#isaaclahey/reader

[everlastingdreams]

Isaac Lahey x Reader : Theft Of The Heart

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Story Summary: You are new at the Beacon Hills High school and catch the attention of a certain lacrosse player. Being too shy to interact properly leads to awkward situations.

Notes: This was in my WIPs for so long omg.

Word count of this fic: 2.6K words. One-shot.

Warnings: None. It’s funny (I hope)  fluff.

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It was the first day at a new school after having moved to Beacon Hills with your family two weeks ago.

After one week, you were already hired at a small local grocery store.

Today was the start of a new direction in life and it was nerve wracking.

Making friends at a new school was never easy, but at Beacon Hill’s High you were rather quickly approached by Lydia who was now sitting next to you on the tribunes watching the lacrosse game.

You didn’t know who to cheer for, only knew to cheer for the ones wearing Beacon Hills uniforms.

Lydia did try to point at some players and name them, saying they were friends of her.

But they ran across the field constantly, so you barely had a chance to really spot them. You had to strain your eyes to be able to follow the game.

She on the other hand seemed to focus all her attention on player twenty-four.

You just tried to keep your eyes on who had the ball in their possession.

Player fourteen was running towards the opponent’s goal.

“Lydia, I think that one is going to score.” You nudged her arm and she snapped her attention to the player running at the goal.

Isaac had the ball and was running towards the goal of the opponents, his team mates where giving him cover. He was sure of victory, that was until he saw a new face sitting on the tribunes watching the game.

A pretty face…

It was too late to avoid the collision with a player from the other team and he ended up taking a fall.

The ball and victory was lost.

Scott hurried over to his fallen friend.

“What are you doing?! Did you fall asleep or something?” Scott helped him up from the ground.

Isaac mumbled the excuse “I tripped.”

“You alright?” Scott scanned him for injuries.

“Yeah…” Isaac nodded, attention continuously darting to the tribunes.

Scott snapped his fingers in front of his face “Hey, heads up. Keep your mind on the game.”

Isaac pulled his eyes away from the tribunes and tried to focus on what his friend was telling him “Got it.”

Scott patted him on the shoulder “Alright, cover me.”

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  At lunch, Scott noticed the way his friend’s attention kept being pulled to you sitting at a table with some of the other new students.

He nudged his elbow with his own, Isaac looked a little startled at Scott.

“What?” Isaac asked him a little agitated that he was pulled out of his daydreaming.

Scott just gave him a knowing look, trying his hardest not to laugh even just a little at Isaac’s reaction.

“She’s new.” Scott opened the door to the conversation.

Isaac cleared his throat, suddenly trying very hard not to look in your direction again “Who’s new?”

Scott snorted, shaking his head as he deadpanned “The girl that cost us a point in the game.”

Isaac frowned at him before he realized what Scott was really trying to say “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, please. You’ve been staring at her since the second you saw her sitting in the tribunes with Lydia. Don’t even try to deny it.” Scott chuckled at his friend’s desperate attempt to hide the instant interest Isaac had for you.

“I’m not staring at her.” He bit the words at Scott and looked around him to see if no one was listening in on their conversation “..I thought I recognized her from somewhere. That’s all.”

“Yeah. You recognized her from when you let the other team knock you to the ground because you were too focused on her instead of the game.” Scott could tell with ease that Isaac was trying to bullshit his way out of this.

Isaac finally snapped “Okay, fine! Maybe I was looking at her, so what?”

“Go talk to her.” Scott said as if it was that simple.

Isaac lowered his voice “What?! No way.”

Now that Scott had him confessing, he wasn’t going to let it go so quickly “Why not?”

Isaac spoke fast, anxiety laced in his voice “Because I don’t know her. I don’t even know her name, what would I even say?”

“Ask for her name.” Scott said casually.

Isaac scoffed and turned away from him “You’re no help.”

“Chicken.” Scott muttered quietly, knowing damn well that Isaac could still pick up on it.

Isaac was about to reply when he saw you stand up from your seat at the table and walk in their direction. He felt himself freeze up completely, Scott’s eyes darted between you and Isaac as you walked past their table while chatting with one of the other new girls.

It was then that Scott failed to hold his quiet laughter at seeing Isaac look at you like a deer in headlights.

His poor friend seemed so rattled by your presence at the school that it made Isaac fall completely silent the closer you got to him.

A little help would be needed.

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  The days flew by, it was weekend before you knew it.

The place you worked at in the weekends was a small but busy shop. The work that had to be done everyday surpassed the staff that was available. In other words, you spend your time constantly hurrying from one chore to the other.

You were stocking the shelves while keeping an eye on the checkout area.

You often were so concentrated that you kind of zoned out sometimes, it was why you had failed to see him approach you.

“Hi…” His voice pulled you out of your concentration.

You turned and your eyes met with a pair of blue ones. You fumbled with the box containing a piece of soap as you were faced with someone you had seen around school before but had never talked to.

You knew he was handsome, but having him stand so close to you made you realize how truly good looking he actually was.

The tall, curly haired, blue eyed boy. The sight of him was enough for you to develop a small crush.

“Hi…” You greeted him after composing yourself, he was still a customer “Can I help you?”

He nodded, appearing a little nervous “Uh yeah, I’m looking for the…the uh…”

Another guy approached, one who’s name you thought was Scott, if you had heard Lydia right…

Scott looked at his struggling friend deciding to end this struggle “He’s looking for the feminine hygiene section.”

“Oh.” You believed it was why he had looked so nervous “Please, follow me. I’ll show you where it is.”

They both walked at a distance behind you and you were unaware of how Scott smacked a hand against Isaac’s shoulder and gestured in your direction.

Isaac quickly looked in your direction hoping you hadn’t noticed it before he glared at his friend.

“Here it is.” You stopped in front of the shelves filled with the many products “Anything else I can help you with?”

You were already starting to turn away, ready to go back to the work you were doing.

Scott saw Isaac struggle to find a good excuse to make you stay around them a little longer.

“Uhm… I uh…” He stammered again.

You waited patiently for him to form a sentence.

Scott sighed before speaking up again “Could you help us find the tampons?”

Isaac’s eyes snapped to Scott, why couldn’t he ask you to help him find anything else in this store?

He never should have mentioned to Scott that he thought you were pretty. But then again, Scott had probably noticed days ago when he caught him staring at you on the field. It was why he had collided with a player from the opposite team.

“It’s for a friend.” Isaac cleared his throat, not daring to look you in the eye.

“Sweet of you to come and buy it for them.” You send him a smile.

At that his eyes found yours, even though he felt very embarrassed, seeing your smile made him less self-conscious about all of this.

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  “The women’s hygiene section?!?” Isaac snapped at Scott the second he walked out the store.

Scott snorted at his reaction “What? Girls like a guy who is comfortable buying that sort of stuff.”

“Thanks a lot.” Isaac huffed.

Scott shrugged his shoulders, a quiet laugh escaped “Not my fault you failed to think of a better excuse to talk to her. Besides, she said it was sweet.”

It got on Isaac’s already delicate nerves “Yeah, well, now she’ll think this ‘friend’ is someone I’m dating. Ever think of that?”

Scott waved it away “You know what? Now that you know where she works, you can talk to her yourself. Just think of some question about a product and go ask her for help.”

He wasn’t sure of the plan “She’ll think I’m stalking her.”

Scott saw right through all the excuses of his shy friend “Isaac… it’s a shop. People go in there and ask questions every day. You’re not the only one, okay?”

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  On Sunday, you were sticking security stickers on the more expensive items in the store. Everything over nine dollars needed one to prevent it from being stolen.

The door of the store opened and in walked the handsome boy you had barely been able to talk to yesterday. Maybe you could at least find out his name today.

With one of the make-up mirrors up for sale, you quickly inspected your appearance before placing it back.

You were in the corner where the make-up was and saw him walk in your direction, stop and then walk the other way.

Oh…

Was he too shy? Or just not interested?

With the roll of security stickers in your hand, a plan formed.

You took one sticker off the roll and waited until he was looking at something. When he was looking at cereals, you walked past him and stuck the sticker to the elbow of his sleeve without stopping.

A customer was waiting at the register and it was the perfect excuse to have walked past him.

You rang up their items and helped the old lady put them in her bag, then handed it to her “Here you go, thank you and have a nice day.”

The lady gave a broad smile and left with her groceries.

Before you could leave the register, the handsome boy walked up and placed a single box of cereals on the counter.

“Good morning.” You made an effort to give him your sweetest smile.

He blinked a few times before finding his voice “Uh…good morning.”

That shy smile of his was adorable…

You accidentally knocked over the box and he reached for it at the same time as you.

His hand landed on yours, you froze, he froze…

With a nervous laugh, you broke the awkward tension and he quickly withdrew his hand.

“Sorry, I’m clumsy.” You apologized and rang up the box of cereals.

“It’s fine. So, am I.” He said.

You had grown quite nervous and felt yourself withdraw in your shell of shyness “That will be three dollars, please.”

He pulled some coins from his pockets and put them on the counter for you to count.

After counting them, you picked the change up and offered it to him “Your change.”

“Ah, nah. Uhm, you can keep it.” He was nearly caught staring a you.

“You sure?” You asked.

He gave a nod “Yeah.”

You smiled at him, appreciating the kind gesture “Thanks. I hope you have a good day.”

Poor Isaac was trying to think of something to say and when that didn’t work, he replied “Thanks. You too.”

There you stood, watching him head for the door, the boy who’s name you still didn’t know…

And then, the alarm of the store went off.

Oh, gosh…

You had almost forgotten about the security sticker and hurried over to him.

He looked ridiculously nervous and you felt a pang of guilt.

Even when he was sure he had not stolen a thing, Isaac began to search his pockets “Ah, crap…”

Oh, no…

“Oh! Wait… hold on for a sec…” You quickly pulled the tag from his sleeve, holding it up for him to see.

Realization dawned on him “That’s what set the alarm off? I don’t know how it got on me…”

You smiled like a sinner in church “Oh…it happens all the time here.”

He quirked a brow at you “Oh. Weird.”

“Anyway… sorry for bothering you. I hope I’ll see you in the store again and that this didn’t scare you off.” You stammered nervously.

He nodded quickly, a shy smile growing on his face “Yeah. Don’t worry, you’ll see me again.”

You nodded nervously, feeling like a fool for doing all this.

“I’m Isaac.” He suddenly blurted out and held out his hand.

You blinked twice before you took his hand in yours and shook it “Y/n.”

He looked almost flustered now “Nice to meet you. I wanted to get a chance to talk to you but I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”

Did he think that you believed he would stick a security sticker on himself to get your attention? This was getting more and more ridiculous.

“I uh…” You stammered.

“Sorry if this is weird or something, I just-” He sounded so timid and sweet.

“I stuck the sticker on you.” You finally confessed.

Isaac frowned for a second “Why would you-… oh.”

A smirk spread across his face “So instead of trying a pick up line, you try to frame me for theft?”

“No! No, of course not I was just shy and stupid and -” You covered your face with your hands in shame.

He chuckled at your reaction “Don’t worry. It worked.”

What?

WHAT?!?

You couldn’t believe your shenanigans had actually worked on him.

The relief you felt was instant and you hoped to break the ice completely “But if you want a cheesy pick up line…we are supposed to tag everything above nine dollars. So I guess that means you’re a ten.”

His mouth was a little agape now and he chuckled “That uh… that’s not bad.”

