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Why Am I The One?

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader

I’ll hold you like I used to - you know that I am home.

So darling if you love me... would you let me know? 

Or go on, go on, go on - if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come.

Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?

For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that I’m right where I belong. 

Why Am I The One always packing up my stuff? 

Summary:

Isaac loves you. He loves you more than anything else in the world - which is exactly why he has stayed away from you for so long.

But when Derek kicks him out onto the street in the pouring rain with absolutely no warning and no reasoning as to why, Isaac has nowhere else to go. He could claim that he sought you out because you're close by, because he knows that you won't turn him away in his time of need - but deep down, it's because he misses you. And staying away from you for so long is the hardest, stupidest thing he has ever done.

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Smut and Emotional Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.

Word Count: 15,200

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Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this fic is equal parts smut and emotional angst/plot; the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; this fic DOES use Y/N; there is no description of the reader's race but the reader is implied to be plus-sized (I can't help myself lmao); the reader is completely human (doesn't have any supernatural powers); this is based on the part in 3x04 where Derek kicks Issac out of the apartment (without telling him that it's to protect him) and leaves Isaac with no place to go - and in this version, instead of going to Scott, he goes to the reader's place (and in this case, she is his ex-girlfriend); mentions of the reader's mother being killed by 'a monster' (Peter Hale in his Alpha form); mentions of the abuse Isaac experienced from his father (non-detailed); Isaac being emotionally constipated/being unwilling to accept help/love/affection as a trauma response because of the abuse he experienced; Isaac emotionally bashing himself due to his trauma; cheating - Isaac 'cheated' on the reader with Erica and there is a depiction of that (them kissing, and later in the fic it mentions and glosses over some of their sexual experiences together) (Erica x Isaac is very much a background element); light Erica bashing from the reader - but a lot of this is written from Isaac's perspective, who is favourable to Erica, so I think it balances out (and I didn't want the narrative to pit the girls against each other because I hate that); Isaac verbally insults the reader during an argument and shoves her (not hard enough to harm or injure her, just to get her out of his personal space); Isaac wears the reader's clothes - so this implies that she is a size where she can comfortably share her pajamas and loungewear with him (I didn't mention if those clothes would be too big on him, just that he does fit into them); some Derek bashing - just because of the optics of what happened to Isaac and the reader not knowing Derek or his motives; mentions of Erica's canon death; for the smut - this is not the first time Isaac and the reader have had sex with each other (this is reunion sex for them); Isaac is more dominant and the reader is more submissive; there is lots of verbal praise (from Isaac toward the reader); slight mentions of the reader feeling insecure about her weight (but this is chased away by Isaac's verbal praise and it's not a prominent theme); protected sex (for once in one of my fics) - they use a condom; penis in vagina sex; slightly dubious consent - the reader is reminded of Isaac's cheating during sex and moves to end it, and Isaac continues (but it's very messy and emotional and the physical pleasure makes the reader want to continue and drowns out any doubts) (it is a very 'humans are not perfect, we are messy creatures' situation); lots of dirty talk - Isaac doesn't miss the opportunity to wind reader up with his dirty mouth; the reader slaps Isaac while they are having sex - not as a kink, but because she is upset at him; the sex goes from very rough to sweet love making (once they 'make up' with each other); orgasm denial (once - toward the reader); Isaac uses his strength to pin the reader down and to hold her arms down (not really strength kink, and I don't know if I would consider it bondage? idk); I think that is all.

A/N: We all know I'm in love with Isaac. His wooby pull attracted me like earth's gravitational pull, and Derek kicking him out into the rain so suddenly is literally the perfect recipe for a fic - the sadness, the emotions, and Isaac wearing a soaking wet white shirt like a whore. How could I not write a fic about this moment? Also, you guys know that I have been vibing with Exes to Lovers a lot lately - I just fucking love the concept of 'right person, wrong time' - it eats so hard. So this fic was a no brainer to me. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This fic is named after a song by Fun of the same name, and I actually found out that the song was written about the singer's experiences in foster care - having to constantly move from place to place and and feeling like he never had a true sense of 'home' because of it. And I love how well it suits Isaac's experiences - the fact that just when he started to establish a new sense of 'home' and family with Boyd and Erica, they were torn away from him. So I really wanted to use it for this fic.

...

It was a lonely night. 

But unfortunately, you had been experiencing a lot of those lately. 

Since the start of the school year, most of your ‘friends’ had been ghosting you. And that was putting it kindly. It seemed like everyone else was in some group, in on something else, always busy with something more important and not telling you why. 

You couldn’t think of anything you had said or done to offend them. And you knew that sometimes, people did just get busy, or drift apart. But you got the distinct vibe that they had been avoiding you intentionally for one reason or another - and you hated not knowing why. 

Sure, life had been weird for you since some giant prowling beast had murdered your mother, leaving your entire life in limbo. Since you had been locked in the school at night and discovered that one of your best friends from childhood, Scott, had the ability to turn into a fucking werewolf. But you were a bit more at ease when he used that ability to save your life from said giant prowling beast. 

You knew Scott would never hurt you. Which was why, only a few short weeks later, you used the much more human ability of an improvised hairspray flamethrower to save his life in return. 

But after you had witnessed that terrifying, burly beast lit on fire, forcing it to turn human - and then have its throat slashed by someone you later came to know as Derek Hale, Scott assured you that everything was ‘over’. Strangely enough, you trusted his words. And you actually expected your life to go back to some sense of normalcy after that night. 

Scott told you that he had mastered the ability to control himself on a full moon, and though there were others in town like him (no matter how much you nagged him, he wouldn’t tell you who), you didn’t have to worry about anyone else in your family being attacked. Not as long as he was around, he had assured you. 

Well, you didn’t have to worry about losing the little family that you had left.

With your mother gone and your father never in your life in the first place, you now lived with your sister in a small apartment downtown. She was attending the local college and working part time as a bartender and you were trying to finish up your education at Beacon Hills, despite the growing body count - which Scott still refused to tell you about. Claimed he didn’t know anything about, but you could sense the lies coming off him because you had known him for so long. 

You had a nagging feeling that him and Stiles knew far more about the recent wave of murders than they were letting on. And it had a whole lot to do with the reason why they were dodging all of your calls, texts, and any efforts that you made to hang out with them. Even Allison and Lydia weren’t returning your messages, and it was downright bothering you. 

So you were spending another Friday night at home by yourself while your sister went out on a date, as lonely as you had ever been and unable to do anything about it. But still, you were trying your hardest to make the best of it - getting ready to curl up on the couch to watch Netflix in your pajamas. All your homework was done purely out of boredom, and you had a pile of junk food ready to go, a few horror movies queued up when-

A knock on the door. Of course. 

It was either the creepy guy from down the hall who had ‘forgotten’ his key again, or your sister, who had forgotten one of several potential things. 

You put your bowl of chips aside, paused on the intro screen of the movie and heaved a sigh as you shrugged off your cozy throw blanket and shoved on your slippers to cross the cold floor toward the door. 

“Let me guess, you forgot your phone again?” You stated this loud enough for your sister to hear you through the door as you unhooked the safety chain and opened it, expecting her to come barreling in complaining about her poor memory. 

You found yourself entirely shaken with shock to discover that it wasn’t at all who you were expecting. 

“Isaac.” You breathed out the name in a gentle gasp, entirely in disbelief of him standing there. 

He was soaking wet from the rain, his white tee shirt sticking to his body in a way that shouldn’t have been as sinful and eye-catching as it was - his back slouched and his eyes low to the ground, indicating how truly shameful he was to be here at your doorstep, needing your help. He was shivering slightly all over, potent enough to be seen, clearly freezing from the cold water that had penetrated through his clothes and soaked him to the bone. 

He had walked through the pouring rain to get here - without a coat. 

And he was carrying a large duffle bag? 

Come to think of it, you had no clue where he had been staying since his father had died. But he had turned eighteen shortly before it happened (which was why they had been intent to charge him with murder when they thought he was responsible) - so he wouldn’t be a ward of the state just because he was an orphan. He had to be responsible for himself. Even if he wasn’t ready for that responsibility. 

He had been so damn intent on dodging your calls and ignoring you in person, so it’s not like he was letting you offer your help anyway. A large part of the reason that you were so surprised to see him here now. 

“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help but to ask, hating the bitterness that popped up in your voice, entirely against your will. 

You weren’t even sure if you were happy to see him. Not with the way things ended between the two of you. With the fact that he hadn’t even made an effort to apologize. 

“Look, I’m sorry, but you were the only person I could think of-” His voice was curdled and pathetic, edging on tears and shaking from how cold he was. 

“Of course.” You scoffed, a nearly automated response filled with resentment tapering over from months ago. 

You hated that he came to you in a time of crisis, something so natural to him, just like he used to. But he couldn’t lean on you in comfort, he couldn’t take the good with the bad. Isaac could never tolerate goodness - that was something you had learned quickly with him. 

But you knew that had to come with the territory - loving someone so broken and slipping on their sharp edges. You were bound to cut yourself every now and again. Isaac left you with more cuts than you could count, and you kept on coming back for more - because you loved him more than his bitterness. You loved him more than his thorns, more than the fight he put up when you tried to love him. 

Isaac frowned and shook his head, turning to leave again, and your chest seized up with fear and pain. Instinctively, you reached out for him, just like you had so many times before, and you caught him by one of his wrists, digging your fingers in. His skin was freezing and it made you realize even more that he needed you. It was cold outside and he needed you for warmth, for shelter, and so much more that he couldn’t even begin to ask for. 

“Isaac-” You choked out. 

The touch caused him to look up into your eyes, and it was a deadly attack of icy blue through wet lashes - wet from the rain or from his tears, you couldn’t be sure. He looked every bit a kicked puppy, and you knew that you couldn’t turn him away. You couldn’t bring yourself to. 

“I’m sorry.” You pressed, trying to make sure that he truly heard it and knew that you meant it. “Please don’t go. You should come in - you need to get warmed up. Isaac, please don’t think that I don’t care about you anymore. Please don’t think that I would turn you away,” 

That was how things always went with him. You begging him to take the most basic of care and kindness, you begging him to open up and receive everything you had to offer him. You begging him to let himself be loved. 

‘A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.’ 

It was something you had read once and could never get it out of your head every single time Isaac did this - every single time he ran from you trying to be kind to him. His father had ruined him in so many deeper ways than the marks left on his skin. 

“You shouldn’t.” He said - responding to your words carefully, quietly. 

But ultimately, he flexed to your touch and stepped inside, letting you close the door behind him, now dripping onto the welcome mat. He placed his bag down by his feet as you puzzled at his words. The confused look on your face caused him to further explain. 

“You shouldn’t care about me anymore.” 

You let out a sigh, retreating to the couch to grab the blanket you had just been covered up in. With your back turned to him, you used this as a quiet moment to squeak out a vulnerability, simply because you didn’t have to see his face when you said it. 

“Look, Isaac, despite what happened - I still do.” 

You whispered, unsure if he would hear you. You had no idea that with his enhanced werewolf hearing, he heard every single word crystal clear, including the overly emotional crack in your voice. 

“No matter what happens… I don’t think that I’ll ever stop caring about you.” 

Isaac held his breath at this. 

Dammit. 

… 

You and Isaac had dated for two years before it all happened. 

Two years ignorant ‘bliss’ before a giant monster - well, two different giant monsters actually - came barreling through town and supremely fucked up both of your lives. The one that killed your mother and the one that killed his father. 

Before that, the two of you were happy together. Isaac’s life with his father was not exactly blissful. Far from it. But he escaped from the horrors of it when he was with you. He was planning a life after graduation when he could get away with you, be free of his father, and the two of you could live a happy, normal life together. 

You were the love of Isaac’s life. He never loved anyone else like he loved you. 

He would deny it - but there was no past tense on that. You are overwhelming still the love of Isaac’s life. The two of you had your first kiss together, you lost your virginities to each other, you were the first person that he ever said the big L to. You made him so impossibly happy. 

You were the only person in the world who had helped him start on the impossible journey of healing from even a small portion of what his father had put him through. In a lifetime when he had felt abandoned, unloved, useless, abused - you made him feel loved. You made him feel like he was worth something as long as he was loving you. 

When Derek Hale promised him a solution to all of his problems, Isaac didn’t believe it. Derek promised him freedom, power, family - things he never even dreamed of having. The only problem? In this new family, he couldn’t have you. Having all of this new power would put you at risk. There were new dangers - hunters, people who would try to hurt you. With this new power, Isaac might even hurt you himself, even if unintentionally. 

Isaac wasn’t entirely sure why he agreed to it. Maybe because Derek made it sound so appealing. Maybe because he thought it was inevitable, just a matter of time before you found out that he was a poison seed and you stopped loving him, and he thought that he needed a backup plan for when that happened. Isaac thought he needed to stand on his own two legs without you. He didn’t need something as fading and immeasurable as love - he needed power. And Derek could give that to him. 

So he accepted Derek’s Bite - and he transcended into something bigger, badder, and better. Something that would never be loved by you again. 

The only problem was: you didn’t know that yet. 

His father was dead, he had found a new pack - there was just one last severance from his old life that needed to be made. So he did it as cleanly as he could. 

He broke your heart because it was something that needed to be done. 

… 

‘Meet me in the boys locker room at 4:45.’ 

It was a note in Issac’s handwriting - it had been slipped into your locker, clearly meant for some late afternoon rendezvous. At the very least, you were filled with joy at the prospect of getting to talk to your boyfriend alone. 

He had been acting so strange lately. Which was more than understandable, considering that his father had been murdered and he had been arrested for it. You hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to him since you had exonerated him with your sworn testimony that he had been at your place on the night of the murder. (And of course, the cops hadn’t believed you until you had tracked down the take-out delivery guy who had also sworn that he had seen Isaac in your apartment when dropping off food that night.) 

You hadn’t gotten to spend any quality time with Isaac since then, so this felt like a breath of fresh air. You knew that lacrosse practice ended at 3:30, so the locker room would be empty - you wondered if Isaac just wanted to talk, wanted to walk you home, or something else entirely… 

Your stomach was bubbling with butterflies as you held the note in your hands and you rounded the corner into the locker room, excited to greet Isaac with a hug and feel his arms around you for the first time in far too long. 

You were surprised when you heard the sound of kissing. 

You wondered if you had walked in on someone else’s afternoon rendezvous by mistake - if the locker room was otherwise occupied and Isaac knew it too. Perhaps he had sent you a text to meet him somewhere else. Before you could pull out your phone to check, your eyes glanced up through the metal mesh and of the cubbies, and you caught a glimpse of absolutely unmistakable pale skin and dirty blond hair. 

A rough, muscled back with bright red scratch marks marring his skin. 

“Isaac?!” You gasped, utterly shocked. 

You charged further into the room, no longer caring if you were intruding on someone’s privacy - you needed to know. If this was just a terrible case of mistaken identity, then you would be embarrassed and profusely apologize. 

Your heart dropped, becoming a cold rock in your stomach when surely enough, it was your boyfriend standing there - shirtless, his pants undone, his face and chest smudged with red lipstick while Erica Reyes was pinned up against one of the lockers. She was smugly grinning at you, wearing nothing but jeans and a bra, her hair a complete mess. 

“Barge in, much?” Erica said, sounding more like a gloat than an accusation of your rudeness. 

You didn’t have the energy to pay her any mind. 

“Isaac, what the hell?” You screamed at him, sounding too pathetic to be angry, your voice already gripped by tears. 

“Can you give us a minute?” He said this to Erica, seeming far too casual. She simply shrugged, picking up her discarded shirt, jacket, and heels before she turned to leave. 

You clenched a shaking fist and simply gave her a glare. You knew that she had been on some kind of chaos streak lately, and Allison had mentioned that she had threatened to ‘steal’ Scott - something that more than left a sour taste in your mouth about a girl that you previously had a better opinion of. You didn’t think that she was cruel enough to actually go through with something like this. You used to think of her as a nice girl. 

But the bulk of your anger was most definitely directed at your piece of shit, cheating boyfriend. 

Isaac wiped the edge of his mouth with the back of his hand, not even getting off a small portion of the lipstick that was wildly smeared around his face. Then he moved to zip up his pants. You continued to gape at him in shock, a harsh, deep pain blooming in your chest as you waited for him to say something. 

“Isaac, tell me this is a joke-” You choked out, looking for some anchor to hold onto, some explanation. 

“A joke?” Isaac smiled, all teeth, the expression in his eyes downright dead. You found him impossible to read in those moments. “Y/N, the only joke here has been our relationship.” 

“You - you gave me a note.” You said, holding up the small slip of paper - the one that previously had you so giddy with joy at the prospect of spending time with him. “You told me to meet you here, I thought-” 

‘I thought you wanted to spend time with me. I thought you loved me.’ 

The words died off in your throat, clenching in on itself as the harsh waves of truth overtook you. 

If he wanted to break up with you, making out with Erica in front of you, putting on some show - it was one nasty way to do it. 

“Did I?” He asked, his tone sounding utterly sarcastic and mean, faking dumb in the absolutely worst way as he snatched the paper from you and pretended to look it over. “I guess I must have forgotten.” He shrugged. “When Erica came in here looking for me, I forgot all about you. Having her mouth all over me-” 

“Stop it.” You barked, cutting him off. 

Why was he being so cruel? Was he trying to make you angry on purpose? Why was he lying about forgetting that he had invited you here? 

Obviously he wanted you to see him kissing Erica - why was he lying about it now? 

“Why are you doing this?” You demanded, tears freely flowing down your face. 

Isaac’s eyes drifted to your cheeks, his wicked smirk flexing into a frown of his own - only for a second, a deep sadness penetrating through the mask he had carefully crafted. What the hell did he have to be upset about? He crossed his arms over his still shirtless chest, glaring at you. 

“Why is it so hard for you to understand?” He said, fighting to keep his voice firm. “I’m done with you. We’re over. Okay? I-” 

“If you wanted to break up with me, you could have just done it.” You told him, sadness gripping at your throat. “Why the hell are you being so mean? Do you want me to hate you or something?” 

