Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Reader.

You hadn’t slept. You lied in your husband’s arms wondering why you had cheated, why he had cheated. You wondered why you couldn’t get Isaac Lahey out of your head.

Maybe it was human nature, you wanted what you couldn’t have. The nights you lied in Isaac’s arms you wanted nothing more than a shower and one of Stiles’ flannels. The nights you lied with Stiles you missed the thrill of being with Isaac. The new feeling he gave you.

You lift Stiles’ arm off of your waist, climbing out of bed as you sigh. He cheated first. He cheated on you with someone he told you he used to be in love with. Did he really love you? Yes. Did he still want Lydia? No. You’d had this discussion before he proposed.

You grab towels and walk to the bathroom, your phone in hand. Showers helped you think. You unlock your phone, seven messages from Isaac are the first thing you notice.

How are you?

Are you okay?

How is Stiles?

Did you work things out?

Y/N?

Call me in the morning.

I need to know that everything is okay.

You dial his number, flicking on the small stereo you kept in the bathroom. The sound of Total Eclipse of the Heart filled your ears as the chorus played on the oldie’s station.

“Y/N.” Isaac breathes out, “You’re okay?”

“I’m confused. Okay, but confused.” You lift the handle on the shower, hot water streaming.

“Did you talk?”

“Kind of. We both saved ourselves the pain of the gory details and just decided to go to bed.”

“So…things are fine?” Isaac sounds confused.

“No.” You say quickly.

“Oh.”

“He cheated. I cheated. We cheated. Things aren’t fine. We always communicate, that’s one of the things we’re good at, but if we lacked communication so much that we couldn’t even tell each other when we were horny? There’s something wrong there.” You sigh as you pull the curtain, sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

“He cheated first, I’m obviously biased to you here, but I will tell you this,” you hear his bed creak in the background. You woke him up, “Stiles lost all interest in Lydia the moment he talked to you. I’ve known him since grade school, he loves you more than anything.”

“I know. I know that. But what if I’d liked you first when we met? What if I pined over you for years and then I’d cheated on him with you. He’d be concerned, wouldn’t he?” You place your hand on your chin.

“He would.” He sighs.

“Isaac, if he wanted sex…if he wanted sex he could’ve gotten it anywhere. A stranger at a bar, a girl he passed in the hallway when he was in high school, the cashier at a grocery store. But he went to Lydia. They got drunk, and he had sex with her. Not once, not twice, but multiple times.”

“Y/N, I know. I knew about the first time, and I didn’t want to tell you, b—“

“Which I’m pissed at you for, by the way.” You interrupt.

He sighs, “Understood, but I didn’t want to tell you because…because I had feelings for you. Telling you would’ve given me a personal victory. I didn’t like that feeling.”

“You had feelings for me?” You sit up.

“I-uh..yeah.”

“Okay.” You stand, sighing as you throw your head back, “Things keep getting more and more difficult.”

“I’m sorry.” Isaac says quietly.

“Don’t apologize. None of this is your fault. Everything is just..coming out at one time. It’s a lot to handle.”

“Y/N?” You hear Stiles on the other side of the door.

“Isaac, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” You hang up quickly and open the door.

“Who was that?” He asks, his eyes still hooded from the sleep.

“Isaac. He was wondering how things were going.”

“Oh.”

“That was all.” You say softly, looking at your hands.

“I trust you.”

“You shouldn’t.” You look up at him and he sighs.

“You shouldn’t trust me either.” He shakes his head.

You bite your lip and grab his face with both hands, “Stiles, we’ve both done things wrong. I think…I think we should work on it. Together. I-I can’t lose you.”

He places his hands on your wrists, “I can’t lose you either, Y/N. I love you, and-and we both made promises to each other. I know what I said about a divorce, but…I don’t want a divorce. I want you. Forever.”

You sigh softly, “I want you too. Forever.”

He kisses your forehead, “Why don’t you shower and I’ll make us breakfast?”

You nod, “Thanks, babe. I’ll hurry.”

He smiles and you both part from each other. You shut the door and begin to undress, turning the radio up as you look in the mirror.

