#fear street isaac

[multific]

From Strangers to Soulmates

Isaac x Reader

Summary: You were new in town, and barely even had time to get used to your new home when your parents told you that you would marry one of the boys in the village. 

The news came to you one evening, an arrangement sealed without your consent but with your future in mind. 

It was a shock, to say the least.

Isaac, they said, was the son of a nice man in town, a hard worker with a reputation for kindness. 

Your family spoke highly of Isaac, though you had never met, you doubted your parents met him for more than a couple minutes. 

You barely knew anybody, so, you knew better than to argue or say no.

When the day of the wedding arrived, you stood across from him in the church.

Isaac's warm smile eased your nerves. He was handsome and he looked kind.

Thank God.

“I know this is sudden,” he whispered softly as the priest recited his words, “but I promise to be a good husband to you.”

His sincerity surprised you, and you found yourself nodding with a smile across your face.

Married life with Isaac was nothing like the tales of hardship you had heard from others. 

Each morning, he woke early to tend to the small farm behind your home.

When you woke, he had already prepared breakfast as he greeted you, along with his cheerful humming.

One morning, as the rooster crowed, you stumbled into the kitchen to find Isaac already dressed, kneading dough with flour on his hands.

He glanced up and grinned. 

“Good morning, Love. Sleep well?”

“I wanted to prepare breakfast this morning,” you replied, leaning against the doorway. "But you were faster than me."

He chuckled, wiping his hands on a cloth before he placed a kiss against your temple. 

“Breakfast is almost ready. Go sit, I’ll bring it to you.”

He always insisted on taking care of you, though you often protested. When you brought him water or helped with chores, he thanked you with such genuine appreciation that your heart swelled.

Isaac was easy to love.

His kindness and sincerity made you feel at ease as you slowly began to fall in love.

In the evenings, after supper, the two of you often sat by the fire. 

Isaac would carve small wooden figures, birds, deer, and even a rabbit he once said was meant to be a cat.

“You’re teasing me,” you said, laughing as he handed it to you.

"What? It has... character.”

Despite your joy, you kept the carving on the mantle, just above the fireplace, treasuring every gift he gave because you knew he gave it from his heart.

On rainy nights, with the symphony of raindrops outside, he would read to you from the old Bible his mother had given him. 

His voice was steady and soothing, and though you weren’t particularly interested in his book, you loved the way his words filled the room.

As the weeks turned into months, the initial awkwardness between you faded. 

One evening, as you watched Isaac working by lantern light, you realized how much your feelings had grown.

“I never expected this,” you said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

He looked up from his task, brow furrowed. 

“What do you mean?”

“To feel this way about you. To find happiness... love.”

Setting his tools aside, Isaac crossed the room and knelt before you, taking your hands in his. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier,” he admitted, his voice low and sincere. “You’ve made my life brighter than I ever imagined.”

You kissed him.

He took you to bed.

It was the first time you two had made love.

You finally became one.

That night, as you lay together beneath the blankets, he wrapped his arms around you. 

“I’ll spend every day making sure you’re happy. I love you.”

"I love you too."

And he did. 

From the quiet mornings to the laughter-filled evenings, Isaac’s love was constant, steady and unwavering.

~Masterlist~

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/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[miricuss]

[restinslices]

Fear Street Killers In A Groupchat

don’t ask why I did this at 11pm.

[moonflower-song]

FEAR STREET!!!!

[cosplaying-memester]

I watched Fear Street the other day and thought that I should do some cosplays of the killers. I'll be doing Isaac Milton, Harry Rooker, Tommy Slater, and (maybe) Ryan Torres.

[fan-ship]

I have a AU in which Ryan Torres(skull killer) or another person try to kill himself with a knife in the air and that Isaac would be warned by Billy of what he is doing. Yes, this is stupid but really mean it.

[mariacallous]

American Jewish food is most typically defined as pastrami sandwiches, chocolate babka, or bagels and lox. But I am here to argue that the greatest American Jewish food may actually be the humble hot dog. No dish better embodies the totality of the American Jewish experience.

What’s that you say? You didn’t know that hot dogs were a Jewish food? Well, that’s part of the story, too.

Sausages of many varieties have existed since antiquity. The closest relatives of the hot dog are the frankfurter and the wiener, both American terms based on their cities of origin (Frankfurt and Vienna respectively). So what differentiates a hot dog from other sausages? The story begins in 19th century New York, with two German-Jewish immigrants.

In 1870, Charles Feltman sold Frankfurt-style pork-and-beef sausages out of a pushcart in Coney Island, Brooklyn. Sausages not being the neatest street food, Feltman inserted them into soft buns. This innovative sausage/bun combo grew to be known as a hot dog (though Feltman called them Coney Island Red Hots).

Two years later, Isaac Gellis opened a kosher butcher shop on Manhattan’s Lower East Side. He soon began selling all-beef versions of German-style sausages. Beef hot dogs grew into an all-purpose replacement for pork products in kosher homes, leading to such classic dishes as Franks & Beans or split pea soup with hot dogs. Though unknown whether Gellis was the originator of this important shift, he certainly became one of the most successful purveyors.

Like American Jews, the hot dog was an immigrant itself that quickly changed and adapted to life in the U.S. As American Jewry further integrated into society, the hot dog followed.

In 1916, Polish-Jewish immigrant Nathan Handwerker opened a hotdog stand to compete with Charles Feltman, his former employer. Feltman’s had grown into a large sit-down restaurant, and Handwerker charged half the price by making his eatery a “grab joint.” (The term fast food hadn’t yet been invented, but it was arguably Handwerker who created that ultra-American culinary institution.)

Nathan’s Famous conquered the hot dog world. Like so many of his American Jewish contemporaries, Handwerker succeeded via entrepreneurship and hard work. His innovative marketing stunts included hiring people to eat his hot dogs while dressed as doctors, overcoming public fears about low-quality ingredients. While his all-beef dogs were not made with kosher meat, he called them “kosher-style,” thus underscoring that they contained no horse meat. Gross.

The “kosher-style” moniker was another American invention. American Jewish history, in part, is the story of a secular populace that embraced Jewish culture while rejecting traditional religious practices. All-beef hotdogs with Ashkenazi-style spicing, yet made from meat that was not traditionally slaughtered or “kosher”, sum up the new Judaism of Handwerker and his contemporaries.

Furthermore, American Jewry came of age alongside the industrial food industry. The hot dog also highlights the explosive growth of the kosher supervision industry (“industrial kashrut”).

Hebrew National began producing hot dogs in 1905. Their production methods met higher standards than were required by law, leading to their famous advertising slogan, “We Answer to a Higher Authority.”

While the majority of Americans may be surprised to hear this, Hebrew National’s self-supervised kosher-ness was not actually accepted by more stringent Orthodox and even Conservative Jews at the time. But non-Jews, believing kosher dogs were inherently better, became the company’s primary market. Eventually, Hebrew National received the more established Triangle-K kashrut supervision, convincing the Conservative Movement to accept their products. Most Orthodox Jews, however, still don’t accept these hot dogs as kosher.

