isaacwhy x bff! fem! reader
summary: you and isaac have been best friends since 2021 in the early discord days. you both got your content popular together and you stayed close friends with him and the rest of the boys. your feelings for him have only grown no matter how much you ignore it, no matter who you date—your best friend always remains in the back of your mind. but, isaac—there’s no way he’d like you. no way in hell. so you do what you have to do. separate yourself from him and after a few days of you not texting, isaac finally breaks as you stand in his kitchen without saying a word to him
mentions of the reader being chubby and insecure (slightly self indulgent whoops bc a bitch going thru a breakup and insecurities)
set in the second house :)
it was early december. isaac has been preparing for last to leave vc and normally you’d be helping like every year except this one.
4 days since you last talked to isaac, someone you’ve been talking to everyday for the last three years. you convinced yourself this was for the best. isaac is out of your league. he’s got a million girls way better than you to get with. he’s a gym rat, funny, smart—no, no. enough.
you emerge from larry’s room after editing him set up a stream for later and waltz down to the kitchen. praying and hoping to dodge isaac like you have been.
you open the fridge like you live there—you practically do anyway—and grab a water bottle. as you close the fridge you yelp at the sudden sight of isaac in the archway. you clench your jaw, breaking the brief eye contact.
“you’re serious, huh?” isaac scoffs, leaning into the doorway. you look up at him. his once soft brown eyes are filled with concern and annoyance. “what?” you quirk back, “i‘m helping larry. excuse me—“
“nah, nah. you don’t get to ignore me and not tell me why when i’m standing right in front of you,” isaac blocks your way. you try and side step him but he’s quicker, arms now crossed. “isaac, i have shit to do,” you curse, trying your best to glare despite the guilt building in your chest. “y/n, why are you pushing me away? you’re doin’ the very thing you hate from other people. ghosting me without explanation. if you’re mad. say why you’re mad,” isaac speaks loudly but he isn’t yelling. you can tell he’s frustrated and trying his best to contain himself.
“i’m not mad—but you’ll make me mad if you don’t move,” you try and move around him again but he blocks your way, “isaac!” you call out with pure frustration.
“you’re acting like a child, y/n!”
“there is nothing wrong!”
“then fucking talk to me!” he retorts back loudly.
your eyes snap wide. he’s never yelled at you in a serious matter but you can’t blame him. if you were in his shoes, the whole group home would’ve been blown to pieces finding answers already. but—just like your best friend. you’re hot headed. if an argument drives him away, that’s how you have to do it. make it easier for everyone.
you glare up at him, “fuck this—“ you push him out of the way, headed towards the stairs but he’s close behind. “you were fine a week ago. a week ago you were sitting in my room helping me come up with fuckin’ challenges for last to leave! last week—jesus, you were fine last week, y!n!” he speaks, following you up the stairs.
normally, you’d admire his stubbornness but jesus christ, is it getting on your nerves currently.
“maybe it’s the mental illness. i don’t know, isaac. shit happens!” you yell back, now at the top of the stairs. “shit happens? three years of you being my best friend and ‘shit happens’?” isaac quotes in the air, “you’re helpin’ larry. not me. what did i do?”
“i can help larry and there not be an issue, isaac,” you retort back quickly, now facing the man. isaac runs an annoyed hand over his face. “there clearly is one when you haven’t replied back to me and days and haven’t even spoken to me or banged on my door incessantly,” he stands with his hands on his hips.
you copy his stance, “once again. shit happens.”
“and that’s bullshit. you’re pushing away. why? i have no idea but y’know what?” isaac’s voice turns to a whisper, “it hurts. it does, y/n and i’m sick of it. you are one of my best friends. you’re so big on communication yet, here you are! not communicating!” isaac is getting animated. his hands flying through the air the more angry he gets. “there is nothing to communicate. i’ve been busy. i showed up today to help larry,” you try and calmly lie through your teeth.
isaac takes a deep breath, “oh my fucking—“ he curses under his breath, “you’re avoiding talking about avoiding me. like, you realize how ridiculous this is getting, right?”
