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Drunk And Yours || IsaacWhy
It’s just after midnight as you text Isaac
“they’re going to another club. i’m kinda over it. can you come get me?”
It only takes him a minute to reply.
“On my way. Be there in 15.”
The night’s cooled off, a light breeze threading through the street, but there’s still a faint pulse of music from inside. You’re sitting just outside the entrance, arms loosely wrapped around your knees, lit by the glow of your phone screen.
You hear his car before you see him — that quiet, familiar hum. When you glance up, headlights cut through the dark, and for the first time in over an hour, you feel your shoulders relax.
He parks and steps out, not bothering to wave you over. He walks up to you instead, hands in his jacket pockets, expression soft.
“Hey,” he says, voice low.
You nod. “Hey.”
“You okay?”
You pause, then exhale. “Yeah. They wanted to hit another club. I just… didn’t.”
“Let’s get you home.” He softly says, reaching his hand out for you to grab.
He opens the passenger door for you, his hand on your waist guiding you inside.
The car ride is quiet, familiar, comfortable. His hand finds your knee not even a minute in, thumb tracing soft arcs against your skin. You say very little, only watching the streetlights blur past and the occasional pair of strangers stumbling out of bars.
At home, you’re already toeing off your shoes by the time he closes the door behind you. You don’t head straight to the bedroom — just stand there for a second, eyes heavy, thumb running along your bracelet like you forgot it was there.
Isaac steps past you and into the bedroom. By the time you met him in the room he’s holding one of his hoodies. Big, faded, and soft from a dozen washes. He doesn’t say anything as he holds it out to you.
You don’t ask.
You just lift your arms, and he pulls your top off gently, like he’s done it a hundred times — because he has. His hands are warm and steady at your waist, careful not to rush you, thumbs brushing your skin as he steps in closer to slide the hoodie down over your head.
It falls past your hips, halfway down your thighs. Loose in the sleeves, sleeves swallowing your hands a little. He smooths the fabric down over you, hits eyes lingering for a beat longer than usual.
“You look good in that,” he murmurs, voice low. Not teasing, just honest.
You give him a small, sleepy smile. “It’s huge.”
“Yeah. That’s the point.” He winks
You reach down to fumble with the button of your jeans, but your coordination is off. Isaac is already kneeling in front of you again, hands brushing yours away gently.
“Let me,” he says.
He unbuttons them and eases them down your legs, folding them neatly and setting them aside. Then he helps you step into a pair of his sweatshorts — the drawstring already tied a bit tighter. He adjusts them on your hips, fingertips barely grazing your skin.
Once you’re dressed, you climb into bed, arms heavy, muscles loose with exhaustion. Isaac turns off the light and joins you a moment later. You shift automatically, moving into the curve of his body without needing to ask. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you in until your back is tucked against his chest. He presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, then rests his forehead there. There’s nothing rushed or tight about the way he holds you. Just quiet assurance like he’d stay like this all night, whether you said anything or not.
“You didn’t have to come all the way out,” you murmur.
He doesn’t answer right away. His thumb moves slowly, back and forth over your spine.
“You asked me to,” he says eventually. “That’s enough.”
He shifts slightly to get closer, one of your legs tucked over his. You’re wrapped up in him without trying to be — in his clothes, his arms, his bed. He seems to like it that way.
You whisper, half-sleeping already, “You’re good at this.”
“Hmm?”
“Taking care of me.”
He kisses the side of your neck “I like doing it.”
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isaacwhy x gn!reader cus i can 😜 (no pronouns mentioned!!)
AN ; i've never written before so don't be mean 2 me 😞
WARNiNGS ; none that i know of??? lmk if you notice any tho 🙌
an absolute sweetheart, i ain't even gonna hold you
he's such a "i saw this and thought of you" kind of guy
i am a strong believer that he is a "darling" guy
"hey darling, can you get me some water?"
he's possessive but in such a cute way
the type to put his hand in your back pocket while you guys are out and about
worships the ground u walk on ☺️☺️☺️
imagine when the a/c was out, you started to complain that ur hot and he starts fanning u, like omg he just prioritizes you so much
yeah he's the hand on the thigh driver (i know cus i'm his gf) ((no i don't cus im not😞😞))
DOES THE THING WHERE HE PUTS HIS HAND BEHIND YOUR HEADREST TO BACKUP UGHHHHHH (streetracer!isaac when 😞)
i just know he's like, disgustingly strong like 😍😍😍
ur at a store and it's time to go but u don't wanna leave and he just wraps his arm around ur waist and picks you up with ease, while the other has all ur bags (that one tiktok of that girl ifykyk...)
i'm kicking my feet and giggling rn sorry y'all
he's mean tho 😭
"astonishing, beautiful, outstanding- oh wait you meant how i would describe y/n erm..."
