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Scisaac. Scott confesses his love to Isaac

This took forever! I underestimated how busy I’d be this week, but I’ve finished it. It’s been roughly edited and it’s not quite exactly what you asked for I don’t think but this was what came to me.

It has pretty heavy mentions of scallison at the end, and I’ll admit that I write in a verse where no one dies, but enough of that. This will be up on ao3 soon too, when I get home. This was posted on the app, that’s why it’s not under a read more, so sorry.

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Scott does it five times before he really realises what he means when he says it. And it isn’t until that fifth time that he finds out that Isaac knew from the first, what he really meant when he said I love you to him, that he knew before Scott himself knew, and that’s a little shocking considering Scott liked to think of himself as observant enough to recognise love when he was experiencing it.

He was slaving over some homework in his room and had been for a few hours, because the recent bout of witches meant that he had been set behind on all of his progress this year, and there was a test coming up soon so he really needed to get his finger out. He was contemplating taking a break to grab some food, cause he’d missed dinner and his mom was working, when there was a knock at his bedroom door. He looked up and Isaac’s crooked grin met him along with an onslaught of smells of his scent and Mexican spices.

"Hey, figured you’d need some food for brain power," Isaac said, holding up the plastic bag in one hand and two forks in the other, and Scott couldn’t help but grin back at him as he tossed his Econ book over his shoulder and straightened his back, popping his shoulder as he stretched.

"Aw dude, I love you," he said to show his appreciation. It was a sentiment, he was a loving guy.

Isaac shrugged and stepped over the thresh hold, dumped the bag of food beside Scott and pulled over Scott’s desk chair to the end of the bed. “I should think so too, cost a bomb,”

Scott shot his head up from where he had pulled out the take out box labeled ‘enchiladas’ and squinted at Isaac as he avoided his gaze. He pulled up his legs so that he was sitting cross legged and dug his hand into the pocket of his jeans.

"I’ll go halfs on it man I-" Scott said, suddenly very aware of how much trouble Isaac had actually gone to- what without a job, he wasn’t likely to have the extra money to go and get take out for Scott, despite the trust fund he had from his parents - but still.

"I’m kidding Scott, it’s fine," Isaac said, his crooked grin back as he looked at Scott, as if that would settle him and end his argument.

"But-" Scott argued.

Isaac interrupted him by thrusting his fork in his face and said “eat!” With a finality in his voice that Scott could never pull off, despite being the alpha.

It was with reluctance that Scott took the fork from Isaac and settled further on the bed, with his take out container, and he only felt better about the whole thing when he promised himself that he would pay for take out next time. It was from then though, that Scott found his eyes travelling up and over Isaac multiple times throughout the time that they ate together. His gaze lingered every time that Isaac said something, long after Isaac had looked down at his food, or moved the conversation forward.

He was trying to figure Isaac out, why this soft broken boy had taken solace and comfort in Scott, of all people who was just a fumbling alpha trying to figure things out, why he was so forgiving and gentle, despite what had happened to him, when it could have been so easy for him to go the other way, especially with his powers. And then Scott was stuck on thinking about himself and why he had let Isaac take such a prominent part in his life, into his pack, into his home. He didn’t know if that said more about him or Isaac at this moment and he didn’t want to think too much on it because the feelings scared him.

"You alright?" Isaac asked as he squinted slightly while his eyes roamed Scott’s face, as if searching for something that told him more than what he could see. Looking back on it now, Scott realised he probably found it, his face wasn’t good at masking his true feelings.

"Yeah, great. This is really good," Scott had said, stabbing into his food with his fork with enthusiasm and looking away.

"Right, it’s your favourite," Isaac said, and it wasn’t a secret, but it still impressed Scott that he knew and remembered what his favourite take out was, even what he normally ordered off the menu.

"Right," Scott said. He got another grin in return and then Isaac launched into a rant about what mischief Stiles had recently dragged Isaac into, and if Scott suddenly had a smile on his face for the rest of the night, that was the biggest sign anyone could see that he was falling in love.

