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coyotedâ.
   â   ââalright, iâm in.   â   one date couldnât hurt.  even if they are just friendsâŚ.kind of.
    thereâs no need to try and hide any hint of nervousness â thatâs already been outed if sheâs paying even an ounce of attention to his heart rate.    â great â right then. so . . . tonight? â   he hadnât thought this through past the initial question, which he had assumed would get shot down instantly.   â maybe we could, uh â go somewhere nice-ish . . . for a change. â   and no, that doesnât include olive garden and loading up on free breadsticks.
@coyotedâ cont from ( x )
    â ââ do you know me?  of course thereâll be food. â    likely an entire feast for good measure, he just hadnât decided on what.   â . . . . so thatâs a yes, then? âÂ
mieczlwâ.
head tilts back at the feeling of the otherâs finger between his cheeks. were it anyone else, heâd protest it completely, push the hand away and scold silently. but stiles gives him something new, something fresh here. the touch is welcomed, encouraged even, and he leans into it with a soft gasp if only in the surprise that itâs happening at all.   â what are you â â   isaac pauses his motions, if only in a momentary lapse of disbelief. â oh fuck â â  he groans gently, growl deepening and another flash of the golden yellow of his eyes at the touch of stilesâ finger. but after a moment he leans into it all the more; if he didnât know better, isaac might think that he were the one about to get fucked. he strokes with ease again, picking up his rhythm all the more as he leans in, his own cock pressed against stilesâ as his hands work them both with ease. â well itâs not from practise with anyone else. â   his lips turn in a smirk, a grin that stifles his own noises as he continues to roll his hips against stiles. hand pulls away from his own cock, dragging up instead up stilesâ chest as he plants his lips against the otherâs in a sloppy kiss. his fingers trace up against stilesâ jaw, and he breaks his lips away, instead pushing two fingers into stilesâ mouth, other hand continuing to gently work at stroking his cock.   â and if i werenât so desperate to fuck you, iâd let you keep going. â    he doesnât tease for long before dragging his fingers away, gaze locked on his boyfriendâs as he pulls away enough that he can hesitantly nudge stilesâ hand away, reaching his own fingers around and between his cheeks. his turn now. he presses gently with one finger, soft growl in his throat as he slips inside, lips leaning back in to kiss at his jaw .
mieczlwâ.
itâs funny ,  even now after all this time , stiles still finds himself bewildered at how he and isaac evolved to this. and how everything shifted without their knowledge.  he used to despise isaac and yet now , all he wants is to be close to him , in any way that he can get  ;  itâs just a happy coincidence that itâs usually in a manner such as this.  with isaac and himself both yearning for each other. Â
isaacâs hips roll and stilesâ hand , that is now curled around his boyfriendâs dick lets a thumb brush ever so gently across the head , before he gives a soft pump of his hand. he has to let go to allow his shirt to be removed but thatâs okay , it wont be long until he has his hands on his again.  hips are pulled against his own and stiles pushes his hips against isaacâs , chasing a friction he knows they both need. Â
â  i want you to fuck me wherever you please.  â he whispers , low and taunting. he wets his lips and grins up at the taller one , hazel eyes now almost black with how his pupils have grown.  heâs needy , heâs always needy but right now he would take literally anything.  â  the wall âŚÂ  the table âŚÂ  hell , fuck me right here on the floor i donât care.  what i want , isaac , is to feel you inside me.  â Â
the hands that rest on his boyfriends hips push into the back of his pants now and grab a hold of his ass , a plentyful amount in both of his palms. kneading the flesh he rolls both cheeks in his hands before finally making a move to push trousers down his boyfriendâs legs.  he leaves on the underwear , for now but that doesnât stop him from eyeing the impressive tent that shows in the front , causing stiles to lick his lips as his mouth begins to water with the need to be around it. Â
isaac can feel  the low growl in his throat, the way he yearns for more, and dear god stiles doesnât help with his hand on his dick. hips lean into the touch involuntarily, wanting more with each passing second. the words uttered from the other only amplify that need, and he pulls back, if only enough so that he can stare down into those whiskey eyes, his own flashing a momentary shade of gold with desire. he canât help but grinning, breathing him in, fingers digging in to grip onto his ass. his response is a deeper growl, a harder touch, a silent promise that he intends to keep. his breath comes out as an exhale, softer groan, and suddenly the rest of the evening, the party and all, is lost to him. if someone were to walk in, he wouldnât even care ( in fact ... the thought is almost more of a turn on ). heâs quick to help with moving his legs in order to get trousers off, kicking them away as he stares down at stiles. his fingers drag up the otherâs skin, hands moving to mirror the otherâs move, tugging his trousers down. his hand wraps around stilesâs dick, his own gaze bordering on desperation as he gently, slowly tugs at him, recognizing the same look in the otherâs face.   â floor then, sure.   fuck, stiles â â   hips press harder against stiles in an involuntary twitch of desire, the need only growing by the second as he leans his lips back in to press against his boyfriendâs for a brief kiss.   â i wanna be inside of you. â   his words are almost a whisper, and he pulls his own hands away from stiles only so that he can push his underwear down, past his obvious arousal, and kicks them away. One hand wraps around his own cock instead with a soft exhale, the other finding its way back to stilesâ and continuing where heâd left off.

