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[coldhearted93]

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[sapphirebluejewel]

Endless List of Platonic Relationships I Love - Stiles Stilinski and Isaac Lahey

"Can you try to be helpful please?" "For half of my childhood I was locked in a freezer so being helpful is kind of a new thing for me."

[soulofapatrick]

The Pack Realises you’re in Love with Derek Hale 3/5

ISAAC - Peter Thornberry's POV:

Being the pack mom means that even showers are never peaceful and private, especially in the chaos that is the Hale House. As predicted there's a banging on the door as someone wants to come in, probably need the toilet as Erica and Lydia always take way to long in the upstairs bathrooms.

"Mamaaaaa," It's Isaac, and he's already unlocking the door with one of his damn claws but I honestly can't be angry with my first beta when he looks so innocent and lost as he pokes his head in, "I think I need a shower Mama."

Taking one look at the lanky boy as she steps in properly, shutting the bathroom door behind him, I sign softly and agree. All 6'1" of him is covered in mud and I'm guessing the red spots are blood from a brutal practice session, probably with either Chris Argent or Derek himself.

"Get as much of that mud off of you before you even thing about stepping in here with me," I warn, quickly rinsing the shampoo from my hair as Isaac complies. The boy towers me as he joins me, kissing my cheek as I let him under the water to wash all the mud and blood he couldn't peel off with his clothes. I go to get out but end up just watching as Isaac grabs the shampoo, turning to me and pulling the puppy dog eyes he's worked will get him whatever he wants, "You're going to have to get lower than that Isaac, I can't reach your hair properly when you're so high up."

Without thinking about he kneels, facing away from me and tilts his head back with his eyes shut. In any other situation this would be so wrong but honestly, we all live in such close quarters I barely pause before I rubbing the shampoo through Isaac's muddy locks. The pup keeps wriggling and whining probably because the others are all playing video games and he wants to go back to join them but at this rate it'll be a lot longer because I'm struggling to stop the shampoo running down into his eyes, "Stand still Isaac." I finally have to tell him and he surprises me by stopping so I quickly rinse out his mess of curls before letting him finish washing himself while I step out and begin to dry myself.

The only clothes available are my clean ones of Isaac's training filth ones so with I sigh I let Isaac dry himself with my towel then hand him my clothes before wrapping the towel around my waist. Isaac happily bounds towards the living room, squeezing himself on the sofa between Scott and Allison who both let out sounds of protest and they begin to rearrange themselves. I chuckle softly at the people who have become my family as I make my way towards my room, one of the only ones on the ground floor.

"Shit!" A screech of surprise leaves me when I collide with something solid, someone solid. Swallowing hard, my worst fear happens as I look up to be met with Derek's sunflower eyes, blushing redder than the roses in the garden as his firm hands feel like they're burning holes into my hips where they fell to steady me, "S-sorry Derek."

Before he can reply I've pulled myself from his grasp and am rushing to my room, holding tightly to the towel around me waist, only relaxing when my door shuts with a soothing click.

"FUCK!"

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 4 // Part 5

[blessednereid]

Dinners, Apologies, and Bowling Alleys: LFLLLL Pt.4

Series Masterlist

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Taglist: @rogershoe @woodxweasley

Mentions: Police investigations, dead bodies, animal attacks, implied abuse, sexual implications, emancipation, cursing, half-naked massages, use of the word “Kinky”

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                    Dinner

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Your dad pulled into the driveway of the Lahey family residence.

When he opened the door and greeted you, his voice was sickly sweet, and you could tell that the dinner wasn't going to be pleasant.

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"That was… something," your dad said as he opened the door to your house and allowed you and Isaac to walk inside.

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 Within thirty minutes, the dinner soon turned passively hostile, and it seemed like there was no way out. 

"So, Sheriff Stilinsk-"

"Please, call me Noah." 

Mr. Lahey smiled sourly before continuing. "Your daughter and my son have been dating for quite a while now. Yet, this is the first time we meet." 

"Oh, well. The role of being a sheriff is very strenuous and time-consuming." 

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, and you were anticipating the thing that would cause everything to blow up.

"I find it quite unfortunate that the circumstances we meet are due to my son being involved in a murder investigation."

You noticed how your dad looked confused for a second, but that look was soon wiped away. 

"Yes, well. Finding a dead body is something that would cause you to end up in that situation." 

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"Alright, Kids. Go to bed."

You nodded before you walked up the stairs.

"Isaac, you…" Isaac waited for instruction from your dad. 

Noah sighed before speaking. "It's been a rough night. Just… No funny business."

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Mr. Lahey continued speaking. "So, you've recently taken my son into your household, and now he's in a murder investigation."  

"There is no causation here. He could've as easily found a dead body that is part of a murder investigation under your household." 

Mr. Lahey squinted, and you realized the kindling was added to the flame.

"Are you questioning my parenting skills? Noah," He added resentfully. 

"Are you questioning mine?" 

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"Isaac."

He let out a deep breath before turning to face you. 

"It's gonna be alright." 

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"You know, I don't think it's okay for my child to be in your house anymore. He is legally in my custody, and him involved in anything involving the law comes back to me."

You and Isaac widened your eyes, and your dad made a brief glance at you and saw the panic in your eyes. 

