#softswilly

[writingduhh]

ok so, say youre one of the tgc member’s sibling (preferably younger) right. ok so.. youve been messing around with isaac and nobody knows. but BOOM, said tgc member finds out (how? its up to u)

idk if u write smut but if u want to make it smut, go ahead. idrc. im js into the plot!

WAIT YES I LOVE THIS OMHHHHHH

I’m gunna go with Nick being the sibling (I feel like it’s more dramatic that way) and the reader in this is Fem! But feel free to change it! I hope you enjoy!!

Caught || IsaacWhy

You never meant to fall in love with Isaac.

He was supposed to be off-limits. All his friends were off limits. As were you. They were way too closely tangled up in your brother’s world.

But somehow, in between shared glances and late night conversations that bled into sunrise, the lines blurred. And then one night … One perfect, terrifying night — they disappeared completely.

Now it’s been months. Months of sneaking around. Of whispered phone calls, of slipping through back doors, of pretending nothing was happening when Nick was around. And yet… somehow through all the hassle and fear, it was worth it.

Because every time Isaac looked at you like you were the only thing he saw, you forgot to be scared. Every time he touched you like you were made of stardust and miracles, you forgot the rules. The risks. The consequences.

Like now.

You were curled up on the couch at his place, the one he barely let anyone into. But somehow gave to you like a second home. The curtains were drawn. The world outside didn’t exist.

You were in his lap again, his hands tracing soft patterns over your back, your lips brushing his between lazy, melting kisses.

“Mm,” he murmured, smiling against your mouth. “You’re gonna kill me one day.”

You laughed softly. “Why?”

“Because every time you kiss me like that, I forget we’re lying to everyone we care about.”

The words hung heavy in the air.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you leaned your forehead against his, fingers brushing through the curls at the nape of his neck.

“I hate hiding it,” you whispered. “I hate lying to Nick.”

“I know,” he said, pulling you closer. “I do too.

“But I love you more.” The words came out before you could second-guess them.

Isaac froze. Just for a moment and then kissed you, not urgently, but slowly. Deeply. Like the words had been stuck in his throat too.

“I love you too,” he breathed. “So much it scares the hell out of me.”

You smiled into the next kiss, your heart full and aching all at once. “We’ll tell him. Soon. I promise.”

He nodded. “Just… not today.”

“Not today,” you agreed, and kissed him again.

This time it wasn’t slow. It deepened quickly, hunger pushing aside hesitation. Isaac’s hands tightened on your waist, and yours slid under his hoodie, fingertips skating over the warmth of his skin.

“God,” he groaned, lips trailing down to your neck, “how the hell did I get so lucky?”

You grinned, breath catching. “I ask myself that every time you look at me like that.”

“I could stay like this forever. “You,” he murmured between kisses, “drive me absolutely crazy.”

You smiled against his lips, hands tugging at the hem of his hoodie. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He chuckled, low and warm. “It’s not. It’s so not.”

You ended up on the couch, your legs straddling his lap, your fingers knotted in his curls as his hands settled on your hips like he’d done it a thousand times,

And with that, he kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, his hands sliding up under your shirt, his touch warm and reverent. Your bodies moved in sync, heat building in the softest, sweetest way. His lips were on your neck again, teeth just grazing skin.

“I’m obsessed with you,” he mumbled, voice thick with want. “Like embarrassingly.

You laughed breathless right as he nipped playfully at your shoulder.

“I’m serious,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at you. “I don’t care if we have to fight the everyone. I’m not hiding this anymore.”

You smiled, ready to kiss him again—

The door opened.

“Yo, I forgot my—”

Nick.

Time stopped.

You didn’t even have time to move before Isaac reacted instinctively stepping in front of you, shielding you with his body like his first thought was protect you.

Too late.

Nick was frozen in the doorway, keys in one hand, face slack with disbelief.

The silence stretched like glass about to shatter.

And then it did.

Nick’s voice was low. Dangerous. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Nick—”

“No. Don’t ‘Nick’ me,” he snapped, stepping inside and slamming the door. “What the hell is this?!”

Isaac stayed where he was, blocking you from view, but his voice was calm and steady. “Let me explain.”

Nick’s jaw clenched. “Explain? Explain?!” His eyes flicked to you, then back to Isaac with a sharpness that stung. “You knew. You knew siblings were off-limits. We talked about this. You knew.”

