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isaac garcia headcanons??

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-> 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: how would boyfriend!isaac be in relationships!

-> 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight mature content if you squint?

-> 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i am obsessed with my life with the walter boys on netflix but there’s not enough fics out for cole or isaac! so im deciding to write some! hope you enjoy this, thanks for the request!

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Where’s the trophy? He just comes running straight over to me

Pairing: isaac garcia x fem!reader (cheerleader reader)

Summary: In which you and isaac have been dating for a while and everytime he wins in football he sprints right over to you

Warnings: none

dating isaac is…good. despite the fact that every single girl in school wanted to be you (which honestly isn’t as great as it seems,Constant whispers in the hallways, stolen glances, and the subtle—but persistent—jealousy made it clear that being “the girl dating Isaac” was far from simple.)

you met when he started football, you’d known his cousins thanks to cheerleading events and weekend games, so seeing him wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. He’d flirted with you, you’d known pretended to be above it all pretended to be annoyed but you liked him. He was sweet and pretty and said all the right things.

He started popping up everywhere you were, always pretending it was a coincidence. At first, it was little things—catching your eye in the cafeteria, sitting a few rows behind you in class, showing up at practices with a grin that made your stomach twist. Then it got bolder. Texts in the middle of the night with terrible jokes that somehow made you laugh, “accidental” encounters at your favorite coffee spot, even dropping by cheerleading practice under the guise of “supporting the squad.” You couldn’t deny it: he made you feel noticed in a way no one else ever had.

It didn’t take long for you to start dating—people kind of expected it. I mean, come on: Cole Walter’s little cousin following in his football footsteps and the head cheerleader? It was ridiculous how out-of-a-movie it seemed. Everyone whispered, speculated, and took bets on when it would finally happen, but somehow, that only made it feel more inevitable.

The first time you two were officially ‘together’ it was almost anticlimactic—at least on the surface. No dramatic confessions in the hallway, no banners or cheers. Just a kiss under the bleachers and a teasing comment: “You wanna tell me you’re not into me one more time before I kiss you again?”

You rolled your eyes, pretending to scoff, but your heart was doing somersaults. “You’re so full of yourself,” you muttered, nudging him with your shoulder, though your lips betrayed you with a small, shy smile.

After that, you’d been living on a pink cloud, floating through each day with a secret smile you couldn’t—or didn’t want to—hide. Isaac made sure of it. He passed you notes in every shared class, little scraps of paper filled with messy handwriting and simple words that somehow made your heart leap: “You look pretty” or “Wanna come over after school?”

It wasn’t just the notes. He did everything in his power to be close to you, all day, every day. He’d brush past your desk “by accident,” lean over to whisper something that only you could hear, or find excuses to sit near you in the cafeteria. Even in the hallways, where the world seemed to be watching, he found ways to make you feel like you were the only person in the crowd.

Like with football games, every time the team won, the boys would pile on top of each other, shouting and laughing, caught up in the chaos of victory. The stadium roared around them, the air buzzing with excitement—but Isaac didn’t get lost in it. The second the celebration started, he wove through the throng of teammates, ignoring the high-fives and backslaps, and went straight over to you.

Tonight, he was nervous. The team had all been drug tested earlier in the week, and the results had just come back—Dylan, the quarterback, hadn’t passed. That meant Isaac now had to step in and play the position, suddenly carrying the weight of the game on his shoulders.

Usually so confident, so calm, he seemed smaller somehow, like the pressure of the moment had made the stadium feel ten times larger. Before the game started, he walked over to you, pulling his helmet off his head.

“You ready to cheer me on?” he asked teasingly, his voice carrying that familiar mix of bravado and nerves—the same one he’d had when he asked you to the movies that first time.

You smiled, leaning slightly against the railing. “Well, I only cheer for people that win,” you teased.

Isaac tilted his head, a mock-offended grin spreading across his face. “You’re saying you don’t think we’re gonna win?” He laughed softly, shaking his head. “And this is the person that calls herself my girlfriend? Harsh.”