"Well, maybe him being in my house is better. I can protect him in certain ways seeing as how I am the Sheriff. You own a graveyard. Your son finding a dead body could be a telltale sign that you may be trying to drum up business."

He paused. "Even if it's not true, of course."

"I mean, you are a cop. Are you not? Your job is to find the bodies, and not only did my son who is dating your daughter find the body, but it could also be a way to raise your own paycheck." Mr. Lahey chuckled as he spoke; his words were laced with venom. 

Your dad grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. "It's not my job to find bodies, quite the opposite. And, I assure you, I would not kill someone for a paycheck."

Your dad wiped his mouth and rose from the table. 

"Mr. Lahey, I think it's time for us to go."

The burly man grimaced in response. "Alright, well- Isaac. Go to your room." 

"Oh no. I don't think you understand. I have to take Isaac in for a statement. He's coming with me." 

"I don't think you understand. He is my son. He's staying with me." 

While they continued their argument, you and Isaac slipped out the door and headed to the car. 

"Hey, babe… are you okay?"

He sighed. "No… I just want this to be over, Y/n." 

"It's just two more years, Isaac. And you're going to be with me most of that time."

"I can't do this anymore!" 

"What do you mean?" 

He looked at you with a solemn expression.

"I think I'm gonna run away." 

You widened your eyes and nearly choked. "What do you mean? You can't run away?"

"Y/n, I can't stay here where he's always able to do this!" 

"Then we'll figure something out! Just give me time. Till next Friday! I promise… Just… Just give me time." 

He saw the tears in your eyes and pulled you into his arms.

You gasped for air as you cried against his chest.

"Give me a week, and If I can't find something, I'll go with you-"

"N/n, I can't ask you to do that." 

"You're not asking me. I'm telling you."

He frowned. "You have a life here. Don't throw that away."

"What? And leave you to run away on your own? Possibly die? I couldn't do that. I couldn't live like that, not knowing where you are."

"I would tell you."

"Of course you couldn't," you frowned. "I'd be the first person the police ask after your dad and mine." 

"Besides, I wouldn't stay if I knew where you were anyway. I'd come to find you."

You wrapped your arms around Isaac's neck and pulled him in.

Just then, your dad opened the front door of the car, got in, and slammed it. 

"I'm so sorry you guys had to see me so mad."

"It's fine, Sheriff," Isaac smiled grimly.

"Isaac…"

"Noah, sorry…"

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"It's gonna be alright." 

His eyes moved around the room, settling on the posters around your walls before saying, "I believe you."

"You do?"

"I do," he paused. "One week."

You half-smiled. "One week. But you have to promise me you won't leave me."

"I can't make that promise." 

You walked over to him and put his face in between your hands. 

"You are not leaving me." 

You pulled him towards the bed towards the back of the room, and you fell asleep in each other's arms. 

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                    School

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On Monday, you approached Lydia before class. You had a cold chill in your spine, and your apprehension was tying a knot around your lungs.

"Look. I was a horrible friend. I said stupid things. I shouldn't have said that about you and Jackson. You're not a 'suckup barbie doll.' You're Lydia Martin, and you've been doing this relationship stuff for way longer than I have. And I'm sorry I was so butthurt that I let my relationship get in the way of us, something you've never done."

By the time you finished speaking, you were slightly out of breath. You had said everything in one breath so that Lydia couldn't interject. 

"No, Y/n, I'm sorry. This is your first time in a relationship, and I- I should've been more supportive. I should be helping you with your relationship and instead…" As you anticipated her following words, her gaze softened. There was a tint of remorse that could be seen.

"I've been trying to dissuade you from it. You deserve love… so much. I just missed my best friend."

"Can we like… never let guys get between us again?" 

Lydia grinned before embracing you in a tight hug.

"Lydia, I can't breathe!" You managed to stammer out those few words before Lydia suffocated you. 

"Oh! Sorry."

You both walked into your English class while still being engrossed in conversation. 

"You hear about Grace Cooper?" 

"Ugh, that shark! No, and I don't really care."

"She got mumps from one of her conquests in another school."

Your eyes widened. "Poor, poor, Gracie!" you said satirically.

You saw Isaac down the hall and beckoned him over.

When he reached you, he had a confused look on his face. 

"Isaac, Lydia. Lydia, Isaac."

He squinted with a slight smile but stuck out his hand nonetheless.

"I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot, Isaac. My friend here really seems to like you. So if she can forgive you, then I guess so can I."

He smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, Lydia. I've heard such great things about you."

You smiled and clapped your hands rapidly. "Yay, my friends are friends. Now, let's try and get Stiles onboard."

Lydia squinted and cocked her head. "Who?"

You sighed. "Woosah. My brother, Lydi."

"Oh yeah! Forgot you were a twin."

Isaac interrupted. "Babe, we're going two different ways. I gotta get to class."

"Okay, but you're sitting with us at lunch, yeah?" 

He turned his chin up in thought and bounced on the balls of his feet before leaning over and pecking your lips. "Of course."

You grinned before he turned and went to his class.

"Aww. Okay! Time to get to AP chem."

When you both walked into the class, it was only mere seconds before the bell rang.

You sat in your seats, staring eagerly at the board because your teacher had not yet arrived. 

When the door swung open once more, it revealed the face of Mrs. Goldblatt. 

