Summary: “So I read your Isaac fanfiction and absolutely loved it. And I have a request for you to do another Isaac one. Maybe like the reader gets jealous and is best friends with Scott so she tries to make Isaac jealous? You’re such a great writer and I love your stories!”
Ship: Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader
Warning: Fluff, angst, swearing, flirtation, minor smut, etc.
I growled lowly, shuffling my books from side to side. Glancing back at Isaac, I wanted to scream. A girl, considered to be popular, primarily because she was well known, not because she was liked, ran her hands up and down his chest, laughing with such a strong facade, it made me want to throw up. I had to take deep, slow breaths to remain remotely calm. Ever since he turned, he was more confident, more outgoing, more flirtatious. It was as if he knew he was attractive, not the cool kind, the dickish kind, and used it to his dark advantage. And ever girl wanted to be with him or on him. The thought made me nauseous.
I slam my locker shut, the sound echoing throughout the halls because it was that loud. For a split second, Isaac tore his gaze away from the girl, glancing my way, only to smirk. It was as if he knew I was mad- jealous. Not that I would verbally say it. I scoff, rolling my eyes as Scott made his way towards me. Scott Mccall, my best friend, since, diapers. (Yes, I just quoted Heathers. What can I say, I’m a slut for musicals.) He leaned against my locker, giving me his signature puppy dog smile. I could never ever say no or be sad around him. He wouldn’t allow it. Scott was always, always there for me.
“Hey, (Y/N/N). What’s wrong?” I gave him a look, one that he has seen a thousand times before. “It’s Isaac again, isn’t it?” I lean against my locker, not daring to look at my best friend. I don’t want to. “I can’t help how I feel towards him. And the worst part, he knows and teases, practically taunts me.” I sigh, pondering. He puts his arm around me, giving me a reassure smile. “I’m sorry, (Y/N/N). I’m sure everything will be okay. Things will work out. I promise.” He lifts my chin up, kissing my head. In that moment, I could’ve sworn that I heard a low growl. I look back over my shoulder to see Isaac watching Scott, practically fuming.
I turn my gaze forward before our eyes could meet. We walk to class, Scott’s embrace tight on me. People often looked at us and thought we were dating. But we weren’t. We were playful but not together together. Scott kissed my head again as he walked me to my class. “How ‘bout we get ice cream tonight? My treat?” I smile, nodding. “That sounds fun. I’ll see you later.” We do our signature handshake before I head into class. The rest of the day, my mind pondered and stirred. Why was Isaac so mad at Scott? He only seemed to be tense around me? And then a brilliant idea hit me like a brick. Tomorrow, I was going to make Isaac jealous.
That night at the ice cream shop, I told Scott about my idea. The whole while, he was laughing, but in the end, he agreed. The next day, I put on the sexiest school appropriate outfit that I could find. We had let the others- well, everyone that wasn’t Isaac, know about the plan. Excitedly, I push the doors open. Everyone looked at me, their jaws down to the floor. Especially Isaac. Perfect. I head to my locker, winking at him as I pop it open. I could feel his eyes boring into me. Everything was set in place. Now, it was Scott’s turn. He came in next, looking incredibly attractive with his hair slicked back, black jacket and a tight shirt.
If I wasn’t his best friend, I would pounce on him like the other girls were aching to do. But he was. So, no. He swaggers over to me, his smile practically swooning the girls around him. I almost have to cover my mouth to hide my laugh. But I don’t. I hold my books to my chest as he puts his hand over my head, like boys did in the old movies. “Hey, (Y/n). You look hot today.” He has to bite his lip to stop a smile from forming. “You don’t look to bad yourself, Mccall.” I smirk like I practiced. “How ‘bout you and I get outta here?” He says seductively, probably practiced too. I nod, taking his hand, pulling him to one of the empty classrooms.
We close the door, waiting. The door turns to open, I push Scott towards me, kissing him passionately. It takes me a minute but his hands fly to my waist, pushing and pressing sensually. A low growl comes from behind us, someone pushes Scott off me. Isaac. Bingo. “Stay away from her.” I get up, standing between the two of them. “Why? It’s not like you care or you’re gonna do anything about it?!” And before I could even comprehend the situation, he pressed his lips to mine. Kissing me hard, I almost fell back. However, he kept one hand roughly on my waist and the other on my face. When he let go, he whispered, almost inaudible. “You’re mine.” I smirk, glancing back at Scott.
“Thanks, Scott. I’ll see you at lunch.” He gave me a high five before walking off. Isaac looked between the two of us, completely bewildered. “What?” I giggle slightly. “Scott is my best friend. I’m not dating him. I’ve liked you for, god know’s how long. We came up with a plan to make you jealous, and it worked.” He nodded, wrapping his arms around my waist. “You’re such a tease.” I bit my lip, kissing him slowly. “You have no idea.”
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Reader.
*REQUESTED FROM PROMPTS LIST*
“You’re leaving us in charge? The only humans in this god forsaken town?” Your jaw hits the ground and Stiles exhales comically.
“Personally, I think we’ll make a great team.” He points at you and winks.
“We can’t even lift twenty pounds collectively!” You start to panic.
