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“What, nothing?”/ “Say something!” / Christmas proposal

A/n: I am combining a few different prompts because it was too perfect not to.

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Word Count: approx 1.7k

Warnings: Vague mentions of Isaac’s past, unbearable amounts of sappiness and fluff

Song Inspiration: “Love is Beginning”- Imaginary Future

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday. You love the bustle of people out searching for that perfect gift that will bring a smile to someone’s face, the bright lights and colorful decorations, the sheer love that permeates the season.

 You’re smiling as you reach Derek’s loft with your arms full of bags. The door is opened before you can knock, or rather kick, to announce your presence. Sometimes werewolf hearing is an annoying trait to put up with but now isn’t one of those times. You drop the bags inside the door in relief, careful of the glass items in there.

 “Thanks, Scott,” You greet, pulling the Alpha into a hug. “How was the trip down?”

 “Great,” Scott answers enthusiastically as he crushes you in his embrace. It’s been a good six months since you’ve seen him. “Well,” he amends. “It could have been better without the baby whining every five minutes.”

 “Would you give that a rest,” Stiles appears out of the kitchen, coming over to wait his turn to greet you properly. “I was trapped in the back seat between the luggage and the cooler. And your wife was asking me to hand her a snack every five minutes. Next year, I’m driving.”

 Scott’s smirking when he pulls away and lets Stiles engulf you in a hug as he disappears into the kitchen where Allison and Lydia are catching up.

 “I’m never riding five hours in a car with a pregnant woman ever again,” Stiles whispers in your ear as he squeezes you hello.

 You laugh lightly but it becomes a full-bodied cackle when Scott shouts “I heard that.”

 Stiles rolls his eyes at Scott as he lets you go and steps back. “So,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets. “How’s it going? How’s Isaac? You two are still banging, right?”

 “Not that it’s any of your business,” Isaac answers, walking in the door and wrapping his arms around you from behind. You both know that Stiles was just asking to be a pain in the ass. You’ve been with Isaac for almost two years now. He kisses your neck in greeting. “Hey, babe.”

 “Hey,” you bite the corner of your lip to keep your smile from growing embarrassingly sappy.

 “Ok, well, I’m going to go…,” Stiles trails off, trying to think of something he can do so that he doesn’t have to watch the two of you being disgustingly in love. He gets enough of that at home. Finally, he just shrugs. “I’m just gonna go.”

 Isaac’s eyes trail after Stiles’ escape and a wicked grin settles on his face. He’s gotten what he was aiming for.

 You twist in Isaac’s hold and kiss his lips. They’re warm and inviting so you don’t stop, deepening the kiss instead.  It’s no mystery to anyone that Isaac is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. You speak those words often and loudly every chance you get.

 A throat clears behind the two of you and you break apart to see who’s intruding on your romantic moment.

 Derek stands at the door with his arms full of bags, scowl on his face. “Do you mind? You’re blocking the doorway.”

 “Sorry,” you mutter, only the slightest bit embarrassed as you pull Isaac out of the way.

 Derek passes to put the bags in his room, murmuring about wanting to have a nice, quiet Christmas to himself next year. You don’t need to be a werewolf to know he’s lying.

 Boyd and Erica follow Derek into the loft, both with their hands full as well. Boyd carrying more bags and Erica carrying a platter of food.

 “You missed the mistletoe by about a dozen feet,” she smirks, nodding at the plastic decoration hung over archway leading into the kitchen.

 “Oh, yeah, thanks,” Isaac tells her as he sets his sights on it. Then, just to be a dick, he drags you over to the kitchen and kisses you under the mistletoe. Every time Erica tries to go around the two of you to set down the tray in her hands, Isaac shifts so that the two of you are blocking her way again.

 “Not. Funny,” Erica narrows her eyes at him.

 “Oh, I’m sorry. Are we in your way?” Isaac asks, blinking back at her innocently.

 “Just for that, I’m switching your present. Now you’re getting the socks I was going to give Derek,” She threatens.

 Isaac grins gleefully but frees her hands, taking the tray into the kitchen for her, and returning to wrap her in a hug. “It’s been too long,” he says into her hair.

 “I know,” Erica answers, holding tightly to her brother in all but blood. “I’d forgotten what a jerk you were in the flesh. (Y/n), here, had me tricked into thinking you were respectable now.”

 You smile as you watch the exchange. This is why Christmas is your favorite.

 ~@~

 Over the years, the pack has drifted apart physically but the bond between all of you remains strong. Christmas at Derek’s loft is the one place where you know you’ll get to see each other every year.

Voices carry around the table as you have a nice holiday dinner, people talking over each other and laughter echoing through the room. It’s the perfect lead up to what comes next.

 Once dinner is finished, everyone converges around the tree to exchange gifts. Allison and Scott cuddle up on the couch while Stiles sits on the arm. For all his talk of crazy pregnant women, he’s awfully protective of the one that’s made his brother-from-another-mother so incredibly happy.  Erica and Boyd sprawl out on the floor in front of them. You’re surprised when Lydia joins Erica and Boyd without a fuss, tucking her skirt under her legs but otherwise unbothered by the possible danger to her designer outfit. Derek takes one of the two remaining armchairs and Isaac lets you take the other, choosing to sit at your feet. His back is pressed against your shins and you’re in the perfect position to run your fingers through his hair.

