what i stand for

isaac lahey. 19. alpha. survivor. the last lahey.

[edwardrockbells]

[alphawithascarf-blog]

Top 20 Characters (as voted by my followers) → #20 (1/2): Isaac Lahey

"You came to help." "I came to win."

[alphawithascarf-blog]

I heard you had stuff... Are you gonna let me in or what?

Yeah,sure. Surprised you beat Scott here.  

[ho-stiles]

Stiles was letting go of a lost of smoke, and he was mostly sure that someone had dropped the pipe somewhere. He couldn’t regret it.

Yanking Isaac closer was all instinct. His hand wrapped around the back of the taller wolf’s throat, fingers teasing soft curls as he urged him nearer. He licked his way into Isaac’s mouth with sloppy enthusiasm and shocked excitement. Holy shit, he was kissing. Holy shit, he was kissing! Why did people ever stop?

There was laughter on his lips, but Isaac’s tongue was stealing it away. Stiles couldn’t care. This wasn’t what he’d expected. He’d wanted relief after Lydia and enough wolfsbane to make his head spin, but Isaac tasted good. When Stiles pushed him down, spreading long limbs down on his couch, his eyes flashed blue.

[alphawithascarf-blog]

Were he a little less in a moment, Isaac might of bothered trying to figure out how either one of them had gotten here.  This whole thing had never been intended to lead to desire or urge, he had never planned on him kissing anyone let alone Stiles when his initial plans had been hashed out between him and Scott, but now there wasn't even gratitude or contemplation on how the lack of attendance of others had seemingly allowed this to unfold. Isaac didn't care about thanking, blaming, or even considering the outcome because in this moment and here alone there was just a sinfully hot and delicious mouth that he was spearing with his own tongue, writhing and desperately slithering into every velvet fold when he wasn't being challenged by the eager tongue that was so thirsty for his the alpha's own mouth.

Isaac's hands were busied as the caress of a cheek turned into carding in brown locks with rough tugs at hair to pull Stiles even closer, a soft rumble building up in the alphas chest as he growled happily into their liplock, his only free hands burying into the omega's shirt when he let himself be shoved down, in turn allowing him to pull Stiles with him as fiery red flickered in clear sight of the omega's once glowing azure orbs that were now a darkened caramel. 

High or sober, Isaac wasn't sure why anyone would stop kissing a mouth as sweet and warm as the one his tongue battled to reach depths, while his hands had no fighting chance  from keeping themselves away, the feel of bunched fabric being replaced by smooth heat and flesh once his hand happily found its way beneath clothing and scraping fingernails against the length of Stiles' torso.

[redeyedmccall]

Poor Decisions (Scisaac)

[redeyedmccall]

Scott nodded seriously, a little disoriented by how the world seemed to nod with him. “It’s not cool. Omegas are people too, you’ve got to respect that, Isaac. It’s not just about betas and alphas, you’ve got to care about everybody!” He flung his hands out widely. “Juss because you’re an alpha doesn’t mean you get to be a dick to a guy’s best bro. And…yeah! Seriously! Why can’t we just do shit like that instead of like, knocking up my ex-ish sort of maybe girlfriend. Gonna be really pissed off about that one.” He pulled a face, nuzzling into Isaac’s neck to make himself feel better. “I dunno ‘bout you, but that makes me sad.”

He patted the side of Isaac’s face, tracing his fingers down the skin gently. “You’re not a bad guy. You and Derek, you’re not what I expected. I thought I was the only one who thought like this. Jesus alpha? Hahahaha, more like Jesús alpha, am I right? ‘Cuz I’m Mexican?” He laughed, putting his hand across Isaac’s face and pushing. “I’m not anything special, just freak genes, dude. It scares people, threatens the whole ‘system.’ You’re the one with the cute smile and the curls, you’ll be fightin’ them off. You’re way more than where you come from, remember that.”