-

The next time was just as casual at the first. He would have said the same to anyone else because he was desperate, but it was amazing how the person you say it to, can change the way you actually say it, especially when you’re a werewolf and can hear the tick of the heart and the slight change in tone of voice.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit," Scott muttered under his breath when he had pulled his Econ book out of his school bag and a piece of paper fluttered from the pages, with Scott’s scribbled scroll on it saying ‘do pages 76, 78 and 79 for Monday.’ It was Monday morning and he had just been about to leave for school and was checking that he had everything. There was no way he was going to be able to do three pages worth of questions in a matter of minutes.

“‘Sup? You ready?” Isaac appeared at the door, his own helmet for Scott’s bike hooked over his arm, his bag over his shoulder.

"How hard was the Econ homework?" Scott asked in response and he didn’t expect Isaac to smile back at him.

"Pretty hard. Did you forget?" Isaac asked.

"Yeah. Shit," Scott said, and pulled on his hair as his mind raced as to what he could do.

"You can copy mine in registration. Coach will probably know, but I’ll play the abandoned orphan card and you know how much of a sucker he is for it," Isaac said, casual and with a one armed shrug and that same crooked smile that Scott was starting to find impossible to not smile along with.

"Ah, I love you so much right now dude, my saviour!" Scott said as he stuffed books back into his bag.

"Yeah, well don’t thank me too much, it’s likely to be all wrong, like I said, it was hard, but at least it will be done," Isaac shrugged and shifted his helmet to his other arm. "Let’s get going, or else you won’t have time to do it and we’ll be late,"

"Right," Scott nodded and snatched his own helmet and shouldered his bag.

It wasn’t until they were on the bike and Isaac held on to Scott’s hips when they took a tight corner, that Scott realised how much he really appreciated Isaac’s presence. Much like he had felt when he had bought the take out, a couple of nights before, he really started to value how much Isaac meant to him. Something as simple as borrowing homework shouldn’t have brought out such a reaction of emotions swirling around his brain than it did, but it wasn’t like Scott could control it.

"You okay?" Isaac asked and it was so similar to the other night, that Scott felt an involuntary shudder go down his spine.

"Yeah," Scott called back with a determined nod and he was no longer sure if he was reassuring Isaac or himself.

"Whatever is going on in your head right now, ignore it. I want to get to school in one piece ‘kay?" Isaac said. Scott stuck his elbow backwards and caught Isaac in the ribs, if the huff of air against the back of his neck were anything to go by. Another shudder rippled down Scott’s spine. He ignored it, pushed it down and told himself this wasn’t what he thought it was.

-

The third time Scott had said those three words to Isaac, clearly had much more meaning behind it than the first two times, but that didn’t mean Scott realised this at the time.

Scott had let out a puff of breath that almost felt as if it had been punched out of him with the relief he felt. He still stared at the spot in the middle of the clearing where the fairy had hovered in mid air until it had popped out of sight, promising never to come back thanks to the talking down Scott had given it. That wasn’t before the fairy had brought half of his pack to their knees however.

He turned and zoned in on Stiles and Derek over by a far tree, Stiles slumped against it, with Derek holding his t-shirt to the sharp slice on his arm that the fairy had made. Stiles had been muttering about it only being a flesh wound, but had shut up with the look Derek levelled him with, and Scott really didn’t want to get involved there. Derek had it covered, Stiles would be alright. Allison and Lydia were over in the other corner of the clearing, gathering arrows from trunks of trees with soft grunts and huffs.

Scott turned again, zoned in on Isaac’s heartbeat and found him also propped up against a tree, like Stiles, but with no one like Derek mopping up his wounds. Scott felt his features slip back to normal, his fangs retracted and his claws slipped away and before he knew it he was knelt next to Isaac, his hand on Isaac’s shoulder, gripped tight.

“You okay?” Scott asked and he pressed down on Isaac’s knees so that his legs sat straight across the forest floor and revealed the large bloody slash across his abdomen. Isaac grunted and his head fell back to hit the tree trunk behind him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes screwed shut and taking tiny breaths through his teeth. Scott felt panic rising up inside of him and he settled his knees more firmly on the ground, taking the end of Isaac’s shirt and slowly pulling it up.

“Are you healing?” Scott asked, concerned by the amount of blood. He really needed water to be able to clear the blood and see the actual wound, but he didn’t want to move Isaac until they could be sure that his guts weren’t going to fall out the minute they did.

