Hey hey!! Love your blog dude 🙂 Anyway, I was wondering if you’d do a short of Isaac insisting that werewolves don’t like being scratched (like dogs; behind the ear, belly etc) but y/n scratches him while he’s sleeping and his leg starts going off 💕
Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader
Rating: Teen for swearing
“[y/n], come get breakfast!” Derek voice blared,
waking you up.
You
dragged your sleepy form out of bed. After washing your face and brushing your
teeth, you joined your pack, not bothering to change out of your pajamas. You
entered the common area, seeing Scott and Liam watching cartoons on the couch, Lydia
on an adjacent chair eating French toast and reading a thick novel. Stiles and
Derek were at the stove, bickering about something while Stiles stirred pancake
mix and Derek flipped.
You
finally spotted your favorite werewolf, Isaac, who was sitting at the minibar,
hunched over a plate of eggs and bacon. Of course he’d be alone, and of course
he’d look adorable with his curly hair slightly in disarray and clad in plaid
pajamas and a white cotton t-shirt. You always had a soft spot for Isaac,
nothing explicitly romantic, but also not inappropriately maternal. Everyone just
has ‘that person’ with whom they can share everything and feel safe, and he was
your person. And as proven by your unplanned matching attire, you were kindred
spirits.
“Morning,
sunshine,” you greeted. Isaac’s face shot up, looking at you surprised. He
recovered as he recognized it was you, his mouth stretching into a bright smile.
“Morning,”
he chimed. “Someone’s finally up.”
You
rolled your eyes.
“Well, someone had to stay up most of the
night doing research because someone fell
asleep, even though they promised they wouldn’t.” You lightly punched his arm.
Isaac
ducked his head, a guilty grin taking form.
“Yeah…
sorry about that. How do you make yourself stay up so late, anyway?”
You
shrugged. “I guess I’m used to it. Tests and papers.”
Isaac
playfully scoffed, mumbling something like “such a nerd.”
“What
was that?” you piped. Isaac always teased you for being so invested in school,
even though he secretly loved how smart you were.
“Nothing!
I just said you looked really pretty today,” he shot you a thousand watt
smile, leaning in closer to you.
You blushed,
trying to mask your visceral reaction with a sarcastic laugh. You nudged him
away with your elbow.
“Whatever,
Lahey. Just eat your eggs.”
“Yes,
ma’am,” he mocked, resuming his breakfast.
Derek appeared in your
line of vision, knowingly shaking his head at the two of you. Everyone kind of
knew that you and Isaac were a duo, not really ~together~ but always together. You
had a thing. They respected your unique relationship, occasionally making
slides like “stop being gross” and “make out already.”
Derek slid a plate of
pancakes in front of you.
“Having a good morning?”
he asked, the mischievous glint in his eyes implying a double meaning. He eyed
Isaac, then you.
“Really good,” you
replied with a tight smile. “Almost as good as yours.”
You gestured towards
Stiles, who was now attempting to flip a drippy pancake.
You giggled at their
antics, scarfing down a mouthful of pancake. Looking back over at Isaac, a wave
of adoration hit you. You observed his careful movements, delicately using a
fork and knife to cut up his food. You always wondered if the reason why he was
so cautious, so meticulous in his ways was because of his childhood, always
afraid to make a mistake, afraid of his father.
Your body moved of its
own volition, the urge to comfort him overtaking you. You weren’t sure how, but
your hand somehow ended up in new territory behind his ear. You moved your
fingers along his hairline, gently scratching the area.
“What are you doing?”
Isaac asked, breaking your trance. Amusement and confusion lit his features.
“What?” you replied
casually, continuing to move your fingers. After all, it wasn’t unusual for you
to touch him affectionately, physical contact a huge component of your
friendship.
“You’re… scratching
behind my ear.”
“Yeah, so? Do you not
like it?” You pulled back slowly, embarrassment burning your face.
“I don’t exactly mind it,”
he began with a laugh. “But you know I’m not a dog, right?”
You raised your eyebrow.
“Hey, come on,” he
scoffed in feigned annoyance. “Werewolf. Werewolf,”
he enunciated.
You giggled. “I know. I just
thought it would feel nice—“
“Well, you thought wrong,”
he cut you off. “Werewolves aren’t dogs, [y/n]. We don’t pee everywhere, we don’t
like belly rubs, and we don’t. Like. Ear. Scratches,” he pouted adorably.
You put your hands up in
surrender. “Alright, alright. No more ear scratches,” you relented, but not
before reaching up to ruffle his hair, laughing. Isaac merely groaned, hiding a
smile in his shoulder.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The rest of the day had
gone by smoothly. You were grateful, missing the aesthetic of a Lazy Sunday. The
pack had decided to go out to dinner, leaving you and Isaac alone. You were
both homebodies, preferring to stay in and relax.
You were sitting on the
couch watching Pride and Prejudice, Isaac’s
head resting in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked patterns into his arm
until his body suddenly went limp, his breathing full and even.
He’d fallen asleep.
Again.
Okay, you actually
sympathized this time. Isaac thought Jane Austen was boring, but it was your
turn to pick the movie, and you’d begged him for weeks to watch it with you. He
had finally agreed before falling asleep twenty minutes into the film. You
sighed, moving your hand away to avoid disturbing him.
But an idea suddenly hit
you, recalling back to this morning when Isaac had said that werewolves didn’t
like being scratched behind the ear. You thought back to all the times when you
were a kid and your dog Molly had fallen asleep curled up beside you. Whenever
you scratched her behind her ear, she would always whine softly and nuzzle closer
to you in contentment.
