Isaac Night: Escape into the Night
Fandom: Wednesday
CW: 1 set descriptor(reader is shorter than Isaac), child abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, cursing, threats, shitty fathers, gun violence, PTSD, anxiety attacks, police, discrimination, attempted sexual assault, outcast hate, sexual encounters(kissing), police brutality, profiling/racism???, bullying, randomly switches between 1st & 2nd POV
Outcasts only saw the cold, apathetic scientist hiding in his tower; Normies failing to look past the fact that he was an outcast... Yet one person dared to extend an olive branch, one which he quickly decided to snap in half:
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Your first meeting wasn't perfect, having walked into the Weathervane to order a latte only to be met with the scene of a devastatingly pretty man arguing with the barista.
"I just want a damn latte." The man scowled, seemingly at wits end.
"I told you, outcasts are served LAST." The barista snapped, both men looking like they were ready to jump over the counter.
With an sigh of irritation the man begrudgingly turned, sitting gracelessly into a booth, eyes glaring scathingly at the line as each got their order taken.
You'd been watching him, observing, eyes tracing the curvature of his jaw, the beautiful wildness of his curly hair, fuck he was beautiful.
His own gaze met yours, a moment of confusion before his eyes turned disdainful, quickly looking away to glare out the window, rain just beginning to fall.
You frown, but take into account the situation: he's an outcast being discriminated against, and you're a normie about to order a coffee he should've gotten already.
"Hello miss, how can I help you?" The man questioned, eyes flicking over you before immediately returning his attention to meet your gaze once more. You'd done the same to him, but had a hard time finding him attractive when he acts like an ass towards someone else just because they're different.
"Hello, uhm, can I have two large lattes, one with a pump of vanilla, please?" You state, heart rate accelerating, wondering if he'll catch on as to who the other latte is for.
"Of course, those'll be right out for you." He replies, smiling a bit too enthusiastically to solely be polite. You recognize him vaguely, a boy who's attending Jericho high same as you.
Standing off to the side, waiting for your drinks whilst hoping the mysterious boy won't get fed up and leave after seeing how much longer the line has gotten. Luckily, he seems to be in a pissed off acceptance, fingers tapping along the table as he glares at each new normie joining the line, only now realizing that they glare at him on sight.
You hear your name called out, head turning in confusion as you'd not given you'd not given it upon ordering, nor was that something the Weathervane has ever done.
"I have those drinks for you." He smiled widely, his hands grazing yours while handing them over, thanking him before sharply turning away, trying to stave off the anxiety that willed your hands to shake.
You don't do well with physical contact, least of all when they didn't ask, reaction even if it's from a man you don't know.
Shaking it off before approaching the boy with the wild hair, perhaps you can make a new friend today? Or at least an acquaintance.
His eyes are downturned, not noticing your approach, too caught up in his head to even hear you sitting until you slide the drink into his line of sight. His head snapping up to you, eyebrows raised in confusion before turning to disbelief, it was clear he wasn't expecting you to be sat in front of him.
You can feel the stares, a cop's daughter sitting with an outcast, ordering them a coffee; you were sure to get it bad when word got back to your father. Your smile faltering momentarily, forcing those thoughts away swiftly.
Introducing yourself went nowhere, his silent stare being the only response given as he made no move to touch the drink.
"I-I wasn't sure if that's what you wanted, but I think you said you wanted a latte..." Voice hesitantly trailing off, confidence waning the longer his impassivity lasted, perhaps you should've just left him alone.
"Is this some game?" He questioned, catching you off guard, attempting to not choke on your drink at his accusatory tone. That familiar shake in your hand as you try to set your drink down.
"Game? I-" Confused words quickly cut off.
"What, is that asshole in on it? He's mean so you can come in and be nice, win me over so that you can humiliate me?" He growls, your breathing becoming stuttered, having to lower your hands under the table so no one could see how close you were to falling apart.
"Why would you think that?" You whisper, eyes avoiding his intimidating glower, tears burning against your eyelids.
Shoving up from his seat he leans threateningly over the table, looking like he was going to continue before stopping at your reflexive recoil. Seemingly caught off guard, puzzled eyes darting over you before he pushes off the table, storming out of the café.
The Weathervane is silent save for the sound of the espresso machine, you are ashamed and beyond embarrassed, berating yourself, knowing you should've never thought he would want anything to do with you... The heavy stares of judgement weighing down over your soul, wanting to leave but not willing to run into that boy again, another verbal lashing from him and you were certain you'd break.
You waited several painful minutes before picking up your drink and the untouched latte, walking outside to throw them both away, appetite having been lost as nausea took over.
You stayed out late in the rain, unwilling to go home and too cowardly to head back into the café for shelter.
The next time he saw you was a week later, having gone back to Jericho once again as a third wheel to Morticia and Gomez. Trying to stick with them, but eventually wished to leave when their affection made him want to throw up.
"Okay you guys are making me sick." Isaac grumbled as they walked through pilgrim world.
"Isaac, my friend, we need to find you somebody!" Gomez exclaims, barely pulling away from Tish.
"Yeah no." He quickly replied, eyes rolling in disapproval.