HES SO EMBARRASSING IN PUBLIC 😭😭😭😭 like stop meowing mf 😞
I knew I had a competitive bone in my body, but I didn’t think it was that bad.
After three hours of playing jenga and winning one single game, I was over it. How does one person even properly win at that? It’s stupid. So we moved on to uno. That was fun, most of the games ended in someone throwing cards at one another. Or hoarding the cards until the untimely demise of using a plus 4. Which caused more throwing of cards then losing some of them. Then spending a few minutes finding them and shuffling for another round.
Seven times, I lost seven times...“I hate this game.” Tossing basically half the deck back on the table. Larry laughed at my defeat, “You suck ass.” Isaac agreed, hurling his own cards in the middle. “You guys are cheating,” squinting my eyes, “I know it.” Crossing my arms as they scoffed, mocking me for being a sore loser. “Its uno, of course we fucking cheat.” Isaac admitted, making me gasp from shock, very overdramatically. Clutching my chest for extra effect that gained more laughs from them.
They started to gather the cards and shuffle as I took my phone out. I don't clean out my messages as often as other people do. Another way of hoarding and clinging on to past years I suppose. My mother has- or had?- an embarrassing hoarding problem, passing it down to me in different ways. Turning the screen on and clicking on my messages, most of the conversations being from one of the guys.
Except for the one at the very bottom, no contact picture and from years ago. I was the last one who sent the message.
She'll want to know. Right? Biting my lip out of a nervous habit, and whenever I zone out. Which is what I’m doing right now.
Psyching myself out with each thought and argument along with it. I mean, would there be a point in even letting her know? It'll just end up with her saying that she hopes I'll 'feel better' and that's it.
The conversation would end.
No follow ups or even a hint of care. Just dismissive of the blood we share. If she even sends something back, god, it might be worse if she looks at it and chooses not to respond. That'll really cement the fact that she doesn't ever want to see me again.
“-gonna play?” I snap out of it, clearly confused about what's happening. Nick asked again, “You gonna play another round?” Oh...yea. I forgot where I was for a second. “Uh, nah. I’ma skip this one.” He took a second before shrugging, passing out the right amount of cards. They began playing and I watched, more like zoned out, while my thoughts ran wild.
I couldn’t help it, everything in me wanted to send the message, to see how she’s doing. To actually see her. But the anxious jumbled feeling of embarrassment, disappointment and nerves got to me, telling me not to even try. Cause really, I am still her little sister, wanting attention after I get hurt. Will that really make her want to talk to me again? Or add to the growing resentment?
It’s been a few hours since we got here, the mold on the couch was starting to remember me. The only thing in the house that knew me. Even though I was friends with them and came over maybe thousands of times, I barely knew the place. Never went into any of their rooms before, only getting a glimpse of it when they record or live stream. A few times I wonder how much of a friend they think of me as. If they like me enough to show me something that personal. But I have no room to talk since none of them have been to my apartment yet.
Well, not anymore. Isaac’s been there. And not because he wanted to, but because he needed to watch over me, so he didn’t necessarily have a choice. I glanced over at him, watching his eyes flicker between the cards in his hand and on the table. It’s hard to know what he’s thinking. And I so desperately want to know what he’s thinking about. I want him to know what I’m thinking about. That I’m thinking about…I’m actually not sure what.
This stupid injury is the only thing that’s been in the front of my mind. And my sister. Then it would get clouded with, well, him.
I really should tell her, she might actually respond. For once. Turning my doubts into optimism. For once.
My phone was still in my hand, feeling light as I forgot about it. Bringing the heaviness back once I lifted it back up to type. I could so easily make our message reach the top of the screen again but it was hard to even open it. The idea of looking back on the old convos makes me sick. Reaching out to her made me feel sick. I didn’t know why it twisted that deep. Has it really been that long that I can’t just act like no time has passed between us?
Would it be considered stupid or smart to act like it was just yesterday that I talked to her? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe she’ll be happy that I sent a message wanting to talk to her. Letting her know how life’s been, which admittedly, hasn’t been going so well lately. If the injury and my weird desired feelings are anything to go by.
Sweat trickled down my neck, god I have a problem. Simply clicking on her contact and typing, then retyping, retyping once more, and staring at it. 'it's been a while, hey.' Getting startled from three yelling out complaints after Nick won the round, who was proudly laughing at the two losers.
“I’m done playing, I’m getting hungry.” Larry stood up and went to the kitchen to look around in the fridge. “What about you?” Isaac asked me, getting up himself and waiting for me to answer. I wanted to lie, I didn’t really want to eat in front of them, but my stomach betrayed me, rumbling loud enough for him to hear. “Kinda.” I meekly muttered.
Nick was the only one who bothered to clean up, asking them to make him something since he won. Clearly taking his win humbly. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the screen. The longer I waited to send the message, the more I was chickening out and I didn’t want to. The thought of talking to her again made me queasy. In a good way...in a sense.
