teen wolf preferences and imagines

isaacxreader

Isaac rolled over in bed, sliding his hand up your bare arm. You sighed, snuggling into his chest. He traced simple designs on your shoulder and back, feeling the smooth skin under his fingers. Your fingers slid up his stomach, sliding across his side and over his back.

He propped himself up on one arm. "Hi beautiful. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Hmm," you blinked slowly. "Hey puppy. No, you didn't. I've been up for hours." You yawned.

He smiled. "Really?"

"Mmhmm" you mumbled, snuggling deeper under the covers and pulling the strap of your tank top back onto your shoulder.

"So you meant all the stuff that you were saying earlier?" Isaac asked innocently.

"What?" You asked, your eyes snapping open. "What did I say?"

"Oh nothing." Isaac lay back down, rolling over.

You grabbed his shoulder, leaning over him so that you were hanging off the bed, your face only inches from his. "Isaac Lahey, you tell me what I said or so help me god I will-" he pulled your head down, silencing you with a kiss.

You pulled away, flinging yourself to the other end of the bed with a sigh.

He laughed. "You said you loved-" he said teasingly, rolling over.

The words caught in his throat. He stilled, eyes glued on the man who had you locked in his arms. His breath stopped as he realized who it was. His father had one hand knotted into your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your throat. The piece of glass in his other hand dug into your neck, drawing blood.

You hissed through your teeth, eyes wide with fear.

"Let her go." Isaac said, still frozen on the bed.

Mr. Lahey tilted his head to the side, raising one eyebrow. His hand twitched, causing the glass to dig into your neck, and blood rolled down your throat and chest, staining the top of your tank top. Your pulse fluttered in your throat, and your body trembled as you tried to keep from moving, holding your breath so the glass wouldn't dig deeper into your windpipe.

"Isaac," Mr. Lahey scolded, "why did you run away?"

Isaac's eyes widened. "What?"

"It's your fault you know." His father said. "You killed me."

"No I didn't." Isaac shook his head. "Jackson killed you. Because Matt wanted him to. It's not my fault."

"Don't lie to me." His father said. You let out a small gasp as the shard dug deeper into your neck.

"Stop!" Isaac cried. "It isn't my fault. Leave her alone."

His hand tightened on the glass, and blood drip,
drip,
dripped onto the floor. Your eyes widened as the man shook your shoulders angrily.

"Isaac," you whispered, your voice shaking.

"You know you did this. It's your own fault. You brought this upon yourself. Why couldn't you just be better Isaac? Why couldn't you be like your brother?"

"I'm sorry!" Isaac cried, holding his hands up. "But I can't fix this now. I can't change anything. Just let her go, please."

"Well," Mr. Lahey's arm pulled back slightly, "since you asked so nicely."