"Oh my god," Lydia whispered, but it was clearly loud enough for everyone else to hear.

"Hello to you too, Lydia."

"Hello, class," she continued. "Mr. Ochoa isn't here today, so I will be your sub."

"Now, pull out your textbooks and-" She was interrupted. 

"Hey, something's going down at the bus!" A student yelled, causing everyone to rush to the windows. 

"EVERYONE IN YOUR SEATS!"

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                   Lunch

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After the first period, you went to English with Allison, Scott, and Stiles, splitting up with Lydia. 

However, You and Allison caught up with her at lunch in the line. 

"Hey!" You both greeted.

"Hey!" 

Soon Isaac and Jackson approached you. They walked together, but separately. 

"Hey, babe," Lydia said to Jackson. 

"Hi, love," you greeted Isaac. He gave you a side hug with his free arm and allowed it to stay there. 

Lydia and Jackson walked away from you and Isaac and towards the window, away from your regular table.

"Lydia, where are we going?" 

"To sit with Allison's boyfriend, duh!" She said with a shimmy of her shoulders.

Allison quickly rolled her eyes. "He's not my boyfriend!" 

You interjected. "That's not what I heard!" 

"From who?" 

"Your brain, we're connected. Remember?" 

It was a long-lasting joke that you had since you were children. You had always been able to read Allison's mind in a way and tell what she was feeling, as well as vice versa. It would be a terrible day when that bond stopped working. You were sure of it. 

She chuckled as you all walked towards Scott and Stiles. Some of Jackson's friends already sat down.

"Figure out what?" you hear Lydia say before you sat down next to your brother, in between him and Isaac.

"Just, uh homework-" Scott replied tentatively.

"Hey, guys!"

"Yeah… Y/n, why are you guys sitting here?" His question was soon answered when Allison sat down next to Scott.

Jackson began arguing with his friend about the seat at the head of the table, and Danny made a sarcastic remark about how the guy looked at Lydia.

"So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack… Probably a cougar," Danny stated.

"I heard mountain lion."

Lydia squinted. "A cougar is a mountain lion. Isn't it?" She said before tilting her head. 

You internally scoffed but didn't say anything.

"Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."

"Sorry that not everyone can be as rich and entitled as you, Whitmore," you whispered under your breath. Jackson and Lydia hadn't heard, but Danny, Stiles, Allison, and Isaac did, giving a brief chuckle. 

Stiles took out his phone and showed the table a video. "Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out."

Scott's eyes widened. "I know this guy."

"You do?" Allison asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad," he said in shock. "He was the driver."

Lydia interjected the gruesome conversation. "Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Oh, like, where are we going tomorrow night? You said that you and Scott were going somewhere tomorrow night, right?"

"Lydia!" you scolded. 

"Uh, we were thinking of what we were gonna do," Allison said softly. 

"Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos. So if the four of us- six, if Y/n and Isaac want to come, are hanging out, we are doing something fun!" 

You glanced at Allison, who met your gaze and turned to Scott.

"Hanging out… like the four of us? Do you want to hang out? Like us, and them?" Scott asked confusedly.

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun." 

You rolled your eyes and sighed softly. 

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson asked, annoyed. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork. 

"What about bowling? You love to bowl?" Lydia proposed.

"Yeah, with actual competition."

You frowned. "I, too, would love to bowl with actual competition, Whitmore."

He glared at you before Allison spoke up. 

"Yeah, how do you know we aren't actual competition?" She turned to Scott. "You can bowl, right?"

Isaac spoke up for the first time. "Well, I know for a fact that Y/n and I are competition."

You grinned at his competitive nature. Under his shy mask was someone who did not like to lose. 

"Scott?" Jackson called.

"Yes. Sort of…" he said warily. 

"Is it sort of, or is it yes?"

"Yes! In fact, I'm a great bowler," Scott lied, and you facepalmed internally. You had seen him bowl, and he was, in fact, terrible.

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              Stilinski House

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"Are we actually going bowling tomorrow?" 

You squinted. "Yeah? Why wouldn't we?"

"Babe, I have work tomorrow?" 

"I thought you got off early tomorrow?"

He sighed. "I do. I get off at 8, but I don't want you to wait for me, and I won't be ready-" He continued rambling before you walked up and covered his mouth with your hand. 

"You get off work and come back here. Take 30 minutes to get ready, and then we leave so we can reach the alley by 9:30."  

He pushed your wrist down. "N/n, I'm just going to be groggy, and dampen the mood, and-"

"Isaac Kai Lahey! You are allowed to have fun. Besides, I have to go pick outfits with Lydia and Allison after class anyway, and that'll keep us busy."

He contemplated your plan before reluctantly sighing. "Fine. But I have to be back by midnight. I want to sleep peacefully." 

You stepped on the tips of your toes to kiss his cheek. 

"Are you sure you want to sleep, though?" you asked innocently, but there was a hidden meaning behind your words. 

"Yes! I want to sleep... I haven't really been getting a good night lately."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

He quickly changed the subject. "Speaking of things we haven't told each other… Scott? Werewolf? I'm sorry, but I still don't believe you." 

You sighed. "I was kind of refraining from telling you about that?"

"Hey, If werewolves are real, I want to see them."

"I know, but you just have so much on your plate. I didn't want to add shape-shifting humans with strange abilities to that."

