A single ice tray sat on the counter, not in the freezer. Nowhere even near the freezer. Y/n just stared at it in silence.
The counter was wet underneath it; a little puddle had formed around the tray and soaked into a folded dish towel she'd left there the night before. Isaac had probably taken the ice out, gotten distracted midway through putting it back, and wandered off to do something else entirely.
Again.
She reached forward to pick the tray up between two fingers, as if it offended her personally. Which, at this point, it kind of did. She opened the freezer and shoved the tray back into its slot harder than necessary.
Honestly, she could live with that. The ice tray thing was annoying, but manageable. She didn't even like ice in her water that much anyway. If that were the only thing Isaac did, she probably would've found it endearing in a pathetic sort of way.
The real issue was that Isaac never finished anything.
Every task he touched looked as if it had been abandoned halfway through; cabinet doors and the fridge were left wide open, things were left on the table, and he somehow managed to use every single dish in the kitchen to make instant ramen, then left the dish beside the sink instead of inside it.
At first, Y/n tried to be patient about it. Living with people always came with compromises, and no one in the house was perfect.
But no room was spared from Isaacs messes, the kitchen facing the worst of his wrath.
Y/n had started unconsciously adjusting her routine around him. If she heard him downstairs, she'd wait until he left before making food herself. She knew the second she walked in, Isaac would start talking to her;
"Can you grab me a plate?"
"Wait, while you're there can you put these pizza rolls in too?"
"Oh, are you making pasta? Can you make extra?"
Initially, she did not mind it. Isaac asked for things so casually, so absentmindedly, that saying yes came easy. He always sounded like he genuinely believed the request was small, like she was already there anyway, so what was the difference?
But eventually Y/n started lingering upstairs longer than necessary just to avoid it.
She'd sit on her bed scrolling mindlessly through her phone waiting for Isaac to leave the kitchen so she could go downstairs without accidentally becoming responsible for feeding another grown adult.
Because somehow every meal became communal once Isaac noticed she was cooking.
And if she left leftovers in the fridge? Forget about it. More than once she'd gone downstairs already thinking about the food she'd saved only to find the container shoved back into the fridge nearly empty. Isaac never even hid it either; he'd just blink at her when she stared at the container in disbelief.
"You weren't gonna finish all that."
Or worse:
"My bad, I forgot that was yours."
All the while his own leftovers from weeks ago sat untouched, tucked into the back of the fridge.
None of it sounded serious enough when she thought about it individually. That's what made her feel insane sometimes. It was all small things, but they stacked on top of each other slowly until she started feeling irritated before she'd even seen him yet.
Sometimes she'd hear Isaac downstairs and genuinely debate whether eating was worth the interaction.
The worst part was that Isaac never seemed malicious about any of it. He wasn't one of those roommates who intentionally dumped responsibility onto everyone else. In fact, half the time he genuinely looked surprised when someone pointed out the mess he'd made, like objects simply ceased to exist once they left his field of vision.
Still.
Intent only carried a person so far before they became unbearable to live with.
Hours later, the house was active.
Nick and Tanner laughed at something on his laptop at the kitchen island while Yumi sat on the couch scrolling on his phone. Isaac occupied the counter area, naturally making something that smelled burned.
Y/n wandered downstairs mostly for water. The moment she stepped into the kitchen, she stopped.
Crumbs. Everywhere.
Somehow, peanut butter smeared beside the toaster, too. The bread bag sat open beside the sink, and a butter knife rested directly on the counter instead of the plate, literally inches away from it.
And sitting near the stove like a personal attack from God himself was the ice tray, half melted.
Again.
Y/n stared at it.
Isaac did not notice her standing there, continuing to talk animatedly about something to Nick while opening the fridge.
"Oh my god," she muttered under her breath.
Isaac glanced over. "Hm?"
She looked at the kitchen again; the sink full, the sticky counter. The stupid fucking tray. Then at Isaac, who had apparently managed to destroy the room in under ten minutes.
"Can you clean up after yourself?"
Isaac blinked once, caught slightly off guard by her tone. "Yeah, in a second."
A second.
A second.
A second apparently meaning never in Isaac-language.
"No, not in a second actually."
The room quieted almost instantly.
Nick stopped typing, and Yumi slowly lowered his phone.
Isaac straightened slightly. "What?"
"You always say that," Y/n said, hearing her own voice sharpen. "Everything is always later with you. You'll clean it later, put it away later, deal with it later. But then you never do." Now that she'd started, the words came too fast to stop.
"I can't even cook in here anymore without cleaning up after you first. There's constantly crumbs everywhere, dishes everywhere, wrappers everywhere—"
"Okay, I said I'd clean it—"
"But you don't!" The sentence came out louder than she intended adn heat rushed violently into her face. "I am so tired of picking up after you all the time," she continued, hating how shaky her voice sounded now. "And the ice tray thing is actually insane. How do you forget the ice tray every single day?"
Isaac opened his mouth.
Closed it.
For once, he genuinely looked unsure what to say.
Tanner suddenly became very interested in the ceiling.
"And I'm not your mom, Isaac."
The moment it left her mouth, she wanted to die, because now she was painfully aware of everyone staring at her. The humiliation hit all at once, burning hotter than the anger had.
She took a small step backward. "Whatever. Forget it." Then she turned and walked upstairs before anyone could respond.
By the time she reached her bedroom, her chest hurt. She shoved the door shut behind her and buried her face into her pillow with a groan of pure embarrassment.
Great. Amazing. Now she'd had a public meltdown over an ice tray.
Objectively, Isaac was annoying to live with. She knew that. Everyone in the house knew that. But the second she'd raised her voice in front of everybody, all the frustration suddenly felt childish and dramatic.
Downstairs, muffled voices drifted through the floorboards.
"Dude, go apologize."
"I didn't even do anything on purpose!" Isaac hissed back.
"That is not helping your case," Yumi said.
Y/n squeezed her eyes shut.
A few minutes passed before there was a hesitant knock at her door.
"...Y/n?"
Isaac.
She considered pretending to be asleep.
"Can I come in?"
She let the question linger for a moment before she muttered, "Fine."
The door opened carefully.
Isaac stepped inside like he expected something to be thrown at him. His hoodie sleeves were pushed up unevenly and there was still a faint smear of peanut butter near his wrist somehow. He noticed her looking at it and awkwardly wiped at it with his sleeve.
Neither of them spoke at first. Then Isaac rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "I am sorry."
Y/n stared down at her blanket. "I shouldn't've yelled."
"Yeah, maybe not in front of everyone," he admitted carefully before quickly adding, "But, uh, fair complaint."
That made her glance up. Isaac leaned against the closed door, looking unusually serious.
"I know I'm messy."
"Catastrophically messy," she muttered.
"I know."
Isaac shoved his hands into his pockets. "I don't really notice half the stuff I leave behind until somebody points it out. My brain kinda moves onto the next thing before I finish the first thing."
"The ice tray genuinely makes me feel insane."
A laugh escaped him before he could stop it. "Yeah, okay, the ice tray thing is bad."
"You've done it like four times this week."
"Yeah."
"You left cereal in the microwave yesterday somehow."
"I didn't know where else to put it."
Y/n stared at him in disbelief.
Isaac cracked a smile first, and, unfortunately, that made her laugh too. It slipped out against her will, a little awkward, but enough to loosen some of the tension between them.
His expression softened. "I really didn't mean to make you this upset." The sincerity in his voice made her regret ever making a scene.
She looked down at her hands. "I didn't wanna keep nagging you all the time."
"You weren't nagging."
"I kind of was."
"No." Isaac shook his head. "Honestly, I think everyone in the house has just adapted to me being kind of annoying."
"You're very annoying."
"That's fair."
Another tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he pushed himself off the door.
"I'll do better," he said.
She eyed him suspiciously. "You're still gonna forget sometimes."
"Oh absolutely."
"Isaac."
"But less!" he defended quickly. "Way less. Hopefully."
Y/n shook her head. Hopeless. Actually hopeless.
All of a sudden from downstairs, Nick yelled, "ARE YOU GUYS DONE?"
Isaac and Y/n shared a look.
Tanner's voice followed right after. "IS SHE STILL MAD?"
"Dude, don't ask that," Yumi said, hushed.
Isaac dragged a hand down his face while Y/n covered her mouth, trying not to laugh harder. He looked back at her, smiling sheepishly now and annoyingly enough, it was difficult staying angry at him when he looked genuinely sorry.
tanner and you agree to being friends with benefits, but is that what you really want?
Content warnings: alcohol use, emotional distress, mentions of past domestic / relationship abuse, trauma responses (flinching, crying, panic), mild sexual themes (non-explicit)
Requested?: yes
↳ "hey can i request a fic of tanner/big t about reader and tanner being in a friends with benefits situation after they slept together once during a party but reader (who has feelings for tanner) is scared of getting into a relationship due to past trauma (abusive ex) with tanner (who also has feelings for reader) so tanner suggests a friends with benefits unaware of their feelings for each other. it goes on for months until tanner confesses to reader and reader just starts sobbing and telling tanner everything and that she loves him too but is too scared of him loving her. it should be very angsty 😈 idk maybe add in some smut in the end."
Y/n and Tanner were supposed to be friends. That’s how it had always been since forever.
The two of them could drink together, crash on the same couch, and talk nonsense in voice calls until the sun came up. But everything changed on the night of Tanner’s birthday.
Y/n showed up a mess; makeup streaked across her cheeks, and her outfit was thrown together like she hadn’t looked in the mirror before walking out the door. She was already drunk, voice too loud, and she laughed too hard at things that weren't even funny. She poured herself another shot before anyone could even greet her.
“Hey, maybe chill for a sec, yeah?” Tanner muttered, catching her elbow before she toppled into the counter. He tried to brush it off with a grin. “Don’t need you puking on my presents.”
She laughed, too loud again, and it made his skin crawl. Something wasn’t right.
Tanner, buzzing himself, thought at first she was just extra hype because it was his night. But the way her smile never reached her eyes made him think otherwise.
By the time she stumbled, nearly sending another drink to the floor, he caught her arm again. “Alright. That’s enough. C’mon.” His voice was still steady, but it carried a new tone – one of concern.
She blinked at him like she didn’t understand, then tried to wave him off, but he was already guiding her upstairs, toward the bathroom.
Y/n leaned against the counter, messy frazzled hair falling in her face. Tanner reached for a towel, running it under cool water. He pressed it to her hand, and she flinched like even that ounce of kindness burned.
“Hey…” he said softly, but before he could ask anything, she leaned forward. Her lips crashed against his.
Tanner froze. His mind screamed don’t, but the alcohol dulled his resolve, and the taste of liquor on her lips tugged him under. He kissed her back, hesitant at first, then hungrier when her hands fisted in his shirt.
And then suddenly she was crying. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as muffled sobs broke between kisses.
She shook her head, words slurring out in broken speech. Something about him, about last night, about being left. But he couldn’t piece it together, not with the desperate way she was pressed against him like she’d break if he stopped.
So he didn’t.
--
The next morning, the house was too loud for how hungover Y/n felt. Her head ached, her eyes burned like they’d been open for hours without blinking, and her stomach churned awfully.
Someone was already clattering in the kitchen, and the smell of stale beer lingered in the air. She sat on the edge of Tanner’s bed, his sheets bunched around her waist and stared down at her chipped nail polish, wishing she could disappear into the floorboards.
A deep breath left her chest as she tried to remember the events that led her there. She remembered fighting with her ex, the drinking, remembered Tanner leading her to the bathroom and then— oh, god.
Tanner shifted behind her, sheets rustling. “Good morning, beautiful,” His voice was scratchy with sleep
She dragged her eyes up, meeting his for not even half a second before looking away again. He looked softer than he should’ve, his hair tossed every which way, still half asleep, and that softness made her chest ache.
“I shouldn’t have done that last night,” she whispered. “I wasn’t thinking. My boyfriend— um, ex.. he ended things. For real this time. And,” Her throat tightened, “I was a mess.”
Tanner sat up fully, rubbing a hand down his face. “Y/n…” He let out a breath, frustrated with himself. “I knew something was off. I should’ve stopped it.”
Her head snapped toward him, panic sharp in her chest. “No. Don’t say that. I wanted it, Tanner. I swear I did.”
Silence passed between them as he studied her as if he were trying to read her thoughts. Then, quietly: “I liked it. Being with you.”
Her heart twisted. Hell, she wanted to tell him she liked it too, that she always wanted him. But the words froze in her throat.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I don’t know if you’re ready for… more, and that’s fine." He hesitated, a bit bashful, "But I don’t want to pretend nothing happened either. So what if we just… keep it casual? Friends, but… with the perks.”
The words hit like a brick in her stomach and the urge to throw up crept back up her gut. Friends. Casual.
“You’re suggesting... friends with benefits?” she asked, her voice thinner than she meant it to be.
“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, unless you hate the idea. It just feels easier than… ignoring it.”
Her breath stuttered. He didn’t mean it the way she wanted him to. He couldn’t. If she let herself believe that, she’d unravel completely.
So she swallowed hard, forcing a nod. “Yeah. Friends with benefits. Sure.”
Tanner’s grin was hesitant but warm, like he was relieved. “Alright. Friends, then.”
But as she stood to leave his room, her chest heavy and her eyes burning, she knew it wasn’t friendship she wanted at all.
--
The weeks that followed drifted by in a strange blur. Tanner and Y/n kept things quiet between them, unspoken rules forming naturally after that first night.
They’d meet in the kitchen for coffee, sit together in the living room for movie nights, and sometimes, late at night when the rest of the house had gone to bed, they’d end up tangled in each other’s arms.
It was always casual. Or at least, that’s what they told themselves. Makeout sessions fueled by too much alcohol, stolen touches in passings, and the occasional nights that ended with them pressed together on Tanner’s bed. Never more than that, never less. They laughed off awkward mornings, passing it off as nothing more than fun.
And yet, under the surface, something felt heavier. Y/n could see it in Tanner’s eyes when he caught her staring too long, and Tanner could feel it in the way her hand lingered just a moment too long on his. But neither of them dared to call it what it was.
It went on for months like this. Neither asked for more. Neither offered less. They existed in this liminal space, close enough to feel the warmth, far enough to avoid confronting what they really wanted.
And all the while, Y/n carried the quiet ache of wanting more but being terrified of letting anyone see how fragile she really was.
Tanner, for his part, kept his feelings tucked behind a careful smile, pretending he didn’t want to hold her closer, pretend he didn’t want to be more than just a “friend with benefits.”
The tension between them simmered quietly.
They weren’t doing much. Just sitting in the living room, a half-finished movie droning on while Tanner leaned back against the couch. Y/n sat cross-legged beside him, fiddling absently with the drawstrings of her hoodie.
At one point Tanner reached up to run a hand through his hair, stretching his arm a little higher than usual.
That’s when he saw it, her whole body tensed, and her eyes flicked up at his hand like it was a loaded weapon. Her breath caught, shoulders pulling in tight as if she was bracing herself for something.
“...Y/n?” His voice softened, concern sliding in. He lowered his hand slowly with more care than he needed to; he didn’t want to spook her more. “Hey. You know I’d never hit you... right?”
The panic on her face cracked into an awkward laugh, brittle and unconvincing. “Sorry. Yeah. I know that. Of course I know that.”
