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HEY I HOPE YOURE DOING GREAT !!! I have an idea so … this scenario is like a week before they became a couple (audio 9) and they had a day off since listener finished a case and they decided to take a day off. As listener got ready for sleep they got a little sad and basically went to sleep crying, Isaac still saw light coming from the room and since it was late he decided to check up on them. He walks in and as he was about to turn of the light he sees the tears and puffy cheeks from sleeping listener THEN ISAAC GETS SOFT AND WORRIED SLOWLY TOUCHING THEIR FACW AAAAAAA
𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ꨄ Isaac
˜”* ❝𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚.❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ.
⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯
It’s been so hard to get used to this type of life. Yeah, it’s been some time but damn, this shit is hard. You felt like you didn’t belong here no matter how much closer you and Isaac got, it just felt like you were out of place. And what about when you left? It didn’t feel like he wanted you to stay even if you wished he would. It was getting difficult for you to hide your feelings for him.
There was nothing left to do anymore. You finished any piece of work that came your way and now, you were left by yourself in your own company. It was peaceful but it felt overly lonely. That’s what you’ve been feeling lately, lonely. It was hard for you not to get all in your head when you were alone like this, especially at this time. Isaac was busy and there was nothing to distract you.
Why did this have to happen? You didn’t need a savior if things just went differently. It just felt like you were a burden on Isaac and you did not want to feel like that. Your eyes tear up at that. The thought that you were a burden on the only person you had, someone you really fucking like too.
Now, you’re sitting here bawling. It seemed so silly, like something you’d do if you were still a kid. Just crying about nonsense. But, it was your head getting to you. You were just glad Isaac didn’t see you like this. It would’ve been mildly embarrassing and you didn’t want to deal with that at all. You weren’t even sure if he was up at this time. You decided to go to bed as it was late and crying wasn’t going to fix anything, no matter how much you needed to.
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“Y/N?”
Your door cracks and eventually glides open revealing a sleepy Isaac. He came in to check on you since you left your lamp on. He already knew you were asleep but something inclined him to just get closer and check.
“You awake?”
A hand glided across your face with gentle intent. It was a sweet, soft touch almost like a caress. His hand met and caught a tear from your closed eyes. “You’ve been crying… why…”
He focuses on your puffy red face. He wasn’t used to seeing this, not from you at least. All of a sudden, you feel the bed move a bit. When you lifted your head, there he was, draped on the bed next to you.
“Isaac, why are you in here?”
“The light was on and um, I was worried.”
“Aw, thank you for worrying but there’s nothing to worry about.”
You roll over, looking away from him. You knew he saw your face but you didn’t want to draw any more attention to it. You’d rather hide under a thousand heavy covers than let him see your face like this. It was embarrassing and you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough in front of him.
“Please look at me.” He says in a desperate tone. It was on the verge of an eager request with a slight whimper.
With that voice, damn, you wanted to. You wanted to do anything he asked if he asked in that tone.
“Why?”
“I want to look at you when I talk to you.”
You sigh and turn around seeing his face. His expression is full of concern and sympathy. It wasn’t a pitiful expression, no, it was so much kinder than that. Somehow, it was comforting.
“Y/N, why were you crying?”
“There’s just a lot going on in my head right now, don’t worry, Isaac.”
“Are– are you sure? I mean, I can sit here and listen to you talk about it if you want.”
That was sweet of him but you didn’t want him losing sleep. Not for something like this anyway.
“It’s okay. Go to sleep, Isaac.”
“Fine,” He stood up, “Goodnight, Y/N.”
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i miss isaac so bad now i know how the andrew fans felt UGHSAHG
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ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ - xᴀɴᴛʜᴜꜱ ᴄʟᴀɪʙᴏʀɴᴇ ☆
this is a kind of recreation of xanthus’ first episode but with dialogue from the listener and says what’s i think is happening in the audio if that makes sense <33
cw: talk of cannibalism (once), st4bbing scene (again, only once) bl00d and bl00d drinking, tiny nsfw scene if you interpret it as such
gender neutral listener :-) i wrote this without my glasses on so sorry if there are any mistakes D:
if you wanna listen along to his episode: https://youtu.be/9NVb39swQ8Y?si=_3E9bCVR54vlSbvV
“where are you heading too?”
the noise made you jump and turn from where you were walking. you had just finished your late night shift and had closed up shop to finally go home and rest. after dealing with your…unusual coworker and customers who wanted to rip your head off, you were glad to finally be on your way back. you’d thought to take the alleyway by the fast food restaurant you work at for a quicker way home, however someone stopped you in your tracks.
“you must be in a rush to choose this kind of alley to walk down, it’s dangerous to be out alone at this time of night, especially in this type of place where someone can follow you without getting seen.”
the man was right, you were in a rush. his almost hinting remark however made you worry. turning around quickly and hitching your breath, you saw him, his eyes half lidded and a slight smirk on his face. he was quite tall, his hair was light blonde, and he dressed quite elegant for this day and age. dare you say it, he almost looked exactly like his voice.
he must of saw the panic on your face, eyes wide and body tense with fear.
“ah it’s okay, there’s no need to be scared, i won’t hurt you.”
he tried to calm you, taking a few steps forward with his hands up, only for you to start taking steps back quickly out of his reach. you said nothing, expressing what your feeling with your facial expressions.
“only, this alley has one way out, and if you keep walking, it’ll just be a dead end so, i’m going to give you a choice okay?”
this almost threatening demeanour of his made you reach for the knife you had stored in your coat pocket. you’d always carried one around ‘just incase’. you’d never felt safe going outside without at least some support. he kept waking towards you slowly, with you taking steps back. passing by a lamp post, you could finally see his eyes properly for a second, getting a glimpse of the colour. where they…red?
“you can either try to fight me to escape, which you won’t win by the way, or indulge me for a little while.”
both choices seemed near enough dreadful. his words and tone put you off, making you think he was plotting something. he’d stopped walking, but you still kept your distance, ready to run if needs be.
“i’m feeling quite hungry, and you have a cut on your arm don’t you?”
hungry? what was he, a cannibal? all this talk made you uneasy, forcing you to speak for answers.
“how did you-“ you started.
