#issac lahey imagine

[dazzlinghazefics]

Issac Lahey x Reader : Secrets

Issac Lahey x witch!reader ;

angst ( lil' bit) ;

Issac Lahey had just one friend, i.e., you.

The poor troubled boy always had trouble in his plate with his father after his brother was slain in combat, as Mr. Lahey always blamed his younger son for the elder one's death and there was no form of physical and mental torture he didn't inflict upon.

You were Issac's neighbor and his only escape from the reality.

You both were close knit until the day he became a werewolf, thanks to Derek Hale.

You knew Issac was a werewolf he moment you watched him bump on Scott aggressively in the lacrosse field. The bite had worked.

You were a witch yourself, the bloodline from a famous coven of them, so you knew the supernaturals. And not to mention you knew Derek Hale very well, the new Alpha in town, whom you saw more as an elder brother than a wolf.

You were working with him from the shadows and even if he didn't admit it, Derek knew he wouldn't have lasted long without you, his little witchy by his side.

Although you began contemplating whether it was right to let him be a werewolf while watching Issac taking the school in a storm in leather jackets and cocky attitude.

He had completely turned his back away from you after the bite had transformed him and was hanging out more with his fellow wolves ( as expected.)

What you didn't knew is that Isaac was doing it all just because he didn't want to hurt you or face the thought of you leaving him after knowing what he had become.

You knew deep down your heart that this was bound to happen, but it couldn't stop your stupid freakin' heart from bleeding.

You love him. You love Issac Lahey. You have loved him always.

And couldn't help but be jealous of Erica and the girls Issac flirted with.

How much you wanted to run to him and tell him you know what he is and reveal what you are.

But you couldn't.

Not until it's the time too.

And you resolved to give the same cold treatment he was giving you, after that.

______________________________________________________________

A loud crash was heard as Derek dropped to the ground, unable to get up. Isaac tries to defend his Alpha by charging when Allison comes in front of him and attacks with the ring knives.

What an idiot! you scoff.

The fight and dramatics goes on for a while until you decide to step in when Gerard yells, 'Kill them all!' after his body rejects the bite due to mountain ash.

 'Phasmatos Ossox'. you mumble as your eyes glow purple and the Kanima, aka Jackson's bones start to break with huge sound and he drops Allison.

You let the spell last for a while because you don't want Jackson to die, even though you have a good amount of dislike for him.

'Y/N?' Scott gasps as you step in from the shadows.

'I had a plan too, McCall.' you smirk and send Derek a wink, who smiles smugly, standing up.

'What are you?' Allison asks, between her coughs.

'A witch, sweetheart.' you smirk, cockily. Your attitude catches everyone off guard except the Hales, who knew you were a girl with many shades.

Issac just stays rooted in his spot, shocked.

Peter scoffs in his place, 'Dearest nephew rubbed his dramatic entrances on others very well.'

At the end of the day, after all the drama, you all were in Derek's loft, with you being the centre of attraction, sitting on the table, with your legs dangling and the attitude of 'I own this place.'

'You're a witch? How come we didn't smell you? And why didn't you tell us?' Scott is the one who speaks after a long moment of silence.

'I can mask my supernatural scent very well. I always opted to stay out of trouble but couldn't help but involve when Derek became the Alpha. I owe Talia and him a lot.'

Derek smiles a bit from his spot.

Stiles screeches at the smile and turns to you, ' Why didn't you approach Issac then, when he was pushing you away? You knew right he's a were wolf!'

'Who do you think gave the idea to Derek of giving the bite to Curly?'

A ghostly smile crept on Issac's lips as he continued being silent.

Curly.

The damn old nickname.

And it flickered in him. Hope. Hope of getting you back and then you won't be refused when he'll apologize and ask for forgiveness.

' Am hungry! Der Bear, Mexican tonight!' you yell after the pack had dispersed ( after almost two hrs of interrogation), except Issac, whom you were avoiding, more clearly giving him back what he had given you.

It's going to be a long night.

But in the end, he will get you.

And he'll confess what he had been hiding for years.

#issac lahey #issac lahey imagine #teen wolf imagines #issac lahey x reader #issac lahey x you #teen wolf

[llamaqueenprompt]

Beneath City Lights

Characters: Isaac Lahey and Reader

Not Requested

Word Count: 705

Inspiration: "We’re lying on a desert parking level, watching the stars, but we’re in a big city with too much light, so we end up just watching each other."

“Thought I would find you here,” Isaac looked back, seeing Y/n approaching him slowly.

As she laid down next to him, he just kept on staring at her. They were on a deserted parking level, watching the stars, but they were in a big city, so they ended up just staring at each other.

“Why?”

“What?” she questioned him, not losing eye contact.

“Why did you come with me?” Y/n tried to look away from Isaac but he gently pulled her back by holding her chin. “Please look me in the eye when you answer this.”

“Because…” she linked her lips,” I didn’t want you to come alone.”

“I wasn’t coming alone.”

“Come on Isaac,” she sat up, “Can we just stay here in silence?”

He sat up too, “No, I have been wondering this for a long time, I need answers,”

Y/n just looked at him, how could she explain this without bringing back the pain?

“We weren’t even friends,” she rolled her eyes, “I just want to know why you came with me,”

“Remember after Alison died?” Isaac glanced at the ground for a moment before turning his gaze back to Y/n and nodding.

“You told me you talked to her before she went,”

“Yeah, she asked me two things, the first one to tell Stiles to take care of Scott,” she smiled.

He smiled back remembering their friends they hadn’t seen in a while “And the second?”

“To take care of you no matter what, and that’s what I’m doing, taking care of you,”

“And that implies following me to France?” 

She let out a breathy laugh, “Well, you decided you wanted to move here, so I didn’t have that much of a choice,”

“You could have stayed,”

“I could have,” she lay back down “but it wouldn’t be the same, it would feel wrong,”

“Wrong? How?”, he propped himself up with his arm looking at her.

“I don’t know,” she looked ahead, avoiding eye contact. “it would feel wrong to ignore one of her last wishes like this, it would feel like a betrayal, you know?” she looked back at him.

Isaac had never stopped looking at her. He smiled and softly pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear. How could this woman, who had done more for them than they could ever thank her for, think for a second that she was betraying her friend if she didn’t follow him across the world?

“Y/n, you are crazy,”

“What?” she looked confused at him. Isaac just kissed her forehead and laid down next to her.

As they laid there in the quiet, Y/n could feel the weight of Isaac’s words sinking in. The city hummed with distant sounds, but in that moment, the deserted parking level felt like a sanctuary. She turned her head to look at Isaac, her friend, her confidant, the one who had shouldered the burden of a promise made in the shadow of grief.

Isaac broke the silence, his voice carrying sincerity. “You’re not betraying anyone, Y/n. You’re honoring a promise, just like I am. We’re keeping her memory alive by being here for each other.”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile, a mixture of gratitude and relief playing on her lips. “I guess you’re right. It’s just sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right thing.”

Isaac propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at her. “You’re doing the best you can, and that’s all anyone can ask for. Alison would be proud of you, just like she’d be proud of me for looking out for you.”

Y/n’s eyes softened, and she reached for Isaac’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “Thank you for being here, Isaac. I don’t say it enough, but I appreciate you more than you know.”

Isaac squeezed her hand gently. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. We’re in this together, Y/n, no matter where life takes us.”

They lay there, under the canvas of stars, finding solace in the shared understanding of their journey. The city below continued its restless rhythm, but for Isaac and Y/n, the world had momentarily stilled, giving them a space to heal and remember.

#Issac Lahey #Isaac Lahey x reader #issac lahey imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #x reader #one shot #imagine

[jennyandforest]

To All The Stiles

Stiles Stilinski X Reader X Issac Lahey

Summary // I wondered how would To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before be if it was set in Teen Wolf? Then I made it.  Y/N is Laura Jean, Stiles is Peter and Issac is just added for fun.

PART 1 (don’t ask when part 2 is cause idk)

Author’s note // this does not follow the timeline of the show, I just kind of made it with characters I liked and remember so this is DEF not historically accurate.  

and of course it’s a love triangle ;) 

WARNINGS// teen drinking, drunk kiss, swearing

You frowned at what was supposed to be your lunch from the school cafeteria and pushed the tray slightly away from you. Guess you would just have to wait till you got home to eat. 

You looked around the cafeteria waiting for Stiles and Scott to come when Stiles slams open the door to the cafeteria. He makes a scared expression seemingly not knowing his own strength. He searches the cafeteria crowd for a few minutes, finally his eyes land on you and he begins marching over, clearly on a mission. 

He sits in front of you, “Be my girlfriend” He states rather than asks.

You scoff, “Well hello to you too. I thought you would’ve maybe started off with something like, I don’t know, how has your day been?” You say slowly opening and drinking your water. 

He grunts, closes his eyes and shakes his head quickly, “No I- I mean, pretend to be my girlfriend. I have this new theory I made up,” You hum in response for him to continue, “You see, I think this will work! If I make you my girlfriend, pretend obviously,” 

“Obviously.” You agree 

“I could make Lydia super jealous! So jealous in fact, that she’ll be dying to date me and bam! I have Lydia as a girlfriend!” 

You look up from where you had been digging in your bag and watch him for a couple of seconds. You had been a transfer to Beacon Hills during your sophomore year; the pack instantly took you in and made you feel included. 

“Well?!” He asks impatiently. 

“I think it’s the worst idea ever. And anyways wouldn’t Lydia be more turned off that you have a girlfriend? Wouldn’t that make her go ‘whoa! he’s taken. Don’t want to mess with their relationship.’ And even if it did work, what would I get out of it?” 

