warnings: Use of Y/N, mention and use of a feminine reader and feminine body parts; although anyone and everyone can read if you ignore those. all characters portrayed in my fanfics are always 18 years old and up. Alex being treated like a bucking horse, cowgirl, some slight swearing, descriptions of sexual sounds and bodily fluids, some manhandling from Alex, creampie, slight clit playing(?). Please let me know if I’ve forgotten any warnings!
synopsis: You go for a ride with Alex !!
whispers from the author: Γεια σας όμορφοι άγγελοι !! ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ thank you SO SO much for 221 followers (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ Omb .ᐟ can you feel me squeezing you? (づ> v <)づ♡ This is my first time writing for Alex Walter and the wonderful characters of MLWTB, so please pardon if he seems a little off at first. I’m sorry this is so short, and quite a quick read… I haven’t had much motivation to do writing but since watching the new season - and rewatching the old one - of My Life With The Walter Boys, I’ve had a little bit of inspiration. So, please enjoy! And please pardon any mistakes I might’ve missed.
word count: 2.3k
Even when you bite your swollen lip to try and conceal your squeals and moans, switching to kissing the life out of Alex — ‘accidentally’ biting his lip when his tip batters a certain spot — when he struggles to conceal his own noises: the faint creaking of your mattress and harsh sound of filthy squelching paired with an even harsher thwack! thwack! thwack! thwack! from your hips slamming down onto his, chasing yet another high, as his cock hits that gooey, tender spot inside you that has your entire body twitching and craving more of him, the obscene sounds still blanket your entire room; anyone who walks past your room would know what’s happening behind your door.
And let’s also not forget the heavy breathing, your babbling speech that flirts with being incoherent every-now-and then, and the heavy smell of your raw, passionate, and unable to get enough of each other fucking that has accumulated from the lack of a window being opened.
Plus, with the knowledge that no one has seen Alex outside training on Murphy, or taking care of the other horses in the stables, or following you around the house. Nor has anyone seen you helping around with what and who you can, or filling the kitchen with the addicting smell of your delicious baked goods that everyone steals still fresh off the trays, or really in any of your usual places. The next thing they’d check for both of you is: your room or Alex’s room. Thankfully everyone is currently busy and out of the house.
Alex’s grip on your hips is iron and warm, the rough feel of his palms on your soft skin and his needy moans only drives you to ride him harder; occasionally grinding your clit against the rough texture of his pubes. The ache in your legs burns intensely, but you can’t find it in you to care even a little bit. It feels too good to stop; plus, you don’t think Alex would let you now. Brows caved in on themselves, sweat on his forehead, lean chest, that is covered in the colour of your favourite lipstick, heaving up and down, mouth open slightly to let his noises out just for you, those delectable lips of his swollen from fiercely kissing each other and from you biting them — his face is the picture of pure pleasure.
“Alex,” you whine breathlessly, wincing at the small cramp in your leg but otherwise ignoring it, “m..more..”
Alex stares up at you, gazing at you in all your shining, and albeit sweaty, beautiful glory, the sight of his black cowboy hat on your head, shifting slightly when you bounce a little harder on him. The sultry look in your heated gaze only fuels him more. He can’t help but breathe out a weak laugh, head digging into your pillow, “you want more?”
You nod your head furiously and tilt it to the side, “I can… handle it…” you gasp before breathing out, “…handle you.”
“Yeah?” He groans, loving the sound of your cocky challenge,
“Yeah, you can.. try n’buck me off.. if you can..” Your grin makes him kiss his teeth, his own cocky smirk, faltering a little when your juicy walls grip him tighter, growing on his face. You lean down, hips now grinding on him, lips brushing against his but now quite kissing him, grin widening when he grows a little frustrated when he can’t kiss you, “c’mon, cowboy,” you take his bottom lip between your teeth gently before releasing it and sitting up straight to gaze down at him, “give me your worst… I wanna go for a ride.”
Alex swallows, face flushing an adorable colour before he shifts his hips and plants his feet firmly behind you, his knees and thighs acting as the back of a throne for you, his lap being the seat. His hands grip your hips tighter, preparing himself to take you for a ride; the cheeky smile, playful look in his eyes and the tensing of his abdomen and core — it makes butterflies explode in your stomach in anticipation.
Just like how he holds onto those bucking horses with one hand: you place one hand on his toned peck and use your other hand to hold onto his hat — you want the full experience, and keeping the hat on is a part of it, right?
As you lift your hips up to begin bouncing on him again: Alex suddenly bucks his hips up and you’re unable to stop the surprised, high-pitched moan that he draws out of you. Your grip on Alex’s hat tightens in surprise. “Oh..!” You squeal, adding a breathless, “Alex!” Your mattress squeaks under the sudden onslaught; a few springs have definitely broken.
