Jun 16
oh I know Isaac spoils pickle.
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oh I know Isaac spoils pickle.
ꨄ sakuverse tweets ! pt. 7 :
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wheeeeewwww gradient (also hai it's been a minute :p)
thank @hearts4mxlay for this yall
Isaac and pickle wedding when
everyone making isaac content EXCEPT for saku 😭😭
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 ꨄ Isaac
˜”* ❝𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚? 𝙄'𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴏ.
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It had been roughly around a year since you moved out. Isaac missed you like crazy. He could easily find your information if he wanted to, and he had, but he wanted you to live peacefully. He knew you made that decision. That’s what you wanted and he had to respect that. Even if it was hard to.
Meanwhile, you were having the time of your life. Sure you missed Isaac but you got another chance at life. To really live again. This newfound freedom was something to cherish. After all, you never had that before. Even when you got saved, you were still being monitored. You knew you couldn’t live like that. That didn’t stop you from thinking about it though.
Nothing could prepare you for today. You had some people to meet but you weren’t expecting the type of people. It wore you out a little, talking to these people. So, you decided to take a walk after your meetings.
There was peace in the air that you breathed in. Nice and quiet. A comforting area you’ve come across. You felt like you knew this area though.
“What…” You speak to yourself.
You came across the place. The place. Where you initially passed out. Where Isaac found you. You never thought you’d see it again. It sent a chill down your spine. How could it not? You were on the verge of death. You couldn’t forget something like that. It took you a minute to collect yourself and walk away.
The walk was no longer peaceful. You felt like your light had dimmed. There was a gloomy sad feeling in the air that wasn’t there before. You wished more than anything that the alleyway wouldn’t affect you like this but that was just a wish. Just like your wish to see–
“Pickle??”
You flinched at the nickname. It was a special one. Given by
“Isaac?! Why are you here?”
“Me? It’s late at night and you’re less than a block away from an alleyway.”
“Yeah, the alleyway.”
You were visibly uncomfortable about that. That place made you uneasy. All of those places made you uneasy. It was clear as day and Isaac saw right through you. He’s observant but even more so when it comes to you.
“So,” He started again, “Where are you headed?”
At this point, he just wanted to talk to you. It didn’t matter what you talked about, he just wanted to talk to you. You knew that but you didn’t want to confirm it.
“Ah, I was just trying to clear my mind and get some air. It’s needed after talking to certain people.”
“Hm, like meetings?”
Trying to hide your smile, you nodded.
“Pickle, you’re doing meetings?” He asked teasingly. That was your guys’ relationship, a teasing one. That’s where the ‘Pickle’ nickname came from. However, there was a hint of pride in there. Possibly because he influenced you a bit but also because–
“I’m really proud of you, Pickle. I’m glad you’ve been doing well, very well.”
“Thank you, Isaac. That means a lot.”
Here you two were, smiling at each other. It was an endearingly endless moment for you two relishing in the moment. It didn’t feel like it was happening for too long but it certainly was.
“Is it okay if I…” Isaac tried to form a hugging gesture with his hands. It was sweet to see him so shy around you.
You nodded and shortly after, you were pulled into his chest and held by the man you’ve loved for so long. You felt truly safe and at home. It was then you realized he was your home. Not the state, not his house, not even the country. Just him. No matter where he was, he’d always be your home.
Your phone started going off from an alarm you forgot you set. It was a reminder to get home before it was too dark out. Even though it was already late.
“Shit, I should probably get going.”
“Do you want me to drive you home?” He hoped you’d say yes.
You pulled away from the embrace.
“No need. Bye, Isaac!”
And like that, you were gone. Long gone. He didn’t have your number, your address, or anything. It broke his heart a little. He knew that the next time he’d see you, it’d have to be another one of these coincidences.
“I really wish you stayed.” He said to himself, getting into his car.
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look i wrote this pls care abt it
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.❞
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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ.
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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
𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ꨄ Isaac
˜”* ❝𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚'𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡?❞
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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
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“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.
okokokook ik i ask yall everytime but...
who. (need 2 finish a fic)
isaac
dontis
something somewhere in between