redbrickisaac:

Pairing: Isaac x Male Reader, hints of Stiles/Derek

POV: Scott

Musical Inspiration: “Hold Each Other” – A Great Big World
(ft. FUTURISTIC)

Your brother Scott doesn’t really think anything of how close
you and Isaac are. He and Stiles are close. Friends are allowed to be close.
Especially when they live under the same roof.

He realizes quite suddenly just how oblivious he’s been when
he comes home one day to you and Isaac making dinner together. At first he just
greets the two of you as he passes by on his way to his room. He’s got a lot of
homework and he’s still trying to stay on the “Be a better
alpha/student/son/brother” kick he’s been on. It’s only when he stops for a
break, coming back towards the kitchen to get himself a soda that he hears his
name and stops to listen.

“…don’t feel right keeping this from Scott,” Isaac’s voice
carries to his enhanced ears.

“I know. Me neither,” you answer hesitantly. “But I don’t
know how he’d react if he found out and I don’t want anything to come in the
way of this.”

“You really think he’d be bothered?” Isaac asks skeptically.
“Stiles is hot for Derek and Scott doesn’t care.”

“Yeah, well, Stiles isn’t Scott’s brother. And last I
checked, Derek wasn’t hitting that.” Your phrasing makes Scott wince. He may be
realizing that you and Isaac are more than just friends and he’s pretty sure he
can deal with that if he has to, but he doesn’t need that mental image.

“Why are you checking on who Derek’s hitting?” The question
is worded ridiculously and it’s obvious that it’s playful jealousy coloring
Isaac’s tone as both of you laugh. The sound makes Scott grin dopily because
even if he’s hurt that you’ve been keeping this secret from him, it’s obvious
that you and Isaac have a pretty special relationship if you can play like
this.

“Because I’m hot for Stiles, didn’t you know?”

“Better not be,” Isaac growls lightly.

“No,” You agree immediately. “Somehow, I can’t see anyone
else but you.”

The grin falls off Scott’s face rather quickly when he hears
the wet smack of lips meeting.

“Don’t mind me,” Scott says bursting into the kitchen and
heading to the fridge, nerves calming when he can literally hear both of you freeze where you stand.
He grabs his soda and turns to see you still pressed against Isaac’s body, the
blonde boy’s arms still wrapped around your waist. “No, really,” He says
letting his hurt at being kept out of the loop shine through his tone. “Pretend
I’m not here. Doesn’t seem like it’s been too hard to do up ‘til now.”

“Scott,” You say plaintively, asking for something he’s not
ready to give.

“It’s fine,” he says with a shake of his head, takes his
soda, and storms back to his room.

~@~

Scott looks up from his homework at the knock on his door.
He sighs, runs a hand through his hair.

“Come in,” he calls, all the fight going out of him when he
sees you meekly stick your head in the door.

“Hi,” you say, stepping the rest of the way into the room
when Scott turns his whole body towards you so that you know you have his full
attention.

“Hey,” he answers sullenly.

“Look,” you sit on the edge of Scott’s bed, hands on your
knees, ready to pull yourself back up if he decides he doesn’t want you in his
room after all. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me and Isaac.”

“Did you seriously think I’d have a problem with it?” Scott
asks, hating how whiny he sounds but unable to help it. “You’re my brother.”

You shrug. “I kind of thought you’d be okay about me. I
mean, Stiles is bisexual and that doesn’t bother you so me being with a guy
doesn’t seem like it’d be a big deal either. It’s just… it’s Isaac. He lives here and we’re alone
together a lot so I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it going on where you
could see it all the time. Plus, for a while there, I thought you might like him.”

Scott chokes on the sip of soda he’d just taken. “What? W- Why?” He sputters.

You shrug again and Scott can see the laughter you’re trying
to hold back at his reaction. “The way you acted when he first moved in. You
had a tendency to hover, like you wanted to make sure he was okay. I realize
now that it was just concern because you’re you
and that’s what you do but… I thought for sure the two of you were gonna-“

“Stop. No. Just stop that train of thought right there,”
Scott orders throwing up his hands as though trying to physically block out the
mental pictures.

You smirk. “Besides, have you seen Isaac?”

“Oh my god.” Scott closes his eyes. “I’m moving in with
Stiles.”

Your laughter is nice after all the tension that’s been
smothering the two of you and Scott can’t help but smile back.

“You know, you don’t have to keep secrets from me,” Scott
says finally. “I may not always like what you tell me, but I’ll always have you back where it counts.”

“Yeah,” you agree with a grin. “I’m getting that.”

“You know this means I’m giving Isaac the ‘dad’ speech,
right?” It’s Scott’s turn to smirk.

“He can’t get me pregnant, Scott,” you deadpan.

