Isaac Lahey Imagines

Lacrosse Shirt

Y/N stood in front of the mirror looking at herself in Isaac's lacrosse practice shirt. It said Beacon Hills Lacrosse on the front and on the back it has his number and his last name. While it was comforting to wear while he was away, she couldn't help but take notice of how unflattering it was on her. Isaac was tall and on the slim side. She was not. She had uneven rolls that the fabric would cling to, showing every imperfection on her body. The arm holes were a bit too small and slightly constricting around her upper arms. She wished his clothes fit her the way they did other girls. She wanted to be able to wear his shirts and have them loose and comfortable around her body. She wanted to wear his sweaters and not look like some unsightly oompa loompa. As of now, all she could really wear or would really wear around Isaac were his scarfs; and that's not cute or #couplegoals at all. But she didn't get what she wanted and when she looked in the mirror wearing this shirt all she could think was 'fat, fat, ugly, fat'.

She was in the middle of that thought when Isaac pranced into her house and up the stairs to her bedroom. When he got to the doorway he looked in to see Y/N wearing his lacrosse shirt and a wide grin spread across his face.

"Wow babe, that shirt looks so good on you."

Y/N gasped, startled by Isaac's sudden presence, and turned around to meet Isaac's eyes. "Isaac! What are you doing here?"

"I'm pretty sure my girlfriend lives here? I'm supposed to take her on a date tonight?" Isaac replied with a chuckle.

"Oh right I just-" Y/N started but Isaac cut her off quickly.

"It's fine don't worry about it I can wait for you to get ready."

"Thanks. Wait downstairs?"

"Of course Dear." Isaac started before leaning down and kissing her softly. "And don't be so nervous, I'm serious. You look so good in my practice shirt that it's kind of turning me on a little."

The two laughed and Y/N slapped his chest playfully before wrapping her arms around her unsightly torso. "Don't be ridiculous. It hardly fits. I was just wearing it for few minutes and now I'm going to go take it off."

"Please don't take it off." Isaac begged with a pout.

"Why not?"

Isaac let out an exasperated sigh reaching his hands out to cup her face so she couldn't look away. "I said I think you look really good in it and I meant it."

Y/N pursed her lips and moved from his light grip. "Well I don't agree. Besides we're going out."

"We can stay in if it means you'll keep that shirt on." Isaac offered.

"Nice try. Now go!" She giggled trying to lightly push Isaac out of her bedroom and into the hall.

"Seriously? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before." He chuckled, hardly moving from his spot no matter how hard she pushed.

"Yeah but that was with the lights off!" She said, huffing, continuing to push at his body.

Isaac laughs at the statement. "Do you forget I'm a werewolf with superhuman eyesight?"

She stops her actions for a moment to think about his question, slightly shocked by the words. "Actually, sometimes, yeah."

The statement only caused Isaac to laugh more. "I love you." He stated before leaning down to kiss her forehead then backing out of her bedroom and into the hall. "I'll be downstairs."

Y/N sat at the restaurant table pushing the food around her plate. She had been hungry but now that the food was in front of her she didn't seem to be. Her mind kept going back to Isaac seeing her in his shirt and how horrible she must have looked to him. As much as she tried not to care about her weight, and most of the time she didn't, she was only human and sometimes things got to her.