You hummed in agreement.

Isaac scrambled all his courage together “Now that we’re on the topic of numbers… what’s yours?”

Your smile could not have been broader, you couldn’t believe that someone as cute as him would ask for your number.

Then you quickly looked around you for a piece of paper and a pen “Hang on… I’ll write it down for you.”

Isaac realized you were looking for something to write your number down on. He quickly took his phone from his pocket.

“Here. You can put it in my phone…if you want?” He clumsily handed you his phone, almost dropping it twice.

You gladly took the phone from him and added your number to his contact list, then handed him back the phone “Here you go.”

It was as if he couldn’t believe you had actually given him your number “Thanks…I’ll call you soon.”

You truly hoped he was being honest and that he would actually call you.

The both of you were suddenly interrupted when your boss asked you why you weren’t busy doing your job at the moment.

So you said a quick goodbye to Isaac and got back to work.

You were waiting for the familiar ringtone all day, waiting for his call.

Only at ten that evening did Isaac find enough courage to call and ask you out.

And of course, you said yes.

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I lost my Isaac taglist ;_;

[soulofapatrick]

The Pack Realises you’re in Love with Derek Hale 3/5

ISAAC - Peter Thornberry's POV:

Being the pack mom means that even showers are never peaceful and private, especially in the chaos that is the Hale House. As predicted there's a banging on the door as someone wants to come in, probably need the toilet as Erica and Lydia always take way to long in the upstairs bathrooms.

"Mamaaaaa," It's Isaac, and he's already unlocking the door with one of his damn claws but I honestly can't be angry with my first beta when he looks so innocent and lost as he pokes his head in, "I think I need a shower Mama."

Taking one look at the lanky boy as she steps in properly, shutting the bathroom door behind him, I sign softly and agree. All 6'1" of him is covered in mud and I'm guessing the red spots are blood from a brutal practice session, probably with either Chris Argent or Derek himself.

"Get as much of that mud off of you before you even thing about stepping in here with me," I warn, quickly rinsing the shampoo from my hair as Isaac complies. The boy towers me as he joins me, kissing my cheek as I let him under the water to wash all the mud and blood he couldn't peel off with his clothes. I go to get out but end up just watching as Isaac grabs the shampoo, turning to me and pulling the puppy dog eyes he's worked will get him whatever he wants, "You're going to have to get lower than that Isaac, I can't reach your hair properly when you're so high up."

Without thinking about he kneels, facing away from me and tilts his head back with his eyes shut. In any other situation this would be so wrong but honestly, we all live in such close quarters I barely pause before I rubbing the shampoo through Isaac's muddy locks. The pup keeps wriggling and whining probably because the others are all playing video games and he wants to go back to join them but at this rate it'll be a lot longer because I'm struggling to stop the shampoo running down into his eyes, "Stand still Isaac." I finally have to tell him and he surprises me by stopping so I quickly rinse out his mess of curls before letting him finish washing himself while I step out and begin to dry myself.

The only clothes available are my clean ones of Isaac's training filth ones so with I sigh I let Isaac dry himself with my towel then hand him my clothes before wrapping the towel around my waist. Isaac happily bounds towards the living room, squeezing himself on the sofa between Scott and Allison who both let out sounds of protest and they begin to rearrange themselves. I chuckle softly at the people who have become my family as I make my way towards my room, one of the only ones on the ground floor.

"Shit!" A screech of surprise leaves me when I collide with something solid, someone solid. Swallowing hard, my worst fear happens as I look up to be met with Derek's sunflower eyes, blushing redder than the roses in the garden as his firm hands feel like they're burning holes into my hips where they fell to steady me, "S-sorry Derek."

Before he can reply I've pulled myself from his grasp and am rushing to my room, holding tightly to the towel around me waist, only relaxing when my door shuts with a soothing click.

"FUCK!"

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 4 // Part 5

[blessednereid]

Dinners, Apologies, and Bowling Alleys: LFLLLL Pt.4

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Taglist: @rogershoe @woodxweasley

Mentions: Police investigations, dead bodies, animal attacks, implied abuse, sexual implications, emancipation, cursing, half-naked massages, use of the word “Kinky”

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                    Dinner

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Your dad pulled into the driveway of the Lahey family residence.

When he opened the door and greeted you, his voice was sickly sweet, and you could tell that the dinner wasn't going to be pleasant.

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"That was… something," your dad said as he opened the door to your house and allowed you and Isaac to walk inside.

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 Within thirty minutes, the dinner soon turned passively hostile, and it seemed like there was no way out. 

"So, Sheriff Stilinsk-"

"Please, call me Noah." 

Mr. Lahey smiled sourly before continuing. "Your daughter and my son have been dating for quite a while now. Yet, this is the first time we meet." 

"Oh, well. The role of being a sheriff is very strenuous and time-consuming." 

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, and you were anticipating the thing that would cause everything to blow up.

"I find it quite unfortunate that the circumstances we meet are due to my son being involved in a murder investigation."

You noticed how your dad looked confused for a second, but that look was soon wiped away. 

"Yes, well. Finding a dead body is something that would cause you to end up in that situation." 

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"Alright, Kids. Go to bed."

You nodded before you walked up the stairs.

"Isaac, you…" Isaac waited for instruction from your dad. 

Noah sighed before speaking. "It's been a rough night. Just… No funny business."

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Mr. Lahey continued speaking. "So, you've recently taken my son into your household, and now he's in a murder investigation."  

"There is no causation here. He could've as easily found a dead body that is part of a murder investigation under your household." 

Mr. Lahey squinted, and you realized the kindling was added to the flame.

"Are you questioning my parenting skills? Noah," He added resentfully. 

"Are you questioning mine?" 

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"Isaac."

He let out a deep breath before turning to face you. 

"It's gonna be alright." 

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"You know, I don't think it's okay for my child to be in your house anymore. He is legally in my custody, and him involved in anything involving the law comes back to me."

You and Isaac widened your eyes, and your dad made a brief glance at you and saw the panic in your eyes. 

"Well, maybe him being in my house is better. I can protect him in certain ways seeing as how I am the Sheriff. You own a graveyard. Your son finding a dead body could be a telltale sign that you may be trying to drum up business."

He paused. "Even if it's not true, of course."

"I mean, you are a cop. Are you not? Your job is to find the bodies, and not only did my son who is dating your daughter find the body, but it could also be a way to raise your own paycheck." Mr. Lahey chuckled as he spoke; his words were laced with venom. 

Your dad grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. "It's not my job to find bodies, quite the opposite. And, I assure you, I would not kill someone for a paycheck."

Your dad wiped his mouth and rose from the table. 

"Mr. Lahey, I think it's time for us to go."

The burly man grimaced in response. "Alright, well- Isaac. Go to your room." 

"Oh no. I don't think you understand. I have to take Isaac in for a statement. He's coming with me." 

"I don't think you understand. He is my son. He's staying with me." 

While they continued their argument, you and Isaac slipped out the door and headed to the car. 

"Hey, babe… are you okay?"

He sighed. "No… I just want this to be over, Y/n." 

"It's just two more years, Isaac. And you're going to be with me most of that time."

"I can't do this anymore!" 

"What do you mean?" 

He looked at you with a solemn expression.

"I think I'm gonna run away." 

You widened your eyes and nearly choked. "What do you mean? You can't run away?"

"Y/n, I can't stay here where he's always able to do this!" 

"Then we'll figure something out! Just give me time. Till next Friday! I promise… Just… Just give me time." 

He saw the tears in your eyes and pulled you into his arms.

You gasped for air as you cried against his chest.

"Give me a week, and If I can't find something, I'll go with you-"

"N/n, I can't ask you to do that." 

"You're not asking me. I'm telling you."

He frowned. "You have a life here. Don't throw that away."

"What? And leave you to run away on your own? Possibly die? I couldn't do that. I couldn't live like that, not knowing where you are."

"I would tell you."

"Of course you couldn't," you frowned. "I'd be the first person the police ask after your dad and mine." 

"Besides, I wouldn't stay if I knew where you were anyway. I'd come to find you."

You wrapped your arms around Isaac's neck and pulled him in.

Just then, your dad opened the front door of the car, got in, and slammed it. 

"I'm so sorry you guys had to see me so mad."

"It's fine, Sheriff," Isaac smiled grimly.

"Isaac…"

"Noah, sorry…"

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"It's gonna be alright." 

His eyes moved around the room, settling on the posters around your walls before saying, "I believe you."

"You do?"

"I do," he paused. "One week."

You half-smiled. "One week. But you have to promise me you won't leave me."

"I can't make that promise." 

You walked over to him and put his face in between your hands. 

"You are not leaving me." 

You pulled him towards the bed towards the back of the room, and you fell asleep in each other's arms. 

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                    School

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On Monday, you approached Lydia before class. You had a cold chill in your spine, and your apprehension was tying a knot around your lungs.

"Look. I was a horrible friend. I said stupid things. I shouldn't have said that about you and Jackson. You're not a 'suckup barbie doll.' You're Lydia Martin, and you've been doing this relationship stuff for way longer than I have. And I'm sorry I was so butthurt that I let my relationship get in the way of us, something you've never done."

By the time you finished speaking, you were slightly out of breath. You had said everything in one breath so that Lydia couldn't interject. 

"No, Y/n, I'm sorry. This is your first time in a relationship, and I- I should've been more supportive. I should be helping you with your relationship and instead…" As you anticipated her following words, her gaze softened. There was a tint of remorse that could be seen.

"I've been trying to dissuade you from it. You deserve love… so much. I just missed my best friend."

"Can we like… never let guys get between us again?" 

Lydia grinned before embracing you in a tight hug.

"Lydia, I can't breathe!" You managed to stammer out those few words before Lydia suffocated you. 

"Oh! Sorry."

You both walked into your English class while still being engrossed in conversation. 

"You hear about Grace Cooper?" 

"Ugh, that shark! No, and I don't really care."

"She got mumps from one of her conquests in another school."

Your eyes widened. "Poor, poor, Gracie!" you said satirically.

You saw Isaac down the hall and beckoned him over.

When he reached you, he had a confused look on his face. 

"Isaac, Lydia. Lydia, Isaac."

He squinted with a slight smile but stuck out his hand nonetheless.

"I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot, Isaac. My friend here really seems to like you. So if she can forgive you, then I guess so can I."

He smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, Lydia. I've heard such great things about you."

You smiled and clapped your hands rapidly. "Yay, my friends are friends. Now, let's try and get Stiles onboard."

Lydia squinted and cocked her head. "Who?"

You sighed. "Woosah. My brother, Lydi."

"Oh yeah! Forgot you were a twin."

Isaac interrupted. "Babe, we're going two different ways. I gotta get to class."

"Okay, but you're sitting with us at lunch, yeah?" 

He turned his chin up in thought and bounced on the balls of his feet before leaning over and pecking your lips. "Of course."

You grinned before he turned and went to his class.

"Aww. Okay! Time to get to AP chem."

When you both walked into the class, it was only mere seconds before the bell rang.

You sat in your seats, staring eagerly at the board because your teacher had not yet arrived. 

When the door swung open once more, it revealed the face of Mrs. Goldblatt. 

"Oh my god," Lydia whispered, but it was clearly loud enough for everyone else to hear.

"Hello to you too, Lydia."

"Hello, class," she continued. "Mr. Ochoa isn't here today, so I will be your sub."

"Now, pull out your textbooks and-" She was interrupted. 