Using his strength, he slams you down to meet his thrusts, disturbing your own steady rhythm and forcing it to merge with his erratic, desperate one. His bulging biceps, and veins that crawl up his forearms, would otherwise have you biting your lip — but you’re unable to do that.
Alex’s groans kiss the line of falling into growls as you grind on him and meet his thrusts. Your mouth hangs open, freely sharing the noises you would’ve normally had to keep hidden with him; this only fuels the desire between both of you. Oh, how he wishes to flip you over — but you want a ride, so he’s going to give you one.
Your thighs burn and your calves threaten to cramp with how much you’re trying to keep yourself steady and actually stay on him. The filthy squelching sound from your juices mixing with his, creating a ring around the base of his cock that pathetically clings to your soaked entrance when you’re lifted up, only spurs both of you on. His abdomen is soaked and your inner thighs are sticky, which creates a soft shlk! shlk! shlk! every time you lift up off of him.
Even with your clit throbbing from the lack of attention: you’re unable to do much about the ache. It’s terribly annoying, but his hammering hips take your mind off of it and replace those thoughts with nothing but mush and pleasure.
One particular buck from him has you falling forward, this causes your other hand to abandon its hold on his hat, and instead keep you steady by joining your other hand on his chest. With some of your weight lessened on his hips: Alex speeds up his thrusts, eyes burning into yours as you struggle to keep your eyes open. He grins cheekily, absolutely loving your expression. Alex’s eyes trail down to your breasts, silently wishing he was in a sitting position so they’d be touching his face — not juggling over him, taunting him with what he can’t currently touch.
“Alex!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you suck in your bottom lip to bite it before a pleasure filled cry forces your mouth open again, “oh..! Oh!” You gasp, the pitch in your moans rising with each thrust, “there! r-right there!” Tears kiss the corners of your eyes the further the pleasure builds up inside of you; it’s a hot, addictive feeling that has your hips grinding in an unrhymic manner, so desperate for the release you’re both so eager for.
In your pleasure filled, mushy mind: you manage to faintly make out the front door being opened and the boisterous voices of Alex’s brothers and cousins returning. Your heart skips a beat, anticipation and fear of being caught swirls around inside of you. You lean down so your lips are right beside his ear and softly groan, “h..hurry..!” Your lips kiss the dewy skin of his jawline and neck, gently nibbling every so often.
“Shit..” Now fuelled with the possibility of potentially being caught and possibly being put on a ban of being alone with you until you both move out: Alex decides to let you win the challenge and flip you over, kissing you to conceal your surprised squeal and quickly shoving his hat onto the floor when it pops off your head, and resumes his thrusts; making sure he really hits all of your juicy, gooey spots that have you seeing stars on his ceiling.
Your legs tighten around his hip and the kiss turns bruising in an attempt to keep both of your verbal noises down. You can’t really do anything about the sounds your pussy makes as he’s sucked back into your warm, quivering walls like a sailor answering the enchanting call of a siren.
Alex leans to the side slightly, putting all of his weight on his left forearm, and the fingers of his right hand finds your pulsing, crying clit. He greedily takes your cries of pleasure for himself, grunting when the odd one slips out into the room; the kiss is so needy, so bruising and harsh. The air that is exhaled out of both of your noses is a rough little kiss on its own. You can hear some one the boys running upstairs and going in their rooms, hearing their conversations amongst each other.
Your nails drag themselves down the soft, warm flesh of his back, digging in when the pressure worsens and the knot tightens. Alex groans against your mouth, his fingers really zoning on your clit so much so that your hips try to bucking his hand away - yet the pleasure makes you also grind against him.
“Alex!” Your heart drops when George shouts for Alex at the bottom of the stairs,
“Please…” you whimper, “cum f’me, Alex, c’mon,” you don’t want to be caught and supervised when alone with him.
“Fuck,” he moans breathlessly, “okay..m’..m’cumming..” his thrusts turning sloppy as he reaches his climax with hus cock buried deep inside of you, filling you up. Your legs tighten around his hips to keep them flush against your own, nails creating more multiple crescent moon shaped indents on his back; your own orgasm follows shortly after his courtesy to his magic finger movements.
Alex offers some weak, sloppy thrusts to ride out both of your highs before coming to a complete stop. His right forearm returns to the side of your head to help keep what weight of his he can off of you, but your nails trail from his marked, red back, and play with the hair at the base of his neck to help ease him into the temptation of giving you his weight. The grounding warmth of his body and heavy breathing completely takes over all of your senses, leaving you with nothing but… just him, all over you; your legs twitch from the pleasure and comedown of your orgasm.
