Here I would like to share my general thoughts about how could it be on surface level, no deeper
At first, you wouldn't even notice his presence. Zack isn't the type to spam you with messages, leave hundreds of notes, or give you any hint that he's around. He prefers to watch from a distance.
Soon enough, you'd start noticing strange things. For example, you always make it home safely, even though you usually end up in some kind of minor trouble. If someone treats you badly, there's a chance that a few days later they'll have a very unpleasant conversation with an extremely tall guy wrapped in bandages, end up with a few bruises, or simply disappear altogether, who knows what kind of mood your "bloody angel" will have.
Zack would deny being interested in you until the very end.
"I'm not stalking you, idiot! I just happened to be nearby."
Even though his version of "happened to be nearby" has been going on for three days straight.
He knows your daily routine perfectly. The routes you take, the places where you like to sit alone, the time you usually come home.
If he notices you're upset, he'll get irritated. Not because he knows how to comfort people, but because he can't understand who dared to ruin your mood.
The funniest part is that Zack genuinely thinks his behavior is completely normal. In his mind, he's simply making sure nobody hurts you, because you're obviously incapable of protecting yourself and need someone watching over you. He would never admit how much time he spends observing you. If you suddenly change your usual route, he'll become noticeably anxious.
One day, you might accidentally catch his gaze from the window of a nearby building and then he'll simply walk away without a word, as if you're the one who just did something embarrassing.
Of course, he won't be able to hide his stalking forever. When you finally ask him directly:
"Are you stalking me?"
Zack will freeze for about ten seconds before muttering something like:
"So what if I am?"
There won't be any fancy excuses. He'll honestly admit that he just wanted to make sure you were okay, and he'll be genuinely surprised if you get angry about it.
If you do get angry, he won't show up for several days after the argument. But eventually he'll come back anyway, just keeping a little more distance and trying not to get caught watching you.
And if you don't get angry, and his weird feelings happen to be mutual... then both of you probably need therapy.
Zack has absolutely no idea how to court someone. Instead of flowers, you might find a bag of your favorite sweets or something you've wanted for a long time sitting on your doorstep (stolen, most likely) and honestly, you'll be lucky if you don't find somebody's organs there instead.
He's extremely jealous, although he'll try to act like he doesn't care. His jealousy usually manifests as aggression toward both the object of his jealousy and whatever caused it. Zack doesn't really understand the feeling itself, which only makes it annoy him even more.
He loves physical affection, but rarely initiates it himself. Looking at him, you'd never guess he enjoys that kind of thing. However, if you hug him first, he'll instantly go quiet and become unusually calm.
Sometimes he'll simply sit beside you in complete silence. For Zack, that's already a huge display of trust.
The most important thought in his mind would be:
"She's/he's/they're safe. That's all that matters."
And if someone ever tried to hurt you, Zack would place himself between you without hesitation, even if it meant getting hurt himself. Of course, his goal wouldn't exactly be to protect you, his real intention would be to eliminate the threat permanently.
"You’re Hector’s girlfriend, but before that, you’re Isaac’s ex. Isaac lures you to him because he wants you back. But only for one thing."
Fic type: Smut, Darkfic
WC: 1,409 w
Chapter Count: 1/1
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death
Tags: Violence, Clothes cutting, Deep kissing, Rough sex, Restraints, Groping, Reader dies, Pet names
3. Reforged by Soviet
"She was going to drive him mad. She had proposed this...idea weeks ago, with the feathery bat of her eyelashes that he could never say no to. It was the reason she used that trick at all.
Isaac was a patient man, but this wasn’t waiting, it was torture.
Aka shameless loving on a certain forgemaster in a way that he's not used to."
Fic type: Smut
WC: 6,249 w
Chapter Count: 2/2
Warnings: None
Tags: Original Female Character(s), Light Dom/sub, Gentle dom, Porn what plot/Porn without plot, Fem dom, POV Third Person, Teasing, Submissive Issac Laforeze, Oral sex, Vaginal sex, Vaginal fingering, bit o' fluff
4. Of Eden by lilaestheticsnhope 🔒
"Isaac decides to travel once more and he stumbles across a pasture of flowers that look like paradise with a little house right in the middle. The woman inside makes him wonder about what else "building anew" could mean."
Fic type: SFW, not fluff
WC: 4,436 w
Chapter Count: 1/1
Warnings: Author chose not to use warnings
Tags: Issac/black!fem!reader, Black!Reader, fem!Reader, Religious Imagery and Symbolism, Christian Ideologies, More Issac introspection, Canon-typical Violence, Reader is a sweetheart.
5. Pet the Purple Unicorn by The Monster Lady (VisceraNight)
"You want to pet Isaac's unicorn. Luckily for you, Isaac is amused by this."
Fic type: Fluff
WC: 576 w
Chapter Count: 1/1
Warnings: None
Tags: Issac's Purple Unicorn (Castlevania), Night Creatures (Castlevania), Reader Insert, POV Second Person, Fluff, Humour, Romance, this is purely self indulgent
6. PAY IN BLOOD by MIYAANO
"(M/N) and Isaac, who were both tossed aside by society at a young age, cross paths with a tall, pale man known as Dracula who offers them a place to call home in exchange for their help to bring an end to the human race. They never expected the bond of friendship they share could have ever turned into something more. But who has time for such things when death is always knocking upon the door?"
Fic Type: Chapter fic, eventual "Sexual Content"
WC: 23 w
Chapter Count: 1/30 (Last updated 2023)
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death
Tags: (i am not typing all this on my phone at 1am)
i might be writing an issac fic after i get time, hopefully i don't take half a year again, but honestly i might have to 💔
hi austrix!! i also love chubby men :p. requesting isaacwhy fluff/pda pleaseeeee🙃🫂
Of course! Thank you so much for being my first request, i really appreciate it!! And so sorry this took so long i finished this then deleted the whole thing by accident :v
How i think issac is with pda! XP
-this is my first time writing so sorry if its not the best. No nsfw mainly fluff. Gn! Reader.
☆- when you and issac first started dating he wasnt sure how you felt about it so he never really showed any PDA
☆- but one day you randomly brought the topic up with him and it came out that youd actually really like it
☆- this information made him so happy so from that point forward he showed some form of pda, whether it be simply holding hands at the wall or having his hand in the back pocket of your jeans to let anyone passing know your his
☆- it didnt matter if you where at a mall or with the other guys. He didnt care.
☆- the guys somtimes give him shit about it but he wastes no time sassing back at them
Nick: god issac your suffocating them
Issac: at least i have s/o
Nick:😧
☆- definitely a hand on your thigh kinda guy. Especially if hes driving or even if you guys are just sitting anywhere
☆- having a hand or two on you makes him feel secure. Hes still in shock that you guys are dating so he just cant get enough of you.
☆- now hes not the type to make out with you at a public park, but he loves to wrap an arm around your waist.
☆- if he can tell your uncomfortable or dont like the place your at he with pull you closer to him with a arm wrapped around your shoulder as you have a arm around his back.
Summary:A relaxing getaway ends with you being railed by a stranger.
Dom Issac x Sub Reader, vaginal sex, blow job, magical bounds, magic blindfold, choking, biting, small praise kink
There's no way to sugarcoat it. Your life was dull. Every day was the same. You’d wake up at the same time, see the same people, do the same things, and live the same routine. It was unbearable really.
You needed a change. Something, anything.
Sure. Some people would go out or to the beach. Some people would pick up hobbies or meet new people.
