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Randomizing my Prompts to write an Isaac Lahey oneshot, which is probably only gonna make me cry more.
Mentions of: Major character death, spoilers, Cursing, Heartbreak, Marriage and Children, pregnancy, violence in rage cages, confrontation. She/her pronouns. Please notify me for any other mentions I may need to add.
Pairings: Pack x Reader (Platonic Friendship), Stiles x Reader [(brotherly) (If you don’t look like Stiles, you can imagine the reader as adopted, I just like the idea of Stiles as a protective brother.), Isaac x Reader (romantic).
Prompts: A10 "You came into my world and you made it worse" and A14 "Just stay"
Word count: 3,381 words
~-~-~
Allison is dead.
She is gone.
And there is nothing we can do to bring her back.
It hurts like hell.
But what made it worse.
My boyfriend told me the next week he was leaving for France.
And breaking up with me,
Because he can't do long-distance.
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"What do you mean you're leaving?" I said to him, tears running down my face, and he could hear every trickle. He wouldn't even look at me.
"I'm leaving (Y/N), I can't stay here. Mr. Argent is going to France, and I'm going with him."
"Why can't you stay? You don't have to leave. It's not like the McCall's won't let you stay at their place."
"It's not that," he sighed, exasperated at my attempts to make him stay.
"Then why can't you stay? Just stay with me." He turned to face me at that.
"(Y/N) I can't do it. This town is full of death and pain. My dad, Erica, Boyd, Allison, Aiden. DON'T YOU SEE?" his voice was full of hurt. "I can't sit around and wait for someone else to die, for me to get closer, and for them to die. I can't do it (Y/N)."
"Isaac… your pack is here. We're here. I'm HERE!"
"But for how much longer? How much longer until you die too (Y/N)?" He turned back around and continued packing. "I don't think this is going to work."
"What? What do you—?" The tiny beaver dam holding my tears had already burst, but the floodgates holding back my sobs had just cracked at his words.
"Isaac, what do you mean?" Complete silence.
"(Y/N) I can't wait for you to die. And I sure as hell can't protect you from five and half thousand miles away." His voice was just above a whisper, but it was enough for me to hear.
I sobered up, my tears stopped coming, my heart dropped, but it wasn't as erratic as before.
"So that's it then. You're just giving us up?"
He said, "Just leave (Y/N)... you can't change my mind on this."
"No. Say it, and say it to my face. Say it, and I'll leave, but I need you to say it." I choked up in between words but managed to get the sentence out nonetheless.
He turned around. "I'm breaking up with you. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"No, It's just what we both needed to."
I turned on my heels and left. I immediately went to Lydia's house.
The music playing on the radio sounded all the same to my ears, no matter how different the melody.
I didn't look back. If he wanted to leave, I would let him go. I knew I didn't deserve that. But that realization didn't prevent the way I felt for the next month to come.
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Lydia and Kira tried putting me back out there, setting me up with other guys. Many people tried to break down the walls I put up, but Stiles, being the overprotective brother he is, never let them get close. Every time Isaac came up in a conversation, Malia would swear to the air. Giving empty threats to no one in particular, seeing as how he was never coming back.
I don't think I ever fully healed. He always came back to my thoughts, it was senior year's end, and I still thought of Isaac from time to time. Fondly or otherwise, it really depended on my mood.
I still thought of him coming back, apologizing, us getting married after college, settling down in the suburbs of California, and having a family. Our kids, a boy and a girl loving their fun and witty Uncle Stiles so much they ask for him to come over all the time.
"Uncle Stiles!" Grace and Tyler shouted and jumped away from their toys when he walked into the room.
Isaac stood behind me, his hand on my stomach where our next child rested. He chuckled, his face buried in my neck, lightly nipping at the skin in between my neck and shoulder.
"How are my favorite niece and nephew?"
"Silly Uncle Stiles! We're your only niece and nephew." Gracie, who was seven, stated as-a-matter-of-factly.
"That doesn't mean you're not my favorites," he sassed before extending both of his hands and tickling them, where they fell to the floor.
"Come on, let's leave them be." I turned to Isaac before backing out of the room.
As I said, I was about to graduate, and I still thought about him.
But on days near the full moon, where my "bloodlust is heightened" as Stiles would say, I would go to rage cages to take out my anger. Often imagining the objects to be Isaac's head. His gorgeous head, but soon blasted to smithereens.
I walked into the building, people wore goggles and other protective equipment. I paid my fees, accepted the safety suit and the wooden baseball bat, and walked towards the room. The room with the breakable shit that would soon be shattered for my sick enjoyment. Because that's what heartbreak can do to you.
SMASH
There goes a plate, but to me, it was his head.
The sound of glass breaking resonated through the room.
That was a TV, but to me, it was his gut.
A dull thud
But that time, it was the wall.
Sometimes when I saw my friends who were happy in their relationships. Sweet moments they shared would make me think of my relationship with Isaac and wonder if that's how they felt when they were heartbroken. When Isaac and I would be doing lovey-dovey things in front of them.
"ISAAC STOP! PUT ME DOWN NOW!"
He was spinning me round and round. My torso was leaning over his shoulder onto his backside, and my legs were dangling by his chest.
"No can do, princess!"
"Isaac, this isn't fair. Stop it!"
"What's the magic word?"
"Hmm…. How about… I'll literally kill you?"
"Fine."
He set me down on my feet on solid ground, and very dizzy at that, he still pulled me in for a passionate kiss. And the world stood still.
He always knew what I needed and how I was feeling.
But that didn't stop him from walking out of my life without a second thought or notice.
I remember when Mr. Argent came back, and I was frantically asking where Isaac was.