“i have an attuned nose.” he cut you off, smiling, almost knowing that what you were going to say.
he started stepping towards you again, but more quickly with his hand out. you tried to flinch your arm away, but he was too quick, grabbing your arm to inspect the wound. you didn’t dare struggle, instead looking at him up close. he was definitely not human, his eyes were a dark red, shining in the moonlight, and you could see slight fangs when he spoke. he had a tight grip on you, stronger than a human, his skin was deathly pale, and he almost looked mythological.
“it’s rather fresh though.” he observed. “was it a paper cut, or an accident with a knife?”
he questioned you, but instead of letting you answer, he carried on talking, still holding your arm and looking into your eyes. you still had the hold on the knife with your other hand.
“you seem to be quite the clumsy person, or maybe just naive considering you didn’t walk the long way round where there’s light.” he said, gesturing to behind you with his hand where the entrance to the alley was, letting you go gently. you could only stare, focused on what he was going to do next so you could know when to run.
“in here, who knows what you’ll find in the darkness.” he started walking even closer to you, you’d already stared stepping back as a reflex, his tone being more threatening making you uncomfy.
“you want me to show you?” he asked. he was right there. standing. those words must of set you off, as you grabbed for the knife and quickly pierced it through his skin.
you stood still, hand still on the knife as you looked up at him as he only grunted. he seemed…unaffected, making you let go and stepping back quickly.
“well that was a surprise.” he said, you stared in horror and gasped as he pulled the knife out of his stomach so casually and dropped it to the floor, smiling at you. but…how? how was he still standing there like nothing had happened?
“i didn’t think you’d come so prepared but, i can admit when i’m wrong.” he chuckled slightly, and started making his way towards you.
that was it. you had to run. this man was no good. you turned round and took one step to run, only for him to move so quickly through the air, grabbing your shoulders and putting his hand on the back of your head so he wouldn’t hurt you, and pinning you to the wall in one swift movement, knocking the breath out of you and making a noise of pain. you hadn’t even registered what had happened until he started speaking.
“ah ah ah, you made your choice, and i said you wouldn’t win.” he spoke, keeping his grip on you. you tilted your head back up, looking at him with half lidded eyes, trying to get your breath back as he looked down at you.
“but if your equipped with a knife, then i see why you tried.” your mind raced with thoughts. this was all happening so fast.
“i commend you, really.” he said, loosening his grip on you so he wouldn’t scare you. “normally people in this situation would cower or faint, someone did that the other day actually.” he spoke to himself. “but you seem to be holding yourself together quite well.”
you on the other hand, was trying to get your breath back, he pinned you so fast your body didn’t even comprehend what happened. he retracted his hand.
“your out of options.” he spoke sternly, making you look up at him. “now, let me see that cut of yours.” he gently lifted your arm so he could see.
“hm, it’s already healing, i guess it wasn’t that deep.” he observed. “ah it’s an animal scratch isn’t it? smells like it. well, that doesn’t matter anyway.” the way he knew without even putting your arm up to his nose made you wonder. you had managed to get your breath back.
“what- what are you?” you finally spoke to him.
“what am i?” he repeated, before laughing. “you need the whole cape and slicked back hair vibe to figure it out.” he joked. “you look smarter than that!”
he must of saw your face, and spoke.
“i’ll give you a clue.” he said, as he suddenly got closer to your neck and talked in a low voice to your ear. his sudden closeness made you put your hands on his shoulders, ready to push him off.
“right now, i can hear your blood pumping, and it’s only that fast when someone’s scared or exhilarated about something.” he spoke as he retracted his head from your neck. you weren’t sure which one you were, this was all to much to take in.
“you think i’m handsome is that it? your not the first.” he spoke cockily, his attitude matching his voice. if it weren’t for the situation you were in his voice would of made you melt. he looked back at you, still pushing you at the wall gently so you don’t try and run.
“but, you are the first to pull a knife on me which i’m not going to forget anytime soon.” he stated, as he suddenly lifted his hand up, grabbing your chin and peering into your eyes.
“i want to know if there’s anything else interesting about you.” he said gently, looking at you as if he was trying to look inside you. “what else, do you have hidden under your clothes?” he said, glancing at your neck and over your collarbone. “shall i have a peak?” he teasingly said.
he made you panic internally. “you- uhm-“ you said, trying to get the words out, but all your mind focused on was trying to get away from the man. as if almost reading your mind, he spoke.
“well, it’s not really your skin i’m after but what’s flowing beneath it.” he said as he lifted his hand to parts of your neck.
he wants your blood? so does that mean he’s…
“right here.” he gestured, “are the best taps on the body.” he said, stroking your neck, still looking at you.
“some of my kind don’t have a preference between both, but personally, i like the jugular over the crotted.”
that sentence confirmed all your questions. so he is a vampire. at least you knew what you were dealing with now. he carried on talking.
“most people think we just bite anywhere and drink but there’s a sophistication to it, we’re not savages.” he spoke almost offended.
“anyway, enough of me talking, let’s hear you now.” he spoke, getting closer and lifting your head up so he can see your neck. once you realised what was happening, you started to panic. you tried to move away, but he kept his grip on you tight, almost suspecting that you would try to move.
“this is the one i like.” he said, almost purring as he spoke to himself. “but i have to be careful, take too much, and you’ll die, and i don’t want that.”
you spoke up, “your- your not going to kill me?” a strain in your voice as he kept his hold on you.
he hummed, smiling gently at you, “like i said, i won’t hurt you, i just want a drink. but first.”
you suddenly felt a sensation on you as he kissed your neck, making your breath hitch as he hummed to himself. he pulled off.
“ah i can already tell you’ll be sweet.” he said passionately before kissing you again. his voice made your legs buckle slightly as he kept you held up.
“i would tell you to calm down but, i like it when hearts are beating this fast. i can feel it on my lips.” that comment made you melt. he must have a natural charm.
“you’ll feel a slight pinch okay?” he assured into your ear. you just nodded, not entirely sure what was happening and unable to fight anymore.
“don’t hold your breath.”
his teeth sunk into you with ease, making you jolt at the pain but he held you down, keeping you in place so he doesn’t hit anything fatal. the sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. it was painful but…nice? you eyes shut tightly as you whimpered quietly at the pain. your grip on his shoulders tightened as he drank, him moaning into your neck with thirst.
he pulled off with a gasp, trying to catch his breath.
