🖋️Writer's block 🖋️ Iso x reader

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Warnings; mentions of NSFW and vulgar language . This will be copy pasted on every chapter.

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The next morning you were typing away like crazy on the laptop, a smile on your face as your mind would wander occasionally back to the conversation you had by text with Iso. Who would have known that something so simple would have finally given you an idea for your book? You were a couple more chapters in, very satisfied with the idea you had.

The protagonist was going to be an assassin, one that was going to be taking their retirement. You wanted to make something just a bit more light and funny-but still wanted to put a twist. You continue typing until you have to inevitably pause, opening your notebook nearby and trying to double check your notes, hoping to find the answer you needed there.

You read through the pages that you had written the key information to most things on, but the particular info you needed wasn't written. You hummed, slightly annoyed that you couldn't get the answer off of your own notes. Solution number two was going to be to text Iso, but then again he was on a mission and he was probably not at rest anymore. Which means texting him would be risky.

Option number three was going to be to find somebody else who has been an assassin - and hope they have the answer you needed. And for the moment, you didn't feel like you had much more of a choice. So you took a break at typing, grabbing your notebook and your favorite pen before heading out of your dorm room.

Since you didn't really know who had been an assassin in the past, you first headed to see your uncle, figuring he would put you on the right path. You walked over to his office and knocked lightly a few times. "Who is it?" Brimstone's gruff voice could be heard through the door, sounding absolutely exhausted. "It's (Y/n), I just have a small question-" you said, hand on the handle hoping he would say yes.

"Come in, sweetheart." He called out, and you finally pushed open the door to see your uncle looking like he wanted out-his desk was an absolute mess of papers and it looked like he had a migraine going on. "Oh dear- um-.." you were surprised at the scene just to see the sheer amount of work he had spread out in front of him .

But then you shook your head, not wanting to take up too much of his time, you just got right to the point. "Yeah- who was an assassin in protocol, other than Iso? I have questions but since he's out on a mission I don't want to bug him." You asked, leaning in the doorway, holding your notebook in front of you. Brimstone paused for a second, looking like he needed an extra minute to process the question.

"Uh... Cypher, Omen... But I don't think Omen will be able to answer your questions, he has a few... Memory issues-" Brimstone said, trying to recall the assassins that were in HQ right now. "So Cypher?" You confirmed once again, nodding your head slightly. "Yeah. But depending on what you ask he might not answer. He likes to keep his secrets." Brimstone mumbled out, then looking back down on his papers with a look of death.

"Great ... Hopefully he will-" you hummed-nodding your head before turning on your heels, gently shutting the door behind you. So your current only option to get some sort of answer was a guy who might not even answer you? That sounded pleasant. But at the same time it was worth a shot-or else you had to wait until Iso came back- and something told you that if you waited for him to come back; his first priority wouldn't be to answer your question, considering the stuff you'd send him.

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You were in front of Cypher 's workshop, knocking lightly at the door and hoping that the intriguing masked man would answer. "Come in!" You heard him call out from behind the door, his voice seeming surprisingly jolly. You weren't sure if it was weird or not but honestly you didn't want to question it too much. You open the door and peek your head in the workshop.