"What about that girl from the Weathervane you spoke of?" Morticia offers, smiling coyly at the glare Isaac threw at Gomez.
"Why would she even be an option? She's a normie brat." Isaac scowls, turning away, feeling offended that Morticia would even make such a preposterous recommendation.
"Brat? The way you described her, she didn't sound so bad." Gomez remarks with a smirk, going over the rant Isaac had gone on as soon as he'd returned from the Weathervane without the drink he'd wanted.
"I seem to remember you said she bought you your drink and sat at the booth with you." Morticia added, giving him a cheeky grin.
"She only did that so I would lower my guard. Why are you even talking about her, she shouldn't even be included since she's a normie!" Isaac hissed, appalled that the two were really considering this.
"Isaac, you need to stop talking like that, you're starting to sound like how the normies talk about us." Gomez chides, attention now fully on the conversation.
"All we're saying, Isaac, is that you might've… misjudged her?" Morticia offers, but she can see that they are only vexing Isaac further.
"I've had enough, if you guys want to be best friends with the people that used to kill us, be my guests." Hissing indignantly, turning towards the exit as he walks off.
"My friend, where are you going?" Gomez calls out, concerned at how the conversation ended.
"On a walk, don't wait up for me." Is the only response he offers, the two sharing an uneasy glance before hesitantly continuing through the park.
Walking away all fired up is usually a recipe for disaster when it comes to Isaac, that being the main reason he tried so hard to remain distanced from everyone. He was certain that if he saw you, the anger would just flow - but the sharp memory of how your hands shook, how you flinched away, they caused his anger to dim.
Starting to truly analyze your interaction he realized you weren't awful, you had actually done nothing wrong; but he was mad at the world, anyone interacting with him in that moment was sure to earn his ire. That - regrettably - ended up being you, the only person that day who offered him kindness instead of prejudice... and he decided an appropriate response would be to publicly embarrass you.
Perhaps he should apologize? Knowing normies though, he doubted anything could smooth this over. Maybe buying you a coffee would be a good start? STOP, why are you thinking this at all, she doesn't deserve your time.
His thoughts had consumed him, barely realizing he'd walked all the way back to the town; only being dragged from his planning by the sound of taunting that was usually aimed at him.
"Really, she's the outcast lover?" Came a disbelieving tone, followed quickly by the aggravating one he remembers to be the barista from last week.
"Yeah, bought the freak a drink, sat with him too." He hissed.
"But even he wanted nothing to do with her." The barista laughed, Isaac's chest felt heavy, shame clawing through him at their words. His gaze searching the group, noticing you several paces away from the main road, standing alone against the group of three.
He didn't like the odds, but was conflicted. On one hand he felt that he shouldn't care if some normies wanted to beat up another normie; on the other hand, you had been kind - sweet even, and they wanted to harm you for something so small as buying him a coffee?
Mind made up he refocuses, noticing the sidewalk you and the group had been on is now empty, heart rate spiking as he speed walks over, quickly moving to a frantic jog/run when he can't find you. Looking along the road he forgets to look into the darkening alleyways, at least, until he hears a pained cry.
Halting swiftly, quietly peeking around the corner into the alley he'd heard the noise from.
With the sun already low, only a dim ambient lighting fills the space, the attackers are visible, leaving you shrouded in a mix of light and shadow. Your body recoiling away, hands covering your face, seemingly having been hit.
He's frozen, uncertain what to do, the tick of his heart shifting speed erratically as the adrenaline floods his system.
It's only as the male from the Weathervane has you shoved between his body and the wall that Isaac moves, actions instinctive as he raises his hand.
"Enough." Isaac states, tone unforgiving as he throws the man off you and against the adjacent wall, allowing him to clumsily fall into a heap. The other two normies stare in shock, looking to one another before charging at Isaac.
He sighs, trying to come off as only being mildly hindered by their existence, but that all fades away when he notices your trembling.
He deals with them swiftly, forcing them into the same wall as their friend before shoving them against the floor. He could hear their gasps for breath as they grabbed their friend and dragged him past Isaac and out of the alley.
Hesitant to approach, but unable to stand the thought of leaving you alone in this state.
Slow steps bring him closer, trying to make it known that you can tell him to fuck off and he will, but you make no such move, allowing his approach.
"Are you...okay?" He mumbles, still a few feet away from you, illuminated by the rising moon while you remain in the darkness.
Only managing a shaky 'yes,' but he has his doubts. Hands carefully reaching for yours, gentle when they withdraw quickly before allowing the contact, attempting to soothe their harsh tremors. He walks back, a steady pressure being used to pull you with him and away from the wall you'd been unceremoniously shoved against. You allow his movements, dissociating to the point you don't even truly understand that the violence is over.
You come back a bit when you hear the sharp intake of his breath, finally really looking at who had stopped what was sure to be an awful situation, cheek still throbbing from the single hit you'd received.
Isaac's eyes scan over the visible skin, lip having been split and reopened by the apparent smack, a faint blue discoloration around your right eye - possibly from earlier this week but after he'd seen you. The worst was your neck, the bruising almost melted into the shadows, but he could see the indents of fingertips, could hear your strain to breathe.
