hi!!! i was wondering if you could write something for tgc‼️‼️
are u able to write so the reader is in like a ltlvc or ylyl or something and the reader says “hey can i step away from the computer for a while im getting a really bad nose bleed” (in the group house) and isaac (or someone) kind of drops everything and helps them?
Awwww of course!!! I love this! I’ll do Isaac for this one but if you’d like to see it as a HC for everyone let me know! I made it like the reader and him are not quite official yet but there is clearly mutual feelings. If you’d like any changes lmk!
Bloody Nose || Isaacwhy
The video on the was already halfway through another completely unhinged meme edit, echoing through everyone’s laptops and PCs across the house. You were in your room, lights dim, curled up in your desk chair with the call open. Every one else was scattered in their own rooms doing the same. It was peak LTLVC energy: laughing until you couldn’t breathe, ongoing bits, and don’t forget the screaming.
Your eyes were starting to sting from staring too long, and your head felt a little heavy.
Something warm slid from your nostril down to your lip and onto your keyboard.
Blood.
“…Oh.” You muttered, wiping at your upper lip. You swallowed and quickly unmuted your mic.
“Hey, guys? Uh—can I step away for a minute? My nose is bleeding really bad.”
There was a flurry of surprised reactions through the call
“Are you serious?”
“Wait, from what?”
“Dude, are you okay?”
“Should we pause the video?”
But Isaac’s reaction cut sharply through the speakers.
“Wait, for real?”
You barely had time to say, “Yeah,” before you heard him move. Not just a chair scrape. This was fast, sudden, decisive.
“Hold on.”
You could hear him taking off his headphones roughly from your speakers: the thump of it hitting his desk, his door opening, and then his footsteps in the hallway.
“Okay, let me see,” he said immediately, opening your door and crossing the room to you without hesitation.
He kneeled beside your chair and gently tilted your chin forward with two careful fingers. Then looked at the droplets that covered your keyboard and desk.
“Oh sweetheart, that’s a lot of blood,” he murmured, voice soft but edged with panic he was trying to hide.
He placed the tissue box he has brought onto your desk. He tore out a thick stack before pressing it into your hands, guiding your fingers into the right position on the bridge of your nose.
“You didn’t have to run,” you mumbled , pinching the tissue tightly on your nose.
He huffed a shaky laugh, brushing a stray hair from your forehead.
“Yes, I did. You said you were bleeding.”
His thumb lingered on your cheekbone just a second too long for it to be platonic. He sat on the edge of your bed, close enough that his knee touched yours.
“You scared me,” he admitted softly. “Next time, don’t ask if you can step away. Just tell me, and I’ll come.”
You felt your face warm at the tenderness in his voice. Isaac looked at you, eyes softening when he noticed your blush.
“Hey,” he whispered, “keep your head forward. And keep your eyes on me, okay?”
epilogue: you have a horrible potty mouth and tanner doesn’t necessarily miiiiind that, or at all ever! until it’s towards him and he loves a power struggle soo ^_^ he doesn’t mind proving you wrong.
content contains! biting/marking, degrading, power struggle, jealous! tanner ..
⤷ afab anatomy used but gender isn’t specified! sorry ..
you were live and playing some overwatch on tanners set up. he was downstairs, watching on his laptop. you were on dps and played tracer. you weren’t doing entirely horrible but your team was horrible. ☹️
“yall say hear me out and it’s on a conventionally attractive character bruh shut up.” you say mid laugh as you see the big fat ‘defeat’ on your screen. you felt so tempted to explode something. you join team chat and immediately shit on your team with every diabolical and tos friendly insults you can think of.
something you said made tanners stomach knot up. in a negative way .. the way your other teammate endorsed it sexually made him extremely like .. jealous?? is what he would call it.
bigTstreamingservice: WOAH!!!!!! ❌❌ BAD!!!! DONT SAYTHAT!!!!! 👎
“tanner shut your yap!! i say what i want. bitch.” you imitate a spit sound as you enter the practice range, now bored.
bigTstreamingservice: oh word 🤨
he types in chat as you snort. “on lone. tuh.” you emphasize you smacking your lips.
tanner finds himself getting up and walking to his room shortly after. you were searching on youtube for a subway surfers game footage to entertain your chat as you tell them a story. you’re laughing your ass off as you tell some random ass story.