“I will now,” Isaac said tightly.

“Now?” Scott repeated, confused, trying to think of anything that could hinder the healing process, a spell or a mentality.

“Now that I know my Alpha is okay,” Isaac said and he opened his eyes, the iris’ glowing amber through the dark.

Scott looked over his shoulder towards Derek, now tying a firm tight knot in the t-shirt he had wrapped around Stiles’ arm. When he turned back to Isaac, with a frown, Isaac was grinning as if Scott had just told him a funny joke and he wasn’t currently half bleeding to death.

“Not Derek, you, you doofus,” Isaac said, unable to hold back the laugh as he said it, until he stopped short and groaned, shaking as he reached down to the wound on his stomach and tried to look at it.

Scott caught his wrists before he could touch it, and immediately saw his veins turning black as he leeched the pain from him. He looked at the wound, unsure how to react to Isaac’s sentiments but could feel his gaze on the top of his head. “Don’t touch it, it could get infected,”

“Wouldn’t the werewolf genes - push out the infection?” Isaac said softly, his breath brushing over Scott’s hair and Scott realised he was still loosely holding Isaac’s wrists at his sides.

“Yeah, but why waste the effort?” Scott said seriously, still not looking up at Isaac. It had always kind of been implied that Isaac’s loyalty had shifted from Derek to Scott, but it had never been confirmed out loud, and where Scott’s head was at the moment, really didn’t help him in trying to figure out what it meant.

“Right,” Isaac said with a hiss.

Scott shifted his feet again and let go of Isaac’s wrists when he was sure that he wasn’t going to try and touch again, fisted the end of Isaac’s t-shirt a little and used it to mop at the blood and the wound. It was deep and Scott was glad he wasn’t squeamish. It looked to be healing right before his eyes though, so it was a good sign.

“You’re healing, so you’re going to be fine,” Scott said and looked up into Isaac’s face, where he hadn’t stopped looking back at Scott since he had taken hold of his wrists.

“Of course I am,” Isaac said with a grin and a raised eyebrow, as if questioning why Scott ever thought the contrary.

“Scott!” Derek’s voice came from the other end of the clearing and Scott tore his eyes away from Isaac to look over his shoulder. Derek and Stiles were now standing, Derek’s arm around Stiles’ waist, even though it was his arm that was injured and didn’t impact his stability, but Stiles didn’t seem to be complaining.

“Stiles is going to the hospital, he needs stitches,” Derek said and Scott could see from where he crouched, Stiles roll his eyes.

“Okay. I’ll stay with Isaac and we’ll just head home. Check in when you guys are done,” Scott nodded.

Derek nodded back and led Stiles away. Scott noticed the girls start to pack up Lydia’s car and figured they wouldn’t be too far behind stiles and Derek leaving, so he hoped Isaac would be safe enough to stand soon, he didn’t fancy hanging around with an injured beta if the fairy decided to go back on her word and come back the minute he didn’t have back up.

He turned back to Isaac who was still looking at him curiously. “You think you can stand and make it to the car?” He asked, he didn’t fancy getting Isaac on the back of his bike, and hoped Allison and Lydia would be kind enough to take them to the vet clinic, if Isaac was still oozing blood as much as he still currently was.

"Why aren’t you going with Stiles and get Lydia and Allison to take me home?" Isaac asked as he slung his arm over Scott’s shoulder with a bit of probing from Scott’s insistent fingers.

"Think Derek’s got him covered dude, and I’m not leaving you," Scott said. When Isaac continued to look baffled as Scott locked his legs to support his weight as he pulled him into a stand, he let a loud sigh. "Stiles is just a scratch, a trip to the hospital is more for Derek’s piece of mind I think. You’re healing slowly, you need me," Scott said.

"I always need you, but stiles needs you too, Stiles is your best friend," Isaac said as if that explained his line of thought to Scott, but it really didn’t.

Scott pulled Isaac into a stand and Isaac barely grimaced, never mind made a sound, he was too busy staring at Scott with wonder. “You’re my best friend too,” Scott grunted, and sagged slightly under Isaac’s weight. Isaac must have realised cause he eased off and shuffled his feet into a better stance.

