A/N : I just finished season five of teen wolf and I figured I might write for one of my favorite characters xx
I haven’t watched any further so please don’t spoil anything, thank you! xx
Requests are open for all previous written characters and Isaac!
Thank you for reading!
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“Are you mad at me?” Isaac stands in the doorway, his hands in his pockets. He is leaning against the doorframe, his eyes finally lifting to look at you. Carefully.
You bite your lip, letting out a sigh. You are sitting on your bed with your knees to your chest. “I’m fine,” you whisper, closing your eyes. “Just, just tired.”
Isaac steps closer, now standing only a few feet away. “Well, it’s just that you’ve been ignoring me. And I want to know why.”
A silence falls over the two of you. A wavering silence, one that is full of awkward tension and unspoken words. You put your hands over your face, your nails digging into your skin.
“(Y/N),” Isaac says softly.
You feel as his hands reach out to grasp onto yours, and he gently lowers them from your face. “Did I do something?”
You shake your head. “No! No, of course not.”
Isaac frowns, although a flicker of relief undulates in his eyes. He sits down besides you, his gaze surprisingly fragile. Tender.
“I just,” He shakes his head, “It doesn’t feel right when you’re angry at me.”
You turn finally, looking at him with tired exasperation. “Isaac?” You stare at him with wide eyes. “You are not the problem. Okay? I’m fine.”
Isaac’s head tilts to the side and his eyes crinkle a little. “You’re lying.” His voice drops to a whisper. “When you said that, that you’re fine – you lied.”
You freeze, unable to look him in the face.
He points to his ears, his face suddenly sheepish. “It’s, it’s the heart rate. You know, the werewolf senses.”
You sniffle, bringing your hands to your mouth. It is a while until you say anything, and when you do Isaac’s eyes quickly flash back to yours. “I just, I just don’t understand.” You can feel the words burning in your throat, the tears that are beginning to pool in your eyes. You stare desperately at the light fixtures above you, hoping the tears would suddenly retract and disappear. “You’re you, Isaac. And I’m me. And then you’re a werewolf and that’s amazing, really. And you have all these friends with supernatural abilities and I just don’t understand,” you break off, your voice dangerously high. You tremble, a tear sliding down your cheek. “I just don’t understand why you need me. I’m just me.”
Isaac’s eyes are full of hurt. He reaches out for your hand, his fingertips barely grazing against yours. “What do you mean, you’re just you?” He swallows, taking in a deep breath. “I don’t care that you’re not a werewolf or a banshee or a kitsune. You’re my friend, (Y/N). And I love you.”
You turn to look at him, your eyes wide. “What?”
Isaac looks down at his hands, then back at you. “I love you.” He looks at you with fear in his eyes. “Is, is that okay?”
You nod furiously, your voice a mere whisper. “I love you too. I love you, Isaac.”
His eyes widen and his head rises slowly.
You stare at him carefully, unsure of what to do. You had dreamed about this for years, hoping that somehow the boy with the scarves and beautiful blue eyes would return your feelings. And it seems he had. You were in shock, lost in your mind of thoughts and possibilities.
When you blink again Isaac is much closer to you, and his head is slowly tilting closer to yours. Your eyes widen and you watch as his own eyes flutter shut. The tip of his nose brushes against yours, softly, and his lips meet yours. It sends flurries of butterflies spiraling in the tips of your feet to your spine, and it is a feeling of such softness that your own eyes widen even more.
Isaac finally pulls away, and his eyes open just a little. He takes in your expression, realization immediately flooding his features. “Oh God.” His mouth widens and he freezes. “I’m so sorry —“
A smile tugs at your lips. You look down shyly, fiddling with your fingers. “So you love me?”
Isaac’s eyes are still wide, the same expression of shock on his face. “Yeah. Totally.”
You reach over to press your lips against his, this time with your own eyes softly shutting. Isaac slowly breaks out of his shock and he deepens the kiss, his lips a soft breath of air.
You pull away, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Love you.”
Isaac smiles. He reaches over to play with your fingertips. “Why’re you whispering?”
You can feel the blush rising in your cheeks and you smile once more. “Because it feels more real.”
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