 “So, who’s first?”

 There’s a flurry of ripping wrapping paper for the next twenty minutes or so as the pack takes turns opening their gifts. Isaac laughs when he does, indeed, get socks from Erica, but they aren’t nearly as ugly as the ones Derek gets from her so he’s grateful she didn’t actually switch them.

 Soon enough, there’s one present left and it’s got your name on it. It’s a medium sized box and Isaac hands it to you with a shy smile.

 “I hope you like it,” he says quietly.

 You grin at him sweetly, running your hands over the perfectly wrapped box.

 “I’m sure I’ll love it,” You assure him. Anything that comes from Isaac is going to be a gift from the heart. There’s no way you could not love it.

 You unwrap the box quickly and open it to find mountains of tissue paper filling the inside. You slowly begin removing the paper, being careful not to dislodge anything small that might try to spill out with the paper. Soon, you’re at the bottom of the box and… it’s empty.

 “What, nothing?” You ask with a laugh, certain that this is one of those holiday tricks like when someone wraps a box inside a box inside another box.

 When you look up, you see Isaac on bended knee in front of you with a small velvet box in his hands. He’s smiling at you nervously and you realize that this is very much not a joke.

 “(Y/n), when we first started going out, I honestly didn’t know how long we could possibly last. It wasn’t anything you did. You were perfect, the best thing that possibly could have happened to me. But that’s what made it so scary,” Isaac reaches out and takes one of your hands. “I had all these issues that I was afraid of talking about and I was worried about what people would think when everything was out in the open. I was afraid of what you’d think, that you’d see how damaged I was and run the other way. But somehow, you kicked down every last wall I had spent years building and you became the one person I knew I could talk to about anything.”

 There are tears in your eyes at this point. You remember those late night conversations when Isaac bared his soul to you. You remember being horrified at what he’d been through and wanting nothing more than to hold him close and protect him from the world that had only taught him of hatred and fear.

 “I don’t know if you’ve realized but you’ve saved me in so many ways. Growing up I was taught that love is a terrifying thing. Loving someone would only get you hurt. But, (Y/n), I’m not scared anymore. Because you showed me the other side of love. The side that heals instead of hurts, the side that’s open and unconditional. I love you so much and, if you’ll have me, I’d like to spend the rest of life being able to show you that. So, (Y/n), will you marry me?”

 Isaac opens the little box in his hand and reveals a beautiful ring, white gold with a diamond set into the middle surrounded by a smaller diamond on each side of it.

 You stare at the ring, mouth covered by one hand to try and muffle any embarrassing noises your crying might cause.

 “Say something!” Someone says when you’ve been quiet for too long. You’d forgotten you had an audience.

 Raising your eyes from the ring, you find Isaac patiently waiting for your answer. He knows you well enough to know that you can’t really speak when you’re trying not to cry.

 “Yes,” you answer when you can finally speak again. “Yes!”

 Isaac smiles and takes the ring from the box, slowly sliding it on your finger before wrapping you up in a warm hug. His eyes are wet when he pulls away but you pull him right back in.

 And yeah, Christmas is definitely your favorite.

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idk who needs to hear this but:

-your worth as a writer isn’t based on the hits, kudos, comments, or follows, and just because someone else gets more than you do does not automatically make them a better writer or negate your worth and hard work.

-writers block is a real thing, don’t let anyone tell you that you’re just not putting ass to chair and trying hard enough. be kind to yourself, you can and will come out of it.

-do it for them. do it for the characters who have trusted you with their stories. because they picked you and that means something.

-you’re amazing. your ideas are worth writing. you hold entire worlds inside of you, and your time will come.

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i can't believe i'm only just now realizing you're back!! i love your two latest imagines and it's so lovely to hear from you again! as someone who has spent a lot of time lost, and is currently spending a lot of time trying to find my way back, i just wanted to send you all the love and well wishes

Thank you so much! I can’t tell you how nice it is to feel like I have friends on the other side of this screen. I want to send you love and well wishes too.

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Could I request an Issac imagine where y/n is Aiden and Ethan's sister ( they're triplets) and just like Aiden went for Lydia and Ethan went for Danny when they got to beacon hills could y/n go for Isaac. Thank you so much! I love your writing btw.

Musical Inspiration:  “DarkTimes” - The Weeknd ft. Ed Sheeran

Pairing: Isaac x female reader

Word count: approx. 1.6k

Timeline: Season 3A

Your pack has been in Beacon Hills for months. Watching.Waiting. And then Lahey stumbles upon Deucalion’s pet project and has to bedealt with. Your brothers are sent after him and you don’t want them to gethurt but you don’t really care if they succeed either. You have nothing againstthe boy or his pack, that’s Deucalion’s thing, and the others in your pack arejust a little too quick to drink the Kool-Aid in your opinion. Deucalion knowshow you feel about his agenda but he’s not worried about you straying. He knowsyour brothers are all you have, you’d do whatever necessary to keep the threeof you together. That’s why he knows you’ll follow his orders when he tells youto get close to Lahey after your brothers fail to kill him.

Ethan and Aiden aren’t happy about it, but they don’tcontradict Deucalion either. They have their own targets to get close toanyway.

You start at Beacon Hills High School the day after yourbrothers do. The other werewolves are too busy watching them to notice you. Youtend to walk close to your brothers, sit behind or beside them so that theirscent covers yours, and despite the three of you being triplets, no one sees aresemblance between two beefcake twins and the new female exchange student.