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i have had a very fucking rough week. sorry for being quiet here and elsewhere. i hopefully will be able to be around this weekend a bit. thanks.
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But what's your favorite thing about Isaac?
what was his favorite thing about isaac  ?  heâd never really sat and thought about it before. he enjoyed everything about him , even the parts that isaac himself didnât really like. Â
if he thinks about it , the list is going to be long.  from the way he eats his cereal to how he sleeps at night ;  itâs all kind of rolled into one giant ball of isaac lahey. like the way that he can make him laugh with the most simple of things or how he can make him angry at the flick of a switch. how heâs not afraid to be vulnerable around him now and really lets him in. Â
but if he had to pick only one , it would be how they were able to evolve into this new dynamic , one in which isaac makes him feel truly safe and loved. they still have their banter but thatâs all it is now , banter  :  no more childish hatred that they were holding onto from their past.  just an admiration and trust for each other. Â
yeah , thatâs probably it.Â
his favorite thing about isaac lahey is that he loves him with all that he has.
(   â   @entraum   â   )Â
i want to write more but iâm not feeling too great right now? gonna relax for a while and maybe make icons and try again later.Â

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People always ask if your trauma changed you but I was young, I donât know who I was before my trauma. I donât know who I wouldâve been without it and I never will know.
@mieczlwâ asked: âI think we should talk about the sexual tension.â
      â ... Why talk about it? â   After all, havenât they been talking enough? Between talks and glances, heâs tired of the tension. No more playing around or sideways glances. Hesitation gone, he closes the space between them and presses his lips to Stilesâs. Having thought about it has nothing on actually doing it. Thereâs no other way to describe it: he melts into the kiss, softening against the heat of the other. Head feels like itâs underwater and he canât think or process any other sounds around them until he can tear his lips from Stiles and the quiet sounds of the night start to leak their way back in.   â Tell me to stop if you want. â
@lionveincdâ asked:Â âAs weird as this place is during the day, itâs even worse at night.â
   Brows raise, looking over the other with gentle curiosity, as the idea that maybe he should just leave the topic alone surfaces. But why would he do that?   â What? You do a lot of night lurking around here? Maybe itâs just you that makes it weird. âÂ
SENTENCE MEME âś SCRUBS / 2.01 ââ 2.04 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
âCall it wishful thinking, but I couldnât shake the feeling that this was nothing more than a very, very bad dream.â
âWhy are you so cranky in the mornings?â
âI canât remember the last time I was in this foul a mood.â
âIs that supposed to cheer me up?â
âI hate it that everythingâs so messed up between all of us.â
âI just wish one of my relationships could be back to normal.â
âI put my underwear in the microwave to dry them and they feel good.â
âIâve been thinking about all the times youâve manipulated me and toyed with me, and I canât help but recall that childrenâs fable about the race between the tortoise and the pain in the ass that everybody hates.â
âItâs a disturbing childrenâs book, but itâs one thatâs stuck with me.â
âThatâs the sound of all the bees in your bonnet.â
âYou canât drop this on me and expect me to make it a priority.â
âI was wrong to talk behind your back, which is a violation of the trust our relationship is based on.â
âItâs gotten awkward with this guy Iâm seeing.â
âI planned to avoid him all day, but I needed his help.â
âWhat kind of man tortures people like this?â
âI think we should sex each other.â
âOur relationship ended so quickly, and now thereâs these feelings floating around and I feel like weâll always regret it if we donât see if they lead somewhere.â
âHe wasnât yelling at me like he used to because he didnât care about me anymore.â
âI couldnât help thinking about the way things used to be.â
âEveryone was just drifting, each one of us acting like the others didnât exist.â
âI think we should talk about the sexual tension.â
âYouâre not in love, you idolize me.â
âYouâre mad because Iâm scared of losing you?â
âI never took you for granted.â
âIâve killed for much less than that.â
âIâll do it again unless you all shut up now.â
âAre you planning on making this worth my while?â
âSometimes when you do nothing at all, things just have a way of fixing themselves.â
âYou were in my dream, and I canât so for certain but I was having the flesh torn from my bones by a cross-eyed water snake.â