“god you taste good.” he said almost lewdly as you took in the feeling. “your sweeter than most as well.” he said, savouring the taste of your blood on his tongue. “is it your diet? or maybe you just like sweet things.” he rambled. “well, i’m not complaining.” he said before latching back on to your neck quickly, not giving you time to breathe.
he was desperately hungry, like he’d been longing for the taste of your blood for ages. he held onto you with a feeling of want. you were supposed to escape but…why did you like this?
“it feels good doesn’t it?” he asked, pulling off. “you’d think it would hurt right? it only does when vampires don’t care for their meals and shred the neck like their starved animals.” you couldn’t even hear what he was saying anymore, your body feeling warm and your head all fuzzy. “sometimes i’d like to kill those brats myself, but slaughtering your own kind is frowned upon isn’t it?” he asked you, only to notice your face looking up at the moon.
“i could drink all night, but ill give you some time to breathe okay?” he said, feeling the heat radiating off you, your breathing trying to adjust.
“oh? what’s this? your body’s burning up. that’s not a reaction that normally happens, though, it does if you like what i’m doing.” he asks, smug. you gave him a look that says ‘stop being so full of yourself.’
“come on, be honest with yourself. it’s just me and you, and from what i can hear, there’s no one else around.”
he was right, you did like this. but, obviously, you aren’t going to tell him that.
“i’ll have you know that-“ you took a breath, “this is not enjoyable. it might be for you but not for me.” you weren’t going to tell him what he wanted to hear. he hummed and gave you a smirk.
“you don’t have to lie to yourself, give in.” he said lowly, “hell, i’ll even let you tug on my hair if that’s what you really want.” he said, moving your hands from his shoulders to his hair. you gave him a glare.
“i don’t know what your trying to do to me, but it’s not working.” you said, sick of his smug attitude, too weak to fight him anymore. he only hummed in response.
“your quite cute you know.” he said, inches away from your face.
“that’s only because you want more of my blood.”
“it has nothing to do with feeding, i just find you attractive.” he said as he got closer to your neck. “there’s no harm in a little honesty, is there?” he said, sounding slightly annoyed. you said nothing.
“ah, your bleeding.” he spoke. ‘obviously, you just bit me?’ you spoke in your mind, not saying it out loud. although you can guarantee he can probably read your mind.
“let me help you.” he said, latching onto your neck once again. you’d think he hasn’t been fed in weeks with how much blood he’s taking from you. you reflexly gripped his hair from the puncture in your neck. he hummed in response to you doing so, it must be what he wanted. you were becoming to weak to fight him anymore, so you let him take what he wanted, going along with him.
if you said it didn’t feel good, you would be lying. your breath hitched between your teeth, and you hummed in him going deeper in your neck, him still holding you up and being careful to not hit something he shouldn’t. pulling off in satisfaction from your actions, he smiled down at you.
“ah yes. there we go. submit, and i’ll make it feel even better.” he whispered. he grunted as you suddenly tugged his hair, his head flying back. he laughed in response.
“such a tight grip, finally.” he almost sounded possessive as he spoke. he must of felt you retract your hand slightly.
“don’t worry, i’ll take good care of you.” he said reassuringly, not wanting to scare his meal away. “relax and enjoy the ride.” he said, biting into you one last time with a noise of contentment. you put your head back on the wall behind you, unable to hold it up anymore as you became lightheaded.
“strange.” he remarked, pulling off you. “normally it’s rather easy for me to stop but, i’m having difficulty with you.” just as he finished his sentence, your knees buckled, unable to hold out anymore. he held you up, laughing slightly.
“your feeling lightheaded huh?” you nodded. “don’t worry i have you, lean into me.” you leaned into his chest with relief, your eyes closing as your mind processed what just happened. “there we go.” he spoke. you hummed as he kissed your neck gently, rubbing your back as he held you against him.
“i’m afraid if i take more you’ll pass out completely.” you nearly heard him speak as your ears rung slightly, your head spinning. “i don’t kill those i feed on, not anymore, so you’ll be safe.” he continued to rub your back. “i haven’t had my fill but, i’ve had enough for now.” you were surprised. you felt like he had drained you completely, and you were just holding out as your legs weakened.
he sighed, and pushed you away from his chest, still holding onto you “alright, sit down, come on.” he guided you to the floor gently, leaning you against the wall, and checking your neck gently. your eyes were still closed, as your hands draped by your sides.
“hm, i dug a little deep didn’t i?” he said, rubbing your neck, your eyes half lidded to look at him.
“here.” he said, running his thumb over the wound and closing it up, “that should do it.”
the pain was gone, but you still felt weak.
“it’s a shame i can’t take you back with me,” he sighed, “i’m not completely against kidnapping or i’d be a hypocrite, but this won’t be the last time i see you.” he suggested.
“we’ll meet again. but for now, look into my eyes.” he spoke sternly, holding your face to look at him. you opened your eyes, and his now once dull eyes were now glowing red and bright, forcing you to look at them. you brain felt floaty as he spoke.
“you won’t remember tonight.”
hi guys i am alive :-D so sorry ive took such a big hiatus, take this for now as i get my ideas and motivation back 😭
requests are open if you want to send me some! i need ideas pls pls 🙏☹️
thank you sm for reading <3
- jude
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𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐱 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Genre: fluff/comfort
c/w: implied/mentions of trauma, abuse, assault themes
a/n: I wrote this at 3am while I'm the kitchen because a spider was in my bedroom
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
Isaac had never been one to be very affectionate, he was a very busy man with work and such. It would often only range from small hugs before he left for work to spooning while you both slept, it was never more than that. This however, it made you feel a little insecure, making your mental health slightly decrease.
You were alone at home, the house was empty. Isaac was working late and your thoughts were bearing down on you, chomping away at you. You were tired, your eye bags showing the extent of worry and stress you felt.
Your mental health had just been plumeting lately with thoughts of how Isaac may leave you. He knew you were often worried and over thought this. Due to your last and past relationships, he always tried to put things right between the two of you, never wanting you to feel left out or alone at all. He was there for you and wanted you to feel loved despite him not showing it very often.
You sighed, the sunset turning into a watercoloured scene, the colours blurred nicely into each other. Yet it felt so lonely. Your hands slowly slid up to your face and hid it, you then felt the warmth of tears burning your palms.
The scene was emotional to anyone who saw it while peering up at the window at you. The apartment was large and had large windows, allowing anyone outside to look up inside. You sighed and looked at your phone, Isaac hadn't messaged yet.
