Isaac Lahey Imagines

Part 55: Request #34

Finally! After a week I'm able to post another imagine! So I'm fully recovered (but thank God it wasn't along the lines of dengue but it was something else still serious) and I actually planned on updating last week but I've been busy because almost all my family from abroad came to our house and so there I am babysitting a bunch of little cousins who're rowdy af! But anyway, I finally have the free time and I hope you guys like this one ;)

Request:

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Isaac ruffled your hair, irritating you that you'd return it with an elbow to the rib and would make the taller werewolf make an 'oof' sound because of the hit. It was quite odd that you've found yourself being comfortable around him seeing that the first time you met Isaac Lahey, you wanted to rip his head off for being such a pain in the ass. But it seemed that he grew on you and you somewhat grew to love his little antics that drove you crazy to a point where you would me missing them whenever you were away for a holiday trip and he would be the same.

"Will you stop that?" You said, combing your hair back in place while walking towards the sofa of the loft that Derek was forgiving enough for you to redecorate and make it homier rather than have the feel of it being bare and empty when you first stepped in.

"Can't really help it," Isaac replied, walking beside you with a playful smile.

With your legs now comfortably propped up on his lap while his arm rested behind you on the back rest of the sofa with both of your attention on the tv, the only noise that sounded was the rerun of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and the occasional chuckles from the both of you whenever a funny moment came up-usually something that would involve the character Joey. It was a peaceful night for the both of you having done all the things needed to be done around the loft-chores, homework and the fact that Derek was away in a planning/meeting with Scott so that meant there was no sourwolf to boss you around.

"You two," And of course, the comfortable silence was only short-lived.

Both heads turned towards where Derek was entering the loft with a serious look on his face, and surprisingly, Scott following behind suit with Stiles beside him.

"Be ready in 5, we're leaving." Derek's alpha tone sounded in the room making the both of you instinctively stiffen.

"Wait, what's wrong?" You asked, the questioning expression you had on your face mirrored Isaac's.

"The deadpool added another name," Scott was the one who answered. "And another one was killed tonight."

Without even looking at you, Isaac could immediately feel the change of mood-disquiet and dread was evident in you when you were reminded that there was still a hit list that contained both your name and Isaac's and that any time an assassin would already be hiding in the shadows of the loft just waiting for the right moment when the both of you were vulnerable enough to shoot and kill.