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cyanoticfireflies · 7 hours
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Hazbin Group Chat Fic, pt 3
(Part 1) (Part 2)
CharChar: You guys, you guys!  I just thought of an a-maz-ing~ idea for an activity that we can all do!
PurpleFemale: Sure, babe.  Lay it on us.
CharChar: We should have a talent show!
PurpleFemale: Ummm.
SssirP: Charlie, not to rain on your parade, of course, but that sounds like it might end the same way show and tell did….
SeXXXySpider: Not my fault that my talents tend to run in a certain direction, baby.
WhiskeyWhiskers: I do seem to recall you saying that wasn’t the only thing you’re good at.
SeXXXySpider: Yeah, but I doubt dollface wants me offing a guy on stage any more than she wants me getting one off.
Alastor: Oh, good, entirely as expected, Charlie’s idea is quickly going down the drain.
CharChar: This. Is. Fine.
PurpleFemale: Tired of saying that yet?
CharChar: Nope!
CharChar: But seriously, wouldn’t it be fun?  We can all show off something that we can do that’s, like, a special talent that we don’t normally get to display!
SssirP: I suppose that could be interesting.
PurpleFemale: No inventing death machines for your talent, Pentious.
SssirP: I wasn’t going to!
SssirP: … possibly
Alastor: Oh-ho, special talents, eh?  This could be interesting, I suppose.
NaNaNaNiff: Bossss, Miss Charlie said no killing people on stage.
Alastor: My dear Niffty, I would never!  Blood would be impossible to get out of the carpets, and that’s not the image we want people who come to the hotel to have.
CharChar: And also because killing people is a bad thing to do!
CharChar: … It’s been way too many seconds and no one has agreed with me.
CharChar: This is “getting redeemed” 101, you guys.
SssirP: Sorry, Princess.
SeXXXySpider: I recall someone just saying they’d help kill Val, soooooo
CharChar: He’d regenerate.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Savage.  I kind of like it.
PurpleFemale: Ugh.  Anyway.  Talent show.  Yes?  No?  Maybe?
SeXXXySpider: Why not?  I’m in.
SssirP: Me too!  It actually sounds fun.
NaNaNaNiff: Hehe, what’s everyone’s talent going to be~~~
CharChar: My first thought was to sing.  But I guess you guys do hear me sing all the time.
SeXXXySpider: You’re like a real-life fairytale princess, doll.
NaNaNiff: Do re me fa so la ti do!
Alastor: Your singing is quite fine, but surely there’s something else that you can do?
CharChar: Hmm.  Oh!  So this is going to sound kind of silly, but I can juggle.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Wait, what?
CharChar: Yeah!  I mean, not a ton of things, like having 20 things flying through the air.  But I can juggle a reasonable amount of things.
SeXXXySpider: Both shocked and not shocked?  At the same time?
PurpleFemale: Wait.  I didn’t know that?
CharChar: It’s been a long time.  I’d have to practice before we did an actual talent show.  I wouldn’t want to mess up in front of you guys!
SssirP: What will you plan to be juggling?
CharChar: I’ll have to think about it.  Maybe nothing breakable, just in case.
SeXXXySpider: That’s half the fun!
SeXXXySpider: LOL, juggle the bar glasses!
WhiskeyWhisker: Not a chance.
CharChar: I’ll pick something.  What about everyone else?  Vaggie!  What are you going to do?
PurpleFemale: I can’t really think of any talents I especially have.
SssirP: There must be something you’re good at
PurpleFemale: Um.  I can do some gymnastics things?  I had to learn how to maneuver around when I was in training.  So I could show off some of those tricks, maybe?
SeXXXySpider: Actually, that would be kinda cool
SeXXXySpider: ┬──┬ ¯\_¯\_ (ツ)
SeXXXySpider: Vault the table, V
PurpleFemale: Again with the things….
PurpleFemale: But, I mean, I can.
NaNaNaNiff: Vaggie hanging from the chandelier!
PurpleFemale: I don’t trust that chandelier not to fall if I’m hanging from it, honestly.