So instead of freaking out over it and cause a scene, I sent the simplest thing of ‘hey’ and flung it under my thigh. Heart beating through my chest loud enough they could probably hear it too all the way in the kitchen.
Nick noticed the sudden jolt of movement but didn’t say a word. Waiting for his sandwich and clearing off the table for the others. “What kind of sandwich do you want?” Larry asked me, knowing Nick's without asking. Hesitating on wanting to eat anything, “I'm fine,” looking over my shoulder, “I'll probably have something later.”
Like when I leave, whenever that is. Mulling it over.
Isaac glanced back, concerned about why I changed my mind so quickly. “I thought you were hungry? ” Poking his head in the fridge to find something else to put on his sandwich. I rubbed my sweaty palms on the shorts fabric, “Eh, not much. I can wait.” Nick went to grab a drink, “What ? You don’t wanna eat with us?” He teased, “We won’t make a mess or steal your food if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I don’t care about that,” Rolling my eyes, “Well, kinda. But no.” I fiddled with my ring and tried to put the reason into…nice? words, or at least something that wouldn’t offend them. “It’s just like, a pet peeve of mine when I can hear someone chew.” Larry bursted out laughing, agreeing and throwing the others under the bus at the same time. “It pisses me off when they do that, especially when Nick does it.” Giggling and waiting for him to fight back.
Which he did, pushing the blame on Tanner instead. I tuned them out. They really get as loud as they can and I wasn’t used to it. More familiar with one person screaming their issues and self deprecated worries instead of their playful upbeat tone. They really were like children in these kinds of situations, it was sweet. But also so annoying.
I didn’t even realize that Isaac snuck up behind me. “Then does that mean you're fine with my chewing?” Smirking and eyeing me down, I fumbled at laughing normally. “Huh?” There was no reason I should've been getting flustered by that. It's a stupid question, yet I paid attention to it.
“Or were you distracted cause you needed to finish your cosplay stuff?” Going back towards the kitchen to munch on his food. “You cosplay?” Nick asked, seemingly done with, or putting it on hold, arguing with Larry. “Yooo, who do you dress as?” Larry leaped closer as I corrected them. “I make cosplay props. I don’t dress up, usually.” The two started to bombard me with questions on what I make, wondering if I could make them something as well. Asking to come over and see it themselves.
I wanted to die in a hole, the heat on my face was easy enough for them to know my embarrassment. “I don't know,” tilting away from their looks, “Maybe next time…I'll think about it.” Hearing their rambling of ok’s and excitement. Obviously I wasn't used to getting that sort of attention for something I do.
Isaac leaned on the couch, the side I was trying to keep my face hidden. “Then what about a snack? I think we have some fruit if you want that instead.” He wasn't going to quit, and I wasn't either. Our stubborn sides showing through. But I couldn't help it, the way he smiled at me, like he was actually worried about me. And this time I think I was ok with that so I folded.
Why does he have to look so cute? I bit the inside of my cheek, squishing down the flutter in my stomach just from him looking at me. “I guess.” Giving in, huffing at how easy it was for him to convince me.
“So what else are you guys doing today?” Asking the three so I can figure out when I'm able to leave. “I have to edit the video and I don't know how long that'll take,” Nick scratched his head, thinking about the others' schedules, “So I'm not able to go back with you tonight.” I blinked, unsure of what I heard, “Go back where?”
Footsteps were heard, revealing a hyper Tanner like usual. “You guys are eating without me? Lame.” Dragging it out and pouting.
“To your place,” Nick finished his sandwich, “I don’t want you to be alone.” His insistence was getting on my nerves so I went back to arguing, or compromising, with Nick. And Isaac who was about to chime in when he handed me some fruit. “I'll be fine tonight. If anything happens then I'll call. You don't need to babysit me.”
“We're not ‘babysitting’.” Nick got up to throw his plate away. “It's just..” He tried to find words that didn't make it seem like they didn't trust me alone. A toddler who couldn’t walk yet and just crawled around on the floor. Which I guess are my only capabilities right now.
I rolled my eyes, “It's just you don't trust me and think I'm gonna break my other leg or something, from like, slipping on a banana peel.”
Isaac chuckled at the comment but I wasn't sure about Nick, his back was facing me. Maybe it wasn’t a good time to humor my way out of this. “Look,” Reiterating my point, “If I need something then I'll call one of you guys. Nothing bad will happen in one night.” I rubbed my eyes, afraid of getting any more heated in the conversation. Shoving the cold fruit in my mouth to distract from the sting in my eyes and the bubbling forming in my throat.
Isaac hesitated to say his own thoughts and looked to Nick. They shared the same look of worry but didn’t say anything out loud, wanting to discuss this on their own without the others hearing.
“Depending on how long it’ll take to edit,” Nick checked something on his phone before facing me, “I can take you back tonight.” I hummed, half-assed thinking it over.
