A Warm Study

now that christmas is over,

fuck all three of these characters they make me throw up inside my mouth

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Becoming A Pet For The Master || Audio RP | M4A

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 🙏

@birdyyyyyy: Alr okay so my idea is … I’ve checked you don’t mind writing nsfw…HEHEHE

so.. Xanthus and the listener being at Dontis place for 2 months now. They didn’t do anything special beside kissing and hugging but it never crossed that line. One evening when Dontis was looking for company, Xanthus uses the opportunity to get close to the listener. They were on the coach talking and Xanthus was needy HE WAS NEEDY so he started getting close and then pulling listener under him and then yk … you don’t have to write it till s3x. Just go as far as you are comfortable. If you’re not comfortable just leave it aside lol

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 - 𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖) ✧

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[ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ] xᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ xᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

a/n: hi guys omg ive had writers block for SO LONG and haven’t had any ideas so sorry i went on break for so long :(( but i’m back now ! (proceeds to come back with smut LMAOAO). ive based this on xanthus recent audio where dontis leaves to see his partner if thats okay!! you can just skip the first bit if you want as its just me quoting the start of the audio LOL. gender neutral reader :) also sorry if this is so cringe this is my like FIRST EVER smut so i apologise LOL

c/w: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! not full smut but like pre smut LOL

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"How long are you going to be?"

"Not long, why are you worried about me?" Dontis teases with a smirk.

Xanthus scoffs, "No, you know the city so I'm sure you've mapped out the little hidey holes."

Dontis nods, "Yes I have. I'll let you know when I'm on the way back." He says as he grabs his bag.

You're sitting on the couch watching all of this unfold, Xanthus standing by the doorway as Dontis gathers his things. Fran had left a while ago to explore New Orleans, and Dontis is now leaving for a while, which means it would be just you two in the house.

Xanthus folds his arms.

"Hm. Be careful." Xanthus warns.

"When am I not?" Dontis says with a smile.

"If I listed them all now you'd be late for your appointment, and you seem...eager to leave." Xanthus questions.

Dontis chuckles. "Not to leave you but to see them, I have my own bonds to tend to."

"Hm, have fun then."

"You too~" Dontis says as he opens the door, turning back to you for a moment.

"Look after him okay?" Dontis jokes to you. You laugh gently.

"I will, don't worry." You joke back as Xanthus rolls his eyes sarcastically, smiling a little.

Dontis gives you one last smile before making his way out the door. Xanthus sighs as he makes his way over to you.

"Where has he gone too?" You ask.

"He's gone to see his hunter friend, and I doubt he's coming back soon." Xanthus says as he sits next to you on the couch.

"How come?"

"Because they think it will be the last time they see each other, and honestly I don't blame him for thinking that way." Xanthus sighs as he lets his head rest against the couch. "We're doing something that no one else has been foolish enough to do, well they have but were defeated without a soul to spread it. That means we're either brave or idiotic, or both." Xanthus shrugs.

"Well we'll have to see soon won't we?" You reply.

"Mhm, no matter what we are it'll all come to light soon. And in the mean time.." Xanthus shifts closer to you. "I'd like to tend to my bond, as Dontis puts it." He says as he strokes your face.

"Feeling a bit bold today are we?" You tease with a laugh.

Xanthus chuckles back, kissing your forehead. "Well, it has been a while since we've had some private time, especially with you doing so much research all the while. Ah, speaking of...how are you feeling, love?" Xanthus asks you.

You perk up about your feelings as Xanthus listens intently. After a while the conversation then turns into just talking about whatever, just appreciating each other's presence for a while.

ɴꜱꜰᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ <3

However, you can't fail to notice how Xanthus was acting a bit...different. The constant shifting around, moving closer to you, the way his eyes lingered on your neck, looking at you like you were some sort of prey, and his tone just felt different. You shook it off, thinking it was just because it was the two of you in the house and he could let his guard down for a while. But when your eyes met the bulge between his legs, you knew exactly what he wanted from you. Your eyes went wide and you cut off what you were saying, starting to stutter.

You two had never done anything so...lewd. It never crossed your mind at all, only exchanging kisses and hugs. The only semi lewd thing you've done is when Xanthus was feeding on you, and his hand trailed a bit too much on your chest, touching places you didn't know were sensitive until then. But that was it, never going any further. So to see him be so needy in front of you now was...well quite arousing if you were being honest. The way his eyes lingered on you with that wanting expression made your body go warm.

You two stared at each other for a couple of seconds, before Xanthus sensed your want, looking at your lips. He moved closer to you and whispered.

