#isaac x brett

[wolfboy88]

Moodboard: Isaac x Brett (Isett)

For @teenwolfrarepairevents character of the month

[freddieslater]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Brett Talbot x Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @rhyslahey

Brett stops Scott before he can knock on the door. Lori groans but he doesn't take another step, looking directly at Scott.

"You're absolutely positive we'll be safe here?" He doesn't ask because he doesn't trust Scott, but because he needs to see that he believes this is the right decision as well. For Lori's sake more than anything.

Scott understands. "I promise. No one is going to find you here. Not Monroe, not Gerard. Nobody knows this safe house exists outside of the pack."

He assured him of that before they even left, but now that they're in France, so far away... Far away is good. For the time being, at least, until things settle down and it's safe for them to return home.

"And this friend of yours, the one who lives here," Brett begins, eyebrows raising, "you're sure we can trust him?"

"Brett," Lori says impatiently. She can't stop looking around them every few seconds, worried they're going to be crept up on.

Scott nods once more and wholeheartedly says, "You can trust him. Isaac is one of us, and he knows we're here."

Taking a deep breath, he finally lets Scott go ahead and knock on the door. He keeps himself back a bit as footsteps approach them on the other side of the door. His arm slowly creeps out to push Lori back if necessary.

The door opens. They're immediately ushered inside, and Scott offers for them to go first but Brett insists. He walks in behind him, keeping Lori close at his heels.

For a safe house, it's a pretty nice apartment. They all move into a big room with two couches and double glass doors that lead out onto a balcony. The thin, grey curtains are drawn enough for him to spot the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

Brett turns his back to it as Isaac, he presumes, walks in. He and Scott have a moment together, sharing a hug and a general greeting. Then Scott turns to him and Lori with a smile.

"Guys, this is Isaac. An old friend," he says, and turns back to Isaac as he continues, "this is Brett and Lori. I told you what's been going on, and that they need somewhere to sort of lay low for a little while. We're hoping not more than a couple weeks."

"You never know with Gerard," Isaac says darkly. "I thought he was gone for good and now you tell me he's back. And with a new sidekick, like Kate wasn't bad enough?"

"Except, he's her sidekick, apparently."

There seems to be some doubt in that for both of them. Brett keeps his eyes on Isaac, and only shakes his head in response when he asks him and Lori if they want something to drink.

Isaac leaves the room to get some water and a croissant for Lori, who complained that she was starving, to Brett's annoyance. He did offer to get her breakfast at the airport and she called him overbearing.

"You'll both be fine here," Scott says to them softly. He seems to be talking more to Brett than to Lori, who's already wandering the room, admiring the framed art on the walls.

Brett says nothing, but glances around as well. It really doesn't look like a bad place. Maybe a bit more open than he would like for the place they're meant to be "hiding out" but it's high-up and in a whole other country from Monroe or Gerard. Could be worse. He and Lori could be dead.

Stepping closer to him, Scott lowers his voice like it'll make any difference. "Are you okay?"

For a second, he's tempted to admit that he's scared. Terrified, actually. Of being found. Losing Lori. Being in a place so far from the only people they were able to call family. His stomach lurches at the thought of Satomi.

He clenches his teeth and nods, forcing a tight smile. "Mhm."

"I can stay tonight, if that would help. But I would need to go back tomorrow. With everything going on back in Beacon Hills, I can't stay too long," Scott says, looking and sounding like he feels horrible about it.

"It's fine," Brett says. "I get it. They need you. We'll be fine here, like you said." His eyes dart to the kitchen door where he can see Isaac buttering Lori's croissant. He nods his head toward him. "And he seems nice enough."

Scott nods with full sincerity. "He's one of the best I know."

Then Brett decides. This Isaac guy must be the real deal. When Isaac returns to them a moment later and offers him a glass of water, he accepts it with a slight smile of gratitude.

"Feel free to head through to the bedroom and get some sleep," Isaac tells him, glancing back at Lori as well, then turning back to flick his eyes up and down Brett's rigid form. "You look like you're about to drop dead from exhaustion."

Lori snickers. Brett narrows his eyes at him. His mouth curls into the first real smile in the past forty-eight hours or so.

"I'll remember to throw on some makeup next time I'm on the run," he replies dryly. "Thanks for the compliment, Jean-Paul."