Ethan leans against Danny Mahealani’s locker, flirting shamelessly, his backto you where you’re pulling books out of your locker. When you see Isaaccoming, you fumble your books, dropping them at his feet and nearly trippinghim.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” You say, bending to pick them up.“I’m such a klutz.”

“It’s no problem,” Isaac says, kneeling down to help youpick up your books and the papers that have scattered everywhere.

“Thanks,” you smile at him, tucking your hair behind yourear and accepting the book he hands back to you. “I’m (y/n), btw.”

“Isaac,” he tells you with a little smirk.

“It was nice to meet you, Isaac,” you say politely, standingup, clutching your books to your chest.

“Yeah, you too,” he says, glancing at your brother over yourshoulder. His smile slips a little and he barely notices as you scurry away toget to class. That’s okay though, it’s all part of the plan.

*

“Hey,” you say, walking up to the lunch table Isaac and hisfriends are sitting at, one over from your brothers and their targets. Yousmile shyly, “Isaac, right?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, eyeing his friends nervously. You forgeahead anyway, eyes only for him.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

“I –uh,” he stammers, smile fading when he doesn’t know howto answer. He wants to say yes, you can tell, and that bolsters your confidencebut then someone else at the table speaks up, pulling your attention away.

“Hey, so, normally we would be all for playing the welcomingcommittee and all, but you kind of caught us in the middle of something, uh…” aflailing brunet gestures to you, asking for your name. You tell him with a sadsmile. “(Y/n),” he repeats. “I’m Stiles, by the way. But as I was saying, it’snot you, I swear. I hope you won’t hold it against us.”

“No, it’s fine,” You play up your understanding disappointmentand from the corner of your eye, you can see Isaac glaring at Stiles. “I getit. Thanks anyway.”

You back off, your steps slow and a slump in your shoulders,fighting a smile as you walk away because you know that this is how you’ll hookhim. By playing the wounded damsel.

*

“Hey, Sis. Hard day?” Aiden asks with a smirk, ruffling yourhair the way you hate as he flops down next to you at the kitchen table.

There’s not really a point to doing your homework, your packprobably won’t be sticking around Beacon Hills long enough for it to reallymatter, but you’re doing it anyway. It beats sitting around being all hatefuland growly like Ennis and Kali are prone to do. You glance up at your brother,unimpressed, before ignoring him.

“Come on,” he says, pushing on your shoulder lightly whileEthan sits down quietly on your other side. “Don’t be like that. We’re justtrying to help.”

“By mocking me?” You ask, eyes on the questions in your mathbook. “Wow. That’s so helpful. Thanks, bro.”

“Are you having a hard time getting close to your target?” Ethanasks, sympathetically. He’s always been a little more thoughtful than Aiden,more soft-spoken and careful.

You give him a small smile, grateful for the implied support.“Don’t worry. I’ve got this. I know what I’m doing.”

“That’s not what it looked like at lunch today,” Aiden sayswith an arched eyebrow. “You got shot down.”

“By Stiles,” youremind him. “Isaac is my target and he would have said yes if he was alone.”

“Those guys are never alone,” Aiden snorts.

“They are frighteningly co-dependent,” Ethan agrees.

You stare at him pointedly until he ducks his head. Thethree of you aren’t exactly notco-dependent.  

“Alright,” Ethan says, patting your shoulder as he stands. “You’vegot your work cut out for you.”

“Yeah, just let us know if you need us,” Aiden says,following Ethan out of the room, but not before he ruffles your hair again.

*

You do use your brothers to help you get Isaac alone. Theyframe him for beating up Ethan so that he’ll get detention and then you makesure that you get detention as well. After school, you meet in Mr. Harris’sclass because he’s in charge of detention this week.

“Hi,” you say with a sweet grin when you see Isaac standingthere.

“Hey,” he says, smiling back. When you step closer, he looksat you funny and you’re suddenly aware that it’s probably the first time he’sseen you without your brothers around to cover your scent. You’ll have to finda way to play it off if it comes up.

Mr. Harris charges the two of you with restocking the supplycloset and you’re excited to finally get Isaac alone. You walk into the smallroom together, Isaac propping the door open behind you. At first, you thinkeverything is going fine, even with Isaac studying you every now and again likehe’s figuring out something you don’t want him to as he takes inventory. You’vealways been a quick thinker, you’re certain that whatever he’s thinking, youcan make him believe what you want him to. But then the door slams shut behind youand everything stops going according to plan.

Isaac panics, rushing to the door to try and push it openedbut there’s something blocking the way. He starts breathing heavily, beating onthe door and you can see the musculature of his hands change, the way his earselongate. He’s wolfing out.

“Isaac,” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder. You’re noteven thinking about your mission. You just want to calm him down.

He turns, yellow-eyed as he growls at you, his wolf sensespicking up your scent. There’ll be no denying it now, he can definitely smellwhat you are. So you don’t try to hide it, flashing your own eyes back to him.

And that makes him falter. You know he can smell your scent,so much more familiar to his wolf nose, that because of it, he can tell whoyour pack is. You smell similar to your brothers. The thing that catches him off-guardis the fact that your eyes are yellow. Just like his.

“Who are you?” He asks, forgetting where he is, why he waspanicking.