Straining out a nice tone. “Maybe, sure. We can figure it out later.” He headed towards his room before stopping. “Oh, can I include you getting hurt?” Nick asked. I scoffed, “Yea, milk it like a cow’s titty.” And immediately laughing at my own joke then somewhat embarrassed for saying that. “But yea,” nodding at the idea, “You can add me getting hurt and going to the hospital, or whatever you want.” He nodded and left, shutting his door to work.
Tanner finished making his food and sat down on the couch between me and Larry. They began to talk which gave me time to check my phone. Feeling fifty-fifty on what I do or don’t want to see. But it was obvious how much I really wanted a message to pop up, my hope dropping into my stomach. No matter how long I stared at the screen nothing would show up.
My face must’ve shown how upset I was. “You alright?” Tanner faced me with his usual dopey grin. I hummed a yes, going back into the emptiness and zoning everything else out. Larry gives a small side eye and then goes back to normal with Tanner.
At this point, those two are messing around and watching- who knows what- and I’m left to think. A bad choice in my opinion. But it is a good distraction from what’s really happening.
I don’t want to deal with any of this. Maybe I should’ve stayed home, I have my favorite blankets there. My leg itches- fuck, I can’t scratch it. That’s gonna bother me. A lot. I wanna leave, just another hour and I can ask Isaac to take me back.
My hair feels like it’s sticking to my neck and face, so are my clothes. Maybe I was too in my head. I hate that feeling. Everything is burning up, I know I’m sweating. It always happens when I don’t want it to. I need to calm down but how can I? Everyone’s watching me, judging me. Why wouldn’t they? I would do the same. I'm taking up space in their house and can't do anything for them in return.
Instead of practically dying on the couch, I went to the bathroom. With some trouble and a wobbly balance but reaching it in time before I had a full meltdown.
Slowly breathing in and out. The warmth from my hands feeling the cold porcelain sink, grounding me way better than I thought.
Do they have a fan? I should turn that on. But I’ve already been here for a minute. They’ll wonder why I didn’t turn it on sooner. Would it be weird if I do it now? Yeah, it would. Just don't make any noises like someone's in here.
I psych myself out, taking a seat on their toilet instead.
It’s not that much of a shock that their bathroom is in need of a clean up. Matches the rest of the house- from what I’ve seen. Their voices were heard even from this distance, making me wonder how much soundproof they need in their own rooms. Though I got used to their loudness, a small headache was forming.
Forcing myself to take a deep breath and heaving myself up and back out.
Tanner and Larry were watching videos. I couldn’t see Isaac anywhere, thinking he went into his room for a break of his own. In my bag was a half empty bottle of headache medicine, taking one with some room temperature water. They looked busy so I didn’t disturbed them and headed out the back door.
Careful grunts and steady feet flowed all the way to the wooden bench, or bench swing, they had. It sat under one of the trees that shut any prying eyes out, shadows easily covering every inch on a rainy day like this. Dew covered the mowed grass, blinking in the sunlight. Wood shifting under the sudden weight.
It’s funny. With how big their house is, how many rooms they have, it doesn’t seem like any of them like to hang out in the backyard. But it’s perfect when I need some alone time. Or when I really want to scream my head off like a headless chicken…that can still scream. Maybe freaking out and overthinking senseless things is better than worrying about the doom of my sister deciding to reply.
Third time’s the charm, right? Three is my lucky number. I just wished something would appear and make it true.
Maybe she changed her number.
It was a pathetic sight. Convincing myself that's the reason why and not because my sister lost a sympathy bone. For the only sister she...had? Has? Does she still want to be my sister?
She can't be the only one I blame, I blame myself too. Like I have been for years. The only thing I know how to do right. There's no way I can mess that up.
‘The phone works both ways’ said by anyone who hates being alone but doesn't want to admit it. That sentiment is only true when you're desperate enough to do anything to get them back.
And I think that's what I'm doing. Contorting the doubts into something digestible. Almost to the point of throwing it back up just to taste the acid.
I don’t have anyone to spill my guts out to. My phone contacts are barely a swipe long; having the guy's; sister if she kept her number. My mother who I blocked once I moved here. I never had my fathers number, and I don’t want it either.
My grandparents. Sending texts to both from time to time, only getting a response from my grandma. Never giving myself a second thought about deleting my grandpa’s number, he was usually a call type of person instead of texting anyways. She still pays for his number. But now I just listen to the voicemails he sent. His voice is the only thing I can come close to remembering on my own. Everything else is fading away in my forgetful mind.
Checking again, nothing. It's a lost cause at this point. The possibility that she never wanted to talk to me again is fine, I just wished it didn't make me feel like crying. Or wanting to throw my phone at the wall. Throw a tantrum from the lack of attention.
