#Iso x you
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Private Dimension of Pleasure
Pairing: Iso x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, power use, cock riding, kissing, enemies to lovers, teasing, masturbation mention, sex toy mention
Word count: 2k
A/N: His power is locking people up in a dimension with him... how could I not write smut with that kind of power?
One moment you were running towards him, guns blazing, dodging his own bullets and then just as you were about to tackle his smug self to the ground you didn't know where you were. It was a void of some sort, but you couldn't quite move like you wanted. And where was Iso? Also gone.
"Ha, you fell for that? Easiest trick in my playbook." You felt the cold metal of a gun press against the back of your head. "Maybe you're not the rival I thought you were. Sad, any here I thought I finally found someone interesting." His sounded so full of himself you wanted to turn around and beat the shit out of him. If only you could move as you liked, "Don't bother, this is my dimension, you move when I want you to, how fast I want you to."
You clenched your teeth, barely summoning the strength to turn your head and look at him. "Coward. If this is what you need to do to win then you're even more pathetic then I thought. When they talked about a new guy on the team I hoped it was someone better." Your taunts got to him for sure, his eye twitched and his smile faltered for a moment.
Of course he still compared himself to others. He was as you said, the new guy. Still learning the ropes of being an Agent at Valorant.
Iso floated in front of you, his many guns dancing around him, trained on you but the one in his hand was at his side. "Aren't you the same? Isn't that why you're going after the new guy? You wanna prove yourself, same as me."
"Don't flatter yourself Iso. I'm nothing like you." Why the hell was he leaning in so close? Why did he get that little smirk on his lips just now? You'd kill to know what he was thinking right now.
"You remembered my name." His voice was softer then before. "You've been thinking a lot about me haven't you? How scandalous of you." A warmth spread across your face and the tips of your ears, both in anger of his taunting and of what he seemed to be implying about you. Scandalous? He was one to talk.
"Again, you flatter yourself. I have much hotter guys to think about while I'm masturbating." You said that so confidently, like it was an own of some kind.
Iso's grin was wider when he heard that little confession, "Who said anything about masturbating? Get your mind out the gutter woman. I was talking about fighting. But I can't really blame you, people do seem to get crushes on me pretty easily."
As if he sensed your anger he let you surge forward but not for a headbutt like you intended but a very sloppy and angry kiss. He knew it, he could sense how much you wanted him, each time he pulled you in here and teased you and fought you he could sense your lust growing together with your anger. Today he thought he could satisfy both of those at once.
"You ain't as slick as you think." He teased as his thigh slipped in between your legs, "Oh my mistake. You are." You resented yourself for the moan that left your lips when Iso pressed against you. This was supposed to stay a secret from everyone, especially him. You couldn't help it, you wished otherwise but when you'd fight him you began throbbing, burning up, and later in your bed riding whatever dildo you got your pussy onto first to push these lustful thoughts away before your next encounter. "Do you want this? Really want this?" The guns around him vanished, leaving just the two of you in the purple hue of the void.
His voice was soft, just like his fingers which played with your pants but didn't push further. He was aware that in this place he was in charge. He needed you to say it, to know he wasn't reading the signals wrong and making a mistake.
"We'll both regret this if we get found out." You were enemies after all.
"Then it's a good thing this dimension if fully private. Now tell me, do you want this or not. Because in case you can't tell, I really do." You looked down and saw that Iso was cupping his bulge and how it twitched when you looked at it. "If not I'm letting you out of here and taking things into my own hands. Fighting you is fun and all but I think this would get in the way. Plus it's a really easy target."
Sure looks like it. The perfect target for you pussy actually, which was fully protesting at how empty it was right now. "Not a word of this to anyone, you hear me prettyboy. I may not know where you live but I have friends who can find out." You started pulling his zipper down as his hands pushed past your pants and underwear, playing and passing through your folds to circle your pussyhole and make his fingers wet. "Or if you tease me."
"How scary. I better not waste time then." Iso pushed your clothes down and onto the way, same with his own. "Ready?"
Instead of simply spreading your legs you pushed yourself onto him and wrapped them around his shoulders, his jacket digging slightly into your thighs. Iso let out a shaky breath when he felt your pussy rubbing up against his hard cock and up to the tip, "Now I am."
"Someone really wants this. Has it been a while since you had sex?" You got the sense that he wasn't asking to make fun of you but to gauge how fast he can take this. It was sweet considering Iso usually took every opportunity he could to tease you.
"Not since I joined my team. You?" Hopefully he wasn't already seeing anyone. He didn't seem like that kind of guy but who knows, anyone can make a bad judgment of character. Iso pretended to think about it for a good long while, or it might have been a few seconds, time was always wonky in this place, "Iso!"
"Kidding! I've been with a few people but not since I started thinking about you. Which was pretty much right after we first met. So almost as long as you. It's been just me and my hand." The same hand he was now pushing towards you lips, the one that teased you and just before that was pointing a gun at you. "Won't be just the two of us anymore right?"
"If you play your cards right it won't." You rolled your hips against him, trying to make the cock go in but it was tricky at this angle. You could look down but that would require you looking away from his pretty face and you didn't want that either.
Iso laughed at your enthusiasm. He balanced you against him with one hand, the other brushing its fingers over your lips, letting you taste yourself just a little but not pushing in. His cock pushed in though, inch by inch, twitching more with every little bit that was sheathed inside you fully.
"Way better then my hand." You certainly hoped your pussy was better.
"Your hands feel nice though. Surpassingly smooth for someone who wields guns every day." You wouldn't mind feeling his hands on you more often. "As for your cock, hm." You clenched your pussy walls around him, "I can say, much better then my dildos." If he was comparing then so would you, it was only fair that way. "But can it make me come harder is the question."
"You bet this sweet pussy that I can." Unfortunately he couldn't feel your nipples fully through his jacket and yours but he could tell you were arching against him as he started to roll his hips. The weightless state didn't allow for too rough of a thrust but each was just as deep s the last, his cock having the slightest angle and rubbing against your sweet spot perfectly. You pulled and guided him by his hoodie, his soft lips against yours, fitting all too easily. There was no one to hear you moan, just him, but you still felt the need to cover it up.
Iso noticed so he pried your lips apart with his tongue just in time with his thrust, savoring both the sound of his balls clapping against you as well as the sound of your moan.
He knew full well what he was doing, he didn't even mind you nibbling on his tongue, or how you narrowed your eyes at him. You couldn't care that much either when his cock felt so good sliding in and out of you, when his tongue made you go dizzy and his kisses made your lungs burn for air.
You moan into the kiss, sucking on his tongue when he pushes it in both of you lost in your lustful haze, drunk of each other, pulling, gripping, thrusting and riding.
"Feels good doesn't it?" He husks against your lips once the kiss is broken, "You feeling good from my cock?"
"You should be able to tell." You teased as he rolled his hips up again, grunting at the clenching of your wet walls, "But yes Iso, it feels so good. You're a good boy." You didn't even think much of it at first when you said it but the words seemed to strike a cord with him.
"Good? I'm the best one around." And he was determined to prove it right now. By making your pussy come around his cock. He wrapped his arm tighter around you, now pulling your bodies flush against each other, as close as they could get with the clothes still in the way. "Close aren't you? Your pussy's close to coming I can feel it. I'll make you come every time we see each other, so don't go around fucking anyone else okay? You promise?"
He wants you all to himself. You think back to earlier, how you hoped he wasn't seeing anyone, fucking anyone, it's the same, you really are just like him. "Promise I won't let anyone fuck me if you can do it instead."
There's but a single thought in his head right now, to make you come. He's so close, his moves are sloppy at best, his mouth hardly forming words anymore, promises and sweet whatnots for your ears only. His mind is solely focused on you. "I'll fuck you better than anyone. I promise baby. Let's see you come on my cock first, let me feel you even more."
He pumps his hips into you as fast as he can fire bullets, the weightless state no longer posing a problem because as he said, he is in control here. You feel tightness coiling in the pit of your stomach, you come so suddenly and so hard it makes you see white spots, and the hitch of his name making Iso go over the edge too, quickfire shots of cum filling you up.
Iso holds you close as you float there, entangled and breathing heavily into each other's ears. It was supposed to be bad how good this made you feel, how he, an enemy made you feel but there was no denying it after this, not even if you tried your headrest.
Iso holds you close as you float there, entangled and breathing heavily into each other's ears. It was supposed to be bad how good this made you feel, how he, an enemy made you feel but there was no denying it after this, not even if you tried your headrest.
"Don't be late for the next mission okay? I want as much time with you as possible." You didn't even notice when he pulled out and set your clothes back in place. Must be a trick of his powers, wouldn't be the first time they caught you so off guard. "Make sure to land on your legs, not your face."
Precious seconds were all you had time for, the last thing you felt was his lips kissing yours before you found yourself falling onto the concrete floor where you tried to tackle him before. His cocky laughter echoed in your ears, making you remember why you hated him in the first place. If it weren't for the pleasant throbbing between your legs you'd hate him even more.
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sequoia.
pairing : iso x gn!reader
notes : mutual pining ? i’ll let the audience decide , might be ooc since i wrote this based on all of his available voicelines so far ( . — . )
The echoing clang of bullets hitting metal targets reverberated through the shooting range as you took aim alongside Iso, the new recruit to the Valorant Protocol. You’d been itching to get to know him better, and what better way to break the ice then some target practice?
“Clean shot! I should let Chamber know he has a rival now.”
Iso shrugged and chuckled, as an acknowledgement to your compliment.
“So, Iso… I heard you isolate your enemy into that domain of yours? Interesting…” you remarked, keeping your eyes trained on the target as you shot a bullet straight to the head.
Iso nodded shyly, his fingers still gripping the handle of his pistol.
“Y-yeah… Just my way to secure a 1v1 duel…”
Oh, what the hell am I saying, Iso thought, mentally facepalming at his awkward response. He felt silly for acting awkward in front of you. To be honest, he finds you really, really beautiful. Maybe that’s the reason.
But to his surprise, you merely gave him a soft smile.
“That is sooo freaking cool ~! Can you bring me there someday?” you asked, your tone playful and light.
Iso was surprised, his eyebrows knitting together.
“Why would I bring you there? I don’t think having a gun duel with an ally there is a good idea–”
You giggled, which interrupted his words. “Not in a gun duel, silly. I just wanna know what it looks like in the dimension.”
Warmth crept onto Iso’s face, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment at having misunderstood your context. “O-oh… Yeah, sure. I hang out a lot there even though there’s nothing much… Mostly when I need alone time to read my books or… listen to music.”
“And, having company once in a while would be nice.” He smiled, his eyes glanced at you.
