Can you do an Isaac why x reader but the reader is one of the gc members and lives with all the guys, her and Isaac become friends with benefits and start sneaking around maybe they get caught maybe they don’t. I’ll leave it up to you how they first start hooking up, thank you! Have fun with it 💜
Ooooo wait I love this!! I ended up having yall get together at the end if that’s ok! Feel free to msg me). This is my first time writing any “spice” so everyone be nice plz 😭
Isaacwhy || Friends With Benefits
Living in the GC house was chaotic, loud, and frankly unpredictable, but it had become home. You loved being part of the into the late-night calls, pranks, inside jokes, the constant energy that buzzed through the halls, and everything in between.
And Isaac… he had always been close. He was easy to joke with, easy to talk to, someone you leaned on without thinking. Lately though, that closeness had started to shift. Every look, every brush of a hand, every laugh carried a weight neither of you had named.
It started small. Your knees brushing under the table, a hand lingering a second too long on the back of the couch, the tension was there. You both felt it, and it was impossible to ignore.
One night after the others had gone out to do who knows what, you found yourself curled up on the couch under a blanket. You scrolled through your phone, head resting against Isaac’s shoulder. Movie nights always ended like this: someone half-asleep on someone else, heads leaning together, legs thrown over laps. You’d stopped thinking twice about it long ago. But tonight, it felt different.
Your knee brushed his thigh, small and accidental. He didn’t move. Instead, his arm slid from the back of the couch around your shoulders, casual and easy but your heart jumped.
His other hand found yours under the blanket, thumb tracing circles over your skin. Your fingers twined instinctively with his
“Cold?” he murmured.
“A little,” you replied, barely aware of your racing pulse.
He pulled you closer, pressing his chest against yours. The movie faded into background noise. You could feel his heartbeat, steady but faster than usual, the tension in his jaw as he looked down at you. You tilted your head up. Bad idea.
He was already looking at you.
“Everything… okay?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” you whispered.
Slowly his lips found yours, soft and tentative at first. But you kissed back, and it didn’t stay soft for long. His hands slid over your back and waist, pulling you flush against him.
Your lips parted instinctively, and he deepened the kiss, letting his hands explore your back, tangling in your hair.
A soft moan slipped past your lips when his hand slid lower, grazing the curve of your hip, drawing him closer. You ground slightly against him, the motion innocent but charged with need. Isaac’s grip tightened, and he whispered against your lips,
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…”
“Me too.” you softly breathed.
You tilted your head, letting him kiss the side of your neck, leaving a trail of heat that made you arch into him. Your hands roamed his chest, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt, every movement igniting something fierce between you.
The kisses grew desperate, hungry, and the couch became your private world. Every brush of skin, every lingering touch, sent jolts of electricity through both of you. Your hands and his tangled together, pulling, exploring, testing boundaries that felt dangerously exciting.
Slowly, he slid your shirt over your head, tossing it aside. His hands lingered on your hips, memorizing every curve.
“You… you look even better than I imagined undressed… you’re… wow. So damn pretty. I can’t stop looking at you.”
It wasn’t careful anymore. No uncertainty. The couch, the movie, the quiet night they all disappeared. It was just you and him, pressed together, touching, tasting, the tension of months of stolen glances and quiet longing exploding into heat and hunger.
After that night, everything changed. Moments between you two cropped up everywhere, electric and unmissable. Leaning against the counter in the kitchen while grabbing snacks, hands brushing over hips. Quick kisses in the hallway when someone passed, hearts hammering as you scrambled apart. Leaning over him while he streamed, teasing touches beneath blankets when the camera wasn’t on. And the shower- the hot water, low moans, whispered praise, his hands memorizing every inch of you.
“God, you’re perfect,” he’d murmur, voice rough as he pressed you against the tiles. “I can’t get enough of you.”
You’d melt into him, letting yourself want him in ways you hadn’t admitted even to yourself. And you could see it in his eyes, too: the way he lingered a second too long when you brushed past, the soft smiles when your fingers touched, the quiet protective gestures he didn’t even realize he did.
The teasing escalated. One afternoon, you were perched on the counter grabbing a snack when he appeared behind you. His hand slid down your waist, pressing you to him lightly.
“You’re distracting,” he whispered in your ear.
You smirked. “Am I?”
He chuckled, brushing his lips against your neck. “Always.”