But Tanner wasn’t letting it slide. He leaned in a little, searching her expression. “Then why’d you look at me like that?”
Her fingers twisted tighter around the drawstring. She shook her head quickly, words tumbling out too fast. “It’s nothing, I swear. I’m— i don’t know. Jumpy.”
“Jumpy doesn’t make you look terrified.” His tone was gentle but insistent.
The pressure of his gaze undid her. Her chest stuttered, breath hitching as tears welled up against her will. She ducked her head into her palms, voice breaking. “I’m sorry— I don’t mean to make it your problem. i just—” She sucked in a sharp breath, trying to steady herself. “I’m sorry, Tanner, i'm so broken. And I don’t want you to see it. I don’t want you to love me and regret it.”
The nightmares she faced were still on her mind, vivid enough to make her chest tighten. Even weeks after it ended, memories of her ex lingered like a ghost she couldn’t shake. At the time, it had all felt like love; the late nights, the laughter, the moments she clung to as proof that it was real.
But now, without the rose-colored glasses, she could see how much harm he’d caused; the bruises she had to explain away, the scratches she swore were due to her clumsiness, the lies she had to swallow and excuse just to keep the peace. She remembered having to lie whenever he cheated, the false hope of his promising to change, then repeating the same miserable cycle.
His heart ached at the way she folded in on herself, crying and apologizing like she’d done something wrong. He reached out carefully, resting a warm palm over her trembling hands. “Hey. Stop. You don’t have to be afraid with me.”
Tanner held Y/n close, murmuring soft words of reassurance as her sobs wracked her body. It felt like forever before she could catch her breath again, and even when cool air finally filled her lungs, her chest still ached.
The tears kept coming, each one pressed into Tanner’s shirt as he held her tighter. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” he murmured.
Y/n rested her head against his chest a moment longer, letting her heartbeat slow while his steady warmth surrounded her. There was tenderness in his touch that left no room for doubt.
When she finally dared to look up at him through wet lashes, he didn’t move away. He just stayed there, steady and patient, waiting for her to believe him.
“Sorry…” Y/n mumbled, her voice hoarse from crying.
She knew she should pull away, create some distance before her feelings took over and she did something she’d regret. But she couldn’t. Some invisible thread seemed to tie her to Tanner, binding her to him no matter how hard she tried.
“It’s okay,” Tanner said softly, running a hand up and down the length of her shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re feeling better.”
He started to loosen his hold, ready to let her go, but she clung tighter, bunching the fabric of his shirt in her fists. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, his head tilting slightly as he studied her.
“Hey,” he whispered, barely a sound. “You’re alright. You hear me?”
Y/n nodded, though it was faint, her hands still trembling where they clutched at him.
He hesitated before lifting a hand, slow enough that she could stop him if she wanted. His fingers brushed her hair back from her face, careful, almost reverent. She didn’t pull away.
Her eyes met his, and something in his chest gave way. Tanner wanted to say a hundred things. That she wasn’t broken. That he’d never let anyone hurt her again. That the word friends didn’t even come close to what he felt when she looked at him like that.
But the words stayed in his throat. Instead, he leaned in just enough that she could decide. His breath ghosted against her temple. “You don’t have to run from me,” he murmured.
Y/n’s fingers loosened, but she didn’t let go. Her voice was small, almost afraid of being heard. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
“You won’t,” Tanner said, and he meant it.
The space between them shrank, slow and certain. His hand settled against her jaw, thumb tracing the edge of her cheek. She leaned into the touch, her lashes fluttering like she wasn’t sure if it was real.
For a moment, everything went still, the hum of the TV, the faint noise from outside, even the steady thud of his heart.
He kissed her, soft enough that it felt like a question.
When she leaned in again, he let her set the pace. Every movement was hesitant, but certain.
Tanner shifted just enough to draw her onto his lap, his hands finding the small of her back. She fit there easily, like she always had, though this time it meant something different. Her fingers twisted into his shirt again, not from fear, but to anchor herself.
He whispered her name once, barely audible. It came out like a promise.
He rested his chin on her hair, breathing her in like it steadied him. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. And for the first time in a long while, she believed it.
—
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Content warnings: smut, sexting
Requested?: yes
↳ "can i req romance prompt 10 ORR 21 with reader x Isaac ?"
Y/n's eyes shot open, her heart pounding, and the distinct memory of Isaac’s hands everywhere they shouldn’t have been clung to the back of her mind.
She remembered how his eyes darkened as a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, his breath hot against her neck, and how his lips grazed hers, barely.
Her room was dark, sheets twisted around her legs, and her face was warmer than it should've been. Her chest tightened and cheeks burned as she buried herself deeper in the tangled sheets.
Why did it have to be Isaac? Of all people.
She glanced at the clock on her nightstand: 3:02 AM. She rolled onto her side, mind still on the vivid memories of the dream.
But just as she was about to drift back to sleep, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Her eyes fluttered open to catch the glowing screen.
isaac
yo do u think bees go to heaven?
She blinked, her tired mind trying to process, and a small laugh escaped her.
She debated a moment, then, grabbing the phone off her nightstand, she rolled over and pulled the blanket closer around her, eyes half-lidded as she typed.
y/n
i dreamt of you
Her thumb lingered, then hit send.
His reply was instant.
isaac
sounds hot
She bit her lip, cheeks warming. He had no idea.
y/n
it was a nightmare.
She stared, the silence afterward stretching longer than she expected.
Then another text popped up.
isaac
how was dream me?
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile curling on her lips.
y/n
dream you was —
She paused, watching the blinking cursor like it might write the rest for her. Her fingers glided over the keys, backspaced, then typed again.
handsy
She hit send before she could overthink it longer, then immediately buried her face in her pillow. Her heart was racing again, just as it had when she first woke up.
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Reappeared.
isaac
oh?
dreaming about my hands now?
She bit her lip, unsure how to answer. She could see his smirk in her head, could hear the cocky tone he always used when he knew he had the upper hand.
y/n
u were very
touchy
isaac
sounds accurate
what else did i do?
The air caught in her throat now. Her legs curled under the blanket, and she hugged her phone to her chest for a second.
Her fingers hesitated over the keyboard, deleting three different replies before finally typing the only thing she could manage.
y/n
idk
i think u had me up against a wall at one point
She held her breath until his response came in.
isaac
jesus
okay
so dream me isn't that bad then
y/n
jealous?
isaac
a little
i think i could do better though
Butterflies exploded in her chest as she stared at his text
y/n
oh yea?
show me then
This time, his reply took longer. She stared at the display, suddenly terrified she'd gone too far. Her fingers hovered like she might delete it, then,
isaac
come over
i’ll show you exactly what my hands can do
She paused for way too long, then typed,
y/n
i cant
isaac
cant or wont?
y/n
i mean
literally cant
its 3am
and i have no pants
no gas
and i’m half asleep
She hit send, then followed it up:
y/n
i want to tho...
isaac
hot
y/n
hot?
isaac
yeah
something about u wanting to come over but not being able to
makes me want to make it worse
y/n
ur so cocky
isaac
u think ?
maybe i’ll describe it
real slow
since ur stuck there with no pants anyway
She let out a strangled sound and buried her face in her pillow again. Her heart was beating so fast it hurt. The blanket felt stifling, too warm, and she twisted under it restlessly, trying to escape the way her thighs pressed together on their own.
y/n
shut up
He only continued.
isaac
my hand on ur thigh
moving slow
y/n
ur not here
isaac
so?
still picturing it
The phone suddenly seemed too small in her hand, the screen too bright. His words lingered longer than she meant them to, and for a split second, she could almost feel the weight of his hand against her thigh. The image made a soft, embarrassed laugh slip out., and she shook it away quickly. this was a line she wasn’t supposed to cross… wasn’t it?
y/n
...u think ur smooth huh?
isaac
i know i am
bet i have u squirming right now
Her face turned bright red as she yanked the blanket over her head like she was hiding from his words. She couldn’t believe she was actually entertaining this – couldn’t believe Isaac was being so bold.
y/n
maybe..
isaac
ur all worked up huh?
just from me typing
She pressed the heel of her hand to her mouth, a breathy sound slipping past anyway. With a groan, she buried her face in the pillow, kicking her feet restlessly beneath the sheets.
y/n
ur insane
i hate u
isaac
no u don’t
i know ur smiling rn
bet ur thinking about me touching u
She bit her tongue hard, trying not to let out the strangled laugh that bubbled up. He wasn’t wrong – god, he wasn’t wrong – but the thought of admitting it made her shift under the blanket, thighs pressed tighter, the phone slipping in her sweaty fist.
y/n
maybe i am…
maybe i can’t stop picturing it
Her fingers trembled as she hit send, her heartbeat pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, phone clutched tight in one hand while the other twisted into the sheets beside her. Her whole body felt hot, like his words had reached across the screen and held her.
Every second of waiting stretched out unbearably, her breathing far too fast.
isaac
fuck
i’m actually hard rn
Her eyes went wide, heat crawling down her neck, and her chest ached with how badly she wanted more of him. She blinked at the message, a little stunned by how straightforward he was. It should have made her roll her eyes, but instead she found herself biting back a smile.
y/n
ur lying..
isaac
why would i lie?
u have me like this just from talking
As she stared at the blank message field, she was suddenly aware of how quiet the house was and how loud her own pulse sounded. This would change things. It might ruin whatever easy line they’d always had. Her hands shook a little as she typed, daring him.
y/n
what do u plan on doing about it then?
isaac
my hand’s already on me
and i’m still thinking about how you’d look under me
She nearly dropped her phone right onto her face. Her whole body went rigid, the words hitting harder than she expected. A rush of warmth spread low in her stomach, so sudden it made her gasp.
isaac
say u want it too
say ur touching urself rn
Just the thought of him, sprawled out somewhere with his hand wrapped around himself because of her, made her dizzy. Her mouth was dry, but she licked her lips.
Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard, shaking with the urge to say something, anything. She couldn’t admit how wet she already was, but nothing else was on her mind more than the urge to slide her hand lower.
And the ache only grew worse the longer she re-read his words.
y/n
jesus isaac
Her chest heaved as she typed, the confession spilling out before she could think better of it.
y/n
i can’t stop thinking about it
i want u so bad rn
Her hand slid under the blanket without her realizing, fingers skimming over her aching heat. A sharp gasp escaped her throat, her body thrumming in response.
Another buzz.
isaac
yeah?
u touching urself for me?
Her lip quivered as she pressed her fingers harder against herself, her back arching off the mattress. It was embarrassing how quickly her body responded, how wet she already was just from his words alone.
y/n
yeah..
fuck
i am
Her pulse was wild as she hit send. The second the message was delivered she covered her face with her free hand, muffling a desperate laugh that broke into a whimper. She couldn’t believe she’d admitted it – or how good it felt to say.
isaac
good girl
keep going
don’t stop until i say so
Her breath caught at his words. A rush of fire shot straight through her, and she obeyed without thinking, every nerve alight with the thought that he was doing the same. She pushed her fingers harder, hips twitching, chasing the rhythm her imagination supplied; his hands, his mouth, his weight pressing her down.
Miles away, Isaac’s knuckles were white where he gripped his phone, his other hand sliding so fast over his cock it almost hurt. His whole body was trembling, sweat sticking his shirt to his skin. A broken sound caught in his throat, somewhere between a groan and a whimper.
“Fuck” he muttered to no one, breathless. A flicker of shame twisted in his gut. He knew this was wrong, knew he shouldn’t be getting off like this just from her words, but he was too far gone. His body wouldn’t listen. Every time he thought about stopping, his hips bucked harder, chasing the slick drag of his fist.
He was panting like he couldn’t breathe without her, jaw slack, lips wet as little noises slipped out no matter how hard he tried to bite them back. He was desperate, needy, rutting into his hand, her name falling from his lips in hoarse, frantic whimpers.
isaac
ur gonna cum just from me talking
aren’t you?
He tried not to think of her – he knew he shouldn’t – but the image of her wouldn’t leave him, soft lips and curious eyes flashing through his mind until it was all he could see.
Dirty thoughts tangled with need, darker than he ever meant to have about her, and yet his body begged for more. He was panting her name before he even realized it, too far gone to stop.
Another buzz forced Y/n to focus, eyes blurring from the cloudy haze.
isaac
say it
say you’re mine while you’re fucking yourself for me
A whimper broke free. She wasn’t even embarrassed anymore; her body was betraying her too loudly to deny it. Her fingers circled her clit, slick and desperate, her thighs pressing together like she could trap the feeling, hold it right there.
Isaac’s hand sped up at the thought, precum smearing across his palm as he fucked into his own hand. The sheets were damp beneath him, his skin glistening with sweat. He was delirious with thoughts of her, chasing the thought like an animal starved, each stroke was a frantic plea for something he knew he shouldn’t want this badly. He wanted her sounds in his ear, wanted her body under his, but all he had was the image in his head and her messages.
Her thumbs smashed clumsily against the screen, the message barely coherent. She didn’t care. She was too far under, too lost in the frenzy of it to think straight – she just needed him to know what she was doing, what he was doing to her.
y/n
i
im yo
fuckkk im yrus
isaac
urs
She barely realized what she’d sent, vision swimming, her whole body shuddering as she pressed harder against herself.
Isaac’s eyes flicked over the mess of half typed words displayed on his screen. A breathless laugh tore out of him, his chest shaking even as his cock throbbed harder at the sight. God, she was so fucking cute, falling apart so badly she couldn’t even type straight.
He dragged his fist roughly down his length, head tipping back as a groan rattled from his throat.
isaac
im so fucking hard
fuck keep going baby i wanna hear everything
Her toes curled, a quick breath broke off in her throat as her own rhythm grew messier. Every buzz of her phone only pushed her further, the fantasy of him murmuring those words in her ear undoing her completely.
Her breath came in shaky gasps, the blanket twisted around her legs as she writhed against her hand. Every drag of her fingers made her clench tighter, her body trembling like she was right on the edge already.
Her phone buzzed again, and she barely managed to unlock it with shaky hands.
isaac
wish u were here so i could taste u instead
The second the message left, he was grinding into his fist like he needed her to breathe. Every drag made his vision blur, every thought collapsing into how she’d taste, how she’d sound with him buried between her thighs. He was past shame or caution – nothing existed but the hunger tearing through him.
His head fell back against the headboard, chest heaving as his hand moved over his slick cock. Broken whimpers tore from him, each breath ragged and shallow. His words lingered in his mind, scorching him from the inside out, making it impossible to slow down. His phone buzzed, and the sound made him groan, barely holding himself together.
y/n
fuck isaac
im soaked
He groaned aloud, fist clenching tighter, precum spilling down his shaft. He imagined her thighs spread, fingers glistening, her chest heaving as she gasped his name.
isaac
god ur killing me
i’d have u cumming on my tongue by now
your thighs shaking around my head while i don’t let up
She whimpered, her fingers circling her clit faster, thighs trembling uncontrollably. The image of him between her legs, his messy hair brushing her thighs, nearly unraveled her on the spot.
She could tell by the way his messages shifted – bolder, more filthy, like every word was dragged out of him by how close he was getting. The more reckless he got, the hotter her face burned, her stomach twisting with flustered need.