“Mhmm, then I’ll be waiting ~” you replied, your curiosity piqued. You adjusted your stance, firing a few more rounds with precise accuracy.
“Oh ! Talking about music,” you continued, gesturing to the earbuds that Iso always had whenever you saw him. “I always see you got your earbuds on all the time. I assume you’re a music enthusiast, yes?”
Iso nodded, his fingers fumbling with the gun’s magazine as he exchanged it. “It helps me to stay relaxed and focused. Music has this way of grounding me, you know?”
You smiled, appreciating his honesty. “That makes sense. What kind of music do you listen to then?”
As Iso put his pistol down, he began to list off his favourite genres and artists. You noticed the way his purple-coloured eyes lightened up. You were surprised by the variety of his tastes, from classical compositions to high-energy EDM tracks. Your conversation flowed seamlessly, as Iso continued geeking over his profound hyperfixation.
“So, do you have a favourite song?” you asked, genuinely interested.
Iso took a moment to think before answering. He has so many favourites, heck, he could create millions of playlist when he thought of it. Then, a song came to his mind, “There’s this one song that I find myself going back to quite often. It’s called ‘Helena’ by My Chemical Romance.
The name caught your attention, “Wait ! I know that song ! What’s the worst that I can say ~”
Iso chuckled, he continued singing along, “Things are better if I stay ~”
“So long and goodnight, so long and goodnight.”
Both of you started giggling, which lightened up the mood surrounding the both of you.
Iso started to fiddle with his gloved fingers, his expression softening. “To me, that song carries a powerful and cathartic expression of one’s emotions surrounding the loss of a loved one, so it has become one of my favourites.”
You were touched by his description and decided to make a mental note to listen to the song again later. As you both finished up with the training at the shooting range, you couldn’t help but feel a connection forming between you and Iso. He’s slowly getting along with you, no longer the quiet and reserved recruit.
Someone you could genuinely relate to.
As the both of you left the shooting range, the two of you talked and laughed, not just about combat training but about music, books and everything in between. His giggles caught your attention, the way he would bring up his hand to stifle his laughs.
Goddamn, he’s cute.
You didn’t expect the training you had with him could be the perfect time to bring you both closer. You couldn’t wait to explore Iso’s unique dimension with him, discovering not just his hidden talents but the beauty of the world he had specifically created for himself.
“So, about that dimension visit,” you teased, “When can we make that happen?”
Iso grinned, the embarrassment from earlier dissipating. “Whenever you’re ready. I’d be happy to show you around the place.”
“Can we make that a promise?”
“Yeah, promise.”
(A/N): my love for iso is growing… he’s so cutie patootie… do u get me…
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New years confession | Iso x Gn reader
Summary: You have a crush on the new agent Iso but just can't imagine him liking you back. You try your best to avoid him but during the New Year celebration at the headquarters, confessions are made.
Warnings: Gn reader, shy reader, confessions, maybe ooc Iso, english isn't my first language, otherwise fluff
Wordcount: 1.1 k
A/n: So I actually had something written for Christmas but it still isn't finished so take this in the meantime.
It's my first time writing for Iso and I didn't know exactly how I wanted to write him so I just tried something out sorry if it is ooc.
Finished that right now real quick so some things may not exactly make sense but I hope you guys still enjoy it.
Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more
When Iso arrived you were unable to take your eyes off him, and the first time you talked your words got stuck in your throat.
You were somehow able to play it off but Iso definitely noticed that he was the reason for your reaction.
You tried to avoid him as best as you could but somehow he would always find you. It almost felt like he was purposefully seeking you out, especially when the others commented that he seemed to not really talk to anyone else at the headquarters.
But you tried to push that fluttering feeling in the back of your head, you didn't want to read too much into the situation. You reasoned that maybe he is just not used to everyone else and finds you the most approachable. You convinced yourself that that was the reason and that if he just spent more time with the others everything would be fine.
When Jett and Neon asked you if you wanted to help with the party preparations you agreed right away. It was something that could give you an excuse not to talk with Iso while also keeping you busy.
Time flew by as you helped with the party preparations, making sure everything was perfect for the night's festivities.
The thought of Iso's presence at the celebration lingered in the back of your mind, and the mere idea of spending the countdown with him in the room made your heart race.
The party was in full swing with everyone drinking, dancing, and conversing.
As the clock ticked closer to midnight you sought out a quiet corner, taking in everyone else from the sidelines.
As you were lost in your thoughts someone appeared beside you, "Enjoying the party?" You could recognize Iso's smooth voice immediately, pulling you out of your thoughts.
You jumped slightly, caught off guard "O-Oh, yeah. It's great." you stammered feeling a familiar heat rising to your cheeks.
As you looked up at him you took a moment to take in how the colorful lights were casting a beautiful glow across him. Before you could get too lost in your admiration he spoke up again "I'm glad." He said with a smile, for a moment it felt like the world around you disappeared, leaving only you two in this corner.
The new year now was almost around the corner and while you took a sip of your drink you could feel Iso's eyes constantly on you.
Trying to break the silence you asked "Ready for the new year?" You looked into his eyes with a slight smile.
He let out a breath before a smile took over on his lips "Well, almost, there is actually one more thing that I really wanted to do this year," Iso admitted, his tone carrying a hint of anticipation.
With curiosity in your eyes, you couldn't help but ask, "And what is it?"
Iso took your free hand into his, his eyes now locked onto yours.
Iso's smile grew, and he took a moment before answering, "I wanted to be honest with you, to share something that's been on my mind."
Your heart quickened the anticipation building. Iso's gaze remained unwavering as he continued "I've noticed the way you react when I'm around, the way your words get caught. It hasn't escaped my attention, and I can't ignore the fact that you've been trying to avoid me."
You shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how he would continue. Iso, however, tightened his grip on your hand reassuringly.
"But tonight, I don't want to play it off or pretend. I want to be straightforward with you," he confessed, his voice carrying sincerity. "I've found myself drawn to you, and I can't ignore the connection that seems to spark between us. I'd like to spend more time with you, and get to know you even more."
As Iso spoke, the countdown to midnight echoed in the background, the excitement of the celebration reaching its peak.
"So, what do you say?" he asked, his gaze holding a mixture of hope and vulnerability. "Would you be willing to spend the upcoming year with me, not just as a teammate but maybe as something more?"
Iso's confession hung in the air, the weight of his words settling between you two. The anticipation in his eyes was palpable, and you felt a familiar tightness in your throat, much like the first time you spoke to him.
He had bared his feelings, leaving the decision in your hands. Iso's sincerity and vulnerability tugged at your heartstrings, and you took a moment, allowing the silence to linger.
A lump formed in your throat, and you found it difficult to meet Iso's gaze. The colorful lights of the New Year's Eve celebration seemed to blur, but you took a steadying breath. Iso's hand in yours provided a sense of comfort, grounding you in the moment.
"Iso," you finally spoke, your voice soft but resolute. "I… I've felt it too. The way you make my heart race and my words get stuck. I tried to avoid you because I just didn't know how to handle it."
You looked up, meeting his eyes with a shy smile. "But tonight, I don't want to play it off either. I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together, and I'd like to see where this could go. So, yes, Iso. I'd like to spend the upcoming year with you, not just as a teammate but as something more."
The countdown started, everybody loudly screaming around you but everything was drowned out when Iso took a step closer to you.
He gently cupped your cheek and almost in a whisper asked "Can I kiss you?" You knew that your words completely escaped you at the moment so you just closed the gap between you two, putting your lips on his.
In the background, you could hear everyone cheering and screaming "Happy New Year!" Cheers and the sound of fireworks filled the air, but for you, time seemed to stand still leaving only the feeling of his lips upon yours.
As fireworks lit up the sky in an arrangement of beautiful colors you and Iso pulled away from each other, a shared smile on your lips.
"Happy New Year" Iso whispered, his eyes holding a warmth that eased the nervousness within you.
"Happy New Year" you replied, a genuine happiness blossoming within as you realized that, perhaps, the new year held more surprises.
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The iso x reader is really good! Alas, a part 3 would be great where they confess or reader's feelings get outed by either yoru or phoenix and gets teased about when reader will tell Iso but he already knows and reciprocates and just wants to hear it directly from them
The long awaited Part 3 of the Iso Saga!
Consider this my belated Christmas Present to all you Iso-Lovers!
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Word Count: 3.6k+
Warnings: Mild Swearing
Gender-Neutral Reader
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Cold Shoulder
Reader x Iso
It had been a fair few months since Iso had officially joined the Protocol, and the two of you were nearly inseparable. Whenever being sent on a mission, if there was a free spot on a team, you'd always try to find excuses to bring the each other along if one was going without the other. To the point that Brimstone had to pull you each aside and gently scold you. You simply can't be on every mission together. What matters is the skillset that is put into each team, not the person specifically.
It was a tad embarrassing being called out by Brimstone like that, and overtime, it was made clear that he wasn't the only one aware of how close you two were. How you and Iso were rarely seen without the other by their side, never too far if they weren't in view. It was almost instinctual, to be nearby.
Far too soon, a few of the other agents started picking up on certain hints that went over even your head, though you saw yourself as rather... aware of how others felt about you, especially after spending however long by their side. For instance, you knew Yoru often had an ego to show off, and acted like he didn't give a shit about anybody; but he would have your back if you were in danger, without a doubt. He'd warp to your side without a second thought. No matter how many times he'd deny it, he'd claim it was a coincidence.
So you were confident that if somebody's feelings towards you changed, you'd catch it. Or, if your own feelings had changed from platonic to... something more.
Boy, were you ever wrong.
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Sage had stopped by your room to visit, bringing some freshly brewed herbal tea alongside a small plate of biscuits. She'd made a habit of making sure every agent was alright mentally, providing a safe space to vent or talk about feelings without judgement. She felt quite responsible for both the physical state of everyone, as well as their mental state. To put it simply, she was acting as the Protocol's therapist. And she was damn good at it.
Opening your door, you stepped aside to allow Sage entrance to your room. She'd already alerted you of your monthly checkup that day, so you'd made sure to tidy your bedroom as best as possible. She had always given off motherly vibes, so the last thing you wanted was for her to see a messy room on one of the few times she visits.
Sitting down on the floor, Sage sets up her favourite tea set on the short table by your bed, and begins to pour two cups of herbal tea. The tea set was painted with vines and flowers, giving off some Skye vibes. Perhaps it was a gift from her?
You sit yourself across from Sage, sitting on your legs comfortably as you reach for one of the cups, perhaps adding a little sugar to the warm liquid before settling into a more... relaxed mindset.
"So." Sage had started, hands wrapped delicately around her own teacup. "I see you and Iso have been progressing very well over the last few months, mm?"
You gave a simple nod. "In combat, we triumph over our opponents with ease. We have a good system going."
