Isaac Lahey x reader where Isaac is absolutely terrified he’ll hurt you doing a full moon, but you end up being his anchor
Author’s Notes: So I went a little off from the request, since I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. I decided to base this request of the scene in season three, episode four I believe where him and Allison are locked in the closet. Obviously it’ll be slightly different but yeah.
Please don’t plagiarize my work – I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first – but even then I might say no.
Word Count: 1117
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Opening the closet door, you took a look around the small room, clutching the cardboard box in your hands. You stepped back, letting Isaac in first as he rolled an entire stack of boxes in. Stepping in afterwards, you headed towards a certain spot so you could set down the box, and start stacking the contents within it.
It seemed you and Isaac had the same idea as you both bumped into each other trying to reach the same place. You flushed lightly, glancing up at him with an apologetic, though nervous smile. “Sorry,” you mumbled, glancing at him before looking back down again. Isaac sent you a short nod, turning from you as he begin placing things on the shelves.
Glancing down, you made sure you weren’t stepping on anything, setting down the box. “So,” you begun slowly, unsure of what to say. You knew Isaac, through Stiles and Scott, of course. But the last time either of you had ever spoken was when he’d first joined Derek, and been a royal dick. “What’d you do to get detention?”
You waited for response, but never got one. Turning around, you noticed Isaac glancing towards the closet door, seemingly pacing. Furrowing your brows, you set down what’d you been holding, taking a small step towards the boy. You set your hand down on his shoulder hesitantly, gaining his attention. “What’s the matter?” You asked, concern etched in your expression. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Isaac nodded, stepping back to where he’d been. Your hand fell off his shoulder, turning back to your own work. “Just… not a huge fan of small spaces.”
“Oh,” you nodded. You felt Isaac’s eyes on you, and turning to face him, you smiled. “Well, we’ll be out here soon enough. I wouldn’t worry.”
Isaac nodded, turning to grab something from one of the boxes. “Can I ask you something?” Isaac suddenly said, shocking you.
“Um, sure.”
“Why are you afraid of me?” Isaac’s questioned stunned you, you visibly paused, your hand left resting on one of the shelves as you let his question sink in. You felt his eyes on you, but didn’t dare turn to face him. Shaking your head, you swallowed thickly. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“You seem nervous.”
You shrugged; “never gotten detention before.”
“I hardly think that’s the issue.” Isaac mumbled, pausing to turn to you. He reached out to touch you, and before you could help yourself, you cowered back slightly. “See?”
“It’s nothing.” You feigned, meeting his eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Isaac. Not to mention, a minute ago I reached out to make sure you’re okay.”
“Fine then,” Isaac complied, “not afraid. But not a hundred percent comfortable around me either.”
You huffed, shaking your head. “Listen, the last time we actually spoke to one another was when you were against both Stiles and Scott. I’m just not sure where that puts you now.”
“I-”
Isaac was cut off by the sound of the door shutting, enveloping the both of you in dim light. You glanced up, furrowing your brows as you stared at the now shut door. Isaac ran forward, eerily silent, as his hands grabbed ahold of the knob, shaking it relentlessly. “No, no, no, no,” he repeated, mumbling to himself.
Taking a deep breath, you walked towards him, frowning. “Maybe it locked from the outside.”
“No,” Isaac mumbled, “I think… there’s something against it.” He shoved his body gently against the door – nothing happened. Biting your lip, you brushed back a strand of lose hair, finding yourself at a loss on what to do.
Isaac stepped back, letting go of the door to pull off his sweater. “Okay,” he whispered, looking around himself. You took a step back, when he took one forward, still mumbling incoherently to himself. It was obvious something was wrong, though you didn’t understand what. And as you watched the boy pace in the spot, clearly panicking, you felt your own heart beat pick up. This was not good.
“Okay,” you breathed, holding your hands out before you. “It’ll be okay. Isaac, just relax. Just breathe.”
“No,” Isaac shook his head, hands falling to his hand as he took deep, heavy breaths. “No, no, no, no, no…”
He leaned against the wall, a hand grabbing ahold of one of the shelves and gripping it tightly. He rocked against the wall, “come on,” Isaac whispered. “Come on. Come on.”
“Isaac,” you called, noticing the whiteness of his knuckles. This was really not good.
“You,” he breathed, and your eyes widened, taking a step forward. “You need to get back. Please…”
You could barely register the warning before Isaac begun repeatedly smacking against the wall, fists smacking harshly against brick as he yelled; “come on,” over and over again.
“Isaac!” You screamed, unsure if you should step back or try to help. “Just calm down! Please, Isaac!” Then, Isaac paused, and everything just stopped. Your own breath halted by instinct and you froze. Isaac’s head snapped around, facing you, and you noticed his glowing eyes first and then the fangs. Taking a hesitant step back, you shook your head.
“Please, don’t…”
Isaac lunged forward in the next second, grabbing ahold of both your wrists. You winced as his claws dug into your skin, your back smacking against the shelves. You were cornered now, unable to escape and staring up into the eyes of Isaac, enraged, who didn’t recognized who you were.
“Isaac,” you whispered. “Isaac, please.”
He only growled in return, and you clenched your eyes shut, screaming when he snapped his mouth towards you. “Isaac!”
You expected to feel pain. For something happen. But nothing did. Tensed, you slowly slid your eyes open after a moment, seeing Isaac still before you. His eyes were no longer glowing, the fangs gone as he panted heavily.
In the next second, the door swung open, light bleeding in. You looked up to see Scott and he lunged forward to rip Isaac off of you, but you shook your head. “Wait!” You yelled, puzzling Scott. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
Isaac’s grip slacked, before his hands fell away. Slowly he gazed at you, guilt evident in his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, stepping back from you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
Scott stepped forward then, grabbing your wrist as he examined the claw-shaped wounds Isaac had given you. But you only shrugged his concern off, shaking your head. “I’m fine,” you told Scott, before your eyes fell on Isaac. “It’s okay,” you whispered, smiling softly at him. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
Isaac stared at you in shock, as Scott’s gaze fell back and forth on the both of you.
“You stopped him…”
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