Stiles scoffs, “Like I haven’t thought of that? And you’ll get-“ 

You stop paying attention as Issac Lahey enters the cafeteria with all the new popular kids that seemed to turn gorgeous overnight. It was like they were on one of those makeover shows you and Allison watch together, super bizarre. You have been swooning over Issac as soon as he had his transformation. What could you say? The man was hot! And he knew it! It was like he was walking on air. And the way the light hits his chestnut curls. And the way his lips are plum and pink and you could only imagine what was under that shir-

“Y/N. Y/N… Y/N!” Stiles yells at you as you openly gawk at Isaac. 

“Hmm?” You hum when Stiles puts his hands in front of your face. 

“Wow, I didn’t realize you have the hots for Issac…” Stiles says with an unreadable expression. 

You fluster, “What? I- I… No! I don’t- I-“ You falter and sign. “Okay, yeah, whatever.” 

Stiles continues to stare at you for a while, his face still unreadable. A second later he snaps out of it, “Uh, but yeah! Yeah! That’s good! That means if we go through with this we could even make Issac jealous and then you could be with him!” 

You let out a breath and look from Stiles to Issac. Issac, leaning back in his chair, clearly not a trouble in the world, surrounded by other good looking people all chatting and laughing. 

Who knows this may actually work. And what’s the worst that could happen? Sure, Stiles was just a good friend but you’ve seen him go on dates and he treated each girl amazing. 

You make a face as you contemplate more while Stiles sits on the edge of his seat staring at you, eager for your answer. 

You lick your lips and sigh, “What’s Scott gonna say?” 

“YES!” Stiles yells, pumping his fist in the air.

You widen your eyes and look around seeing if people were staring, they were. “Stiles!” You whisper yell. “Stop, people are staring!” 

“Oh! Let them stare!” Stiles booms still on a high. 

You scoff and hide your face as more people stare. 

“What’s going on?” Scott’s ask as he stands next to the table, looking around.

“Oh, just that me and Y/N are now a thing!” Stiles starts off saying then yells the end, announcing it to everyone. 

Your eyes go big and you feel your face start to heat up. You look over to where Issac is sitting and notice him staring toward your direction, slightly smirking. 

“What?! I didn’t even know you two liked each other!” Scott says surprised. 

“We were keeping it a secret.” Stiles coos, taking your hand and kissing it. Your cheeks grow rosy and you snap your hand back. Scott frowns. 

“Uh, Stiles, sweetie,” you say through a forced smile getting up from the table and grabbing your bag.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He coos coming toward you. 

“I think we need to have a little talk.” You fake coo through a forced smile. 

“Oh, talk about wha-“ Stiles gets cut off by you grabbing his shirt in your fist and dragging him out the cafeteria. 

Stiles laughs and looks at Scott’s confused face, “She can’t get enough of me!” 

Y/N drags Stiles all the way to a secluded table in the gardens of the school. Y/N throws her bag on the table and laughs in disbelief. “What?” Stiles asks, clueless.

“What the fuck was that back there?” You ask in disbelief. 

“Oh! I wanted to announce it and let everyone know. Then I laid it on thick.” Stiles grinned ear-to-ear, obviously proud of himself. 

You stared at him with crazy eyes. “Oof, you’re giving me crazy eyes… I don’t know why…” 

“Okay! We need rules!” You demand.

Stiles furrows his eyebrows, “Rules?” 

“Yes, I can’t do this if you're going to act like that and we need to set boundaries.” 

Stiles sighs and sits down at the table, “Fine, what kind of rules.” 

“Okay,” you sit down too, “first of all, no cringey pet names.” 

Stiles nods, “Okay I can do that.” it grows quiet as the both of you think, “Oh! I’ll pick you up before and after school.” 

You stare at him confused, “But Stiles, I have my own car…  And plus I get out super late because of Volleyball.” 

Stiles shakes his head. “Nope, it's non negotiable. It’s what a boyfriend would do.” 

You both sit in silence thinking. “Mmm!” Y/N pipes up, “No kissing on the mouth.” 

Stiles makes a face of horror, “What? No kissing? How are people going to believe we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?!” 

“You could still kiss me on the cheek or forehead but not on the mouth.” 

“What…” Stiles mumbles in disbelief, looking around trying to make sense of anything. 

“Yes, we’re doing this Pretty Woman style.” 

“You know in Pretty Woman she lets him kiss her, like, in the middle of the movie!” He tries to argue. 

You shake your head. “Nope, it’s non negotiable.” You smirk using his line back at him.

Stiles narrows his eyes at you then grunts, “Fine! But that means you’re coming with me to Lydia’s birthday party.” 

Whoa! Lydia’s birthday party was the annual party where all teens got drunk and had sex upstairs in the rooms. She only threw these giant parties if it was going to be packed, if it wasn’t going to be wild she would cancel them.

But the more you thought of it, the more certain you were that this thing between you and Stiles would be long over. So, that’s the only reason why you tell him, “Okay. Let’s do this.” 

He nods and puts his hand out for you to shake. You snort a laugh then go to shake his hand. 

~*~ 

You were home sitting at your kitchen bar counter having breakfast, texting Allison everything that happened between you and Stiles. You knew you were supposed to keep it a secret but Allison is your best friend. You guys tell each other everything. When you overheard your mom mumble. 

“¿Qué está haciendo él?” What is he doing. 

You turn around in your chair and see where your mom is looking out the window, to find Stiles coming out of his jeep with a bouquet of pink roses. Your eyes widen in horror. No, no, no, no! You wanted to leave your mom out of this! 

Your mom turns to face you with a questionable look on her face. “When were you going to tell me you are going out with him?” 

“U-uh- uh, uh,” you stammer looking for an answer. The doorbell rings. You and your mom stare at the front door, both not moving. 

Your mom goes to open the door. “Hi Ms. Y/L/N. I’m here to pick up Y/N.” 

Your mom furrows her eyebrows at him, “Why? Is there something wrong with her car?” 

You stifle a laugh as Stiles starts to stutter. “Ah, n-no, well, I-it's just that, Y-Y/N and I are k-kinda going out.” 

Your mom turns to look at you with her eyebrows raised. 

You let out a breath and gave her a shy smile. “Uh… yeah.” You tell her. 

“Hmm.” Your mom goes and leaves the foyer and goes upstairs leaving you and Stiles alone. As soon as she’s gone you instantly shoot Stiles and ‘what the hell’ look as he shrugs his shoulders, looking around wide-eyed and nervous.

You take the flowers and throw them on the kitchen counter and grab your bag. You walk and push Stiles out the door and to the Jeep. “Bye, mom!” You call out before closing the door and locking it. 

You sigh and look at Stiles like he’s insane. “Why the hell did you bring me a bouquet of flowers?!” You whisper yell as to not let your mom overhear, knowing she’s probably already watching from the front window. 

“I thought it would be a nice touch!” Stiles whisper yells back, exacerbated. 

“Okay! G-get in the car.” You still whisper yell. You and Stiles both fake smiles and get in the car as you see your mom standing in the front window now staring at the both of you. 

Stiles goes to start the Jeep only for the engine to sputter. You let out a defeated sigh and mumble, “Oh god..” 

“Don’t worry. It’ll start up right now.” Stiles tries the engine again, it again fails. You look up and see your mom still staring at the both of you. “Okay Stiles! Let’s go!” 

He scoffs, “You don’t see me trying?!” 

“Aww, shit.” You mumble defeated trying to ignore your mom’s piercing gaze. 

Stiles tries again, this time the engine roaring to life. He laughs in disbelief, “Ah, ah. Okay and we’re off.” 

You were starting to think this fake relationship would be a terrible idea. 

~*~

You and Stiles walked into the school with Stiles’ arm draped over you. To say everyone was staring would be an understatement. People were turning around and gawking. Then they would whisper in their groups. “When did they get together?” “I thought they were only friends?”  

You could feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. You never had this much attention on you. You turned down a hallway where Issac was up against a locker surrounded by people, laughing. You stared at him and he actually looked back at you. You were taken aback at him openly looking you up and down. Stiles saw this too and frowned. He moved his arm from around your shoulders down to your waist, pulling you into him more. You looked up at Stiles’ face to see him slightly glaring at Isaac. All Issac did back was deepen his smirk.

Further along the hallway you saw Lydia talking with a group of girls. Her attention catches when she sees you and Stiles, immediately she loses her train of thought leaving the girls in the group confused. 

Wow, holy shit. Stiles’s stupid plan was actually working. You couldn’t believe it! 

You and Stiles stop in front of your algebra class. He leans down toward your ear and whispers, “Nice job.” 

You look up at him as he hands you a folded piece of paper. He smiles when you take it. He watches as you head into class, giving a quick glance towards Lydia’s direction. His smile deepens as he notices her staring. 

~*~

It was now afternoon and the school day was coming to a wrap. You were in your last class of the day (chemistry) before volleyball practice would start soon. You had this class with Allison and also, to your constant attempts not to stare, Issac. 

“I’m going to go get more test tubes.” Allison told you, you nodded, not taking your eyes away from the chemical you were pouring into the beaker. 

“So… you and Stiles.” A smooth voice says next to you.

You snap your head to your side and see Issac sitting in Allison’s lab stool, casually leaning on the counter of the chemistry lab with the most charming smile on his face. 

Your eyes shoot open wide as you snap your head back toward the front and slam the glass beaker a little too hard on the counter. 

“Huua.” A noise escapes your mouth. You immediately clear your through. “Uh- I mean, h-hey Issac.” 

His smile widens. “So you and him are together? Or was that just him clinging onto you with that little crush he has?” 

Crush? Stiles never had a crush on you. It was always Lydia. Or at least that’s what you thought. 

“Y-yeah. We got together recently.” You turn your head to see his reaction.

He hums. “Surprised he managed to get someone like you.” He very quickly looks your body up and down that most wouldn’t have caught him, but you did. 