“my name is larry ‘jamal’ croft winston.. i’m 17 years old.. —“ you quickly were cut off by an unsettling noise behind you.
you hear the door crack behind you, slowly spinning around in the chair. “hellou.” you say calmly. tanner can’t help but laugh his ass off. “THE ENERGY SWITCH??” he screams as you scoff. “WHAT ENERGY SWITCH? I NEVER SWITCH UP.” you say in a specific tone that just adds fuel to the flame of his laughter. “YES YOU DO?” he smiles, exhaling heavily.
he pulls a chair and sits besides you, towering over you slightly. “how’s it cooking, good lookin’.” he smiles at you all goofy. “you tryna find out?” you grumble. “100%. are you muted?” he asks as you double check quickly before giving him a ‘no’.
“bye.” he replied, smiling a bit. “i forgor..” you drool as he takes the mouse and reopens overwatch. “overwatch time!! i’ll coach you.” he huffs confidently. “girl there’s footage of you playing overwatch, i think i’ll be good.” you side eye him as he gives you a dimly look back.
“dude. shut up.” you stammer as he lets out a laugh. you queue up for a game and tanners hand ends up on your inner thigh, squeezing it comfortably. “DON’T TOUCH ME CREEP!!” you exclaim, loud enough for someone next door to hear it. he jumped and slowly turned to you, unhappy.
you begin to get frustrated at overwatch slowly and started slamming your hands on the desk like a little toddler and trying to reason with tanner each time you died or did a terrible play, him smiling and nodding.
“i hate you omg, I HATE FLASHBANG.” you whine as you squirm in your chair. he huffs out a breathy laugh as he fixes his hair, pulling it back. “who could hate this?” he says comically. “ME!” you retort almost instantly.
eventually, stream ends. you wrap it up due to tanners unsettling aura at the moment, you hope what you said didn’t actually upset him.
you turn to him and smile, “hai.” you coo out as he smiles in return. “hey hunnybunny, how are you?” he asks as he reaches for your thigh again, holding it gently. “i’m alright. overwatch sucks without friends..” you sigh out. he grimaced slightly.
tanner recently developed jealously problems that he was self aware of. he never saw himself as a jealous person, he’s really goofy and silly! until he got with you, he never realized how jealous he got over small things anyway, it was mild at the moment. he wishes he could’ve played with you instead of issac. (the person you played with)
“you could’ve played with me y’know.” he grumbled, attempting to hide this feeling. he trusted you and isaac equally, he had no reason not to. but it’s inevitable for him he feels.
you look up at him with a raised brow. he analyzes your expression and scratches the back of his neck. “cuz.. i can carry you.” he smiles awkwardly, his gaze leaving yours. “you sound a little green-eyed there tanner.” you grin.
“stop.” he groans softly as he turns away entirely. “you jealous, baby?” you lean forward. he sits there in a resentful silence.
his brows remain furrowed. “you upset isaac is better at overwatch than you?” you egg on. he slowly turns to you. “the same guy who screams when he isn’t healed in one second. that isaac is better than me.” he said more as a statement that question, laughing slightly.
“does 10-10 ring a bell.” you look away like you’re thinking. he sits up and looks at you with bitterness in his eyes, a cocky grin smeared on his face. “baby.” he started. you hum in response. “don’t start this with me.” his breathing hitched. “what are you gonna do about it, hm?” you raise your brow with a grin.
within a instance, tanners hands were on your waist and pulled you into him, kissing you gently on the lips. his tongue exploding down your throat.
you were taken aback from the sudden action and melted slightly into the kiss. realizing his plan.
you pull away quickly, your hands on his chest. “wait.” you scowl. “i see what you’re doing!!” you jump up, his hands slide down off your waist. he raised his brow confused. “what am i doing, sugar.” his tone laced with confidence. your lip quivers as you feel your face heat up. “tanner..” you huff, quietly. he stands up, towering over you once again. he slowly begins to back you up to the bed as you stumble back onto the bed.
your eyes examine his body, the bulge dented in his pants and the pattern his chest heaved up and down in. he was pent up.
“did you want this, tanner?” you grin as he rolls his eyes. “you can cut this act cuz we both know ill shut it down real quick, honey.” he sits down besides you, turns to face you and leans over. kissing you sweetly. you begin to straddle on top of him and holding his face as the kiss gets more passionate and passionate. the bulge in his pants evident against your own crotch.
tanners breath hitches as you grind against his bulge. he leans back slightly as you continue to grind against him. you smile cockily at him as you kiss his jaw. “you’re so sweet for me, tanner.” you say between kisses on his jaw, lowering to his neck. he lets out a little whimper as he begins to grip your hips slightly after. helping you grind against him.