Sometimes, the near-misses made it worse like the time Tanner nearly walked in while you two were tangled on the couch under a blanket. You froze, him holding you protectively, hearts hammering until the footsteps faded. Or the hallway presses, walls keeping your bodies close while your hands roamed surreptitiously. Every stolen moment made the desire intensely grow. Every shared laugh and tease deepened the connection between the two of you.
It was a Thursday morning when the universe decided the secrecy was over. You had stayed over again, tangled in Isaac’s sheets, head on his chest. His arm draped over you, protective and warm. You were too comfortable to move, too safe to care.
Then CRASH!
“Yo! Isaac?” Nick’s voice shouted from the hallway, followed by Larry and Tanner.
Before you could react, the door swung open.
And there you were curled up in Isaac’s bed, hair messy, half-asleep, completely exposed.
Nick froze. “Uh… what the—”
Larry couldn’t help but, hands on his knees. “Dude… are you serious? She’s in your bed?”
Tanner leaned against the doorway, smirking. “Oh man… I cannot believe we just walked in on this.”
You bolted upright, fumbling with the sheets. “Shit! Don’t look!”
Isaac reacted instantly. He grabbed you and pulled you back down, rolling with you so his body turned fully between you and the doorway. His back blocked everything. Now all anyone could see was him.
Nick blinked, voice incredulous. “Wait… she’s… are you two-?”
Isaac didn’t even hesitate. He tightened his arm around you, pressing a firm hand against your hip, and said bluntly, “Yes. She’s mine.”
Larry laughed nervously. “Okay… Wow. Damn, dude. Didn’t expect that.”
Tanner shook his head without another word, still smirking.
You buried your face in Isaac’s chest, mortified. “Please… just leave…”
Isaac pressed a quick kiss to your temple. “Out. Now. Close the door,” he said, voice low, protective, and final.
It shut.
The room fell quiet.
Isaac stayed there for a second longer, hovering protectively until he was sure you were okay. Then he eased back just enough to give you space.
You swallowed, heart still racing, and slipped out from under his arm. “I—I should get dressed.”
You swung your legs over the side of the bed.
Isaac stiffened.
“Hey,” he said quickly.
You paused.
He reached out, fingers catching your wrist. Not rough, just sure. He hesitated, jaw tightening like he was suddenly aware of how vulnerable he sounded.
“Come back,” he said. Softer now. “Please.”
You looked at him.
He didn’t pull you down. Didn’t assume. He just watched you, hand still there, eyes searching your face.
“I’m not done… talking to you,” he added quietly. “And I don’t want you thinking you have to run.”
Something in his voice made your chest tighten.
You nodded and climbed back onto the bed. He shifted immediately, turning toward you, one arm settling around your back like it belonged there.
“You okay?” he asked.
You nodded. Then, after a beat, “I’m… yours?”
He went still.
For the first time since all this started, Isaac looked nervous. His thumb brushed once against your side, a small, unconscious movement. He exhaled.
“I want to be,” he said honestly. “If you want that. I don’t want to assume anything.”
He hesitated. “So… do you want to make this official?”
He waited.
“Yes,” you happily answered.
Relief washed over his face. He let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh, forehead dropping gently to yours.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’ve wanted that for a long time.”
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Sorry it’s short! My brain was strugglingg
▷ No one outright says it, but there’s an unspoken understanding that this is the ONE time of year they actually try to make the house look… nice. Lights get strung, decorations suddenly appear, and somehow the living room is slightly more organized than usual. It is by no mean perfect, but the effort is visible.
▷ You all do a secret santa. Gifts are chaotic, last minute, or super thoughtful, but that’s part of the fun. The only real “rule” is a budget but that’s it.
▷ You’ve learned over the years Tanner’s gifts are absurd, almost useless, but always hilarious
Isaac’s gifts tend to be more practical but personal. They’re useful items that still feel thoughtful.
Nick leans more sentimental, referencing shared jokes, conversations, and memories.
Larry’s gifts are definitely silly but still functional. Like a goofy mug or ugly socks.
Your gifts are a perfect mix of every element, it all depends on who the recipient is.
▷ Late-night drives to look at Christmas lights become a weekly tradition. Shotgun is almost always yours if you want it. Nick almost always drives. Everyone else piles in the back with blankets, snacks, and arguments about which house is better.
▷ Target runs for “one thing” turn into multi-hour adventures. Somehow, everyone comes home with at least three unnecessary holiday items. A novelty snow globe, a pack of festive socks, or a questionable candle. You end up being pushed in the cart by Isaac because you’re too tired to walk.