Your cheeks flush as a small smile plays on your lips. You both stare at each other, smiling softly. Your stomach does somersaults as his blue eyes bore into yours.

“Hey, they only had these old test tubes.” Allison announces not realizing the moment she’s ruining. 

“I-“ you begin but Issac cuts you off. 

“I should get back to my lab partner, but, I’ll see you around.” He smirks as he gently pinches your cheek and leaves. 

You freeze and slowly turn your head to Allison as she looks at you with wide eyes. 

She lets out a breathy laugh, “Did I just really stumble upon that?” 

“Please tell me what you saw because I don’t even think I believe it…” 

“I guess the plan is working?” 

You grin and turn back around to your project. 

After school Stiles waits for you in front of the Jeep, deep in conversation with Scott. So deep that he and Scott don’t notice you walking toward them.

“But that’s what I’m saying! Seeing her reaction to things is starting to make me feel attrac-“

“Hey guys!” You interrupt clueless to what Stiles was about to confess. 

Stiles stutters caught by surprise. “H-h-hey Y/N.” 

“What were you guys talking about?“ 

“Nothing!” Both the guys quickly yell. 

You furrow your eyebrows looking between them suspiciously. “Okay…” you shake your head, “Stiles! I have to say this plan is fucking brilliant! It’s working so well! Issac was all over me today in chemistry and-“ 

“Whoa! What do you mean all over you?” Stiles frowned. 

“Well, like, he physically wasn’t… But his eyes were!” You grinned and spread out your arms as you dreamily looked at the sky. You let out a gentle breath, “Is… is this what love feels like?” You snort a laugh, joking around. You look back down at the two boys staring at you with stunned expressions. 

“Joke! Joke! It was a joke!” You exclaimed, putting your hands up in surrender. 

“Uh… yeah… I’m gonna head out.” Scott announces quickly leaving you alone with a now upset Stiles. 

“Alright, where do you want to eat? Mine, yours, or out?” You turn your head to the side as you question him. 

He frowned, “I don’t care.” 

“Okay… Then let's go to that new restaurant in old town?” You ask.

He only nods in return. You furrow your eyebrows as you both get into the jeep. What was his deal? This was his idea after all. Did he just not want to hang out with you? 

You both sat in silence as Stiles drove to the restaurant. You in confused silence, Stiles in angry silence. 

You were halfway to the restaurant until you finally cracked and broke the silence, “Okay, what the hell is your problem? You’ve been acting like a passive aggressive jerk.” 

His eyebrows shot up as he let out a loud scoff, “Me? You're the one throwing yourself on Issac when, shall I remind you, you have a boyfriend!” He exclaimed the last part. 

Now it was your turn to let out a loud scoff, “A fake boyfriend! And I don’t see why that’s a problem when that was the specific reason you, yeah, it was you if I have to remind you, came up with this plan!” 

He sat staring at the road in annoyed silence, knowing you were right. It was his plan. But he didn’t expect to feel jealousy whenever he saw you with Issac or heard news about the two of you. He could only imagine that cocky bastard using sweet nothing liners on you and you completely falling for it. It made his blood boil. His fist tightened on the steering wheel just at the thought of it. 

It was your plan, he thought. Why did he even create this stupid idea? Oh, right, Lydia. Was Lydia really worth all this? Stiles furrowed his brows as he contemplated. He did create this idea on the day Lydia wore her new skirt to class. He shifted in his seat, remembering her legs and the skirt that hardly covered her. Stiles then realized he’s never really looked at your legs before. And it was only fair to see if his fake girlfriend’s legs were-.... He side eyed you to see you staring out the window blankly. Once the coast was clear, he glanced down at your legs, seeing, to his dismay, you were wearing your spandex volleyball shorts. You had crossed your legs and leaned on the side panel unaware of Stiles now gawking at your legs. 

“Stiles! Watch the road!” You shouted as the jeep started to drive off the road.

“Oh shit!” He turned back to the road with furrowed eyebrows as he thought of a story of him and Lydia to see if you would have a similar reaction to him.

“You know, I think the plan is working. Because Lydia came up to me in Algebra and started making random talk with me but the whole time she was running her hand up and down my arm.” He said with a sly smile.

He quickly gave you a side eye to gauge your reaction. You inhaled sharply and shifted in your seat with annoyance giving a quick glance his way, only to catch him giving you the side eye. This asshole was trying to make you jealous! Two could play that game.

You quickly moved out of your annoyance state and gave him a shit-eating grin. “Well! That’s great! Hey, maybe at the end of this we’ll both be in a relationship!” You chirped. And to your satisfaction, saw him grimace. 

~*~

You both sat in a booth in this new cozy, hole-in-the-wall restaurant whose lighting was a bit too dark, especially for such an overcast day. 

“I have a fettuccine alfredo and a club sandwich.” The server announced putting the correct dishes in front of you both. “So, do you kids know what you’re going to study at university?” She asked, trying to make light conversation.

But light conversation was the last thing you would call that subject. For Stiles it was the best question an adult could ask him, he loved this question. Hell, he already had a 10 year plan that, of course, happened to involve Lydia. But for you, it was a whole different story. You didn’t even know what you wanted to do tomorrow let alone 10 years from now. 

As Stiles' rant about his 10 year plan came to an end the server looked over at you waiting to hear your answer, “And you, my dear?” immediate dread took over you.

You gave a quick smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Still undecided.” 

“Oh! We’ll I hope you figure it out! Don’t want to be wasting time on your parents' money!” She chuckled as she walked away. Guilt immediately filled you. 

“Hey, don’t listen to her. You’ll figure it out.” Stiles says softly.

You nod in response and start eating your fettuccine alfredo. “But… What do you want to do after high school?” He asks still in that gentle tone almost as if the question alone was some type of emotional bombing.

“I…” You trail off. “I- I don’t know.” You look up at him to see him looking at you with his full attention, not even picking up his club sandwich yet. “It’s like they tell you to go after your dream but never say how to, they expect you to come up with that part. But, it’s also like, what if I don’t have big dreams? None of my dreams include doing something in the workforce.” You look down, now quiet.

“What kind of dreams do you have?”

You let out a small sigh as you start to daydream. “To live on a little island in Greece and not have to worry about working the 9 to 5 or working until I’m at the age where I can finally retire but by that time I’m too old to do the things I wanted to try out.” You pause. He nods at you to continue, “I want to live a life where I’m free to do and go as I please. I want to try out new hobbies of interest. I want to surf, I want to try painting, I want to travel to different places and get lost in new cities. Fuck, like, I even want to do ‘lame’, you finger quote lame “stuff like learn crochet.” You finish and look up at him. 

He has a dreamy look in his eyes as he looks at you, “I- I want to do those things with you. All of them. I want to go with you.” He confesses. Your heart soares.

“I’d like that.” You say softly, both of you staring and smiling at the other. 

~*~

You open your front door to find Stiles looking down at his phone. When he hears the door open he looks up and lets out an exhale, “Okay, let’s go.” 

You furrow your eyebrows, “Go where?”

He looks at you dumbfounded, “Didn’t you read my note I gave you earlier?” Your blank face causes him to groan and slump his body dramatically, “We’re going to that freshmen Liam’s party.” 

You make a disgusted face, “I’m not going to some random freshmen’s party.”

“No! No! That’s what I thought at first too. I thought it was going to be a lame freshmen party but turns out everyone from school s’gonna crash the party. I mean like everyone.” 

You make a face. “Is that what this Liam kid wants? Like what if his intention was some quaint little party with him and all his little freshmen buddies and now everyone’s going to crash and ruin his night.”

“Okay, you care way too much about some freshmen’s feelings,” He mumbles, “And this is something he wants! Throw a huge rager and become infamous at school your freshman year? Yeah! He wants this.” 

You push out your lips to the side, “I- Uh- No.”

“No?!” He asked, shocked.

“No. Nope. I will not go.” You state crossing your arms for extra emphasis. 

He lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “No, no! Parties are non-negotiable as per contract.” 

Now it was your turn to let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Only non-negotiable party in contract is your little girlfriend Lydia’s party.” You threw in the little jab making him feel lighter knowing he was in fact making you jealous. 

“Well, your little boyfriend will be at this party.” 

You gave a surprised look, “He will?!” 

He scoffed as he poked his tongue in his cheek, “Yep, knew you’d go for that.” He mumbled to himself. 

You opened the door wide for Stilies to come in as you ran upstairs shouting “Just let me change.”

~*~

Stiles was in-fact right, this party was a rager. Liam’s two-story house was pouring out with people. Drunk teens littered the front lawn, passed out from drinking, their red solo cups still in hand. You could feel the vibration of the music as soon as you got out of the jeep. Stiles came up to you on your side of the jeep. 

“I don’t know about this Stiles…” You mutter. 

“What? No! It’ll be fun. C’mon.” His hand engulfed your hand and you couldn’t help but notice the size difference. It made you feel ‘warm fuzzies’ as Allison called it whenever she would describe her dates with Scott. 

As the two of you walked through the house a lot of people you didn’t recognize greeted Stiles. You knew Stiles knew a few people from school but you didn’t think it came to this extent. Why would he only hang with you and Scott if he knew this many people? You were a bit perplexed to say the least. It felt like you morphed into a Twilight Zone episode where Stiles was a popular jock. Finally you recognized Scott and Allison in the kitchen, Allison sitting on the counter as Scott made them drinks.

“Hey!” Allison called as she saw the two of you making your way to the kitchen. 

“How are the lovebirds?” Scott slurred a little as he handed Allison her drink. 

Stiles grinned as he whispered something in Scott’s ear causing Scott to have a shit-eating grin plaster his face. “Whoa! No way!”

You and Allison both look at each other with quizzical looks. Allison shakes her head, “Men. Will never understand the species. What do you want to drink? There’s vodka, peach schnapps, henny and more.” 

