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micvhisms:

❛ that party is the reason i’m an alcoholic, ❜  micah grumbled, taking another sip of his drink. he didn’t know why he was at work today, but there was nothing to do at the apartment. he figured if everyone else would be here, he might as well come, too. he glanced over at isaiah. he hadn’t spoken much to him since before blair’s passing, so he wasn’t exactly sure where they stood. things had seemed good at the party, but he wasn’t sure. ❛ d-did they shut the frat down again? ❜  ( @isaiahmax​ )

isaiah let out a bark of a laugh, shaking his head. “you sure that’s the only reason, dude?” he asked, good-naturedly. isaiah pulled a face, shrugging slightly as he tossed a toy football in the air and caught it, over and over again. “i dunno. i’m surprised they haven’t already. but y’know zach. he’s a sweet talker with everyone, not just the ladies.” he grinned. “but hey, it’s not a party until one of us gets accused of murder, conspiracy, or nearly arrested. right?”

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ashcohens:

ashley shifted slightly on the couch as isaiah leaned forward, reaching over to gently scratch his back. most of the team was moving a bit slower after everything that had happened, and isaiah was no exception. not that ashley could blame them, even if she didn’t really know what was in store for damaris. “is that really the distraction you want?” she teased, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth to bite back a smile. “but of course i’ll do it. you don’t even have to ask.” 

isaiah leaned into her touch naturally, offering her a smile, and a brief peck on the lips. at her words, he couldn’t help grinning slowly, an eyebrow arching up. “you got other ideas for me?” isaiah teased right back, eyes going to her lips, then back to meet her own eyes. “yeah? thanks babe, you’re too good to me.” he leaned over, kissing her once, then twice, then three quick times on the lips again. isaiah’s mouth hovered on hers, not leaving just yet. “guess i gotta get all my kissing in now, unless we plan on recording a different kind of video for our fans.” he joked, reluctantly but finally pulling away. isaiah handed her his phone, where some of the questions were. “let me know when you’re ready and we’ll start recording.” he paused, glancing over at her. “and... if anything makes you uncomfortable, or... i just mean. you don’t have to answer it. q & a is important, but you come first still.”

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itskimibitch:

if you don’t want to sound like a stereotype, then don’t say stereotyped stuff. the thought came viciously, but she managed to pretend she didn’t hear for another moment. then she glanced at him, as if only hearing the tail end of his sentence. she was surprised by his question, and it piqued her interest enough for him to humor him. with a small, near apologetic smile, she plucks out her earphones. ❛ me? i… sure? ❜  

ever since everything that had happened, isaiah could kinda see kimi in a more positive light. kinda. she had stuck up for him, in a weird, not-really, sort of way. and of late, she hadn’t seemed too fake at least. so isaiah nodded, encouragingly. “the fans don’t get to see nearly as much of you as they probably wanna.” he told her, offering a smile and nodding his head, to gesture for her to come over, before handing her his phone. “there’s a few questions i’ve pulled up on there. just pick whichever one you feel most comfortable answering, and i’ll start recording.”

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cristicns:

his eyes partially closed as he lounged in one of the headquarter’s office chairs, cristian’s brow raised in reaction to isaiah’s voice. “ yeah, well, i’m not really their biggest fan right now either, ” he mumbled before opening his eyes at the other’s following proposition. cristian stared at isaiah for a moment, a hint of hesitation in his gaze at first, but eventually, his shameless ego was unable to hold back a comment. “ well, i mean, might as well give the fans what they want, right ? ” he quipped, his expression remaining serious, but an inkling of a sly smirk playing at the corner of his lip.

isaiah had kept his words open, for anyone to respond to, but as soon as cristian spoke- he had to try his hardest not to sigh, or to droop slightly. logically speaking, he knew it wasn’t cristian who had fucked up their entire lives, and tried to kill ashley mere weeks ago... but everytime isaiah looked at the male, or even thought about him- a rage overtook him. he remembered how he’d punched ‘cristian’ over and over again, until they were both covered in blood. and how he’d looked holding that saw, over ashley’s half unconscious body. now, though, he took in a deep breath, and forced a small smile. “that’s the spirit.” isaiah agreed, rubbing a hand over his face, tiredly. “but if it starts getting a bit too r-rated, i’m cutting it, dude.”