âThereâs nothing like the feeling of taking charge of a situation.â
âThat was kind of demeaning.â
âIâm gonna politely tell you to blow it out your ass.â
âI make it a rule to never get in bed with people that I have nothing but contempt for.â
âNext time we talk, maybe I could finish a sentence or two.â
âI donât want to hear your misguided romantic notions.â
âSex is a sport, like racquetball.â
âItâs impossible to actually lie next to her seeing as she sleeps hanging upside down from the ceiling wrapped in a cocoon of her own wings.â
âAs weird as this place is during the day, itâs even worse at night.â
âItâs disturbing how obsessed you are with your butt.â
âYou can do your victory dance or slaughter a goat or whatever it is you do when youâre happy.â
âThis is pointless, angry, shallow sex.â
âWhy would you go and ruin something like that?â
âIâm real sorry, but thatâs not enough for me anymore.â
âI have feelings for you but unlike you I have some balls.â
âI canât let you back into my life and watch you personally and professional sabotage every single chance you get.â
âWhat do you want me to do to prove Iâm not that guy anymore?â
âSometimes just making a decision is half the battle.â
âSometimes weâre our own worst enemy.â
âI need you to quiet the hell down.â
âIf I were younger and tipsy, this might be your lucky day.â
âI canât do your work for you.â
âLeave this instant, this second, this moment.â
âWe have a lot in common, like having a hard time digesting dairy.â
âI donât know why youâre trying to force this.â
âTomorrowâs gonna be a better day for everyone.â
âYouâre stuck on your first impression, that I am some spoiled brat.â
âI donât always say the right thing.â
âI only have things in common with nice people.â
âAround here, life can be full of surprises.â
âI decided I could have my cake and eat it, too.â
âI could do naughty things to that man.â
âIâve been self-conscious my whole life and finally got the courage.â
âIf you were to change one thing about my appearance, what would it be?â
âIf I were to be really honest with myself, I would change everything.â
âAre all women this crazy?â
âHow about you help me out and I wonât tell anybody about this?â
âI wanna be like you, but a more successful you.â
âI like to think your life comes down to the choices youâve made.â
âIn the end, you have to trust your decisions.â
âYouâll need a tinfoil hat to hold in all your thoughts.â
âThe greatest thing about her is I always know I can count on her to be the bad cop.â
âIf you donât listen to them, youâre gonna have to answer to me.â
âI guess after awhile you just stop being surprised by people.â
âHow come I know nothing about your family?â
âIâm not big on sharing my personal life with people.â
âWomen are masters of every style of combat.â
âIâm in a mood, so itâs probably in your best interest to make up some lame excuse and leave.â
âI will not be spoken to like that.â
âNow you think Iâm the craziest woman here.â
âI canât believe you think Iâve got a thing for her.â
âYou babbled all my crazy to the person I plan on spending the rest of my life with.â
âI told you how hard it is for me to let my guard down.â
âI was hoping that we can use this as an opportunity to repair our relationship.â
âI never meant to insinuate you guys were stupid.â
âEveryone knows youâre a hundred times smarter than the jackasses that run this place.â
âIt wouldnât hurt you to cut âem some slack once in awhile.â
âEvery time you screwed up with me, Iâve let you off the hook.â
âYou can keep trying to connect with me.â
âYouâre so damn entertaining.â
âYou might be better served if you could stop worrying so much about who does and doesnât notice you.â
âI think every day is made up of tiny little tests.â
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âhe will die watching me take what is his away from him.â
âi can empathise with anybody.â
âcan i borrow your imagination?â
âheâs like willy wonka.â
âthe amount of detail is incredible.â
âi would apologise for my analytical ambush, but i know i will soon be apologising again and youâll tire of that eventually, - so i have to consider using apologies sparingly.â
âcould be a permanent installation in your evil minds museum.â
âiâve fantasised about scenarios where my actions may have allowed a different fate for [name].â
âwhat is that? i bet itâs marijuana.â
âi got stabbed in the third grade with a number two pencil. thought i was gonna get lead poisoning.â
âiâm very supportive of bake-offs.â
âi donât feel sorry for myself at all. i feel, um i-i i feel, um good.â
âi guessed your size, so anything you donât want, leave the tags on, iâll bring it back.â
âiâm gonna be messed up, arenât i? iâm worried about nightmares.â
âi was sort of expecting a body outline in chalk or tape.â
âiâll tell you if i saw him if you tell me why itâs important.â
âyour victimhood has a high profile.â
âi never connected to the concept.â
âthe family you think is family, is just a stepping stone to real family.â