You're always around people though. You couldn't handle many more. You needed to get away from absolutely everything. Just for a bit.
It seemed like fate when you saw it. The ad for a small house on a bayou. It was spacious and available for an entire month. There wasn't much information about it. The only thing you could find was that the house was in the middle of nowhere, and the town was as small as it could get.
It was perfect.
It was so right the second you entered. It was strangely cozy despite all the room. It just seemed made for you.
You’d like to stay there for a while and just exist.
You had to eat though. You had to have some kind of food, and with how impulsive of a decision this was, you didn't bother with much when you came here. That was fine though. The supermarket wasn’t too far away. It was also fully stocked and peacefully empty. There was almost dead silence, something you greatly appreciated.
Roaming the shelves, you found your first item. You were going to need milk for even the most basic things.
As you went to grab one by the handle, a hand suddenly wrapped around yours, making you snap your head up.
When you caught sight of him, it took everything in you not to mindlessly stare.
He was a pretty boy, his hair pushed out of his pale face, with the most subtle hint of pink that had to be from the sun. Something about his blue eyes held this darkness, secrets that you just had to find out. The small lopsided smile he gave you was dangerously charming, something you wouldn't mind seeing in a painting.
And as you went to quickly pull your hand away, you saw how veiny his were, almost leaving you drooling as you wondered exactly how good he was with them. They added to his undiable attractiveness, and they were long enough that they’d touch all the right spots. The question is, did he know how to use them? And if just his fingers are that big, the size of his dick-
Holding in a groan, you internally scolded yourself. It was like you never really stopped thinking of sex, even if it was for no reason at all. Pleasure was usually on the back of your mind, the thought of something inside of you having left you wet in your panties an embarrassing amount of times. It was like this dark void that would never truly be filled.
“Sorry. Didn't see ya’ there.”
And his accent was charming too. Everything about him was far too perfect to be human.
“It's fine,”you said quietly, keeping your eyes on his face while reminding your brain not to look at his crotch and wonder what he felt like. You’d never even find out so there's no point in trying.
“You lookin’ for somethin’?”
You desperately wanted him to keep talking as your mind flashed to random images of him and you in some less than appropriate poses. You had that happen before but never like this. Never this instantly. And never once had the guilt been so bad.
“No. I was just leaving,”you excused.
“Wait, I haven't seen ya’ around before. You're on that old house in the bayou, ain't you? That rental?”
“Yes. Just staying for a while,”you nodded.
“Alright. I’m not too far from there, you know? If you need anything, I’m pretty close by.”
“Yeah. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Whelp, see ya’ around then.”
“Yep. See you.”
If you needed anything? There was only one thing you needed now. Something you most likely wouldn't come close to having.
Letting out a huff, you walked out of the store empty handed. Without really looking, you stormed to your car that you parked at the end just for the sake of it. Unlocking the door, you took a breath as you got in, trying to ignore the wetness in your panties
Fuck, you were a mess. A damn mess.
The house was the same as when you left, including the lack of groceries. They were natural consequences, but you still couldn't help but think it was unfair. For some unknown reason, sex was constantly on your mind, driving you literally crazy. You were absolutely losing it. And now you couldn't help but wonder if the reception was good enough for you to watch porn.
You didn't really have time to find out.
Flopping on the couch, you instantly had your hand down your pants, sliding them in your underwear. Just as you were about to finally get yourself off, there was a knock on the door, making you groan as you grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. The world was just so against you all the time.
Still, like a somewhat normal human, you stood up, quickly opening it in hopes it was just a salesperson you could tell you didn't want anything from. Or maybe the owners who forget something.
You certainly weren't expecting the hot stranger from the store. Suddenly, you couldn't help but think you should have stopped before telling him where you were.
“Uh, hi?”
“My name's Issac,”he introduced, holding out his hand.
“I’m Y/N,”you greeted back, making sure not to use your more guilty hand.
“Ya’ know how I said you’d find me if you needed anythin’?”
“Kind of,”you got out, your legs wobbling for a moment as you seemed struck by him all over again.
“Can I come in?”
That's a terrible idea. You know absolutely nothing about him, you have almost no clue where you are, you're alone, and he hasn't even said why. He’s so all over the place he might just be on drugs.
Still, you found yourself saying yes. He gave you a polite smile as he stepped inside before closing the door behind him.
“Now that we know each other, may as well be honest,”he shrugged.
“Honest about what?”
“What do you want me to do to ya’?”
Your face flushed at the thoughts that rushed through you. The images of him on top of you, taking you, fucking you until you forgot your name. Things you shouldn't do to people you just met but that you wanted so, so badly.
“I’ll tell ya’ what I want then. I want you. I wanna fuck you so hard your legs give out. I wanna listen to you scream my name. I wanna make your head spin when I’m done with ya’. What do ya’ think ‘bout that?”
You stared at him, blinking once, then twice. That was just . . . wow. Granted, you wanted that. You wanted it really, really badly.
You just didn't expect to get it.
Completely out of touch with reality at this point, you grabbed his face, forcing his lips against yours. Groaning as he kissed back, he gripped your ass, squeezing. As you gasped he pushed you against the wall while sliding his tongue over your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, letting him slide his warm tongue inside, resting it on top of yours. When one of his hands traveled to your thighs, you jumped, wrapping your legs around him. Without disconnecting your lips, he held you as he carried you up the stairs, taking you to the bedroom. Almost as if he knew this place. Almost as he’d been here before.
This was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea.
But you were already way too worked up to care.
Throwing you on the bed, he watched you strip, your clothes coming off faster than you could think. He quickly slid his off, dropping them to the floor before staring at you, his eyes traveling up and down your naked body. You didn't realize yet, too focused on the fact that you actually got to see how big he was.
And fuck, was he big. Thick, long, god you were going to be so sore.
“Still want me, darling?”
Darling. Something about that damn pet name was making you even wetter. Or maybe it's just who was saying it.
“Yes.”
He crawled on top of you, one of his hands spreading your legs as the other lightly wrapped around your neck, just holding it. He could feel you already dripping on his hand, making him smirk.
“I can just tell you're a kinky one,”he whispered against your lips.
“You don't seem much better.”
“Oh, this ain't about me.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the vague statement. Something he quickly made you forget as he asked what you wanted again.
“I didn't bring-”
“That's not what I asked.”
“Tie me down and blindfold me. Just choke me while you call me yours.”
“If that's what you want,”he grinned, this mysterious glint in his eyes. Before you had time to question it, he touched the top of your head before lightly dragging his fingers down it, his index and ring one closing your eyes. His hands went everywhere, down your chest, your stomach, your legs, leaving a strange tingling sensation that you already enjoyed.
As you tried to open your eyes to see if you could figure out what exactly made him so special, so magical at this, you found yourself staring at absolutely nothing. Not just the kind where you can see light when you close your eyes. There was nothing but darkness. And your body, it had grown stuck, your arms and legs spread, forced to stay there.
“I-Isaac? What?”you tried to ask.
“You said you wanted to be tied down,”he taunted.
“You just?”
“You can tell me to stop, you know? I’m not exactly everyone's dream catch.”
“What are you?”
“Save your questions until after. Just relax.”
“I don't know how-”
“Do you want this?”he cut you off, his hands on your shoulders.
“Yes.”
“Then, enjoy it.”
When you nodded, he slammed into you, making you cry out at his size. Pulling out, he then ruthlessly thrust back in, watching you gasp as your hands twitched, trying to grasp something. When you were still as good as tied up, he smirked before continuing, pulling out and pushing in, hands gripping your shoulders as he just enjoyed your wet pussy. You moaned as you adjusted to him, soft sounds leaving you as you threw your head back.
