hello, society (isaac x woc!reader)
A/N: hi guys!!!! i’m so so so so happy to post this first part of the series where Isaac is dating an ethnic person (so not white lmaooooo) this is so special to me so I hope you like.
y/e/n: your ethnicity
prompt: y/n talks about her fears of dating a white guy.
Liking boys like Isaac Lahey never seemed to end well for me. He was charming and attractive and knew all the right things to say and just when to say them. He had a jaw that looked like it was cut straight from the gods themselves and cheekbones that sat perfectly where they needed to be on his face. His bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair created a youthful effect on his face and since both were always shifting colors it seemed like he was a new person each time I saw him. He knew the words that would make me melt and the words that would make me hate him. But most of all he knew how to make me happy. It was safe to say that Isaac Lahey was perfect.
But he wasn’t. Throughout the entirety of my life every time I would so much as to think a white guy was attractive, I’d be told “Oh you’re like one of those y/e/n girls that only like white guys.” Hearing that statement the first time shocked me, but by the fiftieth time I was pretty much numb to being the “y/e/n girl that only likes white guys”. It was so far from the truth but every time I would try and explain myself I would get immediately shut down. Eventually, I stopped sharing my feelings about certain boys and girls to my friends and family, even though every time I saw an attractive white person I wanted to scream about how hot they were from the top of my lungs.
So Isaac being white was a flaw for me, not that him being white changes how I felt about him and how he made me feel. There was just this feeling inside me that hasn’t gone away since I first started liking a white guy in middle school and felt insecure since there were no interracial couples at my school. As much as I hated to admit it, I never thought I could date a white guy publicly with out feeling paranoid and scared that people were talking about us, saying things like “he only likes y/e/n girls.” and vice versa. So, I promised myself I wouldn’t, and that’s just what I did.
Thats what I did, in fact, until Isaac’s hands found my waist at Lydia’s birthday party and he started leaving sloppy kisses on my neck and bare chest in Lydia’s pantry. If you were to ask me I probably wouldn’t remember how we got to that place, I would just remember how much I was enjoying it and how much I wish I didn’t.
“Isaac!” I called for help reaching on the tips of my toes, trying to reach the top shelf where the chips were.
“Yeah, what’s up?” He answered opening the pantry door and closing it as he wandered in.
I let out a loud sigh turning around to face him, not realizing how close he already was to me.
Looking up at him I sighed again and smiled sweetly, “Would you mind grabbing the chips for me?”
He chuckled a bit and lightly took my chin in his hand and said “Anything for you, Princess”
I actually got goosebumps when he said that.
I let my eyes flicker down to his lips which was a huge mistake on my part, but I wasn’t in control of my own body now. That became obvious to me after what happened next.
I’m guessing he took my innocent glance at his lips as a cue to press them to mine in which I immediately responded by deepening the kiss.
I brought my hands to his neck pulling him down closer to me while he pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth. He started leaving small and sweet kisses on my jaw, bringing his large hands down to my waist.
He then started to suck on my neck in which I responded with a breathy moan that snapped me back to my reality. I was making out with Isaac Lahey in an oversized food pantry.
“Stop.” I gently placed my hands on his chest.
Isaac retreated from my neck smirking and licking his bottom lip. I felt frozen, I just wanted some pita chips. His close proximity and hot breath left me flustered and my chest was rising so rapidly I don’t think he needed to be a werewolf to hear how my heart was beating.
I laughed nervously as if everything was okay, as if I wasn’t soaking.
I looked down at my shoes and bit my lip to avoid eye contact with him.
“You sure? You don’t wanna ta-”
“No. I just want the pita chips.” I said looking to the side, still avoiding eye contact with him.
“Y/N-” He sighed.
“It’s okay, I’ll just ask Stiles or eat the dip by itself, I gotta go.”
I pushed past him and quickly grabbed my jacket off of the table while saying quick goodbyes to everyone and heading out.
I planned on avoiding Isaac forever.
He wouldn’t let that happen.
He even showed up to family dinner after talking to my dad at his job.
So now here I sat, eating my dinner across from Isaac Lahey, the one guy I was avoiding because my dad invited him over because he thought he was a “nice friend of mine.”
My dad would have never let Isaac walk through the doors if he knew what he had done to me in that pantry.
“The food is amazing Mrs.Y/L/N. It has so much flavor.”
I nearly gagged when he said that. This was amazing.
“Thank you, Isaac. I actually think this is kind of bland, but I knew you were coming so I toned it down for you.”
This time I actually gagged, bringing everyones attention to me.
“What’s funny, Y/N?” Isaac asked with a fake sincerity.
I took a sip of water. “Nothing.” I smiled.
“Dad, can I leave the table? I have an Economics test to study for.”
“Oh yeah, you’re in my class, we could study together. Can I be excused as well?”
This motherfu- “No, that’s fi-”
“Sure, both of you can go, studying is better when it’s done with someone.”
I rolled my eyes and went up to my room, as Isaac followed behind me.
As soon as we got in my room Isaac stood oddly in the middle of the room.
“Close the door, Isaac.”
“Are they okay with that?”
“Does it matter? Close the door.”
He looked taken aback but shut the door slowly as I threw myself on my bed.
“Do you have a problem with me or something? Because I am so sorry about what I did at the party, I just thought you were okay with it since you were kissing me back an-”
“No, I don’t have a problem with you at all, thats the problem.”
Isaac looked confused so I motioned over to him to sit on my bed.
“Look, I like you a lot. I think it’s obvious how much I do.”
“Actually, it’s no-”
“Be quiet and listen.” I took a deep breath. “I’m scared of what people with think about me and you. I mean, are you really okay with dating a y/e/n girl?”
“Of course I am. Your race is a huge part of who you are, I mean it is who you are, but it doesn’t make up what makes you you, and what makes you important. I don’t like people just because of their culture or what they look like. I mean, you aren’t bad to look at, like at all, but you are an amazing person who makes me very happy and I can see myself with you. You shouldn’t be scared to date me because of what other people think, you should only care about what you think. You like me, I like you and I want to make you happy.”
I had sat up at this point and was nearly crying.
I pressed my lips to his.
“You do make me happy, let’s make this work.”