Isaac Lahey Imagines

Part 42: Request #23

Here's another request that I actually liked the idea ♥ 

REQUEST: Hi! I don't know how to make this anon because I'm kinda new to watt pad but could you make this anon if you decide to write this? I just had an idea for an Isaac imagine where in order to save the reader who's in danger he has to face his fear of a confined space? Thank you and I love your writing!

If you're new in this imagines book, I created also an imagines blog that I post the imagines there as well. So don't worry if you people see the exact same thing being posted in that blog (isaac-lahey-imagines . tumblr . com) because I also am controlling that account, same goes with the Brett Talbot Imagines book/blog. But if you do find a post that is suspiciously the same as my works, please do tell me. Coz I know how authors/writers feel when someone copies their work and changes it a bit and call it theirs. Anyway, hope this works fine with what you requested :)

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"Isaac go find Y/N! NOW!" Stiles shouted while he just whacked a chimera in the face with a metal bar, the void Stiles in him noticeably showing when he got mad especially when fighting alongside his best friend.

"Go! We can handle this," Liam assured, still fighting off the other chimeras the doctors created.

Isaac wasted no time in looking for you as he ran past Scott and the others, ducking and dodging some of the blows and lunges coming his way from the supernatural knock-offs. Once he started looking through each room he passed, frustration started to grow in him as he closed each door without you.

"Y/N, where are you?" He muttered under his breath, already on the verge of tears closing another door much to his disappointment. But it was quickly forgotten when he heard something else.

Drowning out all the noise that surrounded him, he breathed in to clear out all his jumbled thoughts before he concentrated on a particular heartbeat that he instantly recognizes it as yours. It was deathly slower than the normal but he was thankful nonetheless that it was still there. Following the faint sound, he ended up running to a room with a metal table in the middle of the room. Syringes, metal equipment and jars of unknown liquid and machinery decorated the rest of the table that surrounded it.

Isaac tried to overlook the stench of illness in the air of the room once he walked in and just concentrated on the feeble sound of your heart, his mind trying its best not to see images of you lying on the table helpless and the doctors injecting whatever it was in the syringes scattered on an equipment table along with other sharp objects that Isaac smelled your blood on.

"Y/N?" He Isaac called, hoping he'd get a reaction from you. Walking around, he noticed the smell of blood particularly getting stronger towards the end of the room.

The sleep was shaken off of you when you felt movement above you, the small light passing through the crevices of the door flickering when the figure moved passed it. You didn't know where you were but you wanted out of it, the walls seeming to close up on you and fogging up your thoughts.

Once Isaac got rid of the shelves and throwing it out of the way, he immediately clawed at the chains and padlock and opened the trap door. But before he can even get in, flashes of his father suddenly invaded his mind-his shouts and his father's mixing in and muddling his head stopped him from entering. An outburst of images followed where he ended up being shoved up in an old broken freezer and it getting chained shut, his fingers clawing at it until it bled and shouting to be let out.

Isaac's eyes suddenly glowed yellow, and the picture of you entering his head drowned out all the memories he had with his father locking him up. And before he knew it, the sense of rescuing you overwhelmed him and with it he jumped inside the small dark space.

"Please, no more..." Your voice came out hoarse from all the screaming when you saw a blurry figure approach you.

"Y/N," Isaac couldn't hold back the tears that fell as he carefully gathered you in his arms, all the while whispering to you that everything was going to be alright-that you were safe now.

Carrying you carefully out of the small dark space, your eyes scrunched up from the sudden brightness that welcomed you. Adjusting his hold on you, Isaac clutched you closer to his chest as he got out the operating room and to where the rest of the pack were waiting.

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randomly after writing about the part of Isaac carrying you of the small dark space... I started singing the Fun Box song from the Fairly Odd Parents and wow just Why, brain! why!

♪ Fun box, oh fun box
It's small and square and dark
Fun box, oh fun box
Check out these cool fun locks! ♫

damn