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[agnelino]

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[147lbsofdeath-archive-blog]

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Maybe he should have payed more attention during the pack meeting when they told everyone that Isaac was back from France, but no one had seen him since he arrived. Maybe he should have listened to Scott at lunch when he’d reminded Stiles to give him or Chris a call if Stiles were to ever see or hear anything to do with Isaac. Maybe he should gone home with Scott, rather than driving home alone when Scott offered to come hang out for movie night. However, he didn’t do any of these things. He was his own person and his own person was more focused on suppressing his powers in front of a pack of his natural enemies, even if the majority of them already knew of his secret.

Whatever he’d been thinking of while driving was immediately replaced with Holy shit, Holy SHIT! and him slamming on his breaks. It seemed that even as a supernatural being, if his mind was wandering his reflexes were very human. A terrified fawn scrambled across the empty road and out of his way, but Stiles was too shocked that’d he’d almost hit it to bother starting his voyage home once again. Instead the teen looked down to his phone. He’d heard it vibrate earlier, however, texting and driving was unsafe, and with his luck he’d check it as an officer is driving by. So he just didn’t touch it. One of the few legal things he bothered with.

    Isaac is not to be approached

The text read, and Stiles rolled his eyes. The vampire tossed his phone into the passengers side of his jeep and unbuckled himself. Stiles slipped out of his car, just to make sure his vehicle was not about to hit anything else. Once outside the confined space of his febreezed jeep, Stiles could smell the reason why the baby deer had been wandering on it’s own. The outside stank of blood. He thought of getting back in his jeep and driving home, finding something else too eat, but here was a meal teasing him.  He’d be foolish to just waist it, if someone else wasn’t going to.

Really, alarms should have been going off in his mind, but the vampire was already in hunting mode, and nothing was about to warn him of the several scenarios in which this could end up a trap and/or killing him. Stiles was focused on this meal. He started his way to the forest edge, phone still in his jeep, but, thankfully, keys in his pocket. Surely no one was going to use the back road, so leaving his car in the middle of the road didn’t concern him.

The vampire walked his way through the bright forest, weaving his way through the trees until he was met with the source of the blood that he had been smelling. There was a little patch of it almost 5 feet in front of him, but that must have been from the original attack, because the body of the large deer was twitching in the grass 10 feet or so away. It had been torn right open, and Stiles realized how accustomed to gore he’d become, because not a hint of sick came to him.

The scent was strong and the power from the beast that’d torn it open brought Stiles on edge. He was afraid, but not terrified enough to run. Rather he was curious. With burning red eyes, similar to an alpha’s, Stiles watched the thing tear into the beat and flesh like a wolf.

He was a wolf. It took a few more seconds, but Stiles had finally figured out what he was looking at. Isaac, blue eyes sparkling against the clashing red smeared on his face, was tearing into the deer like a wild animal. Was he supposed to run for his jeep or watch?

   Isaac is not to be approached

That is what the text had read, but the vampiric desires inside him couldn’t leave the meal placed before him. And to watch something so powerful tear into the flesh of such a large animal was almost arousing, in a sick twisted sort of way. Stiles clung to the closest tree to him, using it to keep his balance while he watched, amazed, this dangerous and delicious scene play out before him.

[naturalcyniic-archive-blog]

dear isaac. c:

♥ send ‘dear [insert name here]’ for an honest letter. ♥ 

dear isaac. 

it’s three in the morning and i can’t sleep so fuck capitalization. my therapist said it’s good to write out what i feel to people, but not always a good decision to give them the letters, so unless you’re snooping in my room you’re probably never going to see this. that being said--why the fuck are you snooping in my room? get out and go to mcdonald’s or something. but you really don’t like anyone telling you what to do, so you’re probably still reading this. fucking prick. 

since you’re still reading, asshole, then you know that this is about my real feelings for you. which, don’t worry, aren’t romantic and gay as fuck. you aren’t my type. at all. ever. in a million years. i like my boyfriends to be fae, thanks. but anyway, i guess i should get to the point, huh?