But over the last quarter of the 20th century in America, the Orthodox community has gained prominence and their opinions, and food preferences, hold more weight in the food industry.

The community’s stricter kashrut demands and sizable purchasing power created a viable market, and glatt kosher hot dogs hit the scene. Abeles & Heymann, in business since 1954, was purchased in 1997 by current owner Seth Leavitt. Meeting the demands of the Orthodox community’s increasingly sophisticated palate, their hot dogs are gluten-free with no filler. Recently, they’ve begun producing a line of uncured sausages, and the first glatt hot dogs using collagen casing.

Glatt kosher dogs can now be purchased in nearly thirty different sports arenas and stadiums. American Jews have successfully integrated into their society more than any other in history. So too, the hot dog has transcended its humble New York Jewish immigrant roots to enter the pantheon of true American icons. So when you bite into your hot dog this summer, you are really getting a bite of American Jewish history, and the great American Jewish food.

[skyesdaisys]

hello!! I noticed u had ur requests open! would u mind writing about hcs where simon kalivoda would be the readers boyfriend? a tad little detail, I feel like simon would be super duper affectionate with his partner (holding pinkies a lot, talking to them during his work shift, flirty in public, etc) so if u mentioned that Id love it!! thank u c: <3

okay, so... I am terribly sorry that this took so long to make. writers block kinda sucks and i'm trying to start writing again, so here you go. sorry if it sucks. it's been a while since I've seen fear street (to at least its entirety)

simon is DEFINITELY affectionate, I agree. like he's just a cute and giant cuddly teddy bear whose incredibly touch starved. so yeah, I definitely agree with the holding pinkies plus I live the idea of him surprising you by hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek

when visiting him at the grocery store. makeout sessions are bound to happen during his breaks (some of the time, they escalate into quickies)

since he is basically the jokester of the group, he does pull you in on some fun and harmless pranks which you say yes to (because who could say no to him)

him being flirty is just an Expectation. like he was already flirty with you before you started dating. so when you finally do, it gets twice as bad (but in a good way)

double dates with sam and deena are Mandatory for him (this obviously prior to the sameena breakup)

kate playfully teases about how you guys are together

^and deena will be disgusted post-sam breakup. oh deena, my poor sad and angry band lesbian </3

he IS the little spoon when you guys cuddle, idc what anyone says

sometimes you guys share each other's clothes. + if yall are fem, it still applies because simon says fuck toxic masculinity

^same applies with you putting nail polish on him as well because I do distinctly remember him wearing nail polish in the first movie

you guys jokingly tease josh about his crush on kate together

and also bash cops (particularly nick) together as well

basically, you guys are attached to the hip almost 24/7

and maybe you guys were destined to be together (and die together) if your 1666 counterpart was with isaac 👀

[fullmetal-scar-simping]

Hi hi hi! Tis the OC anon, now off-anon! (That was fast ngl but whatever I'm here to have a good time on a quality blog) and yeah!

If you won't mind, here are some more tidbits about the AU:

Miles got arrested via the manga iirc where Ishvalan soldiers got rounded up and executed for “treason” but Miles got off scot-free supposedly because of his diluted lineage (which I have some doubts about, maybe he chose to swear allegiance to Amestris somehow and that's why he was spared, but I could very well be wrong and it really was just a matter of blood), he was held there for a while, during which time his wife collapsed and passed away while his daughter got shipped off to an orphanage bc Marigold's relatives did not want to raise an Ishvalan child.

By the time Miles gets out he's like “Where's my wife? Where's my daughter?” and while he gets a definitive answer regarding his wife (oof, feels guilty for being unable to be there for her), NOBODY KNOWS WHERE HIS DAUGHTER IS.

Our little daughter (nameless though I did give her a name) faces so much mistreatment in the orphanage that she decides to haul ass and try living on the streets instead and runs into Isaac McDougal.

In this AU, there would be a faction of former Amestrian soldiers who went “no fuck this shit I ain't gonna slaughter civilians what the hell” and defected from the military, which of course the government wasn't happy about so they got bounties on their heads.

Isaac is one of them.

Their cause might or might not expand to ally with other ethnic minority movements that the Amestrian majority has caused problems with.

Anyways, she gets picked up by Isaac (she must be, what, 11?) who is decidedly NOT suited for raising a child, much less a traumatized one. Also he was a bluecoat and she's an Ishvalan kid.

Some foils could be drawn between Miles and Isaac, I realize, both with ties to the army, one choosing to stay despite everything and the other leaving because he couldn't bear the injustice, both “father” to the girl, both probably less-than-stellar parents...

She becomes a brash, harsh, no-shits-taken, borderline reckless type of person.

Anyways he might or might not teach her water alchemy. Also via the anime I've seen some folk headcanon that Isaac can use alkahestry so maybe he went to Xing and took the girl with him too and they both know alkahestry?

They're both part of the coalition that wants to get rid of the current system of government.

Isaac abruptly discovers the whole nationwide alchemical circle thing and leaves on his own to go and put that to a stop, gets killed by Bradley a la canon, our girl who was not told what he discovered was like “????? I'm gonna go find out”

Which kicks off the plot, and... originally I just had it stick to canon for the most part (except the ending) just told from a different perspective but methinks I should really lean into the whole AU thing and go off the rails somehow

Anyways for fear of the ask getting too long here are some rapid-fire bullet points:

Mei becomes the Emperor in the AU. Sorry not sorry, I don't care about Ling all that much.

Miles' daughter offers to be a bodyguard for Mei and help her win the throne in exchange for her helping Ishval later. She agrees, and a badass duo is formed.

Our girl felt shame for being disconnected from her culture, she feels like she's not “Ishvalan enough”, even her name is Amestrian, so she discarded her name, just like Scar.

If she could allow herself to be vulnerable enough to say it aloud she'd tell Scar, “I wish you were my father instead” but homegirl is kinda constipated where her insecurities are concerned.

Complicated dynamic with Winry

Does NOT get along with Ed unless he gets his shit together and grows

Running into Miles in the North would be... a catastrophe

She thought her dad was dead all along but he's alive AND IN THE MILITARY?

I need to map out Miles' development if I'm not gonna stick w canon, he can't be Arakawa's mouthpiece who only appears once in a blue moon he gotta be a presence somehow

Marigold... haunts both Miles and their daughter. Miles' guilt, the daughter's anger and hurt and not understanding why her parents won't say anything beyond “be a model citizen and prove them wrong”— and of course, grief at losing Marigold, losing both her parents, even if they weren't perfect by any means.

I don't know if it's feasible for Miles to recognize his daughter whom he has not seen in years but the girl would absolutely recognize Miles. Yeesh.

Anyways Miles will have much to think about. And will eventually get his shit together but not right away. He's quite shaken after seeing his daughter again for the first time, though. Probably happens when the north crew had Scar trapped and Mei + the girl come to his rescue. To add to the absolute fucking MESS.

Scar and the girl would eventually take on new names as part of their healing or whatever, as their old name selves kinda “died” long ago? [Scar] died when his brother died, [the girl] died when she fell through the cracks of the system and never came back up.