‘Yes.�� A voice chanted in his mind. ‘Yes - fucking hate me. Stay the hell away from me. Keep yourself safe.’ 

He shrugged, his eyes avoiding you suddenly. 

When he went for too long without speaking, an obvious question popped up in your mind. 

“How - how long has this been going on for?” You asked. 

You wondered if that was why he had been acting so strange lately - dodging your calls, avoiding any attempt you made to see him. Had he been spending that time with Erica instead? 

“What? Me and Erica?” He posed, gesturing vaguely toward the door where she had disappeared. 

He grinned. You had unintentionally given him the perfect wedge - the final nail in the coffin of your relationship. Something that would make sure you steered clear of him for a long time, something that would make sure you made absolutely no attempt to be ‘amicable’ or be friends with him after this break-up. 

“A few weeks.” He shrugged. “Around the time I started getting bored with you.” 

You let out a sob. 

“You’re lying.” You wept. You wanted it to be a lie, but in those moments - you couldn’t have picked out the truth if someone smacked you with it. 

“Did you ever consider that I never loved you in the first place?” Isaac posed, sounding oddly menacing and steady in his declaration. “That you were just a placeholder for me until I found something better?” 

“No, that’s not true.” You cried, your voice becoming more wet with tears by the second. “Isaac, why are you lying? Is something wrong? Please-” 

“You’re what’s wrong!” He argued, raising his tone, hoping to piss you off, make you flee. “You’re just a… a dumb girl, okay? You’re not the only one who wants me, there are dozens more like you! I don’t need you now, and I never did.” 

You were used to pushing back with him. Pushing to get what you wanted. With the intense emotional chaos, you weren’t sure what else to do. 

“Please, just tell me-” 

You kept pushing, trying to get close to him - the moment your soothing hands crept into his space, he panicked and shoved you back, nearly knocking you clean off your feet with a strength he hadn’t yet learned how to control. The rush of terror and shock on your face was all he needed to remember why he was doing this - why it was important. 

“We’re done here.” He told you, entirely cold. “I never loved you, I just used you, and-” He hesitated before he said the next part, hating that it had to be done. “I hope you find someone who deserves an ugly whore like you.” 

It didn’t feel like the truth - but it still cut you like a knife. 

It made you more determined to figure out why he was lying. But in those moments, you had absolutely no fight left in you. You couldn’t stand there and pry, and pry, and pry in order to figure it out. So, against your better judgment, with nothing else left to do - he got his wish. 

You fled, tears ripe in your eyes. 

And from there on out, any attempts you made to talk to Scott, Stiles, or Lydia about the incident were successfully dodged, and when Allison’s mother died, you didn’t feel right putting the weight of your shitty break-up on top of her problems. So eventually - you just gave up on finding out about the truth. And you settled on trying to become friends with Issac - which he also dodged. 

And ultimately - you found yourself so achingly alone. 

… 

Eventually, you had let it go. 

You chalked everything - all of Isaac’s weird behavior, his avoidance of you - up to the fact that he had been cheating on you. You hated that your first love had done something like that to you. It was only made worse by the fact that you didn’t have any of your friends to lean on after you found out about it, but you moved on. You ended up throwing yourself into your school work to try and distract yourself from all the intense emotions, so now your grades were soaring and you were an A student, so at least one good thing came out of the mess. 

You tried not to focus on the bad memories now that Isaac was in front of you, clearly wounded and fleeing from something. Even if it was just as a friend, he needed your help now. You were still a human being, and you couldn’t deny him of that. He didn’t have any other family - he didn’t have anywhere else to go. So you grabbed the blanket - a large, fuzzy one that you had been using, and brought it across the room toward him. 

Then, as you took in the sight of his soaking wet clothes once again, his slightly purpling lips and the way he was shivering from the cold, you realized something. 

“Take your clothes off.” You told him. 

“What?” He gaped at you, clearly shocked by this demand. 

“Come on, clothes off.” You repeated your words. “You’re never gonna get warm if you’re wearing soaking wet, freezing clothes.” He hesitated still, and you added on. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.” 

It was true. Not only did the two of you lose your virginities to each other, but the two of you had a very active sex life during your two year long relationship. (It was one of the reasons why his cheating shocked you most. You thought that you had been more than enough for him.) You had to remind yourself not to think about that. You wouldn’t let yourself get angry at him. Not now. You had to be mature. 

Isaac nodded, and then kicked off his shoes, which were wet enough for the soles to loudly squish. You weren’t sure if you should advert your eyes as he peeled off his white shirt, the wet fabric sticking to his skin in a way that seemed far too sexual for the moment. It felt too intimate, letting yourself stare at his soft glistening skin, but you almost couldn’t look away. 

Sure, you had seen Isaac naked plenty of times before - but this Isaac felt entirely different than the one you were used to. He used to be more scrawny. He used to be much more on the leaner side, and now he was muscled, thick, glorious. You had no clue that taking up some god-like workout plan had been one of the things he’d done during the time since his father’s death, but fuck - he looked gorgeous. 

You scorned yourself for staring while he worked open his pants, his fingers still shaking from the cold, driving home his vulnerability all the more, driving a tinge of shame into you. And oh god, the fabric of his gray boxers were wet, sticking to the distinct outline of his thick soft cock- 

By the time he got his pants off and around his ankles, you didn’t wait to see if he would shed the underwear before you moved towards him, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders, partially for modesty and partially to start warming him up. 

“Better?” You asked, rubbing his shoulders through the fabric instinctively, hoping to get some blood circulating through his extremities. 

“Yeah, better.” He easily agreed, his voice coming out less shaky, his lips shivering less now. “Thank you, Y/N. Genuinely. You didn’t have to do any of this for me. I know you don’t owe me anything after-” 

He abruptly cut himself off, unable to make himself say the words, and you hated the clench in your chest as you thought about it. He was right, you didn’t owe him anything. Anybody else would have slammed the door in his face. Anybody else would have laughed at his misfortune. So why the hell were you doing this? 

You still loved him. 

That became all the more apparent to you as you stood there, close to him, holding the broadness of his shoulders under your hands, remembering what it was like to hug him, to be held by him, to kiss him every single day. Staring at his angelic face, having those sweet blue eyes gaze back at you, something in them still so sweet and affectionate towards you. 

He still looked at you the way he used to. Maybe you were delusional. But you thought it was still there. The love he claimed he never had for you, still lingering there. 

It grappled at something deep in your chest and pulled, tempting you to lean in and sink home, pressing yourself against his lips. 

But no - you couldn’t. 

You had to shake yourself back to reality. You had to remind yourself what he had done. He had hurt you, badly. You couldn’t let yourself be pulled in again by a stupid pretty face. 

“I should put your clothes in the dryer.” You said suddenly, breaking a tense silence that had otherwise only been filled by the sound of rain pouring down outside. 

That’s what you needed to do - go to the laundry room downstairs, get far away from him. You needed more than a few minutes to distance yourself and clear your head. 

You rushed to get away from him, leaning down and picking up his soaking wet clothes, the fabric chilly against your hands. 

“Don’t.” Isaac croaked out, barely above a whisper, surprising you entirely. 

You both knew that he wasn’t protesting having dry clothes - he was stopping you from leaving. He was trying to chase the tension that you were desperate to get away from. 

You felt betrayed. 

In your mind, you were the only one truly at risk of getting hurt by this. You had no idea how deeply he had missed you over the months, how many times he had resisted the urge to rush back into your arms. How many nights he spent plagued by nightmares with horrid visions of your dead body - how real it all was to him. 

“Isaac-” You tried to form a protest, but then you saw a flourish of movement out of the corner of your eye, and a flash of pale skin. 

It was enough to shock you and catch your attention, and your head whipped around to see that Isaac had dropped the blanket entirely, letting it pool around his ankles. Clearly, he knew that you had been admiring his body before and he was trying to use that to his advantage now. He knew that he was a smooth, beautiful, muscled, Adonis-like figure and he was trying to lure you in with that visual appeal. 

You were determined not to let it work. 

“Isaac, you must be freezing, you-” 

You were going to continue on - going to tell him about how he needed dry clothes and how you should attend to getting that done, and how he should put the blanket on and cover up while you were gone. But he cut off your words when he crossed the room toward you, gently cupping both sides of your face with his freezing hands. 

It was an icy shock that caused you to drop his wet clothes onto the floor once again. You reached up in an attempt to tear his touch away, but instinct took over - the second your hands were on top of his, your body flexed with gentleness. You found yourself leaning in, covering his hands with your own, unconsciously trying to warm him yet again. 

Caring for him was a muscle that had been well formed in your body, exercised often. It was difficult to ignore now. 

“Then warm me up.” He choked out, tears dancing in his eyes as he stared at you so steadily, unwavering. “Warm me up, please.” 

He begged you, clearly seeking more than a blanket, more than dry clothes, more than a warm bed. He was seeking the warmth that you had thrust onto him so many times that he had fought off before - your kindness. Your love. The thing rattling around inside of you that you shouldn’t even feel for him anymore. 

“Please,” He choked out. “I haven’t felt warm in so long.” 

The desperation curling in his voice was truly what got you - the gloss of sadness in his eyes, the way he looked so kicked and alone. It was something you had seen from him dozens of times before, when he had knocked on your bedroom window at three in the morning after having a bad night with his father - bruised, broken, looking for comfort that you would have to fight with him to accept. 

Everything else flew out of your mind then. It was an instinct - to hold him. It was an instinct to grab him up in your arms and make a home for him there. Your heart so easily forgot about all the pain he had made for you, because you were so used to pushing pain aside for him in the name of comfort. 

“Isaac,” You said his name gently again, this time reaching up and letting yourself give into the pull - your mouth drifting toward his and finally sealing into that deadly kiss. 

You couldn’t contain the moan that spilled out of you the second that you felt the smoothness of his lips against yours for the first time in so long. You hated how he still felt so good - how he still felt like home. 

His arms rushed to wrap around your torso in the most utterly possessive way - not just a hug, not just seeking comfort, affection, or warmth - but holding you in a way that said he had truly missed you. Holding you as tightly as he could, pressing your whole body against his, encasing himself around you as though trying to protect you from the world with his flesh alone. Your hands went to his hair, rabid and frantic as you tightly gripped onto the curly locks - holding him in place as you melted your mouth against his, your kisses quickly turning from smooth and sweet to downright frantic. 

You never thought that you would have this back again, that you would have him back, and you couldn’t help but to enjoy it now. The press of his body against yours, so thick and muscled now, quickly warming up, so different but still so Isaac. The gentle whimpers he released into your mouth, something so familiar - his sweetness coming through, as much as you tried to deny it. Within moments, it unlocked an intense need within you. It made you realize how terribly long it had been since the last time you had cum. 

If he was determined for you to make him warm, then you would get something out of it too. If you were going to make a stupid mistake, then you were going to make it right. (Or make it terribly wrong - you weren’t sure which it was yet.) 

You pulled away from his lips and he let out a disappointed whine, and while you panted, out of breath against his chin, you began pushing him, shuffling back toward your bedroom, hoping he would get the hint and understand. Which he didn’t, his whole body numb and dumb with lust, still tightly holding onto you, almost fighting against your movements. 

“Bed.” You huffed at him. “Bed, Isaac, go-” 

He let out a grunt of understanding, but then he moved a hand to the back of your head, pulling you into another kiss. You dug your nails into his shoulders, about to push him away, but you unconsciously melted into the movement, letting out another moan. Between the two of you, the path to your bedroom was stumbling and messy, and took far longer than it needed to be - heated mouths tonguing against each other, neither of you actually looking as you got lost in the kisses, frantically pawing at each other. 

When his hand found the hem of your cotton sleep shirt, part of you blinked in protest, slightly hesitant. But still, you found yourself pulling away from his lips for a single moment and then the item was gone, shed and ditched on the floor. This revealed you completely to him, braless. 

Of course, he had seen you naked before too. Plenty of times. But still, you felt a stitch of regret that you hadn’t used the time since the break-up to get some kind of ‘revenge body’. You hadn’t been religiously hitting the gym as apparently he had been. Instead, you had been obsessively hitting the books and spending nights alone with junk food, and-

“God, you are so much more beautiful than I remembered.” He breathed out, the words so utterly passionate and sacred on his lips. 

Your stomach clenched at this. You felt yourself being involuntarily swallowed up by your affection for him again. Drowning in a love for him that you had long since locked away deep somewhere, trying to smother it out until it died. Apparently you had been unsuccessful in that. 

Isaac only made it worse when he dove in for another kiss, smothering your lips with heat again as he ran his hands, now much warmer, over your body - up your stomach, gently tracing the stretch marks there as though he appreciated each one. His hands coming to cup your breasts and oh-so-lightly flicking at your nipples, teasing them as he tongued along your teeth. 

You could barely handle it - the gentle treatment, the way it made your pussy flutter and leak wetness into your panties. You knew all too soon, you would be entirely weak to him. If you weren’t careful, you would let him do anything he wanted to you. 

You continued to back him up, your hand going to the doorknob of your bedroom and finally, successfully pushing him inside. You pushed him back until his knees met the bed and then you brought two hands to his chest, shoving him out of the kiss and tossing him back onto the bed - this caused him to make a startled noise as he fell back onto your neatly made covers and collection of fluffy pillows. 

And then, he looked up at you with an utterly cocky smirk - strangely, one that only made you want to fuck him even more. 

“Come on, c’mere-” He encouraged you, full of breath, holding out his hands to you. 

You felt a rush of lust-fueled bravery and you tucked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and underwear all at once, shoving them down over your hips, pushing out any last bits of insecurity that you felt. 

You waited for Isaac to follow your lead and strip out of his last remaining bit of clothing. Instead, he sat there, sprawled out on the bed, leaning on his elbows, looking at you in the low lighting (the streetlamps coming in through the window with the sound of rain still pouring, pounding against the glass) - his jaw dropped and his eyes wide, looking at you with a unique kind of awe that you hadn’t seen on his face before. Not even the first time he had seen you naked and he had given you that ‘teenage boy seeing tits for the first time’ look. 

It was like he was well and truly seeing you for the first time - like the distance had made him appreciate you so much more. It made you feel so much more naked, and gave you the urge to cover yourself. 

Just as you were about to, he spoke again. 

“You are so utterly gorgeous.” He told you, his voice full of that epic passion that made your insides quake. “So fucking perfect. Fuck.” 

“Isaac-” You squeaked out his name, entirely unsure of what else to say. 

He pushed himself up, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you forward until you stumbled and tripped, landing on the bed between his thighs. You let out a breathy gasp as he began kissing down your neck - smoothly, softly, seemingly intent to appreciate you now that he had you here. It brought more of those dangerously warm feelings washing up - it made you feel soft and sappy inside, made you miss the days when you called Isaac your boyfriend. Days when the two of you used to lay on the couch together and cuddle, when you held hands in the hallways, when you would tell each other everything. 

It was a dangerous feeling to have now. 

One of his hands pulled on your thigh and you understood his unconscious wish - moving your legs to straddle around his waist as he began sucking a spot on the base of your neck, a tender bit of skin he knew was a weakness he could exploit. This sent warm waves of pleasure through you while he squeezed both hands across your ass, bringing you to sit down fully on his still clothed crotch. It sent a shockwave through you - feeling his hard, clothed cock pressing right up against your hot, naked pussy - it made you intensely needy, caused you to unconsciously grind down on him and let out a high, needy moan. 

“Isaac, please,” 

You knew that you were hovering in a dangerous place. All of this was settling you back into familiarity - if you weren’t careful, you would set yourself up for hurt all over again. You were letting him pry you open, inviting him to tear through your heart all over again, and then - what would be left for you? 

No - you needed mindless sex. You needed to fuck him, for closure. And then you needed to put him out of your life completely. 

You leaned over to the nightstand, unlatching him from your neck in the process. You tried your hardest to ignore the sweet kisses he peppered along your shoulder as you dug through the drawer for a condom, checking to make sure it wasn’t expired (because woefully, he had been the last person you had used this pack with) before you came back with it in hand. 

When Isaac saw you bring it to your teeth with the clear intentions of ripping it open, it began to protest. 

“Woah, Y/N, wait-” He rushed out the words, and you glared at him. 

“‘Wait’, what? I thought this is what you wanted.” 

The words came off your tongue much crueler than you intended - a result of you being harshly at odds with yourself. You were trying desperately not to stumble back into being that foolish girl who loved him too much. Trying to get over your feelings for him, to prove to yourself that you could be as emotionally detached as he was on that day. 

He swallowed thickly, looking at you with those godforsaken puppy eyes. Those eyes that had drawn you in so many times before. 

“I just-” 

‘I wanted to kiss over every inch of your body. I wanted it to be slow. I wanted to make love to you. I wanted to prove to you how much I missed you, how huge of a mistake I made.’ 

“Nothing.” Isaac choked out - and then, surprisingly, he snatched the condom from you. 

In one smooth move, he captured your mouth with his again, wrapping his arms around your back and flipping you so that you were underneath him. It was a strong, powerful move that had you whimpering into his mouth, feeling utterly pathetic in his shadow as your cunt leaked more needy wetness against his boxers. You hated that you unconsciously leaned into his touches, desperate for more. 

When he pulled away from the kiss, you looked on breathlessly as he shoved down his underwear and kicked them off, causing his impressive cock to spring free and smack against his stomach. Something you stared at like a beacon, your pussy clenching hungrily around nothing while he tore open the condom and rolled it on. 

He then took the base of his cock in hand, putting the other hand on the bed beside you to prop himself up while he teased the tip of his cock along your folds, parting your pussy as he teased inside - lightly bumping your clit in a way that drove you insane. 

“Ready?” He asked, his voice breathy and full of need, something you had so dearly missed hearing from him. 

“Hurry up,” You egged him on, partly due to impatience from the teasing, wound up by the nagging feeling of the thick cockhead prodding against your throbbing cunt - and partly because you were eager to get this over with. You were eager to prove to yourself that you could do this and feel nothing inside. That ultimately, you were over him. 

