"You can't dress up like a witch for Halloween," Isaac scoffed, rolling his eyes from where he was lounging on Stiles' bed. He was browsing through costume ideas on his computer, killing time before they were going to head out to see a movie. Of course he would naturally gravitate to that theme. It was kind of a huge part of his life.

"Why not? I would rock the pointy hat," Stiles argued, clicking over to the accessories page. He wasn't really feeling the dress part, but it would come in handy if they started feeling a little frisky at the party.

"That would be like me dressing up as a werewolf. Feels like drawing too much attention and borrowing trouble. And call me crazy, but I've enjoyed the peacefulness of our lives recently. It would be really nice to keep it that way." Isaac did have a point there. After dealing with Ms. Blake, Beacon Hills had been quiet. They hadn't even heard of any new werewolves passing through, with Derek and Chris Argent keeping tabs on stuff like that through their own channels. Beacon Hills had gone back to the sleepy little town that Stiles had always thought it was, before everything happened. But he didn't relax fully.

Stiles worked on his witchcraft constantly, wanting to be as prepared as possible for anything that came up. It was easier now, since he didn't have to hide it from his dad. He wasn't exactly thrilled about everything yet, but he was getting used to it. It helped that he had good examples of the supernatural around him, not like when Stiles and Scott first found out. His dad just had a rule of no magic during family time, which was fine by Stiles. As long as Isaac was still included in that scenario, he'd agree to anything.

Their relationship was as strong as ever. If they weren't already inseparable before, they definitely were now. Ever since Stiles had given Isaac the ring and they exchanged "I love yous," a day hadn't gone by where they hadn't seen each other. Isaac was still living at Derek's, but the Stilinski house had become a gathering place as well. It wasn't out of the ordinary for Boyd and Erica to show up with Isaac to hang out, or Lydia and Allison to be helping Scott with his homework at the kitchen table. Everyone being together was nice, but he did relish in his time alone with Isaac. They were currently waiting for his dad to leave so they could hopefully enjoy their time even more before it was time to leave and meet up with Scott and Allison.

"We could always tell people you're a puppy," Stiles smirked. He heard Isaac growl and the next thing Stiles knew, he was on his back on the bed with his boyfriend hovering over him. Isaac had that look on his face that told Stiles he was about to have a few new marks on his body.

"Don't call me a puppy. Puppies bite," Isaac warned, nipping at Stiles' lip. Stiles moaned in response, before pressing his lips together.

"Don't start with me while Dad's home. You know how I get." Isaac had a way of making noises come out of him that he didn't even know he possessed. And for a guy who was always making noise, that was saying a lot.

"He already left," Isaac murmured against his ear, making him shiver.

"Without saying goodbye? That doesn't sound like him," Stiles panted, squirming as Isaac pressed feather-light kisses along his neck.

"He did, it was just only loud enough for me to hear it," Isaac smirked against his skin. After a few days of wariness around each other, Isaac and Stiles' dad were actually closer. Maybe it was seeing how far Isaac was willing to go to protect them. Or coming to terms with the fact that the kid he'd come to care about and welcome into his home had already been a werewolf since day one. Either way, most of the nervousness that Isaac had around him was gone. They weren't at the fishing buddies stage or anything, but it was comfortable.

"Then why are you still talking? There are much more important things your mouth could be doing." Isaac took that as a challenge, yanking off Stiles' shirt before he could even blink. He started sucking a mark into Stiles' chest, making his eyes roll around in pleasure. "Are we sure you're a werewolf and not a vampire?"

"Maybe I'm both," Isaac replied, soothing the slight sting with his tongue. "But I'm not planning on sucking your blood."

"Oh fuck," Stiles gasped, biting his lip as Isaac slowly kissed his way down his body. Isaac was just fingering the clasp on his belt when Stiles' phone started ringing on the nightstand next to his head. "Oh fuck."

"Ignore it," Isaac grunted, dipping his tongue into Stiles' belly button.

"Nothing good ever comes from not answering a phone call."

"Remember when you answered Scott's call and I ended up full of arrows?"

"Unfortunately I do, but that's not going to happen this time," Stiles insisted, groaning when he saw it was in fact Scott calling this time as well. "Scott?"