Also Kimblee deserves no dignity he should've been killed by Scar.

Mustang does NOT get to use the fucking Philosopher's Stone to heal his eyes, if he even comes to need it— he might not even get yeeted into the Gate in the AU, someone else might have to take up the burden or things never come to that point, the Ishvalans are given back their dead and Marcoh gives either Scar or the girl or both the way to destroy a Stone. So they do. As part of a funerary rite for those who got turned into a Stone. It doesn't erase what was done to their people, but... it's closure, at least.

On the topic of that, the other day I went to check the Ishval tag after sending my previous ask to you, and. Uh. Uhhhhhhhhhh.

There was a post going “wouldn't it be so cool for Mustang to have red Ishvalan eyes since he used a Stone made of Ishvalans to heal his eyes?” and I had such a visceral reaction to it that I immediately exited the tag.

Yeahhhhhhhhhh

Regret™

Oh and there's also a couple underdeveloped Ishvalan OCs I have one of whom wants to be a doctor and may or may not become the girl's love interest? He's a soft boy.

This AU didn't really get all that much developed compared to my other AUs so I'm still up in the air on how the cast would react to my OC(s)— Olivier could be like “whomst the fuck is this upstart tyke and also that's a threat” and that could potentially drive some conflict between her and Miles, Miles is, understandably, distraught over everything, Ed... probably wouldn't like her tbh, no idea on how the Mustang gang or the homunculi would react to her, it's just a whole bag of ?????

Omg @heartisrote you wanna draw my baby? 🥹

Here are some older drawings I did back before I had the means to do digital art (when the earlier versions of the girl had a younger brother, unfortunately he got scrapped, he may get inserted again in another shape, question mark?) and after that, before my stylus fucking broke 🥲 (that's her potential love interest next to her)

Anyways, apologies for rambling so much in your inbox!

Hey Egg! Hope hopping off anon wasn't too intimidating. Maybe the cool Miles/Scar anon will get in contact with you in the near future.

Also, hell yeah, OC AU breakdown! Loved all the details you provided; I'm really digging the outline of the story so far.

Ah, so Miles' arrest is a manga detail that was eschewed for Brotherhood. Sigh, I really do have to read it don't I? But good to know, since it makes sense given the actions of the Amestrian government. They disbarred Amestrian Ishvalans from the service, so I thought it odd that Miles was spared. Initially I thought perhaps Olivier had thrown her pedigree behind keeping him in her squadron (which could still be true) or that his placement at Briggs provided plus his mixed blood gave him some leeway. But now I wonder if Briggs and Olivier only enter his military career and life post-arrest. 🤔

Excuse my ignorance, but is Miles canonically married? Doesn't matter either way, this is a cool AU, but I realize that my recollection of Brotherhood is perhaps spotty in that regard, or maybe the show also elided that info. Anyway, rip Marigold

So the poor daughter was utterly rejected by the Amestrian side of her family and gets sent to an orphanage. Man. It's realistic tho, since many families under a racial-class system deny, hide, or disown members of the "wrong" racial/ethnic makeup. Miles must have been distraught by both losses.

Good for her for running away from her abusers. Love that McDougall and his merry band of insurrectionists take her in! He may not be parent of the year (especially given the parallels between him and Miles in this AU), but it had to have been better than being at the mercy of a racist, indifferent orphanage. His death must have been like losing yet another parent.

With how much has shifted in the AU's plot, divergences are all the more likely to occur/become necessary. Especially once you get into the nitty-gritty of it all.

Lmao oh shit, Ling doesn't get the thrown. Ripppp, all hail Mei! Daughter becoming allies/friends with Mei on the agreement that, should Mei ascend to emperor, she and Xing aid Ishval is smart political maneuvering on Daughter's part. (If there's some other way I should refer to your oc, lemme know). With the alchemy/alkehestry thag Isaac taught her, Mei can further sharpen Daughter's alchemic skills.

And of course the two of them becoming an inseparable duo puts them in-line with meeting Scar. 🎉 Man's gotta properly father two tween girls while hunting down fascist pigs (thankfully they're both capable and willing to throw down). No surprise she's emotionally constipated, but hey, Scar's just as blocked up. But I gotta say: awwwwww 🥺

Oof yeah, her dynamic with Winry would be messy. And Ed, maaaaaan. Maybe in this AU he can actually shape up to be a better person (but unlike what Miles believes, that's not Daughter's nor Scar's responsibility)

Omg, that meeting between Daughter and Miles will be ROUGH. And during that scene in the Briggs mining town?? Nobody is prepared for the earthquake to follow

Yessss, the pair of them having to reconnect with who they will become, who they want to be, questioning who are they without the lives they once lived, with so much pain to come. Having someone else in similar straits would be an interesting dynamic

Amen. Kimblee got off easy in mangahood, when he shoulda had his spine ripped out by Scar (glad he gets murked by Scar in 03). Glad he gets his in this AU

Seems like Mustang's fate has been solidified quite yet, but I can appreciate that the Ishvalan philosopher's stone will not be misappropriated for him and his posse. It returns to its rightful people to receive final rights.

Ok, that post in the Ishval tag that you encountered. What the actual fuck. Wtf wtf wtfffffffffffffff

This fucking fandom, man

Anyway!

Fine tuning the interactions between your OCs and the canon cast will be quite the task, given the length of mangahood's story. There's no way Olivier (probably the entire Briggs unit) won't seriously complicate things with Daughter and Miles, but it's promising that Miles is slated to get his shit together eventually.

And the character designs! I really dig Daughter's design, she looks so good! The way you draw her hair is 🤌 Rip to the scrapped brother, but I can see how his passing as Amestrian would have thrown a wrinkle into her life and her insecurities. The love interest is adorable af. He's the one who's going to become a doctor, yeah?

Time to get some artwork of your oc done. Godspeed, heartisrote!

Thanks so much for sharing your OCs and AU! No apologies necessary for the length of the ask, I enjoyed reading it. 😄 If it gets posted anywhere, lemme know.

[mysecretattic0]

fontaine x bimbo!reader

“you know why i’m here.”

“you ‘member what i told you don’t you.” he asked. “yes isaac. i remember.” i rolled my eyes, popping my gum. i held my hand out expectantly. he looked at me confused. “you know what i want, niggah.” i rolled my neck, flicking my fingers. “you want me to do dis’ you gots to pay me.” i told him singing the last part.

he scoffed. i smirked when he dug in his pocket. he pulled out two rolls of money. he gave me a stone faced look. he hesitantly placed the money in my hand aggressively.

i pursed my lips putting the money in my purse. “thank you, honey.” i said in a stereotypical country accent. “get it done.” he told me. “ouu i like being demanded.” i grinned, tilting my head down slightly. i kissed his cheek and carefully sped walked out of his safe house.

i was put on a mission to get close to fontaine. a niggah isaac had beef with. so he hit me up, said he wanted me to work my magic. i told him i’d do it but only for a price.

i peeked around the corner of a building that happened to be on the corner of an intersection. i saw his headlights down the road heading toward the traffic light. the glow piercing through the fog. i ran out putting on a facade. like i was running from someone in fear. breathing heavily and glancing behind me. when i got the center of the cross walk, screeching tires pierced my ears.

his car jerked when it came to a full stop. heels clicking and scuffling as i ran to his passenger window. “please. help me. there someone after me.” he glanced in the direction i came. “ion see nobody.” he eyes were slightly widened, still shocked from almost hitting me. he breathed trying to calm the adrenaline that ran through his body. “please. you can drop me off. just please don’t leave me here.” i frantically pressed my request. he thought about it. his jaw tightened. he grit his teeth, his gold gleaming under the street light. i could tell he didn’t want to but he unlocked the door.

