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this broke me guys 💔

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 ꨄ Isaac

˜”* ❝𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚? 𝙄'𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴏ.

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It had been roughly around a year since you moved out. Isaac missed you like crazy. He could easily find your information if he wanted to, and he had, but he wanted you to live peacefully. He knew you made that decision. That’s what you wanted and he had to respect that. Even if it was hard to.

Meanwhile, you were having the time of your life. Sure you missed Isaac but you got another chance at life. To really live again. This newfound freedom was something to cherish. After all, you never had that before. Even when you got saved, you were still being monitored. You knew you couldn’t live like that. That didn’t stop you from thinking about it though.

Nothing could prepare you for today. You had some people to meet but you weren’t expecting the type of people. It wore you out a little, talking to these people. So, you decided to take a walk after your meetings.

There was peace in the air that you breathed in. Nice and quiet. A comforting area you’ve come across. You felt like you knew this area though.

“What…” You speak to yourself.

You came across the place. The place. Where you initially passed out. Where Isaac found you. You never thought you’d see it again. It sent a chill down your spine. How could it not? You were on the verge of death. You couldn’t forget something like that. It took you a minute to collect yourself and walk away.

The walk was no longer peaceful. You felt like your light had dimmed. There was a gloomy sad feeling in the air that wasn’t there before. You wished more than anything that the alleyway wouldn’t affect you like this but that was just a wish. Just like your wish to see–

“Pickle??”

You flinched at the nickname. It was a special one. Given by

“Isaac?! Why are you here?”

“Me? It’s late at night and you’re less than a block away from an alleyway.”

“Yeah, the alleyway.”

You were visibly uncomfortable about that. That place made you uneasy. All of those places made you uneasy. It was clear as day and Isaac saw right through you. He’s observant but even more so when it comes to you.

“So,” He started again, “Where are you headed?”

At this point, he just wanted to talk to you. It didn’t matter what you talked about, he just wanted to talk to you. You knew that but you didn’t want to confirm it.

“Ah, I was just trying to clear my mind and get some air. It’s needed after talking to certain people.”

“Hm, like meetings?”

Trying to hide your smile, you nodded.

“Pickle, you’re doing meetings?” He asked teasingly. That was your guys’ relationship, a teasing one. That’s where the ‘Pickle’ nickname came from. However, there was a hint of pride in there. Possibly because he influenced you a bit but also because–

“I’m really proud of you, Pickle. I’m glad you’ve been doing well, very well.”

“Thank you, Isaac. That means a lot.”

Here you two were, smiling at each other. It was an endearingly endless moment for you two relishing in the moment. It didn’t feel like it was happening for too long but it certainly was.

“Is it okay if I…” Isaac tried to form a hugging gesture with his hands. It was sweet to see him so shy around you.

You nodded and shortly after, you were pulled into his chest and held by the man you’ve loved for so long. You felt truly safe and at home. It was then you realized he was your home. Not the state, not his house, not even the country. Just him. No matter where he was, he’d always be your home.

Your phone started going off from an alarm you forgot you set. It was a reminder to get home before it was too dark out. Even though it was already late.

“Shit, I should probably get going.”

“Do you want me to drive you home?” He hoped you’d say yes.

You pulled away from the embrace.

“No need. Bye, Isaac!”

And like that, you were gone. Long gone. He didn’t have your number, your address, or anything. It broke his heart a little. He knew that the next time he’d see you, it’d have to be another one of these coincidences.

“I really wish you stayed.” He said to himself, getting into his car.

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look i wrote this pls care abt it

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beccixxiluv · 9 days

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THIS HURTSSSS

We need a fan fiction of Isaac and the listener getting married and having a wedding day 🙏🙏

Bittersweet

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

The ceremony was a bureaucratic affair, passing by in an instant.

Isaac set down the leather-clad folder with all your documents, sliding it over the polished desk to the court official who leafed through them tiredly before handing you a paper to sign. She said a few words, only partly reading off the paper in front of her and giving you both a genuine but pitying smile.

Asirel was the only witness, signing the paper alongside you and Isaac. The court hall was nearly empty.

“Congratulations,” Asirel stated when you stepped outside, straightening his white tie. “I must say, I’m honored. In our line of work, we attend more funerals than weddings, so this is a very welcome change.”

“Thank you for coming,” Isaac replied, intertwining his fingers with yours, “It’s a shame you declined the invitation for dinner, but we’ll take an undisturbed honeymoon as compensation.”

You laughed, nudging Isaac’s shoulder playfully as you observed the small smile spreading across Asirel’s face. “I promise. You will not hear anything from me during your little Italy vacation. How long are you staying?”

“We have yet to decide,” you answered, raising an eyebrow at Isaac, who just smirked back at you. “But the flight goes next Friday.”

“Don’t expect us back too soon,” Isaac added, eyeing the person approaching, a bouquet in their hands.

“Right on time,” Asirel said, taking the flowers from them. Two bouquets were in his hands, beautiful white roses mixed with smaller red ones, nicely arranged in a collection that probably cost more than most people’s weekly salary.

