MAHEALAHEY EXHAUSTED PARENTS KISS PLEASE PMEASE PLEASE
“She asleep?”
Isaac groans and flops face down onto the covers, not even bothering to take off his jeans. “Mhm, finally.”
“I could’ve-”
“I know, Danny, but she’s my kid, you don’t have to-”
“Isaac, you know I love her and I love you, and I practically live here anyways, you deserve-”
“I don’t deserve any of this,” grumbles Isaac into the pillow.
“What?”
Isaac sighs and rolls onto his side. “I don’t deserve any of this. You, Clara, you’re the best things that have ever happened to me. I don’t know what I ever did to get such great-”
“Isaac,” says Danny firmly, cutting him off, leaning forward and pressing their lips together softly. “You deserve everything.”
Isaac woke to the watery, pale sunlight of early March shining through the bedroom window, feeling warm and comfortable and better rested than he had in years. He smiled, rolling over to face Danny, but where he’d been the night before was only empty sheets, barely even warm.
Isaac sat up, rubbing at his eyes groggily, looking around the room, a sinking feeling in his chest. They’d slept together before, but they’d never really slept together and he’d kind of been expecting Danny to still be there when he woke up. He sighed, getting ready to get dressed and slip out since clearly he wasn’t wanted there when he heard Danny’s voice from the doorway. “Oh good, you’re up,” he said, and when Isaac looked up, Danny was smiling at him, dressed in a jacket and scarf, cheeks flushed from the outside air, a paper bag and two coffee cups clutched in his hand. “I got us breakfast.”
“I thought you’d left,” said Isaac before he could stop himself.
Danny smiled at him softly, but there wasn’t the hint of pity that Isaac had been expecting, the oh poor Isaac and his fucking abandonment issues that he’d gotten so used to seeing in the past few years. All he saw was adoration, and it made his stomach twist in the best possible way.
Danny crossed the room quickly, setting down the coffee and pastries on the beside table and leaning down to kiss Isaac’s forehead softly.
ok so t-u-a-i and I were talking about a mahealahey drunk texting au like
Danny gets really drunk and texts Isaac “you’re an asshole but you’re so prettyyyyy” and the next day he wants to die and Isaac is so smug and secretly flattered
and of course Isaac makes fun of him for it every chance he gets but that totally turns into flirting and then before Isaac realizes it he has a full fledged crush on Danny. So of course Erica convinces him to drown his sorrows and he gets hella drunk and texts Danny this and the horrified look on Isaac’s face the next day when Danny sees him and grins makes putting up with the months of teasing completely worth it
Summary: It's wrapped in pink tissue paper, and his fingers shake as he carefully peels the paper back, until the object falls into his lap. He picks it up like it's something precious, delicate, running one finger down the metal boning holding it together. It's black and just a little shiny, soft satin with white lacing, and it's undeniably the second most beautiful thing he's ever seen, right after the look on Danny's face every time Isaac kisses him.
30 day drabble challenge with allisaacs and hhawkguy
Day 4 got out of control but I’ll post it eventually I promise. Also I think today might be day 6 but idk whatever
Pairing: Danny/Isaac
Summary: Danny and Isaac smoke weed and listen to Hozier
Dedicated to t-u-a-i and based off this post
Warning: recreational drug use
"God," groans Danny, letting his head flop back against Isaac’s soft white carpet - and has the carpet always been this soft? It feels like Danny is resting on a cloud. "What a good song."
Isaac says nothing, and when Danny looks up, his eyes are closed, his head moving in time to the music. Danny doesn’t know how long he lays there staring, but it has to be a while, because when Isaac finally opens his eyes again, Someone New is playing, and Danny feels like he’s melting into the floor beneath him.
"Where did everyone else go?"
Danny laughs, and it sounds strange to him, in the almost dark room filled only with the sound of acoustic guitar and the smell of smoke. “They left like, half an hour ago.”
"Oh yeah," says Isaac, smiling to himself. It’s not a very wide smile, but it’s the most unguarded Danny’s ever seen him, and it makes him want to take up painting. Instead, he reaches for the Polaroid camera he’s started carrying around with him and snaps a picture.