You stood up and wiped away your tears while you crouched and got a start on dinner. It would probably go cold before Isaac got back again. Yet.. you would still cook, the food hot in the pan while you made a simple recipe.
You didn't know if Isaac would even be coming home tonight. The thoughts were making you spiral and you soon became emotional, tears forming again as you cried. Your body slumped to the floor, spoon in hand and your arms still half folded on the counter. You looked so done.
You hadn't even noticed Isaac had walked through the door due to this. As soon as he saw you, his eyes widened and he quickly put down his things and came over. His hand pat your shoulder and he crouched to your level, his hands sliding to your face as he looked at you.
"Oh love.."
He sighed in a soft way, his large hands held your cheeks either side of your face, tracing your scars and such as you cried, your hands angrily and uncontrollably trying to push him away but he didn't care and pulled you in for a hug, he knew you needed it, as soon as he felt your body melt against his.
"I've got you.. I've got you shh shh shh.. Let me take care of you"
You had never felt him be so touchy, it made you almost calm immediately. Hands calmly touched you and lifted your body into his large, muscled arms. He sat down on the sofa and grabbed a blanket, wrapping you up and cuddling you. You let him do whatever he pleased at this point, you craved this comfort.
"Such a good pet for me. There you go, calm.."
He smiled softly and kissed your head, letting you rest in his lap. The rain outside gently hit the windows and added to the comfort, the tv quietly playing an animal documentary that both you and Isaac watched. His hands played with your hair while you came down from your meltdown, soft hair stayed in between his fingers as you both fell asleep.
The image of you both passed out and exhausted on the sofa would never not be cute or funny. Your face was red and teary, yet hidden in Isaacs chest your breath warm. Isaac meanwhile was holding your waist with one hand and one on the back of your head. Neither of you heard his phone ringing later that night. You both deserved this break and Isaac finally having time to touch you (he was most definitely ignoring the call)
Maybe you are made to be loved, you deserve this after everything.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
a/n: AH, I'm so sorry this is so short I have such bad writers block 😭 I'm probably going to write a part 2 where he takes you for a day out
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𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 ꨄ Andrew
˜”* ❝𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣' 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚.❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴡ
⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯
“Andrew?” You called out into the next room waiting for an answer. There wasn’t a response so you thought to try again. You also didn’t want to text him if he was just in the next room, “Andrew?” You called out again. Again, no response.
You sighed, standing up and walking to the bedroom, where he was. Upon reaching for the handle, you noticed something. ‘Hmm,’ you hummed to yourself and frowned. The door was closed and locked. You didn’t have a problem with that but now it sparked your curiosity. You gently knocked on the door.
“Yes, Darling?” You heard. He sounded frantic but not in a bad way. More suspicious, he’s hiding something way.
“Can I come in?”
You hear shuffling for about ten seconds circling the room you were standing outside of. Now, you are more curious than before. There wasn’t even a lot in that room so what the hell would he be moving around? And why was he so panicked?
The doorknob trembles in front of you before the door slowly unfastens. There you see Andrew suspiciously standing in front of something while looking like he just ran a mile.
“What are– never mind. I just came to ask what our exact plans were for tomorrow. I know we have everything down except for times. I don’t want it to be like…” You trail off as you focus on Andrew’s stance in front of… whatever he’s standing in front of. He looked so still and concentrated. “Okay, no.”
“What?”
“Andrew, what’s behind you?”
“It’s not important, continue, darling.”
You moved closer to him and pulled him away from the item behind him. He tried to block you from seeing it but by now you’ve already known it was some kind of surprise.
“What is this?”
He sighs and moves the object closer to you. “I was saving this for our date tomorrow. Now that I think about it, it would’ve been difficult to carry this around without you seeing,” He makes a hand motion to you, “Open it.”
As you open the box, you can’t help but giggle a bit. You saw something that you’ve previously mentioned you wanted but you never explicitly asked for. A big bear with a giant bouquet of red roses.
“Aw, Andrew! You didn’t have to, you know? I would’ve been fine with your presence alone.” You say feeling a tiny wave of guilt. This was the way Andrew was. He’d do things for you that you loved but it felt like a lot. Sometimes, you feel like you don’t deserve it all. Especially what you did to him. Taking his teaching career–
“Don’t. I know you’re thinking about it. I’ve already made it entirely clear that I like doing things for you just as much as you do for me. You know I don’t ever want to appear empty-handed when it comes to you.”
You catch a feeling in your heart, a good one at that. The feeling travels up to your neck, then to your face, and reaches your eyes filling them with warm tears. You didn’t like crying in front of Andrew as much as he didn’t like crying in front of you. However, you weren’t sad or angry this time. You were crying and it all stemmed from the feeling of love. Your love for him emphasized itself and caused a wave of emotion in your body. You tried turning away from him but he already noticed.
“Darling? Are you crying?” He asks as he concerningly blanketed your body with his arms, “Did I do something?”
“No, I just– I think I fell in love with you again.”
“Ah, that happens to me with you daily, Darling.”
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eugh i dont think i could write for andrew again unless i made the reader a total badass. (cuz i partially hated this)
im so excited to finally move on from this and finish the next one
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𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ꨄ Isaac
˜”* ❝𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚'𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡?❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯
“Hey, did you get my text?” Isaac caught you from across the room. Honestly, you hadn’t picked up your phone at all. You heard it ding a few times, yes. But you didn’t bother looking at it. You were in a weird state of just thinking and nothing else. No distractions, no conversations, no anything.
“Pickle?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I didn’t see it.” You responded. It was hard to truly focus on what he was saying and why. You were just so in your head. It wasn’t anything crazy though, you were just thinking.
Isaac tilts his head, “Are you okay? You seem off.” He always makes it a point that you can come to him if you need him but sometimes you just don’t feel like bothering him. You know he hates that, you think you’re bothering him. If anything, he’d be the happiest knowing that you’d go to him for anything.
“Yeah, sorry.”
He turned on the light in the then-dark room and sat down. Isaac gestured for you to join him which you did. You knew he caught on and you knew he’d probably think there’s something wrong. There wasn’t, again, you were just thinking. What’s so wrong with that?
He looks you in the eyes and sighs. Normally, you were the one to pull him out of the bubble but it was difficult for him to do the same. Not that he couldn’t or anything, it was just difficult. Plus, you never really let him either.