His swollen, wet lips kiss your shoulder and neck gently, making you hum in happy contentment. Your fingers thread through his hair, playing with it and massaging his scalp. You can feel his smile on your skin, “that feels nice,” he mumbles.
You answer him with a loving kiss to his cheek, squeezing him.
A knock on your door makes your heart skip a beat and Alex tense up, “…Y/n?” Cole. At least he’s actually knocking now, and not just opening your door and then knocking on it.
You snort softly at the memory. Alex was so angry with him. You were in the middle of getting ready for bed, and you were completely topless when Cole had suddenly opened your bedroom door. The shock of seeing him, and him seeing you… you hadn’t meant to scream, really, you didn’t — but it just came out before you could stop it. Cole had slammed the door shut and was apologising profusely for it; it was funny seeing Cole Walter all red and flushed.
You remember hearing Alex’s angry tone, Katherine and George telling Cole off for just suddenly opening your door — a girls door — without knocking, and the other boys adding their two pence in. Some laughed, others were just as shocked as you.
Cole wouldn’t look at you for the rest of the evening, and Alex wouldn’t stop glaring at his brother.
“Why’re you laughing?” Alex whispers,
“The door.” Everyone knows the incident as ‘the door’, so when you say this: his hold on you tightens and his body shifts on you. He’s not amused.
“Not funny.” He grumbles.
You just giggle and press another kiss into his skin.
“Is Alex in there with you?” Cole keeps his tone low but high enough so you can hear it, “if… if he is I’ll uh, cover for you.” How sweet of him. Perhaps this is him wanting to forefill the massive favour he owes you — you’d forgave him, told him it wasn’t necessary, Alex piped up and said it was, but he wasn’t having it — and cover for you. And in extension: Alex.
You sigh, you’ve been rumbled. But thankfully, only by Cole. “Yeah…” you admit, “he’s with me.”
Cole is quiet for a moment, “okay, I’ll come up with something.”
“Thank you.” Your face flushes, you’ve never been so grateful for the ‘no snitching’ rule they all have with each other.
Cole walks away and you can hear him going downstairs. Alex turns to you so you can see his face, “I knew I’d win.” You giggle, and he playfully frowns, “I said I could handle it.”
“I let you win.”
“Nope,” your head shakes softly, “I win. You couldn’t buck me off.”
“Not true.”
“Very true —“ Alex kisses you, silencing your victory. He rests his forehead against yours, the expression on his face warms your heart. His eyes scream his love for you. You let the silence blanket both of you, basking in each other.
“I did win.“ you whisper, stifling a giggle by biting your lip.
Warnings: arguing, swearing, tension, possessive behavior, possible later smut but none rn
Summary:
After months of silence, you storm into Alex Walter’s room demanding answers. But the Alex that stares back at you isn’t the same boy who left.
Word Count: 1528
Notes: Sorry for the sloppy writing and dumbass title im tired and this was kinda rushed. Also 2nd Pov I dont do that...im trying something expirmentation
You didn’t even bother knocking. Your palm shoved the Walter farm’s front door open something you had done a million times but what followed your boots stomping up the stairs like thunder was definitely new. Past the photos hanging crookedly on the wall. Straight to the door you hadn’t stepped through in months.
You threw it open.
And there he was Alex Walter sprawled across the bed like he didn’t have a care in the world. Hat tipped low, one arm behind his head, thumb lazily scrolling his phone with the other. He hadn’t even looked up when you stormed in.
Unbe-fucking-lievable.” You snapped, slamming the door behind you. “You get all cool and suddenly I’m…what dirt on your boots!?”
Silence.
Alex smirks at his phone, not looking up at you. “Mornin’ to you too, sweetheart.”
“Don’t you sweetheart me.” You snap glaring at him fists clenched at your sides. “Do you even know what its like wondering if your best friend is dead because he hasn’t answered you in months!”
Nothing. Not even a twitch. Only the steady sound of the spinning fan above them in the room.
Finally, his voice cuts through the silence, low and rough. “Reckon if I’d died, someone woulda told ya.”
Your jaw dropped. “Are you serious right now? That’s your excuse?”
He sighs dramatically, lowering his phone just enough to give you a lazy once-over. That smirk already tugging at his lips. “You always this dramatic or just when your missin’ me?”
“Missin’?” You nearly choked out. “You ghost me for months, Alex! That’s not something you do to a friend!”
“Mm.” He hummed, finally pushing up on his elbows. “Good thing I never said I was a good friend.”
Your nails dug into your palms. “You’re such an ass.”
