Isaac Lahey Imagines

Part 39: Request #21

Anon Request: Can you write an imagine with Isaac being protective-possessive of the reader when they meet a new pack and like scent marking her and hovering subconsciously, and when the reader confronts him fluff ensues.

I'm back guys! omg how I missed writing. Please bear with me on this and the next imagines because I am still trying to get into the groove of things after not writing for how many months(idk how many months so...) Hope this will start my mood swing it back to writing. I love you all for still sticking with the imagines! ♥ PS i actually planned on posting this on thursday (it's 3am saturday here where I live) and we lost the internet connection because there's a typhoon going on (BUT it's done now so we're fine) we got it back right after :)

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Slightly shivering from the cool breeze you felt behind you, you watched the conversation as it went on between the two, Scott and the other werewolf seemed to be less distressed compared to when they first met just several minutes ago. But the betas of the pack appeared to be the opposite of it.

With Isaac's protective stance in front of you, it didn't go unnoticed by you nor this certain werewolf in the other pack, the whole pack in general, several feet from your spot. Isaac's hand held yours tightly in which it didn't seem to feel like he was going to let go anytime soon.

"What did they say?" Stiles asked once Scott walked back to his pack and the other werewolf to its.

"They were just passing by," he answered.

"They didn't seem like it," Liam spoke, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the last werewolf of the other pack disappear into the darkness of the forest. His attitude towards a new pack or any other new beings in Beacon Hills was something he got from Stiles.

"They were just taking a break from running from place to place. They'll be off after a few days rest in Beacon Hills." Scott added, gesturing for all of you to get back to the jeep and head home.

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"Why are they here?" Isaac almost growled when he made his way towards you by the lockers and planting a soft kiss on your temple that lingered longer than usual.

"I was just asking that myself," you replied, taking a book from your locker and putting it in your bag. Facing Isaac, you zipped your bag closed before he took it and slung it over his shoulder.

"It looks good on you," he complimented, feeling the soft texture of his scarf around your neck in between his index finger and thumb.

"You left it last night," you informed, giving him a small smile before tiptoeing and planting a kiss on his cheek. "Hope you don't mind."

"I don't," He replied with a grin, before it disappeared when he saw Scott and the others came into view.

"I don't know," Scott replied, automatically knowing what you were going to ask. "They never mentioned this." He gestured to the other pack who looked to be making their way towards you.

"Scott," one of the werewolves who looked so normal-well all of them in general looked so normal, to the point that it scares you if they were even the werewolves you saw last night, called out.

"Roman," Scott greeted.

"I guess, this is your whole pack?" Roman asked, looking from the alpha to the last member of the pack.

"I guess so," Scott answered, sounding a bit unsure since he didn't know if Deaton, his mom and all the other people you all considered as part of the pack were officially 'part' of the pack.

Either it was the most awkward introduction you've been in or just now you started to notice Isaac and his constant touching in public.

His arms would go from holding your hand with fingers intertwined to his arms wrapping around either your waist or shoulders. It went on like this for you-don't-know-how-many-days.

With his nose casually caressing the side of your head as if he's been doing it for years, Isaac had his arm wrapped around your waist while the fingers played with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. Biting on the sandwich you had in front of you, you noticed the wolves from the other pack watching your group before they looked away and they saw you looking back.

"What was that all about?" you asked quietly that only you and Isaac can here, turning your head to Isaac and seeing the close proximity you two had when your noses touched.

"What was what?" Isaac asked, taking a french fry from the pile on the table. Scooting away a little, you turned to the other people in the table who all had conversations of their own.

"They were looking." You pointed out. "And what's with all the constant touching, Isaac?"

"What 'constant touching' are you talking about?" He asked, one brow up with a questioning look. "Am I touch you right now?" he asked with his hands up in surrender, trying to prove his point.

"Don't play coy with me, Isaac Lahey." You said with an annoyed expression on your face.

"I'm not playing coy with you, Y/N." he replied leaning in to place a kiss on your lips before you took the apple on the table and used it in replacement of your lips making Isaac kiss it instead.

"The hell you are. Why?"

"What do you mean why? Am I not allowed to touch you?" He asked before you heard someone choking on the side making you look and seeing Liam wiping his chin with the napkin and Mason asking him what was wrong.

"I mean it, Isaac. What's with the constant touching?" You asked again. "You're not really the kind of person to be touchy in public."

"Well I like doing it," He replied while he unconsciously tucked a strand behind your ear.

"You liked doing now? Just now? Now when there's a werewolf you feel like he's going to take me away and making me leave you?" You said, revealing to him his plan for the past few weeks now and how he persistently hovers over you ever since the new pack came to Beacon Hills.

"You knew?" He asked ashamed.

"The scarves you purposely left in my room, the sweaters and jackets you insisted me to wear when the weather was not even cold anymore..." you trailed off, pointing out some of the things you've noticed when Roman's pack came.

"Well werewolves have that thing they do when they want to let others know that it's theirs." The werewolf in front of you answered with a glint in his eyes when he implied that you were his and his alone, his index under your chin making you look up at him as he leaned closer.

"Get a room!" You heard someone call from your side before French fries flew from across the table to you and Isaac making you pull away immediately and looking at the mess of fries on and around you while Isaac glared a the culprit who threw the fries.

"Really?" He asked with a tone of annoyance to the boy across, before he himself threw a handful of fries to Stiles making the people in the table laugh when Stiles opened his mouth to try and catch as much fries.