ISAAC LAHEY.

Give a moment or two to the angry young man. With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand. He's been stabbed in the back, he's been misunderstood. It's a comfort to know his intentions are good. He sits in a room with a lock on the door, with his maps and his medals laid out of the floor. And he likes to be known as the angry young man.

[il-scarvves]

hi! i totally disappeared and tbh the reason was that i’d just completely lost muse for isaac & liodes and didn’t know how to say that. (my anxiety has been kinda bad lately, ugh.) anyways, i saw the post on the main the other day and then was thinking of lillian in the shower today for some goddamn reason and i just. yeah. idk what i’m gonna do now but i do love everyone here & would like to follow this group where it goes.

[il-scarvves]

lydisms‌:

“I’ve thought about leaving a lot recently.” Lydia admitted. She hadn’t told anyone that before because she was afraid of being seen as some sort of coward for wanting to get away from Beacon Hills. But sometimes when she couldn’t sleep at night, the thought definitely crossed her mind. “And then I feel so damn guilty for even thinking that. I mean, is that not the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard? To actually feel guilty for wanting to get the hell out of this town?” She shook her head in disbelief at her own mind. Lydia wouldn’t run. At the end of the day, she’d stay until she died in Beacon Hills. But the dream of moving somewhere safer with Stiles definitely helped ease her nightmares each night.

“It is and yet...” He sighed, shaking his head. “I get. I’d be gone if I didn’t feel obligated to this place. People I loved have died here because of all this shit. I don’t want any of my other friend’s die too. Not again, at least.” A wry smile curled at the corner of his lips. “And I guess, sometimes, I’m afraid it won’t end. I’ll go somewhere else and face problems there.” He kind of already had. “That’s it not Beacon Hills or the nemeton anymore. That it’s us. Which might be more ridiculous. Last I checked, we weren’t cursed.”

[il-scarvves]

lydisms‌:

Lydia knew better than to press the situation, despite how badly she wanted to. More than anything in the world, Lydia simply wanted to help and protect her friends. It killed her inside to know that Isaac was in trouble and there was nothing she could do about it. But ultimately she knew from experience that pushing would only drive Isaac away. “You’re right.” She nodded her head slowly. “I didn’t mean that people not dying wasn’t a miracle. I know it is. I just meant..” The banshee opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again, pressing a finger to her lips. She was debating whether or not to go into detail about what happened in the woods a few weeks ago. However, Lydia closed herself off and shook her head lightly. “I don’t know what I meant.” She settled on. “This town is making me lose my mind.”

“If that’s not the mood.” God. He had never agreed with anything more than that. “How anyone in this town is still sane, I don’t know. I don’t--” He paused, taking a deep breath, more somber as he continued. “I don’t even know why we still stick around. To help? Maybe people would finally get out if we stopped. Not that most haven’t already.” How many people that had graduated with Lydia were still in town? Even Isaac’s crew was smaller than it ever had been. People were here still, yes, but no one could be naive to what it meant to stay. He refused to believe that.

[il-scarvves]

fcyerichards‌:

“I wasn’t planning on stopping looking for them.” Faye replied back. Of course there was the fact that Faye didn’t have much else going on in her life and the distraction was more than welcome. She did love a good thrill, but above all else Faye was an extremely determined individual. She had a lot of fight in her and did not go down easily. Faye had been fighting these guys for years and she wouldn’t give up. “Do you have a car?” She asked after another moment. “So we could try and look in the surrounding areas? I could walk but a car might be easier.” She suggested. “I don’t think my brother has one.” Kole hadn’t mentioned having a vehicle. Faye could ask a few of the people she met who offered to help her but she also didn’t want anyone else involved. They didn’t seem like the “no questions asked” type. 

“Didn’t think you were.” His feelings were still conflicted. He didn’t want to keep looking -- and he’d put it off until Faye found him at their mercy. They needed to be dealt with. He needed to stop listening to the coward in his head. “Uh... No.” He shakes his head. He really needed to get a jump on that... three years ago or so. “But I could borrow one, maybe? I’ve got a lot of friends in town. I can ask one of them.” He knew how to drive. And he he did have a license. That had been taken care of at least. 

