#isaac x reader

[filmobsessed555]

Everyday I mourn the loss the Isaac night fandom

[jailuncle]

Meeting Isaac ordonez on the first day of filming and him being nervous to talk to reader because they’re alternative

Fur boots!

The first day of filming Wednesday Season 3 was already buzzing cameras being rolled out, lights adjusted, hair-and-makeup people running in every direction. Isaac usually stayed quiet on first days. Hoodie up, script tucked under his arm, blending in despite being one of the leads.

But then he saw you.

Sitting on a folding chair near the makeup trailers, one leg crossed over the other, phone in hand. Wearing these big ridiculous fur boots huge, soft, and dramatic. A short denim skirt with three different belts. Sheer tights with tiny runs that looked intentional, like part of the aesthetic. A fitted long-sleeve top — ribbed, charcoal gray. Silver rings and long acrylic nails with a pink and black lace design. A small nose ring and a silver bar through your ear.

Isaac was stunned.

He stopped walking. Literally just stopped in the middle of set traffic as people brushed around him.

You lifted your head at that exact moment, meeting his stare directly.

He froze harder.

You smiled — subtle, barely lifting the corners of your mouth, but soft enough to be disarming. Confident. Calm.

Isaac immediately looked away, pretending to check his script even though it was upside down.

You were alternative. Boldly, unapologetically alternative.

Kind of like him — but confident in it. Comfortable. Effortless.

He was suddenly aware of how sweaty his palms felt.

“Isaac?” the director called.

He jolted. “Yup! Here! Totally ready! For filming! Acting!”

Smooth. Very smooth.

But as he walked past you, he couldn’t stop staring. The boots. The skirt. The rings. The whole aesthetic. It was like someone had manifested his exact type just to mess with him.

And then you stood.

The fur boots made you a little taller, the skirt swayed lightly as you stepped forward. Isaac’s heart kicked.

“Hey,” you said, pulling out an earbud. “You’re Isaac Ordonez, right?”

He blinked too fast. “Uh—yeah. Last I checked. Unless someone replaced me overnight, which I don’t think they did. Probably.”

You lifted an eyebrow, the faintest smirk forming. “So… yes?”

“Yeah,” he managed. “Yes.”

His brain blanked.

He knew that. He had read the call sheet multiple times. He had even googled you after they sent out the cast list and then felt embarrassed about it and stopped after two photos.

But now? Now his brain was fried.

You smiled a little wider. “Good. I’m Y/N. We’re scene partners today.”

“Right,” he said. “Scene partners. Lines. Acting. I can act.”

You raised an eyebrow “well I’d hoped so” you say amused. “Wanna run them together before they call us?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice too soft. “I… yeah. I’d like that.”

You gave him a look that said you’re cute but also deeply confusing.

“It’s okay,” you said, a teasing edge creeping into your voice. “You don’t have to be nervous.”

“I’m not,” he blurted, far too fast. “I’m totally not nervous.”

You looked down at his hands. “You’re literally shaking your script.”

He glanced.

He was.

He hid it behind his back. “That’s just… it’s windy.”

“There’s no wind.”

He inhaled sharply. “Right.”

“I, uh…” he began, tucking his hoodie sleeves over his palms. “Sorry. I’m usually better at talking. To coworkers. And humans. In general.”

You tilted your head. “You really don’t have to apologize.”

He peeked at you. Your expression was sincere — patient, even. Not judgmental.

Not bored.

Not annoyed.

“You’re just… different from what I expected,” he admitted quietly.

You raised a brow. “Different good or different bad?”

His throat tightened. “Good. Really good. Like… you look cool. Really cool. Like you walked out of a magazine but also a horror movie but also a concert. In a good way. Really good way.”

He wanted to die.

But instead of laughing at him, your cheeks warmed slightly.

“Thanks,” you said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I kinda thought you’d be different too.”

He stiffened. “Different how?”

“Well…” you said slowly, smiling. “I figured you’d be confident. You know — you’re famous, you’ve done this forever, people literally scream when they see you.”

Isaac snorted. “I hide when they scream.”

“I noticed,” you said softly.

He blinked. “You did?”

“Yeah,” you said.

Isaac stared at you.

This time, you looked away first — a little flustered, a little pink in the cheeks.

“Anyway,” you said quickly, clearing your throat. “Lines?”

“Right,” he said, voice gentle now. Almost steady. “Lines.”