"That's wonderful to hear!... although not quite what I meant." She chuckled softly to herself, a warm smile on her face contradicting the confused look you'd given her.
"You've been getting to know Iso on a more personal level, more so than anybody. Which is a little strange, admittedly. Ever since you joined the Protocol, you usually kept to yourself and didn't make many connections with other agents. So I'm very relieved to know you've found somebody in which you can rely on-"
"Hold on." You pipe up to interrupt, eyebrows knitted together in mild confusion. "What are you talking about? Yeah, I spend some time with Iso, but I wouldn't say we're on a personal level. That makes it sound like we're friends." Or more, your thoughts added, but you are swift to dismiss the thought as quickly as it arrived.
Sage took a slow sip of her drink as she let the following silence linger amongst the room, deciding to let it sink in naturally.
Her silence made something click in your head.
"We're friends."
"Mhm." Sage confirmed. "A bit more than that, perhaps. Some of us can't help but notice how rosy your cheeks get when Iso stands a little too close to you. How you two are rarely ever seen apart. And how, aside from me, He is the only one you allow in your room; your safe haven."
Your gaze slowly drops to look at the tea in your cup, seeing your reflection in the mildly rippling liquid, caused by the mild shake of your hands. You'd never really thought you had social habits, and yet... apparently they were blaringly obvious. Giving away hints to something you didn't understand yourself. "What... what does this mean?" You ask slowly, with eyes timidly flicking back up to meet Sage's calming, blue gaze. What she said next hit you like a wall of bricks.
"I believe you are in love, Y/N."
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Love. Sage told you that you may be in love. It made you shudder. Far too soft of a word. How were you supposed to keep up your reputation amongst your team members? They might all see you as some... lovesick fool! You hated the thought of it. What were you meant to do now...? Well, Sage had advised you to take some time to think about what she'd said, and to get in touch with your feelings. Figure out how you really feel for Iso, and if it dips into being 'love' or not.
After all, Sage didn't know everything. She simply had her theories. Though she did coach you through some ways to self-reflect. Though it did feel somewhat pointless, you indulged her idea, and spent the next few days carefully doing some serious reflection on your feelings and interactions with Iso as of late. And the more you thought on Sage's words, the more that everything kind of... made sense.
You undeniably had feelings for Iso. The two of you working so harmoniously together, and how close you were outside of missions... the way you felt an odd, fluttering feelings in your stomach. The way your cheeks heat up when he casually rests his elbow on your shoulder... these previously unexplainable feelings, suddenly making sense. Clicking together like puzzle pieces.
Step one was complete, you supposed. You were aware of your feelings... now what? What were you meant to do with these feelings now? Surely not... expressing them to Iso?
The mere thought shot a bone-cold chill down your spine. No way were you ready to do anything of the sort.
"Just... act like normal." You coached yourself in the hallway, rubbing your face in an attempt to pull yourself together. "You like Iso, so what? That won't change anything- it shouldn't. I'm sure if you just... keep acting like normal, these ridiculous feelings will eventually go away..."
"Oh, that is rich."
The sudden voice nearly caused you to draw your pistol, if it weren't for your immediate reflex to look before shooting. What a relief, you nearly put a bullet into... the wall?
The next second, you see Yoru casually step out of his portal, removing his oni-styled mask with a faint smirk on his face.
"Yoru, what have I said about spying on me?" You scolded him with a narrowing glare, subconsciously gripping the front of your shirt. The bastard had made it a personal challenge to try and scare you when you were on your own- many times having been stopped by Iso a lot of the time. Iso's reflexes were often very helpful in catching Yoru before he had the chance to startle you. Besides, he seldom actually scared you.
"I wasn't spying about you. I was just trying to get to my room without bumping into anybody, and what happens? I find out some very interesting information..." A wide smirk grew across his face, as the realization quickly dawned on you.
"Listen, you didn't hear anything, got it?" Your voice pitched higher in a mild form of panic, which simply made Yoru's grin grow wider. "Damn. You're down bad, eh?"
Gritting your teeth, you storm closer to the man, preparing to grab him, and give him a thorough threatening- only for Yoru to warp out of your vicinity, a fair few feet away; arms crossed in a taunting way. "Phoenix is gonna get a kick 'outta this. Iso as well, I bet..." He cackled softly to himself, as he casually took a step backwards and fell into another portal, vanishing completely from the hallway.
Frozen in place, your mind had to slowly catch up to the moment of what had just happened. Yoru surely wouldn't spill such a serious secret just for the hell of it... right? Right?
You couldn't trust Yoru to keep his mouth shut. He was going to tell somebody- possibly even Iso if he felt like that much of an asshole. So, with quick steps, you ran towards the commons room, desperately in search of the masked bastard who was about to expose your most precious secret.
After searching what felt like half the headquarters building, you finally managed to find him. He was leaning against the kitchen counter casually, talking to the two people he'd threatened to tell. Phoenix; who wouldn't keep his mouth shut to keep a secret to save his life... and Iso.
By chance, Yoru happened to glance in your direction, keeping his usual smirk on his face as he kept the two men's attention on himself.
"Yeah, can you believe it? I wouldn't have figured if I hadn't been there. Y/N has always been so cold..." Yoru continued to speak as if you weren't there, only making your blood boil faster than before.
"''Ey, I wouldn't say that. They just... like to keep to themselves! Like Omen!... Probably!" Phoenix chimed in to defend you, which would've made you feel a bit better if you weren't on the verge of throwing a chair at Yoru.
"Still, you really heard them say that?" The British man raised a suspicious eyebrow towards Yoru, who simply nodded. "Why would I lie about something like this? It's hilarious."
Finally, Iso seemed to have enough. He made a point to slam down his soda bottle, with his eyes firing daggers in Yoru's direction, causing the other to stiffen ever to slightly, shoulders squared subtly in a sense of defense.
"How many times do I have to tell you, I don't care for your pointless gossip? How old are you, twelve? You truly think I would take your word as fact; especially with such a delicate subject? You truly have no shame, do you?" His voice was as cold as his gaze was, slicing through the thick, tension-filled air that had consumed the room the second the line was crossed.
Yoru struggled to find any kind of defense or escape from the conversation, his gaze quickly moving from you, back to Iso. "H... hah, as if I give a shit what you think. Don't act like you're above all this. Aren't you curious over what Y/N really thinks about you? Behind that cold exterior they put up all the time?"
"They only put it up around people they can't trust, like you. Besides, even if I were to trust your word, I'd rather hear it from Y/N themself." Iso retorted, as he plucked up his soda bottle, making his way back to his room, by the look of it. You felt yourself relax. Thank god; he didn't believe Yoru... and with that scolding Yoru got, you doubted he'd be running his mouth and telling anyone else for awhile, if he knew what was good for him.
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The next few days came and went. And you were pacing your room, twirling a knife between your fingers as you tried your best to think of how you wanted to progress with the knowledge of your feelings being... somewhat out there. Iso was aware now that it was a possibility, so... what were you meant to do now?
Sage had been there to hear you out when you needed to vent about Yoru's little 'stunt', and promised that he'd be held accountable for his gossiping behavior. All the agents were teammates, so any actions taken to potentially degrade everyone's teamwork would be dealt with and punished accordingly.
She had also assured you that there was absolutely no pressure to confess, even if Iso does know your feelings. Who knows, perhaps this was a one-time crush, and it would go away?
Well, it had already been about a week since you initially found out about these feelings, and they hadn't exactly gotten weaker. In fact, it seemed almost as if they grew stronger by each passing day you spent by Iso's side.
Sage had coached you further, to ask yourself some questions before you made any decisions that may affect you and Iso both. Take a deep breath, collect your thoughts, and ask yourself; Do you truly like Iso romantically?
Looking back on all your adventures and quiet moments with one another... how could you possibly say you didn't? Iso was somebody you felt like you could be honest with. Any chaotic feelings you might have in a single moment can be seemingly vanquished by him simply... being there. Even if you two don't talk to each other, the amount of comfort his presence alone was able to give you was something you felt like you couldn't find anywhere else. And if that wasn't an important staple in a romantic relationship... well, then maybe you were as much of a loner than Yoru had suggested.
But none of that mattered now. You felt oddly confident in your feelings, and now, knowing they were real by your own decision... it felt like you could confess to Iso. It was a bizarre experience; you'd been terrified of the idea of love and romance up until a few days ago. And now... you were actually contemplating a committed relationship with Iso? The thought still made your cheeks warm up with blush. The idea was... nice; welcomed, even.
Now it was just a matter of... figuring out how to actually confess.
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The day of confessing came a lot faster than you'd expected.
You were often the type to plan things out ahead of time. Pick a day to confess, maybe write a few scripts for yourself so you had options of what to say when the time came... and inevitably hope it would go well. And yet... though you thought you were accounting for every possibility;
When the day came, it was... unexpected, to say the least.
You and Iso were in your room, quietly doing your own things, as the two of you usually do. And yet... today it felt different. It felt like an awkward silence that wouldn't end, no matter how many times you tried to strike up a conversation. The awkward air was indestructible, it felt like.
How were you meant to start an important talk when things are like this?
"So... I heard that Yoru got in trouble with Sage the other day." Iso suddenly spoke up, which very nearly startled you off the bed; but in a firm attempt to act like everything was normal, you stayed in place. You inhaled quietly. You got this.
"Yeah..." You started awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck, struggling to do so much as making eye contact with the other. "I... I thought I heard some arguing in the kitchen awhile back. Guess she dealt with whoever started it." Deciding to play the oblivious card, apparently. Though... did this count as lying? You weren't sure. You just hoped it wouldn't backfire on you in the long run.
"She certainly did deal with the perpetrator." He'd nodded slowly in response, his gaze moving towards you without your knowledge. "... you know, Yoru is pretty terrible at hiding when he's doing something mischievous at the cost of others. That being said; I saw you eavesdropping on us the other day." Iso couldn't hide the slight smile that grew on his face when your cheeks reddened with embarrassment. "... I mean, he kept looking in your direction and everything. It was clear someone was there."
You just wanted the ground below you to open up and swallow you whole. So lying was pointless, huh. And Iso knew you were acting off for a reason now. Shit.
"Well... whatever. It makes this whole thing easier then, I guess." You mutter dismissively, keeping your gaze away from Iso's at any cost. Though you couldn't help but be mildly curious to what Iso was looking like in that particular moment. Was he as flustered as you felt? By the knowing tone in his voice, you assumed not.
"Not quite. You know I don't listen to petty gossip." Iso responded rather dryly, raising an eyebrow at you. "And if you were there to hear what he said, then surely you know what my question is going to be."