"Hey, you busy?" Scott asked, sounding peppy over the phone. He probably wasn't interrupting his own fun for this call, the bastard.

"Sort of," Stiles sighed, frowning when Isaac leaned back and stopped touching him. "What's up?"

"So, Allison's car is making a weird noise and Chris is going to take it to the mechanic. She was going to drive us to the mall to meet up with you guys for the movie."

"Okay. Can't you take your bike?"

"Allison hates riding on the back of my bike. And she was kind of planning on buying a few things before the movie, but she can't exactly carry it while riding on the back."

"Fine!" Stiles said in exasperation. Whose idea was it to go to this stupid movie anyway? "But you're paying for our movie snacks."

"Deal," Scott agreed happily.

"I'm getting the biggest Icee," Isaac muttered petulantly, rolling off the bed to grab Stiles' shirt off the floor where he'd thrown it. He felt like he was going to need to pour an Icee over his head before he was fit to be out in public again.

"Be ready by the time I get there. If you're not in the jeep within a minute, I'm leaving you," Stiles warned.

"Why do you sound so pissy? What were you- oh. Oh! Dude!"

"Shut up!"

"Really?"

"Goodbye Scott!" Stiles hissed, hitting end on the phone call with more force than necessary. There was nothing wrong with being in a loving, sexually active relationship. Scott couldn't act like he and Allison didn't do the same.

"Scott McCall strikes again," Isaac sighed, scratching under Winnie's chin as he bent down to grab his shoes. Stiles zoned out for a second as he appreciated the view. Maybe there was a bit of traffic on the roads and they were going to be a few minutes late?

"How about we see what we can accomplish in five minutes with four hands between us?" Stiles proposed, leaning back on his elbows as he stared seductively at Isaac. Isaac perked back up, twisting his head to look at him.

"I love the way you think," Isaac growled, pouncing back onto the bed.

"I'm the idea guy, remember?" Stiles smirked, pulling Isaac down into a kiss. Quickies weren't really their thing, but they could make it work. The next time they were alone with each other, it was on.

Stiles pulled up to Scott's house 15 minutes later with a satisfied grin on his face and a completely different outfit. Things had gotten a little messy, but that was okay. Luckily Isaac kept a few articles of clothing in the Stilinski house as well, so he was able to grab a fresh shirt too. Quickies were awesome.

Scott and Allison were waiting for them outside, which Stiles appreciated. They hopped into the jeep as soon as he stopped and Stiles saw Scott sniff the air and give them both a look. Scott was too nosy sometimes.

"Thanks for the ride and sorry for interrupting whatever you were up to," Allison said politely, although her cheeks turned a tad bit pink.

"Don't worry, they finished," Scott mumbled, buckling his seatbelt.

"Dude!" Stiles exclaimed, glaring at him in the rearview mirror. They used to be able to keep secrets and now Scott was just casually talking about his dick to Allison? Stiles wasn't the master of boundaries, but that was pushing it. Scott shrugged in faux innocence, before turning his attention to Allison. Stiles was about to keep arguing when Isaac reached over and started massaging the back of his neck. Isaac's touch always calmed him, so he took a moment to breathe deeply. It wasn't that big of a deal. And there was always a chance for revenge.

When they got to the mall they went their separate ways, planning to meet up outside of the theater before the movie started. Following Allison as she shopped wasn't exactly Stiles' idea of fun. She wasn't as bad as Scott, like the time he took forever to pick out a trinket for his mom, but there were much better things he could do with his time.

"Remember the first date we had here?" Isaac asked, linking their hands together as they walked past random shops.

"How could I forget? It was one of my favorite days," Stiles replied, smiling up at him. If he could live in these moments for the rest of his life, they would never grow old.

"Mine too. Are you gonna win me another stuffed animal and buy me ice cream?"

"Where are my perks?" Stiles asked with a pout.

"I've found my strengths are in the bedroom," Isaac grinned, letting their hips graze ever so slightly.

