“What, nothing?”/ “Say something!” / Christmas proposal
A/n: I am combining a few different prompts because it was too perfect not to.
Pairing: Isaac x Reader
Word Count: approx 1.7k
Warnings: Vague mentions of Isaac’s past, unbearable amounts of sappiness and fluff
Song Inspiration: “Love is Beginning”- Imaginary Future
Christmas has always been your favorite holiday. You love the bustle of people out searching for that perfect gift that will bring a smile to someone’s face, the bright lights and colorful decorations, the sheer love that permeates the season.
You’re smiling as you reach Derek’s loft with your arms full of bags. The door is opened before you can knock, or rather kick, to announce your presence. Sometimes werewolf hearing is an annoying trait to put up with but now isn’t one of those times. You drop the bags inside the door in relief, careful of the glass items in there.
“Thanks, Scott,” You greet, pulling the Alpha into a hug. “How was the trip down?”
“Great,” Scott answers enthusiastically as he crushes you in his embrace. It’s been a good six months since you’ve seen him. “Well,” he amends. “It could have been better without the baby whining every five minutes.”
“Would you give that a rest,” Stiles appears out of the kitchen, coming over to wait his turn to greet you properly. “I was trapped in the back seat between the luggage and the cooler. And your wife was asking me to hand her a snack every five minutes. Next year, I’m driving.”
Scott’s smirking when he pulls away and lets Stiles engulf you in a hug as he disappears into the kitchen where Allison and Lydia are catching up.
“I’m never riding five hours in a car with a pregnant woman ever again,” Stiles whispers in your ear as he squeezes you hello.
You laugh lightly but it becomes a full-bodied cackle when Scott shouts “I heard that.”
Stiles rolls his eyes at Scott as he lets you go and steps back. “So,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets. “How’s it going? How’s Isaac? You two are still banging, right?”
“Not that it’s any of your business,” Isaac answers, walking in the door and wrapping his arms around you from behind. You both know that Stiles was just asking to be a pain in the ass. You’ve been with Isaac for almost two years now. He kisses your neck in greeting. “Hey, babe.”
“Hey,” you bite the corner of your lip to keep your smile from growing embarrassingly sappy.
“Ok, well, I’m going to go…,” Stiles trails off, trying to think of something he can do so that he doesn’t have to watch the two of you being disgustingly in love. He gets enough of that at home. Finally, he just shrugs. “I’m just gonna go.”
Isaac’s eyes trail after Stiles’ escape and a wicked grin settles on his face. He’s gotten what he was aiming for.
You twist in Isaac’s hold and kiss his lips. They’re warm and inviting so you don’t stop, deepening the kiss instead. It’s no mystery to anyone that Isaac is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. You speak those words often and loudly every chance you get.
A throat clears behind the two of you and you break apart to see who’s intruding on your romantic moment.
Derek stands at the door with his arms full of bags, scowl on his face. “Do you mind? You’re blocking the doorway.”
“Sorry,” you mutter, only the slightest bit embarrassed as you pull Isaac out of the way.
Derek passes to put the bags in his room, murmuring about wanting to have a nice, quiet Christmas to himself next year. You don’t need to be a werewolf to know he’s lying.
Boyd and Erica follow Derek into the loft, both with their hands full as well. Boyd carrying more bags and Erica carrying a platter of food.
“You missed the mistletoe by about a dozen feet,” she smirks, nodding at the plastic decoration hung over archway leading into the kitchen.
“Oh, yeah, thanks,” Isaac tells her as he sets his sights on it. Then, just to be a dick, he drags you over to the kitchen and kisses you under the mistletoe. Every time Erica tries to go around the two of you to set down the tray in her hands, Isaac shifts so that the two of you are blocking her way again.
“Not. Funny,” Erica narrows her eyes at him.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are we in your way?” Isaac asks, blinking back at her innocently.
“Just for that, I’m switching your present. Now you’re getting the socks I was going to give Derek,” She threatens.
Isaac grins gleefully but frees her hands, taking the tray into the kitchen for her, and returning to wrap her in a hug. “It’s been too long,” he says into her hair.