He grinned, all teeth, almost evil, and he let out a sharp breath. Then, finally, pushed forward, shoving his cock inside of you all at once - one smooth push that had his hips shoving right up against yours, his coarse pubic hairs brushing against the sensitive, swollen lips of your pussy. 

You let out a throaty moan as you felt the full stretch of his cock so abruptly - a slight sting as your inner muscles struggled to become accustomed to him after going for so long without. Sure, you had masturbated, struggling to get past the sexual frustration while being single. And you really hadn’t wanted to resort to calling on any of your random male classmates for a ‘no strings attached’ fuck because you didn’t want to deal with the social interaction or the potential rumors. 

And really, your fingers were nothing compared to the stretch of Isaac’s magnificent, thick cock. 

Isaac saw the shock on your face as you felt just how big he was, as your body ached to remember it and you felt so fucking full again. He felt a wave of cocky pride flow through him as you clenched down on him, truly feeling every single inch. 

“You asked for it,” He told you firmly, the confidence in his voice sending waves of pleasure through you - he had never been so outright cocky before. And you were turned on even more, even wetter when he added on a quiet, sharp whisper of: “Fuck, I missed this.” 

But it was a bitter, double edged sword. As much as it turned you on to hear that hushed whisper coming off his lips, it only reminded you that the two of you had been parted. That he had done something cruel to you in order for that parting to happen - that his stupid decisions were the reason that you had been forced to miss him. 

“Don’t.” You said sharply, raising your hands to his shoulders and digging your nails in as a type of warning, hoping that he would simply shut up and fuck you - mindless and hard, just like you needed. That he would make you cum, and then he could sleep on the couch for the night before finding other arrangements. 

He gave you a smirk - one that said he had found the perfect button to push, and rather than turning away from it, he was going to slam on it until he broke you. 

“What?” He said, all breath, all need - that tone that made your pussy absolutely flutter. “You don’t want me talking about how much I missed this pussy?” 

“Isaac-” You said his name in a warning tone, digging your nails into him again, but your words were cut off by him pressing his pelvis into you, angling sharply against you in a way that put pressure against your clit. Like he knew exactly what he was doing, like he had picked up the skill with someone else-

Erica. Of course. It only served to piss you off more, and you moved to shove him off you. 

But he began moving his hips, then - his knees poised against the mattress, using it for leverage as he began fucking you. It was a sensation you hadn’t realized you had missed so much - the smooth, wet slide of his cock in and out of you, the slight burn from him fucking you so harshly, unstretched - the pure need pulsing through you, the feeling of being so full. 

Your little gasp was quickly drowned out when he began talking again. 

“I’m not allowed to tell you how much I missed this feeling, huh?” 

Isaac grunted, his voice only wavering slightly from the effort as he sped up, slamming his hips into you harder, rougher - quickly filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin, easily making your pussy lips glow with a beautiful kind of pain that only made it feel so much better. 

“You don’t wanna hear about how much I missed this tight little cunt squeezing my cock?” 

He had never been like this with you before. 

Every single time the two of you had been in bed together, it had always been slow, sweet. The Isaac you knew before always made love to you. He was always so shy and loving. This was a side of him that you had never seen before, and if your mind wasn’t slowly melting between your ears from the pure pleasure, then you would have had the room to be shy about how much wetter you were getting around his cock, how much sloppier the sounds were becoming as he drilled into you even harder.  

“Sh-” You squeaked out, the potential words that you had wanted to be ‘shut up’ easily drowned out by a pathetic moan. He chased more noises out of you when he reached down and thumbed across your clit - just a light tease, but enough to send shocks curling across your spine, enough to have you curling against the bed and squeezing his cock in that way he loved so much. 

“What was that?” He mocked you, the tone of his voice a cocky imitation of the sweet way he used to talk to you, condescending in a way you should have hated. 

It was definitely not something that should have made your head float and not something that should have brought even more heat to your face. Clearly, he sensed it from a mile away, saw it written all over your face - saw another button to push, and kept on going. 

This was a game to him now. And regrettably, he was winning. 

“Aww, baby, you wanna hear more? You wanna hear more about how much I missed your sweet little pussy?” 

You choked on your own breath trying to protest against him, hating how perfectly his words got to you. And now, even your hands were numb and limp and you couldn’t claw at him as your own kind of petty revenge. You could barely even hang on as he continued pounding into you roughly, shoving you across the bed, making the headboard shake. 

All you could do was choke on your own spit and take the blurring pleasure of his thick cock slamming into you while he leaned down to purr his next filthy words into your ear. 

“You know, nothing can compare to the feeling of this sweet pussy gripping my cock,” He said, putting cruel emphasis on these words, causing your heart to bitterly ache in your chest. 

Was he mocking you on purpose? Was this his way of asking for forgiveness, saying that he regretted what he had done? 

It was something you couldn’t discern now - not with your brain so thoroughly melted by his cock. 

You let out a whimper in return, the sadness mixing strangely with the pleasure he was fucking into your throbbing pussy. 

“Nothing is better than the feeling of your soft, gorgeous body underneath me.” He added on, running his hands up your hips and to your breasts for emphasis. “Nothing is better than cumming while your pretty eyes look up at me, Y/N, you-” 

Something inside of you snapped. 

Perhaps it was because he was saying all of the right things, drifting back into that sweet man that you had fallen in love with. Inadvertently triggering all of that affection inside of you again, but you couldn’t help yourself. 

You reached up and slapped him broadly across the face. 

It was a very weak hit from your pleasure-numb hand, barely enough to make him flinch, but it was certainly enough to get his attention. 

In response, in a fraction of a moment, he paused his rough movements, completely still his hips from fucking you, and grabbed both of your wrists, pinning you down to the bed with the impressive strength of his newly worked muscles. He shoved his cock deep inside of you, settling it there, pressing his hips tightly against yours in an almost spiteful way. 

This created the battling sensations of your orgasm curling up in your stomach, already so close, and the fiery anger you had for him, along with the love for him that you didn’t want to release caged up inside of you. It was almost too much, too overwhelming while you stared into his eyes, trying desperately to read the stiff expression he wore. 

“Why are you doing this?” You demanded sharply. 

You desperately wanted to know what he wanted out of this. He had begged you for warmth, for the touch of another body against his - but clearly, this was about so much more. 

Did he want forgiveness? Did he genuinely want to work on the relationship because he had missed you? Did he see what he had done as a mistake? 

Did he want to simply rub all of it in your face? Did he want the bragging rights of having cheated on you and the ability to come back and fuck you whenever he wanted just to lord it all over you? To know that he could screw you over and still screw you? 

He leaned in closer to your face, and you were praying that he would give you a definitive answer. 

“You let me in.” He told you gruffly, his eyes dark. 

You both knew that this had a dangerous double meaning. You had dared to let him in the front door when he knocked. You had let him into your life when he had told you over and over again that he was simply ‘poison’, that it would end in pain for the both of you. Had he been right about that, after all? You knew that he had more trauma than you could reasonably comprehend, but you didn’t know that heinous self sabotage was his number one reason for ruined relationships. 

When would fighting for him no longer be viable? 

Before you could puzzle it all out, he began fucking into you harshly once again. 

“Fuck you,” You squeaked out, breathless - it wasn’t clever, but it was all you could come up with. 

Your mind was useless while his cock was turning your brain to mince meat once again, making your pussy delightfully sore and unfortunately, quickly bringing your orgasm to life in your belly with rapidly hotter waves of pleasure that he was forcing through your body. 

“You - you can’t tell me that you didn’t miss t-this,” He grunted out. 

He pressed his hips tightly to yours and grinded in deep, angling his hips in that skilled way once again that put pressure on your clit. He knew how to perfectly trap that swollen bead between your two bodies, slowly torturing you with rapid little shocks while he drove home just how full he made you feel with each stroke of his hips. 

At this point, even though you were dizzy and desperate to cum, you were also sick of his self righteous attitude - still looking to deny him. 

“I - I didn’t,” You choked out in reply, your body more than betraying your lie. 

Your muscles seized toward him and you struggled against the hold he still had on your wrists, unconsciously fucking your hips against him. You needed more friction on your clit, needing just a bit more before you could cum. 

Isaac stopped. 

He completely stilled himself, making your orgasm cold and stale, ebbing off inside of you. Tears leaked thick and bold from your eyes - partially from the denial, and partially from all of the cruel emotions battling inside of you. 

You had missed Isaac. You hated lying - but you hated what he had done to you so much more. 

You let out a choked off wail, continuing to struggle underneath his impossible strength. 

“You’re lying.” He growled in your ear, a sharp sound that sent shivers down your spine. 

It was a truth that pierced through you, utterly revealing. Perhaps you were raw from the state of being, from being open on his cock and so desperate to cum, but you knew that he could absolutely see your truth. 

You had no clue that he could literally smell it on you - your defiance, your lies, your arousal. The love you were holding back that he was absolutely rabid and starving for. 

It was a hunger that he had felt for months - one he had tried to fill by having mindless sex with Erica, by blindly running forward on the search for her and Boyd, by running headfirst into stupid fights with the opposing pack that had nearly gotten him killed. He had tried so damn hard to dull that impossible hunger with the pain of claws and hits smashing against his skin. 

But it was something that could only be satisfied by you. 

So he had come crawling back to you, lapping at your door like a kicked puppy - a powerful wolf like himself begging you, a human, for something only you could give him. That love that would fill all the holes inside of him that he claimed were never there in the first place - all those empty spaces he so desperately tried to ignore. 

“Isaac-” You breathed out again, further reminding him of just how hollow he felt when the sound of his name coming off your lips echoed off all that empty space inside of him. 

“Tell me you didn’t miss me.” He choked out in return, tears of his own blooming in his eyes. “Tell me you didn’t miss me and I’ll stop.” 

“Isaac,” You let out his name as sob, your pussy clenching tightly around him. Both of you knew that you couldn’t - you could muster this up now. 

Maybe it was a trap he had perfectly set - maybe it was something Derek had accidentally taught him. Trap the vulnerable, make them depend on you, and they can never leave you. Build a home out of glass walls and you’ll be happy for a while. 

“Tell me.” Isaac wept. “Or I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.” 

He said, his voice shaking - it wasn’t a threat. To him it was a golden promise. He was a starving dog, and if you did this now, if you truly showed him that you had nothing left to give, then he would disappear off into the woods - he would starve to death or he would learn to get his food somewhere else from now on. 

“Tell me honestly that you didn’t miss me and you’ll never see me again, Y/N, I swear.” 

It was a sacred promise on his breath, barely a whisper on his lips as he tightly gripped your wrists once again, sending slight pain shooting through you, assuring you of his desperation. 

In those moments, all you could summon was the truth. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to care about his motives - the sheer pain in his warbling voice only did what it had always done to you before. It made you want to care for him more. It made you honest in that caring as you always had been. 

“I missed you.” You choked out, and took a deep shuddering breath, finding the courage to say it louder, more firmly. “I missed you, Isaac. Okay? I missed you! I missed you, I-” 

Your repetition of the declaration was cut off - he couldn’t help it. 

He sealed his mouth to yours in a messy, passionate kiss, his tearful cheeks clashing against your own as his hands slid up to link with yours, his fingers tangling with yours in an utterly needy way. You couldn’t help but to grip him tightly back, your fingers almost painful from how hard you did this. 

Your chest exploded with everything you had been denying - the love and affection and longing you had locked away for months, those feelings that you had damned and cursed over and over again. 

Instinctively, he began moving his hips again, fucking into you deeply. This felt more like making love - it was slower and so fucking deep, as though he was trying desperately to get as close to you as possible, trying to climb inside and find the essence of your very soul. 

You thrashed against him in response, so overwhelmed. You wailed and wept into his mouth, entirely overcome with your horrible clash of emotions. 

It was a perfect storm for one of the best orgasms of your life. 

His pelvis grinding against your clit, the relief of finally having him back, finally having told him how much you missed him, feeling his tears against your cheek and knowing that he had missed you too - finally having everything you had secretly been dreaming about, yearning for. 

Your body couldn’t help but to sing with joy over these realizations, fucking yourself against him and bowing into an utterly epic release as all your emotions crashed over you. It forced you away from the kiss to cry out brokenly against his mouth while you squeezed his fingers numbly as the sensations rocked your body. 

“Isaac, Isaac-” You chanted his name, entirely overwhelmed. 

“I know, I know,” He gurgled back, continuing to fuck you, chasing his own release now. “Fuck, Y/N. I know. Fuck, I missed you-” 

His voice broke down into a whimper as he finally came, pumping his hips a few more times before he finally planted himself against you and emptied his cum into the condom. (In the back of his mind, having a passing thought about how he hated it being there, how he wished he could feel you raw). 

That was when you saw it - a flash of bright yellow, a literal glow in the dimly lit room that was absolutely unmistakable. The only other time you had seen anything like it was when Scott had transformed in front of you to save your life. In a single moment, everything came to you in a crashing realization while your orgasm was still echoing through your body-

The newfound seemingly epic strength, the muscles, the way he had been acting so strange after his father’s death, his eagerness to get distance from you. He had been bitten and transformed into a fucking werewolf. He had been one this whole time. Wait, how long-? 

He captured your lips once again while he continued to enjoy the feeling of your hands tangling with his own, the feeling of you warm and wet, nestled around his cock - the feeling of finally being home. After a too-short moment, you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, puffing wildly against his chin while your nose brushed his flushed cheek. 

The realization was still crashing over you. 

How long had he been lying to you? Did he lie to you to protect you? Did he think that you knew nothing? Did he think that you were in danger because your mother had been killed? Were you in danger? 

You wanted so badly to bring it up, to ask him more questions, but instead, you basked in the silence - the sound of his slowing breaths, the last bit of enjoyment you could get from the fullness as his cock softened inside of you. Which reminded you-

“Isaac, you - you have to throw away the condom.” You whispered, terrified to break up the moment. 

“Oh. Yeah.” He said, clearly bitter at the idea of being distanced from you, but knowing that it was just the reality of things - that the two of you would have to part eventually. 

He finally released your hands, which were now slightly numb and painful from being in the same position for so long, and from being gripped so harshly by him, tingling with blood in that ugly sharp way. You couldn’t bring yourself to truly mind it. 

When he pulled his cock out of you, you whined from the soreness and your own hesitation at parting, and he kissed a silent apology into the top of your breast as he took off the condom and tossed into a wastebasket that was at your bedside - your room well memorized by him and still so unchanged since he had last been in here. 

In fact, he had helped you move in and had done a lot of unpacking with you when you had made the transition after your mother’s death. He felt so comfortable in this room. More than he ever had at ‘home’ with his father. 

You scooted off the bed, your body already protesting with soreness, and you moved to the doorway, intending to go to the bathroom. You needed a moment to yourself to comprehend everything and also, you needed to clean up. 

You paused in the doorway, feeling Isaac’s eyes heavy on your back. You picked up one of your shirts that had landed on the floor beside the laundry hamper - one you had been wearing just the night before. It was a black shirt with the Jigsaw spiral on it. In a sense, it reminded you of him - willing to take a lot of pain and suffer in silence, sacrifice a lot for the ones he loved. 

You picked up the shirt and tossed it at him, causing it to land awkwardly on his head. 

“Get dressed.” You told him quietly. “I don’t think my sister will be a huge fan of some naked guy sleeping in my bed when she comes home.” 

It was your not-so-subtle way of telling him that he would be spending the night, and definitively staying in your bed. 

“What am I now - your whore?” He joked, letting out a small nervous laugh as he peeled the fabric off his face. 

This was his not-so-subtle way of asking what the relationship meant to you now - posed as a joke. Did he get the precious title of being your boyfriend again? Even after all he had done? 

You shrugged. 

“I’ll be back in a minute.” You told him - another insinuation. You would be back to have that grand talk. “You should get some pants. They’re in-” 

“-in the bottom drawer.” Isaac finished off the sentence easily. “I remember.” 

Of course. 

You left the room then, and Isaac watched your back until you were gone from view. He picked up the shirt you had given him and lifted it to his nose, taking in a greedy whiff of your scent - and his heart ached as he thought about all he had put you through. But he also felt like telling you the truth wouldn’t have been much better. 

…

“You’re sure that you wanna do this?” Erica posed, stepping into the locker room with Isaac. 

She was going along with his plan simply because she wanted the petty thrill of stealing someone else’s boyfriend - even if it wasn’t entirely real. 

“Yes, I’m sure.” Isaac told her, checking the clock again, counting down the moments until his relationship with you would be over. “I need her to hate me.” 

Erica hummed in affirmation and nodded, and then kicked off her shoes and stripped off her jacket. When she went for the zipper on the front of her top, Isaac flinched and put up his hands in protest. He didn’t want to actually cheat on you - he thought he had made that part very clear when posing the plan to Erica. He didn’t want to actually have sex with her (no matter how much she suggested it). 

“Woah - what’re you doing?” He gaped, and she rolled her eyes at him. 

“Making it look real, dumbass.” She told him, unzipping her top and tossing it aside without care. “You don’t have to fuck me, but make it look like you were going to, at least. Make it believable.” 

His insides churned with guilt… but - she had a point. 

“You said you want her to hate you. So make her hate you.” Erica added on with a smirk. She was enjoying this far too much. 

“Fine, fine, yeah.” Isaac agreed, and then he thought of something. “Do you have the uh-?” He motioned to her mouth, to the bright red lipstick that she was wearing. “The one that you have on?” 

“Oh, yeah.” 

She reached to the back pocket of her jeans, took out the lipstick tube and handed it to Isaac. He uncapped it and - much to her horror - stuck his fingers all over it to begin smearing it across his cheeks and then his chest. Staging the scene to make it look like she had been kissing him. 

“Gross!” She complained, snatching it back from him. “You - ugh!” 

She inspected the top of the lipstick for a moment before deciding that Isaac had ruined it entirely - so she sighed and tossed it into a nearby trash can. 