"You are not wrong," Stiles agreed. For someone with no prior experience, Isaac was a quick study. Maybe it was the werewolf senses that tuned him into Stiles' heartbeat and changes in breathing, but he knew exactly what to do and exactly how to do it. Added in that he was selfless to a fault. Isaac's own pleasure was the last thing on his mind. He enjoyed everything he did, but Stiles was always his priority. It was a good thing Stiles had that same instinct.

They wandered into a Halloween shop that popped up in one of the empty stores for the season. This particular holiday had never been a big priority for Stiles before, but now that pretty much every day was Halloween for them, it had a certain charm. It was the one day of the year that everyone was sort of in on the secret, even though they didn't know it was really real.

"You think we could get Derek to dress up as a clown?" Isaac asked, poking at a giant rainbow wig.

"I'm gonna say probably not," Stiles snorted, considering a pair of cat ears. Would Winnie be offended by them? "Should we all do a theme?"

"I don't think I'm going to dress up," Isaac mumbled, flicking at the cloth hanging from a mummy display.

"What? You have to. Why wouldn't you?" Stiles asked. "Being the only one not in costume will make you stick out like a sore thumb. And how will we be voted cutest couple at the dance if you aren't dressed up?"

"That's not even a thing," Isaac chuckled, shaking his head. "And besides, aren't we a little too old to be dressing up for Halloween?"

"Aw, is my big, bad boyfriend too cool for costumes? Will you need to go back to being leather jacket Isaac for a while to balance things out?" Stiles teased, wrapping Isaac up from behind. Isaac brushed his fingertips lightly over Stiles' arm, leaning back into his hold.

"The last time I dressed up for Halloween was the year before my mom died. We didn't really celebrate anything after that," Isaac said softly. Stiles pressed his forehead against Isaac's back, between his shoulder blades.

"Oh."

"I've just gotten so used to ignoring all the holidays, since my dad never did anything."

"You've got us now. You aren't going to be alone for anything anymore," Stiles quietly insisted. He hadn't even thought of what holidays must've been like for Isaac. He was too busy focusing on fun.

"I know. And I love you for that. Please don't let me ruin your enjoyment," Isaac sighed. Stiles spun him around so they were face to face.

"You could never ruin anything. As long as I get to have you, it's perfect," Stiles said, reaching up to cup Isaac's face. "And if you really don't want to dress up, you don't have to. We can stay home and watch scary movies and ignore trick or treaters."

"No, I want to go. You've been looking forward to it and my messed up past shouldn't ruin that for you. I just don't know about some big costume."

"Hey, I can get with the baby steps," Stiles replied, reaching over to pluck a pair of fake glasses off one of the shelves. He slid them onto Isaac's face, tilting his head in contemplation. "Voila! You're a professor."

"Really?" Isaac snickered.

"Or you can put on one of your scarves and carry around an easel and be a French artist?" Stiles proposed.

"Oui oui," Isaac chuckled.

"Either way, we still have some time to figure it out," Stiles said, leading them back out of the store. He stopped Isaac once they got outside, looking up at him seriously. "You know you can tell me anything, right? It's your right to suffer in silence, but you don't have to anymore."

"I know. I'm just scared I'm going to mess up our good moments with all my crap. Like I should always be happy. And I'm the happiest I've ever been, without question. That's why dumb things that pop up like this are so frustrating."

"It's not dumb. There is no shame in struggling. You're still the strongest person I know."

"Not as strong as you," Isaac murmured, pressing his lips to Stiles' forehead.

"How about we call it even, since it's time to meet up with Allison and Scott?"

"Good idea," Isaac agreed, throwing his long arm over Stiles' shoulder and holding him close as they walked toward the theater. They'd probably never fully get over some of the stuff they'd experienced, but they would help each other carry the weight.

Scott and Allison were waiting with the tickets by the time they got there. Allison had a few bags at her feet, but nothing that would've been impossible to carry on the back of a bike. Perhaps a bit unsafe, but not impossible.

"Don't worry, there are no zombies this time," Scott said with a grin as he handed over their tickets.

"I'm never going to live that down, am I?" Isaac grumbled, glaring over at Scott.

"Don't tease," Allison chastised, slapping Scott on the shoulder. "You wouldn't want anyone to make fun of you for crying when we watched Dumbo a few weeks ago."