“And you’re…” His eyes travel over you, slowly “You.”
You glared “You’re cocky now. Was cowboy camp a two-week jerk course?”
“Guess it worked,” he said. “Look at you, all riled up over me.”
“Not everything’s about you.”
“Coulda fooled me.”
“You’re awful.”
He shifted just enough to peek at you, smirk tugging lazy at his mouth. “Awfuls a strong word. Sounds like somebody missed me a whole lot.”
You bristled. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Not flatterin’ myself,” he said, finally setting his phone down on his chest, eyes locking on you like a challenge. “Just sayin’ takes an otta lotta feelin’s to come stormin’ into a man’s room like you’re doin’.”
“I came here because you owe me an explanation,” you shot back. “We were friends, Alex. I thought you cared. And then you just…stopped”
“Friends?” His eyes glinted, infuriatingly smug. “I’m just wonderin’ why a ‘friend’ looks ready to tear me apart for not callin’.”
“Because it hurt!” you snapped, fists curling. “You left me behind like I didn’t matter!”
That smirk faltered for just a second. “Maybe I figured you’d be fine without me.”
Your chest tightened. “You don’t get to decide that.”
Silence stretched thick between you. His jaw ticked, but the smirk came back sharper this time.
“You know,” he said slowly, standing at last, “I didn’t expect the welcome wagon to be you yellin’ at me in my bedroom. But I’ll admit…” he stepped closer, boots heavy against the wood floor, “…it’s kinda nice. Means you still give a damn.”
“I don’t,” you lied instantly.
“Mm,” he hummed, circling closer until you had to tilt your chin to keep looking at him. “You’re a terrible liar.”
You tried to look away, but his voice cut low. Rough. “Look at me.”
Your head stayed turned. Stubborn.
“Sugar,” he rasped, hand coming up, fingers sliding under your chin with infuriating ease. He tilted your face up, slow, deliberate, until your eyes had no choice but to lock on his. “I said…look at me.”
And God, you hated him hated how close he was, hated how your heart tripped, hated how every breath felt like it burned.
But you couldn’t look away.
Your breath hitched, shallow and uneven, and you hated that he noticed of course he did. His smirk curved slow and dangerous as his thumb brushed lazily along your jaw.
Your chest rose too fast. Fists at your sides. “I hate you,” you spat, sharp and smaller than you meant it to be.
“Y’know somethin’, darlin’?” he murmured, voice lowered, rough. “For someone who hates me, you sure look like you’re strugglin’ to breathe right now.”
“I despise you,” you said, harder.
“Mm.” Alex tilted his head until his nose ghosted yours. “Say it again. Make it sound convincing.”
You glared. The look only made his grin widen.
“God, you’re insufferable,” you whispered. Your breath snagged as his thumb pressed firmer against your jaw; his fingers slid lower to the side of your neck. His palm was calloused and warm, a dangerous kind of steady thumb nudging your bottom lip.
“Mm, there she is,” he breathed, close enough that his warm air feathered your lips. “All fire, all fight, and still can’t take her eyes off me.”
“I can,” you said, but it came out thin.
His grip tightened a fraction, coaxing your chin back. “No, sweetheart. Eyes right here.” His blue stare pinned you merciless and bright. “Don’t run from me now.”
Your breath stuttered, something soft and raw cut through the anger. He leaned in, lips hovering an inch away, voice low and rough enough to scrape along your spine. “Go on then. Tell me again how much you hate me. But this time… look me in the eye when you do.”
Your heart thudded like a drum you couldn’t stop. The words tangled behind it: the heat of him, the weight of his hand, the way he saw every lie pinned to your ribs. “I hate you” felt suddenly small and cowardly and dangerously close to not being the whole truth.
Your breath stuck. Shallow. Quick. And yep he noticed. Of course he did. his smirk curled slow, dangerous. his thumb skated across your jaw like it had somewhere better to be.
Your chest hitched, fists at your sides. “I hate you,” You spat, it came out sharp but kinda hollow.
“For someone who hates me, you sure look like you’re struggling to breathe right now.” His voice dropped, rough and teasing.
“i despise you.” You tried to make it mean it.
He tilted his head. Nose almost touching yours. “Say it again. real convincing.”
You glared. Grin got wider.
“God you’re insufferable,” You breathed. His thumb pressed firmer now. Fingers slipped to your neck, palm warm and calloused, thumb nudging your bottom lip.
“There she is.” Warm breath. “All fire, all fight, and still can’t look away.”
