So Much For “I love you”-Part One

Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) a girl that soon realized her world was about to come crashing down all because of a blue-eyed wolf…

(Y/N)= Your Name
(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Requested: Yes (A long time ago, I might add)

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(Y/N) POV:

*Then*

“Isaac I can’t just leave. What about the pack, what about my family” I exclaim. He walks towards me a soft look evident on his face, he takes a hold of my hand and interlocks them together. I sigh and move away from leaving him confused.

“I know this is a lot to handle, Isaac. We’re all still hurting but you can’t expect me to up and go. I love you, Isaac, I do. But I can’t leave not now not ever” I explain.

“ (Y/N) I know you don’t wanna leave Scott, the pack, and your family. But you, Scott…Derek you three are the only family that I have left and I can’t watch you die in my arms, (Y/N). So please” Isaac pleads.

“Isaac…"I whisper. I take his hand and place it on my cheek comforting the distressed wolf.

“I’m not Allison… I miss her so much, she was always there for me whenever I needed her… I miss her, Isaac just as much as you do but I’m not her. I’m me…(Y/N) (Y/L/N), your girlfriend. She’s a human girl with a human family. That gets average grades and is hopelessly in love with a guy named Isaac freaking Lahey” I begin to say ever so softly. A tear escapes slowly streaming down my face.

“And if he loves me as much as I love him… He won’t leave me here alone, he won’t make me go somewhere I don’t want to go because if he truly loves me he’ll stay and fight beside me till we fall to the ground cause we were protecting someone that mattered” I continue to say.

“I can’t leave them here, my family is human, Isaac. They can’t fight like me, they can’t heal like you or Scott. So they need me to protect from whatever danger is coming their way because they matter to me” I finished. Tears were uncontrollably streaming down my face.

“And you matter to me… (Y/N) please don’t make me go without you” Isaac cries.

“Then don’t go” I respond.

“It’s not that simple (Y/N)” Isaac says.

“But me leaving my family is. What made you think that I was just going to leave my family, my friends, my hometown…I can’t, I don’t think I have the strength to leave” I reply. He looks at me in defeat, the look of desperation washes over his facial features.

“You mean everything to me, Isaac. And I love you to the moon and back but all of this is too much to ask an emotionally wrecked girl. I lost my best friend, I almost lost Stiles tonight I don’t wanna lose him again, he’s like a brother to me Isaac” I cry. I cup his face, everything slowly becomes drawn out as I look into the icy blue eyes.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) but I’m not going to stay here and watch you die” Isaac says. My heart breaks in two, I step away and turn around not wanting to see him.

I hear him pick his bag up off the ground. I try to block it out every little sound that he made. Everything was becoming too unbearable for my heart to handle.

“I guess this is goodbye” He says. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears. I turn to face the boy I love, my arms folded loosely across my chest.

“I guess so” I say bluntly. He drops his bag and runs towards me, his hands on my hips and our lips connected as he kissed me goodbye. I push back and fold my arms once again looking at the floor.

“Please come with me” Isaac pleads once again.

“You know I can’t do that, Isaac. Scott, my parents, Lydia…. I can’t leave, Isaac. They mean too much to me” I reply.

“(Y/N)…” Isaac says. I turn away not wanting him to see me cry.

“Please, Isaac just go, your leaving me whether I come or not. So please make this easier for my heart and leave” I yell.

“But (Y/N)…” He says. I turn around once again to face him, my emotions suddenly all over the place.

“Isaac… go” I plead. He walks towards his bag and picks it up once again. He slowly closes the door behind his eyes never leaving mine. He abruptly stops and says one more thing.

“I love you” He says and shuts the door. I collapse onto the floor in tears, my body slowly starts to become weak as I continue to repeat the love of my life leaving me. I look up at the door and replay those three words in my mind.

“I love you too” I say….

*Now*

“Hey (Y/N)”

“Hello…”

I shake my head as the sound of a very familiar voice wakes me up. I turn to look at Scott and Stiles, one gives me a concerned look and the other one looks at me annoyed.

“What?”

“The plan remember” Stiles says. I roll my eyes and lay back onto the jeep.

“Look I’m glad I’m a part of your plan, Stiles. But I’m not even sure if I wanna go to college yet” I say. He gasps at my response cause both me and Scott to laugh. I sit upright and look at the boy beside me.

“Something is seriously wrong with her. Scott what does she smell like” Stiles says. I glare at him and stick my tongue out.

“She smells…-” Scott begins to say. He looks up at the sky thinking.

“Sad, Scott I’m sad. Thought you’d be used to it by now. It’s basically a common state for me” I answer.

“Whats wrong?” Scott’s ask concerned. I sigh and face the alpha next to me.

“I was thinking about the night Isaac left” I begin to say. Stiles looks at Scott with this I told you so look on his face causing me to glare at him.

“I keep asking myself what if, you know” I finish.

“Hey, you’ll be okay. My mum said to this to me when me and Allison broke up "They’re you’re first love everything will be amazing and exciting-” Scott begins to say but I cut him off.

“But you’ll end up finding someone else that’ll end up being just as amazing as the first” I finish.

“See you’re getting it” Scott says nudging me in the process. Stiles waves his arms in frustration causing both me and Scott to look at him.

“Dude the plan” Stiles says.