"I love you man, don’t ever think otherwise," Scott said, and maybe he had been focused on Isaac’s heart beat, searching for any irregularity because of his injury, or maybe subconsciously for something else, but he had found it at last and his head swivelled to the side and up to see Isaac’s face, bracing himself for the sag of weight on his shoulder - but it never came.

Isaac was smiling, soft and gentle and his eyes were set on Scott’s lips, intense and burning amber again. He met Scott’s own eyes and then quickly turned his gaze in front of them, over where Scott could hear Allison and Lydia shuffling their feet by the car.

"We should get home," Isaac said and looked down at himself, raised his shirt where it had fallen back down over the wound when Scott had gotten him to his feet. Scott looked too and it was clear now that he was healing, just a little slower than Scott had expected.

"Hurry up guys, the quicker we get out of here, the better," Lydia shouted over to them and they both looked up to her and started shuffling over the forest floor. "Please try and keep your bleeding to a minimum, I don’t want to have to find out how to get blood out of the seats," Lydia said and Isaac snorted against Scott, and the slight tension that had fallen from their little moment lifted, and Scott’s mind was able to unstuck from the image of Isaac looking at him the way he had.

-

Ever since he had been turned, Scott had never been able to sleep as soundly as he used to. His heightened senses didn’t have an off switch, no matter how tired he was, and he wasn’t a stranger to waking in the middle of the night because of the sound of a car rolling down the street - three streets over. He’d never really discussed it with the other wolves to see if they were the same, or if he just hadn’t ever managed to control what he heard or smelt while he was meant to be unconscious. It tended to come in handy if he was ever knocked out by the recent bad guy, but apart from that, it tended to just be inconvenient.

That was why, a few days after the whole fairy debacle, when Scott had been tucked up in bed, in his now normal in-between sleeping state, he was immediately alert and awake when he heard the familiar sound of Isaac’s tread padding down the hallway towards Scott’s bedroom. He blinked himself fully awake, keeping still under the covers until he heard the slight creek of his bedroom door being pushed open and the scent of fear and sadness swept into the room like a wave.

Immediately, Scott had sat up, twisting so that he was facing Isaac, heartbeat spiking at the thought of a threat, going into fight mode, preparing himself for a rush of adrenaline. He hadn’t heard any kind of threat, the first he’d known about it was Isaac’s footsteps, which begged the question, why hadn’t he heard Isaac get up and move around his room first? Unless he had been deep enough to miss it.

Isaac’s tall silhouette looked dwarfed and slumped now in the frame of Scott’s door and he looked like he was shivering, his heart beat was still fast and slightly irregular. Scott inhaled again, and could smell salt and- those were tears, and suddenly he knew what was happening.

Isaac was prone to nightmares, for obvious reasons, and it wasn’t unusual for Scott to be awakened by the sound of Isaac’s struggles in the middle of the night- the whine’s and mutterings that sounded deafening to Scott’s sensitive ears. Scott always wanted to go and check on him, but after the first time and he had asked if Isaac was okay and got silence in response- despite knowing that he was awake- he didn’t want to push his comfort and support on Isaac, it was up to him to take it. Tonight seemed to be that night.

Scott moved over in his bed and lifted the corner of his covers up, patted the space next to him as an open invitation. Isaac stayed in the doorway and even though it was dark, his face was starting to become clearer to Scott, and he could see the torn indecision all over it. He shot Isaac a supportive, tender smile, hoping he could see him through the dark of night and lay back on his pillows, leaving the covers as they were, for Isaac to take if he wanted.

It took a good couple of seconds, where Scott lay and counted Isaac’s heartbeats that were pounding louder than his own in his ears, and that should have told him everything that he needed to know about how much he cared for Isaac. Eventually though, Isaac stepped into the room and pulled the door closed and slowly and timidly made his way to Scott’s bed. He stood over him, his face suddenly illuminated in the light coming from the half moon high in the sky outside the window. His face was wet and streaked with tears, like Scott expected, and he looked torn but broken.

“Come on, get in,” Scott said, tapping the space next to him again, speaking softly and quietly with a small half smile. Isaac apparently didn’t need to be told twice verbally and he cautiously climbed up into the space Scott had provided him.