“Pickle, don’t do this. Let me help you for once.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. You almost felt sorry for him with the look he gave you.
“Isaac, it’s okay, I’m okay.” You say trying to get up.
Isaac perked up a bit and dragged you back down. He put his arm over you, locking you into place. If he wasn’t getting answers before, he’s getting them now.
“Here’s the deal, you can either tell me what’s wrong and we can talk it out orrr,” He leans his head on you, “We just sit here in silence. Either way, neither of us are leaving.”
Well, now what? Isaac got you trapped in his arms and you knew damn well he wouldn’t let go. He’s done this before. That’s how he did it, the comforting. He’d make you tell him unless he truly felt it wasn’t his place to know. For some reason, he has this odd sense of knowing. Knowing about a quarter of what’s going on in your head. Maybe it’s all those years of experience, being a PI and all.
“Fine, fine! I’ll tell you, okay?” You finally gave in. His arm loosened but it stayed around you. Isaac was now looking at you expectantly. Shit. See, the problem was you never address what you’re thinking about when you’re like this. It stays in your head and doesn’t go anywhere else. You don’t say anything, you don’t put it on paper, it just stays in your mind. Now he was raising a brow, waiting for an answer. “I’m just in my head, that’s all.”
“About what?”
Damn.
“It’s really nothing, don’t worr–”
“Tell me.”
Damn.
“You know, I just think about us and all that.” You tried to summarize. You should’ve known he wouldn’t take that as an answer because he knew there was more to it. He knew a lot when it came to you.
He shook his head, “What about us? And what’s ‘all that’?”
Damn.
“Fine. Look, I was just thinking about how couples are normally really fit for each other. Like, you can see two people together and it makes sense that they’re a couple. Especially if you know them because they tend to compliment each other a lot.”
“Uh-huh…”
“But with us… I mean. I feel like it’s weird or unfitting. Like, I feel like im holding you back somehow and I can’t help but think it’s about all of my imperfections that you say you love, and I don’t doubt that but, I don’t know.”
“I think we’re fitting. I think we look good together. I could ask other people if they do too. Pickle, your imperfections complement mine, your weaknesses complement mine, your strengths, your likes, your dislikes, everything. If anything, I feel like we’re a perfect match. I was alone for years after losing everyone. You were alone and in need of help. I had enough to help you, you had enough to keep me company, and now we have enough to love each other.”
Your eyes lifted from the ground and into his where you see the corner of his eyes slightly wrinkled. He would typically look at you with that when he’s the most sincere. It was like he was smiling with his eyes, like a Duchenne smile.
“But, I understand. Our mind does this to us, we start overthinking about something we thought we knew,” He continued, “Here’s something you can trust, though. I love you, okay? Nothing will change that, ever.” He pressed his grinning lips onto your forehead and then to your lips.
“Thank you, Isaac.”
“Anything for you, Pickle.”
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this album has multiple covers so yall know what that means .
okay i feel like this whole thing was just straight yapping but you know, isaac's my bae so best believe i WILL be yapping. thank you.
#zsakuva#asmr#sakuverse#zsakuvaxreader#isaac#isaacrhoades#im still mad about his last name#UGH OKAY#anyway#did i eat#hehe :3
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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 ꨄ Elias
˜”* ❝𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜.❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴄᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ'ꜱ ʙᴏᴅʏ.
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“I just feel like there’s a lot of shit we’ve been through together, you know? It’s starting to feel like we could tackle anything together.” You hear Elias coming back into the room with the fruit you asked for.
“Thank you,” You respond as he hands the bowl to you. “Continue what you were saying.”
The two of you had been having a conversation about how Elias feels like you were meant to be. It was a strange but sweet idea. The idea led to a deeper conversation than the two of you intended but you didn’t mind, it was extremely interesting. He also used some of his prior knowledge to explain his point which you didn’t understand at all but, you found it very endearing.
“Like, I’m not entirely sure there’s an alternate universe but I’m leaning towards the idea every day and if I follow that theory, I feel like we would also be together in another universe. Like… maybe a universe where you save me this time. Or maybe one where we could just be free together, you know?”
You giggle a bit, “Would you even like me in another universe?”
Elias looks offended by the question. It was an obvious answer, plus, he just explained to you that he would.
“Of course. Would you?”
You teasingly ‘hmm’ at the thought, knowing you would too. That’s what you’d be doing in another universe. Teasing him the way you do now and always will. That was just your dynamic with him and it hasn’t changed much.
“Oh, c’mon! You wouldn’t like me in another universe?” He pouts at you. He’s lucky he’s persuasive in other ways because the whole ‘pouting’ thing did not suit him.
“Ugh, I would! Calm down.”
“Oh, okay!” He sat there with a grin, “What about like… another planet?”
Of course, he’d use this conversation as an opportunity to talk about planets. It was his favorite thing after all. Talking about the two things he loves the most, you and astronomy. Even when you’d least expect it, he’d bring it up. However, this time was a little more predictable.
“Hm? What planet?” You question him. You weren’t sure where he was going with this.
“I don’t know… Wait! I have an idea! Say your favorite planet on three, and I’ll say mine.”
You nod and count to three. You didn’t know much about the planets or why one would be your favorite but yet again, you’d always been drawn to Saturn. It was one that actually interested you a bit.
3, 2, 1
“Saturn?” You both answer at the same time.
Out of disbelief, you look at Elias and smile. You didn’t think you two would have the same favorite planet. It was a pattern with you two though. There would be a lot that the two of you would be completely opposite about and then there would be things like this.
“So…” He continued, “Would you want like me with you on Saturn?”
“Duh. I’d like you anywhere with me.”
Elias leaned down for a kiss but you fed him a strawberry instead.
“Is it good?”
He mumbled while trying to quickly chew and swallow the strawberry. He was upset that you blocked his kiss but he couldn’t deny the deliciousness of the fruit.
“Yeah, yeah it’s good but, I’m tryna taste something else.” He closes his eyes and leans down.
You feed him another fruit, this time being a piece of mango. You laughed at his hums of annoyance.
“What?! You said something else so I gave you mango this time!”
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i had a sorta angsty elias fic like half done but for some reason i absolutely could not finish it so i bring u.... (short) fluff!