“Hey, it’ll be fine.” Scott comforts you and you look at Stiles, the excited look on his face almost frightening.
“I just..can we not? Is this like an obligation or can we just skip out on it?” You suck in air between your teeth and Scott chuckles.
“You’ll be fine. I promise. We’ll keep an eye on you.”
“Stiles come help me make the weapons.” Lydia smiles at him.
“Weapons!? No one told me there’d be weapons! Oh my god..” You put your face in your hands as Stiles runs after Lydia.
Everyone’s prepping your backpacks as you get ready to go.
“Now remember, light and throw. Don’t hesitate, okay?” Lydia confirms that you know what you’re doing.
“Yeah, we know.” You nod and step outside.
“Don’t compromise the camera.” Scott adds.
“You guys sound like frickin’ cops.” Stiles raises an eyebrow as he follows you. “You sound like my dad.”
You arrive at the location, ready to fight off the new mysterious men. You’d never seen their faces, they always wore masks. Lydia came to the conclusion that fire was the only way to kill them. The only problem with that was that the building they hid out in had mountain ash surrounding it. You two were the only ones who could get in.
You follow Stiles closely, just about peeing your pants when a man walked up to you.
Stiles stopped walking and you bumped into the back of him. “Jesus…” You whisper, trying to compose yourself.
“Nope. Just me.” The man smirks at you as Stiles bites his lip.
“Where are the rest of you?” Stiles asks.
The man looks at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Stiles rubs his hands together. “I would, actually. Yeah. I’d love to know.”
“You’re a witty one, aren’t you?” The man steps closer.
“Actually, he’s more of a pain in the ass. You get used to it though.” You speak up, trying to protect Stiles.
You sense people watching you and you nudge Stiles. “You’re quite the beauty.” He smiles as he approaches you, tilting your chin up with his hand.
“Do you want to know my skincare routine?” You hear Stiles chuckle at your remark and the man slides his hand down to your neck, drumming his fingers against it.
He squeezes you lightly. “Hey, look. You’re probably gorgeous under that mask there, my dude. I just thought I’d put it out there that, as kinky as it might be, I’m not totally into choking.” You manage to breathe out, your air flow starting to decrease.
You gesture for Stiles as other men step into the room. He throws the Molotov cocktail that he helped Lydia make after lighting it. The explosion blasts the men back, distracting the one with his hands on you long enough for you to escape. You toss another one in his direction.
You walk out the front doors, feeling like a total badass. “Hey. Quick question.”
“What?” Stiles asks as he get in the Jeep, tossing his bag into the backseat.
You sit your bag in your lap. “Was the glitter really necessary?“
He looked like he was thinking as he pulled out of the lot.
”Not really, but it added a nice flare to the explosions, don’t you think?“
“Yeah…I guess you’re right. It made the experience a whole lot more interesting. Does Lydia know that you added glitter?”
“Does Lydia need to know that I added glitter?”
You laugh. “Well okay. That answers my question.”
You arrive back at the house and Scott high fives you. “That was awesome!”
“But honestly, I’d love to know your skincare routine.” Lydia laughs.
“How’d you two learn to work so well together?” Isaac raises an eyebrow.
“We’ve been best friends since preschool. It’s natural.” You shrug and Stiles smiles at you.
“Well, how did you two become best friends?
You exchange a look with Stiles. “He stole my markers…I punched him in the face and he gave me a high-five.”
“can you do an imagine where the reader is Scott’s little sister and Isaac and her have feelings for each other and when Scott sees them kissing issac and Scott get in a super heated fight. also in that process they hurt Scott’s sister by accident. btw I love your imagines sm❤️❤️”
Warnings: Violence, injured reader, fluff
Note: There will not be a part 2 to this, I feel like a cliffhanger so imma write a cliffhanger :P, also I know this is short and shit but I haven’t posted in ages and needed to write something.
“Lahey’s creeping again.” Angie smirked.
You turned your head to follow your friend’s gaze to see Isaac staring at you. When he saw you looking at him a smirk crept onto his face as he made an over the top effort to drag his eyes down your body before flickering his gaze up to your face.
“Isn’t he always.” You said rolling your eyes as you turned away from him to face your locker. “You think he’d be more subtle about it though, considering he’s a Junior.” Angie spoke.
“If there’s one thing that doesn’t mix with Isaac Lahey, it’s subtlety.” You said slyly knowing he could hear every word before the both of you erupt in a fit of giggles.