"Hey, something's going down at the bus!" A student yelled, causing everyone to rush to the windows. 

"EVERYONE IN YOUR SEATS!"

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                   Lunch

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After the first period, you went to English with Allison, Scott, and Stiles, splitting up with Lydia. 

However, You and Allison caught up with her at lunch in the line. 

"Hey!" You both greeted.

"Hey!" 

Soon Isaac and Jackson approached you. They walked together, but separately. 

"Hey, babe," Lydia said to Jackson. 

"Hi, love," you greeted Isaac. He gave you a side hug with his free arm and allowed it to stay there. 

Lydia and Jackson walked away from you and Isaac and towards the window, away from your regular table.

"Lydia, where are we going?" 

"To sit with Allison's boyfriend, duh!" She said with a shimmy of her shoulders.

Allison quickly rolled her eyes. "He's not my boyfriend!" 

You interjected. "That's not what I heard!" 

"From who?" 

"Your brain, we're connected. Remember?" 

It was a long-lasting joke that you had since you were children. You had always been able to read Allison's mind in a way and tell what she was feeling, as well as vice versa. It would be a terrible day when that bond stopped working. You were sure of it. 

She chuckled as you all walked towards Scott and Stiles. Some of Jackson's friends already sat down.

"Figure out what?" you hear Lydia say before you sat down next to your brother, in between him and Isaac.

"Just, uh homework-" Scott replied tentatively.

"Hey, guys!"

"Yeah… Y/n, why are you guys sitting here?" His question was soon answered when Allison sat down next to Scott.

Jackson began arguing with his friend about the seat at the head of the table, and Danny made a sarcastic remark about how the guy looked at Lydia.

"So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack… Probably a cougar," Danny stated.

"I heard mountain lion."

Lydia squinted. "A cougar is a mountain lion. Isn't it?" She said before tilting her head. 

You internally scoffed but didn't say anything.

"Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."

"Sorry that not everyone can be as rich and entitled as you, Whitmore," you whispered under your breath. Jackson and Lydia hadn't heard, but Danny, Stiles, Allison, and Isaac did, giving a brief chuckle. 

Stiles took out his phone and showed the table a video. "Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out."

Scott's eyes widened. "I know this guy."

"You do?" Allison asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad," he said in shock. "He was the driver."

Lydia interjected the gruesome conversation. "Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Oh, like, where are we going tomorrow night? You said that you and Scott were going somewhere tomorrow night, right?"

"Lydia!" you scolded. 

"Uh, we were thinking of what we were gonna do," Allison said softly. 

"Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos. So if the four of us- six, if Y/n and Isaac want to come, are hanging out, we are doing something fun!" 

You glanced at Allison, who met your gaze and turned to Scott.

"Hanging out… like the four of us? Do you want to hang out? Like us, and them?" Scott asked confusedly.

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun." 

You rolled your eyes and sighed softly. 

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson asked, annoyed. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork. 

"What about bowling? You love to bowl?" Lydia proposed.

"Yeah, with actual competition."

You frowned. "I, too, would love to bowl with actual competition, Whitmore."

He glared at you before Allison spoke up. 

"Yeah, how do you know we aren't actual competition?" She turned to Scott. "You can bowl, right?"

Isaac spoke up for the first time. "Well, I know for a fact that Y/n and I are competition."

You grinned at his competitive nature. Under his shy mask was someone who did not like to lose. 

"Scott?" Jackson called.

"Yes. Sort of…" he said warily. 

"Is it sort of, or is it yes?"

"Yes! In fact, I'm a great bowler," Scott lied, and you facepalmed internally. You had seen him bowl, and he was, in fact, terrible.

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              Stilinski House

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"Are we actually going bowling tomorrow?" 

You squinted. "Yeah? Why wouldn't we?"

"Babe, I have work tomorrow?" 

"I thought you got off early tomorrow?"

He sighed. "I do. I get off at 8, but I don't want you to wait for me, and I won't be ready-" He continued rambling before you walked up and covered his mouth with your hand. 

"You get off work and come back here. Take 30 minutes to get ready, and then we leave so we can reach the alley by 9:30."  

He pushed your wrist down. "N/n, I'm just going to be groggy, and dampen the mood, and-"

"Isaac Kai Lahey! You are allowed to have fun. Besides, I have to go pick outfits with Lydia and Allison after class anyway, and that'll keep us busy."

He contemplated your plan before reluctantly sighing. "Fine. But I have to be back by midnight. I want to sleep peacefully." 

You stepped on the tips of your toes to kiss his cheek. 

"Are you sure you want to sleep, though?" you asked innocently, but there was a hidden meaning behind your words. 

"Yes! I want to sleep... I haven't really been getting a good night lately."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

He quickly changed the subject. "Speaking of things we haven't told each other… Scott? Werewolf? I'm sorry, but I still don't believe you." 

You sighed. "I was kind of refraining from telling you about that?"

"Hey, If werewolves are real, I want to see them."

"I know, but you just have so much on your plate. I didn't want to add shape-shifting humans with strange abilities to that."

He smiled. "Hey, prove me wrong about that werewolf thing, and I'll give you twenty bucks."

"Deal! Speaking of deals..."

You moved to sit on the bed. "I've been working on getting you out of your dad's house. You said you didn't want to go into foster care, so the only way to prevent that from happening is for you to be an adult."

"An adult? How is that even possible, Y/n? I'm still a minor for 2 more years." 

You looked at him hesitantly. "There's this legal thing called emancipation. It's where you can be declared, legally, an adult and be separate from your parent's care." 

He smiled before scoffing. "How would we even do that?" 

"Well, we can either prove to the courts that you can provide for yourself with housing and finances… or you can get married."

He stood up very quickly, to the point where you almost got whiplash. "Married? Y/n, I'm not getting married to a stranger, and we both know your dad would never agree to that." 

"Then we go to the courts! You can say that you're renting a room from my dad for however much he agrees for the housing portion, and you have a job!"

"A job my dad gave me! The point is to not rely on my dad!"

You smiled. "That's the beauty of the law. Your dad's business is independent of him. So you can still work for him, but you would be earning your money from the business, not him."

"And if he fires me because I filed for emancipation?" 

 "You have perfect employee references. You worked at Waffle House for six months before they shut down and got employee of the month twice." 

He flopped down on the bed, and you moved to wrap your arms around him.

"How long would it take?" He asked quietly. 

"A few months… Less than the two years we would've waited, and you wouldn't have to run away." 

"Would I have to tell my dad?" 

"Yeah, he'd have to be able to represent his side in court," you replied solemnly. 

"Don't I need a reason? What would I even say? I don't want him to go to jail." 

"I have no-" you said before an idea dinged like a lightbulb in your mind. "You said you have that inheritance you get from your grandparents that you'll be able to collect once you become a legal adult, right?"

"Yeaaah?" 

"Just say that you want to be able to use that inheritance."

"No, that would never work…" he said wistfully.

You both pondered in thought for a while.

"You could say that you are financially independent and want to start on making investments and stuff like that before you're 18." 

You looked up to him and saw him squinting. "Huh, that could work."

"So, does that mean you won't run away?"

"That's if it works...If it doesn't work and I stay, it could be worse." 

You sighed. "It's going to work…If not, I- It's going to work."

He turned on his side to face you, and you did the same. 

"Kiss me?" And that is, exactly, what Isaac did. 

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               Argent House

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The next day after school, you and Isaac went your separate ways. He went to work, and you grabbed several different outfits before heading to Allison's house. 

When you arrived, you were ushered and practically dragged inside by Allison, who desperately needed help with her outfit. 

You found Lydia already inside, sifting through Allison's entire closet and rejecting each prospect.

"Lydia, this isn't the bachelorette! Oh my gosh."

You sat back on Allison's bed and allowed Lydia, who wouldn't let you help, pick Allison's outfit. 

Many passes were given by Lydia. "Allison, respect for your taste is, uh, dwindling by the second." 

You scoffed. "Okay, how about we let the person who makes displays at Forever 21 pick the outfit?"

You got up and put together three choices for selection. 

"This!" Lydia said before your "Uncle" Chris walked in.

"Dad, hello?" Allison said.

"Hi, Uncle Chris!" You waved enthusiastically. 

"Hey, Y/n. Nice to see you."

Lydia flew back onto Allison's bed and laid on her side with her hand on her hip. "Hi, Mr. Argent," she said sultrily. 

"Lydia!' You scolded, and Mr. Argent flinched. 

Allison sneered, "Dad, do you need something?"

He cleared his throat. "I wanted to let you know you'll be staying in tonight."

You and Lydia frowned, and Allison scoffed. "What? I'm going out with my friends tonight."

"Not when some animal is out there attacking people."

You and Allison protested in unison. 

"It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30 p.m. No more arguing," He said simply before walking out the room."

You and Allison both sighed, resolved. 

"Someone's daddy's little girl," Lydia remarked. 

"Sometimes, but not tonight," Allison replied. 

"Y/n, what about you? Your dad would kill you!"

"He would, but he wouldn't let the law handle me," you smirked. 

You texted Isaac about the new plan and changed into your outfit. When Isaac told you that he'd meet you at the alley, you nodded to Allison, and you both walked to the window. 

She went first and then you before Lydia called after you both.

"What are you doing?"

You dropped your bag and your phone onto the dirt before Allison flipped off the building and landed on her feet while you did a somersault as you landed. 

"8 years of gymnastics!" 

You grinned, "She just taught me some tricks."

"You coming?" You both said in unison.

"I'll take the stairs."

You brushed off your outfit as you waited outside for Lydia. 

You both entered her car and drove to the rink. 

You called Isaac to make sure that he was coming. "Hey, babe. Have you made it to the house yet?"

"Yeah, I'm on my way. Don't worry." 

"Okay, we just left Allison's house." 

"How far are you?" He asked. 

"About 15 minutes?" 

"Alright, I'm 10." 

You smiled before saying goodbye.

When you hung up the phone, Lydia hummed. 

"What, Lyds?" 

She smirked. "Nothing, just that you guys are good together." 

You half scoffed, half chuckled. "It took you three months to realize that?"

"I was still a little focused on him hurting you, but if that didn't happen, I would've always thought so."

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               Bowling Alley

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You all met Scott, Isaac, and Jackson at the bowling alley. 

Allison and Scott went to pick their balls, and the rest of you sat down. 

"Hey, how was work?"

Isaac sighed. "Dad wasn't there. I don't know why."  

"Well, that's not a bad thing."

"True," he shrugged. "Thanks for forcing me to come out here tonight. I didn't realize how stressed work was making me until I walked inside." 

"Yeah, well, I like bowling, and I wasn't going to be a fifth wheel."

He smiled. 

"And, I have the perfect remedy for your sleeping issues, okay? So don't even worry about that tonight." 

"What is it?" 

You got up to whisper in his ear, "it's a surprise!" You turned away to go get a bowling ball, eventually picking a pink and white marbled one. 

When everyone had their balls, you arranged how the teams would work. 

"Okay, so how about we start couples vs. couples vs. couples and then gals vs. guys?" You nominated. 

"Sounds good, except we can only have two teams," Lydia pointed out the flaw in the couple war. 

"Oh, okay, uh. Give me a minute," You said before pulling Isaac aside. 

"Are we gonna be the ones to split up?" 

He squinted. "Why would we do that?"

"C'mon, baby. This could be a way for you to branch out without me next to you."

