#future!isaac

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[ So, it's my bby anotherargent's birthday today, and since I am complete shit with graphics, I did this. I hope you like it bby! Love you so so much :3 and happy birthday! :D ]

Isaac took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror, his hands shaking almost imperceptibly as they rose to fix the tied of his suit. He was so tense that he jumped when someone knocked on the door, but before he could tell them to come in, it opened and Scott slipped inside, a wide grin on his face. 

"Dude, it's time, are you ready?" Scott asked with an enthusiasm that Isaac might have found endearing in any other moment. But as tense as he was, he could only manage a glare in his direction. "What?"

"Scott, I--" he took a deep breath, shaking his head.

"Not cold feet, tell me it's not cold feet, Isaac," Scott cut him off, his expression one of complete and utter panic. 

"No, I just--"

"I get it, it's a big thing, it's a huge thing, something that will stay with you for the rest of your life--"

"You're not helping, Scott," Isaac interrupted him, exasperated.

"Right, sorry, sorry."

Isaac took a deep breath, then held his arm up, showing Scott what the problem was. "I just ripped my jacket, idiot, I'm not about to bail on Meg," he finally said.

Scott laughed, clearly relieved, but he stopped when Isaac glared again. "Right. Jacket. Ripped. Serious business," he said, clearing his throat. "Here, let's swap it, I'll give you mine." 

"Your jacket is white, my suit is black. I'm going to my wedding, not a chess match, Scott," Isaac replied, almost unbelieving. 

"Right! Hold on!" Scott held up his hand, then thought for a few seconds, then looked up, as if he'd had the most brilliant idea of his entire life. "Moooooom!"

Right then, when Melissa appeared on the doorstep, Isaac wanted to hug her. She already had needle and thread in her hands, clearly aware of the conversation - alright, loud conversation - that had been going on in Scott's room. 

"Give me here," Melissa said, sitting on Scott's bed. Isaac did the same, and handed her the jacket, then leaned over to place a grateful kiss on her cheek. 

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Isaac tried as hard as he could to stand still and look relaxed, but his smile was faltering as the minutes passed. He'd gotten to the church later than expected, thanks to his wardrobe malfunction, and yet, Megan appeared to be even later. Which was making Isaac's mind do very odd stuff, like panic and frantically come up with scenarios as to why she wasn't there yet.

When she finally appeared at the door of the church, her father standing by her side, Isaac let out a sigh of relief that was immediately followed by Scott's snicker. Apparently, his Best Man and Alpha found his second nearly fatal heart attack funny.

As Megan approached, however, he forgot everything about Scott, his jacket and whatever else had been going on in his head. She was radiant, breathtaking, and she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. 

He took her hand when her father handed it to him, and suddenly, he felt like a huge, heavy weight had been lifted from his chest. "You're beautiful," he told her. "And I was starting to panic," he admitted in a whisper, his smile wide. 

"I may or may not have ripped my dress as I was putting it on," Megan admitted with a sheepish grin.

Isaac tried, he tried really really hard not to laugh, but he couldn't; he only managed to stop when the priest cleared his throat, and Megan addressed Isaac a curious, confused look. 

"What's so funny about that?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him. 

"Nothing. I just-- I guess I just figured out what a soulmate really is," he admitted, squeezing her hand in his. "I love you." 

"I love you too, idiot," she responded, shaking her head, before they both turned to face the priest. 

"We are gathered today..."

~

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(WeArePackVerse) Camden and Elena had risen early that Sunday morning. A feat in of itself given the young child's ability to sleep until afternoon. Of course there would of been a few noises downstairs but both had been sure to be as quite as possible in their morning preparations. Whenever Isaac would come downstairs he'd find Cam hanging paper decorations made with paint and crayons spelling out 'Happy Father's Day' and Elena finishing up breakfast in the kitchen. -wolfpupxlahey

Isaac was awakened by the smell of breakfast travelling up to the bedroom, and when he opened his eyes, he realized Elena wasn’t in bed anymore. He frowned, wondering whether he’d overslept, but when he glanced at the clock, he realized it wasn’t really all that late. He stretched his back and took a trip to the bathroom before making his way downstairs. When he walked into the living room, however, he stopped suddenly. “What—” he started asking, a wide smile slowly spreading on his lips as he saw the paper decorations and his son standing right below them. “Camden, you did this?” he asked, feeling his heart swelling in his chest. 

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(We Are Pack Verse) It was a quarter past the hour, twilight streaming into the house as day began to change to night. That evening schedules had conflicted and they hadn't had a sit down dinner. Elena had been upstairs most of the night while Camden had been watched by the twins. When his father had come home from work he had padded into the room with a confused frown. "Daddy, why is mommy crying? Is it because Aunt Allison went /away/?" -wolfpupxlahey

Isaac parked the car outside the house, but didn’t immediately get out. He took a deep breath, looking up at the building with the hint of a frown. It was impossible for him not to compare it to the house he, Elena and Camden had left behind; this was so different, so… it wasn’t their home. 

He walked in just a couple of minutes later, the work day starting to take its toll on him, but the sight of his son made him feel instantly lighter. And then he spoke, and Isaac felt a pang of pain hit his heart. He sat on the couch and gestured his son to do the same, a little smile on his lips. “Mom’s a bit sad about Aunt Allison going away, Cam, she—” he hesitated, trying to figure out how to phrase this the right way, when there was no right way to phrase it. “She’ll be okay, crying is not always a bad thing,” he told his son, offering a reassuring smile. “Sometimes you just get sad and after you cry it out, you feel better.” 

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Grow young with you - thecrosswebare

Isaac took a deep breath, looking at himself in the mirror as he straightened the shirt and finished getting ready. Then, he looked around at the room, the boxes still half full of his and Charlee's things. It was the first day in the new house, their new house, and Isaac felt like an entirely new chapter of his life was starting. The Academy had started the previous week and he knew he'd chosen the right path.

Scott's pack was established in Beacon Hills, the rumors of a True Alpha residing there keeping most of the wolves away, so they could live in relative peace. Lydia and Stiles had gone off to college, and they still visited, while Allison had stayed in town. Scott and Kira were still together, and were living at Scott's house ever since Melissa and the Sheriff had decided to move in together in the Stilinski home. A lot had changed in three years.

And more was about to, once Isaac came back from the Academy that day. He'd told Charlee he had a surprise for her, to celebrate their moving in together, and he was already feeling nervous about it. But he knew he had to conceal it, or it would ruin the surprise he was preparing.

He walked downstairs and the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen helped calming him. "Hey, baby," he greeted Charlee, placing a kiss on her cheek.