He smiled. "Hey, prove me wrong about that werewolf thing, and I'll give you twenty bucks."

"Deal! Speaking of deals..."

You moved to sit on the bed. "I've been working on getting you out of your dad's house. You said you didn't want to go into foster care, so the only way to prevent that from happening is for you to be an adult."

"An adult? How is that even possible, Y/n? I'm still a minor for 2 more years." 

You looked at him hesitantly. "There's this legal thing called emancipation. It's where you can be declared, legally, an adult and be separate from your parent's care." 

He smiled before scoffing. "How would we even do that?" 

"Well, we can either prove to the courts that you can provide for yourself with housing and finances… or you can get married."

He stood up very quickly, to the point where you almost got whiplash. "Married? Y/n, I'm not getting married to a stranger, and we both know your dad would never agree to that." 

"Then we go to the courts! You can say that you're renting a room from my dad for however much he agrees for the housing portion, and you have a job!"

"A job my dad gave me! The point is to not rely on my dad!"

You smiled. "That's the beauty of the law. Your dad's business is independent of him. So you can still work for him, but you would be earning your money from the business, not him."

"And if he fires me because I filed for emancipation?" 

 "You have perfect employee references. You worked at Waffle House for six months before they shut down and got employee of the month twice." 

He flopped down on the bed, and you moved to wrap your arms around him.

"How long would it take?" He asked quietly. 

"A few months… Less than the two years we would've waited, and you wouldn't have to run away." 

"Would I have to tell my dad?" 

"Yeah, he'd have to be able to represent his side in court," you replied solemnly. 

"Don't I need a reason? What would I even say? I don't want him to go to jail." 

"I have no-" you said before an idea dinged like a lightbulb in your mind. "You said you have that inheritance you get from your grandparents that you'll be able to collect once you become a legal adult, right?"

"Yeaaah?" 

"Just say that you want to be able to use that inheritance."

"No, that would never work…" he said wistfully.

You both pondered in thought for a while.

"You could say that you are financially independent and want to start on making investments and stuff like that before you're 18." 

You looked up to him and saw him squinting. "Huh, that could work."

"So, does that mean you won't run away?"

"That's if it works...If it doesn't work and I stay, it could be worse." 

You sighed. "It's going to work…If not, I- It's going to work."

He turned on his side to face you, and you did the same. 

"Kiss me?" And that is, exactly, what Isaac did. 

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               Argent House

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The next day after school, you and Isaac went your separate ways. He went to work, and you grabbed several different outfits before heading to Allison's house. 

When you arrived, you were ushered and practically dragged inside by Allison, who desperately needed help with her outfit. 

You found Lydia already inside, sifting through Allison's entire closet and rejecting each prospect.

"Lydia, this isn't the bachelorette! Oh my gosh."

You sat back on Allison's bed and allowed Lydia, who wouldn't let you help, pick Allison's outfit. 

Many passes were given by Lydia. "Allison, respect for your taste is, uh, dwindling by the second." 

You scoffed. "Okay, how about we let the person who makes displays at Forever 21 pick the outfit?"

You got up and put together three choices for selection. 

"This!" Lydia said before your "Uncle" Chris walked in.

"Dad, hello?" Allison said.

"Hi, Uncle Chris!" You waved enthusiastically. 

"Hey, Y/n. Nice to see you."

Lydia flew back onto Allison's bed and laid on her side with her hand on her hip. "Hi, Mr. Argent," she said sultrily. 

"Lydia!' You scolded, and Mr. Argent flinched. 

Allison sneered, "Dad, do you need something?"

He cleared his throat. "I wanted to let you know you'll be staying in tonight."

You and Lydia frowned, and Allison scoffed. "What? I'm going out with my friends tonight."

"Not when some animal is out there attacking people."

You and Allison protested in unison. 

"It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30 p.m. No more arguing," He said simply before walking out the room."

You and Allison both sighed, resolved. 

"Someone's daddy's little girl," Lydia remarked. 

"Sometimes, but not tonight," Allison replied. 

"Y/n, what about you? Your dad would kill you!"

"He would, but he wouldn't let the law handle me," you smirked. 

You texted Isaac about the new plan and changed into your outfit. When Isaac told you that he'd meet you at the alley, you nodded to Allison, and you both walked to the window. 

She went first and then you before Lydia called after you both.

"What are you doing?"

You dropped your bag and your phone onto the dirt before Allison flipped off the building and landed on her feet while you did a somersault as you landed. 

"8 years of gymnastics!" 

You grinned, "She just taught me some tricks."

"You coming?" You both said in unison.

"I'll take the stairs."

You brushed off your outfit as you waited outside for Lydia. 

You both entered her car and drove to the rink. 

You called Isaac to make sure that he was coming. "Hey, babe. Have you made it to the house yet?"

"Yeah, I'm on my way. Don't worry." 

"Okay, we just left Allison's house." 

"How far are you?" He asked. 

"About 15 minutes?" 

"Alright, I'm 10." 

You smiled before saying goodbye.

When you hung up the phone, Lydia hummed. 

"What, Lyds?" 

She smirked. "Nothing, just that you guys are good together." 

You half scoffed, half chuckled. "It took you three months to realize that?"

"I was still a little focused on him hurting you, but if that didn't happen, I would've always thought so."