“Not-  Oh my goodness,”
Scott rubs at his eyes. “Not that ‘dad’
speech.”

“Ohhhhh. You mean the hurt-him-and-I-have-some-wolfsbane-bullets-with-your-name-on-them
speech.”

“Yep, that one,” Scott nods.

You grin. “Consider it given. He’s probably listening from
the living room.”

Scott tilts his head, clearly hearing Isaac’s “I’ll take
care of him, Scott. I swear on my life” from the other room.

“Ruin all my fun, why don’t you?”

“It’ll be okay,” You promise, rising to squeeze Scott’s
shoulder before you leave him alone in his room. “You’re the best!”

Scott shakes his head and tries to get back to his homework.
Five minutes later he gives up with a whine when he can’t stop hearing you and
Isaac making out in the living room.

“I take it all back!” He yells. “It’s not fine! I’m not cool
with this!”

“Come on,” he hears you mumble quietly to Isaac as both of
you laugh at him, followed by the soft click of the front door closing behind
you.

He goes to his window, seeing you and Isaac heading off to
somewhere you won’t disturb him, hand in hand.

His lips twitch into a smile of their own volition. Isaac
obviously makes you happy, and that will always be okay in Scott’s book.

redbrickisaac:

Musical Inspiration: “Remedy”
by Adele.

Honestly, pretty much the whole world
needs to get down on its knees and thank Isaac Lahey for his entire freaking
existence. 

You’ve always sort of had a short fuse but it’s so much worse with
your new wolfy senses. There are some days where you can barely keep yourself
in check and Isaac has been there for all of them, holding you back and calming
you down. Keeping you from hurting someone and having to live with that regret
no matter how much the fools may seem to deserve the pain in the heat of the
moment. You don’t know how he knows but he always shows up at just the right
time to pull you back from the brink of destruction. This time was no different.
Except in all the ways that it was.

There had been a time when someone
would say something nasty or rude to you and you’d merely bite back with a
witty retort or a one-fingered salute but those days were gone, your anger
often getting the best of you. There was a group of boys that enjoyed setting
you off. One in particular especially enjoyed your pain. It was like he studied
you, searching for your weak spots so he knew exactly which buttons to press to
have you lunging towards him. He’d noticed how Isaac was always showing up to
rescue you (or rather, him. He just
didn’t know it) and made an educated guess about how you felt for your fellow
beta. That’s why he was throwing ugly words about Isaac’s past at you, talking
about how Isaac’s dad had probably had a
good reason to lock him in the basement. After all, Isaac had ended up
murdering him, hadn’t he?

You’d been walking away from them,
trying to ignore it and keep your cool but talking about Isaac like that was a
serious mistake on their part. You growl deep in your throat and you know that
your eyes flash gold before you’re suddenly turning, hand on the boy’s throat
as you press him against a locker. His friends back off as he struggles against
your hold. His fear is a sickly sweet smell that you take a moment to
appreciate. This time, you were faster than Isaac but in seconds he’s at your
side, breathing heavily and trying to convince you to let the boy go. When that
doesn’t work, he pries your fingers from the boy’s neck, entangling them with
his own so that you can’t put them back the second he lets you go.

“Get out of here,” Isaac snarls and
the boy goes running. You idly think that he probably won’t be bothering you
again as Isaac pulls you into the janitor’s closet to make sure that you’re
calm enough to go to class.

“Hey,” Isaac says, lifting his hands
to your head, fingers lost in your hair, holding you firmly so that you can’t
look away once he’s gotten your attention. “Are you calm?”

You can still feel your heart
rabbiting in your chest, anger still burning through your veins.

“No,” you shake your head. “Isaac, the
things he said—”

“I don’t care about what he said, I
care about you,” he interrupts, not wanting you to think about what had upset
you so that you don’t let your anger affect you again. His hands move from your
hair to your shoulders, grasping tightly. The weight is comforting, kind of
like it’s anchoring you. “Breathe, okay? I need you to calm down.”

You take a deep breath and then
another but when you close your eyes to try and think of something soothing,
all you find are images of that boy, laughing and spilling toxic stories about
this boy that you care about so much.

“(Y/n)!” Isaac shakes you, drawing you
from the memory.

“What?”

“You were growling and your eyes are glowing. Whatever you’re
doing, it’s not working,” Isaac tells you, running his hands down your arms and
capturing your hands in his. “Think about something that makes you happy or- or
somewhere you feel safe.”

You try, you really do. But every time
you close your eyes, that boy’s face is waiting to taunt you.

