#mclahey fluff

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fluffy dialogue prompt for steph and isaac: "I won't stop hugging you until I get a kiss!"

"Isaac let me go."

"No."

"eh! Isaac!"

"Nope."

"We are in the middle of the clinic!" "Don't care."

Steph sighed, slumping into her boyfriend's embrace. She had to work late, since there were a few late minute walk ins for minor aches and pains and neither Scott nor Deaton were around, leaving her to deal with it. All the while with Isaac wrapped around her.

She rolled her eyes at the most recent row of arguments, just wanting to get the last couple of things done. She'd offered dinner, movie choices, taking a break from work, anything to no avail. Well, not everything, but she was at work and trying to keep a modicum of professional decorum.

"Is there really nothing else I can offer you?" She whined, trying to move around so she could finish cleaning. "Nothing at all?"

"I already told you what I wanted." She could hear the pout as he spoke into her hair. "It was your refusal that started all this."

"Isaac..." She threw her hands into the air, spinning in his arms to face him, her hands on his chest. "The owner of the last pet could be here any second, please just pick something else."

"Well then, it seems like we're at an impasse." He said, smiling down at her, using his baby blues against her. "Because I won't stop hugging you until I get a kiss."

He leaned down at her silence proverbial tail wagging as if he was finally going to get what he wanted. And he really thought so too, until she pushed at his face, and turned around again, shoving supplies into his hand.

"If you're going to be a pain, you can at least be a useful one." She grumbled. Shuffling them over to the cabinet and putting her own supplies away. "Put those on the top shelf."

Isaac stayed behind her a minute blinking in surprise as he looked between the gauze rolls in his hand and her. After she felt him freeze she looked up at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Did you want me to give your kiss to Mr. Whiskers instead?"

"No ma'am."

"Good, then let's finish cleaning up this mess you caused by turning into the worlds worse backpack."

He chuckled, doing as she asked, placing a kiss on her forehead. "As you wish, love."

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Isaac and Steph + #7 for the Spotify ask.

7. Bubbly - Colbie Caillat

Lyric: Honestly, I can’t pick, this whole song is just them…I can’t…But for the sack of argument we’ll say it’s the chorus.

Long fingers gently combed through Steph’s hair, morning sunlight threatening to burn through her eyelids as Issac held her, going through his motions in his sleep. She’d been awake for a little while at this point, just enjoying the warmth and safety of him in her bed. She knew Danny would kill her if he found her, but she’d been careful letting him in last night. She’d gotten pretty good at blocking his senses past her door, and using her abilities to mess with her brother’s. It allowed her such comforts as her boyfriend cuddling her in the early morning light. As the morning light burned brighter though, she scrunched up her face, nuzzling into his neck in an attempt to block out the sun, causing him to wake up, and chuckle lightly at her.

“Morning, Love,” He mumbled, his morning voice sending pleasant chills down Steph’s spine as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Sorry if I woke you. You looked so relaxed, I couldn’t bring myself to move.”

She hummed slightly, shaking her head. “I’ve been up…I didn’t want to wake you.” She tilted her head up to kiss his jaw, smiling as the barest amount of scuff tickled her nose.

He shook his head at her confession, squeezing her closer to him as he kissed her forehead, and her cheek, and her nose, and finally her lips. She smiled at all of it, pulling him closer for the last one. Isaac also smiled, cupping his hand around her jaw to pull her closer. They lay like that for a moment before she pushed him away, feeling his other hand move down her side. She shook her head, laughing at him lightly, while she placed a hand on his chest.”

“We keep that up and Danny is bound to find you…” she said resting back into the crook of his neck, “Which would totally ruin my plan for us to hide away in here all day, Not a care in the world until well until we have to.” She gulped trying not to think of the full moon, as she turned into him more. She worried about him, about all of them, and wasn’t sure how she could help. She jumped slightly as Isaac started to absently run his fingers through her hair again, relleasing tension she wasn’t even aware had manifested in her body. She sighed as he twirled some of the coppery strands around his finger, letting them fall ingo small, hand-made ringlets. After a moment he spoke, speaking her worries aloud. She often wondered if he was the psychic or whatever instead of her.

“You’re nervous about tonight…aren’t you?” He said, his cheek resting against the side of Steph’s head as she nodded slightly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Her hair tousled next to my face as she shook my head against him. She didn’t look at him, and didn’t say anything, feeling him sigh under her. He brought two fingers to her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. She tried to look away, but there was something about the sincerity of his eyes that made her pause.

“You know I won’t let anything happen to you, right?”

Steph smiled at him, placing her hand on his chest as she touched their foreheads. “I know, it has nothing to do with me feeling safe. That’s easy when I’m with you…I just… I want to help, but I don’t know enough about my abilities, and I’m sure Danny’s going to try and lock me up here.”

She sighed, rubbing at her nose. “It’s you guys I worry about…” She pulled herself up to look at him better, trying her best to convey her concerns. Isaac searched her gaze for a moment, as if trying to pick out every thought hidden there, before giving her a small smile. Sitting up, he pulled her into his chest, enveloping her with a hug. His warmth surrounded her like a blanket as he rested his chin on top of her head.

