it's a match! ā isaacwhy
pairing: isaacwhy x readerĀ summary: after breaking up with your ex, you're ready to get out there with the help of a dating app & match with an online content creator. genre: fluff
You sit cross-legged on the couch with a glass of cheap red wine balanced in your hand, clicking through shows and movies on the TV.
Your roommate left an hour ago, high heels clicking down the hallway while she checked her reflection in her phone camera. She smiled at you from the doorway.
āDonāt wait up,ā she said. āAnd try not to spiral tonight.ā
You laughed then, and you waved her off dramatically while she disappeared down the hallway.Ā
The breakup happened three weeks ago. Long enough that everyone assumes you are fine. Long enough that you should be fine.
The TV plays some random Netflix reality show youāre not actually watching. The light from the screen reflects across the glass coffee table, and the empty side of the couch where your ex used to sit when he stayed over feels huge without him on it.Ā
Your ex still appears in your life in small ways. A song that plays at the grocery store that reminds you of your playlist with him. Sweatshirts and pants you keep meaning to throw out. The extra toothbrush thatās still there in the cup next to yours.Ā
You take another slow sip of wine and stare at your phone.
Everyone says the solution is getting back out there. Dating apps. Meeting new people.
Your thumb hovers for a second before opening the app store. The āGetā button next to the Tinder app glows bright on the screen while you swirl the wine in your glass.
An embarrassingly long time later, your profile exists. You spent too long to even acknowledge on choosing the right pictures, writing the right answers to prompts. But by the end, youāre pleased with the way your Tinder persona looks.Ā
You take another sip and start swiping.
A guy whose all five photos are him holding different fish.
Left.
A guy with only group photos.Ā
Left.
A guy whose bio says āLooking for some short term fun ;)ā
You laugh and swipe left again. Itās fun, the way you can judge these men and get a laugh or two out of it.Ā
Youāre halfway through your second glass of wine when a profile appears that makes you pause.
His name reads Isaac, 25.
The first picture shows him standing outside somewhere sunny. Tall frame, broad shoulders filling out a black T-shirt, brown hair falling over his forehead. His smile looks relaxed, the big and wide kind that reaches his eyes. He's cute.
You tap. The second photo is him with a white wife beater, a black face mask and black sunglasses on. You raise a brow at the fact that heās faceless in this one, but you assume itās probably a photo from the Covid days. You donāt think too hard as you look at how his arms are huge as he crosses them. Huge.Ā
The third, lord, the third photo is a mirror selfie of just his body at the gym. Your jaw drops a bit at the sight.
You keep tapping through his photos, seeing images of him with friends and a cute photo with him and a silly looking cat. Heās handsome, strong, and tall. Heās everything you want.
You scroll to his bio.
6'3.Ā
white claw surge connoisseurĀ
my mom calls me handsomeĀ
You snort into your wine. The concept of a guy who looks like this loving a White Claw surge? Youāre intrigued.Ā
Swipe right.
The screen flashes. Itās a match!
Your stomach flips. You stare at the chat screen for a second, wondering if you should message first.
Your fingers move before you can overthink it.
You: what are your mom's professional credentials for proving that you're handsome?
Three minutes pass before the typing bubble appears.
Isaac: sheās known me my whole life so i trust her opinion
You smile.
You: this sounds extremely biased
Isaac: wow, attacking my mother already?
You: im just questioning her objectivity
Isaac: she will be absolutely devastated
You lean back against the couch cushion while typing your reply.
You: so how many white claw surges does it take to become a connoisseur
Isaac: enough that the cashier at the gas station recognizes you
You: admirable dedication
Isaac: thank you, i work hard
A few seconds pass as you think of ways to keep the conversation going.
Isaac: what are you doing tonight
You scoff and narrow your eyes. Can't have anything, you think as you pray he's not just some guy looking for quick action. The minute he tries anything with you, youāll unmatch immediately. You reply anyways, hoping heāll prove you wrong.Ā
You: drinking wine and pretending that im having a productive sunday night
Isaac: sounds classy if i do say so myself
You: agreed
You: my roommate went on a date so im stuck here alone
Isaac: tragic situation
You: what about you?Ā
The typing bubble appears again.
Isaac: editing a video and avoiding responsibilities
You: ooo what kind of video?
