The fluff is overwhelming
Characters: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Reader.
*REQUESTED FROM PROMPT LIST*
Isaac had left without warning. You were inseparable, you’d never dated but you’d come close. No one was as worried as you were, they all just assumed he’d run off, or that he’d be back soon. You knew something was wrong and you were going to get to the bottom of it.
You pull a map out, an array of highlighters around you, one of each color. You highlight important routes.
“What’re you up to?” Stiles stands beside the table.
“I’m…” You knew he’d have something to say about it. “I’m routing out the places Isaac frequented.”
He bites his lip and examines the map, “Y/N…”
“No. You don’t get to say anything. This is my problem, since no one else seems to be concerned about it.” You pick up a new highlighter color.
“He’s gone, Y/N. I’m sorry, but I just don’t see why you’re still looking.” Stiles sighs and stands up straight.
“Something is wrong. Very wrong. I’m looking because I care.” You glare at him.
Stiles opens his mouth to say something but decides against it. He leaves the room, talking to Scott as he enters the living room.
You desperately circle places you recognize, highlighting the roads he likes to take.
“Can we talk to you?” Lydia pops her head in.
You know this has to be some sort of intervention. You haven’t slept since he left, you stay up all night trying to find him.
“Yeah..” You cap your marker and follow her.
You sit in front of Scott, Stiles, and Lydia.
“Y/N…” Scott starts. “I think..we think you should take a break.”
“Stop looking…it’s driving you crazy.”
“You don’t get to tell me to stop, Scott. I’m doing this on my own, I haven’t asked for help.”
“He was happy. He was happy with you.” Lydia nods. “He loved you.”
“He was a great person, we know that. You just…you have to stop.” Scott extends his hand to you.
You stand up, “He’s missing, not dead. Stop referring to him in the past tense.” You grab your things and head for your car. You were going to find Isaac.
You head to Derek’s, you weren’t sure if he was awake but you could try.
You slide the loft door open, Derek sitting at the dining room table. “Hey, you look…” He raises an eyebrow.
“I know. Hey, listen, is it possible for me to get into Isaac’s room?”
“What for?” He stands up.
“Just to look. Please, Derek.” You plead with him.
He nods, “Yeah, okay.”
You flick the light on and walk into his room, pictures of the two of you pinned in the corner of his mirror. His bed wasn’t made, and he had clothes strewn everywhere. Who “runs away” and leaves clothes behind?
You find a slip of paper on his bedside, the address ringing a bell. “Thanks, Derek!” You shout as you run out to your car.
You drive as fast as you can to the address, disappointment filling you as you approach the now abandoned building.
You decide to explore anyway, curiosity getting the best of you. You walk inside, the flashlight on your phone not providing much light. You make your way the back of the empty building, a door with a thick lock on it exciting you.
You bust the lock and walk down the stairs, the room in front of you making you gasp. There’s a full size mattress on the ground, it’s flat and covered in stains. There’s old glasses everywhere, the remnants in the bottoms beginning to mold.
“Y/N?” A voice behind you shakes, the sound making your ears perk up. You turn around, your heart swelling and simultaneously breaking.
“Isaac…” He’s tied to a chair, his wrists look absolutely wrecked. His hair is matted to his forehead and he has circles under his eyes so dark they’re almost black.
You drop your things and rush to his side, pulling at the knots on his wrists. He’s basically skin and bones, you can see his ribcage through his ripped shirt. There’s no way he’s eating properly, or at all.
You undo the knots and begin on the ones on his ankles.
“I-I’ve been waiting for you. I knew you’d come.” He rasps.
“Shh, let’s get you out of her.” You look at him and he tries to smile.
You wrap his arm around your shoulder and help him up the stairs, trying to be quiet. You get him into your car, unsure of where to go. You drive straight to Scott’s, laying on the horn when you pull in.
Scott and Stiles run to the door, Scott rushing to the car when he sees Isaac.
“No. You don’t get to help with this, I just couldn’t take him to my house. Let me do this alone.” You climb out and go around to the passenger side.
“Scott no! If you want to do something get the guest bedroom ready for him.”
He nods and runs upstairs. You help him out of the car, all of his weight on your shoulder.
“Come on, Isaac. You’ve just got to help me out a little.” You help him up the stairs in into the bed.
“Take your clothes off. Don’t argue, either.” You look at him.
He shakes his head and you sigh. You lift his ripped shirt over his head. “I won’t unbutton your jeans. Just take them off.” You take his shoes off and toss them aside.
He unbuttons and unzips his pants you and pull them off. You run downstairs and grab him some water before returning upstairs.
“Drink.” You help him sit up and you put the bottle to his lips. He drinks the whole bottle.
“Are you feeling better yet?” You caress his cheek.