You just wanted to flee, or hide under your bed. God, this felt humiliating... though maybe it was just because you weren't used to being so emotionally vulnerable. Every word he spoke just felt extra dangerous.
“I hardly heard the whole conversation. I kind of just… turned the corner and saw you three. Besides, you obviously know what Yoru said. Do you really need me to say anything?” You asked hesitantly, your own logic seeming to make less sense by the second; and making you dug yourself deeper into a hole.
You feel Iso place his hand gently on top of your’s. The sudden contact was finally enough to make you turn to look at him, your cheeks not any less red than they already had been. Iso gave a small, reassuring smile to you.
“Yes. Because if it’s true, I want to hear it from you, Y/N. But… only if you want to say it.”
His voice was so… comforting. Holding no judgement nor expectation. He wasn’t going to make you confess that very moment if you weren’t ready; but it was clear he knew your feelings regardless. So… what were you meant to do now? If you put it off for another day, who knows how long it’d take you to get around to confessing.
Your nervous gaze moved to look at your hands, feeling your heart rate pick up by the second. This… this was it. Now or never, you decided. Iso deserved a proper answer.
“I… I have… feelings for you. Sage believes they are… romantic feelings. And I think I agree.” You speak softly, so quietly that if the room hadn’t already been silent, he may not have heard you. You swallow the nervous lump you felt in your throat. “I… do really like you, Iso. And… I’m sorry you had to find out from Yoru first of all people…”
Before you could even think about rambling further with some inane apologies, Iso’s hand had moved to rest on your cheek before you’d realized. It all happened so fast, and yet… ever so slowly, at the same time…
Iso had slowly brought your face closer to his, pausing when you two were mere inches away from each other. He didn’t move further, wanting you to initiate further if this was something you wanted. He truly wasn’t the type to force anything onto anyone…
It admittedly took you a few seconds to realize what he was waiting for… a… a kiss? The thought seemed overwhelming at first- you’d just confessed, and now he was offering to kiss you? Was that his way of saying he felt the same?
Your heart had never beat as fast as it did in that moment. Sure, you were new to the whole… romantic-feelings thing… and by all accounts, you’d probably reject the offer in any other situation… and yet…
In those few lingering moments, with his lips so close to your’s… you couldn’t turn away. Taking all the courage you had within you, you leant forward and gently pressed your lips to Iso’s; though it was a little awkward at first, with your lack of experience.
The kiss merely lasted a few seconds before you’d pulled back, face feeling as red as a cherry. You found it hard to make direct eye contact with Iso for a few moments, before you heard him chuckle slightly.
“For someone who used to be so intimidating… you sure are adorable whenever you’re embarrassed.” He’d hummed innocently. You shot a glare in his direction and punched his arm relatively hard, earning a more genuine laugh from the man.
“I’m sorry- it’s true!” Iso snickered softly as he scooted a bit closer to you, keeping your hands intertwined ever so gently. You’d barely noticed you two had been holding hands for a short while already. “So… was my answer sufficient enough for you, Y/N?” He raised an eyebrow curiously to you, giving you a moment to pause and think.
“Mm… No. I don’t think your answer was clear enough.” You responded, rather deadpan. This gave Iso a genuine feeling of confusion, as you turned towards him, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him closer, your face still rather red.
“Perhaps you should give me your answer again… and again.”
The two of you spent the remainder of the evening in each other’s company.
Sage may have had to heal a bruised lip or two the following morning.
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If anyone wanted some Iso Headcannons...
Or not. Here it is anyways. Hope you guys like it.
Warning; None. Only Iso in love.
Iso when he cares about someone(you).
He would be the kind of guy to watch you from afar and make sure that everything is fine. You seem hungry? Don't worry you will find one of your snacks near by just as you realize you should probably eat something. Or you're feeling a bit sick? You will find some coughing pills or orange juice near around you.
If you guys end up on a mission together, he will always be looking out for you even from afar, sometimes saving you from getting shot. And sometimes you save this poor man that is so overly focused on keeping you safe that he didn't hear an enemy approach him to backstab. Which is something you never, ever see happening to Iso normally.
With him listening to so many songs, he definitely has either a playlist or one specific song dedicated to you. When it plays during a mission, he gets even more motivated and focused, he's at his best, you give him motivation to finish this asap so he can see you as quickly as possible.
Even though he isn't the most talkative person, when around you he will try to start small talks or something. He just wants to be near you and hear your sweet voice. If you approach him first, it makes his heart beat faster and he internally melts like how can you be so sweet especially to someone like him? He's just weak for your attention.
If you get hurt during a mission, he will wait till the end and approach you with some medkit he has, using some excuse to not look like he cares too much but be able to take care of your wound.
When he learns that you can speak some Mandarin (please stick with it), even if it's only elementary level, he will love you so much more and be interally ecstatic about it, having little butterflies in his stomach from knowing you know and are interested in his mother tongue. At any opportunity given he will try to teach you a word or two or something, especially if you ever ask him to.
He's not one used to feeling all kind of emotions of course, so when he first started liking you, he didn't know how to react and would try to be further away from you because he didn't know how to handle it. So when he stopped avoiding you, you were relieved because you thought you might have done something to insult him. Which is totally the opposite, he just didn't know what do to with himself and his heart beating faster everytime he saw or was near you....Not that it changed, he just got kind of used to it and knows how to hide it now.
If you guys are on your "days off" and you two end up being alone, with him it will either be chilling together while listening to music or going to a bobba store and drink it over there or back home if you two do not feel like being in public. I mean technically its more you, since Iso prefers to be alone than in public but for you he will do it.
He would also be the kind of person to when he's snacking, ask you if you want any...But if anyone else says they want some he will just stare at them and not want to give it. He will end up giving it if you suggest it, but he won't want to share it with other people than you...Especially if its Yoru, Jett or Pheonix that asks since they usually steal other's food just like that. He does not like the disrespect.
He wouldn't be the one to worry or show any emotions, but if you ever went on a mission without him and you guys were coming back late, or simply back with you in a critical state. His eyes would water and he might even silently cry as he stays by your side and tries to make you feel better asap if you got back hurt.
If you simply arrived late, he would swallow and take a deep breath to calm his heart down and check on you for any wounds. Asking about the mission only after making sure you're fine.
Also. Whenever you're in a mission with him, he will always try to be as badass as possible and get as most kills as possible to try and impress you. If he ever misses a shot and you saw it, he internally dies and will hide his flushed face in his jacket as he tries to act like you are not here.
In all honesty, if you bring him some snack or a bobba tea, his eyes will have a small sparkle to them as he will take it and thank you politely. Although inside he is so happy. He might cherish it a bit longer, like he usually drinks his bobba tea really quickly but will make sure to enjoy that one. That or if its a snack, he will eat some then keep the rest for later, looking at it in his dorm like it was some kind of treasure.
This of course, will get him fighting to protect the snack from the food stealers agents. Ahem.
If the agents ever made chatrooms, Iso will always glance at his phone when he gets a notification hoping that it is you, sighing when it is not, and quickly opening the chat when it is.
If you two normally texts in dms, he would be the kind to wait for your answers till he ends up falling asleep waiting for it...If you were training or busy.
100% more of a text kind of guy, but when/if you ever get with him, he will love to get calls from you. And sometimes he will even call you if he misses you. He can't get enough of your voice, his favorite sound, yes, more than his music.
He might also call or text you even when you both are in the same room. Either texting, asking if you two wanted to go somwhere else if there were people, or simply to get your attention if you were talking enthusiastically with Killjoy, Jett or Gekko and kind of “ignoring” him.
He lowkey wants your attention, all of it.
Of course, since he's not much of a man of words, he makes up for it in actions and spoiling you in his own little ways (snacks, drinks, matching clothes).
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Can I req an influencer/celebrity Iso x bakery owner reader?
Or just an Iso x bakery owner in general :0 <3
Sugar and Stardust
Characters: Li Zhao "Iso" Yu
Type: Fluff, Oneshot, Gn!reader, Normal AU??? like the vp and all that doesn't exist
did I name the bakery after a mlp character? Yes. Yes I did.
Warning: none
Being an idol wasn't as glorious as people made it seem. There were so many factors that lots of people wouldn't be able to handle. There was paparazzi, demanding managers, and crazy fans who sometimes forget their favs are human too.
Needless to say, Li was exhausted after his last tour. He had spent around 4 weeks performing under his stage name Iso, bouncing around countries that we're far from home. But now, he was finally able to relax.
He decided to spend his time off back at his hometown, visiting family and old friends. Iso's birthplace was relatively small compared to the big cities he's grown used to, meaning it was much safer to go out without some disguise. He walked through the market place, looking at all the familiar shops and reminiscing of his younger years.
There were a few street vendors, a convenience store and... wait a minute.
Huh, that place must be new.
Iso stopped, looking up at the sign that read "Sunset Shimmer Bakery" in fancy writing.
I guess I'll give it a try.
Iso entered the bakery and was immediately struck by the scent of freshly baked pastries. He looked around, taking in the warm and cozy atmosphere. There were warm toned lights strung along the ceiling, which gave a much gentler feel compared to bright florescents. The air around him was warm and there were tables with soft cushioned chairs in sort of a gold-yellow hue.
You perked up at the sound of a customer entering and made your way towards the counter from the kitchen.
"Hello, and welcome to Sunset Shimmer Bakery. Are you ready to get an order started or do you need a moment?"
Iso looked up at the source of the voice and his pupils dilatated. In front of them was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, despite being in a flour covered apron.
"I uh- one minute please."
"Alright, I'll be over here when you're ready."
The man stood staring for a moment as you returned to what you had been doing before. Snapping out of his trance, he took some time to assess the sweets in the display case in front of him. There was a plethora of pastries and other sweets, ranging from mini cheesecakes and muffins to more Chinese snacks like custard buns and jiandui (sesame balls).
After a few moments more, he looked up to see you had finished your task and were now waiting on him.
"Are you ready to order?" You asked with a sweet smile. You were just doing your job but god Iso couldn't help but to think you were adorable.
"Yeah, I think I'll take one of those," he said, pointing into the display case."
Somehow, your face seemed to light up even more as you went to open up the case.
"This one is one of my favorites! I like to call it Star-berry Shortcake!"
The pastry was a single serving sized strawberry shortcake, with a tiny bit of gold powder sprinkled over the top with some star sprinkles decorating the top.
You packed up a slice in a box for him before sticking something to the top of it and putting it in a small bag. The man got out his wallet, ready for you to tell him his total before looking up and seeing you holding the bag out to him.
"This one's on the house!"
He was quick to argue, being more than willing to pay you but you just smiled and shook your head with an "I insist".
Iso sighed, taking the bag and then thanking you. He begins to head towards the door before stopping in his tracks and turning back to you.
