Summary: Your baby boy Isaac likes when you take him away.
Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader
Rating: Teen for mild swearing
“What if we ran away together?”
You whispered conspiratorially, like it was a secret that only Isaac was allowed to hear. Blue eyes peaked out over the slightly tattered thrift store novel, the one you gave him for Christmas last year. Isaac said he liked old vintage things, craved the warmth of not having to be so impressive all the time.
And you didn’t actually want to run away, but you just needed to go somewhere, recharge. You could never leave your pack and you’d never ask Isaac to, either. Regardless, you suspected he’d say yes. He’d follow you anywhere; he feared abandonment just as much as you did.
There was also the fact that you didn’t ever need to convince Isaac of anything, but you asked anyway because he liked being asked, liked the pomp and gallantry of being propositioned–which is okay. Who doesn’t like being wooed?
“I’m busy.”
Oh, right. He always pretends he’s not interested at first. He couldn’t give himself away that easily. Your baby boy made you earn it. All part of the wooing process.
“Put your book down. Aw, come on baby, look at me. I’m bored! All we do is sit around and worry about whatever supernatural freak wants to kill us next. Let’s just be kids for once. Let’s go on an adventure!”
The tips of his ears turned pink, book-ending the stretch of his smile, and you knew he was game.
“Take me away, then.”
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He’d only ever said no to you once, that time you asked him on a whim to take half-naked pictures of you. The electronics store and the lingerie store both said their products were for professionals, and you were sold.
“Look what I got! I just blew all my savings. Can I model for you?”
You were confused when he reeled away. He had scolded you, made you feel like a little kid who had asked one too many times to go to the park.
“Are you insane, [y/n]? I can’t believe you…. we’re not even tog–this is wrong.”
When he brought you your favorite flowers the next day (assorted, because all flowers are created equal), he told you why he’d been so upset. The poor kid had a crush on you and Stiles had mentioned something about a friendzone.
You couldn’t help the laughter that spilled out of your throat, as if you weren’t already so in love with Isaac that you spent all your money on a stupid camera and slutty underwear just to show off for him. He let you ghost apologies over his lips.
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“Stop fussing. We’re almost there.”
The inside of his wrist felt warm and smooth as you brushed it over your mouth. You promised him today would be fun, today was for lovers.
You drove out to the outskirts of Beacon Hills, where the weather was actually appropriate for Isaac’s scarf. The forest thinned out, which allowed minimal threat of homicidal Alphas and the perfect setting for a carnival.
“Seriously? This is your idea of a big adventure?”
For a second, he reverted back to the old Isaac, the fresh-off-the-bite Beta who hid behind sarcasm and leather jackets. The twitch at the corner of his mouth gave away his excitement.
“I know, I’m excited too.”
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How did it take you this long to figure out Isaac had a fear of heights?
“Well, it’s unnatural for people to be this high up. We’re not designed for this. What is this–we’re literally sitting on a giant spinning wheel in the sky! Aren’t you scared?”
He’d waited until you were at the very top of the Ferris wheel to have a panic attack. Things were off to a rocky start.
“What’s fear when I’ve got you by my side?”
His mouth formed an ‘o’ and you think it’s because he genuinely doesn’t believe he deserves this, the fuzziness of feeling wanted and revered. And then you remembered The Notebook and The O.C. and all the other die hard romances that unfolded on Ferris wheels.
Isaac tangled his fingers with yours and nuzzled your neck.
“Do that thing where you kiss me and I forget the world.”
Ryan Gosling’s got nothing on Isaac.
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“You’re such a child.”
You glared at him with a tuft of cotton candy sticking out of your mouth.
“I don’t get to do this very often, Lahey, Why the hell isn’t it socially acceptable to just eat cotton candy on a regular basis? Like, at the park? At school? During sex?”
Isaac choked on his deep-fried Oreo. You grinned wickedly. “Is that your new kink? Clown sweets?”
“Ew, Isaac. You ruined it.” Your nose crinkled with disdain.
“Good. There’s no way I’m letting you touch me with pink fur attached to your fingers.”
“Oh, so chocolate in bed is acceptable, birthday cake-flavored lube is acceptable, but you draw the line at cotton candy? It doesn’t even drip!”
A throng of junior high girls giggled as they walked by. Isaac ducked his head.
“What would you even do with it?” he shyly asked.
You snorted. “I don’t know. I was only kidding, you doughnut. Unless, you’re into it now…”
He rolled his eyes as you fed him a chuck of cotton candy. He chewed behind his frown.
You smirked.
“Hey, Lahey. You know what’s sweeter than cotton candy?”
“Oh, god. What?”
“You.”
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“Did you have a nice time? Was this okay?”
At the end of the night, you held hands and strolled through the parking lot, overfed and dizzy, but in the best way. You needed this, the horizon of twinkling lights in your path, the smell of sugar and autumn in the air.
“It was perfect, thank you. You made it perfect. I mean it.”
You blushed. “It was nothing.”
“I’d kiss you, but I vomited twice.”
“I remember vividly, you big bad wolf. You wanna come back next year?”
“You think we’ll make it that long?”
You paused, contemplating the implications of his question. You knew what he was really asking. Would you still be together? Would you even be alive? You only knew one thing for certain and now seemed like the appropriate time to tell him.
“I think we’ll be alright. I kinda love you, though. Is that okay? I love you.”
Your first ‘I love you’ with your first love. Remember to breathe.
Isaac stopped you in the middle of the street.
“I can’t… I can’t say it back with regurgitated funnel cake on my breath,” Isaac pouted. An indelicate snort escaped you. “But I do. So much. You must know that.”
You beamed because his eyes were brimming with sincerity and he looked so adorable with his hair sticking out wildly in all different directions, curls scattered from the wind. Somehow, this was your life and this was your boy and you let the moment dilute the weight of your troubles.
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