#zsakuva#asmr#sakuverse#zsakuvaxreader#elias#i cant lie this shit got me fluffed out#beware for the next fic
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𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨 ꨄ Zaros
˜”* ❝'𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨.❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴢᴀʀᴏꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ.
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You were going on a walk to calm you down. The trials have stressed you out to a ton and you could not sit still. However, you wanted company. You knew how much he irritated and aggravated you with his little tantrums about how ‘spoiled’ you were but you couldn’t help but feel relaxed around him. He was the one person you could be yourself around. Even though your guard was always up, mask always on, he got to see a more truthful side to it.
It didn’t take too long to find him as he visited his favorite areas. And there he was, reading in the grass. You couldn’t grasp how he felt so comfortable doing such and so openly, but it wasn’t time for you to judge, not now anyway.
“I’m going for a walk to clear my head.” You say looking at him sternly. However, he seemed quite unbothered. He didn’t ask anything or say anything witty. He just sat there.
“Have fun.”
“You don’t want to join me?”
“Do you want me to?” He raised a brow, smirking. A stupid look that he always has on his face. It was utterly annoying but it did amuse you just a bit.
You nodded to his ask and waited for him to get up.
“You’re carrying the book around? Just leave it here.”
“I’d rather have it on me in case you try hurting me. Oddly, you would even want me to join you on this walk. Suspicious even. Are you planning on getting your competition out of the way early? That’s foul you know.” There he went with his blunt, arrogant, insufferable rants and accusations.
You didn’t even care to indulge in him, you’d rather relish this peace. He must’ve noticed your unusual silence because he reciprocated it. Even though you were already a quieter person, often holding back, you’d snap back at him.
“So, my Earis, what brings us here and on this stroll? You seem awfully peaceful and quiet today.”
“Well,” You started hesitantly, “I know the trials have been utterly stressful, wouldn’t you agree?”
Zaros scoffed at your facade. He knew you weren’t as put together as you portrayed yourself to be. Unfortunately for him, you had no intention of arguing.
“So you brought your rival on a stroll with you? That’s outright stupidity.”
“You’re free to leave, Zaros. You were invited to join me, not required.”
He stared at you in silence. Normally, he had a smart counterpoint but not this time. Not even one word no matter how bad he wanted to say it. For the first time, he was completely dumbfounded.
“Apologies, I– the idea just confused me.”
You nodded in acceptance of his apology. Most of the time, you’d laugh at him for being so quickly flabbergasted; however, you didn’t have the energy for that. You didn’t have the energy to be as angry or snarky as you typically were.
“But,” He started again, “You are very quiet today. Perhaps you want me to start the conversations?”
“That would be nice.”
“Ah, what am I most interested in asking you about today?”
“Please nothing that would make me feel guilty.”
The two of you laughed at that. It felt so odd but so right. After all, if a joke is funny, laugh. That was something you’ve taught him a long time ago. Around when you first met. Zaros wasn’t the best at expressing himself but you changed him completely. Whether that was a good or bad thing, you didn’t care enough to debate it.
“Remember when we were learning how to skip rocks? Ah, you hated that. Always complaining about your hands being dirty and coming to me to help you clean them.”
“I remember that. I still loathe the filthiness of those rocks. I did turn to you a lot though, didn’t I?”
“Yes. Always going to me saying ‘Zaros, my hands are dirty again!’ I remember I would use my own clothes to wipe your hands and arms. I felt like your protector or some such.”
In a way, he kind of was. That’s how you used to see him. Oddly enough, that’s how he saw you too.
He cleared his throat and walked closer to you, “That was when we were inseparable.”
You smiled at him, “The most free I've ever been.”
He looked at you in confusion. He knew you didn’t have the most freedom here but if anything, he thought you would enjoy it knowing your ‘standards’.
“You feel trapped here?”
“Not trapped, just very restricted.”
“Do you feel trapped right now?” Zaros asks, putting his hand on your shoulder, expecting you to push it off.
“No, not when I’m with you.”
You say as you keep his hand on your shoulder, enjoying his company.
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this was originally supposed to be an alex fic but... no! this was also going to go in so many different directions so it took me a minnn
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𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 ꨄ Kayson
˜”* ❝𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧'𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴋᴀʏꜱᴏɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ.
⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯
You didn’t understand where it came from but were going through it. Your chest would be heavy, your body would be weak, and your eyes would be all teary. It was most likely from the way you had ignored your mental health as you thought you had more important things to focus on. Despite your talent of hiding it all, someone saw right through it.
Kayson would notice that you were less smiley and more gloomy. You were less talkative, spaced out more, and hid your face more. As much as you assured him everything was fine, he knew how you were. The way you’d pretend everything he saw was a part of his imagination knowing damn well he caught on.
Mental health wasn’t that important anyway, right? Sure, you were slowly losing yourself, becoming less responsive, and getting more tired but did it matter? You were raised in an environment where there were always bigger things to focus on. It didn’t matter how bad you felt, there was always something worth more attention. That’s how you knew it. Til you met Kayson.
He’d ask you randomly throughout the day how you were feeling and if you needed a break. In the beginning, you saw it as a distraction just as your parents did. However, you saw how healthy you were when Kayson came along.
Even so, you didn’t want to worry him. Not worth the time.
“Babe!” Kayson calls out, waving his arms in front of your face. He looks at you, concerned to which you can only smile briefly. He smiles back but his smile quickly drops as he sees you going back to your blank expression. “Are you okay?”
You try to answer with a nod but you realize it wouldn’t be enough.
“You’ve been acting strange recently and I feel like you’ve just been… gone.” He looks at you, eyes worried. He reaches his arm out, gesturing for you to lean into him, which you did. “I’m all ears. If you wanna cry, if you wanna rant, or even if you don’t wanna say anything. I’m here, okay?”
You look up at him with teary eyes. As soon as they make contact with him, you break. Before you know it, your face is damp and red, and you’re sniffing after every breath.
“Kayson–”
Your face scrunches up again and you fully fall into him. You finally let go. This was the first time. There were moments you were vulnerable around him, yes. However, this was a completely unfiltered you.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–”
“Don’t. Don’t finish that. You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? You can always come to me, that’s what I’m here for.” Kayson said, smiling. It always amazed you how he was able to be so smiley at a time like this. He would continue to give his all into comforting you while still being the purest soul you knew.
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ive been so so so terrible with my mental health recently (aha ironic!) and it has definitely affected my creativity but i hope this makes up for my absence
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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.