Alastor: Offended.
WhiskeyWhiskers: I guess I can step in and volunteer to show you guys some card tricks that I know.
NaNaNaNiff: Oooh!  I like Husk’s card tricks!  He’s really really good!
WhiskeyWhiskers: Thanks, Niff
SeXXXySpider: Wait, like… is this your card kind of stuff?  Is the kitty psychic?
SeXXXySpider: Quick, what am I thinking?
WhiskeyWhiskers: I’m getting nothing but static from between your ears, brat.
SeXXXySpider: *Gasp!*
NaNaNaNiff: Not just that!  Husk can do all kinds of tricks with shuffling cards and making certain cards come up!
SssirP: Really???
WhiskeyWhiskers: Yeah.
CharChar: That sounds amazing, Husk!  I can’t wait to see.
SeXXXySpider: For my part
SeXXXySpider: Iiiii am happy to show off some dance moves.
PurpleFemale: No.
SeXXXySpider: Wow, rude.  First of all, yes, I know how to dance with my clothes still on.  And pole dancing is a lot harder than you’d think!
SeXXXySpider: It requires a lot of strength and balance and coordination, you know.  One missed grip and I could go splat on the stage.
SeXXXySpider: Both embarrassing and potentially painful!
SeXXXySpider: But if you’re good at it, it can be really cool.
SssirP: I really don’t want to see Angel naked.
PurpleFemale: The first piece of clothing that comes off, I’m yanking you off that stage.
SeXXXySpider: Eh, I’m used to being grabbed at while I’m on stage.
PurpleFemale: … Still not okay, Angel.
SeXXXySpider: ¯\_¯\_(ツ)_/¯_/¯
CharChar: I think we should let Angel do it.  I believe in him!
Alastor: You certainly continue to be an optimist, don’t you, dear?
CharChar: Well, what are you going to do, Alastor?
Alastor: I think I shall excuse myself from this little display of yours.
PurpleFemale: Everyone has to participate.
Alastor: Mmmmm, no.
SssirP: I wonder, can showing something off that I made be a talent?
SeXXXySpider: Vaggie already said no weapons.
SssirP: I wasn’t!  I actually… well.
SeXXXySpider: Ye-e-e-e-es?
SssirP: I happen to be quite skilled at the creation of outfits.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Wait, like… sewing?
SssirP: Why yes.
NaNaNaNiff: Ehehe, really????
SssirP: I am.  I have created outfits for the Egg Boiz.  I could arrange them in a fashion show to display some of their costumes.
CharChar: That’s adorable, Pentious!
SssirP: Aww, thank you.
NaNaNaNiff: Hehehe, and I shall put on a roach puppet show!
CharChar: Oh.
PurpleFemale: We asked for this….
SeXXXySpider: Yeeeeeeeeep
CharChar: I guess that’s okay.  Sure, Niffty.  Puppet show it is.
NaNaNaNiff: Yay!
NaNaNaNiff: I had this idea for a Romeo and Juliet story except instead of poison and daggers they blew up the whole town!
WhiskeyWhiskers: Off course you did, Niff.
CharChar: Alastor, come on.  Everyone else is going to participate.  You can’t be the only one not showing off some kind of talent.
Alastor: My talents are rather targeted use, my dear.
SeXXXySpider: Actually.
Alastor: Be SiLeNt, SpIdEr
SeXXXySpider: Charlie?
CharChar: Now now, Alastor.  Let Angel say what he wants to say.
Alastor: Mm, nO
SeXXXySpider: Didn’t that mess Mimsy say Alastor was a good dancer
Alastor: I WiLl EnD YoU
CharChar: Alastor, no!
CharChar: We don’t hurt other members of the hotel.
Alastor: It’S QuItE EaSy
CharChar: Angel, do you want to come hide in our room for a bit?
SeXXXySpider: Already at your door.