[madnessless]

I.N. x Reader Headcanons || Married life and Family time at the Night Manor || Patr 1 [intro & Mornings]

Info: I'm fairly new to Isaac x reader, so I'm doing the best I can :) Heisenberg is a college next to Nevermore from my fanfic. This would take place in the Wednesday era. Any reference to unknown characters or places are probably from my fanfic, do not panic, haha. No tw enjoyyy

Mornings

*The Night Manor was huge, but it always felt warm and cosy thanks to your family. Both Tyler and Françoise lived with you and Isaac. It never bothered you; the manor was big enough to fit at least ten more people.

*You worked at Willow Hill as a nurse while Isaac taught at Heisenberg. You barely had time to spend together during the week. Both of you had crazy hours. Tyler studied at Nevermore. His parents had divorced a few years back, and now Tyler spends most of his free time at the Night Manor. Honestly, if you asked him, he would choose the manor over the Galpin house anytime. The main reason why his parents had divorced was because of Donovan's job. Watching his wife leave him had only made it worse... His relationship with his son was not doing well. Isaac had a huge impact on his life, which did not exactly please Donovan. Isaac had been gone for a few years after graduating from Heisenberg. He had come back only for a few events like the Addams' wedding or Françoise's wedding. He had met Donovan at a diner party at the Addams manor. They had hated each other instantly. Donovan hated how Françoise cared about Isaac's general opinions on everything, and Isaac hated him for way too many things, the first being that he was a normie cop who did not like outcasts that much. He had questioned Donovan's genuineness towards Françoise throughout their entire relationship. And naturally, Isaac had celebrated their divorce more than his own bachelor party. He was much much happier now that his sister and nephew lived with you two.

*You two had met when Isaac came back from his travels. Tyler was three years old already. He was conducting tests at Willow Hill for Dr Gore, a researcher in emerging sciences from Heisenberg College, when you noticed him across a hall. His laid-back body language and manic eyes had made your stomach clench. The following day, he was eating lunch with a few notable researchers when your eyes crossed. It felt like sparks -waves of electricity- had shot all across the refectory. It was love at first sight, at least on your side. Isaac... Took a bit of time to realize it. He had quite a heavy past with girls, but he had never truly loved like he loved you. It was intense and possessive. A few relatives had called him psychotic, but you only saw devotion in his demeanor.

*Once Isaac had realized how much he loved you, it didn't take him long to propose. "Why waste any time? I love you. I want you. Not once in a while, every day of this damned life! I want you, Y/n! I love you!" he had told you, his tone factual, his eyes glimmering with desire. You were surprised he was even into marriage. "Only for you,' he had told you, smirking his way to your lips.

*You were married within the year, settling in the old family manor, which had been neglected by the Night siblings a very long time ago.

*Isaac was religious about his daily routine, influencing the rhythm of the entire house indirectly. You were the only one who escaped his tornado of rumbles and orders. Sometimes, it would make you smile. "He would make such a good father," you told yourself.

*You worked night shifts a lot, so whenever you would come back home in the early hours of the morning, you would try not to wake him up when he was asleep. Isaac did not sleep a lot. He was a night owl. He would often be working in his lab all night long. You would usually drag him to bed, literally taking him by the hand and putting him to bed. He would whine and glare, but you knew he loved it when you did. You suspected he did it on purpose, so you would fuss around him. He ADORED that, although he would never admit it. You would see the corner of his lips curve upward just a tiny bit, but that was enough to read him. You knew that man was giggling inside. If he weren't so pale, he would be blushing too!

*Once awake, he would quietly kiss your temple, trying not to wake you up, and tiptoe out of the bedroom. A few minutes later, you would hear chaos coming from downstairs, usually when Tyler was home. You would drift back to sleep, lulled by your family's bickering, a smile on your face.

*On mornings when you had to go to work too, the routine would be simple but on beat, just like Isaac's clockwork heart. You two would be in complete sync. You would shower together, sharing an intimate moment before your day began. You would help with his tie while he combed his hair back. He would make the bed and fix the bathroom with his telekinesis while you got dressed. And finally, the two of you would go downstairs, putting your work bags next to the front door.

*The kitchen table would be filled with food, prepared by Françoise. She loved to cook. You would all sit around the small table, digging in. Isaac had a bad habit of eating very little food. He stuck to black coffee, making Françoise very unhappy. You never meddled when the two siblings would fight. You had learn your lesson. However, just like he watched over your health like the mad scientist he was, you took care of him, too. A simple glare from you would make him shrink in his seat. He would eat a few pancakes just to please you. That took you years to achieve, and each time it worked, you would smile triumphantly at him. He would hide a smile while drinking his coffee.