“Hmmm. I don’t know. Can you make me something please?” You stretch out the word please. 

“Coke and Malibu?” She questions. You frown and shake your head, “Hm! Dirty shirley?” 

You gasp in excitement, “Yes!” 

As the party progressed, even more people came making you question how much more full could this house get? Stiles and Scott were now retelling funny lacrosse stories. You never knew how much Stiles was the life of the party, he brought almost like a light to the party. He was definitely charming everyone.

“No! I yelled ‘Coach you don’t know what you’re doing with that racket!’” Stiles exclaimed retelling a story to a, now, group of people. You all laughed at the joke. You were four dirty shirleys in and to say you were feeling a bit tipsy would be an understatement. 

As Scott and Stiles started retelling another lacrosse story, you surveyed the party. People crowded the living room, making it into a makeshift dance floor playing old 80’s disco songs. Now that you thought about it, who the hell was on aux? 80’s disco? What was this Ma? A figure caught your eye. Issac was standing outside by the poolside. He seemed to be doing the same as you, surveying the party. You waited until his eyes found yours. You were feeling bold from all the booze and decided to give him a flirty smile. He raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded in acknowledgement. “I’ll be right back.” You told the group as you walked over to where Issac was standing. 

You felt like spilled liquid creeping to the edge of a counter. The feeling of liquid courage helped relax your body that you now walked with a little swing in the hip. You walked right up to Issac’s group as he smirked at you.

“Hi. Do you want to go somewhere a little more, quiet.” You purred staring into his blue eyes.

He grinned “What took you so long?” He put his arm over your shoulder as you both led each other into the woods behind Liam’s house. 

It was a beautiful clear night, you could see the stars so clearly as if someone lassoed each one and brought them closer to earth. You and Issac were sitting crossed legged across from each other, knees touching, and huge smile on both your faces. 

“You're pretty.” Issac slurred badly but all it made you do was giggle.

 He started rubbing his palms up and down your thighs, causing your breath to hitch. “Tell me when to stop.” 

You shook your head “Don’t stop.” Even though you were both in the woods the moon was so full that it illuminated the area. You furrowed your eyebrows now noticing how bright it was for nighttime, you looked up and the moon was huge!

“Whoa! Look at the moon!” You exclaimed in your drunken state. “When the moon hits your eyes like a big pizza pie that’s amore,” You sang, not paying attention to Issac's reaction. 

Issac stared at the moon with horror-stricken eyes. Of course this would happen tonight, the night you finally choose to come up and make a move on him. He thought maybe he wouldn't shift, if he tried and controlled it hard enough just maybe it wouldn’t happen. But then you turned to Issac and all the control went out the door. 

“Hey, Issac, I always wanted to tell you how attractive you are.” You slurred heavily. His mouth opened, shocked at the confession. “I just want to try something. Tell me when to stop.” Your hands now found his thighs and started rubbing them. His breath hitched as the urge to shift became more uncontrollable. You leaned in, your lips ghosting his but not quite touching him. His heart was pounding, until finally you gave him a deep passionate kiss. 

Issac immediately pulled away and turned away from you, hands on the floor as he groaned. 

“Issac?” You asked confused. Was the kiss that bad? You thought, Damn, maybe you needed more practice. 

You frowned as Issac now groaned louder, his back hunched to you. “Uhh, Issac?” You asked now, a little paranoid it might be something worse than being a bad kisser. 

“Go back to the house!” He demanded but now in a deeper voice. 

You were stunned. What the hell is going on? “Issac, I told you to stop me if you were uncomfortable. I’m sorry if I made you feel-”

“It’s not you- it’s-” And then he gave a final extremely loud shout as his body shifted into werewolf form. 

You were horror-struck as you looked at his now wolf form. His large fangs, his fur, his red eyes. You immediately crawled backward, too scared to even stand up and run. “What the fuck?!” You screamed. 

You stared into the red eyes as his now deep voice said, “Please don’t tell anyone.”

You now registered you could get up and immediately started running back toward the house. Your lungs felt like they were going to explode by the time you found Stiles in the living room dancing with Lydia. Okay, fucking really? You leave for twenty minutes and he’s over here dancing with Lydia? Well you did just kiss Issac… Uh! We’ll save that for another day. 

“Stiles!” You yell out of breath as you bump into him.

“Owh!” He gets the wind knocked out of him. 

“We gotta go! Issac- He’s- he’s-!” You stutter in a frenzy.

“What the fuck did he do?” Stiles asks now stern and angry. 

“Let’s go!” You grab his hand before he can say anything more and drag him through the body of people dancing to Kc And The Sunshine Band. Seriously, what is up with this music at this party? Is Liam’s mom dj or something? The two of you ran out toward the jeep. 

Stiles pulls out of the driveway frazzled by your emergency. “Okay! What happened?!” He asks now on the road. 

“I- I don’t know! One minute we’re kissing then the next he’s fucking transforming-” 

“Wait…you kissed him?!” He asks, outraged. 

“That’s not the point! Issac is a fucking animal!” 

“You’re damn right he is! Did he kiss you or did you kiss him?”

“No! Stiles I’m serious! His eyes went red, he had fur on him and I mean like fur! He had fangs for god’s sake!” 

Stiles went quiet. 

“Hello? Do you believe me?!” You ask, still frenzied. 

“Me and Scott tried to keep this away from your life as hard as possible.” He muttered. 

“What?!” 

You watched as he got out his phone and dialed a number. “Hey, it’s time for Y/N to know.”

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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader

Restraint

Omega Part 1 | Omega Part 2 | Shape Shifted | Ice Pick | Abomination | Venomous | Frenemy | Raving | Party Guessed |

Prompt: With Jackson out of the van, he's become impossible to deal with.

a/n: okay guys I won't lie, I looked over this chapter but wasn't very through so there's probably a few mistakes sorryyyyy

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Stiles and Scott had sent you back home so they could talk to Sheriff without raising any suspicion on you. That proved to be pointless since when you got back home you ended back in the car, heading to the police station. Only you weren't going by yourself, you were with Melissa and she was not happy.

You two had reached the police station and other than the occasional questions to see if you were involved, Melissa was silent. Not like she needed to say anything to convey her anger, she was practically dripping in it. Walking into the police station didn't make it better either because down the hallway there was Scott and Stiles, sitting in an interrogation room being informed of the new restraining order against them.

There was a silence between everyone in the room when Sheriff had finished his list, only for his son to be the one to break it, "What about school?"

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a fifty foot distance."

"Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" He was met with nothing but a look of irritation from his father, "I'll just hold it."

They were finally let out of the room and now you were witnessing Stiles and his dad going back and forth while you passed by with Melissa and Scott in front of you.

"It's not just this," She had turned him around, "Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it." By now you had zoned out for a bit since it was all directed at him that is until she got to the punishment.

"Then no... no Stiles."

"What, no Stiles?" You hadn't even realized the boy was behind you until you heard his voice.

"No Stiles! And that goes for you too!" She pointed at you. Your eyes widened as you raised your hands.

"What!? What did I do?"

In the end, Melissa gave her punishment saying she would be in the car after she had come to the conclusion that all this was because of Scott's dad. "I'm the worst son ever," Scott claimed leaning against the wall. Stiles had sighed slumping against the wall as well.

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either."

~

When you had gotten home, you were laying in bed just trying to sleep despite everything going on. However the buzzing of your phone was very distracting. You finally had enough of the constant disturbance to your attempts to sleep. Grabbing it, the light blinding you slightly, you read the texts from a surprising party.

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This is Derek

Come to the station tomorrow

Urgent

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Great, now you definitely weren't getting any sleep. How did he even get your number? It must have been Isaac, who else could it have been? You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to fall asleep as if it was the last thing you would ever do.

The next morning you found yourself in the one place you never thought you would be back to, the abandoned station. You also never thought you'd be back because Derek, of all people, demanded you to. You let out an unsure sigh as you walked down the rickety stairs for the second time. You could hear the voices of Derek, Erica, and Isaac discussing the full moon.

"Oh my, these look comfortable," you could see Erica picking up chains as she spoke.

"You said you were gonna teach us to change whenever we wanted," Isaac said.

"There hasn't been time," Derek replied as he shuffled through the chest of what was essentially medieval torture devices.

Isaac wasn't in the least bit pleased with his Alpha's answer, "But if you have to lock us up during the full moon, then that means you're alone against the Argents."

"They haven't found us," the Alpha sang walking away.

"Yet! So how about we forget the Kanima?"

"We can't! There was something about the way Gerard looked at it. He wasn't afraid... at all. I don't know what he knows or what he's planning. But I'm sure about one thing, we have to find it first."

"My, my, I always seem to walk in during these big speeches of yours Derek," you bounded your way down the last few stairs catching the three werewolves' attentions.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" The curly haired werewolf didn't realize but his voice made you shiver slightly.

"I was actually just wondering that exact thing," you turned your glance to Derek, "What do you want Derek?"

"You're a Nymph."

Your eyes widened but then your face flipped to confusion, what did that have to do with anything? "Okay, and what about it? How do you even know?"

He pointed to your bag, "The book you held up the last time you were here, your eyes and from what Erica and Isaac told me you did at the school."

You kissed your teeth, "Okay so is that all you called me here for? Just to tell me that you knew?"

"I need something from you."

"No." Your words had cut through the air without any hesitation. Derek tilted his head from irritation, "I know you don't like me-."

"You're right, I don't."

"This isn't for me, it's for them."

You took a pause and then nodded, acknowledging his statement, "I'm not sure if it's true or not but there's a spell that's rumored to have been created to reduce the abilities of werewolves. It was mainly created for purposes like the full moon. Do you think you could find it?" His words made you hesitate, still you gave him an unsure nod, "I think so, I'll need some time though."