isaac lahey, you are an incredible person, and you aren’t told that enough. a lot of people put in your situation would have given up, or turned into derek’s creepy as fuck uncle. and, yeah, you had that phase where you just wanted to wear leather and be a bad boy, but then you figured yourself out without a monster standing over your shoulder and making you hide everything about yourself. i’m surprised you’ve been able to figure out who you are now. or maybe you haven’t yet, and you’re still guessing. but i think you’re guessing right. 

i know i don’t act like i like you ever, but i do. and even more than that, i respect you. i respect your values and morals, even if they’re a little shady at times, and i respect that you’ve suffered in a way no one should ever have to, and you’re still standing. isaac--you’re the kind of strong i want to be. you know the story by now; everyone does. my mom died and i lost it. i didn’t have a breakdown, no, that obviously didn’t come for a while. but i lost myself. and i’ve started to come back, but i’m weak. i’m so fucking weak, isaac, and i haven’t gone through what you have, but i act like it’s the end of the world. 

i’m incredibly selfish. i pushed away a family that needed and wanted me because i decided i shouldn’t need or want them. and, forgive me for assuming, but it seems like you really wanted a family that wanted you. i’m weak. all because my mother died, i’m a self loathing asshole. so much of one i turned myself into a demon. your father beat you every day and terrified you, and you’ve become a better person. and, honestly?

i wish we could trade lives. not because you ended up lucking out, so to speak, but because you would have been happier much sooner. you could have had a father that loved you no matter what, and you never would have lost your brother. i’m not saying bad things haven’t happened--our dad used to be an alcoholic. but you would have been better off. i think you deserve to be a stilinski, or maybe even a mccall. (which for all intents and purposes you basically are.) and i think i probably deserve what you ended up getting. 

you are an incredibly strong, incredibly kind person, and i admire you. i might be smart, i might get good grades, but you have kindness in you, and a strong will, and that’s not something that someone can get by having a high iq. i don’t even know if i’m making much sense now. sorry. again, it’s three in the morning right now--or, i guess, three thirty now. i’ve been taking a while to write this, clearly.

i know pity doesn’t help, and that isn’t what this is, but i’m sorry. i’m sorry you’ve been bruised and broken, and maybe convinced you don’t deserved to be loved or have good things happen to you. 

you do, isaac. you do.

[alarxm]

                           resubmerged liked for a starter

he simply cannot fathom it, will not accept it. the fact that, he,      azure adriel, is forced to tilt his head up to look another in ‘      the eye! it is unseemly, it is humiliating!

                    “ you’re too tall and it pisses me the fuck off. not even your cute fuckin’ face                            can help. ”

[juniperborn]

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He’s not staring, precisely. He moved from his napping position and happened to find a perfect view of Isaac doing. . . whatever it is Isaac is doing right now. Anyways, Trich isn’t staring, but he is absolutely ADMIRING the other, just in an awkward position. The bird hums softly, eventually untangling himself from his blankets and wandering over. Thin arms wrap around the other male’s torso, and he gives a small smile. 

                    “Hello—what are you doing?”

[ks-archive]

;; screams jisaac @ the top of my lungs

send me a ship

who’s the cuddler: Jackson's an aggressive cuddler, but they're both pretty attention starved. who makes the bed: Jackson. And probably throw a pillow at Isaac in the process for not helping him. who wakes up first: Jackson can hardly sleep, so there's always that. He tends to wake up early anyway though. who has the weird taste in music: Isaac probs. who is more protective: Jackson, especially knowing what happened in Isaac's past. But I won't say that Isaac can be just as protective. who sings in the shower: From time to time, Jackson, but otherwise neither of them really. who cries during movies: Jackson. Shamelessly.who spends the most while out shopping: Jackson. Also shamelessly. who kisses more roughly: Probably about even, but sometimes Isaac more so. who is more dominate: Depends on the situation, but Jackson's also a pushover, especially for Isaac. my rating of the ship from 1-10: 9 and 3/4 ...of a million

[leximilk]

resubmerged liked this for a starter

            " whenever you talk, like, whenever you talk,           i want to punch you in the face. but i don't,            because a) you could probably kick my ass            and b) scott would be mad.                                                     just thought you should know."