Her back arched, toes curling, every nerve alight. She could barely see straight, but her phone buzzed again, the vibration against her palm sending another jolt of pleasure through her.
isaac
tell me ur close
tell me how bad u want me filling u up instead of ur fingers
Her breath hitched, her hand moving faster, chasing it, unable to stop.
y/n
i am
im so close
isaacc plesae
Isaac bit back a groan, stroking himself faster, his abs tightening as he pictured her falling apart. Sweat dampened his temples, every muscle straining as the thought of her begging lit him up from the inside.
Her fingers worked frantically, her body twisting under the blanket. She couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from her now – soft gasps, broken moans muffled into her pillow as her legs shook with every press of her fingers.
isaac
fuck
cum for me baby
do it with me
Her stomach dropped, heat surging through her so suddenly it stole her breath. Her hips bucked into her own hand as the pleasure hit, overwhelming, crashing over her in waves. She clamped her thighs together, her free hand fisting the sheets as she came hard, whimpering his name into the dark.
Isaac was falling apart too. He stroked himself faster, her message still glowing on his screen, her voice echoing in his head. His hips jerked up, muscles tight as the release ripped through him. Hot ropes spilled over his stomach and hand as he groaned her name, chest heaving, every sound raw and guttural.
For a long moment, both lay there – her in tangled sheets, him in a mess of sweat and cum – breathless, their phones still glowing in their hands.
It took a moment for Y/n to collect herself, her chest rising and falling just as fast.
y/n
holy shit
A moment later his reply came, smug as ever.
isaac
told u dream me had nothing on real me
She laughed breathlessly into her pillow, her whole body still buzzing.
y/n
well
sure ur good at typing
but that doesn't prove anything else
She smirked at the phone, biting her thumbnail as she waited for the dots to appear.
isaac
…oh?
so ur doubting me now?
y/n
mhmm
all talk
She grinned, rolling onto her side and tucking the blanket under her chin as her fingers drummed nervously against the side of her phone, betraying the calm tone of her text.
isaac
fine.
guess i’ll just have to ruin u in person then
She tugged the corner of her pillow over her face, grinning into the cotton like it was hiding her.
y/n
bold promise
isaac
not a promise
a guarantee
y/n
ok
then i’ll let u prove it
someday
She hovered over send, chewing her lip before finally tapping.
The reply came quick.
isaac
someday?
more like soon 😝
Her stomach fluttered violently, and she buried herself deeper under the covers. She wanted to argue, but her grin wouldn’t go away.
y/n
we’ll see
isaac
oh we will ;)
She dropped her phone onto her chest, staring at the ceiling with a helpless laugh. Her body still buzzed from everything that just happened, her heart too loud in her ears.
And maybe – just maybe – she wanted him to make good on his promise.
Content warnings: none
Requested?: yes thx u
↳ can you write a fic based on the anime con they went to? like y/n cosplays with isaac and them being cute together?
short one soryy i have one million drafts im trying to clear out rnnn >m<
you and isaac wanted to cosplay as Denji and Power
it was his idea originally, half-joking, until you both committed way too hard and ended up looking actually really good
you were supposed to leave at 9
by 9:17 Isaac was still trying to get your wig just right
he styled it right on your head, determined to get it perfect
it was honestly super cute how focused he got, redoing sections until it looked good enough to him
“you guys are so corny it’s actually insane,” Yumi commented at some point, watching you fix isaac’s collar for the third time
the moment you arrived at the con, you stuck by his side, holding his belt loop, clinging to his arm or gently leading him by his tie
not just because you didn't want to lose him, but mostly because you liked the way he leaned into your touch every time
isaac found it hilarious every time he turned his head and smacked you with the foam chainsaw, fully on purpose
“isaac, i’m going to rip that off your head,”
your revenge is poking him in the side with the horns on your head every time he got too smug about it
photographers and randoms love your duo cosplay, so expect a million pictures
Larry tries to photobomb every one of your couple shots, sometimes holding random props from other booths
Isaac lets you crawl up onto his shoulders when trying to snap a cool shot
he dares you to try standing up there
you nearly stand, wobble, and immediately regret it, clutching his head like your life depended on it, but he just llowers you down, laughing
you two end up accidentally wandering off from the group more than once because you both got distracted by booths
"hey where'd everyone go?"
"i think we lost them like 20 minutes ago."
"oh.."
at one point, he takes your jacket sleeves and wraps them around your whole body, tying them behind your back, arms pinned
“there. now i don’t have to worry about you running off.”
he picked you up and carried you around like that for a solid twenty minutes
Nick got the whole thing on video
he tugs you behind booths or around corners so he can kiss you in peace, away from people and cameras
“come here for a sec,” he whispers, pulling you close
he shares all his snacks with you, buys you a stupidly expensive plush, and still manages to sound smug when you complain that your feet hurt
“you could sit on my feet. or my shoulders again. or i could carry you.”
(he absolutely did end up carrying you again)
during a break, you end up sitting in Isaac’s lap while the rest of the group sprawls around you on the grass
the group keeps trying to take a nice picture together, but someone’s always blinking or doing a bit
eventually you all give up and just take a silly picture
by the end of the day, everyone’s tired and overstimulated, but you’re all still laughing, taking blurry selfies, and planning where to eat
isaac shows up to take care of you when you're on your period
Content warnings: none
Requested?: yesss
↳ "I was wonder if you could do IssacWhy comforting his gf with her bad period cramps?"
Y/n sighed, hugging a pillow tighter against her stomach as another wave of cramps hit.
All she wanted was to cuddle with her boyfriend, but instead, she was curled up in bed, bloated, irritated, and exhausted.
She sniffled, frustration bubbling under her skin like everything was just too much. The kind of irrational, hormonal spiral that left her wishing for peace and quiet – or just a reason to stop feeling like everything was falling apart.
Letting out a tired groan, she kicked off the covers and dragged herself to the kitchen. Maybe food would help. Maybe chocolate. Or mac and cheese. Or both.
She opened the fridge, stared at its contents for way too long, and shut it again with a huff. Nothing looked good. Everything felt wrong. Even the idea of eating made her stomach twist in protest.
Overwhelmed, Y/n sank to the kitchen floor, leaning back against the fridge. Her knees came up to her chest, arms wrapped around them tightly as hot, frustrated tears spilled over her cheeks. She hated this. All of it. The pain, the mood swings, the helplessness.
She was so caught up in her misery that she didn’t notice the front door open. Didn’t hear the soft footsteps crossing the floor. Not until a pair of arms wrapped around her.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” a soft voice murmured.
Startled, she lifted her head, eyes glossy as she turned to see Isaac kneeling beside her. “Isaac? What are you doing here?”
He gave her a lopsided smile, brushing away a tear with his thumb. “Am I not allowed to check on my girlfriend?”
Y/n groaned and wiped her nose with her sleeve. “I look like shit.”
Isaac laughed, “Yeah, I wasn’t gonna say anything, but…”
She smacked him lightly on the chest. “Wow. Rude.”
“Just saying, you’ve looked better,” he teased, standing up and offering her his hand.
She took it, and he gently pulled her up into a warm hug. Her head rested against his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist as he kissed the top of her head.
“You’re gonna regret this,” she mumbled against his hoodie. “I’m a hormonal mess. You’re in the danger zone.”
“If I die, I die,” he said dramatically, making her laugh for the first time that day.
He pulled back slightly, digging into his hoodie pocket. “Brought you something.”
She blinked. “What is it?”
Isaac pulled out a small bag filled with snacks – chocolate, gummy bears, and a heating pad.
Y/n stared at the bag like it was the holy grail. “I might actually cry again.”
He grinned. “No crying. You already did that part.”
“Wow. You’re on thin ice, sir.”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
She rolled her eyes, grabbing the heating pad. “Only because you brought chocolate.”
Isaac leaned against the counter as she filled a cup of water and popped a painkiller. “You know, you were crying in the kitchen like it was the end of the world five minutes ago. But sure, it was the chocolate.”
“I’m emotionally unstable, okay?” Y/n said dramatically, “Do not test me.”
Isaac raised his hands in surrender. “Noted.”
They headed back upstairs, where he flopped onto her bed like he lived there. She followed, crawling on top of him and burying her face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her instantly, fingers gently brushing through her hair.
“You’re warm,” he murmured, his voice muffled into her hair.
“You’re comfy,” she replied sleepily, curling in closer.
“Perfect combo,” he said, smiling into the crook of her neck. “Let’s never move again.”
She let out a quiet laugh, her fingers lacing with his. “Deal.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and grabbed her hand. “Sleep, baby, I got you.”
She gave his hand a little squeeze, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Silence settled over the room for a few moments. Then Y/n spoke again, quieter this time. “Goodnight… I love you.”
When he didn’t answer right away, she frowned. “Please don’t tell me you already fell asleep.”
“Hm? No,” he mumbled.
“Then say it back, stupid.”
“I love you too.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, finally closing her eyes as the sound of his breathing lulled her to sleep.
tgc noticing you wearing jewelry with their initials on it
Content warnings: none
Requested?: yes :3
↳ "How tgc would react to you wearing a necklace ir bracelet with their initial on it"
## Isaacwhy
the second he notices the bracelet, he’s already smirking
doesn’t even say anything at first, just stares until you catch on and get self conscious
“ohhh… what’s this, then?” he grabs your wrist and tilts it around in the light like he’s examining expensive jewelry “looks good. i think the letter makes it, though”
he’ll touch it constantly, tugging your sleeve up to make sure it’s visible
“you must really like me, huh?”
if you get flustered and tell him to shut up, he just leans closer, lowers his voice a little: “don’t act shy now, you’re the one who bought it”
tries to one up you by threatening to get your initial tattooed. you dont know if hes joking or not..
100% takes a picture of it when you’re not looking, then later drops it in the GC with no context and when the boys react, he just replies, “what can i say? i inspire”
## softwilly/Nick
he notices the necklace instantly, because of course he does
his grin is feral
he reaches out and hooks a finger under the chain, tugging lightly just to watch you stumble closer “this is mine?”
absolutely loves pointing it out in front of everyone
mid conversation, he’ll just smile and go, “yeah, but did you guys see my necklace?”
if anyone groans or calls him annoying, he just kisses your cheek obnoxiously loud and goes, “what? I’m being sentimental”
pet names become ten times worse after he sees it, “necklace baby” or even “my little jewelry box.” he won’t stop
he loves to just hold you and admire it “looks better on you than it ever would on me”
hes way softer about it later on after all the teasing has worn off
he runs his thumb over the pendant and presses a kiss to your temple, quieter now “you didn’t have to, but… i like that you did”
and then he kisses all over your face, laughing every time you swat at him
## Tanner/Big T
he doesn't notice right away
you’re just sitting with him, and it catches his eye when you’re absentmindedly spinning the ring around your finger
he presses his thumb over the ring, then suddenly blurts “wait… T like... tanner?”
when you nod, he immediately gets that goofy grin like he’s both hyped and embarrassed
he leans in dramatically, squinting at your hand like a detective “huh. yup. says right here… you’re obsessed with me”
he keeps making up “meanings” for it “no no it doesn’t stand for Tanner. it stands for… tall, talented, totally... handsome…” and he doesn't stop until you throw a pillow at him
he keeps dragging the bit, pretending to sound all smug, but he keeps tripping over his words because he’s grinning too hard
he tries to move on, but he keeps glancing at it the rest of the night
## Yumi
you spend half an hour dropping not so subtle hints
tucking your hair behind your ear, tilting your head, even leaning closer when he talks
he just frowns at you. “…why are you doing that? do you have a crick in your neck or something?”
you’re biting back a laugh, shaking your head. “no”
you do it again, big smile, hair tucked back
“…okay, what is wrong with you?” he narrows his eyes, dead serious. “blink twice if you need help”
finally, you roll your eyes and groan, “look at my ears”
he blinks, leans in a little, and then goes completely still when he catches the letters Y U M I, glinting gold with a strawberry swaying at the end
his fingers automatically reach up and brush the strawberry charm
“weirdo”
you smirk “you like them.”
“…they’re cute,” he mutters, but he can’t resist brushing his fingers against the letters a minute later
the whole rest of the night, he keeps sneaking glances at your earrings, pretending he’s not
## Larry Croft
as soon as he notices, a grin spreads across his face like hes caught a little secret
he tilts his head, eyes on the letter, still smiling
he’s both amused and genuinely happy: “that’s actually really cute.”
teasingly pokes at it with his finger, joking: “hmm… so you’re officially mine now?”
he casually compliments it: “It looks really good on you, by the way.”
every time he teases, there’s a softness under it; he genuinely likes seeing it on you, and it warms him up
by the end of the evening, he’s touching it lightly, “this is officially my favorite thing on you.”
isaac lets you into his room during a thunderstorm
Content warnings: smut, fingering
Requested?: yes
↳ "something with isaac where reader lives in the group house and both isaac and reader are the most distant out of everyone but one night everyone else is out of the house for the night (either like away visiting family or filming an vlog that they have to be away for or something) and there’s a storm and reader gets scared so she goes to isaacs room and he lets her sleep in his bed with him and they both realize they kind of avoid eachother because they really like eachother and maybe some smut if possible"
Y/n and Isaac weren’t strangers to each other.
They lived under the same roof, shared the same kitchen, same group of friends. But, there was always a bit of space between them.
He wasn’t rude, just reserved in a way that made her feel like she was intruding even when she wasn’t. So she gave him space. Respected what she assumed was his need for solitude, thinking his silence was just another part of his personality. A little aloof, maybe, but harmless.
What she never realized was that Isaac was doing the exact same thing; keeping his distance because he thought she wanted it, both unaware that the space between them was built on mutual misread signals.
And while that silence stretched on, a storm rolled in hard and fast.
By the time the rain started pounding against the windows and the thunder shook the walls, the rest of the guys were long gone for some last-minute overnight vlog trip hours away that she opted out of without much thought.
She hadn’t expected to regret that decision.
But now the house was too quiet, too dark except for the occasional flash of lightning. Every creak felt louder than it should, and the wind whistling under the front door made her skin crawl.
And she hated it.
She tried distracting herself with music, a movie, even scrolling through videos with a blanket pulled up to her chin. But nothing helped. The thunder was too loud, too sudden, and all too unpredictable.
Eventually, she gave up trying to pretend she was fine, which brought her here, standing outside Isaac’s door, clutching a blanket around her shoulders.
She hesitated, her knuckles raised halfway to knock. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe he’d think she was being ridiculous. Perhaps he’d be annoyed—
The thunder cracked again, sudden and sharp, and she flinched hard enough to knock by accident.
There was a period of silence, then the door creaked open.
Isaac stood there, a little disheveled – shirtless, in grey sweatpants, one earbud still dangling from his phone. His hair was messy, his expression unreadable behind the shadows of his room. He had clearly been dozing.
He looked at her. Then at the blanket. Then at the hallway behind her.
“…You good?” he asked, voice low and hoarse from sleep.
“um” She cleared her throat, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late—” Another rumble, lower this time, but longer. She winced. “I can’t sleep. And I didn’t want to be alone.”
He didn’t say anything at first. Just watched her for a second longer.
Then he stepped aside.
“Yeah. Come in.”
Her heart thudded as she crossed the threshold.
