howl like wolves

Isaac Lahey Junior • Animal Mimicry Age: 17 Height: 6'1'' "Yeah, you're on a golden leash But no, you're not their only beast"

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Sunday Stroll || Erica & Isaac

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“I’ll tell you, but if I do, and you tell someone else, I’ll never ever ever look at you again, capice?” Erica said with a straight face as she looked up at Isaac. Up until this point, he knew everything about her. Silly crushes, when she first got her period, and when someone called her ‘seizure girl’ for the first time ever. They had shared so much together, she couldn’t NOT tell him. Slowly, she leaned up, her lips against his ear.  ”It was Derek,” she whispered softly, burying her face in the crook of his neck after her confession. 

After most of her embarrassment had died down, the blonde girl lifted her head up to look at him, biting her lip. “I haven’t watched a cheesy movie in over an hour now, Lahey. Do you have any idea how hard that is for me?” With a grin, Erica mimicked his whine, nudging him in the ribs lightly. Looking ahead of her, she thought about how great it would be to have Isaac on the swim team. “It’s a shame, really,” she pondered out loud. “You would look like a Greek god in those speedos..” It came out as a mumble, but she knew Isaac would be able to hear her. “We have some great swimmers in the guy’s team, but we could always use you. When your grades are up, let me know, and I’ll talk to Jackson, put in a good word. You’d be perfect for the team. And it would be so much fun.” The girl all but clapped her hands in excitement. She could feel Isaac wasn’t nearly as excited as she was, so she tried to be excited enough for the both of them.

With a broad smile, she leaned her head back into his touch, a soft giggle escaping her lips as his eyelashes brushed her cheek. “That tickles,” she said softly, her eyes shining as she noticed that bright smile she loved so much. It even reached his eyes. “You know, we should go back to my room and watch a cheesy movie. I’m getting withdraw symptoms!” For the dramatic effect, she reached her hand up, shaking it in his face. “We can stuff our faces with candy and cuddle, if you want,” she added in a small voice. That was something they used to do all the time. They would change into their PJs, and lay in bed, watching old movies and quoting their favorite scenes together. With big doe eyes, Erica looked up at Isaac, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “Pleeeeasseeeeeee?” she begged him.   

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At first, Isaac didn't know how to take the news that Erica and her long-time-crush Derek Hale shared a pool kiss. There was the initial: wow! It's about time, congratulations on the kiss moment, but that only followed the: wait, isn't Derek basically a teacher? And how much older is he? That ended on a: But he's super hot so that doesn't really matter. And of course there was little flare ups of a couple of thoughts that couldn't be quite worded, and strange emotions caught between happy-for and jealous-of. He wasn't too sure if he was jealous of Derek for possibly stealing his friend away, or if he was jealous of Erica for getting her long-time-crush kiss or what. All he knew was he felt like he was losing something and as much as he wanted to be proud of her, he found himself feeling… honestly, not too much from the news. Despite all the over thinking.

So yeah, it was crazy in Isaac's head for a few moments. But he quickly threw on a smile. Not that it was actually fake or anything. He was, after all, happy to be trusted with the information, but that's about as far as it went thanks to the conflicting emotions. "I won't tell a soul." He couldn't help but let a small chuckle out his nose at the threat, or maybe the news in general. "Now the next step is for you to tell me how good of a kiss it was." He teased, playing the part of gurlfran like he usually did in the matter of Erica's love-life. He's seen enough of those movies to play the part well. Even if he was mocking it half the time. "But seriously, Erica, I'm happy for you, and make sure to keep me posted on the Derek-front."

And as for movies, Isaac's nose wrinkled a little at the thought of watching another of those chick-flicks he's already seen before. They were often predictable and the story had a distinct lack of action for his tastes. But for candy and cuddling he'd do anything. And maybe some of those movies were good. Although, right now, anything with romance in it was a little distasteful for him. If only because he's never actually been in a relationship yet. Sure, he's asked a couple girls out in freshman year, but being shot down both times made him hesitant to ever do it again. And then his big crush in sophomore year prevented him from looking for anything else.

But at least he had Erica. The girl who apparently thinks he'd look like a greek god if he joined the swim team. He snorted at the preposterous idea but gave her a little squeeze for trying. "We'll see." Was all he could say to that. Swim team just wouldn't be his thing. Pool parties weren't either. Going shirtless anywhere was just not something he was into.

Anyway, back to movies: "Tired of the outdoors already?" Was his sad attempt at trying to get out of the movie date, candy or no. Not that he didn't like movie time with Erica. He loved it as long as the movie wasn't god-awful, and even then, at least he could make fun of it. "Unless we can watch Indiana Jones." Harrison Ford quotes were among Isaac's most well-known.