"Mr. Argent! Hello!"
"Hello (Y/N)."
"How have you been holding up recently."
"Life has been as good as life can be."
Beat.
"Um… Forgive my inquiry…" I hesitated. "Did Isaac come back with you, by any chance?"
"No, he preferred to stay in France. I'm sorry." My heart dropped
"Oh. Well, has he asked about us? About me?"
The deafening silence made my heart stop completely.
"Oh. Ok then. Nice having you back." I ran before he could say anything
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It was graduation.
After the ceremony, we had a party in the backyard of Lydia's house. I guess it was to celebrate, not graduating, but making it through high school alive.
And guess who decided to show up.
Isaac Lahey.
In a fucking black suit, with a white collared shirt, with white tulips in his fucking hands.
I didn't notice him at first. Not until Stiles' fist connected with his jaw.
"Ok, I deserved that." Blood from his lip started running down his chin.
We made eye contact, and I wished we hadn't. His face softened and reminded me of every single time he told me he loved me.
My legs started walking to him mindlessly. I didn't even know what they were doing. It was as if I was a doll being controlled by someone else.
When I got to him, he reached out to me. I responded by slapping his hand away and bringing my fist to the other side of his face.
"There. It's even."
~-~-~
He'd been here two weeks.
I hadn't uttered a single syllable to him since 'It's even' I had run back inside to Lydia's bathroom and locked myself in there. Lydia, Malia, and Kira came to my rescue a little bit later with all my comfort foods. We watched stand-up comedy movies until we passed out.
I didn't know who kicked out Isaac, and I didn't want to know. Stiles just came to the room a little bit after I left to tell me he was gone. He didn't say anything else.
I thought I could get away with not talking to Isaac for the rest of eternity, but I was hit with reality sooner than I thought.
My phone lit up with a message from an "Unknown ID." All it said was, 'I'm outside.'
I put on my sandals and walked outside to my front door, where the sapphire-eyed love of my life stood, eyeing me as though his life depended on it.
"You do know I have a gun inside that Mr. Argent gave me, right?" I bluffed.
"Your heartbeat jumped, so either you're lying, or you're excited to see me and wouldn't use it anyway."
"Fuck you."
"There's the (Y/N) I knew all those years ago."
"Yeah, before you left and never said anything after that."
"You're an asshole, you know that?" I deadpanned, squinting my eyes when a breeze blew past me.
He was attractive, and I couldn't deny it.
He was wearing a cardinal red and gold hoodie. The jumper read the words "Stanford University." Just my luck that we would end up going to the same school.
"You know that I never meant to hurt you."
"No, you just wanted to save your own ass from a natural human emotion of grief and instead had me experience so fucking much of it in your absence."
"Do you know I still remember the entirety of our last conversation?" I continued. "The one that ended with you telling me you were breaking up with me?
He looked at me solemnly.
"You gave me no heads up, no warning. I just walk into your room at Scott's house and find you packing. If I hadn't gone there, I wouldn't have known."
He looked at the ground. I began stomping towards him.
"You can't just show up here and expect everything to be normal again, Isaac," I shouted. "You can't show up here and expect everything to be ok without addressing the fucking issue."
Nothing, his eyes, and the air around him reflected shame, but he said absolutely nothing.
"LOOK AT ME!"
"Look at what you did. You changed my world, but you made it worse."
"I'm sorry. I was a coward. And an imbecile." He paused.
"I took the easier way out because I was scared." "I didn't want to have to see you die, so I let you go. And then Chris told me what happened and how you almost did, and I fucking regretted leaving you so much."
I stared at him lifelessly.
"I was an idiot, and I'm still an idiot, but I'd never have forgiven myself if something were to happen to you and I couldn't tell you that I—"
I interrupted. "Just stop. Don't. You don't get to come back here and tell me that you love me. If you loved me, you would have stayed. You wouldn't have left me to mourn you as if you died. Because that's what you did. You left, and you didn't say a word," I ranted. "If you loved me, you wouldn't have done to me exactly what you were scared of. I loved you endlessly. I was there with you for everything, with your dad, when you shifted for the first time. I even got into a fight with my brother for you. When everyone died, I WAS THERE WITH YOU. You aren't the victim here. You certainly don't get to act like you are."
A quietness passed between us, and all that could be heard was the breeze. I walked back into my house without another word, disgusted at myself, n0t for what I said, but how I felt.
No matter how much I could deny it, I was still in love with the bastard. I still wanted to jump into his arms and cuddle with him and kiss him all over his face. I had always wanted that with him, but he broke me, and I was still hurt.
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No matter how much I could deny it, I was still in love with the bastard. I still wanted to jump into his arms and cuddle with him and kiss him all over his face. I had always wanted that with him, but he broke me, and I was still hurt.
Another few weeks had passed before I saw Isaac again. It was July. In two months, we would all be going to college. It just so happened that both of us got into one of the most difficult universities to get into across the country. So, at the moment, I was currently hating the universe. At least Lydia would also be there.
There was a pack meeting we all had to attend, so we had to meet at Derek's loft.
I got dressed in a navy blue jean jacket, a white thrashers t-shirt, light wash jeans, and combat boots.
I got into Roscoe, and Stiles drove us to the loft. He tried to make small talk, but my mind was somewhere else, somewhere it shouldn't have been.
"Hey (Y/N), When do you think is a good time to name the baby now that we know he's a boy?"
"Hm… how about when you pay your dues for the bet?"
"I thought we weren't doing the bet anymore, love?"
"No, we were. You only tried to drop out when you found out you lost, and then you tried to bow out because you didn't wanna pay. "
He chuckled and tightened his grip around me, bringing me closer to him.