“get in, damn.” he shook his head as i quickly got in. he gripped the wheel and sped off when the light turned green.

the vehicle was silent except for the faint sound of the radio and his loud engine roaring. he stole glances at me as i fidgeted. “t-thank you.” i said shyly. he shot me a side ways glance. i watched as he was fixing to speak but he hesitated. “where can i drop you at?” he asked with his eyebrow raised. i could tell he was putting on a facade just as i was. just in a different sense.

“the royal.” i replied. “coo. it’s on my way anyway.” i nodded with an awkward smile.

i was still fidgeting with my hands. to be honest, i was actually nervous. for real. cause i knew what would possibly take place and it freaked me out a little. was money really worth being apart of something such as getting someone killed? a human being. could i really go through with this? in that case, i may as well be just doing it myself.

“aye.” he called. my eyes shot to his. “i asked you was you aight.” he said. “y-yea.” i replied with a fake smile. “what you all fidgety fo’?” he asked. “habit.” i said not wanting to continue the conversation. he slowed down, leaning on the door.

“yo, bidi!” he called from his window. “heyy, fontaine.” bidi said speed walking to the car. she leaned on the window. “oh, heyy, girl!” bidi said when she saw me. “hey, bidi.” i smiled back at her. “where slick charles at?” he asked her, never ceasing to scan his surroundings. “he must owe you some money.” she chewed her gum. “dat toot you snortin’, ain’t free.” he replied. “maybe i seent him. maybe i ain’t.” she said. “i just wanna check in wit’ him. make sure he good, you know?” he reasoned.

“right. i’m just tryna get a couple dollars, so i can get back in college.” she told him. i shook my head. she was just running her game, as we all do.

he paid her and she told him he was at the royal.

“i could’ve told you where he was.” i spoke. “well my bad fa not just assuming you was a hoe.” his deep raspy voice said sarcastically. i scoffed and shook my head. i pulled out my hand held mirror and lipstick. i applied my lipstick making sure it looked good and clean. i heard him scoff. i looked over to see him shaking his head. “what?” i asked looking at him. he had his elbow resting on the door and his fist was covering up smile. “you one of dem uptight prissy chicks.” he said. “is it wrong to care ‘bout my appearance?” i crossed my arms, rolling my neck.

“nah, ain’t no pro’lem, ma.” he smirked. his smile was pretty. it was also contagious. i shook my head.

my smile fell when we slowly pulled into the royal. i rushed out and walked to the door. fontaine beat on it. when i went in, i went into the bathroom. i contemplated my decisions as they argued, and when he left everything was quiet for a while. i jumped and gasped when i heard gunshots. i came out of the bathroom and slick was standing at the open door examining what went down.

i saw fontaine’s car smoking with blood splattered on the drivers side. i waited a while before i decided to leave and go to my apartment. strangely his car was no longer in the parking lot. it made me uneasy.

i had stayed in my apartment for the day. i was binging my show with a tub of ice cream.

there was sudden banging on my door. it made me jump. it was late, who could be at my door. i tiptoed to the door. “who is it?” i asked softly.

“open up this muhfuckin do’!” i heard a familiar deep raspy voice yell. “fontaine?!” i was so confused. i took a deep breath as i began to panic. “maine, open the do’ ‘fore i bust dis shit open!” he shouted once more.

i frantically unlocked the door not getting the chance to open it completely before he slammed it open. the door hit my wall so hard, it made a hole. he bum rushed through my door and slammed it shut. “you know why i’m here.” his deep voice struck fear in my heart. i slowly backed away as he stalked toward me breathing heavily like a mad man. almost growling.

i was contemplating making a run for my bedroom. i had a gun in my nightstand. we stared each other down. my frantic huffs drowned out by the deep breathes that escaped his heaving chest. i made a run for it but i could feel him right on my heels.

i almost had the door completely shut but he pushed his weight on it. i stumbled back and i was gonna run for the window that was until i felt his hand grab hold of my hair. I yelped as he yanked my head back. i heard a click and cold metal was pressed against the side of my head. “okay. okay, please.” i whimpered. “nah. dat ain’t gon’ work dis time, ma.” he told me.

“please. i’m so sorry.” i cried. he let go of my hair and grabbed my jaw.

“oh na you sorry?” he mocked, pressing the heavy metal into my head harder. “yes. yes, i am. please.” i begged. it was no doubt that he was gonna kill me i had to think fast. i did what i know how to do best. my back was pressed against his front. i pushed my ass back onto his dick. if it wasn’t hard before it is now.

“das what you tryna do?” he asked. “you think ima let you off da hook fa sum pussy?” he continued. “you tell me.” i said regaining confidence. i palmed him through his sweats. the pressure of the metal faltered.

he gripped my throat and pushed me against the wall next to my door. i bit my lip as a whimper escaped.

“open dat shit.” his deep voice demanded as he brought the gun closer to my mouth. i stuck my tongue out as far as it could go. he bit his lip and slid into my mouth, dragging it along my tongue. i looked up directly into his eyes as i wrapped my lips around the metal. he was much taller when i wasn’t wearing heels.

“you tried to get me killed. tell me why da fuck i shouldn’t put a bullet innat pretty ass mouf uh yours.” he said looking down at me with half lidded eyes. i pulled back with a pop.

“cause,” i smirked with bedroom eyes. “you could be filling it with sum else.” i rubbed his torso with one hand and slid the other into my pink silk shorts, he watched the path of my hand. i started rubbing circles on my clit. i whimpered when i came in contact with my pearl. he lowered his gun and lust filled his eyes. taking my lip between my teeth once more, eyebrows knitted, eyes pleading. i began pulling his hand down from my neck, between my breast, over my stomach, past the elastic in my silk.

i gasped, he ran his fingers through my folds. “shit.” i moaned softly, gripping his wrist. he stepped closer putting his other hand on the wall. “see how wet i am for you, taine..” i looked down at his mouth. “what you want me to do ‘bout dat?” he pulled his lip between those sexy ass grills. his low eyes trained on mine.

“you know what i want.” i whined. “nah, lemme here it.” he said. i grabbed his hoodie pulling his front to mine, our faces inches apart. he slid a finger inside of me. my mouth fell open and a moan escaped. “say dat shit.” he put his gun under my chin.

“i want you.. to fuck me.” i pulled at his waistband.