“I can.” you lied. His grip got a little firmer. “no sweetheart. eyes on me.” his blue stare was a dare. “Don’t run.” His lips hovered. an inch. his voice low as a dare. “Tell me how much you hate me but make it real.” The words tangled. heart loud. the lie felt smaller than everything else. Your lips parted, words tangled with shallow breaths, your eyes flicking from his mouth to his eyes and back again. His nose brushed yours. His breath mingled with yours.
Just one tilt forward and he’d be kissing you.
Your eyes flickered, torn between defiance and something that felt dangerously like surrender. The door creaked.
“Alex, you…” a voice started, then froze in the doorway. You jerked back, or tried to, but Alex’s other hand was already at your waist, firm and unyielding, pulling you flush against him. Your palms pressed against his chest, shoving lightly, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he turned his head lazily, gaze sliding over your shoulder, locking on the intruder like he had all the time in the world.
Cole stood in the doorway eyebrow raised. Alex’s hand at your waist tightened just enough to remind you he was holding you there on purpose.
“Can I help you?” His voice was low. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t acknowledge you’re squirming. His attention was fixed entirely on Cole who had interrupted, his grip on you deliberate, possessive. You tried to twist free again, heat flooding your face, but his thumb stroked slow along your side, an unspoken stay still. And for one unbearable second, it felt less like an argument and more like a claim.
“Dinner’s ready.” Cole says unimpressed
Alex’s thumb stroked slow over your hip, possessive, before he finally spoke, voice rough but casual. “We’ll be down in a minute.”
Your head snapped toward him.
“We…?” But his grip tightened, cutting off your protest. He didn’t even glance at you, eyes locked on his sibling instead.
“Tell Mom we’re coming.” Cole hesitated, eyes flicking between them, and then left with a muttered,
“Mkay…”
As soon as the door shut, you shoved at Alex’s chest.
“You’re insane. I’m not staying.”
“Yes, you are.” He leaned down, murmuring the words into your ear, all grit and command.
“You started this fight in my room, sweetheart. You don’t walk out until I’m done with you.”
Your breath hitched, but his hand finally eased, letting you stumble back. He smirked when you instantly put space between them.
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."
His way of loving you wasn’t silent at all, if anyone looked at you two they’d be able to tell he was absolutely devoted to you.
The look in his eyes looked like he was lovesick puppy his actions weren’t any different than a puppy too.
His touch was soft and gentle too as if he was afraid of you shattering like glass.
He was utterly devoted to you nothing could separate him from you, he loved you with his whole being.
Nights with him were spent under the covers watching movies or shows together, or he’d cuddle you in bed softly speaking to you.
Every time you both had a date planned he’d wait for you patiently and even help with putting on your shoes liking that he could you help out with something even if it was small.
If you wore heels more often he wouldn’t mind carrying you around after your feet got tired he’d even encourage you to ask him.
If you have pets too he’d be nervous of them not liking him so he’d make sure to not bother them at all only when they wanted to play. (Spoiler: they ended up loving him)
Prior to you two dating he was the sweetest friend ever you mention something yeah he’s giving it to you the next day and if you even mentioned being uncomfortable or overwhelmed he’d help you out of the situation.
If you have a hyper fixation on a specific animal he’ll always buy things with the animal included like blankets, and decorations etc
He also makes sure whenever you mention not liking something like a certain foods he remembers and always plans dates where the food is to your preference and his.
Completely ignores other women’s advances typically when it’s obvious that you’re his girlfriend other times he’ll politely reject them and go to you if you’re there with him.
He’s only rough with you when you directly ask for it otherwise he feels like he’s hurting you and he makes sure you’re 100% certain.
He loves when you kiss him whether it’s on the lips, cheek, or anywhere else, he immediately melts into it.
Likes to hold your hand to ground himself sometimes it’ll be subtle not noticed by most people but to you.
He always knows when you get your period too at first you questioned it but then he told you he tracked it so he’d know when to buy you snacks.
hating on alex walter and saying "cole would never steal his gf on purpose" "he wouldn't have hooked up with paige if he knew they were tgt" any argument you had is immediately proven wrong at the end of season 1 and at the end of season 2. should alex have probably not gotten back w/ jackie, yeah, but also- SHE WAS HIS GIRLFRIEND???
like i'm sorry, but if i loved someone and they hurt me, but they came back and apologized, at 16, yeah, i'd probably get back with them. dumb? yes. but also, alex has been hurt before and he genuinely tries to see the good. for the "alex hates cole" argument- when your brother is a literal piece of shit...it's hard to see the good in that.
he treats women like shit (cole) and doesn't even want to change until he sees jackie, not gets to know her, no, he saw her as a piece of meat first.
alex is a NERD, jackie is a NERD, i'm so sick of the brother love triangle and the "bad boy" always winning. cole is AWFUL, alex isn't perfect but he also didn't try to steal his brother's gf and pursue her twice...