Request: An Isaac Laheyxreader imagine where they both are fighting with the pack against the Nogistune and instead of Allison dying the reader does
You went there to save someone and you ended up saving two, you were fighting the Oni with Isaac and Allison, you saw her shoot one of them and it seemed like they all turned for her after that, they realised that she was a huge threat and it seemed like they were moving faster than she was, you moved forward pushing her out of the way as a sword went straight through your stomach and that was when everything seemed to freeze. You legs buckled under you but you felt two arms wrap around your waist as you were pulled into someone. “(Y/N) hey, hey your gonna be okay.” Isaac smiled and you looked at him. “I’m not, you… know I’m not.” You said softly. “(Y/N)…” Isaac now had tear flowing down his face. “I’m not scared okay… I want you to know that I’m not scared and I need… To make sure… that you are scared either.” You took in a deep breath “you have to live, you can’t… stop living for me… keep going… then when you meet me again you’ll have… tales to tell.” “We were supposed to live together,” Isaac sounded broken and you shook your head. “We still will… I’m still with you because I love you.” You smiled. “I love you too.” Isaac cried. “I’ll wait for you… Take your time.” You said before you were gone.Everything else seemed to happen in a blur and you were taken from him and then he was questioned and he didn’t know what to do with himself, you always knew what to do, you helped him through everything and now you were gone.Allison took him back to her place not really wanting to leave him alone and he collapsed as soon as they were in her room. “Isaac,” Allison called softly and he looked at her tears falling down his face. “W-what do I do?” He asked. “She’s gone.” “You do what she asked, you do whatever you need to,” Allison answered. “Like she said she’s still her and she will be as long as you believe that she is there.” “What does that mean?” He asked. “It means you need to get out of here and figure it out, live a normal life for a while. My Dad is going to France I’m sure he can help you set up there.” Allison suggested. “How are you so okay?” He asked. “I’m not… (Y/N) was one of my best friends but this isn’t the first time that I lost someone and I know what I need to do.” Allison answered. “She’s your first love and you lost her so you need to work through it properly.” Argent helped him to get somewhere else and start again in the hopes that he will be able to carry out your last wish for him to leave and meet you with tales to tell.
Summary: just a lil one shot based on Perfect by the man Ed himself,from his Divide album. ((plus is still my fav album from him lmao))
pairing: isaac lahey x reader
a/n: i know i said i was gonna try posting more but 2017 hasn’t been too good for me and i’ve been working alot bc yo gurl needs to save for things and yeah life is just hectic af. sorry if it isnt too detailed but i hope this makes up for it and u enjoy this!! feedback is appreciated hehe thenks frands
I found a love for me. Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet.
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.
Cause we were just kids when we fell in love,n
ot knowing what it was.
Isaac never knew that you would be the one that everyone kept talking about. You first knew Isaac from history. You saw him grow. He started out as that shy kid that no one really paid that much attention to. Then suddenly he became this complicated hotstuff,who thought he immediately was superior to others. Before returning back to his old self.
He approached you to help him with his history since you were one of the better students in class. There were the top students,so you had no idea why he picked you to be his tutor.
Countless of study sessions later,it was finally time for the exam. Time to see if all those tutoring sessions was worth it at all.
With You, It Means Something - Isaac Lahey (slight) Smut
Request; Could you do one where you dry hump Isaac in class during like a project or something like you guys are alone or something? Idm :)
Warning; slight smut
I’m back guys!!!!! omfg okay, this is so not my best work, but I tried for a comeback lmao okay, I have the jeep series coming up next yaaaas man yaaaas (that’ll be a little early christmas present ;) haha)
Word count; 1008
“Okay, discuss anything with your partners outside of the lesson, don’t try to think you can mess my classroom up just because I’m telling you to be sociable,” you teacher spoke and then continued with the lesson before the bell rang. You and Isaac met up at your locker, which was closer to the classroom than his. He leaned against the rows of metal cabinets as you swapped your books to those you’d need for homework.
“Do you want to find a classroom?” he asked with a small smile just a second before you closed your locker.
“Sure, yeah,” you nodded and twisted the numbers to lock your locker, before following behind him.
You both found an english room, which wasn’t going to be used for detention or any help classes so you had the room for yourselves to get a start on the project.
You were halfway through the work when you both called for a break, seeing you had plenty of time before you had to be home. You were talking about everything and anything when something a little touchy managed to slip into the conversation.
“I heard you made out with one of the guys on the team,” Isaac brought up nonchalantly.
“It was a stupid game, I didn’t exactly want to,” you chuckled, not too bothered about it, since everyone knew it was just a game of spin the bottle, something normal at parties once people get a bit more confused about what is going on. He knew that too, but suddenly, he didn’t seem to…
“You know you should be going out to kiss guys who you want to, right?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. You were sitting in the back corner at a long bench, simply because it was easier to lay all things out for your project. He was leaning his back against the wall as he faced you to talk, while you put your elbow onto the table, holding your head in your hand tiredly.
“Of course,” you smiled lightly, “I know that, but it was just a game,” you explained, “Didn’t mean anything, and never will. There’s not a lot of guys it would mean anything with,” you shrugged as he pushed himself away from the wall and leaned on the table, turning his head towards you as well.
“Like who?” he asked with a small smile, scanning your face as something tugged at the corner of your mouth as well.
“Well, I don’t know, there are a very small number of guys. Someone we both know well included,” you shrugged, watching him as he did you.
“Could I have a name to congratulate the lucky guy?” he pushed, making you go a little red, having to bite your lips to not blurt out your feelings.
“Not sure you’ll immediately know who he is,” you told him, your eyes flitting down to the table as you picked up the pen and twirled it around your fingers absentmindedly. “Isaac Lahey?”
