Me

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

ahhhh okay okay so the latest ask (this one: https://www.tumblr.com/zsakuva/739500232427143168/i-was-watching-your-stream-yesterday-and-you?source=share) made me think of something! since listener has kinda tried to embrace isaac’s japanese side (by making gyoza for example), wouldn’t it be so cute if they tried to learn a bit of japanese for him and surprise him with it? or if he helped them study it?? i feel like he’d be really patient and gentle with that kinda thing hehe. maybe he’d tease them about their pronunciation a bit, or encourage them if they were a little shy? gah~ idk i just think he’d be really sweet about it!

man, saku. you never fail to take my obsession for fictional men to a whole new level…

take care of yourself and say hi to kimahri~!!

If Housekeeper decided to learn Japanese and surprise Isaac with it, the amount of love he'd feel would be insurmountable. He would do more than soften his gaze; I think he'd swoon and believe he's dreaming. To him, he'd wonder how he had someone as precious as the Housekeeper for a lover.

Isaac would take great pride in teaching Housekeeper the Japanese language and culture!

Thank you! :D

Someone draw isaac like this please

Help me !!! saku said that we will get an Valentine’s Day audio. But I forgot which character… it was Isaac or Xanthus I can’t find the information in the long live stream PLS ANYONE TELL ME !!!

NVM I FOUND IT ITS XANTHAS YAHHHHHHH YIPPPEEEE

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.

Luv luv you

CMON WHERE IS MY DAILY CONSUME OF ISAAC ??? Maybe how they cooked dinner after the confession (part 9) ??? Would be so cute !!!

𝟗𝟏𝟏 / 𝐌𝐫. 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 ♥ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝911, 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

You waited for Isaac in the kitchen after your… “pledge”. You started questioning why you even did that, considering he wanted you to leave when you’ve done enough work. It didn’t matter though, you were just excited to cook with him in a few minutes.

“Hello.”

You looked up to see Isaac looking at you wearing an apron. 

“An apron? Wow, you’re like a real chef,” You teased.

He chuckled a little before looking around. 

“Y/N, can you get the ginger and garlic?”

You nodded and went to grab the ingredients. 

“Ah, I can’t reach…” You said to yourself.

You looked around to see if there was something you could use to reach. Apparently, you were as discrete as you thought because you heard Isaac laughing.

“You need help?”

“Maybe.”

He grabbed your waist and made sure to get a firm grip on it. Then, he lifted you up so you could reach. 

“Just grab it and tell me when to lower you.”

You nodded. 

“Can you let me down now?”

He lowered you until your feet were on the floor again except, he was still holding your waist. You kind of wanted to say something about it but you didn’t mind this. Plus, you haven’t started cooking yet so it wasn’t like anything was burning. At the same time, you wanted to get this done so he could sleep reasonably tonight. 

“Uh, Isaac?”

“Oh! Sorry.”

He removed his arms from your waist and grabbed the garlic from you. 

“Awe, Isaac, are you blushing?”

He tried to ignore you but you both knew he couldn’t.

“Isaac, don’t ignore me.”

You took a few steps closer to him before your faces were only inches apart. Isaac’s eyes started wondering your face but they kept meeting your eyes and lips. You could tell he was trying to be slick about it but you always notice. 

“We should get star–”

He kissed you before you could even finish. It was warm and sweet. His arms went right back to where they belong, around you. 

“Yeah, let’s get started.”

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im sorry its so short omg IM SORRY IVE BEEN BUSY YALL

PLS PLS I WOULD CRY WHILE READING IT !!! Isaac buying the listener a cat but as a surprise and the listener getting really emotional but in a happy way. The listener jumping onto Isaac and hugging him and showering him with kisses.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♥ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙖.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ. (THIS IS NOT PART 2 OF BABYDOLL!)

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

You were lying in bed, almost closing your eyes. For context, you had a really hard day. You hd lost sleep from the night before so working was just too difficult when your mind wasn’t even working. Isaac had asked you a few times if you were alright and you would try to reassure him but he insisted that you relax for at least an hour. It seemed like he was going soft on you lately but you didn’t mind. 

The house was quiet. Like, suspiciously quiet. Normally, you could hear any little sound but you heard nothing. That was until you heard the front door open and then shut. However, it didn’t sound like someone was leaving, it sounded like someone just came in. Did Isaac seriously leave and you didn’t notice? Damn. You were really that tired. 

You could hear some rummaging and shuffling before it got closer. Next thing you knew, the sound was right outside your door. 

Two knocks.

“Can we come in?”

We? Well, that detail didn’t matter anyway because you were too tired to catch it. 

“Yeah, come in.” You reply, trying to project your voice and hide the tiredness in your tone. 

You hear the handle move around a bit before seeing the door open. 

“Okay, wait. Close your eyes.”

“Huh?? Uh… okay…”

You close your eyes and smile. These little shenanigans were so out-of-character for Isaac but at the same time, It was so… him.

“Hold out your arms”

“Like this?”

“Nononono,” He gently adjusted your arms, “Like this.”

He put something in your arms and you immediately held onto it tight enough to make sure it wouldn’t fall. 