"What is that supposed to-"

"Besides," you smirked. "Imagine what tension that all that competition between us is gonna make!"

He hummed while twisting a strand of your hair in his hands. You lifted your head in an attempt to brush your lips against his, but he pulled back. 

"Fine. I'll go with Allison and Scott. I wanna see if I can spot any were-wolfiness," he chuckled.

"I'm not joking about that, okay! And don't tell anyone." 

You both walked back to the group and informed them of the decision. 

"Alright, Isaac is going to be on McArgents team, so now it will be McL'Argent, and I will be on Whittin's team, so it will now be Whittinski." 

"Yeah, yeah, hurry up," Jackson scolded. 

"Whittmore, be lucky I'm on your team. Otherwise, I'd be kicking your ass."

The competition started, and Lydia went first, with Jackson guiding her arm mixed with plentiful amounts of PDA.

The first one landed in the gutter, and the second hit only the right-most three. 

"I'm so bad at this," she said solemnly. 

"Lydi, you'll get the hang of it."

Allison took her turn next, hitting all of the pins and knocking them down. 

"YES, ALLI!" you whooped. 

"Someone brought their A-game," Lydia said.

Jackson scoffed. "Wrong team."

"She's my godsister. I'm obligated to tell her she did brilliantly."

Jackson took his turn next, removing all the pins from the lane and knocking them into the abyss, causing Lydia to holler.

"You're up, McCall," he stated blankly after wrapping his arms around Lydia.

"You can do it, Scott," Allison motivated Scott, and he got up and grabbed his ball.

He stalled for a few seconds before pulling his arms back and throwing the ball, the trajectory causing it to land straight in the gutter.

Jackson started laughing hysterically, and you and Allison both scolded him.

"Mind shutting up?" Allison sneered.'

"I'm sorry," he half-apologized in between breaths. "I'm just flashing back to the words 'I'm a great bowler'" 

"Maybe he just needs a little warm-up."

Jackson continued to laugh. "Maybe he just needs the kiddy bumpers," he said, which caused Lydia to laugh with him.

"Will you shut up for five fucking seconds, Jackson?"  

"Just aim for the middle," Allison advised. 

Jackson rolled his eyes, "How about you aim for anything except the gutter?" 

"Let him concentrate!" 

Allison smiled at Scott, and he took his next shot. It was getting closer and closer to the pins before swerving to the side and falling in the gutter.

"Great job, McCall. Man, you are a pro!" He said when he was done laughing.

You shot up from your seat, grabbed the ball, and took a deep breath. You moved your arm back just a little bit behind you when a groan resounded from behind you. 

You turned around quickly and saw Isaac. 

"OH MY GOSH! Why would you come up behind me?"

He chuckled. "No apologies, just beratement?" 

"I'm sorry, better? Are you okay?" You picked up his arm and examined it. 

"Hurry Up!"

He gave a curt nod to let you know he was okay, and you turned back to the alley. 

He wrapped his hands around your waist. "You look stressed, babe. What's wrong?"

Your cheeks flushed. "Isaac, what are you doing?" 

"Helping you out…" you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Mhm," you resounded. "I don't want your help!" 

You playfully nudged him and regained your concentration. You pulled back your arms and threw the ball. It rolled and rolled until it came in contact with the pins, managing to knock down all but two.

"YES!" Lydia shouted, and Jackson gave a half-hearted clap and a 'not bad.'

You all continued playing, with Scott getting better towards the end. While your team lost the first game, the girls' team had won against the boys. 

After that, you all parted ways. When you and Isaac walked outside, he said something that stunned you. 

"Did you call Stiles?" he asked innocently.

"What do you mean 'did I call Stiles?' Where's the jeep?"

He grinned shyly. "I didn't bring the jeep. I took an Uber." 

"ISAAC!"

"WHAT? Stiles wouldn't take me!" 

Your eyes widened. "And you think he would pick us up?" 

"Well, sure. Stiles wouldn't let his sister freeze."

You growled before calling Stiles. 

It took him twenty minutes to reach the bowling alley, and when you got in the car, he began to scold you for your ill-preparedness. 

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           Massage Therapy

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You got home and into your room straight away. 

From there, you peeled Isaac's jacket off before he had the chance to do it himself and then removed yours, tossing both to the ground. 

"Are you ready for your surprise?" You asked with wriggling eyebrows. 

He chuckled darkly. "Sure."

You bit your lip and pushed him down on the bed. "Stay there!" You said before moving to get something. 

"Despite you and your brother's running joke, I am not a golden retriever!" He called out as you rummaged around. 

"Got it!" You said as you moved to place the blindfold over his eyes. 

"Kinky… I thought we weren't doing that tonight, though?" 

You smiled. "Nope! Turn around!" 

He sighed and turned to face your headboard as you tore his shirt from his torso. 

To let him know that you weren't planning on having sex, you began digging your thumbs into his muscles, finding the knots in his back rather quickly. 

He groaned in relief, which only spurred you on. 

"Your pants too, babe," you advised while still rubbing. 

When his pants were off, you pushed him down onto the pillow, backside up, and applied the heating oil on his back and thighs. 

You moved around his body slowly and sensually, making sure not to apply too much pressure to sensitive areas while still being effective. 

When you were finished after maybe fifteen minutes, you removed the blindfold from his eyes to let him know you were done. 

You stripped down to your bra and underwear before going to lay beside Isaac. 

"That was so nice…I don't know what I did to deserve you."

You sighed contently. "I'm still trying to figure that out myself."

"Ouch," Isaac mocked. "Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight."

Just as you were about to fall asleep, Isaac exclaimed. 

"OH! I just remembered- I didn't see any werewolf nature in Scott..."

You sighed. "Is this why you haven't been sleeping?"

"No, but I'm interested." 

"Look," you paused. "I only relayed the information Stiles gave me, I haven't seen it for myself either, but I want you to be safe. I trust Stiles, and I need you to trust me so that this can work and we can get you out of there. Okay?"

"Yeah, of course, I trust you. Goodnight, for real this time."

You smiled. "Goodnight." You fell asleep shortly after, a warm, tingly feeling of happiness spreading throughout your body.

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[its-simply-fanfiction]

I know i have very little followers that are fellow fanfiction readers or writers but i have some teen wolf chapters written for a series, sitting in my drafts for probably over 2 years now and im wondering if anyone is interested in reading that lol xx

[socheckitout-mikey]

Can I request some Teen Wolf headcanons where Isaac is dating a girl who acts in school plays? This sweetie pie would be in the front row and give her flowers on opening night, and nobody can convince me otherwise.

hey birdie! yes, i wholeheartedly agree with this. isaac would be the sweetest! the only thing that i changed in this was the gender of the reader. i decided not to specify, just so it’s more inclusive! i hope you enjoy what i’ve come up with. - mae

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Isaac Lahey Dating Someone who Acts in School Plays Hc’s:

° First and foremost, can I just illustrate how supportive af this boy would be? Isaac may not be into plays or musicals as such, but if it’s something you enjoy doing or are passionate about... then he’s here for it!

° No matter what part you play, Isaac thinks it’s amazing. You could legit be a tree in the backdrop and he’d hype you up about it. Boii is just too precious ffs.

° Isaac is especially supportive of this because it’s an extremely normal thing to engage in, as well as the fact it gives himself and the pack something ordinary to look forward to.

° You best believe that Isaac isn’t letting the supernatural drama in Beacon Hills ruin this for you and him. Yes, this play is also now for him; poor boy just longs for some normality instead of grotesque claws and fangs!

° He’s genuinely that boyfriend that will help you memorize/practice your lines. Even if it ends up being cringe. He gives fantastic feedback...

° “Yeah, maybe try saying that again, but breathe this time.”

° “I’m nervous, okay?!”

° And you bet his wolf ass that he’s absolutely t e r r i b l e at acting. All he’s managed to do is distract you and pee yourself three times in a row already.

° “Stop saying it like that, Isaac!”

° “It’s what it says though!”

° “That’s the actions of Romeo, you overgrown beanstalk!”

° “Ohhhhh! That makes sense now...”

° Like, absolute and total heart eyes for you. Security we have a problem

° He waits outside of the auditorium for you once practice is over, because he doesn’t want to overstep boundaries and make you embarrassed by his presence.

° He would’ve waited inside, but he’s also incredibly awkward. Isaac still eavesdropped from outside in the hallway, sneaking a few a lot of glances through the little window in the doors.

° Everyone knew that Isaac was already a total sweetheart to you, but now? Boy, do they love him even more! Why you ask? Because after each rehearsal, there he is, present with your favorite snack and a whole host of praises. We’re all jealous, okay?

° Everyone wants Isaac to be their boyfriend now.

° I mean, you bagged the best boy ever!

° Isaac takes you to opening night, parting ways with you somewhat awkwardly, wishing you good luck and all.

° He does it in a way that makes you relax, even though it’s a little awkward.

° “You’ve memorized those lines really good, you know? You’ve got this babe.”

° “And if you throw up on stage, I’ll have on video, Y/N.” Stiles interjects, slapping you encouragingly on the back.

° “Thanks for putting so much pressure on me, you absolute reject!”

° Literally his eyes are hearts when you’re on stage. He’s so entranced.

° Unfortunately, the moment is ruined when Stiles S C R E A M S at the top of his lungs bc loud boii is trying to support you.

° Scott and Lydia are now stuck with the task of trying to prevent Stilinski’s premature death at the hands of Isaac himself.

° That sort of thing from Stiles used to terrify you, but now you’re highkey embarrassed as Coach Finstock slaps the back of their heads and reprimands them for ruining the school play.

° Isaac claps what a fucking dork.

° Like everyone now wants an Isaac. And who can blame them? Boii is the sweetest and anyone who disagrees can catch these hands!

° After the play is finished, Isaac meets you backstage with the rest of the pack. It was meant to be romantic, but everyone else cut in before him, which irritated the hell out of him.

° But hey, even Derek turned up, giving you an affectionately awkward pat on the head and a “Not bad”, which kinda stunned everyone. Like seriously, why did Sour Wolf even show up? Stiles doesn’t let him hear the end of it either.

° More embarrassment from Stilinski ensues when he’s virtually in tears, a total wreck, and everyone’s trying to calm his dramatic ass down.

° “Stiles, no one died in the play.” You remind the hyperactive knuckle head.

° “I know that’s why I’m crying.” Stiles sniffles, wiping his eyes profusely.

° “How on earth do you survive, Stilinski? You’re literally the worlds biggest loser.” Isaac mutters, shoving passed him.

° Eventually, Isaac either muscles his way through or get’s his shot to have a moment with you. He’s got flowers at the ready and an ample army of praises for you. And kisses. We can’t forget the kisses.

° “You did so good, baby! I’m so proud of you!”

° Boii makes you blush like tf who gave him the right!

° In all honesty, boii has stars in his eyes and loves you sm. So no matter what you do, he’s simping after you. 

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[day-dreamsinthedark]

Kids with the Teen Wolf guys

I can NOT stop thinking about genetics and kids and what the outcome of having children with the Teen Wolf guys would be like. Bear with me pls 

I also like writing actual headcanons/imagines, but this is rlly more of a ramble.