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julicnsv:

a lot of julian’s effort was going into work, but nothing was getting done. he’d stared at an email for nearly fifteen minutes after deleting every response he’d started to type. “hmm?” julian hummed as he turned to face the other boy. isaiah had been so quiet, he didn’t even know he was still in the room. “oh,” julian laughed, “do you think you can get a good episode with two skeptics?”

isaiah started laughing almost immediately, having not thought about that exactly. that’s how tired he’d been of late. “good point. but at least we’d give the fans a good laugh?” and after all that had happened, they could all do with a laugh. “come on. two handsome guys like us, together? move over kim k, we could break the internet.”

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sofiavxga:

“amen to that, dude,” sofia said, spinning around in her chair to face isaiah. her head was pounding from the night before, but she’d still made the effort to come in to work, even if it meant having a cup of coffee by her side at all times. “there’s gotta be other fucking frat parties for them profile–beyond the grave?” she echoed. after a moment of thought, she shrugged. “sure. why not. don’t expect me to be too, uh, creative, right now though. i feel like shit.”

isaiah nodded, even though sofia couldn’t exactly see him with her chair facing the other way, until she spun to face him. he almost considered making a comment about how exhausted she looked. more and more so these days. it was slightly alarming. but, he kept his mouth shut, as always. “clearly they’re obsessed with us. maybe they just wanted to ask when the next episode will be out, and this was their only way to try and do it.” he joked, weakly. isaiah smiled, gratefully, as sofia agreed. “thanks. since eli...” he trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence. “anyways. it’s just been a lot to try and handle myself.” he gestured towards his open laptop. “squeeze in. we’ll livestream.” isaiah paused. “and uh- try not to swear too much, right? we have impressionable youth.” isaiah teased.

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“i hate to sound like a stereotype, but i’m really gettin’ sick of these cops.” isaiah mused aloud, as he sat on the couch in headquarters, head in his hands. he was exhausted from the events of last night, even though he hadn’t even been drinking, or doing anything too wild. he could only imagine how zach, or micah felt. “i need a distraction.” he rubbed at his eyes sleepily. “how would you feel about maybe doing some q&a about beyond the grave with me?”

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ASHLEY: hey do you guys know where i can get one of those necklaces with the little "T" on it?

MICAH: that's a cross.

ASHLEY: oh okay. across from where?

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sofiavxga:

“i said i hadn’t gotten a full night’s sleep in five days. come on isaiah, keep up.” she clapped her hands with the words keep up for emphasis. she scoffed. “what jules doesn’t know won’t hurt him. what? like a shrink? i’m not crazy, dude. i just need some entertainment.”

isaiah stifled another yawn, putting a hand over his mouth. “whazzatime?” he mumbled out, still unsure as to what was happening. “maybe you should tell him, because i hate to break it to you- but not sleeping properly is not good for you.”  isaiah pointed out, opening the door slightly wider for her. “come on. you can crash in my bed, i’ll take the couch. i might have some tea or somethin’ i can make you. that always helps me?” he paused. “or.. i mean, i have some pot?”

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zprescott:

in a victory cheer, zach raised both of his arms high above his head, fist pumping the air once. “beer night!” he said, fairly loud. when zach lowered his arms, he rested one on isaiah’s shoulders, ringing him in for a hug. “it’s because i’ve been with the boys since freshman year. none of them are as chill as you, though. it’s going to be totally different. the room mate to my heart, bro.”

isaiah laughed, patting zach’s back as the pair bugged. “that’s right, that’s what i like to hear.” he almost sang, nodding proudly at the admission. he pulled back, just briefly, to show the touched expression on his face. “bro, you’re the room mate to my heart.” isaiah reiterated, “you, me, and ash hanging out? sounds just like old times, and exactly what i need after everything else that’s gone down, dude.”

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ashcohens:

“nope,” ashley said shaking her head. “i’m fine, really. all i need is your company.”  she opened her mouth to tell him that yes, she was warm enough, but isaiah had his jacket over her shoulders before she could get the words out. “thanks.” despite the fact that she had been about to insist she didn’t need the jacket, the second isaiah put it on her, she stuck her arms through the sleeves and pulled it tighter around her, burying her nose in the fabric. upon entering isaiah’s apartment, ashley kept his jacket on as she kicked off her shoes and curled up on his couch. “it’s kinda weird here without a roommate around. did zach say how long he was gonna stay?”