She wanted to complain further about it, but instead - she got petty. 

“Okay, you want real?” 

Before he could predict what she meant by this, she reared her claws and dug large scratch marks into his back, wicked stinging and painful - marks that wouldn’t heal for at least a few hours due to his Beta status. 

“Dammit!” He cried out in protest. 

He turned and looked in the mirror then - out of context, the marks would look oddly sexual. 

She grinned at him. “You’re welcome.” 

“You are such a bitch.” He sighed in defeat. 

“Takes one to know one, sweetie.” 

Before he could come up with a clever reply, they both heard you coming down the mostly secluded hallway, able to notice you from far off due to their enhanced hearing. 

You were humming brightly to yourself. You were so happy. 

Isaac churned with regret already, but he knew he couldn’t turn back now. 

“Showtime.” Erica grinned, and pinned him up against one of the lockers, kissing him fiercely. 

… 

That had easily been one of the worst days of his life. But he had felt entirely validated when he had witnessed Gerard attempt to use the Kanima to kill Allison - the impossible power of the large reptile tightening its tail around her throat, her own grandfather ruthless enough to want her dead without caring. Something that might have actually come to terrible fruition if Scott hadn’t thought steps ahead to outsmart him. 

You were someone so kind. You were someone who always wanted to help people, wanted to save people - and it would have gotten you killed. You would have gotten in the way, trying to help someone who couldn’t be saved, and you would have died because of it. 

Erica suggested to Isaac many times that he simply let Derek give you the Bite so that you wouldn’t be ‘weak’ anymore - so that you could fight for yourself and you could be strong alongside them. But Isaac refused to even consider it. He refused to even let Derek talk to you because he knew that you would be making the choice for the wrong reasons. You would want to be Turned to be with Isaac. You wouldn’t want it for yourself. 

And - as Derek had warned all of them - there was a small chance that the Bite could kill you. And Isaac would never let that happen to you. He wouldn’t put you in that kind of danger, not for his own selfish reasons. 

So Isaac stayed far away from you. 

He started having sex with Erica after he broke up with you - the kind of harsh, mindless sex that took his mind off you for at least a few minutes. And thankfully, Erica didn’t mind when your name slipped from his lips as he came. She said that she thought it was ‘cute’ - how in love with you he was. It was likely more okay with her because she was seeing Boyd and Stiles on the side at the time. 

Her and Isaac were never anything exclusive, never anything close to being in love. It helped him see the more human side of her. It definitely made them closer friends. And it caused it to hurt a lot more when he found out that she was dead. 

Maybe it was part of the reason why he had come back to you tonight. Because Erica thought the way he loved you was sweet. She was always pushing him to go back to you because of how hung up on you he was. She thought that he should just push all of his fears aside and be with you instead of hiding from it. 

Isaac let out a harsh huff and shoved the shirt over his head before getting up to find a pair of pants. 

… 

As you made it to the bathroom, you felt an intense chill biting at your skin from walking around the apartment naked. You couldn’t help but to find it ironic that a single shiver had started all of this. Perhaps you had given all of your warmth to Isaac. 

What the hell had happened? 

Isaac had cheated on you with Erica. Or so he wanted you to believe. Either way, he had set you up for the hurt of believing it, rather than just breaking up with you. Rather than just telling you the truth. That truth being that he had been transformed into a werewolf. 

Isaac was a werewolf. 

That was a lot to take in. 

Perhaps the most shocking part - for some fucking reason, he didn’t trust you with that information. 

The basis of it all being: he didn’t trust you. 

It made you crash with hurt and betrayal all over again. Almost worse than you had felt on the day you had walked in and seen him and Erica all over each other. 

You had to ball up some toilet paper to wipe up your tears, and you stared at yourself harshly in the mirror, wondering why. 

Why didn’t he trust you enough to tell you? 

Was he afraid that you would consider him some kind of monster? Did he not know that Scott had saved your life at the school that night and since then, you considered every single werewolf to be an ally of yours in some way, rather than feeling afraid of them? Did he think that you would have shunned him as dangerous and scary because of his newfound abilities? 

Had he actually killed his father? 

You highly doubted it, seeing as he had been with you all night on the night of the murder. Even if he had been the one - you would have congratulated him for doing so. His father was a cruel bastard and you never would have judged him for finally snapping on the man. 

So why? Why? 

You finally gathered yourself enough to go back to your bedroom, and you found Isaac wearing your shirt and pair of your plaid pajama pants, leaning against the pillows, clearly waiting for you. You silently gathered some clothes of your own, and then you sat on the edge of the bed with your back turned to him. 

There was a tense moment before either of you spoke. The rain had come to a calm patter outside, making the gentleness of your voice cut through the room in a much harsher way. 

“You didn’t cheat on me with Erica.” You spoke it as a statement, rather than a question. 

You knew it to be virtually true, and you were simply waiting for him to confirm it as a fact. 

You stepped into your underwear and pulled them up, and he kept his eyes carefully on your back, trying to memorize each precious inch of you in the low lighting - as though this would be the last time he ever got to see your naked skin again. 

“How did you know?” He wondered quietly in return. 

“It’s that self destructive thing you do.” You told him. “I got you that nice watch for your sixteenth birthday, and then you ‘broke it’ running late night lacrosse drills.” 

You said, putting sarcastic emphasis on the words, not pretending to believe the lie he had told you at the time. You and Isaac both knew what had happened. 

He didn’t believe that he was worthy of nice things. He had smashed it on purpose in an emotional fit, maybe not even knowing that he was desperate to see what your reaction would be. It was an instinct to sabotage the relationship with you. 

He thought that you would scream, yell, fault him for being ‘stupid’. He thought that you would break up with him over a watch - over him not taking care of your nice gift well enough. Instead, you told him that it was okay - comforted him about. And a week later, you replaced it with a slightly cheaper version that he still had. 

“After the first time I told you that I loved you, you got into that huge bloody fist-fight with Greenberg because you said that you saw him staring at my ass.” You recounted. “But you’re not the jealous type.” 

Again - true. He wasn’t jealous, he had just been looking to get a reaction out of you. Again, it was a desire entirely unconscious to him - projecting all of that discomfort and annoyance onto Greenberg at the time. He felt like things were too good with you. You were too loving, too sweet - he was going to fuck it up sooner or later, and one day, he was going to make a mistake too big for you to forgive. 

He simply thought he should make that mistake and get it over with, rather than waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

You sighed and hoisted your shirt over your head, slipping your arms through the sleeves and letting the loose fabric fall down over your back before you finally turned to him. 

“The one thing I couldn’t figure out, though-” You told him carefully. “Was what I had done to evoke you cheating on me.” You said, your voice choppy and tearful once again. 

“Y/N-” He begged quietly, reaching across the bed toward your hand, which you quickly snatched away. 

He didn’t want you to think that his vile nature was ever your fault. 

“I finally get it, though.” You added on sharply. “You could have just told me, Isaac.” 

His chest jumped with anxiety. How did you know? You couldn’t possibly know that-

“Your eyes were glowing yellow earlier.”

Isaac sighed in defeat and slumped back against the bed. 

“How do you know?” He asked, curious about how you knew about the existence of werewolves in the first place. 

“Scott.” You said simply. 

“Scott.” He echoed back dully. Of course. 

Isaac ground his palms into his forehead, exhausted by the fact that you had found out about something he had been trying to protect you from. That he had put you through so much unnecessary pain. 

“I was trying to protect you.” He said quietly. “I didn’t want you getting hurt, I wanted you as far away from me as possible-” 

“Protect me from what?” You cried out, entirely exasperated with him. 

If there was truly some source of danger, you wanted him to tell you about it. 

But of course, that wasn’t what he meant. 

“Me.” 

He finally admitted it, the thing the two of you had been dancing around for the entirety of your relationship. 

“I’m not good for you, Y/N.” Isaac added on, his throat tight with tears once again. “You need to stay away from me, you-” 

“So you pretended to cheat on me?” You bit back sharply. 

There it was again - the stupidity of his own regret that stung him so much. 

“It worked, didn’t it?” He replied, sounding bitterly regretful rather than any kind of smut. 

“Yet we’re still right back here.” You sighed in return. 

“Like I said - I didn’t know where else to go.” 

He felt a unique guilt in running to you. But as much as he tried to deny it, you were his safe place. You were the only one he could turn to when his world was crashing down. He had done the same thing too many times when his father had been alive, so the habit was far too ingrained into him. 

Rather than reminding him why you gave him that safety, driving it home, you asked a different question that had been burning at you. 

“Where have you been staying since your father died?” You asked. 

Isaac hesitated heavily at this. He didn’t want to delve into the stupidity of his choices; the mistakes that had led him up to this point. 

You waited patiently in his silence. 

You began to busy yourself - stood up and began plucking certain pillows off the bed to put them aside, causing Isaac to stand up to the side to let you pull back the covers. You didn’t ask him to leave, which was as good as wordlessly inviting him to sleep there with you. It gave him a certain comfort, knowing that you weren’t entirely paying attention to him as you fluffed the bed and then sought out cream for your hands, going about a nightly routine. Knowing that he would still get to fall asleep with you after all this. 

“You know Derek Hale?” Isaac posed. 

That was a complex question for you. 

You knew him as the man who had ultimately killed the beast that had killed your mother. In your mind, that made him someone favorable. But Scott had warned you to stay away from him - had said that Derek was not the kind of person you should ever be mixing with, werewolf or not. And you trusted Scott with your life, and thus far, had absolutely no reason to interact with Derek Hale. So you had steered clear of him. 

But you weren’t sure how to form your opinions around him. 

“I know of him,” You replied. “Scott talks about him unpleasantly. Told me to stay away from him.” 

Isaac was happy that Scott had done so, but that didn’t set the stage so well for what he had to say next. 

“He - he kinda took me in after my father died.” Isaac explained, purposefully vague. 

“Oh.” You said, your aptitude of mixed feelings for Derek flowing through the air so easily with your voice saying this simple word. 

Clearly, Scott didn’t like him. He had never explained to you why, but whenever he spoke about Derek, there was always an oddly calm rage bubbling under the surface. Derek had taken Isaac in, which seemed like a kindness on the surface - but clearly, he didn’t care for Isaac. He had left him homeless in a rainstorm with nowhere else to go but to come crawling back to your doorstep in utter desperation. 

Derek sounded like an asshole. 

Again - you trusted Scott completely. And whatever reasons he had for not liking Derek… they seemed to be coming to light without an explanation needed from him. 

You put two pillows at the head of the bed, and then you crawled to sit on your side while Isaac leaned against the bench underneath your window with his arms crossed, staring at you with his jaw clenched. He knew you well enough to know what was on your mind. 

“Look, it’s not as bad as it sounds.” He told you, instinctively defensive of Derek, his pack Alpha. “He helped me out. And not just me. Boyd, and Erica-” 

“Oh.” You sighed, rolling your eyes, still feeling sensitive toward the name even though the cheating hadn’t been entirely real. “He helped Erica. Big fan of Erica.” You scoffed sarcastically - the image of her red lips all over Isaac still seared into your brain. 

“Please don’t be like that.” Isaac shook his head. “She was my friend.” 

“Was?” You questioned, now entirely caught up on the tense. 

Were they no longer friends, or-? 

“Erica is dead.” Isaac choked out, barely able to say the words. 

It was the first time he had spoken these words in a conscious state, out of the ice bath. It was the first time that he had truly come to terms with it. Even after Derek had brought her body back and he had helped him bury her under a circle of Wolfsbane, just as he had done to his sister Laura before (until the grave had been disturbed by two idiots not knowing what they were doing). 

This came as a shock to you. 

You had seen the missing posters plastered all over town - all over school, and you had heard people whispering rumors about her, none of which you believed. Things about how she ‘shacked up’ with an older man who ended up killing her and burying her body somewhere. Whispers about how she became a prostitute and probably overdosed, how she simply ran away because Beacon Hills sucked so much. 

Even if you didn’t like her at the time, you had always felt bad for her, and hoped that she was truly okay. You had always felt bad for her parents because they never had answers. 

You had no clue that she had been involved with Derek Hale and other werewolves. 

“Boyd just got back after being missing for months,” Isaac continued, his voice still saturated with mourning. “But it’s like he’s still gone. I don’t blame him, after what happened.” 

You badly wanted to ask what Isaac meant by this, but you held back. His eyes were distant, swimming with intense thought - he was off somewhere else, clearly speaking into open air things that he had been dying to get off his chest. So you were going to stay silent, giving him the space to let it all out. 

“And Derek -” 

He cut himself off abruptly, replaying the moment in his mind, wondering where it had all gone wrong. It made him sick - the sound of Derek’s booming voice, the glass smashing over his head. Isaac knew that somehow, it was all his fault. What had he done wrong? What had he done so wrong to make Derek react that way? 

What was so poisonous, so inherently unlovable about Isaac that made people act that way around him? 

“Derek kicked me out for no reason.” He mumbled quietly, continuing. 

“Isaac-” Your urge to comfort him was welling up again. 

And now that he had opened the dam of these feelings - unfortunately, he couldn’t turn off the flood when it came. 

“I feel so alone.” 

He declared sharply, his voice edging into a near-sob that made your chest bitterly ache. His eyes were wide and wet with tears, and you nearly rushed across the room just to hold him. 

“I just - I feel so wrong. There is something inside of me that is so wrong, that is so damn broken. I felt like… for a moment, for a split second, things were good. I had a family, I had a purpose. But it’s me, ya know? I’m just broken. I break things. I fuck everything up. If I love something, it dies. So I can’t - I just can’t be loved.” 

“That’s not true.” You rushed to say it, and before you could stop yourself, the words came tumbling from your lips. “I love you.” 

It was the first time you had spoken the words since the break-up, the first time you used those words in such an anchored, present tense. 

Isaac looked at you with the most broken expression you had ever seen. 

Thousands of demons fighting to get out, his eyes so glassy with hurt. His lips quivered as he fought with it himself - he wanted so badly to say it back, but the moment he did, he became liable again. The moment he did, he became yours again and you became his - you became something he could lose. 

It felt like a death sentence in his mouth. One that he couldn’t bring himself to curse you with. 

He let out a sharp, nasal breath as the words fought hard inside of his chest. Your own pain struggled inside of you, and you knew you had to do the one thing that you did best - comfort him. Release him from his pain. 

“It’s okay.” You told him gently. “It’s okay, just come to bed.” 

You patted the empty side of the mattress, and all of the tension left Isaac’s body in an instant, looking as though he was about to collapse in on himself. He practically fell across the gap from the window to the bed, falling into the comfort you provided once again. You raised the covers for him to crawl in beside you, laying your head on his chest so that you could enjoy the sound of his heartbeat as you pulled the covers up over the two of you. 

“You are loved, Isaac.” You told him - you had to tell him. You had to let him know. “And you aren’t alone. You’ll never be alone as long as I’m around.” 

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He replied, the words so quiet that they barely broke free from his throat. 

If you weren’t careful, you would start crying again. 

“Just go to sleep now.” You told him, putting an arm around his stomach, holding him tightly while he put a hand around your back, holding you to him, anchoring you there as though you might drift away while he slept. “It’s all gonna be okay.” 

For some reason, that felt believable to him when you said it. 

… 

Isaac slept for a few wrecked hours, maybe less. 

He was woken up by a nightmare - a vision of Erica crawling toward him, desperately crying out for help before her throat was slashed by Kali. The sound of her choking on her own blood remained swollen in his ears when he jolted awake and stared at your ceiling. It was a while before he realized that calm, sweet pattern beside him was your breathing. 

He laid there and listened to it for a long time before he got up. He found himself too thankful that he could hear your heartbeat now - that he could know with his own ears that you were so alive, so safe. 

He watched you sleep - took in your peaceful face, the way the first golden rays of the sunrise kissed at your skin - and he knew that he could never let anything worthy of tainting his nightmares happen to you. He was a damn selfish dog, but he would never let you truly get hurt just because he wanted something as fading as sex or comfort. 

So Isaac kissed you on the forehead - gentle, careful not to wake you. And he gathered his things. He crept out the door still wearing the shirt that smelled like you. He would claim that it was because he didn’t have any clean laundry - not because he was greedy for your scent. 

… 

When you woke up, Isaac was gone. 

Your sister’s bedroom door was closed and her shoes were back by the front door, so she was home safely. Isaac was not in your bed, and his duffle bag was gone. He had even picked up the soaking wet clothes that he had strewn all over the floor. 

The only evidence you found that it hadn’t all been a dream was the used condom still in the wastebasket, and a tiny note on your bedside table that said ‘I love you, too’ scribbled in his handwriting on a piece of torn notebook paper. 

You were going to track him down - and when you did, you weren’t sure if you were going to kiss him or kill him.

...

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Happy reading!! -Sunny <3

[bingbongsupremacy]

ABC's

I tried thinking of characters with names that matched the ABC originally, but I'm just going by fic names now. Some r probably going to be short.

The plain x reader stories don't describe body type, size or gender.

Coming soon....

Almonds - Abby Anderson x reader

Summary: Abby shares the last bit of her food with you when times get tough.

Baby - Joel Miller x reader who can get pregnant

Summary: It's getting harder and harder to spend time with your husband and you have some really important news. (Pre-Outbreak)

Camp Counselor Pt. 2 - Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Summary: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

Don't Let Me Go - Ellie Williams x reader

Summary: After a near death experience, you're afraid for Ellie to leave you alone.

Every Night - Max Mayfield x reader

Summary: Every night since 7th grade, Max has made it a mission to say goodnight -Face to face. At tonight's visit, you discover that your friendship might have been more than you thought it was.

Fall Out - Isaac Lahey x reader

Summary: Your relationship with Isaac grows more and more strained as the days go by. Will he finally tell you what's going on?

Gumball Machine - Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: All you want is a gumball. Unfortunately, you're out of change.

Heart Breaker - Jonathan Byers x reader

Summary : No matter what you do, Jonathan Byers will never be in love with you. Not the way he is with Nancy anyways.