"I know you..." You whisper haphazardly, eyes still glazed over despite your attempts to be present. His disbelieving smile helps a bit, the warmth a shock to your system.
"Yeah, you know me." He replies softly, moving closer subconsciously, your body shuffling closer as the cold breeze sends a chill up your spine.
That smile didn't last though, two cop cars pulling up to the alleyway, lights flashing as they screeched to a halt and their doors shoved open.
This forced you all the way back to reality, the usual dread you felt for yourself now turned into worry over the boy's well-being. Pulling from his grasp you stepped quickly in front of him, forming a barrier should their guns be drawn.
Their guns were, in fact, drawn.
"Hands up, Outcast!" Yells a voice that makes you cringe, your father. Isaac is confused, but moves to walk forward when you shove him behind you with a surprising strength.
"What are you-?" He starts, surprised by your actions.
"Trust me, this is not a safe situation for you, they will take any chance they have, even if it's wrong." You mutter, ensuring your body is completely blocking Isaac's, ignoring the fact he is about a foot taller than you.
"Dad?"
"Darling, come here. Is he making you stand there?" Your father's voice sends a disgusted jolt to your gut.
"He's not making me do anything. We'll both walk out when you lower your guns." You state firmly, though Isaac can hear how frightened you are. The lilt of your tone denoting your discomfort, specifically when addressing your father.
"Miss, we got word that a male outcast had hit you and attacked three boys that tried to protect you." Came the steady tone of my father's partner, Wayne. Wayne was nice, calm... safe.
"Wayne? They're lying, those three boys cornered me, attacked me, this one saved me!" I state vehemently, Wayne lowering his weapon at my words, but I can see my father's grip tighten before lowering his too.
I was hoping that'd be the end of it, but then my father starts marching forward, rifle pointed to the ground but still in his hands.
Stumbling back into the boy who's name I still don't know.
"Easy, are you okay?" He whispers, hand resting against my back as I trip over my feet, his question sending a strike of fear through me as I know this situation could end bad for both of us.
"Don't make sudden movements, keep your hands visible. Don't give him a reason." Is all I can manage to hastily whisper back, turning to look into his dark eyes, pleading for him silently to follow my directions.
I'm suddenly jerked forward, the comforting presence of him removed as my father's fist crushed my bicep, his other hand holding the rifle aside.
"Dad, I-"
"What you've already said, in front of my partner no less, is enough for you to have a bad night. Will you change your statement, or do I have to make you." He growls, his back blocking the altercation from the view of other officers, posture hostile as he leans closer, my own face turned away in a wince.
"He saved me. This man protected me from three assailants!" I yell out, ensuring Wayne and the backup unit heard my voice, all weapons dropping at my words.
The pressure of my father's hold in unbearable, whimpering quietly, hoping the boy can't hear, but I know he must've when he takes a step closer.
My father's eyes shoot up, his anger seeming to make the boy freeze.
"For being your 'savior,' he freezes like a deer in headlights. I'll deal with you at home." My father mutters, a guttural growl barely audible save for me. I nod, the tears freely streaming down my face as he releases me with a harsh shove.
"All good, false alarm boys!" My father calls, everyone loading back into their vehicles. My father and Wayne exchange words before Wayne hops in the car, my father taking a few seconds to glare at us in the alley before joining Wayne and speeding off.
Only after they're gone does the boy rush forward, hands barely touching my arm when I wince, backing away.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine, I must've hurt it earlier." A shitty excuse, but all I can currently muster.
"I-I need to leave..." A rushed sentence as I quickly walk out of that alley, hoping he'll realize it's better to stay away from me, especially since he's now on my father's radar.
"Hey wait! Let me walk you home?" He questions, rushing to catch up with me. I almost laugh in shock at his question, after everything that just happened he still wants to be near me?
"You're crazy." I mutter, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Maybe, but that doesn't answer my question." He remarks, that warm smile appearing once more
"You do realize that you could've died tonight. That by helping me, you put yourself at risk." I state, coming to a sudden stop to face him. I want to ensure he knows exactly what being around me means. I'd wanted him as my friend, but I don't want that if it means he might die because of it.
"Yeah, I do." He replies, tone shifting from playful to serious.
I can't respond, at a loss for words and mentally exhausted. I simply continue my walk - at a much slower pace, no longer feeling the need to rush. He joins my side, letting the silence rest in the night air.
"Y'know, I never got your name?" I voice, looking away from the starry sky to his face, finding him already looking at me. I hope the subtle blush is hidden by the darkness, I don't want to come off as rude.
"Isaac." A simple, short response. Head tilting to watch as I slowly repeat it to myself.
That was the start of it all, or at least, that's what Morticia and Gomez said when he returned to the dorm late with quite the story to tell. Of course they immediately told him to forget about you after such a near death situation, but now - contradictory to earlier - it seems no matter what they said, he was not letting you go.
After that night, you two became steady friends, he'd always find an excuse to be in town, even if it wasn't allowed.
"Isaac? What are you doing here?" You'd exclaimed one afternoon, he'd hidden by a pillar, appearing as you walked to your next class.
"Come on, I'm bored and you're doing nothing, let's go have fun!" He smirked, motioning for you to follow him.