"Hey," protests Isaac weakly, but the smile doesn’t leave his face. The opening chords of To Be Alone begin to fill the room, and Isaac leans forward, rifling through the mess on his coffee table until he unearths one of the joints that Stiles had been so meticulously rolling earlier. "You wanna?" he asks, holding it up to Danny.
"What harm can one more do, right?" said Danny, grinning and rolling over onto his stomach to take the joint and lighter that Isaac offers him, lighting it carefully and taking a long, slow drag before handing it back. They spend a few minutes like that, in a haze of smoke and Hozier, passing the joint back and forth between shaking hands, fingers lingering just a beat too long when they brush.
Danny’s taking his fourth drag (or is it his fifth? He’s lost count.) when Isaac gets to his feet.
"I love this song," he says, as if he’s trying to explain himself, and then he’s dancing, or at least doing something that could pass for it, all slowly rolling hips and hands in his hair, and suddenly, Danny loves the song too. Isaac is beautiful in the dim light streaming in through the gaps in the blinds, his hair messy and eyes closed, and it takes Danny a moment to realize that he doesn’t actually know when Isaac took his shirt off, but it’s definitely gone, and there’s a bar through one of Isaac’s nipples shining dully, and Danny wants to know what it feels like. He’s afraid to touch Isaac though, afraid it will break the spell, and as Sedated fades out, and Work Song begins, he reaches for his camera instead, snapping picture after picture, not caring about how much film he’s using, thinking only about capturing this perfect moment.
"Joint," says Isaac, holding out one hand, and it takes Danny a few seconds to realize what he’s saying, and another few to manage to get up the strength to get to his feet to hand it to Isaac.
"There’s not much left," says Isaac, staring at it as if it’s something very precious.
"There’s more," says Danny, gesturing vaguely at the table behind him, but Isaac ignores him, turning his gaze from the joint in his fingers to Danny, studying him curiously as he brings it to his lips.
He gestures for Danny to come closer, and Danny does, his head light but his feet suddenly very heavy. There’s a hand on his cheek before he can even process that it’s happening, and Isaac’s eyes are locked on his as he takes a step forwards as well, the joint still pressed to his lips. He pulls it away quickly though, and Danny barely has time to notice just how beautiful Isaac’s eyes are before he’s brushing their lips together gently, breathing smoke into Danny’s mouth.
Danny moves completely on instinct, breathing in slowly, keeping his and Isaac’s lips pressed together for as long as he can before he has to pull away and breathe out, his chest warm and lips tingling.
"Huh," says Isaac quietly, pressing his fingers to his lips, looking at Danny like he’s a puzzle that Isaac very much wants to solve. They’ve never done this before - hell, they’ve barely even spent time together without others present, but for some reason, in that one moment, a silent understanding passes between them. This may not be something they ever do again, it may not even be a good idea, but it’s what they both need.
Danny moves again then, through the haze of smoke surrounding them, to kiss Isaac properly, hand at the nape of his neck, pressing their lips together fiercely. He only has a few seconds to consider the irony of making out to Like Real People Do before all his thoughts are washed from his mind by the taste of Isaac’s tongue.
30 day drabble challenge with allisaacs and hhawkguy
Pairing: Danny/Isaac
Word count: 192
Summary: Isaac should be protecting Danny. He shouldn't be sleeping with him.
Warnings: it's not as sexy as it sounds
Just get in the damn bed, Lahey," groans Danny into his pillow when Isaac shifts for the third time in ten minutes, the squeaks of the lumpy old armchair he's sitting in echoing in the otherwise silent room.
"Derek-"
"Said he'd call if he heard anything new."
"But I'm-"
"Supposed to be protecting me, I know. But if you don't get any sleep you're not going to be protecting anyone."
"Werewolves need less sleep," Isaac says weakly, but even without being able to see him in the dark room, Danny can tell how exhausted he is.
"Isaac Lahey, I swear to god, if that chair squeaks one more time I'm going to kill you myself, and then there won't be anyone to protect me."
The room is silent for a moment, but finally, Isaac gets to his feet and crosses the room, sliding into Danny's bed beside him. He lays there stiffly for a moment, not really sure what to do, until Danny rolls over, slinging one arm over Isaac's stomach. "God, relax," says Danny, pressing a lazy kiss to the spot just under Isaac's ear, and finally, Isaac allows himself to.