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oingomyboingos · 1 year
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shoutout to the nightbloggers all my homies love nightbloggers
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reniadeb · 2 years
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🐝🐝🍯
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emilicious0 · 3 months
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let's create a hazbin hotel gc?? 😭😭😭 I need someone to talk about this show
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 month
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My mom texted the group chat with photo of a box of groceries, then a few hours later sent a DIFFERENT picture of a box of the same groceries, so my brother asked, “What, did you stomp on the other box?” but my mom just wanted more groceries.
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mikaela-wl · 2 months
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UNHE@LTHY WL GROUPCHAT!!
if you need a safe space for support, advice, and tips then this post is for you! :)
if you’d like to join just add @mikaela-wl on snapchat, comment (or private message me) your username and you will be added!
the only @ that will add you is the one previously stated!!!
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rules and requirements:
- ages 15 and over!
- be active and engage in conversations!
- girls only for now!
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things that are allowed:
• body checks
•weight checks
•tips
• rants
• wieiad snaps
anything else is still undecided
this groupchat is for us to support each other and help us reach our goals, but it is also meant to be a community! pls feel free to gossip, ask for advice/support etc!
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I had way too much fun making this😂😭😂😭
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writersmorgue · 1 year
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they’re in love 🫶
thank you anon i love this so much.
hbd laura ingalls wilder my childhood idol
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johnwickb1tsch · 2 months
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"Get to know you" chat? @treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake
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starch1ldz · 7 days
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In the bau gc:
Penelope: SHARKS DON'T HAVE BONES??
Y/n: No, they have cartilage skeletons.
Emily: "I'm gonna send this to the gc watch y/n be like "oh you didn't know that already?"- Pen
Penelope: not in a bad way! I just knew you'd know.
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cyanoticfireflies · 15 days
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Hazbin Group Chat Fic, pt 1
* CharChar added PurpleFemale, SeXXXySpider, SssirP, Husk, NaNaNaNiff, and Alastor to “Hazbin Hotel’s Home for Imaginary Friends” *
CharChar: Hi, friends!
SssirP: But… but we’re not imaginary.
PurpleFemale: I think it’s related to some TV show on earth.
SeXXXySpider: Shh, don’t say the T-dot-V word or flat-face will come spy on us.
SeXXXySpider: Also wow @ Husk & Alastor.  We can totally tell who are the digital grandpas in this friend group.
Alastor: I beg your pardon?
NaNaNaNiff: Ehehe, your usernames.
Alastor: Yes?
NaNaNaNiff: They’re just your names.  Laaaame.
Husk: I’m not calling myself some stupid nickname.
SeXXXySpider: Bwahaha, two seconds, kitty.  I assume you’re down at the bar.
Husk: Oh god.
PurpleFemale: Run, Husk.
* Husk changed his name to KittyKat *
* KittyKat changed his name to Husk *
* Husk changed his name to NiceTryFurball *
* NiceTryFurball changed his name to Husk *
* Husk changed his name to WhiskeyWhiskers *
WhiskeyWhiskers: This… can stay.
SeXXXySpider: I win!
WhiskeyWhiskers: If you touch my phone again, I’ll break your fingers, brat.
SeXXXySpider: Weird kink, but actually not the strangest thing I’ve done so far this week ~ <3 ~
PurpleFemale: That… that’s not okay, Angel.
SeXXXySpider: ¯\_¯\_(ツ)_/¯_/¯
NaNaNaNiff: Awww, you gave him the extra arms!!!
SeXXXySpider: You know it, Niff.
Alastor: I’ve been here approximately three minutes and already feel my brain rotting away.  Charlie, what exactly was the point of this?
CharChar: Okay, so I figured even though we all live together that we still need a way to communicate whenever we’re not actually together.
SssirP: For what, exactly?
CharChar: Anything!  If there’s just something you want to share with the group.  It can be an idea for an exercise for us or a funny joke you thought of or just letting me know that the handle is broken on your bathroom sink!
WhiskeyWhiskers: Don’t all you fucks spend enough time with each other?  And I should know – I keep getting dragged along on your little misadventures.
SeXXXySpider: Bet.
WhiskeyWhiskers: What?
