All Those Pretty Lights (Isaac Lahey)
Requested by anon: Could you do an Isaac Lahey fic where he’s always stealing glances at you and he finally stirs up enough courage to ask you out? If possible, could you make it a two parter and have the second part be 3 months or so later and there’s smut ;)
A/N: I channeled my obsession with coffee into this request😂 there will be a part two and it’ll be smutty as promised 😏
To say that Isaac was a nervous wreck when it came to Y/N would be an understatement. In his eyes, she was the definition of beauty; everything about her was so captivating. Isaac would unintentionally stare at her during lunch as she sat in her peaceful solitude, either reading a book or finishing her assignments. Or when she would discuss her opinion on some scientist’s flawed theory, he would gawk at her in awe; she was the most intelligent girl he’d ever met.
“Hey guys,” Isaac’s heart jumped when he heard Y/N’s delicate voice interrupting his and Stiles’ petty argument over anything and everything, his attention immediately averting to her.
“I’m so sorry to disturb you guys, but I don’t know if you heard about the annual carnival today—I’m pretty sure you have—anyways, my mother and I have set up a coffee booth this year if you guys want to stop by, that’d be great.” She handed out a flyer from the stack of papers in her arm, Isaac gladly accepted it as he was the closest to her. He looked up to her and his face flushed when she offered him a small smile.
“We’ll be there.” He nodded, smiling back at her. “Oh will we now?” Stiles retorted, and he jumped and bit his tongue when Isaac’s long leg went to kick his shin from under the table. “He definitely will.” Stiles winked at Y/N, which caused her to giggle and wave. "See you guys around.“
“Do you need help with those?” Isaac chuckled at Y/N’s distressed state, trying to hold in all of the extra flyers from falling out of her locker.
“That, would be wonderful.” She breathed out a laugh before letting go of her locker door which caused the papers to land on the floor. Isaac kneeled in front of her as he assisted her with collecting the mess that she’d created.
“Thank you,” she bit her lip unconsciously, fluttering her lashes. He lost all abilities to converse when his blue orbs lost themselves in hers. She shifted under his burning gaze with an awkward smile.
“Y-you’re beautiful.” He finally said. Y/N tucked her chin in surprise, an astonished grin plastered on her face. “I’m sorry, I, I was just making an observation.” He hid his eyes away from her as he continued his previous ministrations.
The room all of a sudden seemed smaller, the hallways pressed closer; he felt like she was just breath away from him yet she was still far from reach. A moment of silenced passed by them as they gathered up what was left of the papers and stood up.
“Hey I was wondering-” he stopped himself before he could say anything, she raised both her brows, indicating for him to go on. “Never mind, I’ll see you tonight.” He handed her the papers and walked away anxiously.
The carnival was nothing short of breathtaking, Isaac never thought of attending before, not that it was a choice anyways. There were fairy lights stretching from the top of every booth to the one parallel to it, various colors of banners and decorations on top of each stand. Isaac walked around, his eyes searching for Y/N as he pulled his jacket closer to his body.
His eyes crinkled with a smile when his eyes met her struggling body, her hands tried to balance cups and plates and she failed miserably. Isaac chuckled to himself shaking his head; how could she be so beautiful? “Need help with those?” Her eyes widened and a blush crept up her neck in embarrassment. “Why do you always show up when I’m embarrassing myself?” She grumbled lowly, her bottom lip slightly pushing out.
Her hair covered the side of her face as she bent over to place the plates and cups aside. Isaac crossed his arms over his chest, grinning at her. “What’s a guy’s gotta do to get a cup of coffee around here?"
"Sorry, um, what can I get you?” She said with a small laugh, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Can I get a cappuccino?"
"Yeah, what’s wrong with cappuccino?” Isaac raised a brow, a smirk plastered on his face. “You know what? How about I make you something else, and if you don’t like it, I’ll give you back your money, deal?” Isaac gave an acknowledged nod, leaned against the stand, and watched her do her magic.
After a few moments, Y/N poured the coffee into the cup, making a small heart with milk. “A barista and an artist? Wow Y/N, I’m impressed.” Isaac took a sip, and Y/N intently watched as his expression change into a surprised one.
“This is amazing! What is this?” Her wide smile spread across her face, “It’s called a flat white, speciality coffee.” His hand shyly slid across to grab a hold of hers.
“Would you mind telling me more about ‘specialty coffee’ over dinner sometime?” Y/N shyly bit her lip to prevent a goofy grin. “I would love to.” And all those pretty lights couldn’t have shone brighter than her smile.