"Doing nothi-? Hey slow down!" You call, rushing after him to see the tear in the fence he'd snuck through, one which he quickly sealed with his telekinesis after you'd exited.
"You're going to get me in so much trouble." You state, anxiously - not worried about the school's punishment, but your father's. The smirk he offers before grabbing your hand to drag you off is the perfect distraction, helping you forget what'll be awaiting you when you arrive home at a late hour.
During a few of these escapes he'd take you into Nevermore, whether that be going into Iago tower or sneaking you into his dorm. That's where you first met Morticia and Gomez, both of which seemed equally shocked to see you being pushed through the door with Isaac's coat shielding you from prying eyes.
"Isaac, hermano, is this the girl you-" Isaac quickly tackles him, not wanting him to finish that sentence, but Morticia quickly jumps in.
"Were an ass to in public after she bought you coffee?" His glare was lethal, but Morticia could only smirk smugly while Gomez shoved Isaac off playfully.
Averting your eyes, embarrassed that they knew about that dreadful moment. Sure, Isaac had apologized very early on into your friendship, but it still stung remembering how he treated you...
"Enough." Isaac growled at the two, their amusement dimming after noticing the effect their words had on you, how you seemed like you wanted to disappear. Isaac immediately approaching, hand reaching out to trace your arm lightly, whispering comforts the two couldn't hear - but they knew it was effective when a gentle smile graced your features.
They realized rather quickly that you were shy, it took a while for you to warm up to Gomez, something which apparently was shocking since everyone usually gets along great with him.
"Drop it you two, not everyone is going to immediately be your best friend." Isaac muttered, having to once again ward off the two extroverts from overwhelming you.
"Yeah, but why not?" Gomez groans, wondering what he's done to seem so unapproachable.
"You don't need to know everything!" Isaac exclaims, starting to get annoyed at how his roommate was acting.
"Isaac, why don't we go on a walk?" You question, trying to avoid any confrontation occurring, already feeling distressed by his irritation. He can hear the pleading in your tone, taking a breath to calm himself before facing you.
"A walk sounds perfect." Offering you a soft grin, having completely forgotten about Gomez's existence as soon as your eyes met his. His hand resting lightly on your back as he leads you out of Caliban hall and to the woods surrounding Nevermore.
It was after 3 months after getting to know you that he realized he desired more, to be closer with you, to caress your face and pull you into him. Perverse thoughts that he tried to force away out of fear his affections were not returned.
"Isaac, she's been skipping school for you, giving you drawings, and has even taken an interest in your overtly scientific hobbies that no one even tries to understand; and you still think she doesn't love you?" Gomez states incredulously, eyebrow raised as Isaac continues to pace their room.
"What if she's just being a really good friend?"
"Isaac, the first time she met you, she bought you your favorite coffee that she vaguely heard you mention, approached you willingly, and tried to start a conversation despite the fact you were being a dick. She had a crush on you from the beginning!" Gomez nearly yells, hoping to get it through Isaac's thick skull.
"But-"
"Okay enough! She's coming to the bonfire tonight, right?" Gomez questions. Isaac nods, having finally halted his movements.
"Good, then make your move tonight. Is she walking here?"
"Yes."
"Alright, then meet her halfway, or be waiting for her outside so she doesn't have to walk alone. Then wait until you arrive at the bonfire to make a move - don't want to do anything on the walk over, could make her scared." Gomez explains.
"Scared?" Isaac questions, confused by his words.
"Isaac, you're a 6ft man with telekinetic abilities and she's a normie who barely reaches your shoulders. Add on to that the fact she hasn't even known you for half a year? And on top of all that, you are a man." Gomez replies, his words holding a certainty that leaves Isaac wondering.
He never thought about any of those facts, least of all how being a normie surrounded by outcasts would feel - something which is rather ironic since you being a normie was all he cared about during your first meeting.
"Oh... Do you think she's scared of me?" He asks hesitantly, worried he might've made you uncomfortable unknowingly.
"Unlikely, especially not seeing as she's been making some surprise visits to Iago and the dorm. Just, act how you have been, don't put on a facade of suaveness because that is what's going to weird her out." Gomez responds, smirking at the look of thought on Isaac's expression.
"Stop thinking of it like an equation, that's just setting yourself up to fail." Gomez remarks subconsciously as he finishes combing his hair to perfection.
He did as Gomez recommended, arriving at your home as the last flecks of light skimmed across the sky. Staying out of view, knowing your father would skin him alive if given the chance.
He's pulled from his thoughts by yelling, spotting your father advancing quickly towards you, yourself stumbling back.
The windows to your home were cracked, allowing your father's words to emanate through the crisp air.
"You're going where?" He hissed, leaning down into your face.
"To meet some friends!" You exclaim, before stiffening, your tone being far too assertive for this conversation to have any possibility of deescalation. He shoves you back, your arms splaying out to catch you, but you still hit the wall with a thud.
Isaac is stuck in place, much as he was during that night in the alleyway after your father had made his intimidating appearance... A man with a fiery temper, quick to physical violence, an imposing presence, and most of all, authority and power.
He was frozen because that's how his father was, any wrong move and he was either bedridden or worse. His sister thought he was always in the hospital for his heart, but that only happened later on, many of his earlier hospitalizations were due to the sheer brutality of his father.