"Allison! You said you wouldn't tell!" Scott hissed, closing his eyes in embarrassment.

"Dumbo? Really?" Stiles snorted, enjoying his best friend's discomfort. Sweet revenge for that earlier interruption.

"There were some really sad parts!" Scott said defensively.

"I'm not arguing that, but why were you watching it in the first place?"

"We were having a Disney night," Scott mumbled.

"You'll have a Disney night with Allison, but you won't have a Star Wars night with me? I'm your best friend. I feel so offended right now," Stiles said dramatically.

"I'm sure you do a lot of things with Isaac that you don't do with me," Scott shot back, before his face screwed up in horror. "I didn't mean it like that!"

"Isaac, would you like to head inside with me?" Allison asked, raising her eyebrows. "Leave the boys to their flirting?"

"Sounds like a plan. Your boyfriend owes me a very large Icee," Isaac agreed, gesturing for Allison to lead the way. Stiles watched them go, as Scott's face got redder and redder.

"We aren't flirting," Scott muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Of course not. As if you'd stand a chance with me," Stiles huffed, tossing invisible hair over his shoulder as he turned and walked away. He heard Scott grumbling under his breath as he trailed behind him. Something about Allison abandoning him and Isaac bleeding him dry. Stiles loved his friends.

They finally made it to their seats, with Isaac loaded down with a ton of snacks. Stiles could practically see the cobwebs in Scott's empty wallet. Scott was pouting, but he hadn't noticed the twenty that Isaac had slipped into his jacket pocket. Isaac was too nice to take all of Scott's money. Stiles had no such qualms.

They silenced their cell phones as the previews started. Not much looked very appealing, but there was one action movie preview that Stiles nudged Isaac's arm in question about. Isaac nodded in response, confirming a tentative plan for them to go see it when it came out. Just one more thing to look forward to doing together.

The movie that they were there to see finally started playing. It was a superhero movie that was pretty much required viewing these days. Everyone at school had been talking about it and even Erica and Boyd gave it rave reviews. Stiles couldn't let them be more in the know than him, so he insisted on going to see it as well.

It was loud and flashy and action packed. Not exactly Oscar worthy, but just what they needed to forget the world for a couple hours. Stiles knew he wouldn't go for it, but he couldn't help imagining Isaac wearing one of those tight superhero outfits. Maybe if he promised it was for their eyes only. Stiles would owe him big time, but he always paid his dues in the bedroom.

"That was amazing!" Scott gushed as they all filed out of the theater. "When the guy did that flip in the air and then the other one caught him!"

"It wasn't that impressive. I could probably do the same," Stiles scoffed.

"Yeah right!" Scott laughed. So he couldn't exactly fly, but he could make things float a little. That was cooler than any fake thing they saw on screen.

"What should we do next? Dinner? My treat," Allison offered, tilting her head in the direction of the food court.

"I'm kind of stuffed after all those snacks Scott got me, but I guess I could eat," Isaac smirked, pulling out his phone as Scott started ranting about how many hours he was going to have to put in at the clinic to make up for what he spent. Stiles was laughing along until he realized Isaac had stopped following him. He turned to see what the hold up was when he saw the look on his face. Something was wrong.

"What happened?" Stiles asked, rushing over to him. Isaac looked up from his phone, tilting the screen so Stiles could see. There were multiple missed calls and texts from his dad. Stiles' dad rarely ever had a reason to contact Isaac, unless Stiles was slow to answer his own phone. He pulled his phone out, finding dozens of missed messages and calls as well. Stiles didn't bother listening to any of them, just calling his dad back instead.

"Stiles, where the hell have you been? Why haven't you been answering my calls?" his dad exclaimed as soon as he picked up the call. He didn't sound angry though, just worried.

"We were at the movies and had to turn the sound off on our phones. What's going on?"

"We? Who all is with you?"

"Isaac, Scott, and Allison. Why? What happened?" By now, they were all huddled together in the middle of the walkway, ignoring the random people passing by. Stiles' dad never sounded like this unless something major had gone down. He looked up at Isaac and they both knew what this was going to mean. Their weeks of quiet were over and the chaos was about to begin again.

"We found a body."