“Lastly, not the most traditional wedding gift, I know,” he said, handing one to you and one to Isaac. He took a few steps back, pulling out his phone. “Smile,” he said, snapping pictures until he looked pleased. “Not the most traditional, but I think they suit the two of you. Enjoy your time together.”

He did not need to say it, but you heard the silent warning in Asirel’s words all the same. The second part of the sentence hung heavy in the air as you thanked him, taking your leave to return home, now married — enjoy your time together while you still can.

Mortality was a grim truth you had yearned to forget about on your wedding day. It was a day for celebration, after all. Celebrating love, celebrating each other, the time you had together, and the time still to come while vowing to be one another’s crutch, no matter the challenge.

It was hard to forget about the threat hanging over your heads due to the nature of your work. It was hard to disregard the eerie silence in the court hall or the private, almost lonely car ride home as both you and Isaac sunk into a pensive mood.

You had both lost so much and had faced heartache and heartbreak and grief that could fill more than one lifetime. In the end, your loss had left you both alone, which only made it so much more special that you now officially had each other.

It made silent tears of happiness appear in your eyes, knowing that Isaac would be by your side, knowing you did not have to face life alone anymore. He had reassured you of that plenty of times long before you entertained the idea of marriage, but there was something so secure about being able to call him your husband.

It felt as if you had finally become one.

“What a day, huh?” Isaac chuckled, opening the door for you and loosening his tie, “I never thought I’d—” he cleared his throat, a sudden surge of emotions overtaking him as he looked away.

You placed your fingers on his chin, guiding him to face you. “I never thought I’d marry either,” you confessed, looking into his eyes to convey your earnestness, “least of all you, the love of my life. My knight. My husband.”

Isaac hummed at your words, closing the gap between you with a deep kiss. You reached up a hand to cradle his face, feeling your heart flutter as he melted under your touch. “I love you,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tighter against his chest. “So much. I love you so much, I cannot express it.”

“I love you too,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder with a content sigh. You saw the gentle orange glow through the window, the sky outside illuminated by the setting sun. “Are you ready for the celebration?”

Isaac furrowed his brows in confusion. “What celebration?” he asked, trailing his hands down your sides until they rested on your hips, making you shudder. “Unless you mean—?” he purred, but you stepped out of his embrace before he could complete the thought.

“Wait there,” you said, rushing to the kitchen to collect the little surprise you had prepared earlier, taking a moment to tend to the bouquets. When you returned with a picnic basket, Isaac raised an eyebrow before realization dawned on him. His playful smile suddenly became serious.

“You mean—?” he began, voice shaky.

“We should celebrate with them, don’t you think?” you asked, wrapping an arm around him and walking to the door together. Isaac hesitated, reassured by your smile and the comforting hold you had on him as you led him through the garden to the spot where his family lay buried. “I’m sure they’d like that,” you said, spreading a blanket beside the tombstones and radiant flowers.

“Yes,” was all Isaac could muster as he knelt on the blanket next to you, tears blurring his vision as he sucked in a sharp breath.

It was the snap of the dull ache he had felt in his heart for weeks leading up to this day, knowing there was nobody left to celebrate with — knowing he would never feel the gentle squeeze on his shoulder from his grandfather, giving him a tight smile and supportive nod at having found his happiness, knowing he would never get to see his father’s proud smile as he waited for the love of his life to walk down the aisle, knowing he would never feel his mother’s loving hug as she told him how proud of him she was for following his heart and finding the person he wanted to face life together with.

“I’m sorry,” he choked, burying his face in his hands while his shoulders shook with sobs. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him through his gasping breaths. “I’m so— sorry,” Isaac cried, raising his head to look at you, his expression utterly heart-wrenching. You could see the shame, the longing, and the excruciating pain in his eyes, everything he usually kept so well hidden.

You shushed him gently, guiding his head to rest against your shoulder and tracing soothing circles across his back. He held onto you tightly as if you were the only thing keeping him together, the only thing keeping him from losing himself in his grief.

“Forgive me,” he said hoarsely after his sobs had calmed and the trembling of his body turned into an occasional shudder, “I know we should celebrate, but I— I can’t help this feeling of— of—”

“Sadness?” you proposed, planting a kiss against the top of his head. “Regret?”

“Never regret,” Isaac said wetly, looking into your eyes. “Yearning. I—I wish they were here,” he croaked, holding onto you tighter as if fearing you would slip away from him as well. “I wish you could have met them. I wish my father would have made a toast. I wish my mother would have— I wish they could have been there. I wish they were here with us. God, I miss them.”

“I know. I’ve got you,” you said, laying down on the blanket and pulling Isaac with you slowly. You were on your back, looking up at the sky and the quickly fading light while Isaac nuzzled into your side, his arm draped around your waist to hold you close. “They’d be so proud of you, Isaac,” you whispered, running a hand through his hair as you felt him shakily inhale.