"May I?"

You just nodded. He held your face gently and kissed you passionately, the kiss turning more needy as it carried on. Exchanging kisses, he put his hand behind your head and pushed you down gently, landing with a slight whine as he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance as he strokes your face with one hand as he uses his other to support himself on top of you. You allow him in, his tongue battling with yours lovingly as he admires the noises you make. Sloppy kisses shared back and fourth, his hand trailing down your chest and perking at your nipples, gently trailing his hand over them, making you gasp into his mouth slightly. He smirked at this as he gets a reaction from you. He slowly starts to slip his hand under your shirt, toying with your nipples even more. The sudden contact made you break off the kiss and throw your head back, letting out a slight moan.

"God- Xanthus I- ah~" You cry out, putting your hands around his back. Xanthus takes this opportunity to latch his mouth on to your neck, not biting but making a different type of mark. Because of him feeding from you so often, he already knows all your weak spots on your neck, so he takes advantage of that, still toying with your perky nipples gently. Still crying out in pleasure, he pulls off your neck and holds your face, bringing his mouth to your ear and whispering.

"I'll make you forget for a while."

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hi guys im so sorry ive been gone for so long but ive had MAJOR writers block and autistic burnout for ages and havent had any ideas so im sorry for leaving without warning but i think im getting back in the swing of things now! this post is probably really random but i needed to get SOMETHING out. ill start working back into my routines and getting back into my posting as i went through a phase where i was posting EVERY SECOND for about 2 days LOL so ill try and post more now if i can :)

thank you for reading love u all <3

-Jasper

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How is the „ai generator“ ad allowed on here help pls 😭😭😭

Tired Smoking

Following your boss bad habit

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A day off.

It’s been a few weeks after Vic’s dead and Isaac is finally starting to be like himself again. The smell of cigarettes is gone as also empty bottles of whisky staking on the kitchen table.

But you, yourself seem to drift of more from yourself. But lucky you have a day of tomorrow since Isaac wanted prepare the garden for the season change.

It’s 2 am and as you enjoyed your own company since Isaac was not around. You had a great time though watching movies, a nice cup of tea, sweets, reading in your room and following your own hobbies.

Since you planned on staying up all night you decided to grab a few sweets to look up to the sky. It’s strangely something you find to enjoy after you got here… well rather brought here.

On your way to the kitchen and back. Passing the living room. You assumed Isaac was asleep since there are no lights on in the studies nor anywhere else, still it gave you a reason to be extra quiet.

You couldn’t help yourself but smile as you think of him… but he seems so distance. You knew why but still gave it your all… asking him what his favorite fruits are so you could do a cake out of it… what his favorite dish is… favorite tea… and favorite sweets. He appreciated your comfort but it didn’t do much… and you just reminded yourself of what you got yourself into. You snap back to reality standing in the living-room. You sigh as you spot a package of cigarettes on the sofa. He probably forgot them but you had this urge to smoke even though you hated them and never smoked in your life… staying 10m away after he had his cigarette break because the smell was EW !!!

You grab the package and it was already half empty… next to it the lighter and it was blue … like the color of his mothers favorite flower… „blue orchids“ what a surprise. You took one out and told yourself that if it helps Isaac to forget it will help you too.

A small light appears in the dark room, bringing it closer to your mouth as a quiet “psh” sound tickels your ears. A small inhale and coughs leaving your lungs as you cover your mouth to stay quiet… it feels DISGUSTING !!! you did it again but less coughing.

Now you’re on the floor of the living-room smoking as eating the candy’s as you look up to the sky… the stars are beautiful. Thinking about your life, the cases, your work, the moments the two of your shared and ofc.. him. The cigarette slowly loses fire but you inhale it one more time.

As suddenly the lights turn on… the window reflecting a tall figure. oh oh

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OMG HEY I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD DO THIS BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY… ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANYTHING SO PLEASE BE NICE !!! So I wanted to start easy more a listener view since yk I thought it would be interesting

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.

ranking how fire the d is 🔥

xanthus: 9/10

dontis: 10/10 he’s definitely hacking

jonah: 9.5/10 it’s them gamers….

andrew: 10/10 yk.

alex: 3/10 probably shriveled

zaros: prolly 7/10 he definitely hypes it up too much

asirel: 6/10 he probably decorates it

isaac: 10/10 i saw it

luca: 4/10 it’s purely just for the aesthetic

niall: 9/10 surprisingly fire

elias: 8/10 i’d put a bow on it

kayson: 🔥

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.

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 ✧

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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

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