I Was Watching Your Stream Yesterday, And You Mentioned Isaac Speaks Japanese.

I was watching your stream yesterday, and you mentioned Isaac speaks Japanese.

It made me kinda curious, since, if his mother passed so early on (around 12 if I remember correctly), and his grandfather was from his father’s side, how did he manage to upkeep it for so long? Did he have friends in college who spoke it, or maybe some distant relatives? 

Even if, I can’t imagine how difficult it must be for someone who hasn’t had a consistent conversation partner for 17 years to speak 3 languages fluently, (counting Spanish).

I grew up having to juggle three languages at home, and I still find it really difficult to speak and express myself in all of them properly, despite having family and friends I can talk to everyday. A part of me wants to think he tried consuming Japanese media to keep a part of his mother alive, but that’s probably me just overly romanticizing reality haha~. 

I’ve been following Isaac’s series since the beginning, and while it’s sad to see him go, I really enjoyed the ride:)) Thank you for your hard work! All of your characters are super well written and the level of detail, down to the accuracy of the geographical locations (which still blows my mind), and the small links between each of the series is actually insane. I’d kill to meet any of your oc’s irl (except for Alex *cough*). So yeah, thank you:)

(also, please ignore the grammar/spelling, this was one stream of consciousness rip)

I'd assume that, due to how fond he was of his mother and the memories they made together, he'd actively attempt to keep it close. Universities are very diverse, so I can imagine him making Japanese friends, or those who spoke the language.

I'd also think that his job and the clientele he interacts with would be from all over, including Japan, so he'd need to be adept enough in the language to read, write, and speak it. Within his library, I'd expect there to be Japanese books among them too!

In my eyes, he wouldn't forgive himself if he lost that skill because he would view it as losing a part of his mother, something he desperately strives to save.

Thank you so much for the support! (And don't worry about the writing haha)

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1 year ago

Maybe you can write about xanthus calming listener down from a panic attack? :)

Maybe You Can Write About Xanthus Calming Listener Down From A Panic Attack? :)
Maybe You Can Write About Xanthus Calming Listener Down From A Panic Attack? :)
Maybe You Can Write About Xanthus Calming Listener Down From A Panic Attack? :)

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♥ Xanthus

˜”* ❝𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: xᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

Everything was so slow, blurry, harsh. You were cold with the only warmth being from your tears. There wasn’t an exact reason you were acting this way, it wasn’t usual. You tried to keep it all in but it just spilled. Breathing was short and painful. It felt like some type of torture. 

Nobody saw you. It was just you, alone. Dontis was busy, Fran was outside, and Xanthus… Oh, Xanthus. He was probably feeling what you felt at this moment. Xanthus was most definitely panicking. 

There wasn’t much to see since your vision was blurry and your ears felt like they’d been muffled but you did hear a frantic tapping.

“Love?”

You looked to your right and saw what would look like Xanthus if your tears weren’t in the way. He’s never seen you like this and you didn’t ever want him to. 

“Xanthus.”

Your body started shaking like you were about to collapse. 

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, love.”

Xanthus rushed to your side and held you. He guided you to bed and tucked you in. You wiped some of your tears, clearing everything up and when you did you saw that pitiful look on Xanthus’ face. You could tell he felt hurt seeing you like this. 

“I’m sor–”

“Don’t apologize, love. Are you okay?”

You looked at his face which was painted with concern. A wave of emotion hit you and your tears began to fall again. Xanthus held you tighter and wiped your tears. He didn’t know what was happening but wanted to help and be there.

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

After finally settling down, you were laying in silence with Xanthus. There wasn’t anything you really wanted to say. Your tears had made you exhausted and Xanthus could see that. 

Xanthus positions himself so he can see you better, “Love?”

“Hm?”

“If you were worried about something, you would tell me, right?”

You didn’t reply. Anything would be wrong. ‘Yes’, No. ‘No’, Yes. 

“Love.”

“It depends.” You answer.

“If you had another one of these, would you tell me?”

Would you? That was the question. The question you truly didn’t have the answer to. 

Xanthus saw the look on your face. He sighed before lying back down. 

“Goodnight, love. I love you,” He said before kissing your forehead. He didn’t expect a reply. You normally don’t say anything after he says ‘I love you’. It didn’t make him upset. He understood. 

You didn’t go to sleep until he fell asleep. And before you did, 

“I love you too, Xanthus.”

But of course, 

Xanthus doesn’t sleep before you.

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i think i went off script.... oopsie. anyway i felt like xanthus should make a comeback since the last time i wrote for him was my first post... ANYWAY i hope u liked reading this as much as i liked writing it

(and i pray that saku isn't lurking at this very moment.)