“Don’t worry Stiles you can have him back I’m gonna talk to little wolf anyway” I say. I jump off the jeep and walk towards a chained up Liam.

“(Y/N) you’re a part of the plan as well” Stiles yells behind me.

“Love you” I yell back casually . I stand beside Liam and look up at the sky.

“How you feeling?” I ask.

“I feel great by the way” Liam yells.

“He’s busy at the moment little wolf, Stiles is currently discussing the ‘plan’ aswe speak” I mock. Liam groans in annoyance and rests his head on the tree stump.

“Ughhhh it was only one time I seriously don’t know why I’m even here” he exclaims annoyed. I roll my eyes thinking about all the other times he’s done something stupid during the full moon.

“You sure about that” I reply with giggling. His face turns red in embarrassment as he start looking up at the the stars. I join him in this little activity thinking about the times where me and Isaac would do the same.

“The stars are quiet beautiful tonight, they just sit up there slowly burning throughout the night peacefully and without a care in the world. You know Me and Isaac use to do this all the time it was my favou-” I start to say without thinking. My eyes go wide as I fully process what I just said.

“Isaac?” Liam says while looking at me intrigued.

“Ahhhhh it’s nothing don’t worry about it little wolf, You know what I’ll meet you in the jeep” I say. I quickly walk towards the jeep and get inside. I lean back against the chair slowly sliding down my mind is filled with thoughts.

“What did he do?” Stiles asks as he walks up to the door.

“Nothing, Stiles. He done nothing” I reply.

“Then why do you look like you’re about to cry” he says.

“Seriously stiles don’t worry about it okay I’ll be fine” I say.

“Pfffft a nd I have a six pack with biceps the size of your head. Now come on, whats wrongs” Stiles says. I laugh at his reply and sit up in my chair.

“If you really wanna know I started thinking about my time with Isaac okay and how we’d use to look at the stars, see I told you it was nothing okay” I reply.

“Look you need to talk about him whether it’d be with me, Scott or Lydia but you need to talk about him (Y/N)” he says. I nod my head and usher him out the jeep. I lean back into the seat and close my eyes thinking about what Stiles had just said.

After a while, I get out of the jeep and sit next to Scott. They both look at me concerned looks plastered onto their face.

“I thought about what you said and you’re right. I need to talk about him so why not do it now” I say. They both send me small smiles.

“Where do I begin. Isaac was my first everything, my first love, my first kiss etcetera, etcetera. And I loved him so much… He was there for me when you were the nogitsune, Stiles” I begin to say. Scott puts his arm around my shoulders in order to comfort me.

“Things were great you know. I even saw a future with him, then everything turned sour when Ali died. She was the glue that held everything together. I didn’t know what to do after that and neither did Isaac or that’s what I thought. When he asked me to go with him I was surprised. Deep down I wanted to jump into his arms and scream yes at the top of my lungs but then I thought about you two, my family, Lydia… the pack. I begged him to stay, I begged and I begged but just like that he was gone and I was standing there cold and alone. I tried so hard to forget about him but all I do is end up missing him even more it’s like I’m going crazy and I haven’t figured out how to get over it” I finish. By this point, I was balling my eyes out. Scott was hugging me, rocking side to side as the night continues to tick away

“No matter what (Y/N) you’ve always got us okay” Scott says with a stupid grin on his face. I laugh lightly and hug them both.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you two, seriously” I say. I let go of the hug and chat to them for a little while as some time passes stiles begins to say something.

“Hey you think it’s been long enough” Stiles says referring to the chained up wolf.

“Yes” Liam yells. We all walk towards the little wolf, Scott puts his hand into his pocket and begins to take the keys out.

“Are you sure you’re okay” Scott asks.

“Yes, I’m fine” Liam replies.

“Well if we see your naked butt running around town again I’ll be dragging you here myself little wolf” I say with my brows raised slightly.

“I said I was hot” Liam replies.

“Yes well my grandparent didn’t appreciate seeing a particularly naked young boy running outside my house at two in the morning. Now let’s get going we got things to do”

*skip rest of car ride*

Me, Scott, Malia and Stiles finally make it to the school. We wait for Kira as she was the only one that wasn’t here.

“I’m going to get her” Scott says.

“How are you going to go through all the traffic” Stiles asks.

“I have a way. You guys go to the library, I’ll go back home and get my bike” Scott’s says. We nod our head and wave bye to Scott.

“You guys go ahead I need to do something that I haven’t been able to do in a long time” I say. I play with the necklace Isaac gave me for our anniversary.

“Oh hell no. Do you really think I’m gonna-” Stiles begins to say but Malia cuts him off.

“We’ll meet you at the front of the school” Malia says. Stiles begins to protest but Malia motions her hands to the necklace. Stiles looks at it and then finally understands what I meant. They both walk away, I smile a little as they both remind me of the relationship I had with Isaac.

I walk towards the lacrosse field, my hair and clothes drenched in water. I stand there, the necklace firmly in my hand as I begin to think about the memories we made together. After a while, I look at the necklace a tear slides down my face.

“I love you and I let you go, Isaac Lahey”I throw the necklace far away. My heart finally feeling at peace. I turn around and come face to face with a man.

“You look a lot like the girl in the photo” he says. I move away from him my heart racing. I look at his hands and see long claw protruding from his fingers.

“What are you?” I ask.

“Someone wanting to know where Scott McCall is” he says. I try to run past him but he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him, he then puts his claws up to my throat.