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A Breather :: Matt and Isaac

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Matt cursed at himself in his head.  The night was supposed to be about Isaac and lightening up the guy’s load, not adding to it with his own personal problems.  And when heard the comment about keeping the China cabinets, he knew that Isaac was getting uncomfortable with the whole situation.  Matt did the same thing when he wanted to get out of an awkward topic or situation.  Joking was always easier and it seemed to work on most people and for most situations.  ”I dunno.  Kinda big and bulky, but pretty sure they belonged to my grandma.  So isn’t it kinda an obligation to take them?”  He paused for a moment, biting his lip.  ”Isaac… wherever I end up, you know that one call from you and I’ll be there in a heartbeat, right?”  He figured that was what the discomfort was about… and he half hoped it too.  It felt good to know that someone would really miss him if he were to disappear, even if it was a sad feeling at the same time.  ”Bros for life, dude.  Seriously.  Not going to get rid of me that easily, even if you wanted to.”  He wasn’t sure how much that reassure the boy, but he meant it.  Even if there was distance between them, it didn’t mean the end of their friendship and didn’t mean that they would never see each other again.

When Isaac stood up tall next to him, he could help the grin that spread out over his lips.  He’d noticed earlier that Isaac had definitely gotten his growth spurt, but it became even more apparent when he stood up tall and straight next to him.  ”By an inch, maybe less,” he teased.  ”Besides, height ain’t got nothing to do with it man.”  It was more about which was more comfortable.  Isaac was taller, sure, but Matt was a lot bulkier and his body type was bigger too.  But all in all, he was just glad to get Isaac smiling again and getting his mood back up.  It was his favorite side of the younger teen and one that he hadn’t seen much of in awhile.

Matt grated the cheese next to Isaac, nodding as the boy talked about Jeremy.  He knew the other boy pretty well, and they were pretty good friends.  He laughed a little about the comic preference thing.  He knew that both males were fans of their comics, much like he was, though he could appreciate both Marvel and DC.  He had a decent amount of both comics lying around his room.  But when his words became choked and he started stuttering, he stopped sliding the cheese against the grater and he looked over at his friend with a frown.  It wasn’t the first time he saw his friend cry, or the first time he saw him break down, but no matter how many times he witnessed it, it never got any easier.  The real issues started leaking through and he knew that dinner would have to wait for a bit.  He set the cheese on the counter, a sad smile forming at the onion comment and the apology.  ”No apologies.  You’re holding in a lot of crap man.  Sometimes it’s good to let it out.”

He walked over to the microwave and took a handful of tissues from the box sitting on top of it.  Matt put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and him so that he was facing him.  He patted his face dry a little, even though the tears kept coming and it was a little useless.  ”Maybe just a little,” he said with a sad smile.  ”But messes can be cleaned up.”    Once it was at least a little drier, he led Isaac over to the sink and told him to wash his hands.  ”Isaac, it’s high school.  I’m pretty sure by definition, it’s supposed to be a mess.”  Sure, there were highlights to it, but from his experience, high school was mostly just a bunch of drama.  Although, it was getting better for him and he knew things would look up for Isaac as well.  

Matt handed Isaac a towel to dry his hands off when they were all clean.  ”I know you don’t want to,” Matt began, “but I really think you should talk.  It hurts me to see you holding all this crap inside of you.” He placed his hands on his friends shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze.  ”I won’t force you, you know that.  But I really think you should get some of it out.”  If Isaac really didn’t want to, he’d back off again.  He knew that a lot of what was probably on Isaac’s mind happened only a couple weeks ago, so it still might be a little too soon, but at the same time, he honestly felt that maybe getting some of it out in the open would help.  Sure, opening up hurt and maybe waiting was easier.  But he felt that it prolonged the pain.  It was Isaac’s choice, though, and he wasn’t going to pressure the boy to do anything that he wasn’t ready to.

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It was great to hear Matt assure him that, no matter the distance, they'd still be close. It was a promise. One he really needed to hear. Even if he didn't fully believe in it. Matt was always a busy guy. He was independent, mature… but busy. As much as Matt wished he could always be there, he couldn't. Thus proved with his late entry to his senior year and completely missing the whole hunger games incident. And Isaac hated to need him as much as he did. Not when Matt had his own problems. Not when he was too busy for him. And so, the thought of calling Matt from wherever job he was working, to put his life on hold, just to slap some bandages on Isaac… well, that was selfish right?

And since he was already crying, he might as well let those thoughts add to the flow of tears. It was a strange moment. Almost like it wasn't real. Although his shoulders were heavy, shaking, and tight; he felt light and liberated; he was stuck between wanting to cry more and to stop as soon as possible; and he didn't know whether he should throw himself on Matt or try to hide away from him. It was all so confusing, he felt powerless, was an absolute mess, and he knew trying to hide or lie about that wasn't going to help him anymore. And thankfully he trusted Matt enough to allow this. He trusted him enough that, with the help of his hands, he turned towards him and exposed his puffy-wet-crying-face and accepted his help. Sure the napkins were annoying and probably only made him feel worse: More dependent on the older male. But at least it was distracting. It got to the point that he was smiling more, even chuckling through sobs as Matt played mother. Or, at least, what Isaac would assume was motherly.