Maybe You Can Write About Xanthus Calming Listener Down From A Panic Attack? :)
1 year ago

Not ZSakuVA pulling me into this fandom by the fucking hair with the Zaros audio. I wrote a fanfic, 6k words, it's lil angsty. based off of @why-me-marti lil post about a ball and Zaros asking listener to dance again. I am DESPERATE!! for Zaros content. and since he's so new i figured no one will really do a fic with him. honoured to be the first <3

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1 year ago

starting to fall for the isaac with a cat propaganda

Starting To Fall For The Isaac With A Cat Propaganda
Starting To Fall For The Isaac With A Cat Propaganda
1 year ago

hey… CAN WE PLS TALK about my dear beloved Isaac !!! I WAS THINKING… in the second audio Isaac was worried about the listener passing out and what if it happens like … the listener already being an assistant as also a thing with Isaac and while cleaning the house. The warm summer was getting to the listener and all Isaac hears is a “boom” and sees a housekeeper laying on the floor with pale and a hot body over the security cameras :0

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ✧

Hey… CAN WE PLS TALK About My Dear Beloved Isaac !!! I WAS THINKING… In The Second Audio Isaac Was

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a/n: congrats on being my first isaac request! if it seems a little out of character please tell me because i don’t usually write for isaac so tell me if you want to change anything! this is set in the current storyline where isaac and listener are a thing now so 😸🫶

gender neutral reader!

cw/tw: reader fainting, mention of m3ds

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Summer is here. And to be honest, it was getting too much for your work.

Isaac had been concerned about you all week. You've been acting unusual. Your more quieter, your energy levels seem low, and you've been stumbling a few times as you've been walking. Not to mention your cheeks were flushed most of the time.

He thought you had come down with an illness, and has checked you over a few times. Feeling your forehead, he spoke with a concerned tone as he observed your face.

"Y/N, are you certain your not sick? You can take the day off you know, I'm not forcing you to work." He said as he looks into your eyes, a look of worry plastered into them as he looks at your burning up face, sweat forming. You nodded - it technically wasn't a lie. You weren't sick, not that you knew of anyway, it was just the heat.

"I'm fine, Isaac. Truly." You speak as you try to change the topic, not wanting to be a distraction to him, especially in his line of work.

Isaac seeing right through you, just sighed. "Alright, I'll believe you for now. But if you ever feel ill, you know you can tell me, alright?" he says as he gently strokes your face and kisses your forehead gently, "Take it easy for today." he says as he walks away from you, grabbing a glass and filling it with water from the sink. "Make sure to hydrate a lot today, starting from now." he hands you the glass of water, "You're so forgetful sometimes." he says jokingly as he watches you drink it, still observing you gently.

You chuckle lightly, as you reach out to stroke his hand.

"I will, thank you." you say as you get back to work.

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You woke up feeling more nauseated than yesterday, as the heat was just getting warmer by each passing day. Groaning as you clutch your head, your head thumping. Rolling to your side, looking at the time.

5am.

You weren't supposed to be up for 3 more hours. But your pounding head proved that you weren't going to get back to sleep any time soon. Sighing in annoyance, you decided to get up. At least you could sort yourself out before Isaac woke up, and make yourself look better than you felt.

Making sure to get up slowly, so you wouldn't fall from your horrific headache, and trailed to the bathroom to have a shower and get ready - making sure to put the water on cold so you wouldn't effect yourself worse than you already were.

After you got yourself clean and ready for the day, you checked yourself over in the mirror, wiping your face to get rid of any sweat and making yourself look okay-ish to not worry Isaac. As soon as you were done, you went down to the kitchen to hydrate and take some meds for your own sake. Your aim today was to just get work done and not to get anymore worse.

You tried to make as little noise as possible, you knew Isaac was a light sleeper and can wake at just about anything. Closing the cupboards as gentle as possible and making some breakfast quietly.

As you ate, you waited for your painkillers to kick in - hoping that they would effect you before Isaac woke up.

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A few hours went by and it was now 8:47 am - the usual time you would be up by. You heard some shuffling upstairs as you pretended like you were already there in the first place, looking at cases. You heard Isaac walk downstairs in his pajamas, you would have giggled at his messy hair if you weren't already feeling ill.

"Isaac! Good morning." You said as you tried to put on your best stable voice you could manage, smiling.

"Good morning to you too, Y/N." Isaac said you handed him his coffee.

He looked at you suspiciously, looking at you up and down to check anymore symptoms, as if your face wasn't an obvious enough sign.