Scott McCall: Right off the bat, Scott doesn’t seem to have any unsettling family history. Frankly, having Scott McCall’s children seems like a safe bet. No family history of psychological or physical health issues (at least that we know of.) Having werewolf children is also pretty great because it seems as though they are both healthier than the average child and significantly less likely to endure some traumatic life changing injury. I think Scott learned his moral compass from Melissa, but I am very sure that his conscientiousness and strength of character are inheritable. The wonky chin might be genetic, but it could also just be dependent on the way Scott was laid to sleep as a baby. Overall, Scott’s has some pretty great DNA to pass on. 

Stiles Stilinski: At a first glance, how could you NOT want to have Stiles Stilinski’s kids? Then I got to thinking.. and oh yeah, this has risk. To break it down-- Stiles seems pretty ideal. Some traits, like extraversion and agreeableness are inherited, and what is Stiles if not outgoing and agreeable? However, it is canon that Stiles carries the genetic mutation for frontotemporal dementia--which is highly hereditary. There is also the ADHD and anxiety, but those aren’t really big issues and can be handled pretty easily. Realistically though, if your kid/s end up inheriting the dementia, you know uncle Scott’s going to swoop in and save the day.  🥺 Anyhow, having children with Stiles Stilinski has many pros and one very scary game of Russian Roulette. 

Derek Hale: Once again I will vouch for werewolf genetics. It just seems right to want to pass on that strength and power, you know? Just imagine being pregnant and your maternal instinct kicks in and it’s just like, “Hey, my kids are significantly better off than almost everyone else’s. I don’t have to be constantly afraid that my baby is going to get horribly sick.” Of course, Derek isn’t very agreeable, but he’s not a bad guy. It just seems like the Hale’s are less open and a little overly aggressive until they find their pack. We see this in the way Peter, Derek, Cora, and Malia are all closed off and a little bendy with social/moral rules, but they always end up being good guys for the people they love. Overall, a great idea but you would definitely have a lot to show your kids when it comes to opening up and creating relationships. 

Isaac Lahey: Okay, so we know that Isaac’s dad had issues. This absolutely means that Isaac will raise his kids in a home where safety and comfort are priority--but that doesn’t stop the possible genetic aspect of what seems like pretty bad anxiety. Again, not a big issue. Realistically though, abuse can alter DNA and Mr. Lahey definitely changed Isaac in one way or another. Overall, Isaac (great guy AND werewolf) Lahey is pretty high on the list for good genes.

Aidan Steiner: Twins!! Well, only if Aidan and Ethan are identical, and it seems like they are. Honestly this seems like a great idea aside from the intense aggression and questionable ethics. Fun fact: the ability to have identical twins and fraternal twins are genetic, but in two completely different ways. Identical twins happen when a sperm penetrates an egg in a way so the egg splits in half, and ta-da, two kids. Fraternal twins happen when the ovary lets out two eggs instead of one. 

Liam Dunbar: Liam is sweet, loyal, and incredibly caring-- all great things to either teach or pass down to your kids. Sadly however, Intermittent Explosive Disorder is hereditary. Liam’s kids are another game of Russian Roulette. Honestly though, it seems like Liam handles it really well, so his kids more than likely would too (if they even get it.) So overall, pretty good genetics. 

Theo Raeken: There is so much to unpack with this one. We aren’t entirely sure whether Theo is a sociopath or a narcissist, but there is absolutely something more going on with his brain chemistry. Whatever it is, it is clearly something that he has been able to overcome with time, bonding, and a leader. I don’t think the shapeshifter mutations pass on here, but who knows?

[strawberrycherie]

Dude that’s my sister-Isaac Lahey

Prompt: You and Isaac have been dating for a while now. The problem is if your brother Scott found out he’d probably freak out (Stiles probably would too). But with Isaac living at your house it’s getting very hard to hide your secret relationship from Scott.

You and Isaac wanted to tell the pack about your relationship. You wanted to be able to be together outside closed doors. The problem is you were both terrified of what Scott’s reaction would be. I mean you’d hoped that he would be happy for you two and accept that you loved each other, but you knew that he would probably freak out and it would lead to a huge fight.

Also you really didn’t want to hear Stiles huge blow up about the subject. You’d known Stiles forever and he was a brother to you. He’d probably be more annoying than Scott if he found out.

So the two of you resorted to sneaking around in secret. Kissing each other when no one was around. Smiling at each other across the dinner table. Watching movies and cuddling when you knew no one was home. Which is exactly what you were doing at the moment.

When you got back from school Scott wasn’t home. You saw him get into Stiles jeep at school and speed off. So you and Isaac decided to take the opportunity to spend some time together.

You decided to watch a movie and Issac insisted on watching Star Wars. He always said you were the Princess Leia to his Han Solo. Which you found incredibly adorable.

The two of you were snuggled up in your bed watching the movie. Isaac was almost always the big spoon because he liked the feeling of his arms around you, protecting you. However there was the occasional time where you’d switch and you’d be the big spoon hugging him from behind and comforting him when he got flashbacks of his dad. You hated that man for hurting your precious boy. Isaac didn’t deserve any of the things his father did to him, and you wish you could’ve gone back in time and stopped the abuse.

The movie was currently playing in the background as you and Isaac were kissing. The sound of lightsabers hitting each other echoed around your room as Isaac deepened the kiss pulling you even closer. You moved to straddle his waist as he put his hands on your hips. The moment getting heated very quickly.

You were so caught up in the moment you didn’t hear the car door slam outside. Isaac was too busy focusing on you that he didn’t hear the door open. You were both distracted and didn’t hear the two sets of feet walking up the stairs. You did however hear the door open and a “what the fuck” come from your brother.

You and Isaac both turned and looked towards the direction of the voice in shock. When you saw Stiles with a disgusted look on his face and your brother with an angry and shocked look you jumped off of Isaac’s lap

“Shit... um...I- I can explain.” you stuttered out in shock, not knowing what to say.

“... well go on and explain why you and the scarf addict were eating each others faces.” Stiles yells with a mortified expression.

You chose to ignore Stiles comment and focus on explaining you and Isaac’s relationship to Scott in a way that wouldn’t lead to Scott hitting Isaac.

“Scott I was gonna tell you about us I swear.” you tried to explain.

“‘us?’” he said. “you two are an ‘us’ now?” he asked thoroughly confused.

“We’ve been an us for a while now Scott.” you tried to explain to your brother. “I was just afraid to tell you because I didn’t know how you’d react.”

“You didn’t know how I’d react? I’d say i’m pretty pissed off that my friend is fucking my sister and lying to me about it.” He then makes direct eye contact with Isaac and says “dude that’s my sister.”

“i know it’s your sister Scott, but it’s way more than just sex. I love her.” Isaac confesses to Scott.

“Ew god... can we please stop talking about the two of them doing the nasty.” Stiles says while pretending he’s throwing up.

Deciding to ignore Stiles... again, you continue trying to explain to Scott. “Scott I’m sorry that we lied to you, but I really love him and I didn’t want you to get angry like you are now.”

“Y/N I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me things. I mean ya I was angry at first because I just want to protect you. But seeing how happy Isaac makes you I guess I’ll try and accept your relationship.” He then turns to Issac giving him a deadly look. “But if you hurt her I’ll kill you man.”

“ya me too” Stiles adds in, even though we all know Isaac could rip Stiles to shreds.

Issac just rolls his eyes at Stiles, but then turns to look at Scott. “I swear I won’t hurt her man”

You turn to look at Isaac smiling up at him lovingly. He looks down at you with an equally large grin. You quickly peck his lips.

“ok too soon... cool it with the pda please.” Scott blabbers. He and Stiles start to leave the room. Stiles making a point to open the door wider than before. He then turns around and gives Isaac the ‘i’m watching you’ motion.

When they finally leave you look to Isaac with shock evident on your face. “I can’t believe that didn’t end in a fight.”

“Scott loves me, he’d never fight me..... plus we both know i’d win.” Isaac gloats.

You look up at him clearly not impressed, “you wish big guy.” you say as you pat his chest.

Isaac leans in to you. “I’m strong you know?” He argues.

“bffft I’m stronger” you lie, smiling up at him. “oh really?... you wanna test that theory?” he smirks as he suddenly pins you wrists above your head. He starts to kiss all around your face as you giggle.

He finally finds your lips as you continue your make out session from earlier. However you are interrupted again by Stiles walking by your room yelling “HEY THREE INCH MINIMUM... IM WATCHING YOU LAHEY.”

[mysticalbanshee]

If you died in Allison’s place - Teen wolf Preference

Requested by: anonymous

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I will only do the guys who were in that episode

Stiles Stilinski

Scott Mcall

Isaac Lahey

Derek Hale

Chris Argent

Aiden

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

male character posters ➜ isaac lahey

↳ "For half of my child hood I was locked in a freezer, so being helpful is kind of a new thing for me”

[souloben]

glad you came [isaac lahey]

Anonymous said: Hey, how's your day going? Have you done anything nice this summer? If your requests are still open then could you please write an isaac imagine where you find out he's a werewolf and so you avoid him and the pack because you're scared? And then he climbs through your window in your room to confront you and then a bit of angst and then finish with fluff??? Sorry it's a lengthy request

Hello, my day’s going really nicely thanks to Teen Wolf. :) Thank you for your request, I hope this lives up to what you wanted. Have a great day!

Golden. Yellow. Glowing. Isaac’s usual ocean blue eyes had transformed into terrifyingly different ones, a fiercely bright yellow that pierced whatever came into his view. Y/N felt her stomach drop as she took in the boy’s transformation, a look similar to that of a..werewolf? She shook her head, blinking furiously in an attempt to wipe away the view of his eyes. Still, they remained glowing and yellow. Isaac himself seemed to be completely fueled by a sudden rage, sparked by only a simple sarcastic comment added by Stiles. He found the spastic boy irritating, sure, but never so much that he’d lose all self control. 

“Isaac?” Scott’s voice was concerned, his worry on a much deeper level than even Y/N’s. She was just confused. “Isaac, come on, we gotta leave.” He slung an arm around the angered boy, supporting him as they hurried down the hallway. Stiles quickly followed, his expression incredibly worried, too. 

“What the hell is going on?” Y/N couldn’t hide the unavoidable fear in her voice as she stumbled over to the three boys. “Isaac?” She repeated his name multiple times, all responded to with a low growl. She got a brief glance of Isaac’s transformation, the sweat dripping from his forehead as his features distorted. Sharp claws grew from his fingers, ones that he quickly embedded into his palms. Blood dripped onto the floor, leaving small puddles behind him.

All the color drained from Y/N’s face, and her breathing was fast and ragged. “What’s going on?” She demanded, her voice resulting in a scared whimper more than a firm, insistent order. Her legs felt like jelly beneath her, and she feared they’d buckle if she stayed standing any longer. A pained yell, almost animalistic could be heard from Isaac’s direction, causing Y/N’s blood to run cold as ice. Giving in to the strong instincts that threatened to control her limbs, she ran, or rather-stumbled, out of the school. Her locker was left swinging aimlessly as she ran as fast as possible. 

Tears ran down Y/N’s face, hot and constant. Her knowledge of the ‘supernatural’ had now reached an all time confusion level. Scott had tried, Stiles had tried, Lydia had tried. Hell, even Allison had tried to explain the complete mess of the situation. Nothing worked and Y/N avoided her friends at all costs. Not even to mention Isaac, who she hadn’t spoken to since the day it happened. She was, ultimately, terrified. Before now, she’d believed werewolves belonged in fairytales and horror stories. In fantasies, not cold hard reality. The fact that her boyfriend supposedly was one just scared her further.