"Fine, you won fair and square. You'll have your fifteen dollars on your nightstand by tomorrow morning. Now can we please cuddle?" he whined.
"Mhm… yes! Yes, we can."
Stop it. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't want (Y/N).
When Stiles pulled up to the complex, he pulled out his phone and started typing what I assumed was a text message.
We started walking up to the front door, and when we entered, there was no one to be found. Absolutely no one in sight except Stiles and me standing in the door frame.
We went upstairs to find everybody else and almost gave up until the last door.
Everybody else was in there, but so was Isaac. Standing there in a grey shirt and black jeans. Pictures of us taken by either ourselves or by our friends throughout our relationship. Everyone was backed against the walls, but he stood there in the center looking at me, and I knew this entire thing was a set-up.
"Stiles?"
He sighed. "Just listen to what he has to say, ok? I already tried kicking the shit out of him."
I gulped, but I stood there, feeling very out of place and very betrayed.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the black leather book he held in his hands.
"I have something to say before I tell you what it is," Isaac whispered.
"Isaac, I don't have time for this."
"Please?" He was desperate, and I'm pretty sure everyone in the room could tell, but nobody was looking at him. Everyone was looking at me.
I nodded towards him reluctantly.
"I wanted to write to you. To call you every day. I wanted to come back with Mr. Argent, but I knew you would hate me, and I couldn't bear to see that look on your face, even though I knew it was my fault." He tried looking into my eyes, but I wouldn't let him, looking at everyone in the room beside him.
"I left, and I broke your heart. I know that, and I thought that because I broke your heart, you'd never want to see me again. No matter how much my heart begged to be with you, I wouldn't let it. Because that wasn't what you deserved."
He lifted up the book, and I stared at it curiously.
"So I kept this, and I filled it with everything I wanted to say to you. Stories about my day, times I remembered things we did, things that reminded me of you, places I wanted to see with you, poems, songs, drawings. Anything and everything I could think of to keep my distance so that I didn't hurt you again."
My eyes started to water, but I wouldn't let the tears fall, unlike last time.
"And I'm so fucking selfish for saying this, but I keep hurting myself trying to stay away from you. And I don't want to do it anymore. Because if I'm with you, at least I can try to take away the pain I'll end up causing you. But if you're not with me, there's no one to take away mine."
He opened the book to a bookmarked page and started reading.
"Eyes as big as Venus
"As enchanting and magnetic
"as the moon to the tides
"With her heart so divine
"I'm caught like a spider,
"In charlotte's web."
I bit my lip. As cheesy as it may be, he wrote a poem for me.
"Good morning, love. I just thought of what a future with you would be like." He paused. "Probably full of adventure. You would probably want to go exploring the world after college. All I would want is to have you around. I was thinking maybe when we're older we could have a baby. Start our own little family."
Fuck.
"I was thinking if we have a boy we could name him Noah, for your dad, and a girl we could name her Claudia, after your mom and that pen pal you told me about who you were very close with. In all honesty, I just want to wake up with you in my arms and go to sleep just the same. I love you."
A tear slipped. I think I'm about to pass out.
“"I've been planning to come back for a while, love. I was just a coward who didn't want you to hate him any more than he knew you already did. So I stayed. But I'm here now. And I'm not leaving this time. I don't care what you say, I'll always be there for you when you need a shoulder to cry on, or someone to laugh with, or talk about your book that no one else has read with. I'm always gonna be that person for you because I'm so in love with you, it hurts. And it hurts, even more, to be away from you, and I just can't do it anymore. So I'll be in your life in every capacity that you will let me."
Apparently, I had started walking towards him. Who keeps controlling my feet like this?
Tears were coming out of my eyes, and I wanted to scream.
"Fuck you. Fuck you for leaving me and then coming back and pulling this bullshit."
I turned to my friends. "And fuck you guys for tricking me into this crap." I turned back to Isaac. "But most of all? Fuck you for being so goddamn addicting that after nearly 2 fucking years, I'm still so in love with you even after all you've done to me, I would let you back into my heart.
“Because that is what you have done, Isaac Lahey. You have worked your way back into your home in my heart, so if you hurt me again, I swear to all that is good, I'll kill you."
Before I knew it, his right hand was on the small of my back, his left hand on the back of my neck. He pulled me to him and kissed me. The kind of kiss that makes the world pause. The kind where you forget who and what is around you. Even the cheers of your friends as they celebrate their one true pairing reunited and the scoffs of your brother ready to kill someone for his baby sister.
A/N: Dorota is the readers middle name because I wanted the reader to have a part of their name with Polish roots like Stiles. Also the mentions and WC are for all 3 parts.
Word Count: 13k (This will take you an 30 minutes-hour to read, I’ll pray for y’all)
Mentions/Warning: Sex-work, Cursing, Heartbreak, Food, Stage Fright, Past Character Death, Teen Wolf Spoilers(S2), Dementia, Car Crash, Vertigo and Slight Nausea(Carnival Rides), Mutual Pining, Hot Flash, Sexual Implications(Noah and Lydia asking about Isaac in readers room), Pet Names, Cognitive Dissonance, Internal Conflict, Severed Friendship due to Miscommunication, Daydreaming, Denial of Feelings, Intrusive Thoughts, Cheating, Threats of Violence, Arguments, Kissing
Part 1: Project Partners
Part 2: Mutual Pining
Part 3: Miscommunicated Arguments
Spotify Playlist: here (best if listened to on PC/Laptop since it doesn’t automatically shuffle it if you don’t have premium)
While you were in the car, all you could think about was what got you in the position that you were in. With Lydia, with Isaac, caught in the middle of a murder investigation because of your brother and his friend.
