𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙘 𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙮 .ᐟ

𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠. ( 18+ only. mature themes. )

uh, no? i never have.

i don’t have an attitude.

that’s no fun. okay, whatever, fine.

i could just show up on doorsteps as a werewolf and demand the candy.

our entire lives are spooky, though.

I mean —— sure, yeah.

does anyone else remember when stiles was possessed? what the fuck was that.

setting his cup down, isaac hummed in agreement, silent for a moment before breathing out a sigh. “ you don’t have to be quiet. i mean, you aren’t the problem. it’s just — people. in general. ” he shrugged. “ sometimes i miss when i could go unnoticed all day. ”

raising his gaze to meet her own, isaac took a sip from his takeout coffee cup. “ too much noise. guess i’m not feeling like a 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 today. ”

( nodding slowly. isaac turned back to look at the fire. ) hey … if you say so. you just looked like something was bothering you.

( hands shoved into his jacket, clearing his throat. ) i asked if you’re good.

… you, uh — you good?

only one way to find out, huh?

“sure. hell of a relationship.” glancing over at him, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “i seriously doubt that. but, i don’t know. she always cared about him more. and i knew that. like i said — complicated.”

“i did not — i did not 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙 his girl.” isaac couldn’t help the eye roll. “for the record, we did kiss. but she’s also stabbed me. it was complicated.” huffing.

inhaling, isaac averted his gaze, nodding a few times. typical scott. “alright. what’s he been saying about me, then?”

. . . sitting alone, happily so.

“…what, you don’t like me or something?” isaac gave him a small grin. “kinda feels like that’s the vibe i’m getting.”