The sudden tapping on Y/N’s window awoke her from her ‘wallowing in self pity’ state, and she waited a few seconds to see if the tapping would repeat. When it did, only this time a more insistent pounding, she started edging towards her window. It was only as she caught a brief reflection of herself as she passed her mirror that Y/N quickly wiped away the tears that graced her cheeks. 

“Isaac?” She yelped in surprise as her boyfriend was visibly trying to climb through her window. Lifting the latch and opening it, she watched with wide eyes as he landed on her carpet with a great thud. a light laugh escaped from her lips before she could prevent it, and Isaac gave her a winning smile as he slowly got up. His blonde curls were ruffled, and Y/N felt a sudden urge to run her fingers through them like she usually would. “What are you doing here?” She questioned, quickly remembering the situation. 

He stood tall and awkward, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I came to talk to you about..” Y/N folded her arms and pursed her lips, a sudden rush of anger running through her. “About how you lied to me?” She suggested. He tilted his head awkwardly, struggling to find words. “Look, Y/N, there’s no excuse for that. I just want to-” “To explain to me what all this is? Why the hell you turned into some kind of..animal? Because please, go ahead. I’m all ears.” She ranted, her words making Isaac wince. “You have every right to be angry. If you’d just try to understand..” He started, avoiding her gaze. Y/N opened her mouth to retort, but paused as he reached out to take her hand. “That I love you, and I didn’t tell you about it because I thought I was keeping you safe. I’m sorry.” 

His words silenced Y/N, and the two conversed for a while with just their eyes. She gently squeezed his hand and allowed a slight smile to cross her features. “I wish you’d told me sooner, but I get it.” She eventually said, encouraging a wider smile from Isaac. He leaned in and placed a soft, hesitant kiss onto her lips. In response to his action, she led him towards the bed. The two of them sat on the edge, Isaac’s arm wrapped around Y/N’s waist. “Can I.. Can I see your eyes?” She said finally, clasping and unclasping her hands nervously. Isaac looked taken aback for a moment, but nodded slowly. 

He turned to face her, catching her gaze before closing his blue eyes. Y/N breathed out slowly, preparing herself for the sight that had previously scared her to death. His eyes opened, the eyelashes that framed them fluttering hesitantly. They were golden yellow, the same as she’d seen that day, but they didn’t scare her anymore. They were unnatural, different, but Y/N knew deep down that they were still Isaac’s eyes. 

She watched him, fascinated, and found herself tracing the curve of his cheekbone, the cupid’s bow of his top lip. Exploring every inch of his face, his body. He responded by leaning in and matching his lips to hers. Their kiss deepened, the two of them melting against each other’s touch. 

He held her face in his hands, and hers were tangled in the curls of his hair. “Did I say I love you too?” Y/N said, her voice muffled as he quickly pressed his lips to hers again. She could feel the corners of his mouth lift as he smiled into the kiss, his eyes visibly crinkling with happiness. “And Isaac?” Y/N added, pulling away from him by a few inches. “Yes?” She planted one last kiss on his cheek, grinning when the area grew pink after her lips left it. He looked down, attempting to hide the blush. “I’m glad you came.” 

[bonniebird]

Isaac x Reader

Requested by Anon

“Isaac!” You gasped when you spotted his face and dragged him towards the girl’s bathroom, insisted he waited as you got some tissue and dampened it to make it cold before grabbing some dry paper and hurrying out to him.

 “It’s ok (Y/N), it doesn’t even hurt.” He winced when you gently put the damp tissue on his eye.

“It’s not ok Isaac.” You sighed and let him pull you into a hug.

 “I just have to wait until I’m old enough and I can leave.” He whispered, making you pull away and frown.

 “You could tell Sherriff Stilinski he’d help you.” you offered but Isaac shook his head.

 “It’s not really Dad’s fault I mean I did…” he started but you cut him off with a sweet kiss, almost toppling as you stoop on your tiptoes as high as you could.

 “It isn’t your fault Isaac.” You stroked his hair, clutching his hand when he jumped at the bell ringing.

 “I have to go home early so I can’t walk you home after school… will you be ok?” He asked worriedly and you cracked a smile.

 “Sure, I can walk with Erica.” You hugged him tightly before letting him reluctantly pull away and walk you to class.

********************* 

 You watched as Isaac relished in the girls that had flocked around him, a smirk plastered on his face as he flirted playfully. When he spotted, you he smiled and jokingly excused himself.

 “Hey.” He hummed, instead of kissing you like he used to him just stopped next to you, winking at one of the girls who hurried past him.

 “Isaac what is going on with you, you’re hardly ever home or at school and your kind of being a jerk.” You sighed, stopping when he shrugged and walked off.

 “Had stuff to do.” He grumbled.

 “But you didn’t even come to our date night and you used to…” You started but he cut you off by pressing a finger to your lips.

 “I know but I didn’t want to go, see you later.” You yelped when he slapped your ass and walked off leaving you alone and flustered.

******************************* 

“Isaac!” You growled under your breath and stomped towards him, finding him hanging around in the school despite nearly everyone having already left. “I’ve had enough, either tell me why you’ve been acting like this or… or… I will never speak to you again.”

 “Yeah right (Y/N), you love me.” He chuckled, letting you lead him to the side.

 “Not enough to keep putting up with this Isaac.” You admitted quietly. “You’ve been a complete ass and you used to be so different, you know what no I can’t do this anymore.”

 “I can’t tell you.” Isaac grunted and slid down the wall, his hands running through his hair. “I’m not supposed to tell anyone and it might be dangerous for you.”

 You slowly wondered over to him and set beside the panicking boy, clutching his hand into your lap as he muttered nonsense. For a moment, you swore a golden yellow glow flowed around where your hands connected, claws seemed to grow over his nails, when you dropped his hand you looked up at him in fright.

 “You’re not human anymore?” You asked and he nodded.

 “How did you do that?” He asked as you shuffled to face him.

 “It’s Beacon Hills Isaac, no one’s normal here.” Your words made him smile and he slowly leant into you, falling asleep and eventually ending up curled up with his head in your lap, whimpering every now and then.

 “Please don’t leave me.” He groaned groggily when you shook him awake so you could take him home with you. “You’re the only thing I have left.”

 “As, long as you stop being mean and a jerk I’ll stay.” You offered and he seemed to glow when he smiled, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he looked up at you.

[blessednereid]

Just Stay~ Isaac Lahey

Randomizing my Prompts to write an Isaac Lahey oneshot, which is probably only gonna make me cry more.

Mentions of: Major character death, spoilers, Cursing, Heartbreak, Marriage and Children, pregnancy, violence in rage cages, confrontation. She/her pronouns. Please notify me for any other mentions I may need to add.

Pairings: Pack x Reader (Platonic Friendship), Stiles x Reader [(brotherly) (If you don’t look like Stiles, you can imagine the reader as adopted, I just like the idea of Stiles as a protective brother.), Isaac x Reader (romantic).

Prompts:  A10 "You came into my world and you made it worse" and A14 "Just stay"

Word count: 3,381 words

~-~-~

Allison is dead. 

She is gone.

And there is nothing we can do to bring her back. 

It hurts like hell.

But what made it worse.

My boyfriend told me the next week he was leaving for France.

And breaking up with me,

Because he can't do long-distance.

~-~-~-~-~

"What do you mean you're leaving?" I said to him, tears running down my face, and he could hear every trickle. He wouldn't even look at me.

"I'm leaving (Y/N), I can't stay here. Mr. Argent is going to France, and I'm going with him."

"Why can't you stay? You don't have to leave. It's not like the McCall's won't let you stay at their place."

"It's not that," he sighed, exasperated at my attempts to make him stay.

"Then why can't you stay? Just stay with me." He turned to face me at that. 

"(Y/N) I can't do it. This town is full of death and pain. My dad, Erica, Boyd, Allison, Aiden. DON'T YOU SEE?" his voice was full of hurt. "I can't sit around and wait for someone else to die, for me to get closer, and for them to die. I can't do it (Y/N)."

"Isaac… your pack is here. We're here. I'm HERE!"

"But for how much longer? How much longer until you die too (Y/N)?" He turned back around and continued packing. "I don't think this is going to work."

"What? What do you—?" The tiny beaver dam holding my tears had already burst, but the floodgates holding back my sobs had just cracked at his words.

"Isaac, what do you mean?" Complete silence.

"(Y/N) I can't wait for you to die. And I sure as hell can't protect you from five and half thousand miles away." His voice was just above a whisper, but it was enough for me to hear.

I sobered up, my tears stopped coming, my heart dropped, but it wasn't as erratic as before.

"So that's it then. You're just giving us up?"

He said, "Just leave (Y/N)... you can't change my mind on this."

"No. Say it, and say it to my face. Say it, and I'll leave, but I need you to say it." I choked up in between words but managed to get the sentence out nonetheless.

He turned around. "I'm breaking up with you. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"No, It's just what we both needed to."

I turned on my heels and left. I immediately went to Lydia's house. 

The music playing on the radio sounded all the same to my ears, no matter how different the melody. 

I didn't look back. If he wanted to leave, I would let him go. I knew I didn't deserve that. But that realization didn't prevent the way I felt for the next month to come. 

~-~-~

Lydia and Kira tried putting me back out there, setting me up with other guys. Many people tried to break down the walls I put up, but Stiles, being the overprotective brother he is, never let them get close. Every time Isaac came up in a conversation, Malia would swear to the air. Giving empty threats to no one in particular, seeing as how he was never coming back.

I don't think I ever fully healed. He always came back to my thoughts, it was senior year's end, and I still thought of Isaac from time to time. Fondly or otherwise, it really depended on my mood. 

I still thought of him coming back, apologizing, us getting married after college, settling down in the suburbs of California, and having a family. Our kids, a boy and a girl loving their fun and witty Uncle Stiles so much they ask for him to come over all the time. 

"Uncle Stiles!" Grace and Tyler shouted and jumped away from their toys when he walked into the room. 

Isaac stood behind me, his hand on my stomach where our next child rested. He chuckled, his face buried in my neck, lightly nipping at the skin in between my neck and shoulder. 

"How are my favorite niece and nephew?"

"Silly Uncle Stiles! We're your only niece and nephew." Gracie, who was seven, stated as-a-matter-of-factly. 

"That doesn't mean you're not my favorites," he sassed before extending both of his hands and tickling them, where they fell to the floor. 

"Come on, let's leave them be." I turned to Isaac before backing out of the room.

As I said, I was about to graduate, and I still thought about him. 

But on days near the full moon, where my "bloodlust is heightened" as Stiles would say, I would go to rage cages to take out my anger. Often imagining the objects to be Isaac's head. His gorgeous head, but soon blasted to smithereens.

I walked into the building, people wore goggles and other protective equipment. I paid my fees, accepted the safety suit and the wooden baseball bat, and walked towards the room. The room with the breakable shit that would soon be shattered for my sick enjoyment. Because that's what heartbreak can do to you. 

SMASH

There goes a plate, but to me, it was his head.

The sound of glass breaking resonated through the room. 

That was a TV, but to me, it was his gut.

A dull thud

But that time, it was the wall. 

Sometimes when I saw my friends who were happy in their relationships. Sweet moments they shared would make me think of my relationship with Isaac and wonder if that's how they felt when they were heartbroken. When Isaac and I would be doing lovey-dovey things in front of them. 

"ISAAC STOP! PUT ME DOWN NOW!"

He was spinning me round and round. My torso was leaning over his shoulder onto his backside, and my legs were dangling by his chest.