“That idiot?” he chuckled, leaning forward and using a finger to lift your chin up, his other taking the pen from you. “God, I don’t know if he deserves you,” he practically whispered as you just tried to control your breathing before he had placed his lips on your hesitantly, but you soon let his confidence take over as you let your hands wind around hi neck and he turned in his seat, pulling you towards him. After enough tugging, you had managed to climb over him, straddling his hips as his hands wandered down your back to your jeans, pulling you closer, fingers caught in your belt loops while you felt the need to get closer and closer to him. Your back arched, pushing into his chest while his mouth continued to work, the sound of your lips and tongues moving together as well as your heavy breaths the only sounds in the room. This continued for a while before his hands had tightened on your back, making you push yourself closer to him. He let out a low groan at the movement, which you took as a good sign and continued to roll your hips while he let out a light chuckle, playfully biting your bottom lip before having to pull away to catch his breath while you continued to move over his crotch, hearing his quiet groans and moans, his hands running up and down your back, pulling you closer, squeezing your sides as your hands held the back of his neck and right shoulder, eyes closed as you moved faster, desperate for more friction.
“Holy sh-“ he cut off as you gasped, speeding up before you pushed his head to yours again, letting his lips meet yours to muffle your expressions of pleasure. “Whoa, whoa, stop,” he pulled your hands off him gently and held them between the two of you as you tried to get your breath back, staring at him. You slowly pulled one of your hands from his grasp and pushed his hair back.
“What? Did I do something wrong? Oh my God, did I-“
“No, no,” he chuckled, “Uh, I just kinda want to make it home dry,” he told you, not looking at your face, averting his eyes and keeping them on your intertwined hands.
“Oh,” you said quietly before letting out a giggle. “Do you want to-“
“I’ll drive if you don’t tease,” he said, cautiously looking up at you.
“Okay,” you smiled before lightly pressing both of your lips together and then sliding off his lap, gathering your stuff together before the two of you made your way out to the car park to your car. He grabbed your hand as you left the classroom, pulling you close to him the two of you both smiling as he kissed the side of your head on the way out.
Here you can find my writing that I’ve done for
either Teen Wolf or The Originals, as well as Captain Hook/Kilian Jones
from Once Upon A Time and MacGyver (the reboot). Ones that have been
requested by people and the ones that I have written as well. Enjoy
reading through them :). And anybody’s welcome to request, just send me
an ask. x
Hi! Could you please make a Stiles one based on a One Direction song? You choose! Than you
Half a Heart
OH MY GOD YES! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST THIS FOREVER (I was going to write one anyways) BESIDES TEEN WOLF 1D IS MY OTHER FANDOM!
Song: Half a Heart (midnight memories) I recommend listening to it
So your friends been tellin’ me, you’ve been sleeping in my sweater and you can’t stop missing me. I bet my friends been tellin’ you I’m not doin much better cause I’m missing half of me
I was walking down the hallway miserable as always. Life wasn’t going my way lately and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. Cry because I lost her. The only good thing still in my life.
I plopped down in my desk ungracefully and buried my face in my hands until Lydia walked up to me.
“Hey Stiles.” she said softly.
“Hi.” I replied but my voice came out harsh and scratchy.
“You know Stiles, you’re not the only one suffering. She misses you like crazy. Y/N still wears your sweater to bed because she said it still smelt like you and she needs that comforting feeling of home to fall asleep.”
“I know, I bet Scott’s been telling her the same thing about me. I’m a wreck without her. She was the other half of me Lydia. She was kind and compassionate. She was everything I wasn’t. Without her I feel incomplete. Like I don’t feel like myself at all.”
And bein’ here without you is like I’m waking up to only half a blue sky, kinda there but not quite. I’m walking around with just one shoe. I’m half a heart without you. I’m half a man at best with half an arrow in my chest. I miss everything we do, I’m half a heart without you.
Without Y/N I feel some empty. It feels like waking up and only half the sky being blue. It’s this horrible feeling like you know something should be there but it’s not. I’m so out of it I walked out of the house today with only one shoe and didn’t notice until Scott pointed it out.
God, I miss her. I literally feel like my heart was split in half. I’m definitely not the same person anymore. She made me so happy. She brought the light into my life. She made me want to be kinder and more joyful. She made me that. Now that she’s gone I’m half a man at best. I literally miss everything we did. From the way we played silly games like four year olds to having late night talks about the future.
Forgot all we said that night, no it doesn’t even matter because we both got split in two. If you could spare an hour or so we can go to lunch down by the river, we can really talk it through.
I needed to make things right. So I got up and went to go find Y/N. I found her at her locker slowly putting her books away. It was as if everything was moving in fast motion around her and she was in slow motion. I slowly creep up towards her trying to not get cold feet on my way over.
“Hey Y/N.” I said slowly.
“Oh, hey Stiles.” her tone matched mine with a slight surprise in it.
“Y/N, I can’t stand this. Look at us. This isn’t us. Forget everything we said. None of it matters. We are both clearly miserable and need each other. We were both split in half that night and I can’t function without you. So please just give me an hour. We can go out to lunch down by the river where I first asked you out. Just please can we talk this through?” I begged.
With just a small movement she nodded her head; but nothing was ever more important than that small shake.
I tried to get you out of my head but the truth is I got lost without you. I’m half a heart without you.