It was quickly learned that fighting back made it worse, running was viable only if you could unlock the door fast enough. Worst comes to worst, don't let the metal of the belt hit your face, it would leave a welt like no other and the sting from each hit was... indelible.
He waited until you'd stumbled out of your home, noting how you desperately tried to hold back tears, one arm wrapped protectively against your abdomen. He didn't want you to feel embarrassed so he made some noise, acting like he was just arriving.
You'd straightened up, forcing the tears down, but he could still notice them as well as the tremble of your lips when you whispered his name.
Acting like nothing was wrong the whole walk over, making small talk, laughing though it was strained, even talking about the novel you'd been writing.
Arriving at the bonfire was a blessing and a curse, the warmth of the fire and crowd of people was comforting, but it was also uncomfortable being around so many strangers instead of just the gentle quiet of Isaac's presence.
You tried to ease up, wandering a bit, making small talk with Gomez and Morticia when they weren't making out. You did end up solely being around Isaac, which was never a bad thing, but it did seem to garner some stares. Isaac noticed the stares, he'd expected them, especially since he's apparently the resident 'mad scientist' accompanying a normie to the bonfire.
"Come on, let's go somewhere quiet." He whispered, hoping to calm the trepidation that shook you with each breath. You nodded, quickly standing, reaching out to hold his sleeve, anxious of being lost on the crowd.
He doesn't take you too far, the light of the fire still reaches you, but the voices are dimmer, barely anyone being out that far unless they were with their partner.
Isaac had scoped out this spot earlier, already having a soft blanket prepared with some snacks. You sat beside one another, closer than you realized in an attempt to stay warm since the heat of the flames were distant.
"Was this your plan, Night? To drag me into the woods all alone?" You teased, having calmed down since leaving the crowd.
"And if it was?" Isaac questions, smirking at the way you smile and turn away, a failed attempt to hide your reaction.
His smirk softens, eyes darting from the skin of your neck to the curve of your clavicles before trailing down your arms. He doesn't even realize he's reaching out, the graze of his fingers up your arm sending shivers along your skin that leaves you gasping.
You'd been thinking of him kissing you since you'd first seen him, and to have him so close now, seeking out contact... Your hand raising tentatively to his face, lightly tracing from his cheek down his neck, blushing once more when you feel him lean into your touch.
"Isaac..." A plea for him, one he swiftly answers. He wanted your first kiss to be gentle, and it was - for all of five seconds. He had been in control until he felt the lilt in your breath paired with the light drag of your nails down his throat.
Taking control, hands raising to cup your jaw, angling your face to deepen the kiss, using your breathy whimpers as signs of your pleasure.
Pushing forward, slowly leaning you back until you were caged underneath him, one knee pushing between your legs as the kiss broke off. His lips trailing along your jaw before settling at your neck, determined to hear you sing for him.
One arm stays to brace his weight, the other hand heavily tracing down your chest, feeling the way you arch into him. Your own arms raising to his chest playing with the buttons of his blouse before your pleasured sounds are cut short by a sharp gasp of pain as he grazes your midriff.
He notices immediately, pulling away to ensure you're alright, noting the way your arms slip to guard your abdomen while sitting up as it had done earlier that day. Carefully shifting to kneel beside you, offering support before slowly helping you lay back down.
"Are you alright?" He whispers, tone deep despite its lightness, his fingers running softly along the length of your arm in an attempt to soothe you.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin-"
"Stop. I only care if you're okay, you didn't ruin anything." He states firmly, awaiting your nod of confirmation before laying down beside you.
Giving you space at first before quickly pulling you into his side, unable to ignore the shivers wracking your body from the chilled air. You snuggle into him, sharing gentle affections throughout the night until eventually falling into a peaceful sleep.
"Fuck." Isaac mutters, having realized that the sun is beginning to rise. He wasn't worried for himself though, no, he was worried for you. If your father reacted so badly to a 'meeting with friends,' then he could only imagine the punishment for staying out all night.
"Isaac?" You mumble, moving to cuddle against his chest, not appreciating the crisp morning air.
"Wake up darling, I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news, but it's the morning." He tries to be lighthearted, but the panic is evident in his tone.
"Morning… morning? Morning!" You gasp, immediately standing up, dizziness dragging you back down. Isaac quickly lowers you into his arms, concern growing at your sudden reaction.
"I might also have done something that'll make it worse." He admits, a sheepish grin on his face, guilt evident - though it is mixed with a bit of satisfaction. You can only groan at this point, head lolling forward in acceptance of your fate.
He sneaks you into his dorm, the two of you ignoring the passed out forms of Morticia and Gomez. Heading straight to the restroom, he scratches at his neck bashfully while motioning for you to look into the mirror.
Your first thought is that you need to fix your hair, something which you do begin with, allowing your eyes to wander your reflection before landing on your neck.
His devotion to your neck hadn't felt so... scandalous, last night; but it's clear you were both distracted by the throes of pleasure.
"He's gonna kill me." Is all you manage to choke out, quickly tamping down the fear as you turn to Isaac.