“fuck..” he pants as you caress his cheek. he tugs at the rim of your sweats and you kiss him one final time and begin slip off your own pants, your underwear remaining.
“good..” he smirks as he pushes your back against the bed, taking you aback. you gasp as he is on top of you. “don’t act cute, such a slut.” he giggles as he slips off your undies. “i’m gonna make you forget your name, sweetheart. :3” he kisses your neck, leaving a very prominent mark on it. he lowers his head & begins to tease your hole. his tongue tickling you perfectly. you gulp and let out a heavy sigh, coming out in a shaky tone.
his hands gripping your things as he licks around your clit. you practically chew down onto your lip as your back arches into his mouth. “tanner..” you pant as you told the back of his head and begin grinding into his mouth. he stops.
“nuh uh, sorry baby.” he lifts his head and removes his hold from your thighs and holds your wrists. “you want me to abuse your sweet clit, right?” he hums. you look away, pride slipping down the drain. “y—yeah..” you huff, your eyes shut tightly. “look. don’t touch.” he removes his grab he had on your wrists previously & slaps the side of your thigh. you yelp, growling lowkey afterwards. he giggles as he begins to tongue fuck you. his attention being to your clit and then fucking you with his tongue simultaneously.
“you like that? you like when i fuck your sweet hole with my tongue?” he drags out as you can only whimper in response. “fuck… you—..” you manage to squeeze out as he pulls away to bite your thigh. “keep it cute, slut.” he spits on your abused cunt and sits up, taking off his pants. you flinch at the impact of the spit.
his hard cock flings out & he begins to stroke himself. he lets a string of spit fall to the tip of his cock and covers his cock with his spit. “you ready, baby?” he smiles at you. you nod in response. “no? awww that’s a shame.. you can watch me stroke my hard cock infront of you then.” he pouts slightly. you furrow your brows. “tanner..” you murmur. he raises his brow, humming as he acknowledges you.
“stop being a dick.” you spat in response. he smacks his lips and shakes his head. “no no no baby, that’s not how you answer.” he lowers down to your collar bone and bites down. you exclaim and he covers your mouth.
”tell me you want this dick, like a good whore would.” he pants as he continues to bite down on you. he lifts his hand from your mouth, “i-i want your cock, tanner.” you sob out as the bite marks begin to hurt more. “such a masochist.” he lifts his head and kisses you gently on the lips. “good slut.”
he puts his tip in slowly as his cock melts inside you completely. he groans out as he begins to thrust immediately, giving you zero time to adjust. you didn’t deserve it in his eyes.
you begin to drool and tear up. tanners thrusting pattern is ingrained into your hole. he begins to tend to your nipples and suck on one and tease the other one with his hand. you were already pretty close due to him teasing your clit previously. “m’close..” you whine out, pathetically. he gives you a cute smile in return. making your stomach knot up. “i love you, t—tanner..” you coo out, drunkenly. your tears staining your cheeks. “love so much..” he cries out, squeezing your eyes shut.
“i love you more, baby.” he smiled at you, kissing your cheek, now your lips. you reach your climax, moaning into the kiss. he smiles into the kiss as he pulls away. panting slightly. he pulls out and places his cock on top of your crotch and his cum drips out all over your stomach.
he lies besides you and kisses your shoulders. cuddling you as you feel woozy, recovering slowly but surely. “my sweet baby, took my cock so good for me.” he mumbles between kisses as you try to cuddle into him. he stops you immediately. “wait wait!! i don’t want my jizz on my bed.. let’s get you cleaned, ‘kay?” he grins awkwardly as you whine. “okay..”you huff as you sit up. your belly covered in cum. “my pretty pretty baby. so gorgeous.” he smiled ear to ear, as he leads you to his bedroom.
A: Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show they care?)
isaac really likes to show he cares by supporting you no matter what. new haircut? he loves it! new clothing style? it suits you so well! find a new hobby? he's supporting it in every way he can! this corners with his love language, which is words of affirmation.
B: Beauty (what do they admire? what do they think is beautiful about their S/O?)
he love, love, LOVES your eyes. he also really likes your hands. no matter if your hands are calloused or soft, he loves them regardless. he loves holding them and kissing them. he could also definitely admire the color of your eyes for hours on end.
F: Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? how fast do they want to get married?)
i like to think isaac definitely wants to wait to get married, but he LOVES the thought of being fully committed to you, and only you. he loves fantasizing about you guys' wedding and what kind of ring he'll buy you.