Incognito - Eddie Munson AU x reader

Summary: All you wanted was a cup of coffee from the new cafe on Main Street. You definitely didn't expect to spill coffee on the Metal Icon Eddie Munson.

Jacket - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: The night Chrissy went over to Eddie's trailer, you went to. I mean, you weren't going to let Chrissy just go to a strangers house without back up. Unfortunately, when things go wrong, you end up on the same wanted poster as Eddie. Together, you're forced to run away.

Knock Knock Pt.2 - Ellie Williams College AU

Summary: A simple request to turn the music down turns into a frustrating back and forth battle. Why does your neighbor have to be so damn attractive?

Lonely Pt. 2 - Stranger Things Zombie Apocalypse AU

Summary: A few days after the zombie apocolypse took over Hawkins you lost everyone. Once you finally run out of supplies, you're forced to venture out into the town, hoping not to run into anyone and make it to safety alive. Unfortunately, life doesn't always go how you want it.

Marry Me? - Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer asks you to marry him at the most random time. Garcia does not approve.

Newborn - Joel Miller

Summary: Joel's nervous about holding your new baby.

Only Her - Steve Harrington x Reader (Possible Pt. 2)

Summary: Steve doesn't look at you the same way he looks at Nancy. Does he really love you?

Promise - Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie promised to come back. After Eddie cut the sheet, preventing you from following him back into the upside down, he promised he'd come back.

Quiet - Johnathan Byers

Summary: When El offers to watch your newborn baby, you're finally able to get some desperately needed sleep.

Reciprocate - John Murphy

Summary: For as long as you've known John, he's always held you at an arms length distance. He's never shared more than he has to. That's why when his behaviors start changing, you're very confused.

Secret Admirer - Steve Harrington

Summary: Never would you have imagined that someone could have a crush on you.

Tell Me Pretty Lies - Theo Raekan

Summary: You've had a feeling that Theo might be cheating on you for a while. Is everything he's said a lie?

Under the Trees - Robin Buckley

Summary: You're in love with Robin. You have been since Freshman year. It breaks your heart whenever she talks about another girl. Unfortunately for you, lately that seems to be all she has to talk about.

Valentine - Max Mayfield

Summary : You ask Max to be your Valentine, unsure of how it's going to play out.

Weak - John Murphy

Summary: You're sick. After days of taking care of the fellow 100, you start to feel the affects of sickness taking over. Who's going to take care of you?

Xenial - Joel Miller

Summary: You're a newcomer in Jackson. Due to lots of new people, you're left with no choice but to share a house with Ellie and Joel. It's only temporary, right?

Yearbook - Nancy Wheeler

Summary: It's finally the end of senior year. While flipping through the pages of your signature filled yearbook, you discover something you never thought you would.

Zander's Pizzaria - Peter Parker

Summary: Closing sucks. Especially when your coworker calls out sick and you're left to do everything by yourself. Things take a turn for the worst when gun welding thiefs threatens your life.

[plus-size-reader]

Motel California

Isaac Lahey x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 3174 words

Warnings: takes place around Season 3, Episode 6 (of the same name)

Summary: Scott asking you to room with Isaac at the Motel Glen Capri, which seems a lot more difficult than maybe it should.

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You couldn’t believe Scott was doing this to you.

“It would just make me feel better if he was keeping an eye on you” he shrugged, already more than paranoid with the twins so close, and the wound aching in his side that had taken far too long to heal than it should have.

It wasn’t a big deal.

He just didn’t want you to be in any kind of danger if it could be avoided.

Lydia was rooming with Allison, who could take out anyone or anything with her eyes closed,  naturally he was bunking with Stiles, and  it only made sense that you stay with Isaac.

That way, all of Scott’s boxes would be checked, and everyone would be accounted for, and protected.

Still, as much sense as that made, it didn’t make the idea of spending all night in the same room as Isaac any easier to accept.  You two had hardly spoken since you broke up, and Scott knew that better than anyone.

You weren’t even sure the two of you would be able to maintain a conversation, and because of that, there was no way of knowing how it would go.

Not that you really had much of a say in the matter.

Scott had already made up his mind.

The things you were dealing with were bigger than any one member of the pack, and there was no avoiding that. Just because you, Lydia, Allison, and Stiles weren’t werewolves didn’t mean that you were in any less danger than they were.

It just meant that you were less prepared to defend yourself against them, and Scott couldn’t help but worry about all of you.

It was his job.

“What are they really going to do?” you whispered back, eyeing Ethan incredulously, as if something awful would happen right there before your eyes to provide some kind of reason for his paranoia.

Ethan was the only one who had come on this cross country trip, likely due to the state Ennis had been left in but that was exactly where Scott was losing you.

He was the only member of the alpha pack not currently  in the vicinity, and to you, that meant that  you were all safe, at least, for now.

…but Scott wasn’t so convinced.

The exact thing that was making you so sure that nothing was going to happen was the same thing convincing Scott to prepare as if it would.

After all, Ethan being the only one on the trip may have given you some amount of comfort, but to him, it meant that the rest of the alpha pack was unaccounted for. They could have been anywhere, doing anything.

Naturally, that made the true alpha a little nervous., and he just wanted to make sure that his family was safe

You couldn’t blame him for that.

No matter how much you may have wanted to right now.

“I don’t know, but I have to prepare for everything”  he countered, taking the keys from Stiles and shooting you one last reassuring smile before heading toward the Motel Glen Capri, the jankiest hotel you’d ever seen.

It was old and offputting, but given the options, it was far better than spending the night in a bus  that still smelled vaguely like puke and body odor.

“So, I guess we’re roomies,” Isaac hummed,  the smug look on his face that told you just how insufferable he was planning on making this whole experience.

You had been so worried about why Scott was so adamant that you didn’t even give the blonde in question a second thought.

Until right now.

“Yeah, I guess so”  you allowed,  choosing to ignore how close he’d chosen to stand to you and turning your attention to the motel instead.

It was hardly nice, but it was getting dark and as awful as the motel looked, you were sure that it was worse out here in the dark.

There was no telling what was lurking around in the dark and you would have been crazy to stay put.

Even with a werewolf by your side.

“Scared of the dark?” Isaac scoffed, taking note of the strange edge you were giving off,  without even meaning to.  It was something he’d never really known you to have an issue with before now, and it caught him off guard.

Not that you saw it that way.

Naturally, after everything you two had gone through, you assumed he was ridiculing you so you only sighed, grabbing your duffle and swinging it over your shoulder.

Rather than acknowledge his question, and general presence, you set your mind to getting inside before the sun fell from the sky anymore than it already had.  

Anything was better than focusing on Isaac.

Who, given the circumstances, was just lapping this up.

“How about I trade you?”  he offered, taking the bag from your shoulder and dropping the room key into your waiting hand instantly, before heading in that direction without a second thought.

He was clearly going to milk this for everything it was worth, and you could already tell he was going to get on your nerves.

It was the exact reason you’d been avoiding him before now.

Still, you knew that knowing you were both accounted for and taken care of was more important to Scott than anything and given everything he’d done for you, you couldn’t bring yourself to go against that.

Even with as much as Isaac’s presence here made you want to rip your hair out.

You didn’t speak again until you entered the hotel room, at which point you realized just how bad this whole thing really was.

You couldn’t help but let your nose scrunch up as you took it all in.

The decor wasn’t as bad as you’d been expecting, given the outer shell the motel presented, but the smell certainly didn’t disappoint.

The air was stale, and  if you had to guess, you would have said the carpet was  either mildewed, hadn’t been replaced in the last forty years, or both.

“Oh wow” you choked out,  holding your hand up to your nose as soon as it hit you, earning an earnest chuckle from Isaac when he met your side.  

Once again, you had been so preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn’t even give the male a second thought as he followed you into the room, finding obvious enjoyment in your disgust.

“If you think it’s bad, you should try it with super senses,” he grinned, making his way over to the window as swiftly as he could to open it, in hopes that perhaps,by the time it was time for bed, it would be a little better.

This place could definitely use the fresh air.

“I think I’ll pass,”  you shrugged, taking your bag from him and throwing it on the bed. You had no intention of unpacking in this place, but at the very least, you figured you could get out of these grubby clothes.

It was bad enough that you’d been stuck on that bus this whole time, but now, you had to deal with this stuff too.

It just felt like you were trapped in all the ick from the past couple hours, and you desperately wanted to get it off, but it wasn’t just that.  A shower would also give you some time to yourself, without Isaac looking over your shoulder.

….and you weren’t about to pass that up.

There was a time when you couldn’t have imagined any space between you and Isaac ever feeling right but now, you couldn’t wait to get away from him.

You just weren’t ready to talk about it.

You weren’t sure you’d ever be ready to talk about it.

“I’m gonna shower”  you sighed, trying to figure out what you wanted to say  without even meaning to, and thankfully, Isaac didn’t bother to comment.

Just because you weren’t a couple anymore didn’t mean he was suddenly going to be blind to all your obvious physical cues.

He couldn't have ignored them if he tried.

“I'm gonna see if I can find the vending machine” he muttered, gesturing to the door so that you’d know what he meant before he headed out, slamming the door behind him.

Isaac figured that if he was hungry, you probably were too, and he wasn’t about to pass up an excuse to get out of that room.

As it would turn out, it was just as awkward for him as it was for you, even though he was doing a better job of hiding just how much it was affecting him.

You only nodded, doing your best to be as normal as you could given the strange circumstances but by this point, you didn’t see it happening.

You just had no idea what to say to him, and he wasn’t much better.

It didn’t help that neither of you had really dealt with any of your issues or the breakup in general since it happened.

It was just so much easier to pretend none of it had ever happened, so that was what you were going to do.

After you got a shower, that was.

The water in the shower smelled almost as rank as the room itself but you did your best not to complain.  Instead, you chose to focus on the warm water, willing it to help you ignore everything else.

Again, you couldn’t help but sigh as you thought over the situation you’d found yourself in. You had no idea how this was going to go and at the end of the day, you weren’t even sure why you cared.

Isaac had practically abandoned you when he turned, and again when his father died. It just felt like he was always distant, always somewhere you couldn’t be, and always away from you.

Eventually you got tired of it, and had to move on with your life.

However, as it had been known to do,Beacon Hills had found a way to rope you in again when Scott had to save you from the monster you’d come to realize was the Kanima.  After that, you couldn’t just pretend it didn’t happen.

….and now, you were a part of it, but you and Isaac had never really fixed what was broken.

Sure, now you knew what it was that was so important to him, that you couldn’t know about, but knowing didn’t make it all better.

If anything, it just proved to you how much more important this was to him than you’d ever been.

You could have accepted it, could have helped him, but instead, he chose to always leave you out and at the end of the day, there was no changing that.

It just was what it was, and there was no use torturing yourself over it.

You’d heard the motel door open and close a few minutes ago, but when you came back into the room from the bathroom, Isaac was nowhere to be found.

He’d been back at some point, because there were cheetos, snickers, and skittles discarded on the dresser and the tv was on, though it was simply blaring static.

“Isaac? If this is some kind of prank, it isn’t funny” you called out, already irritated.  If he thought this was funny, he was delusional.

After everything recently with the alpha pack and Derek, this was about as far from funny as anything could have been, but you sort of hoped he was hiding in the closet or something. The alternative was just too terrifying to consider.

Of course, no answer came which was more than enough to bother you but you did your best to maintain your composure, turning off the tv and searching the room as best you could.

Though, it wasn’t until you looked under the bed that you found him, curled up in a tight ball and shaking.

Which, naturally, was cause for concern.

“What the hell are you doing?” You sighed, still assuming that he was pulling some kind of a prank on you, or just being an asshole for the fun of it, but whatever he was doing, it didn’t stop .

No matter what you said, or did, Isaac wouldn’t move from his place or even acknowledge that you were in front of him.

It was like he was in some kind of trance, and you couldn’t get him out of it.

~

The  whole thing was a mess.

Eventually, Scott and Stiles came around to fix everything as they so often did with a handful of road flares and the news that this place was driving werewolves out of their minds, but you didn’t care about any of that.

Whatever it was about this place that was making them go all haywire wasn’t your concern.

All you cared about was that everybody was okay, at least, physically.

“What do we do? What can we do?” you immediately started, already shaken up as it was.

You had experienced Isaac’s panic attacks before, and talked him down from nightmares, but whatever that was, it wasn’t a nightmare.

It was something else.

Something worse.

“Allison is going to go find Scott, we’ll look for Boyd, and you stay here with him” Stiles decided, thinking quickly on his feet to cover all the ground that needed to be covered before leading Lydia out of the room.

There wasn’t time.

After seeing what Ethan had almost done with that handsaw, there was no telling what could go wrong. Somebody was going to get killed if they didn’t act fast, and that meant that whatever you could do, you had to do.

Even if it was difficult.

You, and this pack, you were a team and you all had to do your part to figure things out, especially when it came to things like this.

So, you decided to stay put.

Just because they had managed to get Isaac relatively settled down didn’t mean it was going to stay that way, meaning that Stiles was right. The best thing you could do for the pack right now was watch out for him.

…and lucky for you both, that was something you’d been really good at once upon a time.

You were quiet at first, choosing to sit down on the bed opposite the one Isaac was currently sitting on. It didn’t feel right to just jump right into a conversation given the circumstances.

Though, after the motel door was closed and the silence enveloped you both, you decided you didn’t have a choice but to talk to him.

Isaac could really get into his head and even if this whole thing had been one isolated event, you knew that the feelings it had brought out of him were real.

This wasn’t the first time you'd been in this position with him.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, hoping that he would tell you if he needed something. When the two of you first started dating, it took him forever to let you in but you couldn’t help but wish he still would.

Not that you could blame him if he didn’t want to tell  you.

A lot had happened since you’d been alone like this, especially under such strange circumstances, and you didn’t want to risk crossing some invisible boundary; for your sake and Isaacs.

Of course, he didn’t answer you right away, his head too far away to have even really realized you’d spoken.

All he could think about right now was that stupid freezer, and whatever it was about this place that had brought that out of him.

It never happened like that, out of the blue, without anything to trigger it.

“Isaac? Are you okay?” You hummed, deciding to move over from your bed to the one he was currently perched on, your hand falling on his shoulder gently to shake him out of his thoughts.

He was going to drive himself insane if he didn’t talk to you, or at least get it all out of his head. The things he was fighting with were deep rooted and intense, and you could only imagine how hard this was for him to relive.

Even if you weren’t quite sure why it was happening.

“I’ll be fine” he whispered, after what felt like a lifetime passed, the words little more than a breathy allowance than anything else.

It was hard.

You knew that he was right, and that eventually he would get a handle on it, but that didn’t make it any harder to accept.

You didn’t like how much he’d been forced to struggle at the hands of his own father. It wasn’t right, and it never had been.

The two of you sat there for a moment more in silence, just trying to take in the almost eerie quiet within the room.

It would have almost been peaceful, if it hadn’t been so unsettling.

“Are you okay?” Isaac spoke again, realizing that during that lull in conversation, you two had sort of just been staring at one another, in a way that you didn’t really do anymore.

In fact, it had been a really long time since you were this close at all.

It was awkward, but what was bothering you most was how it felt both comfortable and tense, all at once.

Like you could lean in or run for the hills at any second.

“I think so” you shrugged, not really sure where to go from here. You felt like you should probably go back to your own bed, now that he’d shaken his catatonic state, but you couldn’t make yourself move.

It was almost as if you were glued to your spot, right by his side.

“I don’t know”

Really, you didn’t think seeing him in such a state would bring something like that out of you but for some reason, it did. Evidently, it didn’t matter how long you two spent apart, you didn’t have it in you not to care about Isaac.

At least a little bit.

“That’s good” he decided, finally breaking eye contact with you to give the surrounding room a quick glance before his gaze fell on the snickers bar on the dresser.

He’d almost forgotten about that.

Without another word, Isaac got up from his place and snatched the treat from the counter.

“This might help” he offered, tossing you the candy bar without a second thought, convinced that even if neither of you had any idea what you were doing right now, your favorite candy couldn't hurt.

It wasn’t like he was going to eat it, anyway.

Isaac had always been more of a skittles guy.

All you could do was nod in thanks as you caught it, taking in what was ultimately an offer of much more than a simple candy bar. It was an admittance of the thing you both already seemed to know.

That no matter what happened, you were always going to love Isaac Lahey.

[renjiokumura]

hey beautiufl! I was wondering if you could make me a isaac lahey x plus size reader story thingy? the girl is insecure and he makes her feel loved and beautiful by writing on all her insecure body parts like her stomach and arms and legs and stuff? as she was pointing out flaws in the mirror? idk its ok if you dont wanna. it would mean alot though. im just craving some plus size isaac lol

I will definitely do this because I love this character. But I'm going to be honest, I have a savior complex lowkey so I want to do fics with him pre bite, but I will definitely do it with post bite Isaac. Either way it's going to be awesome to do this request.

[multimuseficreblogs]

𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ❅ all plus size reader ❅ all plus size reader smut ❅ all plus size reader fluff ❅ all plus size reader angst

𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼𝚂

𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻

𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ❅ all marvel x plus size reader

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𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 ❅ all peter x plus size reader

𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 ❅ all steve x plus size reader

𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 ❅ all thor x plus size reader

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𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚎 ❅ all valkyrie x plus size reader

𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 ❅ all wanda x plus size reader

𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵

𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ❅ all teen wolf x plus size reader

𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚌 𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚢 ❅ all isaac x plus size reader

𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝 𝚖𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 ❅ all scott x plus size reader

𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒 ❅ all stiles x plus size reader

𝙿𝙴𝙳𝚁𝙾 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂

𝚍𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗 (𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗) ❅ all din x plus size reader 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 (𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛) ❅ all frankie x plus size reader

𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 "𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚜 (𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎) ❅ all jack x plus size reader 𝚓𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊 (𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚜) ❅ all javier x plus size reader

𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙱𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚂

𝚍𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚘'𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗 ❅ all dylan x plus size reader

𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚙 ❅ all johnny x plus size reader 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕 ❅ all pedro x plus size reader

[melodysunwritten]

masterlist & requests

fandoms I write for

teen wolf

julie & the phantoms

my babysitters a vampire

outer banks

                   Just remember that i do not write anything nsfw related mainly for the fact that I'm new with writing and don’t feel comfortable writing that. other than that topic I'm more than okay with writing any other topic.