“You’ll do great,” you said, cupping his cheeks with both hands before pressing your lips to his.

Isaac’s grin widened, eyes sparkling. “Now that’s more like it,” he said, his voice low and teasing, though the nervous tension from before had eased a little. He leaned into your touch for a heartbeat longer, drawing strength from the simplicity of the moment before the game swallowed him whole.

With a final squeeze of your hands and a teasing wink, he straightened, lifted his helmet, and jogged back toward the field

The game was going well—or at least, that’s what it seemed like. Honestly, you didn’t know much about football at all, but you could tell the energy on the field had changed. The crowd was on their feet, cheering louder with every play, and Isaac kept appearing just where he needed to be, moving with a mix of precision and raw determination that made your chest tighten.

Every time he threw the ball or dodged a tackle, your heart leapt, and you found yourself jumping to your feet, waving your pom-poms like you actually knew what was going on. You couldn’t help it—just seeing him out there, handling the pressure, made it impossible to stay calm.

The ball was snapped and, for a split second, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Isaac had it in his hands, eyes scanning the field, the weight of the entire stadium pressing down on him. The opposing team charged forward, their defense tighter than it had been all night, but instead of panicking, he tucked the ball close and bolted.

You weren’t even sure what was supposed to happen—wasn’t he supposed to throw it?—but the way he ran made your breath catch. He weaved through players like he’d been born to do it, juking left, cutting right, his strides long and sure. Every time you thought someone would take him down, he slipped just out of reach, adrenaline fueling every step.

The crowd was screaming, a wall of noise you could barely process, but all you could see was him—Isaac, helmet glinting under the stadium lights, determination written in every line of his body. And then, with one final burst of speed, he crossed into the end zone, ball still clutched tight in his arms.

Touchdown.

The stadium erupted. His teammates swarmed him, shouting, leaping, pounding his back in triumph, but his eyes searched the sidelines until they found you. His grin was wide, breathless, pure joy.

He sprinted towards where you stood, not even slowing down as he reached the sidelines. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, lifting you clean off the ground as if you weighed nothing. You let out a surprised laugh, your pom-poms falling to the dirt as he spun you once before pulling you in.

When his lips pressed into yours, it was harsh and breathless, filled with adrenaline and victory, the kind of kiss that made the whole stadium blur into background noise. You could feel the pounding of his heart against your chest, his hands steady even though his entire body buzzed with energy.

From the field, a chorus of “ooohs” and wolf whistles rang out, his teammates howling like they’d just scored twice—once for the touchdown, and once for the public display of affection.

Isaac broke away just long enough to grin at you, cheeks flushed, eyes wild with triumph. “Told you I’d win,” he said, voice cocky but still rough with exertion. “Don’t get a big head now” you tease

He pressed one more quick kiss to your forehead before jogging back to his team, who were still jeering and clapping him on the back.

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The bustling sounds of the Walter house fill my ears as soon as I open the front door. To the 'average' person, it may sound like pure chaos, but to me, it's the most perfect kind of chaos. It's the very thing that makes this house a home.

All the screams and shouts point towards the living room - which is exactly where I go. I was spot on, every single one of the Walter and Garcia boys are either sitting on the couch or sprawled out on the floor, a few with controllers in their hands, all fixed on the television in front of them.

“Boys,” I say with a relatively normal pitched voice. I'm able to gain half their attention.

“Y/n, finally!”, a certain dark haired, dark eyed boy, jumps up from his spot on the couch in excitement.

“Isaac, hey.”, I smile up at my boyfriend who's already standing in front of me - leaving little space between us.

“I missed you.”, his voice is soft, sweet, and genuine, the side of Isaac I'm very lucky to have. He comes beside me and wraps an arm around my shoulder almost immediately. He's bringing me over to his spot on the couch, next to Danny.

“We saw each other like what, two hours ago at school?”, I questioned before smiling at Danny and taking my spot between him and Isaac.