Everything that used to make sense to you was crumbling. Your guards and your walls were dissipating with every waking moment.
It all started in September, and along the twenty-minute drive, you were determined to figure out how you got to your position. Even if it meant going through every single event that has happened since you met Isaac Lahey.
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Project Announcement
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You were in your World History class. The unit you were currently learning about was The Industrial Revolution. Though, you weren't paying attention to the warm-up on the board. Instead, you were listening to Lydia recall the events that lead to her latest hookup before class started.
"So basically after we left the club, he told me that he wanted to show me something at his house. Obviously, I was feeling-"
"Alright, class. Settle down." Your teacher, Mrs. Goldblatt, had started speaking, and Lydia quickly stopped talking. The last time Lydia was caught talking over Mrs. GB was the previous year, and she had detention for half a month and missed practice.
"Today, I'm assigning you a project. Yes, you will be working in pairs. No, you won't get to choose your partners."
She turned to the board and wrote the words 'European Industrialization'.
"You will make a presentation about a country, as well as the ways they used industrialization. And you will add how it relates to modern industrialization today."
You groaned, but the rest of the class stayed silent. Your teacher didn't seem to notice as she continued speaking.
"You will write on a slip of paper the names of a maximum of two students who you cannot get along with and give it to me in five minutes. I don't want any arguments in my class."
You took a slip of paper from your bag and wrote the names: Christina Goldblatt, your teachers' daughter, who was a stuck-up brat, and Isaac Lahey. You had heard from former partners of his that he was quiet and hard to read. Seeing as how you had to communicate actively with a partner, you felt like you couldn't work with him.
"Also, seeing as how there is one extra student in this class, my daughter Christina has elected to work by herself."
The five-minute timer soon went off, and everyone walked to the front to give their teacher a white sheet of paper with their name and one or two more on it.
Once she had the slips of paper, she began working on partner assignments. She told the rest of the students to work on their nearly due classwork and then finish missing work.
You had decided to ignore her and work on your one missing assignment. You felt like you would be able to focus more without the worry of finishing it later.
Within twenty minutes, she had finished the pairings and called out names. Apparently, these would also determine your seating positions for the rest of the project duration, which would last three weeks.
She called out the names starting in alphabetical order, skipping names she had already called with their partner. You only paid attention to the pairings of your friends.
"Mahealani, Danny, and Martin, Lydia." Lydia tried to argue her way into working with you, which only prompted your teacher to threaten her with another detention.
"McCall, Scott, and Stilinski, Stiles," she said, which was confusing seeing the chaos they caused when together.
She went through all the names, even down to the Z's skipping your name. Lastly, there were four people left.
"Zabka, Madeline, and Zabka, Madison," she finished.
Finally, there were just two people left: You and Isaac Lahey. You knew this was why she skipped you. She had heard your protests when she started every lesson. You assumed she ignored it because she favored you for some reason. When in reality, she was pairing you up with the one person whose personality most clashed with yours.
"But, Mrs. Goldblatt, why can't I work with Lydia? Lydia and I do projects well together, and we have a good partnership."
"Ms. Stilinski, I already told you that you can't pick your partner. Have a seat!"
You smiled bitterly, and though you gracefully walked to your assigned seat, on the inside, you wanted to storm out of the classroom and sulk in the library.
Spurs of conversation spun about in front of you, and the lack of communication between you and your partner made you feel like you were stuck in the worst corner of hell. It made you feel lonely when you weren't alone.
You glanced at your partner, who was beside you. His head was down, and his eyes refused to look anywhere but his paper. He didn't look like he was focused, more like he was trying to look anywhere that wasn't you.
"So, it looks like we're partners…" you said wistfully.
He looked at you and shrugged before his eyes darted back to his desk, and he found the wood chippings on the side more enticing than before.
"You do know you have to talk to me if we're going to do this project. You have to talk to me."
He glanced your way, and you now held his attention, but his silence was unwavering.
"Say something, please?" He remained silent.
You groaned and banged your head on the desk.
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Mall (One Week Later)
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"Lydia, I just can't do it," you said before sipping your strawberry lemonade cooler. You were on your lunch break at your job, and Lydia had come to visit you.
"He's so hard to work with. We've had three meetings, and he hasn't said a single word to me. The most he's said is correcting me on a grammar error through a piece of paper."
You popped another pretzel nugget into your mouth.
"I just don't know, Lyds."
"Well, hun." She sighed. "Maybe try getting to know him."
"Lydia," you uttered stolidly. "He won't talk to me. How will I get to know him."
"Take him out to a park. Spin him around on those merry go round until he pukes. Then he'll be forced to talk."
"Lydia, I don't want him to hate me.
"I don't know. I just wish that GB gave me detention instead of partnering me with him."
Lydia sighed. "Y/n, go do something fun with him in an environment that doesn't make you wanna pull your pretty gorgeous hair out."
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Carnival
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When Isaac came over to your house the next day, you already had your jacket on and convinced Stiles to let you take the car.
You led him out to the Jeep, and both hopped inside. When you started driving, Isaac was confused, but he still didn't say anything.
"Isaac."
He turned his head and hummed.
"I could be kidnapping you, and you still won't talk to me…" you remarked.
He turned his attention back to the window without saying another word.
You parked a decent distance away from your destination, wanting to see Isaac's reaction when he saw the carnival.
You began walking in silence, but somehow today, it was a peaceful silence. You thought that maybe it was the anticipation of the festivities or the notion you had that today would be the day he said something to you.
You paused for a moment, which prompted him to do the same. He turned to you, and you stepped forward and grabbed both his hands. His four fingers rested between your thumbs and the side of your pointer fingers calmly, and his thumb caressed your wrist absentmindedly.