[il-scarvves]

rcsietyler‌:

“I’m the exact same way, the moment that I can sit back and relax for a moment, I’m just thinking about how strangely calm it is, that’s what this place does to you, nothing can be calm since there’s something usually bad or wrong going on.” She responds with a little pout on her lips, her eyebrows furrowing together. “I’m sorry, you don’t deserve that.” Rosie honestly states. “I swear, I don’t usually do things like that.” The blonde muses with another laugh as she brings her hand back down to grab a small toy penguin to let Melody play with as the toddler babbles with excitement. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Only a matter of time, is what I’ve got to think. Something’ll happen again. Today, or tomorrow, or three months. I don’t know. Just know it’ll happen. Can’t even call paranoia at this point.” Or maybe he could, but it just seemed like reality. Sooner or later. It was tempting to try and outrun but that hadn’t worked out for him so far. “No one does.” But all that could be done was not repeat the mistakes of the past. He strived to be everything his father wasn’t, it was how he coped with the past. “It’s alright.” He sat for a moment before asking, “Are you working?”

[il-scarvves]

i’ll be on tomorrow when i’m not dead exhausted from deep cleaning.

[il-scarvves]

fcyerichards‌:

Faye raised her eyebrows in surprise at Isaac’s words. She couldn’t remember the last time someone cared if she was alive. She was sure Kole cared now, of course, but for nine years he thought she was dead so that didn’t count much. “Nothing.” Faye finally replied back after a moment had passed, the surprised expression on her face turning into one of frustration. Faye was impatient and part of her had hoped to stumble upon the pack at the first place she went to, fight them, kill them, and problem solved. Didn’t seem like it would be that easy though. “Sorry.” She added, hoping Isaac wasn’t too disappointed with her. “I checked out three places. Spent the night at all of them just in case, but they were completely empty.”

Isaac nodded, a small frown on his lips. He hadn’t known what to expect -- hadn’t expected anything, really, good or bad -- but a wave of disappointment washed over him at her answer. He was glad, on one hand, because it meant she hadn’t been in danger, but on the other... They were both still in danger from people they couldn’t predict. “It’s alright. They might not even be staying in Beacon Hills -- plenty of places in the county I’m sure. I guess...” He trailed off, looking around. “I don’t know. We keep looking?”

[il-scarvves]

rcsietyler‌:

“Wow, if that ain’t a mood though.” She admits with a laugh and nod of her head. “I kind of enjoy being busy too though, keeps me distracted from my own mind.” Another laugh escapes, but she’s more serious with her tone. “Yeah, trust me, there are many things that I’ve heard as a child, that you should never call your own child so, I’m glad to hear that I’m doing alright.” Rosie muses as she runs a hand through Melody’s curls with a grin. “You do have like pieces of it on the top.” She points out, instinctively reaching over to dust off some of the small pieces. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, it’s not so bad I guess. Sometimes I just crave a little breathing room though and, even when I’ve got the time, it’s hard not feel like something’s wrong in this town.” The latest ‘mysteriously tragic incident’ had happened months ago. For once, relative peace existed in Beacon Hills. And somehow Isaac was more anxious about that than ever. “So have I,” he replied softly. Those were memories he didn’t particularly want to drag up. He lips twitched and a small, quiet laugh escaped him when she brushed the debris out of his hair. “No problem. Thanks.”

[il-scarvves]

lydisms‌:

Lydia nodded her head immediately after Isaac mentioned the pack from France. Of course she didn’t forget about them- they were a group threatening someone she cared deeply about. She’d be lying if she said they didn’t cross her mind a few times a day. “Yeah?” Lydia said quietly, eyes scanning over Isaac to make sure he was physically okay just out of pure instinct. “The offer still stands if you need my help with them at all. You know you could come to me.” She had said that numerous times and Lydia was sure it was clear at this point in their friendship that Isaac could ask Lydia for help with whatever. But it was habit for her to offer anyway. The banshee scoffed when Lydia mentioned none of his friends dying recently. Did it count that she was dead for a few minutes?

“Thanks,” he said with a shrug, “but I’ll be okay.” He didn’t sound as sure of that as he liked and hoped Lydia wouldn’t comment on it. He knew he could go to her -- could probably go to any of his friends if he liked -- but the fewer involved, the fewer that could get hurt. The last thing he wanted was another friend in the hospital or, worse, in a grave. He frowned at her scoff. “You got to take the small miracles in this town. People not dying is one of those in my book.”

[isaaclahy]

i still wonder if he has camden’s dog tags

[oscar-piastri]

#i’m a hoe for this outfit

[il-scarvves]

rcsietyler‌:

“I’m glad to hear that I’m not wrong, even if it can be the painful truth.” She muses with a shrug, looking over at the other side of the booth as she offers him a warm smile. “Yeah, thank you, and I mean, I wouldn’t technically ever be alone, I have Melody who is practically stuck to me like glue.” Rosie replies before scrunching her nose at the funny analogy. “I just called my daughter, glue..it’s been a weird day, how are things for you though?”