SeXXXySpider: Not the kind of bet you’re used to.
SssirP: “The term bet can be used in a few different ways on social media but generally means agreed or okay.”
SeXXXySpider: Bet.
PurpleFemale: Siiiiigh.  And here we have Angel, the perpetually online e-boy.
SeXXXySpider: Uwu?
PurpleFemale: Kill it with fire.
NaNaNaNiff: Eheheheheh.
PurpleFemale: Don’t actually kill it with fire.
NaNaNaNiff: No fun :-(((
Alastor: I’m still very confused.
SeXXXySpider: Just go with it.  You’ll catch on.
CharChar: Thanks, Angel.  I’m glad someone is immediately on board.
SeXXXySpider: (bb^_^)bb
SssirP: I’m not opposed.  I’ve never been in a group chat before.
PurpleFemale: Really?  You didn’t have one for you and your egg things?
SssirP: Giving the Egg Boiz cellular phones is a very bad idea.  Trust me.  A very bad idea.
SeXXXySpider: I’m so fascinated to get that story out of you someday.
CharChar: Angel, will you help Alastor change his name too?
SeXXXySpider: Iiiii will not.
Alastor: SmArT BoY
SeXXXySpider: Eep
PurpleFemale: Eep
SssirP: Eep
CharChar: Oh, come on, Alastor.  It’s part of the fun!  Here, bring me your phone and I’ll help you!
Alastor: I assure you that I am quite fine, my dear.
WhiskeyWhiskers: She gets a pat on the head and Angel gets a vague death threat?  Checks out.
SeXXXySpider: ^
SssirP: But it is kind of fun, having a different name.
PurpleFemale: What would Alastor’s name even be?
SeXXXySpider: Honestly, he’d probably go with, like “RadioDemon” and think he was being clever.
CharChar: I’ll come up with a list of ideas!
NaNaNaNiff: RadioRudolph
Alastor: No.
Alastor: And, my dear Niffty, why are you engaging in all of this nonsense?
NaNaNaNiff: Ehehehe, because they can text me whenever they find a bug!
WhiskeyWhiskers: There’s one bothering me at the bar.
SeXXXySpider: Hey, she already tried to stab me once.
SeXXXySpider: Also, the clue is in the name, baby.  Spider.  Not bug.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Only once?  Pussy.
SeXXXySpider: (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
SssirP: Actually, that one does look like it has cat whiskers.
SeXXXySpider: (=^ ◡ ^=)
SssirP: Aww.
CharChar: You know, that does raise an important question!  Niffty, do you also go after spiders or only bugs?
NaNaNaNiff: Spiders are our friends!  They eat all of the nasty little buggies.  They tie them up and then suck them dry!
PurpleFemale: Angel, no.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Don’t do it.
CharChar: That’s….
SeXXXySpider: Don’t mind me over here deleting my half-completed text then.
PurpleFemale: Do you have any shame?
SeXXXySpider: ¯\_¯\_(ツ)_/¯_/¯
SeXXXySpider: I mean, they’re usually the ones doing the tying up, sooooooo
SeXXXySpider: Niff can be half-right.
Alastor: Regretting your decisions yet, Charlie?
PurpleFemale: About starting this group text or about life in general?
Alastor: That I shall leave up to her.
CharChar: This. Is. Fine.
CharChar: (Angel, if you need someone to talk to…)
SeXXXySpider: Thanks, doll, but my therapy comes in little plastic baggies.
PurpleFemale: Speaking of, we found the stash taped to the underside of the couch.  I believe that may have been the last one, yes?
SeXXXySpider: …
SeXXXySpider: My therapy is *supposed to* come in little plastic baggies.
CharChar: I’d say sorry, Angel, but I’m honestly not that sorry.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Good job, girls.
SeXXXySpider: Hey, Niffty, did anyone ever tell you that cats are a species of bug?
NaNaNaNiff: Nice try~
SeXXXySpider: You know, I remember someone did once call me “Whore Bug”
PurpleFemale: *Snort* What?