"I don't know…" you tapped your foot while speaking. "I don't know why you don't like me. And I'll admit, maybe trying to get rid of you as a partner was a surefire way to get started off on the wrong foot."
Isaac's brows remained furrowed, and his gaze was fixed on you.
"But I want to change that… If you'll let me. Because you seem like a really cool person, and I want to get to know you."
Isaac pulled his hands out of yours and started walking in the direction that you lead him. You sighed at the action before he turned around.
"Where are we going?" he said blankly, but his voice made you smile. You started running ahead of him.
"Follow me!"
You both broke off into a run and only slowed down when you neared the entrance of the fairgrounds. You purchased two tickets for both of you before dragging Isaac inside the black metal gates.
"Ah, so this is where you're kidnapping me… Alright, where do I go to be tied up, Ms. Stilinski? And would this interfere with your dads' job perchance?"
His voice made you smile and laugh, and then he began to laugh as well.
"I'm sorry, that was a bad joke," he said, still laughing.
"No! It was a great joke."
You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the line for the carousel.
"You know, I've never actually been to a fair," you muttered.
"Me either. My mom used to tell me she would take me on my birthdays, but something always came up, so she would find creative things to do in the house."
"You make it sound like she can't take you anymore?" you frowned.
"She can't. She's dead." He said the words so calmly, but it made your heart immediately break into a million pieces.
"How'd she die?"
"Car crash."
You faltered. "I'm assuming you don't want a hug?"
"Why would you assume that?"
"When my mom died, people always gave me hugs as if that would bring her back, and I hated it."
"How did your mom die?"
"Frontotemporal dementia," you said. "Incurable."
"Damn," he deadpanned.
Soon you had reached the front of the line and boarded the carousel. You opted to take the pegasus with wings which were next to the black horse Isaac sat on.
The horses began spinning, and you noticed Isaac didn't look like he was having much fun.
"You alright?"
"These don't go fast, do they?"
"No, they don't. These rides are meant for kids, Lahey."
"Kids or not, this is way too slow."
When you got off the carousel, you didn't tell Isaac what ride you were going to next.
"Cover your eyes," you said blankly.
"There are hundreds of people here, Y/n. I'm not trying to actually get kidnapped."
You chuckled. "Ha-ha, Don't worry, I won't let the monsters get you."
He allowed you to step behind him and cover his eyes, but you were only able to walk a few steps before his height made your arms ache from stretching.
"Okay, I can't do this. It's whatever."
You laughed. "Just follow me, okay."
He grabbed onto your arms, and you chose to believe that he had his eyes closed.
You dragged Isaac through the fairgrounds once more before finding your spot in line. You spun him around, facing the opposite way so he couldn't see the ride.
"Do I really have to face the other way?" he said.
"Yes, you do!" you smirked triumphantly.
"Is it just so you can trick me into going back on the carousel?"
"Maybe…" He chuckled darkly at your comment.
"You know, I really like hearing your voice," you said calmly.
"Oh yeah? Well, I mean, I do have a pretty good voice."
You chuckled this time, his cockiness ignited something in you, and you felt alive for the first time since you two had started working together.
"You do… You should let more people hear it."
Every step you advanced in the line caused you to pull Isaac forward, but his mysterious demeanor pulled you to him.
"Alright, you can turn around now."
When he spun around, he cursed aloud. "Holy shit!"
In front of him stood one of the tallest drop towers he had ever seen.
When you reached the front of the line, you got onto the seats in the tower. Your stomach gurgled angrily in anticipation.
"You ready?" Isaac asked you. He had a wide grin plastered on his face, and he looked like a kid in a candy store.
Before you could answer, the tower rocked as it started to move up.
"Guess it doesn't matter now!"
You both looked out the windows beside your heads.
It was filled with colors, and everything looked minuscule.
You were slightly scared of the drop, but you found comfort in Isaac's smile. He never smiled, so for him to smile so brightly, it made you proud that you could draw that emotion from him.
The ride stopped for one minute. Then two. Suddenly it was 5 minutes.
Everyone began to wonder what had happened to the ride until the sudden drop.
The ride was filmed with shrilly screams. The sight in front of you blurred with the speed of the drop. Your ears popped from the sudden drop in altitude. Your heart stopped for moments, and you thought for a minute instead of falling back to the ground, you were going to meet your maker.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Your screams resonated fear, but Isaac's eyes told you he only felt excitement.
You couldn't feel your hair on your shoulders, and you knew the speed and force were probably holding it in the air.
The ride had stopped. Your eyes were still bulging out of your head, and you felt sick in your stomach.
Isaac was still chuckling and didn't look the least bit shaken or stirred.
"HOW CAN YOU BE ALRIGHT AFTER THAT?"
"I don't know, I just felt… Free!"
"C'mon, let's go, weirdo."
Isaac stopped you once you exited the ride and pulled away from the line.
"Let me pick the next ride, yeah?" Isaac asked you.
"Sure."
He put his hands over your eyes and began pushing you towards your next destination. When he removed his hands, you were at the front of the line to get on the twisting roller coaster.
"We're going on that thing?"
"Yep!"
You blanched. "Isaac, I'll fall out the first time it goes bump."
He pulled you onto the ride anyways and buckled you in so that you couldn't go anywhere.
"Don' worry, you'll have fun."
"Oh, I know I'll have fun. I'm almost certain I'll die while having fun."
He chuckled and grabbed your hand from your bar that was in front of you.
"Better?"
You smiled, turned to the front, and waited for the ride to start.
When the carts began moving, it started at a tortuously slow speed, and you were actually feeling good; you knew that Isaac was probably bored.