“Yeah, but that's too long.”, Isaac sighs, while leaning back and wrapping his arm around me again. Who would have thought, Isaac, my best friend since first grade, would eventually become my boyfriend - who in turn, would become the neediest person in my life.

“Mhm, yeah.,” I say above a whisper, focused on the game playing out in front of me.

While Isaac and I's relationship is new, we've always been super close, so we're lucky to have skipped the awkward stage - I guess you could say we're in the 'honeymoon phase', as Alex likes to call it.

“Yeah,” Isaac whispers back while looking down at me, before using the arm that's already curled around me to pull me even closer to him. I settle into his embrace.

“Glad to see that's going well.” Lee says sarcastically in front of Isaac before turning around and bringing his attention back to the revolving alien spaceship on the television.

Isaac scoffs from beside me, “shut up.”

As much as Lee gets on Isaac's nerves, I actually like the younger Garcia brother. He's an instigator, sure, but, he's one of the most interesting people I know. He's not as bad as everyone says he is.

“How about you, Lee, any girls?”, I already know the answer to that. I'm sure Lee would rather chop off his right hand, then give any girl even 1/5 of his attention. Which is fine, I just like to ask occasionally to get him stirred up - it's what I've always done.

The younger Garcia twin turns around slowly, looking in between Isaac and I as we await his answer. “I'd rather jump off a cliff into molten lava. Besides, you and you are enough around here.”, he scoffs to finish his statement, then turns back around, clearly annoyed.

I try my best to hide my laugh - Lee would probably lunge at me, knowing I found what he said to be funny. “Hmm, are we too much?”, I turn my head to my boyfriend, who's still very close to me.

Isaac shakes his head disapprovingly, “No, no. If you ask me, we're too little.” I nod in acceptance of his answer.

If it were up to Isaac, we'd spend every second of every day cuddled up to each other - never living a normal life, it's because of me that we don't. He's great, but he also never wants to be apart, but, with our busy lives, we have to be at times.

“I think that's exactly what he means”, Alex, speaks up from the end of the couch, leaning over Danny to talk. He's referring to Lee's recent comment.

“Stay out of it, Alex.”, Isaac threatens.

I groan, "Seriously, Alex, you're supposed to be my best friend - that means having my side in everything."

And, before Alex can reply to my words, Isaac pops up in complete shock and annoyance, "Him? Your best friend?", he glares not only at me, but at his cousin too.

"I'm supposed to be your best friend.", Isaac grumpily folds his arms over his chest - did I mention he's also dramatic? Very, very dramatic.

I sigh, "You are my best friend, but you're also my boyfriend. Alex is my non-boyfriend best friend, which is why I'm so upset that he's not on our side.", I turn the attention back to the freckled Walter boy. Isaac accepts my words, and in turn, he turns his glare completely onto his cousin.

Alex puts his hands up in defeat, "Yeah, yeah - sue me"

"Murphy", I call out while running over to my favorite horse - I know he's technically Alex's, but, in my heart, he's mine.

I begged Isaac to stop playing video games, and take me out to see the horses - well, not begged, he didn't complain. Isaac Garcia would never turn down alone time, even if we're not completely alone.

"I've missed you.", I swipe my hand over his soft coat, I haven't been over after school in days, to Murphy and I, that's pretty much an eternity.

I hear my boyfriend walk up behind me. Actually, I can feel his body warmth. I watch Isaac's hand as he reaches up from behind me and pets the dark horse in front of us.

"Careful, I'm starting to think you like Murphy more than me.", Isaac voices.

I stop petting Murphy, and turn to face the Garcia boy, "Oh, did you not know? I do like Murphy more than you."

He scoffs, typical Isaac, "No way."

I shrug my shoulders in response, "Yes, way.", I'm looking him in the eyes now, trying to let him know just how serious I am - even though I'm not, I like them equally.

"Murphy's great, but he's not me", his words are followed by the 'can't help the truth' kind of look.

I nod, "You're so right, who could ever like you? I mean, Murphy's amazing but, you, not so much.", I throw my hands up at my sides.

I watch as my boyfriend folds his lips in, while nodding down at me. He likes this game - the fight I'm putting up.

