isaac lahey.

With last drinks over and the bar wiped down, the late shift was finally over. Maia had sent Kev home hours earlier, promising him she'd lock and tidy up, giving him an early mark to actually have dinner with Veronica. It felt like the couple rarely saw each other outside of work, so she figured they deserved it. She'd really come to like them. As the few remaining patrons staggered out, Maia stacked up a few slabs of unopened beer and carried them to the cold room out the back, the last of her tasks for the night. She'd done it a million times before, but for some reason, this time she'd completely forgotten to wedge the door open. With a heavy thud that echoed right through her very core, it shut behind her, locking her in. "No," she muttered, shaking her head. She could get out of here, she was strong enough. "No, no," Maia turned after she'd dropped the beers, pulling on the handle. The metal bent in her hands and she nearly snapped it off clean, the panic only increasing her strength. And still, the sealed fridge door didn't open. "Please, oh my god. Please, no. Let me out! Get me out of here!" Within minutes she was frantic, banging on the metal, screaming, feeling her throat beginning to close up, her eyes flashing yellow. "HELP! Please, somebody help!"

With Scott at work, and James under Pansy's care for the night, Isaac had decided to invite Dean to The Alibi for a round of catch-up drinks. He'd only intended to stay for one or two, but the pair had gotten lost in beer and conversation, both of them having far too much to say. They'd chatted away until last call, only realising the time once the final bell had rang. Not that it mattered, he'd missed his friend.

Rose hummed along to the music as she waited for his decision, eyes slipping shut, not witnessing his thought process. But she stayed close by, hands hovering near his, not willing to let him leave without a fight. As guilty as she felt around him, it only made her want to keep him closer, as if that alone could assuage the intensity of it. “Yes! I win!” Enthusiastically, she threw her hands into the air, causing her to lose her balance. Thankfully, Isaac’s hand found hers in time. “Railed? Ugh,” she snorted, laughing at the choice of word. Fortunately, the alcohol had made it much easier for her to stomach the reality that Scott had a colourful sex life.

Isaac laughed then, wondering why she’d even doubted herself. He’d never denied Rose of anything, not when she’d asked, and he certainly wasn’t about to start now. Whatever had happened between them in the Capitol meant nothing to Isaac, he fully understood she wasn’t in control. The same way Stiles hadn’t been when Void had taken over and attacked him, the same way Scott hadn’t been when Thredson had forced him to confine Isaac in the freezer. Those decisions, those actions, came with complicated reasoning, conclusions to a horrific spiral of events. Though he allowed his friends to be sorry, Isaac couldn’t hold them accountable. He had no doubt it’d be his turn one day, that he’d be the one seeking forgiveness. When that day came, he knew they’d be there with open arms, understanding him as he had them. Being in a pack had taught him that, unwavering loyalty. 

“What!” Unhappy, Rose pushed against him in protest, causing herself to stumble. “You can’t go home. That’s exactly how you should be feeling! It means it’s working!”

“Hey, you — come dance with me!”

“I dunno’, Rose. These shots are making me kinda’ tired and horny, I might just go home.”

​❝ nothing tastes better than chocolate. ❞ simon x

Isaac sleeps with his head on scott's chest becuase: