Teen Wolf Imagines

You're not your father - Isaac

"I fucking hate you, Isaac!" You screamed, shoving him backwards, making him stumble a bit. You weren't even sure what you and your boyfriend were fighting about. It was a mixture of things really. Things like him constantly being with Scott and his pack, practically forgetting you existed and things like how he always pushed you away from pack ordeals because you were 'just a human' which you called bullshit because Stiles was human and one of the most important people in Scott's pack. It had gotten to the point where you just believed Isaac didn't want to be around you anymore. You thought he just wanted you out of his life and that's what you were going to give him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Isaac yelled, looking at you with pure rage is his eyes after having you confront him about God knows what. Only you really had a clue.

"I'm fucking done! You've been pushing me away for months and I'm fucking tired of it! I'm starting to think all you care about is Scott and Derek!" You say, turning on your heel to march up the stairs of Scott's house, where Isaac had been staying and where you had practically made yourself at home.

"Where are you going?" Isaac called angrily behind you as he followed you.

"I'm leaving!" You shouted, entering Isaac's room and shutting the door before he could enter. You locked it although you were sure the lock was no match for Isaac's raging wolf strength.

"[Y/N], open the fucking door!" Isaac ordered, slamming his fist into the door so roughly it created a large crack splitting down the door. You jumped back and stared at the door, your breath shallow at Isaac's destructive actions.

You opted to stay quiet as you pursed your lips and grabbed your bag and that's when you realized just how much you were shaking with rage, anger, and now fear knowing Isaac's anger was getting the best of him. You walked over to the dresser and grabbed all of your clothes out of it while Isaac stayed silent on the other side of the door, trying to calm himself hopefully.

Once you had finished shoving your clothing into the bag, you zipped it up and picked it up, walking towards the door. But before you opened it you spotted a framed photo on the dresser of you and Isaac. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at the photo of him kissing your cheek. You grabbed the frame and threw it to the ground, shattering the glass that protected the photo.

You swung the door open to find Isaac leaning against the wall just across the door with his fists clenched. "And where exactly are you going to go?" Isaac asked in a dangerously calm voice, crossing his arms over his chest while you avoided eye contact with him, going descend the stairs.

"I don't know. Stiles', maybe. I mean, after all, we are both just human." You gritted through your teeth.

"Stiles? Of all people? Stiles?" His voice was beginning to raise again. "Stiles can't protect you from shit, [Y/N]!"

You felt your blood boil as you spun around, facing the boy who had just reached the bottom of the stairs. "He'd do a lot more protecting than you have! You've been avoiding me constantly, Isaac! At least I know Stiles wouldn't fucking ignore me!" You screamed, throwing your empty hand up in the air while turning around to grab the door handle.

"Fuck!" Isaac screamed from beside you before you fell to the floor as a lamp crashed into the wall a few feet beside you. You covered your face from the flying glass shards before uncovering your face slowly to look up at Isaac in pure terror. Never once in your relationship had he gotten violent and you were terrified that it had gotten to this point.

Isaac stood there with his hands near his face, shaking from fear after realizing what he had done. "[Y/N], I-I'm so sorry." He pleaded, tears threatening his eyes. Your face contorted in immense sadness as you felt tears burning your eyes. You pushed yourself to your feet and quickly exited the house, running to your car before Isaac could follow you.

You were at Stiles' house, sitting in his room as you sobbed into his pillows while he sat behind you, rubbing your back. "I've never seen him like this, Stiles." You cried out as you looked at Stiles over the pillow.

"[Y/N], I honestly don't know what to say. I can't say that maybe he's just having a rough patch because that definitely doesn't excuse what he did." Stiles said sighing before twiddling his fingers together.

"I-I don't know what to do. I'm scared to stay away from him because he might try to hurt himself." You told Stiles, knowing that Isaac was emotionally unstable when it came to bumpy relationships.

Stiles frowned just as the doorbell rang to his house. "I-I'll go get it." Stiles said, standing up while giving you one more comforting touch to your shoulder. You nodded and sighed, bringing your knees to your chest tightly.

Stiles disappeared down the stairs and only moments after he did, you heard him raise his voice at whoever was at the door. "Isaac, I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to fucking see you right now." Your heart stopped at the name Stiles called out. You clutched onto the pillow tighter as you heard Stiles call out "Isaac, wait! No!" making you furrow your eyebrows and your body tense up until you heard footsteps stomping up the stairs.

Isaac barged through the door, making you flinch slightly as he slammed it shut, locking it before Stiles could reach it to intrude. "[Y/N], please. You have to listen to me." Isaac begged and he stepped towards you but you pushed yourself further back away from him. "[Y/N], please." He begged again in a soft whisper, leaning down to place his knees on the bed. Your eyes flickered between his blue ones that were reddened from crying. You sighed and nodded slightly, watching as he reached his hands up carefully, placing them gently on each side of your face.

"Isaac..." You called, closing your eyes as you tried not to show that you sort of enjoyed his touch.

"Listen to me. I know what I did was wrong. So fucking wrong. I should have never even raised my voice at you much less threw something at you. I'm so sorry, I don't think I could say that enough. I-I came here to tell you this because...because I don't want you thinking that I'm turning into my father." Isaac pleaded through broken sobs.

Your eyes shot open as you looked at him with disbelief. "I-Isaac, you're never going to be your father." You said, leaning up onto your knees and placing your hands on both sides of his face like he was doing to you. "You're not your father." You whispered, looking into his eyes that had filled up with tears. He nodded as he pursed his lips together,closing his eyes as he nuzzled his face further into your touch that seemed to calm him immensely.

"I don't want to lose you. I love you so much. I honestly don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Isaac said as he leaned his body forward, pressing his forehead to yours while inhaling your scent.

"I-I love you too." You whispered, leaning down and pressing your lips to his gently, making him only press further into you, desperate to suck every emotion other than content right out of you.

"[Y/N], are you okay?" Stiles asked calmly from the other side, reminding you that he was even there in the first place. You pulled away from Isaac while staring deeply into his eyes.

"I'm fine." You called out, never breaking your eye contact from Isaac, making him smile softly before he pressed another kiss to your lips.