*The family would happily chatter, except for Tyler, who, like his uncle, was not very chatty. So it would mainly be you and Françoise yapping, making both men happy and overstimulated. Isaac could be very chatty, but he hated small talk. However, when he was not having a good time, you would ask questions about his current work, sending him into a frenzy of information and facts about it. You barely understood any of it, but you knew it would make him feel better, so you sat quietly, listening to his deep voice, a dreamy look on your face.

*Once you were all done with breakfast, you two would leave for Heisenberg. Isaac did not drive. He hated it, hated cars. He had told you many times that the only way he would possibly drive a car would be if he had built it himself, that little brat. That was part of his daily routine, too. Every single day. He would brag about how much his craft would be much more reliable and safe. You only smiled and drove. You were used to his maniacal obsessions like this one. Loving him meant listening to his rumbling all the time. Your colleagues thought you were insane for it. Maybe you were. Maybe that's why you two loved each other so much. You were just as insane as him...

*You would drop him off first, kissing him passionately in front of the building, not caring if students saw you. 'Let them see,' you would tell him, making him laugh. You loved the idea of people knowing he was all yours. That was only true. He was yours! Then you would drive to work, already counting the hours until you saw him again.

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This one took me a while, and then suddenly, tonight, I felt the inspiration coming to me like a god sent message 💡🌟

I had fun, so I hope you did too hihi

Part two could be night routine 🫣👀 just sayin'

[mentharuum]

Memento mori.

Unbearable Beauty.

Chapter II. "Knowledge is power"

Part I.

These two years have passed too unnoticed for Agatha. She devoted all her time to her studies, immersing herself in the study of her own strength and her essence. Framp dreamed that Nevermore would be considered the best of the best, perhaps even eclipsing the older sisters. In her heart, she always wondered, where did she get such a desire to surpass others? Of course, some moments dragged on from childhood, from the lower grades, but now she's fifteen, and maybe she'll have to outgrow this moment?

Agatha decided to go a little later to avoid unnecessary instructions from her mother and sisters. She already understood perfectly well that all three in Nevermore would be the case to introduce her to everyone or even to some of their companies, that the girl was not interested at all. God forbid, will Morticia also introduce her... boyfriend? With such a thought, Agatha only mentally crossed herself. All summer she prepared for joint study with her relatives, counting down the days as before the Day of Judgement.

Slamming the lid of the last suitcase, Agatha went downstairs for the third time.

She didn't seem to have forgotten anything. Oh, even if that's the case, he'll definitely come back during the holidays or the weekend and pick it up.

Sitting in the car in the back seat, Agatha watched with her eyes as one of the butlers of her family, having already had time to put everything in the trunk, got behind the wheel. Well, the trip promised not to be particularly long. If her memory doesn't change, the academy itself was located about two and a half hours from home, so she'll have some time to devote herself. Immediately thinking about it, Agatha looked down at her gloves, which had recently become an integral part of her wardrobe.

She tried to select them clearly for her image, so that they would only complement it from time to time, without interfering in any way and not looking superfluous. With age, Agatha began to add gothic things to her images more and more often, but still tried not to neglect them. After all, life shouldn't be only in black and white colours, right?

Looking out the window, Agatha kept catching the landscapes of the dark forest, which was combined with a narrow part of the roadway. This view fascinated her. She always dreamed of going to nature with her family during the holidays or some holidays, but, alas, it never worked out. I still remember the moment when the girl prepared a small picnic in a clearing in the forest, which was not far from the house, and no one came there... After this attempt, she didn't even try to gather someone from her loved ones anymore.

What's the point?

Throwing negative thoughts aside, the younger Framp inhaled and exhaled. She didn't want to clog her head with unnecessary garbage again, which would knock her off her feet, making her too sensitive and naive. Moreover, Agatha swore to herself that she had buried her old self deep underground and that no one should see her real self, except for a pillow and a mirror in the room. Mother always said that showing any emotions in public is an incredible sign of weakness and fragile ego, so Agatha did not want to seem like a lousy sheep, as she was considered before because of the lack of a gift.

Deciding to distract herself from all this, Agatha took out of her bag a plan for the school year. In August, she studied it far and wide, making notes in those places that interested her most: firstly, all newcomers are lured into all kinds of clubs and circles, and Agatha already knew for sure that she would enter either medical, if there were places, or scientific; secondly, she hoped that she would get a single room. Framp didn't even plan to make friends. Why did she need unnecessary distractions to be thrown out later, like...