Finding the opportunity, while still fucking you he put a hand around your neck. When just the action made you grow wetter, you clenching around him as you were already about to break, he groaned as he lightly squeezed. You barely had the ability to say one word as your breath came out rigid and wheasy.
“You're mine. Nobody else's. Mine,”he grunted as he twitched inside of you. You couldn't help but moan louder as the pressure inside of you finally broke. Your eyes rolled back to your head as you let go, your body seeming to breathe a sigh of relief that what you had waited for so long was here.
Squeezing tighter, he cut off your oxygen before slamming into you again, making your legs shake. With a loud groan, he finished inside of you, filling you up. You couldn't help but notice his semon was almost unnaturally thick, sticking to your walls and thighs as a little bit spilled out of you.
He took his hand off your neck, something that brought back all your senses as you found yourself looking at him. You were breathing heavily as you stared into his lustful eyes, noticing how he seemed just as fine as before like he hadn't just left you trembling.
“Issac-fuck,”you were cut off as he sunk his teeth into your neck, harshly biting and leaving dark marks. His hands wrapped around your wrists, squeezing them while his thumb traced over your palm.
You cursed again as he bit harder before pressing his mouth against yours. You let yourself moan as he trailed his hands down your arms, giving you another tingling sensation. As you shuddered and wiggled your now free arms, he pulled away.
“I want my cum in your mouth.”
His voice was so casual, almost deadpan. The request was so straightforward, so simple. You couldn't say you had ever experienced anyone like that before. Then again, you hadn't actually experienced much people at all. Your fantasies usually remained just that. Fantasies.
Not this one though. Not him.
“What?”you asked, blinking in surprise.
“I want to watch my cum fall on your lips when you think you can swallow all of it,”he said with that charming yet devilish grin.
“But I can,”you argued. Sure. His cum was thick, but you were also sure it wouldn't be too much to swallow.
“Find out then,”he dared.
Every logical part of you still knew this was a really bad idea. That this was a stupid thing to be doing.
But you were both already here and he was satisfying your every need. The downsides and consequences could be worried about later.
He grabbed your chest before slowly trailing his hands down your stomach, taunting you. You desperately tried to move your legs, but the most you got was your back pathetically lifting off the bed. Of course, he paid absolutely no attention to it.
His hands covered your dripping cunt, his palm purposely brushing against your clit, making you gasp. He smirked at the small sound before running his hands down your legs, giving them use again.
“Do ya’ wanna find out, pretty thing?”he whispered, biting his lip as he looked you up and down. When you nodded, he stood, watching you sit up. Your head spun in confusion at the feeling that basically a stranger brought. Not that it stopped you of course.
Getting on your knees, you grabbed his cock with both your hands, starting to slowly pump. He seemed almost calm as he stared at you, waiting like this was some sort of game. And maybe it was to him. Hell, you didn't even know what it was to you. Just that it was very, very enjoyable.
Still looking at him, you licked his tip before pursing your lips around it, your tongue swirling along it. He let out a quiet and deep grunt but didn't make any move to stop the teasing.
Taking him deeper, you were barely able to fit him more than halfway in your mouth before he hit the back of your throat. You couldn't help but gag as he filled up basically every inch of your mouth, barely leaving room for your tongue that was trailing alongside him.
His hands suddenly reached for your hair, lightly pulling at it. You just bobbed your head, sucking and moaning around him. He let out more quiet yet quick breaths as he threw his head back, his hips thrusting into your mouth. You pumped what couldn't fit, doing your best to touch all of him, when he pulled your hair into a ponytail, forcing your face into him as he twitched inside your mouth. Your eyes filled with tears as your jaw tensed and gradually started to ache.
Groaning your name, he held you there as he finished, his salty seamen filling your mouth and indeed dripping past it despite his dick not having left. You did your best to swallow as it stuck to your cheeks. He waited another moment before pulling out.
You rubbed your jaw as you closed your mouth, making a face of displeasure. Taking his hands from your hair, he grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet.
“Here, darling. Let me help,”he smiled, cupping your cheeks as he brushed his lips against yours, lightly kissing you. You wrapped your arms around him as you kissed back, your tongue sliding along his bottom lip. He denied entrance, choosing to pull away instead.
That might have gotten on your nerves.
If the kiss didn't make your face feel completely fine.
“Better?”
“You're . . . fuck, I need you,”you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and desperately kissing him. He was much rougher, as though he wanted to see hickeys on your mouth. He slid his hands down your back before gripping your ass, lightly squeezing. You let out a small moan as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Holding you tighter, he placed you back on the bed in almost the same position, before thrusting into you. You felt hypnotized as he stood while effortlessly sliding his dick in and out of you. No meal could ever fill your stomach like this, could ever give anything inside of you such a satisfying feeling.
Throwing your head back, your back arched as you bit your lip. Your body was dripping in sweat as your eyes were barely half open. You were an absolute mess, falling apart at the unholy touches he gave you.
“Close,”you breathed out, clenching around him. He grunted as he twitched inside of you, obviously feeling the same. “I-Isaac-”
“Then cum, darling. Ya’ know how to do it,”he taunted, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. Your mouth fell open as your eyes shut, your face twisting in delight as you finished. Letting go of you, he quickly slammed into you again, sending a final wave of pleasure up your spine as he came.
You stayed there, needing a moment to recover.
He pulled out of you before grabbing your hips, adjusting you on the bed. You propped your elbows behind you as you awkwardly sat up, watching him open a drawer that was empty.
Or it was the last time you opened it.
He pulled a plain white shirt and black panties out. You grimaced at the unknown origin of the undergarments. When he turned around and saw, he simply reassured you they were brand new.
“How do you know that?”you asked slowly, gradually gaining an ability to think without your head instead of your pussy.
“Just do,”he said like that was any kind of answer. Still, you laid your legs flat, spreading your ankles so he could slide them on. There was no tingling this time as he pulled them up to your thighs. Just this natural sense of wonder of what kind of person, if he even was one, could he be.
You lifted yourself off the bed before he could help, letting him slide them up. He made sure they fit right around your hips, trailing his finger alone the hem, before being assured they did.
“I’ve got-”
“Arms up.”
You did as he said again, managing to lift your sore arms. He adjusted the sleeves past your hands, harshly grabbing your wrists for a moment, making you gasp as you squirmed. He couldn't help but smirk as he let go, pulling it down to your stomach. Brushing his hand over your chest, he got the wrinkles out. Still, he gave away his true intentions as he groped your breasts, his thumbs tracing over your clothed nipples. You whimpered and threw your head back, making him smile as he pulled away.
“Issac-”
“Good job, darlin’. You took me so well,”he praised, running a hand through your hair, tilting your head up, and kissing your temple. You closed your eyes, taking in his soft lips, until he pulled away, leaving you staring at him in awe. Walking around the bed, he picked up something from the once empty nightstand. You looked at him, watching as he handed you a cup of water.
“Here. Not too much ice,”he said, flashing that devilish smile.
“How’d you know?”
“I know a lot of things.”
“You just know and do a lot of things.”
“All for you.”
You couldn't tell if he was being serious. Maybe this was just his thanks for you letting him fuck you senseless. Maybe this was his usual aftercare after blowing a girl's back out. Maybe this was just him.