"This is awful." He finally managed, tone hoarse, humoured, but choked and pathetic. "I don't ever get to see you cry about your high school drama." It was emasculating, yes. Everything about this situation was. But he wasn't sure if he regretted it. Other than the fact that his eyes still hurt from the death-onion.

He sniffled a bit as he was led to the sink. Washing his hands and then splashing the water on his face, hiding the tears, but his puffy-red eyes betrayed him. He shivered and rubbed at his face a little more, tips of his hair wet along the brow. He looked a little on the drowned side as he bit at his bottom lip and looked around through still-blurry eyes. Talking made sense. Of course it made sense. But which of his issues should he talk about first? "If I have to talk, you're cutting the rest of the onion." He tried a smile to go along with the joke. He wasn't too sure when Matt wanted him to talk. Now? After diner? At night? Isaac was probably emotional and defeated enough now to let things spill out. He still didn't really want to, even if he knew he should.

He swallowed, glancing to one of Matt's hands on his shoulders, then across to his face. His own eyes were half-lidded, still a little red around the edges, and eyelashes wet. He gave him a quirky little smirk despite it all. "After cooking and feeling-sharing, can we, please, do something a little manly? Or a lot manly?" He didn't know if that was another joke or a sincere request. Maybe it was both.

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Well, I guess that makes me lucky

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Call it karma || Isaac & Kol

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As things got quit, Kol studied the boy and it was obvious that something was going on with him. His body language makes it obvious. Isaac was struggling with more than just the vulture attack, but Kol wasn’t someone that would pry in someone’s personal life. He could only lend a listening ear or a helping hand to those that needed it. But he was pretty sure that Isaac wouldn’t accept his help, at least not yet as the memory of the attack was still fresh. A small smirk appeared on the older Mikaelson’s lips as he heard those words coming from Isaac. “And he actually speaks. Glad you got a backbone now, Lahey.” Kol never said those things to actually be mean to the kids as that wasn’t his purpose. He just wanted them to toughen up and not just let everyone walk all over them. It was good that the boy in front of him was finally standing up for himself. “It’s always the quiet ones that you need to watch out for.”

Kol let the boy speak and had to admit that he knew nothing about the power Isaac had. It was completely different than his own and it’s always hard to picture yourself in someone else’s shoes. He just didn’t realise that it went so deep with him. “You’re right. I know nothing about that. I have no idea what it feels like. I just have an active power where I can use the elements in combat. And that’s it. I don’t know what it’s like to form a bond with something or someone.” Frowning at the boy’s next response, he wasn’t just going to let him  accuse the teacher of everything. “In my defense, I didn’t train them. I asked someone more experienced for that. To both train the mutts and the vultures. And you think I’d tell him to make them attack people and rip them apart? I didn’t. They just had to intimidate you all, not actually attack. So you should first get your fact straight before you accuse me of everything that went wrong. I’m sorry that that happened to you. There’s isn’t more that I can say or do. I wanted to come tell you that sooner but they said that your condition was bad so I wanted until you got out. By the way, if you want to hit me, go ahead.”

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He couldn't really believe what Kol was saying. What was he trying to do? Provoke Isaac further? Because if that was his plan, it was working. His skin was crawling and he was doing whatever it took not to just flip out on him. His arms crossed, he was squeezing a bicep to a bruising limit, glaring off at the wall. He didn't even know if Kol was really trying at all. Sure, Isaac knew he just dumped quite a bit on the teacher, so of course there would be some sort of retaliation. But this, this isn't what Isaac wanted to hear. He didn't know what he wanted. Maybe some amount of empathy. But this felt like the opposite. Kol pretty much just threw it all back in his face. Whatever apology he had was basically meaningless if it was smothered in excuses. Excuses Isaac had heard from everyone else already. And what was Kol even doing now? Blaming someone else for this?

"So you did buy bad vultures." He spoke through his gritted teeth, his nails starting to dig in through his layers of clothing now that the building anger made it hard to keep control on his power. "I've heard all the excuses already, Mikaelson. You regurgitating them isn't making anything better." He started advancing on him, slowly at first, and then suddenly pouncing with the help of his animal ability, pinning the teacher against the wall and leaning into him with inhuman strength to keep him there. The instincts he could barely control made him growl lowly down at his prey, his upper lip curling as he snarled. "I know what you did. You didn't think. You may not have trained the animals yourself, but you still sicked them on all of us. And then you didn't even try and stop it when it went too far. You just had your big brother clean everything up for you, giving you barely a slap on the wrist while your students have been traumatized for life. And you can't even fully take the blame for it. You can't even give a decent apology."