The back door opened. Shutting just as quickly and footsteps being muffled from the grass, coming closer to where I was sitting. I didn't bother to look at who it was, waiting to see if they would say something first cause I knew I wasn't going to. All they did was take the seat next to me, creaking the wood with it.
They sat there for a minute, not saying anything, letting his hand tell me who it was. And it was easy to figure out.
“You doing alright?” Isaac softly pushed his feet, causing the bench to swing with the wind. “Yea, I'm cool. Just had a small headache.” It wasn't a complete lie. Even if I couldn't see his face, I knew he was staring at me.
Humming, “What're you doing?” He didn't want to say it aloud, but there was a feeling of tension, one I didn't notice.
It's called life when someone can't answer a message right away, so it's easy to just say that. And yet, the words were stuck in my throat. Twisting in a way I thought wasn't possible.
“I texted my sister.” Heat creeping up my back and sweat threatening to make me uneasy and squirm again.
A complete surprise and confusion of blurting that out. And I don't think he did either since his foot slipped when he went to push again. “You have a sister? That's cool.” His tone gave way of a question rather than a compliment. There was another question on his tongue, but he didn’t want to say it. And unfortunately, I wanted him to ask.
Humming since I didn't trust my own voice. “So you told her what happened?” It was like a game of 20 questions with him. Each one makes me want to drown a drink.
“No. Not yet.” Diluting myself with courage to look at him. “I mean, what am I gonna say? ‘Hey, I just broke my leg and have to be in a cast for a month. But I'm fine, nothing to worry about’.” Laughing at the ridiculousness. The floodgates could burst out if I try to say anything else about it. Say anything about the issues I’ve had for years now, building up.
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe ease into it,” Tracing his fingers of the wooden swirls and lines, “Don’t start off too strong. Just tell her like you normally would.” I scoff and roll my eyes.
Isaac makes it so obvious sometimes that he’s an only child, never able to understand how siblings act. And especially sisters at that. None of them would, which makes it a bit harder to even talk to them about this kind of situation. Standing by myself in trying to navigate through this.
“Yea, my problem is that I’m not normal,” Leaning back on the bench, “I can’t be normal around her, she’s- was, the same though. I freak out around her, I rather freak out about you-” I catch my tongue, “A-arou-around you. Around anyone really, I freak out when I leave my apartment sometimes. Most of the time really. That’s what I do.” Awkwardly laughing and hoping he joins from the slip up.
Why am I talking so much? I wanna kill myself.
Thankfully he doesn’t question it…for now. Looking at me like I fully said something crazy and showing an amused but confused smile. “So you have an older sister?” Guessing correctly. “Wow, you’re surprisingly right. How long did it take you to guess that?” I look at him with a mocked shocked face.
Rolling his eyes and playfully nudging my shoulder. “You never mentioned her before, why not?”
“Why would I?” Looking over at him and covering it up with a mix of nodding and shaking my head, “I mean, she doesn’t live here. So there isn’t a point to bring her up.” Curling up inside myself.
There wasn’t a way to know if Isaac knew how much those words weighed, but he knew how to lift them. His gentleness contrasted my strained language. Yet our voices overlapped the soft hum of blowing winds and the rhythm of insects. Everything about this shouldn’t be so smooth, yet I’m willing to pass this by. And not everything has to have me grieving over the smallest things. A bad habit I’m still trying to get rid of and learning to correct- that I still forget to do.
I sigh for the millionth time. No new messages.
✧₊⁺
We watched the oversaturated, idiotic video they chose before I heard drops outside. More sprinkling. And it was confirmed by it harshly picking up and hitting the window, calming down afterwards. “More rain, seriously?” Mumbling and staring out the window.
“If it gets worse you gotta sleep over.” Larry looked over his shoulder without pausing the video.
“Do I really need to?” The idea of staying the whole night at their place, in a way, terrified me. For a multitude of reasons that I can easily list off. But if I told them the list then they might- or surely- get annoyed at what I have to say, so I kept my mouth shut. Only thinking about the worst case scenarios and very exaggerated things that’ll most definitely never happen, cursing my brain.
Being lonely for a really long time and being a hopeless romantic is not a good combo. Or anything else for that matter.
Tanner chimed in, already decided on me staying. Going over the different kinds of games we can play. Like a typical sleepover: inviting bloody Mary and summoning demons from the over world. Old, half lit candles would complete the séance.
Isaac talked over Tanner, who didn’t care about being ignored by us. “If you get the cast wet it’ll be bitch to deal with. It’s better to stay here.” His eyes burned holes on the side of my face. I knew I had to say something, like agree with the logical reasoning, but I couldn’t bring myself to. And it seemed like my thought process was plastered across my face cause he tried to convince me to stay.
In his own odd ways. “If you stay, then you can see how much better our couch is.” I laughed, confused on why he came up with that. The rational part of me told me to sleep over for the night. Then the other part wanted to scream and just walk back to my apartment.