“If I could quit my job and focus my time on the things and people I wanted to... I would in a heartbeat. But ‘til then, just gotta stay busy.” At least he wasn’t working in the awful butcher shop anymore. Over a year since then and it still haunted him. “If that’s the worst thing you’ve called your daughter then I think you’re doing alright,” Isaac said with a small grin. “Fine, if a little exhausted and hungry. And I think I might have some drywall in my hair but I’m ignoring that.”

[il-scarvves]

fcyerichards‌:

Faye had been asleep in the cave that she had called a home for the last few weeks, when she heard someone calling her name. She immediately guessed it was her brother since no one else knew where Faye spent her time but then Faye caught a scent that wasn’t as familiar. She did recognize it after a moment, though. “Isaac?” Faye furrowed her eyebrows, almost forgetting that he was going to be trying to contact her eventually. Faye popped her head out of the cave and saw him headed in her direction. “Over here.” She waved him over. She had checked out some of the places he mentioned so Faye was happy to see him. “Everything alright?” Faye made sure to ask first, just in case he had news. 

He wasn’t sure what to say about the cave so Isaac didn’t say anything. Seemed the wisest. And honestly, he’d lived in worst places. At least the air out here wasn’t filled with dust like in the old train station. Dust and other things better left unmentioned. “Yeah,” he said with nod. “Better now that I know you’re still alive.” He had worried about her, what could he say? “Have you had time to check places out? Have you... Found anything?” He hesitated out of uncertainty. What did he want that answer to be? Did he want her to have found something? To force them into action? Or did he want to keep living with the constant urge to look over his shoulder?

[il-scarvves]

Isaac wasn’t sure what he was doing in the preserve. Well, he was, but at the same time his stomach refused to settle. This is where Faye had said to find her and he hadn’t heard from her in over a week so here he was. Alone. Wandering blindly. Hoping that Faye wasn’t dead or gone or just out and that he wasn’t about to walk into a trap. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be out by the time he smelled her. Or hoped, again -- he wasn’t sure it was the other werewolf but he didn’t recognize it as anyone else. “Faye?” he called out, trying to sound calm despite his nerves. It seemed to work.     / /      @fcyerichards

[il-scarvves]

rcsietyler‌:

Ever since leaving her job at the Diner, Rosie had enjoyed her time where she didn’t have to worry about going to the place every single day, but that also didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy it, despite the good and bad memories, she liked getting a milkshake here. It was over 100 degrees, and so Rosie took Melody over to the Diner, ordering their milkshakes as she offers a small smile to one of her fellow co-workers and goes to sit down at a booth, however a voice stops her from getting there as she turns towards Isaac. “Yeah, and you’re..Isaac, yeah? Life gets busy when you’re working and doing about a million other things at the same time.” The blonde muses with a soft laugh as she pulls Mels back up a little since she felt like she had been wiggling to go to a booth.

He nods. “Yeah, you’re not wrong about that.” There was a hint of wryness in his voice. He’d been working for a while now, ever since he got back from France -- choosing to work instead of go back to high school even when that was an option. He didn’t necessarily regret that but there were days it left him feeling exhausted and disconnected from his friends. But he had to eat so. And at least he’d found something he liked. Noticing the wiggling little girl he motioned to the other side of the booth. “Did you want to sit? Unless you wanted to eat alone.”

[jeonqkooks-main]

tv meme: [1/10] male characters → isaac lahey (teen wolf)

“I was locked up in a freezer for half my childhood, so being helpful is kind of a new thing for me.”

[il-scarvves]

lydisms‌:

Lydia liked to spend time with Isaac when things were crazy for her. He was someone who didn’t look at her with an immense amount of worry and a person she could be around and just kind of forget everything that was going on. Not to say Isaac didn’t care- Lydia knew he did, just as she cared for him. But he didn’t force her to talk, which she liked. “It’s okay.” Lydia said back, a reassuring smile flashing in Isaac’s direction. “Is everything alright?” She asked curiously, brushing over the question of what had she been up to recently. That would most likely take hours. 

“Yeah, it’s... Yeah.” There was a small smile on his lips but his expression and his tone made it clear that it wasn’t whole truth. Or really the truth at all. He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “You remember that pack that followed me from France?” Even saying those words out loud felt weird to him. A pack followed him from France for dubious reasons at beast like... a year ago. And they were still here. What was his life? “Had a run in with them recently. But it’s okay. Probably won’t see ‘em for a while.” Either a truth or a lie, depending on whether Faye found anything. They seemed to come and go. He didn’t know why or what they got up to but he honestly wasn’t sure they even lived in Beacon Hills anymore. “But uh, other than that I’m fine. No one I know has recently died and work’s okay.”