“das what you want?” he lowered his gun to his side. i nodded as he removed his hand from my shorts. “say ah.” he demanded in a low tone. i stick my tongue out once more. he slid his coated fingers into my mouth.

“suck.” he deeply whispered. i moaned as i sucked my juices off of his digits. he slowly pulled them out gazing at me.

he wasted no time picking me up with one arm around my waist. i wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. his metal thudded atop my dresser as he walked past it. he laid me down attaching his lips to my pulse. i moaned breathlessly in his ear. “take allat shit off if you’n want it to’e up.” he stood taking off his jacket. i pulled my silk top over my head. quickly removing my shorts, i watched him pull his hoodie over his head. his white tee lifted revealing his abs. i ran my hands over muscle ridden torso. lightly scratching with my acrylics. he bit his lip humming a moan.

he gripped my jaw and closed the distance between our lips. our kiss was heated. our tongues battled. our sounds of pleasure traveling within each other’s mouths.

breaking the kiss, i moved to sit on my knees. i tugged his sweats down freeing his erection. under his watchful gaze i stroke him slowly. his head tilted back when i kissed his tip, smearing his pre-cum on my lips. gliding my tongue across my top lip. i wrapped my lips around him taking him in my mouth. “fuck..” he moaned gripping my hair. he cupped my jaw with his free hand as he started fucking my throat. i moaned around him sending vibrations straight up his spine. “take allat shit..” he continued thrusting into my throat making me gag.

he used my throat in every way he wanted. bringing himself closer to the edge. chasing his climax.

“fuck.. i’m cummin’.” he groaned. my hand massaged his balls. his cock throbbed and twitched. his hips stuttered. he moaned loudly as the knot in his stomach unraveled and his hot cum filled my mouth.

“swallow dat shit. all uh it.” he gritted shakily. i swallowed all of his cum. i continued to suck and massage, overstimulating him. “fuck! ahh..” he gritted, squeezing my hair harder. i moaned at the sensation. i pulled back with a pop and looked into his eyes. i wiped my mouth and blushed. i laid down on my back, beckoning him with my finger.

he climbed on top of me and planted kisses on my neck. i grabbed hold of his dick and brought it to my entrance. he pushed into my sex causing our breath to hitch.

i wrapped my arms around him. he rested a firm hand next to my head. he pushed inch by inch filling me up. we moaned simultaneously when he bottomed out. he pulled out halfway and slowly pushed back in. he squeezed the sheets in a fist and built up his pace, stroking back and forth, in and out. “goddamn you tight, ma..” he grunted in my ear. “i know— uhn!” i whispered cockily. “you confident ain’t you?” he groaned breathlessly. “always.” i flipped us over, sinking down on his girth. i threw my head back, grinding on him. he placed his large hands on my waist, guiding my movements.

he thrusts up into me. i held his wrists feeling his length drag along my velvety walls. i leaned over planting my hands on his firm chest, bouncing on his cock, meeting his thrusts. “fuck..” he trailed his hand up between my breasts, gripping my throat. “yess..” i whimpered. feeling his hands all over me was blissful. euphoric even.

“you like dat shit don’t you, ma?” his steady pace quickened. “talk to me.. wit yo’ pretty ass.” he breathed heavily, almost growling, landing a smack on my ass. i gasped when he squeezed tighter. “mm.. yess taine, i love it.” i whined. “i know, ma. i know.” my nectar coated the base of his cock.

i gasped squeezing my eyes, pulsing around him. “right there!” i yelled laying my weight on top of him. “das da spot, ain’t it?” he grunted. “yes! don’t stop, taine! please.. don’t stop.” i whispered. he embraced my waist and pumped my spot never letting up. “oh my god.. taine!” the knot that formed in my stomach threatened to unravel. “i’m c-cummin’!” i moaned uncontrollably, holding onto him. “let dat shit out, ma.” he gritted. i could feel him twitching again. he was just as close as i was. “cum with me, please.” i begged in a high pitched tone. “i gotchu, pretty. i gotchu.” he groaned loudly. “please.. please p-ple—” i gasped as the knot snapped. my moan turned into a scream.

my orgasm ripped through me and gushed out like a river. he released a drawn out moan, holding me close. i shook feeling his cum shoot into me. “ouuu.. shit!” he sighed, tightening his jaw, shaking as he came down. i whined as our juices combined.

when i came down, he stretched out relaxing. “still wanna kill me?” i chuckled. he scoffed, shaking his head. “nah, ma. you try gettin’ me killed again, dis ain’t how it’s gon’ end.” he stated.

[cherryyan49]

peace of mind

an isaacwhy fic

she/her prns, uses of [name]

a/n: hi again!! no one told me that I would be wracking my brain to write for the past two weeks >:( I had so many drafts but I liked this one more <3 I'm still getting used to this, and I'd like to thank you for being patient with me :] anyway here's isaac being another simp but being in major denial

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2:27 am

The light green numbers blinked on the black console of Isaac's car. His brain was full, yet the girl he's been stuck on is sitting in the passenger side of his car. Isaac wanted to get out of the house, away from the sudden uproar of talking and screaming of his friends. He couldn't think straight, but it's not like he has been for the past few weeks anyway. Isaac’s been going back n forth between himself and his feelings with one of his best friends. It was nothing serious per say, rather him wanting to claw his brain out for even thinking of you longer than intended. He hated the way you made him smile, or the way you'd look at him, or the way your hands would accidentally glide over his ever so slightly—shit. He didn't hate it, he actually really, really liked it, but he'd never admit that.

Isaac had messaged [name] if she'd like to accompany him for a drive and possibly a gas station run to put his mind at ease; he just needed out. Which led him here, with you, in his car, still parked in your apartment parking garage.

"So, where are we going," she broke the thick silence within the car, looking at him excitedly.

Isaac broke a smile, "Not sure, but if you have an idea in mind that's open at this hour, feel free to tell me." 

"You're not kidnapping me are you?" you questioned as your face dropped serious, as a joke.

"Maybe���Anyway let's go baby," he replied very quickly as he reversed out of the garage. Isaac felt himself slip and call you certain names he swore he'd only call the guys. He feared that you'd be uncomfortable, or if he continued calling you that, he'd fall for you more than he's willing to let himself. But that wasn't always the case, [name] just giggled and rolled her eyes. She couldn't be bothered by the pet names as she found it normal, though they did cause her brain to be stuck on replay.

Faint music vibrated from his car speakers, as [name] was going on about her day to Isaac. Her words were soft spoken as they shared occasional glances and laughs. Isaac felt himself ease up with you here next to him, and it frightened him again. His thoughts ached with confusion, but when she was next to him, it all mushed and melted away. He hated it, he wanted to hate it so badly. But her voice just pulled him in, 

"We're going to the corner store right? I want a snack," she said while watching the lit up street lamps go by. 

"Nah, we're going back to my place," he teased at her, smiling proudly. 

"Okay bitch ass," she playfully replied, rolling her eyes at his statement.

Isaac chuckled, "Oh you love me darling", he teased once more.

[Name] felt her cheeks flush, "Shut up I do not." 