SeXXXySpider: Yup
SssirP: Ah, I did intend to apologize for that
SeXXXySpider: Eh, I punched you in the face. (งง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)งง  We’re even
PurpleFemale: Wait, what happened?
PurpleFemale: Also, Angel, where do you keep getting all of those?
SeXXXySpider: oo(◕␣~)oo
PurpleFemale: No
SssirP: It was when I was still trying to help the Vees.
SssirP: Before I realized that Vox is a jerk.
SeXXXySpider: ^
WhiskeyWhiskers: Not gonna lie, that’s actually kind of funny.
CharChar: Remember what I taught you, Pentious?
SssirP: Ah, yes!
SssirP: Angel, I’m sorry I called you WhoreBug.
SeXXXySpider: Thanks IG but I’m not sorry for punching you.
SeXXXySpider: Also, I’ve been called worse.
PurpleFemale: Once again, Angel.  That’s not okay.
SeXXXySpider: I’m getting tired of typing the shrug
PurpleFemale: Or you could take your own trauma seriously for, like, two seconds.
SeXXXySpider: Or I could bury my trauma in sarcasm and ice cream.
WhiskeyWhiskers: Replace ice cream with bourbon and I’ve been there
CharChar: Note to self, see if Alastor can find a therapist for the hotel
Alastor: I shall keep an eye open, my dear girl
CharChar: Do you think Rosie knows somebody?
PurpleFemale: Do we really want a cannibal living in the hotel?
CharChar: The hotel welcomes ~everybody~
SeXXXySpider: Resisting. Urge. To. Make. Eating. Joke.
CharChar: See?!  That’s growth!
SeXXXySpider: Resisting. Urge. To. Make. Growth. Joke.
NaNaNaNiff: Hehehehehe.
SssirP: I actually don’t know what the jokes would have been???
WhiskeyWhiskers: Keep that innocence, bud
(Part 2) (Part 3)
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redadidassneakers · 1 year
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Regulus: who the fuck added me to the fucking group chat
Sirius: :0 language little brother
Barty: yeah, watch your fucking language
James: OKAY WHO TAUGHT BARTY THE FUCK WORD?
Remus: the fuck word?
Peter: are you guys stupid? You use the f word all the time
Sirius: omg wormy censored fuck
Remus: say fuck, Pete
Barty: do it Pettigrew, say fuck
*regulus has left the chat*
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l6sadi · 8 days
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IF I KILL HIM... HIS LIFE, HIS STYLE, HIS FACE... EVERYTHING WILL BE MINE
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I'm still proud of this
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cherryyan49 · 10 months
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Pretty girl
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an isaacwhy fic
she/her prns, uses of [name]
based on the song : pretty girl by highvyn
a/n: hi ! um I've never wrote fics before, so I would like to apologize in advance c: I was listening to this song and had an idea, so I attempted to write it <3 I've also never written x readers before so erm anyways! here's isaac being a simp
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
7:16 pm
The white numbers read on Isaac’s computer. He glanced around his room after dispersing from his friends a few minutes prior. Low music played from his speakers, filling the silence, as he scrolled through his instagram seeing your newest post. It was a little camera roll dump, consisting of images of you, plants and other random things that had some significance to you. He smiled to himself, pretty girl, he thought. Isaac would like to not admit to the fact that you have a lingering effect on him, constantly infecting his brain as if you were a zombie. But in fact, you’re not a zombie, you’re one of his closest friends, one of his pretty friends. A certain notification startled his trance,
‘hii !! would you like to come over for a small dinner, just me and you? I made some really good fajitas, and I don’t want to drive :T would you please ignore the mess <3’ –[initial]
He read your texts, come over– dinner– please ignore the mess. Immediately, he sent a response and grabbed his keys. The latter couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see you, let alone have dinner with you. Your text made him more giddy than just thinking about you.