His room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the moonlight. The floor was cluttered with hoodies and laundry that definitely hadn’t made it to the basket, and the bed was unmade, blankets kicked to one side like he’d just crawled out of them.
He shut the door behind her, quietly.
It felt strange, suddenly being in his space like this; they barely spoke on most days. Lived together, sure, but not much else. The occasional “hey” in the kitchen, the odd shared glance when someone said something stupid. That was it.
And now here she was, wrapped in a blanket like some kid scared of the dark, standing in his room.
What the hell was she doing?
She felt stupid. She wasn’t even sure what part made her feel worse; how nervous she was, or how obvious it probably looked.
Isaac's voice cut through her thoughts. “You want the bed?” he asked, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.
She blinked. “What?”
“You can have it. I’ll take the floor. Or chair, whatever.”
Her brows knit. “Oh— Isaac, no. That’s not what I meant…” She swallowed, fidgeting with her fingers. “I just didn’t want to be alone. I’m not asking to kick you out of your own bed.”
There was a flicker of something in his expression – confusion first, then softened as he understood.
“Oh,” he said, quiet.
He watched her for a second longer, like he was recalibrating everything. Then he gave a short nod.
“Okay.” He walked back over to the bed, sat on the edge and set his phone on the nightstand, which immediately clattered against a can, knocking it over and sending one or two bottles tumbling to the floor with a dull thunk.
He didn’t react to the noise. Just grabbed a pillow, dragged it to the far side of the bed, and pulled the blankets back. Then he patted the spot beside him once, and laid back with a sigh – eyes already closed, one arm thrown lazily over his stomach.
She hesitated a second before climbing in beside him, keeping to her side.
For a while, they didn’t speak and no matter how long she laid there, sleep never came.
Every crack of thunder made her jolt, her fingers twisted in the fabric of the blanket, restless and fidgeting as her breath tried to stay steady.
Isaac didn’t say anything – not at first. Just laid there pretending not to notice.
But he did.
He noticed every time she flinched, every time she tensed beside him like the storm was personally attacking her. And eventually, with a quiet sigh – more tired than annoyed – he shifted.
He rolled over, one arm reaching over her to retrieve his phone again, and his body pressed up against her. His voice was rough, barely more than a mumble when he spoke. “you’re moving too much.”
Her breath caught.
“Oh— sorry,” she whispered, immediately freezing under him. “I didn’t mean—”
He hummed, handing her his earbuds. “here.”
She stared at the earbuds in his palm. “…what?”
"Music." Isaac’s eyes flicked to her, then away just as fast. “it’ll block it out. Just take ’em.”
Her fingers brushed his as she reached and the contact made her stomach twist. She slipped the buds in, the hum of a playlist filling her ears, and only then realized how much her hands were shaking.
“Better?” he asked, low over the music.
She nodded quickly. “Yeah… yeah. Thank you.”
He grunted, already settling back down, arm resting heavy across her stomach like it had been an accident. But he didn’t move it.
His thumb brushed absentminded circles against her hip, so faint she wasn’t sure he knew he was doing it.
He was warm. Too warm. Shirtless and solid beside her, and suddenly she didn’t know what to do with her hands or her heartbeat or literally any part of her body.
She tilted her head slightly, like she might say something – thank him again, maybe, or ask if he was okay like this. But before she could, his breathing evened out like he’d already drifted back to sleep.
The storm hadn’t gone anywhere, but it wasn’t what kept her awake anymore.
Now it was Isaac.
She couldn’t stop thinking about it, about him and how close he was.
How his hand could so easily move just a little lower, or how his body was pressed so tightly against her now, like every inch of her was suddenly hyper aware.
Her heart was beating way too fast for someone trying to sleep.
And when she shifted slightly, just trying to get comfortable, she felt it; the smallest hitch in his breath and the subtle twitch of his fingers against her.
He was awake.
Or at least, not as asleep as he’d seemed.
She stayed still, like maybe if she didn’t move again, her brain would stop spinning.
It didn’t.
She swallowed. “...Isaac?” and removed an earbud from her ear
He didn’t answer at first. Just a raspy hum, like he was debating whether to keep pretending to be asleep.
“You don’t have to…” She hesitated; her voice came out small. “…hold me like this.”
He shifted, his hand tightening at her hip. “Yeah. I know” His voice was soft, husky with sleep.
Her pulse jumped. “…Then why are you?”
He exhaled slowly, his breath warm at her neck, “’Cause I want to.
Her brain scrambled for something to say.
And then he kept going, his voice a murmur against her hair.
“I like having you close. I wanna touch you like this.”
She prayed he couldn’t hear how fast her heart was racing. “Isaac…”
“Hm?” His thumb slid higher, grazing the edge of her ribs. “Too much?”
“No...” her voice cracked, embarrassingly so. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”
He chuckled under his breath, “Why not? It’s true.”
She rolled onto her side, his hand not moving from her waist, and suddenly they were face-to-face. Another flash of lightning lit the room for a split second, and his eyes found hers right away like he’d been waiting for her to look.
“I didn’t think you even… liked me all that much.” She admitted, nipping at her bottom lip/
That finally made him pause. His thumb stilled against her side, and for a second she swore he was going to pull back.
Instead, he huffed out a quiet laugh, “Yeah, well. I guess i’m not exactly good at showing it.”
Her heart skipped, tripped, did everything but slow down. And suddenly the space that had always existed between them – the awkward silences, the distance, the careful sidesteps in the living room – made sense.
She blinked at him, caught between relief and disbelief. “You could’ve fooled me.”
“I know,” he admitted, eyes flicking down like he didn’t want to meet hers. His thumb started moving again, slow against her waist, more careful this time.
“You’re doing a better job now,” she murmured, and instantly wanted to bite the words back.
But he smiled, “Good. ‘Cause I don’t really wanna stop.”
Her hand twitched where it rested near her chest, then lifted, hesitant at first, before finally brushing against his jaw.
“Then don’t,” she whispered.
For a second, neither of them moved. His eyes searched hers like he was checking, making sure. Then he dipped forward, closing the space in one steady motion.
He caught her mouth with his, warm and desperate, like he’d been holding it back for months. His grip tightened, pulling her flush against him as if he couldn’t stand the idea of space anymore.
She gasped softly into his mouth, and he took it, deepened it, his tongue brushing against hers before retreating just enough to make her chase him. Heat spiraled through her stomach, all nerves and want tangled up together.
When he finally pulled back for air, his hand slid just slightly higher on her side – close enough to make her whole body light up. “You have no idea how bad I want to touch you right now.”
Her pulse thudded hard enough that she thought he might feel it through her chest. "Please."
That was all it took. Something in his restraint snapped. He shifted, rolling just enough to press her onto her back beneath him. The mattress dipped, sheets tangling between them.
His mouth found hers again, harder this time. She felt his hand slide up her ribs before curling behind her neck, his fingers tangling at the base of her hair. The gentle tug made her chest arch, lips parting for him without a thought.
And god, she missed it already, the way his palm had lingered on her waist. Some desperate part of her wanted him to go back, wanted him to press further.
Then his kisses trailed lower – her jaw, the curve beneath her ear, down the curve of her throat. Each press was needier, and she couldn’t stop the sound that slipped out when his teeth grazed her skin.
“Isaac—” she breathed, one hand resting on his chest, the other curling around his shoulder
That made him smirk against her neck. “I love how you say my name,” he murmured, his voice smug. His hand in her hair tightened, pulling just enough to make her look at him. “Careful. I might start wanting to hear it a little more.”
Heat shot through her stomach, and she swore her heart forgot how to beat altogether.
Isaac shifted, one knee resting between her thighs, heat pressing through the fabric of her clothes, and she whimpered softly, arching up instinctively. His eyes darkened, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watched her reaction.
His fingers slowly slipped out of her hair, trailing down her side before they slid just inside the waistband of her pants, ghosting along her skin and over the thin fabric of her panties. The soft brush of his fingertips sent shivers through her body.
She bit her lip, chest rising and falling too quickly, as his hand inched closer, pressing just over the fabric.
His thumb pressed just so, testing, drawing small, stifled sounds from her lips. Her chest rose and fell faster, fingers tightening around his shoulder as he leaned closer, mouth brushing her ear.
Her breath caught, a quiet, broken sound slipping past her lips before she could stop it. He pressed harder, circling just right, and her hips shifted up against his hand without her permission.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, the word hot against her ear. His lips brushed her temple, then lower, grazing her jaw. “You sound so good like this.”
She whimpered, half a protest and half a plea, arching when his fingers shifted just right. The sound made him groan low in his throat, his mouth finding the hollow of her throat again, teeth scraping lightly over her skin.
“God, you feel…” he broke off with a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead to her jaw for a second. His fingers slipped under the waistband properly now, brushing against her slick heat, and she jolted. “Shit. You’re already—” he cut himself off again, swearing softly. “Been wanting this too fucking long.”
Her hand flew up, grabbing his wrist out of instinct, though she didn’t push him away. Instead, her grip trembled as she tried to pull him closer. “Don’t stop.”
That undid him. His mouth crashed back against hers as two of his fingers slid against her, slow at first, until they finally slipped inside the thin fabric and pressed where she needed him most.
Her whole body arched, a gasp swallowed into his kiss and her nails dug into his shoulder, leaving faint red crescents as she clung to him like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
Isaac groaned into her mouth, his pace quickening just enough to make her breath stutter.
Her body was trembling, every nerve lit up, her nails sinking into his skin hard enough to leave scratches. He hissed at the sting, but didn’t stop; if anything, his movements grew rougher, more determined.
“Look at you,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to watch her face twist in pleasure. “So fucking pretty like this… can’t believe you’ve been in the next room this whole time, and I didn’t have you like this for me sooner.”
She gasped, eyes squeezing shut as a moan slipped out, louder this time, and Isaac grinned against her jaw, pressing his mouth to her skin to muffle the sound of his own groan.
“Don’t hide it,” he urged, thumb pressing firmer as his fingers fucked into her harder, faster. “Let me hear you, sweetheart. I wanna know how good I make you feel.”
Her hips moved without her meaning to, chasing every thrust of his hand. The wet sounds between them only drove him more insane, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as he pumped into her with an almost desperate rhythm.
“You’re so wet for me,” he breathed, his voice breaking on a low groan. “God, I can feel you squeezing my fingers already. You gonna come for me, huh?”
Her back arched, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. She couldn’t answer, not with how close she was, how tight the coil in her stomach was pulling, but Isaac didn’t need her words. He could feel it, could see it in the way her thighs shook and her body clenched around him.
“That’s it,” he growled, his thumb circling faster, unrelenting. “Don’t fight it. Let go for me.”
Her whole body tensed, the pleasure snapping all at once, rushing through her in hot, pulsing waves. She cried out his name, nails raking down his back as her climax tore through her.
Isaac groaned at the sound, kissing her hard, swallowing every broken moan as he worked her through it, his fingers never slowing until she was trembling beneath him, twitching with every aftershock.
Only then did he ease his hand back, slipping his fingers free. He pressed them against her thigh for a second, catching his breath as he looked down at her flushed, dazed expression.
“Fuck,” he muttered, brushing his lips against her temple. “You’re perfect.”
He hovered above her, bracing himself with one arm by her head, the other settling against her waist as if grounding her. He dipped down, pressing his lips softly to her temple, then her cheek.
Her breath was shaky, eyes fluttering open just enough to meet his.
“You good?” he murmured, low.
She nodded, still catching her breath. “Yeah… yeah.”
“Good.” He kissed her once more, lingering this time, before easing his weight slightly so she wasn’t crushed beneath him. His hand traced slow patterns at her side, coaxing her down from the high.
She finally glanced back at him, biting her lip. “It’s kinda unfair, though.”
He raised a brow. “Unfair?”
“You didn’t… y’know.” Her voice dropped, embarrassed, as her hand made a vague little gesture.
His smirk returned immediately, “I didn’t need to. It wasn’t about me.”
Her stomach fluttered again, and she rolled her eyes. “Still feels like I owe you one.”
He leaned closer, brushing his nose against hers, voice lower. “Then I’ll just have to collect. Next time.”
She laughed under her breath, shaking her head, but the way her fingers curled into his chest gave her away. He only smiled, tucking her tighter against him as the room grew quiet, her cheek resting over his heartbeat.
Isaac is so cocky and open when it comes to flirting with you
confident and calculated
he treats flirting like a game, and he’s winning
just overall a smug menace
like he knows exactly what he’s doing (and he enjoys every second of it)
lowkey show-off energy
you’ll be minding your own business, talking on stream, and suddenly he drops a comment mid-sentence like:
“chat, don’t they look way too good to be playing this game right now?”
or “if i win this, i get a kiss. that’s fair, right?”
and while you’re frozen, face turning bright red, theres a smirk planted on his face the entire time
he lives to make you flustered
off stream? he’s manages to be even worse
he’ll lean against a doorframe with his arms crossed, tilt his head a little, and go, “you always look at me like that?”
or whisper something like “You're really gonna sit there looking like that and expect me to focus?” while you're literally just chilling in his bed as he edits
he’s the type to wink and keep walking like it was nothing, leaving you internally screaming and confused
and he knows how he makes you feel, too
when your face gets all red, he’ll grin and say something like, “cute. got you again.”
the rest of the boys absolutely call him out for it:
“bro. stop. they’re going to explode”
to which Isaac responds with something that has you red as a tomato
if you try to flirt back, he doubles down instantly
he’ll raise an eyebrow and go, “Oh? That’s how we’re playing now?”
his flirting is playful, shameless, and always just grazing the line between teasing and affectionate
you can never win against him
## softwilly/Nick
Nick is shamelessly bold
he’ll look you dead in the eyes after saying something outrageously flirty and just grin like he knows you’re internally screaming
he is definitely physical
he’ll throw an arm around your shoulders or pull you into his lap like it’s nothing, even in front of the group
back hugs are his thing
he’ll sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and mutter something low like “miss me?” or “you smell good today,” just to see your reaction
he flirts harder when you’re in public or around the group
he loves watching you squirm or get flustered
bonus points if someone else calls him out for being “gross.”
pet names galore; “babe,” “love,” “angel,” or something totally ridiculous like “sugar muffin.”
he switches it up depending on how much he wants to make you cringe (lovingly)
zero shame in front of others
will absolutely pull you onto his lap during movie night, kiss your cheek loudly, and then look around like “what? I'm being respectful.”
loves to “accidentally” whisper things that are lowkey suggestive
like, “we should get out of here” when literally no one else heard what he said, but you definitely did
acts oblivious when you get flustered
he’ll lean in close and be like “you okay?” while you’re visibly trying to recover
he gets all soft when you're alone tho
all the teasing drops a bit, and he’s still flirty but in a low, sweet voice
more forehead kisses and less chaos
## Tanner/Big T
Tanners version of flirting is being an absolute goof around you
he doesn't get too flirty, usually just tells jokes to make you laugh
constantly asking you to stream with him is his way of saying he likes spending time with you
you're his number one focus when you agree to stream with him (which is almost all the time)
he's not scared to flirt on stream either
he’ll drop silly comments, call you cute mid-game, or lean into the mic to say something dumb just to make you laugh
but if anyone points it out in chat or the call, he goes “huh?? what do you mean?? we’re just goofing around lol”
the kind of guy to make everyone suspicious with how obvious he is, but still insists he’s just being a “funny little guy”
will 100% do a terrible impression of someone just to hear you giggle
he loves making you laugh when you're in a bad mood; it's his go-to method for cheering you up
always pulling dumb little stunts like balancing a snack on his head and seeing how far he can walk with it
he looks you dead in the eye after doing something stupid and says “impress you yet?”