"Aw, you picked a slow ride just for me?" you teased.
He simply chuckled before turning his head to the front, and your brows knitted in a frown.
You gave your attention to where his eyes were, but you didn't see anything that could cause the gleam of deviltry in his eyes.
He kept checking his watch, but when he did look up from it, he gave you a subtle wink and let go of your hand.
"AHHHHH!" You shrieked at the top of your lungs when the cart dipped down at the highest speed you thought imaginable.
The blue sky streaked past your view. If you were to imagine how you looked to others, you imagined the flesh around your mouth blowing in the wind cartoonishly and your hair visibly disheveled. You gripped harshly onto the metal rail in front of you, and the bars were so cold from being outside, you thought they would crack had you applied any more force.
The ride went like this often, going from slow and steady, allowing you to catch your breath, to energetically and rapidly fast, knocking the wind out of you completely.
"Having fun?" Isaac shouted in your ear, but you could barely hear past the whipping of the wind.
"NO!"
Whoops, and cheers could be heard from beside you as Isaac was screaming into the void, and you felt there wasn't enough hot coffee or burning fireplaces that could warm you up after this.
When the ride had reached its end, you had to blink slowly multiple times to recover from the wind that glazed them with cold air.
"You!" Isaac chuckled at your tone. "You did this to me! I feel like an ice block!" You shouted sarcastically.
"Aw, well, let's go warm you up then."
You growled at him as you got off the cart, but he held you in his arms to warm you up until you were able to get inside the safety of an insulated building.
"So, you got what you wanted," Isaac said slyly.
"To have my heart jumping in my body from my shoulders, knees, and toes?"
He chuckled. "No, I mean for me to talk."
"I guess I did."
"Why?"
"I like talking to people, I guess."
He smiled at you, and you reciprocated his grin.
"So, are we ever going to finish that assignment?"
"We can go right now and finish it if you want, but we still have two weeks to do it."
His forehead puckered in thought. "You're right. Let's finish the day here."
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Research and Reports(One Week Later)
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"Okay, now that we're done with info collection, we have to pick a theme…" you trailed off when you noticed Isaac wasn't paying attention.
"Isaac," you said while snapping your fingers in front of his face.
"You like ABBA?"
"Who doesn't like ABBA? Enough of that, we have to finish working. We only have a week left."
Isaac shot up from his chair and began to inspect the numerous posters on your walls with album covers of your favorite artists, movie premiere covers, pictures of you and your friends throughout the years.
"This is really cool!"
You sighed heavily. "I know it's cool, but I want to finish this project. I'm on a productive streak."
"We just started school like, two weeks ago. Why do we have a project?"
"Isaac!"
He raised his hands in defeat. "Okay, fine."
You groaned. "This is pointless. Education is pointless. I'm gonna become a stripper anyway."
Isaac's face heated up. "No, you won't. Your dad would kill you."
"I was actually looking up some themes last night. Put these in your search engine."
"Okay, but wait." You now held his attention. "Who calls it a search engine?"
You began laughing maniacally, and he grinned. "No, but I'm serious. Who has time to say all of that?"
You did what he told you and put different words related to the industrial period and the words "free theme" in your browser.
He had found almost five different themes for you to choose one from that would fit your project.
"Just didn't want to do extra work by making our own theme," he said modestly.
Suddenly, he noticed that your phone had a paper towel sticking out of the case and wrapping around the camera.
"Y/n… why is there toilet paper covering your camera?"
"Oh, that. It's so if people try to video-call me, I can lie and say my camera is broken."
"But why?" he asked, concerned.
You sighed. "I just don't wanna show my face to people today."
"But I can see your face clearly," he squinted while pushing a lock of hair out of your eyesight.
"You're an exception."
"But not the only exception?"
"No, it's you, Stiles, my dad, and Lydia."
He chuckled.
"Let's do this one," you said when you finished analyzing how each theme looked and the possibilities they had.
You and Isaac began typing on your laptop. You would take turns rotating between typing and reciting in thirty-minute increments.
By six p.m. that Sunday night, you had practically worked yourself to death and finished the assignment.
When you finished the credits slide, you frowned absentmindedly, but Isaac noticed.
"What's wrong, you don't like it?"
"No, I like it, it's just that…" you sighed. "We present it, and then what happens?"
"We get a good grade?" Isaac was genuinely confused and didn't know you were talking about what would happen with the two of you and your friendship.
"Would you say that you only started talking to me because of the project?"
His brows furrowed. "Yes, but wha-"
"And would you say that once the project ends… we would stop talking?"
Isaac sighed once he realized what you meant. "No, Y/n. I genuinely like talking to you."
Your face heated up at his words, and you felt yourself become at ease.
"Whew, okay. Nap or TV?"
Isaac felt himself right back to square one, confusion. "What?"
"Since we're done with the project, do you want to take a nap, or do you want to watch TV?"
"Are you sure your dad doesn't mind?"
"I don't know, but I don't think he would. Stiles always has Scott over. This should be fine. I do it with all my friends."
"O-okay," he murmured.
You jumped softly onto your bed and shuffled to find the remote, turning on the TV and patting down on the spot beside you.
"What do you want to watch?"
He told you that anything was fine, so you opted to watch My Babysitters a Vampire.
He stared at you incredulously.
You chirped at him. "What is it?"
"No, nothing."
"It has to be something? You don't wanna watch this."
"Alright, fine. It looks like a show for kids!"
You laughed. "That's because it is a show for kids! But it's interesting, so we're watching it unless you have something better."
When the episode started, you began chanting along with the theme song, and Isaac stared at you with doe-eyes.
When it was finished, you gave his glance your attention.
