cynicism. "You keep thinking people are worth saving. Not all of them are."

You hadn’t argued with him that day, but you hadn’t agreed either. How could you when the instinct to help was ingrained in you? It wasn’t about naiveté or blind hope—it was about holding onto the last thing that made you feel human. If you gave up on that, what would be left?

Still, Nick wasn’t the only one who had warned you. Even Madison, who had once praised your level head, had pulled you aside after one close call and made it clear that mercy wouldn’t keep you alive. And Troy—well, Troy never passed up an opportunity to remind you just how weak you were.

"You’re soft," he’d told you once, his voice laced with that infuriating mix of disdain and amusement. "The world’s gonna chew you up, spit you out. You know that, right?"

It had taken every ounce of self-control not to snap back at him. Troy didn’t care about you in the way Nick or Madison did. He wasn’t trying to protect you—he was observing you, picking apart your flaws like they were things he could exploit. And yet, there had been something in his tone that day, something almost curious, like he couldn’t quite understand why you were the way you were.

And now, standing here, cornered by a group of men who saw you as nothing more than easy prey, you wondered if they had all been right all along.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your hands gripping the knife so tightly that your knuckles turned white. But it didn’t matter how hard you held it. You couldn’t make yourself move. You couldn’t make yourself do what needed to be done.

"Look at her," one of the men sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Shaking like a leaf."

The others laughed, and the sound sent a cold shiver down your spine. You tried to steady your breathing and summon the courage to act, but your body refused to cooperate.

The scarred man at the front of the group took a step closer. "What’s the matter, sweetheart? Too scared to use that knife?"

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Every instinct you had screamed at you to run, but there was nowhere to go. You were trapped.

And that’s when you heard a calm, cold voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

The laughter stopped. All eyes turned toward the source of the sound, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

Troy stood a few yards away, his rifle slung lazily over his shoulder, his posture loose but poised, like a predator biding its time. His lips curled into a faint smirk, his pale blue eyes glinting with that dangerous, unreadable light you’d come to associate with him.

"Gentlemen," he drawled, tilting his head slightly. "This a private party, or can anyone join?"

The leader of the group—the man with the scar that came running down his jaw—snorted, clearly unimpressed. "Keep walking, man. This doesn’t concern you."

Troy’s smirk widened, his gaze flicking to you briefly. Something in his eyes made your heart race. Not out of fear, but out of a strange, twisted sense of relief.

Because you knew what Troy was capable of. You knew that these men had no idea what kind of storm they’d just walked into.

"See, that’s where you’re wrong," Troy said, his voice deceptively casual. "It kinda does concern me." He shifted the rifle off his shoulder, cradling it loosely in his hands. "She’s with me."

The scarred man’s eyes narrowed. "Bullshit."

Troy didn’t miss a beat. "Try me."

It was strange how your fear shifted from terror at the threat before you to unease at the prospect of what Troy would do. Because there was no doubt in your mind that he would kill these men, and you didn’t know if you could handle the aftermath.

The poor irony was that these… men, they didn't even recognize their own danger. You saw the way the leader of their group sized Troy up, the way the others fanned out in a flanking position. They thought they had the upper hand.

Numbers come across as intimidating in the long run, but in truth, the numbers are only as good as the skill of those wielding them.

So, from a glance, it was three men against one.

But in reality, it was three men against an unstoppable force of nature.

"Don’t." You said quietly, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Troy, don't—"

You didn’t know why you were trying to stop him. They would have killed you … or worse, without a second thought, and the fact that Troy was actually willing to stand up for you was something you weren't expecting.

And yet, a part of you couldn't stand the thought of him taking a life—even the lives of men like this. You couldn't stand the thought of blood being spilled, all for the sake of defending you.

You knew what he would say: that it was the way of the world. That it was necessary. But you couldn't bring yourself to accept that.

Troy didn't answer, didn't even look at you. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the men, his grip tightening on his rifle. That… you suppose, told you that his ears had heard, and he was choosing to ignore.

The man with the scar glanced over his shoulder, meeting his companions' gazes. They shared a silent exchange, a silent debate, and then the man turned back to face Troy, his expression darkening.

"Let's see how tough you are, pretty boy."

It took about two minutes. Maybe three.

By the end of it, the ground was soaked in blood, and the air was filled with the sharp smell of iron.

The leader of the group had been the first to fall, his skull shattered by a well-placed shot. The others hadn't lasted much longer, their bodies littered with bullets from Troy's rifle.

You'd watched it happen, too stunned to move. It had been like watching a hurricane, powerful and destructive and utterly unstoppable.