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               Bowling Alley

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You all met Scott, Isaac, and Jackson at the bowling alley. 

Allison and Scott went to pick their balls, and the rest of you sat down. 

"Hey, how was work?"

Isaac sighed. "Dad wasn't there. I don't know why."  

"Well, that's not a bad thing."

"True," he shrugged. "Thanks for forcing me to come out here tonight. I didn't realize how stressed work was making me until I walked inside." 

"Yeah, well, I like bowling, and I wasn't going to be a fifth wheel."

He smiled. 

"And, I have the perfect remedy for your sleeping issues, okay? So don't even worry about that tonight." 

"What is it?" 

You got up to whisper in his ear, "it's a surprise!" You turned away to go get a bowling ball, eventually picking a pink and white marbled one. 

When everyone had their balls, you arranged how the teams would work. 

"Okay, so how about we start couples vs. couples vs. couples and then gals vs. guys?" You nominated. 

"Sounds good, except we can only have two teams," Lydia pointed out the flaw in the couple war. 

"Oh, okay, uh. Give me a minute," You said before pulling Isaac aside. 

"Are we gonna be the ones to split up?" 

He squinted. "Why would we do that?"

"C'mon, baby. This could be a way for you to branch out without me next to you."

"What is that supposed to-"

"Besides," you smirked. "Imagine what tension that all that competition between us is gonna make!"

He hummed while twisting a strand of your hair in his hands. You lifted your head in an attempt to brush your lips against his, but he pulled back. 

"Fine. I'll go with Allison and Scott. I wanna see if I can spot any were-wolfiness," he chuckled.

"I'm not joking about that, okay! And don't tell anyone." 

You both walked back to the group and informed them of the decision. 

"Alright, Isaac is going to be on McArgents team, so now it will be McL'Argent, and I will be on Whittin's team, so it will now be Whittinski." 

"Yeah, yeah, hurry up," Jackson scolded. 

"Whittmore, be lucky I'm on your team. Otherwise, I'd be kicking your ass."

The competition started, and Lydia went first, with Jackson guiding her arm mixed with plentiful amounts of PDA.

The first one landed in the gutter, and the second hit only the right-most three. 

"I'm so bad at this," she said solemnly. 

"Lydi, you'll get the hang of it."

Allison took her turn next, hitting all of the pins and knocking them down. 

"YES, ALLI!" you whooped. 

"Someone brought their A-game," Lydia said.

Jackson scoffed. "Wrong team."

"She's my godsister. I'm obligated to tell her she did brilliantly."

Jackson took his turn next, removing all the pins from the lane and knocking them into the abyss, causing Lydia to holler.

"You're up, McCall," he stated blankly after wrapping his arms around Lydia.

"You can do it, Scott," Allison motivated Scott, and he got up and grabbed his ball.

He stalled for a few seconds before pulling his arms back and throwing the ball, the trajectory causing it to land straight in the gutter.

Jackson started laughing hysterically, and you and Allison both scolded him.

"Mind shutting up?" Allison sneered.'

"I'm sorry," he half-apologized in between breaths. "I'm just flashing back to the words 'I'm a great bowler'" 

"Maybe he just needs a little warm-up."

Jackson continued to laugh. "Maybe he just needs the kiddy bumpers," he said, which caused Lydia to laugh with him.

"Will you shut up for five fucking seconds, Jackson?"  

"Just aim for the middle," Allison advised. 

Jackson rolled his eyes, "How about you aim for anything except the gutter?" 

"Let him concentrate!" 

Allison smiled at Scott, and he took his next shot. It was getting closer and closer to the pins before swerving to the side and falling in the gutter.

"Great job, McCall. Man, you are a pro!" He said when he was done laughing.

You shot up from your seat, grabbed the ball, and took a deep breath. You moved your arm back just a little bit behind you when a groan resounded from behind you. 

You turned around quickly and saw Isaac. 

"OH MY GOSH! Why would you come up behind me?"

He chuckled. "No apologies, just beratement?" 

"I'm sorry, better? Are you okay?" You picked up his arm and examined it. 

"Hurry Up!"

He gave a curt nod to let you know he was okay, and you turned back to the alley. 

He wrapped his hands around your waist. "You look stressed, babe. What's wrong?"

Your cheeks flushed. "Isaac, what are you doing?" 

"Helping you out…" you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Mhm," you resounded. "I don't want your help!" 

You playfully nudged him and regained your concentration. You pulled back your arms and threw the ball. It rolled and rolled until it came in contact with the pins, managing to knock down all but two.

"YES!" Lydia shouted, and Jackson gave a half-hearted clap and a 'not bad.'

You all continued playing, with Scott getting better towards the end. While your team lost the first game, the girls' team had won against the boys. 

After that, you all parted ways. When you and Isaac walked outside, he said something that stunned you. 

"Did you call Stiles?" he asked innocently.

"What do you mean 'did I call Stiles?' Where's the jeep?"

He grinned shyly. "I didn't bring the jeep. I took an Uber." 

"ISAAC!"

"WHAT? Stiles wouldn't take me!" 

Your eyes widened. "And you think he would pick us up?" 

"Well, sure. Stiles wouldn't let his sister freeze."

You growled before calling Stiles. 

It took him twenty minutes to reach the bowling alley, and when you got in the car, he began to scold you for your ill-preparedness. 