"You know I'm not actually French."

"That's a shame," Brett says, unscrewing the lid from his bottle. He walks around him and Scott, pointing down the hallway they came in through. "Bedroom's down here?"

"Yeah, on the right." Isaac then turns to Scott and Lori in confusion as Brett goes to find the room. "Why's that a shame?"

He smirks to himself as Lori wearily answers, "He's always said he wants to date a French guy. Or even just one who can speak the language semi-fluently."

"Oh," Isaac says. After a beat, "I'm pretty fluent."

[elloras]

Ted Lasso: Big Week

[secretnook]

this is a part 2 to my last post because I still have too many of these on my phone also I miss this show with my whole being🫡

[graceloveswolves]

Sharing a Bed For The First Time

Derek :

He would be a gentleman, letting you choose which side of the bed you want. Ask you if you’re too cold or warm, and grabbing an extra blanket for you. He would let you make the first move as to cuddling. If you didn’t make any moves he would subtly throw an arm over you not making any sort of eye contact. But have a sense of satisfaction when you accept his gesture. Too scared to move for the rest of the night when he sees you sleeping.

Stiles :

He would totally over prepare everything, spend at least an hour putting together a flat screen TV and preparing a dozen different snacks in case you didn’t like some. Spraying a random good smelling spray over his bed for the heck of it. Once you guys were actually laying down be prepared for him flailing around in 50 different positions until he eventually gives up and falls asleep. Totally brags to Scott the next day.

Scott:

Would have snuck you in/invite you if his mom took a night shift at the hospital. He would be so sweet, always making sure you were comfortable and felt safe. Probably order some food and eat it in bed. Would be down for any cuddle position even if his arm falls asleep. He would let you fall asleep first so he could watch how peaceful and beautiful you were while sleeping.

Isaac:

He would undoubtedly be awkward, yet very flirty. Totally take his shirt off and offer it to you. It would be the one of the only times he doesn’t mind not having space. He would use the time between you to have genuine conversations and enjoy the intimate feeling, since it was rare for him to be able to be himself and have someone want to be around him. He would already be planning the next sleepover in his head while you guys fall asleep.

Liam:

Beforehand, he would second guess everything. Wash his sheets and have everything cleaned up and perfect. Make sure he had plenty of pillows and things to keep you guys busy. And would probably have a panic attack over the phone with Mason on what else he should do. He’d spend 30 mins in the shower and make sure he looked good and smelled good too. Once you were actually there he’d calm down a lot and just laugh awkwardly every time his phone chimed, undoubtedly Mason blowing up his phone with questions. He would teach you some of his favorite video games if he thought that you’d be interested. But once you guys were in bed he’d be such a teddy bear and not keep his limbs to himself.

Brett:

He would just have to point out your racing heart and nervousness, just to mess with you even more. Smug asshole lmao. No but he’d be really sweet and let you find your comfort zone on your own. He would try and tease you, using his wolf senses to see how to really mess with you and get your heart racing. So you would either have to build a pillow wall against this giant wolf or get ready to fight back with his playfulness. Probably end up being a long night.

Jordan:

He would make it 100% platonic and not try anything. However, would find a way to make it happen again, and again, and again. Offering you rides, dinner, really a sweet guy. He’d give you your bed space and offer you water or snacks on your nightstand. Let you pick what you want to watch on TV. Much laughter and grinning when you put on a cop series/criminal series and hear him swap war stories and similar situations.

Theo:

*gif* so cocky and smug. Low key trying to get in your pants the entire time. Very charming and polite though. Would literally stare at you like prey. After he gets control of himself he would start to be more genuine and relaxed. Most likely just stare at you the entire night while you slept, too scared to go to sleep and wake up with you gone.

Aiden:

Aiden is more light hearted and joking about it. He creates a comforting aura and environment. Jokes about him actually being Ethan. He would one by one take his clothes off and throw it at you, while smiling and just soaking up your shyness. Offers to go sneak out and do something at like 3am.

[weclassybouquetfun]

Oh look, Ted, Trent, Isaac and Colin are on another double date! Weird that it's at the Motion Pictures Television Fund event, but whatever works for them.

The vocal stylings of James Lance which befitting the above fit.

Roy and Jamie at the event looking for a fourth to bring into their throuple.