Your hair dried in your sleep, it was flat. You hadn’t got all of your makeup off, you had black smudges under your eyes. You were tired. You groan and shake your head, pulling back the curtain. You step inside, hoping and praying that maybe this shower would clean your mind of everything that had happened. Unlikely.

“That’s what I told her, but Allison said that she wasn’t going to-“ Scott stops, glancing up at you as you walk into the room.

“Oh..Scott, I didn’t know you were coming over.” You say quietly.

“Sorry. Allison and I are having quite a debate about what pediatrician we should take Victoria to. I needed out of the house for a little bit.” He looks between you and Stiles.

“No, you’re fine. You know you’re welcome here anytime.” You nod, walking towards the coffee pot.

Scott stays quiet, drumming his fingers on the countertop as you pour your coffee. He squints at the back of your head. You know what he thinks of you right now. You know that he knows that his best friend’s wife is a cheater.

Scott clears his throat, “I better get going, I’m supposed to be out picking up diapers.” He stands.

“Are you sure? You couldn’t have been here long. You can stay if you’d like.” You give him a small smile.

He shakes his head and narrows his eyes, “Priorities. Some people have them.” He grabs his jacket and pulls it on an Stiles sighs. Scott walks out the front door and Stiles turns to you.

“You told him?” You gape.

“Y/N, he’s my best friend! How could I not tell him?”

You sit your coffee cup on the counter, “By keeping your mouth shut! This means he’s probably told Allison.” You sigh, “Stiles, this is our problem! Not theirs! You know who I told about you cheating? No one!” You bury your face in your hands.

“He saw you at Isaac’s last night. He asked about you.” Stiles says quietly.

“So, you lie! You don’t tell everyone our business. The whole pack probably knows already!”

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” He sighs.

This is a super short part so sorry guys, but it's still here! ​

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Reader.

“Get to talking, Stiles.” You sigh.

He notices your wet hair, deciding not to push you any further. “It happened once with Lydia, we were drunk. Then it turned into nights I couldn’t sleep, I’d go see Lydia…it was innocent, no feelings.”

“You cheated on your wife innocently? Are you serious? And for God’s sake, Stiles! I already told you to wake me up if you couldn’t sleep. You can’t do that but you can drive across town to see Lydia? That’s logical.”

"Y/N..."

"I'm hurt, Stiles. I understand that this went both ways. I know that, but I feel like..I don't even know where to go from here."

"Can we try to be peaceful for one day? Please?"

You bounce up and down in frustration, "No! You can't pretend like everything is okay! There is clearly something very very wrong with us and our marriage. We didn't just cheat, we cheated with friends. People who knew us." ​

"Why did you do it?" Stiles asks out of nowhere.​

"You weren't ever home. I was lucky to see you an hour a day. What was I supposed to do? Why did you do it?" You cross your arms. ​

"I was...tired of us fighting. It was when you'd miscarried and I didn't want to pressure you into anything...especially not sex."​

"That's not fair." You feel tears well up. ​

"What?" Stiles raises an eyebrow. ​

"Don't blame you having an affair on my miscarriage. That's sick."​

"I'm not...it was just a rough time." He shrugs, biting his lip.​

You rub your face, sighing. "We clearly had good reasons, I suppose." ​

"Do we forget it and move on?" He watches you.​

"Can we?" You sigh. "We are terrible at being married." ​

"Hey, I married you with intentions on being with you forever. No matter what obstacles we face." Stiles cups your cheek and you feel the fire in your chest. This was why you married him.​

You instinctively nuzzle your face into his hand. "I'm so sorry...Isaac was a mistake. I mean that."​

"I don't know what I was thinking with Lydia. I just...God, I'm horrible." He sighs. ​

"No..the miscarriage was hard. It's definitely not an excuse, but I never even got out of bed."​

"Let's go to bed? A good cuddle session is in order." Stiles nods.​

"Oh, you read my mind." You run upstairs to your room after him. "I'm going to change really quick." You grab some pajamas and start to change glancing over at your phone when it buzzes.​

Hey, Y/N..I hope everything went well. I hope you're doing better xx ​

Your stomach flutters, the text from Isaac making you giddy. Why? You loved your husband and when you were with him you forgot about Isaac. All you could think about right now was Isaac holding you, not Stiles.​

"You coming, babe?" Stiles lifts his head up and you nod.​

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader.