“My couch wins, no competition.” Crossing my arms and slouching further into the cushions. Reluctantly agreeing to stay the night. But overall he took it as a win. I'll give him that…and only that.
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KNOCK. KNOCK.
He was taken out of his thoughts
"What, Nick?"
Nick had already popped into his room multiple times before.
A soft voice muttered, "Not Nick. Can I come in?"
"Oh. Um..." Yumi grimaced at the state of his dim bedroom. "...Yeah."
The door opened with caution, creaking on its hinges. Behind it was Y/n. As she came in the room she made a motion with her hand to the light switch and – after waiting for an approving nod – flipped it.
Awash in off-white lighting (the least flattering of all light) Y/n was still beautiful. Not that all aspects of her matched cosmetic conventions, but that it could not possibly matter to Yumi. Because he was not enthralled with the shape of her nose or cheekbones. He was enthralled with her.
Or no. Yumi was not enthralled. That would be wrong.
Y/n could be Nick’s girlfriend. And Nick is his friend.
He respects him. He respects that. Right?
"Hi. Nick told me you were up here. I hope that's ok." Y/n smiled. She looked around for a second before crossing to his bed, and taking a seat on the edge of it.
"Sure, no worries.” Yumi put his feet flat on the floor but remained seated.
“Listen. I know I could've texted, but I wanted to tell you in-person."
"Tell me what?" He hit a button to turn off his monitor. Lacing his fingers, he held his hands together in his lap. Yumi moved his desk chair to be facing Y/n. Level with one another. He searched her face.
Perhaps disliking the weight of his eyes, she stood and began to pace the length of his bedroom. Stopping far from him – on the other side of the bed – near his door. Y/n rubbed her neck before speaking in a rushed voice, "Isaac told me something."
He nodded. "Ok." Yumi’s ears perked up, and he sat straighter in his chair. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Someone was calling him. It was not the time to answer.
"He had a couple drinks,” she started, “he said something about how you could steal me from Nick – if you wanted."
Shit. Colour drained from his pale cheeks. His adam's apple quivered as he wondered how come things all of a sudden looked like he was viewing them through a fisheye lens. Shit. Fuck.
His suspicion was confirmed. They were seeing each other
His phone buzzed again; he ignored it again.
It was clear Yumi was not prepared to speak, so Y/n followed up with, "He also said you did."
She shortened the distance between them, positioning herself to be standing, so his knees (him being seated still) were centimetres from touching her thighs. Yumi made no comment until she took another half step pushing Yumi to part his legs, so she stood between them.
"Um—I did? Did what?" He asked in a shaking voice.
"Did want to..." Y/n bent forward, putting a hand on the top of his chair for support. Diving into him, she appeared as if she were going to attack his neck, but a graceful swerve at the last possible moment sent her placing a light kiss behind his ear "...steal me from Nick."
Doing his best not to move, Yumi held his head straight. He stared with extreme intensity at some wall shelving and wondered if his eyes could be shaking. "Isaac talks—um—uh a lot. I don't know wh—where he came up with that."
In his pocket, his phone buzzed and buzzed.
"So, it's not true?" She held her face just above his, so her sweet breath hit his lips. Y/n took advantage of him being distracted and set her knees on the outside of his legs on the chair in a clean, single-motion.
Out of instinct Yumi grabbed the outside of her thighs to help hold her up. Realizing what he did, he retracted and held his hands up like he was in the middle of a shootout.
All the while, his phone continued buzzing, and he continued ignoring it.
Unable to keep focused on the conversation, Yumi allowed himself to dreamily gaze upon Y/n. Lost in himself: in her: in their closeness. He was spellbound. Each move dripped with intent. Y/n pulled her hand off the top of the chair and brought it to rest on his shoulder, with her thumb swiping slow across his collarbone. She ducked her head.
His phone buzzed.
Yumi’s eyelids slid down in defeat, and their lips met in the soft exchange.
And it might have continued – might have escalated – but he withdrew and whispered practically into her mouth, "Stop."
Y/n pulled back enough that their noses could still touch and gave him a look like a kicked puppy.
"I can't be doing this with you." Unrelenting. Yumi took hold of her shoulders and guided her off him. "You're with Nick. It's wrong."
Y/n attempted to cover her face under the guise of fussing with her hair. Eyes welled with embarrassment.
His phone buzzed, and that was it. Exhausted. Irritated. Yumi pulled out his phone and looked at it. The moment he did, his vision went out. Out – like he had finally hit the ground after a long fall.
Yumi woke up alone in his bedroom, curled in his desk chair with his editing software sat idling on the monitor. A quarter through raw footage, he had fallen asleep. Y/n had not been there. Y/n was not in a relationship with Nick.
Regaining his composure at what he considered as being too much to process at once, he sighed.