âthirteen-year-old milk carton material.â
âhave you ever tried psilocybin? âmushroomsâ?â
âi want to give you your power back.â
âa paradox in the midst of a normal family: heâs an outsider who doesnât look like one.â
âwell, i donât think youâre gonna go home for a long time.â
âas someone who makes such a big deal about common courtesy, iâm a little taken aback.â
âthink itâs too late for us to have kids?â
âat night i leave the lights on in my little house, and walk across the flat fields. when i look back from a distance the house is like a boat on the sea.â
âi had two fingers of whiskey before i went to bed.â
âvikings used to execute christians by breaking their ribs, bending them back, and draping the lungs over them to resemble wings. ttey used to call it a âblood eagleâ.â
âyour perfume is exquisite.â
âeven a drunk with a flair for the dramatic can convince himself heâs god.â
âsupplication is the most common form of prayer.â
âso can we have a conversation, or do you want to pretend that everythingâs alright?â
âyou know something - iâm very good at sorting things out, and at the very least i can underwhelm you while youâre being overwhelmed.â
âi wonât insult you by asking if thereâs someone else.â
âmy ears rang like the first time I heard my mom use the f-word.â
âi figured youâd be here.â
âitâs your fight, baby, but iâm in your corner.â
âi thought if i kept it to myself, our lives wouldnât change.â
âyou donât have to say a word until youâre ready, but iâm not going anywhere until you do.â
âi cannot help feeling responsible myself for what happened.â
âiâm assuming that youâre familiar with the chesapeake ripper?â
âhow wonderful to see you again.â
âum, i was just, uh, in the neighbourhood.â
âyou look like you were dreaming.â
âso, are you enjoying reading my mail?â
â[name] would you care to assist me with dessert?â
âit can sometimes be brave to allow yourself hope.â
âi believe the world is a better place with [name] in it.â
âif youâll wait here, iâll be right back.â

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ghostofaformerselfâ.
   HEâS EASY TO TALK TO, and his artistic streak reminds her of gem. isaac isnât soft like gem was, but heâs definitely good in the same way. maybe itâs part of why sheâs so inclined to spend time with him and just be.
   lips curl as she sips on a cup of coffee and watches him sketch. itâs relaxing for her and helps to keep her mind from wandering as it so often does. even after three centuries rayne sometimes finds herself trapped in memories she doesnât want to be in. watching isaac work helps.   itâs not fair to isaac for her to draw comparisons between him and gem, but she canât help it.
   âthatâs the game weâre playing? really? youâre calling me old?â thereâs nothing but mock offence and entertainment in her voice. âiâll have you know iâm the hottest three-hundred-year-old youâll ever meet, thank you.â
   sheâs done a lot of crazy things in her time, but theyâre not anything like isaac. rayneâs âcrazyâ stories are things sheâd rather forget. theyâre things she wishes sheâd never done. too many lives ended by her hands, her actions.    head shakes. she canât think about it for too long.
   âiâm a boring old person.â sheâs not sure thatâs something she can get in to with him just yet. rayne likes the way he looks at her too much to risk how itâll change if he knows. not yet.
Thereâs something so easy about being with her that, against the odds, makes Isaac feel more relaxed than ever. True, the smell of a vampire is something to get used to, but itâs certainly not a bad thing. He canât help the laughter that escapes him, lips curved in a grin as he gently brushes eraser shavings from the sketch. â Well? Itâs not like Iâm wrong. â   He glances back up at her, reaching for his own coffee and leaning back, a gesture that itâs time for a short break from the sketch, attention fully on her now.    â But neither are you. You are looking good for your age. â He wonders what this sounds like â is he being too flirtatious? Does he care? For once heâs really not overthinking. Their easiness is just that. He twiddles the pencil between his thumb and finger, lips pursing in thought.    â Boring though? Thatâs definitely a lie. Really â whatâs the craziest thing youâve done? Okay wait â whatâs the craziest thing youâve done in the last century?  I donât care what you did in the 1800s because youâll say that wearing pants on a Tuesday was crazy or some shit. âÂ
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                        Before the panic attack happened, Derek already knew it was going to. The second the door shut, he knew Isaac was going to freak out. The only problem was his house was built for wolves. Breaking down the door wasnât as easy as it would seem. Someone was going to have to let them out. He wasnât going to tell Isaac that though.