“I’ll be okay.” His voice soothed her as she held onto him, her hands shaking with emotion. “Hey, I promise I will.”

Steph looked up at him, thinking of everything he did, all that they went through, and even everything he made her feel. She couldn’t doubt him, not now, not when he needed her to trust him most. So, she brushed away her worries, and she nodded, offering a smile.

“Okay.”

This went from fluffy to angsty really quick, but ya know what, those feelings can go either way, sooo...I think it worked out. Hope you enjoy my babies!

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13 + McLahey?

Okay a balm for the sadness, this can work! 

Song: The Starship Avalon (Main Title) Thomas Newman 

Lyric: None, just vibes

Steph glanced at the stars, her mind in a faraway place that even Isaac couldn’t guess. She was sitting on the roof, right where her brother Danny had said she was. She had no shoes on, just fuzzy socks and a large blanket she was cocooned in. She looked so small up there, even though he knew she wasn’t much shorter than him. He wondered what made her feel that way. 

Making his way into the house, he gave out a small greeting to Dan before going to the attic stairs. stooping through the window, he was next to her in but a few minutes, her calm aura already smoothing his tense muscles. So she wasn’t upset then, that’s good at least. 

She turned, as if sensing his thought, a small smile playing across her lips as she met his gaze. She beckoned him over, opening up the blanket when he was close. Placing a fleeting kiss on her temple, he settled next to her, positioning her between his legs so she could lean into his chest, the warm fabric hugging both of them. 

“Been up her a while, Puffin.” He murmured as she sighed into his body heat. “You’re brother sent out a distress call.” 

“Physical or the less fun way?” She sighed, tilting her head so that her nose brushed his cheek. 

“He texted.” Isaac chuckled, rubbing his hair with his free hand. “Big thinking night?” 

“Yeah...” She trailed off softly. “Not all bad though.” 

“what about?” His eyebrows rose with curiosity. “Anything you want to share?” 

She shrugged, “Just taking in the stars, thinking about the vastness of the universe.” 

He smiled slightly, knowing there was more to it than that, but that she needed to work herself up to it. Sure enough, a couple heartbeats later, she continued. 

“I just can’t believe that in a world full of so many possibilities and choices, and just...existence that I got so lucky, ya know?” 

“Lucky?” He snorted, “Given our friends and a majority of our high school experience I’d beg to differ, Steph.” 

“Oh I’m not saying that it was perfect.” She scoffed, elbowing him in the ribs lightly. “But it got me a bigger family, got me my memories....you....” 

She dropped her head suddenly, as if trying to stop herself from saying something else. He placed his and on her cheek, forcing her to look at him. Without prying, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, smiling as she relaxed against him. Pulling away, she looked into his eyes, her eyes shining with starlight. 

“It just makes me feel pretty lucky, even if I’m still slightly embarrassed to say it.” 

He nodded, looking up at the sky with her until she fell asleep in his arms, still unsure of how he could tell her the same thing himself. 

Spotify Wrapped Ask Game...with a Twist     

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for the kiss prompt, #7 for isaac and steph 😊

7. Routine Kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing.

I was super close to doing the other one for McLahey, to thanks for sending in an ask for them!! 

It was always the little things that made Isaac love his girlfriend. The way she would get trapped in a book, but still tilt her head to the side to accept the soft temple kisses he gave her as a greeting whenever he saw her, to the times that she subtly would spurn him when he was angry at her. Though it hurt when he did it, it was better than being yelled at or other memories resurfacing. Something she knew, whether he wanted her to or not. 

Then again, she always had that unnatural ability, even before her powers. Like when she found him that day in the alley, or she’d look his way in the hallways and give her a rare smile that meant more than he could have told her at the time. Little things that showed she cared, and that he mattered. Like the first time he went to visit her after lacrosse practice only to find her sitting on her bed, washing his clothes of all things. 

He’d gone into autopilot, walking over to her, only pausing just shy of her waiting temple as she spread the wide shoulders of his t-shirt straight. Then, upon seeing that it was a practice Jersey, realized it wasn’t her brother’s laundry. 

“Hey Steph...” He started, slowly dropping his gear and leaning against the dresser next to her. “How, when and why are doing my laundry?”

A frown tugged at the corner of her mouth when he retreated, her eyes never leaving her task. Once she’d finished, she turned to face him, the scene before him something he wasn’t accustomed to. There were dress shirts on hangers and draped on the footboard, and jeans folded neatly in a pile near them, a pile of shirts before her as she leaned against headboard with her legs crossed. Steph looked up, a distracted look on her face.