when he does flirt it’s always wrapped in a joke, like “if I make this shot, you gotta marry me” and then proceeds to miss entirely
he’s the kind to play fight with you or jokingly wrestle just to get close, then say something like “see? I’m strong”
loves when you laugh at his jokes
he immediately lights up and says “you think I’m funny huh? that’s why you like me”
he gets super bashful if you flirt back seriously, like he wasn’t expecting it and turns all red
doesn’t take himself too seriously, so his flirting always feels low-pressure and fun
he’s not suave, but he’s sweet in the way he just wants to make you laugh all day
## Yumi
Yumi’s flirting is hard to read
you never really know when he's flirting
most of the time he just sounds mildly annoyed at you
he’s constantly backhanded or sarcastic toward you, like “that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard” while smiling
he occasionally slips in a genuine compliment but immediately follows it up with something rude to cover it up
“Your aim’s actually not bad today… weird.”
hates when chat accuses him of flirting with you
he's instantly defensive like “no I wasn’t. shut up.”
will never be caught dead flirting outright on stream or in front of people
mostly because he’s lowkey terrible at flirting and knows it, but acts like it’s on purpose
so when he does accidentally say something sweet, he plays it off like it meant nothing
he thinks the teasing makes it less obvious, but literally everyone can tell
but when someone calls him out, he immediately hits them with “it’s not like that. you’re all annoying.”
however, when its just the two of you he's completely different
this is when he’s actually soft, he just doesn’t know how to express it well
he flirts better physically than verbally; cuddles, holding hands, kisses when no one’s looking
loves holding your hand when no one’s around, especially if you’re just sitting together doing nothing
he'll wrap his arms around you from behind while you’re talking and rest his chin on your shoulder without saying a word
only gives you real, sincere compliments when you’re alone
sometimes mumbles that he loves you when he thinks you’re asleep
of course, you’re usually awake, but you never call him out because you don’t want him to stop
he gets so flustered if you flirt back like he’s not used to being on the receiving end and doesn’t know what to do with himself
when he does try to flirt verbally in private, it’s clumsy but endearing
“You… look fine. Or whatever.” And then he walks away immediately before you can respond
it’s not smooth, but it’s so obviously sincere that it’s kind of perfect
## Larry Croft
Larry's the kind of guy who goes from clowning on you to kissing your forehead in the same breath
he doesn’t like getting too serious when he flirts, so he hides it behind jokes and exaggerated charm
but even if he acts like he’s just being funny, it’s painfully obvious how much he actually likes you
always flirting with you in Spanish, especially when he knows you don’t understand
pretends he’s being smooth or dramatic, but gets all flustered if you call him out on it
“te ves tan bonita hoy."
when you ask what that means hes like, "it means the sky is blue"
constantly makes dumb little comments like “if I wasn’t so charming, would you even be here right now?”
tries to play it cool, but literally lights up when you laugh at his jokes
cuddles you in public like it’s no big deal
arms around you, head on your shoulder, zero shame
always reaching for your hand, even in crowded places or mid-convo
he's still cracking jokes while being sweet, like “you’re lucky I like you this much” right as he pulls you in closer
his flirting is silly and lighthearted, but it’s clear that the affection is real
he might joke around a lot, but when he says something sincere, he says it like he really means it
Content warnings: none
Requested?: yes
↳ "I'd love something with yung kage x fem reader, with romance prompt 18, like the reader's tagging along in vlogs w nick and kage and she's been too flustered to make a move."
Y/n sat back in her chair, pretending to focus on her pancakes, but her mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t that the group was hard to be around; they were all pretty easygoing, but she just felt a little out of place.
Everyone had this effortless way of talking in front of the camera, always ready with a joke or a story. Even Kage seemed like he’d been born to be on camera, always relaxed and making everyone laugh with the most natural ease.
But for Y/n, every time the attention was on her, it felt like she was thinking about what to say instead of just saying it. Every word felt calculated, even though she didn’t want it to.
She picked at her pancakes, glancing up now and then at the group, but always quick to look away.
After a while, Nick handed the camera to Kage, motioning to his plate. “Hey, take over for a bit, I’m starving.”
Kage adjusted the lens without missing a beat, focusing first on Nick's pancakes before swinging it around to the group. His eyes briefly met Y/n’s, and he noticed how quiet she’d been since they got there.
“You like it?” Kage asked, grinning at her as if to include her in the banter.
Y/n felt her cheeks heat up, but it was just a simple question, not an interrogation. “Yeah, they're good” she said, trying to brush it off, but there was no denying the warmth she felt from the simple attention.
“Solid pick.” Kage continued, leaning back a little in his seat, still holding the camera. “But I swear, those pancakes look the best out of everyone's.”
It was small, but it made Y/n feel like maybe she wasn’t as invisible as she’d thought.
The rest of breakfast passed in a blur of banter and Nick zooming in unnecessarily close on everyone’s food.
Y/n mostly stayed quiet, answering when asked, but her eyes kept drifting to Kage. Rhe way he leaned forward when he laughed and the way he smiled at her when he caught her staring.
She didn’t think she was being obvious, but as they were all piling back into the car, with Larry claiming shotgun and loudly arguing about aux privileges, Kage lingered beside her.
“You good?” he asked, quieter so only she could hear.
Y/n nodded, managing a small smile. “Yeah.”
He nodded like maybe he wasn’t just asking to be polite. Then he glanced at her again, eyes flicking to her hand for a second too long. “I didn’t think you’d actually come,” he said, voice a little different now, less teasing. “Nick said you might bail.”
“I almost did,” she admitted, laughing nervously. “But... I wanted to come.”
“Good,” Kage said. And then, just barely brushing her arm with his, “Glad you did.”
—
After a long day, everyone made it back to the hotel. until Nick, never one to sit still, suggested they head back out for a quick trip – something about vending machines and a 7-Eleven down the block.
Y/n had passed, waving them off with a small “I’m good,” and something about being tired, and no one questioned it much. She wasn’t even sure why she didn’t go; she just didn’t want to.
She sat on the edge of the couch in the shared room space, scrolling through her phone and listening to the buzzing traffic coming through the cracked window.
Ten minutes passed, then the door opened.
Y/n looked up.
It was Kage.
He didn’t say anything right away, just shut the door behind him gently and walked in.
She blinked. “Did you forget something?”
He shook his head. “Didn’t feel like going.”
Y/n’s mouth tugged to the side, unconvinced. “Pretty sure you were already outside.”
"Okay, you got me," Kage shrugged and sat down next to her on the couch. “I didn’t want you sitting here alone.”
That made her pause.
“Oh,” she said quietly. Then, after a second, “Thanks.”
“You’ve been pretty quiet,” he said, not accusing, just stating it soft and easy.
Y/n hesitated, caught off guard. “Oh. Yeah, I guess.”
He tilted his head a little. “Not feeling it today?”
She wasn't entirely sure why she’d been so withdrawn. “It’s not that. I just never know what to say around all of you.”
"Hey, everyone else already does enough talking for you," Kage let out a soft breath, not quite a laugh. “you don’t have to keep up with anyone.”
Y/n stared at her lap for a second, then picked at her nails. “It kinda feels like i do. Everyone talks so much, i just kind of… listen”
Kage gave a quiet chuckle, the sound low and warm. “That’s fine, you know. You’re allowed to just listen.”
Y/n looked up at him, catching the way he was looking at her
She smiled softly, leaning back into the couch. “sometimes its hard to join in, you know?”
“Yeah.” He stretched out his legs, crossing his arms over his chest. “You don’t have to try so hard around everyone, you know,” he said. “I like you like this.”
Y/n raised an eyebrow, half smiling. “like what?”
He shrugged. “Quiet. Kinda awkward.” Kage grinned, glancing over at her, “you.”
She kept her expression neutral, but inside, she felt heat rising to her face. She felt a weird vulnerability that came from being read too easily.
“…Seriously?” she asked, careful not to sound too thrown off.
He nodded, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She glanced away for a second, biting her lip. “Honestly… I’ve been trying to flirt with you this whole trip.”
Kage turned his head toward her, mildly amused. “What? When did that ever happen?”
“I mean... I looked at you,” she said, shrugging, “and you sometimes looked back.”
He couldn’t help but laugh, and the sound eased the last of the tension from her shoulders. “That’s it? That’s your definition of flirting?”
Y/n shrugged sheepishly. “Seems like it worked, though.”
He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.
She felt herself relax, not despite him, but because of him. There was no pressure to talk, no expectations other than to just sit there.
isaac drags you to prom with the group, tries to play it cool, but gets jealous when he sees you dancing with someone else
Content warnings: alcohol
Requested?: nope
F/c = favorite color
Prom night had arrived at last, and as Y/n stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the soft folds of her dress, it almost didn’t feel real.
For once, the chaos of school, pressure, and everything in between faded into the background.
Tonight, she looked beautiful – and she knew it.
The f/c, flowy gown hugged her waist perfectly, sheer fabric offering a subtle glimpse of her midriff. A slit on the side revealed her left leg, adding just the right touch of boldness. Her makeup was minimal, her hair left down, loose and untouched, falling freely around her shoulders in soft waves.
She had hoped someone would ask her to prom – truthfully, she had begged God for Isaac to be the one. And while she wasn’t exactly the religious type, it had felt important enough to bring the Lord into it. But in the end, no invitation came.
Instead, Isaac had made group plans with Larry, Tanner, Yumi, Nick and their girlfriends.
It stung a little that Isaac never specifically asked her, but she wasn’t about to sit at home and mope. If anything, she was just happy to be going with him at all, even if it wasn’t exactly the way she’d imagined.
The vibration of her phone pulled her from her thoughts;
Isaac
We’re here, hurry up
Not exactly the romantic pre-prom message she’d dreamed of getting from Isaac, but it still made her smile. She typed back.
y/n
Don’t rush me !! I’ll be out in a sec (''-_-)
She gave herself one last look in the mirror, then grabbed her phone and headed out the door, shivering slightly as the cool wind brushed against her skin.
She waved at the car as Tanner reached over from the inside to push the door open for her.
Isaac was behind the wheel, Larry sat beside him in the passenger seat, and Tanner was already settled in the back when she slipped in next to him.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting. Girl things,” she said with a playful smile as she slid in, noticing some members were missing. “Where’s everyone else?” she asked, leaning forward between the front seats.
“Nick and Yumi wanted to spend time with their girlfriends,” Isaac replied as she sat back and buckled her seatbelt.
“Traitors,” she muttered jokingly, earning a laugh from the boys.
The car ride was exactly what she expected: screaming lyrics to their favorite songs, windows down, and everyone clinging to their seats as Isaac swerved back and forth like an idiot just to mess with them.
He made sure the road was clear first, though; he knew she hated it when he pulled dumb stunts with other cars around.
When the three of them eventually pulled up, Isaac threw the car into park and practically leapt out.
Y/n reached for the door handle, only for it to suddenly slam shut again before she could open it.
She yelped, surprised.
Isaac had sprinted around the front of the car just to beat her to it. He stood there, clearly proud of himself, then pulled the door open with a ridiculous little bow.
“I’m opening it for you,” he said, smug.
She stepped out, bumping his shoulder as she passed. “Thanks, you menace.”
He grinned. “Chivalry. Look it up.”
It was then that she finally got a proper look at him.
Although the boys looked completely out of their element – neat, almost kempt, a far cry from their usual rowdy, silly selves – they cleaned up well.
And Isaac?
God, he looked good in a suit.
“Nice dress, Y/n,” Tanner said, giving Isaac a subtle nudge with his elbow.
She didn’t catch the gesture.
“Uh, yeah.. f/c really suits you,” Isaac managed, a little awkwardly. Larry and Tanner exchanged a look, shaking their heads and sighing.
“Thanks,” she smiled at Tanner. Then, glancing at Isaac, she added, “You clean up okay, too... I guess.”
It came out casual, but truthfully, she had much stronger thoughts than just okay.
Nick and Yumi showed up about five minutes later with their girlfriends, and the whole group made their way into the venue.
Y/n linked her arms with both Isaac and Tanner, dragging them as they walked in, the music already loud and overpowering the buzz of voices in the crowd.
The group did not stay together for long. Tanner and Larry strayed off to find drinks and snacks, while Yumi and Nick preferred hanging out with their girlfriends.
Once the group dispersed, Y/N and Isaac found themselves alone among the crowded room, surrounded by noisy teens dancing, laughing, and chatting, but somehow feeling like their own little bubble in the chaos.
She turned to Isaac, trying to break the silence – well, as silent as a raging room full of teenagers could be. “I thought you’d have a date tonight..." She waited for a response, but when all she got was a shrug, she continued, "Honestly, I’m kinda surprised you don’t.”
“Oh," he raised a brow, "and why is that?” he asked with genuine curiosity.
She shrugged, humming, “Well, first off, you're always talking to a new girl every month—”
“Not true,” he cut in.
“—and,” she continued, ignoring the interruption, “you’re not too bad-looking. I’m surprised no one asked you.”
“I could say the same about you.” He left it at that, though the real reason he wasn’t with anyone tonight was standing right in front of him. He had planned to ask her, but chickened out.
“Are you hitting on me?” she teased, flashing him a grin.
Isaac laughed. “Ha! You wish!”
She laughed too, nudging him with her elbow. But as the moment passed, she found herself kind of wishing it were true.
Tanner and Larry soon returned with drinks, handing the red solo cups to each of them.
“We brought extras for Yumi, Nick, and their girlfriends,” Tanner said, glancing around. “But, surprise, the lovebirds are nowhere to be found.”
“I told you they were gonna ditch us again,” Larry muttered, rolling his eyes as he set down the untouched cups.
Isaac chuckled, taking a sip. “You guys are waaay too optimistic.”
“Or just bad at reading the room,” Y/n added, smirking.
Then, with a mischievous grin, Tanner pulled a small flask from the inside pocket of his jacket. “Well, at least we know how to have fun.”
“No way,” Isaac chuckled, watching as Tanner unscrewed the cap and poured a generous splash into his own drink.
“You want some?” Tanner asked, already reaching for Isaac’s cup.
Larry shook his head. “This is how we get kicked out before the slow songs even start.”
“Worth it,” Tanner said, shrugging and taking a swig straight from the flask.
Y/n raised an eyebrow, eyeing the flask. “You guys are idiots…" Then, after a moment, "Gimme some.” She sheepishly held her cup out to him.
Tanner grinned like he’d just won a bet. “Knew you’d cave.”
Isaac gave her a knowing look, "Are you sure you wanna drink that? remember what happened last time.. after only one drink.."
"Oh, hush, you." She took a cautious sip, scrunching her face at the taste, which made them laugh. The music thumped louder, bass rattling through the floor.
Then, almost out of nowhere, she lit up, turning to Isaac, “Oh, we should dance!” she said excitedly, already bouncing on her heels.
“Ehhhh... I’m not much of a dancer, and we just got here. Maybe later,” Isaac said, casually sipping his drink. Too casually, like he was trying to cover something up.