They lay on their backs together for a moment, arms smushed close and hard against each other, Isaac’s heat like a furnace, stifling and hot, but not uncomfortable. His scent had levelled out a little, but still had the bitterness of sadness hanging on around the edges.

Scott sighed and turned on his side, looked up at Isaac’s face and blinked owlishly at him until Isaac finally looked down at him. Oh he was broken alright.

“Hey, come here,” Scott said softly after just a glance into those eyes. He poked and pushed and prodded Isaac into a position so that they were facing each other. He pushed a leg between Isaac’s so that he could hook and tangle them together and buried his face under Isaac’s jaw, against his neck, inhaling his scent where it was strongest and feeling the effects of that fizzle under his skin as if his blood had been replaced with cola.

He slung an arm casually over Isaac’s hip, slipping his hand up the back of Isaac’s t-shirt and splaying his fingers over the middle of his back, petting slightly. Isaac was rigid, but only for a split second, before he melted into the mattress and Scott could feel and hear the breath catching in Isaac’s throat as he held back sobs.

“You’re okay. It’s not real and I’m here. I’m not going anywhere Isaac,” Scott muttered against Isaac’s skin in the hopes of soothing him. If Isaac questioned him later, he would say he was just rambling the first shit that came to his head, but they would both know that wasn’t even true. He meant every word.

“’s just nightmares, we all get them. You’re okay. You know I love you okay? I’ll always be here,” Scott mumbled and let his fingers trace patterns mindlessly against the skin of Isaac’s back. He didn’t miss the skipped beat of Isaac’s heart on the words ‘I love you’ and he knew fine what it meant. There was no reason to question it this time, no other reason for the irregularity, and even if there had been, Scott couldn’t be sure that he would have tried to explain it away. He was ready.

Scott was tactful though. He knew when the time was right and when it wasn’t and this would be one of those times when the circumstances and Isaac’s mentality and emotional state was not stable enough for confessions of real love, and the subject of starting something serious like a relationship. He could wait. There would be plenty of time for that later. Right now, Isaac just needed Scott to be there, physically and emotionally and he was trying his best.

Scott continued to mumble and mutter words of encouragement and support into the clavicle of Isaac’s neck and only stopped when Isaac’s scent went back to normal, his heart rate slowed and his breath became heavier and relaxed. Scott thought he had maybe fallen asleep and moved back a little to look up into Isaac’s face, before he got a proper chance though, Isaac tightened the arms that had settled around Scott at some point and pulled him back in.

“Thanks,” came his weak wrecked voice and Scott’s heart broke just a little bit. He tightened his own hold on Isaac and let his lips drag over Isaac’s neck, in a not quite kiss, in response. He waited until he was sure Isaac is asleep before he whispered, “you’re welcome,” and settled down to get some sleep himself.

-

Unfortunately Scott and Isaac had woken the next morning to Scott’s phone ringing, and he had stupidly answered it. It had been Stiles, talking quickly and sounding harried about an alpha pack that had come into the town over and were apparently trying to take over all wolf territory in California - Derek had heard and told him. Scott was the Beacon Hills pack alpha now, so it was up to him to take action and warn them off, stand their ground.

Scott had still been half asleep, caught up in Isaac’s scent with his warm presence pressed against his back, where they had shifted in the middle of the night so that Scott was the small spoon. He could tell he was awake, because of the beat of his heart that he was suddenly so attuned to, and the pace of his breath against his neck, and he knew he was listening to Stiles’ conversation, probably more than Scott really was.

Before he knew what he was really doing, Scott was agreeing to get the wolves together to meet the alpha pack at the boundary’s of the town to lay the law down. He didn’t know what he really thought he was doing, as there wasn’t much of a pack left anymore. It was just him, Derek, Isaac and Peter in the form of wolves, what with Jackson gone and Erica and Boyd having fled to greener pastures when they realised how much of a bad fit them and Derek really were. They had been in touch since Scott took up the alpha position, and were talking about coming back, but that wasn’t going to happen within just a few hours - which was apparently all Scott had before the alpha pack decided enough was enough and just barged through.

He hung up on Stiles once his best friend had confirmed the time they would all meet to get the pack together to ‘destroy the enemy’ and dropped his hand so that it came to rest on the one Isaac had cradled round his stomach, holding him close. Isaac twined their fingers and snuffled his nose against the back of Scott’s neck.