"By the way...what's your name?"
You let out a soft and angelic laugh before answering "It's Y/n."
The idol nodded before bidding you goodbye once again, making his way back home. Once there, he sat down and pulled his sweet treat out of the bag before reading the note you had stuck to the top.
"I never thought such a big star would walk into my little bakery. Thank you for the visit, Iso <3"
Iso smiles at the note and the little heart you drew in the corner. Setting it aside, he began to eat the cake he just bought- was given. The cake was delicious and seemed to be just as sweet as you had been.
He would have to visit your shop again. If not for the baked goods, then it would be for the cute owner that has piqued his interest.
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Hi! Yes! I’m the ask! I’m very excited hehe. The 4 agents I chose for: Iso, Jett, Sage and Deadlock. If I had to describe the reader’s personality they’d be like private/reserved sort of very calm and an experienced fighter, reader could be fighting against the selected agents (sort of like how you did Nomad and their recruitment? I really like Nomad btw).
I unfortunately wasn’t able to find Acheron’s exact capabilities but I did decide on a basis for the reader’s abilities (Ice or snow) also I did find a few clips for reference:
https://youtu.be/l1Yw8r4F9W0?si=K-SiYUsK6Qi-v0dD
https://youtu.be/G2xiqsEoFDQ?si=R4VNy-oS_2fQ84qB
COLD RECEPTION // (VALORANT X READER)
Reader Profile// SNOWFALL
Your status as a radiant made you stand out in the world, and your abilities terrified those around you. The Scions of the Hourglass made a deal with you, they would train and care for you and you’d help maintain their secrecy. Abandoning your lonely existence, you became a master of your ability over ice and did work for the Scions. Soon, you began to doubt your allies and were assigned a Valorant agent to kill as a final test of loyalty.
ISO
There was a stillness in the air, brought on by a combination of the night and the cold that blew through the streets of a desolate industrial district
You waited outside with binoculars trained on the sidewalks, waiting for your target. Deciding that your stakeout was taking too long, you looked over the dossier again
Li Zhao Yu, aka. Iso, defected from the Scions months ago to join an organization called Valorant. His skills rivaled yours, and his power over radianite was strong too
The picture included didn’t match up with the face of a hardened killer though
Below you spotted something purple flash from the windows of an abandoned factory. You narrowed your eyes and watched for more
Iso was locked in combat with a number of radiants. If it wasn’t for the dossier you would've been shocked at how dangerous he was
He dropped each of the radiants one by one. All the while, he maintained an air of calmness with each shot
He exited the building carrying some strange triangular device. He put his finger to his ear and muttered something to an unknown receiver
Realizing he was calling in some kind of extraction, you put your plan into action and activated your radiance
Wind began to swirl around as frost collected on broken windows. You pulled your knife from its sheath and let ice collect along the blade
Swinging the blade, you launched the collected frost towards Iso. Your careful aim drove the ice spear into his shoulder
Leaping from your vantage point, you jumped from the building and slid down to street level. You readed a pistol as you got to Iso
“You shouldn’t have left us,” you said, cocking the action back on your gun. “People like you are one of a kind.”
“If you’re with the Scions, then don’t waste my time. I work with Valorant now, and I washed my hands of those monsters.”
“They aren’t monsters, they saved me! I was nothing before they came and trained me!”
“I read some files on you, Y/N. You were missing for years and turned into a weapon for them. They fear you, they only want to control you and use your power.”
“Is that what you think? Is that why you left for some bullshit organization that pretends to care about you? The Scions are my family now, and I won’t disappoint them.”
“Valorant would take care of you if you decide to come with me. We can avoid this fight if you stand down.”
“I’d rather die than be a traitor like you.”
“...fine Y/N. What happens now is on you.” Iso grabbed the ice embedded in his shoulder and threw it to the ground
Taking your chance to shoot, you suddenly found yourself on the defensive. Iso had reached for his Sheriff while removing the ice
Bullets almost reached your head as you took cover and blocked out the area with a sudden freezing mist
You heard a window break and ran after the sound, finding yourself inside an abandoned machine shop
With your first steps in, a bullet ricocheted off the wall behind you and sparks danced from the impact
As you moved farther in, more shots came from the darkness. Iso was tired, injured, and had to hide
“Good.” you thought. You began dropping the temperature around you while placing your knife in its sheath and charging it with cold
Iso’s breath was now visible from the frigid air. He was hidden behind a hydraulic press and breathing quietly
You pulled the knife slowly from the sheath, letting ice condense onto it and extending it into a long icy blade
Silently, you moved about the shop. Your footsteps were quiet from the stealth training you endured
As you moved towards Iso, violet hexagons crept underneath you and made contact. You fell into the floor and were dropped into some strange realm
The dossier missed the fact that Iso could do this, because you were quickly disoriented by the rush of purple
“Y/N this is your last chance to stand down. I’m not here to kill you, I want to leave that part of me in the past with the Scions.” echoed throughout the space
Iso appeared in front of you and you charged forwards with your blade, directly for his neck. You sliced and crescent of frozen air spun towards his throat
He raised his hand and conjured a wall in front of him. The ice slammed into the hardened tiles as you continued with your attack
Iso turned his wrist and pulled the trigger once. The bullet went right for your head, and by closing the distance you were in even more danger
Suddenly you were back in the shop and Iso was in front of you
“Dui Bu Qi” he whispered before the world went dark around you
You awoke in a room lit by a single light and restrained in a chair. Your head was sore and the room was almost spinning
“You’re finally up Y/N. Hao de, we can finally talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you, just kill me because I won’t tell you anything about the Scions!” you spat back
“I already have all the information I could ever want on them. I don't need you to betray them for me.”
“You’re one to talk about betraying the Scions.”
“They won’t come to save you, now that they know you’ve been captured. If anything they’ll either try and kill you or assume you’re dead.”
“No! They’ll come for me, they’ll make you pay for taking me prisoner!”
“You were sent to kill me when I defected.”
Iso’s truth buried itself in a growing pit of despair in your stomach. It was so obvious they would save you but something in you began to pull at that conviction
Tears streaked down your face and turned to snowflakes as they fell. The realization that you would never have your life in order finally fell on you
A warm hand found its way onto your shoulder. Iso’s palm met yours despite the freezing cold temperature
“Bie ku Y/N. Don’t worry I know it looks lonely but you won’t be walking away from them alone. I’m here for you if you need to talk.”
“They were everything to me, but they…they’d kill me just like they’d kill anyone. Did I ever mean anything to them at all?” you asked already knowing the answer
“It doesn’t help to think of them right now, what matters is that Valorant will care about you. We aren’t here to kill or control, we just want to do right.”
You looked up and in your state your power began to escape. You began to grow colder and shivered slightly
Iso took his hand off of you and began to unzip his jacket
He draped it over your shoulders
“Y/N, you’re freezing.”
“It happens when I’m worried, I think I’ll be fine.” you tried to avert your eyes but couldn’t pull them from Iso
“Are you saying you want to join Valorant then?” Iso leaned in towards you
“I don’t have anywhere else to go, but you’ve been so patient with me. I feel horrible for what I tried to do, but you’re being kind and I want to repay that somehow.”
“I’ll talk to my higher ups and get you a room at the HQ. While we wait, we should find a way to keep you warm. Do you drink tea?”
“Sure, what kind do you have?”
Having tea with Iso was the first of many moments you shared with the assassin. Both of you had your respective pasts entwined, but that only brought you closer
Eventually it became a routine, meeting with Iso and just talking for hours on end about whatever you both thought
Months later, you realized that Valorant had become a second home for you. It was all thanks to Iso
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One Hazy Winter [Iso x F! Reader] [1]
[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 ]
Genre: Angst, fluff
TW: Depression and implied suicidal thoughts (I swear it’s not all sad haha)
Words: 4k
Synopsis: One winter before his disappearance, you told your boyfriend Yu about a question you’ve had for so long; one even he could hardly respond to.
It took many more hopeless winters for you to finally have your answer.
NOTES: 'Tis the season! Ha, I rushed to get this out before Christmas was over. Christmas is still going, right? Happy holidays!!
Anyway, this story is HEAVILY reliant on flashbacks and the past in general, so keep that in mind. Have a good read!
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Winter, one year ago.
If there was one thing you loathed with every inch of your being, it would be the winter season.
It was a season that was associated with only despair and heavily encouraged death. Both physically and mentally.
The death of plants, the death of animals, the death of people, just death in general.
And you hated it.
You hated the overwhelming feeling of melancholy that would loom over you whenever snow would fall.
Your arms rested on the ice cold metal railing that overlooked a mystifying lake, one that had gotten frozen over the past week.
The thick sleeves of your hoodie blocked the freezing temperatures like dutiful guards surrounding a castle. This comfort, however, felt like a miniscule droplet in the ocean of despondency you felt.
A tired sigh escaped you. And like a furious dragon, a vapour of pure white billowed from your lips.
“Disgusting.”
You muttered under your breath whilst you looked at the ice.
In the distance, you heard something crack, and it took you only a few seconds to spot where it was on the icy surface of the lake.
“Look on the bright side, at least.”
Yu, your boyfriend, piped up from your right.
He rested on the railing just as you did, with his jacket protecting him. But his upright posture and bright purple eyes conveyed something you didn’t: joy.
“Like what?”
“Look around you, observe the snow.”
He pointed to the blankets of snow that surrounded the forest around the bridge, each snowflake collectively gathered to envelop every tree your eyes laid on. Like a mother huddled with her children on a cold night.
To him, the landscape looked like a stunning painting, one meticulously slaved over by an artist who desired perfection over all else.
“Isn’t it breathtaking?”
Maybe to him. But to you?
All you saw were dead trees, shells of the beautiful bearers of fruit and life they once were.
That wasn’t to mention the corpses of animals buried under the feet of snow he was so enamoured by.
You rested your head on your arms in silence.
“It’s winter.”
Two words. Curt, but enough to summarise the maelstrom of thoughts that roamed your mind.
And it’s not like he didn’t know, either. He did, which was why, despite his optimism, he also started dreading this season once you both started dating nearly five winters ago.
Yu placed one hand on your shoulder, the wooden planks under him loudly creaking as he stepped closer to you.
Then, he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, the warmth from his body counteracting the one from the railings.
“I understand.”
For a moment, that was all he could say.
“But… Y/N, you shouldn’t think about them every single day.”
You shut your eyes and took in a deep, slow breath, allowing the cold air to be warmed on the way to your lungs.
As much as he denied it, and as stiff as his face was, Yu was incredibly expressive. Whenever he’d try to conceal how he felt, his body language simply betrayed him at every turn.