"Wait, look at me." He said as he noticed you trying to avoid his gaze. He gently grabs your face and holds on to it as he inspects your expression. You would have blushed if you weren't already. He looks at your pale sweaty face and sighs.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday? If you feel ill you should tell me, I'm more than happy to let you have a day off you know." He says as he slightly strokes your face.

"But I'm not ill, Isaac. It's just the heat is all." You say as your heart beats fast at the sudden contact. It technically wasn't a lie, the heat was getting to you more and more everyday.

"Your face says otherwise." Isaac says, "You're quite pale, you haven't been yourself recently. Are you sure it's not something else?" He places his hand on your forehead, "You're quite warm..." He whispers to himself as he looks at you with concern. "You know you can tell me anything, don't you?"

You nod as you look down, "I know, but I assure you it's nothing! I- always get like this when it gets to the summer months." What a lie. You just didn't want to distract him from his work, it's especially important recently as this one case has been bugging the both of you.

He hums, not seeming to believe you but denying it regardless. "Hmm fine. I'll give you ONE chance. But if you ever start to feel worse or anything else, please come straight to me. I don't want you passing out on me." He says as he grabs a water bottle from the fridge and hands it to you. "Like I said yesterday, please take it easy. I don't expect you to get a lot of work done today. Take it slow, alright?" He says as he rubs your back reassuringly.

You nod, taking a sip of water from the bottle. It felt like heaven.

"I will, I promise." You say, smiling slightly.

"Good." He says before giving you a quick peck on the lips before he retreats to his office. Before he leaves the room, he turns around and says, "Remember what I told you, no overworking past your limit, got it?"

You giggle slightly, before nodding. "Of course!" You say back.

He smiles before leaving fully, leaving you to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well that went well, for now." You think before trailing your overheated form to one of the rooms to start cleaning.

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Isaac was working on the case in his office, but he couldn't push the concerns of your well-being out of his mind. You looked so...exhausted. The image of you remained in his mind, until his concerns had enough. He put his work down and grabbed his phone, opening the CCTV and checked on where you were. You were in the library, dusting the shelves. You seemed fine, until he looked closer.

Your body was trembling, and your eyes seemed...tired. The way you dusted seemed weak, and uncoordinated. He sighed, knowing you didn't listen to him. He got up to walk to the room, to tell you to rest.

As he was walking, he heard a loud bang.

He froze.

He starts running, scared for your safety. Once he gets to the door,he bursts it open to find you on the floor on your back, eyes bearly open as your pale face twitches slightly. He runs over to you as he checks your pulse, breathing a sigh of relief as he realizes you're still alive.

Through your half lidded blinking eyes, you could see his silhouette. You try to speak but it just comes out incoherent. He shushes you as he rests your head on his lap, trying to get your blood flow back to where it needs to go.

"Shh shh, your okay. I've got you." He says, trying to seem as calm as possible as he holds your face, feeling worried as he had a feeling this would happen.

Your eyes try to focus on him, but your vision is too woozy to even focus on one thing at a time. You try to say something again, but it just comes out the same - incoherent.

"Shh don't say anything. Just take your time." He says gently, trying to coax you not to panic. You couldn't see much, all you could feel was his hand softly stroking across your face, rubbing small circles into it comfortingly.

Your hands twitch by your sides, as you let him embrace you, take care of you even. Finally giving in to his care, along side that one night with the nightmare. You keep staring up at him, slowly your senses coming back to you. Your tired expression made him frown. He had a feeling you wouldn't listen to his words.

He keeps stroking your face, whispering soothing words to make you calm. Which is out of character - but he has a softer side for you. Only for you.

Your vision regains back, as you focus now on his face. He sees this and smiles slightly.

"I-Isaac?" You begin, wondering when he got here.

"Non of that. I'm just...glad you're okay." He says as he hushes you. "How do you feel?" he asks.

"My head hurts." You say as your tense body twitches, "And warm..."

"Mmm...I thought so. I told you not to overwork yourself, didn't I?" He says gently.

"I-I'm sorry I just, didn't want to bother you. I know that there has been a lot going on about that case and-"

"I told you this already, you don't need to apologise for this." He cuts you off, "If you are feeling faint, you should rest. I don't want this happening again. You're lucky I found you or it could have been fatal."

You just nod, looking down, resisting the urge to apologise again.

"I-I know. I'm so-"

"Don't." he sighs gently. "Come on, do you feel well enough to stand now? Or do you need some more time?"

You debate for a moment, before saying yes. Seeing your confirmation he gently lifts you to sit up, making sure to do it slowly so you don't faint again.