Derek nodded in understanding, "Thank you."

"Yeah, sure. I've got to get to school." You turned and made your way towards the stairs trying not to look at Isaac on your way out.

~

When you got to school you met the boys at the library where they were waiting for you and Allison. She had shown up only moments after you did. You saw her slowly walk through the aisles before coming to the point where only one shelf remained between you three and her.

She slid her tablet through the shelf allowing Scott to take it and start to look over the scripture. "It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused." Scott looked through the books towards her, "Yeah, what'd you tell her?"

"That we're part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Allison and Scott shared a small laugh as you smiled.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Stiles said with awkwardness.

Allison stood shocked, "Oh. Great."

Your hand flew to your mouth to snuffle your laugh that was on the verge of coming out and Stiles gave you a raised eyebrow before glancing at the dark haired girl with a straight smile.

"Okay does it say how to find out who's controlling him," Scott asked.

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers." Queue the spastic boy's small yell of victory. "It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance," Allison continued, "There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village."

"Alright, see? So maybe it's not all that bad," Stiles remarked.

Allison countered back almost instantly, "Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." You nodded quickly, "So bad, very bad."

Stiles agreed with you, "All bad, all very, very bad."

"Here's the thing though, the Kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be..." You looked over the Omega's shoulder reading the text, "Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it."

"Okay if that means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." You scoffed at Stiles' words, "Seriously, that dude is all sorts of messed up."

Allison raised her head slightly, "What if it has something to do with his parents? His real parents." Scott turned to you and Stiles, "Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?"

You could almost see the flicker of light that turned on in Stiles' eyes,

"Lydia might."

"What if she doesn't know anything," Scott acknowledged the possibility. You rocked your head side to side in thought, "Something tells me Lydia knows a lot more than she lets on."

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so I'll talk to him myself." You looked at Allison, "He doesn't have one on me either. Do you want me to come with you?" She quickly denied your offer, "No my mom is watching the cameras practically every second, we don't want to draw suspicion."

Scott drew a blank, "Okay, what do I do?"

"You have a make-up exam, remember," She reminded him.

Scott looked over at the two of you for back up, which he never got as shown by the two in sync nods, "Seriously, you desperately need to raise your grades," you added on. The couple went on to have their moment, until Stiles interrupted it with pushing his head through the shelf. After Allison had shoved him back, all four of you went on about your days the best as you could.

Stiles had set out on a mission to get information out of Lydia, Allison was on her way to try and talk to Jackson, Scott went to take his make-up test, and you were trying to not run into a certain tall werewolf.

All morning it felt like he was just everywhere and since you weren't assigned any sort of task you were practically forced to notice. Every hallway you went down, every corner you turned, he was there. It was beginning to irk you. You finally had to come to a stop at your locker and you could already feel that it was a bad decision.

"Hey, beautiful. Been looking for you."

You sighed, slowly closing your locker shut and coming face to face with the same boy who you've been trying to avoid. "Hi, Isaac," he gave a slight pout at your response, "What, no smile? I thought you would be happy to see me." His attitude made you sneer, "Don't play games with me, Lahey. I'll smack you." Your feet slammed into the floor as you walked away, heavy with anger.

"Okay, okay, too much. Seriously, (Y/N), wait up."

"No."

Your response didn't slow him down, in fact, it sped him up. Isaac had jumped forward in front of you, blocking you from leaving.

"Please just talk to me, I'm dying sweetheart," he pleaded.

You stopped and gave him a once over, your arms crossed, "You look fine to me." He groaned out of frustration, you turned once more heading for the opposite direction even if that meant being late for class. "Also, don't call me sweetheart, you don't get the privilege."

He, once again, dashed in front of you finally placing his hands on your shoulders, "Okay, okay, look I know you're still upset at me. I get it, okay, but can we please just talk. We have a killer lizard on the loose, I feel like that's a serious issue."

Your eyes narrowed as you realized what he was actually here for, "You're trying to get me to tell you who it is."

"So, you guys do know."

A scoff traveled out of your mouth with such power it was comedic, "Of course we do and I'm not telling you. Now, will you stop following me?"

"I can't, orders."

"See, again with the orders! This is exactly why I'm mad at you in the first place! Not to mention, you kissing me out of nowhere," you exclaimed. The hallway had pretty much cleared out by now, leaving just you two plus a few skippers.

Isaac's face scrunched up slightly, "What, you're mad because I kissed you?"

Out of reflex your hand shot out, punching his shoulder, "That's all you got from that?" When you didn't receive an answer, just a look of expectation you continued to gripe, "I'm not mad you kissed me. I'm upset because it's messing with my head."

"But you kissed me back," he argued, cluelessly.

You wiped your face out of irritation, "Yes, I know. But-"

A panicked gasp left you as you felt the familiar heat of your eyes glowing and one thought enter your mind.

Allison

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?"

Without much thought or care you shoved passed Isaac, sprinting towards the locker room. You could hear the calls of your name coming from the boy who was now also following after you. It didn't stop you though, nothing did until you got to the locker room door. You threw your body's weight at the closed door, slamming through to see Allison on the floor and Scott throwing Jackson around.

You crouched beside her grabbing her shoulders to gain her attention, "Hey, are you okay?" She nodded shakily and you secured your arms around her in a tight hug.

By now Isaac had arrived coming into the battleground that was the boy's locker room. You saw his head quickly travel from the two fighting boys and then to you, unsure of what to do.

He didn't need to think any longer as Jackson had thrown Scott back through the other door and into the hallway. Allison and you had finally gotten off the floor and rushed out the same door. You found Stiles and Erica already trying to separate the two. Erica had a death grip on Jackson where as it took you, Stiles, and Allison to keep Scott from going back for Jackson.

Isaac was just behind you and Mr. Harris had turned the corner yelling to try and break up the fight. "Hey! ENOUGH! Enough."

"What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down!" Harris had turned to the Omega, addressing him, "Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski? (Y/N)?" He had looked to you finally for answers but you couldn't give him any, from the lack of ideas for a lie and the lack of breath you had from trying to hold back Scott.

You felt Isaac gently place a hand on your waist, giving you some much need physical and emotional support.

"You dropped this." Everyone had looked behind them to see Matt holding Allison's tablet out to Scott, which was intercepted from Mr. Harris. "You and you," he started pointing at the two boys who had been fighting, "Actually, all of you... Detention. 3 o'clock."

~

After school hours had arrived and the whole lot of you were entering the library for detention. Stiles, Scott, and you had sat at one table; Allison made her way to another just across from you, Jackson and Matt followed her lead. You felt a presence next to you and when you turned you were met with the eyes of the blonde werewolf. You rolled your eyes going back to keeping your attention on the two boys across from you.

You heard the sliding of a chair coming closer to your table and then another body had joined you. Isaac, who had given you a slight smile, did nothing but keep his attention on you.

"We can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools," Jackson motioned to your two best friends.

Harris had replied back with an undertone of sass, "All these tools?"

"No, just us tools," Stiles answered gesturing to him and Scott.

"Fine. You two, over there." Scott and Stiles moved up to the front table leaving you behind with the Beta wolves. You let out a huff and slumped slightly in your chair. Then Mr. Harris started to make is way to the library's front desk, turning his back away from you. When you saw an opening you quickly and quietly slid out of your chair and into the one right next to Scott.

The werewolf was rocking his body out of anger and pounded his fist onto the table, "I'm gonna kill him." Stiles pointed at the boy, "No, you're not. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him."

You cocked an eyebrow, your arms crossed, "But you're more than welcomed to kill the one controlling him, to release your rage."

"No," Scott turned his head back to you two, rapidly shaking his head, "You were right, let's kill him."

"Oh, no," Stiles sighed.

You fixed your posture and changed the subject to try and ease the mood, "So, why were you with Erica?" Stiles gave you his signature sarcastic look, "Really, why were you with Isaac?"

"I asked you first."

"Fine, she caught me in the hall, she might know what happened to Jackson's parents." You nodded satisfied with the answer and with the ease you could start to feel come off Scott. "Now you."

Your eyes snapped up, "What?" Stiles scoffed a laugh, "Why were you with Isaac?" Scott had glanced at you, curiosity in his eyes, he clearly wanted to know as well.

Mumbled words left your mouth as you casted your gaze onto the table. Stiles cupped his hand over his ear mocking you, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"He found me in the hallway, he didn't want me to be mad at him anymore," you mumbled once more.

Both boys had looked at you in confusion, "The Lydia thing," Scott asked. You shook your head slowly as Stiles had slid his hands onto the table in a questioning motion, "Then what are you mad at him for?"

"He kissed me," you whispered.

There was a tick of silence before Stiles ended it, "Okay forget Jackson, kill Isaac." You groaned, "Stop, you guys, I'm fine. Just confused is all."

"No, no. He doesn't get to just do that after everything he's done and just expect you to be okay with it. He can't play with your emotions like that," argued Stiles. Scott hadn't said anything yet, just had slid his hand into yours and squeezed for comfort.

"It's okay, we'll deal with that when we don't have a killer lizard and a controlling freak to deal with," you concluded.

You three sat in silence for a little while and then ideas started to flow, "Hey." You and Scott both looked at the boy across from you, "What if it's Matt? I mean this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

"He is kind of a creep," you agreed.

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing," Scott argued.

"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself," Stiles exclaimed still within a whisper.

Scott looked back to Matt before going back to Stiles, "So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because..." Stiles' gaze was on the table, "He's evil." You snorted a soft laugh as Scott argued again, "You just don't like him."

"I don't blame him," you added, "he used to always give me these weird looks when he first joined the team."

"That guy bugs me. I don't know what it is," Stiles leaned back in his chair, still observing the odd boy, "Just look at his face." You three looked back to see Matt offering Jackson chips. To which led to the Omega giving Stiles an unconvinced look, "Any other theories?"