—
Commemorating Nick for hitting 1 million subscribers, they hosted a small get together at the house including a couple friends and her
It could have been luck; many people believe in luck and fate and coincidence because some things are difficult to explain.
And it was even more difficult to explain just how Yumi didn’t realize Y/n would be at the gathering tonight.
He thought it could have – must have – been luck. Yumi never saw Y/n outside of video plans.
He first met her in one of Isaac’s discord videos. Then he finally saw her for the first time when Will invited her over for a vlog.
And again when she came over to the house for a video. Closest he ever got was sitting in the same table at a restaurant. And in all that time, he still was not 100% sure who she was or who she was with.
Who was she?
A star in an obscure corner of youtube? A secret girlfriend kept hidden from fans?
He did not know. But he did know that every time he’d noticed Nick grin and his change in body language when they were talking, he felt a twinge. It wasn’t anger or hatred. This was something else entirely.
His heart would pound in his ears and he could feel a lump forming in his throat. He didn’t want to feel like this, not when everyone else was so happy. Yet there he was, turning green with jealousy. Worse yet, he couldn’t understand why.
He’d only talked to Isaac about his crush, to which he reassured him, Y/n and Nick weren’t going out and he should just go for it. But he found it hard to believe.
Yumi watched Y/n dancing and laughing through the open space of the living room, swimming amongst the small group of people, and being accepted into smaller groups – smiled at – chatted with – recognized.
Everyone had eyes on her at some time or another though his eyes never left.
She bounced with the beat and danced moves that were not the most graceful but were also not exclusive to the robot.
Y/n held onto a playful closed-mouth smile. Her tousled hair shone with product or maybe a little grease.
Blue of the lights bounced off her eyes and cheeks and lips; Yumi’s gaze lingered on her lips.
Y/n was a dream – better than a dream because she did not fade.
It was unreasonable of him to flush hot with spite as he watched Nick approach Y/n.
But he did.
Nick tapped her shoulder and – when Y/n turned around – hauled her into a serious embrace. He held her flush against his chest.
Ten seconds passed, a lot of time to be stood motionless.
As she pulled back, Y/n dragged her hands down Nicks arm.
It was obvious, perhaps not to everyone, but certainly to Yumi. Nick was not peering upon Y/n’s face with eyes of friendship but of desire, a gaze which screamed that he was interested.
And Y/n did not look to be refusing.
Yumi’s throat tightened, and his mouth tasted of dirt. All the swallowed words he wished he had said, sat in his stomach like a stone.
His shoulders fell, the corners of his mouth fell, his heart fell, and met the pit in his stomach.
He left to refill his drink; he had to weave an odd path through the people to avoid sloshing drinks, drunk stumbles, and the occasional near elbow to the nose.
Yumi did not know what to do with himself; he wanted to leave – all he wanted to do was leave – but it was not an option. Leaving would mean questions and concerned looks, and though he was grateful for his friends at times, he knew he would go mad if even one of them asked him a single—
“You alright?” asked a familiar voice as a familiar hand landed on his shoulder. It was Nick— he hadn’t seen Yumi this nervous over anything before.
Yumi was so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed him - his forehead was wet with sweat.
Yumi shrugged. He was content with stopping the conversation there, but Nick’s hand on his shoulder squeezed him hard.
Yumi looked up into brown eyes too insistent to let him go.
He sighed, “I was looking to talk to Y/n, but looks like you got to her first..” he almost mumbled
Nick cast his eyes out in the vague direction Yumi had pointed.
There was Y/n off in a somewhat secluded blue-lit corner now accompanied by Larry— they seemed to be catching up.
Y/n was laughing; she brought her hand to her mouth as she calmed then dropped it as a new laugh bubbled up. Larry smiled and said something. Y/n nodded, and Larry left.
“Me and Y/n?” shouted Nick, almost laughing, “Y/n’s single, far as I can tell. Go talk to her, idiot”
Yumi curled his fingers a bit tighter around his cup despite the relief that washed over him. He brought it to his mouth and muttered something like, “I’m not—I don’t—after I’ve finished this drink.”
“You’ve finished.” Nick smacked the bottom of Yumi’s cup.
“Fuck!” Yumi jumped back as the drink flooded his mouth and splashed into his face; some even ran down his neck and onto the collar of his shirt. His eyes narrowed, and his lip curled into a snarl, “dude!”
Nick giggled. “Go!”
“Asshole.” Yumi turned and left with the final word, still clutching his then empty cup in his shaking hand, he again spotted Y/n.
She was stood alone on the outskirts of the makeshift dance floor.
Though her feet were still, she swayed her hips a bit to the rhythm of the music as her eyes drifted around the room.
Anxious anticipation dissolved the stone of jealousy in Yumi’s stomach which turned into something which bubbled and sloshed about.
It felt a lot hotter than before, like there were ten times the people in the space.