“Alright, open!”

You open your eyes to see a beautiful grey and black cat (American Curl - they’re super cute) in your arms. 

“Isaac!” You look at him with your jaw practically to the floor, “It’s a cat!”

“Yeah, I was looking at her for a while and she reminds me of you so… See, she’s already looking at you like you’re her parent.”

“That’s because I am now. She’s my baby.”

You gently put the cat down on your bed and hug Isaac tight. He puts his head on top of yours and kisses your forehead. You lift your head up and kiss all over his face.

“Do you like my surprise?”

“Like?? I love her. She’s like our baby now.”

“Yeah, we’re her parents now. Ah, but, we need to give her a name.”

“I have so many ideas for that…” You say while going back over to the cat and petting her. 

You couldn’t see it but Isaac was looking at you with the most loving eyes ever.

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“Ow! Y/N, she keeps scratching me!” 

“She just wants to play!” You say, taking her in your arms. 

You lean forward, to Isaac and kiss him. 

“Thank you, baby. Thank you so much.”

“Anything for you.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

AHHHHH THIS WAS SO CUTE TO IMAGINE. ISAAC GIVING THE CAT TO THE LISTENER UGHH. they're so married i swear. anyways TYSM FOR REQUESTINGG ! requests help sm w writer's block and having no motivation so thank u sm and i hope this met your expectations

WHATTT THE LAST WAS CARZY ??? WE NOW NEED SOME SWWET THINGS !!! Just Isaac being sweet and gentle. Isaac once wanted to train the listener swimming since they can’t swim and he kept his promise. But …. the listener being insecure about there body and embarrassed as they get into the pool. It would be nice if you could make it gender neutral !!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ♥ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴡɪᴍ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

It was the middle of the day and you hadn’t seen Isaac. You thought he’d be somewhere near his study so you didn’t bother him just in case. However, you weren’t afraid to check up on him so you tried knocking on the door to the study. 

Knock, knock, knock. 

Nothing. 

You were about to go for another round of knocks until you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

“Isaac? Why aren’t you working right now?”

“We’re both off today, remember?”

You forgot about last night when Isaac so randomly and so abruptly announced that both of you didn’t have work the next day. In your defense, it was out of nowhere, but still, you felt bad for forgetting. 

“I forgot, sorry.” 

“It’s fine, as long as you weren’t already working too hard. Anyway, I need you to come with me.”

“Why? Did I do something wrong?” You worried a little. 

“No! I have a surprise for you!” 

As you held his hand with your eyes closed (because he told you to), you felt more and more curious. It wasn’t every day that Isaac had a surprise for you. Especially something he’s this excited about. 

“Alright… open.”

You opened your eyes to see swimwear laid out on your bed. 

“Isaac, I told you I can’t swim.” 

“I know, that’s why I’m teaching you!”

It was cute to hear him sound all cute and excited but you weren’t too sure about this. Nonetheless, you agreed to put it on and meet him at the pool.

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You looked at yourself wearing the swimsuit and couldn’t help but feel self-cautious. You tried to see if you could cover up a little bit but spoiler alert, that didn’t work. 

Well, Isaac wouldn’t judge you for your body, right? I mean, it just doesn’t seem like him. But also, it wasn’t just about how he felt, it was also about how you felt. 

You racked up the courage to finally meet Isaac at the pool and get greeted by a splash from him. 

“I didn’t even get in yet!”

He smiled and swam to the edge to help you get in. As he reached his hand out for you to get in, you found yourself hesitating, like a lot. Normally, when it came to him, you didn’t hesitate. Ever. 

His smile turned into a confused frown before he spoke up. 

“Are you alright? If it’s the water that’s bothering you, my hand is here to guide you.”

“No, it’s fine…”

You tried to force yourself into the water but it didn’t work. You couldn’t stop feeling insecure and just gross. You knew you weren’t but at the same time, did you know?

“Something’s wrong. Y/N, tell me.”

You didn’t wanna tell him but you knew you wouldn’t get in the pool if you didn’t. 

“Just um… getting into the water like this, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

He didn’t get it.

“Huh? How so?”

“Isaac, look at me. Wait no, don’t.”

“I’ve been looking at you this whole time and I’m not seeing anything wrong…?”

“I look stupid.”

Oh. Now he got it. Just those 3 words could make anyone get it. 

“Hey, no you don’t. You don’t look stupid at all. Here, tell me what’s going on.” He raises himself out of the pool and sits next to you on the edge. 

“My body doesn’t look weird to you…? I just feel weird with you seeing me like this when I look like-”

“Beautiful. That’s what you look like. And nothing less.”

He places his wet hand on top of yours.

“You don’t look stupid or weird or anything your head is telling you. You’re beautiful and your body is beautiful. Alright?”

You look at him and smile, “Alright.”

You were about to kiss him but before you could, he pulled you into the water.

“Hey! What the hell!”

“Just hold on to me!”

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a/n: ah first requestttt!!! I AGREE THE LAST ONE WAS INSANEEEE LIKE???? but thank u for requesting and i hope this met your expectations (fingers crossed yall)

Prelude in C-Sharp Minor

The piece I had in mind was Rachmaninov's Prelude in C-Sharp Minor.