*REQUESTED*

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You giggle as he kisses up your neck.

“Shh…we’ll think about that later.” He mumbles against you.

But you did do it. You did it a lot actually, whenever the two of you were free. It became painstakingly obvious what you were doing, but you couldn’t stop.

“We have to stop…I’m married.”

“And I have a girlfriend. Y/N, it’s all in good spirit.”

“Cheating is all in good spirit? Really? I’m so ashamed of myself but I can’t stop seeing you.” You sigh.

“We’ll stop then…”

“What if I don’t want to, Isaac?”

“You should probably make up your mind.” He sighs.

“Isaac, I’m married! You know it, I know it, everyone knows it! How am I supposed to keep this up with you when I have a husband at home who loves me…a ton. How am I supposed to stop when I have a husband who’s constantly up to his head in cases he can’t solve because he knows they’re supernatural. I love him, but he’s absent.” You stand up, pacing back and forth.

“Y/N.” He stands and looks at you. “Y/N…hey hey, stop.” He grabbed you to stop you from pacing, holding you in his arms.

“Isaac…” You look up into his eyes, the blue in them making you weak.

“Calm down. Please.” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I want to tell him…I do..I just-…it’ll ruin us. I can’t be the one to ruin us.”

“Is he home now?” Isaac examines your face.

“Yeah..” You nod.

“Go home. See him. Think about it.” He kisses your forehead.

“Okay…yeah, I can do that.” You finish putting your clothes on and you grab your purse. “Thanks, Isaac.”

You drive home, the guilt consuming you. You walk inside and you’re greeted by your husband, who’s standing in the kitchen with a beer.

“Hey, babe. Where were you?”

You fake a smile, “Running some errands. I had to stop by the post office.” You sit at the kitchen counter across from him.

He walks over and pecks your lips, “You look hot today.”

You laugh, “I had the day off. I didn’t even try.”

He shrugs, “You still look good. Hey, I have to get back to work…but come see me when you think I need a break.” He smiles and looks at you over his shoulder as he walks away.

You brought your shirt to your nose and smelled it. You smelled like Isaac. It was times like these you were grateful that Stiles wasn’t a werewolf. Whenever you would see Isaac after a night of you and Stiles he’d know, and he’d let you know that he knew. He always pouted.

You decided to shower, the smell of his cologne made you sick when you were with Stiles.

After you cleaned up you went back to your room to change. You heard laughing downstairs so you quickly threw on one of Stiles’ shirts and some shorts before sneaking down.

You almost fell over dead when you saw Isaac and Stiles talking. You knew they were friends, duh. You never knew they were ‘come over during my work day and hang out’ friends. Scott usually did that.

“Baby! Come on down.” Stiles yells up at you.

“Hey, Y/N.” You heard Scott say. You didn’t know he was here either.

“Hey.” You smile as Stiles wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Hey, Mrs. Stilinski. It’s been awhile.” Isaac smiles at you. Seriously?

“Hey, Isaac.”

Stiles kisses the top of your head. “Can they stay for dinner?”

You laugh. “I’m not your mom, if you want them to stay they can stay.” You look up into his eyes, the guilt swallowing you whole.

“Well then you guys can stay.” Stiles nods.

You somehow ended up alone with Isaac. Scott and Stiles ran to the store to grab some ice and of course with your luck, here you were.

“Did you tell him?” Isaac approaches you in the kitchen.

“Obviously not.” You turned to look at him.

“You look so pretty when you’re fresh out of the shower.” He smiles at you.

“Not here. Please.” You look up at him and bite your lip.

“Got it.” He nods. “Maybe…I should tell him?”

“And let him beat your ass? No thanks.”

“I’m a werewolf.”

“He killed Donovan.”

“Wasn’t here for that, but true enough.”

“This was a mistake.”

“I don’t think it was…” He smiles at you.

“Isaac, don’t do that. Don’t give me that smile.”

Stiles and Scott walk in, the two of them laughing.

“That smells amazing, baby girl.” Stiles grins at you.