"Alright slowly now. Hold on to me." He says as he grabs your arms, pulling you up and holding your waist steady so you don't wobble.

You lean into him, regaining your movement back for a few moments before standing up fully, still holding on to him. He studies you with care as he makes sure you don't fall.

"Do you think you can walk?" He asks as he keeps his hold on you.

You try to take a step but stumble slightly, and he takes that as an answer.

"I'll take that as a no." He says, holding you, leaning you into him as he picks you up gently. This startles you a bit, not expecting him to do this.

"What are you doing?" You ask as you cling to him, determined not to fall.

"I'm carrying you, what else?" He states.

"But you don't need to. I can manage myse-"

"Stop hesitating. You take care of me all the time, so it's only fair I return the favour. You obviously need some assistance, and I can't leave you alone after that."

You stay quiet after he says that, leaning into him slightly as you let him tend to you.

"Hmm, that's what I thought."

He walks down the halls, carrying you to your bedroom and placing you on the bed as gently as possible. He checks your forehead.

"You're still quite warm...I'll get you some water from the bathroom, alright?" He walks over to the bathroom in your room, grabbing a glass and handing it to you.

"I assume you want to rest after that." He says while he turns the fan on next to your bed that he gave you.

"But what about work?" You say as you place the glass of water down on the bedside table.

"I've told you already, if you need to rest I don't mind obliging to you and letting you take the day off." He looks into your eyes. "Come on, lie down."

You do as you're told, your body yearning for rest. He settles you down in the bed, not putting the blanket fully over you, only up to your knees as he knows the heat plays a part in your current condition.

"Comfortable?" He asks. You nod in response.

"Hmm.." He leans in to kiss you gently, before pulling away and stroking your hair. "Get all the rest you can. I'll check on you soon. In the meantime, I'll grab a few things to help your condition, alright?"

"Okay..." You say as he gives you another kiss, and walks towards the door, smiling as he turns around to look at you one last time before gently closing the door behind him.

"I'll take care of you, I promise."

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Hii! I hope you enjoyed my first Isaac writing :D

so sorry it took a long time to get out, ive been really busy over the last week. this was my first time writing for isaac so i hope it was okay! If theres any mistakes please tell me because i finished this really late

thank you for reading!

-Jasper

Hey… CAN WE PLS TALK About My Dear Beloved Isaac !!! I WAS THINKING… In The Second Audio Isaac Was

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1 year ago

Isaac and listener having their first ever disagreement/misunderstanding as lovers ever ever???

Isaac And Listener Having Their First Ever Disagreement/misunderstanding As Lovers Ever Ever???
Isaac And Listener Having Their First Ever Disagreement/misunderstanding As Lovers Ever Ever???
Isaac And Listener Having Their First Ever Disagreement/misunderstanding As Lovers Ever Ever???

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐫𝐲 ꨄ Isaac

˜”* ❝𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

Beep.

“Hey, when you get this, can you call me back? I want to make sure you’re okay. Bye, honey.”

Beep.

“It’s been an hour… I made some food for us. I know I normally don’t cook but you’re, wherever you are and I wanted to make something for us. Call me when you get this, love you.”

Beep.

“It’s been about… 4 hours since the last one? I’m getting kind of worried. I mean, I know you, you wouldn’t ignore me or anything so I hope you’re okay. Just make sure to call me when you get this, bye.”

Beep.

“honey, please come home, It’s three in the morning.”

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

You open the door quietly. You knew you were gone for a long time but didn’t want to wake up Isaac.

“Welcome home.”

You jumped at the voice that spoke to you.

“Isaac? What are you doing up right now?”

You put your coat up and walk closer to him.

“Where were you?”

“Isaac, you need to slee–”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Y/N. Where were you?”

You’d never seen him this angry before especially not to you. You knew what the time was, you knew how tired he was.

“Isaac we can talk about this when you get the sleep you need.”

“The sleep I need? You were gone since, what, nine? Do you know how many times I tried calling you?”

“I was busy.”

“And you couldn’t call back? I thought something happened to you, I didn’t know where you were and why.”

“You didn’t need to. I’m sorry I was gone for so long but I’m here now.”

You walked away out of frustration and went into the kitchen.

“No, we’re not doing this. What if you got hurt?”

“But I didn’t! Isaac, I need you to stop trying to babysit me! You’re always trying to fucking watch over me but I’m grown. I don’t need you to watch me all the damn time!”

You could hear him get up to follow you, clearly pissed. 

“Maybe because I care about you?! I don’t want to find out that I couldn’t protect you or some crazy shit like that! I was sitting here for hours, waiting, all because you couldn’t pick up the phone! You’re mad at me? I’m the one that should be mad! You know I’m paranoid, Y/N.”