Surprised that only Cristo, Sam, Phil and Brett attended the BAFTA tea.

[zaceouiswriting]

Snowy Winter Fun

Character: Male reader x Theo Raeken, Male reader and The Pack

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None, just fluff

Laughter has taken over the empty fields before me. In the distance, I can hear Christmas carols. It is all a part of a little tradition we started just the year before. It's a fun time. The whole pack and all their friends, including myself, have gathered once again at my residence on the edge of the forest on the outskirts of the town. My house overlooks several acres of land that were once agricultural soil but are now completely empty. All belongs to me as I was my grandfather's heir when he died last year.

Everyone is having fun, even Stiles, who has gotten grumpy most of the time. We've been having a snowball fight for the last hour, at least until most have become exhausted. 

For those who are too exhausted, I offer to go in and make them hot chocolate, which they, of course, accept with joy. But just as I'm about to enter my house, tragedy strikes: a dull pain on the back of my head makes me stop. Turning around, I look at everyone standing still. Just as surprised as me. If it weren't for the grin on his stupid face, I would have never known that Liam had thrown the piece of frozen water at me. 

“You little shit!” I mutter under my breath, quite angry but with a crooked grin.

Without saying anything else, my red Alpha eyes lit up, signaling the little Beta that he was going too far this time. Even from a distance, I could see him swallowing anxiously. Since his Alpha wasn't there, as he wasn't welcome on my property, he must be shitting his pants right now.

As I start to run, so does the little shit. The snow makes it almost impossible to use my supernatural speed. Even though I almost grabbed him, he freed himself somehow from my grip.

“Theo, get your feral boyfriend under control!” Liam shouts at my loving boyfriend.

Usually, a sharp look at him would be enough to stop him from doing anything, but this time, it seems different. Theo, for some reason, is ready to intervene.

"If you prevent me from getting this little shit," I scream loudly as I still have my gaze on Liam, but I wasn't finished yet. Gradually, I shift my attention from Liam to Theo and glare at him intently before continuing, "You will be sleeping alone for the rest of your life!"

Without another word, he throws his arms up defensively, steps back, and apologizes to Liam, “I'm sorry, little wolf, but I can’t.”

Liam looks genuinely hurt for a moment but quickly regains his composure. In an angry tone, he shouted, “You whipped idiot! You sacrifice your friend to get laid?”

“You have no idea how warm he is,” Theo tells him casually.

Liam turns his head to look at Theo, his face twisted in disgust. But he didn't slow down like I had hoped. Even though the uneven and slightly slippery ground isn't great for speed, the little shit somehow can run like there was nothing there.

Suddenly, Isaac steps into my way. In a soft voice, he asks, “Don't you think it’s enough? Liam looks terrified.”

Without uttering a word, I swiftly grab his arm, hoist him up into the air, and use my power to hurl him to the ground. Then, I step beside him and push his head into the snow.

“I hope the snow tastes good, pretty boy,” I tell him with a shit-eating grin, and I immediately run after Liam again. But out of nowhere, Brett stands in my way with his arms outstretched. Just before I can crash into him, I grab his arm and throw him away. Instead of running after Liam again, I jog towards Brett and push his head into the snow. With the same shit-eating grin, I ask him, whispering in his ear, "Was it worth trying to protect your little secret friend?"

Standing back up, I could instantly see Theo glaring at me. With my hands raised defensively, like Theo had done before, I ask him, “You’re not jealous, are you?”

“Pretty boys?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, visibly annoyed.

I jog to him and smile brightly. I quickly wrap my arms around him. We stare into each other's eyes. My heart jumps several times just looking at his handsome face and beautiful eyes. 

“They’re pretty, yes,” I begin to speak but got punched by Theo in the stomach before I could continue. “Fair enough,” I murmur. Before he can hit me again, I catch his hand and whisper in his right ear, "But you're the hottest guy I've ever seen."

I can see a fire igniting in his eyes. Before he can react, I steal a quick kiss from his sinful lips, which now usually would be all over my neck to mark me.

“Not now,” I tell him, pushing him back slightly so I can quickly run away. But before I get far, I'll cast another look back. “Now I have to catch the little shit and spank some sense into him.”

Suddenly, I hear a squeak in the distance. As I follow the sound, I can see Liam standing there, fear written on his face. His loud swallowing can be heard across the empty field. This time, I react faster than he does. But he starts running only a few seconds later. Still, I'll grab him even if it's the last thing I do!