You heard Jackson start to make noises of discomfort, followed by Matt and Mr. Harris asking if the boy was alright. Jackson left claiming to just need water and Harris followed closely behind. "No one leaves their seats."

When the door closed behind them, without a word, you three did just what you were told not to do. You got out of your seats and rushed right back to where Isaac and Erica were sitting. Stiles sitting next to Erica, Scott across from her, and you next to Scott, with Isaac on the end.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott concluded.

"Maybe."

"Talk," demanded the boy. She put her pen down, closing her book and starting her story, "It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's eighteen."

Stiles interrupted, "So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at eighteen?"

"Yep."

"There's something so deeply wrong with that," Stiles commented to which you all agreed. "Yeah, try the word morbid, maybe," you added.

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report in my dad's inbox. He keeps everything."

Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office.

Scott, you and Stiles shared an incredulous look as the boy left for the office, "That cannot be good," you said. Isaac and Erica gave you both odd looks and you raised your hand stopping their questions, "It's a long story."

Erica went back to searching her dad's records, Stiles basically hanging over her shoulder. You turned your attention to the leather jacket wearing boy, who's stare was completely on the table. He directed it to you once you had moved the chair you were using closer to him. At this point you both were inches apart. Isaac leaned his head down slightly so that you were closer to his ear as you talked.

"Why did you follow me," you asked, your finger tracing imaginary circles on the table. His knee nudged yours under the table, clearly trying to get your eyes to look at him, which had worked.

"Because I was worried about you."

You took a sharp breath from shock, your eyes widened slightly. When you gained your composure back you replied, "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

He breathed of soft chuckle, "I'm serious, sweetheart. You had me worried."

"I told you not to call me that," you said.

"Really, I don't remember that," he had a soft smirk resting on his face.

You scoffed, "Yeah, whatever." His smirk didn't disappear, "You're cute when you're flustered."

You shoved him, "Shut up, you're being dumb. We're in a serious situation, you know?"

"If it's so serious why have you been focusing on me instead of those two over there," he pointed over to the two teenagers who were snooping through emails.

You clasped your fingers together resting your chin on your hands, "Because I'm trying to figure out what your game is."

"My game?"

"Yep, you stopped me in the hallway, you followed me to the locker room which landed you in detention with me, so what's your angle?"

He shrugged leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, "I told you, I was worried. Plus why would I not want to spend time with my favorite girl."

You raised your eyebrows, "Your favorite girl? Didn't realize I meet the qualifications for that title."

"You always did."

Your conversation was cut to a halt when the library door opened with Jackson and Mr. Harris in tow. You looked over to your best friend when you saw an odd look on his face.

"Look at the dates."

You perked up, "Oh, you found it." The responses you got were two nods as Erica began to read the reports, "'Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death 9:26 p.m., June 14, 1995.'"

Both yours and Stiles' expressions fell, "Jackson's birthday is June 15th."

A zipping sound was heard as Harris began to close his bag. Everyone around began to follow suit in getting up and grabbing their things when they were interrupted with the man chuckling, "Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

There was a collective groan as the door to the library closed, Mr. Harris on the other side of it. You all sluggishly each grabbed your own stack of books and scattered around. Eventually Scott came back and Stiles, Allison, and you all gathered towards the boy to relay more information to each other.

"It means he was born after his mom died by c-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body," Stiles explained.

"That's gotta take the cake when it comes to childhood trauma," you murmured, sliding a book back onto the shelf.

"So was it an accident or not," asked Allison. Stiles shrugged slightly as he answered, "The word all over the report is 'inconclusive'."

"Then his parents could have been murdered," questioned Scott.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth," Stiles said, "You know? Seeks out of kills murderers."

You had turned back, facing the group as Allison continued to glance at Stiles, "But for Jackson or the person controlling him," she asked softly. Almost out of complete quiet panic Scott said, "We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Even with the sounds of you three's protests Scott didn't listen as he left the aisle.

Not even a minute later and you could hear crashes, ceiling and electrical falling everywhere. Stiles had grabbed Allison pulling her into him as concrete crashed by. Before you could even register everything, Isaac had come into your aisle wrapping one arm around your waist and the other cradling your head as he did the same thing, pulling you into his chest, away from the falling construction.

Once it was safe to do so Isaac released his grip on you, his hands now cradling your face, "Are you okay," he asked urgently scanning you over to look for any signs of harm. You gave him a shaky nod, your focus and eyesight blurred from the overwhelming situation. Then a crash was heard once more, breaking both of you out of your bubbles.

Scott had been pushed by a half-turned Jackson and back into your aisle. You slowly unraveled yourself from Isaac and crawled over to the trio, in between Stiles and Allison. Now in your line of sight was Jackson at the chalk board. His body was facing away from it, his arm stretched out as he began to scratch at the board. Once his message was complete he jumped out through the window.

STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU

You all slowly walked towards the board in shock. Stiles turned his head and rushed in a different direction. "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" He had Erica in his arms as she grunted and gasped for breath, shaking.

"I think she's having a seizure."

Allison had gone to Matt making sure he was alive, while you three were with Erica. You could see Isaac in the corner of your eye and he was clearly in distress.

"We need to get her to the hospital," you said supporting her body the best you could with Stiles. "Derek," Erica interjected, "Only to Derek."

Scott spoke to Allison and rushed over to the other aisle, "Hey, Scott!" Stiles' attention was back on Erica after his panicked yell. You looked at Scott as he made his way back, picking up Erica.

"I'll stay with her, go." He nodded gratefully before rushing out, Stiles right on his heels.

Isaac made his way towards you and you spoke once more, "You should meet them there, they might need your help." The boy shook his head, "I can't just leave you after everything that just happened."

"I'll be okay, go." He hesitated, before nodding his head and following the same path the boys had just taken.

~

Once you and Allison were sure Matt was gonna be okay, you parted ways. You had once again reached the hide out of the newly formed Hale pack. You could hear voices talking as you reached the bottom of the stairs and walked to the train car.

Inside you saw a exhausted but okay Erica, laying in the arms of Stiles. Isaac and Scott stood to the side while Derek sat nearby the girl as well. "Good, she's alright," you let of a sigh of relief, getting all their attention.

Derek had gotten up leaving the car, Scott following close behind. You couldn't lie, it peaked your interest, so after making one final glance over the blonde girl you left the car as well and reached the duo.

"You know who it is."

"Jackson."

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?"

Derek nodded at the question.

"I'm gonna help you stop him. As part of your pack," Scott stated, giving you a look, you nodded at your best friend in agreement.

"If you want me in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition. We're gonna catch him, not kill him."

"And?"

You made eye contact with the Alpha, "We do it our way."

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 11

You were walking home when you felt the shift in the atmosphere, there is something different in the air. Something or someone is watching you, it doesn’t feel malicious nor benevolent. You quicken your steps but the second you take another step. Your shifted to the road Infront of you changes, there is no houses or street but it’s like you’re in hallway of some crumbling temple, you can feel the cold air coming from the behind of you but you cannot see a thing, darkness covered was all you could see.

The fire torch was doing poor job in helping you see anything. You felt like you’re dreaming yet felt like this is the reality and everything else was an illusion. You hesitantly take step forward; you rather take a warmth that the torch provides than go back to the darkness. The torch next to the lit up as you walk and one by one everything lit up.

Chest beating out your ribs, sweat accumulating on the forehead from fear, you look around. The place is made of stones and the walls carved with symbols that seems to be ancient the whole place gives the aura of centuries if not more than couple of centuries of history.

There is circle shaped table that made of stone had carvings of symbols stand the middle. But that is not what captured you, it’s the giant statue of a goddess or entity that carved in the wall was captivating behind the stone table. A representation of sheer power and confidence oozed from the figure, head held high, tall and proud, the crown on the head, the details of the dress everything seems to be perfect and you felt a pull towards it.   

Then all of sudden a bright yellow orange shined making you close your eyes at the brightness, hands covering half of your face your try to look at the source of the light, the wind picked up with a low difficulty you finally see what made that glow on the center of the table floating in the midair was a stone of bright yellow.

Your eyes glazed and you didn’t hear a small stone beside you falls to the grounds as the giants come back to life, eyes glowing red. You didn’t acknowledge them, they both kneel the side of the table as you walk towards the stone, four stone hands placed as striae to help you on top of the table.

Stone shines bright as if its waiting for your arrival for eternity and now that you are near the glow seems to spike and the energy around the stone was buzzing with an uncontrollable power and magic. Now the glow lit up the place everything was visible.

What you did not see the thousands of bodies of women of your ages and lay lifeless. Some of the already become bones and some frozen and crushed under. This was no temple nor its was a tomb but it is the throne of the scarlet witch.

The lord of chaos magic Chthon made the throne for the scarlet witch a nexus being. one of the very rare entities that can influence the universe in a way that changes probability and alters time flow.

You slowly lift your hands to touch but hesitate for moment the stone move towards you as if it’s encouraging you to touch it, you touch then without a millisecond delay the stone is dissolve and the bright yellow light turns red blow harshly, Infront of you the statue seems to come to life as a shadow a woman floating the air with the same crown and attire.

She gives of the aura of power and strength, the way she held her head high insinuate the certainty she has, her posture was straight and defined it. The benevolent and malevolent energy thick in the air and it is hard to confirm which was dominant.

She has that light feminine energy; a source of spiritual power and healing connect with inner. wisdom and intuitive. Embodies sensuality, gentle, emotional and expressive a empathic graceful goddess

She has the dark feminine energy; a force of raw emotions, untamed desires and primal power. A sacred rage, sensuality and assertiveness. Represents the fiery transformational side of femininity that fuels the death and rebirth.  

