So fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins/Holding on to yourself the best you can.
I stay in the Stisaac tag. Like constantly. Can I just pay rent or something? Because I’m probably never going to leave…
Just a friendly reminder that I fall more in love with stisaac and the stisaac fandom on a daily basis.
i don’t understand how anyone can dislike the stisaac fandom you guys are literally made of rainbows and cookies and i just really love you all
Title: i’m breathing in the chemicals
Word Count: 4132
Warnings: Underage drinking, recreational drug use, panic attacks, mentions of past abuse
Summary : Stiles Stilinski did not like Isaac Lahey. This was an indisputable fact, one that had existed from the very first time Stiles had laid eyes on the guy and one that wasn’t bound to change anytime soon.
Or so he thought.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was well aware that he didn’t really know what the fuck he was doing. He had never even thought about kissing Isaac but whether it was the alcohol or the weed or simply the fact that the guy knew exactly what it was like to feel your chest caving in on your lungs, Stiles didn’t really want to stop anytime soon. He threaded a hand into Isaac’s hair, fingers snagging in his curls and in return, Isaac nipped at the corner of his mouth, tugging the already swollen skin between his teeth before he backed away slightly, warm breath brushing over Stiles’ cheek.
Your stisaac thing about butterfly kisses was really cute, but butterfly kisses aren't actual kisses. It's when you flutter your eyelashes against someone's face so that it feels like the flapping of butterfly wings.
(well that was an oops, so thanks for letting me know anon! here, have a little something to add on to that post to make things more real. for context, original post here)
what stiles doesn’t tell isaac is that he has no idea what butterfly kisses are either
because, to be honest, there’s no one left who would even consider giving him any
and he doesn’t remember if his mother ever did, since he was too old for kisses, Mom, you’re embarrassing me, and oh, doesn’t he regret saying such things
but at least he’s actually heard of butterfly kisses before, and if a little white lie can make isaac this happy, then stiles just can’t wait to tell him about hummingbird kisses, and penguin kisses, and koala kisses
of course, this will all be for the sake of isaac’s emotional well-being; the possible reciprocation of such kisses is just an unexpected bonus for stiles
this is what stiles tells himself in hopes that it will make him selfless enough to deserve his precious wolf and the love that comes with him
of course, there’s only so much selflessness stiles can claim to posses when he’s not even generous enough to be able to love isaac back
but that’s neither here nor there when stiles is in isaac’s arms, and his lips are on isaac’s own, and their hearts are becoming butterflies in their chests, straining on delicate wings towards each other
Stiles & Isaac (or Scott idk) having an intense game of chicken that may or may not lead to an intense make-out session in front of the pack. (also: Sassy Derek is always a good thing, so, you know)
Stiles mostly stuck around for training as a support system for Isaac and Scott because he really did feel bad for them. Derek was tough and Stiles knew that Isaac didn’t take it all that well, hell, he had trouble during lacrosse practice.
So he was usually extra nice to Isaac when he took a break to let his bones heal, always complimenting him on how well he did and already having a bottle of water and a protien bar ready, but today, Lahey was being a snarky little brat.
Stiles shivering so hard because he still can’t get warm, so Isaac takes off his scarf and wraps it around Stiles’ neck.
… and then he gets his backup scarf and wraps that around him too.
for the most wonderful, patient anon to ever exist
Stiles isn’t sure when it happens. Maybe it was the day Isaac showed up to Scott’s house in a pair of sweatpants that hung just a little too low on his hips. Maybe it was when he would pull off his shirt in the locker room, and Stiles found himself looking for just a little longer than normal. Maybe it was the time he gave Isaac and Scott a ride and Isaac spent the whole time going through Stiles’ CD collection and talking about music and Stiles realized Isaac actually had really good taste. Whatever it is, Stiles finds himself sitting next to Isaac on the bench at the lacrosse game, feeling like he chased a double dose of adderall with a half a case of red bull.