“I know,” Erica answers, holding tightly to her brother in all but blood. “I’d forgotten what a jerk you were in the flesh. (Y/n), here, had me tricked into thinking you were respectable now.”
You smile as you watch the exchange. This is why Christmas is your favorite.
~@~
Over the years, the pack has drifted apart physically but the bond between all of you remains strong. Christmas at Derek’s loft is the one place where you know you’ll get to see each other every year.
Voices carry around the table as you have a nice holiday dinner, people talking over each other and laughter echoing through the room. It’s the perfect lead up to what comes next.
Once dinner is finished, everyone converges around the tree to exchange gifts. Allison and Scott cuddle up on the couch while Stiles sits on the arm. For all his talk of crazy pregnant women, he’s awfully protective of the one that’s made his brother-from-another-mother so incredibly happy. Erica and Boyd sprawl out on the floor in front of them. You’re surprised when Lydia joins Erica and Boyd without a fuss, tucking her skirt under her legs but otherwise unbothered by the possible danger to her designer outfit. Derek takes one of the two remaining armchairs and Isaac lets you take the other, choosing to sit at your feet. His back is pressed against your shins and you’re in the perfect position to run your fingers through his hair.
“So, who’s first?”
There’s a flurry of ripping wrapping paper for the next twenty minutes or so as the pack takes turns opening their gifts. Isaac laughs when he does, indeed, get socks from Erica, but they aren’t nearly as ugly as the ones Derek gets from her so he’s grateful she didn’t actually switch them.
Soon enough, there’s one present left and it’s got your name on it. It’s a medium sized box and Isaac hands it to you with a shy smile.
“I hope you like it,” he says quietly.
You grin at him sweetly, running your hands over the perfectly wrapped box.
“I’m sure I’ll love it,” You assure him. Anything that comes from Isaac is going to be a gift from the heart. There’s no way you could not love it.
You unwrap the box quickly and open it to find mountains of tissue paper filling the inside. You slowly begin removing the paper, being careful not to dislodge anything small that might try to spill out with the paper. Soon, you’re at the bottom of the box and… it’s empty.
“What, nothing?” You ask with a laugh, certain that this is one of those holiday tricks like when someone wraps a box inside a box inside another box.
When you look up, you see Isaac on bended knee in front of you with a small velvet box in his hands. He’s smiling at you nervously and you realize that this is very much not a joke.
“(Y/n), when we first started going out, I honestly didn’t know how long we could possibly last. It wasn’t anything you did. You were perfect, the best thing that possibly could have happened to me. But that’s what made it so scary,” Isaac reaches out and takes one of your hands. “I had all these issues that I was afraid of talking about and I was worried about what people would think when everything was out in the open. I was afraid of what you’d think, that you’d see how damaged I was and run the other way. But somehow, you kicked down every last wall I had spent years building and you became the one person I knew I could talk to about anything.”
There are tears in your eyes at this point. You remember those late night conversations when Isaac bared his soul to you. You remember being horrified at what he’d been through and wanting nothing more than to hold him close and protect him from the world that had only taught him of hatred and fear.
“I don’t know if you’ve realized but you’ve saved me in so many ways. Growing up I was taught that love is a terrifying thing. Loving someone would only get you hurt. But, (Y/n), I’m not scared anymore. Because you showed me the other side of love. The side that heals instead of hurts, the side that’s open and unconditional. I love you so much and, if you’ll have me, I’d like to spend the rest of life being able to show you that. So, (Y/n), will you marry me?”
Isaac opens the little box in his hand and reveals a beautiful ring, white gold with a diamond set into the middle surrounded by a smaller diamond on each side of it.
You stare at the ring, mouth covered by one hand to try and muffle any embarrassing noises your crying might cause.
“Say something!” Someone says when you’ve been quiet for too long. You’d forgotten you had an audience.
Raising your eyes from the ring, you find Isaac patiently waiting for your answer. He knows you well enough to know that you can’t really speak when you’re trying not to cry.
“Yes,” you answer when you can finally speak again. “Yes!”
Isaac smiles and takes the ring from the box, slowly sliding it on your finger before wrapping you up in a warm hug. His eyes are wet when he pulls away but you pull him right back in.
And yeah, Christmas is definitely your favorite.
