ISAAC LAHEY X READER
Request: Hey can you do a Isaac imagine where your bestfriends before the bite and after he starts acting like an ass to you so you call him out on it and tell him that the person in front of you isn’t your bestfriend. You can decide how it ends thanks loves 💚🖤
gif cred: @sincerelystiles
Her head spun, cool wind whipping against her cheekbones as she sprinted through the green underbrush, her eyes reflecting the stars in the sky, lungs filling with the scent of fresh pines. She continued to run, to press on until her legs ached and her chest heaved with the need for oxygen, stopping to sink onto a patch of dirt that had a vantage point over the forest, giving her a birds eye view of the trees which were cloaked in inky darkness. The girl outstretched her legs, fingers sinking in the soil, and eyes fluttering closed while she took in the sweet release of peace and quiet, soon to be broken by an aggravated werewolf.
“(Y/N),” came a voice from behind her.
She flinched, blinking through her long lashes to get a look at the person who stood shrouded in moonlight.
“Isaac? What are you doing here?” she asked with intrigue.
He sunk down beside her, his eyes forward, “I could ask you the same.” A starry glow settled over his defined facial structure, blue eyes glowing vibrantly under the diamond dotted sky.
“Oh?” she responded in confusion. “I’ve just been feeling really weighed down recently, what with,” she paused a moment, “you know, everything that’s been going on.”
“You mean you becoming a werewolf,” Isaac grumbled.
“Yes, that. I guess I just needed to get out, escape it all for a little while,” she sighed, not picking up on the bitterness in Isaac’s voice.
“Yeah, well you can’t escape it. This sticks with you, and it’ll stay that way for the rest of you’re life, so don’t think you can just run through the forest and lose that part of you with the wind,” he said flatly.
She stared at the stone faced boy who sat beside her, and he continued on ignoring her gaze and running his fingers through his honey hair with agitation.
“I…um, okay?” she managed at last.
“That’s it? Okay?” Isaac snapped, turning to her and staring daggers into her bewildered expression.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she admitted. “I was just taking a breather to clear my mind, alright?”
“Yeah well maybe you should realize that coming out here at night will do nothing to change the fact that you’re life is over, and it has been from the second you were bit,” Isaac fired back, his jaw pulsating.
Her brows arched, lips parting in surprise, “excuse me?!”
Isaac tilted his face in towards hers, his voice soft and dangerous, “you heard me.”
She stood at once, kicking up dirt and spinning on her heel, her head tilted to the canvas in the sky as she took in shaky breaths and tried with all her might to calm her heartbeat.
“Feel that?” he whispered from behind her. “Heart racing, anger flaring, and that urge that’s begging you to turn right now? Just some of the perks of being a monster.”
“Stop it,” she commanded, her fists balling, nails pinching at her flesh as they extended outwards.
“Go on, let yourself do it. Or don’t. It’s not like you have the self restraint anyways,” he dared.
“SHUT UP!” she bellowed, turning and throwing a fist out towards the werewolf, who instantly caught her blow in his palm.
“Nice try,” he smirked with amusement, “rookie effort.”
She let a soft growl, a rumble gathering in her chest, fangs sinking into her tongue as they peeked out.
“Good, you’re angry,” he sighed with false pity. “It’s too easy with you.”
“Stop it,” she commanded through a ragged breath.
“Or what? You’ll fail at me again?” he breathed.
She looked at the boy in front of her, the one with the strong exterior but soft spot in his heart. She wanted to see him, his cute little smile and bouncy little curls, but she only saw a stranger under the moonlight.
“Just admit it, you’re too pathetic to ever survive our lifestyle,” he snapped.
“Stop,” she said again, her nostrils flaring as she pushed down the pain in her chest.
“Make me,” he dared.
Her eyes flared a bright copper color, claws extending, teeth protruding, and a growl emerging from her lips. She threw out a fist, but Isaac easily ducked, his head bent to the ground, and when it lifted again, his normally bright blue eyes mimicked her own. He lunged forward and aimed a fist at her, but she twisted his wrist back before he could make contact, causing him to wince out in pain. He fought back harder this time, his knee coming to her stomach and making her stumble back, the wind being forced out of her. She snarled and raked her claws against his flesh, but only enough to scrape at his skin.
“Come on,” he panted, “I know you could hurt me right now, and yet you haven’t.”
She went to slash at him again, but when he simply stood there as if to let her, withdrew her claws and pulled away.
“Why won’t you do it?” has asked, his golden eyes narrowing.