in the first season, cole knew they were together and still let the kiss happen in the barn. jackie kissed him first, but he kissed back and initiated a second one. I DO NOT SUPPORT JACKIE X ALEX, i think jackie is a shitty character too, but i think the person better for her IS alex.
however, i would love for her and cole to be together so alex can find someone loyal and deserving of him. his friend, i can't even remember her name tbh, sry, she took his words at face value when he was shitfaced. like no shit he's not going to think of his best friend in any kind of romantic way?? he's taken?? he has a gf?? why would you want a man who'd say anything less
KYLIE!
plus, kylie and that other guy kinda have that budding romance thing. i also think that if kylie had said that his words hurt her, he would IMMEDIATELY apologize and try to make it up to her. he is a KIND person, he tries to do his best, even if he fucks up sometimes
anyway. In season 2, at the end, cole knows that jackie and alex r tgt and he forces out a confession from jackie, yelling at her until she finally says that she likes him too and he's like "woe is me, choose me, wah wah wah" and alex is behind them like "well fuck me ig??"
like they are shittyyyyyy
i'd be so ashamed if cole was my kid lmao, like jackie run back to ny, we don't want you here sry, stay with ur hot uncle and stop entertaining two brothers??
the only super likeable person is cole's twin, i can't remember your name, sry pooks. also the girl who was in heartland, not really bc of her character but just cause shes in heartland lmao
pair: Isaac Garcia x reader
summery: y/n(she/her) finds Isaac drunk on the front porch
masterlist | navigation
❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿
You sighed as you unlocked the door to your house, the cool evening breeze brushing against your skin. It had been a long day, and all you wanted was to curl up on the couch and watch something mindless. Just as you were about to step inside, a soft, slurred voice reached your ears.
"Y/N?"
You turned around, surprised, and found none other than Isaac Garcia sitting on your front porch steps. He was slouched over, arms resting lazily on his knees, with his head drooping forward slightly. His eyes were half-lidded, and his usual cocky grin had been replaced by a sleepy, yet oddly sweet, smile.
"Isaac?" you asked, stepping closer. “What are you doing here?”
He looked up at you, blinking slowly like it took him a moment to focus. "I couldn’t find my key, so I thought… maybe I’d stay here for a bit.”
You knelt down next to him, immediately noticing the way he swayed slightly. The smell of alcohol hit you, but instead of the usual chaotic energy Isaac radiated, there was something soft about him tonight.
“You’ve been drinking,” you observed, not unkindly.
“Maybe a little…” He lifted his hand and brought his thumb and forefinger close together. “Or… a lot.”
You couldn't help but smile at how harmless he looked, sitting there all tipsy. Usually, Isaac was full of swagger, always teasing you or making jokes with that easy grin of his. But right now, he just seemed... soft. Vulnerable, even.
“Isaac, you shouldn’t be out here alone.” You sat down next to him, unsure if you should help him up or let him be for a moment. "It's late."
“Yeah, but I’m not alone.” He gave you a lopsided smile, and before you knew it, he was leaning his head on your shoulder. “I’m with you.”
Your heart did a little flip at his words. Isaac had always been kind of flirty in a lighthearted way, but this… this felt different. You swallowed, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours, the way his breath tickled your neck.
“Isaac…” you began, but he interrupted you, his voice soft and sleepy.
“You know something, Y/N?” His words were slower now, his tone quieter. “You’re really pretty. Like… really, really pretty.”
You blinked, completely caught off guard. Isaac was never shy about giving compliments, but this felt... sincere. Genuine.
“Thanks,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart was beating a little faster now.
He shifted, sitting up a little straighter, though his hand somehow found its way to yours. His fingers were warm as they gently intertwined with yours, and the small action made your breath catch in your throat. "I like you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not just as a friend. Like… really like you.”
You felt your cheeks heat up, unsure how to respond. Isaac Garcia liked you? You had always been close, sure, but you had never imagined he’d feel this way.
“I… I like you too, Isaac,” you admitted softly, squeezing his hand. His face lit up, the most genuine smile you’d ever seen from him spreading across his lips. “Really?” he asked, his tone filled with a surprising amount of vulnerability.
“Really,” you confirmed, smiling back at him.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you filled only with the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional car passing by. The stars twinkled above, casting a soft light on both of you.
Isaac, still holding your hand, leaned his head back on your shoulder. "Can we just stay like this? Just for a little while?"
You nodded, your heart swelling with affection for the boy sitting beside you. “Yeah, Isaac. We can stay like this.”