“I can’t,” you whisper, gripping Isaac
hands tightly. “I just keep thinking about what he was say—”

Isaac’s lips interrupt your sentence,
the press of his mouth against yours making your brain stop working entirely
except to scream at you to respond. You drop Isaac’s hands and wrap your arms around
his neck, pulling him closer as you kiss him like you’ve been dying to for
ages. His hands end up at the small of your back, fingers spread wide as he
holds you to him.

You eventually break apart, breathless
and kiss drunk.

“Wow,” Isaac exhales. “I was just
trying to distract you from your anger…” Your heart drops at Isaac’s words until
he looks at you, eyes flashing a brilliant gold. “But that- I’ve actually
wanted to do that for a while.”

“Yeah?” 

Isaac answers by ducking down to steal
another kiss. You’re more than okay with this development.

“Are you calm, now?” He asks.

“Hardly,” you answer with a grin. “But
I’m not likely to maim anyone anymore.”

Isaac smirks back at you, pressing
another kiss to the corner of your mouth before saying something about it being
safe to head to class now. You don’t want to, you’d rather stay right here and
let Isaac distract you from your thoughts for a little while longer.

“Hey, Isaac?” You call for his
attention before he can open the door. Something’s been bothering you and you
think now is a good time to ask. “How do you always know? You always show up to
calm me down before I can do too much damage. How do you know when I need you?”

Isaac doesn’t look at you, his back
facing you and his eyes to the floor so you can’t understand what he mumbles.

“Sorry, what?” You grasp his shoulder
and turn him so that you might have a chance to hear what he says this time.

“I was listening to your heartbeat,”

Oh. Ohhh. “But, wait, that would mean you have to be listening all the time.”

Isaac doesn’t say anything to that and
after hearing nothing from you, he glances up from the ground to gage your
reaction.

“So, you’ve been listening for my
heartbeat to speed up so you know when to come ‘white knight’ me?”

“At first.”

The fact that he says nothing else
leads you to draw your own conclusions about Isaac’s statement.

You conclude that he’s an idiot that’s
completely in love with you. That’s the only conclusion that’s allowed.

So, maybe you spend a lot more time
making out with Isaac in the hallways than trying to keep your anger in check
these days. Really, people should stop staring and rolling their eyes at
your PDA. It’s for the safety of the school. You’re doing them all a public
service, they should be thanking you.  

thosemultifandomwritings:

• You first meeting him when he was in his imma-badass-werewolf phase
• “Who’s the asshole in the scarf?”
• Appreciating his sass, but not towards you
• “If you sass me one more time Lahey, you won’t see the light of day ever again, got it?!”
• That was the moment he fell in love with you
• Subtle flirting
• Forehead kisses
• “Love”
• Him opening up to you about his past
• Constantly reassuring him you weren’t going anywhere
• Late night deep conversations
• Pizza dates
• Sleeping in super late
• “Isaac come on, we need to go to school”
  
• “5 more minutes”
• Constant I love you’s
• He is always the big spoon cause that boy is Tall™
• Making out against the lockers in between classes
• Playful banter
• Studying together
• Hand holding under the desks
• Comfortable silence when reading together
• Long drives at night
• Mexican food dates

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A/N: Holy shit. I am sooo close to 2k followers. That’s crazy!

Request?

mermaidenisaac:

Summary: Your baby boy Isaac likes when you take him away. 

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Teen for mild swearing

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“What if we ran away together?” 

You whispered conspiratorially, like it was a secret that only Isaac was allowed to hear. Blue eyes peaked out over the slightly tattered thrift store novel, the one you gave him for Christmas last year. Isaac said he liked old vintage things, craved the warmth of not having to be so impressive all the time. 

And you didn’t actually want to run away, but you just needed to go somewhere, recharge. You could never leave your pack and you’d never ask Isaac to, either. Regardless, you suspected he’d say yes. He’d follow you anywhere; he feared abandonment just as much as you did. 

There was also the fact that you didn’t ever need to convince Isaac of anything, but you asked anyway because he liked being asked, liked the pomp and gallantry of being propositioned–which is okay. Who doesn’t like being wooed? 

“I’m busy.”

Oh, right. He always pretends he’s not interested at first. He couldn’t give himself away that easily. Your baby boy made you earn it. All part of the wooing process. 

“Put your book down. Aw, come on baby, look at me. I’m bored! All we do is sit around and worry about whatever supernatural freak wants to kill us next. Let’s just be kids for once. Let’s go on an adventure!”

The tips of his ears turned pink, book-ending the stretch of his smile, and you knew he was game.

“Take me away, then.” 

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He’d only ever said no to you once, that time you asked him on a whim to take half-naked pictures of you. The electronics store and the lingerie store both said their products were for professionals, and you were sold.

“Look what I got! I just blew all my savings. Can I model for you?” 

You were confused when he reeled away. He had scolded you, made you feel like a little kid who had asked one too many times to go to the park.