“Look I don’t know where he is okay” I say. 

“Now that’s a lie isn’t it” He says. He digs his claws into my throat causing me to flinch. 

“You won’t find him and even if you do you won’t even know what hit you” I say threatening. He chuckles and leans into my neck. 

“Oh, naive little girl… just you wait and see” He whispers into my ear. We walk to the tunnel that we were under before Scott went to pick Kira up. Coincidentally both Scott and Kira were there. He growls causing the both of them to look in our direction. He pushes me out of the rain, his claws digging into my lower back. 

“Hey, Kira. How was the trip?” I say trying to lighten the mood. The strange man pushes me to the side and runs at Scott and Kira. Everyone begins fighting, Kira takes out her sword while Scott takes out his claws. I crack the bone in my neck and get ready to fight.

“How cute. You all think you can actually beat me” He says. I raise my brow and pull my knives out. 

“Of course we can. Afterall your just another one of our useless obstacles” I say. 

I run up and attack, he dodges some of my advance causing me to attack him even more. He grabs my arms and kicks me in the stomach making me fall to the ground in pain. Scott and Kira then proceed to fight him, he pushes Scott to the side leaving Kira. She takes her sword out and slashes the air and then proceeds to attack, he easily blocks her moves and hit her back causing her to fall.

“A true alpha. Where’s your power, Scott” He says. 

“Who are you?” Scott asks.

“A devoted fan. Show me the man that took down Deucalion, the man who broke the Argents. I came for that alpha, COME ON” He replies. Scott roars and then attacks him. Kira gets up and then attacks him once again but he blocks every move. 

“I didn’t come just to claim your status” He starts to say. 

I stand up and ready my knives once again but I was pulled back by some guy. He attacks him landing a few blows here and there but not enough to take him down. Scott stands up and dodges every throw taken towards him but that guys grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air. Then he impales Scott with his claws, Scott slowly kneels onto the ground his eyes flashing back to his normal eyes. 

I push past Kira taking her sword and run towards Scott getting ready to attack once again. Scott then grabs him and stands up his eyes back to his alpha ones. I smirk to myself and aim her sword at him while he lays on the ground.

“I don’t know who you are or what you thought you were gonna do but I’ll give you a choice. You can stay and I’ll break something else or you can run” Scott threatens. He looks at us and then turns his to face Stiles. I kick his leg getting his attention, I then lean crouch down in front of him the sword now on the ground. 

“I’d run” I whisper. He stands up, holding his broken arms and runs. I stand up picking up the sword and throw it back to Kira. We all walk towards each other, I turn around to face the guy behind us curious as to who he is. 

“You don’t remember me do you” he says. We all stand there silent, I fold my arms across my chest.

“Nope not one bit” I say. He chuckles and starts walking towards us. 

“I always liked that about you, (Y/N)” He replies. I take my knives out and aim them at him. 

“How do you know my name” I threaten. 

“I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade” He says. 

“…Theo” Scott says. He nods his head a smile slowly emerges onto his face. I put my knives down and place them back into my boots. 

“You know him” Malia says. I smile to myself as the memories of us begin to flash through my mind. 

“Yeah, we use to know him. We were best friends for three years” I reply. I look around the group of people everyone reactions seem so different. 

“Trust me I thought I’d never get to see you guys again. A couple months ago I heard of an alpha in Beacon Hills… When I found out his name was Scott McCall… I just couldn’t believe it. Not just an alpha but a true alpha” He says. 

“What do you want?” Scott asks.

“I moved back to Beacon Hills…back home with my family. Cause I want to be a part of your pack” He answers. 

“That was a really nice speech, Raeken. But all I wanna do and I’m pretty sure most of you agree is to sign our stupid initials onto a library shelf in the school, okay. Now if you don’t mind we’ll be going” I say before anyone could say anything I left and started walking towards the library. We all walk to the library in complete silence, all that could be heard was the sound of rain hitting against the ground. 

“That was interesting” Malia says breakining the silence. 

“Yeah” I reply. 

“What were you doing anyway (Y/N)”Scott asks. 

“I was letting someone go” I reply. He looks at me confused, i just pat his shoulder and continue walking ahead. We make it inside the school all of us sigh in relief. 

“I’ll be back. I have to go to my locker” I say. They nod their heads and stand there talking. 

I jog towards my locker and grab whatever I needed and began jogging my way back to the group of teens. I frown as I approach them as they all sounded like they were arguing with someone. 

“Hey what the hell is going on” I yell. Everyone turns around and looks at me with a sad expression. I look at them weirdly, not sure whats going on. 

“Hey, (Y/N). What the hell happened to you” I hear a very familiar voice say. He booked to walk towards me cupping my face as he examines my injuries from the fight. I push him away my emotions suddenly all over the place as the love of my life stands in front of me after all these years.

“Don’t start caring now Isaac it’s too late for that” I reply coldly. My hearts racing over a thousand miles per hour while my mind is all over the place, Why now, why here, why me…

“I don’t know why you’re here or why you’re back Isaac but I’ve had a bad night so if you’d like you can go back to France and never return. Oh yeah and this is for leaving” I say, I punch him in the face as the sudden urge of anger starts to raise inside me. He stumbles back a shocked look plastered on his face, he wipes the blood of his nose and fixes his composure, He looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes still full of love and it made me even more angrier.