"Okay, maybe he went to bed early last night? I can play this off as me getting up a little early for school." You explain, though it sounds like you're trying to reassure yourself. Weakly smiling as Isaac approaches behind you, draping his arms over you, resting his head on your shoulder.
"And these?" He murmurs, thumb smoothing over the bruised skin as he remembers the sounds they brought from you.
"Make up? I'll have to beg some friends at school, and they'll never let me live it down; but at least it'll be covered." You mutter, hiding your eyes in your palm at the absurdity of a situation you never thought you'd experience.
Your friends never did let you live down that morning, all theorizing as to which boy at school left you wearing a scarf for a week.
You were scared to tell them the truth, that a boy from Nevermore had stolen you away every chance he got.
The next time Isaac saw you, that smug grin of his never disappeared, becoming smugger when he caught a glimpse under your scarf.
The bruising didn't fade completely for 2 weeks, you would've loved them more had your father not seen them...
Isaac wasn't about to let that night slip away, never shying away from pulling you into a parting kiss should you have to say goodbye.
He prided himself on self-control, something you found hilarious since every moment you were shrouded from prying eyes was spent in a heated kiss. Most of those sessions occurring in Iago tower, you'd prefer his room, but Gomez and Morticia were sure to be obnoxious should they catch you.
He made sure you understood none of this was done without promise, being very upfront with his wants.
"You mean more to me than a passing fancy, I want to wake up and think of you, to see you everyday. I want to be able to say you're mine, to have the right to chase off anyone thinking they have a chance with you."
"If that's your way of asking to be my boyfriend then I accept."
He gave you that speech during one of the many times where he'd shown up at your school.
You two were both distracted, unaware that you'd gained a little audience, one which became rowdy at the sight of you two kissing.
News spread fast of you and this mystery boy, many wondering who he was. Most assuming he was from the town over since he clearly didn't attend your school. You gave no hints, keeping Isaac all to yourself for as long as possible.
He invites you to the Rav'N dance, leaving for only a moment to get you a drink.
You gasp in shock, a frigid liquid having been dumped over your head, gleaming red as it coats your skin and dress. Isaac heard your cry, turning to see you rushing outside, followed closely by some other students.
He abandons the drinks and runs after you, hearing their mocking jabs and condescending remarks.
He goes to yell at them, but then he finally sees you, tears streaming down your eyes as you try to maintain your composure. You're coated in some sort of red liquid, visibly shivering out in the chilly weather.
He loses it, the group's mocking turns into confused shouting as to what's happening. They are all frozen, unable to move as Isaac walks out, hands contorting painfully at the exertion of holding a group of five.
He walks to your side, reaching out for your hand, leaning down close before asking if your alright. His voice is softer than any of the students had heard from him, quickly realizing just how badly they misstepped.
The ring leader starts shouting that this was all a misunderstanding, his friends staying silent in fear of Isaac's wrath.
Isaac turns around, gaze colder than they've ever seen.
Isaac has never been this way around you, sure he was a little aggressive the first time you'd met, but he'd rather quickly dissolved into the sweet gentleman you'd fallen in love with after that rocky start.
The ring leader starts gasping, reaching for his throat as the others are released from their hold, dancing frantically around their friend, afraid that with one wrong step Isaac will kill him.
Reaching out, tentatively grabbing the fabric of his sleeve, his eyes snapping from the group to you. The intensity of his gaze was frightening to many, but not to you. Staring at one another for a moment, his harshness against your sincerity. His eyes slowly soften, their cruelty fading away, leaving only his concern behind.
He slowly lowers his hand, not sparing a glance at the group as they rush to their gasping compatriot.
Removing his coat, wrapping it around your shoulders; holding you close as he guides you away from the dance.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone." Issac whispers, delicately kissing your temple.
He leads you to his dorm, knowing Gomez will be at the dance with Morticia. Stopping at the restroom, showing you to the shower.
You laugh softly, glad to see he is using the fancy shampoo and conditioner you bought him. You want to hug him close, kiss his cheek in gratitude; but you hold off, not wanting to dirty his clothes anymore than you already have.
The only clothes he has spare are his own, all of which are too big, but at least you'll be warm.
When you exit the shower, towel wrapped around you; Isaac standing there bashfully, holding the clothes neatly folded in his arms, respectfully averting his eyes away after noticing you'd seen him. Walking forward, pushing the clothes onto the counter, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion before his attention is drawn back to you.
Your hands caressing the sides of his face, drawing him down to meet in a gentle kiss. His hands pulling you closer as the kiss lengthens, only separating to breathe. Foreheads touch as you stay in that position, holding one another and existing in your own peace.
He leaves so you can dress, having stated beforehand that he tried to give you the comfiest clothes. The comfiest clothes being a pair of black dress pants, a black cotton shirt he uses as sleepwear, and one of his gray long coats to keep you warm against the autumn chill.
After finally exiting the restroom, you barely have time to register the emotion in his eyes before he pulls you in for another kiss. Desire was not something Isaac shows heavily in public settings, but in the comforts of his room, with you dressed in his clothes, who is he to deny these feelings?
He escorts you home, pausing in the center of Jericho where the fountain creates a peaceful ambience.