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You got home and into your room straight away. 

From there, you peeled Isaac's jacket off before he had the chance to do it himself and then removed yours, tossing both to the ground. 

"Are you ready for your surprise?" You asked with wriggling eyebrows. 

He chuckled darkly. "Sure."

You bit your lip and pushed him down on the bed. "Stay there!" You said before moving to get something. 

"Despite you and your brother's running joke, I am not a golden retriever!" He called out as you rummaged around. 

"Got it!" You said as you moved to place the blindfold over his eyes. 

"Kinky… I thought we weren't doing that tonight, though?" 

You smiled. "Nope! Turn around!" 

He sighed and turned to face your headboard as you tore his shirt from his torso. 

To let him know that you weren't planning on having sex, you began digging your thumbs into his muscles, finding the knots in his back rather quickly. 

He groaned in relief, which only spurred you on. 

"Your pants too, babe," you advised while still rubbing. 

When his pants were off, you pushed him down onto the pillow, backside up, and applied the heating oil on his back and thighs. 

You moved around his body slowly and sensually, making sure not to apply too much pressure to sensitive areas while still being effective. 

When you were finished after maybe fifteen minutes, you removed the blindfold from his eyes to let him know you were done. 

You stripped down to your bra and underwear before going to lay beside Isaac. 

"That was so nice…I don't know what I did to deserve you."

You sighed contently. "I'm still trying to figure that out myself."

"Ouch," Isaac mocked. "Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight."

Just as you were about to fall asleep, Isaac exclaimed. 

"OH! I just remembered- I didn't see any werewolf nature in Scott..."

You sighed. "Is this why you haven't been sleeping?"

"No, but I'm interested." 

"Look," you paused. "I only relayed the information Stiles gave me, I haven't seen it for myself either, but I want you to be safe. I trust Stiles, and I need you to trust me so that this can work and we can get you out of there. Okay?"

"Yeah, of course, I trust you. Goodnight, for real this time."

You smiled. "Goodnight." You fell asleep shortly after, a warm, tingly feeling of happiness spreading throughout your body.

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[its-simply-fanfiction]

I know i have very little followers that are fellow fanfiction readers or writers but i have some teen wolf chapters written for a series, sitting in my drafts for probably over 2 years now and im wondering if anyone is interested in reading that lol xx

[socheckitout-mikey]

Can I request some Teen Wolf headcanons where Isaac is dating a girl who acts in school plays? This sweetie pie would be in the front row and give her flowers on opening night, and nobody can convince me otherwise.

hey birdie! yes, i wholeheartedly agree with this. isaac would be the sweetest! the only thing that i changed in this was the gender of the reader. i decided not to specify, just so it’s more inclusive! i hope you enjoy what i’ve come up with. - mae

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Isaac Lahey Dating Someone who Acts in School Plays Hc’s:

° First and foremost, can I just illustrate how supportive af this boy would be? Isaac may not be into plays or musicals as such, but if it’s something you enjoy doing or are passionate about... then he’s here for it!

° No matter what part you play, Isaac thinks it’s amazing. You could legit be a tree in the backdrop and he’d hype you up about it. Boii is just too precious ffs.

° Isaac is especially supportive of this because it’s an extremely normal thing to engage in, as well as the fact it gives himself and the pack something ordinary to look forward to.

° You best believe that Isaac isn’t letting the supernatural drama in Beacon Hills ruin this for you and him. Yes, this play is also now for him; poor boy just longs for some normality instead of grotesque claws and fangs!

° He’s genuinely that boyfriend that will help you memorize/practice your lines. Even if it ends up being cringe. He gives fantastic feedback...

° “Yeah, maybe try saying that again, but breathe this time.”

° “I’m nervous, okay?!”

° And you bet his wolf ass that he’s absolutely t e r r i b l e at acting. All he’s managed to do is distract you and pee yourself three times in a row already.

° “Stop saying it like that, Isaac!”

° “It’s what it says though!”

° “That’s the actions of Romeo, you overgrown beanstalk!”

° “Ohhhhh! That makes sense now...”

° Like, absolute and total heart eyes for you. Security we have a problem

° He waits outside of the auditorium for you once practice is over, because he doesn’t want to overstep boundaries and make you embarrassed by his presence.

° He would’ve waited inside, but he’s also incredibly awkward. Isaac still eavesdropped from outside in the hallway, sneaking a few a lot of glances through the little window in the doors.

° Everyone knew that Isaac was already a total sweetheart to you, but now? Boy, do they love him even more! Why you ask? Because after each rehearsal, there he is, present with your favorite snack and a whole host of praises. We’re all jealous, okay?

° Everyone wants Isaac to be their boyfriend now.

° I mean, you bagged the best boy ever!

° Isaac takes you to opening night, parting ways with you somewhat awkwardly, wishing you good luck and all.

° He does it in a way that makes you relax, even though it’s a little awkward.

° “You’ve memorized those lines really good, you know? You’ve got this babe.”

° “And if you throw up on stage, I’ll have on video, Y/N.” Stiles interjects, slapping you encouragingly on the back.

° “Thanks for putting so much pressure on me, you absolute reject!”

° Literally his eyes are hearts when you’re on stage. He’s so entranced.