“It’s not like that—” Isaac started.

“No?” Nick stepped closer, furious. “Then what’s it like, huh? Sneaking around behind my back? Making out with my sister on my couch?”

Isaac’s hands flexed at his sides. “I didn’t plan this. I didn’t want to lie. But I love her. And I wouldn’t hurt her.”

Nick’s face twisted. “That’s exactly why we made that rule. Because people say that and then they screw it up. And you—you’re my best friend. You think I wanna watch you ruin the person I care about most?”

“I’d never ruin her,” Isaac said, voice low and intense now. “I’m not some mistake or rebound. I’ve loved y/n since before I even admitted it to myself. And I’d never do anything to hurt her.”

Nick turned to you. “Is this what you want? Really? You trust him with your heart?”

You swallowed hard, voice soft but firm. “I already gave it to him.”

Nick exhaled like he’d been punched in the gut.

“This is why I didn’t want this to happen,” he muttered, backing away, pacing now. “Because now I have to choose between being mad at you and losing both of you.”

“You don’t have to choose,” you said, stepping beside Isaac, no longer hiding. “You just have to believe that he loves me like you do.”

Nick was quiet. Just breathing hard.

Isaac spoke gently now. “I know you’re angry. I’d be too. But I swear to you, Nick — this isn’t just something I’m playing at. I’m in this. All the way. I love her. And I want you in our lives — not cut out of it.”

Nick looked at the both of you.

After a long (and honestly awkward) but genuine conversation — with real questions, a few jabs, and Nick demanding “no graphic details, please” — things were… better.

And for the first time, you didn’t have to hide.

So when the group got together that night, Nick stood beside you both, arms crossed, the unofficial spokesperson for this now “revealed” secret.

[writingduhh]

I saw an old clip of TGC and Nick said, "the thought of having a daughter warms my heart" And all I can think about how he would be such a good girl dad😭 he would totally spoil her and ARDHASDF girldadNick X fem reader PLSUH

I KNOW THE EXACT CLIP YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT OMG SO DAMN SWEET!!!

Girl Dad || Softwilly (Nick)

▷ The moment she’s born, it’s over for him. He holds her for the first time and immediately whispers, “I’d do anything for you.” And he means it. Diaper duty? Midnight bottle runs? Letting her drool all over his favorite hoodie? Done. No complaints.

▷ He’s obsessed with seeing you as a mom. Genuinely obsessed. He watches you play with her or sing her lullabies and gets this look like he can’t believe he got so lucky. Sometimes he just stares, all starry-eyed, and when you catch him, he shrugs and says, “Sorry, you’re just kind of everything.”

▷ If she wants to wear a princess dress to the grocery store, he’s putting on a tiara too. No hesitation. He’ll rock glitter, bows, and fairy wings whatever she wants .

▷ Has like 27 nicknames for her “bug,” “peanut,” “princess chaos,” “my little monster”

▷ Every time your daughter does something sweet or clever or a little chaotic, Nick just looks at you with so much love in his eyes and says, “She got that from you.” And you swear he falls a little more in love every time.

▷ He’s protective but never controlling. If she’s upset, he listens. If someone breaks her heart, he doesn’t get mad. He sits with her, holds her hand, and tells her she’s worthy of someone who really sees her.

▷ He has a box (okay, maybe like…three) of every doodle, macaroni necklace, and handmade card she’s ever given him. And yeah, some of them live in his office, proudly framed like art museum pieces.

▷ Definitely calls you mama

“Hey, Mama, where’s her other shoe?”

“Thanks, Mama, you’re a lifesaver.”

And every time he does it with that little grin and soft voice, it makes your stomach do a thing.

▷ Tries so hard to be the cool dad when she hits that tween/teen phase. Learns the slang, lets her paint his nails, buys her concert tickets and swears he “totally knows who that band is.”

▷ Every night, Nick not only tucks her in, but also each of her 5 million stuffed animals. He gives them all tiny “goodnight kisses” and if he forgets even one, she calls him out

▷ She loves to color over his tattoos with washable markers. He lets her turn his arms into complete rainbow scribbles and then proudly shows you like, “Look what she did. Better than any artist I’ve ever paid.”

▷ He barely takes selfies, but scroll through his phone? It’s endless photos of you and your daughter, some candid, some silly, some where he’s clearly zoomed in on the way you’re smiling at her like she hung the moon.