Your heart swells at the sight of his goofy grin, the nickname doesn’t help.

“Thanks, babe.” He sits the ice on the counter and walks over to you.

“I’m going to take the day off tomorrow, okay? I’ll take you out…it’ll just be me and you.”

You smile up at him, “Really? You won’t even respond to texts?”

“I’ll leave my phone at home.” He kisses your nose and you smile.

He walks off to put the ice away and you’re left standing beside the stove, adoration all over your face.

“I’m uh…going to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back.” Isaac looks at you and Stiles before leaving.

The rest of the night was…awkward. It consisted of trying not to pay too much attention to Isaac, and Isaac getting upset when you paid too much attention to Stiles. You have to tell him.

You woke up the next morning with Stiles’ arms around you.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” He had already been awake.

“Can we talk?”

“About what?”

You sit up and turn to face him. “I…don’t really know how to say this…”

“Babe, what’s going on?”

“I..I’m cheating on you?” You look up at him, a shocked look on his face.

“No you’re not.” He sits up.

You feel a tear fall down your face. “I am…and I feel terrible about it…I hate seeing you so happy with me because I know how you’d feel when you found out.”

“Then why did you do it in the first place?” Stiles got out of bed.

“You were drowning in work..I was bored…”

“I could’ve worked less!”

“Hah. Yeah.”

“Don’t make this my fault! You made the decision all by yourself!” He’s crying now.

“Stiles, I-”

“Who is he?”

“Stiles, don’t make me tell you. Please.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s Isaac.” You bury your head in your hands.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He turns and you hear him running downstairs. He grabs the keys out of the bowl.

“Stiles, stop!” You run after him, grabbing his arm before he can get in his car.

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long has this been happening?” He wipes his eyes.

You look down at your feet. “Six…six months.”

“Oh my God…” He opens the door and gets inside.

“Stiles, please…please don’t.”

“Do you love him?”

“Stiles…”

“Do you love him? Answer me, Y/N!”

“No. I felt terrible about it.”

“Then why’d you….” He sighs and shuts the door.

You run inside and grab your keys, following him as he tears down the road. You both pull in to Isaac’s driveway at the same time.

“Go home.” Stiles yells at you as he gets out.

“Stiles, please don’t. Please?”

“Get in the car at least, Jesus, Y/N.”

You stop where you are as he walks up to the door. He knocks and the second Isaac opens the door Stiles lays into him.

“Stiles stop! Stop!” You scream as you run up to the door.

“My wife? Are you serious?” Stiles shouts at him.

“At least I gave her attention! The attention you couldn’t provide!” Isaac punches him, the bruise already darkening.

“Isaac!” He stops and he looks at you, the look on your face making you step away from Stiles.

“Please…stop…the both of you.” You look at the both of them. Stiles looks like he wants to hold you. And he does, but he’s just so pissed at you.

“I’m sorry…” Isaac looks at you and you nod.

“Let’s go home, Y/N. We clearly have things to discuss.”

Stiles leads you out of the house. “Leave your car here. I’m sure you’ll be back.”

“Stiles…” You sigh as you climb in the car.

“Isaac? Really?”

“I’m sorry…we can…we can fix things.”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Reader.

You sat at the kitchen counter, knowing he’d come in and want a beer as soon as he got home.

He smiles as he walks in the door, making a beeline for the fridge. “Hey, babe.”

You say nothing, you sit with your legs crossed, watching him.

“Is everything okay?” He stands across the counter and looks at you.

“You’re a hypocrite.” You state, sneering at him.

“What?” He raises an eyebrow.

“You cheated on me first, but you have the audacity to tell me you want a divorce?” You stand and cross your arms.

“What? Y/N, how’d-”

“Save it. I know that what I did was wrong, but the fact that you didn’t just say what you did instead of getting pissed..” You sigh and go up to the bedroom. He’s hot on your heels.

“It was only once…or twice.” He bites his lip as you spin on your heel.

“How many times, Stiles?” You look up at your husband.

“It was going on for about a month.”

You feel your jaw clench, “You beat Isaac’s ass. Maybe I should return the favor.” You grab your purse off of the dresser.