“I’m here because of you” He says. I roll my eyes and scoff as I continue to glare at the boy in front of me.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Isaac. It’s been years since you up and left me, I needed you, I relied on you Isaac… so what makes you think that you could come back and think that everything would be okay. I’m still healing mentally and emotionally so I really don’t need this at the moment Isaac so leave… its what you’re good at” I yell tears streaming down my face with every word.

“(Y/N) please listen to me” he begins to plead with me. I scoff and roll my eyes once again, no matter how much I’ve yearned for him touch or to see him once again I’m not going to fall for his lies anymore, I’ve let him go so I need to stick by it.

“Isaac stop I’m done with this conversation and I’m done with you. Let’s go guys Lydias probably waiting for us” I say, I walk away the pack following behind as we make our way towards Lydia.

“Sooooo that was interesting” Stiles says while he catches up to me.

“Ugghhhh don’t even get me started, seriously this night couldn’t t have been any worse. I just wanna write my initial on that stupid library shelf and go home, my grandparents are probably worried” I reply annoyed. He laughs and puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Well it seems like your wish just came true cause I spot Lydia right now actually so library here we come” he says. I smile and hug him once more before letting to go met up with Lydia a bit quicker than the others. I give her a big hug and she hugs me back surprised.

“Took you guys long enough and what was that for even though I’m not complaining” she says with a confused yet concerned look on her face.

“I’ll catch you up tonight, sleepover?” I reply.

“Uhhhhh of course” she replied, I laugh at her response and hug her once more while we wait for the others to catch up.

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Isaac Lahey was my first everything, he was my first my love and also my first heartbreak. I had given that boy everything I could and yet that still just wasn’t enough my heart wasn’t enough because when I needed him the most he left…

I hate him so fucking much, that it hurts to still be in love with him. He left me, abandoned me, threw me away like I was simply nothing but trash to him, so how dare I still love him… how dare he still be on my mind after all he’s done to me, how dare he not be hurting still after all these years apart, how dare he make me feel the way that I do, how dare he expect to me to fall into his arms like he never left or none of it never happened…

I hate him so much that my heart can’t seem to stop being in love with him and it hurts, it hurts so much and I’m not sure if I fully let him go…“I love you”… yeah so much for that.

♪♫ Still - Daughter ♪♫

☾ It’s spiraling down, biting words like a wolf howling. Hate is spitting out each others mouths but we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers. Still with feet touching, still with eyes meeting, still our hands match, still with hearts beating. ☽

*I do not own the gifs, credits to the glorious maker/owner(◡‿◡✿)*

Author’s Note :Brett and Liam are currently the most requested (I get around a hundred requests per day about them…) (Theo is quite requested as well but I already explained why I still haven’t written anything about him) But I miss Isaac too much to go this long without writing anything about him… :3 

And sorry I’m a day late, I really didn’t realize that yesterday was already Moonday! 

It was late at night, the rain kept pouring from the sky, considerably reducing your sight. You stopped running, thinking that you finally had reached a safe hiding place between two buildings. Your clothes were drenched and you shivered, feeling terribly cold. 

You pulled the hood of your sweatshirt back on your hair, as if it would make any difference now that you already were soaked to the bone. You reached a metallic fence, and you just pressed your back against the wall of one of the buildings, hoping that no one would find you here. 

You took some deep breaths, preparing yourself to run again. You jumped when you heard some loud noises coming from the street and you just pressed yourself even closer to the wall. 

Everything became suddenly silent. You could only hear your breathing and your heart racing in your chest. That’s when you saw it; two glowing red eyes already so close to you… You couldn’t tell who it was, it was too dark and raining too much but from the tall and muscular silhouette moving closer to you, you could tell that it wasn’t Scott coming to your rescue.

You considered running, but there was nowhere to go but where you came from and it would make it so easy for him to catch you… If he was going to kill you, you didn’t want to go down without a fight. So you jumped at him, trying to hit him with the baseball bat you had borrowed from Stiles. 

He had no difficulty breaking the bat in two pieces and sending your body flying until you hit against the metallic fence and fell back on the wet concrete ground. The shock was hard, but you weren’t injured. 

You tried to lift yourself back up but you saw the glowing eyes coming at you and you knew you had no choice anymore than to accept your fate. 

You closed your eyes, hoping it would be quick… But one second, two seconds, three seconds went by without anything happening and a loud, almost familiar growl in the distance forced you to open them again. 

You saw some yellow eyes, running at the alpha’s silhouette. You saw their shadows colliding. You heard some menacing growls. You could see them fight but you had lost track of which silhouette belonged to the alpha and which one belonged to the beta. 

It seemed like they were slowly moving away from you, one dragging the other back in the street, probably trying to give you a chance to run away but you were too confused to even think about it. 

You couldn’t see or hear them anymore, but you stayed on the ground, waiting for nothing. 

It was as if only a few minutes had passed when the glowing yellow eyes appeared in front of you again. He crouched to be at your height and you were able to distinguish his face a little better. You recognized some familiar traits and it felt like someone was stabbing you in the heart. Repeatedly. 

“Are you hurt ?” He asked, the sound of his voice giving you the most powerful stab. 

You shook your head, more in disbelief than to actually answer him.

He helped you up on your feet. Your side felt a bit painful but nothing too bad, you just knew that you were going to wake up with some bad bruises. 