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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)
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𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ꨄ Alex
ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: 🎧
ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ
↻ ◁ ɪɪ ▷ ↺
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❝ Hung all my clothes in the closet you made
“I can’t believe we’re living together. Like, finally!”
“I can’t wait to get your pictures in this new setting.”
“Alex!”
“What?!”
Your shoes still in boxes, I send them your way, hoping life brings you no new pain
“Is this my stuff?”
“Mhm.”
“You couldn’t even bother packing it up properly? Wow.”
I rearrange my memories, I try to rewrite our life
“You're good at staying rational until you're not.”
“What?”
But no matter how I try to
“Want to tell me what's wrong or am I supposed to guess?”
And no matter how I want to
“You really think something's going on between us…?”
And no matter how easy things could be if I did
“I’m sorry about the other night, I was overthinking and my thoughts got the best of me…”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I forgive you.”
“You okay?”
And no matter how guilty, I still feel saying it
“Why the hell am I the last person to know about this? If anything I should be the first. Not only are we dating but you live with me. But you told me after everyone else? After all the people that you don’t live with? What kind of shit is that Alex?”
“I didn't tell you at first because I knew you'd react like this.”
I wish I hated you
“Hey, hey. This… this will be– it’ll be okay.”
“But it’s over now.”
“I know it'll be the end of us but…”
I wish that weren't true
“You know you're my favorite person. You're adorable and clingy. The day hasn't even started yet and I'm falling for you a little more.”
“Go back to sleep, stupid.”
Wish there was worse to you
“You know, Alex. This year has been the best. I don’t even mean it in a weird, sappy way, but I don’t know. You make every year a good one.”
I wish you were worse to me
“Well, you stay here where it's romantic and warm, I'll be back with the hot chocolate, okay?”
Yeah, I wish I hated you. ❞
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that was literally justtt dialogue (exhausting but after yesterday, i had to)
dont worry, the andrew fic is still in the drafts i just got more motivation to kinda finish this after yesterday.
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some isaac fluff/comfort to recover from your last one? 😭
maybe when lover has a really long day with their cases and isaac takes care of them? 🥹
(also love you and your amazing writings 💗)
𝐘𝐨𝐮 & 𝐌𝐞 ꨄ Isaac
˜”* ❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨.❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴡɪɴᴅ.
⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯
“Pickle, I’m gonna go somewhere later, wanna come?” You hear from the other room. It doesn’t ring any bells though because you were so engrossed in your work. Not even looking anywhere that wasn't your laptop. The case you were working on was extremely stressful because there were so many possibilities and you couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.
The problem with this was, you didn’t have much time for Isaac. He wasn’t too clingy because he knew fully well how much the job takes over the brain. However, he found himself being more… eager. Eager to see you, to hear you, to finally be near you while you guys sleep, all of it. You guessed he was just feeling affectionate but it never crossed your mind that it would be because of your absence.
“Pickle?”
You still didn’t answer. It’s not like you didn’t hear it. Your body was just so numb to any vocal cues because of how dangerously long you’ve been on this case.
The door knob rattles a bit before the door opens. Standing in the doorframe is Isaac with a frown on his face. You saw him but it didn’t alarm you like it normally would’ve. On a normal day, you would’ve been very quick to ask what was wrong even if it was something tiny. Not today though.
Isaac approaches you reaching for your hand.
“You’re doing it again.” He says with a frown.
“Doing what?” You ask without looking away from your work.
“You know what. You’re being unresponsive.”
Ironically, you didn’t answer to that. Isaac sighs and sits down next to you. At first, he waited for some kind of acknowledgment from you but after a while, he realized you wouldn’t give any. He sighs a little louder but it’s ignored by you. He tries going for your hand but you didn’t even flinch at that.
As you're staring at the screen, you can only wonder if you would be able to finish this case with the right information. You seem so lost in the case but your chaotic thoughts are quickly silenced once your screen goes black.
“Hi, Pickle, this is the real world.” Isaac sarcastically greets you but you’re not too fond of it. Of course, Isaac doesn’t care. He wants you to relax, at least for a minute.
“You’re so annoying.”
“You weren’t answering me! Plus, I missed you.”
“We’re being clingy now, Isaac?” You smile at him. He laughs a little and leans his head on yours.
“Come to bed, Pickle.”
He gently drags you out of the study by your hand.
“I thought you were going somewhere?”
“It can wait for tomorrow. I’d rather go with you tomorrow than leave you like this but unsupervised.”
He proceeds to take you into the bedroom where you immediately feel at ease even being in there. You could feel a huge weight coming off your shoulders being replaced with excitement to lay down and sleep. Isaac helped you into bed, making you lean on him.
“How do you feel about oatmeal for breakfast tomorrow, Pickle?”
“Don’t tell me you are planning on making breakfast. I’ll do it.”
“Nope. Tomorrow, you’re going to lay here until it’s time for you to eat.”
You two share some laughter along with other banter. You appreciated Isaac and his efforts. He was always willing to do stuff for you. He’d be unserious, for you. He’d be ‘clingy’, for you. He’d do anything for you. You looked at him and sighed.
“Thank you, Isaac. It’s been really exhausting these past few days and I’ve missed you a lot.”
“Of course. I noticed how bad it was getting and I had to step in.”
“I love you, Isaac.”
“I love you too, Pickle. Sleep well.”
He kissed your forehead before pulling you in closer.
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so my dumbass asked for requests a while ago and i realized that half of them i didn't do so im making up for it now
thank u 4 requesting, ily
#zsakuva#asmr#sakuverse#zsakuvaxreader#isaac#isaacrhodes#ifusawthelastposthatideletednoudidntthatwasanaccident
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zaros showing listener the flowers and telling them things about the flowers when he catches them in the garden one day 😆
𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 ꨄ Zaros
˜”* ❝𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ, ᴢᴀʀᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ.
⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯
You were sitting in a field of flowers. It seemed weird but it brought you peace. That day, you had been put under so much pressure. It felt like the only way to escape.
Normally, when you’re in this state, you don’t want anybody seeing you. This is a moment of weakness, something so rare for you. On top of that, it was apparent that you were crying a bit. Not a total mess, but definitely shed a few tears because of how stressed you were.
