Teen Wolf Imagines and Oneshots

Stiles x Isaac | Déjà Vu

"Come on in, dad!" Stiles called at the knock, turning to find a soaked Isaac instead. "Hey woah, what happened? I'll get you a towel, you must be freezing!" Stiles slipped past him to grab a towel, hanging it over the taller boys shoulders. Isaac was silent, eyes glazed over as he stood there. Stiles came up to the other and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Isaac?" Stiles said in concern. He snapped back to reality at the touch, flinching back from it.

"I'm sorry, I kinda...zoned out. Can I stay?"

"Yeah, man. But you're dripping everywhere, so how about you give me your clothes and I'll put them into the dyer. You can borrow something of mine. I'm sure something with fit." Stiles said, and Isaac nodded gently as he used the towel to dry his hair, toeing his wet shoes off.

"You wanna talk about it?" Stiles said hesitantly, watching the other.

"Talk about what?" Isaac mumbled, throwing his shirt off and watching it make a wet plop on Stiles carpet. He instantly picked it back up, as if afraid to leave it there.

"About what ever's got your feathers so ruffled. Or should I say, what ever's got your tail between your legs?" Stiles joked lightly.

"It's nothing, Stiles." The boy fiddled with his jean button, getting frustrated when it wouldn't open and ripping the bronze button off with a huff.

"Sure, nothing." Stiles remarked sarcastically, taking the wet socks, shirt and eventually jeans with him to the dryer. When he got back, Isaac was wearing Stiles sweatpants that cut off halfway down his calf, and a grey pyjama shirt. Stiles watched the other boy, how he stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot as he looked around.

"Would you... Like to sit?"

"Yes! Yes, that would be nice..." Isaac looked between the chair and the bed before choosing the bed, legs crossed on the sheets. Stiles came and sat by him. He hesitantly placed his hand over the others, patting it in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. Isaac smiled lightly at that, cupping Stiles hand in his and squeezing.

"Do you want to talk now?"

"It's really, nothing important...Just déjà vu." Isaac mumbled distantly, closing his eyes and tilting his head to rest it on the other boys shoulder.

"Like 'I've done that before' déjà vu, or...'my dad did that to me' kind of déjà vu?" Stiles asked softly, hand reaching out to scrap his nails lightly against Isaac's scalp. Isaac smiled lightly, moving his face to bury it in Stiles neck. Stiles always smelt like joy and humour, which was strange to Isaac, because how could someone smell like that? He didn't know, but either way it was comforting to have that smell longer even in his sadness and anger.

"My dad did that to me kind." Isaac sighed.

"He can't hurt you anymore, you know that, right?"

"I know. It doesn't mean Derek can't." The pads of Stiles fingertips pressed against his nape, not hurting him, but obviously suppressing his anger.

"What did he do?" Stiles voice grew with protectiveness, as if he was ready to destroy any threat to Isaac. It almost made Isaac giggle like a school girl who had met her knight in shining armour (well, in this in case, his nerd in a red hoodie).

"He was asking me to leave. I asked him if I made him mad, and he just...He threw a glass at me. And all I could think of was the day my dad died, how he threw a cup at me and it shattered and...I just felt like I was there again. Afraid. I hate being afraid." Isaac nosed Stiles jaw, breathing in the distinct scent of Stiles as he slipped his arms around his waist. The anti dandruff shampoo, the cheap lavender soap and perspiration that stuck to the humans neck.

"...You don't have have to be afraid of me." Stiles ran his fingers through Isaac's hair again, gentle and lingering. "Or Derek once I yell at him to hell and back. If things get back to the way it was again, just tell me. I'll find a way for you to leave Derek's pack, and you can make a pack with Scott and I." Stiles grin was infectious and his words endearing.

"Thank you, Stiles." Isaac smiled. "I think that's why I like you. Because you don't scare me. Even Scott scares a bit at times, but you never can. You understand...you understand and it makes it too hard to be scared of you."

"Or maybe it's because I'm a fragile human." Stiles joked.

"Maybe." Isaac chuckled. "You're smart though. It makes up for your lack of strength."

"I'm glad you think so." Isaac lifted his face from Stiles neck to nuzzled his temple. If he listened hard enough, he could hear the rush of blood into the others cheeks, the way his heart began to race.

"...Am I making you uncomfortable?" Isaac frowned lightly.

"No, this is just kinda...intimate."

"We've been hugging the last few minutes."

"I know, I just noticed though I guess..." He could tell the other wasn't lying.

"Stiles?" He began to pull away.

"Yeah?" Stiles turned to him, confused, when their noses bumped together. Isaac was the one to move the inch forward and seal his lips over Stiles. He almost laughed at the squeak the other boy made, squeezing his waist lightly as he tangled his fingers in milk chocolate brown locks. It was long enough to cover his fingers, but short enough for them not to get suffocated or trapped.

He moved his lips against Stiles softly, smiling when he responded hesitantly, fingers in his curly hair tighten. Isaac's broke the kiss a few moments later, letting the red faced boy breathe. His eyes stared into amber brown ones before Stiles left out a long groan and flopped back on his bed, covering his face with his hands.

"What's wrong?" Had Isaac read Stiles feelings wrong?

"Stop looking like that!" Stiles whined.

"Like what?" Isaac tilted his head in confusion, eyes softening with sadness. Did Stiles not like him?

"Like that! The tragic kicked puppy look Scott gives me! You two are evil." Isaac furrowed his brows. "Again! Stop being adorable, man."

"Uh...sorry?" Stiles grabbed his face, pressing their foreheads together.

"Look, I'm gonna say this once, and only once. So listen up."

"Okay." Isaac blinked in surprise.

"Okay." Stiles took a deep breath. "I like you. Like, really like you. Like, wanna kiss you and hold your hand and go on boring study dates together that always end up as hot makeover session as a teenage, because who even likes studying? It's boring. Anyway, I like you Isaac, so please be my more than friend person." Stiles rambled.

"More than friend person?" Isaac chuckled. "You mean, boyfriend?"

"Ugh, that's such a sappy word. But yes. Boyfriend with a capital D."

"Boyfriends spelt with a B, Stiles."

"I know." Stiles deadpanned. "So, what'd you say?"

"Yes, Stiles, I'll be your 'more than friend person'." Isaac huffed in amusement.

"Good, because that was super embarrassing." Stiles' face was red, showing his honesty in the fact.

"I know how to make it less so."

Isaac captured Stiles lips before he could ramble again.

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