“then my company you have.” isaiah agreed, arm sliding from her shoulders, to take her hand instead after she pushed her arms through his jacket. he couldn’t help but grin at how cute she looked in it. “you’re tiny.” he teased. the sleeves of the jacket basically engulfed her hands entirely. isaiah threw the apartment keys onto the kitchen counter, and nodded. “yeah. it’s... really weird.” he agreed, trying not to think about that whole situation. at the mention of zach, isaiah grinned. “nah, but he knows he can stay as long as he needs.” or so isaiah hoped, even if he never said it explicitly aloud to zach. “okay, food. we gotta keep your food and liquid volumes up.” isaiah added, walking over to the fridge. “what have you eaten today?” he had retained everything all the doctors and nurses had told ashley to do, and he was making it his job to ensure they got it all down pat.

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zprescott:

for a while, zach was a bit worried that his close relationship with ash would cause tension between him and isaiah–but the two had a friendship that couldn’t be troubled with something as petty as jealousy.·“alright, man, if you say so.” zach agreed with a little laugh.·“yeah, i bet she’s better than me in a couple areas,” he chuckled.·“can she drink on her meds right now? it’ll be no fun for her to be sober while we’re kicking back. all for one, you know?”

isaiah rolled his eyes playfully in return. he paused, frowning. “you’re right. well- good news is, all beers are for you then.” isaiah said easily enough. if ashley couldn’t do it, then isaiah didn’t want to either. “all for one.” he agreed, with a grin. “i can’t believe we’ve never roomed together before, dude. we’re like. room-soul-mates.”

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sofiavxga:

“okay, so, here’s the deal,” sofia began as the door in front of her opened, not even pausing to let them speak. she hadn’t really been sleeping that entire week, and the insomnia was really starting to make her lose her mind. after pacing, raiding the fridge and getting in a screaming match with her roommate, she decided that she needed some air. after a brief period of wandering, she’d wound up outside a door. “i haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep in five days. i am exhausted, i am pissed, and worst of all, i am bored. ayúdame.”

isaiah rubbed at his own eyes, sleepily. his fluffy, slept-in hair sticking up in different directions.  “what?” he asked, slowly, frowning. “what d’you mean you haven’t slept in five days?” isaiah didn’t know much about her sleeping pattern, but he knew that still wasn’t normal behaviour probably. “does julian know this?” he couldn’t help asking. “or have you maybe, you know, considered going to see someone, sof?”

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ncomiis:

“ after a much needed trip— i do feel… better. did you guys know we have fans down in san francisco? because we do: and it’s a lot of them. i just wanted to see the bridge and visit the house from full house in peace but no that was too much to ask for. first of all, i was greeted by like ten people at the airport. it was so strange because like, we’re not even big celebrities, y’know? i’d expect something like this if we were like… i don’t know literally anyone else. anyways, after the whole airport thing i checked in to the hotel and people there were asking if i was there on an ‘investigation’. i was like “ bitch do i look like—” but cut myself off because like, i’m trying to change as a person. i need to be more carefree… relaxed… but it’s so hard doing that when people ask me stupid questions. if this is how julian, vee and kimi feel al the time i’d seriously consider for all of us not to be such dumbasses anymore. wait— what was i saying? ” naomi had rambled and branched out of her story far enough for even herself to not remember what exactly she was talking about. but it was a good sign, she was slowly ( but surely ) returning back to her normal, talkative state.

isaiah looked up, just as naomi began to talk, and he couldn’t stop himself from grinning- in pure relief. she sounded like herself again. finally. it felt like so long, and he never thought he’d be happier to hear naomi nonsensically rant about whatever again. as she spoke, isaiah couldn’t help himself. he walked over, immediately engulfing her in a giant bear hug. it just felt good to see and hear something normal, after everything they’d been through. “’m glad you had a good trip.” he said honestly, holding on for a few moments before letting go. he’d probably never hugged naomi in his life, but honestly- that’s how glad he was to get some semblance of their old life back.