。・:*˚:✧。
Isaac stood in front of your black apartment door, contemplating whether or not he should rip the bandaid off tonight. Normally, he wouldn’t even consider talking about these feelings to you ever. Especially not after all of his friends told him to do otherwise. He shook off his thoughts and knocked on your door. And there you were, the pretty girl, his close friend, asking him to dinner, standing right in front of him. Smiling, he followed you inside and towards her table. He couldn’t help but look around the girl’s place as if he hadn't seen it over a million times.
“What mess am I supposed to be ignoring here, [name]?” Isaac asked, carefully snooping around your mini dining room. His face softened, hearing you giggle;
“The kitchen is a wreck because I didn’t want to clean up for once. The rest of the place should be fine, but that’s why I invited you,” she teased back.
He playfully rolled his eyes, smiling at the way you smiled, gently grabbing his plate and handing it to him. Isaac admired the way you held yourself, even making a chicken fajita taco, he loved every single second of it. You turned to him, gesturing for him to make his plate, giggling once more
“You know I want someone to look at me the way you look at my lovely cooking.”
Isaac was taken aback for a moment, thinking he got himself caught staring at, uh your cooking? He made up a silly comment, defending that your cooking looks by far better than anything he’s seen at his house. The two of you bantered, with the occasional sharing of glances that made Isaac feel all giddy again. He just couldn’t explain it, you were like an angel who spawned right in front of him. You felt so close, yet so far from his grasp. He knew that you didn’t want him, he just knew. You guys had been friends for years, he didn’t want to lose you over some silly feelings. [Name] was going on about how her friends won’t leave her alone about her dating life, and the group. She was going on about multiple things, but Isaac had to confess,
“If I’m honest, I don't really like your friends. They’re obsessed. Not– not all of your friends, just the ones who struggle to listen to you when you’ve asked them many times,” his breath hitched, “That came out a little harsher than I intended.”
You looked away, thinking about what he said. He wasn’t all wrong, your friends weren’t the best when it came to these things, especially your best friend. Isaac quickly reached towards you, apologizing once more. His mind clouded with guilt, there was no way I just blew it again, he thought. 
“No, no you’re right, they are a bit obsessed with it, I just hate it. Like, talk to me about something else for once in a while, you know? I don’t want to talk about my feelings about someone all the time,” she said, giving Isaac a reassuring look.
“Yeah, I get it. It does seem frustrating having people act like lice in your hair,” he joked, getting [name] to laugh a bit. 
“Shut up,” she giggled. “Was the food good? I feel like I can talk to you for hours, sometimes I forget the main reason why I brought you here.”
Isaac giggled softly, “Yes the food was good. And I’m glad to say I guess have that impact on some people,” he began looking away, tossing his invisible long hair off his shoulder.
Isaac felt the hours go by after talking to you, getting lost into your words on the couch as it hits half past nine. He just never wanted to leave, which freaked him out at first. Him realizing that you really do have an effect on him, and he was scared. Isaac? Being scared? Yes. Nick had talked to him a few days prior about [name]; saying how you were hard to catch as you seemed to be rejecting people left and right. But Isaac knew deep down that the reasoning was because they didn’t fit you. They didn’t ‘complete’ you in the way you wanted to be completed, even despite being a more ‘independent’ type of girl. No one could really recognize it, until Isaac pointed it out. Hell, even Yumi called Isaac crazy for liking you, he understands why, but he can’t help but not be able to fathom the idea of liking one of his best friends.
After what felt like an eternity, Isaac grew some balls. Isaac brushed your hair out of your face, swiping through it gently, to fall off your shoulder. You looked at him, flushed but confused. He continued talking as if nothing ever happened, rambling about his newest video idea. [Name] sat there, still basking in what had just happened, completely wanting to ignore the slight butterflies the other had just given her.
“Woa, it’s so late, I guess I just have to stay over,” Isaac teased, carrying out his words. You rolled your eyes, “Oh nooooo, I guess you have to sleep on the couch while I sleep in my wonderful cozy bed,” she bantered, dramatically sighing. 
Isaac laughed softly, he couldn’t help but think to himself.  He thought he should just wait and explore his feelings, rather than explode them right here, right now. After all, this friendship was worth more to him than trying to complicate things for you.