“Exactly who I said I was,” you tell him. You haven’t lied.Not yet. You never had the chance to get that far.

“You’re not an alpha.” He says, voice uncertain.

“No,” you agree. When Deucalion talked your brothers intokilling your pack, a pack that had kept pushing you all down into the dirt,treating you like the lowest form of life, you hadn’t joined them. You had neverwanted to become what they had accused you of. You couldn’t kill anyone, butyou also couldn’t lose your brothers. So, you’d turned your back on the packwhile your brothers had done the dirty work.

“But you’re with them,” Isaac continues. It doesn’t come outas a question, but you can see the confusion in Isaac’s eyes. Eyes that havefaded to a beautiful, human blue.

“Not by choice,” you admit, looking away from him. You hadn’tmeant to say that.

“Then why—”

“My brothers,” you answer before he can finish. “They’refamily. I can’t… I can’t leave them.”

Isaac nods, his eyes sympathetic. “I don’t exactly have agood track record with family, but I get it. Even when you hate them…”

“You love them,” you finish for him and he nods again.

“Yeah.”

“So…, then you’ll understand why I have to, uh, get close toyou,” You smirk. “It’s kind of my assignment.”

Isaac raises an eyebrow. You doubt he was expecting you tokeep being so honest. “So, that’s why you’re stalking me?”

You see the quirk of a smile starting at the corner of hismouth and narrow your eyes. “Trust me. When I’m stalking you, you’ll know it.”

He chuckles. “Not sure whether I should be afraid orintrigued to see that.”

You grin. You’re not sure either. You’re pretty sure you’renot supposed to like the guy you’re meant to be spying on.

In the end, you don’t feel too bad about actually likingIsaac. Both of your brothers have fallen for their targets as well. You’ll justhave to see where it takes you…

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hi I finished going through all ur Isaac imagines & i wanted to tell u that you’re a really talented writer & thank you for writing all of them!! you’ve really made my day 💓 p.s. do you have other Isaac accounts you can recommend? ty!! have a nice day ☀️☀️

First of all, you’re lovely and kind. Thank you so much for your sweet words. Unfortunately, I have just picked back up from basically a year of being inactive, so I am not sure what Isaac blogs are still out there. I know my personal favorite has left the fandom but I’m sure there are still plenty of amazing isaac writers out there. 

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Can I request an Isaac one where y/n is a human but has a falling out with her parents and they basically kick her out; Derek has become a sort of brotherly figure to her and when she shows up and tells him what went down he takes her in. Isaac and Y/n have always seemed to get on the others nerves, bickering and being snarky with each other, but when she moves in after a while they start to see different sides of the other, and how cute they look when they're half asleep in the morning etc lol?

 Pairing: Isaac X Reader

Musical Inspiration:“Dare” – Daya

Word Count:Approx. 2.3k

Warnings:Mentions of fights with parents, mentions of Isaac’s past, insomnia maybe? 

A/n: Do you recognize any of the things reader and Isaac watch together?

You and Isaac have never gotten along. It’s just too bad forhim that you’ve been in Derek’s life longer because his Alpha already feelsprotective of you. Derek knows that your relationship with your parents hasalways been volatile and he’s always offered you a place to crash when you needto get away. Perhaps Isaac never knew the reason you’d show up for a day or twoand crash in the apartment he and Derek share. You never confided in Isaac so,unless Derek told him, he probably just though you were encroaching on theirterritory, taking up time and space in their lives that wasn’t rightfullyyours. Maybe that’s why he never warmed to you.  

The night your parents kick you out for good and Derek givesyou a place to stay is the night things start to change between you and Isaac.

When you show up with a duffle on your shoulder, Derek letsyou in with no judgement, taking your bag from you and leading you to the guestroom without a word. You hear the creak of Isaac’s door as you pass and feelhis gaze on your back but ignore it, following Derek into the room, still numbfrom the fight with your parents. You watch blankly as he tosses your bag onthe bed and turns to you, opening his arms, offering you the comfort you needbut don’t feel like you can ask for.

You sink into Derek’s hug, gripping his shirt tightly andjust concentrate on breathing. Keepbreathing.

Isaac’s door slams across the hallway, making both you andDerek turn in the direction of the sound.

“I’ll talk to him,” Derek promises. He knows there’s somestrange kind of animosity between the two of you. You really don’t get ityourself. Isaac’s just never seemed to like you much, so you’ve treated him thesame way he’s treated you. An eye for an eye, right?

“It’s fine,” you tell Derek, pulling out of his arms. Youthink you’ve done enough leaning on him for tonight. It’s bad enough he’s givenyou a place in his home until you can find your own way. You already owe him somuch. “He’s not gonna like me, no matter what you say.”

“He will be respectfulthough,” Derek grits out in a way that tells you that Isaac is listening fromhis room. “Both of you will,” he continues, looking pointedly at you. “You maynot be blood, but you’ve both become my family. You don’t have to like eachother, but you do have to be civil under my roof.”

“I know,” you assure him. It won’t be hard on your part.You’ve seen Isaac with his friends, the people he actually likes. You thinkyou’d probably like him if he hadn’t always been such a dick to you.

“Do you need anything?” Derek asks but you’re alreadyshaking your head.