And so, you sat there together, on the front porch of your house, holding hands under the night sky. Isaac’s head rested on your shoulder, his breathing steady and peaceful. His earlier confession still lingered in the air.
As his grip on your hand tightened slightly, you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this was the start of something new. Something wonderful. And for now, just being close to him, under the stars, was enough.
It was simple. It was sweet. And in that moment, it was everything.
I fell so head over heels in love with your writing ^-^
I was wondering if I could request a headcanon on dating Isaac from My life with the walter boys?
Sending you lots of love ♡
~ 🧸
dating isaac garcia headcanons
a/n: omg not you making me blush 🤭❤️ thank you so much ❤️❤️ and ofc! I really enjoyed writing this since Isaac is so asfjlskjk 😍 I hope you enjoy!
words: 1.4k
summary: what it would be like to date isaac garcia
• as we all know, Isaac is a total ladies man and he has girls all over town crushing on him
• but he's not searching for anything serious with any of them
• if he were to really get into a relationship, his girlfriend would have to stand out
• he wouldn't want to date someone who blindly falls for him without really knowing him
• he wants that slow-burn enemies to lovers typa shit 😌
• me personally I think Isaac would go for an outsider girl who's kinda mysterious
• also probably someone who has a good sense of style and an interest in fashion
• he wants a girl who doesn't just simply agree with everything he says or does, he wants her to call him out on his bullshit, scold him if he's being an asshole etc!
• bc even tho he loves all the attention he gets from girls and he loves when they swoon over him, that stuff can get boring real quick and he just wants someone to be real with him!
• when you first meet, you don't think much of Isaac
• you are of the opinion that he's arrogant af and extremely entitled
• he's the popular guy and you're just chilling with your small friend group, away from all the high school drama
• it's only when you're paired as lab partners in chemistry and have to sit next to each other that you're forced to talk more (forced proximity y'all 😌😌)
• you bicker for a few weeks, exchanging snarky comments
you: "you really have no idea what the periodic table is? fucking stupid ass himbo"
Isaac: "oh so you're saying I'm good looking? can't even insult me properly huh?"
you: "oh stfu"
• it's only until both of you burst out laughing at some stupid video the teacher showed you in class
• and both of you are looking at each other like ????
• "I didn't know you had a good sense of humor too?"
• then both of you find yourself more often than not laughing at the same things
• you start making jokes to each other in classes, still bickering with each other but the bickering turning more into play fighting??
• also now you don't despise having to work together as lab partners anymore
• sometimes you also purposely sit next to each other in different classes just because it's more fun together
• yet both of you would never admit that
• lots of people from school are surprised about your new acquaintance with Isaac bc what is this popular guy doing with this outsider girl?
• but Isaac doesn't care about what other people think bc you're actually really chill and fun to be around
• one day, Isaac decides he's sick of conversing with his admirers and finds that your bickering with him is far more interesting and also more intellectually stimulating (yes 😂) than just having a bunch of girls stare at him with heart eyes swooning over him and just nodding at everything he's saying
• so at lunch he goes over to your friend group's table (actually just you and your two friend's table 😌) and asks if he can sit with you
• your two friends are like : 🤨🤨🤨him?
• but you're like: nah nah guys he's cool
• so you guys are just chilling together for lunch and he realizes what he's been missing out on!!
• he actually gets along with you and your friends so well bc y'all are also fashion mfs like him and not football ppl like his other friends lmao (tho he mostly hangs out with his cousins)
• after lunch he asks you if you want to hang out after school sometime and chill just the two of you, which surprises you but ofc you say yes
• on your first hangout you go to get matcha 🍵 and talk about art (I could imagine that also being one of Isaac's interests) and fashion, also like your fav brands and stuff and how both of you want to model/design/study fashion etc. in your future
• you also deep talk about his dad a lil and how Isaac mostly grew up at the Walter's house bc his dad is in the army
• your hangouts get more frequent and soon you realize it's more than friendship for both of you and that you actually are like in love with each other
• both of you used to always chat during class and laugh together which you still do but now it's just with a little bit of tension and awkwardness bc you're now crushing on each other
"hahaha...yeah that was um... really funny😅haha"
• and somehow Isaac can't flirt with you like he does with other girls bc with the other girls it was never genuine, he didn't really care about them but with you it's like...
• he really likes you and he doesn't wanna f it up
• I think he would get a lil more touchy tho as he realizes he likes u
• for example: you're out at the cinema watching an indie movie together and he puts an arm around you
• you're like: you've never done that before 🤨🤨🤨
• but then you have to hide your blush bc omg!! 😳 he just put his arm around you
• I feel like Isaac is a scaredy cat so he tells you he loves you over text 😭
• he doesn't even tell you he likes you first, bro just goes all out with the L word
• you've just woken up, it's like 6am on a Sunday and you see a text from Isaac from like an hour ago 💀💀
• "I think I'm in love with you lmao"
• and you immediately call him bc wtf???