Isaac: dumb internet content
You: that feels like a very vague descriptionā¦ do you do OF bychance
You giggle at your own joke, though he does look like heād do very well on that platform.Ā
Isaac: haha no not that low on funds just yet, maybe later down the line
Isaac: i make videos on youtube and people watch them somehow
You tilt your head while reading the message.
You: like an influencer? almost?
A moment passes before his reply appears.
Isaac: kind of?
You: mysterious
Isaac: i prefer the word enigmatic
You laugh while continuing the conversation.
You: well i work a very boring corporate job so your life already sounds more interesting than mine
Isaac: what do you do?
You: corporate analyst which means i stare at spreadsheets and attend meetings that definitely could have been emails
Isaac: that sounds painful
You: it funds my wine habit
The conversation keeps going.
You talk about moving to Texas and how youāre not used to how the heat refuses to leave even when summer ends. He relates to you as he tells you about living in Pennsylvania and spending most of his time indoors recording videos with friends before moving south.
You spend the rest of the night chatting with people on Tinder. Out of the handful of matches, though, speaking with Isaac is your favorite. Heās funny, knows how to keep the conversation alive, and seems actually interested in getting to know you.Ā
Isaac: i like talking to you :)
You stare at the message for a moment before replying.
You: thanks, i like talkin to you too :)
Isaac: we should keep talking, wanna give me your number?
You: i would like that very much
And so, you give him your number. You wait anxiously for him to text. Your phone buzzes.
He sent a selfie from his desk where he wears a headset slightly crooked on his head while messy brown hair falls into his eyes.
Your heart does a strange little flip when you see it.
You: what happened toā¦ hello? how are you?
Isaac: hi how are you
You: bruh
Isaac: bruh
Isaac: look at us using real phone numbers now
You: yeah, youāre stuck with me now basically
Isaac: sounds good with me
You keep chatting, but as your fingers tap quickly across your phone screen, you let out a big yawn. You realize youāve been texting for hours with Isaac.
You: itās getting late, but talk to you tomorrow?
Isaac: of course! good night, sweet dreams :)
You smiled softly before you hearted the message and put down the phone.
The next morning, you wake up expecting the conversation to fade the way most dating app matches do. Instead, your phone buzzes while youāre making coffee.
Isaac: good morning corporate employee
You laugh while typing back. The conversation continues through the day.
Messages appear during your lunch break. They appear during long meetings when you discreetly glance down at your phone under the conference table.
Your roommate notices immediately.
One evening, she walks into the living room while you sit on the couch staring down at your phone with an obvious smile spreading across your face.
She drops her purse on the table.
āYou have been glued to that phone for days,ā she says suspiciously.
You look up like a kid getting caught stealing cookies from the jar. āIt is not that serious,ā you reply.
āWho is it?ā
āIt is just a guy.ā
Her eyes widen as she drops onto the couch beside you.
āA guy,ā she repeats dramatically. āShow. Now.ā
You pull up Isaacās profile before quickly pulling the phone back. She studies the photos for a second before grinning.
āHe is hot.ā
āStop.ā You whine, but the heat rising to your cheeks gives it all away.Ā
āYou're smiling at your phone like a middle schooler.ā
Right on cue, your phone buzzes again.
Her grin grows wider.
āOh my god, you like him.ā She teases you, getting back up from the couch.Ā
āShut up.ā You throw a couch cushion at her as she tries to avoid it. You grin to yourself though, knowing that she was onto something.Ā
Later that night, you lie in bed scrolling through your messages with Isaac.
You hesitate before typing.
You: random question
His reply comes almost instantly.
Isaac: those are dangerous
You roll your eyes.
You: would you want to call?Ā
A few minutes pass. You feel a little stupid for asking. Maybe it was too soon?
But then, your phone rings. Your heart jumps as you answer.
āHello?ā
His voice fills your ear and you immediately sit up slightly in bed. His voice sounds warm and relaxed with a hint of amusement woven through it.
āHi.ā You smile into the darkness of your room. āYou sound exactly how I imagined.ā
āOh yeah?ā
āYeah.ā
You pull your blanket closer around your shoulders.
āWhat did you imagine?ā he asks.
āI donāt know,ā you blush, knowing you donāt know how to really explain it without sounding weird.Ā
The conversation flows easily from there, as always.Ā
You talk about your boring office job and the endless spreadsheets that fill your weekdays. He tells you stories about recording videos with friends and staying up late editing.