[alphawithascarf-blog]

Isaac almost snorts, "Yeah, but... people easily confuse it with the whole you can be the dick in somebody's best bro coz you're an alpha.  They like to blur the lines."  The curly haired werewolf rambled in amusement, "Guess all we can blame is nature, yeah?  If not for all the weird ways we may or may not have kids, everyone wouldn't have to make who breeds with who part of our life milestones."  The wolf managed to snag another drinks as a waiter wandered past, his words slurring a little more, "I'm sure it is sad."  The alpha mumbled, nuzzling gently into Scott's hair to help comfort him in his sudden lowered mood.

There was an odd mix of comfort and discomfort that came with hands at his face, the discomfort only being the confusion and oddity of anyone being that affectionate, but his shock dissolved away under the blissfully ignorant of haze of liquor. "No way, dude.   Jeebus alpha.  Be original."  The alpha's faces wrinkles and he grunts when Scott's suddenly pushing against it, causing Isaac to uncomfortably shift away from the touch before shaking his head out.  "You'z contradicting yourself." He elbows Scott in mild payback, "Special is being a freak...  stop looking at freak as a bad thing, jerkface," Each words is slow and articulate, but Isaac probably won't remember they were ever said come morning thanks to the effort it'd taken to form them, "Pfft.  How can a Jeebus wolf have such bad eyesight, but eh... you just don't know where i come from."

[dmmunroe]

This is not okay.

[alphawithascarf-blog]

If I had a nickel for every time someone said that today.

[omega-jackson-whittemore-blog]

Jackson smirked, folding his arms as he looked over at Isaac. He soon frowned again (really, he was going to regret this when he got wrinkles) whilst he narrowed his eyes and approached Isaac like a predator in search of his prey.

"I didn't know you lived here Lahey,  If you had told me that we were neighbors then maybe I would have been nicer to you and not such an ass. I mean, how long have you even lived here?!" Jackson yelled as soon as he noticed that Isaac didn't hold any boxes or bags on his person, or struggle with the lock - key signs of moving in.

"You...you aren't just moving in right?" Jackson gaped.

[alphawithascarf-blog]

Isaac eventually made eye contact, trying to resist rolling his eyes and gaping at the question that came his way from Jackson.  "You're serious?"  Isaac asked, eyebrow arching, "You've been muttering 'freak' at me since grade school whenever we were outside at the same time."   The alpha remarked, trying to ignore inviting anymore memories beyond the standard Whittemore douchebaggery  him and anyone else was used to.

"...moving in? I never left... It's just my estate now instead of my parent's."  A sensation of heat crawled beneath his skin, Isaac worked hard not to let things get to him, but in this case the concept of being so easily dismissed didn't not resonate well with his urges to stand out, be known-- more so because his alpha nature considered this his territory, to be unknown almost felt insulting.

[alphawithascarf-blog]

I heard you had stuff... Are you gonna let me in or what?

Yeah,sure. Surprised you beat Scott here.  

[ho-stiles]

Stiles preened at the wall. The wall was very impressed. His throat was the good sort of scratchy, and he’d lost feeling in his lips. Everything was all sorts of awesome. His leg was really warm, too, and Stiles wasn’t entirely sure why. That didn’t stop him from savoring it, pressing closer to its source.

Isaac smelled good, a sharp musk that underlined disarming smoke. Stiles realized then that he spent too much time thinking about what other people tasted like. “Your butt is a FACE.”

He petted Isaac’s face for good measure. He needed to make sure the blond didn’t get confused about whose face was what butt. It was a nice face, a little - okay, pretty damn pale, but a nice face if Stiles was being objective. Leaning against the taller wolf just seemed so much more comfortable than trying to sit upright. 

[alphawithascarf-blog]

The warmth and haze from the wolfsbane, weed, and Stiles presence had Isaac less than aware of how few inhibitions he was going on.  "Nuh,  your face is the butt." Shifting slightly, Isaac snagged his pipe and finagled with it enough to light it, breathing in a long hit before settling the glass utensil back down on the near table while one hands settled against Stiles' leg and the other mimicked Stiles' that was on his face, cupping the omega's pale, mole-flecked cheek as he leaned in close and began blowing smoke against Stiles lips.