You heard some movement in the flowers, it scared you but you knew if you turned around, well. You stayed still thinking maybe, just maybe the person behind you would see that you’re sitting there and walk away. Sure enough, a tap on the shoulder. You sigh and turn around before seeing–
“What are you doing out here?”
Zaros.
Great, he’s probably going to mock you or some such.
“Is it wrong to want some time outside?” You reply. You tried hiding your shaky voice but Zaros knew you.
“Well,” He almost sounded like he was going to say something insulting before he dropped it, “Would you like me to tell you about some of these?”
He knew you were on edge and needed to calm down. Zaros could spend hours ranting about you but he would drop anything and everything to help you. After all, he was the only person who knew the real you.
“Yes, please.”
He sat down next to you and pulled your head towards him. If this were any other day, he would be going on about how you must feel leaning your head on ‘such a leech-like him’ but not today. Never on a day like today.
“This flower field is quite extraordinary. Normally, you see a lot of the same flowers in one garden but not this one. This one has so many different kinds like,” He picks a flower from the ground, “This one.”
“You really just took that from the ground?” You asked, laughing a little.
He rolled his eyes at you.
“This white lily. It represents purity, peace, and I think… life? Here, hold your hand out.”
You hesitated but did as he asked. He was so gentle with you in this moment.
“Hold this flower. I’ll give you more and we can make a little bouquet out of the ones I give to you.”
He went digging for one of those yellow mimosa flowers.
“Maybe they aren’t in here.”
“No, I know there’s at least one in here.”
You smiled, “Why are you even trying to find this one?”
“It represents elegance, respect, and friendship.”
“Awe, are we friends?”
He ignored you and kept looking for it.
“Ah, I found it! Here you go!” He placed it in your hand.
You looked at the two flowers you had in your hand and smiled, they were so beautiful.
“This right here is a Gladiolus,” He explains while showing you a tall pinkish-red flower, “It represents remembrance and strength of character from what I remember. It also looks a bit like a sword, right?”
“It’s pretty.”
He motioned for you to hold the flower, and that you did.
︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵
As time went by, he handed you more and more beautiful flowers while explaining the meanings of some of them. He was shocked to see a few of them there and explained some ‘lore’ about them.
Before you knew it, it had been hours with just you and Zaros.
“Okay, I think you need a Daffodil,” He said as he added it to your pile of flowers. At this point, there had been so many different flowers lying on your lap and around you.
“What’s the Daffodil supposed to mean?”
“New beginnings.”
New beginnings?
“I think I have enough here.”
He looks at your pile and nods.
“One more though.”
You roll your eyes at him but not in the annoyed way. This was the one time you were with him and felt kind of… good.
He hands you a red rose.
You didn’t think he’d give you one since he kept avoiding red flowers. You knew why though.
He didn’t even bother explaining. He just started making the bouquet out of all the flowers while reciting what they resembled.
“Meadowsweet, protection. Hyacinths Purple, regret. Red rose… Dand–”
“Red rose, love.” You interrupt him.
“Of course, you know that one.”
You laugh and help him make the bouquet which ended up being huge.
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FIRST ZAROS FIC! this was so incredibly fun and difficult to write. i love zaros and the listener sm. ty for requesting !
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𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞) ꨄ Alex
˜”* ❝𝙎𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙.❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ.
⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯
Sometimes, when it’s dark out and the halls are quiet, you think of him. The way he smiled, the way he called you ‘the love of his life’, his admiration for you, you thought about it all. There were some days you would hate yourself for making him leave and others you would hate him for abandoning you. You could think for hours and hours about what you could’ve said.
Some nights, when you’re lonely, you pick up the phone and go to his contact. You’ve never made it past that point. You just stare at the picture and the heart that’s still next to his name. Though, you’d like to someday reach out in a friendly way, you know it could never be like that.
Maybe there’s another version of you two where instead of being forced back into strangers, you were closer than before. Maybe in another universe, you’re all he needed. But that’s all in another universe, not this one. In this universe, you blew it. In this universe, he left you. In this universe, he left your heart empty and cold.
You tend to wonder how New York has been treating him. If he likes the people, the food, the atmosphere. It remains a ‘wonder’ rather than a question since It’s not like he would tell you. You wonder if he thinks of you when your favorite artists play on the radio. You wonder if maybe just maybe, he stared at your contact too or if he still kept the heart next to your name.
However, you can’t live like this anymore. Thinking about your ex every day wondering if he still cares about you. There isn’t anything left for the two of you. It’s time you go your separate ways.
It was beautiful, your life without him. Your head was so clear, your smile brightened, and you were more focused on work. It was lovely how perfect it all felt. You felt like your life was yours again. Now, there are still days when you would think of him, he no longer had a heart next to his name, you didn’t care about how he was doing, and you had no hate left in your heart. You had worked on yourself so much and matured so much over time. For the first time, you were truly proud of yourself. You didn’t hate Alex anymore, you didn’t cry thinking about him, you didn’t want him back, you just continued to be there for yourself.
That was all you needed. That self-love you were missing for so long. That trust and security in yourself that wasn’t there before but now was more present than ever. You felt so independent but in a healthy way. In the way where you knew you could find what you needed in yourself rather than something or someone else.
There were days when you’d treat yourself to some kind of beverage. You wanted to reward yourself for great accomplishments. Not in a narcissistic way but rather a, ‘Hey, you’re doing great, I love you’ way. It was crazy how your life flipped so drastically. You’d drink your beverage in peace and get back to hard work. Many of these days went by but none of them had the aura of this one. Today, you were extra bubbly and bright. You were glowing in the best way possible. People around you treated you with such kindness, the same energy you, yourself put out into the world.
It was already a good day. You were walking around knowing you were owning today. The air was so much clearer, your heart was so much warmer, and everything was so beautiful today. It was like a dream almost. Even the person that bumped into you, you didn’t mind it. Even when the person turned around and your bright aura started to dim.
“Alex?!”
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every lyric in this song is so them FIGHT ME
also this is like kinda bad but shhhhhhhhhhSHHHHHH
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sneakity peakity 2 motivate me more
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me writing an andrew fic after i said i wouldn't
#zsakuva#asmr#sakuverse#zsakuvaxreader#andrew#andrew marston#this is one out of my twenty five drafts i have rn
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ok andrew this is very sweet but you said luca got married??? HE GOT MARRIED?? WE MARRIED LUCA FINALLY?????
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