When the last man fell, Troy turned to face you, his expression inscrutable. "You're welcome."

You should have thanked him, should have acknowledged his help. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Not when you'd seen the cold, calculated look in his eyes, the way he'd relished in the violence.

So, instead, you looked at him, your voice wavering with emotion. "I didn't want this."

Troy snorted, rolling his shoulders as if to release the tension. His rifle slid back over his shoulder, the barrel still warm from the discharge.

His gaze held yours, a challenge in those pale blue eyes. After a moment, he spoke, his tone calm and clipped. "Fine." He nodded his head slightly towards the dead men. "Next time, I'll leave 'em to you."

With that, he turned and started to walk away, his strides confident and purposeful. He didn't look back, didn't seem to care if you followed.

And in that moment, you hated him. Hated him for his coldness, his ruthlessness, his refusal to see your point of view. But most of all, you hated yourself because despite everything, despite all the death and bloodshed and destruction, you were grateful.

Grateful that he'd been there.

Grateful that he'd saved your life.

And no matter how much you wanted to deny it, you knew the truth.

Troy Otto was right.

You were soft.

Weak.

And no matter how much you resisted, no matter how much you pretended, sooner or later, the world was going to swallow you whole.

And no storm could save you from that.

[strawberrygrapesandcherry]

[staliasheart]

ok, how do I make friends/moots in this app? I'm 28, deep into teen wolf, multishipper (except from thiam)

★ fav female character

★ fav male character

★ favorite canon ship

★ favorite endgame (show)

★ favorite headcanon mlm ship

★ favorite headcanon wlw ship

★ favorite headcanon throuple ship

★ favorite parent

★ favorite girl/boy friendship

★ favorite girl/girl friendship

[mochii-derogatory]

ive been watching the dog motif show... why is no one talking about this guy. isaac lahey come home from france,,,, sweet boy,,,, we miss you,,,

[newyorksecrets]

TW part 3 RAWRRRR AWOOO. also yk i always try to keep my stiles/thomas/dylan o' brien bias out of these fake tweet threads, but i guess it just really slipped out this time around idk why <3

edit: oops i forgot to add one, we're all good now but we have one extra thread this time bc i miscounted 🐙

[lylu-jo]

New teen wolf fan here, im on season 3 part two and these are my silly thoughts on it;

- stiles is my fave character

- lydia is close second

- isaac and allison are giving nancy and jonathan from stranger things and scott is so steve (season 3 part 1 specifically)

- lydia and stiles are my straight otp (partly cause i wanna be lydia so i can have stiles :3)

- the cgi has me CACKLING

- allison annoys me but she has her good moments

- i so far have avoided a lot of spoilers which us unlike me, i love knowing whats gonna happen

- i dont get derek hype, hes a good character but i might js be too gay for him

- young peter is hot

- julia/jennifer from season 3 part 1 looks like the mum from glimore girls but skinnier and sounds simmilar

- melissa mcall is the MVP of like every arc so far, shes also GORGEOUS, like lemme please wine and dine mrs mcall 🙏🙏🙏

-sheriff stalinski 😛 i want all of dat

- isaac is also kinda hot but a lil annoying sometimes

- also scott and new girls?!?

Feel free to battle my thoughts or even spoil for me!!

[sundrop-writes]

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[bluespinksyellows]

Erica standing in front of the sink: I coul-

Isaac standing behind her: do it

Boyd next to her: *shrugs*

Erica: *about to flip the switch*

Derek from the next room: Get your hand out of the garbage disposal.

[fclsebnnyodair]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . isaac lahey who loves to admire his pretty girl while she’s getting ready!

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader.

summary: you and isaac are heading out to lydia’s party and he can’t keep his eyes off you while you are internally struggling to choose what shoes to wear.

a/n: this is my first fic ever, oh my gosh. also, a little self-indulgent bc why not lol. lmk what u think, reqs are open! ><

isaac stood in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. his icy-blue eyes were fixed on you, and honestly, they hadn’t left you since he’d arrived, —not that he could help it. you are so effortlessly captivating, so uniquely you. every detail of you seemed designed to test his self-control.

you stood in front of your mirror, adjusting the delicate lace straps of your baby-pink corset. the garment hugged you perfectly, accentuating your waist—the very same waist that fit so perfectly in his hands. isaac had memorized the feel of your body against his, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to touch you every chance he got.

his heart pounded in his chest as he took in your figure. the way your waist dipped inward, the gentle curve of your hips, and the endless legs beneath your brown skirt, clad in those thigh-high socks he secretly loved, had his pulse racing… god, those socks were going to be the death of him. he swallowed hard.

you turned slightly, examining your reflection with a slight pout on your lips as you tried to decide if your outfit was complete. the brown skirt you wore was short, exposing just enough of your thighs to make isaac’s thoughts wander to places they shouldn’t. he almost let out a groan, before stopping himself with a sigh.