Tanner shot Isaac a pointed look from the side. A silent, What are you doing, man?
Isaac shrugged slightly, eyes wide as if to say, im trying my best
Truth was, the idea of dancing with her, in front of everyone, made his stomach twist. He could already picture himself tripping over his own feet, and that was enough to shut it down.
“Party pooper,” she stuck her tongue out at him.
“Are we back in kindergarten again?” He shot back, smirking to mask the nerves.
Larry and Tanner exchanged a glance, both aware that loosening Isaac up around Y/n was proving to be a tougher challenge than expected.
She rolled her eyes and turned to Tanner instead. “Pleeaase,” she pleaded, putting on her best pout.
Tanner couldn’t say no to her. “One dance.”
“Yay!” she beamed, downing the rest of her cup before grabbing his arm and pulling him onto the dance floor.
Tanner threw a quick glance at Isaac, who was trying not to look like he was watching – and failing.
Isaac watched as Y/n laughed and twirled with Tanner on the dance floor – far from graceful, but just as beautiful. The smile on her face twisted his stomach tighter.
He shifted uncomfortably, jaw clenched, eyes flickering between the two of them.
Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore.
Without a word, Isaac grabbed the flask Tanner had left nearby and chugged it down in one go.
The burn of the liquor hit his throat, but it was just what he needed: a shot of liquid courage to calm his nerves.
Larry nudged him, breaking through the tension. “Yo, you good? You know you just gotta talk to her, right?”
Isaac swallowed hard, barely meeting Larry’s eyes.
“Man, I don’t get it,” he finally muttered, voice low and scrubbing his hands down his face, “I don’t know why I can’t just act normal around her. Like, I’m not usually this… weird.”
"You're in love, Dude."
Isaac groaned, throwing his head back, "Don't say it out loud."
Eventually, Tanner returned alone, a faint worried look flickering across his face as he scanned the room.
Isaac’s eyes narrowed. “Where’s she at?”
Tanner hesitated for a moment, then pointed toward the dance floor. “She’s… dancing with some guy.”
Isaac’s eyes followed Tanner’s gesture and froze. She was dancing with some random guy, his hands on her hips, the two of them getting way too close for Isaac’s liking.
It was obvious she was already feeling tipsy – practically hanging off the guy and throwing her limbs around. You couldn’t even call it dancing.
Jealousy flared in him. “Who is that? Why’s he touching her like that?” His eyes stayed locked on the pair.
“You should tell her how you feel before it’s too late,” Tanner said, giving Isaac a firm pat on the back.
“Seriously, man.” Larry backed him up
“What if she doesn’t feel the same?”
“Trust me. She does.” Tanner gave him a small push. “Now go.”
As Isaac made his way through the crowd, his mind running wild with every possible scenario – mostly all bad ones.
She spotted him coming and grinned, arms still loosely around the other guy’s neck.
“Isaaaaccccc!” she called out, her voice a little louder and more playful than usual.
“Who’s that?” Isaac heard the guy ask.
“My friend– Isaac,” she replied, smiling.
“Sorry, I need to borrow Y/n for a minute,” Isaac spoke, his tone sharp and steady.
“Can’t you wait until the end of the song? We’re dancing,” the guy said, clearly annoyed and pulling her closer by her waist as if he took Isaac’s presence as a threat.
Y/n was clearly growing uncomfortable, which only annoyed Isaac more, his fists clenching.
“I just need her for a minute,” he repeated, firmer this time.
Y/n giggled nervously, sensing the rising tension. She wobbled slightly, then softly pushed against the boy's chest, trying to keep it gentle despite her discomfort.
Isaac’s eyes flickered to her hand resting there, and a sharp sting of jealousy tightened in his chest.
“Okay, okay, chill out, you guys,” she slurred softly but firmly. “Let’s just take a break from dancing, yeah?”
“Fine,” He huffed, reluctantly stepping back, giving Isaac one last sharp look before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
Isaac began to lead her toward a quieter corner of the room.
“I thought you were gonna punch that guy!” Y/n said, rambling, her words a bit slurred but excited. “Like, who even does that? What a douchebag. You’re too chill sometimes.”
Isaac suddenly looked at her, “Why are you dancing with other people anyway? You came with me, not him.”
Suddenly, she furrowed her brows “No. I came with you and the boys. I didn’t come with anyone specific. No one asked me, actually, if you didn’t know. I can dance with whoever I want,” she said, a hint of annoyance slipping through, “Why does it matter to you anyway?”
“He’s just trying stuff with you because you’re practically drunk off one drink,” Isaac said, trying to keep his voice down. “Guys can tell when a girl’s tipsy, Y/n. I can tell. And when you’re like that… you look easy.”
“Ooooh, I’m easy?” she scoffed, “You have a new girl every month! And you can't tell anything!”
Isaac hesitated. “I can,” he said, but his voice came out weaker than he intended.
She narrowed her eyes. “Wait… are you jealous? Is that what this is about?” She grinned playfully.
“I— no.” Isaac stammered, scrambling for words that wouldn’t come.
She rolled her eyes, “So... what exactly did you want out of this? Can I go back to dancing now, or what?”
Isaac swallowed hard, looking down for a second before meeting her eyes again. “I… I just wanted you to know how I feel. That I like you. More than just as a friend.”
Isaac was so awkward and open in a way Y/n had never seen before, it caught her completely off guard – so much so that she let out an unexpected laugh.
He blinked, stunned. “I just poured my heart out and you're laughing?”
“I’m not—” she tried, but the giggles kept coming.
Isaac groaned, already turning away. “I fucking hate you,” he muttered, starting to walk off.
“Wait, wait, wait!” she giggled, grabbing his arm to stop him. “I like you too, Isaac… You just… caught me off guard,” she said with a soft smile.
Isaac blinked. “Wait— really?"
He froze, clearly not expecting to hear it out loud. His brain seemed to short-circuit as he just stood there, completely still.
For all the times he’d imagined this moment – replayed it in his head a thousand different ways – now that it was real, he had absolutely no idea what to do.
“…Are you just gonna stand there like an idiot, or…?” Y/n teased, raising an eyebrow.
“I—uh… I mean, I didn’t think you’d—” he started, words tumbling out uselessly.
Y/n rolled her eyes, amused. “Oh my god,” she muttered, then took matters into her own hands, leaning in to kiss him, cutting off whatever babbling that was to come.
Isaac reacted instantly, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her impossibly close.
When she pulled back, his eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted like his brain was still buffering.
“Wow,” he finally managed.
She grinned. “You talk too much.”
“I... was trying to say something romantic,” he muttered, cheeks flushed.
“And here I thought you were so smooth,” she teased, nudging him.
He let out a breathy laugh. “You just kissed me,” he said, as if he still couldn't believe it.
“You weren’t gonna do it first,” she shot back with a shrug.
“Fair.”
A beat passed. Then,
“How about that dance?”
Her eyes lit up, “Lead the way.”
"Fair warning, I still suck at it.”
He took her hand, a little smile tugging at his lips, and led her back to the dance floor.
By now, a slow song was playing, couples swaying softly beneath the warm glow of the lights.
They joined in, her head resting against his chest, and his arms wrapped around her gently.
“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to prom, I was too scared,” Isaac admitted
She just shushed him with a smile, resting her head back on his chest.
A few moments passed.
“Y/n?” he said quietly.
She looked up, amused. “What is it now?”
“I love you.”
Her smile softened as she leaned into him. “Love you too, Isaac.”
tanner is unexpectedly at the house, something Isaac forgot to mention when you agreed to pet sit
Content warnings: none
Requested?: yes
↳ "so, could you do a tanner x f!reader, where she’s isaacs younger sister who comes to visit, and he’s like awooga"
When Isaac asked his little sister to pet sit for the weekend, she didn’t hesitate. It had been forever since she’d seen Bex, his scruffy little mutt with ears too big for his head and a bark like a squeaky toy. Isaac mentioned he’d be out of town, travelling across the country for some project.
She’d always thought the name was kinda funny. 'Bex' wasn’t short for anything normal. According to Isaac, it stood for 'Beagle Xtreme™' – because, well, Bex was a beagle and Isaac liked to be extreme. It was the kind of ridiculous name only Isaac would come up with.
“The guys might swing by later tonight,” he'd said casually over the phone, “but don’t worry, they’ll be gone before morning. You’ll barely notice.”
So, naturally, she entered his place like she owned it.
The front door creaked open with a push of her shoulder, and she kicked it shut behind her, her voice immediately dropping into that high-pitched baby tone people save just for pets.
“Beeexx!” she cooed, crouching to greet the dog whose claws scrambled against the hardwood as he charged toward her like a little missile, tail wagging so hard his whole body wobbled. “Who's the cutiest, huh? Who's the most handsomest ever?”
She scooped him up into her arms, kissing his nose and pressing her cheek against his fur. The cream-colored tote bag slung over her shoulder shifted with the movement, the strap dipping down her arm.
“Oh my goodness, look at you,” she gasped, “You’re even cuter than I remembered. Did you miss me? Huh? Did you?” She slipped her boots off by the door, leaving them in a careless heap before padding barefoot into the house.
Still murmuring baby talk into the dog's fur, she wandered through the hall toward the living room – then stopped dead in her tracks.
There was a boy there.
Not Isaac. Definitely not.
He stood frozen at the kitchen island, half a sandwich hanging out of his mouth, hand mid-air reaching for chips. Snacks were spread out around him like he’d been foraging for hours.
He blinked at her, mouth full, eyes wide like he’d been caught committing a crime, a single crumb clung to his bottom lip.
They both just stared.
Then, with the most casual, muffled mouthful of food, he grinned and said, “Hey.”
She blinked again, this time followed by a short laugh. It came out amused and a little surprised, like he caught her off guard.
“Uh… hi?" She said, letting Bex wriggle out of her arms and hop onto the couch. "I didn’t know anyone was gonna be here. Isaac never mentioned it.”
He took another second before answering. In that second, he couldn’t help but notice the way her pink tee hugged her figure perfectly, soft fabric stretching just enough to reveal the lace-trimmed layer underneath. The hem sat right where her frayed denim shorts began, hugging her hips before giving way to long, bare legs. She looked effortlessly thrown together, soft and sunlit... and completely unaware of the effect she had.
“Yeah,” he said finally, scratching the back of his head. “Classic Isaac.”
She gave him a quick once-over: messy curls, lazy grin, some worn band tee that had clearly seen better days. He looked like someone Isaac would hang out with, which was to say exactly her type – if she were the kind of girl to admit that kind of thing.
“Right,” she said, with a half-smile. “Guess I’m not surprised.”
The boy, still half-leaning on the counter, cleared his throat and gave a lopsided shrug. “Sooo… I’m guessing you’re not the Postmates guy.”
She smiled despite herself. “Nope. I’m Isaac’s sister. I’m supposed to be pet sitting for the weekend?”
“That makes way more sense.”
He stepped forward, offering a slightly sheepish hand. “I’m Tanner, I live here. House appointed fridge raider and full-time guy-Isaac-forgets-to-mention, apparently.”
“Y/n.” She shook his hand, a soft smile tugging at her lips, though there was a flicker of awkwardness in her eyes.
“Sooo… if I’m supposed to be pet sitting,” she hesitated, glancing around like she wasn’t sure where to put herself, “what exactly are you doing here?”
He exhaled through his nose, like he’d been dreading that question. “Well. So you see... technically, I was supposed to go with Isaac.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, we had plans to travel together. Flights booked, bags packed, even matching neck pillows,” he said with a grin, clearly amused by the memory. “We found these ridiculous squirrel tail pillow things— like, the pillow was shaped like the tail— and Isaac and I both thought they were so dumb.” He shook his head with a laugh. “But then something came up last minute. Personal stuff, so I couldn’t go.”
There was something almost endearing about the way he rambled on, like he wasn’t used to explaining himself but didn’t want to miss a beat.
He leaned back against the counter like that explained everything, then added, “Isaac left anyway. And then I found out the ‘personal stuff’ wasn’t even happening anymore, so… now I’m just kind of here. Trapped for the weekend."
“Don't you love how considerate he is?” She quipped, dry.
“Yeah." He breathed a quiet laugh. "I told him I’d be chilling here for the weekend. I figured he told you.” Tanner scratched at his jaw, glancing toward the couch where Bex was now gnawing on a pochita plush. “But I guess he forgot.”
“It seems so,” she muttered, shaking her head with a breathy laugh.
There was silence, comfortable in its awkwardness. She glanced at him again – his half-smirk, the way he looked entirely unbothered by the situation.
It should’ve been irritating. It was mildly chaotic. But the way he rambled through it all was almost charming.
Before the moment could sit too long, Bex came trotting back in, tail wagging and one of her boots dangling from his mouth.
“Seriously?” she muttered, already moving to intercept him. “Drop it.”
Bex paused, staring up at her.
“Sit.”
Instantly, he obeyed, dropping onto his butt, the boot still hanging from his mouth like a trophy.
Tanner blinked. “Damn. I didn’t even know he knew how to do that.”
She grabbed the boot from Bex’s mouth and gave him a treat from a pouch in her tote bag.
“I’ve been training him since before Isaac moved out,” she said, now crouched and giving the dog a pat on the head. “Guess he still knows who’s in charge.”
Tanner let out a short laugh. “I feel like he only likes me when I’m holding food. The rest of the time I get nothing but my shoes chewed up.”
“Sounds about right,” she said, tossing another treat to Bex and watching him catch it midair.
He glanced over at her. “You got more tricks?”
She nodded, digging back into the tote. “Wanna see?”
He shrugged. “Sure. Impress me,” and sank into the couch
She stood, guiding the eager pup through a couple of basic commands: spin, paw, roll over. Nothing fancy, but the dog was clearly loving the attention. Tanner watched from the couch, looking somewhere between surprised and genuinely entertained.
But Bex, now overexcited by the treats and praise, started hopping around in circles, pawing at her legs with an eager whine.
“Okay, okay,” she laughed, steadying him. “Chill.”
She barely had time to sit back down before he jumped up after her, settling himself right in her lap like it was his throne.
She let out a soft grunt, adjusting to the sudden weight. “Guess I don’t have a choice, huh?” she said, more to the dog, rubbing his ears.
Tanner grinned, shifting a little to make room. “He just does whatever he wants.”
They sat there for a minute, the room quiet except for Bex’s soft shuffling sounds as he adjusted himself in her lap.
Tanner leaned forward, grabbing a controller off the coffee table and gesturing toward the TV, where the soft title screen of Tears of the Kingdom was still playing, ambient music floating in the background.
“I was playing this before you got here,” he said, settling back. “Then I got hungry.”
He glanced toward the kitchen mess, then added, “Speaking of… I’m probably gonna order something. You want anything?”
Y/n looked over at the leftovers still scattered across the counter.
“Your buffet’s still out.”
“Yeah, well,” he said, deadpan. “I’m not about to make you eat whatever's left in the fridge... it's mostly expired, leftovers, or both,” he was already pulling out his phone. “What do you like?”
She shrugged, still petting Bex absentmindedly. “Not picky.”
“You say that now,” he muttered, scrolling through his phone. “But I feel like that’s a trap. The whole ‘I’m not picky’ thing always ends with, ‘Okay, well… not that. Or that. Or definitely not that.’”
