Isaac Lahey imagines

Blood, Sweat, and Awkward Encounters

This chapter is based on an idea from @laheysbabe96 !! Thanks so much for the prompts! And I know I always make the reader Scott's sister, but it just flows so well with Isaac. If you have any suggestions on who you want to be related to, let me know!

Being a McCall meant that there was always something happening around the house or within the family. Scott was always getting into trouble, your mom was usually worried, and your dad? You hadn't seen him in a while. So, you were thankful for a lazy Sunday afternoon.

You didn't think anyone was in the house at the moment, but that was unsurprising. Everyone was busy all the time, and ever since Isaac moved in, you had been home alone a lot. He was always trying to drag Scott out for Mexican, but it felt like he ignored you.

You weren't an idiot. It was easy to notice that Isaac was attractive, and you began to make excuses to see him more often. Even if he didn't talk to you, he was definitely not a sight for sore eyes. After a few days, you knew you had a full blown crush on him. You didn't understand how he was still single.

He had left his music on in his room, which blared Linkin Park. You knew that he had taken the death of the lead singer badly, since they were his favorite band. For three days straight, he had been playing their music on repeat. (RIP Chester)

Believing that he was gone, you rolled your eyes and shoved open his room door so that you could turn the music off. Instead, you stood in his doorway with wide eyes as you took in the scene in front of you.

Isaac was indeed still home, and he was focused on slamming his fists into a red and blue punching bag that he had hung from the ceiling. He looked like he was really into his thoughts, and you flinched when he somehow sent one punch that made the bag fly off of the hook.

"That's the second time this morning", he mumbled. His shirt had been thrown in the corner, and his tan skin gleamed with sweat trickling down his body. His muscles stretched and moved fluidly as he picked up the bag and placed it back in its spot. It was a sight to please the gods.

He must have seen you standing there from the corner of his eye, because Isaac patted the punching back fondly and turned to look at you. A smile played on his lips as he strode over to turn down the music, and you tried to change your expression to neutral from where you had been staring in utter rapture.

"Sorry about the volume. I didn't think anyone was home! What are you up to, (Y/N)?"

It was difficult to tear your eyes from his abs. They were like a washboard, and your imagination went wild as you considered every single response that you could say. Out of all of them, you blurted,

"How are you single?"

You slapped a hand over your mouth and squeezed your eyes shut as you heard his low chuckle, "Fate hasn't brought me the right one yet. How are you still single?"

You looked down at your Star Wars sweatshirt and loose black sweatpants. You subconsciously reached up to fix your messy bun as you snorted, "Um, do you see me? I'm running on a bag of Doritos for breakfast."

"Hey, don't knock the junk food! It's one of the best things that's ever happened to this planet."

You pointedly looked at his abs, "Like you would know."

He scoffed and waved a dismissive hand, "It's just the perks of being a werewolf. I don't think I even know what healthy food is!" There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before Isaac spoke again, "I like your Star Wars sweatshirt."

You giggled, "Well, thank you. It's not exactly the outfit I'd wear to talk to boys." Your eyes widened as you realized what you said, "I mean-"

"No, it's ok. I'm happy you didn't dress up in a skimpy dress and heels to come talk to me. I happen to like the 'all-natural' look, anyways."

A blush creeped up your cheeks as you subconsciously crossed your arms, "You don't look so bad in your natural state, either."

Isaac let out a bark of laughter, "What, this? My natural state is sitting at La Parilla and shoving a chimichanga in my face."

You smiled slightly. Deep down, you knew that you had to change the subject to get out of the room. While you could watch shirtless men work out all day, you knew more awkward comments would spew forth,

"Would you want me to make you some breakfast?"

He walked over to his bed and began to wipe the sweat off his brow with a towel, "Yeah, I would really appreciate that."

You spun around to leave, but you were so flustered that you tripped. However, you never met the ground. In a split second, Isaac had crossed the room to catch you. Due to how fast he moved and the center of gravity, though, you both dropped onto the carpet.

You landed on top of Isaac, and you were both laughing at the situation. You were brought out of your fit of giggles when Isaac suddenly kissed you. It was just a quick peck, and anyone else could have missed it, but a wave of butterflies erupted in your stomach. Isaac smiled up at you,

"Looks like you're always falling for me. Can we have some nachos for breakfast?"

You wrinkled your nose and hit his chest playfully, "No! We're having French toast!"

"How ironic. I've always wanted to go to France!"

You rolled your eyes and stood up, "One would have thought that it was Mexico. Anyways, go put on a shirt. You're distracting me."

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