▷ You all spend December nights watching the worst Christmas movies you can find. Everyone is sprawled across the couch, limbs tangled together. Someone inevitably falls asleep halfway through (usually you), while someone else provides loud, unnecessary commentary the entire time.
▷ Nick definitely uses the holiday season to his advantage. He’ll come home with matching pajamas for everyone, “for content.” He also manages to haul an entire Christmas tree into the house at midnight. You groan but help decorate it anyway, anything for your friends
▷ Everyone has a stocking. You’re not really sure who bought them or where they even came from, but they’re perfect. Each stocking represents its owner perfectly.
hiii!! i love your writing style, can we maybe get a bigt x reader where tanner is so whipped he can't help but look at her with heart eyes whenever she walks in the room, even if he's streaming
THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Got me blushing
Also, I. Love. This. Idea. So. Much.
BigT (Tanner) || Whipped
From the moment Tanner met you, he was hooked. It wasn’t just your looks—though he couldn’t help but think you were stunning—it was the way you carried yourself, your laugh, your intelligence. He was a goner from day one.
His friends and even his fans noticed the change. Tanner, who had always been so cool and collected, now seemed like a man whose heart beat just for you. His friends playfully teased him about it, but they were genuinely happy for him. Tanner didn’t care about the teasing; he was utterly in love with you.
One evening, Tanner was in the middle of a high-stakes game, his stream watched by thousands. The chat was lively, filled with the usual jokes, questions, and encouragement. He was fully immersed, his fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard. Then you walked in.
You tried to be quiet, not wanting to disturb him, but Tanner noticed immediately. His head snapped up, and the intense look on his face softened into one of pure adoration. He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Who just walked in?!”
“T, YOU’RE GOING TO GET SHOT!”
“Tanner’s heart eyes, though!”
“He’s so whipped, LOL!”
“Plz let her come on camera”
His fans teased him endlessly, but Tanner didn’t care. You waved in his direction, a small gesture, but it was enough to make his heart race.
“Hi, guys. I just got home and was just coming in to check on you,” you admitted sheepishly, your body still not fully out of the door frame.
“Oh, hey, babe!” He grinned, spinning around in his chair to fully face you.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you apologized, beginning to close the door before he called out.
“No, come back! The chat wants to say hi.” He patted his thigh, signaling for you to come sit down.
Compliantly, you walked over and gently sat on one of his legs, not wanting to block him from view. Before long, he had both arms wrapped around your torso as you sat together. Every time you touched him, it was like electricity. When you held his hand, his fingers would intertwine with yours, and he’d look at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. If you rested your head on his shoulder, he’d instantly lay his head against yours, grinning ear to ear.
The chat erupted with excitement at your appearance.
“Hey y/n!!”
“FINALLY the stream is getting good.”
“🔥🔥”
“Tanner, you lucky guy!”
“Bring her on more, please.”
After some playful banter with the audience, Tanner announced, “Alright, let’s get this win, for y/n!” The chat cheered with him. You took this as your cue to leave. Before you got up, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. He blushed, a deep red spreading across his face, and the chat exploded again.
“Nah why’d he get so red 😭”
“GOALS FRRR!”
“Ewww no PDA.”
“He is literally so in love.”
He chuckled, looking over at you with those heart eyes that had become so familiar. “Sorry, guys, but can you blame me?” Once you stood up, he softly grabbed your wrist before you could walk away.
“You could stay here and just lie on my bed; you’d be out of frame,” he softly suggested, clearly longing for your company.
How could you resist that face? You had a perfect view from his bed where you comfortably sat, watching Tanner's attention shift back to the audience.
He tried to focus back on the game, but his eyes kept drifting back to you, drinking in the sight of you so beautifully cuddled up on his bed.
After what felt like forever, Tanner had finally beaten the game, not without casting multiple glances and sweet smiles in your direction. As the stream drew to a close, he enthusiastically said goodbye to the audience.
Once the screen went black, his smile turned into a sigh of relief. Without hesitation, he held his arms out for you, pulling you into a hug and burying his face in your hair.
“I just wanted to lay with you so bad. It felt like forever,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine affection.
“You were only playing for a couple of hours. Plus, I’m fine just watching you work,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around him.
“Still too long,” he replied, pulling back to look at you with those heart-melting eyes and an adoring gaze that always made you weak in the knees.
In those moments, nothing else mattered to him. All that mattered was you and the way you made him feel—like the luckiest guy in the world.
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