Isaac Lahey - Blog Posts
ive been watching the dog motif show... why is no one talking about this guy. isaac lahey come home from france,,,, sweet boy,,,, we miss you,,,
something something isaac lahey losing his older brother as a kid and derek hale also losing his siblings, older and younger. isaac staying loyal to derek long past the point that he probably should've only to ultimately be kicked out by derek very shortly after derek got his actual younger sister back, after directly using isaac as a tool to find her. the show trying to imply that isaac was romantically interested in cora but doing such a half assed job at it that it's both possible and objectively more interesting to interpret his curiosity about her as some kind of jealousy. is this anything?
Teen Wolf Text Posts
Teen Wolf Text Posts
I think Mr. Lahey’s first name should be Tim. Tim Lahey. I have no idea where I came up with that but he just kinda feels like a Tim.
(Teen Wolf x reader)
summary: You wanted a normal life, this isn't normal.
warning: reaincarnation, death, mention of death, overpowered reader, mentien of yn, no name to the reader, maybe poly relationshipes, blood.werewolf. some Angst. Futur Spoliers, for both the series and movie. Some changes in the story. First time writting about teen wolf, some characters are out of character
Chapter 1: Not so broken promise.
_You promised!
You looked at God, for the first time since you had become his messager to the "New world". No, not like the old one, where you used to live, a new earth. An earth that hasn't been destroyed by humans, not yet at least.
You were to protect his favorite beens the humans, from all the other creatures that lived inside and outside the planet. That humans didn't known about, and shouldn't know, no matter the consequences, in exchange he would give you a normal life, somewhere in another dimension.
You didn't care where to go, you just wanted a life,no fighting, a life where you can be selfish. Where you can buy a cottage near the ocean or forest, and maybe start a family, adopt a kid or two. You don't want to get marry so adoption was you solition.
_I know, I know...but..
His voice was inside your head, and you didn't know if it was a female or male. All you you could get from it, was how tired it was.
_but what?
You were tired too, but did you stop, NO, you fought for centuries until the humanity was able to protect itself, and he rewarded by trapping you inside a cube, a fucking cube....You know now how Morpheus felt like.
_but you are my best soldier!
The earth benith you start shaking, and you knew he stood up, or maybe just his hands that moved in frustration.It would have scared you, and it should had,if you weren't blinded by rage.
_I never signed up for this!
True you never signed for any of this, one day you just woke up, and boom you become God's soldier. Three years later he come and ask you to do the dirty job, killing and turtoring. The first time you engaged in a fight, you come back bruised and at the verge of death, and the more and more you continue, the more powerfull you become , making you lean more into your sadistic part, and that when God come again, and offored something you had were greedy for.
Money.
It started with money, and when you were bored of. He offered to give you a family,and the more time past the more you start craving something normal, and God given it to you, except peace, that was the only thing God couldn't give you. The peace to wake up and not have to fight, and you should have known better than to beleive him, when he promised to let you go, once the humans are able to protect themselves.
The power you hold was immense and unbreakbale but to God, it was nothing.
He could have taken it anytime he wanted,so Haven't he?
You shacked you head disapointed, and soon as you meet his "eyes" you found youself doubting him more and more.
Was the devil right, when he said that God was not what you were seeing. At that time, you called him liar, because at that time centuries had passed, and God, who you saw as a friend was the only thing that didn't leave, die, or change.
Now you found yourself, believing the devil over your "friend". Maybe you should have listened to him, and killed yourself. Instead of getting your heart broken, so loudly, that all heaven could hear it. Just like how they can hear him break his promise.
A loud sigh could be here. Before thunder and storm start to pick up.
_FINE!
He screamed, waving his hand encouraging the storm to get stronger, and if it wasn't for your power, you would have been flying like the little angels...poor them.
Seconds passed, and you closed you eyes waiting for punishment for standing against God. No one defien him, no one dared to, and you just did.
Once the storm calmed, you opened your eyes to find yourself, in the middle of a living room. Your dream living room.
Your face light up, as a smile starr to grow more and more, to a point where you face start to hurt, but you couldn't help it.
Jumping around you inspeckted every peace of the room, before running like a headless chiken to see the other room.
There was one kitchen, six bedroom, and each had it own bathroom and balcony. A garden with it door open to the kitchen.
OMG You were jumping around, shringing.
THIS WAS YOUR DREAM HOUSE!
And it was no longer a wish or a dream!
You couldn't beleive it.
_Thank you, thank you, thank you.
You kept screaming, thanking God, for keeping his promise.
Maybe he really wasn't a liar, after all!
Just post the new chapter
Just a idea but here.
Gonna continue immediately.
Same isaac, same...
They are a family, no one can tell me other way.
Boyd would say this probably if he was still alive🙌🏻🛐
I love to slandering my favs
Sterek all the way (っ •̀ ̫•́ )っ♡
A normal day with the gæys
This just made me think of Isaac Lahey 😂
pretentious moment incoming but why is everyone's idea of fashion so fucking boring these days. why the fuck did my manager just ask me "what's with the scarf". "what's with the scarf" fuck man do I need a reason to wear a faggy little scarf now? you could just say "nice scarf man". what's with your attitude
Being Derek Hale’s younger sister would include...
{Requested}
A/N: I’m currently working on new things about this blog, so I’m sorry in advance if I fall behind with my requests.
Being Derek’s little sister would include...