“What are you doing here ?” You asked him, staring at his face as if he might suddenly disappear like the hallucination you thought he was. 

“Saving you.” He simply replied, before walking you back to your car. 

He drove you back home and at the moment he pulled your car in your driveway, you felt anger slowly but surely rising inside you. You left your car without a word for him, closing the door of your home behind you, making sure to let him know that he wasn’t invited in. 

You ran to your bedroom, trying to contain yourself and resist the urge to go back outside just to yell at him. 

You opened the door and turned on the light, stepping in only to jump in fear once again when you found him standing between your now open window and your bed. 

“What ? Not even a thank you ?” He asked you, truly confused by your sudden behavior. 

You felt angry again and you would have told him exactly what you thought if you hadn’t let yourself get distracted by the way his wet shirt was sticking to his skin, perfectly drawing each of his muscles… No, focus! You were upset and you wanted him to know it. 

“Isaac, what are you doing in town ?” You asked once again, pressing on every word. 

“I came back… For you.” He answered, closing the window behind him, finally noticing that it was raining inside your bedroom. 

“For me ?” You sneered. “If you ever thought about me, you wouldn’t have left in the first place!” 

“So that’s why you are upset…” He started. 

“I’m not upset, I’m furious!” You fumed. “What did you expect ? That you were going to come back and save me like a perfect prince charming and everything will be fine and we’ll kiss under the rain ?” 

“Well kissing under the rain always works.” He replied, with a smile making you even more angry even if he didn’t seem to remark it. 

“Maybe on french girls, not on me.” You snapped. 

Your gaze fell on his chest once again, you tried to stay focused, looking at his face instead. His hair was dripping, a drop running from his forehead, finishing its race on his lips. His lips that you’ve been missing for so long… 

“Do you realize that you were dating me and you left without even a goodbye ? You were dating me and you left because Alison died, how do you think I felt ?” You told him, calming down but forcing yourself to speak instead of running in his arms just to remember how safe it felt. 

He stayed silent for a moment, looking at you with true guilt in his eyes. You didn’t know if he was making that lost puppy face on purpose or not, but you tried to not give in that easily. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you…” He said, almost in a whisper as he looked down. 

“Well you did. You reallydid.” 

“I’m sorry.” He repeated again. 

You sighed. Hearing him saying those words was making you feel a little better. 

He stepped closer and you turned your back on him, facing your closet and pretending to be searching for something in it. 

“I missed you.” You heard him say, so close to you. 

You closed your eyes, feeling his arms around your waist, pulling you in your wet clothes against his. His lips left a soft kiss on your neck and it asked for all your strength to move his arms away from you. 

“That’s not how it works.” You said, tuning around to face him. “You left for months and you think that now that you are back, everything will be just as it used to be ?” 

“I wish it could be.” 

“Well it can’t, I didn’t know if you were ever going to come back… I have a new boyfriend.” You stated. 

He nodded, seemingly understanding and took a step back but you could see in his eyes that you had just broke his heart, and you hated that. The only reason you started dating someone else was in hopes of forgetting him, but you never did. And now that Isaac was back here, you were rejecting him… 

“Do you want me to leave ?” He asked, already walking to the window. 

You shook your head to say no and you stared at each other for a moment, in silence. 

“You’re still wearing my hoodie.” He remarked. “Maybe that’s why you still smell a bit like me, that’s why I thought that you still… Wanted me.” 

You nodded in silence once again, unsure of what to do or say. You were in love with Isaac, you always were, of course you still wanted him. You wanted him so bad. 

“Do you want me to stay ?” He asked, hesitating. 

“Yes.” You replied, softly. 

He didn’t seem like he was expecting that answer and he wasn’t quite sure what to do now. 

You pulled your hoodie off and followed with your shirt. The way he was looking at you was the exact same way he did the very first time he had seen you naked, eyes full of a mix of lust and love for you. 

Your skin was glistening, as wet as if you had just gotten out of the shower. He smiled at you from across the room and pulled his shirt off too. His chest as wet as your skin. 

You pulled your pants down and tossed them away with your shoes, looking back at Isaac, expecting him to do the same but his eyes were glued to you and he didn’t seem fully able to function anymore…

You were left in your white underwear, probably transparent now as they were just as drenched as your clothes. You walked up to him, not even waiting for him to come back to himself before hardly pressing your lips against his, almost on tiptoes to be able to reach them. 

You stepped back to unzip his pants and they immediately fell to his ankles. You saw that hard bump under the fabric of his underwear. 

He pulled you against him to kiss you and with his hand on your back, he gently pushed you down on your bed. You lied down and he held himself above you, kissing your neck with intensity. You closed your eyes, it felt so good to have him close to you again. For months you weren’t even sure that you’d ever see him again and now he was on top of you, kissing you as if he had never left.

Maybe it wasn’t real, maybe it was an hallucination, maybe the alpha had killed you and that was your own personal heaven… But whatever it was, you didn’t want it to stop. 

His lips left your neck, leaving kisses down your chest and stomach. He reached your panties and pulled them down and when he made you open your legs wider, you knew what was coming. Once again it felt too good to be real.

He buried his face between your legs and you felt his mouth on your clit, gently sucking on it. You heavily sighed, closing your eyes again, already feeling pleasure building inside you. 