° Unfortunately, the moment is ruined when Stiles S C R E A M S at the top of his lungs bc loud boii is trying to support you.

° Scott and Lydia are now stuck with the task of trying to prevent Stilinski’s premature death at the hands of Isaac himself.

° That sort of thing from Stiles used to terrify you, but now you’re highkey embarrassed as Coach Finstock slaps the back of their heads and reprimands them for ruining the school play.

° Isaac claps what a fucking dork.

° Like everyone now wants an Isaac. And who can blame them? Boii is the sweetest and anyone who disagrees can catch these hands!

° After the play is finished, Isaac meets you backstage with the rest of the pack. It was meant to be romantic, but everyone else cut in before him, which irritated the hell out of him.

° But hey, even Derek turned up, giving you an affectionately awkward pat on the head and a “Not bad”, which kinda stunned everyone. Like seriously, why did Sour Wolf even show up? Stiles doesn’t let him hear the end of it either.

° More embarrassment from Stilinski ensues when he’s virtually in tears, a total wreck, and everyone’s trying to calm his dramatic ass down.

° “Stiles, no one died in the play.” You remind the hyperactive knuckle head.

° “I know that’s why I’m crying.” Stiles sniffles, wiping his eyes profusely.

° “How on earth do you survive, Stilinski? You’re literally the worlds biggest loser.” Isaac mutters, shoving passed him.

° Eventually, Isaac either muscles his way through or get’s his shot to have a moment with you. He’s got flowers at the ready and an ample army of praises for you. And kisses. We can’t forget the kisses.

° “You did so good, baby! I’m so proud of you!”

° Boii makes you blush like tf who gave him the right!

° In all honesty, boii has stars in his eyes and loves you sm. So no matter what you do, he’s simping after you. 

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[day-dreamsinthedark]

Kids with the Teen Wolf guys

I can NOT stop thinking about genetics and kids and what the outcome of having children with the Teen Wolf guys would be like. Bear with me pls 

I also like writing actual headcanons/imagines, but this is rlly more of a ramble.

Scott McCall: Right off the bat, Scott doesn’t seem to have any unsettling family history. Frankly, having Scott McCall’s children seems like a safe bet. No family history of psychological or physical health issues (at least that we know of.) Having werewolf children is also pretty great because it seems as though they are both healthier than the average child and significantly less likely to endure some traumatic life changing injury. I think Scott learned his moral compass from Melissa, but I am very sure that his conscientiousness and strength of character are inheritable. The wonky chin might be genetic, but it could also just be dependent on the way Scott was laid to sleep as a baby. Overall, Scott’s has some pretty great DNA to pass on. 

Stiles Stilinski: At a first glance, how could you NOT want to have Stiles Stilinski’s kids? Then I got to thinking.. and oh yeah, this has risk. To break it down-- Stiles seems pretty ideal. Some traits, like extraversion and agreeableness are inherited, and what is Stiles if not outgoing and agreeable? However, it is canon that Stiles carries the genetic mutation for frontotemporal dementia--which is highly hereditary. There is also the ADHD and anxiety, but those aren’t really big issues and can be handled pretty easily. Realistically though, if your kid/s end up inheriting the dementia, you know uncle Scott’s going to swoop in and save the day.  🥺 Anyhow, having children with Stiles Stilinski has many pros and one very scary game of Russian Roulette. 

Derek Hale: Once again I will vouch for werewolf genetics. It just seems right to want to pass on that strength and power, you know? Just imagine being pregnant and your maternal instinct kicks in and it’s just like, “Hey, my kids are significantly better off than almost everyone else’s. I don’t have to be constantly afraid that my baby is going to get horribly sick.” Of course, Derek isn’t very agreeable, but he’s not a bad guy. It just seems like the Hale’s are less open and a little overly aggressive until they find their pack. We see this in the way Peter, Derek, Cora, and Malia are all closed off and a little bendy with social/moral rules, but they always end up being good guys for the people they love. Overall, a great idea but you would definitely have a lot to show your kids when it comes to opening up and creating relationships. 

Isaac Lahey: Okay, so we know that Isaac’s dad had issues. This absolutely means that Isaac will raise his kids in a home where safety and comfort are priority--but that doesn’t stop the possible genetic aspect of what seems like pretty bad anxiety. Again, not a big issue. Realistically though, abuse can alter DNA and Mr. Lahey definitely changed Isaac in one way or another. Overall, Isaac (great guy AND werewolf) Lahey is pretty high on the list for good genes.

Aidan Steiner: Twins!! Well, only if Aidan and Ethan are identical, and it seems like they are. Honestly this seems like a great idea aside from the intense aggression and questionable ethics. Fun fact: the ability to have identical twins and fraternal twins are genetic, but in two completely different ways. Identical twins happen when a sperm penetrates an egg in a way so the egg splits in half, and ta-da, two kids. Fraternal twins happen when the ovary lets out two eggs instead of one. 

Liam Dunbar: Liam is sweet, loyal, and incredibly caring-- all great things to either teach or pass down to your kids. Sadly however, Intermittent Explosive Disorder is hereditary. Liam’s kids are another game of Russian Roulette. Honestly though, it seems like Liam handles it really well, so his kids more than likely would too (if they even get it.) So overall, pretty good genetics. 