Shaking her head, Agatha covered her eyes. I didn't want to stir up the past at all, especially before the upcoming school year, so you need to focus on more important things than this.

Agatha broke away from her notes only when she felt that the car had stopped.

Raising her head, the image of the very elite academy for outcasts, performed in the style of Romanian architects of the late XVII and early XVIII centuries, appeared before her. At first glance, you could realise that the building carries a kind of mystery that the girl would like to solve.

Adjusting her school uniform, Agatha got out of the car. Hundreds of students flashed in front of her, hugging their parents, brothers and sisters from time to time, creating a too cosy atmosphere, from which the younger Framp was skewed and she turned away, just not to see all this pink sweetness.

Near the arch leading to the centre of the academy, Agatha measured her mother and sisters chatting about something of their own. Having quickly asked the butler to follow her to find the room where she would have to live during her training here, the girl tried to dive imperceptibly through the crowd so that she would not be noticed.

—"Are you in a hurry somewhere, honey?" — mother's voice stopped Agatha halfway as soon as she passed by them, like a stranger. - "Or are you so inspired to death by your arrival here that you didn't even notice your family?"

—"Do it, mom. Sister is already worried that she is pale, as if all the blood was drunk from her, and you are pressing on her." - followed by the voice of Morticia, holding a lush bouquet of red roses in her hand, which were collected in black kraft paper and tied with a lush satin ribbon. A gift from the suitor?

Agatha sighed, realising that she had not managed to quickly escape from unnecessary conversations, and therefore she would have to endure everything from beginning to end.

—"I was just in a hurry to lay out all my things faster and start preparing for tomorrow's lessons. We need to study all the topics to figure it out and make a plan.." - Agatha didn't have time to agree, as her mother interrupted her, brazenly invading her speech.

—"God, Agatha, stop talking. Go unpack your suitcases, so be it. I will give instructions to your terrible sisters to take care of you."

After her mother's words, Agatha barely restrained herself from smiling. She started talking fast on purpose, knowing perfectly well how it annoys her mother and gets on her nerves. Turning around, the victorious smile still touched the edge of her lips until Agatha heard the sound of heels following her.

- "Sister, where are you running, wait!" - and again Morticia... Well, what didn't she have, and she followed Agatha like death was dying? - "I have to show you the device of Ophelia Hall, our women's dormitory. By the way, Gomez's best friend's sister will live with you. A charmingly cute girl who moved in a few weeks ago. She's with her brother...'

Agatha didn't even listen to me anymore.

Will he live with her? Neighbour? All her plans for living alone fell into the abyss irretrievably. And why did they just put someone in her? Of course, she understood that there were a lot of students, and the seats were not rubbery at all, but... If fate decided to laugh at her like that, Agatha would accept this challenge with her head proudly raised.

All the way, my sister told Agata about the academy itself, what is allowed and what is not. Framp didn't even think about the violations of the rules.

Creating the image of a diligent student was in her plans for a long time, so it was out of the question.

Having reached the room, which was already on the third floor, Agatha was the first to go inside, which she regretted very much. The girl immediately pounced on her, saying the words of greeting with a satisfied exclamation.

- "My God! You're finally here! My name is Francoise Knight, but you can just call me France, my friends usually do that."

Agata stared at her neighbour, slightly catching a little stupor. She didn't expect to be so...kind with her? Friendly?

Morticia seems to have noticed her younger sister's nervousness, so she decided to take matters into her own hands.

- "Françoise, glad to see you. This is my younger sister, Agata. A very hardworking and smart girl with a rare gift. I hope you'll become great friends." - said the black-haired woman, patting Agata on the shoulder, to which she immediately threw off her hand. - "Then we'll have to get together sometime. And take Isaac with you, otherwise he's sitting on his experiments, not going anywhere."

With these words, Morticia left the two girls, realising perfectly well that they needed to get used to each other. The butler came out after her, leaving all of Agatha's belongings near the door. There was a prolonged silence between Framp and Knight for a few seconds, which was the first to be broken by Françoise.

—"Well, if we are neighbours, we should learn something about each other, right? I don't know much about your family, sometimes my brother told me something from the words of his friend, but I didn't really listen."

—"What exactly do you want to know?", Agatha asked directly, starting to disassemble her things from the first suitcase. She immediately looked around the room, noting that the room was quite spacious, just for two people. Noticing that Françoise had chosen the left side, Agatha had no choice but to occupy the right part.