He walked towards Y/n; he thought he did not want to get ahead of himself and overthink too much as it might end up that there was nothing between them. But in that second, when her eyes first met his, he knew he would rather die than not give it his all.
“Hey.” Was all that fell out of his lips.
“Blake! I didn’t think you’d noticed me.” Y/n said, giggling. “I’m joking. I saw you looking at me earlier; what took you so long?”
“Just now got up the courage.”
She looked back at him with a soft smile and his heart skipped a beat. He had just spent the last hour building up the courage to ask her on a date.
It wasn’t long before Yumi got comfortable talking to her and was his usual self, talking about anything and everything he could think of - and when he’s drinking it’s not easy to shut him up.
Y/n smiled wide and caught Yumi’s hand in both of hers, “Want to dance?”
“I do, but it wouldn’t be attractive.”
“Come on, you have to!” She leaned closer to him. “Or I might think you’re no fun!”
“And what if I’m not?”
Y/n laughed. “Fuck off!”
And with that, she dragged him to the dance floor where they more so flung body parts around instead of dancing.
Yumi cleared his throat, “Hey, Y/n?"
"Yes, Blake?"
All of a sudden his heart spiked at the mention of his name, his voice hitched in his throat and he could only gaze into the girls eyes.
He leaned forwards, hovering over her and the urge to kiss her was overwhelmingly strong.
It seemed the whole room went quiet and it was just the two of them, until they were almost touching noses.
His eye's widened and he looked down at her lips, giving her another moment to back away if she so wanted to, but she stayed. Any onlookers could've mistaken them for a statue - it seemed neither of them were breathing.
Y/n’s breath against his lips made his stomach do flips, and it was then she decided he was without movement for too long, craving his lips against hers.
It was Y/n who leaned in and closed the space between them. Only pecking his lips first, just that much contact made him feel as if he could melt.
Her hands ran through the hair on the back of his neck, using that to her advantage and pushing his head into her, kissing him more passionately. And after what felt like forever, but all too short, she pulled away for air, gazing into each other eyes.
The hand on his neck pulled him close and Y/n kissed him again, this time softly and much to his dismay, shorter
This was all he’d been hoping for since he’d seen her and he hoped it wasn’t the end.
Their eyes met, Y/n’s eyes hinted how desperate she was to get her lips back onto his, “Your room..” She panted, tilting her head up the stairs
His eyes widened - he wasn’t expecting to go from first kiss to sleeping together.
He didn’t hesitate to drag her up the stairs behind him, lips reattaching as soon as possible.
Fingertips pressed into her skin letting his blunt nails make crescent marks, his lips attached at her neck, rushed and desperate.
When he got her laid down, it felt as if his bed was on fire, the heat engulfing their own in sleepless kisses, in hands that were uncertain and fixated on her.
She can’t help but run her fingers through his unruly curls, never getting enough of its softness.
She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him.
He fell on top of her, groaning slightly as she bit his lip. He removed his lips from hers and held her waist moving them upwards onto the bed.
Her head hit the soft pillows, Yumi straddling her thighs as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, revealing his bare skin.
She sat up next, pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it somewhere in the room.
Yumi pushed her back into the mattress gently. He kissed down her chest, kissing all the exposed skin available to him.
He moved a hand to her back, looking into her eyes as if asking for consent.
She nodded, as he slipped open her bra and tossed it. His eyes wandered all over her exposed chest, his eyes turned almost black with lust as the pupils expanded to a much bigger size.
He sucked on one of her breasts, his hand gently massaging the other.
She whimpered under him, tugging on his hair roughly as his hands slowly moved to her waistband, feeling a shiver from the girl. His hand made it's way down to her core and inserted a finger with utter care.
She shut her eyes, feeling pleasure take over her body.
He moved to kiss her while pushing another finger and speeding his fingers inside, stretching her out perfectly. She whimpered, feeling a knot in her lower abdomen.
She clenched around him, but to her surprise, Yumi immediately removed his fingers.
She whined from the loss of pleasure, earning a light laugh. Yumi leaned over to the bedside table and pulled out a condom, rolling it down his length and lined himself up with her core.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked
"Yes. yes, Blake, please-", she blurted out.
He moved slow at first letting her adjust to his size. She moaned loudly, his tip already hitting her spot.
He thrusted his hips, speeding up, his fingers digging into her hips.
Her back arched and toes curled as he hit the right spots at the right pace. His cock went deeper, making her see stars. His breathing got erratic as invisible aphrodisiac filled the room.
Bed creaking and hitting the wall. No space left between the both of them. Not having a care of the world, both of them felt themselves at the edge of pleasure, his movements never faltering as he released into the condom, continuing to chase her release. Her vision went white with euphoric pleasure, as she clenched tightly around him making him groan.
She opened her eyes to meet Yumi’s loving, adoration-filled gaze. She smiled as he bent forward to give her a sweet and delicate kiss.
