So I just saw the one about the basement (who would've thought hmm) and I never imagined I would like Stisaac and the idea of a basement, so I thought about something similar. Here it is: Erica told me about Gerard, and I need to know that you're okay. Stisaac please!! Might actually check out this ship tbh. Thankssssss
OH THAT’S REALLY GOOD, WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT?? CONGRATS, YOU GET YOURSELF A FULL FIC (@inell this is for you too!)
TAP, TAP, TAPPING ON THE GLASS - 2.6k
The knock on the glass made Stiles’ pulse jump painfully in his chest, adrenaline racing through his veins as if it would be enough to save him from anything. The sick knot in his stomach reminded him how pointless it was. His fight or flight response hadn’t exactly served him well of late.
It was pointless anyway. He doubted murderous lizards or geriatric psychopaths would bother to knock before coming to snatch him up. That only left–
“I’m really not in the mood to chat, Scott,” he said, not bothering to raise his voice; werewolf ears could probably hear him from the front lawn even if he whispered. He stayed where he was, cross-legged on his bed, stringing and restringing his crosse like he’d been doing for the last half hour. He didn’t know what he was trying to accomplish with it, if getting the ties just right would somehow make his hands stop shaking, but he couldn’t seem to make himself stop.
He heard the rasp of the window sliding open but didn’t turn around. He didn’t think he could look at Scott right now, not after everything that had gone down. Working with the enemy in a double bluff was one thing, but doing it without informing literally anyone else was another and that thing was shitty.
“I said I’m not in the mood for this, Scott,” he repeated a little more forcefully. The way his jaw clenched made the bruises there ache.
Definitely not Scott’s voice, and not Derek’s either. Those were the only people who had ever climbed in through his window before and Stiles found himself halfway off the bed with his crosse held up defensively before he realized whose voice it was.
“Isaac?” He lowered his makeshift weapon but couldn’t find it in him to let go of it completely. “The hell are you doing here?”