“Hmm?” She hummed, leaning forward to add the shirt to the pile with the others, glancing towards him. “Oh, this? Well I went to see you, I forgot you had practice, and Derek wasn’t around, so when I went into your room-”

She gasped suddenly, her face flushing in a nervous sort of way. She folded her arms to her chest, the newest shirt she’d grabbed crumpling into the folds of arms. “Oh God, you’re not particular about this kind of thing are you? I mean I just did a warm wash with a cold rinse, but I made sure to separate them by colors and clothing. God I’m stupid! I’m sorry, I should have asked or something. It won’t ha-”

She was stopped when he leaned forward, pressing not one, but several kisses upon her temple, not stopping until she started to giggle, the action starting to tickle. “That’s more than the usual hello.” 

“Couldn’t help myself,” He shrugged, reaching a hand forward to touch the tip of her nose. “You just look too cute when you get those worry lines.” 

“Yea, well when you come in and start questioning me, it makes me feel like I did something wrong.” She grumbled, wrinkling her nose, shrugging him off and returning to her shirt folding. “Now are you going to help me or not? Danny won’t be back until late tonight, so I could cook us dinner.” 

She paused her eyes noticing his damp curls and the way his shirt clung to him. Then she looked to the lacrosse back, and sighed, pointing to  the bathroom across the hall. “On second thought, go shower first, then if there’s anything left over you can help.”

He laughed, grabbing a set of clothes from the pile and kissing her forehead, “Yes, Ma’am.”

She growled, throwing a pair of his boxers at him, “Don’t Ma’am me, Lahey! I’m your girlfriend, not your mother.”

He stuck his head out from the door with a wink, “Coulda fooled me, Puffin.” He teased, closing the door as she threw one of his shoes at him.

Send me a pairing and a Fictional Kiss! 

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since you're doing spotify wrapped asks: steph/isaac and number....37! (also GWEN MY LOVE I MISSED YOU! 💙)

since you're doing spotify wrapped asks: steph/isaac and number....37! (also GWEN MY LOVE I MISSED YOU! 💙)

I missed you too Mack! Thank you for always checking in on me! You’re the best!

37. All About Us - He Is We

Lyric: Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance. I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down (we’re gonna go for young!McLahey I think with this one. And it’s one line for each)

Steph and Isaac weren’t sure what they were doing next to each other at their fifth grade graduation -progression, whatever, it was stupid in her dad’s opinion- dance. The past few years had been strange, the two of them trying to navigate being friends when their once tight night families parted ways. They weren’t told the reasons, and they didn’t really want them. They were best friends and then suddenly they were told they weren’t. They hated not seeing each other’s siblings anymore, or parents even. Steph in particular felt terrible that she couldn’t help him with his mom who’d been getting sicker and sicker with each passing month.

So there they stood, realizing that Middle School was going to change everything. They didn’t have the same teacher anymore, and weren't going to have all the same classes. They might actually stop being friends. Neither of them wanted that, but they had no way of coming to a resolution. They knew they should be enjoying what they had until it lasted, but the changes in their lives the past couple of years made it easy for them to reflect on the negative.After a while, a song came on, that made Steph smile, turning to face him.

“I love this song, Danny and I dance around my living room to it all the time!” She bounced excitedly. “Wanna join me?”

Isaac glanced at her, big eyes shining bright, and her copper braids bouncing against her shoulders. A small, shy smile spread on his face at her energy before hearing her question. He frowned then, not sure what to say. He hasn’t really danced with anyone before, let alone a girl. He felt guilty as she took his silence as a no, her form slowly deflated, turning from him.

“I-I’m sorry, I can go ask someone else…” She pointed her thumb to the throng of other kids. As he followed it, he couldn’t help but notice that she unintentionally had pointed in the direction of a dancing Stiles Stilinski.

Well, dancing would be too generous of a term for the stumbling boy and his uncoordinated limbs, but either way it was enough to change the blonde’s mind. He couldn’t quite look at her, but offered his hand, which she blinked at before grabbing it enthusiastically, practically ripping her arm off as she dragged him among all the other kids. She let go of him only to take his shoulders and position him just the way she wanted. When she was done, she took his hands and faced him. ‘

“Ready?” Her eyes sparkled, giddy with a joy he hadn’t seen on her in a while. He hated to ruin it, but he had to with his hushed, but very important confession.

“Steph…I don’t know how to dance…” He blushed lightly as she looked at him with a confused head tilt.” W-with a girl anyway.”

“Oh, is that all?” She shook her head, a grin brightening her whole face. “That’s easy, silly I’ll lead! And don’t worry if you step on me. I used to do it Danny all the time.”

And so he did, he watched her movements and mirrored them, listening to each instruction and glowing with every praise she had to offer. Soon, she stopped, and after a few songs had gone by, he was the one leading her. At one point he even pulled from her, feeling brave enough to spin her like she’d told him about. It was her turn to be nervous though, after all, she was slightly taller than him at this point and she didn’t want to topple and knock him over. When she said as much, he just shrugged, a small smile forming on his face.

“You say that like I’d let you fall in the first place.”

Little did they know that she would indeed fall, just now in the way he’d meant on that day that tied them by that fundamental pull that is the red string of fate.

(Okay this one was cute....and I love it. Probably a bit unrealistic, but I don't really care. I hope you liked it, Mack!!!)