Xanthus Claiborne x Reader

Xanthus plays the piano to express his emotions. You hear his pain.

Since your mission to take down the Trimedian, Xanthus had been distant. 

You brushed it off at first, thinking he needed some time on his own to recover from the shock and the betrayal you knew he must have felt when he saw Audric again. People dealt with trauma in different ways, and while you felt safest wrapped in his arms, you recognized that having spent as much time relying solely on himself to deal with everything might have led Xanthus to need to process things on his own. You didn’t push. 

He would come to you if he needed someone to hold on to. He would talk to you if he needed to express his emotions and just vent for a while. He would nuzzle his head into your shoulder and cry if he needed to, wouldn’t he?

Xanthus was always there for you when you woke up screaming from another nightmare or felt tears choking you as you thought back to the mission. He could feel your emotions, so he was next to you in an instant, gathering you into an embrace and making you feel safe, reminding you that it was over, that you were alright, promising he would not let anything happen to you. Never again.

Despite the bond, you had not felt any feeling of terror, anger, or sadness coming from Xanthus. It was almost as if he had blocked you out, stifled his emotions so they would not get to you.

While he tried to put up a cheerful facade around you, his smile never reached his eyes anymore and the faux levity he brought into the thick atmosphere that had appeared in the mansion made you all the more worried for him. 

It did not help that his smile always dropped when you turned your back, and no matter how much effort he put into hiding it, the anguish in his ruby eyes could not be concealed. 

The soft notes of the piano carried gently through the hallway as you descended the stairs. Xanthus played beautifully, despite insisting that he was severely out of practice and had forgotten a lot of techniques over the decades. 

You walked quietly over to the living room, where the grand piano stood in front of the floor-length window. The flames in the open fireplace painted the room in a gentle light, illuminating the sheets Xanthus was reading from. You could not help but admire his form as he sat perched on the piano stool, moving his upper body in tandem with the notes he struck on the keys in Lento. 

The melody switched suddenly from feeling like a gentle but tragic autumn breeze to a grave, hurried expression of despair and fear as the tempo picked up. The playing nearly felt chaotic, and it made your heart ache to see the earnestness with which Xanthus conveyed the heaviness of the piece.

To him, it expressed the disarray of his thoughts and feelings.

He had nearly lost you on the mission. He had put you in danger, even though you always reminded him that you had gone willingly, fully understanding the risk you were taking. It did not matter. When you were separated, he had failed to protect you. He had let you down.

He had broken his promise to you.

It kept him up at night, the memory of the fear he had felt and could sometimes still feel coming from you through the bond; the sound of Audric's smooth voice as he taunted him for his affection, his weakness.

The Agitato concluded as Xanthus struck the notes, making you wince at the burning anger you heard in them. They sounded nearly discordant from the force with which he played them.

No matter how loud he played, the echo of Audric's venomous laugh, the sound of your fearful breaths never left his mind.

As the tempo picked up again, Xanthus continued striking the keys, pouring his heart into the forte fortissimo and adding such melancholy and despair into his playing that pesante did not begin to cover the pain you could hear him express.

Tears gathered in your eyes at only being able to guess at the anguish he was going through because Xanthus simply would not talk to you. Maybe he would, in his own time, but only watching and hearing him suffer through everything alone made your heart break regardless. The notes he played on the piano were the only expression of his grief you had been witness to.

The volume decreased slowly, with a few changes of rhythm. Xanthus sighed as he played Lento, the last notes of the piece carrying through the room like a whisper of defeat.

“I can hear your heartbeat, you know,” he whispered into the heavy silence stretching across the room, “It’s quite distracting when I try to keep the rhythm.” Xanthus turned around on the stool, the light of the fireplace reflecting in his eyes and painting his face in a warm glow. 

You could see the gravity the gaze levelled at you and came closer, brushing your hand along his cheek in a gentle caress. “You play beautifully,” you told him, bending down to place a tender kiss against his lips. 

Xanthus hummed into the kiss, a small smile appearing on his face as you broke apart. “I have you to be my muse, love,” he said, placing his hand over yours to pepper soft kisses against your palm. 

“It was rather heavy, though.”

“Rachmaninov told a suffocating tale in it, yes,” Xanthus conceded, standing up to guide you to the sofa facing the fireplace. “That doesn’t make it any less of a masterpiece. The tragedy and despair conveyed so candidly— they make it one of the most emotional pieces I have ever played.”

You took hold of his hands, beginning to play with his fingers and rubbing your thumbs against his joints. A pianist's hands ached after playing difficult pieces, you had read somewhere. “You know I’m here if you need me, right?” you asked quietly, looking him in the eyes. 

His gaze softened as he leaned over to kiss you again. “I know, love,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours, “Thank you.”

The two of you stayed cuddled together for the rest of the evening, gazing into the flames.

“Why don’t you play Liszt’s Campanella next time?” you teased after a while, raising one of his hands to your lips. 

“Very funny, love.”