He played around with his tongue, remembering exactly what to do to drive you crazy. Then, he moved down and you felt his tongue entering you. You arched your back a little and let it fall back down on the sheets, your hand reaching for his wet curls between your legs, hoping he’d be able to go deeper inside you but he got out only to get back in with a lick. 

After a few more teases, he abruptly left you, maybe as eager as you were to have him fully inside you. He stood in front of the bed and before you knew it, he pulled on your legs, dragging you closer to him. You felt his hard dick entering you and you sighed loudly. Finally. You thought that you weren’t going to feel him inside you ever again. 

He held your thighs, entering you entirely with all his length. You felt a light pain, you weren’t as used to it anymore, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction that your body was feeling. 

You looked at him just as he tilted his head back with a loud breath, also trying to get used to you again. 

He gently moved, making sure that you had enough time to adjust to him before he started thrusting, deeply in and then almost out. It didn’t take long until a moan escaped your lips. He stopped himself and climbed back on the bed, immediately finding his way back inside you. He leaned down to kiss you for a moment before he increased his pace, holding your legs around each side of his body. You held yourself to your sheets, feeling close. 

You kept your eyes fixed on him, pretty sure that he looked ever hotter now than in your memories. Who would have thought that it was even possible… You saw a familiar expression appear on his face, you knew what it meant and it was enough to make you lose your mind for good. You arched your back once again, your loud moan resounding with his as he came inside you, leaving you breathless. 

You enjoyed every second of your climax. Then you waited for him to come back to himself. You smiled at him and he leaned to kiss you again, but quickly moved away and you were disappointed, expecting it to last a little longer. 

“You are going to break up with him now, right ?” He asked, suddenly concerned. 

“Are you planning on staying in Beacon Hills ?”  

“Yes, I’m not going to leave you again.” He affirmed. 

“Then yes, I’m going to break up with him.” You answered. 

He smiled, satisfied by your answer and got back to kissing you. And, as much as you were enjoying his kisses and having him close to you, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit preoccupied now. You didn’t really know how you were going to break up with Liam…

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If I Stay part III

After a long wait, it is finally here. This is the finale to the If I Stay Isaac x Reader series. Catch the first two parts and the rest of my writing here.

How do you deal with the overwhelming emotions that come from having your entire family die in a car accident and knowing that they wouldn’t have even been in the car if it wasn’t for you? You don’t. Things don’t get easier when a nurse mistakenly gives you a sedative that almost kills you and forces two of your best friends to save you by risking their own lives.

Understandable, you are taking some time off school. Instead of grieving, you were planning funerals and making legal arrangements because that is what was expected of you.

To be fair, your friends were there every step of the way. Lydia’s mom had been helping with the insurance and financials. But you were faced with so many decisions about things that you hadn’t even wanted to think about.

You, Stiles, Scott, and Isaac were setting everything up for the memorial service when it all began to become too much. Isaac, noticing this, decided to take you out to get some food. Stiles and Scott stayed behind, promising to finish everything up by the time you got back.

“So, where do you want to eat?” Isaac asked.

“I’m not really hungry,” you answered, staring down at your hands.

“Y/n…”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, still avoiding his eyes.

“It’s okay, we can go to the cafe and get shakes or something,” he decided.

It was hard for Isaac to watch you struggle so much without being able to do anything to help. He tried to be there for you, but after everything that you had been through he knew that you just needed time. He wished that you would stop pushing all of the pain down and distracting yourself, knowing that there was no way that it was healthy. His heart hurt for you. He just had to keep reminding himself that he would be there for you whenever you were ready to need him.

As the two of you arrived at the cafe, which was practically empty, he helped you out of the car and you both made your way to your favorite booth. Isaac ordered milkshakes for both of you and your favorite crepes. It wasn’t like you didn’t know what he was doing, ordering your favorite food so that you would eat. He wasn’t sly, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t work (and you totally loved him for it). You were eating some of the crepes when suddenly Isaac all but leaped across the table pulling you down yelling, “GET DOWN!”

You were confused until milliseconds later you heard a gun rapidly firing at the cafe and shattering the glass windows. Isaac held you tightly under the table until the shots ended.

“Are you okay?” he asked as you slowly started moving from under the table.

“I’m fine,” you replied, and while that might have been true physically, there was no world in which you were fine mentally.

“Okay, we need to get out of here now,” Isaac decided, looking around to see if there was anyone who needed help.

“Isaac, you’re bleeding.”

He glanced over to where blood was slowly staining his shirt. “A bullet or glass must have grazed my shoulder. I’ll be fine, it’ll heal in a couple of minutes,” he said nonchalantly, causing you to roll your eyes.

The look on his face went past concern, it was on the verge of fear. But before you could ask him about it, he grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the kitchen doors.

“Isaac what’s going on?!” you demanded.

“They’re coming, we have to get you out of here now!”

“Who’s coming?”

“I’ll explain later, now run!”

You decided to hold him to it and followed him through the back entrance. He pulled you out into the ally and down a couple of streets. As soon as he stopped, you were going to ask him what the hell was going on, but he tightly clamped his hand over your mouth. You could tell that he was listening intently.

“Okay, we’re safe,” he sighed, reaching to pull out his phone.

“Get everyone to Deacon’s clinic now, it’s an emergency,” he spoke to who you could only assume was Scott before abruptly hanging up.