We walked down to the river where I asked her out for the first time. There was more distant in between us than I would’ve liked. I wanted nothing more than to reach down and grab her hand but I couldn’t.
“Y/N. I’m so sorry about that night. I didn’t mean anything I said. I was stupid. I tried to get you out of my head but the truth is I got lost without you. You were the one who kept me in check. You were the one who lead me through the darkness. I can’t think straight. You take up every single brain cell. I can’t think about anything but you. You’ve clouded up my mind. You are the other half of me and when you left you took half my heart with you and now I’m left alone, broken, and incomplete. Y/N I love you more than anything in this entire universe so please please please give me another chance. I need you.” I pleaded.
Instead of responding she pulled be into a kiss. Her gentle lips against mine created a feeling I longed for. The spark was back and my entire body was filled with nothing but happiness. I was finally whole again.
AN/ I hope you liked it. It isn’t my best work but I love one direction so that makes everything better. Anyways keep requesting preferably one direction song request. That would be awesome
Can I have a imagine/one-shot where the reader is a banshee, but she find out now and do not know how to deal with strange things that only she hears, voices in his head and screams. Isaac Lahey, her best friend and her big crush, shows up and tries to help her, saying beautiful things and feelings that he didn’t know existed for her. How does not work, as the reader it continues on the ground, crying and trying not to scream, he kisses her. Thank you so much! XO
Author’s Note: I almost refused this request because I was almost certain that I read something similar before but with Brett. However, there are more than one ways to write something so this is my version. It doesn’t follow the request exactly (sorry!) but I’ve tried my best. I was having trouble with how to end it, so I hope this is good.
It used to start with a few whispers she couldn’t discern.
It was easy to ignore, easy to drown out.
But as time passed, the whispers turned to voices. There
were so many overlapping that they drowned out each other, turning into a
Then the voices turned into screams. No volume of music
could drown them out and she’d clutch her head and curl up until they eventually
She wasn’t sure how long she could hear the voices in her
head. She never wanted to say a word about it because if she did, she’d certainly
be locked up in Eichen House. She researched into her possibly having a mental
illness, but all tests of her neurotransmitter levels showed normal levels.
Everything in her head was too real to be a hallucination.
But that’s what all crazy
Crazy or not, she was almost certain that the voices led to
people’s deaths. Once in a while, she’d pass by someone on the street and a whisper
would turn into a scream momentarily. And almost always the next day, the
person’s face would appear on the news, dead and bloody. It had happened too
many times for it to be a coincidence.
The voices and screams usually dwindled back into whispers,
but it was a bad three days when it didn’t. The voices didn’t and wouldn’t
stop. She tried to go about her day as if nothing was happening inside her
head, but her head throbbed with pain that the usual ibuprofen did not help.
Her locker feels cool when she rests her forehead against
it. It relieves some of the pain, but the screeching in her mind does not dull.
It takes her a moment to register that someone had gently grasped her elbow,
and she turns to find Isaac beside her.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice seeped with worry.
She blinks slowly as if trying to register his presence. She’s
almost certain that the screams die out for a moment. “Migraine,” she answers.
It’s not a lie; not really. But no matter how good of friends they are, this is
something she would never, ever tell
him. She couldn’t risk losing her best friend on account of her strange
“Do you want to go to the nurse’s office?”
She tries to shake her head, but pain shoots through her and
she winces. “I…I think I’m gonna go home and rest.” She pushes herself up from
the lockers and squeezes Isaac’s hand gently before slipping away. Each step she
makes her head throb. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
She tries to focus on driving home but the more the screams
built up in her head, the more she want to scream herself. She’s not sure how
she parks in her driveway as she rushes up to her room to curl up on her bed.
Her eyes squeeze shut and her hands fly to her hair as the shrieks feel like
they split her head open.
“I can’t. I can’t. I can’t!” she whispers, tears burning her
She needs something, anything
to relieve the tension building up inside of her. Her mouth opens and lets out
a deafening scream. The shockwave that is released shatters all the windows in
her house as her sobs grow. The voices in her head haven’t stopped.
Hands fly to her and pull her into a sitting position. Through
her tears, she sees Isaac kneeling before her. What was he doing here?
He cups her face, fingers trying to wipe away her tears. “Hey,
hey. [Name], look at me. I got you,” he whispers.
“Make it stop!” she sobs. The noise in her head continues
and all she wants is for it to stop. “I can’t. I can’t!”
She reeks of panic, fright, and pain. He noticed she had
been distracted for the past several days and followed her home when she left
the school. There was something off about her behavior and when her scream screeched
in his ears and witnessed the windows of her house shatter, he knew. She was
the same as Lydia: a banshee. Isaac ignores his blood slowly lolling from his
ears and tries to absorb some of her pain, though it does little to help.
“[Name]! Listen to me. You’re a banshee. That’s why you’re
hearing voices, but you need to control them. Think of something else.”
[Name] shakes her head, pleading, “I can’t think. It won’t
stop. Isaac, make it stop, please.”
If he didn’t do something now, she was gonna scream again
and potentially kill him. There was no way he was gonna leave her like this. He
wasn’t gonna leave her ever.