“I gotta say, I couldn't have had a better first time,”he remarked, once again seeming to read your mind. You remained silent, taking a sip from your glass, making you realize how thirsty you actually were. Bringing it back to your lips, you greedily chugged it, not even bothering to breathe as you hydrated yourself. Only when you ran out did you put it down, looking at him again as he slipped his boxers on, covering himself.
“You're hungry,”he stated as he met your eyes. There wasn't a question about it. You don't fuck until the sun goes down and then feel full as can be. The energy that took, no matter how great it felt, was exhausting.
“I didn't buy anything yet,”you admitted.
“Who said anything ‘bout that?”
“You have to have food to cook a meal,”you pointed out.
“It's already done.”
“It can't be.”
“Sure it can. Wanna see?”
Your curiosity was growing by the second.
Your ability to walk was not.
“I’ve got ya’, darling,”he seemed to read your mind, sweeping you off your feet, into his arms. You unconsciously wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him as he walked out of the room and down the stairs, his balance absolutely perfect despite your face being buried in his neck. Everything about him seems perfect.
Maybe it is.
He didn't struggle once, didn't stop to take any breaths, as he brought you to your kitchen. There, sitting on the table, was an entire dinner. Not just any dinner though. Your favorite one.
Pulling out a chair with one hand, he gripped your ass before sliding you into it, sitting you in front of the plate. You pulled yourself forward before he could, already biting into your meal. He stood over you, his veiny hand on your shoulder, as you did. He watched your face light up as you made a sound similar to one you just did, making him chuckle as he sat beside you. You were too consumed in your meal to notice, taking another bite with no questions asked. Putting his hands under his chin, he stared at the clock, waiting patiently until you finished your plate, finally filling you up in a different way. Your eyes widened as you realized how quickly it was gone before you sheepishly looked at him, wiping your mouth.
“So you have questions,”he said simply, seeming to gaze right into your soul. He essentially snapped you back into reality as you remembered why you were eating in the first place.
“I don't know where to start,”you realized.
“Well, what’d you think is important?”
“When I couldn't move, what was that?”
“Just a little bit of magic,”he said so casually you wanted to laugh. Magic? It was so simple but so unbelievable. All of it was unbelievable. It was unreal.
“How do you know so much about me?”
“Ask the question ya’ really want to ask,”he pushed, leaning forward in his seat.
“What are you?”you finally breathed out.
The room felt colder the second the words left your mouth, goosebumps traveling up your arms. Shivering, you rubbed your hands together while looking at him to see him completely unaffected.
Just as quickly as it was there, it wasn't.
“You’ve heard about the son of God, haven't you?”he whispered.
“We all have.”
“Have you ever wondered if the devil had one?”
“I . . . no. I can't,”you denied, your heart racing faster.
“Ya’ can't what, darling?”
“You’re beautiful. Charming. You can't be,”you trailed off, not even able to say the words.
“Can't be from hell? Or do you just not think you’d ever let anything from there so deep inside of you?”
“Why would you be here?”you tried to reason. Grinning at your question, he seemed to have been waiting for it. Like he knew everything you would ask before you did. At this point, that would be the least shocking thing to happen.
“You're a sinner.”
“But I thought everyone was?”
“Yes. But you're just one. You're impure lust. And you know it.”
“There are worse things to be,”you defended.
“Oh, of course. But yours is so bad you just let someone you met a few hours ago with magic fuck you. That's not something most people do.”
“I couldn't help it.”
“I’m not saying it's a bad thing. I certainly enjoyed it,”he promised, looking you up and down, making you bite your lip as you averted your gaze to the window. By now, it was pitch black outside. Even shadows would hide in the darkness.
“I enjoyed it too,”you whispered.
“I know. Which is why we have the important part of this now,”he said, his tone suddenly serious.
“Important part?”you echoed, looking back at him. Grabbing two candles from the center of the table, he pressed his fingers to one of the wicks. Before you could question it, a small flame was at the end. Staring at him in awe again, you watched his veiny hands as he did the same to the other one.
“You can stay here forever, exactly as you are. Nobody will question why you're gone, because they won't even know who you are. I’ll stay this exact way too, never changing but always near you. Anything you want will be there in the blink of an eye. I’ll be here. And when I’m gone for a few hours on your end, you’ll be just fine. Because I’ll be back before you know it. Nothing bad will come to you. Ever.”
You looked at the other flame, curiosity growing.
“Or you can wake up in your bed. This will have been a dream. And you’ll know it’s a dream because when you look this place up, it won't exist. I won't exist.”
“Can I think about this?”you requested, still trying to get over the whole sleeping with the son of Satan thing.
“You only have as long as my cum’s in you. Not my rule but still a rule.”
“What the hell kind of rule is that?”
“I don't think it's a great one either. I’m just the messenger here.”
“Yeah. And a demon.”
“Does that bother you?”
You stared between the two flames. They were identical, moving in the exact same way as the other. The white wax was unphased, as though it had done this before. And maybe it has. Maybe this was all something you should run from.
You could barely even walk though, much less run.
And he was certainly hard to want to run from.
“I was always advised against making deals with the devil. Make the wrong choice and your soul is gone.”
“There's nothing to take if you're here forever. And let's face it. We all know what the right one is supposed to be. The question is what do you want, Y/N? What do you want in life?”
You were suddenly aware of him dripping down your thighs, soaking your panties. He was more than inside of you, having filled you to the brim partly for this reason, partly because it was fun, and partly because white was definitely your color.
“What's the catch? Of staying here?”
“Unless I’m with you, you have to be in the house by sundown. If you don't, it’ll be like this was never real.”
“If I leave in the day, will there be any obstacle to getting back?”
“Just time itself.”
“And I’m just supposed to believe you?”
“You don't have to stay if you don't trust me. You just have to decide. A little quicker too. Your time is running out.”
Leaning forward, you looked between the two fates, each tempting in their own ways.
One of them had him though. One of them, if you were being honest, gave you everything you could ever want.
“I want to stay,”you answered.
“Go on then. Blow. You're real good at that,”he smirked, handing the candle to you.
Counting to three, you closed your eyes before doing so, waiting for something to happen. For this to have been some kind of test or the floor to split open or something insane.
There was nothing insane. Nothing more insane than him at least.
“That's it then?”you checked.
“That's it. You're my pretty girl now,”he grinned, grabbing your hand. When you accepted, he had your back on the table, plates pushed to the ground, making you yelp.
“I want to fuck you again,”he growled, his hands around your panties.
“Then, do it.”
Tearing them off so quickly the fabric ripped, he spread your legs before slamming into you, making you moan. Grunting, he grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands beside your head, his thrusts harsh and desperate. So deep. So good you could barely see.
“I-Isaac. Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,”you moaned, throwing your head back.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good. So fucking tight. So wet,”he groaned, pressing his chest against yours as you clenched around him, making him grow louder.
“I-Issac. Gonna-I’m gonna,”you tried to say, closing your eyes as you couldn't help but squirm. Letting go of your wrists, he found your hands, locking your fingers together before frantically smashing his mouth against yours, making a sound as he twitched inside of you. Whimpering, you gripped his hand harder, squeezing so hard he found himself biting your lip. When you got louder, back arching into him, he bit the top of your breast, causing tears to spring to your eyes. Biting harder, he left more marks as he twitched inside of you, groaning as you tightened around him. Grabbing your thighs, he spread your legs to watch you take his long throbbing cock. You got louder and louder, screaming his name as you broke, juices spilling down your thighs. Breathing out your name, he pulled out only to harshly shove himself back inside, cumming in your cunt.