“No, I’m alright,” you say, crossing your arms overyourself. Maybe it’s a silent cry for comfort but Derek can’t seem to hear itand you’re glad. You don’t want to be too needy or ask for too much.  “I think I’m just gonna go to sleep, itthat’s alright.”

“Okay. Sleep well, then,” Derek says, leaving you alone inyour temporary room, shutting the door behind him. You can hear his footstepsas he walks across the hall and stops in front of Isaac’s room but you turnaway from the noise to kick off your shoes and climb under the covers on yourbed, glad that you’re not a werewolf. You don’t think you want to hear whateverIsaac might be saying about you.

*

After a couple hours of sleep, you wake from a nightmare andslip downstairs. Rest isn’t an option anymore so you take a seat on the couchand turn the television on with the volume off and the closed captions on.  You find a marathon of some zombie show andrelax back into your seat to watch for a while, finding it sad that your reallife is more terrifying than a horror show could ever be.

Before long you hear movement behind you and turn to seeIsaac walking into the kitchen. He returns with a cold drink in hand and looksat the television.

“This is a pretty good one,” he says. “Have you seen itbefore?”

You stare for a moment, surprised he’s talking to you atall. “No,” you eventually answer, returning your gaze to the television.

“Hmm,” Isaac hums, moving to sit at the other end of thecouch, popping the top on his drink and looking for all the world like he planson hanging around.

You flick your gaze over to him anticipating a nasty commentor something but he says nothing, just watches the zombies on screen, so youkeep quiet too and just let it be.

After a few minutes of watching, he turns to you. “You know,a show like this is a lot better with the sound on.”

“Didn’t want to wake anyone,” You shrug.

“Well, I’m already awake and Derek will sleep through it. Atleast, I hope he does because I do this all the time.”

You hand over the remote control, let it be on Isaac if you’redealing with a grumpy alpha in the morning. He takes it from you, turning upthe volume to a reasonable level but leaving the captions on too. The volumerises and falls so frequently in a show like this, it’s better to be safe than haveto keep reaching for the remote. He sets it down between you and it feels likean offer of truce, leaving the remote where you have a choice if you want tokeep watching or change the channel.

You watch for a few episodes before you get tired again, eyesdrifting shut of their own accord. In the morning you wake with a blanketcovering you and a pillow tucked under your head, Isaac’s end of the couch is longempty.  

*

During the day, you and Isaac seem to tiptoe around eachother. He’s not friendly exactly, but he’s not openly hostile either. You oftenfind yourself bracing for snarky comments that never come.

When Derek comments on how nice and quiet it’s been, lookingbetween the two of you expectantly, Isaac glances your way but his gaze is gonejust as quickly. He looks almost like he’s just been reprimanded but says nothingso you can’t really be sure what he’s thinking. And you have no idea what’sgoing on so you don’t have an answer for Derek either.  You shrug and go back to your dinner.

*

It happens again. You have a nightmare and can’t get back tosleep so you go down stairs, only this time Isaac has beaten you to the couch.You flop down at the other end.

“What are we watching?” You ask.

“Some show about witches and vampires,” Isaac answers with ashrug, only glancing your way for a moment before turning his attention back tothe television.

“Oooh, I love this show,” You say, settling back into thecushions. “That Kaleb guy is hot.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you can see the way he rollshis eyes and gives a little shake of his head. You bite down on smile, fightingthe urge to laugh at his annoyance. It feels like a normal interaction, notsomething charged with hostility like your exchanges used to. Neither of youspeak for the next few episodes, just watching the television until Isaac getstired and goes back to bed.

Another hour and you shut off the tv, heading back to yourown room.  You catch a few hours of sleepbefore your alarm wakes you again.

*

You don’t realize it’s become a thing until you come downstairs one night to find Isaac occupyinghis spot with a drink in his hand and an unopened soda on the end table next toyour spot.

You pause in your steps and stare at the soda, eyes flickingto Isaac in confusion before falling back onto the drink left on the coasteryou always use.

“Don’t make a fuss about it,” Isaac says without lookingback. “It’s just a soda. I was already in the kitchen when I heard you gettingup.”

So, you don’t make a fuss about it. You sit next to Isaacand pop open your drink, keeping your eyes on the television. This time youappear to be watching some horror movie about a guy who collects people? You’vemissed the beginning so you’re a little confused.

“What’s going on?” You asks, leaning a little into Isaac’sspace.

He shrugs, indifferent as he raises his drink to his lips.“I don’t even know,” he tells you as he lowers the drink again. “You can changeit if you want.”

“Nah,” You copy him, shrugging uncaringly. It’s not themovie that you come down here for. You just need to get away from yournightmares for a little while, away from the sheets that try to tangle you upand hold you down while your fears bombard you in your sleep. “This is fine.”

You settle in to watch the movie and wake up hours laterwith your head on Isaac’s shoulder and Derek staring down at the two of youwarily.

“What?” You asks, raising your head and stretching youraching neck. The sounds make Isaac start to stir as well.

Derek merely raises a brow at you. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Your eyebrows did,” Isaac says, even though his eyes aren’tfully open and you’re not sure he’s even completely aware of the situationyou’ve woken in. His comment still makes you snort a laugh.

“Hmm,” Derek hums, glancing between you before turning awayto head to the kitchen. “You were hogging the couch.”

*

You don’t know when it happened but sometime during yourlate night tv sessions with Isaac, the two of you seem to have become friends.