Suddenly the figure bust into a red bright glow and it enter inside your body, you could feel the power flowing inside you, your senses being highlighted, the magic inside you strengthen ten folds.

Then everything seems to fade away as you pass out, as you fall the reality change into previous. the red veins fade away from your skin into the deepest of your body.

The leaves crunch under the weight of the wolf, as it slowly stalks towards you with calculating steps. The night is silent as dead, the porch lights of the houses are all dim and no one was on the street. The wolf had seen it all happened, out of nowhere you disappear and come back knocked out cold. He sniffs around of you checking, your heart beating now steady and clam but seems like you’re not going to wake up any soon.

The wolf looks at your face before nudging your face with his cold nose still no response he glances around for a minute before running away.

The wolf shift into his human form and his red eyes shine bright contrast of the darkness, peter change into his clothes. He come back to you “what are you?’’ he asks pushing your hair away from your face he lifts you off ground and carry towards a car, Jennifer waits for him.

“Is she dead?”

“I do not kill everyone I come across Jennifer” peter said before pausing for minute “it depends on who you are and my feeling of the day” placing on you the back seat, a buzzing reached his ears and lands on your pocket.

He takes it without a thought and roll his eyes at the texts and calls before putting back in your pocket.

He turns to Jennifer “you know where to take her”. She node at him before driving away

Far away in the exosphere the phoenix force let out a cry of anguish at the entity for taking you as host before the force could. Orange bright wings with a little mixture of yellow and red shines now the both have to wait and see how you overcome and then the force will decide if you should be able to be its host or not.

Sheila waits in the porch for you to get home, this isn’t the first time you come late but this feels different. You never been this late and she know that you know she will be waiting for you and doesn’t want to worry her and the murders has been going on you usually come earlier and you didn’t even answer her texts or calls.

She gets got bonnie bed, the day had been hard on her learning that she was witch and her grams words are true took a toll on her.

She hesitates thumb hover over the contact she dials.

Drools fall on the pillow as stiles slept peacefully murmuring something about unicorns and supernatural. The obnoxious ringtone of his phone wake him from his slumber, startled he sit up whining he pick up the phone without look at the id

“You better have something fucking important to say”

The other side pause he was about the throw the phone away and continue his precious sleep your grams voice says his name. Stiles eyes wide realizing he just cursed at your grams.

“Stiles?”

“Oh…… God… I was talking to myself……. I would never curse at you…….it just sleep talking”

“It’s alright stiles…. I was calling to see if y/n is with you?” stiles now fully awake scott told him that you were gone home after talking with derek and that’s been hours ago.

“She is not home?” he asks tensely

“No… is she with you or Scott’s home. She didn’t even answer my calls or texts?” her worry was evident on her voice

“of course, she isn’t home…. Because she is sleeping right here…… we just having sleepover?” stiles pat the pillow next to him and slowly get up, balancing his phone by his shoulder he gets wear his pants and take a shirt from the floor.

“Really didn’t you have one recently? Stiles, tell me the truth is she with you?” her tone made stiles pause. A part of him want to cover for you, but other part of doesn’t want to lie to your grams. He takes his keys and starts to make his way to hallway of his home.

“don’t worry she is alright…...she is sleeping”

A sigh of relief can be heard “well when she wakes up come see me first thing in the morning”

“Yep…got it”

After he hung up, he quietly as he can get out the house. Getting inside his jeep he makes way to scotts home. All the texts and calls unanswered made him nauseous, he doesn’t know what happened why you don’t respond to him and grams. Scott texted him that’s you gone home after talking with derek and that’s was like hours ago you should be home by now sleeping. His thought all the possibility but nothing defined your absence other than something really happened.

He curses your name “you better be fucking alright. I swear to God I can never sleep peacefully.”

He throws a little rock at scott’s window he is in no mood of climbing his legs already feels jelly. He so closes to screaming his name from top of his lungs.

“Fucking finally”

“What the hell are you doing stiles in the middle of the night” scotts unclear voice asked looking down at stiles.

“Mowing your lawn, what do you think?” stiles hiss

Scott sigh at him not having the energy to entertain “stiles, its middle of the night. quit it.”

“I’m sorry alright, grams just called me saying y/n isn’t home and she is not answering any of my call or texts”

Scott stands straight “what do you mean, she gone home right after our talk. She should be home sleeping by now”

“Yeah, expect the fact she is not and I just lied grams that we’re having sleeping over”

Stiles throws his hands in air “I was nervous okey, I didn’t want worry her. Now I’m stressing the fuck out here. What if she became late night desert for a vampire or turned to shudder cheese”

Scott’s mouth open and close like fish in water “stiles…...that’s……”

“Horrible I know…….im sorry I don’t know what to do…”

Scott thing for a moment before leaving the window making stiles frown suddenly scott jump out the window swiftly landing Infront of stiles, he stumbles at hands clenching his heart eyes comically wide.

“DUDE, WARNING A WARNING”

“Shh…. Come on mom is sleeping”

Scott and stiles sit in his jeep, seeing scott type away stiles sigh “it’s a waste of time”

“Where could’ve she go?”

A unknow caller id pop on stiles phone he declines it one hand still on the wheels as the drive around the neighborhood. It rings again he decline after continuous ringing Scott take it from him accepting the call.

His face pales when he hears what the caller said he turns to Stiles “to the hospital”

“What? Why? who is that?” stiles questions

“it’s a nurse. She said y/n is in the hospital. She might put your number in the emergency number” scott answer.

Stiles drives to the route to the hospital “what happened? Is she okey?”

“She is unconscious didn’t explain much”

Stiles gulps “I swear to god I’m going to whoop her ass when she opens her eyes”

 Stiles and scott walk into the room that you’re in after getting the number from the nurse at the front desk. “Is she alright?” scott ask the nurse as stiles move towards you.

The nurse sigh “the thing is we don’t know what’s wrong with her?”

Scott frown at that “what do you mean?”

“Someone left her like this at the front of the building the guard saw a car leaving, when we checked her heart was accelerating so fast, we thought she might have tachycardia but she clams down. We tried to wake her up but as you can see, we couldn’t. we run some test for any substance that caused this state but found none. So far, we didn’t find anything that might cause this.”

 “So, she is in some kind of deep asleep” stiles look down at you sleeping away without a worry while he and scott almost had heart attack.

Once the nurse is gone scott take off his jacket and let it rest on the chair that was there walking towards your bed.

“Should we tell her grams?” he asks

Stiles looks at him with an uncertain face “I don’t know, we will just wait for to wake up”

Scott leans in and check your neck and stiles watches carefully “she isn’t bit right?”

“No there is no bite marks or even a scratch” scott expression change into puzzled while stiles sigh in relief.

Scott leans towards your face sniffing he does it few times and stiles face twist uncomfortably “dude you’re being weird”

 His eyes wide mouth hung open “I smell a werewolf on her” stiles mirror his expression; they both look at you with concern.

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Isaac Lahey x Top male reader

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Isaac Lahey was used to being the alpha, the dominant one in any relationship. As a werewolf, he exuded power and strength, both physically and emotionally. That was until he met you, a dominant male who was strong in his own right. It was a breath of fresh air and a challenge, but the attraction between you and Isaac was undeniable.

 

You met Isaac during one of his regular visits to the local coffee shop. He was there, brooding over his textbook and nursing a cup of coffee. You couldn't help but notice him the way his intense gaze seemed to follow you as you ordered your usual latte. With a smirk, you decided to make the first move, walking straight over to his table and taking a seat opposite him. From the moment you locked eyes, there was a spark a silent understanding that ran between you.

 

Isaac was taken aback by your confidence, but he couldn't deny the pull he felt toward you. You were different from anyone he had ever met, and he found himself drawn to your strength and your commanding presence. Despite his initial reservations, Isaac found himself opening up to you, sharing things he hadn't spoken about with anyone else.

 

As you spent more time together, the dynamics of your relationship became clear. You were the dominant one, and Isaac found himself surprisingly comfortable with that. It wasn't that he had ever considered himself submissive, but with you, he found himself relinquishing control in a way that felt natural and freeing.

 

The chemistry between you and Isaac was electric, and it wasn't long before your relationship turned physical. The way Isaac responded to your touch, the way he surrendered himself to you, was intoxicating. It was as if you had unlocked a side of him that he hadn't known existed, and he was grateful for it.

 

But it wasn't just about physical attraction. Your relationship with Isaac went deeper than that. You became each other's confidants, sharing your hopes, fears, and dreams with each other. There was a level of trust between you that transcended any physical connection, and Isaac found himself relying on you in ways he never thought possible.

 

Of course, being in a relationship with a werewolf wasn't without its challenges. There were times when Isaac's alpha instincts clashed with your dominant nature, creating tension and sparks. But through it all, you and Isaac were both committed to making it work. You learned to compromise, finding ways to balance your respective needs and desires. It wasn't always easy, but the love and passion between you made it all worthwhile.

 

As your relationship deepened, Isaac began to realize just how much you meant to him. He had never felt this kind of connection with anyone before, and he knew that he never wanted to let you go. With a sense of determination, he made it clear that he wanted to be with you to build a future together.

 

For the first time in a long time, Isaac allowed himself to be vulnerable and to openly express his feelings for you. It was a side of him that few people had ever seen, and it only served to strengthen the bond between you. You, in turn, made it known that you felt the same way and that you were dedicated to making the relationship work.

 

Together, you and Isaac faced the challenges of being in a supernatural world, supporting each other through the dangers and uncertainties that came with it. You became each other's pillars, finding strength and comfort in each other's presence. It was a partnership built on trust, respect, and an unyielding love that seemed to defy all odds.

 

As time went on, your bond with Isaac only grew stronger. You continued to navigate the complexities of your relationship, always finding ways to make it work. The love and passion between you never wavered, and you found solace in the fact that you had found someone who truly understood and accepted you for who you were.