You could barely move, this time because of pure exhaustion. Looking up, he watched you force your eyes open, meeting his.
“Good job, darlin’. Good job.”
With just those words, all doubts about this being the wrong choice left your mind.
Guys im backkkk here is some Issac fluff blurb for your troubles
Issac rolled his eyes as the metal pipe sound effect played in his headset for the hundredth time it seemed, he didnt know why he kept agreeing to do these stupid challenges. As he leaned back in his chair wondering how much winning this really meant to him he met eyes with you. When you heard that your boyfriend was doing a Last To Leave VC challenge you knew that you had to watch his descent into madness so you came over to stay at his house during the challenge. You grabbed some of the plushies you left at his house from the last time you stayed over, making yourself comfortable on the floor next to him. You scrolled through TikTok, occasionally showing him things you saw and quietly giggling at the other boys' quips and insanity. TikTok could only keep you entertained for so long and you couldn't talk to Issac since he was making the video so eventually you dozed off, leading to the current citation. Issac smiled as he looked at you sprawled over the floor loosely holding a shark-push. He turns back to his mic “Sorry guys I need to do something real quick” Pushing himself out of his chair he picks you up softly and moves you to the sofa across from his setup. Smiling at your sleeping self again he returned to his chair only to be greeted with the sound of a metal pipe, again.
Summary // I wondered how would To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before be if it was set in Teen Wolf? Then I made it. Y/N is Laura Jean, Stiles is Peter and Issac is just added for fun.
PART 1 (don’t ask when part 2 is cause idk)
Author’s note // this does not follow the timeline of the show, I just kind of made it with characters I liked and remember so this is DEF not historically accurate.
and of course it’s a love triangle ;)
WARNINGS// teen drinking, drunk kiss, swearing
You frowned at what was supposed to be your lunch from the school cafeteria and pushed the tray slightly away from you. Guess you would just have to wait till you got home to eat.
You looked around the cafeteria waiting for Stiles and Scott to come when Stiles slams open the door to the cafeteria. He makes a scared expression seemingly not knowing his own strength. He searches the cafeteria crowd for a few minutes, finally his eyes land on you and he begins marching over, clearly on a mission.
He sits in front of you, “Be my girlfriend” He states rather than asks.
You scoff, “Well hello to you too. I thought you would’ve maybe started off with something like, I don’t know, how has your day been?” You say slowly opening and drinking your water.
He grunts, closes his eyes and shakes his head quickly, “No I- I mean, pretend to be my girlfriend. I have this new theory I made up,” You hum in response for him to continue, “You see, I think this will work! If I make you my girlfriend, pretend obviously,”
“Obviously.” You agree
“I could make Lydia super jealous! So jealous in fact, that she’ll be dying to date me and bam! I have Lydia as a girlfriend!”
You look up from where you had been digging in your bag and watch him for a couple of seconds. You had been a transfer to Beacon Hills during your sophomore year; the pack instantly took you in and made you feel included.
“Well?!” He asks impatiently.
“I think it’s the worst idea ever. And anyways wouldn’t Lydia be more turned off that you have a girlfriend? Wouldn’t that make her go ‘whoa! he’s taken. Don’t want to mess with their relationship.’ And even if it did work, what would I get out of it?”
Stiles scoffs, “Like I haven’t thought of that? And you’ll get-“
You stop paying attention as Issac Lahey enters the cafeteria with all the new popular kids that seemed to turn gorgeous overnight. It was like they were on one of those makeover shows you and Allison watch together, super bizarre. You have been swooning over Issac as soon as he had his transformation. What could you say? The man was hot! And he knew it! It was like he was walking on air. And the way the light hits his chestnut curls. And the way his lips are plum and pink and you could only imagine what was under that shir-
“Y/N. Y/N… Y/N!” Stiles yells at you as you openly gawk at Isaac.
“Hmm?” You hum when Stiles puts his hands in front of your face.
“Wow, I didn’t realize you have the hots for Issac…” Stiles says with an unreadable expression.
You fluster, “What? I- I… No! I don’t- I-“ You falter and sign. “Okay, yeah, whatever.”
Stiles continues to stare at you for a while, his face still unreadable. A second later he snaps out of it, “Uh, but yeah! Yeah! That’s good! That means if we go through with this we could even make Issac jealous and then you could be with him!”
You let out a breath and look from Stiles to Issac. Issac, leaning back in his chair, clearly not a trouble in the world, surrounded by other good looking people all chatting and laughing.
Who knows this may actually work. And what’s the worst that could happen? Sure, Stiles was just a good friend but you’ve seen him go on dates and he treated each girl amazing.
You make a face as you contemplate more while Stiles sits on the edge of his seat staring at you, eager for your answer.
You lick your lips and sigh, “What’s Scott gonna say?”
“YES!” Stiles yells, pumping his fist in the air.
You widen your eyes and look around seeing if people were staring, they were. “Stiles!” You whisper yell. “Stop, people are staring!”
“Oh! Let them stare!” Stiles booms still on a high.
You scoff and hide your face as more people stare.
“What’s going on?” Scott’s ask as he stands next to the table, looking around.
“Oh, just that me and Y/N are now a thing!” Stiles starts off saying then yells the end, announcing it to everyone.
Your eyes go big and you feel your face start to heat up. You look over to where Issac is sitting and notice him staring toward your direction, slightly smirking.
“What?! I didn’t even know you two liked each other!” Scott says surprised.
“We were keeping it a secret.” Stiles coos, taking your hand and kissing it. Your cheeks grow rosy and you snap your hand back. Scott frowns.
“Uh, Stiles, sweetie,” you say through a forced smile getting up from the table and grabbing your bag.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He coos coming toward you.
“I think we need to have a little talk.” You fake coo through a forced smile.
“Oh, talk about wha-“ Stiles gets cut off by you grabbing his shirt in your fist and dragging him out the cafeteria.
Stiles laughs and looks at Scott’s confused face, “She can’t get enough of me!”
Y/N drags Stiles all the way to a secluded table in the gardens of the school. Y/N throws her bag on the table and laughs in disbelief. “What?” Stiles asks, clueless.
“What the fuck was that back there?” You ask in disbelief.
“Oh! I wanted to announce it and let everyone know. Then I laid it on thick.” Stiles grinned ear-to-ear, obviously proud of himself.
You stared at him with crazy eyes. “Oof, you’re giving me crazy eyes… I don’t know why…”
“Okay! We need rules!” You demand.
Stiles furrows his eyebrows, “Rules?”
“Yes, I can’t do this if you're going to act like that and we need to set boundaries.”
Stiles sighs and sits down at the table, “Fine, what kind of rules.”
“Okay,” you sit down too, “first of all, no cringey pet names.”
Stiles nods, “Okay I can do that.” it grows quiet as the both of you think, “Oh! I’ll pick you up before and after school.”
You stare at him confused, “But Stiles, I have my own car… And plus I get out super late because of Volleyball.”
Stiles shakes his head. “Nope, it's non negotiable. It’s what a boyfriend would do.”
You both sit in silence thinking. “Mmm!” Y/N pipes up, “No kissing on the mouth.”
Stiles makes a face of horror, “What? No kissing? How are people going to believe we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?!”
“You could still kiss me on the cheek or forehead but not on the mouth.”
“What…” Stiles mumbles in disbelief, looking around trying to make sense of anything.
“Yes, we’re doing this Pretty Woman style.”