"You know, we never did get to dance." He states, you turn to him, noting that mischievous glint he wears so well.
"No, I suppose we didn't." You remark.
Holding out his hand, offering a gentle smile as you delicately take it. Pulling you closer, stepping smoothly into a dance, drawing you in more and more until you are chest to chest by the end. Your head tucked against his neck, reveling in his warmth, only separating after realizing how late it is, the time being well past midnight.
Your father is still up when you finally get home, you both had been hoping he'd be asleep by now. He takes one look at your wet hair and change of clothes, standing stiffly before approaching at a speed that could only be seen as confrontational.
Isaac making no move to defend himself, despite you both knowing that with one move your father would be incapacitated. Your father gripping him by his collar, yanking him up to the point Isaac's standing on his toes to maintain his balance.
Despite being able to win this fight, Isaac must admit that he's still a bit intimidated, especially since your father is about 5 inches taller than him.
"Want to tell me why she's wearing your clothes?" He seethes.
Isaac remains silent, knowing that you were humiliated by what happened and probably didn't want your father bringing it up at every family gathering. You step forward when it looks like he's about to swing, pushing in-between the two so he finally releases your boyfriend.
"Dad, stop, I... Something happened at the dance..." You mumble, eyes drifting as the embarrassment comes racing back, swiftly avoiding any eye contact with either of the men.
"Just go!" You exclaim, desperate to avoid anything worse happening tonight.
Isaac is stunned at your tone, especially since you've never shouted at him before. His eyes flit over you in confusion, wanting to make sure he's not missing anything.
Just as he's about to turn and leave he notices the subtle wince you so desperately try to hide, the way your father tightly holds one of your wrists. You know he's noticed, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your arm, trying to shake your head in a way that is imperceptible to your father.
Isaac, in the end, respects your wishes, reaching for the door despite how every nerve in his body demands he act. He understands the shame you're experiencing, it's how he so often feels when his own father hurts him; you feel like you caused it, that you are the reason they bruise your skin, how you must've done something to warrant the blood dripping from your face.
He's outside, the door still in the process of shutting when he hears a muffled cry of pain followed by a string of apologies.
He wants to do as you ask, to respect that you don't want him to be part of this; but there's only so much a man can listen to without turning to rage. The sound of a smack is all it takes to set him off, slamming the door open, eyes holding nothing but promise.
Isaac overcomes his fear of your father when realizing how he's holding your wrists in a crushing grip, one which you are desperately trying to escape. Your cheek is red, aching from the hit and irritated by the subsequent tears that followed.
Holding your father still, allowing you to escape his grasp. The sudden release of pressure has you stumbling back, balance quickly being lost, only remaining upright by the arm that quickly encircles your waist and pulls you close.
You can feel the labor of his breaths, chest rising against your back as he holds you tightly. You stay silent, trying to understand everything that's going on while attempting to ignore the potential consequences these actions will bring.
"You should wait outside." His voice is soft against your ear, but he leaves no room for argument. You should be worried - your father really stands no chance should Isaac decide he's had enough, but you can't find it within yourself to care about that excuse of a parent anymore.
"Okay." Whispered timidly, your own hands raising to rest against the arm encircling your waist. He's tense despite the calm facade he wears for you, seemingly forgetting he has to release his hold before you can leave timid
It's at the caress of your fingers along his arm that he finally loosens up, the pressure lessening until you slowly slip from his grasp.
You step away, focus flitting from your father to Isaac's raised hand forcing him still, his stable gaze remaining locked on you, analyzing your reactions, ensuring you aren't scared of him - of what he might do
"...Will you be alright?" Words trembling as you quickly shift further from your father. Isaac wants to huff in amusement, but now is not the time, what you need is reassurance.
"I'll be fine... Don't wait here, go to the fountain." He replies, not ordering, but stern, tilting his head in a way is requesting you not argue. You were never one to question Isaac when he became serious, it usually only happened in his lab, but it was always done to ensure your safety.
Nodding before shakily stepping around him, trying to escape your home without running. Isaac looks after you until your steps have faded far from this house.
"I should've known you'd be too afraid to fight like a man." Your father hisses venomously, angry beyond belief at the fact he is currently held incapacitated by a 16 year old boy.
"Oh I'm not afraid." Isaac remarks, rolling up his sleeves while stepping closer, abilities releasing their hold over your father, watching as he stands to his full height,
"Oh really-" Your father attempts to taunt, being swiftly cut off by the punch landing solidly against his jaw.
Isaac backs up slightly as your father tumbles to the floor, watching as he slowly pushes off the floor.
"Really." Isaac hisses, letting the man stumble to his feet, balance seemingly a struggle.
"I could have the sheriff arrest you." Your father growls, holding his hands up lazily as though ready to strike.
"I'm shaking in fear, what next? Are you going to call my parents?" Isaac snarks, rolling his eyes at the threat.
"You say that like you're not scared, but you're not as slick as you think." Your father snarls, the two men beginning to slowly circle each other, eyes predatorily observing their opponent.
"What the hell does that mean?" Isaac sneers back, easily dodging the sluggish punch he threw. Your father stops the pacing, leaning against the furniture with an ease that is too friendly for such a tense situation. Isaac doesn't know how to react, being left standing across from him, attempting to not look awkward and ailing miserably.