She smirked. “Wow. You sound personally attacked.”
“Just prepared,” he said, tapping through the doordash app. “I’ve seen things.”
She gave a short laugh before glancing around the room again. At the stray shoes that spilled off the shoe rack by the door. The clothes that draped over the stairs railing, the back of the couch and a chair. A half-empty mug was left on the coffee table, and a crumb-filled plate abandoned on the fireplace. Not to mention the seemingly hundreds of pochita plushies that littered the entire space.
“I seriously can’t imagine living with, like… five Isaacs,” she said. “One was already enough.”
Tanner snorted. “It’s manageable.”
“Does he still leave his cereal bowl in the sink ‘to soak’ for three days?”
“He does, and now the bowl has its own ecosystem.”
She groaned. “That’s so foul.”
Tanner eventually set his phone down, apparently settling on something.
He sank deeper into the couch, game controller in hand, and glanced at her like he was about to bestow great wisdom.
“Okay, so this—” he held up the controller like it was some rare artifact, “—is your left joystick. It makes you walk. Right one’s the camera. A is for actions— talking, confirming— basically your everything button. X for jumping, Y for melee— thats like swords, bows, shields, spears, etc. B is for canceling, running, and also emotional damage when you accidentally hit it mid-combat.” ("-_-)
Y/n blinked slowly, absorbing the info dump. “Wow. Incredible.”
“I know,” he said, completely missing the sarcasm. “And this—” he pointed dramatically, “—is Ultrahand. This lets you build basically anything you want. You should see what cursed things me and Larry make together.”
She nodded solemnly. “Very advanced. I see why you’re so invested.”
Tanner glanced at her, squinting. “Are you mocking me?”
“Not at all,” she said, deadpan. “I’m learning so much.”
But the way she was biting back a smile gave her away, and Tanner shook his head with a grin, mumbling something about how “not everyone appreciates genius.”
He turned back to the screen, launching into a rambling explanation about shrine puzzles and the physics engine, clearly in his element.
And even though she had no clue what half of it meant, she didn’t interrupt. She just sat there, petting Bex, half-listening and fully enjoying the way his voice lit up when he talked about the dumbest little details.
The food arrived somewhere in the middle of Tanner explaining Zonai tech, and they ate on the couch without even pausing the game (or conversation), balancing plates on their knees while Bex shamelessly eyed every bite.
He eventually got a bite, though. Just a small one. Y/n caved first, and Tanner followed a minute later.
As the evening stretched on, the excitement of food and gameplay began to quiet. Bex was the first to crash, full and satisfied, shifting from Y/n’s lap until his head flopped onto Tanner’s thigh.
Y/n blinked slowly, watching the screen without really seeing it anymore, eyes heavy, head resting against the cushion behind her.
Tanner’s voice had softened over time – less explanation and more muttered reactions to what was happening on screen. He glanced over once, catching her eyelids fluttering shut.
She didn’t say anything, didn’t even pretend to be awake, and a few minutes later, her shoulder gently leaned into his.
Tanner didn’t move.
He glanced down, watching the rise and fall of her breathing, the way her hand still rested lightly against the curve of Bex’s back. The controller sat forgotten on his stomach, the game paused mid cutscene.
For a second, he thought about shifting. Grabbing a blanket or saying something, but he didn’t want to wake her.
So he just stayed where he was, letting his eyes drift shut, the warmth of the room and the quiet hum of the paused game around them like a blanket of its own.
—
Before the door even opened, Y/n's ears picked up the loud footsteps, muffled laughter, and the unmistakable clang of something dropping.
Tanner didn’t even stir.
The front door swung wide, and in burst Yumi, Nick, and Larry. All way too loud and totally oblivious to how noisy they were being.
“Shhh! Shhhhhh! Guys, seriously— quiet down!” Yumi hissed sharply, shushing them again as they kept talking loudly, trying to get their attention.
Finally, Yumi pointed toward the couch where Y/n was curled up with Tanner, Bex resting peacefully on her lap.
“Is that Isaac’s sister?” Nick whispered, eyes wide.
“Yeah, that’s definitely her,” Larry added, finally lowering his voice.
Despite all the noise, Y/n didn’t open her eyes; she kept them closed, savoring the calm amid the ruckus. Tanner shifted slightly but stayed out cold, clearly used to this level of chaos.
The trio exchanged excited and equally as shocked whispers, trying (and mostly failing) to keep their voices down as Yumi gave them one last stern hush.
“Isaac’s gonna freak when he finds out,” Nick muttered.
“Big time,” Larry agreed.
They shuffled quietly up the stairs, leaving Y/n to fall back asleep peacefully. A small smile tugged at her lips, and Tanner stayed blissfully unaware, still out cold in the comfort of her presence.
isaac and you break uo after you realize he will always prioritize his carreer over you
Content warnings: angst Dx
Requested?: yerp
↳ "may i suggest uhhh angst prompt 14 with Isaacwhy x fem reader please and thank you"
sorta loosely based off of the song make you mine by PUBLIC cuz i loves this songs and its been on repeat all week ya ya
'can we talk?'
Isaac didn’t even remember grabbing his jacket. One second he was sitting at his computer, and the next, his shoes were on, and he was halfway down the block, walking fast like he was afraid she’d disappear if he didn’t get there fast enough.
He hadn’t seen her in a few days, not since the fallout. Not since that night.
The yelling, the silence that came after, the way she looked at him like she didn’t recognize the person standing in front of her.
He figured she needed space. She always said she needed peace, and it stung to realize he wasn’t it.
He told himself she’d come back around, that this was just one of those patches they always hit.
But this time, she didn't come back.
And he couldn’t blame her. Not after all the times he told her this – the long nights editing, the travel, the endless stream of projects – was just how things were right now. That he’d be more present soon. She had waited longer than most would. Gave him more chances than he deserved.
He’d always been honest about his priorities. He warned her from the start that his career would come first.
She said she understood. And for a while, maybe she did. But understanding didn’t make it hurt any less, not when she spent most if not all nights alone, when texts went unanswered, when the quiet between them stretched out longer than the moments they actually spent together.
So when the text came, he didn’t stop to think. Just moved, like his body already knew what his heart was too scared to hope for.
When he rounded the corner to her street, her porch light flicked on. She stepped outside slowly, shoulders drawn tight. He froze for a moment.
She looked… drained.
Her hoodie was oversized, sleeves pulled down past her hands. Her sweatpants were the same ones she wore last time he saw her; soft gray with a faded logo on the thigh. They bunched awkwardly at the ankle, half-tucked into her old sneakers. Her hair was loose, slightly unkempt, like it hadn’t been brushed in a while.
And yet, when she saw him, there was a flicker of something real in her expression. Not quite a smile, but almost.
“Hey,” she said quietly.
“Hey,” he replied, voice gentle.
He didn’t ask anything, just gave her a small nod toward the sidewalk. She followed, like she’d been waiting for the signal.
The night was quiet. Not silent – the hum of late-summer crickets, the occasional bark of a distant dog – but quiet enough to hear their breath, slow and steady in the space between them.
Isaac walked beside her on the narrow path behind her neighborhood, hands shoved in his jacket pocket, the worn toes of his sneakers scuffing the dirt. She didn’t say much. Neither did he.
She looked over at him under the soft glow of a streetlamp. Her hand brushed against his as they walked. He reached out first, and when she didn’t pull away, he laced his fingers through hers.
The path to the train tracks was one they’d walked a hundred times. Hidden behind a row of trees, down a small dirt trail, it led to a forgotten place where the railroad used to run. The rails were long gone now, but the foundation remained, weathered wood and stone ledges that hung just above the water. The creek below was shallow, but it still moved, trickling quietly in the dark.
They climbed up and sat at the edge, legs dangling over.
He glanced at her. She didn’t bring a jacket. Of course she didn’t.
Wordlessly, he slid his off and draped it around her shoulders. She let it happen.
“You’ll get cold,” he said, almost too softly for the wind to catch.
“Thanks,” she murmured, still staring at the water.
She leaned into him a moment later, her head finding his shoulder.
They stayed like that for a long time, letting the silence surround them.
Then, just above a whisper,
“I’m so stupid,” she said.
Isaac looked over at her, eyes soft. “You’re not stupid.”
She shook her head slightly, biting her lip. “I just… I don’t know how I let things get this bad.”
He squeezed her hand gently.
She glanced up at him, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. “I just feel… lost.”
Isaac took a breath, then nodded. “I get that. I’ve felt it too.”
They were quiet again, the night settling around them.
They sat there for a while, letting the quiet fill the space words could not. comfortable, familiar, almost safe.
But the quiet wasn’t empty; It was thick with everything unsaid, everything they still felt but couldn’t hold properly.
Isaac shifted closer, his hand still holding hers, their fingers laced like muscle memory – like no time had passed at all.
There was still something there. That pull. That ache. That quiet, stubborn kind of love that hadn’t really gone anywhere, just got buried under the weight of too many mistakes. But sometimes love wasn’t enough. Not when the timing was wrong.
And the hardest part was knowing they still cared. Still loved. Just not in a way that could fix what had been broken.
It took her a moment, but she spoke almost too softly to hear.
“I don’t know what I did wrong.”
Isaac turned, but she wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were still on the creek, shimmering with reflections of the stars above.
“I tried,” she continued, voice cracking despite the small laugh that followed. “I really tried to be okay with being second place. I told myself it was temporary. That you warned me. That I could handle it.”
She shook her head, more to herself than to him.
“I just… I couldn’t get you to see me, Isaac. I was right there, and it always felt like you were somewhere else. Always looking just past me.”
He opened his mouth, but no words came. She didn’t wait for him to try.
“I used to think it was me. That maybe I wasn’t patient enough, or supportive enough, or… enough.”
A pause. Her breath hitched.
She let out a shaky breath, then murmured, “Sometimes I just think… was any of this real?”
Isaac's stomach twisted; he could already imagine her eyes watering, tears streaking down her face – a sight he'd seen far too many times lately.
“But now? I don’t know. Maybe I was just trying to make something work that never could.”
She finally looked at him. Eyes glassy but steady.
“I think I just tried too hard to make you mine. Truly mine,” she said, voice barely steady. “Because no matter what… I wanted to be with you. I still do.”
She let out a shaky breath, like admitting that took more than she meant to give.
“And maybe… maybe you never really were mine to begin with.”
A beat passed, like the truth of it was settling between them. And then, even softer:
“How was I supposed to know,” she asked quietly, “that you were not the one?”
Isaac’s breath caught. He stared at her like the words physically hit him.
“Y/n…” he started, voice faltering. “I didn’t mean for it to be like this. I swear. I just— I needed more time. That’s all. Just… a little more time and I could’ve figured it out.”
She let out a dry laugh. Bitter, hollow.
“Time?” she repeated. “All I ever gave you was time, Isaac.”
She stood up abruptly, pulling her hand from his. He stood too, but slower, watching her with wide eyes like she might bolt.
“I waited while you chased everything else. I sat through your silence, your missed calls, your broken promises.” Her voice rose, letting all the things she tried to keep down out.
“I fought for us. Alone. And you—” her voice broke. “You never even met me halfway.”
Isaac took a step forward. “That’s not fair—”
“No?” she snapped, tears slipping down her cheeks. “You only ever show up when you’re afraid I’m already gone. That’s not love, Isaac. That’s fear.”
He looked at her, wrecked. “I’m still here.”
“That’s the problem!” she cried. “You’re always still here, just long enough to reel me back in. You come back saying all the right things and I—” Her voice caught again, and she looked away, shaking her head like she hated herself for what she was about to admit. “I always come back.”
Before he could stop himself, he closed the distance between them and kissed her.
It was desperate and messy, like if he didn’t kiss her now, he might never get the chance again. His hands found her face, fingertips trembling against her skin, as if he was still trying to memorize the shape of her.
And for a moment, just a moment, she let herself kiss him back. Because she missed him. Because she loved him. Because she wanted to believe.
But then she pulled away.
She stared at him, breath uneven, lips parted, eyes full of something that looked a lot like heartbreak and exhaustion.
“I can’t,” she whispered, tears clinging to her lashes. “I can’t do this again.”
Isaac’s hands hovered in the space where she’d just been, empty now. He didn’t try to touch her again.
“I’ve been a mess without you,” he said, barely above a whisper.
She scoffed. “Yeah. I’m sure that really interfered with your upload schedule.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” Her voice sharpened, defensive, even though the pain cracked through it. "Tell the truth? I’ve always been an interruption to you, Isaac. Just one more distraction you had to manage between deadlines and uploads."
“That’s not fair,” he said again, but even he sounded tired of hearing it.
“No, what’s not fair is how I bent myself around your world, waited for you—.”
Her voice shook now, but she didn’t look away.
“You only come back when I’m already leaving. You kiss me like it’ll fix everything. Like I won’t remember all the nights i cried myself to sleep because you chose everything but me.”
He tried to speak, but she kept going, the words pouring out faster now, like she couldn't hold them in anymore.
“I can’t do it again. I can’t keep falling for that same face and those same stupid, kissable lips and pretending like it’ll be different this time. Because it never is.”
“I love you.” He said
She nodded. “I know.”
And she meant it. But it wasn’t enough.
“I just can’t keep being the place you run to when you’re burnt out and need someone to put you back together,” she whispered. “You never ask how I’m doing, Isaac. You just show up, take what you need, and leave like I’m some therapist to you.”
He didn’t answer.
And that silence told her everything.
Her jaw tightened as she nodded to herself, like she'd finally accepted the answer she'd been pretending not to see.
She stepped back.
“This can't keep happening,” she said softly, not cruel – just… done. “Goodbye, Isaac.”
Her voice didn’t break. Not this time.
She turned, the soft crunch of leaves and twigs breaking under her feet on the dirt path. The gentle flow of the creek beneath them swallowed Isaac’s voice when he called her name, but she didn’t stop. Not once did she even look back.