Isaac didn't know how he could talk so much. He never did. And especially in situations where his ability was slowly taking over. Making him overly violent and full of blood lust, all of it driven by revenge. And not just for the vultures, but his entire past of being pushed around and beaten now finally driving him to some sort of breaking point. "And don't you dare tell me again you only meant for them to intimidate. Because they didn't listen to you. And that. Is. Your. Fault." He leaned in closer, unable to stop his lips from curling to show more of his teeth and another growl from sounding from the back of his throat. "And don't ask me to hit you. Because I won't stop."

Isaac didn't know when it had started. But only now did he realize that his cheeks were wet. He was crying. Not sobbing, but tears had been flowing not long after he'd pinned his teacher.

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Shower Time || Stiles & Isaac

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Stiles heard the advice, heard the laughter in his voice, and turned red. Great, just great, he cursed himself, but did as was suggested. The flow of water was heavy and warm and Stiles had to blink frantically to try and get rid of some of the sting. There still some ache there, like there was something in his eye, but it was mostly gone, thank god.

He swallowed. “Thanks,” he called over, “And ah, I know it’s pretty great. I didn’t think I would…”

Stiles could hear the slight awkwardness in Isaac’s voice, and it made him feel bad. Maybe he shouldn’t have started speaking. He knew a lot of people didn’t like to get close and personal in the showers. Just because he didn’t care, didn’t mean that everyone felt the same. He opened his mouth to apologise, but his mind caught up to the last thing Isaac had said, before the soap invasion.

“You…you want to help me?” he sounded surprised, and his heart beat picked up again.

God damnit Stiles, control yourself. You’re being ridiculous.

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"No problem." He returned to Stiles' thanks after having to bite his lip to keep from saying a 'no, thank you' or something ridiculous, or worse: lame. Even if it was true. Isaac really needed the laugh. The distraction. Stiles was good for that. Maybe that's why Isaac teased him all the time. Well that, and part of it was because he was a bit jealous of his closer relationship to Scott.

But Scott wasn't here. Still wasn't here. Maybe he should stop with his weird form of friendly-picking-on. Or at least lessen it. And certainly none of that when Isaac was showering. Even if it would be too easy after the whole soap-incident.

"Uh-- yeah, why not?" He swallowed and ducked his head under the water once more, drowning out the sounds and hopefully the awkwardness until he came back out for air. When he did, his ears almost-immediately found Stiles' once-again-rampant heart beat. Isaac's first thought was his teammate stuck more soap in his eyes or something. But that apparently wasn't the case. Isaac didn't know what it was. "Did Coach say what you need working on?" He asked just to break tension.

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text to; Isaac

Erica: Psssst

Erica: Pssssssssst

Erica: Psst

Erica: I had to make up for the last days. sorry babe!

Isaac: And I was just about to Pssst you instead.

Isaac: You saved me

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A Breather :: Matt and Isaac

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Matt eyed Isaac as he wandered over next to him and peered down at the cookbook.  He noticed his jaw reset, most likely because he was biting his cheek, which usually meant that there was something on his mind.  He waited patiently for Isaac to speak up, his eyes glued to his friend as he moved around the kitchen to gather the things he asked for.  When his request finally came, an eyebrow shot up.  Vegetarian kick?  Since when…  His mind cut off short when everything clicked.  It was probably related to the whole battle exercise gone wrong.  From what he heard, Isaac had been attacked by vultures.  He wasn’t exactly sure what had happened with them, but obviously something that turned his friend off to meat.  ”Never tried making it without meat before, but I don’t see why it shouldn’t work.  It’ll be an adventure.”

Matt gave a sigh and a shrug.  He hadn’t really thought about where he wanted to move to.  Honestly, it would depend on if he could find a better job somewhere, but at the same time, he kind of didn’t want to leave his hometown.  It was close to everything and to a lot of people that he cared about.  Sure, he’d be graduating in December, but  he still wanted to be there for Isaac until he was able to move out on his own.  ”I’d like to stay in the area if I can.  I mean, I grew up here and all, and I have a bunch of friends that I’d hate to leave behind.”  Matt grinned when Isaac approved of the idea.  It meant a lot to have the support of his closest friend, especially when leaving the place behind wasn’t really an easy decision.  He had spent his entire life in the house, and even though there were a lot of painful memories, there were also a lot of really good ones.  He laughed at the little quip about the decor, nodding a little.  ”Yeah, it’s a bit on the girly side, but I guess it grows on you over the years.  It’ll still be nice to have a space that I can completely call my own.”