“You know in Pretty Woman she lets him kiss her, like, in the middle of the movie!” He tries to argue.
You shake your head. “Nope, it’s non negotiable.” You smirk using his line back at him.
Stiles narrows his eyes at you then grunts, “Fine! But that means you’re coming with me to Lydia’s birthday party.”
Whoa! Lydia’s birthday party was the annual party where all teens got drunk and had sex upstairs in the rooms. She only threw these giant parties if it was going to be packed, if it wasn’t going to be wild she would cancel them.
But the more you thought of it, the more certain you were that this thing between you and Stiles would be long over. So, that’s the only reason why you tell him, “Okay. Let’s do this.”
He nods and puts his hand out for you to shake. You snort a laugh then go to shake his hand.
~*~
You were home sitting at your kitchen bar counter having breakfast, texting Allison everything that happened between you and Stiles. You knew you were supposed to keep it a secret but Allison is your best friend. You guys tell each other everything. When you overheard your mom mumble.
“¿Qué está haciendo él?” What is he doing.
You turn around in your chair and see where your mom is looking out the window, to find Stiles coming out of his jeep with a bouquet of pink roses. Your eyes widen in horror. No, no, no, no! You wanted to leave your mom out of this!
Your mom turns to face you with a questionable look on her face. “When were you going to tell me you are going out with him?”
“U-uh- uh, uh,” you stammer looking for an answer. The doorbell rings. You and your mom stare at the front door, both not moving.
Your mom goes to open the door. “Hi Ms. Y/L/N. I’m here to pick up Y/N.”
Your mom furrows her eyebrows at him, “Why? Is there something wrong with her car?”
You stifle a laugh as Stiles starts to stutter. “Ah, n-no, well, I-it's just that, Y-Y/N and I are k-kinda going out.”
Your mom turns to look at you with her eyebrows raised.
You let out a breath and gave her a shy smile. “Uh… yeah.” You tell her.
“Hmm.” Your mom goes and leaves the foyer and goes upstairs leaving you and Stiles alone. As soon as she’s gone you instantly shoot Stiles and ‘what the hell’ look as he shrugs his shoulders, looking around wide-eyed and nervous.
You take the flowers and throw them on the kitchen counter and grab your bag. You walk and push Stiles out the door and to the Jeep. “Bye, mom!” You call out before closing the door and locking it.
You sigh and look at Stiles like he’s insane. “Why the hell did you bring me a bouquet of flowers?!” You whisper yell as to not let your mom overhear, knowing she’s probably already watching from the front window.
“I thought it would be a nice touch!” Stiles whisper yells back, exacerbated.
“Okay! G-get in the car.” You still whisper yell. You and Stiles both fake smiles and get in the car as you see your mom standing in the front window now staring at the both of you.
Stiles goes to start the Jeep only for the engine to sputter. You let out a defeated sigh and mumble, “Oh god..”
“Don’t worry. It’ll start up right now.” Stiles tries the engine again, it again fails. You look up and see your mom still staring at the both of you. “Okay Stiles! Let’s go!”
He scoffs, “You don’t see me trying?!”
“Aww, shit.” You mumble defeated trying to ignore your mom’s piercing gaze.
Stiles tries again, this time the engine roaring to life. He laughs in disbelief, “Ah, ah. Okay and we’re off.”
You were starting to think this fake relationship would be a terrible idea.
~*~
You and Stiles walked into the school with Stiles’ arm draped over you. To say everyone was staring would be an understatement. People were turning around and gawking. Then they would whisper in their groups. “When did they get together?” “I thought they were only friends?”
You could feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. You never had this much attention on you. You turned down a hallway where Issac was up against a locker surrounded by people, laughing. You stared at him and he actually looked back at you. You were taken aback at him openly looking you up and down. Stiles saw this too and frowned. He moved his arm from around your shoulders down to your waist, pulling you into him more. You looked up at Stiles’ face to see him slightly glaring at Isaac. All Issac did back was deepen his smirk.
Further along the hallway you saw Lydia talking with a group of girls. Her attention catches when she sees you and Stiles, immediately she loses her train of thought leaving the girls in the group confused.
Wow, holy shit. Stiles’s stupid plan was actually working. You couldn’t believe it!
You and Stiles stop in front of your algebra class. He leans down toward your ear and whispers, “Nice job.”
You look up at him as he hands you a folded piece of paper. He smiles when you take it. He watches as you head into class, giving a quick glance towards Lydia’s direction. His smile deepens as he notices her staring.
~*~
It was now afternoon and the school day was coming to a wrap. You were in your last class of the day (chemistry) before volleyball practice would start soon. You had this class with Allison and also, to your constant attempts not to stare, Issac.
“I’m going to go get more test tubes.” Allison told you, you nodded, not taking your eyes away from the chemical you were pouring into the beaker.
“So… you and Stiles.” A smooth voice says next to you.
You snap your head to your side and see Issac sitting in Allison’s lab stool, casually leaning on the counter of the chemistry lab with the most charming smile on his face.
Your eyes shoot open wide as you snap your head back toward the front and slam the glass beaker a little too hard on the counter.
“Huua.” A noise escapes your mouth. You immediately clear your through. “Uh- I mean, h-hey Issac.”
His smile widens. “So you and him are together? Or was that just him clinging onto you with that little crush he has?”
Crush? Stiles never had a crush on you. It was always Lydia. Or at least that’s what you thought.
“Y-yeah. We got together recently.” You turn your head to see his reaction.
He hums. “Surprised he managed to get someone like you.” He very quickly looks your body up and down that most wouldn’t have caught him, but you did.
Your cheeks flush as a small smile plays on your lips. You both stare at each other, smiling softly. Your stomach does somersaults as his blue eyes bore into yours.
“Hey, they only had these old test tubes.” Allison announces not realizing the moment she’s ruining.
“I-“ you begin but Issac cuts you off.
“I should get back to my lab partner, but, I’ll see you around.” He smirks as he gently pinches your cheek and leaves.
You freeze and slowly turn your head to Allison as she looks at you with wide eyes.
She lets out a breathy laugh, “Did I just really stumble upon that?”
“Please tell me what you saw because I don’t even think I believe it…”
“I guess the plan is working?”
You grin and turn back around to your project.
After school Stiles waits for you in front of the Jeep, deep in conversation with Scott. So deep that he and Scott don’t notice you walking toward them.
“But that’s what I’m saying! Seeing her reaction to things is starting to make me feel attrac-“
“Hey guys!” You interrupt clueless to what Stiles was about to confess.
Stiles stutters caught by surprise. “H-h-hey Y/N.”
“What were you guys talking about?“
“Nothing!” Both the guys quickly yell.
You furrow your eyebrows looking between them suspiciously. “Okay…” you shake your head, “Stiles! I have to say this plan is fucking brilliant! It’s working so well! Issac was all over me today in chemistry and-“
“Whoa! What do you mean all over you?” Stiles frowned.
“Well, like, he physically wasn’t… But his eyes were!” You grinned and spread out your arms as you dreamily looked at the sky. You let out a gentle breath, “Is… is this what love feels like?” You snort a laugh, joking around. You look back down at the two boys staring at you with stunned expressions.
“Joke! Joke! It was a joke!” You exclaimed, putting your hands up in surrender.
“Uh… yeah… I’m gonna head out.” Scott announces quickly leaving you alone with a now upset Stiles.
“Alright, where do you want to eat? Mine, yours, or out?” You turn your head to the side as you question him.
He frowned, “I don’t care.”
