Isaac Lahey

Drabble #61: Silence

So maybe it was out of line that Isaac and Stiles talked to each other on Skype nearly every night when Malia wasn’t staying over with Stiles. But Isaac couldn’t deny hating the girl dating his ex with a fiery passion, and he felt no guilt about it. He missed Stiles… missed him terribly, and breaking up had probably been the biggest mistake they’d ever made, because the truth was, they belonged together. Which was what had Isaac in a hint of a panic when he sent Stiles a Skype message at the promised time and was met with silence.

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Drabble #71: Overwhelmed

There was no denying how overwhelmed Stiles was with this situation. Aengus was not a vital member of the pack only, but he a dear friend to Stiles, and it was killing Stiles to think of losing him… and worse, of it being on Stiles’ hands.

Isaac was shocked when he arrived at Cruz’s house and Stiles asked him to take him home to sleep. That was the surest sign that Stiles was exhausted. When they’d arrived home, Stiles had passed out, and hours later, Isaac was still awake, hoping like hell that they’d figure this all out – and soon.

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Drabble #36: Empty

Ever since the day Stiles left Beacon Hills for college, Isaac had felt… empty. It wasn’t that he stopped living, so much as the fact that he found himself wondering often what it was he was living for. He loved his job, loved being part of his pack. But at the end of the day, no matter how much Isaac had going for him, there’d always be that emptiness as long as he didn’t have Stiles.

But now that Stiles was home – in Beacon Hills – so close Isaac could almost sense him, Isaac felt more empty than he ever had.


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Drabble #38: Tonight

Tonight was a long time in coming as far as Isaac was concerned, though he and Stiles had only really been apart a few days. In the wake of their awful fight, they’d spent a few nights apart, but in the quiet of Stiles room, tonight, he was back where he was supposed to be.

This wasn’t going to be easy. Their battle – perhaps the hardest battle of them all – had only just begun. But tonight, with Stiles lying close to him, Isaac promised himself that as long as he had breath in his body, Stiles would never fight alone.


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Drabble #6: Massage

Stiles hadn’t quite been himself today, and he’d spent quite a bit of time outside trying to calm himself down so as not to say anymore hurtful things to the people that he cared about. Before he came back inside, Isaac had put on quiet, soothing music and brought a bag of Cheetos up to Stiles’ room.

When Stiles came into the room, Isaac met him with a soft kiss, hearing his apology, and assuring him that he loved him and understood. “Lie down, babe,” he murmured, before joining Stiles in bed to gently massage the tension from his shoulders.

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Drabble #37: Goodbye

Isaac had missed the joint funeral for Allison and Aiden, instead staying home in attempts to keep Stiles sleeping as long as he could. But now, Stiles was with Scott, and Isaac was at the cemetery, crouching between the two graves.

He looked from Allison’s marker to Aiden’s, and thought about what he wanted to say to both of them. First to Allison, “I’m really sorry I lied to you. And I wanted to thank you for saving me.” Then to Aiden, “I’m sorry I never gave you a chance. You helped save him, and can’t ever thank you enough.”


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If there was one thing Isaac would never not be grateful for, it was the fact that Stiles had lived. There had always been a very real possibility that killing the nogitsune would also mean killing Stiles, and Isaac wasn't sure he could've done that. There were others who would've... and Stiles had even told him that if nothing else could be done, it was what he wanted... but Isaac wasn't prepared to make that call. In the end, it hadn't come down to that, and Isaac was thankful to whatever powers might be that Stiles was still here, with him, where he was supposed to be.

And still, apparently, very much Stiles, considering that he'd seemed very focused on getting Isaac to come to his room and be naked. Reading over the messages, Isaac had actually laughed out loud for what seemed like the first time in ages, because if there had been any question at all, this answered it for him. His Stiles was back in full force, and still as much a horny teenage boy as he'd ever been.

They'd both been possessed at one point... made choices they never would've made in their own minds -- Stiles making out with Malia and Isaac sleeping with Allison. But when all was said and done, and they'd had the chance to actually talk it all out, Isaac couldn't deny they'd both been a little hurt, but they'd also both known that it wasn't something they ever needed to worry about so long as they were both themselves and not evil-Asian-spirit-inhabited versions of themselves. So they'd both consciously made the choice to move on together as a couple, and put the past behind them.

All of that being said, they were both still teenage boys, and the promise of nakedness with his other half wasn't something Isaac was going to delay any longer than absolutely necessary. His werewolf speed came in handy, and he was in Stiles' room in the blink of an eye with a huge grin on his face. "Did somebody say 'naked'?" he asked with a grin.