—"Well, what's your gift? What do you like? What are your hobbies? How..."

It seems that Agatha was beginning to realise why her mother couldn't stand it when they spoke quickly and asked a bunch of questions at the same time.

—"Let's slow down, okay?" - Framp said, carefully laying out the clothes on the shelves in the closet. - "I have rare abilities. I love a lot of things, I'm interested in a lot of things. Enough?" sceptically glancing at her neighbour, Agatha continued to go about her business.

—"Actually, I expected a little more details, but, okay. I can't blame you for being closed, I was like that myself before."

After that, Francoise began to go about her business: she hung posters of her favourite bands and some cartoons, put a couple of magazines about autumn fashion on the bedside table - in general, she was engaged in what ordinary girls of her age do. Agata had finished unpacking her things by this time. They had a much more meagre choice, and if you compare the two parts of the room in a cosy atmosphere, Agatha would mentally choose the half that belonged to her neighbour. Francoise noticed the girl's confusion and was distracted from laying out school supplies on her desk.

- "You look like my older brother with your eminence. A little bit of everything, too." - Knight smiled, sitting down on the bed. -

"You'll have to make friends. Anyway, as first-year students, we will often encounter second-year students. I'm sure you'll find a common language!"

At the suggestion of her neighbour, Agata couldn't help but roll her eyes. What other acquaintances? She would be able to endure only her presence, and preferably sisters in addition. Friends, this is, of course, good, especially in such a turbulent school life as Nevermore, but clearly not for Agatha, who is used to always holding on to a lonely wolf. Why wasn't she a werewolf at all? Then this expression could accurately describe it. And there were much fewer problems than with this poltergeist, which Framp herself could not deal with herself.

[filmobsessed555]

Y/n in @vendetta0girl latest chapter whenever principal Dort opened his mouth

[at-midnight]

Isaac Night: Year Redacted

Summary

The account of this posting is the alleged finding of the late student Isaac Night. These are the scattered pages found after an explosion. The year is redacted

CW typewriter font may be hard to read, some mentions of a toxic family dynamic, and negative thoughts of others; from that 80s and 90s teen male to young adult perspective

Word Count 425 words 2270 characters

Summary Idea | Part one

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I don't know if i'm interested in meeting Normie teens but it would be fun to toy with their heads.

May 26th; year redacted

It's a few days in and I'm already bored. I really need to find some project to do. I think I'm going to study the soil. Maybe find why there's been a drought that hit Normies this year.

Dad has been practicing fencing with Francoise. She's great at it. I love watching her gain her skill but I like it even better from my window while I'm reading a book.

Father insists I get more physically active this summer. I really have no motivation. There's a nice path by the walk. I like to go around sundown to clear my head. Sometimes I go to the Normies corner store to get some candy. That popping rock stuff. It reminds me of the sweet experiment I made in year 3.

I used to make my own rock candy but it would attract flies fast. I'm not too keen on eating bugs for snacks like Gomez is. Even though I should… Protein is good for my powers.

There's a really sweet Normie lady that owns the corner store with her husband. They do crossword puzzles when I usually walk in.

I help them but sometimes I snicker to myself. I move things behind them when they're not looking. They don't have any security. You know… the small town thing Normies do. They trust everyone.

The lady takes a liking to me as time goes by. I haven't really seen the owner, I think he’s her husband. Something feels to me…. I sense it. I felt like he was a Da Vinci. It's in his bloodline.

It's so interesting that some choose to suppress it. I've done enough research and experiments on myself to sense a Da Vinci when I see one. My calculations and theories are usually never wrong.

She says every year I should meet her grandkids since they're about me and Francoise's age.

The thing about Normies is that most times they don't believe Outcasts exist, but it's fun to play tricks. Like they're seeing things, hallucinating.

Sometimes I wonder if i could read peoples minds.

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4:05 PM Scratch that I don't think I can read minds. That's something I thought I could potion up but no not something I could do yet. I just gotta work on my levitation. Keep it steady. Channel my Da Vinci. I've only had it a few years but I really could be great if I stuck with it.

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I'm going to take something off their corner store wall and place it somewhere else. See if they notice.

Part three

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[filmobsessed555]

Okay so I’ve actually been obsessed with @vendetta0girl fanfic undead romance- and I’m someone that likes to read with music so I made a playlist for the fanfic !! Hope you like it guys 🫶

I’m updating the playlist every other day or when a new chapter comes out !

[someonelol1872]

Can... someone feed us some isaac angst fics, please? Pretty please?