“do your mind? you’re staring again,” you said without turning to face him, your tone teasing but knowing. you reached for your lip gloss, dabbing it on with careful precision.

your boyfriend didn’t bother denying it. “can you blame me?” he said, his voice low and warm. “you’re… kind of hard not to look at.”

that earned him a small laugh, light and melodic, your cheeks already pink from his words before the blush had the chance to do its job. you finally turned around to face him, your hands resting on your hips.

your glossed lips curved into a smile as you cocked your head to the side. “you’re not helping me get ready faster if you keep distracting me, you know.”

“i’m not rushing you.” he shrugged, pushing himself off the doorframe and strolling toward you. “take your time. lydia’s not gonna start the party without you.”

his fingers found the edge of your corset, tracing the soft fabric lightly. “you’re ridiculously beautiful, you know that?” he whispered, his voice low and filled with awe. “like, i don’t even think words exist to describe how good you look right now.“ he said with a grin, closing the distance between you two.

he reached out, brushing a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “i could watch you all night and not get bored.” he teased, tilting his head.

your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink, matching the tones of your room. “you’re impossible,” you muttered, but there was no real bite to your words.

he tilted his head, his grin softening into something sweeter as he took you in. “so… what’s the hold-up? shoes?”

you nodded, glancing at the collection of footwear scattered at the foot of your bed. “i can’t decide. heels? boots? something comfy? what do you think?”

isaac glanced at the options and then back at you. “anything you wear will look amazing,” he said honestly. “but… those brown ankle boots? they match the skirt, and you’ll still be able to dance.”

your eyes lit up at the suggestion, and you moved to grab the boots. “good call,” you said, sliding them on and admiring yourself in the mirror again. “what would i do without you?”

he leaned closer, his hands slipping around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. your reflections stared back at you in the mirror, a perfect picture of opposites. he was tall and broad, clad in his usual dark tones, while you were soft, wrapped in pink and brown.

“you’d still be beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low enough that it sent a shiver down your spine. “but you’d probably be late.”

you laughed again, shaking your head. “you’re lucky i like you so much.”

“yeah,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “i’m the lucky one.”

“you clean up pretty good yourself,” you said, taking in the sight of him in his dark jeans and leather jacket. his hair was tousled just enough to be effortlessly cool, and his scent—woodsy, with a hint of something sharper—made your stomach flutter.

“not compared to you,” he replied smoothly, offering his hand. “ready to go, pretty girl?”

you placed your hand in his, the gesture both intimate and casual all at once. “let’s just hope stiles doesn’t spill soda on me like last time.”

isaac laughed, leading her toward the door. “if he does, i’ll make him apologize for the rest of his life.”

as they stepped out, isaac’s hand found her waist—fitting perfectly, just like he knew it would. and though the night was just beginning, isaac already knew that the best part of the party would be having you by his side.

[xijura]

No talk, just hugs. Hugs are great.

[staliasheart]

Teen Wolf characters and their flags: a headcanon and perception post.

❥ Scott McCall

he/him/they/them

pansexual

demiromantic

demiboy

❥ Stiles Stilinski

he/him/they/them

bisexual

demiaroace

demigender

❥ Malia Tate/Hale

she/her/he/him/they/them

pansexual

demiromantic

genderfluid

❥ Isaac Lahey

he/him/they/them

bisexual

demisexual

demiboy

❥ Allison Argent

she/her/they/them

bisexual

demigirl

❥ Lydia Martin

she/her

lesbian

aroace

❥ Liam Dunbar

he/him/they/them

bisexual

demiromantic

demiboy

❥ Theo Raeken

he/him/they/them

homossexual

demiaroace

nonbinary

❥ Kira Yukimura

she/her/they/them/he/him

bisexual

genderqueer

ㅤㅤOk, this was so so so fun to make, lmk what you think and your headcanons for each of those characters!

ㅤㅤTumblr didn't let me use more gifs so lmk if you want a part 2 with other characters and which ones!

ㅤㅤSorry for taking too long, it took me a while to figure out how to use my gifs. I hope you enjoy it 𖹭.ᐟ

[flimsy-spine]

she's so crazy i love her

[newyorksecrets]

Teen Wolf pt. 1!! This is my third time uploading this bc I’ve found a flaw seconds after posting it each time but I think we’re good now LMAO

Also I will add more characters in the future I just don’t know which ones yet 💖