You grabbed a drink from the fridge and a cup to pour it in. You weren’t ‘mad’ at him, you just didn’t feel like arguing.

There was a new found tension between the two of you and you didn't like it. It felt tight, suffocating.

“Isaac,” You look at him.

He stops his movement to look at you. His eyes were full of worry and anger.

“I understand, you worry about me. I’m sorry I didn’t call you back. I didn’t mean to make you worry, okay? I just don’t want to fight and I just want us to be okay.”

“We are okay. I just– just, tell me next time. You didn’t even let me know before you left.”

You put everything down and hugged him. He was fragile and you forgot that. There was so much built-up emotion in his system and you could tell. He melted into you a bit, he needed to let go.

“I’m sorry, Isaac. I love you, okay?”

He looked at you and smiled, “I love you too, honey. We can have a better conversation about this later, okay?”

You nodded and took him to bed. 

Sure enough, when he woke up, he gave you an entire lecture about not answering your phone but you knew he just wanted you to be safe. Though, given his past, you knew you should’ve said something.

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thank u for requesting but how DARE YOU (ily)

Isaac And Listener Having Their First Ever Disagreement/misunderstanding As Lovers Ever Ever???
1 year ago

I go thinking that i'll write one fanfic and swerve into the vibe of another. I apologise for when I post this I just kinda love the angsty vibes. Hopefully I can get this done by next week. shout out to my mutual Birdy <3 got me into the vibe of writing a Xanthus fic.

1 year ago

Strictly Business

Isaac asks for a relationship that is entirely professional. You oblige, to both your disappointment.

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

Warnings: talk of insomnia

“I just thought—” you began hesitantly, moving the tray of cinnamon swirls closer to Isaac, prompting him to take a second one. The placating motion did nothing to ease the frown on his face. His hard stare remained fixed on you, annoyed and dismissive. You felt your heart sinking and averted your eyes.

Isaac hummed unbothered as if he couldn’t care less about your request to spend time together — as if he did not care in the slightest to entertain your pathetic longing for human company. “I’m busy, you know,” he said by way of dismissal and pushed the plate of freshly baked cinnamon swirls back towards you. 

After a bit of prying, you had found out that his mother used to make them when he felt sad and — with the anniversary of his parent’s death so recent — you wanted to cheer him up and surprise him with his comfort food. Isaac did not appreciate your efforts, evidently.

You tried to take the blunt rejection of both your company and care for him in stride, but you could not suppress the tight clench of your jaw as your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. “If I overstepped the other day in the garden,” you said slowly, raising your gaze to meet Isaac’s and show him the sincerity of your apology, “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way. I—”

“It’s fine,” he said curtly, rising from his seat at the table and straightening his tie. “Think nothing of it. It was a lapse of judgment on both parts. We can pretend it never happened.”

“But I actually—”

“No,” Isaac interrupted, holding up a hand to silence you, “our relationship is strictly professional and I intend to keep it that way. I’m sorry, but I am in no way interested in anything more. There is nothing between us. Understand?” 

Isaac’s stare burned into you and you swallowed thickly, hiding how much his words hurt. “I understand,” you said in a tone so calm and drained of feeling it took Isaac aback. 

He blinked in surprise, no longer used to your flat tone and apathetic stare. ‘Sir’ hung unsaid in the air between you. Isaac cleared his throat to break the loaded silence stretching across the house again. 

You got up from your seat, brushing down the front of your clothes. “Well, as you said, my services will not be needed on my day off. I will be in the library should you change your mind,” you said tonelessly, leveling Isaac stoically. 

There was a glint of worry in his eyes, a chip in his armor you could only spot because you had spent many hours with him, paying close attention to his expressions and mannerisms. Isaac looked unsure. His mouth was slightly agape, but whatever he wanted to say was buried a moment later, hidden behind the thick wall of nonchalance and indifference he put up. 

The crack in his mask was sealed, and expressionless eyes met your own.

“Happy reading.”

Isaac thought he knew what loneliness felt like — he had lived in solitude for years now — but no amount spent on his own had prepared him for the heart-wrenching sorrow he felt as you continuously brushed him off, retreating into yourself and being the strict definition of utterly professional. 

He felt hollow, watching you set the table with only one plate for him to eat at alone, hearing your monotonous voice ask him if he would prefer rice or pasta, seeing your lips twist in a polite but ingenuous smile as you greeted him in the mornings, handing him his coffee and disappearing to start on your daily chores. 