"Oh but you do," Isaac's brow raised as he pulled into the parking lot of the store. 

"So what if I do?" she replied sheepishly, as she looked at the familiar neon signs presented in front of her. 

Isaac's heart stopped, and he could have sworn [name] could hear his thoughts. She giggled, smirking as she got out of his car leaving Isaac to his thoughts. Was that a joke? Was she being serious? She loves me the same way as I love her right? As friends… right? His mind was loud. Too loud. Isaac squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in deeply before getting out of the car.

"Go grab what you want," Isaac told the girl, but was given a look in response, "– or I'll come with you." You smiled and started grabbing a few things with him.

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After settling back in the car, Isaac went to turn the music up, not noticing your hand was already on the dial. His hand grazed over yours, and his eyes grew wide. [Name] looked at him, concerned she had done something wrong, but instead pushed that feeling out when he held eye contact with her.

"Sorry, I didn't realize your hand was already there," he apologized, moving his hand away rather quickly.

She didn't say anything, but just continued to stare at him. She was trying so hard to read him, because she knew something was up. But he wasn't budging, at least she couldn't tell? Her eyebrows furrowed together briefly, but dissipated when she shook her head.

"No no it's okay, I thought you were about to stop me from trying to vibe," she finally said.

"I would never, just make sure the music is good," he scrunched his face in a teasingly manner.

"Mhm, mkay," you said as you playfully swayed your head to the music as Isaac began driving to who knows where.

Isaac softly smiled at you and your actions. He could get used to this as much as he denies it. There was just something about you that he couldn't quite place his finger on. Why were you, of all people, so intriguing when you're supposed to be one of his best friends? Sure you've bantered and messed around, but it wasn't like this. Normally when he likes a girl, he'd be straight up, overly confident and would do everything in his will power to win her over, but you? He'd rather be found dead than to admit he's infatuated with you. He doesn't like to face the fact that you have some lingering effect on him, like a drug that he never wants to run out of.

He drove around the city, listening to the soft hums from you. He enjoyed every single second of it, despite convincing himself he didn't. He couldn't bring himself to hate her no matter what he did. Isaac enjoyed the silence, but it felt suffocating, almost like he had to speak.

"Can you open my gummy worms, baby?" Isaac asked, glancing at you and the road briefly, not noticing his slip up.

"Yeah sure, am I supposed to feed you too?" she giggled, very much enjoying the names used by the latter.

Isaac rolled his eyes playfully, silently thanking you for not getting onto him over how odd he was acting. He gladly accepted the sour candies as you 'sneakily' ate some.

“Hey you fucker you have your own snacks,” he laughed while pulling into an empty parking lot.

[Name] giggled as she continued to banter with him. The two of you were through the roof with laughter as you sat comfortable in each other’s presence. You couldn’t help but notice the lingering glances Isaac drew towards you, making you smile to yourself. He would smile at every single thing you said, as if you were a Greek goddess whose life mission was to make guys swoon. And it worked,  fuck did it work.

Isaac’s head grew quiet, his thoughts from just a few hours ago, dissipating as he watched you ramble on about something. He finally felt peace of mind and he was okay with it. It wasn’t like he was confessing to you or anything. He just felt safe.

Isaac reached and brushed his fingers over [name's] hand subconsciously taking it into his as he continued to listen to her. He completely disregarded the actions from before over the console, and played with her fingers, brushing against the nail polish on her fingertips. The words 'darling' and 'baby' are still rolling off of his tongue, when replying to you. He could not stop himself, no matter how hard he tried, the names rolled off his tongue so naturally and so utterly fitting. Isaac wasn't aware that all it took was one long stare and conversation to make him realize, shit, maybe this isn't so bad.

[Name's] face was flushed again as she broke the invisible thin ice between the two,

"Bros in love with me," she started, "I'm not complaining at all, but I'm starting to think you're actually in love with me, you're just in denial."

Isaac was stunned. His breath hitched, and he thought he passed out briefly. The girl, who has been playing tug of war with his mind, proclaimed he was in love with her. Isaac sat there for a moment, basking in the fact that he's been…caught? [Name] squeezed his hands lightly and messed with the silver rings that laid on his fingers. Her heart raced as quickly as his, hoping she did not just ruin everything over a silly comment.

Isaac stared at her, wide eyed with his mouth agape. Words tried to slip out, but all that was coherent were, "What? Me?..... Me??" along with nervous giggling. The gears in his head turned as he shut his eyes to start over.

"I was–um, I was just kidding. We could move on if you'd like, it's not serious or anything," you spoke for him, stumbling over your words as you tried to prevent the situation from arising out of awkwardness. But Isaac just breathily laughed,

"Yeah, yeah sure, that's fine. Whatever makes you most comfortable."

"Oh don't be like that, Isaac," she flashed an apologetic smile.

Oh, but he will. Isaac didn't know whether to be relieved or upset at the fact that she dropped the question as if nothing happened. He knew that you probably just said that to put himself at ease but it was still bothersome.

Isaac rolled his eyes softly, trying to redirect the conversation to be more light hearted. He carefully dropped your hand from his, and rested his own on his thighs. His head was spiraling at this point, he felt stupid, so utterly ridiculous that he got caught up over something so small. You talked as if nothing happened, for his sake and your own as you looked around the car each time.

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The two of you were beginning to grow exhausted as the hours flew by, and Isaac immediately took notice of your yawns. Despite silently praying that his friends were done goofing around back at their place, he felt his phone buzz from tweet notifications. He glanced at them and groaned; it was getting late and he felt bad for keeping you out, but god did he not want to go home.

[Name] felt Isaac's eyes on her after she looked around their surroundings out the window. Her head crooked to the side, ever so slightly, and that sent Isaac through the windshield. There was no talking, no sudden actions, nothing, in between you. Music softly played, filling up the car, along with the faint buzz of the air vents and the soft breathes from the two of you. It was strangely intimate, yet the only thing exchanged were glances.

You couldn't help but smile first,"...What?" you questioned, breaking into another yawn.

"Is it time to take the sleepy baby home?" Isaac teased, pulling himself closer to the girl. He could see the way her eyes were dimly lit by the street lamps, and tucked a loose hair behind her right ear. She looked so ethereal, and he ached to do something. Maybe his lack of sleep is kicking in, or maybe you are just always so pretty.

"Do you want to stay over, Isaac?" you blurted. "I mean, it's late and I don't want you driving more than you should–" you tried covering up your sudden outburst of a question, but getting interrupted unintentionally.

"Can I kiss you?"

….huh?

Isaac's gaze flickered from her lips to her eyes, awaiting for an answer. The air in your chest was caught, but you didn't waste a second to kiss that man. Isaac's head grew quiet again as his hands cupped her cheek and jaw. He didn't care anymore, he knew his actions would have consequences, but he could worry about it later. All he was worried about was the fact that you, his best friend, was kissing him back–and he felt high. [Name] could feel his smile against her lips, making her feel giddy this time. Her hands danced lightly on his forearms briefly before separating to catch her breath.