“Hey, listen to me,” he starts. “[Name], do you remember
when our families went to the beach when we were kids? Do you remember when I
had Camden help me buy you a new ice cream because you tripped on a rock and
dropped it? Then we built a sandcastle and you found that starfish by the
water. Remember that?”
She nods slowly, tears still dripping down her face.
“Then you went on and on about how the sand in your hand
looked like a heart and when we took a picture of you, the sand looked like a
giant blob instead.”
A smile flickers on her face, and she thinks that the
screams are going to die out, but they flare up inside in full force that it
makes her nauseous. She gasps in pain and digs her fingers in his arms. “Oh
god,” she cries, “it’s getting worse!”
He was just about out of time when he vaguely remembered
what Lydia did when Stiles was having a panic attack. If he was going to die,
he may as well die knowing what her lips felt like.
Everything goes quiet with his lips against hers and the
pain starts to fade as Isaac absorbs it. [Name] lifts a shaky hand to brush
against his cheek as he pulls her closer. What should have been a brief kiss
lasted longer than intended, and time became irrelevant. Though not initially
romantic, it was hard to say that it wasn’t at that point.
When they broke away, it was hard for them not to smile.
“Are you okay?” Isaac asks, wiping at the tears that had
started to dry on her cheeks.
Jealous much? (Stiles Stilinski ft Isaac Lahey Imagine)
Request: Stiles getting jealous that issac was flirting
i hope you like it! Sorry for being late with your request. And tomorrow(friday) i’ll be more active since i am finally done with exams so i can now be on tumblr all the time :D
knew that Stiles liked me. God that kid had a giant crush on me since Lydia
Martin told him she doesn’t like him. I’m not complaining about Stiles liking
me, because i actually like him too. But Stiles being Stiles, he’s not really
good at expressing his feeling. So i’m taking matters into my own hands.
I was very traumatized. My dad was drunk…which he did often. And he started to beat us more than before. He actually threw my little sister against the wall…it killed her instantly. My mom told me to run while he was upstairs. We knew he was grabbing a pistol.
I ran to my best friends’ house. I bursted through the door. “Scott!” I shouted. It was really late, but I knew his mom was out working the late shift. He came running down the stairs with Isaac right on his heals. “He killed them, he killed them, he killed my mother and my sister and I don’t know what to do!” I started to cry and they grabbed me.
They started to take my pain. Soon enough I was painless but my heart was still broke. “(Y/N), it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” Scott told me.
“They’re dead Scott and now he’s going to come after me.” I sank to my knees.
“Isaac, stay with her, I’ll be back.” Scott said and ran out the door. Isaac lifted me up onto his lap and I curled up into his chest.
“It’s going to be alright.” He whispered.
“How do you know? I have no one else.”
“Because I know you’re strong. You’ll get through this.”
“But my mom…my sister…my homework was in that house.” Isaac laughed a little bit.
“Harris is going to kill me if I don’t show up tomorrow with it.”
“I think he’ll make an exception.” We sat in each other’s silence. His arms around me.
“Thank you.” I whispered, looking up at him. He looked down at me, his blue eyes twinkling. He reached down and started wiping my tears away with his thumb. He then cupped my cheek. I leaned up as he was leaning down. Our lips touched and it was so sweet and delicate. We pulled away. “I really like you.” I told him and he smiled.
“I really like you too.” He said and kissed me again. He set me down on the floor, still kissing me and he hovered over me. It was…really hot.
a/n: sorry, I feel like this is crap. I don’t have anything to write about because I’m not getting anything to write about.
I straightened the black belt
before taking few steps backwards observing the perfectly bushido karate belts
hanging above my bed my name is engraved in Japanese, I smiled proudly at how
far I got. I let out a big satisfied smile before turning to the last box,
there I had all of my medals and trophies ready to be placed on the shelf my
dad placed last night.
“Y/N! are you ready? You don’t
want to be late for your first day at your new high school!” I heard my mother
calling from down stairs.
“I’ll be down in a sec!” I
called back as I walked to the mirror checking I was ready, both, Mentally and
appearance. The purple sweater isn’t tight around my body, yet manages to show
my curved figure, my ripped black skinny jeans are pushed beneath my light
brown boots. My eyes liner was perfectly even along with the blush, adding to
my natural beauty. My hair was down curled perfectly and looked healthy and in
a natural shape.
You were finishing the final touches on your outfit when the doorbell rung. Taking a deep breathe you slid down the stairs, your dress fluttering with you as you approached the door. A small gasp poured from your boyfriends lips as he saw you; your eyes bright and hair curled as you shot him the most radiant smile.
“God you’re so gorgeous!”
You blushed, “Thank you Isaac. You don’t look too bad yourself!”
He laughed looping his arm with yours, “Ready my lady?”
“ISAAC WHO IS THIS ADORABLE LITTLE CHILD!?” You shouted the moment the small boy clamped onto your leg giggling and calling you “pwetty”
“That’s my little brother, Ethan!” Isaac smiled as he watched you play with his little brother. You and Ethan hit it off almost instantly, he’d show you all his Pokémon cards and video games as you gave him tips. Eventually the two of you decided to have a nerf war, which was basically you guys shooting at Isaac numerous times until he got fed up and chased you around the house threatening to shoot you all back.