"No can do, princess!" 

"Isaac, this isn't fair. Stop it!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Hmm…. How about… I'll literally kill you?"

"Fine." 

He set me down on my feet on solid ground, and very dizzy at that, he still pulled me in for a passionate kiss. And the world stood still. 

He always knew what I needed and how I was feeling. 

But that didn't stop him from walking out of my life without a second thought or notice.

I remember when Mr. Argent came back, and I was frantically asking where Isaac was.

"Mr. Argent! Hello!"

"Hello (Y/N)."

"How have you been holding up recently."

"Life has been as good as life can be."

Beat. 

"Um�� Forgive my inquiry…" I hesitated. "Did Isaac come back with you, by any chance?"

"No, he preferred to stay in France. I'm sorry." My heart dropped

"Oh. Well, has he asked about us? About me?"

The deafening silence made my heart stop completely.

"Oh. Ok then. Nice having you back." I ran before he could say anything

~-~-~

It was graduation.

After the ceremony, we had a party in the backyard of Lydia's house. I guess it was to celebrate, not graduating, but making it through high school alive.

And guess who decided to show up.

Isaac Lahey.

In a fucking black suit, with a white collared shirt, with white tulips in his fucking hands.

I didn't notice him at first. Not until Stiles' fist connected with his jaw.

"Ok, I deserved that." Blood from his lip started running down his chin.

We made eye contact, and I wished we hadn't. His face softened and reminded me of every single time he told me he loved me.

My legs started walking to him mindlessly. I didn't even know what they were doing. It was as if I was a doll being controlled by someone else.

When I got to him, he reached out to me. I responded by slapping his hand away and bringing my fist to the other side of his face.

"There. It's even."

~-~-~

He'd been here two weeks. 

I hadn't uttered a single syllable to him since 'It's even' I had run back inside to Lydia's bathroom and locked myself in there. Lydia, Malia, and Kira came to my rescue a little bit later with all my comfort foods. We watched stand-up comedy movies until we passed out. 

I didn't know who kicked out Isaac, and I didn't want to know. Stiles just came to the room a little bit after I left to tell me he was gone. He didn't say anything else. 

I thought I could get away with not talking to Isaac for the rest of eternity, but I was hit with reality sooner than I thought. 

My phone lit up with a message from an "Unknown ID." All it said was, 'I'm outside.' 

I put on my sandals and walked outside to my front door, where the sapphire-eyed love of my life stood, eyeing me as though his life depended on it. 

"You do know I have a gun inside that Mr. Argent gave me, right?" I bluffed. 

"Your heartbeat jumped, so either you're lying, or you're excited to see me and wouldn't use it anyway."

"Fuck you."

"There's the (Y/N) I knew all those years ago."

"Yeah, before you left and never said anything after that." 

"You're an asshole, you know that?" I deadpanned, squinting my eyes when a breeze blew past me.

He was attractive, and I couldn't deny it. 

He was wearing a cardinal red and gold hoodie. The jumper read the words "Stanford University." Just my luck that we would end up going to the same school.

"You know that I never meant to hurt you." 

"No, you just wanted to save your own ass from a natural human emotion of grief and instead had me experience so fucking much of it in your absence."

"Do you know I still remember the entirety of our last conversation?" I continued. "The one that ended with you telling me you were breaking up with me?

He looked at me solemnly. 

"You gave me no heads up, no warning. I just walk into your room at Scott's house and find you packing. If I hadn't gone there, I wouldn't have known."

He looked at the ground. I began stomping towards him.

"You can't just show up here and expect everything to be normal again, Isaac," I shouted. "You can't show up here and expect everything to be ok without addressing the fucking issue."

Nothing, his eyes, and the air around him reflected shame, but he said absolutely nothing. 

"LOOK AT ME!" 

"Look at what you did. You changed my world, but you made it worse."

"I'm sorry. I was a coward. And an imbecile." He paused.

"I took the easier way out because I was scared." "I didn't want to have to see you die, so I let you go. And then Chris told me what happened and how you almost did, and I fucking regretted leaving you so much."

I stared at him lifelessly. 

"I was an idiot, and I'm still an idiot, but I'd never have  forgiven myself if something were to happen to you and I couldn't tell you that I—"

I interrupted. "Just stop. Don't. You don't get to come back here and tell me that you love me. If you loved me, you would have stayed. You wouldn't have left me to mourn you as if you died. Because that's what you did. You left, and you didn't say a word," I ranted. "If you loved me, you wouldn't have done to me exactly what you were scared of. I loved you endlessly. I was there with you for everything, with your dad, when you shifted for the first time. I even got into a fight with my brother for you. When everyone died, I WAS THERE WITH YOU. You aren't the victim here. You certainly don't get to act like you are." 

A quietness passed between us, and all that could be heard was the breeze. I walked back into my house without another word, disgusted at myself, n0t for what I said, but how I felt. 

No matter how much I could deny it, I was still in love with the bastard. I still wanted to jump into his arms and cuddle with him and kiss him all over his face. I had always wanted that with him, but he broke me, and I was still hurt.

~-~-~

No matter how much I could deny it, I was still in love with the bastard. I still wanted to jump into his arms and cuddle with him and kiss him all over his face. I had always wanted that with him, but he broke me, and I was still hurt. 

Another few weeks had passed before I saw Isaac again.  It was July. In two months, we would all be going to college. It just so happened that both of us got into one of the most difficult universities to get into across the country. So, at the moment,  I was currently hating the universe. At least Lydia would also be there. 

There was a pack meeting we all had to attend, so we had to meet at Derek's loft. 

I got dressed in a navy blue jean jacket, a white thrashers t-shirt, light wash jeans, and combat boots. 

I got into Roscoe, and Stiles drove us to the loft. He tried to make small talk, but my mind was somewhere else, somewhere it shouldn't have been.

"Hey (Y/N), When do you think is a good time to name the baby now that we know he's a boy?" 

"Hm… how about when you pay your dues for the bet?"

"I thought we weren't doing the bet anymore, love?" 

"No, we were. You only tried to drop out when you found out you lost, and then you tried to bow out because you didn't wanna pay. "

He chuckled and tightened his grip around me, bringing me closer to him. 

"Fine, you won fair and square. You'll have your fifteen dollars on your nightstand by tomorrow morning. Now can we please cuddle?" he whined. 

"Mhm… yes! Yes, we can."

Stop it. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't want (Y/N). 

When Stiles pulled up to the complex, he pulled out his phone and started typing what I assumed was a text message.

We started walking up to the front door, and when we entered, there was no one to be found. Absolutely no one in sight except Stiles and me standing in the door frame.

We went upstairs to find everybody else and almost gave up until the last door.

Everybody else was in there, but so was Isaac. Standing there in a grey shirt and black jeans. Pictures of us taken by either ourselves or by our friends throughout our relationship. Everyone was backed against the walls, but he stood there in the center looking at me, and I knew this entire thing was a set-up.

"Stiles?"

He sighed.  "Just listen to what he has to say, ok? I already tried kicking the shit out of him."

I gulped, but I stood there, feeling very out of place and very betrayed.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the black leather book he held in his hands.

"I have something to say before I tell you what it is," Isaac whispered.

"Isaac, I don't have time for this."

"Please?" He was desperate, and I'm pretty sure everyone in the room could tell, but nobody was looking at him. Everyone was looking at me.

I nodded towards him reluctantly.

"I wanted to write to you. To call you every day. I wanted to come back with Mr. Argent, but I knew you would hate me, and I couldn't bear to see that look on your face, even though I knew it was my fault." He tried looking into my eyes, but I wouldn't let him, looking at everyone in the room beside him.

"I left, and I broke your heart. I know that, and I thought that because I broke your heart, you'd never want to see me again. No matter how much my heart begged to be with you, I wouldn't let it. Because that wasn't what you deserved."

He lifted up the book, and I stared at it curiously.

"So I kept this, and I filled it with everything I wanted to say to you. Stories about my day, times I remembered things we did, things that reminded me of you, places I wanted to see with you, poems, songs, drawings. Anything and everything I could think of to keep my distance so that I didn't hurt you again."

My eyes started to water, but I wouldn't let the tears fall, unlike last time.

"And I'm so fucking selfish for saying this, but I  keep hurting myself trying to stay away from you. And I don't want to do it anymore. Because if I'm with you, at least I can try to take away the pain I'll end up causing you. But if you're not with me, there's no one to take away mine."

He opened the book to a bookmarked page and started reading.

"Eyes as big as Venus

"As enchanting and magnetic 

"as the moon to the tides

"With her heart so divine

"I'm caught like a spider,

"In charlotte's web."

I bit my lip. As cheesy as it may be, he wrote a poem for me.

"Good morning, love. I just thought of what a future with you would be like." He paused. "Probably full of adventure. You would probably want to go exploring the world after college. All I would want is to have you around. I was thinking maybe when we're older we could have a baby. Start our own little family."

Fuck.

"I was thinking if we have a boy we could name him Noah, for your dad, and a girl we could name her Claudia, after your mom and that pen pal you told me about who you were very close with. In all honesty, I just want to wake up with you in my arms and go to sleep just the same. I love you."

A tear slipped. I think I'm about to pass out.

“"I've been planning to come back for a while, love. I was just a coward who didn't want you to hate him any more than he knew you already did. So I stayed. But I'm here now. And I'm not leaving this time. I don't care what you say, I'll always be there for you when you need a shoulder to cry on, or someone to laugh with, or talk about your book that no one else has read with. I'm always gonna be that person for you because I'm so in love with you, it hurts. And it hurts, even more, to be away from you, and I just can't do it anymore. So I'll be in your life in every capacity that you will let me." 

Apparently, I had started walking towards him. Who keeps controlling my feet like this?

Tears were coming out of my eyes, and I wanted to scream.

"Fuck you. Fuck you for leaving me and then coming back and pulling this bullshit."  

I turned to my friends. "And fuck you guys for tricking me into this crap." I turned back to Isaac. "But most of all? Fuck you for being so goddamn addicting that after nearly 2 fucking years, I'm still so in love with you even after all you've done to me, I would let you back into my heart.

“Because that is what you have done, Isaac Lahey. You have worked your way back into your home in my heart, so if you hurt me again, I swear to all that is good, I'll kill you."

Before I knew it, his right hand was on the small of my back, his left hand on the back of my neck. He pulled me to him and kissed me. The kind of kiss that makes the world pause. The kind where you forget who and what is around you. Even the cheers of your friends as they celebrate their one true pairing reunited and the scoffs of your brother ready to kill someone for his baby sister.

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TEEN WOLF SERIES

Hi! Welcome! Thank you to everyone interested, for giving  me the time of your day to read my works or whatever i post on here. I’m still trying to write a few more chapters for this series but i decided to give you a lilttle sneekpeak of the first chapter. Let me know what you think!

 She hasn't ran this much in her life, not even hunting demons, but when it came to her brother being in danger, every second mattered. She almost tripped a few times as she yelled for her brother, she scolded herself for saying they should split up. Splitting up never ends well in movies but this was no movie. This was real life and her brother's life could be hanging on a thread. She prayed to Angel Raziel that he was not, in fact, dying, that it was a false alarm and she was only imagining it; however her brother's distant groaning and screams of pain told her otherwise.

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Isaac Lahey Dating a s/o who’s a Table Tennis Player and Stiles’s Sister Hc:

° Okay, a recipe for disaster bc your brother and boyfriend literally h a t e each other with a passion.

