Request: Hi! i was wondering if i could have a Isaac imagine. where i set up this dinner for the two

Request: Hi! i was wondering if i could have a Isaac imagine. where i set up this dinner for the two of us just so we can forget about the world and everything that happens around us for just a few hours. just something fluffy cute. please and thank you

With a little help from Mrs. McCall you had managed to pull of the perfect romantic dinner for Isaac and yourself.  She had helped you to boot Scott out of the house for the night, set up the dinner table, and even helped you start cooking before she disappeared for work that night herself.  Isaac had been kept out all day by the help of Stiles, until you texted him to tell him to bring Isaac home.

Just as you took the boiling pasta off of the stove and poured it into the drainer in the sink you heard Stile’s jeep pull into the driveway.  The passenger door opened and closed as you turned the stove top off and quickly made up two plates of pasta.

“(Y/N)?”  Isaac called out from the front door, kicking it closed behind himself.  You quickly dried your hands off on a dish rag before ducking out of the kitchen and leaping into Isaac’s arms.

“Surprise!”  You smiled widely, laughing when he easily caught you and held you close to him.

“What’s this?”  He asked, looping his arms around your legs to hold them against his hips as he walked the both of you into the kitchen.  You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck to prevent yourself from falling before pecking him on the lips.

“I wanted to do something special for you, so with a little help from Mrs. McCall and Stiles I set this up for us.”  You replied, hopping down to stand on your own two feet once more.  Isaac smiled widely, taking in the dinner you had prepared.  The plates of pasta sat on the kitchen table with a bowl of salad and candles sitting in between them.

“You’re the best!”  Isaac smiled widely, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, placing a kiss there.  “I love it.”  You smiled widely to yourself, turning your head to kiss him before snaking out of his grasp and moving towards the table.  Isaac bound around you, pulling out your chair for you before taking his own seat across the table.

“I just thought it was a good time to do a date night sort of thing.”  You replied with a shrug, scooting your chair closer into the table and starting to eat into the pasta that you had cooked.  Isaac followed your lead, digging into his own plate of pasta and smiling widely at you.

“You’re a great cook!”  He gushed with a smile, starting to eat a little bit quicker than before.  You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head lightly.

“Thank you, but you might want to slow down a little bit.  I don’t want you chocking during date night.”  You teased, laughing when he gave you an apologetic look.

“Sorry.”  He replied sheepishly, starting to eat again but at a slower pace than before.  You giggled and finished off your own plate of pasta, spooning some salad onto your plate.  When you both finished off your own plates you looked back up at Isaac and couldn’t help but laugh.  “What?”  He asked with a frown.

“You have pasta sauce all over your face.”  You teased him, grabbing a napkin off of the table and walking over to him.  “Here.”  You laughed, whipping off the bit of red sauce that stood out on his nose before handing it to him to clean off his mouth with.

“Thanks.”  He chuckled, taking the napkin from you and successfully ridding his face of pasta sauce.  “Need help with the dishes?”  He asked, standing up and piling up your empty plates before carrying them over to the sink.

“You don’t have to.”  You tried to argue but he waved your objection off with a shake of his head.

“You wash and I’ll dry.”  He offered, dumping the dishes into the sink and picking up the dish rag off of the counter.  Working together you made quick work of the dishes in the sink, washing and drying them all before you turned the sink water off.  You yelped in surprise when you felt someone smack you’re butt, turning to look at a smirking Isaac with the dish towel in his hand.

“Sorry, it slipped.”  He lied, a big grin plastered on his face.

“Oh yeah, it slipped.”  You laughed with an eye roll.  He set the dish towel down on the counter and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, lifting you off of your feet and carrying you to the living room couch.

“You’re the best girlfriend ever, you know that?”  He asked, flopping backwards onto the couch and holding you to his chest, kissing the top of your head.  You sighed contently, twisting around to lay your head against his shoulder.

“I know, but I love it when you tell me it anyways.”  You laughed, moving your head up to kiss his neck once gently.  “I love you.”  Isaac smiled and patted your hair down absentmindedly, craning his neck down to kiss your lips once before resting his head back against the couch and closing his eyes.

“I love you too.”  He replied quietly.  You both stayed like that, wrapped up in each other’s arms, until you both feel asleep.