                        Holding his hands up, palms were facing Isaac. A sign to show the beta that he was no threat. Derek could easily use the influence in his alpha tone to calm him, but he wouldnât. He wouldnât even dare. That would only make things worse between him and Isaac in the end. Derek was trying to fix things. Making them better. He wasnât going to use his authority, unless he had no other option. Even then, he probably still wouldnât do it. Â
                        Emerald hues remained locked on the blazing yellows ones. Keeping his hands up, Derek slowly moved closer. â Isaac, itâs alright. Itâs going to open. â Not a lie, because eventually it would, so his heart beat didnât skip. Getting closer, one of his hands reached out. At all times, Derek made sure that Isaac could see what he was doing. â Listen to my heart beat. Iâm not lying, and you know it. â It was a risk, but Derek took it anyway. Slowly, but steady he reached for one of Isaacâs clawed hands. Bringing it up, the alpha pressed it against his own chest. Â
                        â Listen to my heart beat, Isaac. Just breathe with me. â He was repeating himself, but right now it was necessary.  His breathing was also calm and steady. He was hoping it was enough for Isaac to focus on and find his control again. At least until he could get them out of the closet.Â
There is no trace of his normal smirk, his confident grin, his sly charm â if not for the glowing eyes and claws, the panic that sets in is almost reminiscent of the helpless boy so many years ago before Derek had changed his life. Itâs just his mind spinning out, thinking if only this was Scott, if only this was someone else, forgetting that it had been Derek who had first taught him control. Isaac was just as much to blame for their strained relationship, though he was loath to admit it. His chest tightens, a feeling that without the wolf might just feel debilitating, but in combination with the animal inside, itâs suffocating. His head spins and he wants nothing more than to lash out, to let that wolf take over â maybe it would be easier that way, maybe it would make all of the tightness stop. Thereâs a small voice in the back of his mind telling him that heâs fine, but he canât hear it. Heart is racing as he stares across at the alpha, waiting for him to lash out, waiting for claws or teeth â but it doesnât come. Mouth hangs open as he tries to breathe, but his exhales only come out as small growls, sweating despite the chill creeping down his spine. He watches the other, trying desperately to keep his focus on him, fighting all instinct to either fight him or the door. Something in Derekâs tone, the calmness of it rather than the anger that Isaac had previously been expecting, keeps him still, panic still high but as though any motion from him is simply paused for the moment. â Derek â â   Jaw trembles in another growl, watching with wide eyes as the alpha does the last thing he expects and reaches for him. His own heart pounds even louder, breathing coming in short exhales, doing everything in his power to keep from lashing out. He flinches only slightly at the touch, but doesnât recoil, clawed hand shaking as Derek pulls it toward him. What is he doing?    â I c-canât â â    His hand trembles gently against Derekâs chest, but he tries to ignore his own mind, his own words, focusing instead on the alphaâs words. He canât yet put aside the tightness in his chest, but he can stare across at Derek and do what the other is asking, trying to focus only on his breathing, on his heart beating. Heâs not sure how long he stares frozen like that â it feels like an eternity of simply staring, ignoring the heat and his stomach flipping. His gaze is locked on Derek, and his own breathing canât yet match the alphaâs, but slowly, the claws retract against his chest. He swallows, just enough of a convincing factor for his brain to realize that his throat isnât as blocked up as it feels, enough for him to take one almost normal breath. Another eternity passes and the tension in his shoulders drops. He doesnât dare take his hand away, his golden-yellow gaze still fixed on the alpha, but he takes another slow inhale, trying to match it with Derekâs, exhaling the same way. â Sorry. â   His voice comes out a whisper, but he can feel as his own heart rate starts to slow again. As long as he keeps his gaze on Derek and nothing else, as long as he doesnât do anything differently, heâll be fine. The tightness in his throat doesnât keep him from breathing any longer, but the nausea creeping in keeps him from wanting to move.   â Can we get that â that door open? May-maybe now? â