The awkwardness was definitely there between them about the subject, and he wasn’t really sure why.  There shouldn’t have been awkwardness.  Sure, it wasn’t really common for two dudes to share a bed, much less one that was genuinely made for one person, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t been in each other’s personal space before.  And it was just sleeping.  ”Yeah, it is a little cumbersome.  Alright then, it’s settled.  We can share my bed.  I call big spoon though.”  He smirked and nudged his friend lightly, feeling the awkwardness slowly fade away.

“Deal,” he replied.  Laugh at Isaac while he was crying?  Never.  Not even for something silly like chopping up onions.  It didn’t matter what it was, he’d never make fun of or laugh at Isaac for crying.  It would be kinda hard to, after what he’s grown to associate tears to.  

While Isaac busied himself with dicing onions, Matt preheated the oven, filled a pot with water and set it on the stove to boil, and got the cheese grater out.  He set up his station next to Isaac and grated the cheese onto a plate.  ”So…” He still didn’t want to bring up the whole hunger games thing yet.  That was a discussion that he figured was best saved until after dinner.  ”You and Jer are roommates, right?”  He was pretty good friends with Jeremy and really like the company of the younger male.  ”How’s that going?”

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Isaac had to wonder how much of the 'hunger games' fiasco Matt knew about. From his experience, most students, the one's who cared anyway, only knew that he was in a coma for a couple days, and was the only student unable to receive visitors. No answers were given besides that. Of course, most teachers knew more than that. And maybe the hospital staff had talked. Isaac still wasn't particularly ready to talk through the trauma. It may have happened a couple weeks ago, but it was still fresh in his mind. For the moment, it was best to just distract himself from it. Maybe one day he'll get at it when the memories weren't so vivid and painful. It probably wasn't a very healthy choice, an idea further agreeable with how he's been acting recently. A little more violently, snappy, over emotional… panicked. Even a little sadistic. And then there were the nightmares…

Isaac was also quite aware of what they was said about people who suffered childhood abuse. That they have a higher chance of growing up abusers themselves. That was something Isaac had feared. Especially when he noticed how much he liked hurting people when he allowed himself to do it. Why he enjoyed lacrosse so much. And his past, plus this new vulture incident. It just made him so angry. But he also felt powerless. So when he did inflict any sort of pain, it was the revenge, it was the power. And he hated how much he liked it. He didn't want to be that person. But sometimes he couldn't control it. And the animals didn't help him much either.

Isaac was looking down at his hands, his fingers squeezing together. He swallowed. Not really sure how to approach the vegatarian discussion anymore, nor the topic of Matt moving. He said something like a 'yeah, close would be cool'. But he honestly wasn't too sure. He couldn't stand the thought that Matt might move somewhere impossible. And he might have to if he tries to take on the world with only a high school degree. "Please tell me you're going to keep the china cabinets." He found himself finally, cocking his head towards the aforementioned elegance with a grin. Maybe it was just because teasing was so easy to do. It was deflecting, wasn't it? Or was it just such a normal thing to do with a friend?

"Hey." Isaac stood up closer and taller after Matt called 'big spoon'. "I should get big spoon; I'm taller." He wasn't actually sure if he was. Isaac hit a crazy growth spurt over the summer, and standing straight up with Matt so close, he could swear he was taller. Which was interesting since Matt was pretty tall himself. However, what Matt still had on him was a lot more muscle tone, and sure the graveyard job Isaac took over the summer toned himself up, he still looked pretty skinny next to the other. Not that muscle was really something Isaac needed. Not when his powers could easily increase his strength beyond regular human capabilities.

Either way, Isaac was smirking, still joking. Jokes made it less awkward. Isaac was also pretty proud of his height, even if he was usually too shy to really use it. He'd hunker down and slump a lot, just so his height wouldn't make him stand out when he didn't want to.

But now he was chopping onions, slowly, and blinking quiet often when the fumes stung at his eyes. They were red already, but so far no tears. He was fighting them pretty hard. And he was happy for the distraction. "Jeremy's cool." Was the first vague answer. He had to pause just to close his eyes for a couple seconds, turning away from the onion. "Besides being DC when I'm Marvel, we get a long." He smiled, pushing the onions away once the build up of tears in his eyes finally spilled down his cheeks. "H- he's great, actually. We became friends pretty quickly" He tried smiling more, but for some reason, it just pushed out more tears. He tried a laugh, but it came out a little choked and when he tried wiping at some of the tears, the onion juice on his fingers only made it worse. "I-I'm… I'm such a mess, aren't I?" He bowed his head, placing his hands on the counter to brace himself. "And I don't know w-why? It's my junior year. This was supposed to be my best year yet? B-but… everything's just…" His shoulders trembled a little and his spine curved down a little more in defeat. "S-sorry, Matt. I really shouldn't have taken the onion-job." Despite full out crying now, he was still somewhat smiling. It felt… pretty good. That must be why. He just wished he was alone for it.