At first he almost laughed when the thought occured to him, so warm and comfortable that their banter was still relaxing, his body urging him to lean in a little more, his mind explaining it away as an addition to the talk of faces and butts that would of been hilarious to just quickly peck the lips that were so close to his own and claim he wouldn't mind kissing ass more often now.  However, the sweet scent of smoke and what might of been curly fries along with Stiles own scent calling to him and instead he pushed closer and let the last gush of smoke fill Stiles mouth as he sealed over Stiles' lips, but the concept of humor was completely forgotten as he felt his lips connect.

[alphawithascarf-blog]

I heard you had stuff... Are you gonna let me in or what?

Yeah,sure. Surprised you beat Scott here.  

[ho-stiles]

"Your face is an elbow!" Stiles insisted, blowing cold air at the smoke as if trying to slice it in half. It mostly worked. He wasn’t sure. His eyes had fallen shut, and they were too heavy to reopen. "Stupid elbow… Wasting g’d smoke…"

He stabbed his chin with the pipe, but he inhaled like a champ. Stiles would never be too high to make sure his source didn’t tip over. No you loser, he wanted to say. Let me show you how.

Making sure the pipe was balanced carefully on the table before them, he reached out and grabbed a handful of labradoodle fur. His other hand cupped Isaac’s cheek, forcing the Alpha to remain still. Their foreheads bumped together, noses brushing ever so slightly, but when Stiles blew out, smoke danced over Isaac’s lips.

Scott knew how to shotgun probably. Stiles would be the best teacher ever otherwise. Isaac would have to catch up.

[alphawithascarf-blog]

Isaac quickly retorted with a snicker, "Your face is a... butt."  Not even entirely sure what he was trying to say, but all he did know was that he was having fun.  While it wasn't something Stiles was saying either, the closed eyes and generally relaxed expression on the omega's face had him fairly confident Stiles was doing at least pretty good now too.  A small chuckle blurted past the alpha's lips, reaching his hand when he watched Stiles slightly misalign the pipe as if he'd be able to help, but the brunette still beat him to it anyway.

It was when a hand buried into tawny locks, pipe set aside, and their faces brushing that Isaac vaguely remembered what Stiles was trying to do-- but the lazy way their skin brushed and he could smell something sweet besides the weed on Stiles breath, he leaned slightly out of incoherence and allowed their lips to brush, and for a split second almost let himself close over them completely, before he puckered them and sucked in the smoke, the hand that had draped across Stiles lap gripping at his thigh as some sort of comforting brace and connection before he let go, grabbing for a pipe so he could take his own turn.

[malia--tate--hale]

You just need to be confident. It goes a long way. 

[alphawithascarf-blog]

I was trying to earn a laugh, but fair enough.

[malia--tate--hale]

This entire thing is stupid

[alphawithascarf-blog]

Ah.  I definitely agree with that, though I'll probably have a different opinion when I manage to be the alpha that winds up 30 and single or some B.S.

[malia--tate--hale]

Smart boy. 

[alphawithascarf-blog]

What's that suppose to mean?

[malia--tate--hale]

Did you find an omega yet? 

[alphawithascarf-blog]

Uh, no. Haven't really been trying very hard though.

[malia--tate--hale]

I want to leave to be honest but we’re stuck here.

[alphawithascarf-blog]

Sorry.  Definitely isn't my choice.

[malia--tate--hale]

Sadly it does not but I am ordering a pizza I don’t care.

[alphawithascarf-blog]

Well, that's one way to solve the problem.

[alphawithascarf-blog]

It would be easier to avoid doing anything at this whole ordeal if there was a snack bar... 

[alphawithascarf-blog]

I heard you had stuff... Are you gonna let me in or what?

Yeah,sure. Surprised you beat Scott here.  

[ho-stiles]

"Smack you in the face, I shall," Stiles snapped, but he couldn’t keep himself from laughing, openly delighted and not at all embarrassed. He finished off the pot, before digging in another and generously offering it to its owner. He only took one puff. Mostly. He gave it all back to Isaac anyway, tugging the blond’s shoulder so he faced him better, and he could blow the smoke against his lips. 