"So, you're telling me, after all this time, my feelings aren't reciprocated?", he jokes.

"Well, I mean, I like you, but I'm always going to like Murphy a little bit better.", I spit back. I can still feel his warmth. It makes the cold fall air not feel so bad after all.

Isaac shakes his head, "Not what I meant."

I feel my face fold up in confusion, "Oh, so what did you mean?", my words are still playful, we're still joking.

The dark haired boy takes an almost impossible step closer to me. He tilts his head to the side before speaking up again. Suddenly, the air feels almost too hot. "I don't like you, y/n. I think I love you."

The breath of air that I had in my lungs is suddenly caught in my throat. He loves me?

Throughout every year, every turning point, every sweet moment it's always been other words 'I care about you', 'You're everything to me', but it's never been an "I love you". It's so new. It's such a different feeling. But, honestly, I'm so okay with it. It's perfect - everything with him is perfect, and he deserves to know that.

I let out the breath I'm holding before speaking up, "I love you too, so, so much."

And, then it's there - all the fireworks, all the butterflies, all the stomach turns, all at once - all because of the heat, the warmth of his lips finding mine and the sweet words we just shared.

Growing up, I always knew there would be a forever place for Isaac Garcia in my life, whether that be through a friendship or being connected to the same small town, but, I never knew he'd turn out to be the very most important person in my life. I'm glad it's this way, though. I've never felt more loved than I do when I'm with him. He's the better half of me.

Finally, after losing all of our breath to each other, we pull away. We didn't want to, but we'll find our way back soon.

"Can you promise me something?", Isaac's almost breathless voice, carries through the crisp, perfect air.

I push my lips to the side in thought, "depends"

He smiles at my gesture, he's always appreciated that I didn't just tell him yes to make him happy, to make him satisfied. He knows that if I'm going to promise something, I'm going to mean it.

Isaac nods, "Promise me, no matter what happens, we'll continue to pick each other, every single day. If you can do that.", I smile at his words. I want to fall more in love with him every day, and I know that we will if we continue things just as they are.

"I've made that silent promise long ago, but now, I'm making it out loud. I promise, Isaac Garcia, to continue to choose us every day."

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Situationship

Pairing: Isaac Garcia x F!reader

Wordcount: 1.2K

Summary: You're not sure if Isaac likes you as much as you like him. He seems to be only interested in other girls. But is that true?

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As I stepped off the bus at Silver Falls high school, I immediately felt an arm being slung over my shoulder.

“I’ve been waiting out here for thirty minutes for you, babe.” Isaac exclaimed in my ear.

“You know when the bus arrives, dummy. And there is no reason for you to wait for me.” I protested.

“I always walk you to class.”

“Only when you’re not skipping, that is.” He rolled his eyes at me and I rolled mine right back. We walked into the building, in the direction of my first class of the day.

“Hi Isaac.” A girl called out. Isaac's eyes followed her body as she passed, clearly checking her out.

“Hello Vanessa.” He purred. I lightly shoved his arm from my shoulder. I knew Isaac and I were nothing more than friends, but his constant flirting with anyone of the female sex did bother me. But I knew he’d never look at me that way and I had resigned myself to that fact by now.

He only noticed that I had already taken a seat in my English class, when he turned back around. “Hey, will I see you for lunch?” He yelled from the doorway. I shrugged my shoulders at him, then focused on the book in front of me.

“She can only meet you if you don’t get lunchtime detention being late to class, Mister Garcia.” My English teacher argued. Isaac saluted my teacher, glanced my way one final time and then left for what I hoped was his classroom, but was most likely a meeting with his ditching buddies.

After my first couple of classes for the day, I sat down next to Jackie and her friends.

“No Isaac today?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” She furrowed her brows at me.

“Is he skipping class?”

“Not that I know of, but he might be.”

“Aren’t you supposed to know those things?” Kiley asked.

“Look guys, I don’t know where he is and I don’t care.” The couple of people sitting at our table looked around at each other confused.