[flower-slut004]

Hey I had a request for a daniel sharman x plus size reader one shot? Could you do a fluffy one where the reader is daniel's girlfriend but she feels insecure about her body so he makes her feel better? just something fluffy and cute please hehe. If you don't feel comfy writing a plus size reader, you could even just do daniel sharman x reader where the reader feels insecure in general. Also haha you could also do this same thing but with isaac lahey if you wanted! I'm good with that too. thank you :))

Dove- Daniel Sharman x Plus-size!reader

Note: omg my prayers have been answered a request 😭. I’ll write both but I’ll need to think of another plot for Isaac unless you want me to use the same one. Thank you so much for requesting 🤍/// Your nickname is Dove but I also used YN

Friday afternoons were usually date nights for Daniel and you. Today wasn't any different as Daniel sat on a couch patiently outside of the dressing room waiting for you to show him what you picked. You really enjoyed shopping but it has always been a bit of a struggle since you have a curvier figure than most women.

It made finding clothes a bit of a struggle. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. Sometimes, the pants fit just right at the top but were too long at the bottom, or sometimes it was the other way around. You were used to this frustrating search of finding the perfect pants but sometimes it got to you.

After trying on what seemed like the millionth pair of pants your eyes began to burn from tears you were trying to hold back from being frustrated from not finding that one pair of jeans that fit nicely. Not wanting to cry over something like this and worry Daniel outside, you attempted to try and control your breathing.

Daniel felt like you were taking a long time and decided to go check on you to see if you were okay. Getting up from where he was sitting he walked to your dressing room before he could say anything he heard sniffles.

He felt his heartbreak listening to you cry. He knew you had always struggled with your own body image. While you had been getting more comfortable in your own body, there were still times when you felt insecure.

“Dove, can you let me in?”, He said gently, knocking on the door. A few seconds pass by with no reply. Daniel rose his hand to knock again but the door slowly opened the door. He quickly walked and closed the door behind him. Daniel saw you looking down at the floor and gently cupped your chin so you'd look at him.

Daniel looked at your red puffy eyes and felt his heartbreak at the sight of your puffy eyes and trembling lip.

He opens his arms without saying a word and you gladly walk into them feeling his warmth. “Tell me what’s going through that pretty little head of yours dove”, he says as he rubs soothing circles down your back. You bury your head into his chest breathing in and out for a few seconds to calm down then take a step back to look up at him.

“I’m just frustrated. None of these jeans fit me. I feel ugly.”, You whispered finally letting the tears run down your cheeks.

“Yn, you are not ugly! Your body is gorgeous”, He says grabbing your face in his hands, “I love you. Your body isn’t the problem, the clothes are.” He kisses tears away from your face. You stay in his arms for a few minutes your sniffles dying down.

“I just felt sad, I’m starting to feel better thanks to you”, you said wiping your tears away,” Okay, I think I’m ready to go look for more jeans”.

“Good, if you need anything I’ll be on the couch just outside your room dove”, He says kissing the top of your head. You smile and nod as he walks out of the room. You took another deep breath and exited the dressing room.

Luck was on your side because after the third pair of jeans you slipped on, it fit perfectly. They were a little long, but not too long so that was fixable.

“Daniel look!”, you called out in excitement. When he looked up from his phone, he let out a whistle. The jeans seem to be made for you, seeing your smile made his heart melt.

“Yn, you look amazing, give me a little twirl”, he stood up and made a twirling motion with his fingers. You did as he asked with a giggle.

“Absolutely breathtaking”, He says as he grabs you bringing you in for a kiss. You giggle and kiss him back. “Come on I’ll buy them for you. We can go home after and watch some movies as we cuddle"

“Oh, you don’t have to”, You say looking up at him. “No, let me, anything for my girl”, he smiles down at you. You gave him a bright smile and nodded.

“Go put your clothes on so we can buy them”, he says spinning you around towards the fitting room and giving your ass a slap

“Daniel!”, you gasp laughing.

“Hey! they make your ass look great" he smirked.

[softshelby]

My Hero

Isaac Lahey x Reader

A/N: this was requested by a lovely anon so I hope you enjoy it and that it is what you were looking for! I hope I did it justice! Please leave any criticism or feedback you have, it’s always welcome.

Request: the reader is shy and keeps to herself but she is plus sized and gets bullied for it and Isaac, who likes her, saves her from the bullies

Warnings: bullying about weight, swearing

(credit to gif owner)

The ringing of the school bell finally pulled you out of your daydreams. Coach was already packed up and heading out the door for lunch. He was probably the only person you had ever seen be so enthusiastic about the canteen food. You realised that you were staring straight into someone’s eyes, you must have been looking in their direction when you spaced out and now it looked like you were creepily watching them. You blushed and looked away but he carried on looking in your direction, softly smiling at you. You hesitantly smiled back, still not making eye contact. You had got used to the guys at school laughing at you, not smiling at you like this. Not only was he incredibly cute, with piercing blue eyes and a chiselled jaw, but he was way too popular to be taking notice of you.

“Isaac?” Someone called, causing him to turn away from you and get up, heading towards his friends at the door.

“Who’s that?” You heard a girl ask, looking across at you.

“Oh, um, no one.” Isaac mumbled, walking out of the room.

As you finally picked up your bag and headed to the door, you heard the sniggering of a group of boys stood near you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see them making some sort of vulgar gesture. You didn’t turn to look their way, instead you just lowered your head and walked past them, putting your headphones in to try and block them out. Everyone always said that the best way to deal with bullies was to not give them a reaction but it was becoming increasingly hard to not care when you dealt with it every day. At this point, the thought of seeing them made you dread coming to school. Even over the music blasting in your ears you heard one of them shout “fatty” followed by the raucous laughter of the rest of the group. You fought the tears welling up in your eyes, head bent so as not to let them see they had upset you. Even after all this time, it still hurt to hear them make fun of you like that.

You headed to the canteen along with everyone else, trailing a little behind the main group of people making their way over there.

By the time you had got your food, the canteen was nearly full. You stood on your tiptoes, trying to find the group of people you normally sat with at lunchtimes. You spotted them in the corner of the room, and seeing you looking, they signalled for you to come over. On your way over to the table, you almost walked headfirst into the group of boys in front of you.

“Woah, watch where you’re going fatty.”

The small crowd all burst into laughter as though it was the wittiest thing ever said. It was one thing hearing them laughing at you from afar, but being stood in front of the like this was enough to make you start shaking. They didn’t say anything further, but remained in your way, still laughing at your expense. You tried to walk around them, mumbling “excuse me” under your breath.

“What was that piggy?” The group burst into laughter again as if it was the most genius abuse ever thrown. You couldn’t help but feel the tears well up at the torment. Fighting to restrain them, not wanting to show any weakness, you tried to move past them again.

“I said excuse me.” You repeated quietly, trying not to show any hint of emotion. Where your lack of reaction usually caused boredom, it seemed to only spark annoyance within the boys. Usually they’d leave you alone after a few mean comments, but today they did not seem content with the ‘entertainment’ you were providing them. Still not letting you past they continued to jeer at you as you wondered if anyone in the canteen was paying attention to what they were doing to you. Seeing a small gap in the group, you tried to squeeze past.

“Do you actually think you’d be able to fit through there?” One of them commented, sneering at you nastily. “I’m surprised you can fit between the tables at all.”

It was getting harder and harder to fight the tears springing to your eyes as your mind fell towards a state of panic. You could think of nothing worse than this moment; no way to escape your bullies. You were sure that people were watching you by now but no one came to your defence. Without any warning you saw someone throw their hand down, followed by the feeling of your tray being forced out of your hands. It fell to the ground with a clatter, food splashing back up onto your shoes and the bottom of your jeans. The crowd burst into raucous louder and the tears you were fighting to hold back started streaming down your face.

“There’s no need to cry. It’s not like you need any more food any way.” It seemed as though the laughter was getting increasingly louder but you couldn’t tell if that was reality or if it was due to your increasing state of panic. You tried to push past the crowd again, more forcefully this time. Trying your hardest to get out of the situation anyway you could. Suddenly, the laughter stopped as you heard the force of a fist hitting skin followed by what seemed to be a quiet growl. Turning around, you saw Isaac stood behind you, knuckles split open, and one of your tormenters lying unconscious on the floor. You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes flash yellow for a second as he turned to face the rest of the boys. No one made a move, stunned by the sudden attack.

“Are you pricks going to fucking apologise or what?” Isaac spat at them. You’d never seen them look so scared in their lives, nor had you ever seen Isaac look so menacing and dangerous.

The silence continued, if everyone in the canteen hadn’t been looking before they certainly were now.

“I said to fucking apologise.” Isaac repeated.

Mumbles of apology came from the group as they stood wide-eyed while Isaac took you by the hand and walked you out of the canteen. You could hear them attempting to get their friend up off of the floor but you didn’t turn back. Once you were out of the cafeteria Isaac continued walking. Only stopping when you reached an empty classroom for you to sit in. The shock of what had happened had stopped your crying but the minute you sat down you burst into tears again. Sobs racked your body as Isaac held you, not saying anything but slowly stroking your hair in an effort to calm you down. When you had finally quietened, you pulled away from him.

“My hero,” you choked out. You tried to play it off casually with a joke but your voice got caught in your throat, giving away your true emotions.

“Well anyone would’ve done it,” he replied sheepishly, as though he was embarrassed for some reason.

“But they didn’t,” He smiled in response, reaching out to place his bloody hand over yours on the desk in front of you. “Thank you so much Isaac, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“They had it coming. I should’ve stepped in sooner.”

“No of course not, I can’t thank you enough for what you did for me!” You paused for a moment, taking notice of his hand over yours and suddenly becoming self-conscious of your face, red and puffy from crying. You pulled your hand out from under his, clearing your throat.

“I’m sorry for being such a mess, you don’t have to stay in here with me.”

“No I want to; you have nothing to apologise for anyway.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment, both of you just looking at each other unsure of what to say next. Isaac opened his mouth to speak as the bell signalling the end of lunch rang out.

“I should probably get going,” you mumbled, standing up. Isaac didn’t respond, just moved out of your way as you headed towards the door.

“Wait!” He called out, causing you to turn back towards him. He ran his hands through his hair, looking sheepish again. “Did you, um, maybe want to get a coffee after school or something?”

You stared at him in confusion. Was he asking you out? Of course not, surely he meant just as friends. Didn’t he? Before you had time to respond he started talking again.

“It’s just that you seem quite upset and I don’t really know if I should just leave you alone now but honestly I don’t really want to leave you alone. I think you’re probably the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I don’t want you to think I’m just using you when you’re vulnerable, but I really like you and I would really like for us to go out tonight.”

As he rambled, his cheeks flushed a deeper and deeper shade of red and you couldn’t help but feel yours do the same.

“I would really like that.” You replied, grinning as his mouth widened into a smile and his eyes lit up. He moved towards you but was stopped by the arrival of the teacher and class who stared at you as they entered the room. One of the students was Stiles Stilinski who seemed to be winking and giving Isaac a thumbs up not so subtly behind your back.

“So I’ll meet you after school?” Isaac asked, using his thumb to wipe away a tear still in your face. The teacher cleared their throat, raising their eyebrows at the two of you.

“I’ll see you there.” You replied, hurriedly leaving the class that were intently watching the both of you. You both paused for a minute in the hallway before he leant down and embraced you, leaving a faint kiss on your cheek.

“See you later.”

“See you later, hero.”

Isaac chuckled lightly, shaking his head and smiling as he walked off towards his lesson in the opposite direction. As you headed to your class, you couldn’t help but feel a little better knowing that at least someone was on your side.

[littlemessyjessi]

Hey, guys!

So, in response to the overwhelming love for my plus size belly dancing imagines...I've decided to do a little series.  

I can't promise that they'll come out at rapid fire or that they'll all the same tone BUT they'll have a common denominator.

Plus size beauties doing some type of dance/artistic exercise.  

Bellydance, hooping, pole dance, aerial silks, latin dancing, yoga, all kinds of things.

So...send me your dances and ideas!  

Below, I've got a list of love interests in mind but if I'm forgetting something...just let me know!  

Comment and let me know if you're interested in seeing this and please, please, please don't be shy!  

Flood my ask box with requests because that's how I get the writing out to you guys!

Thank you, every one of you, for your lovely words!

I'm so thrilled that all of you like my writing.

It's very humbling and I feel so blessed!

Expect a few other posts within the next few days of some of the things you might see on my blog!

Thanks for listening, lovelies!

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Thor Odinson (Thor) - Completed

Bucky Barnes (Captain America) - Completed

Nick Jakoby (Bright) - Completed

Mick Rory (Legends of Tomorrow) - Completed

Leonard Snart (Legends of Tomorrow)

Ivar the Boneless (Vikings) - Completed 

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Loki Laufeyson (Thor)

Bruce Banner/Hulk (Hulk and Avengers)

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Tony Stark (Iron Man)

Natasha Romanoff (Avengers)

Clint Barton (Avengers)

Pietro Maximoff (Avengers)

Wanda Maximoff (Avengers)

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Rhodey (Avengers/ Iron Man)

Sam Wilson (Captain America)

Sharon Carter (Captain America)

T'Challa (Captain America, Black Panther)

Peter Parker (Spiderman)

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Charlie Hunnam

Travis Fimmel

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Holland (Spiderman) - COMPLETED

Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

Stucky (Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes x reader)

Lee Pace

James McAvoy

Bill Skarsgard

Alexander Skarsgard

Sidney Crosby

Tyler Seguin

Jamie Benn

Geno Malkin

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Norman Reedus

Paul Lahote (Twilight)

Emmett (Twilight)

Jasper Hale (Twilight)

Sirius Black (Harry Potter)

Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

Damon Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)

Klaus Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries, The Originals)

Jay (Disney Descendants)

Stiles (Teen Wolf)

Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

Liam Dunbar (Teen Wolf)

Theo Raeken (Teen Wolf)

Chase Collins (Covenant) - COMPLETED

Chase Collins (Covenant) - Captivated- COMPLETED

Pogue (Covenant) 

Tyler (Covenant) 

TJ Hammond 

Hal Carter (Picnic) 

Basically any Sebastian Stan character because I have no control, lol.  

If I'm missing someone just give me a hollar!

[cassiefanfic]

French Whispers

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Character/Ship: Isaac Lahey x Werewolf!Reader

Warning: Fluff, French talking

Writer: Cas

Words: 575

Requested by: Anon on @imaginesofeveryfandom

Summary: Isaac whispering French to you in class because he knows it distracts you

[Based off of:] http://imaginesofeveryfandom.tumblr.com/post/155250190296/requested-by-anon

Author’s Note: I used Google Translate for any French in this fic so it may be wrong, I’m not sure. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never taken a single French class in my life.

Y/N’s POV

“Bonjour belle,” (Hello beautiful) Isaac whispered as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I smiled towards my locker before up at my grinning werewolf boyfriend.

“You’re such a dork Isaac.” I chuckled before kissing him softly. He gave me a small kiss back before pulling away and grabbing my math textbook for me. I grabbed my binder and closed my locker before holding his hand. He led me down the hall while we talked.

“How’s my jolie petite amie doing in French 1?” (Beautiful girlfriend)

“I barely understand what you’re saying to me, so how do you think it’s going? It’s not fair, you got to spend half of junior and senior year in France, you know way more than I do when it comes to French.” I snapped as we walked into class and sat. He chuckled and kissed the side of my head before giving me my textbook.

“Well, I like complimenting you in French, because everything I say is true.” “Oh shut up.” “I can’t shut up because I’m not lying.” He smiled as the teacher began instructing the class.

Halfway through class, Isaac looked at how focused I was before smirking and looking down at his paper. My werewolf hearing picked up his mumbling and I heard him whisper, knowing I could hear him.

“Vous êtes si belle. Tu es l'amour de ma vie. Vous êtes incroyable, intelligent, fort, et l'être le plus parfait sur cette terre.”

(You're so beautiful. You are the love of my life. You are amazing, smart, strong, and the most perfect being on this earth.)

I felt my heart pick up and heard him chuckle as he continued.

“Vous êtes si merveilleux. Tout ce que vous faites, tout ce que vous dites, tout est merveilleux. Je t'aime.”

(You're so wonderful. Everything you do, everything you say, everything about you is wonderful. I love you.)

“Isaac stop, I’m trying to focus.” I whispered and he shook his head before he kept going once more.

“Mon amour, je ne cesserai jamais de t'aimer. Comment pourrais-je cesser d'aimer une fleur si parfaite? Tu es la plus belle fille de Beacon Hills et tu le sais. Je ne veux jamais une autre fille, sauf si c'est vous. Je te verrai après la classe, ma fleur.”

(My love, I will never stop loving you. How could I stop loving such a perfect flower? You're the most beautiful girl in all of Beacon Hills and you know it. I will never want another girl unless it's you. I'll see you after class my flower.)

I could recognize “ma fleur” and I looked to him before smiling widely. He smiled back and nodded before going back to his work. Halfway through class, the teacher told Isaac and I had to go to the office. I made my way there nervously and stopped as I saw a large teddy bear about half my size with 2 dozen roses. I picked up the note from the flowers and it read,

Y/N,

Joyeux Valentin ma fleur

Amour, Isaac

(Y/N,

Happy Valentines Day my flower

Love, Isaac)

Isaac’s arms wrapped around my waist and he kissed my cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N.”