"What?" He simply shook his head in response and paid attention to the television.
By the time the next episode started, Isaac's head was on a pillow in your lap. Your legs were crossed, and your fingers threaded their way through his very silky tresses.
There was a suspenseful moment, and Isaac gripped onto your wrist, making you chuckle in your mind.
"Oh my gosh, did it just get hot in here?" You were feeling a flash of heat surge through your body and didn't know where it came from.
"Uh, I don't think so? Want me to get you some water?"
"Uh, no, it's fine! I'll just go get us some fruit bars. Do you want Mango or Strawberry?"
After he told you, you went to get a mango pop for yourself and a strawberry one for him. When you reached the kitchen, you splashed water onto your face to cool off.
You jogged back up the stairs and into your room. "Your strawberry freezy pop is coming right up!"
He giggled at your antics and allowed you to settle back into your position on the bed.
"Sorry, I watched without you."
"Oh, it's fine. I've seen the entire thing like 3 times."
That night when he left, you had a warm feeling in your heart, but you couldn't place what it felt like exactly.
Before you went to sleep, you made sure that the assignment was saved onto your flash drive and went to bed.
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Presentations(One Week Later)
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A week later, and it was the first day of presentations. Surprisingly, Isaac volunteered for the pair of you to present first. The nerves in your stomach were fumbling around and curling against each other so roughly you could barely speak.
Routinely, you and Lydia would go last. Silently comparing your projects with others and finding things your class liked about other presentations that you also did coincidentally. You did this to calm your nerves. But as you were going first, your routine wasn't doable.
Isaac had finished the slides that he was supposed to say, and then it was your turn.
You gulped and tried to muster the courage to start saying your lines. You felt sick in your stomach for a while. You felt the room freeze around you as if you were out in the snow with no jacket. You only started feeling more at ease when you felt Isaac's thumb rubbing against the back of your hand soothingly, along with Lydia and Stiles' encouraging smiles in the crowd. You were still nervous, but they were the eyes of your storm.
"Our modern technology today relates to the industrial period because…"
When your presentation was over, you let the applause fill your ears, but that wasn't what made the nerves go away. What made it go away was Isaac's proud gaze beading into your soul, and it made the world fade away.
Mrs. Goldblatt shooed you both away from the screen and back to your seats but gave you a piece of paper that you assumed was your score sheet.
You had gotten a 93%, but there was a pink note card that told you to meet her after class along with Isaac.
You sighed heavily and finished the walk back to your seat.
You and Isaac were in the back of the class and were okay to talk without a worry.
"What was that about, Y/n?"
"What do you mean?"
He sighed thoughtfully. "You just froze. I didn't think you froze."
You gulped, wondering whether or not you should share your fear with your new friend.
"I have stage fright..."
"What do you mean? You're a cheerleader. I've seen you perform."
"That's an ensemble act. When I'm by myself like that, I just tense up, and normally I say the wrong things. That's why I always go last."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
You dropped your head. "I didn't know you were going to volunteer to go first."
"I always do, to get it out the way." His eyes were soft and caring.
"It's not your fault Isaac. Besides, I didn't mess up that badly anyway. We're okay."
"But I still wouldn't have done that had I known."
"I appreciate your sympathy, but really, It's okay!" You reassured him softly, and you truly meant it. He had made you get over it, so it felt wrong for you to make him feel bad for something he wasn't aware of.
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Student-Teacher Conference
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"Yes, Mrs. Goldblatt?" You spoke nervously while shifting around in the seat in front of her desk.
"What is it?" she was still facing down to her laptop.
Isaac spoke up. "You wanted to see us?"
She raised her head. "Oh, yes!
"I wanted to tell you why I partnered you both together. In-person that is."
"Y/n, you must be thinking that I did it to punish you."
Isaac interjected. "What do you mean punishment?"
"Ms. Stilinski had put your name down for students she wouldn't work well with."
"But besides that. I didn't do it to punish you. I did it because I wanted you to reach out of your comfort zone. Both of you. Ms. Stilinski, you typically work with people who are very talkative in class. Namely, Lydia.
"Isaac, I've heard from your partners that you are not as talkative. I put you two together because I knew this assignment would be easy to understand for you both. However, I assume the communication was not as simple?"
You both shook your heads.
"No, but you managed through it, and now you both will be able to socialize with people who have more or less social skills than you do."
You glanced guiltily at Isaac, who was avoiding your gaze. You hadn't told him that you put his name down, and while your reasoning may not have been resembling hatred, you thought it would still sting.
"You both may go. Have a good day."
When you walked out of the room, Isaac took off ahead of you.
"Isaac!" You yelled as you ran to catch up with him through the bustling crowd trying to get to their next class.
"Isaac, I swear, I only wrote your name down because I wanted a partner that was more… communicative."
"You could've told me," he stated simply, still not looking at you.
You pulled his arm back to stop him from walking before extending your arm to grab his chin and force him to face you.
"I'm sorry. It didn't seem important then, but I see how it could look bad now. You're a really great partner, Isaac. And I've said it before, and I'll repeat it, I'd love nothing more than to be your friend."
He exhaled through his nose. "You know, for some stupid reason, I just can't stay mad at you."
You smiled at his words. "I've been told that I have that effect on people."
"See you tomorrow?"
You pushed your eyebrows downwards. "What do you mean? It's a Saturday?"
"For MBAV," he said simply.
"Ohhhh. Gotcha!"
"See you then, Isaac."
You turned the other way to go to your next class when your cheek was met with a brief peck.
"See you," he whispered in your ear, but a ghost when you turned around. The action made your heart speed up, and his touch left much to be desired.