"You wear the mask well, but I see you." Solemnly spoken, but Isaac knows better than to look at your father at face value.
"My question still stands." Isaac states, eyes weary, scaling him in an attempt to understand the sudden shift in behavior.
"You are just like her, y'know?" He smirks, wiping at his nose, clearing some of the blood that appeared from Isaac's first punch.
"You think no one can see just how terrified you are, that the suspicious bruises on your neck don't look like they were caused by someone strangling you? How you flinch away from every male authority you've ever interacted with? I. See. You."
A chilling dread washes down his spine, suddenly feeling like all the power in his body was imagined... that he was once again that frail boy curled in a corner while his father removed his belt.
Isaac's confidence recedes, feeling vulnerable at knowing your father could so easily see through his facade, that he knew his father hurt him just as bad as he hurt you. Leaving himself open to an attack, and your father was always one to take an advantage when offered.
His hand quickly raises, constricting around Isaac's throat as he shoves him harshly back until he's pressed roughly to the wall. Hands reaching instinctively for the pressure crushing his trachea, eyes wide as his breaths turn frantic.
"You sent my daughter to wait for you? Oh, I can't wait to see the panic in her eyes when she sees it's not you walking closer." His words were meant to send Isaac spiraling further, but they function as the sharp knife necessary to cut through the thick haze of his mind.
The image his words conjure forces his rage back to the surface, thoughts of you - the girl who had selflessly chosen to be his friend despite the ostracization you knew you would endure; the girl who never once spoke cruelly of anyone; the girl who looked at his metal heart and listened to his harsh words, yet still decided he was someone worth loving... He would never let anything happen to you again.
He takes a deep breath, forcing his body to calm. Looking into his mind at the little boy he once was, at the fear his father had instilled in him to this day; a dread he would never let control him again.
Releasing his grasp on your father, he raises his right hand, allowing the strength of his ability to overwhelm him.
"Falling back on your cursed abilities, I knew you wouldn't be able to fight like a man!" You father yells, glaring as his arms weakly push himself up enough that his torso is off the ground.
"I'm fighting like a man, just not a man like you."
"You think she's safe just because she has you? You can't be with her every second of every day, and we both know she has to return home someday or risk the cops having to track her down."
Isaac's steps halted at his words, he knew that this fight wasn't going to solve all her issues, but he'd at least hoped your father would lay off; perhaps that was a naive hope he'd been holding on to.
"Just remember this day the next time you see her, when those bruises form on her skin, when her skin is pale from how much she's been bleeding." He hisses, a cruel promise meant to drive him into an overwhelming guilt. However, Isaac is done with these petty cruelties from men meant to protect them.
The house shakes, his ability overwhelming, needing an outlet and choosing whatever is near in his environment. Your father pauses the scornful threats, eyes widening in badly hidden fear as he watches paintings fall and windows shatter. Isaac's fists are blanched, jaw tightening as he takes in the cruelty your father had so stupidly continued to spew.
"If you ever touch her again, I will not stop until there is so little of you left that any passerby will think you were roadkill the birds had been picking at."
You'd sat by the fountain, eyes closed as you attempted to let the sounds drown out your thoughts. One hand drifting through the water, desperately grasping at anything to keep you present, to keep you calm.
"Lost in your thoughts again?" The voice you needed to hear, a calm in your mind as your rigid shoulders finally softened.
"Isaac..." You murmured, the sight of him causing the air in your lungs to disappear. The irritation on his neck and face left obvious hints of where future bruises will develop, hair messy and tangled, clothes ruffled despite clear attempts to smooth them.
Holding out your arm, a request for him to come closer, to let you know he's here, that he made it out of that house alive.
He acquiesces, one corner of his lip raising slightly, a boyish smirk that never fully forms. His hands are warm against yours, allowing you to grasp him tightly and drag him closer, holding his arm protectively to your chest. Your fingers carefully graze over the dried blood and redness of his knuckles, staring at them despairingly before your eyes meet his.
He's watching, observing as per usual with that look that tells you he is cataloguing everything. Yet, in what is usually clinical indifference, you find several new emotions: shame, nervousness, and admiration.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt anywhere else? Should we go to the hospital?" You rush, going to stand before he places a hand on your shoulder, lovingly pushing you back to sit along the edge of the fountain.
"I'm fine, I promise. It's just..." You stay silent, allowing him the time to choose his words.
"I knew from the start, what he was doing to you..." He lamented, staring accusingly at the ground.
"I... I know."
"You knew? Why would you stay with me when I allowed him to- " He cuts himself off, unable to say the words as his eyes raise to yours in confusion.
"I know it happens to you too... I could never ask you to endure my father's wrath, to confront him, when I know what you are going home to." You admit, your own eyes drifting away now, upset with yourself for not having broached this conversation sooner.
"Hey, hey, none of that." Isaac states, raising his hand from your hold to cup your jaw, tenderly raising your bowed head so he could look at you.
"We'll be alright, I'll keep you safe. I promise." Pulling you closer, hold a warm comfort you so easily allow yourself to slip into; mind easing at the thought that you won't be alone anymore.