With Molly as
inspiration, you slowly placed your fingers behind Isaac’s ear, gently
caressing at first. When he didn’t stir, you nudged a little harder, running
your fingernails against the exposed skin.
You froze when Isaac
shifted, curving his body slightly inward. An almost imperceptible “hmm” broke
through the silence as he burrowed his face into your lap. You took that as
encouragement.
Still scratching, you
used your thumb to graze the shell of his ear, stimulating more of the area.
You passively noted how soft his earlobes were.
And that’s when it
happened. Isaac’s leg twitched.
You gasped. Had you done
it? Had you just proven Isaac wrong about werewolves? Victory was on your mind.
Your best friend was literally an overgrown puppy in denial.
You maintained your
controlled pace, not straying too long in one area, giving attention to
different sections of his skin. You tried to stifle your laughter as Isaac’s
leg started going off. You covered your mouth with your hand, the other still
stroking him.
Behind you, the front
door opened and the pack filed in, their voices and footsteps filling the air.
“Shhh, guys,” you
whispered, turning around with a finger to your lips. They all turned towards
you, approaching you in the living room.
“What’s up?” Scott said.
They all stood in a circle, looking down at you and Isaac.
“Look,” you instructed. They
watched silently. You resumed scratching Isaac behind his ear, and on cue, he
started kicking his leg.
Stiles’ snort broke
through the air as he buried his face into Derek’s shoulder, who was smirking
and shaking his head. Liam broke into giggles. Scott hid his smile behind a
fist. Lydia placed her hand over her heart, mouthing “so cute.”
Her support quickly
turned devious as she pulled out her phone to take a video. The rest of the
pack was now doubled over.
“This is so great,” Scott
huffed through his mirth.
“This is fucking
hilarious. I know what I’m doing tonight.” Stiles informed, a little too
loudly. He put his hand on Derek’s shoulder.
Derek glared at him. This
created another uproar of giggles.
“Guys, stop,” you warned
through fits of laughter. “He’ll wake up!”
And he did.
You looked down when you
felt Isaac maneuver in your lap. He looked up at you with wide, confused eyes.
You removed your hand discreetly, smiling down at him.
“Heeey,” you welcomed
cheerily.
Isaac opened his mouth to
respond before he sat up and noticed the roomful of people observing him. The
pack recomposed, panting and wiping their eyes, their faces too red and their
smiles too wide.
“What?” Isaac asked, his
brows furrowed. He looked around, then back to you. “What did I miss?”
You sucked in through
your nose, looking down at your lap.
“Umm, well—“
“This.” Lydia sat down
beside Isaac and handed him her phone. Crap.
Isaac hesitantly took the
object and played the video. You waited for his reaction as you saw his eyes go
wide in the screen’s reflection. After a few seconds, he hung his head,
planting his face into his palms. “Fuck me.”
The pack broke character
again, hunching over in guffaw.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Stiles taunted.
“Even though Liam’s the youngest, I guess you’re the real runt of the litter.”
“Alright children, let’s
call it a night,” Derek ordered, smiling at you. “This was great, [y/n]. Made
my night.”
“Yeah, seriously,” Scott
approved. You noticed Isaac looking at you from the corner of his eye, his jaw
locked. Scott walked towards Isaac and ruffled his hair fondly, from which
Isaac reeled back, face tinted bright pink. “You’re the cutest beta there ever
was.”
“I hate all of you,”
Isaac deadpanned, sitting back with his arms crossed over his chest.
“We love you, too!” Liam
called out en route to his bedroom.
Once everyone had left,
you stood up, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. You looked down
at Isaac, noticing his staring at your exposed midriff, and immediately placed
your arms back down. He looked away rapidly. You stood in front of him.
“Well, I hate to say I
told you so…”
Isaac glared at you.
“Was that really
necessary?” Isaac mumbled.
“A little bit?” you squeaked.
His jaw dropped at your admission. “You just kept denying the ear thing! And in
my defense, I didn’t know that everyone would come back all at once like that.”
“Yeah, sure you didn’t,”
he jeered. “Now Lydia has a video!”
“So? It’s not like she’ll do
anything with it,” you defended. “And for the record, I agree with her.”
“Agree with what?” he muttered
looking down, fiddling with his thumbs in his lap. You took a step towards him,
your knees touching his.
“That you’re cute,” you
spoke softly. He looked up at you, mouth parted. You inhaled at his bewildered
expression. “Really, really cute.”
“Really?” he whispered.
You bit your lip and nodded. Isaac’s mouth formed an ‘o.’
You regarded him with reverence.
His face looked so soft from the warm light of the fireplace. You reached down
and ran your fingers through his hair, soothing his awe, using your other hand
to cup gently under his jaw.
“Let’s just go to bed,
okay?” you cooed. He nodded into your palm. You released him as he slowly stood
up, eventually towering over you. You were standing a hair width apart, his
breath fanning over your forehead.
He lifted one large hand,
moving the hair away from your shoulder. He leaned over to confess into your
ear.
“I really did like it…
the whole time.”
“I know,” you breathed
against his shoulder.
Isaac chuckled.
“I guess I really am a
dog.”
“Nah, you’re more like a
hybrid,” you responded thoughtfully. He cocked his head to the side, silently
questioning you. You chucked at his perplexity before concluding.
“You’re my werepuppy.”
A/N: Hey, guys. Can I just say I had the most fun writing this? Thanks so much to nocomhbhron for requesting it! You are my first official request. And you are grand. Hope you and everyone else likes this! 🙂
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