Isaac leaned his forehead into the crook of her neck. He never felt so impervious and safe with someone like this before, his brain wires finally shut off from the constant nagging, bringing him a sense of pleasure in your presence even more. He closed his eyes momentarily before needing to ask something that's been haunting his mind.

"Were you being serious? You know, about earlier?"

"About what? Me saying you're in love with me?" she replied.

He paused, "Yeah, that and if you loved me."

"Mmm, I was, but I was also partially just kidding. Though you did get pretty worked up over the second time," she replied and teased the taller.

He groaned and sat up, "So, you are in love with me?"

"I never said that"

"Oh but you just did darling"

It was your turn to groan and cover your face with your hands. You couldn't help but yawn once more, before placing a kiss on his temple and leaning your head on his shoulder.

"So, are you staying at my place or should I take back my offer," she teased, very tiredly.

"Abso-fucking-luetly. Put your seatbelt on," he grinned, immediately driving off. His conflicting thoughts, dispersing more and more after the girl's sudden kiss from earlier. As much as he wants to say he was calm, his heartbeat says otherwise.

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a/n: hi!! so how was it? if it's bad, don't tell me :> can yall tell I like the besties trope LMAO anyway again I'd like to thank everyone with being patient with me, all the support I've gotten from my first work was insane! I <3 u guys ty ty <3

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In the Shelter of Shadows

Isaac x Reader

Summary: With thee, I would forsake all else, for thou art my very heart and the flame that giveth me life. Let us away, where nought may shackle us, and weave a love as untamed and infinite as the heavens above.

Isaac moved silently through the dark forest, his lantern shielded to keep its glow from being noticed.

He had to be careful.

Each step brought him closer to the small jailhouse, where you were held, and accused of witchcraft.

The nonsense of it burned in his chest, he knew you better than anyone, and the accusations were as baseless as they were cruel.

You were no witch.

When he reached the building, he worked quickly, his tools making soft clicks as he picked the lock on the door.

The hinges groaned as it opened, and he froze, holding his breath until he was certain no one had heard.

Inside, the air was thick and cold, the faint sound of rustling urging him to the back of the room.

He was quick to find you. You were held like an animal. He hated that.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, crouching near the bars of your cell.

At the sound of his voice, you lifted your head from your knees.

In the dim light, he could see the lines of tears on your face. Yet, he found kindness in your eyes when you realised that it was him.

“Isaac,” you said, your voice shaky and quiet.

“I had to come,” he said softly. “I couldn’t leave you here alone.”

You crawled closer to the bars, your hands gripping the cold metal.

“I swear, I’ve done nothing wrong. I’m not—” You stopped, your voice breaking, it was all too much.

“I know,” he interrupted, his voice steady. “I know you’re no witch. You’re kind, selfless, everything they’ve forgotten how to see. This madness has to stop.”

You reached through the bars, and he took your hand in his, his grip firm and warm. It comforted you a little.

Despite all that was going on, Isaac seemed the only one who was able to ground you.

“They say I will hang by morning,” you whispered. “I’m so scared, Isaac.”

“I won’t let that happen,” he said firmly. “I’ll get you out of here before it’s too late. We’ll leave this place and start over somewhere safe.”

You stared at him, hope mixing with doubt.

“How can you be sure?”

“Because I’ll make it happen,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “Trust me. Be ready.”

Before he slipped away, he pressed a kiss to your hand, a quiet vow that he wouldn’t let you down.

All you had to do was trust and wait for him.

The next morning, just before daylight, Isaac waited for the perfect moment.

The people were distracted, their attention drawn by another commotion. He moved swiftly, unlocking your cell with practised ease. When he stepped inside, the sight of you made him stop in his tracks.

Your face was bruised, and your wrists bore the raw marks of ropes. Cuts and bruises lined your arms, the cruel evidence of what you’d endured.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, he had to control himself or else he would murder everyone who dared to touch you. “What have they done to you?”

You tried to stand, wincing as pain shot through your legs.

“It’s nothing,” you said, though the effort to appear strong was not fooling him.

“It’s not nothing,” he said, moving quickly to help you. He needed to take a deep breath to calm himself. “We’re leaving.”

He helped you out of the cell, his arm steady around your waist.

The two of you moved through the forest, the sounds of the town fading behind you.

Isaac had a carriage with a horse prepared. He managed to collect some food and items you will need.

The journey was cruel, but Isaac never stopped.

When you couldn’t walk, he carried you, whispering quiet reassurances to keep you calm.

Days later, you reached a secluded clearing deep in the woods, far from the judgment and cruelty of others.

Far from the false accusations.

Isaac built a small home for the two of you, a safe haven where you could begin to heal and move on.

Slowly, the marks of your imprisonment faded, replaced by the warmth of a new start.

Only the memories stayed.

"Thank you for saving me." you told him one evening while you washed the dishes. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

"I would do it all over again."

Months passed, and under the stars, you and Isaac exchanged vows. There were no witnesses but the trees, no altar but the earth beneath your feet and the trees above your heads.

"I promise I will be a good wife. I have been a good friend but I will be an even better partner."

"I promise I will keep you safe, I will continue to build our life together and be a good husband to you."

That night, as you lay in bed together, his arms wrapped protectively around you, you broke the comfortable silence.

“Do you ever think about that night?” you asked softly.

“Every day,” he admitted, his voice low. “It reminds me of what we’ve overcome, and what we’ve built together since. I’ll never stop being grateful that I got you out in time.”

You turned to face him, your fingers brushing against his cheek.

“I don’t regret any of it,” you said. “If it meant ending up here with you, in your arms, I’d survive it all again.”

His eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss you, a tender, lingering kiss. You thought it would be impossible but he pulled you closer.

“We’ve left the darkness behind, the accusations and the madness,” he whispered, pulling you closer. “And now we have a lifetime together.”

As you drifted into sleep in his arms, it all felt so right.

You have never felt this free, safe, and filled with love.

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a/n: this is not proofread and also it's super short!! and i wrote this at night so i’m sorry if it's a lil bad :(

a/n added: i wrote two different part 2 for this and published both because i couldn't choose which one to post. you can find the fluff one here and the angst one here

warning: angst!!! angst!!!! just angst

21:14 

“i had to take a walk”

Totally terrified you looked at the phone in your hand, not knowing what to do. After staring at it for a while you decided to take a walk, you took your phone so you could bring it with you thinking in fear that Bella would find it and see the text if you didn’t. They said they wouldn’t be home for a while due to running late on set, so you thought that taking a walk to think things through would help before they came home. Putting on your shoes and grabbing a coat, you were just about to head out when you heard voices coming from the other side of the door. Bella.

Standing frozen in the hallway, the door opened before your eyes. Bella was not alone. You definitely can’t talk to them about it now.

“Hi darling! I invited my friends..” dragging out the last word they started to look confused while stopping in the middle of their sentence. “Were you just about to head out? Where?” clutching onto your phone tightly in your hand, you answered their question as calmly as you could, while almost being on the verge of tears. “I had to take a walk. I’m not feeling well.” You started to walk past them and the others but Bella grabbed your wrist before you got out of the door. “Okay, be safe alright? I love you.” You nodded and tried to keep their attention on you, since they grabbed the wrist with the hand that had the phone. Just as they started to let go they looked at the end of the coat and saw your phone. Something that wouldn’t be weird usually, if you weren’t so obviously holding it like you were about to break it.