Theo Raeken: There is so much to unpack with this one. We aren’t entirely sure whether Theo is a sociopath or a narcissist, but there is absolutely something more going on with his brain chemistry. Whatever it is, it is clearly something that he has been able to overcome with time, bonding, and a leader. I don’t think the shapeshifter mutations pass on here, but who knows?

[strawberrycherie]

Dude that’s my sister-Isaac Lahey

Prompt: You and Isaac have been dating for a while now. The problem is if your brother Scott found out he’d probably freak out (Stiles probably would too). But with Isaac living at your house it’s getting very hard to hide your secret relationship from Scott.

You and Isaac wanted to tell the pack about your relationship. You wanted to be able to be together outside closed doors. The problem is you were both terrified of what Scott’s reaction would be. I mean you’d hoped that he would be happy for you two and accept that you loved each other, but you knew that he would probably freak out and it would lead to a huge fight.

Also you really didn’t want to hear Stiles huge blow up about the subject. You’d known Stiles forever and he was a brother to you. He’d probably be more annoying than Scott if he found out.

So the two of you resorted to sneaking around in secret. Kissing each other when no one was around. Smiling at each other across the dinner table. Watching movies and cuddling when you knew no one was home. Which is exactly what you were doing at the moment.

When you got back from school Scott wasn’t home. You saw him get into Stiles jeep at school and speed off. So you and Isaac decided to take the opportunity to spend some time together.

You decided to watch a movie and Issac insisted on watching Star Wars. He always said you were the Princess Leia to his Han Solo. Which you found incredibly adorable.

The two of you were snuggled up in your bed watching the movie. Isaac was almost always the big spoon because he liked the feeling of his arms around you, protecting you. However there was the occasional time where you’d switch and you’d be the big spoon hugging him from behind and comforting him when he got flashbacks of his dad. You hated that man for hurting your precious boy. Isaac didn’t deserve any of the things his father did to him, and you wish you could’ve gone back in time and stopped the abuse.

The movie was currently playing in the background as you and Isaac were kissing. The sound of lightsabers hitting each other echoed around your room as Isaac deepened the kiss pulling you even closer. You moved to straddle his waist as he put his hands on your hips. The moment getting heated very quickly.

You were so caught up in the moment you didn’t hear the car door slam outside. Isaac was too busy focusing on you that he didn’t hear the door open. You were both distracted and didn’t hear the two sets of feet walking up the stairs. You did however hear the door open and a “what the fuck” come from your brother.

You and Isaac both turned and looked towards the direction of the voice in shock. When you saw Stiles with a disgusted look on his face and your brother with an angry and shocked look you jumped off of Isaac’s lap

“Shit... um...I- I can explain.” you stuttered out in shock, not knowing what to say.

“... well go on and explain why you and the scarf addict were eating each others faces.” Stiles yells with a mortified expression.

You chose to ignore Stiles comment and focus on explaining you and Isaac’s relationship to Scott in a way that wouldn’t lead to Scott hitting Isaac.

“Scott I was gonna tell you about us I swear.” you tried to explain.

“‘us?’” he said. “you two are an ‘us’ now?” he asked thoroughly confused.

“We’ve been an us for a while now Scott.” you tried to explain to your brother. “I was just afraid to tell you because I didn’t know how you’d react.”

“You didn’t know how I’d react? I’d say i’m pretty pissed off that my friend is fucking my sister and lying to me about it.” He then makes direct eye contact with Isaac and says “dude that’s my sister.”

“i know it’s your sister Scott, but it’s way more than just sex. I love her.” Isaac confesses to Scott.

“Ew god... can we please stop talking about the two of them doing the nasty.” Stiles says while pretending he’s throwing up.

Deciding to ignore Stiles... again, you continue trying to explain to Scott. “Scott I’m sorry that we lied to you, but I really love him and I didn’t want you to get angry like you are now.”

“Y/N I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me things. I mean ya I was angry at first because I just want to protect you. But seeing how happy Isaac makes you I guess I’ll try and accept your relationship.” He then turns to Issac giving him a deadly look. “But if you hurt her I’ll kill you man.”

“ya me too” Stiles adds in, even though we all know Isaac could rip Stiles to shreds.

Issac just rolls his eyes at Stiles, but then turns to look at Scott. “I swear I won’t hurt her man”

You turn to look at Isaac smiling up at him lovingly. He looks down at you with an equally large grin. You quickly peck his lips.

“ok too soon... cool it with the pda please.” Scott blabbers. He and Stiles start to leave the room. Stiles making a point to open the door wider than before. He then turns around and gives Isaac the ‘i’m watching you’ motion.

When they finally leave you look to Isaac with shock evident on your face. “I can’t believe that didn’t end in a fight.”

“Scott loves me, he’d never fight me..... plus we both know i’d win.” Isaac gloats.

You look up at him clearly not impressed, “you wish big guy.” you say as you pat his chest.

Isaac leans in to you. “I’m strong you know?” He argues.

“bffft I’m stronger” you lie, smiling up at him. “oh really?... you wanna test that theory?” he smirks as he suddenly pins you wrists above your head. He starts to kiss all around your face as you giggle.

He finally finds your lips as you continue your make out session from earlier. However you are interrupted again by Stiles walking by your room yelling “HEY THREE INCH MINIMUM... IM WATCHING YOU LAHEY.”