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Text to; Isaac

Erica: Good to know, I'll keep pssstig then, just because I live to make you happy.

Isaac: I'm not complaining.

Isaac: Love you!

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► 5 stills per episode: 2x01 “omega”

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Sunday Stroll || Erica & Isaac

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“Yes, a boy, Isaac,” Erica said with a huge grin on her face as she cuddled into him just a little more. “You know, like you are.” Her tone was teasing, as her mind reeled back to Derek. She felt bad for thinking about him as she was with Isaac, so she pushed him to the back of her head. “And you better have been working on that smile, I wanna see it waaaay more often, because you look even more like an angel whenever you show those pearly whites.” It was true. Isaac had one of the most contagious smiles she had ever encountered. “Because when you smile, the world becomes a little brighter.”

With a sigh, the blonde tightened her arms around the boys waist, smiling up at him with a crooked smile. “You want pool kisses too? Maybe you should join the swim team, and we can have pool kisses together,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “That’s what friends are for, right?” Erica liked kissing Isaac. They were just friends, and it would never mean more than just that, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t nice to be close to him. To feel his arms around her, and his warmth surrounding her. 

A smile mimicking his broke onto her face as he gave her that smile that never failed to warm her heart, as his fingers traced her jaw in a soft caress. Closing her eyes, she leaned into his touch. A content hum left her lips as she opened her eyes, slowly blinking against the sun. “I love you, Isaac,” she mumbled quietly, her fingertips slowly wandering over his thigh. 

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"Okay, okay, so you're not going to tell me who it was." He concluded with a small smile after all the teasing. Coming to that conclusion hurt a little bit. After all, if she couldn't share the name with her best friend, then the kiss either meant a lot or it was with someone that Isaac wouldn't approve of. The latter, Isaac couldn't really think of anyone to fit the role, no one that was here anyway. So it must have been the first option. Which sucked. But Isaac would have been extremely hypocritical to call her on that. After all, he kept a lot of major things away from her. He had his reasons to, but still, it sucked not to be included in Erica's boy-kissing drama.

"You've been watching too many cheesy movies." Was his remark after the comment about his smile, the one he couldn't help but wear proudly after such a line and squeezed her waist just a little more as her body turned into him. He let a sigh out his nose and closed his eyes once more. "I can't, you know that." Then came the pool-team talk. "I really have to raise my grades up this year." His dad really didn't like those Cs he had by the end of last year. He swallowed and shook his head, trying to get his mind away from such memories. "Even though you guys look like you could really use me." Animal mimicry worked in the water as well, after all. Then there was also the reminder that his older brother was on his school's swim team as well. Isaac still wasn't too sure why he chose Lacrosse over swimming. Actually, that wasn't true. It was the hitting and violence. Or rather, being able to hit back. Oh yeah, and then he also didn't like the whole... wearing a tiny swim suit in front of everyone thing. Not when he had bruises to hide. But that wasn't something he liked to think about. Both issues were terrible topics.

And thankfully Erica was there to pull him out of it. His eyes opened wide into the sun at the words. Sure they texted each other those words, maybe said them over the phone. But never in person. Never when Isaac could hear her heart, smell her hair, and feel her warmth. His mouth felt dry and he licked his lips. Something in him swelled along with the quickening of his pulse. And suddenly, he was smiling once more. All teeth, dimples, and happy blue eyes. "Love you too." He replied easily and curved back down to nose against her jaw and brush his eyelashes over her cheek. "Erica." He chuckled shortly after, and closed his legs around her frame just a tiny bit more. Almost like hugging her with his knees.

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Text to; Isaac

Erica: time for your daily pssst

Isaac: My favourite time of day.

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A Breather :: Matt and Isaac

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Matt wasn’t much of a cook himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to cook, because he was quite good at it when he actually focused himself and followed the recipe, but he usually didn’t have the time to do it.  He was working two part time jobs in order to keep up the rent on the place, and when he wasn’t working, he was either doing stuff for the swim team or for school. 

He reached opened one of the higher cabinets and pulled out a cookbook, flipping it open to the lasagna recipe that he used once before and liked.  ”No problem man.  It’s easy, and if we follow this,” he tapped the recipe, “it should turn out fine.”  He skimmed the recipe to see what they needed and then went through the kitchen and gathered the ingredients.  ”Let’s see how well you remember where everything is,” he told Isaac with a playful smirk.  ”We need a pan, a cutting board, a knife, and a wooden spoon.  Think you can manage?”