“Are you insane, [y/n]? I can’t believe you…. we’re not even tog–this is wrong.” 

When he brought you your favorite flowers the next day (assorted, because all flowers are created equal), he told you why he’d been so upset. The poor kid had a crush on you and Stiles had mentioned something about a friendzone. 

You couldn’t help the laughter that spilled out of your throat, as if you weren’t already so in love with Isaac that you spent all your money on a stupid camera and slutty underwear just to show off for him. He let you ghost apologies over his lips. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Stop fussing. We’re almost there.”

The inside of his wrist felt warm and smooth as you brushed it over your mouth. You promised him today would be fun, today was for lovers.

You drove out to the outskirts of Beacon Hills, where the weather was actually appropriate for Isaac’s scarf. The forest thinned out, which allowed minimal threat of homicidal Alphas and the perfect setting for a carnival. 

“Seriously? This is your idea of a big adventure?” 

For a second, he reverted back to the old Isaac, the fresh-off-the-bite Beta who hid behind sarcasm and leather jackets. The twitch at the corner of his mouth gave away his excitement. 

“I know, I’m excited too.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How did it take you this long to figure out Isaac had a fear of heights? 

“Well, it’s unnatural for people to be this high up. We’re not designed for this. What is this–we’re literally sitting on a giant spinning wheel in the sky! Aren’t you scared?”

He’d waited until you were at the very top of the Ferris wheel to have a panic attack. Things were off to a rocky start.

“What’s fear when I’ve got you by my side?” 

His mouth formed an ‘o’ and you think it’s because he genuinely doesn’t believe he deserves this, the fuzziness of feeling wanted and revered. And then you remembered The Notebook and The O.C. and all the other die hard romances that unfolded on Ferris wheels. 

Isaac tangled his fingers with yours and nuzzled your neck.

“Do that thing where you kiss me and I forget the world.” 

Ryan Gosling’s got nothing on Isaac.

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“You’re such a child.” 

You glared at him with a tuft of cotton candy sticking out of your mouth. 

“I don’t get to do this very often, Lahey, Why the hell isn’t it socially acceptable to just eat cotton candy on a regular basis? Like, at the park? At school? During sex?” 

Isaac choked on his deep-fried Oreo. You grinned wickedly. “Is that your new kink? Clown sweets?” 

“Ew, Isaac. You ruined it.” Your nose crinkled with disdain. 

“Good. There’s no way I’m letting you touch me with pink fur attached to your fingers.” 

“Oh, so chocolate in bed is acceptable, birthday cake-flavored lube is acceptable, but you draw the line at cotton candy? It doesn’t even drip!” 

A throng of junior high girls giggled as they walked by. Isaac ducked his head.

“What would you even do with it?” he shyly asked. 

You snorted. “I don’t know. I was only kidding, you doughnut. Unless, you’re into it now…” 

He rolled his eyes as you fed him a chuck of cotton candy. He chewed behind his frown. 

You smirked.

“Hey, Lahey. You know what’s sweeter than cotton candy?”

“Oh, god. What?”

“You.”

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“Did you have a nice time? Was this okay?” 

At the end of the night, you held hands and strolled through the parking lot, overfed and dizzy, but in the best way. You needed this, the horizon of twinkling lights in your path, the smell of sugar and autumn in the air. 

“It was perfect, thank you. You made it perfect. I mean it.”

You blushed. “It was nothing.”

“I’d kiss you, but I vomited twice.”

“I remember vividly, you big bad wolf. You wanna come back next year?” 

“You think we’ll make it that long?”

You paused, contemplating the implications of his question. You knew what he was really asking. Would you still be together? Would you even be alive? You only knew one thing for certain and now seemed like the appropriate time to tell him.

“I think we’ll be alright. I kinda love you, though. Is that okay? I love you.” 

Your first ‘I love you’ with your first love. Remember to breathe.

Isaac stopped you in the middle of the street.

“I can’t… I can’t say it back with regurgitated funnel cake on my breath,” Isaac pouted. An indelicate snort escaped you. “But I do. So much. You must know that.” 

You beamed because his eyes were brimming with sincerity and he looked so adorable with his hair sticking out wildly in all different directions, curls scattered from the wind. Somehow, this was your life and this was your boy and you let the moment dilute the weight of your troubles. 

“Aww, I know, baby. You’re so sweet.”

For once, you left your sorrows at home.  

mermaidenisaac:

Original Request from nocomhbhron: 

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

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“[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.

“Shit,” Derek muttered,
retreating backwards. “Stiles, don’t touch that!”  

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.

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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.”

“Shut up,” Lydia
protested, grinning. “I think it’s cute.”

“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.”

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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! 🙂