He then turned to look at you fully for the first time since the cafe, “are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine Isaac, I just want to know what hell is going on!”

He looked at you like he was deciding on how to tell you the worst possible news. He was hesitating, so you took his hands in yours and softly spoke, “Whatever it is, I am sure we will get through it together, but I need to know.”

Isaac sighed before giving in, “Those people back there, the cafe, it wasn’t a random driveby shooting. They were there to kill you.”

“What? That doesn’t make any sense,” you disagreed, taking a step back away from him.

“Listen, we will figure this out, I promise, but right now we need to get to Deaton’s.”

The two of you walked to the Animal Clinic. By the time you got there, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Deaton, and even Derek were there. As you walked in, all eyes shifted to you.

“There they are! What happened? You can’t just call us saying there’s been an emergency and then not answer your phones,” Stiles chastised. He was going to continue when Derek cut him off.

“Are you guys okay?”

“Y/n and I were at the Cafe, when it got shot up. I heard the shooters talking. They knew we were going to be there. They were there for Y/n,” Isaac explained.

The remaining color faded from your face.

“That makes no sense, why would anybody be targeting Y/n?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know, but the guy clearly said that he had eyes on the last of the Y/l/n’s. And then I heard the gun being loaded.”

“So its not just about her. Whoever these people are, they were targeting her entire family?” Lydia asked.

“Which means the accident probably wasn’t an accident and that explains why the police didn’t find the other driver. And the nurse in the hospital…” Stiles realized, “Deaton it would be common knowledge not to give a sedative to someone who recently experienced head trauma, right?” he asked.

“Yes, anyone with professional training would know that.”

“So that might’ve been another assassination attempt. Someone might’ve dressed up as a nurse to get access,” Lydia added.

“But why would anybody target her family?” Scott asked.

“Her mom used to be a hunter,” Derek spoke.

“What?” you asked in disbelief.

“Before your mom met your dad, she was part of a group of hunters. A powerful one with a lot of enemies. And right before she left, she did something they considered unforgivable. If they found her, they would kill her. That’s why she moved here and changed her name. And then she met your dad, and you know the rest.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“The unforgivable thing she did was to help me and my sister escape before the hunters could kill us. We were young. She helped smuggle us back here to my mom. My mom was the one who helped her to change her identity and get settled here.”

“So what, you think that the hunters tracked her down 20 years later and decided to get revenge?” Scott asked.

“That is exactly what I think. And if I’m right Y/n and anyone close to her are fair game to them. They won’t stop until she is dead.”

“So we take them out, then life goes back to normal,” Isaac suggested.

“It’s not going to be that easy. There is a very large likelihood that they are connected with other hunters. You take them out and more will come. You could be starting an all-out war,” Deaton warned.

“Well we can’t just sit back and do nothing,” Stiles argued.

“Maybe you can go into hiding, just until this is all over,” Lydia suggested.

“And always be looking over her shoulder, wondering if she is ever really safe?” Isaac asked.

“It’d be temporary. Just until we could figure something else out. Hiding is better than the alternative,” Scott decided.

“The solution is simple isn’t it?” you asked, voice eerily calm.

Everyone turned to face you.

“I have to die,” you decided.

“Now hold on a second-”

“No. The only way for this to end is for me to be dead long enough for the hunters to confirm it and then I’ll leave. That way they stop looking for me. They’ll leave before they catch a scent of all of the supernatural stuff going on here and you’ll be safe. And then I’ll go to Europe with Isaac,” you explained, “Scott did it. Deaton can give me something that’ll make me appear dead. Melissa and Sheriff Stiliski can be in on it. Then I’ll hide out until after the funeral.”

“It could work,” Derek spoke after some consideration. You were glad that he wasn’t going to try to talk you out of it. At least someone understood the weight of what was happening.

“Y/n, this plan of yours. It’s dangerous. There are a lot of variables that have to go exactly to plan for it to work,” Deaton warned.

“It’s no more dangerous than staying and trying to fight. At least this way I am able to keep all of you out of it. And maybe, someday, Isaac and I could come back. But I think that for now at least this is the only way. Or at least it is the way with the least collateral damage.”

“It could work, but you shouldn’t have to give everything up for us. Beacon Hills is your home,” Lydia said.

“You guys are more important. If leaving ensures your safety then consider my bags packed. Besides, after everything that happened, I don’t know if I could ever truly feel at home here again,” you turned to face the three who have yet to speak on the subject, “Scott? Stiles? Isaac?”

“I don’t like it, but it doesn’t sound like we have much of a choice,” Scott said, shaking his head.

“I hate how fast this is moving. Everything that has happened in the last two weeks, I can’t stand the thought of losing you. And either option feels like a loss,” Stiles spoke.

“But it isn’t like I’ll never be able to contact you. Once they move on and I’m settled in, we can facetime and when you need me I’ll be on the first plane here. It isn’t forever, just until we can figure out something better,” you promised.

“You said it was dangerous, how dangerous?” Isaac directed to Deaton.

“Timing is everything. We can’t keep her heart rate that low for more than two hours. We would have to ensure that the hunters knew about her death and sent someone within that time range or the whole plan fails. We then have to sneak her to a hideout until the funerals are over-”

“And the Hunters will be watching all of you. One wrong move, any indication that things are not as they should be, and your all dead,” Derek added.