▷ She climbs him like a tree, and he lets her. Sits on his shoulders, uses him as a bridge between couch cushions, bounces on his back while he pretends to snore on the floor

Here’s a little blurb I thought of while writing these! (I got carried away)

It starts one morning when your daughter runs up to Nick, holding a tiny plastic brush and a sparkly hair tie, and asks, “Daddy, can you do my hair like Mommy does?”

Nick’s eyes go wide. Full panic. He looks at you like you just handed him a live grenade.

But he kneels down, smiles at her, and says, “Of course I can, baby.” Then he immediately Googles “how to do a toddler ponytail” like his life depends on it.

That night, after she’s in bed, he turns to you with his serious face on and says,

“Okay. I need a volunteer. Preferably one with beautiful hair and unlimited patience.”

You laugh, but sit cross-legged on the floor in front of him while he pulls out your brush and a little bin of her hair ties. He’s so gentle it’s almost funny. Like he’s scared of hurting you. He brushes your hair slowly, carefully, muttering to himself like he’s taking notes.

“Start at the ends, not the roots. Don’t yank. Okay, got it.”

He tries a ponytail. It’s crooked. You pretend not to notice.

He tries a braid next. Fumbles with the strands. You can feel him concentrating, his fingers moving carefully, his brow furrowed, tongue poking out just a little.

You peek over your shoulder and ask, “What are you even doing back there?”

He grins and kisses your cheek. “Don’t distract the artist.”

By the time he’s done, your hair looks… okay. Kinda lopsided, maybe a little loose. But when you look in the mirror and smile, he looks so proud.

The next morning, he nails it. He gets your daughter’s hair into the cutest little braid, a bit messy, but secure. She twirls around and says, “Look! Daddy did it!”

Nick beams. You swear his whole heart is in his eyes when he says, “I practiced on Mommy. She’s the best helper.”

[writingduhh]

seeing all the shit w/ isaac makes me so sad im so disappointed and i got sick on top 😭😭 idk what’s going to happen now, i wonder if there’s even gonna be a podcast ep this week even if there is i feel like he (probably tanner too) won’t be there. i feel like they’re gonna lightly touch on it but not go into depth but who knows ☹️

Dude me too. Also I’m so sorry you’re sick! You’re 1000% on the podcast bit. IMO they need to speak up more. I can give Willy credit that he always steps up and takes accountability. They need to hire a PR person to

MY THOUGHTS ON TGC DRAMA

Here’s my little rant plz read if you’d like. I need people to talk to about this. Also I have some opinions. (Found flori’s pinterest as well before all of this)

First, im honestly so bummed about the stuff coming out about Grant. It’s wild because I actually liked him! I would’ve loved to see him in the group honestly. But he’s an abusive manipulative pig. There’s no defending that. It’s just a massive L for him as a person.

As for Isaac. He most likely didn’t know about grant being an abuser Imo. Especially if he tried to help the girl out. Which brings me to my next point.

With the Isaac situation, I’m like... okay, technically it’s fair game if she’s moved out and left Grant. BUT she’s obviously going through it and needs space to heal, not a new guy. Can we just let her breathe for a second? Someone fresh out of an abusive relationship is not someone you should rush to date. It’s not fair to both parties. And is just totally not ethical IMO.

With Tanner he’s 100% innocent. He did nothing wrong. It was his ex gf that went crazy. That’s all on her. Flori is a freak and always has been if you look into her past. 6 months ago on Pinterest I saw an alleged “leak” of Isaac’s face taken at a party at their house. Now with the proof we have it was definitely him. The account the posted it also posted pics of flori, Tanner, Larry, and the whole gang. These weren’t reuploads of old posted stuff… I reported the post and the whole account a while back. Also , Tanner just started coming out of his shell again and streaming and now this.

Also if I can admit something I’ve been thinking for a long time, HEAR ME OUT

I feel like the guys have a misunderstanding of what “parasocial” is. Do NOT get me wrong there are some freaks out there who NEED help and need to stop. I see some damn nasty stuff about them. But here’s the thing,I wouldn’t consider normal fanfiction parasocial IMO. It definitely depends on the type of FF being written of course but just in general..

Fanfic is art. It isn’t access. It’s not demanding access to them. It is literally fiction

I’m super bummed out by this whole thing. They’ve been falling out for a while. Everytime they get back up they remind me yet again that they’re men…. If that makes sense ?