“Y/N, don’t!” You started down the stairs, keys in hand.

“I just want to know what made her think that sleeping with my husband was okay. Not that I should even have to explain myself to you.” You see him reach for his keys and you rush out to your car. You knew she wasn’t at home, she was probably still at work.

You pull into the high school parking lot, the heels on your feet clicking as you made your way to Lydia’s classroom.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to see you. It’s been awhile.” Lydia stands from her desk.

“Save the nice act. Why’d you sleep with my husband?” You sit on a desk in the front row. She looks completely taken aback. “Are you going to answer?”

“Y/N, I don’t-”

“Don’t say you don’t know what I’m talking about. Why’d you sleep with Stiles?”

“I was…I was drunk.” She bites her lip.

“So…you didn’t consent?” You stand up, towering over her.

“N-no, I consented.”

“Then that’s not what I asked. I asked why you did it. I’ve used the drunk excuse, so I need a little more motive than you drinking two wine-coolers.”

“Y/N…” Stiles looked at you from the doorway. “Stop.”

“You’re defending her? Really?” You look at him.

“No..just..” He sighs, not knowing how to diffuse the situation.

“Was it the first time? Or did you cheat on me in high school too?”

Stiles looks at his feet, “It was the first time.”

“You can consider us as friends done. I thought I could trust you. I know that you’re willing to let any guy who shows interest jump into your pants, but I thought you’d at least keep your hands off of my husband.” You frown at Lydia. She opens her mouth to respond, but she can’t find the words.

You turn, storming out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Stiles asks.

“None of your business.”

“To your boyfriend’s?”

You stop walking and turn to look at him, “Yeah, actually. I am.” You turn around and continue walking. Your marriage has completely disintegrated within the last 48 hours.

You stand outside of Isaac’s house, you don’t even get a chance to knock before he opens the door. “Are you okay?” He gives you a once over, smiling. You were wearing his favorite outfit, you hadn’t even noticed.

“No. my husband is a hypocritical cheater, not that I have much room to talk but at least I’m not a hypocrite.”

“Do you want to stay here for awhile?” He asks as he steps aside, letting you in.

“Yeah, if it’s okay. I won’t stay the night though, my marriage is screwed up enough already.”

Isaac glances at the clock, “If you want to shower you’ve got some clothes in my room.”

“Oh thank God. I just want to wash this day away.” You smile at him before making your way to the bathroom.

You come out wrapped in a towel, padding down the hallway to his bedroom. “Isaac Lahey!” You shout, causing him to run into the room.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“You have 400 pairs of my underwear but not actual clothes.” You glare at him.

He chuckles, “Here.” He hands you a sweater from his closet.

You stare at him, “Was this your plan? Get me showered and in your clothes?” You smile as you slide on your underwear.

He watches closely, laughing. “What can I say? You caught me.”

You drop your towel, Isaac smirking. What difference did it make? He’d seen you like this countless times. You pull his sweater over your head, sighing as you hear Stiles calling.

“So what happened?”

“I asked Lydia why she slept with him.” You look in the mirror, running your hand through your hair.

“You just came right out and asked?” Isaac chuckles.

“Yeah. You know how I am.” You shrug and look at him in the mirror.

“What are you going to do?” Isaac asks.

“I mean, what can we do? We’ve both cheated. We have to talk and decide.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know part of this has to do with me but I’m still sorry.”

“Don’t put this on yourself, Isaac. Seriously.” You sigh as your phone buzzes again. You pick it up, “What, Stiles?”

“Come home.” He sounds like he’s crying.

“Stiles..”

“Please? I want to talk.”

“Hey, Isaac! You said to come at 7. I know it’s 8 but I’m here!” Scott walks into the bedroom.

You both glance up at him, this looked very compromising. You were wearing his clothes, you were wet, and you had no pants on. Isaac stood up and ushered him out, explaining the situation.

“I’m coming Stiles. Don’t expect this to be okay.” You change back into the clothes you had on before your shower, making your way to the living room. “Hey, I’m going home. Thanks for letting me stay.” You smile at Isaac, Scott giving you an apologetic look.

“Bye Y/N.” Isaac waves.