When he finally caught up to you two you pulled Ethan into your lap shielding him from Nerf bullets crying out dramatically, “Not my precious little Ethan! Please sir, take me instead!”
Isaac laughed, “I’m starting to think you love Ethan more than me.”
“Maybe I do!” You giggled as Ethan stuck his tongue out at Isaac. “Isaac, are you… Are you jealous!?”
“well maybe I AM jealous!”
“Don’t be babe!” You giggled standing up and planting a long, reassuring kiss to his lips. “I love youuu”
“Promise?” He pleaded shooting you the most sweet, unassuming puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.
“Of course!” You smiled gently your heart melting under his loving gaze. That is, until he shot you.
“What the heck was that for?” You shouted staring at him in shock. The little nerf dart he had shot at you was now on the floor with the rest of the ammunition from that nights battle.
“Vengeance!” He laughed.
“Oh its on Lahey!”
27•"Are you coming?”
“Excuse me sir I finished all my work can I leave now?”
“No detention is not over yet!”
“I thought it was only supposed to be an hour long!”
“It can be as long as I want it to be Mrs. Y/L/N!”
You huffed defiantly glaring at the old jerk of a teacher who wouldn’t let you leave. Sighing you looked down to see it was nearly 6 and you were already late for Movie night at Isaac’s. Isaac was your best friend and had been for years, so things like Movie night had become sacred traditions for you! Isaac had texted you,
‘Are you coming?’
‘Ugh I wish! Detentions holding up a lot longer than I would have liked! :(’
‘I’m on my way’
‘what?’ you replied but he never responded. Shrugging you turned back to the front of the room plugging in head phones to cancel out the noise. About ten minutes later you were jamming out to music and doing homework when the fire alarms went off! You grabbed your bag and ran outside your teacher nowhere insight.
“Miss me?” You heard a familiar voice chuckle from behind you.
“ISAAC!” You squealed jumping into his arms. It had only been a few hours since you last saw him but that detention had made it feel like an eternity! “How-? Why-? Did you plan this?”
He smirked, “you know it! Now come on we gotta get out before they notice there’s no fire and you are gone!”
29•"I cant focus with her in the room!“
You and Isaac weren’t exactly enemies, you were both on the same side and shared all the same friends but anyone could note there was a definite tension between the two of you. Whenever you were around, his mind would fog over and he’d lose focus. His mind always seemed to drift to you and it terrified him, he refused to allow himself to divulge in your fantasy. Thus when you were around, he tended to be more aggressive and tense than usual, unaware of how to cope with his feelings. One day you had been called to Scotts for a pack meeting, a new threat had emerged in Beacon Hills and it was up to you guys to find a way to stop it before people were hurt or worse killed.
“Does anyone have any ideas?” Scott asked the group, it was silent before Stiles spoke up.
“We could set a trap maybe Y/N could be the bait since she’s one of the most unusual creatures in beacon hills-”
“Never going to happen, any other ideas?” Isaac stated turning to the rest of the group. You were in shock as you stared Isaac down. Why would he say that?
“Hey I liked Stiles plan, I think it was really effective!” You protested curious as to how he’d respond.
“Yeah we cant just say no to his idea because its not safe, Isaac!” Scott argued.
“Uh YES we can! Its incredibly dangerous and unpredictable and utterly unnecessary!”
“Do you have a better idea?” Malia challenged.
Isaac growled rubbing a rough hand through his long hair, “I would but I cant focus with her in the room!”
You were so nervous, this was your first comic con for Teen Wolf and you were dating Dylan. To be honest, nervous isn’t anywhere near to what you were feeling, you were more terrified, you didn’t know what the audience where going to ask and you had no answers ready. Dylan had announced your relationship about a month ago and so far, you had gotten a bit of hate but mostly support and love to the relationship.
It’s now about an hour until everyone is introduced and brought up on stage. Your hands were sweaty and slightly shaking, Dylan noticed and held your hands, “Don’t worry, they’ll love you. It’s honestly not bad, after a while, you won’t even notice the amount of people in the room.” Dylan kissed your hands until he realized how wet your hands were, his face said everything and you laughed in return. “Thanks, I hope it’ll be fine otherwise I probably won’t talk to you for a while… I mean until you bribe me with food.” You replied, Dylan chuckled and put your hands down and led you to the sofa in the other side of the room.
The hour sent by and Dylan’s assistant manager, Maddie, walked into the room, “it’s now time for you guys to go on stage, you have five minutes to get ready. I got everyone else ready as well, and careful, there’s a big crowd.” You froze, your hands started shaking again and your heart was beating so loud and hard, you were sure she could hear it from where she was standing. “Okay, thanks Maddie, now you can relax without me being annoying!” Dylan said, almost bursting into laughter, followed by a small chuckle by Maddie.
“AND NOW, THE AMAZING DUO AND COUPLE…Y/F/N AND DYLAN O'BRIEN!!” The host shouted. Dylan held your hand tightly and walked out onto the stage, Tyler Posey stood up from his chair and ran towards the both of you, he hugged you, then Dylan. After the hugs, you both walked to your chairs and sat down. “Now, we will begin answering your questions! Who wants to begin?!” Most of the audience shot their hands up in the air. “Okay, you with the grey McCall jumper!” Requested the host.