“I felt better when I heard you walk in the door.” He coughs.
“Let me make you some food and I’ll run you water for a bath, okay?” You pat his arm and he nods.
You jog downstairs, throwing together a meal for him with what you could find in Scott’s fridge.
“Y/N, I’m sorry.” Scott creeps into the kitchen.
“You should’ve believed me. I said something was wrong and everyone thought I was crazy.”
“We know. We should’ve listened.”
You grab a plate from the cabinet and look at Scott. “Damn straight.”
He sighs and watches you.
You grab a fork and take the stairs to at a time. Isaac practically inhales the food. “I haven’t eaten in…I can’t remember the last time I ate.” He sighs.
“Don’t eat too much.” You take the plate away from him. “You could get even sicker.”
“Thanks for taking care of me.” He smiles.
“That’s what I’m here for.” You run water for a bath and clean up his dishes before returning. “Okay, so understand that this is probably going to be incredibly uncomfortable for the both of us, but I’m going to bathe you.”
“What? Y/N, no.” He shakes his head.
“I’m not leaving you alone. You either can stay dirty or feel awkward for half an hour. Your choice.” You shake your head.
You help him out of the bed and into the bathroom. “Take your boxers off and I’ll go grab a towel, okay?”
He nods and you look down at his red wrists, they’re just starting to heal. “I want to know what happened to you.”
“I’ll tell you everything.” He reassures and you leave to go get a towel.
“What’re you doing?” Stiles asks.
“Bathing Isaac.” You head back for the bathroom.
“Mind your own business.” You squint at him before stepping back into the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and lock it. You pull your sleeves up and squat in front of the tub.
“I feel like I’m three years old.” Isaac pouts at you and you laugh.
“You look like it, with that face.”
“This isn’t as weird as I thought it’d be. You don’t have to do this, you know.” He shrugs.
You wet a rag and begin cleaning him up, pressing it to all of the dried blood on his arms. The water quickly turns a rusty color. “You’re my best friend, Lahey. This is what I want to do. I’ll stick with you through everything. The moment you disappeared I started looking and I never stopped.”
He looks into your eyes, “I knew you’d find me. I knew it would be you.”
You smile, “Isaac I could never just let you go like that. Never.”
“When was the last time you slept?”
You sit back on your knees. “The night you left. I catch small naps at school, but I haven’t slept more than thirty minutes.”
“God, me either. It’s was so rough.” He sighs.
He lays back and you begin to wet his hair, the water making his curls disappear. “Where were you? What happened?” You smooth his hair back out of his face.
“I have no idea who took me. It was a woman for sure, she always had a mask on. She tied me up from the beginning. She eventually let me loose, let me eat and sleep…but she just snapped and tied me up. She rarely fed me..” He sighs. “Can we talk about this tomorrow?”
You nod as you pour shampoo into your hand. “Yeah, of course. Let’s just get you feeling better.”
“Thank you. I can’t say it enough.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
You finish getting him cleaned up and you help him out, wrapping a towel around him. “Come on.” You lead him back to the guest bedroom. “Scott?” You shout.
“Yeah?” He pokes his head out of his room.
“Do you have clothes for him?” You walk over to his doorway.
He hands you a stack of clothing. “I’m sorry..again.”
You nod, “We can talk about it tomorrow.” You return to Isaac and sit the clothes on the bed.
You let him get dressed and you help him under the covers. “I’m going to go home. I’ll come check on you in the morning.”
“No, Y/N. Stay..please.” He grabs your arm.
“Isaac, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You need some rest.”
“Yeah..okay.” You get in the bed with him and he immediately wraps himself around you.
“I thought about you a lot.” He says quietly.
“I thought about you a lot.” You respond.
“I thought about everything I should’ve done. Honestly, I expected to die down there. I was close to it. I just…the biggest regret I had was not telling you that I’m in love with you.”
You bite your lip to hide your smile, “You’re in love with me?”
“I regretted the same thing. I never could work up the courage to tell you.” You let your smile show and he returns it.
“So, you’re telling me that it took me getting kidnapped for us to confess our feelings?”
“Pretty much, yeah.” You laugh.
He groans, “We’re crazy. For now, let me leave you with this.” He kisses you gently and you smile. He caresses your cheek and pulls you even closer. “I’m exhausted.” He yawns.
“Oh God, me too.” You shake your head. “Let’s get some sleep.”
“What is it?” You look up at him.
“Can we make this official? I want this set in stone before I go to sleep.”
You giggle, “Yes, it’s officially official.”
“Good.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m sleeping in an actual bed..” He pokes your side. “With my girlfriend.”
“Oh, please. I rescued and I’m sleeping with my boyfriend.” You laugh.