“Je t'aime Isaac”

“Je t'aime aussi Y/N”

(I love you Isaac

I love you too Y/N)

[stilesxxstilinskii]

Beauty |isaac lahey imagine|

Isaac x reader 
Relationship: inspiring lovers Y/N = your name Y/L/n = your last name Requests are open! @artfuck asked: rtfuck said Hi love your writing. I was wondering if you could write one where the reader is very shy and keeps to herself. But she is plus size and gets bullying for it. And Isaac, who likes her saves her from a bully. Thanks

She tried to ignore all the rude and hateful comments that were shouted at her while she walked down the hallways. With every step she took the more she felt her self falling and her walls growing even taller. But as she opened her locker, little did she know that there was a boy who loved her and thought she extraordinary. She was so oblivious because I guess she didn’t believe it…

She wouldn’t be like them ever because she knew how much it hurt. But why did they do the things they did? Why did they want to hurt her so bad? “Fatty.” A boy spat at her. “Stop.” She said quietly. “Starve yourself woman!” He said again. “Stop.” She warned. “Why are you so ugly?, huh? Why?!” “Stop! Please!” She cried. Isaac, the boy who loved her had had enough. He stormed over to him and threw his fist in his face, knocking him out. He grabbed her hand and led her to the school’s courtyard. Isaac grabbed her beautiful and fabulous hips and pulled her in close. In that moment he felt all her pain and he realised that she was a hurricane hidden by a sunshine, but that only made him lover her even more because she was so strong. He didn’t say anything and he honestly didn’t need to, she heard him. His heart said: She is so beautiful hips, thighs and all! She’s like no other person, she is she and that’s so so beautiful. She’s the twinkle in my eye and I’m sorry I never helped you. She isn’t like the girls in the magazines but i dont want them, I want her because she’s amazing, talented and absolutely stunning and I love her. She was amazing for how she acted and how she was, so strong even if she didn’t feel like she was. Appearance was only one of the things I loved about her. Yet I stand here hugging my lover wondering how any sick person could treat such an amazing person such a horrid way? The answer I didn’t know but I did know she didn’t deserve it.

They held each other for what felt like hours but was only minutes. When they finally pulled apart Isaac said “If you could see yourself through God’s eyes, you would see how amazing you truly are.” She bit her lip from fighting the urge not to cry. The truth was she loved him and he made her happy for the first time in a long long long time yet she wanted to cry. It was all the emotional energy triggering her tears. He then did something he’d been waiting to do for years now. To kiss her. Their lips brushed past each other and then collided. The sun cleared up in the sky making it the perfect kiss. For once in her life she felt it, felt the feeling of belonging. The feeling of not being alone anymore, the feeling of being loved. She was beautiful and so was he. _____________________________________________________________________A/N: To anyone who feels unloved and self conscious or feels fat or lonely. YOU ARE ALL SO BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THE HATERS SAY! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! STAY SAFE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE XXXX

[plus-size-reader]

Panic

Isaac Lahey x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2591 words

Warnings: anxiety? 

Summary: Reader gets freaked out when she thinks they're hurting Isaac and they find out its because he's her anchor. (Inspired by 3x02)

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You didn’t have a problem at first.

Erica and Boyd were gone and if there was anything that any of you could do to find them, you knew that you had to. If you didn’t track them down soon, something awful was going to occur and that couldn’t happen.

You couldn’t lose anymore people.

So, when Deaton suggested some kind of ice bath to figure out where they were, you weren’t opposed. In theory, it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal and given all the times that Dr.Deaton had helped you out in the past, you didn’t question it.

Until you found out that they were planning on nearly killing Isaac.

For some reason, as soon as you were in that back room, with that ominous tub filled to the brim with freezing cold water, you could hardly breathe.

It was too much.

As soon as he got into the water, you could tell that something wasn’t right but that feeling only grew when he started thrashing around and doing everything he could to get out, his eyes glowing yellow and teeth bared.

“Stop! You have to stop” you started, the words weak as they left your throat, panic rushing through you at the thought of what they were doing.

No one moved, only increasing the constricting in your chest, your hands closed so tight that you feared you may actually shred the flesh of your palms with your claws.

They were going to kill him, and everyone else didn’t even seem to care besides you. It didn’t make any sense. Were they really just going to stand here and watch him freeze to death? Or drown?

“You’re killing him!” you screamed, worried that if you didn’t do something, Derek would drown Isaac in a desperate attempt to find out where the others were.

Not that it really mattered because you were almost entirely convinced no one was listening, until finally, Deaton spoke.

“Get her out of here!” Deaton decided, urging whoever was closest to get you somewhere else until they were finished. If they weren’t able to finish this, it would all be for nothing and if you couldn’t be calm enough to be here, you were going to have to leave.

Isaac had agreed to everything that was happening, and he was fine.

They couldn’t stop everything just to prove it to you.

Scott was the first to move, perfectly aware that as much as he didn’t want to leave Isaac’s side, you weren’t going to leave with anyone else.

As long as Isaac was under that ice cold water, you were just going to have to deal with him.

After all, if anyone had any hope at calming you down, it was him.

“Come on Y/N. Let's get you outta here” he suggested, forcefully taking your arm and leading you out of the room. You put up a hell of a fight, just like he knew you would, but as soon as you saw his eyes glowing amber, you settled down pretty well.

No amount of anxiety could combat his abilities, besides, deep down, you knew that Scott would never let anything happen to Isaac.

He didn't speak again until he was sure that you were calm, sitting down on the front step of the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.

The cool night air was doing a good job at keeping  you relaxed, and your blood wasn’t boiling quite as much as it had been.

At the very least, Scott could talk to you now.

“Are you alright?” he hummed, bumping your leg with his foot, just to make sure that you were still here with him. He could only imagine how hard it was for you to see Isaac like that, in what could certainly become a life threatening situation.

Since you had come here, and joined Scott’s ‘pack’, no one had made quite the impact on you that Isaac had.

It was clear that he was important to you, but no one realized just how much he meant to you until right now. The way you had panicked seeing him there, unconscious under the water, you were inconsolable.

He had never seen you like that.

Not even when you were completely out of control.

“He’s safe, isn’t he?” you clarified, your breath still as rigid and shaky as it had been as soon as you saw Isaac in that ice bath. You weren’t even sure what it was about it that struck you so bad, but you didn’t like it.

All you knew was that you didn’t like it.

Scott nodded, a small smile on his face at just how much this whole thing meant to you. In a strange way, it was sort of sweet that you were so worried about what happened to him.

For a guy who didn’t think he had anyone in the world, he certainly had one person who would have done anything for him.

“Then I’m fine” you hummed, a new sort of calm washing over you as you decided to believe him. As long as Scott knew that Isaac was going to be okay, you didn’t have any reason to worry.

It was when he started worrying that you had to be scared.

“I’m sorry about this whole thing, I usually have control over it. I just freaked out” you sighed, running your hands over your face as you tried to figure out what had come over you. Now that you were out here, it was fading but not gone.

That pull to him, that panic that filled you as soon as he was in any kind of danger. It was like being away from him physically hurt you, it just didn’t feel right, no matter what.

It was driving you crazy.

You had never felt like that before, not ever, but since you met him, it was like it was all you could think about.

Not that it was entirely your fault.

You weren’t familiar with the concept of an anchor of course, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have one. Thankfully, Scott knew enough about it for the both of you, and it was about time that you realized just what was happening to you.

“It’s okay, it isn’t your fault” Scott hummed, his voice filled with the normal level of support and care that you were used to.

He really was good at this.

“Do you know what an anchor is?”

You didn’t, but thankfully, Scott had more than enough time to fill you in.

Granted, every word he said was insane.

The idea that you and Isaac were linked somehow didn’t make any sense, and really, you weren’t sure that you believed it. After all, it had to have been the most outlandish thing that you’d ever heard in your life.

...but you didn’t think he was lying to you either.

He had no reason to lie, and even if he did, it was just too close to a realistic explanation. 

The idea that there was a werewolf-related reason for you to be so attached to him kind of made you feel better, as weird as it was.

At least that explained why you were powerless to actually do anything about it.

“I’m gonna go check on them” Scott decided, eventually standing to head back inside once he was sure that he’d said all there was to say. Giving you some time to process everything that was going on couldn’t hurt.

Besides, if Isaac wasn’t out of the water by now, he wasn’t going to just bring you back in. You had calmed down a little but as soon as you saw him like that again, the panic would come back.

It  would all be for nothing, and he hadn’t gone through all this for nothing.

You could come in once everything was said and done and he was okay.

Which, thankfully, didn’t take too long, because neither Scott nor Deaton was all too convinced that you would stay outside for much longer.

After all, that nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach was only getting stronger and stronger as the minutes ticked by and it was only a matter of time before you made your way back to his side.

Not that you could be blamed, because apparently it wasn’t up to you.

Nothing felt like it was up to you anymore.

~

Eventually, you decided that you’d had enough of the distance, and after double checking to make sure that you could handle it, you stood to go back into the vet Clinic.  

It seemed like the only good thing to come out of Scott telling you about your relationship to Isaac was that you felt like you had some control over the way you felt, at least, as far as this was concerned.

He could handle it.

Scott wouldn't have let him get in that ice if he couldn’t, and all you could do now was hope that this whole thing was close to over.

Which, thankfully, it was.

By the time you got back into the heat of it, Isaac was out of the tub, a towel thrown around his shoulders as he tried to combat the dropping in his temperature. 

Even with his enhanced healing, his body was taking a while to bounce back.

To be fair, they had nearly killed him just now.  

“You doing okay, Y/N?” Scott hummed, the first to speak after he noticed you there in the entryway, clearly trying to gauge how  you were holding up.

He wasn’t shocked by how you reacted at first, but now that Isaac was back in the land of the living, he wasn’t sure how you were going to react. You had just learned quite a bit about him while he was out, after all.

Things that he didn’t even know.

You only nodded, doing everything you could to let him know that you were going to be okay, though you couldn’t force your eyes away from Isaac’s shivering frame. 

Deep down, you knew he was going to be okay, but seeing it for yourself felt different.

It was like a wave of relief nearly knocked you off your feet.

You didn’t know what to say, all you knew for sure was that you’d never been so happy to see someone in your life.

“Why don’t we take a second to regroup, then we can discuss what can be done about Boyd and Erica?” Deaton suggested, sharing a knowing look with both Scott and Derek, who could clearly see what was going on as well as he could.

In fact, the only person who remained perfectly clueless to the things unfolding around him was Stiles, who stood as stuck in his place as ever, until Scott ushered him out with the rest of them, leaving you and Isaac alone.

Given everything that you two had just gone through, he was sure there was something you wanted to say.

The least he could do was give you a couple minutes to work it out.

Besides, it wasn’t like anyone was going to figure out right where the Alpha’s were keeping Erica and Boyd in the next fifteen minutes.

You could spare this time, and then hopefully, both you and Isaac could actually use the connection between you to actually benefit the pack, instead of just hovering around one another in confused silence like you normally did.

A silence that was currently holding all of your attention as you tried to figure out what you were supposed to say to him.

Now that it was just the two of you here, it felt like there was both everything and nothing to be said at once.

You just weren’t sure which would be better.

“Are you okay? Scott mentioned you were having a hard time” Isaac spoke first, hoping that he could get you to elaborate. There was clearly something that was bothering you but when he tried to get Scott to tell him, he wouldn’t.

All he kept saying was that he could ask you himself when you came back in.

“I guess so. I’m just glad you’re alright” you allowed, a small shrug tugging at your shoulders as you tried to keep this as casual as you could. You didn’t just want to come out and tell him that he was your anchor.

What if he didn’t know? What if he didn’t want to be?

You had no idea how you would deal with something like that.

“Me too. I was worried about you, when I was under” he hummed, his words far more muted now than the previous ones. 

He just wasn’t sure how you would react, but the truth was that he heard you, at least, parts of what you’d said.

...and it scared him.

Knowing that you were out there, in so much distress, and he couldn’t do anything about it forced something up from the pits of Isaac’s stomach that he’d never felt before.

It was more fear and anxiety than he was used to, even living with his dad.

He just wanted to check on you, but he knew that he couldn’t. As much as he wanted to make sure you were alright, he knew that finding Erica and Boyd was more important.

Besides, just as you trusted Scott to take care of Isaac, he trusted Scott to make sure you were alright.

You had to be.

“It was like I could feel how much you needed help” he sighed, now taking his turn to shrug as he did his best to make sense of something that wasn’t really meant to make all that much sense in the first place.

Like everything else you’d learned since becoming a werewolf, it would just take time to accept.

“-How much I needed you” you corrected, sure that was what he was going to say before he decided against it. 

By this point, you were both thinking the same thing, feeling the same thing, you just weren’t sure who was going to say it first.

Thankfully, there was no true awkwardness between you and Isaac.

It was much more akin to a comfortable uncertainty, as you both fought yourselves on what you knew was happening. Which, you chalked up to having everything to do with the bond you shared.

“Yeah, that too” Isaac confirmed, a slight smile on his handsome face as he realized that you were right. The entire time he was trying to fight the urge to leave everything he was doing behind to make sure you were okay.

At least for a moment, he forgot everything else except for you, and now that he was thinking about it, that wasn’t the first time it had happened.

It happened a lot, for both of you.

Every time he got too out of control on the full moon and felt his control slipping away, he thought about you and heard your voice in his head. 

It was one of the only things that could calm him down, even when he woke up with nightmares in the middle of the night.

You were the only thing he always had, and you both knew what it meant.

This whole time Isaac thought that his anger toward his father was the thing keeping him in control but that wasn’t the case at all. Clearly, there was something so much stronger than his hate, the real focus of his attention.

You.

You were his anchor.

[plus-size-reader]

Alone

Isaac Lahey x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2698 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Isaac losing control during one of the lacrosse games and you go to check on him 

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You and Isaac didn’t have anything in common. 

In general, the two of you had less of a relationship than any of the other members of the pack simply because you didn’t have anything to talk about. You weren’t friends, you didn’t have any classes together, the only time you even saw much of each other was when the packs got together. 

It wasn’t that big of a deal. 

However, just because you didn’t really understand Isaac and the two of you didn’t have much of a relationship to begin with didn’t mean you wanted anything to happen to him, and you certainly didn’t want him to be alone. 

It was no secret that his home life was far from easy, and other than his dad and the pack, he didn’t have anyone else. 

He just struck you as one of those people who could use someone who always had his back, and there was no reason you couldn’t be that for him. 

Everyone had bad days, and just needed someone to make sure that they were alright. That was how you knew that you were human, but as it would turn out, werewolves had those bad days too. 

If anything, they had more than humans did. 

The push and pull of the moon and the unpredictability of it made it really difficult to know when something bad was happening or when they could use someone to vent to but you didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that Isaac was struggling. 

Even from where you were sitting in the stands, you could see how hard he was breathing behind his lacrosse helmet, and how tense he must have been. Not to  mention that if the other team made another goal,  you were positive someone was going home in a full body cast and it wasn’t going to be him. 

Someone needed to do something. 

The secret you were all doing your very best to hide away was in jeopardy in these moments and you weren’t about to let him put every one of your lives in danger because the team was having an off night. 

It wasn’t worth that to you. 

So, when you could tell that he’d finally had enough and Isaac sped off of the field in the direction of the locker room, you knew that you had to do something to try and calm him down.

 Just because he knew well enough to get out of view of the general public didn’t mean someone wasn’t going to get hurt. You had been learning a lot about calming them down when they got stressed out with Liam, and Isaac was no different. 

In fact, you knew that if you could handle Liam at his most angry, Isaac would be a cake walk. 

You saw Scott falter out on the field, watching both Isaac and you head off in the direction of the school but you shot him a thumbs up, your way of letting him know that you could handle it. 

The idea of it made him a little nervous, as he always was as the true alpha, but he knew that if you thought you could handle it, you could. After all, you had already shown him a million times that you weren’t scared of them. 

You had no reason to be. 

If Isaac wanted to hurt you, he could have very well done it before now and besides, if someone had to get hurt because of his upset, you would much rather it be you than an innocent on the other end of those claws.. 

At least you knew what you were up against. 

“Isaac?” you called, doing your best to keep your voice down while still alerting him to your presence, careful to lock the locker room door behind you. If someone else needed to get in here, you were sure it would be under less drastic circumstances. 

Everything else could wait. 

“Isaac? It’s Y/N” you hummed, doing your best to keep your calm, though there was a sense of unease in the dark locker room. You had no idea where he was, and knowing the state he’d been in when he came in here, that was hardly comforting. 

Wherever he was, at the very least, you knew he wasn’t in a good place. You knew just how much Isaac liked to hear himself talk and the silence was more than enough to confirm your suspicions. 

There was a sound on the other end of the locker room, similar to metal clanking down on the concrete but before you could make your way over to investigate it, Isaac was on you. 

He was all snarling, gnashing teeth, and muscle as he shoved your plush frame against the tile wall of the showers, effectively knocking the wind out of you completely in a way that you couldn't have seen coming, as obvious as it was.

...but you didn’t let that deter you. 

It might have hurt you on the surface but you knew that something like that was only temporary for you. You weren't some porcelain doll that would shatter if you so much as breathed on it the wrong way. 

The bite had made sure of that. 

“Ow” you groaned, through gritted teeth as you did your best to get a grip on Isaac’s shoulders, his yellow eyes boring into your own as he tried to get the better of you. Right now, he wasn’t in control and that made this much harder. 

There was no arguing with a feral wolf, after all.

“Isaac, it’s Y/N. I need you to calm down before you make me do something you won’t like” you warned, already well aware that you were going to have to resort to some kind of physical action before he mauled you like a bear. 

Thankfully, the same tile wall that you were forced against as you spoke provided the perfect blunt object for you to work around. 

When Isaac showed no signs of stopping, you made up your mind. Using all the weight you had and a fair amount of your own superhuman strength, you flipped your two bodies so that you could get the upper hand on him. 

Physically, Isaac had an advantage over you due to sheer size and mass but when it came to raw strength and wit, you had him beat. 

Right now, his mind was too foggy and preoccupied with rage that he couldn’t think straight enough to actually comprehend what you were doing. 

Not that that mattered all that much. All you could care about right now was getting him to stop what he was doing and-

“Calm Down!” 