“We will just have to make sure none of that happens, Stiles, we need a plan,” you turned to your friend hoping he would get on board.

“Okay, if we are doing this, if you are sure you want to go through with this,” he paused looking for confirmation from you, “then let’s make sure it works.”

The plan was simple compared to most of Stiles’ plans. You would go to the memorial service where one or more of the hunters would most likely be staked out. Then you would collapse, leading Scott, Stiles, and Isaac to frantically carry you out to Roscoe and to the hospital. When you arrived at the hospital, Melissa would take lead in your care, making it look real. Scott and Isaac would listen for any indication that the hunters were there. They would text Melissa and she would inject you with the serum which only took a couple of minutes to take complete effect. When you coded, she would lead the revival team and eventually give the news to your friends in the waiting room that they had done everything that they could, but couldn’t save you. Scott, Stiles, and Isaac would make a scene and Melissa would take you down to the morgue where Derek would be hiding. If the medical records, scene in the lobby, etc. weren’t enough for the hunters and they decided to check then you would be there. Either way, he was there to administer the antidote. During the next shift change, Derek would sneak you out and to his loft where you would stay until everything smoothed over. You were not to be contacted by any of the pack members during that time incase the hunters had anything taped. Stiles’ dad would help you get the fake documents you needed. He would also make the case of the shooting very public to try to push the hunters out of Beacon Hills faster.

There were only a few problems. 1. You guys didn’t know how many hunters there were or who they were. 2. There was no way to know how they found out about your family in the first place, meaning they could have a spy/informant. 3. There was no explanation of where your body would be in between “death” and cremation. 4. What if they tried to kill you before you got that far.

Even with all the risks, you didn’t care, if there was any chance that it would work and keep your friends safe then you were doing it. And so Scott and Stiles dropped you and Isaac off at your house so you could get ready for the service.

“Are you sure about this? It isn’t too late to call it off, we can figure something else out,” Isaac spoke softly into your hair as he hugged you from behind, a clear look of worry on his face.

“This is the only way,” you said, more to reassure yourself than him.

“I love you,” he said spinning you around to face him,

“I love you too,” you smiled before kissing him.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked, still holding you tightly against his chest.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you decide to pull away.

From there, the plan went into motion. And to Stiles’ credit, it actually worked. Your friends must have been better actors than you thought. Luckily one of the hunters went down to confirm that you were dead. Apparently, she was running her mouth and it took everything that Derek had in him to not come out and end her. He gave you the antidote and took you to his loft. Where you stayed for the next two weeks.

And that was when the grieving that you were avoiding finally started to happen. Luckily for you, Derek broke Stiles’ rule of no contact with the pack and called Isaac who was there for you in a heartbeat, pulling you in close and trying to piece your world back together.

The hunters left pretty much after your funeral, thanks to the pressure from Sheriff Stilinski. And thus, phase two of the plan was set in motion. You died your hair, snuck back into your house to pack everything up that you were going to take with you, and got your fake documents. Before you knew it, it came time to meet up with the pack before driving to the airport.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” Scott said, hugging you, “If you ever need anything call us, we will be there for you, I promise.”

“Thanks Scott,” you started, but before you could continue Lydia interrupted.

“Okay, me next!” Lydia spoke up, “First of all, I’m looking forward to packages containing European designer shoes. Second, if you ever need anything I expect a call no matter what time it is here,” she then turned to Isaac, “And don’t even get any ideas of proposing without my input, I am still the best friend.”

This caused you to giggle, “This is going to be a good thing, I promise,” she smiled pulling you into a hug. Somehow she always knew exactly what to say.

You turned to Stiles who was probably the worst at hiding how this was actually making him feel.

“The hunters are gone, maybe you can stay now,” Stiles offered.

“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think.” you tried to joke.

“What? Just because you “died”, people fake their death all the time,” he returned.

“I’m going to miss you Stiles,” you said, pulling him in for a hug. He held you just a little tighter than he had ever done before. “This isn’t goodbye,” you promised.

“Hey Y/n, we should get going,” Isaac spoke.

There was another wave of well wishes, reminders, and hugs. And then it was just you and Isaac in a car to the airport, leaving your hometown and your friends behind you.

“You doing okay?” he asked.

“Weirdly enough, this is the most okay that I’ve felt in the last month.”

“Well, then I have a favor to ask you.”

“And what is that?”

“When we get to Europe, you have to promise me that you won’t fall for any of those hot European boys with the accents,” he said with a straight face.

This caught you off guard and you burst into laughter, “I’ll try, but all bets are off if I meet Tom Holland,” you answered this time causing Isaac to laugh.

There was a pause before you added, “I love you, you know that?”

“I love you too,” he smiled.

You didn’t know what was waiting for you in Europe, but you did know that as long as Isaac was by your side, you’d be able to face anything.

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lekirra018:

Happy New Year!!!!!

I know I haven’t been posting imagines lately it’s because I haven’t had inspiration to do any really, I haven’t been writing that much either and I love writing. I do miss it but I just have no ideas for writing, but one hopeful day there will be a imagine. Or I can just open request and all.

I’ll try to post more in the future though but depending on this inspiration thingy if it’ll ever come back (let’s hope so)

But here’s to another year, 2018 had its ups and downs but it was pretty cool I guess.

I hope you guys and gals had a fun year, if not let 2019 be your year.