He meant well, both of you knew that. Especially you. But Yu wasn’t exactly the best when it came to dealing with things like… this.
“It’s difficult to get over them, Yu. It feels impossible.”
Since Yu’s hands were gloved the whole way here, the slightly cold temperature of it didn’t bother you as much once his fingers intertwined with yours.
Add on to the fact your hands were in your pockets, the warmth immediately cooled him down as he began gently outlining the lines on your palm with his thumb.
You lost your parents in one hazy winter.
And every one after that would be a depressing reminder of that fact.
“Every winter, I ask myself why I should keep going.”
He paused.
“What’s waiting for us at the end? Some silly award for putting up with this?”
“Don’t say that. There’s more to life than baseless questions like that.”
The white tint of the snow was bright. So bright, it began piercing your eyes, and you were forced to close them for a hint of relief.
“What do you think?”
You flipped the question on him, your words cutting through his benevolence like acid through a rotting cadaver.
Silence settled for a moment. Between it and the blankets of snow that surrounded you, you could hear Yu’s very pulse echo with each passing second.
That, and how his lips parted. But for a moment, no words left his mouth, and he stayed quiet.
“I… I don’t know.” He turned away. “I’m sorry. I don’t think about things like this.”
It figures, you thought.
Nevertheless, he began outlining the lines on your palm all over again, and the sound of the shuffling in your pocket as he did this started to stick out to you.
A few rapid clicks caught your attention. And once you lifted your head, you noticed a peculiar sight.
A bird had landed on the lake’s icy surface. Though it was a few dozen feet away from you, somehow, It felt as if all the sound waves were channelled in one direction just to reach you, and you could see it with clarity that would rival a telescope.
With each step, you heard a loud click. And each time it pecked at the ice under it, you heard a little pick that accompanied it.
You wanted to ask why there was a bird here. Around this time, they’d usually disappear and leave the grey sky more dreary and lifeless than it ever could be.
So… why?
You diligently watched it stretch its stunning wings, shades of blue reflecting off of the sunlight and complementing each other. Somehow, it spawned various new shades on its wings.
Like ballet dancers, the colours played off each other's movements gracefully.
You lifted a hand and pointed at the bird.
“It looks just like you.”
Yu stopped to get a glance at what you were looking at. Then, he chuckled.
“You think every bird looks like me, Y/N.”
“I...”
Your words were interrupted once the bird’s feathers reached outwards. For a moment, it puffed and formed a fluffy ball of white, blue and black, before it rapidly shook its head and relaxed all over again.
“There. Did you see that?”
“See what?”
“It puffed up.” You met his gaze. “It looked just like you whenever you’d wake up.”
Even on the hottest days of summer, Yu would have at least three blankets wrapped around him whilst he slept. That wasn’t to mention how messy his hair would be whenever you had the pleasure of catching him in this way.
Yu grinned, pulling you closer as you both watched the bird for a few seconds.
A few short-lived seconds, until it flew away and disappeared into the clouds, cutting the enjoyable moment short.
But before melancholy would dare set in once more, Yu immediately turned to meet your gaze, his purple eyes glimmering under the bright winter sky.
Just like the bird’s wings, the colours mixed with each other in a captivating manner.
“How about we go home and watch a movie? I’ll even make you hot chocolate. What do you say?”
“Movie?”
A moment of silence settled.
But just as Yu thought he failed in his endeavour to cheer you up, all of his doubts evaporate once he saw a smile form.
The sensation of such a move, though weak, still felt foreign to your face.
“Can we take the movie out of the equation?”
…
“Definitely.”
Before another word could be uttered, he suddenly pulled you much closer, trapping you in a warm embrace.
And you couldn’t help but grin at such an unexpected yet sweet move.
“Yu, we’re in public.”
“You don’t know how much I missed your smile, Y/N.”
“Be reasonable. It couldn’t have been that long.”
You said, your words muffled as he had your face pressed up against the inside of his jacket.
Your arms were wrapped around him to allow the heat to pass on over to you.
“It has.” He muttered. “Longer than you think.”
The pleasant fragrance of lemons entered your nostrils. Familiar, especially since it was the only type of musk Yu ever sought after.
Other than yours, of course.
❤ฺ·。
Winter, present day.
You hadn’t seen or spoken to Yu once the week after that conversation. He didn’t answer his phone, and, like you, none of his acquaintances knew where he went.
Even with the police alerted, he was still legally considered missing.
On your way to work that dreadful morning, you’ve had your eyes stuck on your phone the whole time you walked down that repetitive path.
You were calling Yu for the umpteenth time in hopes that he’d miraculously answer. But just as expected, your call was sent to voicemail again.
He was gone.
And you didn’t shed a tear. Not that you didn’t care, quite the contrary, in fact.
You lost a ton of people. He was just another added to the list.
With a deep sigh, you pocketed your phone and looked up at the sky, a group of clouds concealing its previously blue colour thanks to the season.
White and pale, just like bones.
Your fingers wrapped around the cold golden handle. And with one swift push accompanied by a cheerful ding of the bell above you, you’d entered the café you worked at.
The warmth hit you like a slap in the face once you’d fully entered the café. The boring music inside, and not to mention the decor you were borderline sick of seeing every day.
Your boss, Ying, and another one of your co-workers were chatting behind the counter. But your entrance immediately halted the conversation and shifted their attention towards you.
“There you are! I was getting worried.”
“Hi.”
Ying earned a boring greeting from you. Just like every other day.
And just as you turned back to the counter, you were suddenly pulled into a tight hug.
“Y/N, how have you been? Here– would you like me to make you something?”
She pulled away and held your shoulders in hopes of catching a change in your expression this time, but there was naught.
Ying, despite being your boss, had been treating you like her daughter for the longest time. And with Yu’s disappearance, her treatment was laced with worry and an overwhelming desire to tend to your needs.
But every time, she’d earn the same response accompanied by the same vacant look on your face.
“I’d like to clock in.”
“Would you like to take the day off instead? Take a moment to catch yourself?”
Though you had no circles under your eyes or any other noticeable blotches, she still noted the subtle gaunt look on your face. Pale, lifeless skin, and that wasn’t to mention the dull heaviness in your pitch black irises.
A massive contrast to Yu, whose very presence brought life to any location lucky enough to bear his presence.
You shook your head.
A sigh escaped her and her gaze turned to the ground for a moment.
Then, an idea popped up.
“How about some passion fruit juice? We still have some in stock from yesterday.”
Ying said with that kind smile as she looked back up at you. It almost widened to a full-blown grin once your lids slightly lifted at this random offer.
Passion fruit was your favourite. And she remembered, even though you mentioned it offhandedly many winters ago.
You still shook your head.
“I’m not too fond of the artificial flavour.” You held her wrists and put her hands down. “Thank you, nonetheless.”
It took you only two seconds to walk away from Ying’s benevolent aura and move behind the counter where the sickening one lay.
The very creaks of the floorboards and the ticking of the machines churned your stomach.
“I’m leaving. You need any help in here?”
Your co-worker exclaimed, earning the same response you gave Ying twice.
And with that, he immediately tossed the towel on the counter and walked out, leaving your boss in the awkward position of asking the same question.
“Y/N?”
“I’ll be okay.”
Juxtaposed to the loud slam emitted from the door once your co-worker left, as if to announce his departure, for Ying, it was a gentle woosh of the wind, followed by a click once she’d closed the wooden door.
You didn’t even realise she left until you lazily glanced at the exit for a moment, then turned to the task at hand.
You grabbed the towel and began wiping the counters.
The hum of the refrigerators around you remained as the only thing that broke the heavy silence that encapsulated the small café.
Everyday was the same routine.
Wake up, go to work, go home and wait for sleep. At this point, the only thing amiss today was Ying’s offer to make you passion fruit juice.
A delightful offer, but the juice here was artificial sugar. If anyone would know that, it was you.
You jumped once you felt a hand on your shoulder, looking over to see Ying.
“Oh, Ying, I– I assumed you left.”
“No, I merely closed the door.”
Your pupils dilated as you took in her soft features once more.
But before you could allow this conversation to blossom, you turned away and continued wiping the counters.
“Y/N, are you okay?”
“What makes you think otherwise?”
“Every day, you look more and more like a zombie. I… I cannot help but worry every second you’re not with me.”
With a loud clunk, you set down one of the cups on the marble counter and stared at the wet towel in your hand, its temperature combining with the one around you to freeze your bare hand.
But that didn’t matter to you. There was only one thing that caught your eye; its colour.
Purple.
A deep sigh escaped you, but you didn’t dare lift your chin to look at your boss.
“When are we opening?”
Ying held herself and watched you continue working.
“Please, just speak to me. I fear the day you won’t walk through that door, and I feel as though it’s coming very soon.”
“Enough with the fear mongering. I just don’t want to talk, okay? I don’t even want to look at you.”
She opened her mouth, but the words were lodged in her throat.
Clearly, though those words escaped you without second thought, Ying was still taken by surprise.
You needed to act fast.
“Everything reminds me of them, Ying. And you remind me of him now. More than ever.”
“I… I understand. What you’re going through is horrible, nobody deserves to experience anything like this. But, Y/N, please,” she cupped your cheeks in her hands, “I don’t want to lose you, too.”
You were forced to look up at the tall woman to even meet her gaze. And that, you hated.
You hated how her features somewhat matched Yu’s. The more you scrutinised her, the more similarities you found.
Their nose, lips, their height, and the way their silky black hair framed their face.
Hell, even their soft voices matched.
“You haven’t eaten breakfast today, have you?”
Her amiable voice suddenly took on an incredibly stern tone, one alien to someone like her.
And to say you were caught off-guard would be a massive understatement.
“Pardon?”
“You’re pale. Your blood pressure is low.”
“Pressure…?”
You watched Ying immediately pull away and rush towards the fridge, a gust of cold air hitting you like a whip.
On another note, it was winter. Why the hell was the fridge still on?
“Ah, I meant sugar, Your blood sugar. We need to get you something to drink!”
You eyed the passion fruit juice she took out of the fridge, golden fluid swirling inside in a hypnotising manner. And with a slam of the fridge’s door, its movements grew more rapid and dramatic.
Then, you met her gaze with a vacant expression.
“Ying, I’m fine.”
"For the love of God, please accept some help and get your sugar back up. Just this once, at least!"
She desperately held out the juice for you.
And, although you were incredibly reluctant, you gave in and grabbed it from her.
“Fine, but if I’m going to drink juice, I might as well make it myself.”
Ying’s eyes bore into yours whilst you twisted the green plastic cap. Then, a particularly contagious smile lifted her pink lips.
That statement must’ve evoked something within her.
“Do you still remember how?”
“What? Of course I do–”
“Wonderful! Then I’ll take out everything you need.”
