Isaac Lahey Imagines

Part 44: Request #25

Imagine #44 || Request #25

Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could do an Isaac imagine where he seeks comfort from the reader after he has a fight with Derek in 3x04? And maybe let him stay the night since he has no where else to go?

Request is from wattpad :) Hope this wasn't much of a 'meh'and I honestly don't know how to end it... the next one will be upload *probably* on Sunday :(( Anyway, I wish I really can finish all the request (i think I have 4 or so left in my drafts) so I can start with the Brett imagines because there's a lot already piling there :((

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"Care to tell me why you came here drenched at this ungodly hour?" You asked Isaac, walking back from the kitchen and drawing the curtains closed before sitting back beside him on the sofa and handing him the hot cup of chocolate to warm him up more. You were honestly glad that you were the only one staying at home for the weekend or else your parents would constantly ask who Isaac was or who he was to you-especially your brother and his dirty mind balls deep in the gutter.

"I-I was wondering if-if I could as you a favor," He mumbled, staring at the floorboards as if it's the most interesting thing at the moment.

"Sure, what is it?" Being the closest Isaac has got to a friend, you were the next person he trusts in between the two packs-Derek's and Scott's-after Scott McCall of course. And the fact that you knew what was going on with him and his deceased father, you were more than happy to help me through it.

"Derek kicked me out and-"

"Wait, what?" Your eyes widened at the thought of Isaac's alpha-now former alpha- kicking him out of the pack, never did you really imagine Derek to be that cruel. "Why would he do that?"

"He said with his sister already there, it was already too much for him." He answered, gripping the mug tighter in his hands. "So he kicked me out."

"I didn't know where else to go but then I thought of you and maybe I could, you know..." he added, trailing off and looking up from staring at the floor to you with a small smile playing on his lips.

You replied to him with a smile, your hand rubbing his back in a comforting manner to let him know that he and the other people in the pack were always welcome to stay here with you.

Your thoughts then went back to the situation at hand. Was the apartment too small to house three people? You thought of things that Isaac might have done to get him evicted from the apartment but there wasn't any sufficient ones to get him out or to get punished the very least.

"And then," your train of thought was cut shortly when Isaac spoke again after a silent pause. "I thought I was back home when I saw my dad in front of me."

"In front of you?" You suddenly got confused. "How?"

"Derek threw a bottle at me and-"

What the actual fck? What the hell was he thinking?! Your hand twitched on your side while listening to Isaac talk about what happened back at the loft, having the greatest of urgencies to beat the sourwolf.

With a chair.

On the face.

Repeatedly.

The pack knew how caring you were towards the werewolf and they were happy that Isaac can have someone to trust and to talk to with all the events that happened, he deserved someone like you the very least.

"- so can I stay here? For the night though." You caught the last bit of what he was saying.

"Sure, I'll go tell Scott too," you smiled before without any second thought, you cupped his face and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. At that, you pulled away almost immediately when your brain finally registered what you did and saw the Isaac's cheeks with a red tinge slowly growing redder.

He cleared his throat, his smile appearing back on his face that seemed to grow wider at the affection he just received.

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For the readers of the Brett Talbot imagines, I will update (telling me to update won't make me work any faster tbh) I just really have to finish the imagines for this book because I haven't made as much when I started the Brett talbot one. And I feel like cheating on a particular character when I don't write as much compared to another.