There had been no sweets, nor snacks you would prepare for him and shily requested he give you feedback on. There were no little bursts of light throughout his day as your paths crossed and you shot him a smile or playful wink. 

There were no intimate moments between you two where you would look at him with an open, vulnerable expression and rest your head against his chest as you told him about your past. There was no tender, featherlight caress of your fingers on his cheeks as he revealed some of his fears and troubles to you. 

You had shut him out, adhering to the boundaries he had impulsively set as his anxieties got the better of him. Now he was left with the consequences of pushing you away.

‘There is nothing between us,’ he had said, but why was his heart breaking every time you looked at him with your cold stare and turned your back a moment later? Why was he lying awake at night, his mind occupied only with thoughts of you as the devouring feeling of loneliness and loss swelled in his chest and choked him? Why was he missing you so terribly that it made tears gather in his eyes when you had your back turned?

It was pathetic, and one night, after you had shot down his concern for the dark circles under your eyes and told him it should be of no matter as long as you performed your duties to his standard, he recognized his sentiment to be a lie. 

There was something between you. There had to be because the sinking feeling as you, clearly hurting, turned away once more tore him to shreds. There was no other explanation for it, but Isaac was afraid of what that realization brought with it.

He was afraid that the admission to his all-encompassing love for you would be the very thing that destroyed him. Everyone he loved was gone, and he felt his hands beginning to shake at the thought that you — now among those he adored — would meet the same fate because he was too slow, too weak, too incompetent to protect you.

Still, there was only so much hollowness he could endure, and the loneliness engulfing him was so acute that it had begun hurting to exist in the house. Your brief company somehow made him feel the loneliest of all.

A quiet sound of protest came from one of the corners of the library as Isaac switched off the light. “Sorry,” he apologized tiredly, turning the light back on to look at you, huddled on the small sofa with a blanket around you and a book in your hands. Judging by the cover, it was Frankenstein. “I thought you had already gone to bed and left the light on by mistake. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. It was late. However, something kept you from sleeping for the past few weeks, and no matter how tired you were, it was nearly impossible for you to doze off. At times, when the morning sun was slowly rising over the horizon and the first rays illuminated the dark blue of night, it felt like you were too tired to fall asleep.

“No worries,” you said curtly, resuming your reading, “I will make sure to turn off the light when I go up in a minute. Good night.” 

The lie rolled off your tongue as if it were nothing. Isaac did not move from his place in the doorway. You knew he knew that you couldn’t sleep. It was evident in your appearance, your red eyes with dark bags beneath them that looked more like bruises with every passing day. The soft footsteps he could hear pacing around the house at night when you were too restless to sit down. He would be a lousy private investigator if he had not noticed your insomnia coming back in full force.

“I—” he said into the silence, making you look towards him.

“It is rather late,” you answered, trying to discourage Isaac from starting any conversation. In truth, it hurt having him near you when he was seemingly an infinity away, hidden behind some brick wall he had put up to keep the world out — you included. 

It was his decision, and after the kiss, or as he called it, a ‘lapse of judgment,’ you did not think it right to push his boundaries after he had so clearly told you and shown you with his actions, that he wanted nothing but a professional relationship with you. It made your heart crack, but you were adamant to give him only what he asked for, only as much as he wanted from you. It made the situation somewhat bearable to know it was what he wanted.

Isaac cleared his throat, stepping further into the room. “I know, but I— It’s just that you—” he stuttered, suddenly nervous at confronting you. “You haven’t been—”

“Well, I certainly am tired,” you said, marking the book to set it on the small table beside the couch and rising from your comfortable cocoon to fold the blanket neatly and place it over the back of the couch.

“Wait, I—”

“Good night then, boss.” You brushed past him and kept walking towards the door, but a hand on your wrist stopped you. “Don’t forget to turn off the light,” you said, fighting against the urge to lean into Isaac’s light touch. It wasn’t professional. That was not what he wanted. There was nothing between you.

“Don’t call me that, Pickle,” he said quietly, his thumb tracing small circles against your wrist. “I haven’t been— Our relationship has not been strictly business for a while now. It never was to begin with.”

“I thought that was what you wanted out of me,” you answered, unable to keep your voice from breaking as Isaac raised your hand to his lips, softly kissing the back of your hand. “You said—”

“I was wrong,” he said quickly, his eyes so earnest that you could not help but believe him, “I was scared that I would get too close to you after the kiss and then you would— you would leave me and— I don’t think I can go through that again, losing a person I love.”

At Isaac‘s words, something within you broke.

Tears began welling up in your eyes and you stepped closer to wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace, which he returned immediately. It felt so good to have him close to you again, his fingers running soothingly along your back as you could feel his elevated heartbeat pounding in his chest.