° So rip to your sanity ig lmaoo.

°  But honestly, the dysfunctionality works in the end because they’re both incredibly protective of you!

° Isaac loves that you play table tennis.

° He helps you practice bc boii’s reflexes are it!

° “Isaac, stop cheating!”

° “Sorry babe, werewolf reflexes...”

° He makes sure that you take adequate breaks regularly during practices bc your dumbass is chaotic and forgets 99.9% of the time.

° Stiles and him show up both with your favorite food, water and a towel, and it’s like that Spiderman meme lmaoo.

° Isaac’s so supportive of you and so is Stiles, which means the whole pack is as well. It can be a bit overwhelming at times.

° Your dad literally tries so hard to stop Isaac and Stiles from embarrassing you and him, but it always ends up futile.

° Isaac claps when you score lmaoo. He’s a fucking dork!

° Before a big tournament, Stiles gives you a big pep talk.

° “Remember, break your opponents legs, like literally.” Stiles states animatedly.

° “No! That’s terrible advice, Stiles!” Scott hisses swiftly.

° “Just ignore your idiot of a brother. You’ve got this, babe.” Isaac states smoothly, a hint of bitter sarcasm dripping from his voice.

° Whenever you win, you, Isaac, your dad and Stiles go out for pizza, though Isaac and Stiles aren’t allowed to sit together or opposite of each other bc at one point they may or may not have kicked each other under the table. Isaac still does it lmaoo.

° Everyone wants Isaac as their boyfriend bc he’s so loving and sweet with you. He’s always showing up after your practices to walk you home, - if Stiles hasn’t beat him with the Jeep, which is highly unlikely -.

° Isaac is always going to be supportive of you no matter what you do because he loves you so much. He admires you a lot for still managing to do something that you love whilst having all of the crap from Beacon Hills on your shoulders as well.

° He does his best to ensure that the darkness of Beacon Hills doesn’t screw up your chances of continuing with table tennis, especially during big games and such.

° Isaac literally goes to every game, unless it conflicts with his lacrosse. Then him and Stiles have to skip out, but that’s okay, because Lydia and Malia always support you!

° Whenever you win, know that there’s a plethora of loving embraces for you afterwards. Isaac tries to sneak you away so he can tell you how proud he is of you without the pack being there to hear it and then tease him profusely for it afterwards.

° If you lose, not to worry, you won’t feel too sad for long bc the pack and Isaac will remind you how amazing you are, expect an ample amount of comfort and love from them.

° Also, Stiles, as your brother, has the duty to always make sure that you’re supported. Stiles will never let you down, even if sometimes he can be a little bit overwhelming.

° Expect both Isaac and Stiles (along with the pack) to be insanely protective of you. You’re essentially the baby of the pack now, lmaoo. good luck!

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Today Was A Fairytale (Isaac Lahey Imagine)

Summary: Isaac takes you on a very romantic date and he treats you like a princess when you had a bad day. 

Pairing: Isaac X Reader 

Warning: Slight Swearing 

Song:  Today Was A Fairytale

Fandom: Teen Wolf 

Season: Maybe Season 2 

A/N: THIS IS AN THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!! Also I’m doing some of the lyrics but I’m not going to use all of it only some… 

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~Today was a fairytale you were the prince, I used to be a damsel in distress~

“Ew look at her, she’s so disgusting.”

“Why is that ugly girl dating an prince like Isaac?“ 

You heard them, Ashley and Veronica. They would bully you all the time because you’re way under Isaac’s league. Yet you’re just way to smart to see that you’re most definitely at level with Isaac. 

Clearly they’re not.

“I bet she forced Isaac to date her?“ 

You never forced him, he asked you. You knew him for so long and you both started to develop feelings for each other. Yet they don’t know that. 

“I should be dating Isaac, not that fag." 

You heard as you then started to walk faster, feeling the tears starting to develop. You then started to run, run away from them pathetic yet pretty girls. 

You run inside a class room as you throw your bag down and went into a corner to hide yourself from. You started to cry louder and louder now, no one can hear your cry for help so why bother? 

Then you hear a door opening and closing as you hear footsteps. You didn’t look up, you didn’t care. 

"Why are you crying?” You hear his voice sounding so soft, and you instantly knew who it was. The way his voice would smooth you, as if he takes you to another planet. 

“Those girls. They’re calling me pathetic and ugly. Heck, they even said that I forced you to date me or that they should be dating you instead of me! I’m so pathetic.” You started bawling now. You feel his arms wrapping themselves around you. 

“You’re so beautiful, yet you have no idea how I feel. Who cares what they think? They’re just jealous bitches, when really you’re a true princess.” He told you, making you have butterflies in your stomach form.

~You took me by my hand and pick me up at six, Today was a fairytale~

He then gets up as he grabs your hand, picking you up from the ground. He looks at you with a smile as you smile weakly. He then moves closer as his thumb is now on your cheeks, wiping away the tears. 

“I’ll pick you up at six?” He said as you smile widely.

“Of course.” You said smiling. 

~Today was a fairytale I wore a dress, you wore a dark grey/gray t-shirt~

You went home and get ready for your date with Isaac. You decided to wear a dress to look nice for Isaac. The dress was short that it reaches above your mid thigh, the colour/color is a beautiful aqua. You wear a pair of black ballerina flats also. You put your H/L hair down as you curl it also, your H/C locks matching the dress. 

You started to put make up on, until you heard the door bell. You look at the time to see that it’s six, but you look back at the mirror to see that you’re a mess you haven’t finished yet. You then heard the door bell again as you get up and answered the door. 

You open the door to see that he’s wearing a dark gray/grey t-shirt and blue jeans. He smiles widely at you as you blush. 

~You tell me that I’m pretty when I look like a mess, Today was a fairytale~

“You look pretty.” He said making you blush and look down. 

“But I look like a mess.” You said as he smiles at you. 

“You look beautiful in anything and anyway.” He said as he lets his arm out waiting for you to grab it, once you did you place your arm in his. And then you start to walk off with your prince. 

~Time slows down, whenever you’re around~

You made it in the forest of Beacon Hills as Isaac drags you over a little stream of water. He picks you up and putting you on the other side without getting wet.  

“Where are we going?” You asked him as he smiles at you. 

“It’s a surprise.” He said as you sigh and pulled your phone out. You also have no signal but the time is 6:20 which surprises you, it felt like an hour has past but clearly not. “Come on, Y/N. We don’t have much longer now!” You hear Isaac call our making you smile as you put your phone back and continue to walk with Isaac to the ’surprise’. 

~But can you feel this magic in the air, it must’ve been the way you kissed me?~   

You finally made it to the place that Isaac hasn’t told you. You gasp as you look at the scene. Fairy lights on the trees as the dazzle and flicker like fireflies. A picnic was set up also, a mat underneath the tree and a basket with plates sits there. It’s like a magical scene. 

“Isaac this is wonderful!” You say as you hug him tightly, jumping into his arms as he catches you. You smile into his shoulder as he lets you go.

“You like it?” He asked you.

“Of course! It’s like a magical scene!” You say happily. 

Then all of a sudden you feel Isaac’s lips onto yours making it even more magical. Your arms travel their way to his neck, as your hands play and twist into his hair. You feel his hands snaking their way towards your waist pulling you in closer. 

You finally let go of each other’s lips to take a breath. You then look up at him with loving eyes as he smiles. He then walks over towards the set up of the picnic. 

“Come on.”

~Fell in love when I saw you standing there, it must’ve been the way~

You watch him standing there as if it’s the same time you first met him. It’s like you’re falling right in love with him again. He smiles at you as you start walking over towards him. 

~Today was a fairytale you got a smile that takes me to another planet~

You sit down as Isaac smiles widely, you smile as if you’re on another planet with his smile like that showing off his perfect teeth and his jawline (his jawline though😱)

~Every move that we make and everything you say is right, Today was a fairytale~

He moves closer towards you as you can feel his hand into your own, you made sure to lock his hold as if he’d never let you go. 

“The sunset is beautiful isn’t?” He said as you smile. 

“You’re right there.” You said as he looks over at you. 

“But I think that it’s not as beautiful as you are.” He said as you crack a smile. 

~Today was a fairytale and all that I can say that today is getting so much clearer~

Your head rest lower so he couldn’t see your blush. But Isaac lifts your chin so he could see you properly as you smile sheepishly. 

Something told you inside that this is right and this made it more clearer for you. You and Isaac are made for each other. But is that possible?

~Nothing made sense till the time I saw your face, Today was a fairytale~ 

You then started to remember all those times before you had met Isaac. You always had struggled a lot when you were younger with school, like completely nothing made sense until you met Isaac. 

~Time slows down whenever you’re around~ 

You then hear your phone go off as you pull away from Isaac’s glance to reach your phone. You see it’s a text from your mother it you looked at the time, it’s only 6:30, but it feels like it’s been so much longer but clearly not.

~But can you feel this magic in the air, it must’ve been the way you kissed me~ 

“Hey, no phones remember?” You heard Isaac complain as you chuckle. You turn to Isaac looking at him as you smirk. 

“It was from my mum/mom, she was asking me what time that I’ll be home.” You said as Isaac smiles as he grabs your waist and lifts you up so you’re on his lap. 

“Did you tell her that you’re on a date with me and you’re only supposed to talk to me because you’re not aloud to use your phone?” He asked you as you smile and laugh at him. 

“Yes and no, she’s my mother Isaac she gets worried about me very quickly.” You said as he smiles heavenly. 

“Remember when I first kissed you?” He asked as you smile, remembering the beautiful moment of you both. 

“It was magical.” 

~Fell in love when I saw you standing there, it must’ve been the way~

“Remember when I first met you?” He asked you as you smile widely as you lay on his chest, listerning to his soft heart beat as it sings a melody.

“It was love at first sight when I saw you standing there.” 

~I can feel my heart, it’s beating in my chest~ 

He looks at you with his crystal blue eyes that takes you to another planet, your heart beat has quicken and you can feel it beating loudly as if it’s going to jump out of your chest. 

~Did you feel it?~

I can’t put this down His hand reaches closer to your face as your heart beats faster and faster. He reaches to your hair and moves it behind your ear, moving away from your face. 

~But can you feel this magic in the air, it must’ve been the way you kissed me~

He leans closer towards you as you feel his lips once again on top of yours. You lean into the kiss, titling your head to the side by a tad to make it more passionate. He moves his body so he is sitting properly as his legs are spread out, his hands on your waist as he pulls you closer towards him leaving no gaps between you both. You snake your hands into his light brown curly hair, twisting your fingers between them. 

~Fell in love when I saw you standing there, it must’ve been the way~

It was like the first time he had kissed you, soft yet passionate and full of love. You can feel the magic between you both getting more powerful. You both depart for air as he looks at you smiling happily. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked you as you smile happily. 

“Starving.” 

“Me too. I brought Mexican.” He said as you laugh and smile at him. 

~Today was a fairytale~

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Who is your first kiss according to your zodiac sign

Aries:  Jackson Whittemore

Taurus: Theo Raeken

Gemini: Aiden

Cancer: Derek Hale

Leo: Jordan Parrish

Virgo: Peter Hale

Libra: Isaac Lahey 

Scorpio: Scott Mcall

Sagittarius: Stiles Stilisnki

Capricorn: Brett Talbot

Aquarius: Boyd

Pisces: Liam Dunbar