LAHEY, Isaac @ikelahey2-blog - Tumblr Blog

Perhaps I should unarchive the original and stick to things there because trying to get this new blog sorted is giving me a headdache. Stupid yahoo login thing.

#[ ooc; ]

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Send me "Moan" and I'll generate a number!

One: My muse will kiss yours on the lips Two: My muse will get down on their knees for your muse Three: Your muse owns mine for two days Four: My muse submits for yours Five: My muse dominates yours Six: My muse gives yours a striptease Seven: My muse trails kisses down your muses chest Eight: Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night Nine: Our muses do the deed Ten: Our muses hug one another Eleven: My muse nibbles yours Twelve: Your muse goes down on mine Thirteen: Your muse gets a lap dance from mine Fourteen: My muse ties up your muse Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing Sixteen: Your muse removes one article of my muse’s clothing Seventeen: My muse slips their hand into your muse’s pants Eighteen: My muse buys yours a shot Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed Twenty:My muse will tease yours (take that however you will) Twenty-One: Your muse blindfolds mine Twenty-Two: Our muses have sex in an unconventional place Twenty-Three: My muse blindfolds yours Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.) Twenty-Five: Wild card! I get to pick any of the above

#[ meme; ]#[ queued; ]

dereks-henley

ikelahey2-blog

In which Isaac thinks quick, and uses an XXL nylon tarp car cover to wrap Stiles, and then braces himself on top to protect him from the swaying electrical wires that have been cut by the wind, in turn getting one nasty electrical shock. Kind of sucks that Stiles lashed out at Isaac minutes prior, suggesting they’d all be better off without him.

#[ stisaac; ]#[ wishlist; ]

tessa1x1-blog

I want a ship where our characters absolutely hate each other - they’re constantly bickering, glaring at each other in the halls, talking shit about each other. But what they don’t know is that they’ve both been talking to each other online for months now. They met online and talk every day, without realizing who the other person is.

#[ wishlist; ]

sharmandars

nervesarewrackedarchive-deactiv

#omfg#it looks like isaac has just hatched or something#and derek is so fucking confused by it#’da fuq is this thing’#’am i its parent now?’#’…. i guess it’s kinda cute’ (via cuallta)

ikelahey

[ wishlist; ] i just need this siren isaac crustacean turned human isaac trapped in the sea because of a spell turned back human isaac fictional character turned human isaac whoa is this what land feels like? isaac

#[ wishlist; ]

queerkira

STISAAC WEEK: day one

Isaac leaves for France. It’s hard to find the words to say goodbye, so they don’t.

#[ nsfw; ]#[ stisaac; ]#[ wishlist; ]

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SEND IN A ❣ FOR A RANDOM KISS | @diedforthem#7 — a hug + kiss combo

The French countryside sprawls as far as the eye can see. A gentle breeze flits through the open windows, stirring the linen curtains and filling the room with the scent of blossoming lavender. Isaac closes his eyes and breathes it all in, allowing for the serenity it inspires to wash over him. It’s mid-morning and the world is theirs for the taking, but they’re in no rush to seize the opportunities it has to offer.

Sometimes contentment lures his doubts out from the dank little corners of his mind, and he worries that he’s not really here——that none of this is real. When Allison relaxes against his chest, he shifts his arms to better accommodate her frame, tightening his embrace. The warmth of her bare back bleeds through the thin fabric of his shirt, her weight a comfortable reminder that none of this is imagined. The wedding—and the night that followed it—happened.

Tilting his head forward, he softly presses his lips to the crook of her neck. It’s understated but accounts for the depth of his love for her, and he doesn’t linger to bastardise it into something else. After all, yesterday was filled with all manner of kisses: at the altar, for the pictures, at the reception, and the all-too-familiar drunken slobbering mess that constituted much of their college years and the better part of last night.

Rolling his shoulders back, Isaac nuzzles the messy bun atop her head and opens his eyes to admire the provencal landscape. His fingers slip between hers, the ring on his finger a feeling he’s yet to grow accustomed to, much like the bump beneath her summer dress. If it weren’t for the latter, they’d likely have never settled, and what a shame would that have been.

#[ done; ]#[ allisaac; ]#[ no verse; ]#diedforthem