“Bye Isaac. Bye Scott.” You go home to Stiles pacing in front of the house. He looked like a nervous wreck.

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.

Stiles groans as he sits up, rubbing his eyes. “I feel like I’m not as hungover as I should be.”

You didn’t sleep last night, “I gave you an aspirin before bed.” You sit up beside him. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

“I forgave you, didn’t I?” He looks over at you.

You nod, “I’m totally giving you the opportunity for take-backs right now, too.”

He sighs and puts his head in his hands, “You make it hard to be mad at you, no matter what you did, when you sit there all cute saying take-backs. I don’t want to take it back. I’m still extremely pissed, but I get it. I’ll dial back work.”

“Stiles you don’t have to do that.”

“Look, I’ll never forget that you cheated, but I won’t lose our marriage over something that was terrible, but not prison worthy.”

“Oh, baby.” You smile as you caress his cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

“Let’s just not think about it, okay?” He looks over at you.

“Can I ask you something, though?” You climb out of bed, Stiles adopting a smile when he sees his jersey on you.

“What?”

“You forgave me..will you forgive Isaac?”

He sighs and gets out of the bed, stretching. “I’ll try. Right now I need coffee and another aspirin.”

“Do you even remember showering last night?”

“I showered?”

You look at his hair, which is normal quiffed up, pointing in different directions. It’s flat against his head, the length making you smile. “Yeah. You did. You actually stripped down in here and ran down the hallway naked.”

“Oh, nice.” He looks at you and nods as he makes his way for the door.

“I took good care of you. Don’t worry.” You smile and follow him downstairs.

“You always do.” He smiles at you over his shoulder.

Why was he being so forgiving?

You sat at the counter, watching as he made coffee.

“I’m going to take an aspirin and call Isaac. I just can’t hold a grudge.” He grabs his phone and takes the pill. You watch as he dials the oh-so-familiar number and walks out of the room.

“Isaac’s on his way.” Stiles walks back into the room.

You nod, “Should I go upstairs?”

“No. I’m making amends, you should be there.”

“Okay then.”

You sit and talk with him, you can’t help but stare at the black eye Isaac gave him yesterday. You felt so bad.

Your stomach knotted up when the doorbell rang. Stiles let him in and you heard them exchange before Isaac was ushered into the kitchen with you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiles at you. You nod and wave, hoping Stiles doesn’t pick up on the tension.

Your phone buzzed and you glanced at it.

I meant what I said last night on the phone

It was Isaac. You texted back.

So did I. Stiles is trying to mend things. Don’t screw this up.

Isaac and Stiles talked for awhile before Isaac went home and Stiles left for work. The second he knew Stiles was out of the house he called you.

“Jesus he just walked out the door.” You say.

“I know. I see him. Listen, I really am in love with you, and as confusing as it is for you it’s worse on me. I can’t break up a marriage but I also can’t let you go.”

“Isaac, we said no feelings. I thought we meant that.”

“So, you’re saying you never had feelings for me? It was just about the sex for you?”

He’s jumping to conclusions. “No I never said that.” You sigh.

“So, you have feelings for me?”

“No, Isaac. I didn’t say that either. Can’t you just accept that I’m married?”

“No. Apparently you couldn’t either.”

“Hey, don’t play that card!”

“I’m sorry…I just…do you know that..that he cheated on you?”

“What?” Your body went cold.

“About a year ago.”

“You’re lying.”

“I wish I was.”

“With who? Who was it?”

“Lydia.”

“No..you’re lying, Isaac.”

“Y/N, I was there.”

“Why did no one try to stop him if you were there?”

“We did, trust me. He wasn’t having it.”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Reader.

“Stiles…don’t say that..”

“You cheated on me. You cheated on me, Y/N. don’t make yourself out to be the victim.”

“I’m not I just…let me make it up to you. I won’t see him anymore.”

“That’s a lie. He’s one of my closest friends. You could’ve picked anyone in the world to have an affair with and you pick my friend. How could you do that to me?” His voice cracks.

You bite your lip and look at him, “Baby..”

“Don’t. Don’t talk to me.”

You put your hand on his arm, “Come on, Sti…don’t make a rash decision.”