• you ask him: "is this one of your jokes?" bc ain't no way are you gonna confess too only to be told it's a prank
• "no, no... it's true"
• "and you decided to tell me this over text?? literally wtf Isaac"
• then you're silent for a while and just say "I can't believe I'm about to say this on the phone but...I feel the same"
• then you meet up that same day and the second you meet you're literally laughing saying: "literally wtf Isaac"
• "sorry I, uh.. didn't know how else to say it..", he says awkwardly, looking away bc he's blushingg
• "well, it's fine because.. I love you too"
• Isaac literally perks up even though you've already said you feel the same, it's different hearing you say it in front of him
• then you guys have your first kiss which is literally life changing for Isaac because so far he's only ever kissed girls like for fun and not because he's fallen for them
• so this is a very new experience for Isaac
• you show up as a couple at school the next day and walk the hallways holding hands 🫱🏻🫲🏼
• everybody is confused and asks Isaac: "really? her?"
• he answers: "yeah, why? she's cool af?? and I'm literally in love with her??!!"
• so let's talk about your relationship
• you both match fits often and are basically the most stylish couple at school
• you also go thrifting together!
• you guys have a very strong emotional bond and talk about anything and everything literally
• you're his rock and his best friend, he tells you everything
• and by that I mean literally everything
• he also tells you about every prank he plans / has done and he also tells you about the putting bleach in Jackie's shampoo bottle prank
• which you immediately scold him for bc why is he putting that poor girl through this when she's literally still adjusting to the new life in the Walter's house after having to leave her home because her parents died?
• at school you go to Jackie to apologize for Isaac's behavior and offer to help with her hair, which she gladly accepts
• this leads to you and Jackie becoming best friends and to her joining your little friend group with your 2 friends
• (you guys are a better influence on her than Skylar and Grace)
• you also get invited to Walter family events, for example Will's wedding or Thanksgiving
• you can be a bit shy so you always cling to Isaac and Jackie whenever you're there
• But Katherine makes you warm up quickly with her good-hearted nature and you find yourself feeling comfortable in the Walter's home pretty soon
• you get along with Lee pretty well and you just fit in perfectly with the whole bunch
• your parents also love him bc he's literally your prince charming 💕
warnings: maybe slight swearing and just general fluff, unedited
AN: Hey guys sorry for going MIA for awhile I’ve really been struggling but I have quite a few requests lined up from when I was away so I think just for now I’m going to go through them but do them all as head cannons because I find it easier and I feel like I’m not being completely useless.
•This boy loves pda and genuinely just wants to show you off to everyone.
•Arm around your shoulders, waist, holding hands, interlocking hands and then kissing your knuckles.
•forehead and cheek kisses are his go to especially if your shy of introverted.
•Forces Cole to pick you up in the morning so you guys can arrive to school at the same time and spend more time together.
•Complains to you about Jackie when she comes and stays with them.
•Going to bomb fires with him on the beach and being a team in beer pong.
•when you go over to his house you cuddle on his bed or in the living room and watch a movie.
•If he’s playing video games with his brother or cousins you rest your head in his lap and scroll on your phone.
•you normally end up falling asleep and he just melts.
•loves that you feel same around him to fall asleep.
•yells at the others to shut up.
•makes one of them get a blanket so he can put it over you and make you more comfortable.
•When cuddling your head is normally on his chest or in the crook of his neck.
•If he’s laying on your chest or he’s between your legs with his back facing you, your running your fingers through his hair.
•If you get cold while at school or walking around town together he gives you his leather jacket.
•at one point you purposefully forget your jacket just to wear his because you love the smell of his cologne.
•he eventually catches on though and he finds it adorable
•so he buys you a copy of his leather jacket and sprays his cologne on it.
•this mf is Protective with a capital P.
•not in the way he doesn’t trust you but in the way he doesn’t trust other guys to keep their hands to themselves.
•I mean how can he blame them when you are looking absolutely STUNNING.
•for example when his cousins are fighting he stands in front of you so your not put in harms way.
•If he sees a guy getting to close to you he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulders/neck and says something along the lines of “getting a bit close there buddy”.
•gives so many death stares
•he would definitely get into a fight if a dude was making fun of you or hitting on you or touched you in away you didn’t like.
•this guy supports equal rights so he is also willing to fight girl if she is being mean.
•If you are at your locker he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you waist and kisses your neck.
•He just generally loves you and plans to spend the rest of his life with you
