#isaacwhy fluff

you let out a small sigh as you stepped out of your Uber, thanking the driver as you grabbed your bags from the trunk. as you walked up the driveway to the house your heart skipped a beat. it'd been eight days since you'd seen your boyfriend, Isaac. you and your friends had gone on a trip together just to get away- although your mind had stayed here at home for half of it.

you did your best to open the door as quietly as possible, hoping to surprise Isaac. the low hum of the TV in the living room met your ears as you tiptoed into the house. Isaac was watching something and absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. the opposite arm was stretched across the back of the couch. you paused and took a moment to look at him; it had only been eight days but you missed him so much, and now that he was in front of you it took all your power to not jump on him. somehow you managed to creep into the kitchen to be behind him. stifling a giggle, you lunged forward to cover his eyes. he jumped with a gasp, instinctively grabbing for your wrists. "what the f- baby?" he asked, whirling around to face you. "surprise," you smiled.

but you squealed when Isaac grabbed you by the waist, pulling you over the back of the couch. "Isaac!" you yelled through a laugh. he situated you on his lap, burying his face in your neck. "how'd you sneak up on me, huh?" he hummed into your skin. you shrugged, playing with the curls at the back of his neck. "dunno. maybe I'm just sneakier than you are." he snorted a laugh, finally pulling back to look at you. you mirrored eachother's expressions as wide grins broke out on your faces. "hi baby." "hi Isaac." "I missed you," he said, pouting. "I missed you so much more. the girls almost kicked me out of the house because I kept talking about you." Isaac laughed, the laugh that put butterflies in your stomach. "yeah the boys haven't been around me much, probably for the same reason." he leaned up to press his lips to yours, making you sigh and melt into him.

"'m glad you had fun," he hummed, "but don't ever leave me again." you giggled, letting out a loud laugh as he dug his fingers into your sides playfully. "okay okay I won't. I don't think it'd be healthy, I hardly slept without you beside me." he rolled his head back with a small groan, "tell me about it. I'm exhausted." you raised an eyebrow at his whining but pulled on his arm gently. "hold me," you muttered. "missed your big stupid arms around me." Isaac laughed again but moved to be laying down, pulling you down with him. his arms slowly wrapped around your waist, legs tangling with yours as he sighed. you had meant it, you didn't sleep well the whole trip, and the warmth of Isaac's chest behind you pressed all the exhaustion back into your brain. "I'm happy you're home baby," Isaac whispered, placing a gentle kiss into your hair, and you hummed a response as your eyes slipped closed.

Isaac could see it in your eyes. the way they didn't light up when you saw him anymore, the color just a bit duller. the way your shoulders slumped just slightly as you walked. your sighs becoming longer, less playful and more tired. nothing in his career seemed to be going right; roadblocks and complications, always another phone call to make or idea to scrap. he didn't mean to let it effect your relationship. but inevitably it had, his stress and frustration bleeding over into the most precious parts of his heart.

the way he spoke to you; never yelling or swearing, just very clipped and short, no longer the long conversations he used to love. less energy and no desire to take you out anymore. not because he didn't love you, he was just too wiped by the time he actually forced himself away from his computer. then came the excuses, how going out with the Group was for work and not for fun. months passed with not even a Starbucks outing with your boyfriend.

you loved him, you always would, but mentally and emotionally you had been checked out for awhile. going through the motions. growing accustomed to a cold empty bed and no "baby I miss you" texts. changing your perfume or wearing a sundress he used to love, only to be met with a half interested kiss and a distant smile. the only time you heard his laugh anymore was when they were all in a call for a new video. many nights you'd cried yourself to sleep with his videos playing on your shared TV, desperately wanting your boyfriend back. the man you'd fallen in love with, always so attentive and caring, taking you out and listening to you to hear you, not to appease you until you left him alone. regardless of his intentions it felt malicious and it killed you more and more everyday.

Isaac was the one to make the choice. it killed him, but he'd come to the realization late one night while editing. he'd chosen one of your favorite clips of him for another "Discord VC's at 4 a.m." video, and it all hit him like a truck. he couldn't remember the last time he'd held you to fall asleep. you lived in the same house and yet your scent was fading from around him. his lockscreen was empty, no texts or even a Tiktok from you. he took an extra long shower that night, just staring at the wall until the water falling over his shoulders turned cold. something in you knew it was coming. your stomach dropping the moment he decided in the next room to end your relationship. when he stepped out of the bathroom the breah was knocked from him at seeing your wide eyes already staring back at him, wet with tears and exhaustion.

it was a simple conversation. you accepted his words with a few nods, still flinching a bit when he said it. by the end of the week your things were gone and you'd moved back into your apartment. it hurt, of course it did, but you had been so checked out for so long that coping was easier than you'd expected. within a few months you were back to your life before you met him; going out with your friends, studying, even getting a job at the little cafe down the street. Isaac caught wind of where you were working and debated on stopping by, but ultimately always turned the car around and went home. what could he say? what could he do? he didn't take it well, and he couldn't let you see that because this was all his fault. ironically he worked less than ever after you left because his brain was too focused on your absence- finally acknowledging his mistakes.

then a few months later you got a new boyfriend. your first post of him almost made Isaac sick; you were happy. like when he first met you. eyes bright as you smiled up at the guy, his hand resting around your waist. it was like a thousand icicles being shoved through Isaac's heart at once- but a part of him didn't mind. a part of him was elated at finally seeing that smile on your face again. even if he weren't the reason anymore, imagining the sound of your laughter warmed his heart.

was he losing sleep because you weren't laying on his chest? yeah. did he secretly keep one of your sweatshirts when you left? maybe, only because it was the last one you'd worn, so your perfume lingered on the fabric. had he spent these six months imagining how he'd show up and win you back? absolutely. he dreamed of having you back, talking to you and waking up in cold sweats, desperately clinging onto the sound of your voice. knowing you had moved on killed him more everyday, but it was worth it, if you were happy again.

until one day, when he was going through his closet and noticed one of his own hoodies was missing. he didn't think anything of it. just assumed one of the boys had taken it. until his phone dinged with a notification, telling him you'd made a new post- and his heart stopped at seeing you in that hoodie staring back at him.