[Name] looked at him, not wanting him to leave just yet despite it getting late. You could tell he was in his own world, taken over by his thoughts for a brief moment. As you smiled, you got up, offering your hand out.
“I say, we go to the gas station and get snacks, but I mean only if you want to,” she said, looking around.
“You could just tell me you wanna spend more time with me, I understand you know,” Isaac’s face scrunched in a teasingly manner as he continued, “But I guess we can do that, and maybe I could take you for a drive.”
“Oh be quiet, who wanted to stay here just a few minutes ago?” she rolled her eyes playfully. 
“And who wants me to stay here?” he pushes back, as he takes her hand and pulls her in for a moment. Isaac felt a rush of confidence wash over him, as he looks down at the girl. He leans down to her ear, smiling while whispering, 
“Last one to the car is paying.”
And he booked it. [Name] just stood there, eyes widened, realizing she might actually be insane. Her, liking HIM?? Or him possibly liking her?? Has your heart normally race around him? Or was that just now? You were in denial to say the least. You locked your door and ran after the tall one.
Thick silence filled the car as Isaac drove to the nearest gas station. The only noise that was heard was the faint singing in the radio, as [Name] looked out the window, replaying the actions from before. Parking, Isaac glanced over at you, basking in the way your face was highlighted in reds and purples from the neon signs in front of the store. He would be lying if he said his brain wasn’t getting drunk off the way you got out and waited at his door for him. You both went wandering into the store, grabbing multiple items, and Isaac insisted on paying.
After settling in the car, Isaac asked if you had anywhere to be tomorrow morning, gaining a ‘no’ in response. He nodded and proceeded to drive aimlessly. He didn’t have a set place on taking you, he just wanted to drive around the city, just to see your face light up from the way the buildings were lit. Isaac couldn’t help but smile to himself, seeing you sway around to the low music as he found an area to park and sit. Everything she did, every move, every word, every facial expression made Isaac swoon. Making a few jokes here n there, just to hear your laugh, and vice versa.
[Name] laid her head down on his shoulder, looking at the view of the city in front of her. She grabbed his hands, messing with his fingers as he giggled. Isaac’s phone vibrated, causing [name] to sit up and look around nervously.
“Who was it,” she asked curiously.
“Just some dumb tiktok link Larry sent me, I don’t think any of the guys know I’m here with you actually,” he replied. 
You slowly nodded, “Secretive I see.” Isaac laughed lowly, “Yes, but only because I jumped up so fast when I saw your message earlier.” 
She smiled to herself, sharing glances with him. Isaac knew better, but he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned in a bit, smiling softly causing [name] to look at him.
“This may be a mistake, but I really wanna make it,” he says inaudible as he glances at her lips to her eyes back to her lips. She kisses him. Isaac was taken a bit surprised, but he most definitely didn’t complain. Her hands cupped both of his cheeks, and she moved back to look at him, hands still placed. 
“You were pining too much, I was getting impatient,” she apologized. 
“Well sorry I wanted to be a gentleman,” he replied. 
“Okay gentleman, you’re not allowed to stay the night anymore,” she teased, removing her hands from the other, and moving back. 
“That’s not very nice to someone you just kissed,” he faked being hurt, putting his hand on his heart as if it got ripped out. 
“I don’t have to kiss you in order for you to stay the night, of course.” 
“Oh but you should,” he egged on. 
“I knew kissing you would make your ego implode,” she teased back, playfully rolling her eyes. Isaac kissed her this time, resulting in a very defeated whine from the other. 
“So I can stay the night again? Your couch is quite comfortable you know.” 
[Name] closed her eyes and sighed, “Sure you can stay the night. BUT just the couch, we can talk about this in the morning.” 
Isaac smiled, "Whatever pretty girl. "
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a/n: hi again, I hope you enjoyed that and if you didn't, don't tell me :] I hope it wasn't tooo bad, as I literally never write so aaaaa, who knows maybe I'll write more often idk !
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