“My question is for Dylan” requested the teenager, “okay, sweetie go ahead.” Replied Dylan. “What is it like working with your girlfriend?” Said the girl. “Absolutely awful, literally the worst thing ever!” Dylan said staring at you with adoration, “it’s really the best, working with someone who is generous and sweet is just great and she’s amazing, I’m probably the most luckiest guy in the world, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, I love you Y/F/N!” Continued Dylan while holding your hand.
A/N; So this a platonic imagine in honor of Allison Argent. I miss that angel so damn much, but she’s in a better place now. May she rest in peace!
**Also I highly recommend listening to ‘Where Do I Even Start by Morgan Taylor Reid’ and ‘Saturn by Sleeping At Last’, while you’re reading this. I used some of their lyrics and got most of my inspiration for this imagine, from them. All of those lyrics go to the writers. (Also Sleeping At Last is one of my favorite bands, anyway. They’re incredible). ‘I Need You by M83′ is also perfect. And a really good instrumental for this is ‘Time by Hans Zimmer’. All of those really set the mood, and tell a story their selves.
Warnings/Triggers; Death of a best friend, loss of someone, depression, and this just includes a lot of sadness. If I missed any more, please let me know and I’ll add them as well!
March 17, 2014.
A day that heaven earned an angel and the world lost one.
A day the world had lost a hero, a warrior, a fighter, an inspiration.
A daughter. A lover. A friend. A best friend.
Your best friend.
They say that you never truly understand how much someone means to you, until they’re gone.
That you never fully understand how much you relied on them, how much you’d miss them, how much happiness they brought into your life, and how big the impact they had on you was.
That you never truly realize how much you love them, how much you need them. Untilone day, they just weren’t there anymore.
And god, have you never heard anything more true.
You missed Allison Argent. You missed that girl with every fiber in your entire being.
And you’d give absolutely anything to bring her back. To bring back the girl that everyone knew and loved, the one who had always left such a mark on people.
The girl that was a part of yourself, practically your other half. The girl that was your best friend.
You knew that she’d died a hero, that she had died to save her friend. That she would have done it again in a heartbeat, without a second thought.
She had died in such a way that was honorable and truly showed who Allison was as a person, and you knew that if she was going to die in any way, that that was how she’d had wanted to go.
How she would have wanted to be remembered.
But it wasn’t right. And it certainly wasn’t fair.
How could it possibly be fair that the world had took someone so precious and pure, someone who only wanted to protect those she loved? Someone who only chose to see the good in people, and only ever did what was right?
And no matter how many times people would tell you, “she’s in a better place”, and that “nothing can hurt her any more”, it didn’t change your mind.
It would never be able to change your mind.
Allison Argent deserved far more than anything she was ever given.
She deserved so much more than being taken away at such a young age, being taken away when there was so much left to explore.
To see, to experience, to live for.
(y/n) could only ever remember the good in her.
The way that if someone had dropped their books in the halls, she’d had bent over without being asked and picked them up.
The way that if someone was being picked on, she’d stick up for them.
The way that she was continuously being there for everyone.
The way that she put others before herself.
And as you found yourself walking to her grave, you could feel the ache of your heart remembering everything that you never got to say to her, to tell her, to let her know.
So as you sat down on the musty grass, and stared ahead at your best friends tombstone, you were determined to let out everything that you never could.
Let out everything that you had kept inside, everything that you were too scared to say, too late to say.
I mean, how could you possibly put into words everything? It hurt so much to even say her name, for fucks sake, how could you possibly get out what had been buried for so long?
Isaac Lahey takes a road trip that leads away from one love and toward another. Derek drives, and Stiles calls shotgun. (post 3a, werewolf!stiles, past isaac/scott/allison)
On my quest to find Stisaac fic, I stumbled upon this fic and holy fuck i am so glad I did. First off, the writing is gorgeous. Just take your breath away, mood-inducing, melancholy gorgeousness. The charcterizations are hard and real and so so true to the show, I believe, in a way that hurts.
It’s Isaac POV, which I had only read in a multiple pov fic once before, so it was such a refreshing read. The Isaac voice and the way the author interpreted him and some of his thoughts - I will never look at Isaac the same way. Isaac is one of my top fave characters, so this was amazing.
The way Isaac/Derek, Isaac/Stiles, Stiles/Derek came together was so interesting. As a Sterek fan, the moment when Stiles and Derek finally came together and Isaac’s moment there - BE STILL MY HEART SWOONS. Then the end, when they’re all together, just…it fit so perfectly.
Plus, I love threesome relationships. I come from 3 previous fandoms where threesome relationships were common and the perfect combo, and I love the idea of 3 people falling in love and trying to make it work. And this fandom has some many fantastic characters that I CRAVE threesome relationships in Teen Wolf fic. Plus, this is 3 of my favorites, so I am so sold on this pairing.
I highly HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend this fic. This is, hands down, one of the best fics I’ve ever read in this fandom. Even if you generally don’t read this pairing, or non-sterek, or whatever, give it a try. Just a gorgeous fic I didn’t know I needed in my life.