Could you write an Isaac imagine? The plot revolves around his irrational fear that you're going to leave him for someone better so he is adorably clingy. As in, he holds your hand 25/8, follows you around like a lost puppy, plays with your hair whenever he can, pulls you into his lap (etc). So you are 20 mins late to a pack meeting and he is freaking out; pacing the room, calling your cell and just terrified that something bad happened and you walk in and he's relieved and just a lot of fluff?
Stage 5 clinger (Isaac Lahey)
Isaac was a stage 5 clinger, but Y/N didn’t mind. She loved the boy with all of his flaws. Someone Isaac had gotten it into his mind that one day Y/N would leave him for someone better, because she deserved the world and he could not give it to her. So he held on to her whenever he could. In class he would choose the seat closer to her so he would hold her hand. On in the lunch room no matter what his arm would be around her, sometimes rubbing her back, sometimes playing with her hair. Y/N didn’t mind though, she loved him. Strangers passing by on the street could tell how much love they had for each other. It showed through their eyes and their smiles whenever they were around each other.
Isaac was a lost puppy whenever he wasn’t with Y/N, he’d always be looking for her and when he’d find her he’d wrap his arms around her as tightly as he could. In the morning he’d find her talking to a group of her friends and he’d reach for her hand and she would turn around and smile at him; interlocking their fingers. The two were obsessed with one another and everyone was jealous. They wanted a love that completely consumed them like Y/N and Isaac’s.
Tonight was a pack meeting and Isaac had finally agreed to let Y/N drive herself. But he instantly regretted it when she wasn’t exactly on time. 20 minutes later and every possible worse case scenario had ran threw his head and he was passing back and forth with his phone in his hand.
“Isaac calm down I’m sure nothing happened.” Scott said.
“Yeah how many time have you called her anyways?” Stiles asked.
“Uh around 34 I think.” he kept pacing.
“I’m sure Y/N is fine, your over reacting.” Lydia piped up.
“What if Y/Ns trapped right now or worse what if she’s dead and none of us are doing anything about it.”
As if on cue Y/N walked in already rambling.
“Sorry guys my car-” Isaac didn’t let her finish he ran right up to here and pulled her into a hug and spun her around.
“God, you worried me so much.” he kissed her. The rest of the gang was standing a few feet away watching the whole thing unfold.
“Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
“My phone died.” she held up her phone.
“Okay well that doesn’t matter as long as your here and safe.” he kissed her forehead. He took her hand and dragged her to the couch and pulled her down on his lap as he whispered how much he loved her. They were wrapped up in their own little world just how they wanted to be.
Meanwhile in the kitchen the gang was watching the two with admiring eyes.
“Doesn’t it bother Y/N how obsessed he is?” Stiles asked.
“I don’t think so, I think she loves him so much that she doesn’t mind, she thinks it’s rather cute.” Lydia said.
“Well I think it’s rather gross.” Stiles mumbled.
“Dude that boy is whipped.” Scott chuckled.
“Yeah I think Y/N is just as whipped as he is.” Lydia said.
“There’s no doubt they love each other we can agree on that.” Kira added and everyone nodded.
They looked at the couple sitting on the couch all cuddled up, Y/N giggling as Isaac peppered kisses all over her whispering little nothing’s. The pair were prefect for each other and no one was ever going to disagree, not even strangers on the street.
I wrote this on my phone so sorry for the crappiness, anyway hope you liked it keep requesting!