Stiles wheezed through a cackle before realization hit.

"Dude, jellybeans don’t have eyes." He remarked sagely, his brows furrowing in concentration. "Not like potatoes, that shit is nuts. Your elbows are stupid.”

They were getting in the way of everything. Stiles elbowed Isaac back, growling in frustration when it wouldn’t stay back. It was like Isaac was working against him or something. He made sure the pipe was firmly between Isaac’s lips before he started shoving at Isaac’s arm in earnest. In the end, it settled across Stiles’ lap, and Stiles settled, draped across the taller teen’s shoulders.

[alphawithascarf-blog]

The returned Yoda impression only made Isaac snort, unsure whether there was more satisfaction from the irritation or the the laughter he'd earned from Stiles.  His hand snagging the pipe as it was offered and he starting pulling in the smoke from the still lit bowl, but he held his breath and dropped the pipe there was suddenly Stiles again tugging him and rigs of smoke brushing up against his lips and face.  Why that earned an odd sensation out of him, his skin tingling and prickling with a slight warmth his dull blue eyes were lost on the smoke and the lips that blew them until he shook his head and found himself back on planet earth when his couch-mate cackled.

"Nah, potatoes ain't go shit on the hills man.  Those hills with eyes are just fucked up.  Huh... no they--your elbows are stupid."  He laughed, responding back dumbly as he elbowed Stiles in return and they seemed to be having some odd clash that only amused the alpha while he brought the pipe back to his lips for another hit, only to find Stiles pushing at his arm again which left a hazed Isaac relenting and comfortably stretching across Stiles lap as he exhaled toward Stiles face, grinning as he handed the pipe back to Stiles, "Elbowcist."

[redeyedmccall]

Poor Decisions (Scisaac)

[redeyedmccall]

"What didn’t she do to Stiles! Just ignored him for like ever and then was gonna do the baby thing and then wasn’t gonna do the baby thing and broke his heart. She’s a…she’s…well, it wasn’t very nice.” Even drunk, Scott had a hard time being cruel, especially when he knew somewhere in the back of his alcohol soaked brain that Lydia felt so badly about how things had landed. “Alphas are weird, bro. Supes weird. I dunno if I like being one, I’m not so good on the legacy thing. I just want to go to school and have fun and stuff, right? That doesn’t seem so bad. You should totally do it too, you could use a little more fun. You’re sad and it makes me sad sometimes.”

Scott looked up at Isaac, sudden stricken. “Are you sad? Don’t be sad!” The boy practically climbed on top of the blond, clumsily petting his face and shushing him. “You shouldn’t be sad. Be an alpha. You’re right, we can do whatever. No sads, dude.” He cupped Isaac’s face and forced him to smile. “You look much better when you can smile. Allison always says that someone is falling in love with your smile or something, so you should do it more. The omegas will be all over you, I promise.”

[alphawithascarf-blog]

Isaac's eyes widened at the increase of tone that was a little surprising from what he did know of Scott.   That and what he seemed to be describing wasn't doing the inebriated alpha any favors in believing 'love' or even happiness was harder to come by at all with this mating stuff.  "That's rough, dude... toying with someone's heart, not cool."  He mumbles, finishing off a glass he snags from the table, "Yeah.. I know what you mean.  I had hoped for awhile I'd ended up anything but it for awhile... but that's all a complicatesh. Video games and school, much better than alphadom."  The tawny haired teen snickers before offering a shrug, "Do what? I have fun, don't worry about me.  'm not that sad."

A surprised sound escaped the taller alpha as Scott scrambled slightly on him, trying to stop chuckling as the other wolf forced his hands on his face to create a smile.  "Right, no sad."  He lies reflexively, it's all just part of his normal attitude, part of unresolved things that had ate away at him for so long, the best he could do was pretend he coped well, his frustrations and unstable tendencies only tending to come out when someone triggered his anger. "I doubt that, dude.  You're like the Jesus alpha, I'm just some kid from a family with more blood on their hands-- pretty sure all the omegas are going your way." He teased, laughing to support the joke.

[anditsdraining]

Isaac Lahey + shirtless