Isaac x reader: isaac sees the reader as an angel he loves everything about her and always doubts himself and how worthy he is to be with her but she kisses him tons and reassures him he is. Lots of fluff please!!!

redbrickisaac:

Isaac watches you trying to bake cookies in the McCall
kitchen and can’t stop himself from smiling. It’s obvious that you have no idea
what you’re doing but the minute he said he missed the comfort of coming home
from school to the smell of freshly baked cookies, you’d been determined to
give him that again.

There’s a bit of an ache in his chest when he remembers
coming home to his mother pulling cookies out of the oven, sharing them as a
family with glasses of milk and smiles all around. He’ll never have that
again, but you give him something just as good. You don’t try to change him and
make him better, you accept him as he is. You love him in a way that no one has loved him in a long time. He
watches you ruining your cookie batter and he can’t believe he got so lucky.
You’re incredible, an angel.

You look up suddenly, noticing him standing there, smiling
at you with a goofy grin that you absolutely love.

“Oh no, you’re not supposed to be here yet!” You say, trying
in vain to cover the baking stuff you know logically that he’s already seen. It’s
supposed to be a surprise. It’s the principle of the thing.

“Lacrosse practice got cancelled,” he offers, hefting his gym
bag a little higher as proof. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” you lie, trying to lean against the counter
nonchalantly.

“Just decided to redecorate the kitchen?” Isaac asks trying
to bite back a laugh.

“Shut up,” you groan, hiding your face in your hands. Of
course, Isaac has seen what an utter mess you are and how badly you’re screwing
this up. After a minute, you peek between your fingers. “It’s a total failure,
isn’t it?”

“Nothing you do could ever be a failure,” Isaac promises,
dropping his bag and walking over to you to gather you in his arms. “You’re
perfect.”

“Liar.” Even as you pout at him, you lean in to kiss him ‘hello’
and ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’.

Isaac accepts your kisses and holds you tighter, burying his
face in your neck when you break apart.

“I don’t deserve you,” Isaac says quietly into your skin.

You pull back, hands on his shoulders, to look into his eyes.
“What are you talking about? You
deserve me, and my horrible baking, more than anyone else in the world. And
even if you didn’t, it’s just too bad for you. You’re kinda stuck with me, now.”

Isaac smiles back at you, contentment lighting up his eyes.
He didn’t miss the way you turned his statement around, making it sound like he’s
getting the short end of the stick. “I think I can live with that.”

You end up baking the cookies together, Isaac fixing all of
the problems you had when you were working on your own.

“See?” You say later as the two of you share a plate of
delicious cookies, cuddled up together on Isaac’s bed. “We make a pretty great team, don’t we?”

“I guess we do,” Isaac answers with a wry grin. He’s not
stupid, he knows you’re addressing his earlier comment.

“It’s because you’re the other half of me,” you tell him
seriously. “I’m not complete without you.”

Isaac laughs, raising a brow at you. “Are you this cheesy
without me?”

“Hey, shut up! I was trying to be romantic,” you narrow your
eyes at him as you steal the cookie he was about to eat.

Isaac’s eyes glow with love as he looks back at you, smirk
melting into a warm smile. “I know.”

You bite into his cookie vengefully as he scoots closer to
you.

“You’ve got a little…” Isaac trails off, as he wipes some
crumbs away from your mouth with his thumb. His mouth following close behind,
kissing away anything he missed.

“You know, cute little kisses aren’t always going to work
when you’re in trouble,” you warn even as you accept another kiss from him.

“Yeah, they are,” he disagrees.

You stare at him, his smile and the way he looks at you like
you’re the greatest thing he could have ever asked for. He doesn’t seem to be
questioning why you’re with him anymore and that’s all you really wanted, for
him to see that you love him just as much as he loves you. You’re equals in
this.

“Yeah,” you give in eventually. “They totally are.”

“I told you,” he smirks triumphantly, even though you’re
pretty sure that you’re the one who wins this round.