“Something happen? Do you want to talk about it?” Jackie pushed the topic.

“No, I do not want to talk about it.” I snapped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out that harsh.” I immediately apologized.

“Hey Garcia, you coming with us?” I heard from my left. I turned to face the person that voice belonged to. It was one of Isaac’s friends, Levi. He didn’t hang out with the best crowd and I stood up from my seat and stalked over to Isaac.

“Isaac, I don’t think it’s a smart idea for you to go with them.”

“Good thing I’m not asking for your opinion, then.” He barked. I took a step back at his harsh words and as much as I tried to stop it, tears were forming in the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I nodded my head at him, walked back to my table, grabbed my bag, then ran for the girls bathroom.

I wiped the tears as I looked in the mirror.

“Are you okay?” Erin asked me as she came into the bathroom. I sniffed, wiped my eyes once more and turned to face her.

“How obvious is it that I just cried?” I asked her. She took a step towards me and looked me in the eyes.

“Your eyes and nose are a bit red, but that should fade soon enough.”

“Thanks Erin.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” She inquired. I sighed. If anyone knew what I was going through, it was Erin.

“I just wish Isaac would see me like he does every other girl in this school.” Erin hmm’ed in answer.

“He does care about you, Y/N. I can see that.”

“He has a funny way of showing it.”

“Maybe it’s time to move on.” She said softly. I sighed.

“Maybe you’re right. He’s never going to pick me anyway.” Erin stepped closer to me.

“Do you want a hug?” She asked. I smiled a small smile at her then nodded. I walked into her embrace and she held me tight.

“Thanks again.” I said as I stepped back. “I needed that.”

“What are friends for?”

I didn’t talk to Isaac for days after our little argument. He didn’t meet me at the bus stop or walk me to my classes and I didn’t seek him out during the day. We avoided each other during lunch period and when I saw him join his bad influence friends I decided to ignore it.

It wasn’t until a week later, when I was hanging out with another guy that I gained his attention. Jonah was kind, caring and he made me laugh. But most of all, he didn’t ditch me for anybody else.

“So, is he your boyfriend now?” Isaac asked one day when I was rummaging through my locker.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Him. The one that won’t leave you alone.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, but I do like him.”

“Why? He seems boring.”

“He’s actually a great guy and first and foremost he doesn’t play with my feelings.”

“What do you mean by that?” He questioned.

“Figure it out, Isaac.” I slammed my locker closed and quickly walked to my next class.

“I don’t play with your feelings, Y/N.” Isaac uttered as he followed me. I swiftly turned around and pointed a finger at his chest.

“You put your arm around me, you call me nicknames, you walk me to my class, but then you also look at every female body on school grounds. What am I supposed to think of that?” I breathed out. “Oh and another thing, I am not your punching bag, I told you those guys weren’t good for you and you attacked me. Not cool.”

It seemed like realization set in right that moment, because his eyes turned softer and a smile started playing on his lips.

“What?” I wondered, annoyed.

“You like me.” He said matter-of-factly.

“That’s not too hard to figure out now is it.” He cupped my cheeks with both hands and leaned in. I stepped back out of his embrace.

“What?” He asked with a confused look on his face.

“You like anything that has a pair of tits attached to them, you’re a player and as much as I do like you, I’m not risking my heart for that.”

“I only ever cared about you, Y/N. Those other girls, they didn’t mean anything. I just knew I couldn’t have you, so I looked elsewhere for the love I didn’t receive.”

“You like me, too?”

“You have no idea.” He told me, before continuing, “Now can I kiss you or are you going to stop me again?” I shook my head no and he once again placed both hands on my cheeks and leant down to kiss me. His lips touched mine and he pushed me against a wall of lockers. My hands were gripping his shirt, trying to pull him as close as possible.

“All right, wrap it up, kids. This is not the time and place.” Our guidance counselor told us as she clapped her hands, trying to get us to separate. Isaac groaned as his lips left mine. “This isn’t over yet.” He told me, then kissed my forehead and pulled me along to my next class.