You laugh at his chaotic stories about failed recordings and ridiculous moments that end up in videos.
Eventually you glance at the clock beside your bed.
12:23 AM.
āYou should probably sleep,ā he says.
āYou first.ā
āThat would be difficult.ā
āWhy?ā
āBecause, I really enjoy talking to you.ā
Your face grows warm as you sink deeper into your pillow.
āYou're smooth.ā
āI try.ā
The conversation slows down as the night stretches longer. Your voice grows heavier as sleep creeps in while his voice continues drifting through the phone speaker.
Eventually, the pauses between sentences grow longer. At some point, you just hear him say random words, not hearing the whole sentences.Ā
āAre you still awake?ā he asks quietly.
Your soft snores answer his question for him.
On the other end of the call, Isaac lets out a small laugh.
āYeahā¦ that answers that,ā he murmurs.
He lowers his phone onto his desk but doesnāt hang up. Your breathing continues through the speaker, soft and uneven, acting as background noise for him. He leans back in his chair for a moment, listening to it.
Somewhere in the same exact state as him, youāre curled up under your blankets with your phone resting beside your pillow, completely unaware that a stranger you met on a dating app is smiling like an idiot at his computer screen.
Isaac glances at the mess of an editing timeline on his monitor. The video still needs a few cuts and captions before it is finished, so he drags the clip bar back and presses play. The room fills with the sound of chaotic voices from the recording while he works.
Every once in a while, he glances down at his phone.
He hears you shift slightly in your sleep. The blanket rustles and your breathing changes for a moment before settling again.
āCorporate employee knocked the fuck out,ā he mutters under his breath.
An hour passes while he edits. Maybe two. The call timer continues counting upward in the corner of his screen.
Eventually, he finishes the video and leans back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. His room is dim now except for the glow of the monitors. Outside his window, the sky is dark with only the stars illuminating bright.
Your breathing still drifts through the speaker.
He picks up the phone again.
āHey,ā he whispers, knowing you cannot hear him. āYouāre gonna wake up tomorrow and be very confused about why we were on the phone for five hours.ā
You shift again in your sleep, mumbling something completely unintelligible.
He laughs. āYeah, that too.ā
Isaac hesitates for a moment before lowering his voice, soft and tender.
āGoodnight. Sweet dreams.ā
He finally ends the call and places the phone on his desk before shutting off his monitor. He heads to bed himself.Ā
A few miles away, you remain fast asleep with your phone still beside your pillow.
Morning sunlight slips through the blinds and lands across your face. You groan softly and bury your head deeper into the pillow before reaching for your phone out of habit.
Your screen lights up. Recognizing your face, your phone opens to the phone app. Seeing the call log makes your eyes widen.
Call duration: 5 hours 48 minutes.
You sit up in bed, hair messy and blanket falling into your lap as you stare at the screen.
āFive hours?ā you whisper. āFive fucking hours?!?āĀ
You open your chat with Isaac, contemplating what the hell to even say. āSorry, I fell asleep on the phone with you,ā āSorry, that was really intimate,ā āSorry, your voice is so soothing and calms me down, I literally passed out.ā You groan as you run your hands across your face.Ā
Your phone buzzes again almost immediately. A new message appears. Itās like he can read your mind.
Isaac: good morning overworked corporate employee
You laugh, rubbing sleep from your eyes.
You: did we really fall asleep on the phone
Three dots appear instantly.
Isaac: yes
Isaac: you also started snoring
You gasp.
You: i do NOT snore
Isaac: i have evidence
You groan and flop backward onto your pillow, pressing your phone against your forehead.
You: this is so embarrassing
Isaac: dont worry it was cute
Your heart does that strange little flip again. You stare at the message for a moment before typing back.
You: youāre lucky i like talking to you
His reply appears almost immediately.
Isaac: good
Isaac: because, like i said before, i like talking to you too
You sit there for a second, sunlight filling the room while the city slowly wakes around you.
Three weeks ago, you felt like your world had shrunk after the breakup. Now, youāre smiling at your phone before you have even gotten out of bed.
You: hey, you free this week?
Isaac: anything for you
HELLOOOO ISAACWHY LOVER IS BACKKKK sorry for the kind of abrupt ending? i didnt want to do a repeat of a first date AU (since i already have one... here... check it out... :P) but omg i missed writing for isaac... he's everything hope you enjoyed!
