She’s like 12? -Isaac Lahey fluff
Anonymous requested: Isaac fluff imagine? Where the reader is really short compared to him and the pack teases her about it and it doesn’t really mind but once she hears people at school talk about it (saying she’s not “good” for him and her height difference makes them weird) she gets insecure about it cause the last thing she want is for people to be bad mouthing Isaac and etc. How it ends is up to you :D
Warnings: None. Fluffiness.
“Isaac, you simply cannot tell me that you want a kiss and then not bend down. We’ve gone over this, okay? You’ve gotta work with me here.”
He smirked before bending down slightly so that I could stretch onto my toes and press a soft kiss to his lips. The kiss lasted only a few seconds before the bell rang.
“See you at lunch.” He said, kissing my cheek before taking off down the hall so that he could get to history.
I turned in the opposite direction and made my way towards my English class.
When I took my seat in the classroom, I noticed a few girls staring at me and I tried to ignore them but they weren’t speaking particularly quietly and I could make out a fair amount of what they were saying.
“-so weird, I know. She’s like half his height. It looks like he’s dating a toddler. Honestly, it’s kind of gross and weird.”
“She’s like twelve? What does he want with her? Isaac’s way too hot to be dating a pre-teen, let’s be honest.”
“She’s no good for him.”
My hands gripped the edges of my desk tightly and I tried not to completely lose it and begin shouting at them.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and held it under the desk to discreetly type a text for Isaac. “Can we skip last period?”
He responded within a minute. “Of course, babe. Is anything wrong?”
I texted back and told him that I would explain it all next period before sliding my phone back into my pocket and beginning to take notes.
When the bell finally rang at the end of class I quickly shoved all of my books into my bag and nearly sprinted out of the room. Isaac was already waiting just outside the door.
He could tell that I was upset so he pulled me into a tight hug and kissed the top of my head. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Why do you want to leave?”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the building. “I’ll explain in the car. I just don’t want to be here at the moment so we’re going to my house for a while.”
We got to the parking lot and into my car. I started the engine and shifted into drive before rushing out of the parking lot at towards my house.
“What happened?” Isaac asked when I screeched to a stop at a red light.
“These girls in my English class were talking crap about us, about me. They were saying that it’s weird because I’m short and that I’m no good for you and that you deserve someone who doesn’t look like a twelve year old and I just hate it. Honestly, I don’t really care what they say about me. I’ve heard about how short I am for my entire life but I can’t stand the idea of someone saying something bad about you.”
The light turned green so I stepped on the gas and we shot forward.
“Do you really think I care about what they think about us? Y/N, I love you, okay? If they can’t accept it then that’s their problem. Whatever they have to say is completely irrelevant. And for the record, you definitely don’t look twelve.” He said.
I smiled a little bit and grabbed his left hand with my right. “I just don’t like it. It’s not my fault that I’m so short and you’re an Actual Giant.”
Isaac laughed. “I like how short you are, actually. It’s adorable. And it’s really fun teasing you whenever you ask me to get things off of the top shelf.”
I rolled my eyes playfully. “Shut up. I can’t help that you’re like 10 feet tall.”
“Babe, I’m only like 6’2.” He smirked.
“Only?! There are probably eighth graders taller than me! I know there are eighth graders taller than me. Isaac, I’m small!” I wailed.
He squeezed my hand. “And I love that. Especially when we cuddle because I just feel like I’m keeping you safe when I hold you.”
My cheeks burned with the hint of a blush and I bit my lip. “Can we cuddle when we get to my house?”
“I was hoping we would.”
I smiled at him. “I love you, Isaac.”
He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I love you too, Y/N. So much.”
We pulled up in front of my house a few minutes later and hurried inside. Isaac threw me over his shoulder and I squealed as he took off towards my bedroom.
He carefully laid me down on the bed before flopping down beside me and pulling me tightly to his chest. “Those girls can say whatever they want and it doesn’t matter because you’re the one I want to do this with.”
We laid like that for a while but the way those girls had talked still bothered me. “You swear that you don’t think it’s strange that I’m so short?”
“I swear. I think it’s adorable.” He smiled.
“And you don’t care what those girls say?”
He nodded. “That’s right. I don’t care and neither should you. It’s you and me, okay? They don’t matter. They’re just jealous. Why is this bothering you so much? It didn’t bother you when those guys from the basketball team were talking about us…”
“You defended my honor but punching one of those boys in the face. Is that what you would like me to do? Punch one of the girls in the face?” I asked.
Isaac laughed loudly and squeezed my waist. “I’m clearly a terrible influence on you.”
“You’re the worst.” I teased.
He kissed my forehead. “And you’re the best.”
“You love me?”
I grinned. “Okay, good. I love you too.”
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