“Oh, you wimp,” you throw popcorn at the television as theyoung knight in the movie Isaac turned on faints.

“I’m not helping you clean that up,” Isaac says with asmirk, stealing some popcorn from your bowl.

“Eh,” you shrug, uncaring. It’s just a little popcorn. “Canyou believe this guy?”

“He’s young. And he’s not used to actually having to facebattle,” Isaac reminds you.

“If he wants to see a battle, he should try living with myparents,” you grumble. You ran into your parents earlier in the day and it’sleft a cloud of irritability over you ever since. They’re the reason you aren’tsleeping right now.

“Hey, uh. I’m sorry,” Isaac says from out of nowhere and it’sgot you turning your head to raise a questioning brow at him. Seeing the lookon your face, he clears his throat and offers a clarification. “I’m sorry forthe way I treated you before. You didn’t deserve that. I, uh, I was new to thewhole werewolf thing and I’d just lost the last of my family. And I thinkeveryone knows about my history with my father by now… So, it was already hardto figure out my place in Derek’s pack and then, there you were every otherweek or so, just sort of slotting in so effortlessly, taking away some of theattention that I really felt like I needed. I was jealous and it was petty andI’m sorry. I had no idea what you were dealing with until Derek told me whenyou moved in here. It shouldn’t have even taken me that long to start actinglike an actual human being to you.”

You stare at Isaac. “I think that’s the most I’ve ever heardyou say at one time.”

He snorts and rolls his eyes as you fight a smile. “I’mtrying to apologize here,” he reminds you. “Don’t make me regret it.”

You bite your lips to hold in your smile until you just can’tanymore. “It’s okay,” you tell him, finding that you actually mean it. “I getit. I mean, I didn’t get the wolf thing, because human, but I think I sort of get it now. And apology accepted. Iknow it wasn’t entirely something I could help but— I’m sorry I made thingsharder for you.”

He shakes his head, peeling the label off of his Root Beerbottle. “There was no way you could have known.”

“Soooo, we’re both forgiven?” You ask, nudging his shoulder.

He chuckles at you. “That’s what it sounds like to me.”

“Great,” you exclaim happily, holding out your empty bottleto him. “Get me another drink?”

“Do I look like your slave?” He asks but it’s not even asecond later before he’s shaking his head again. “Don’t answer that.”

You laugh as he takes the empty bottle from you and walks intothe kitchen with it. “Thank yoooouu!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he answers when he returns,handing over the drink.

You turn that questioning brow on him again.

“Uh.” He says, looking like he wants the floor to swallowhim whole. “I meant—”

“You’re pretty cute too,” you interrupt him before he cantake it back or ruin it. “Especially in the morning when your hair is all overthe place and you have a fabric print on your cheek from the arm of the couch.”You reach over, drawing a line on his cheek with the tip of your finger likeyou’re tracing that invisible line.

He catches your wrist, holding your hand there. “Yeah? Wellyou look pretty cute when you’re drooling all over my shoulder.”

“Ack!” You sputter as Isaac smirks at you. “You little—”

Derek’s voice distracts you from what you were going to saywhen he yells down the stairs, “I get it, you’re both cute. Go to bed!”

You grin, leaning into Isaac’s space. He leans into yourstoo and your lips just barely have time to graze each other when Derek callsout again.

“Seperately! Separate beds. Sleep only.”

You lower your head to Isaac’s shoulder to try and containyour laughter.

The night your parents kick you out for good and Derek givesyou a place to stay is the night things start to change between you and Isaac.The night you start to fall for him is the night realize you’ve found yourhome.  

[redbrickisaac]

Can I request something with Peter x Reader based on the song Foundations by Kate Nash? Where every so often in their relationship they go through periods of time where they fight and rile each other up but they always stay together? Like it's just the way their personalities mesh because they're both headstrong and stubborn? Idk if I'm explaining it well, maybe the song explains it better. It's okay if you'd rather not write it if you don't like it! I really enjoy your blog and writing anyway!x

Pairing: Peter x female reader (I didn’t mean to do it that way, it just happened. If you are still there and wanted a male reader, just let me know.) 

Warnings: fighting, snarkiness, mentions of sex but no sex 

Word Count: approx. 560

Musical Inspiration: “Foundations” - Kate Nash, “Rock Bottom” - Hailee Steinfeld

You roll your eyes as Peter grumbles behind you about howyou never do the dishes while he makes as much noise as possible washing themhimself.

“If you would give me longer than five minutes after I stepaway from the sink, maybe I would,” you grumble back.

“That’s how you get ants, dear,” he spits the endearment out like it’s an insult instead of apet name.

You walk up beside your boyfriend and glare at him and hisstupid suds-covered hands. “If you want, I can help you remove that stick fromyour ass.”

“No thanks,” he mutters back. “It’s the only way I’m gettingany lately.”

You scoff. “If you wanted me to peg you, darling, all youhad to was ask.”

He doesn’t say anything but you can see the way his jawtightens. It’s not the same as when he’s angry and trying to hold back harshwords. No, this is him trying to hold back laughter. The sight makes you smile.

“Maybe later,” he laughs.

“Kinky,” you say, wiggling your eyebrows comically.

And just like that the argument is over. For now.

*

“Watch where you’re going,” Peter mutters from the otherside of the car.

You purposefully turn your head to look at him. “Did you want to drive?”

