#twpolyamory

I should be over all the butterflies, but I'm into you (still into you)

A thisaac centric fic with side thiaac/thisiam.

Isaac lahey was coming home after five years. After leaving Theo and the pack. Theo hated how his heart still held space for the tall blue-eyed bastard. Liam's only reaction to the news - "I'm ok with sharing you."

The two of them were alone in the room for mere seconds before Theo shoved Isaac against the wall.

A post for @teenwolfrarepairevents character of the month.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Malia says, apropos of absolutely nothing.  She’s lazing on the couch, flipping through TV channels.

Scott stares at her, confused.  “About what?”

“About Kira.”  She shrugs.  “I know you still love her.  You can do something about that, you know.  Now that she’s back.”

Scott could deny it, but Malia’s gaze is bold and resolute and he knows he shouldn’t.  “Something like what?” he rasps, face hot.

“Kiss her.”

Scott isn’t as surprised as he should be.  “And what about you, then?”

89. “You’re the best part of me.”

Vernon Boyd/Isaac Lahey/Erica Reyes/Stiles StilinskiRating: G, Word Count: 742Tags: Established Relationship, Polyamory, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domesticity

Isaac smells it the second Stiles walk through the door.It’s the smell of sadness mixed withself-reproach. He hates it when Stiles smells like that. It’s been happening less and less overthe years, but everybody has bad days. And by the look on Stiles’ face, this has been a very bad day.

‘Hey,’ Isaac says, meeting him before hisfully into the living room, pressing a kiss to Stiles’ lips and wrapping his arms around him. ‘What happened?’

‘I hatehaving werewolf boyfriends,’ Stilesgrumbles even as he buries his face in Isaac’sshoulder.

‘No, youdon’t.’

Stiles huffs, and then shrugs. ‘I don’t know.I worked through lunch without realizing and then I couldn’t get away from my desk to eat andthen all I could think about was the leftover lasagne I stole for lunch–’

‘Atleast we know where that went,’ Isaac mutters.

‘–andthen I couldn’t focus on my work anymore,because all I could think about was that fucking, stupidly delicious lasagne,’ Stiles continues. ‘And then I missed my bus so Ihad to wait fifteen minutes in the freezing rain. And then, when I was finally,truly on my way home, I realized I left the lasagne in the fridge at work.’ He cuddles so close that his nextwords are muffled against Isaac’ssweater. ‘I’m a useless disaster.’

‘No, you’re not,’ Isaacsays, voice firm but gentle. ‘You’re the best part of me.’

‘No, he’s not,’ Ericasays from the other room.

‘If youdon’t have anything useful to say, shutup!’ Isaac shouts at her.

Stiles raises his eyebrows in question.

‘Ericasaid you’re not the best part of me.’

‘Rude,’ Stiles says. He tries to smile, butIsaac can see his face fall a little more. Damnit, Erica.

‘Well,you’re not,’ Ericasays, walking into the living with a smirk on her lips. ‘You guys are the absolute worst parts of each other.You amplify each other’s worsttraits to the point it should make them volatile, but somehow it makes youadorable.’ She joins their hug,pressing herself against Stiles’ backand wrapping her arms around the two men as best she can. ‘You’re like one of those couples who’ve been married for eighty years that are insanely attunedto each other and can go from bickering to super romantic in 0.2 seconds.’

‘We’re awesome,’ Isaac says with a grins, and presses a lingering kiss toStiles’ lips. Stiles’ scent is already mellowing out, andthere’s something that is almost asmile on Stiles’ lip. So maybe Erica doesknow what she’s doing. All they need now is–

‘Are wedoing group hugs now?’ Boydasks as he walks in. He’s stillwearing his jacket, and boots caked with dirt from the preserve. 

‘Shoesoff,’ the three of them say inunison.

‘I know.I know. But I need an answer about the group hugs,’ Boyd says, rolling his eyes. He kicks off his boots andjoins the hug. He presses a kiss to Erica’scheek, and then one to the top of Stiles’ head. ‘Oh,’ he says, probably getting the first good whiff of Stiles’ scent. ‘Badday?’

‘Yeah.Feeling better now, though,’ Stilessays. ‘And kinda hot.’ He wiggles out of the hug. He looksa little rumbled, but there’s aflush to his cheeks, and his scent has mellowed out even more since Boyd camein. ‘I’m gonnamake dinner.’

‘But it’s not your turn,’ Erica says, frowning. Stiles almostnever volunteers for cooking.

‘I know.I just need to feel useful.’

‘Stiles…’ Boyd starts, reaching for hisboyfriend.

‘I know.I am useful. You all love me. Blah, blah, blah,’ Stilessays, evading his grasp.

‘Noblah, blah, blah,’ Boyd says sternly. It’s his ranger voice, the one he useswhen he warns hikers not to litter. ‘Youare useful.’

‘And we do love you,’ Erica follows up. Her hand shoots out and she pullsStiles back in.

‘Ourlives wouldn’t be nearly as amazing if youweren’t in it,’ Isaac says.

‘I loveyou guys, too. Now stop being so nice, you’regonna make me cry,’ Stiles grumbles. His eyes dolook a little watery.

After getting another kiss from everyone, they let Stilesgo. 

‘Let usnow if you need any help,’ Isaaccalls after him.

‘I will.’ Stiles turns and throws him a smile.It’s small, but it’s a start.