“you’re the one making it ridiculous,” you sass back.
“we are best friends—“
“let me go already!” you break as you shout. the guilt is crushing you. you want to get this over with. isaac is an amazing person. one of the best and doing this, losing him, it pains you to do this. you’ve lost so many people but this crush will only get worse. that’s not fair to him, not when it won’t be reciprocated.
isaac’s face forms into one of confusion, gaze slightly softening, “what? let you go?”
you gulp as a lump of tears dares to break you. you take a shaky breath and isaac’s concern grows, anger fading as he watches your shallow breaths. “let me go. i am too much. i ask for too much. i’m too clingy. i’m annoying. i ask to hang out too much,” you list off the insecurities, speaking your thoughts out loud. thoughts you know isaac shares.
his brows furrow. he steps closer to you and you don’t move, staring at how hard you’re trying not to cry. “what the hell are you talking about? you’re none of those,” isaac speaks softly. you sniffle, “oh, come on. stop. just stop,” you say, looking anywhere but him but his 6’4 self takes up half the view anyway.
isaac inhales sharply, hands falling to his sides, “why only me though? that’s what i don’t understand. why are you avoiding me? you’re not anything of those things, y/n. have i been teasing you too much?” he chuckles, trying to lighten the air but you’re still fighting back tears.
the confession rests on your tongue. commit to it. confessing your feelings will surely ruin what’s left of the friendship.
“what did i do to make you feel this way? like, genuinely. tell me so i won’t do it again,” isaac sighs, begging for you to just look him in the eyes. you don’t respond, looking at the floor as tears begin to blur your vision.
“y/n,” isaac speaks with frustration in his tone, “why—“
“because i love you! god fucking—“ you cut yourself off as you realize it slipped. the house is spinning. you definitely can’t look him in the eyes now.
“huh?” isaac squeaks out, just now processing the words, “because you love me?” does he need it spelled out?
you groan, holding your head in your hands. “if you love me, then are you acting like this?” isaac cluelessly questions.
“fucking—i’m in love with you, isaac!” you confess even more, eyes bouncing from his fan made bracelet to the singular silver band around his middle finger. now, the world goes fully slightly. you can hear isaac’s breathing on top of your own.
“well, shit,” isaac scoffs. almost sounding relieved. “that’s it?” he chuckles. your knit your eyebrows together, looking him in the eyes. now you’re confused.
“huh?” now it’s your turn to say.
isaac laughs, resting his hands on your shoulders as he rubs circles into your skin. “i love you, too. like, in love with you,” isaac says quietly, smiling down at you.
you pull your head back in astonishment, “you do—“
but you’re cut off by isaac connecting your lips, bending down to your head to make it easier for you. after a moment, you kiss back, feeling like you’re in a dream about to shake into a nightmare.
he pulls away, “communication, aye? i mean, maybe if i wasn’t so scared—i would’ve said something sooner.”
“you were scared?” you giggle. isaac holds your face, laughing, “oh, god, yeah. terrified. should’ve heard the shit the boys have had to endure.”
“yeah, they probably heard the same on my end,” you melt into his touch. isaac tilts his head to the side, “why were you so scared? i thought i was being obvious.”
“i thought you were being nice,” you shake your head in disbelief. isaac does the same, bringing into a much needed hug that just pieces you together. “i didn’t think you’d like someone like me. i look like peter griffin when i smile,” you joke at your own expense. “oh, you’re fucking silly. you’re silly in the head,” he ruffles your hair before resting a kiss on the top of your head, “i like your curves, doofus. i like your body. and you do not look like peter griffin.”
you both laugh in each others arms, basking in the other’s touch.
“finally. jesus!” larry yells from his doorway as he looks at you both, “i was tired of hearing all this shit!”
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