Matt shrugged at the question.  In all honesty, he didn’t.  Especially since no one hardly ever came over and there was always the couch someone could sleep on if they did.  Or the cot.  ”No, and actually…”  He paused for a second biting his bottom lip.  ”Over break… I was thinking about trying to sell the place.”  He hated to admit it.  This place had always been his home, but it was too expensive and held too many memories that just didn’t sit well with him.  Soon he’d be graduating and then he’d be spending most of his time at the house, and he didn’t think he could handle that.  ”I can barely afford it and I’d rather have an apartment to myself, you know?  Especially after graduation.  I just think it will be easier and cheaper to manage.”  But getting rid of the house meant that he would have to go through his sister’s things, but at least he would have time to prepare himself before he actually did.  That, and he had to convince his mom to hand the lease over to him so he could sell it.  The house was still technically under her name, so he couldn’t do anything with it.  That was going to be one big drama in and of itself.

Matt’s eyes widened a bit at Isaac’s cut off statement and slowly shook his head at his question.  ”No, they usually don’t.  Especially not in twin-sized beds…”  It was a little awkward at first and he turned his back to his friend, silently thinking while he set the ingredients out on the counter.  If it had been any other guy, Matt would have instantly shut down the idea.  But it was a little different with Isaac.  He liked Isaac.  Maybe not romantically, but they were close.  The idea came as a shock to Matt, since he wasn’t expecting it, but as much as he thought it should, the idea didn’t really bother him.  ”Bed’s not that big, but if you don’t mind, I’m cool with it,” he finally said, turning around to face his friend and offering a soft smile.  “Now let’s get cooking, or we’ll never get to eat.”  He looked at the recipe and read the first step.  ”Do you want to chop onions or you should I?”

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Once Matt pulled out the cookbook, Isaac meandered towards him, peering at the ingredient list, his eyes hooking on the meats they would need. He bit the inside of his cheek; still very uncomfortable with the idea of working with raw meats. But he didn't say so until after he had parted from Matt's side to search out the required tools. "I think I can manage." He quipped, opening a drawer and pulling out a wooden spoon. Isaac always had a decent memory, which was both a blessing and a curse in his case.  "But, hey, umm…" He started, glancing around the kitchen, trying to remember where the pans were kept. "… I've been going on kind of a vegetarian kick lately. You mind?" His gaze landed back on him. He would have smiled, but meat still freaked him out. Obviously so.

He swallowed, looking off and around the house. Matt wanted to sell it. It made sense. Sure he knew that the house was technically his mother's. But Isaac could smell that she hasn't been here in months. And if she wasn't paying for it, it really was just a burden on his friend. Still, Isaac liked the house. Liked it a whole lot better than his own. And, again, it was the only place he felt safe at now. He chewed on his lip, unsure whether he should encourage Matt's decision or not. Was Isaac really allowed to be selfish about it? No. Not when he was pretty sure, if Matt got a new place, it would feel just as safe. He smiled at that thought before giving a cool shrug in his direction. "Where were you thinking of moving too?" There was a hopeful tone in his voice. Somewhere close. Somewhere that wasn't impossible for Isaac to visit when he needed to. Somewhere… that the distance wouldn't estrange them.

He shook his head, and turned away to continue searching for supplies. Opening one wrong cupboard before finding what he needed in the one beside it. Hey, close enough. "It's a good idea, if you get your mother onboard." Isaac smiled, grabbing the long knife out of its holder before returning to the cookbook with all the supplies. "A little too much… pastel decor here for my taste." He smirked. Though there was a little sadness behind his eyes. Isaac grew up in an all male household ever since his mother ran out on… well, everyone. And Matt's household was the opposite, and it showed in the decorating. And really, who didn't somewhat want what they never had?

But then came the awkward part. Isaac was looking down at the cookbook as a distraction. It was just so much easier to pretend to read instead of fighting to hold eye contact with the other. Isaac felt the urge to apologize, and probably would have if Matt didn't keep talking. "Oh yeah, I'm cool with it." He acted casual, finally lifting his gaze from the pages and towards the other. "Cot's a little annoying to drag around for just one night." He smiled it off despite part of him wondering why that conversation was so damn awkward. They'd shared a room for an entire year, sharing a bed shouldn't  too weird. "I can chop them." He nodded, taking the cutting board and knife and moving them down the counter so he could have his own work space. "But don't laugh if I start crying." Not that he's never cried in front of him before.

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Sunday Stroll || Erica & Isaac

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Carefully, Erica shifted in Isaac’s lap, her legs draped over on of his thighs and her back resting against the knee he had pulled up. It allowed her to lean her side against his chest, and her ear right over his heart. She was still holding his hand, rubbing the pad of her thumbs over his knuckles. Heaving a deep sigh, she let her body relax into his completely, inhaling that typical Isaac scent of cologne, freshly cut grass and something that was distinctly him. 