“Okay… Then let's go to that new restaurant in old town?” You ask.
He only nods in return. You furrow your eyebrows as you both get into the jeep. What was his deal? This was his idea after all. Did he just not want to hang out with you?
You both sat in silence as Stiles drove to the restaurant. You in confused silence, Stiles in angry silence.
You were halfway to the restaurant until you finally cracked and broke the silence, “Okay, what the hell is your problem? You’ve been acting like a passive aggressive jerk.”
His eyebrows shot up as he let out a loud scoff, “Me? You're the one throwing yourself on Issac when, shall I remind you, you have a boyfriend!” He exclaimed the last part.
Now it was your turn to let out a loud scoff, “A fake boyfriend! And I don’t see why that’s a problem when that was the specific reason you, yeah, it was you if I have to remind you, came up with this plan!”
He sat staring at the road in annoyed silence, knowing you were right. It was his plan. But he didn’t expect to feel jealousy whenever he saw you with Issac or heard news about the two of you. He could only imagine that cocky bastard using sweet nothing liners on you and you completely falling for it. It made his blood boil. His fist tightened on the steering wheel just at the thought of it.
It was your plan, he thought. Why did he even create this stupid idea? Oh, right, Lydia. Was Lydia really worth all this? Stiles furrowed his brows as he contemplated. He did create this idea on the day Lydia wore her new skirt to class. He shifted in his seat, remembering her legs and the skirt that hardly covered her. Stiles then realized he’s never really looked at your legs before. And it was only fair to see if his fake girlfriend’s legs were-.... He side eyed you to see you staring out the window blankly. Once the coast was clear, he glanced down at your legs, seeing, to his dismay, you were wearing your spandex volleyball shorts. You had crossed your legs and leaned on the side panel unaware of Stiles now gawking at your legs.
“Stiles! Watch the road!” You shouted as the jeep started to drive off the road.
“Oh shit!” He turned back to the road with furrowed eyebrows as he thought of a story of him and Lydia to see if you would have a similar reaction to him.
“You know, I think the plan is working. Because Lydia came up to me in Algebra and started making random talk with me but the whole time she was running her hand up and down my arm.” He said with a sly smile.
He quickly gave you a side eye to gauge your reaction. You inhaled sharply and shifted in your seat with annoyance giving a quick glance his way, only to catch him giving you the side eye. This asshole was trying to make you jealous! Two could play that game.
You quickly moved out of your annoyance state and gave him a shit-eating grin. “Well! That’s great! Hey, maybe at the end of this we’ll both be in a relationship!” You chirped. And to your satisfaction, saw him grimace.
~*~
You both sat in a booth in this new cozy, hole-in-the-wall restaurant whose lighting was a bit too dark, especially for such an overcast day.
“I have a fettuccine alfredo and a club sandwich.” The server announced putting the correct dishes in front of you both. “So, do you kids know what you’re going to study at university?” She asked, trying to make light conversation.
But light conversation was the last thing you would call that subject. For Stiles it was the best question an adult could ask him, he loved this question. Hell, he already had a 10 year plan that, of course, happened to involve Lydia. But for you, it was a whole different story. You didn’t even know what you wanted to do tomorrow let alone 10 years from now.
As Stiles' rant about his 10 year plan came to an end the server looked over at you waiting to hear your answer, “And you, my dear?” immediate dread took over you.
You gave a quick smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Still undecided.”
“Oh! We’ll I hope you figure it out! Don’t want to be wasting time on your parents' money!” She chuckled as she walked away. Guilt immediately filled you.
“Hey, don’t listen to her. You’ll figure it out.” Stiles says softly.
You nod in response and start eating your fettuccine alfredo. “But… What do you want to do after high school?” He asks still in that gentle tone almost as if the question alone was some type of emotional bombing.
“I…” You trail off. “I- I don’t know.” You look up at him to see him looking at you with his full attention, not even picking up his club sandwich yet. “It’s like they tell you to go after your dream but never say how to, they expect you to come up with that part. But, it’s also like, what if I don’t have big dreams? None of my dreams include doing something in the workforce.” You look down, now quiet.
“What kind of dreams do you have?”
You let out a small sigh as you start to daydream. “To live on a little island in Greece and not have to worry about working the 9 to 5 or working until I’m at the age where I can finally retire but by that time I’m too old to do the things I wanted to try out.” You pause. He nods at you to continue, “I want to live a life where I’m free to do and go as I please. I want to try out new hobbies of interest. I want to surf, I want to try painting, I want to travel to different places and get lost in new cities. Fuck, like, I even want to do ‘lame’, you finger quote lame “stuff like learn crochet.” You finish and look up at him.
He has a dreamy look in his eyes as he looks at you, “I- I want to do those things with you. All of them. I want to go with you.” He confesses. Your heart soares.
“I’d like that.” You say softly, both of you staring and smiling at the other.
~*~
You open your front door to find Stiles looking down at his phone. When he hears the door open he looks up and lets out an exhale, “Okay, let’s go.”
You furrow your eyebrows, “Go where?”
He looks at you dumbfounded, “Didn’t you read my note I gave you earlier?” Your blank face causes him to groan and slump his body dramatically, “We’re going to that freshmen Liam’s party.”
You make a disgusted face, “I’m not going to some random freshmen’s party.”
“No! No! That’s what I thought at first too. I thought it was going to be a lame freshmen party but turns out everyone from school s’gonna crash the party. I mean like everyone.”
You make a face. “Is that what this Liam kid wants? Like what if his intention was some quaint little party with him and all his little freshmen buddies and now everyone’s going to crash and ruin his night.”
“Okay, you care way too much about some freshmen’s feelings,” He mumbles, “And this is something he wants! Throw a huge rager and become infamous at school your freshman year? Yeah! He wants this.”
You push out your lips to the side, “I- Uh- No.”
“No?!” He asked, shocked.
“No. Nope. I will not go.” You state crossing your arms for extra emphasis.
He lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “No, no! Parties are non-negotiable as per contract.”
Now it was your turn to let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Only non-negotiable party in contract is your little girlfriend Lydia’s party.” You threw in the little jab making him feel lighter knowing he was in fact making you jealous.
“Well, your little boyfriend will be at this party.”
You gave a surprised look, “He will?!”
He scoffed as he poked his tongue in his cheek, “Yep, knew you’d go for that.” He mumbled to himself.
You opened the door wide for Stilies to come in as you ran upstairs shouting “Just let me change.”
~*~
Stiles was in-fact right, this party was a rager. Liam’s two-story house was pouring out with people. Drunk teens littered the front lawn, passed out from drinking, their red solo cups still in hand. You could feel the vibration of the music as soon as you got out of the jeep. Stiles came up to you on your side of the jeep.
“I don’t know about this Stiles…” You mutter.
“What? No! It’ll be fun. C’mon.” His hand engulfed your hand and you couldn’t help but notice the size difference. It made you feel ‘warm fuzzies’ as Allison called it whenever she would describe her dates with Scott.
As the two of you walked through the house a lot of people you didn’t recognize greeted Stiles. You knew Stiles knew a few people from school but you didn’t think it came to this extent. Why would he only hang with you and Scott if he knew this many people? You were a bit perplexed to say the least. It felt like you morphed into a Twilight Zone episode where Stiles was a popular jock. Finally you recognized Scott and Allison in the kitchen, Allison sitting on the counter as Scott made them drinks.
“Hey!” Allison called as she saw the two of you making your way to the kitchen.
“How are the lovebirds?” Scott slurred a little as he handed Allison her drink.