A/N: I am so happy to write this series, mostly because its based on my script mostly because I love the plot and already have everything planned out. P.S There will be multiple love interests because this is a long series, its like all of the seasons, but Isaac is the main love interest (if that makes sense.) Also if anyone would like me to make a gender-neutral version, just message me and I can make a seperate version with gender-neutral pronouns.
Pairings: Stiles x Twin!Reader, Noah Stilinski x Daughter!Reader, Allison x Godsister!Reader, Chris Argent x God-daughter!Reader, Lydia Martin x Best friend!Reader, Isaac Lahey x Romantic!Reader
Warnings: Child Abuse, Family Violence, mentions of family death, mentions foster care system. Lmk if i need to add anything else.
You spoke first.
"Isaac, what's wrong?"
He had come to your house in the middle of the night. He was crying, and there was fear in his eyes.
You and Isaac had been dating since September. It was December, Christmas break was approaching. Everything was supposed to be happy, so why did he look so sad?
"I haven't been told you the truth about something, Y/N," he started. He was sitting on your bed, and you were right beside him.
"Babe, you can tell me anything."
He began stammering, "I- I wanted t-to tell you, b-but I just…"
"Hey, it's okay. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out." You helped him calm down, focusing on his breathing and lowering his lightning-fast heart rate.
When he had finally calmed down, his tears had been absorbed into his pores, and he could speak clearly, he started talking.
"It's about my dad.." he gulped.
"What's wrong, baby?"
He sighed deeply.
"After my mom and brother died… he...he changed."
You looked at him, confusion in your eyes, but you didn't say anything. You just let him talk.
"I remember how my dad used to be, loving, kind, open, and warm-hearted. He was a nice person. But after my mom and Camden died, he changed.
"He became high-strung, erratic….
"Y/N, I-"
"... does he hurt you, Isaac?"
He fell silent.
"Isaac?"
He nodded hesitantly.
"Sometimes he would throw stuff or hit me with his belt. Most of the time he-"
He paused for a moment, and you waited for him to finish.
"He has this freezer downstairs." He whispered, his voice breathy and almost inaudible. "It's not plugged in, so it doesn't get cold, but he would-"
"Isaac, you don't have to-"
"I'm scared, Y/N."
You thought for a moment.
"You have to go to my dad, Isaac. He can help yo-"
Isaac stopped you. "I can't. I'm a minor. They'll just put me in the foster system and take me away from you…" He grabbed your hands, his cold and calloused at the touch, and brought you closer to him. He leaned back on your bed, and you guys laid there, lifeless to any onlookers.
"You could…. You could stay here…" He looked at you confusedly.
"Yeah, I mean… just tell him, you know, that you'll come home for dinner some days, but that I'm having trouble sleeping, and you want to be there to comfort me. And then, after dinners on those certain days, you just come back here. I can help you with homework, take you to school, whatever you need, but I'm not letting you stay there."
"Y/N I- he wouldn't let me."
"Isaac, just ask him, please. I'll talk to my dad, tell him that you can't stay there because of the memory of your mom and Camden, but please just promise me that you will ask him. And if he says no, then we can figure something else out, but for now, this is the best that I have."
"You know that I love you so much, right? I am completely, utterly, and irrevocably in love with you."
You lifted his arm up and brought it around you, pulling yourself closer to him.
"And I, you, Isaac Kai Lahey."
He turned his head towards you and placed a brief kiss on your nose, then both of your cheeks. Your forehead, and your chin, before placing a final and passionate kiss on your lips.
You both just stayed there for the rest of the day before he went home reluctantly.
However, he returned in the middle of the night with a packed bag and told him his dad agreed. He had to come back home every Friday night for dinner and so that his dad could check on his grades, but for the most part, he could stay at your house, which relieved both you and Isaac intensively.
The next morning, you went to your dad, Sherriff Stilinski, and "informed" him that Isaac was having trouble sleeping in his house because of all the memories. He told you Isaac could stay on the couch, though neither of you planned on following that rule most of the time.
Isaac was forced to spend at least a week of Christmas break with his dad, but he was cautious not to provoke him until he could come back to the safety of your house.
The next week when Isaac came back to your house, there was another week left until school. Isaac was going to try out for first-line for the school lacrosse team along with Scott and Stiles. Lydia and yourself were going to conduct cheerleading tryouts since you both were captain and co-captain of the school cheerleading team.
"Izzy?"
"N/n?"
"How are you feeling about this living here thing?"
He looked at you with adoration in his eyes.
"I love how you care about me so much, Y/N. I really do."
You smiled, your tongue poking out to lick your bottom lip.
"You are ignoring the question, darling."
He sighed. "I like it here. I mean, I still have to get used to your dad's death stares every time I come to your room, but it's a nice change from what I'm used to."
"You still don't want me to tell my dad anything, don't you?" you whispered.
He shook his head.
"No, I-."
"I don't want him to go to jail. I just need to wait until I can get my own place and then I can try and help him get better."
You knew it wouldn't work, but you said nothing either way. Isaac loved his dad, despite everything, and you didn't want to ridicule him.
"Okay," you said, leaning into his touch.
"Isaac..."
"Yeah, baby?"
You smiled. "I love you!"
"I love you too, darling."
You both just stayed there and cuddled until you both fell asleep. Unbeknownst to either of you, your dad had come into the room and saw you both, but left you alone realizing how much you reminded him of himself and your mother.
A/n: Also, I know that Stiles is white, however, if you are a POC I would suggest reading this as though you and Stiles are mixed twins and your mother was the same ethnicity as you, if you don’t want to do that message me and I can make a seperate series following the same plot but with you as Stiles cousin rather than twin. Sorry for the inconvenience.
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