She only shook her head in response.
“DO IT,” he screamed, sending a punch at her jaw.
But she didn’t withdraw, she just stood there as his fist made contact with her face, hoping he wouldn’t do it, and crying out with anguish when he did. Her jaw was broken, and even though she could feel it healing at once, it still hurt like hell. The girl whimpered and hobbled away from Isaac, clutching at her face and sinking to the ground as a fresh waved of tears begged for escape behind her closed eyes, her fangs and teeth receding at once. She did not welcome the sobs that came, aware it only made her look even weaker, but she also didn’t accept the hand that came to her shoulder.
“You won, okay? Now leave me alone,” she said through a broken sob, her knees tucked to her chest.
“(Y/N)…” Isaac started unsurely.
“LEAVE!” she screeched, causing him to step back in alarm. “If you want me out of your life so badly, just do it already. I would’ve cared if it was Isaac Lahey, my best friend,” she whimpered, “but you’re not him. Not since I turned, at least.”
“I just-” Isaac began again.
“Don’t,” she begged softly.
Isaac gulped down the lump in his throat, giving a shake of his head, blonde curls spilling over his forehead.
“I don’t know what happened to you, Isaac, but this isn’t you. I don’t know why you hate me because you know I-I never wanted this. I d-didn’t want to be a werewolf, but now I have to be, because I got lucky enough to have a second chance at living, and I thought you of all people would want that for me. But I guess I was wrong, and you’d rather have me dead.” She lifted her head, steely eyes staring forward.
“I don’t want that,” he whispered, almost inaudibly.
“Then what happened!?” she stood, spinning to face the somber looking boy. “What happened to our little moments, our talks, our hugs, our laughs? Did they all die with me?” she panted softly.
Isaac’s eyes softened with sadness, “I don’t know.”
“So that’s it then? I lost my best friend with no explanation as to why?”
He shook his head, blinking through his lashes, his jaw pulsating lightly.
“Fine,” she turned to leave with a bitter chuckle.
“Wait,” he begged, voice breaking.
She stopped in her tracks, listening.
“I know you never wanted to be a werewolf, but…neither did I. When I found out what happened to you, I just- I broke inside. Not because of anything you’d done, but because of my own selfishness. I never wanted this for you because you don’t deserve it, you deserved the world, and you were so close to having it in your hands. You had a whole life ahead of you, one you worked so hard for, one you should’ve had, but instead you got this, you got-” he paused, tears leaking from his eyes, his lower lip quivering, “you got me.”
She turned slowly, looking at the broken boy who stood before her.
“I mean when I turned I had nothing but a life of no purpose, and a father who made me fear for my existence, I was already gone,” he trembled. “But not you. You were good, and you had friends, family, good grades, and a good life. I knew that becoming a werewolf meant all of that would change for you, and nothing would ever be the same again. I guess I just thought the best way for you to go on was without a person like me in your life, a person with nothing to offer you but more pain, and the easiest way for me to do that is if you hated me, which you do now.”
He took in a shaky breath, “I’m so sorry.”
She stared at him, tears streaming down her cheeks, not giving another moment of hesitation before she launched herself into Isaac’s chest, her arms flying around his neck and face burrowing into his collarbone. He froze for a second with surprise before he relaxed around her, arms around her waist and squeezing her tightly into him.
“You were always good enough for me, Isaac Lahey,” she breathed into him.
He placed his chin atop her head, silent tears pooling in his eyes as he brought his hand to her hair and ran his slender fingers through her locks, his throat closing up.
“And you were right. With everything that’s been going on, I’m- I’m scared,” she mumbled into him. “And that’s why I need my best friend now more than ever. Because despite everything, you’ve always remained the one constant in my life, and you’re…” she trailed off.
“What?” he murmured, releasing her as his hands came to cup either side of her face so he could get a good look at her.
“You’re my anchor,” she whispered.
He used his thumb to brush the tears away from her eyes, his touch comforting to her cold flesh.
“I will never leave you. Ever.”
Her own hand came to lace through Isaac’s fingers, “promise?”
“I promise you,” he said. “And I will do everything I can to help you, to make sure you get that life you so dearly deserve.”
She bent forward, touching her forehead gently to his, unsure of what to say anymore. Isaac’s bright blue eyes bore into her own, causing her heart to flutter, and the ground to spin beneath her.
“Trying to let go of you only taught me my greatest fear,” he said softly, after a long silence.
“And what’s that?” she asked.