“You love me?” 

Isaac swallowed, squeezing you tighter and pulling you even closer to him as he steeled himself. “I do,” he said shakily, but the truth of his words was evident in the underlying confidence with which he delivered them, “and I’m sorry I made you doubt that. I’m sorry I pushed you away and dismissed our relationship as a mere work association when it has always been more than that. I— I was scared and I didn’t know what to do after you— after what you did for me and—“

You leaned back enough to meet his gaze. “Can I kiss you?” you asked, longing to do it properly this time, wanting to erase the bitter taste of rejection that had accompanied the feeling of Isaac’s lips on yours.

“Please,” he whispered, inclining his head as you moved to meet his lips.

Suffice it to say, with Isaac lying next to you in his soft double bed — him pulling you close and whispering sweet nothings into the darkness of night as your head rested on his chest and his arms were securely wrapped around you — you fell asleep almost immediately.

Isaac smiled, placing a kiss against the top of your head as he listened to your breathing even out.

1 year ago

A Warm Study

A Warm Study

Isaac x Housekeeper (M4A ver.)

Description: You've been hard at work with Isaac ever since you agreed upon being his assistant and lover. Not knowing what else could happen during this long night of work, your thoughts were proven wrong.

✨This writing is SFW✨

No wink wonk moments here whehe. For now >:)

A Warm Study

It's been awhile since you've been in the library, reading and examining key factors in the current case you and Isaac have been trying to crack. Your fatigue was at its beginning, but your determination about this case's finale kept your eyelids lifted as every page engulfed you in curiosity and new possible leads. Whilst you were reciting the case, Isaac took notes and carefully set salient sheets of paper to the side - to be studied later for interrogation. Being his assistant in these matters truly made work easy for him - whilst still housekeeping, you enjoyed both jobs.

By: Azulaoi

You two examined and studied into the night with no interruption. Not for long, hunger began to build overtime during your study. "I guess it's time for a break?" you thought. You look at Isaac, pondering over something on his laptop while he fidgets with his pen. You scoot closer to him to see what he was looking at; he was looking at some sort of address. He notices your close presence and glances at you, "Are you alright? Are you getting tired, [name?]". You rest your head on his shoulder, looking at him, "No, not at all. Why do you say that?". He looks at you directly, "Well, it's obvious, isn't it? We've been working since this morning with no breaks in between - it seems like we haven't eaten dinner yet. Except breakfast, of course.". When he mentioned dinner, you immediately got up.

He laughs, "Heh, no need to be alarmed. You don't need to cook dinner today. Let's eat something that doesn't require much work, alright?". You respond, "true... What shall we eat?". He put his pen down, closed his laptop and got up. "Let's eat, check and see if we have any frozen foods we can heat up.". You nod at his suggestion and head toward the kitchen.

You sit near the counter as he walks over and opens the refrigerator. He stood there until he pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer. "Hmm... I think this shall do. I wouldn't consider this dinner - it's more like a midnight snack," he laughs. It was late however, you wanted to eat something before you two could continue work. He opens one of the cabinets and grabs two glasses, "Before I bake the pizza, we should refresh ourselves first. God knows how long I haven't gone without drinking water today...". He then poured water into both glasses and handed one glass to you.

Isaac begins to converse about the current case you both have trying to figure out. You tried your best to hold onto every word he said, but all you could do was stand there and admire how passionate he was about this case. "Perhaps I'm too tired to keep track of what he's saying," you thought as you sip onto the glass. Suddenly, you leaned the glass too close, spilling it all over your chest. You held onto the glass tightly to not drop it. The impact of the cold water seeps through your top, leaving nothing but slight exposure. Isaac immediately puts down his glass, deeply sighing, "Here, let me help you. My [name], you are so clumsy.".

He grabs a couple napkins from the kitchen counter, drying your top gently. "I'm sorry, Isaac. I don't think napkins are going to help. I'm completely drenched..." you say in a disappointing tone. He stops wiping and looks at you, "Are you... also wet from the inside of your top?". You nod and blush at his response. He hums, pondering for a moment. He clears his throat, "Take off your top.". You blink rapidly, "Come again?". He repeats it once more but in a demanding tone, "Take off your top, [name]. I'll go get you a new one.". Your eyes widened as the tension between you both rose. You didn't want to make the situation more awkward, so you did what he asked.