She lit up and trotted over to a nearby counter, her large black ponytail swaying with each step.
Ying immediately bent down and took out a few dusty slick grey boxes from inside, but your eyes were only focused on the dust that fell to the ground with every box she took out.
A mess you’d have to mop up.
Nevertheless, you took a sip and immediately grimaced at the unnatural flavour.
“I bought a container of passion fruit yesterday, but I was afraid you’d be offended had I asked you to make some again.”
"Why would I be offended by that?"
With a huff and a loud thud, she slid out the blender’s box onto the ground. Then, she fixed her posture and grabbed it on both sides, ready to lift it.
“I did not wish to pressure you into making this again. I understand your circumstances, however…” she lifted the box and set it on the counter, meeting your gaze with a smile, “your products are very addictive!”
You took another sip in silence and set the drink next to the cash register, before moving to the fridge to take out the container of passion fruit.
“Do you need any help with those?”
You shook your head and took out a spoon and a bowl.
It didn’t take long for her to catch on to what you were trying to do, clasping her hands together nervously.
“Are you going to wash and scoop all those seeds? Alone?”
“Are there people outside?”
She glanced at the wooden double doors.
If the massive windows on the walls weren’t enough, the doors allowed an even wider view of the sidewalk outside.
Thankfully, the snow didn’t obscure much of her vision, either.
“Ah… No, not quite. This morning is as idle as the others.”
“Then I’ll do it.”
She smiled and nodded.
“I admire your patience.”
That was all she said before she turned to unbox the blender. Thankfully, she let the silence in the air settle and allowed you to work alone.
At this point, the conversation already grew exhausting enough. You couldn’t be bothered to say another word.
❤ฺ·。
Winter, three years ago.
At first, it started out a chivalrous act.
One day, Yu, your co-worker at the time, randomly offered to escort you to and back from work with a peculiarly red set of cheeks.
You said yes. Not that you needed the protection. And quite frankly, looking back, it was clearly a thin veiled attempt for him to get close to you; but you still entertained the offer and walked with him.
It quickly became a day to day thing.
First, you’d see him by the gates every morning and head to the café.
Afterwards, once you both went back, you’d part ways at said gate. He’d go to the bus to return to his house, and you’d go up to your apartment.
But after you started dating, he started sleeping over. Then, he began spending more time in your cramped home instead of his lavish abode.
Then… Well, to say he simply ‘took over’ would be an understatement.
Once the both of you had arrived at the entrance that would lead to your dwelling, you took off the earbud and handed it back to Yu, promptly pushing the thick door to your apartment open.
Back then, whenever you’d enter, the gust of air that enfolded you used to have a… melancholic feel to it.
Now, it was anything but.
“Every day you visit, this place looks less and less like the house I live in.”
You randomly commented, not bothering to glance at him as you spoke.
An audible creak echoed through the small area. Then, with a loud flick, the lights switched open and allowed the comfort of familiarity to finally envelope each of you.
“How do you mean?”
“Look around. Look at what you’ve done to my home.”
You haphazardly gestured around you whilst turning on more lights.
And it was only after a moment of confused silence did he finally respond to your comment.
“I’m not following.”
You turned around, and both of your eyes bore into each others’. Judging by the blank expression he carried, he truly looked lost.
So… you’d show him.
You held his hand and guided him down the entrance hall towards the living room, and pointed at the couch that faced the television mounted on the wall.
Just looking at it proved your point, seeing how it was covered with blankets.
“Two blankets,” you then pointed at the armchair on the corner where another one sat, “three,” the other armchair, “four,” the heaters, “and five.”
You turned to face him with crossed arms.
“And the three on my bed.”
By the time you finished pointing everything out, both of you had stopped at the doorway that led to the corridor. He knew by the way you pursed your lips; you definitely weren’t done yet.
You took a deep inhale, finally taking in the air that lingered around you like a lovesick ex.
“It smells like the inside of a lemon, as well.”
Yu smiled politely once you had finalised your sentiment.
Sure, your tone was dry, but he wasn’t insulted. In fact, judging by his upright posture, he seemed quite proud of how he unwittingly changed up the place.
“I... hear you. On another note, it's been three years and I still haven’t gotten to the balcony yet.”
You raised an eyebrow.
He just couldn’t be subtle even if his life depended on it.
“I’m not giving you the keys to the balcony, Yu.”
“Just a peek?”
You turned away and began taking off the heavy jacket you wore, earning a particularly endearing huff from him.
The shadows on the ground let you know he crossed his arms and turned his gaze away to the living room.
Probably eyeing the blankets on the couch you pointed out just a few minutes ago.
He muttered something under his breath. But before you could ask him what it was, he immediately moved over to the couch.
Huh. Your hypothesis was correct.
Not paying him any mind, you began slipping off your boots and taking off the hair tie that started to give you a headache.
Then, your eyes widened once you heard a distant spray.
You immediately turned around.
“Yu, we don’t need anymore–”
The words were lodged in your throat once you realised he wasn’t spraying the room with his lemon mister again. He wasn’t doing that at all, no.
Instead, he was misting the potted plant set in the corner of the living room.
Holes lay in the edges of its dull leaves. And thanks to the weak sunlight that bled through the windows, you could see that the soil was dangerously dry, as well.
You stepped up solemnly, watching him mist it.
“How long has it been since you last watered this?”
Judging by the curious tone, you knew that he wasn’t mocking you. He just wasn’t as knowledgeable as you were when it came to plants.
You nervously clenched your fists and turned your gaze away, eyes landing on the dark vinyl flooring.
“I… must have forgotten about it.”
Of course you did.
It was a miracle you even slipped out of bed every morning, let alone take care of something like this.
A gentle pat on your shoulder snapped you out of your maelstrom of thoughts, and you hesitantly looked up to meet his gentle gaze.
“That’s okay. You were busy.” He chuckled. “It’s probably why the smell of lemons is so strong, right?”
You playfully flicked his forehead with a vacant expression, before grabbing the mister from his hands and aiming it at the plant.
That’s one incentive for you to take care of the plant, that’s for sure. Oh, but you’d never tell him that.
Nevertheless, you continued misting. And spraying water on it felt so… weird.
But also relieving.
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First Kisses!
(Chamber, Phoenix, Reyna, Iso)
You get your first kiss with some of the Val agents!
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Chamber :
Chamber was shocked. You two had been flirting for quite a while but when he had never expected you to tell him you had never had a kiss.
“You want me to believe someone as gorgeous as you has never been kissed?” He laughs it off at first, taking in your blushed splendor.
“Never.” You confirm with a little laugh. His hand makes its way across your cheek.
“May I fix that for you darling?” His voice is suave and his eyes shine through his glasses. Always so calculating.
You could feel your heart beat out of your chest. It took everything in you to even mumble out a quick ‘yes’.
“I’m honored I am your first.” Chamber whispers in your ear before he leans in, his lips meeting yours. It was everything you had ever expected it to be. His lips were soft and moved gently as you learned the pace. By the time he had pulled away you were left breathless.
"You are a fast learner." He smiles as his thumb rubs at your cheek.
"And you are a good teacher."
Phoenix :
Phoenix and you were talking about random things from your guys childhood when the topic came up.
“I had my first kiss when I was thirteen.” He laughs and your eyes widen. You knew you were in the minority of people who hadn’t been kissed but.. thirteen?! That seemed so young!
“What? When was your first kiss?” He poked at you and you could feel the tension start to rise.
“Uh…” You sigh and a wicked grin appears on his face.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had a kiss.” His smug look turns into one of shock when you slowly nod your head no.
“Right.. Well I think we gotta fix that.” He huffs as he reaches his hand out for your waist. “May I?” He wiggles his eyebrows and you can’t help but chuckle.
“Go on then.” You roll your eyes but you can’t help but feel pleased. If you wanted to have your first kiss with anyone it would be Phoenix. You trusted him and knew he wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable.
His lips pressed against yours as his warm hand rubbed lightly at your waist. As soon as it started it left, leaving you almost.. disappointed?
“Want another?” Phoenix grins at your look and cocks his head. Sly bastard.
Reyna :
“Let me give you a little kiss.” Reyna teased as her hand wiped at the crumbs on your lips. You could feel yourself grow nervous at the implication. You liked Reyna a lot. But you had never crossed that line with her. Frankly, you had never crossed that line with anyone.
“Y-you don’t have to.” You stutter out and she only coos at your embarrassment.
“Do you not want one?” She asks and you don’t know how to respond. You do but if you tell her this is your first will she think you were childish?
“I do I just..” You stop yourself as you grow even more nervous.
“This is your first?” She grabs your hand and rubs it soothingly. You only nod as her smile grows.
“Then let me teach you how to kiss. You’ll like it, don't worry.” She breathes out as her lips meet yours. It’s a feeling like none other. You feel your body light up as she cradles you softly.
“Just a few more, hmm?” She muses as she moves back in.
Iso :
You were listening to music together on his bed after a long mission. He had never played this music before and it almost felt like he had curated the playlist for you. You stared up at the ceiling with him as the melody continued to play. You could feel his gaze on you and you turned.
His eyes bore holes into your head and you suddenly felt nervous. It felt like he could see everything.
“Y/N, I don’t want to ruin our friendship but I really like you.” He says confidently and your eyes widen. You had liked him for a while but never dared to say anything.
“I like you too.” You choke out and a smile appears on the mans face.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks and you could feel yourself squirm. If you thought too much into it you would back out.
“Do it.”
He takes your word and pulls you closer to him, his lips melting against yours. You close your eyes as you let yourself relax at the new sensation. You had finally had your first kiss. And with Iso for that matter.
You two finally broke the kiss to come up from air. His hand stayed against your arm as he just smirked.
“You’re a good kisser.” He whispers out and you feel pride fill your body.
“Thanks, it's my first time.” You grin and his jaw drops to the floor.
“What?!”
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Hey!! hope you’re doing well! anyways, if you could do a val x fem or gn s/o and what their favorite part of or thing about them is? (doesn’t need to be nsfw or anything like that! whatever ur comfortable with!) sry if this doesn’t make any sense🥲
Summary: Their favorite thing about you
Including: Chamber, Yoru, Cypher, Sova, Omen, Phoenix, Gekko, Iso
Notes: I'm doing mostly alr & thanks for requesting<3 Let me know if I understood it correctly!
Chamber loves how accepting you are. You embrace all versions of him, the flirty Chamber, the serious Chamber, even the insecure Chamber he usually doesn't show to anybody. You don't judge him for his past mistakes. This makes him want to show the same amount of support for you.
Yoru's favorite thing about you is your competitiveness. He tried to tone his competitive streak down when you first met, but ever since you told him you didn't mind, you two compete in every. little. thing. The others think it's too much, but you two couldn't care less because it's fun.
