I know I'm late, but... Isaac Lahey and "I'm sorry"? I didn't see the post until now.
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There was a time you thought Isaac Lahey was an unreachable asshole with no feelings, hiding behind his too cocky smile and leather jacket.
By now you knew that wasn’t true even though he could still be an unbelievable asshole. Like right now.
Being stood up wasn’t anything new. With a different monster every week and Derek Hale being all “I’m the alpha. You train when I want. Don’t care about your private life” it sometimes was just unpreventable.
But for goodness sake it was your fucking anniversary and he promised to be there, on time! But still you were sitting on you’re porch for over 20 minutes now. You didn’t want to go back inside in case he got there at right that moment.
Another 10 minutes later and you were done. How fucking dare he. Standing up with a huff you went back inside your home, going straight to your room to get out of the fancy clothes and into something more suitable for inevitable heartbreak.
After watching a movie, but not paying attention at all because you kept checking your phone, actually being worried by now, you decided to go to sleep.
It was harder than usual. For one being angry with Isaac on another point being so worried for his wellbeing. But when you heard your window slide open and not a second later feeling the unmistakable figure of your boyfriend cuddling up against you, the anger won by a mile.
You could tell that Isaac was picking up on your emotions, his grip on you becoming softer and more hesitant. “Are you alright Y/N” You just let out another huff, not gracing him with sound of your voice.
“Did I do something wrong?” “Where were you?” “With Scott and Stiles. I told you about that”
Turning out of his grip completely you sat up, not wanting to touch right now. “For a fact you didn’t tell me about your plans with Scott and Stiles. Also you fucking stood me up! Again! On our fucking anniversary!”
“Our anniversary is next week”, he whispered. “No it’s not you damn doofus” Carefully he sat up too and pulled you into his arms pressing a kiss into your hair, which you only allowed because his hugs were amazing damn it.
“I’m sorry” “That’s not gonna do it Lahey” “I’ll babysit your cousin for a month” “A year” “3 months” “And you’ll make this up to me with the best damn date ever” “Promise” “If you forget about me once more Lahey, it will be over in a heartbeat” “It’s good that I will never stand you up again then”
After a few minutes of silence he pressed another kiss against your shoulder. “I’m really so sorry. I feel awful” You let out an overdramatic sigh. “It’s okay. I love you” “I love you too”