“Actually, yes. Pull over,” Peter glares.

“Too bad,” you reply turning back to watch the road. “Itseems I don’t know how.”

“Would you like instructions?” Peter asks, about a secondaway from taking over from the damned passenger’s seat.

“But then, if I’m paying attention to your instructions, howcould I possibly watch where I’m going at the same time? I’m obviously too dumbto be able to do two things at once,” You explain, eyes wide and innocent whenyou turn your head to look at him again.

His hand actually grips the wheel this time. “I never saidyou were unintelligent, (y/n), but I might have to reconsider my opinion on thematter if you keep this up.”

You sigh. “Just let me drive, Peter.”

“Yes, dear,” he says sweetly, taking his hand from thesteering wheel.

When his hand ends up on your leg, thumb caressing theinside of your thigh, you know it’s as close of an apology as you’re going toget. And when you don’t immediately lift his hand and throw it back at him, heknows he’s forgiven. As long as he keeps his mouth shut.

He does. But it’s a near thing.

*

Every day with Peter is an adventure. Some days are morelike battles. But each night, when you end up next to him in bed, his armwrapped tightly, possessively, lovinglyaround your waist, you can’t imagine anyone else you’d want to do this with.

[redbrickisaac]

Do you have a master list?

Here you go, love.

http://redbrickisaac.tumblr.com/post/135199575535/masterlist

[redbrickisaac]

Author’s Note: This is my attempt to get myself out of my teen wolf writing slump and also my submission for @sumcp ‘s Writing Challenge. 

Prompt: “It’s okay, you don’t have to love me.”

Pairing: Isaac x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: angst, curses, near-death experience, cheesiness

Word Count: >1K 

Musical Inspiration: “Earned It” - The Weeknd

  It’s spring when you notice it.

The pack is different than it used to be. It’s not just a bunch of scraggly teenagers forced to group together for the sake of survival anymore. There are cliques within your clique, pairings. Erica with Boyd, Liam with Hayden, Mason with Corey. There’s not one but two love triangles going on. One between Stiles, Lydia, and Derek and the other containing Scott, Allison, and Kira. Even Theo and Malia have a strange sexual tension that seems like it’s leading somewhere. The only people who aren’t paired up seem to be you and Isaac.

He notices you noticing and he takes a long, contented look at the group with a serene tilt to his lips. This is his family, the only one he has anymore and he seems unbothered by the pairings. His gaze returns to you and he smiles.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to love me.”

He says it as a joke.

You smile and look away. At the time, you don’t expect those words to come back to haunt you.

*

It’s summer when things change again.

A massive heatwave hits Beacon Hills causing temperatures to spike and tempers to flare. Theo and Malia finally fall into each other after an explosive argument in front of the whole group. Their tension culminating in something passion-fueled and hungry. You knew it was inevitable but somehow, it still surprises you.

The pack spends a lot of time at the pool Stiles and Lydia talked Derek into behind his newly rebuilt house in the Preserve. The pack’s house now. You suspect he could have held out against Stiles alone, but no one says no to Lydia, especially if she’s got them by the dick (which she decidedly does).

Lounging by the pool would be a lot more comfortable if there weren’t so much exposed skin. So many lingering touches as packmates pass each other. And there you are alone on your deck chair. You try to swallow your envy but it’s not as easy as you wish it was.

“Hey.” A shadow falls over you and you lift your sunglasses to see Isaac looking down at you, something tense about his expression. “Wanna swim with me?”

You could say no and keep wallowing in your self-pity, or you could accept his offer and allow yourself to have a little fun. “Sure.”

You follow him to the pool and splash in beside him. He spends the next couple of hours entertaining you.

Later, at night, when the rest of the pack slips into each other’s rooms, you know it’s still just a distraction when Isaac shows up at your door. He looks at you without expectation and you open your door wider, inviting him inside.

When he kisses you, it helps you forget how alone you are. When he touches you, it helps you feel something besides cold desperation. And when you pull back, worried that you can’t do this, can’t use him this way, he licks his lips and promises that ‘it’s okay, you don’t have to love me’.

You search his gaze as he waits for you to decide, to figure out if you want this. You don’t just want it, you need it, need him. So you kiss him and then just… don’t stop.

*

There are flowers blooming on the ground again when the Fae attack the Preserve. They like their curses, the Fae, and they hit half the pack with a killing curse before the rest of you run them off. It’s slowly draining the life from the affected members of the pack and Kira is nearly lost before Stiles’ research reveals how traditional Fae magic is and well, every story starts with a kernel of truth apparently. Even fairytales it seems. It turns out ‘true love’s kiss’ is actually a plausible cure for a curse if it’s brought on by Fae magic. Luckily, everyone in the pack has someone to kiss them to put a stop to their curse. Everyone, that is, except Isaac.

He lies on the couch while the whole pack stares at the two of you. They know you’ve been sleeping together for a while now, but they don’t know the promise Isaac made. The one he still makes now when he grips your hand weakly and tells you, voice cracked and dying, that ‘it’s okay, you don’t have to love me’.

Tears fall from your eyes because every time he said those words, you heard ‘I don’t want you to love me’. And you thought that maybe it was because he could never love you back. It’s only as he’s dying, letting you off the hook for not loving him, that you realize, maybe he thought he wasn’t worth loving either.  