She looked up at him through her lashes, she gave him a small smile. “Oh trust me, I will drag your scrawny ass to every single party that will be thrown from now on, and you will escort me with a smile in that pretty face of yours, or you’ll feel my wrath!” she said, trying to sound threatening, but it came out with a chuckle. 

The blonde bit her lip as the curly haired boy asked her who she had kissed. “Oh, just this guy..” she shrugged, tilting her head back down, and resting her cheek against his chest again, wrapping one arm around his back, and the other one over his stomach, linking her hands together at his waist. “But trust me, it was nothing important.”

A smile crept on her face as Isaac pecked her lips, leaning into it, before pulling back, licking her lips. “You don’t have to, Lahey, because I’ll be around so much, you’re gonna get sick of me, and beg me to go away,” she mumbled against his lips, before pressing her back against his.

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Isaac leaned back and into the tree, his legs spreading out a little more as he allowed Erica to shift within the space. He tilted his head up and away, his curls pressed into the bark as he closed his eyes. He could smell both nature and Erica this way. The smell of the soil and trees calmed the animals, and Erica calmed the rest of him. It was a very potent combination. No wonder he asked to go on a walk with her instead of just hanging out in some musty room.

"Good thing I've been working on my smiles." He commented as he squeezed her hand and nudged her a little closer with his knee. "A boy?" He asked of the mystery man his best friend had been macking on in the pool. With his eyes closed he could listen to her heart better. This time it was a little more steady, but he definitely heard a spike when she said it was 'nothing special'. Isaac wasn't sure what that meant. Part of him considered she was lying, but the other part of him just wanted to brush it off so badly he considered believing her.

"Not fair, I want pool kisses too." So he did that half-hearted whining thing again. He wasn't lying though. Despite his body and contact issues, Isaac Lahey was a big fan of kissing. A big, big fan. Which might explain why he was kissing Erica now. His eyes closed and head turned down into her lips. "I'd never." He murmured back against her lips before kissing them again.

He was absurdly happy to hear a promise like that. After feeling so sure she was drifting away from him he really, really needed it. His chest swelled with warmth when the worry was chased away. It eased him into moving a little more; brushing fingertips over her jawline as he pulled away, looking through almost-blonde lashes down at her and finally smiling. It was that smile which showed too much of his teeth and crinkled the corners of his eyes. The one he shyly tried to hide. "Thanks, Erica. You're the best." It was almost like saying 'I love you'.

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Shower Time || Stiles & Isaac

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Stiles tilted his head under the water spray. “Ah, Coach wanted to talk to me,” he stated. An excited grin crossed his face and it made him bounce on the tips of his toes, “He thinks I can make first string. Of course, I’m going to need to work harder and you know, prove I can handle the pressure, but it’s good. It’s really good. I mean, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

He was aware he was rambling. It was like his default setting in uncomfortable situations and he supposed that this would be considered awkward. Isaac was in the stall next to him - naked. Isaac was naked, in the stall next to him. The image was burning into his memory and was really distracting. His stomach churned slightly with something he definitely recognised as desire, but he swallowed and fought it down. The last thing he needed was a boner with the other student so close.

In need for a distraction, Stiles reached for his shampoo and began to lather it into his hair.

“Ah, shit, soap in my eye!” Stiles exclaimed, “shit, shit…” he trailed off into a mutter, blinking wildly.

As if this needed to be anymore embarrassing.

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Isaac pulled more into himself. Sure he was happy for the wall standing between them, but it didn't change the fact that he was still plenty naked around the other. Naked, showing off wounds and bruises that weren't actually there. But he felt them all the same. He took a breath and tried to focus on anything else.

Anything else proved to be Stiles' rampant heart beat. Weren't showers supposed to be relaxing? Then again, the man did just get some rather exciting news. Apparently Isaac took the honor of first string for granted. "That's great, Stiles." He sounded about as sincere as he could despite the awkwardness and well... the almost break-down he just about had two minutes ago.

And it turned out listening to someone else's heart beat out of control while taking a shower didn't make anything easier on Isaac. Especially when his own heart tried to match the rhythm. Something his body, really, really didn't need. "If you want, I'm here to help if you want to train out side of pract--" And then Stiles' soap fiasco cut him off.

And that was a real distraction. Isaac even smiled on his side of the wall, even covering his mouth to keep from laughing at his friend's pain. "Look up into the water." He tried to help, but there might have been too much amusement in his voice for it to be taken seriously.

[xisaaclahey]

Text to; Isaac

Erica: Yeah, well.. tough luck, I guess.

Erica: I guess this means no cuddling for a few days? :(

Isaac: But we're still on for coffee, right?

[lycans]

but if you’re troubled and hurt what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did

[xisaaclahey]

Text to; Isaac

Erica: Do you have them too?

Isaac: Thankfully I'm clean.

Isaac: ...Sorry to hear you got them though.