Not being too close to Derek when you were younger
Because your characters were quite similar
Arguing constantly
Talia having to step in before things went too far
Becoming best friends when reaching adolescence
Going to him for advice
Him being protective over you when you got to the date scene
Supporting him on basketball games
Hooking him up with Paige
Comforting him after her death
Taking an instant dislike to Peter, not that you never really did like him
Surviving the fire, and sticking with him
Being a member of his pack, and helping him train his Betas
Flirting with Isaac
Derek not being okay with it
Giving Isaac a hard time
Hale eye roll ™
Tracing each other’s spiral tattoos
Being comfortable with physical affection only with him
Sibling cuddling while watching movies during thunderstorm nights
Working out together, basically competing each other
Becoming an ally of the McCall pack, and eventually joining it
Derek growling at anyone during the pack meetings if they try to flirt with you
Except Stiles, because he knows you have a soft spot for him
Secretly loving when you give Allison death glares, because he knows you hate the Argents twice as he does
Occasionally stealing his car keys
Throwing parties at the loft when he’s out of town
You being the only one able to put him in his place
Evolving at the same time period
Having a very special connection in general, always standing by each other’s side
Protected – Derek Hale x Young! Beta! Reader
Summary: You’re Derek Hale’s 15-year-old Beta. Derek saves you before Gerald Argent kills you.
{Requested}
Pairing: Derek Hale x Young!Beta!Reader (platonic)
Warnings: Gerald Argent, furious Derek, swearing, blood, crying
Word count: 802
Song recommendation: Iron - Woodkid
*Flashback*
“Do you have a death wish, Y/N?” Derek crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe, blocking the exit. You raised an eyebrow, sort of glaring at him.
“Do you?” you talked back at him, smiling coldly. Derek’s jaw clenched as he suppressed the urge to give you a piece of his mind. You had been giving him attitude for the past few days, and even if he was fully aware you disliked being told what to do, he was still your Alpha and had obligation to protect you.
“In case you forgot, Argent has already tried to kill you twice,” he acknowledged. “And failed to do so, twice,” you responded bitterly.
Derek sighed. “I’m only trying to keep you safe, Y/N/N. Please, just listen to me,” he said. Your gaze softened. “I’ll be fine, Derek,” you muttered, making your way out of the loft.
*End of flashback*
You weren’t exactly sure how you had found yourself running through the woods for dear life. There was, however, something you knew for certain: if you made it out alive, you’d never disregard Derek again. You were getting weaker, however, every second that went by. The possibility of you surviving seemed considerably unrealistic.
You hissed in pain, removing an arrow from your abdomen and hurriedly pressing with your hand against the cut to stem the bleeding, only to realize that you had been poisoned with wolf’s bane- you weren’t healing. You were seriously injured, and teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, yet you refused to give up.
“I have to admit, Y/N, you gave me quite a hard time,” Gerald Argent commented, examining your bloodied features. You scoffed, “yeah, well. Facilitating your process of killing me wasn’t exactly on my to-do list,” you replied sarcastically, aching with every breath you took.
“You’re something else, aren’t you? For a newly turned Beta, you’re quite skilled. I’m sure you’re Derek’s favorite,” he pointed out, laughing devilishly. “It’s a shame you have to die this way, so young and innocent.”
Realization hit you. You were really going to die, if you didn’t do something drastic. With every bit of power you had left, you roared. Assuming Derek was searching for you, you had given away your position.
“Your life is completely in my hands; quit testing my boundaries, sweetheart,” Gerald warned, aiming a gun between your eyes. “Do you have any last words?” There was a brief moment of silence.
“Look behind you,” you breathed.
Derek emerged from the shadows, fully turned in his werewolf form. He neared Gerald in no time, instantly disarming him. “You didn’t actually believe I’d let you kill my Beta, did you?” he asked. To say his voice was infuriated, was an understatement. “Hunting her down alone was a seriously bad idea, Argent.”
–
“SON OF A-” you cried, immediately waking up. “Hold her still!” Deaton shouted, pressing a syringe in your carotid, which you supposed contained the antidote for Aconitum. The pain was sending you over the edge, causing you to dig your claws in your Alpha’s skin, who held your hands pinned against the cold metal table.
After a few moments that felt like centuries, the veterinarian removed the needle from your neck. He gently pressed a cotton pad soaked in rubbing alcohol to where he injected you and gave you a sympathetic smile. “You almost died. Welcome back,” he simply said, earning a chuckle from you.
Deaton shot a knowing look at Derek. “I’m sure you two have a lot to discuss.” Derek nodded lightly, and Allan hustled out of the room, leaving you alone with your Alpha.
He wasn’t protective over you only because you were his Beta. He was protective over you because you were his anchor. There was something, in that intractable character of yours, that brought out the best of him. He felt responsible for you, as your Alpha and as your guardian. You were the closest person he had to a family. He needed to know you were safe. The idea of your getting hurt terrified him.
“Did you kill him?” your croaked voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Derek smiled half-heartedly at you. “No, I didn’t. The Argents don’t deserve this kind of mercy,” he answered. “Right,” you whispered, avoiding eye contact.
You wrapped your hands around Derek’s neck and rested your head in his chest. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, and he could already feel your tears moistening his shirt as he rubbed your back, trying to calm you down.
“It’s alright,” he said comfortingly. “Just, don’t be so stubborn next time.”
“I promise,” you breathed. “Can we go home now?” Derek nodded and kissed your forehead, picking you up. The familiar warmth of his body soothed you to sleep, finally feeling protected in his embrace.