Stiles grinned as he whispered something in Scott’s ear causing Scott to have a shit-eating grin plaster his face. “Whoa! No way!”
You and Allison both look at each other with quizzical looks. Allison shakes her head, “Men. Will never understand the species. What do you want to drink? There’s vodka, peach schnapps, henny and more.”
“Hmmm. I don’t know. Can you make me something please?” You stretch out the word please.
“Coke and Malibu?” She questions. You frown and shake your head, “Hm! Dirty shirley?”
You gasp in excitement, “Yes!”
As the party progressed, even more people came making you question how much more full could this house get? Stiles and Scott were now retelling funny lacrosse stories. You never knew how much Stiles was the life of the party, he brought almost like a light to the party. He was definitely charming everyone.
“No! I yelled ‘Coach you don’t know what you’re doing with that racket!’” Stiles exclaimed retelling a story to a, now, group of people. You all laughed at the joke. You were four dirty shirleys in and to say you were feeling a bit tipsy would be an understatement.
As Scott and Stiles started retelling another lacrosse story, you surveyed the party. People crowded the living room, making it into a makeshift dance floor playing old 80’s disco songs. Now that you thought about it, who the hell was on aux? 80’s disco? What was this Ma? A figure caught your eye. Issac was standing outside by the poolside. He seemed to be doing the same as you, surveying the party. You waited until his eyes found yours. You were feeling bold from all the booze and decided to give him a flirty smile. He raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded in acknowledgement. “I’ll be right back.” You told the group as you walked over to where Issac was standing.
You felt like spilled liquid creeping to the edge of a counter. The feeling of liquid courage helped relax your body that you now walked with a little swing in the hip. You walked right up to Issac’s group as he smirked at you.
“Hi. Do you want to go somewhere a little more, quiet.” You purred staring into his blue eyes.
He grinned “What took you so long?” He put his arm over your shoulder as you both led each other into the woods behind Liam’s house.
It was a beautiful clear night, you could see the stars so clearly as if someone lassoed each one and brought them closer to earth. You and Issac were sitting crossed legged across from each other, knees touching, and huge smile on both your faces.
“You're pretty.” Issac slurred badly but all it made you do was giggle.
He started rubbing his palms up and down your thighs, causing your breath to hitch. “Tell me when to stop.”
You shook your head “Don’t stop.” Even though you were both in the woods the moon was so full that it illuminated the area. You furrowed your eyebrows now noticing how bright it was for nighttime, you looked up and the moon was huge!
“Whoa! Look at the moon!” You exclaimed in your drunken state. “When the moon hits your eyes like a big pizza pie that’s amore,” You sang, not paying attention to Issac's reaction.
Issac stared at the moon with horror-stricken eyes. Of course this would happen tonight, the night you finally choose to come up and make a move on him. He thought maybe he wouldn't shift, if he tried and controlled it hard enough just maybe it wouldn’t happen. But then you turned to Issac and all the control went out the door.
“Hey, Issac, I always wanted to tell you how attractive you are.” You slurred heavily. His mouth opened, shocked at the confession. “I just want to try something. Tell me when to stop.” Your hands now found his thighs and started rubbing them. His breath hitched as the urge to shift became more uncontrollable. You leaned in, your lips ghosting his but not quite touching him. His heart was pounding, until finally you gave him a deep passionate kiss.
Issac immediately pulled away and turned away from you, hands on the floor as he groaned.
“Issac?” You asked confused. Was the kiss that bad? You thought, Damn, maybe you needed more practice.
You frowned as Issac now groaned louder, his back hunched to you. “Uhh, Issac?” You asked now, a little paranoid it might be something worse than being a bad kisser.
“Go back to the house!” He demanded but now in a deeper voice.
You were stunned. What the hell is going on? “Issac, I told you to stop me if you were uncomfortable. I’m sorry if I made you feel-”
“It’s not you- it’s-” And then he gave a final extremely loud shout as his body shifted into werewolf form.
You were horror-struck as you looked at his now wolf form. His large fangs, his fur, his red eyes. You immediately crawled backward, too scared to even stand up and run. “What the fuck?!” You screamed.
You stared into the red eyes as his now deep voice said, “Please don’t tell anyone.”
You now registered you could get up and immediately started running back toward the house. Your lungs felt like they were going to explode by the time you found Stiles in the living room dancing with Lydia. Okay, fucking really? You leave for twenty minutes and he’s over here dancing with Lydia? Well you did just kiss Issac… Uh! We’ll save that for another day.
“Stiles!” You yell out of breath as you bump into him.
“Owh!” He gets the wind knocked out of him.
“We gotta go! Issac- He’s- he’s-!” You stutter in a frenzy.
“What the fuck did he do?” Stiles asks now stern and angry.
“Let’s go!” You grab his hand before he can say anything more and drag him through the body of people dancing to Kc And The Sunshine Band. Seriously, what is up with this music at this party? Is Liam’s mom dj or something? The two of you ran out toward the jeep.
Stiles pulls out of the driveway frazzled by your emergency. “Okay! What happened?!” He asks now on the road.
“I- I don’t know! One minute we’re kissing then the next he’s fucking transforming-”
“Wait…you kissed him?!” He asks, outraged.
“That’s not the point! Issac is a fucking animal!”
“You’re damn right he is! Did he kiss you or did you kiss him?”
“No! Stiles I’m serious! His eyes went red, he had fur on him and I mean like fur! He had fangs for god’s sake!”
Stiles went quiet.
“Hello? Do you believe me?!” You ask, still frenzied.
“Me and Scott tried to keep this away from your life as hard as possible.” He muttered.
“What?!”
You watched as he got out his phone and dialed a number. “Hey, it’s time for Y/N to know.”
ALUCARD tries to be the brains for you. He’s organized, and tries to put things in order for you. Sometimes he even finishes your sentences for you because of how long it takes you to search for the last word. Also, when you forget where you placed things as well, Alucard knows where they are. He does find it cute though as this characteristic of yours makes you very sweet.
TREVOR doesn’t like how absentminded you are. You could get hurt when he’s not there because of how easily distracted you get. He keeps in mind to keep you out of very dangerous battles. Thumps your forehead to make you focus sometimes. It’s a form of “clearing your mind” for him. Doesn’t like the excessive talking or fidgeting, he can hardly keep up when you forget something.
ISSAC snaps his fingers at you to get you to focus. Like Trevor, you getting distracted easily is a big danger, and it worries him. He’s even wondered how you’ve survived for so long. Doesn’t mind your excessive talking, but your fidgeting is what gets him because you can’t stay still. Somewhat apathetic to your scatterbrained mindset, but loves you regardless.
HECTOR is the same way? Only when the time calls for it. Loves when you rant about something, the conversation can go on for hours. Disorganization comes with the package, but he’s good at locating things. He too thinks that being too birdbrained can lead to unwanted dangers so he tries to protect you.
GODBRAND is more confused than anyone when he sees how distracted you get it. He too finds it cute how you switch from one thing to another so quickly. Well, he is a Viking and they do live for dangerous thrills so he doesn’t consider your lack of concentration, “dangerous”. Does keep an eye out for you because of how hyperactive you are.
DRACULA isn’t naturally worried. You are in the castle most of the time and he doesn’t mind your lack of attention of things because there’s so much to explore. He does try to make you focus on one thing sometimes, even seeing how long you concentrate on that one thing. He’s good at keeping conversations and loves when you ask him many questions about him or his castle.