You lean in slowly and press your lips to his, a dry, chaste little thing that still manages to convey the depth of your feelings. Because it brings the color back to his cheeks, the breath back to his lungs. He stares at you in wonder as he slowly regains his strength.

“You love me?” He asks as though he can’t believe it.

“It’s okay,” you say with a watery sigh. “You don’t have to love me.”

“I do,” he confesses, gathering you in his arms. “God, I love you,” he breathes out like it’s a relief to finally say it.

It’s a relief to hear it.

He holds you for the rest of the night, gazing at you with all the love he possesses and you wonder how you missed it for so long.

It’s the way he’s always looked at you. Right from the start.

[redbrickisaac]

Do you have a master list?

Here you go, love. http://redbrickisaac.tumblr.com/post/135199575535/masterlist

[redbrickisaac]

Where did u go

Nowhere. A great vast void of nowhere. I got lost. I’m not sure I’m not still there. I’m still working on stuff though so if you’re patient with me, the content will return.

[redbrickisaac]

Is it still okay to send in requests? xxx

It is always okay to send in requests but I have had a slow year and I am very behind so it may take a while to get to it. I apologize to everyone still waiting.

[redbrickisaac]

just stopping by to say hello! How are you? I hope you're well and that autumns being a nice season for you haha

Hi! I am doing well and my schedule has just opened up a LOT. Hopefully, that means a return to writing imagines. I miss it so much. I hope you’re doing well too!

[redbrickisaac]

I love you, Mar!! I am sad that you’re moving on but glad that you are doing what feels right for you. Sorry, I haven’t been around much lately. It’s been difficult for me to get back into writing here since my dad died. I hope we’ll still talk when my schedule isn’t as busy (which will hopefully be soon!). Thank you for being such a beautiful, wonderful person. I’m so happy I got to know you.

hey everyone,

i’ve decided to discontinue writing for teen wolf. 

my heart just isn’t here. it hasn’t been for a while now, but i continued anyway, hoping i would feel the way i used to feel about teen wolf, but i can’t find that feeling anymore. 

i’m not deleting this blog. i’ll check in from time to time and i might reblog things, but since teen wolf has come to an end, it’s only fitting that this does too. i always wondered if i would be able to let go when the show ended. i’m actually surprised that the thought of moving on feels very peaceful and very right.  

i’m stopping now because i want to go out on a high note. i hate when things drag on, and i hate being the last one to leave the party. i’m sorry i won’t be able to continue my fic ‘daddy issues.’ it was my first long term project and i regret not being able to finish it. i know some of you are very fond of nisaac, and i am too. they have a happy ending. 

when i wrote ‘text me when you get home’ i had a feeling it would be the last. i wrote it hoping to feel that same joy writing for teen wolf used to bring, and it fell just short of that, and that’s not good enough for me. frankly, it’s not good enough for you either. i refuse to give you mediocre, half assed writing. i know a lot of you liked that fic, and i’m sorry i can’t continue it, but i’m so glad my last teen wolf fic made you happy. 

i’d like to say sorry. this sounds silly, but i’m sorry i have to go. i’m sorry for being so disorganized and never having a steady posting schedule. i’m sorry for stopping when there was so much more i wanted to do. i’m sorry for all the unanswered requests in my inbox. your ideas were brilliant and i’m sorry i might have to delete them soon. if you’re one of the people who ever sent in a request and you remember what it was, please create your own story for it! i never deleted the requests because i always hoped i would get around to them. selfishly, i wanted to be the one to make your idea a reality. 

i’d like to say thank you. i’ve had this blog for a little over two years, through some of the darkest times in my life. i’ve been anxious, depressed, decaying in hospital beds, then better again, then worse. through it all, i’ve had this blog, this safe space to not only grow creatively as a writer, but as an outlet to talk about my life, the good and the terrible. some of you have stuck around a long time, and some of you are new, but thank you for following me and thinking i was good enough to be in your life in some way. thank you for reading my stories and leaving comments and asks. i remember being terrified to put out my first fic, but the encouragement i got from this community was so fast and potent, i was immediately assured i belonged here. i’ve been in many fandoms and this is the first one i felt brave enough to write for. i can’t forget that. 

this may have started out as a teen wolf blog, but it evolved into something more. i’ve met friends here who i talk to irl, and amazing writers who helped me and brainstormed with me and told me not to give up. even people i never got the chance to befriend, often literally anonymous strangers, who virtually held my hand and cheered me on: you have no idea how much your words meant to me. thank you for not judging me. thank you for encouraging me. thank you for telling me it was okay to be myself. 

s/o to some people who made my days especially bright: @urwarriorangel @houseoflahey @teenwolves-ahead @redbrickisaac @isaaclaheysmate @laheys-girll @kittyquel @laheys-rippah @silent-writer83 @princessskylarsblog @danielzharman and so many others i wish i could’ve been organized enough to keep track of. thank you. 

i’ll be on a new blog soon. that information is coming. but this blog will always be here and my ask box is always open.

that’s it (for now).

thank you for everything.

be kind and love yourselves.

see you soon, 

mar 

[redbrickisaac]

To my preference anon.

OH MY GOOOOOOSH. YES! I WILL DO THAT. Give me a few days to put it together!

[redbrickisaac]

Do you have a Masterlist, love?

Right here: http://redbrickisaac.tumblr.com/post/135199575535/masterlist