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[bunbunbl0gs]

Issac

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[voidstilesplease]

stiles: someone needs to take me out.

scott: in a dating type of way, or...

kira: assassination type of way?

peter, theo, derek, brett, jackson, isaac, erica, lydia: both. both is good.

[wolfboy88]

Enemies on the field, Lovers in the sheets

[swiftietartt]

BROOM PEOPLE — THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

[elloras]

Ted Lasso: Make Rebecca Great Again

[secretnook]

Ted: nice work

Jamie: thanks dad… why is everyone staring at me?

Jan Maas: you just called coach dad, you said “thanks dad”

Jamie: what? No I didn’t, I said thanks man.

Ted: do you see me as a father figure Jamie?

Jamie: no, if anything I see you as a bother figure cause you’re always bothering me

Roy: oi, show your father some respect

Jamie: I didn’t call him dad

Ted: no no no James, I take it as a compliment

Richard: it’s not a big deal, I called my supermodel ex-girlfriend mom once

Jamie: guys jump on that! Richard has psycho-sexual issues

Bumbercatch: old news, but you calling coach “daddy”-

Jamie: hey daddy is not on the table here

Ted: I believe you-

Jamie: thank you…

Ted: son

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[graceloveswolves]

He Takes Your Pain Away

Derek:

He would be very soft, not saying a word as he rested his hand on you. He’d start to question you about why you didn’t tell him you were in pain. When you tell him you didn’t want him to be in pain because of you, and insisted it didn’t hurt that bad, he’d pretend to take it personal that you seriously thought he couldn’t handle a little pain.

Scott:

He wouldn’t notice you were in pain, it would’ve been by sheer accident when he went to grab your hand to hold it. He’d sense your pain and start questioning what was wrong and what had happened. Of course, as he takes it away for you. He would feel bad that you weren’t comfortable enough to tell him and he would totally reassure you that even if you are in the slightest discomfort to not hesitate to ask him. He loves being able to help people and most certainly you. Probably say something about you deserving the pros of a werewolf boyfriend since you stick through the cons.

Stiles :

He is not a werewolf thus, can not take away your pain. However, he would look up all the possible remedies to soothe you. Give you a blanket, water and tell you to drink the whole thing. No ifs, ands, or buts. Debate on taking you to the hospital. Calling Melissa and bugging her every 5 mins. Sarcasm and bad jokes to make you distracted. Probably force Scott to take your pain even if he was hundreds of miles away.

Isaac:

Isaac was used to pain. His dad used to beat the crap out of him. So it would slightly break his heart whenever you were in pain. He actually always does these little “checks” occasionally. Whenever you fall or accidentally get hit by something, he would sneakily find a way to put his hand on you to make sure you were okay. You pretend like you don’t know what he’s doing for his benefit. Just makes you love him even more.

Liam :

He is new to the whole “werewolf” thing. But one of the things he’s mastered is taking pain. Your pain mostly. You protest but it’s pointless, he’s very sweet and will always assure you he can handle it. And makes a joke about how you make him stronger. And he will probably mention how it’s his fault in the first place for not watching out for you.

Brett:

Would be so smug about it. Would probably jokingly ask you how many guys you know that can do that. But then drop his smug smile when you start listing off your supernatural friends. He would ask you again if you are okay just to make sure.

Theo :

Proceeds to ask you who was responsible for it. Even if you insist it was just you, he’d try to find someone responsible for it and make them pay. Be such a protective softy. And hold your hand the entire way home, repetitively asking you if you were sure no one was involved in hurting you. Because no one messes with his love.

Aiden :

He would be more worried about you in the moment. Have Ethan go see what happened. Use it as an excuse to be glued to your side for the rest of the week. Literally. Whenever you guys were separated Ethan was in your shadows, being your body guard. Totally playing funny jokes on them and having Scott plan a getaway at school.

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I went back through my Teen Wolf preferences and added Aiden because I forgot how much I love him. Majorly disappointed in the lack of Gifs of him and his brother.

[221b-sociopath-street]

Afc Richmond hotties 🔥 Ken edition 🔥

Boys pt. 1

Boys pt. 2

Girls

Dimond dogs

[zaceouiswriting]

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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