Slipping your top off, you felt a cold breeze caress your body. Shivering, you crossed your arms around your chest to cover yourself. "Thanks, I'll be ba-", he stops mid sentence and glances at you. He begins to examine you, instantly blushing as his eyes lay on your exposed torso. "Is there something wrong?" you asked worriedly. He shakes his head, unbuttoning his shirt, "It's nothing... Anyways, I'll lend you my shirt for the time being. I can't see you freezing like this.". You watch as he slowly unbuttons the last half of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and wrapping it around yours.

Your gaze wanders around his torso. Internally salivating his veiny biceps, his bare big pectorals shining from the kitchen lights, and his beautiful crafted abs. "He looks absolutely dreamy," you thought to yourself. "I want to feel them...". He was taken aback from your non-filter response. "You... Want to feel what?" his eyebrows furrow and cheeks flushed. You step closer to Isaac, your eyes still glued onto his glamorous chest. Your inner instinct wanted to feel him, but you couldn't bring yourself to. Soon enough, your eyes drifted away from embarrassment. "I'm sorry... My mind completely slipped. I shouldn't have stared at you like that.". Isaac catches your gaze and caresses your cheek, "You don't need to apologize. Safe to admit, even I can't keep my eyes off of you sometimes... Like right now.".

You grabbed his hand and slowly lay your cheek against it. "It's so warm...". Your eyes connect with his, peering at him with fondness. Isaac smirks at you - as you continue to rest and rub your cheek on his hand. It felt so comfortable that you could fall asleep - his hand like a pillow. Your eyes began to rest, laying your head fully on his hand. You didn't want your fatigue to win you over but instead wanted to savor this moment with Isaac.

What felt like ages snuggling against his hand, you open your eyes to see him leaning close to you. Planting his soft lips on yours, you close your eyes once more. You rest your arms on his bare chest as his arms wrap around your waist. Trembling from his touch, you pull him closer, deepening the kiss between you both. It felt so warm being so close against him, especially since the house has been freezing lately. You could've asked him to turn on the heater, but your heart wanted him to be your personal heater and his warm touch around your body.

He faintly sighs as he pulls away from your quivering lips, "I... Should go put on another shirt. I'll also put your top in the washer to wash. Stay put, alright?". You nod and stare at his bare back as he leaves the kitchen towards the laundry room. Once his silhouette disappears from your sight, you begin to giggle at the thought of his painted round red ears. "Was he blushing this whole time?" you thought, giggling. Even though he tries to brush it off and act cool, you never thought Isaac would look this cute when he's in this state. You, of course, wanted to see this side of him more often.

After waiting for his arrival for a few minutes, Isaac returns back. Your heart slightly drops as you notice something different from his facial expression: it was coldly stern. He walks up to you with his phone in hand "I'm sorry for taking a while, [name]. I was... Answering a call just now. Seems like we have found some new leads to our case.". You return his response with a smile, "That's great, isn't it? We are getting close to its finale!". He lets out a disappointing sigh, "Hm... Not quite, actually. This is still the beginning, and we still have lots to investigate here and there.". You nodded and looked down. "I know it's tough... But I'm truly grateful that you lend a hand on these cases. Without you, I would've pulled another all nighter," he says with a reassuring smile. "However, before we dig ourselves back into paperwork again... Would you like me to make us some coffee or tea?".

Your face lit up at his request, "Of course! I'll help make the pizza whilst you make the hot drinks-". He clears his throat, "Ah- no. How about... We make both of them together? Will that be okay with you, honey?". Your cheeks slightly flushed as he said the word honey. "Wait, did you just call me honey?". You ask as your eyes widened in surprise. His eyes fill with worry, "is that not a nickname of your preference? If not, I understand...". You shake your head, "No, no! It's okay! I don't mind at all. I... Love how you say it, to be honest.". He chuckles and gives you a nod in return, "Alright then, I shall call you that by now, honey.". He then gestured you into the kitchen to prepare yourselves a midnight snack.

Hearing him say honey a second time made your heart go berserk. It sounded heart warming and sweet - it had a nice ring. Of course, it sounded much better than being called a stray.

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I was fortunate enough to be able to finish this writing last night. It's short but... I hoped you all liked it :)

Thanks to my friend and best beta reader/grammar checker happiesttbearr for helping me out on spell check!

Love y'all Crumpets!

- Azulaoi💙

1 year ago

I feel sorry so sorry for Xanthus. We all know that listener will survive since they are needed for the story to be continued. But Xanthus voice, reaction and the screams got my legs weak


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1 year ago
Becoming A Pet For The Master || Audio RP | M4A
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You have been imprisoned for a while, in a dark place with nothing to keep you company but other captives. Today, a stranger approaches you

Only listened to his audio to hopefully hear something about Isaac and Xanthus 🙏


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