Because loving him hurt. And staying would’ve hurt more.
there's just something about the way your skin feels there; soft warm and so kissable
it drives him crazy in the sweetest way
he’ll always find a reason to press his lips there, whether it’s a quick peck or something slower and more lingering
he’s constantly grabbing your hips from behind, playfully squeezing and pulling you into his chest, only to lean down and press a kiss – sometimes gentle, sometimes teasing – right on the back of your neck
it’s his favorite way to surprise you, especially when you’re not expecting it
when you’re focused on editing, working, or just looking a little too stressed, he’ll quietly walk up behind you, brush your hair aside, and start trailing soft, comforting kisses along the back of your neck
sometimes he whispers something like, “take a break, baby,” between kisses, and suddenly you feel a little lighter
he’ll tangle his fingers gently into your hair, right at the back and base of your neck, using just enough pressure to tilt your head back – just enough to bare your neck to him
he loves the way you go pliant in his hands, how your breath catches before he even touches you
he leans in, lips brushing just below your jawline, and starts kissing softly... maybe even sucking gently until your breath hitches
he loves knowing he can get a reaction out of you with just his lips; it fuels his ego in the most annoying way possible
you could be sitting on his lap while he’s on his computer, scrolling or gaming or pretending to do something important, but his attention always drifts to you
he leans in, kisses your neck softly, then lets his chin rest on your shoulder or in the crook of your neck
if you’re wearing an oversized hoodie or t-shirt and it slips off your shoulder, revealing just a bit of skin – he’s done for
he’ll instantly lean in and kiss that spot, slowly and softly
it doesn’t even matter if your shoulder’s covered or not; he’s kissing it anyway
he’ll press kisses right through the fabric without hesitation, especially when he’s cuddled up next to you or lying with his head against you
sometimes, if you're lying together in bed or curled up on the couch, he’ll slowly push your shirt or sweater aside just enough to expose your shoulder, then place a few lazy kisses there. Not rushed. Just soft, unspoken affection
and when he feels really close to you – all quiet and sleepy – he’ll trace the curve of your shoulder with his fingertips, kiss it gently, and whisper how much he loves you
## softwilly/Nick
Nick absolutely loves kissing your face/head
like all over
whether it’s your forehead, temple, lips, or the very top of your head, he finds every spot irresistible and full of meaning
when you’re close, he can’t help but lean in and plant soft, loving kisses along your forehead and temples, like he’s memorizing every line and curve
sometimes he gently brushes his lips over the bridge of your nose, making you scrunch it up in the cutest way – then he laughs and kisses it again
because he’s tall, he often leans down just to kiss the very top of your head
when he’s running late or has to leave the house, he always makes sure to sneak in a quick kiss somewhere on your face – whether it’s your cheeks or the tip of your nose – a quiet way to say I’ll be back
while cuddling, he loves to softly kiss all over your face and head, from gentle pecks on your temple to lingering kisses on your forehead, making you feel so safe and cherished
sometimes he rests his chin on your head after a kiss there, holding you close in his arms
every so often, you have to remind him it's hard to watch the movie you're watching with his face always in yours
he never seems to care, though
(and neither do you)
## Tanner/Big T
this man absolutely loves your thighs; its his guilty pleasure that he just cant get enough of
he casually uses your thighs as a pillow when you're sitting with each other, resting his head like it's the comfiest spot in the world
without even thinking, he'll lean in and press soft, tender kisses to your skin
sometimes short pecks, other times lingering a little longer because he cant resist how soft and warm they feel
most of the time it's not even in a sexual way, just quiet appreciation
he’ll tease you, too, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, just close enough to make you squirm
his lips linger there playfully, as if daring you to react
sometimes he whispers something like, “you're so perfect,” before planting another gentle kiss just a little lower, making your heart race
not even just kissing either; no matter where you are, he will be squeezing them as soon as you're sat down next to each other
it’s his favorite way to get a shy smile or a small laugh out of you
just light, teasing affection that feels intimate but sweetly innocent
when he's feeling playful, he might lightly nibble or tickle your thigh, watching you squirm and laugh while planting another kiss there
if you're stretched out on the couch, he'll trace lazy circles on your thighs with his fingers while peppering kisses along the way
he just thinks your thighs are the coziest, perfect place to be
## Yumi
Yumi is not the type to be all over you in public
he’s lowkey, private, and keeps affection subtle – especially around the groupchat boys
but when it’s just the two of you? Totally different story
he’ll pull you into a quiet hug and press a soft kiss to your cheek, holding it there for a second longer than expected
it’s his way of saying “I missed you”
he likes cheek kisses because they feel safe and casual, but still intimate in that yumi way
sometimes he’ll act cool about it, like it’s no big deal, but you always catch him smiling afterward
if you’re sitting close and laughing at something dumb, he’ll just lean in and kiss your cheek mid-giggle; super quick, super soft, like he couldn’t help himself
when he’s tired or overwhelmed, he’ll rest his head on your shoulder, and if you stroke his hair or give him a cheek kiss? He’ll go all quiet and just smile
secretly lives for the moments when you kiss his cheek
He pretends it’s casual, but its on replay in his head all day
not a kissy guy, sure – but cheek kisses? That’s his thing
## Larry Croft
Larry’s a simple man. He likes your lips. A lot
any chance he gets, he’s kissing you – no hesitation, no build-up, just straight to the point
he’ll lean in, thumb under your chin, and press a kiss to your lips like it’s second nature
he doesn’t even try to hide it in front of the boys. In fact, he leans into it
like, you’ll be sitting in his lap and he’ll just kiss you right in front of Isaac, Tanner, Nick, Yumi – all of them
they groan, throw pillows, yell “we get it bro, you’re in love” and he just grins and kisses you again for spite
he especially loves when you’re the one to initiate it
it catches him off guard in the best way
suddenly you’re kissing him, and he literally malfunctions for a second, then grins like an idiot
he’s not shy about kissing either. He’ll do it in public without a second thought. In fact, he kinda prefers it
public kisses? Absolutely. In line at the store? Yup. Mid-convo with Tanner? Also yes
he kisses you before doing practically anything and says, "it's for good luck"
even when the good luck doesn't pull through, he needs a second kiss for losing
isaac fights to stay quiet after you sneak into his room during ltlvc
Content warnings: smut, oral, exhibitionism kinda?
Requested?: ya
↳ "can you give me during lights out you sneak it to Isaac's room when you give him head and he's fighting to stay quite"
“I can’t sleep,” Y/n yawned, muffled; her head was buried in her arms resting on her desk, her hoodie engulfing her figure
“Good,” Isaac laughed. “That’s kinda the point.”
She smiled a little. He couldn’t see it, however, her camera was just a square of darkness now, like everyone else’s. The screen displayed a row of black tiles, broken up by the little green outline that popped up when someone made a noise
Grunk’s mic kept picking up something that Y/n thought could be chewing, and Tanner was making a random noise every few seconds that everyone had tuned out, while Larry and Yumi hadn’t said a word in a while
Nick had already been gone for two hours. “I value my time,” he’d said dramatically before hanging up. Y/n remembered how tired he had sounded, a hint of jealousy creeping in at the thought of him already fast asleep in bed
But now it was late, and it was lights out. Literally, the whole house was dark: Isaac's official “lights out” phase.
Y/n sat still for a second in silence, then slowly, she pushed the blanket off and stood up. No one could see her anyway.
She cracked her door open carefully, listening for movement. Her heart was beating far too fast for something so stupid, like a little kid sneaking out past bedtime. It didn’t stop her, though; Isaac’s room was just across the hall, and with the lights off, no one would know
“psst,” Y/n whispered, making her presence known to give him time to mute his mic
She tiptoed into his room carefully.
Isaac’s headphones were off now, his chair swung toward her, barely able to make out her face in the dark
“Whats up?” he wondered if something was wrong
“nothin’..” She hummed through the darkness, shuffling closer to him
He grinned, “You’re breaking the rules.” His arms slipped around her waist as she stepped between his legs. His chin rested against her stomach, eyes tilted up to meet hers
She shrugged, letting her arms settle over his shoulders, one hand tangling gently into the back of his hair. “No one saw me.”
“I see you.”
“You’re not stopping me.”
He didn’t say anything after that, just let out a tiny laugh through his nose, his hands moving to her waist before he pulled her down gently, settling her right into his lap. The others were still in Vc, still talking, but Isaac barely noticed.
“Miss me?” he said, voice low but a little smile tugging at his lips
Y/n just looked at him, and he looked right back, hands resting on her waist, thumbs brushing slowly across the fabric of her shirt
The space between them got smaller, her fingers still in his hair, and his breath warm against her mouth
Their lips connected, working together, soft at first, almost careful, then deeper. Isaac’s grip tightened on her waist, pulling her in just a little closer. Her fingers curled against the back of his neck, holding on
He grinned against her lips, voice low and smug
“Did you just come in here to makeout with me?”
She pulled back, just barely, bottom lip caught between her teeth
“I missed you…”
That pout. The way she said it like it was the only excuse she had
His eyes flickered over her face, and whatever softness sparked there was quickly smothered by something else. His hands slid lower, from her waist to her hips, then down to squeeze at her thighs
“Yeah?” he murmured, voice dropping as she rolled her hips against his growing bulge, slow and uncertain, like she didn’t even mean to, and he stifled a groan
“Oh, that’s how it is?”
He let one hand drift under her sweatshirt, palm hot and slow against her spine
“God, you're desperate.”
She didn’t deny it. Her head dipped against his shoulder, flushed and needy as his fingers gripped her tighter
“Hope you know you’re not leaving this room until I’m satisfied.” He leaned in, breath grazing her ear
A beat – then his voice dropped lower,
“...and I don’t mean with just kissing.”
She squirmed against him, the heat between them thick enough to drown in as his lips trailed slow kisses down her neck, teasing, tasting
She whimpered softly, fingers clutching at his shirt as her hips rolled a little more insistently
He chuckled low, voice rough
“needy already?”
She pressed into him, breath hitching as his fingers traced fire along her skin
“I don’t do patience well,” she breathed
Isaac’s grin darkened as his eyes locked onto hers
“Well, lucky for you im not exactly known for waiting either."
His hands moved with intent, pulling her impossibly closer as the room seemed to shrink around them
His hands were guiding her hips now, low groans and quiet affirmations slipping from his lips as her fingers pressed into his shoulders, seeking any friction she could find
Just as his hands tightened around her hips, several voices chimed in from the Vc, sharp and clear through his headphones
“isaaac isaaaaac isaaaaaaaaac”
Isaac tensed, glancing at the muted mic icon before biting back a low groan
He pressed a finger to his lips, signalling her to be quiet. However, the risk of being caught only made her work harder to get a noise out of him
Isaac cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice as Y/n ground into him “What—” he started, but her lips brushed his neck, soft and warm, stealing the rest of his breath. “Do you… need something?” he exhaled, voice faltering
She took the moment to slip off his lap without a sound while he struggled to hold a conversation, voice strained as she settled between his legs
He glanced down, catching her fingers working at the waistband of his grey sweatpants
He swallowed a groan, a smirk tugging at his lips as she pulled the pants a little lower. Her fingers worked deftly, tugging the waistband down just enough to slide the sweatpants off his hips, his breath catching as she wrapped her fingers softly around his heat
Then her hand moved
Just enough.
A sharp breath broke from his throat
“—shit. Sorry. hit my desk.”
Quick breathy laugh
“Yeah, im good”
There was a beat of silence, then a burst of laughter from the Vc. Someone cracked a joke about him being clumsy
Isaac chuckled weakly, his head tipping back against the chair, eyes screwed shut as he exhaled slowly
“Keep it up and I’ll kick you from the call,” he warned, the tremble in his voice barely held in check – words meant for the others, but she knew exactly who he was really talking to
His eyes met hers, biting back a grin as she pressed a soft kiss to his tip, enough to make him twitch, then murmured low enough just for him to hear
“mhm, just keep talking, baby” voice laced with teasing sweetness as he struggled to stay composed
His hips jerked into her; he was a mess already, twitching and leaking, his lips pressed together tightly to fight the urge to let everything out, but she only smiled
Her lips hovered for a moment, then she gave a single, slow lick—barely touching, just enough to make him squirm and try not to groan into his mic
He bit the back of his hand, trying to muffle all the sharp little noises that threatened to escape him. His fingers clenched tight into a fist, but she wasn’t done yet
Slowly, she dipped lower, her lips finally closing around him, warm and soft. it took everything in him to bite back a groan
His fingers tangled into her hair, gripping like a lifeline as his breath hitched and thickened
Every sloppy bob of her mouth sent him closer to the edge, hot and slick, pooling low and sticky, making his skin prickle in the best possible way
He was drowning in the mess of her, addicted to every frantic, messy second
his breath faltered, coming in ragged pants and soft, shaky whines that slipped past his lips uncontrollably
A voice came from the speakers, “what did i just hear, bro?”
Isaac’s breath caught, a muffled, desperate sound barely holding back as her lips pressed against him
“Mmm… nothin’,” he managed, voice low and breathless, trying not to give anything away
Y/n was relentless, never faltering with her rhythm and only quickening her pace
Isaac’s grip tightened in her hair, his body squirming with growing need. Every movement made his breath hitch, soft whimpers barely held back as he fought to keep quiet
“you’re gonna give yourself away at this rate,” she spoke softly, her fingers working to coax the most desperate moans from the boy trapped beneath her touch
He nipped at his bottom lip as he pressed closer, desperate but restrained. His hips twitched subtly, betraying how close he was
She smiled, heart fluttering at how vulnerable and cute he looked struggling to hold himself together
Isaacs hips jerked uncontrollably, fingers clutching at her hair and the edge of the chair like he was holding onto whatever sanity he had left
Her pace quickened, and his heart hammered so hard it felt like it would burst
He couldn’t keep himself together anymore – didnt care to – and a raw, ragged groan tore from deep inside him. Breathy, desperate, and utterly out of his control
Larry paused mid-sentence, “no way. no fucking way”
“was that-?”
“wait- wheres y/n?” Tanner gasped, catching on
Isaacs cheeks flushed deep red, eyes half-lidded and glossy with need, completely undone by her
“thats cheating.. disqualify her!”
“dead ass” larry snapped “kick her. that’s rigging the game.”
Y/n heard the chaos that arose, but she didn't stop, lips moving back down, eager to keep him right there—lost in the moment, trembling beneath her touch
He suddenly deafened with a shaky hand, the call falling silent with a sharp click
He tossed his headphones aside, running a hand down his flushed face with a groan, chest still heaving
“youre gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, eyes dropping back to her
She kept moving, lips gliding down his shaft again and again, every sloppy, needy sound he made was like music to her ears – so cute and messy, it made her heart flutter
His breath hitched sharply, voice trembling as he whispered,
“Oh fuck, Y/n…”
His hips jerked again, teetering right on the edge, utterly undone and helpless under her touch
She hummed against him, sending a vibration through him, and without warning, his hands tangled roughly in her hair, guiding her head deeper against him as they both struggled to keep steady
She gasped, a soft choke catching in her throat as he claimed her completely
His final groan was rough and breathless, a needy plea caught between a growl and a whisper, low and ruined as he let go of any of his remaining composure
Warmth pooled in her mouth, thick and slick, mixing with her own saliva that dripped down her chin and neck. The salty, heavy taste clung to her tongue as he shuddered against her, releasing fully and messily
Then he fell quiet except for laboured breaths and pants, slumping back in his chair, his grip loosening as his chest rose and fell, steadying as he caught his breath.
Y/n smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She pressed a slow, sweet kiss to his thigh, her loose hand lingering – like she hadn’t just completely ruined him
“Aw,” she murmured, fingertips brushing warm against his skin, “was that too much for you, baby?”
He exhaled, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers with a low chuckle. “look at you all smug,” he said, his hand brushing through his hair “I’ll get back at you later, though.”
He helped her up gently, pressing a quick kiss to her lips as they stood
“Promise?” she asked, blinking up at him through her lashes
“You little hornball.” He joked with a grin, gently pushing her face away as she giggled, all smug and wiggly “Get outta here before you start something else.”
“I can’t go back and talk to everyone right now..” She bit her lip sheepishly, looking at her feet “buuutt, you can let me chill on your bed till you’re done?” she grinned up at him, playful, "though.. no promises i’ll be able to wait however long before distracting you again..”
He raised an eyebrow at her. "So you're going to make me deal with them now?"
“...yea” She said barely above a whisper, then under her breath, “but seriously, let me stay?”
He sighed, already caving “fine, fine,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Go lie down, no more distractions.” He said it sternly – but she wasn’t making any promises.
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