isaac lahey imagines (f)

one

my boiling hot mug of hot cocoa was my main priority this morning. sitting cross legged on the couch, blanket draped across my shoulders, watching christmas movies while it was snowing on a holiday, was, by far, the best idea i've ever had.
until, that is, pounding filled my brain. i immediately turned my attention to the door and placed my cocoa on the coffee table. whilst running to the door, i trip over a cat toy, groaning loudly.
"(y/n)? are you okay?" i hear a concerned voice behind the door.
"who dares to interrupt my movie marathon?" i shout, still on the floor.
"isaac. (y/n), i heard about bubbles." (bubbles is the reader's cat, btw.) i sniffled as i slowly edged my way to the door, standing upright.
i opened the door, to see a very cold werewolf. i frown, as i look at the cat toy behind me.
"i tripped over his mouse," i say, sadly.
"i heard. i heard the bang and i could smell pain. like, stubbing your toe pain." he replies, smiling.
"i hate you. come in, i don't want you smelling like wet dog." i laugh, and run to the other end of the room, knowing he'll chase me.
he does, so i hide in the newly fitted cupboard under the stairs (harry potter lololol) that he doesn't know about.
"(y/n)? come out, i've lost you. it's not fair. i can't punish you for calling me a wet dog." he says, confused.
i get out my phone from my pyjama pocket and text him.
i didn't call you a wet dog. i said i didn't want you to smell like a wet dog. if anything, i was being thoughtful and nice. i send the text and grin. i hear his phone ding from his pocket and he laughs.
"yes, but you're cheating!" he whines, as i open the door to be faced with a confused curly head.
"wait, when- how?" he asks, squinting.
"i got it fitted yesterday. shame on you!" i shout, running to the front room. he catches my waist as i kick and scream playfully.
"let go of me you wet dog!" i shout, laughing as he tickles me, bringing me to the couch.
he sets me down and tickles me even more.
"take that back and i'll let you go!" he says, with a wide smile.
"okay okay i'm sorry! i love you!" i say, immediately realising what i just said a cover my mouth.
"w-what?" he says, blushing a deep scarlet red and i knew i had to explain myself.
"isaac- i- i didn't want to ruin our friendship.. b-but i love y-" he presses his lips to mine, and they're just what i imagined. soft, full and comfortable.
he pulled away, and i giggle.
"you don't know how long i've wanted to do that."