He nodded silently, tears choking him up as the impact of your words fully registered. He had tried all his life to live up to the standard they set — be as thorough as his grandfather, as dutiful as his father, as compassionate as his mother — and spent night tossing and turning, wondering if he had become a person worthy of their legacy.

It hurt, being left to wonder. He missed his family so painfully, and their absence today was simply too much for him to bear. It had felt like a stab in the heart when he had taken a look around the nearly empty courthouse, seeing who wasn’t there with him anymore.

Asirel’s warning still echoed in his head — while you still can — and as Isaac looked up at you through tears in his eyes, he vowed to himself to cherish every moment he had left with you.

“I love you,” he rasped, pulling himself up briefly to lean over you and plant a kiss against your forehead. “Thank you, I love you.”

You reached up a hand to cradle his cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. Isaac hummed, bending down to kiss you properly. He could feel your smile against his lips, your free hand tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss.

“I love you too,” you said as you broke apart, intertwining your hand with Isaac’s. You brought them to your lips, the matching ring on them a testament to your love. “My husband.”

Isaac broke into a beaming smile, his eyes shining with affection and adoration as if he had only now fully realized it. “Yes,” he chuckled, radiant with happiness despite the bittersweet feeling in his chest. He could not shake what he had lost, not even on his wedding day. “All yours, Pickle. For as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

The sun had set long before you opened the basket to retrieve the Japanese dishes you had prepared, and you ate in the gentle glow of candlelight, remembering the time you had already spent together and making plans for the future. The night was warm and crystal clear, allowing you to stargaze until the morning sun came up.

“Did you see that?” you asked, pointing to the spot where the light of a falling star had quickly flashed. “Make a wish, husband dear.”

Isaac blinked away the tears of joy — he feared he would never get used to you calling him your husband — held you close and made a wish for this happiness to last forever.

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beccixxiluv · 14 days

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OOOO STOP LEAVING ME ON CLIFFHANGERS!!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐭 ꨄ Alex

˜”* ❝𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴏꜰ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

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“So, what? You saw him?”

“Yeah, we bumped shoulders or something and I looked and realized it was him.”

“No fucking way? And then what?”

Well, there wasn’t much to it. You wanted to say he freaked out and stared at you blankly but that wouldn’t be the truth. When you looked up at him, you noticed someone by his side. She looked oddly familiar but you were so shocked about seeing Alex that you couldn’t even process.

You wanted to act like you didn’t know who he was. You wanted to act like he was some stranger. You wanted to make him feel inferior to you. But, you couldn’t. The months you spent mourning your breakup didn’t exactly allow you to act like you didn't know him. Even when you thought everything was good now, it wasn’t. Well, you were happier, you had more important things you were worried about, but at the back of your mind, was him.

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to bump into you, Alex.”

He nodded as the woman next to him waited for him to catch up. It hurt so bad to see him not caring at all about you or the fact that you’re in front of him. He didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“It’s alright.” He would say before trying to catch up to the woman. You couldn’t let him walk away. But if you called out for him, would that put all of your healing to waste? Would that make you seem desperate? You will find out.

“Wait! Don’t go…”

He turned around with the most clueless expression on his face. You already regretted this. You prayed to the man above that the woman he was with was not a new lover. You hoped she wasn’t some type of replacement.

“Um, are you two busy right now?” You tried to look him in the eyes but couldn’t.

“We just finished a meeting, we’re heading back now. Why?”

Okay, they’re not busy but… damn. You didn’t plan this out. Wait, a meeting? Like, they’re not dating? This was strictly business?

“Um,” The woman spoke up, “I can catch a ride nearby. You guys should catch up, it seems like you need to.”

She shot you a friendly smile and gave Alex a nod. Yeah, she knew and she happened to be so incredibly nice about it. Maybe this was all a mistake but, you needed this.

Alex waved her goodbye before walking closer to you, “So, what is this about?”

You didn’t think that one through either. What was this about? You couldn’t tell him ‘Hey I’ve been thinking about you for so long and I finally got over you but then you randomly appeared so now we’re doing this’. That wasn’t exactly an option.

“Just wanted to catch up. I mean, you’re here, I’m here, why not?”

“Listen, it’s great to see you again, but I don’t think we should. I’m still trying to figure things out, you’re probably still hurting, it’s–”

“Who said I was hurting? Last time I checked, the reason I’m even here is because I was taking myself out. I’m good, Alex. But if you want to make excuses just to not talk, be my guest.”

Yeah, that was not how that was supposed to go but you didn’t appreciate what he suggested. Yeah, you were hurting but not anymore. It was unbelievable, the audacity and confidence he had behind that when he could’ve just declined without reason.

“So, did you walk away after that? There’s no way you two would’ve continued talking after that one.”

You re-positioned yourself on the couch and looked at your friend. There was a reason why you were getting comfortable.

“Well…”

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hello... uhhh.... surprise???

ive been tuning into the recent rap beef with kendrick and drake while writing this so you know i was motivated.

#zsakuva #sakuverse #alex #asmr #angst

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