You showed no hesitation as you forced his solid body against the wall and pinned him there, his eyes still burning into your face. Then, as you had learned from both Stiles and Scott with Liam, you turned the dial on the shower to the coldest it could go. 

If he wasn’t going to calm down himself, you were going to force it out of him with ice cold water. 

As soon as the water hit his skin, he roared, jolting against your tight hold as he tried to get away from both the unending stream of water and your tight hold on him but you weren’t going to let him get away with it that easily. 

He wasn’t getting out of here until it was safe for everyone else out there. 

“Isaac! You can hear me, I know you can. You need to calm down” you urged, grabbing his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. He was trying to fight this, and you knew that he could, all you had to do was try. 

You had seen him snap out of this a million times before and there was no reason he couldn’t do it again right now. 

...And thankfully, you were right. 

After a few more minutes of yelling in his face and standing under the ice cold steam of water, Isaac had finally calmed down enough for you to turn off the water. 

By the time he had stopped fighting against you with all his strength, your own muscles were burning but you didn’t mind the tension in your body as you sat down on the tile floor beside him, both of you soaking wet and exhausted. 

“You’re even more hard-headed out of control, you know that?” you scoffed, resting your head against the cool tiles. 

You were both breathing heavily, trying to recover from the endeavor you’d just been a part of but Isaac managed a dry laugh through the breathing raging through his nose. 

“You’re bleeding” he muttered, after a few more minutes of silence between the two of you, the entire locker room full of the sounds of your labored breath, and the distant cheering of the crowd out on the field. 

In the scramble, you hadn’t noticed but he must have nicked your flesh because when you brought your hand up to where he was gesturing, you found a bit of ruby red blood on your fingers, mixing with the water droplets already on your skin. 

It didn't hurt, and you were sure that it would heal before you even made your way back to the lacrosse game, but that didn’t change the fact that Isaac felt terrible about it. He should have been more in control than he was. 

You never should have been there in the first place. 

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just a scratch” you sighed, wiping it away with your hand as if that would somehow make him forget about it. 

It wasn’t that big of a deal. 

At least, it wasn’t a big deal to you. 

Isaac seemed rather focused on the blood beading up on your skin from the cut, which seemed much deeper than he originally assumed it was as he looked at it. 

“What are you doing here? Where’s Scott? Or Derek?” he questioned, that familiar attitude finding its way back to his tone as he returned to the Isaac you knew.  One of them was always the one to take care of them when something like this happened, and if they’d been here, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. 

It was stupid for you to try and do this on your own. 

“Scott’s on the field, and Derek is MIA for the time being” you shrugged, standing from where you had been perched and straightening your appearance in the mirror. It didn’t matter all that much, of course, because you were still soaked to the bone, but the thought made you feel better. 

You didn’t even bother to help Isaac to his feet, as he was clearly back to normal and didn’t need you to go out of your way for him. 

Now that he was alright, you were reminded why you two weren’t that close in the first place. 

“You know I could have killed you, right?” he groaned, standing from the floor on  his own, making it clear just how much damage he’d done to his own muscles in the feverish fight you two had been engaged in previously. 

He was going to be feeling it pretty bad for the next few minutes while those muscle fibers knit themselves back together. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, not at all surprised by how self involved he always seemed to be. Clearly, if he could have killed you, he would have, and yet, here you were, very much alive. So either, he was bluffing, or had no real idea what he was capable of. 

Neither of which you were all that interested in.

“Usually, when someone helps you out, it's easier to just thank them” you countered, turning around to find him sitting on the bench behind you, his fingers digging into his shoulder where he’d just found a searing pain. 

You had probably left a pretty gnarly scratch of your own there while you were trying to get a handle on him. 

“Stop pawing at that” you tutted, closing the space between you just enough to pull back the collar of his shirt to inspect what you were already sure was there.

It would heal regardless of if he touched it or not but it would heal faster if he left it alone. You would have thought he understood that  by now. 

“Thank you, but please don’t do that anymore'' he grumbled, looking up at you with that same dismissive look in his eyes that you’d been trying to get him to let go of this entire time. 

There was nothing wrong with the two of you having a conversation, and there was certainly nothing wrong with him letting you help him sometimes. 

You all needed help sometimes, that was what you had a pack for in the first place. 

“You are so unbelievable. Is it really so bad that I came to help you?” you groaned, tired of him being so cagey with all of you. You understood that he had a hard time trusting people, and you weren’t going to act like he shouldn’t have, but this was different. 

All you were trying to do was help him not hurt himself. 

“This is the longest conversation you and I have ever had, you know that?” he hummed, trying to think back to any point in the past when the two of you had even been alone together for this long, or at all. You didn't know the first time about each other, but you were right.

You had come here to help him, even when you didn’t have to. You could have just as easily let him suffer through this alone. 

“Why is that?” 

You weren’t looking at him anymore, but that didn’t matter. You knew that he was looking at you, trying to figure out what it was about you that he’d always had trouble figuring out. Clearly, you were a perfectly good person, and he’d been so shitty to you. 

It didn’t make sense, even to him. 

“You care about people a lot, and I didn’t want to be one of those people you had to worry about” he shrugged, making it seem like that was some kind of deep, meaningful reason but  you knew better than that. 

That wasn’t what it was. 

That wasn’t even close to what it was. 

“That’s a lie, and you know it” you scoffed, finally turning around to meet his eyes again. He wanted everyone to think that he was so independent and closed off from his feelings, but that couldn't have been farther from the truth. 

You saw right through that, because you knew it was the easiest excuse he could make himself believe. 

 “I think you’re scared of letting anyone in because you don’t want to be abandoned, and it's easier to be alone than it is to be lonely” you explained, talking about him as if you could see right through his skin into the heart beating in his chest. 

He didn’t say anything. 

For the first time in his entire life, Isaac was speechless but it wasn’t because he didn’t have anything to say. There were a million words swirling around in his head, trying desperately to form any words at all but it just didn’t happen. 

No one had even known him like that, because no one had ever looked at him like that. 

No one had ever paid attention. 

“But you aren’t alone, so you need to stop acting like it” you shrugged, unlatching the door of the locker room and swinging it open to find Scott waiting for you there. He had clearly heard the entire conversation, but you didn’t care about that. 

He smiled at you slightly, looking between the two of you as gingerly as he could, the air in the room heavy and dense. 

It was clear that whatever it was that was going on between the two of you, it was far from over but based on the way you two were avoiding looking at one another, it was bound to resolve itself in time. 

[plus-size-reader]

Bernard

12 days of Christmas Special 4

Isaac Lahey x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1063 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Isaac getting the reader her first puppy for Christmas

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It was no secret that you wanted a puppy.

From the moment you two met, you were constantly talking about all the different breeds of dogs that you were in love with. You were obsessed with them, and it would have been impossible not to know that.

Anyone who was around you for more than a few minutes would know that you loved them more than anything.

Isaac had been planning on getting you one for quite some time. In all honesty, he would have bought you a puppy in the first week you were going out but decided to wait.

It may not have been appropriate then but now that you two had been seeing each other for a couple years, it seemed like the perfect gift. Besides, what better Christmas gift would he come up with?

There was certainly nothing you wanted more.

However, a live animal was a bit more intricate of a gift than a pair of slippers or some jewelry. First, he got in contact with your family in order to set up the more nuanced details.

Isaac wanted to take care of everything before the big day so that all you had to focus on was loving on the fuzzy baby he’d given you.

Then, once that was all taken care of and squared away, Isaac set his focus on finding the perfect puppy for you. There was no shortage of options with everything from size, breed, and where to get them.

Thankfully, the last question was easily answered with the help of Deaton, who occasionally had rescues and strays coming in for check ups and such.

If there was a place to start in Beacon Hills, he assumed it would be there and that seemed to be the right place.

Dr. Deaton was only a veterinarian technically but when informed him of what he wanted to do, the man knew just what to do. A client of his had a retriever who recently had puppies and was looking for homes for them.

All he had to do was get in contact with them and you’d have the puppy you’d always wanted.

In that way, it lined up perfectly and as soon as he heard about it, Isaac knew that this was exactly what you’d want.

...And that was only solidified when he met them.

After his initial phone call, Isaac decided to go meet with Deaton’s patient, and the puppies from which he would choose. As soon as he got there, Isaac knew that he’d made the right choice.

He was greeted by eight puppies, each similar while also being unique in their own way.

Right off the bat, a few of the puppies reacted negatively to him, tucking their tails between their legs and whining softly but there was one, in particular, that didn’t seem bothered at all.

That was the one.

It was natural for dogs to react that way, seeing as Isaac was a werewolf, but the fact that this brave little guy didn’t seem to care just seemed like a good sign.

After all, he didn’t want a puppy that didn’t want anything to do with him since he was planning to be around him pretty frequently.

“And who is this?” he asked, kneeling down to pet the golden puppy, who immediately nuzzled up to his touch. The woman at his side smiled, watching the way the puppy reacted to him.

It was clear that there was a connection between them.

“My wife and I have been calling him Bernard”

~

Isaac was practically vibrating with excitement as he made his way up to your front steps.

He told you that he had a surprise for you on Christmas morning but you had no idea what it could be. Really, you had no expectations about what he would bring you, because you knew how much Isaac loved surprises.

However, you should have known that something strange was going on. As soon as opened the door and saw him, you could tell that he had something up his sleeve.

He had the biggest grin on his face.

“Hey! Merry Christmas” he smiled, leaning in to give you a small side hug, only distorted slightly by the big box in his arms.

By that point, you had some idea of what was going on, because of the holes in the top of the box but you didn’t want to get too excited at first.

Instead, you just returned his hug and went into the house, which was wonderfully decorated for the holiday season. You had been making hot chocolate when he knocked, which only added to the ambiance.

All things considered, he could hardly focus due to the excitement. He knew that this was going to be the best thing he could ever do for you, and that you would be excited.

Not that he ever imagined it going like this.

At some point in your small talk, while you and Isaac were in the kitchen getting some mugs of hot chocolate, the puppy got out.

Neither of you noticed at first, but it was hard to shrug off when the paper on other presents under the tree was being shredded. You didn’t say anything for a moment, trying to figure it out.

Though, Isaac beat you to the punch.

As soon as what was happening registered in his head, Isaac headed off toward the direction of the sound, finding Bernard in a pile of wrapping paper.

“What are you doing?” he grumbled, scrambling to scoop up the puppy in his arms, before he could ruin anything else. This wasn’t supposed to go down like this.

He’d planned everything down to the wire, and made sure that this would be the best surprise you ever had but at the last second, it was ruined.

Isaac could hardly believe it.

However when he spun around to see you there, holding your hands over your mouth to keep a shriek from escaping, he had to rethink that too.

You looked so happy.

“Hey baby, this is Bernard” he grinned, holding the little bundle of fur out to you with a huge smile on his face. It might not have been exactly what he’d planned, but now that it had happened, that didn’t matter.

All that mattered now was that you finally had the puppy you’d always wanted.

[plus-size-reader]

My Babies pt 2

Derek Hale x Plus size!reader and Isaac Lahey x Mom!Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1,532 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Isaac moves into the Hale house and he and the reader have a very sweet moment that sends her to Derek’s side

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Adopting Isaac had been a dream of yours for a very long time and the second Derek gave any mention that it may actually happen, you were hooked.

You'd always wanted kids but it killed you that there were so many children out there already that needed so much. It didn't hurt that you and Derek weren't exactly in the market to have an infant right now.

Could you imagine raising a baby with Derek? Yes but not while you're in the process of deal with Stiles studying for his midterms on your couch, Liam's crazy lacrosse practice schedule, and Scott's ever changing lunar calendar.

There was just way too much going on in your lives right now to create and form a whole new human right now, besides, Isaac needed a new home.

It killed you that Isaac had never had the love and support of a caring mother, or the strong, comfortable love of a father. Those were the sorts of things that not very many kids got, but you wanted to give him now.

Derek had already begun renovating the house to accommodate for the child you were taking in, and it was going well. He'd turned the far guest bedroom into a really cool space for Isaac to call his own and even started working on a balcony.

That was his own special design.

Isaac had never been keen on tight spaces and had a tendency to get claustrophobic so Derek wanted to open up the room as much as possible.

By the time he was done, it was impossible to imagine that this building had once been the sight of the Hale House fire.

Everything about it was changed and for once, since you'd moved in, it felt like a complete home. The only thing you were missing was that full nest sort of feeling you'd always craved.

You thought one teenager would be enough but you weren't completely happy until the entire pack was swarming around the kitchen. Stiles had his arm elbow deep in a bag of tortilla chips, Mason was asking around about chocolate chip cookies, and you could have sworn that Malia was chasing Scott around with the Wii remote.

It was absolute chaos and you'd never been happier.

Derek however, could have used the peace and quiet. It wasn't his fault, Derek's idea of a nice evening was the two of you just sitting and talking over dinner. That was nice enough but it wasn't what you needed.

You were in prime nesting mode and there was nothing that could be done to stop that. Whatever it was that had caused this shift in you, having Isaac in the house wasn't exactly helping.

It was like you were in full mama mode.

And in all honesty, Derek was enjoying it. This was a side of you that Derek Hale had never had the privilege of enjoying.

~

"Isaac Lahey-Hale, get down here my love" You call, only half kidding as you walked through the door.

By the time the door closed, Isaac was already standing beside you, eager to take the grocery bags from your arms. You wouldn't believe how much food it takes to run a household of werewolves.

"How was your day?" You asked, for a brief moment being somehow managing to be the most domestic mother in the world. It was moments like these that made you forget that you were living a supernatural life.

Isaac shrugged at first, heading toward the kitchen with the groceries, looking behind him to make sure you were following first...you were.

It was so comforting to him that he could have his back turned to you without having to worry about something dangerous flying at his head.

It made such a big difference to be in a functional household, with loving parents over his childhood.

Isaac owed all of his comfort and security to you and Derek, not only in your pack, but in your house. He loved how his life had changed, it was so significant for him.

"It was alright, I have a biology paper due in three days and I haven't started it yet" he allowed, starting to unpack the bags by the time you entered the kitchen.

The bags crinkled beneath your fingers as you pulled the bag of apples from the plastic, those were for Lydia. Isaac had the packages of raw chicken, which you suspected he'd subconsciously picked out.

The sound of your new son in need, even so slightly, lit a fire under your ass. You wanted so badly to help him in every way, shape and form on the planet earth.

"Do you need help? I did pretty well in biology when I was in school" You asked, trying so hard to do the best job you could at this whole mom thing.

You knew that it was going to be difficult to be a mom in general, but raising a teenage werewolf as your first child was a little bit of a different commitment.

The boy smiled, he didn't know if you could actually help him study or not but he was guaranteed to agree.

Isaac wanted this to work out just as much as you did, and was willing to do whatever it would take to bond with you. The whole situation was weird for both of you, but luckily, you had the pack bond on your side to help you relax about it.

It didn't matter how much time you two spent together, everything was so new in a family dynamic. "That sounds great Y/N-um, mom?" he tried, stopping himself mid-way through your name. It was abundantly clear at this moment just how NEW everything really was.

No matter how strange it may have been for you to hear someone call you mom, there was something about it that you enjoyed. There was just something about it that was music to your ears.

And it was so endearing to hear it from Isaac for the first time. It was so much more meaningful for the two of you to be together in this way. It had been so long since he'd been able to call someone mom, and he wanted nothing more.

It was almost as if he didn't realize how much he'd missed it until just now, and he was embarrassed. "I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to" he apologized, his cheeks burning with his nerves.

You had to admit that you were shocked at his words, but it wasn't a bad thing. The idea that Isaac felt the need to apologize for that was nearly enough to break your heart.

Nearly.

"No sweetie, you don't have to say sorry...you can call me whatever you're comfortable with" You assured, wrapping your arms around the boy's shoulders. You felt him tense lightly but you knew it was just a reflex, hopefully one that you could correct over time.

That was what really shattered your heart. The idea that someone could ever hurt such a sweet, incredibly talented boy was inhuman. Of all the kids, you were glad Isaac was the one you'd chosen to bring into your home, mostly because he was the most in need of the love.

"Thank you, that means a lot to me. I really do owe you and Derek for everything" he whispered, his voice just close enough to your ear so you could hear him without too much struggle.

You knew that this whole thing was going to be a work in progress but as far as you were concerned, it was more than worth it. "You're welcome Isaac, you're our family now" you assured, letting him go to do his own thing for a while.

~

As soon as Isaac was out of the kitchen, you hurried to the bedroom you shared with Derek, tears welling up in your eyes.

The man nearly jumped out of his skin the moment you showed up, the bedroom door closing behind you. That would have amused you if you hadn't been so preoccupied because Derek could be so hard to spook.

"What happened? Are you alright?" He checked, tossing his book to the side in favor of inspecting ever inch of you as if you were bleeding from a terminal wound...he was such a drama queen.

But so were you.

"You will never guess what happened downstairs" you gasped, flopping down on your bed with such force that the mattress shifted. Derek, though, didn't seem to mind.

He was so used to how you excitable you could be, and he found it adorable. It had been a while since he'd seen it so now he was having an amazing time, just waiting for you to tell him what had you that way.

"What happened hon?" he asked, sitting up straight against the headboard to get a better look at you. You were practically vibrating with excitement to tell him your news.

You could hardly breathe.

"Isaac called me mom" you cooed, about to explode from all the feelings you were dealing with. Derek wasn't shocked...

You were more family wrapped up in one person than he's ever had.

[cassiefanfic]

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Working Out with Steve [25 May 2017]

Supernatural

New Years Eve with the Winchesters [31 December 2016]

Dating Crowley [07 January 2017] (Posted this at like midnight)

Having A Child with Dean Winchester [27 January 2017]

Teen Wolf

If Isaac Stayed and Decided to Date Malia [13 January 2017]

Lydia Being Your Maid of Honor [13 January 2017]

Scott McCall taking care of you while you’re sick [23 January 2017]

Being Malia’s Best Friend and Being A Werewolf [21 October 2017]