“Rash? You had an affair! This isn’t rash it’s just! You broke my heart! I thought you loved me!” He slams his hand on the steering wheel and you flinch.

He sighs, “I’m sorry…”

“Stiles, it wasn’t…it wasn’t romantic. I’m not in love with him.” Then why did you feel so sad? Why were you heartbroken that you couldn’t see him anymore.

“So, what was the benefit?”

“Just sex.” You say quietly.

He sighs and goes inside the house after you pull into the driveway. You follow him closely. “Stiles, can we talk about this?”

“How did this start?”

“Oh…uh, Scott and Kira’s bachelor and bachelorette parties. When we all met up it just sort of…happened. We were both drunk off of our asses…but then it happened again and it just snowballed. Stiles, babe, I’m so sorry.”

“It didn’t mean anything? Just friends with benefits?”

“Basically…yeah. When you were drowning in work and I felt lonely I’d call Isaac.” You sit on the couch.

“Y/N, I don’t even know what to say to you. I can’t even look at you right now.”

You place your hand on his knee. “I love you. I do.”

“I’m going into the office today.” He stands up and grabs his keys. “Eat dinner without me.” He leaves you sitting in the living room, tears in your eyes. You didn’t even realize you’d picked up the phone and dialed a number until the other end stopped ringing.

“Y/N?”

“Isaac..” You breathe out.

“What’s going on? Are you okay? Obviously you told him.”

“Yeah..I’m fine. I’m just…he wants a divorce and I don’t know what to do?”

“Do you want me to come over? Or I can come get you and we’ll go somewhere.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

Isaac shows up no more than five minutes later. He walks inside and hugs you tight, “Are you okay?”

You cry into his neck, “I don’t want to lose him, Isaac. This was so stupid.”

Isaac’s feelings look hurt. “This was all my fault.” He sighs. “I’m a home wrecker.”

“At least we didn’t have kids yet.” You sniffle.

“Yet? Jesus, I’m terrible.” He rubs the stubble on his cheek.

“Let’s not talk about it. Come on.” You grab his hand and go out to his car. Neither of you know where you’re going, he just drives.

“Y/N?”

You look over at Isaac.

“I broke up with her.”

“What?”

“Kara, I broke up with her.”

“What, why?”

He shrugs, “No sparks. She’s not who or what I want.”

“Is this my fault?” You reach over to him.

“No, God no, I just…didn’t feel right in that relationship anymore.”

“Well good for you then.”

“I hope you and Stiles are okay. I just want you to be happy.”

“That means a lot. I know what we did was bad, and we uh…not that it matters to you, but we sinned, but if I was going to ruin my marriage with anyone I’m glad it was you.”

He chuckles, “We’re terrible people.”

You laugh, “I’m aware.”

“Honestly, I’d hate to lose this friendship with the two of you. I know it’ll be hard to mend this with him, but I’ll try.”

“Isaac, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I made this first move.”

You sigh and look out the window.

He dropped you off a couple hours later, you showered and got into bed. You wore Stiles’ old jersey, it always made you feel better when you were sick. He gave it to you junior year when the team got new jerseys.

He came home around one, he was completely wasted. “Babe! I think I’m ready to talk!” His loud, slurred voice boomed through the room.

“Stiles, what the hell? It’s the middle of the night.”

He sits on the bed beside you. “I forgive you.”

“Stiles…”

“I do. I forgive you. I’ll work less and stay at home with you more.”

“Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow.”

“Baby, listen to me. I forgive you. It’s okaaaay.” He drags the last word out.

“Why don’t you take a shower and get in bed?”

“Okay!” He immediately starts peeling his clothes off, leaving the room after he’s completely naked. You roll your eyes and laugh as you get clothes out for him.

Your phone rang as you grabbed his boxers from the drawer. “Hello?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Jesus Christ, Isaac. What the hell?”

“I’m serious.”

“You just said you hoped I could fix things with Stiles!”

“I don’t know what I want. I just love you.”

“God, Isaac…I..I have to go. I have a drunk husband to take care of.” You hang up the phone.

When Stiles returns you help him get dressed. You give him water and an aspirin. You climb into bed with him and he lays on your chest.