“I take it, it’s up to us to save the town again?” Isaac asked after neither of them moved. His lips brushed Scott’s neck with every word and made him struggle to hold back shudders.

“Looks that way,” Scott responded. He turned in Isaac’s arms and tucked one of his own under his head, the other hooked round Isaac’s waist. Isaac looked startled to see Scott’s face, but broke into a small smile when Scott did.

“No rest for the wicked huh?” Isaac said softly. Scott hummed in agreement, and let his eyes travel over Isaac’s face, resting on his lips at last and then flicked up to his eyes to ask his permission. Isaac gave the tiniest of nods, one that a human would never be able to catch.

Scott surged forward to close the small gap between them, and kissed him on the lips as if he was starving for it. He realised now that he probably, actually, kind of was. He had denied himself - and by by product, Isaac too - of this for too long. Why? He had no idea, because this was the best thing he could have done, the best feeling in the world, something he had only ever experienced once before - with Allison.

He was in no way about to compare their relationships, because this was completely different. Allison was his first love and there would always be something there for her, something he can live with, without having to act on it, but at the same time, something that is just ready to be reignited if the time was right. With Isaac though, this was something new and exciting and there was just something there - a spark that had been fizzling under the skin for so long Scott had become accustomed to it, until Isaac brought it to the surface again with his kindness and genuine admiration for Scott.

Scott pulled back slowly from the kiss, Isaac’s lips following him for a second before they finally parted and Scott opened his eyes. Isaac kept his closed, head back on the pillow, and Scott didn’t attempt to hide the smile that was brought to his face. He cradled Isaac’s jaw in his hand, his fingers reaching up to brush over his cheekbone and Isaac’s eyes fluttered open.

“Isaac, you have no idea how much I care for you, how much I love you,” Scott said. He’d never been one to hang around and wait to share his feelings. He was always all or nothing, fast or not at all. He hoped Isaac would understand that.

Isaac’s soft smile told him he did, and Isaac dug his fingers into Scott’s hips and his eyes travelled all over Scott’s face, taking every bit of it in. “I really think I do though,” he said.

“I don’t-“ Scott started to argue.

“No, I do. I knew from the first time you told me you loved me. You thought you meant it in jest, like with everyone else, but I knew better. I can read you Scott and I knew your heart was there, your head just took a moment to catch up,” Isaac said.

Scott frowned back at him, thumb sliding over Isaac’s skin on his cheek and he felt confused beyond all belief. “That time with the Mexican food? I really didn’t-“

“You did. Your heart didn’t lie, didn’t tweak like it does when you tell the same words to the rest of the pack. I’d only heard it beat like that when you said it to Allison, that’s how I knew,” Isaac said, and how could Scott argue with that? Wasn’t that what he just did - describe the feeling and their relationship like the one he had with Allison?

Scott nodded at last, accepting what Isaac had to say and leant forward to let their lips meet briefly again. It was neither here nor there if Isaac had realised things before Scott had, it wasn’t a competition. Isaac held him tight, kissed back until their lips were numb and bruising. Scott wouldn’t get tired of this if every kiss was like that.

“We need to go save the world,” Scott mumbled, their lips barely apart and their eyes still closed.

“If it means that’ll give us more time for this later, then yeah sure, we should get moving,” Isaac said. Scott sighed before he moved, rolling off and away from Isaac and the bed. He stood and stretched tall, stifling a yawn and forcing himself to stop from turning around to look at Isaac again, because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to stop.

It wasn’t until they were walking out the door to Scott’s bike - helmets hooked onto their arms - when Isaac pulled Scott into him for another kiss, short and sweet and muttered “for the record, I love you too,” into his mouth.

Scott smiled up at Isaac and felt as if his own heart was going to burst inside his chest with the amount of pride and emotion swelling up in it. “I wish I could tell you I knew that before you did, but I’m clearly just not as observant as you,”

Isaac’s soft smile turned into a smirk and he pushed on Scott’s shoulder, nudging him towards the bike and refusing to make a comment on that. Scott didn’t mind, just swung a leg over the seat of the bike and waited for Isaac to get on behind him. Once they were settled, helmets on, he revved the engine and sped off to go save Beacon Hills again.

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