 

In the end, you and Isaac realized that the power dynamics in your relationship weren't about control or dominance; they were about mutual respect and understanding. You found a balance that worked for both of you, allowing your love to flourish and grow.

 

To the outside world, you and Isaac may have seemed like an unlikely pair, but to each other, you were everything. You were partners, confidants, and lovers, bound together by a love that transcended any boundaries or expectations. And as you stood side by side, facing whatever challenges came your way, you knew that with Isaac by your side, there was nothing you couldn't conquer.

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Daniel Sherman imagine

Dear friends on tumblr, this is first in series of imagines about characters and people that do not have enough fanfics written.

Rest of my imagines/one shots you can find in my wattpad book Imagines that is being filled continuously by new stories.

I am challenging myself to write at least one thousand words a day, for a week.

Hope you enjoy!

He was a friend of a friend.

Eddie's dinner parties were famous for they were cozy glamour. everybody knew about them, everybody wanted to be there, but only his friends were at the table, part of secret conversations laced with laughter and world politics and ideas so big his country manor was not big enough to hold their brilliance. He had regulars, like y/n; they were those two people who will forever stand by each other even when the other is wrong, that was the nature of their bond. Occasionally, Ed would add to value of conversations by inviting minds that he found to be fascinating so he wanted to see if there is any true to media image, if they can live up to  potential they are selling, or purely out of curiosity to see how they would fare in company of his little band of intellectual elite.  

And sometimes, coincidently, they were y/n crushes.  That is, celebrity crushes. Because y/n was his favorite person in entire universe. There wasn't a thing he wouldn't do to see her happy. 

And that's how Daniel found himself at Ed's dinner party and upon getting comfortable with  that crowd, Ed and y/n made sure he feels that way, he started to hang out with this peculiar lot that never ceased to find things that inspire them to inspire others around them to wake up and participate in small acts of rebellion against perpetuate narratives littered with boxes society tries to sort it's wonders, all efforts discussed at oak table covered with always the crispest tablecloth in Ed's dim dining room, the way they are all lost in vain hope for things to change. 

Their story has been written in secret glances under chandeliers, reflection caught in champagne mist soft gilded portraits of passing love taking up on chance of forever. 

He never made it known about his ever growing affection. picking up his glass giving that side eye smirk blue pools glistening like he is still Lorenzo cunning devil in disguise seeing another possible prize. The conversations would always be on staircase away from everybody else. What was found what was saw, they never shared over courses of meal and birthday cakes. It's almost like they had unspoken agreement to keep whatever it is that is happening between flickers of candlelight tucked between heart beats that flickered and trembled in those stolen stares. 

Even ed never figured it out.  

One winter Daniel found y/n sinking at the bottom of lake, dragged her out and brought her back to life. Little fox fought him had him pinned to the icy ground,  who gave you right to decide for me should i live or not?

Cold didn't bite their skin. His blue devoured her. Her anger frozen in place couldn't remember what brought her here. Except that she sees her reflection drowning in his eyes and he is reaching for her through blue and that breathing is hard. It was the crack that his head made when it hit ice underneath that brought them back to the bank. Hearts stopped. None could explain hearts screamed heaved for air she ran to the forest he watched her leave cursing himself for not having one coherent thought. He finally understood what they mean when they say it's different every time it's never the same twice. 

Later on another dinner party they met again, passingly on staricase with glass of bourbon in his hand he asked y/n if all is alright now. Both seem to extend their contract of unspoken affection and sworn loyality when he mentioned nothing to ed who's heart would sink if he knew how y/n really feels about being alive. 

Beginning of spring saw ringing bells occasions and stained dresses and discarded veils and people thinking they are ghosts with their secret businesses they have no business doing when it concerns breaking heart you promised to love only little while ago yet you are already letting it down. 

y/n and Ed graced the party with their presence as they tended to do. Getting high in bathroom before reception to get them through pain of yet another knife to heart that beats for someone it cannot have yet other hearts get to be attached to no sufferings. What a cruel destiny it is to love what cannot be. They both missed someone that healing never dulls in colors. 

Fashion crimes deep cleavages perfectly forced poise stretching their dignity on dance floor to forget their average boring lives.

'Gosh they are all fake' y/n said with champaign glass still full, sititing at pink clothed table feeling nothing knowing how quickly laughter in selfies becomes home shared with stranger.

"Where you going?" Ed was out of it. All was in colors apparently illusion is what keeps him hooked, his best friend lightest of all for he loved her dearly and held onto her for a way home. 

y/n flew back to their meadow that same night.

Wrapped herself in big coat then went haunting her mansion one candle flickering downstairs. 

Ghost of y/n passed by windows on staricase overloooking stretch of meadow, siluete with too heavy heart to ever find peace in common things. Love made her sad, loving made her crazy, loneliness chew on bones of kid who wanted so much but always felt stuck no matter what she did no matter what she found. 

y/n stopped at dirty weathered window on mezanin. Someone opened it. There was no memory  of doing it that she could recall. Perhaps she has. It doesn't matter if ghosts or angels roamed this place. By morning all will be leaving her with burden of things no one can explain why they hurt so much when they don't even have name, these feelings of balance being off, lovers dead lost to world that never carries their echoes back to her.

Pulled by threads from wanderings, fragile soul stopped in its tracks breathing in crisp morning air from open window. 

In the distance thorough fog gathering on outskirts of meadow where forest begins, she sees a siluete taking form until it's figure emerging form a dream coming across meadow between weeds and dead flowers.

In unbuttoned coat and hastily thrown sweater black jeans messy halo, he is a character he is darcy they are living the dawn scene

She laughs despite herself before collapsing again into her shell. 

y/n stalks the path though overgown grass, tenticles of fog leading her to him, across wisps of grass  stood on their peaks to see where love is being layed to be killed or to be delivered into heaven.

Breathless both rosy cheeks dew in hair its wet its velvet piercing blue they really are like in fanfics in this milky morning fairytale prince in old sweater fair hairs on his face days spent in unrest tormented by heart and soul begging to be given a voice. 

At first they just stand there very formal neither knowing what to say how to approach what is happening between them they feel it both but never discussed it so this seas is getting deeper and fall is more deadly with each passing moment

"he called you" 

"he didn't need to"

"you must be cold"

"you must be tired"

y/n takes his hand from under too long sleeve of his coat and kisses his cold knuckles. 

"i am sorry for being confused at times" murmurs into his skin holding it reverently. 

"no, I beg you to forgive me. for my confused heart. if i could i would take all your confusion and make it my own. so you don't have to waste another moment of your life in nothing but pure undiluted happiness and absolute comfort. "

y/n smiled softly.

"but then you wouldn't love me this way.  if you saw all demons that make me"

"my love for you cannot be tainted bc its already at the bottom of the ocean where i find my peace in memories of you. i am dead man y/n. only word from you can save me."

She comes closer, he hold his breath, drops of early dew hanging on tips of his hair that fell on his face. he ran out of renaissance painting, Uffizi will be looking for him, entire world that has taste in art will be after them.

"its okay" y/n breaths out with small smile, resting her forehead on his, as first ray of sun kisses their cheeks (lips).

We are safe here with each other. We can fight them all. If we steal just one more moment in this dawn of one beautiful beginning. 

#daniel sherman #daniel sherman imagine #medici #lorenzo medici #eddie redmayne #daniel sherman imagines #imagines #wattpad #one shots #fanfics #lorenzo de medici #issac lahey #teen wolf #imagine #pride and prejudice #pride and prejudice dawn scene inspo #writing #one shot

[stereksthings]

sterek should have been canon :(

#sterek #stiles stilinski #teen wolf movie #derek hale #teen wolf #sterek au #imagine sterek #derek x stiles #teen wolf stiles #allison argent #erica reyes #issac lahey #kira yukimura #liam dunbar #jackson whittemore #scott mccall #teen wolf memes #lydia martin

[madnessformunson]

I wrote a teen wolf fanfic and I think I’m gonna post it tonight 🤷🏻‍♀️ it’s not very good but I was bored at work today 🤣

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles x reader #stiles fanfiction #stiles stilinksi imagine #scott mcall x reader #scott mcall #imagine #fanfic #stories #Isaac #issac lahey

[waiting-to-be-lost-at-sea]

okay but @spookyblazecoffee I need more Lahey bros canon pls bcuz can you imagine Theo’s first meeting with the brothers/Stiles & Scott

Theo mistakes Scott & Stiles for being the Laheys. Scott & Stiles decide to prank him. All while Liam is at a University class.

The actual Lahey bros get there and Theo thinks they are Scott & Stiles. The four of them decide to continue the charade.

Theo thinks he’s messing up, esp. when Stiles and Isaac mention things about Liam he didn’t even know.

Theo runs off after texting Liam that he was going to stay at his own apartment that night.

Liam gets home pissed off. Puppy pack in tow. Stiles, Scott, Issac & Jordan/Camden have to fix it. Corey, Tracy & Josh join them in finding Theo.

Theo realised that they were pranking him just because Liam’s the baby of the family. Theo tells them they are a bunch of assholes that Liam is an absolute angel for dealing with them.

Liam wakes up to a knock on the door and it’s Theo with breakfast all tied up in a bow with a note. He drags his boyfriend in and they have ‘the talk’. Theo proposes while Liam asks if he wanted to move in together.

Laheys & Stiles & Scott are with the puppy pack. They find out Liam was dating Theo ever since HS and Theo was Liam’s first. Overprotective brother instincts kick in but Hayden, Gabe, Josh & Mason keep them from going back to the apartment. Esp. When Liam messages them a ring on his finger.

All I can think of is all of Liam’s brothers/brother-figures going “OVER MY DEAD BODY”.

#thiam #Lahey bros #liam dunbar #theo raeken #Liam being the baby of the pack