Isaacwhy is a man that yearns, so here are my thoughts on that. :)

• absolutely puts on malcolm todd, frank ocean, or brent faiyaz and stares at the ceiling trying to imagine how it'd feel if you were laying on his chest

• yearns, do you hear me? Mr. Darcy levels of it, he'll ruffle your hair to piss you off and then stare at his hand in the bathroom because he's genuinely considering not washing it after touching you

• he'll watch you interact with the other boys and feel an ache deep in his chest because he wishes you were smiling at him and laughing at him and listening to him

• when you do talk to him, he watches you like a man born deaf just given the ability to hear. leaning in, eyes fixed on your lips and memorizing the way they move around your words, eyes wide and perking up when you giggle

• occasionally has to hold his breath when you walk by him because your perfume and laundry detergent and the other smell that's so you he can't place it makes him dizzy and he physically has to fight the urge to grab you up and inhale as much of it as he can

• when you're texting he keeps his phone in his hand for hours, scrolling through your conversations over and over as he waits for your next reply, typing one up and hitting send not even ten seconds after you

• back to the first point, will tell the boys not to bother him while he edits (which is a little odd bc has hasn't recorded in a few days but they agree) and will put on a playlist he has made just for you to stalk your socials and imagine a life with you

• how he'd ask you to be his, the dates he'd take you on, the ways he'd take care of you and provide for you, the desire making him so dizzy he drops his head into his hands with a groan as he tries not to feel like a psychopath

• he wants you in the deepest sense of the word, mostly in the affectionate and devoted ways, but he has shamefully had to step away to splash cold water on his face or put on looser joggers when you've shown up wearing a certain top or particular pair of shorts (he's not a creep, he's a guy!! you're extremely attractive, who wouldn't get turned on looking at you?)

• on movie nights with the guys you've fallen asleep leaning against him more than once and let me tell you, you'd think he were guarding a weapon of mass destruction. stays so still he barely breathes, shooting daggers at any of the Group if they laugh or talk too loudly, kicking Tanner until he movesto the floor because he's fidgeting too much

• totally accidentally wraps both his arms around you, giving in and pulling you to be on him chest, nearly exploding and melting as you nuzzle closer to him in your sleep

• walks around on a high for weeks just remembering the way he could feel your heartbeat against his chest, your soft breaths fanning across his collarbones, the overwhelming sense of protection he felt as he held you. dreams of that day more than once and can barely think straight when he wakes up

• overall, he's just very normal about you and his desire to have you and make you his and take care of you. :)

Isaac, who stood at the Gamersupps booth beside Tanner and Larry while the buzz of the convention sounded around them. he was happily bantering with viewers as they came up, recommending them different flavors. until someone caught his eye- you. you were standing a few feet away from the booth, talking with one of your friends and pointing at a giant Appa plushy. his hands got a bit clammy and he cleared his throat.

and maybe soon after Tanner notices his wandering eyes and antsy movements. and he follows Isaac's gaze and lets out a short laugh when he sees you. "why don't you just go over there?" and Isaac is looking at him like he just spoke another language, almost offended to be asked such a thing. "are you insane? I'm not going over there, you go over there." and Tanner shrugs, muttering something about how he'd probably have more success anyway. and Isaac's rolling his eyes but his heart sinks a bit when he glances back to find you gone.

"'scuse me, can you help me with something?"

and that is when Isaac's world stopped turning for just a brief moment. he looks down at you, blinking a few times in shock. you're looking right back up at him with bright, wide eyes, tilting your head a bit when he doesn't respond. "sorry to bother you, I just.. I'm kinda torn between two flavors and I dunno which one is better," you laugh nervously. you're met with more silence until Tanner firmly shoves his elbow into Isaac's ribs, making the taller boy sputter a cough. "uh, yeah yeah for sure. I'd say go with the second one. it's way better, leaves less of an aftertaste or. whatever." you bite the inside of your lip against a smile, slowly catching on to what's happening. "d'you need anything else or? we got t shirts and stuff, some shaker cups too," Isaac rambles, afraid you'll slip away again. you ponder for a moment. "ehh sure why not. can I get the shirt you're wearing?"

Tanner bursts into a fit of giggles as Isaac coughs loudly again. you join him, the laugher too contagious to ignore but also to ease your own nerves. after all, you had just met the guy, and you had no idea what he looked like, save for his stature and curly hair that was pulled back underneath his hat. Isaac composes himself and smirks a bit beneath his mask. "wow, not even dinner first? we just met and you're already trying to get me shirtless?" it's your turn to flush, ducking your head a bit. "is that you asking me out?" you muttered. "is that you saying yes?" Isaac replies.

and safe to say, the two of you spent the whole rest of the convention weekend texting and hanging out, and Isaac slowly began imagining how he'd fit you into his busy life.