“What’s that? Why are you holding it so tightly?” grabbing it before you even could react, and they accidentally opened it while they grabbed it. Their friends were all quiet and hadn’t even said hi yet. Martha who was right behind Bella must’ve somehow seen what it was before Bella did because she let out a gasp. You tried to hold back your tears but they were really threatening to spill the more the seconds went by. Looking down on your hands and taking a step back you quietly wait for their reaction. 

“Oh my god.” the pictures of Bella kissing another person on the street was fully visible on your phone. After a minute of silent shock Isaac finally spoke up, “I think this is a bad time. We’ll leave and let you talk this out. See you tomorrow, sleep tight.” They all left and you and Bella were now alone. 

You couldn’t bear the silence and anxiety anymore, so you just went out the door and simply said “I can’t do this right now. I’ll be back tomorrow, I guess.” you closed the door just as Bella was about to speak. You turned your back to the door and the tears who had threatened to spill were now streaming down your face. Picking up your phone and calling your best friend who quickly picked up, telling them about what happened and asking if you could stay there tonight, which you of course could. 

While you were at your friend's apartment on the other side of town crying yourself to sleep, Bella was at your shared apartment doing the same.

[blvckbirds]

//   (  oscar isaac  .  cismale  .  he/him  )  .    ⸻  roberto "robbie" emmanuel d'angelo (previously rivera)  ,  a    forty-three years  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  (on and off) thirty-four years  .  the  caretaker is  known  for  being  nurturing   and  stubborn  and  is  often  associated  with  a pristine white coat, perfectly pressed, perfectly clean; the smell of antiseptic and an unwavering calm, a mountain against the storm, hands that do not shake, unless they're in the dark  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  an emergency doctor  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that [ CONFIDENTIAL ]

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name: roberto luis d'angelo (né rivera) nickame : robbie age & date of birth: 43 yo, born on December 26th, 1977 zodiac: capricorn gender: cis male, he/him orientation: bisexual occupation: emergency doctor at redcreek hospital, previously army doctor neighborhood: norwood street

tw; death, car accident, military

family.

the only son of angela and luis rivera, robbie was born in detroit, michigan where he lived for the first 7 years of his life. his childhood until that age was good, excellent even. his father, a mexican immigrant, was well-known in their little tight-knit community. they weren’t the richest, but they were happy. angela was working as a server in the little diner near home and luis had been lucky enough to find a job at the steel factory. things were good, things were stable. they had many friends, their home was always full. his grandmother, francesca, was also living with them, and mostly taking care of young robbie when his parents were working hard.  robbie was a smiling child, back then. always teasing, joking; a real prankster.  this all changed when his parents died in a car accident, one fateful night. nothing could have predicted this would happen to them. his abuela had left robbie to their neighbours, the d’angelos, so they could care for him until she came back. robbie liked the d’angelos, his parents’ best friends, well enough. he’d always been a bit intimidated by abel, but there was more admiration than anything. and at that moment, robbie didn’t know what happened to his parents yet.  when abuela came back, a few days later, it was with an air of quiet devastation that hung heavily between them. she sat him down in the living room where sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows on the floor. robbie could feel something was wrong, but the words didn’t come until later—until after she wrapped her arms around him, holding him so tightly that it felt like she was trying to keep the world from collapsing on both of them. he would always remember what she told him then:  “they’re gone, mijo. your mamá y papá... they’re never coming back.” robbie had stared at her then, face blank, unsure how to process it. he didn’t understand death, not really. not yet. not like this, a sudden emptiness that ripped the foundation from under him. and it seemed that the world was not done with him; a few months later, a few weeks shy of his parents’ funeral, abuela got sick.  in a twisted display of fate, robbie found himself alone. utterly, and completely alone. emptiness filled him, and gone was the young boy who used to play pranks on mrs. d’angelo. replacing him was a boy with a severe expression on his face. 

school.

being in the same vicinity to death so early in life made him more curious than anything. robbie had refused to let himself be submerged by fear; he would conquer it, in any way he could. from a young age, his dream was to become a doctor.  although his adoptive parents always tried to help with school, he knew they weren’t the richest. And the last thing Robbie ever wanted was to become a weight to them. he’d always been an a-grade student, very serious and studious, and had always taken his future into his own hands. with his sights set on something bigger, something more than the small town life they all seemed stuck in, he decided to enroll in the army. the military offered him an opportunity to not only pay for his education but also to serve something greater than himself. for sure, he faced some resistance, but robbie had made up his mind and his decision to pursue medicine in the army had been taken carefully. not only could he satisfy his immense interest in science, he knew that he could make a real difference. the army would offer him that: a chance to help those in need. sure, joining the military wasn’t without sacrifice, but he knew the costs. he accepted them. the promise of a scholarship was too good to pass, and he knew that it would only help him secure a stable future. and anyway, it was just a few years after medical school, what could happen? little did he know, the army shaped him in ways he couldn’t anticipate. the training was intense, the discipline grueling. but the hardest part—far beyond the physical—was the toll it would take on him, on his heart, and on his mind. however, for now, robbie focused on his dream: to become a doctor, no matter the cost. his soft heart would need to harden itself if he wanted to honor his parents’ sacrifices.

lovelife.

robbie had met selina, a young, sparkly young woman who worked as an administrative assistant in medical school. they were of similar backgrounds; small-town kids coming to the big city to learn and make something out of themselves. they hit it off right away and what followed was years of deep passion. while robbie worked hard to make himself as impenetrable as possible, selina softened him up. made himself believe he could be loved, like that. a wedding ensued, where only the guy at the townhall helping them with the papers had been privy to. they didn’t have much time. because then robbie got deployed.  and while he came back a few times in-between tours, selina had been left alone. alone with their daughter, marina.  after his second tour, selina gave birth to miguel. the dates didn’t fit, but robbie didn’t want to see the truth. as much as his family tried to warn him about selina, he couldn’t listen to them. because he had a family of his own now, and honestly, they were the only thing keeping his sanity in check at that moment.

career.

after ten years of military service where he did three tours, robbie retired from the army. not in one piece, though. far from it. he always found the house quiet, too quiet. the sound of fireworks on the fourth of july sent him diving under the dining table. crowds made him sweat. the guilt gnawed at him—why had he survived when so many others hadn’t? sure, therapy helped. but anger filled him way too often, and his marriage was failing, and he was failing, and robbie had never been good at being bad.  after his divorce, he moved back to red creek, took a job as an emergency doctor at the hospital, because it was the only thing he was good at. though every child either reminded him of his own daughter or the kids he’d never been able to save back in afghanistan, robbie pushed through.

[cosplaying-memester]

Happy Halloween, guys! This isn't my costume for today, just a lil something I thought I'd upload, along with another Fear Street cosplay lol

And yes, I redid the mask some lol