Cypher loves your laugh. He's used to everyone being wary of him and his cameras, but then there's you, laughing heartily at his antics and his humor. It easily has become his favorite sound and it's so satisfying to hear.
Sova's favorite thing about you is your honesty. You always let him know your honest thoughts about everything and never hold back, even if the truth could hurt him. Because of that, he's able to trust you with his life.
Omen loves your hands. Whenever he feels cold and empty, which is all the time, your hands that softly caress his cheek and hold his fingers, bring back the warmth he has once felt. It comforts him and temporarily gives him inner peace.
Phoenix's favorite thing about you is your nose. He's a menace, he likes flicking it whenever he passes you and he thinks it's charming how it scrunches up in response every time. He also loves planting kisses on it.
Gekko loves your creativity and helpfulness. That you're offering to brainstorm with him whenever he has new ideas for strategies on how to use his crew in a battle or even for sketches for a new tattoo, means a lot to him.
Iso's favorite part is your eyes. Regardless of your eye color, he likes how bright your irises shine whenever you speak with him. It's a subtle sign of the affection you feel for him, which he also has for you.
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On His Camera Roll
Pairing: Iso x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, teasing, dating, taking pictures, soft touches, cuddles
Word count: 0.7k
A/N: He's my little meow meow and I love him and want to hold him.
The camera of Iso's phone flashed again just out of the corner of your eye. This was the fifth time today that you'd noticed it. The phone would flash, he'd smirk and lean back, typing something on his phone without meeting your eyes. When it happened the sixth time you wanted answers.
You pushed away from your desk and dove right for his phone which he pulled out of your reach, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" He pushed you away, his hand on your face and his foot against your chest to make it more effective.
As you climbed on top of him and straddled his hips you still tried to make a grab for the phone, "Let me see what you're been doing. I see you sneaking pictures of me. You perv." Iso looked at you with his eyebrows raised, "If you want pictures of me you could just ask me to pose for you."
Iso looked away and pulled the phone to his chest, a little frown on his lips. "It's not what you think." You tilted your head skeptically but waited for him to explain. "I was looking though my phone and I realized I don't have any pictures set for when the other Agents call, or one of you."
That was all? That seemed a little... way too wholesome for Iso. He was cute a lot but it was always more on the teasing side. Taking pictures for contact info was cute too, but the way he went about it still baffled you.
"Have you been doing this to everyone? Oh my god is that Viper looked like she was gonna kill you?" The memory of her glare was enough to make Iso shiver. "You could have asked us to send you a photo, or again, to pose for you."
"No, it's better when it's more natural. Especially you when you're looking over the mission information. You get this cute nose scrunch when you're deep in thought. Makes me want to kiss you." He cupped your face with one hand, while still having a firm grip on his phone with the other.
It was hard not to feel warm when he looked at you with that cheeky smile of his. "S-Still! At least let me pick the photo you use!"
"Hm... I can but what will you give me in return?" He wiggled his eyebrows and placed the phone beside his head, "Maybe a little kiss?"
There was nothing Iso wouldn't do for a kiss from you. Most usually came of the heels of him teasing you so you had to shut him up. There was just no other way to do it. Especially if the two of you were in his Dimension where you could have a little more privacy. But for just a kiss his room would do.
Iso cupped your face and ran his thumb over your chin as you approached, his lips parting in the way it made you want to bit them. Somehow they always looked so soft, softer then yours which you found to be quite unfair if you were honest.
As you eased into the kiss there was another quick camera flash, "I think I just got the perfect photo." He stuck his tongue out and showed you the photo he took of your kiss.
"You're not gonna put that as the photo!" You tried to grab his phone again but to no avail, "Li!" He laughed as he wrapped his arm around you and flipped you both over. "Give me that." Finally you got ahold of his phone and flipped through the pictures he took, "You... took all of these?" Iso nodded, "They're actually really nice. But I'm still not letting you put the kiss picture as the contact one. How about this one?"
You showed him one where you were in the middle of laughing at one of his jokes. It was better than the one of him kissing you.
"This one? It is one of my favorites of you." He respected your wishes of course but the next time you saw his phone the picture of the two of you kissing was his lockscreen. God damn it.
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for his eyes only. (18+)
pairing : iso x fem!reader
notes : no plot smut, established relationship, p in v, fluff fluff fluff >.<
Iso smirked as he admired two of the photobooth’s polaroids in his hand.
One for him to show off to his colleagues, and one for his eyes only.
The sensation was disorienting, as if reality itself had been folded and twisted, before finally snapping back into place. You and Iso found yourselves standing in a dimly lit storage room, the air heavy with the scent of dust and forgotten memories.
Your head spun with the abrupt transition, trying to make sense of the new surroundings. Iso’s concerned voice broke through the haze, his eyes scanning you for any signs of injury from the intense battle that had preceded your arrival.
“Y/N, you okay?” Iso’s tone was filled with genuine worry as he reached out to steady you, his touch grounding you in the unfamiliar space.
“Yeah, ‘s just a scratch…” you reassured him, mustering a weak smile to alleviate his concern.
“Alright, good,” Iso gave you a soft smile, “Let’s keep moving, ‘kay? We don’t want to linger here too long.” He suggested, his voice echoing in the stillness of the room.
With cautious steps, you pushed open the creaking door, expecting to find yourselves in the midst of chaos or an unknown landscape. Instead, what greeted you was beyond comprehension.
The storage room opened into a sprawling emporium, shelves lined with an array of peculiar trinkets. But what truly caught your attention was the sight of familiar faces plastered across the merchandise that adorned the walls. Looks like it’s a… Valorant merchandise store?
“Whoa… they’ve got merchandise… of us!” you exclaimed, disbelief colouring your voice as you took in the sight of life-sized cutouts and figurines bearing your likeness. More like, your omega counterpart’s likeness.
Iso followed your gaze, a bemused expression crossing his features as he processed the surreal scene before him. “Technically, it’s not us, bǎo bèi…”
You hurried towards the display, your eyes alight with excitement as you examined all the merch, which made a mischievous thought cross your mind.
“Look, Yuyu!” you called out, pointing to a pair of figurines that seemed to mirror the two of you. “It’s us! They even put us together, like a set!”
Iso couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, the absurdity of the situation not lost on him. A nagging question lingered in his mind— Did the existence of these figurines imply a deeper connection between the two of you in this alternate reality?
And, does that mean the both of you fuck in this universe too?
“I’m gonna take these home,” you said, a playful glint in your eye.
“Isn’t that stealing? Even my grandma said—” Iso’s protest was met with a dismissive wave from you. “They literally stole the radianites from our earth. This won’t hurt their pockets.”
Iso conceded, you’re right, they stole from us first. Then, a peculiar contraption caught Iso’s eye.
“Hey, would you look at that,” he remarked, gesturing towards a vintage photo booth tucked away in the corner of the room.
Intrigued, you joined him, curiosity piqued by the big box-looking machine. Iso’s gaze lingered on the faded advertisement featuring your Omega counterparts, with adorable animal filters on their faces.
“I wanna try it.” you said, excitement gleaming in your eyes.
“Go ahead—” he encouraged, but before he could react, you seized his hand and pulled him into the photobooth with you.
You excitedly played with the features on the screen, while Iso stood beside you, watching with adoration in his eyes.
“Yuyu, you need to lean down abit, you’re too tall!”
He chuckled, adjusting his position to fit in the frame.
Sitting beside you, Iso burst into laughter when the bunny filter appeared on his face which made his eyes look round with a fuzzy nose and bunny ears.
“Look at you! So adorable ~” you teased, unable to control your laughter.
He sighed, playing along with your silly antics. Whatever you say, princess.
As the camera snapped away, capturing silly moments frozen in time, you and Iso shared playful banter, making funny faces and striking ridiculous poses. Laughter filled the booth as you lost yourselves in the moment, forgetting the chaos of the world outside.
After the last picture was taken, you eagerly retrieved the photo prints from the machine, anticipation bubbling in your chest.
You giggled at the sight of grumpy Iso in one of the photos, adorned with cat ears and bright pink cheeks.
“Is that too funny for you, hm?” Iso teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before you could respond, he pulled you into a tight embrace, pinning you against the wall of the booth.
“Calm down, Yuyu!” you giggled, feeling his soft kisses trailing down on your exposed neck.
You gasped as Iso’s hand moved lower, moving your panties to the side, his index and middle fingers searching for your sweet spots.
“What if someone hears us—” you started, but Iso quickly cut you off with a reassuring whisper.
“The store’s closed, baby,” he murmured, pressing you closer to him. “No one’s gonna know.”
“So wet for me…” Iso smirked, his thumb sneakily rubbing your clit. You tried your best to hold out your moan but you couldn’t handle the pleasure, you threw your head against the wall of the limited space both of you were squeezed into.
You whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure washed over you in waves.
“Y/N—” his voice filled with longing, his desire, evident in every touch and every kisses. “‘Need you so bad, bǎo bèi…”
Iso pumped his cock a few times before inserting his tip along your wet folds. He nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck, slowly sinking his teeth into your skin as he tried his best to muffle his moans.
“Oh, so good for me…”
“Yuyu, I—”
Iso leaned back, making eye contact with you. “Look at me, bǎo bèi,” he said, his left hand reaching for your right cheek. “Be a good girl for me, yeah?”
You nodded, while holding onto his neck as you let yourself succumb in pleasure.
Iso couldn’t remember the last time he felt this horny. The urge to fuck you dumb right there and then, and he thought he’s going insane. Well, he’s about to.
He began to thrust into you, gradually picking up to a rough and unforgiving pace he knows you usually like.
With your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer, he’s impossibly deep inside your fluttering walls. His big hands palming your ass, almost covering them completely while his grip doesn’t falter, strong arms never getting tired.
Wet slapping sound with each thrust filled the room, your fluttering lips hugging each inch of his dick.
“You’re taking me so good, bǎo bèi… Fuck.” He breathed like it’s a revelation beneath your ear.
You let out soft whimpers and moans, thrashing under him as he sped up his pace.
“Y-yuyu, m’ gonna cum…”
You say through watery eyes, your throat dry from the gasping and moaning you’ve elicited as Iso continued to fuck you.
He chuckled, “I know, darling, I can tell.”
Iso knows too well what he could do to you, Iso knows too well when he feels the sweet clench of your walls around his cock.
Before you could mutter another word, the photobooth’s flash went off.
Wait, what?
“Smile for the camera, sweetheart.”
Your attempt to hide your face away from the camera seemed to fail. Iso’s huge hand grabbed your face, keeping you on display in front of the photobooth camera.
His thrusts became rougher and deeper, which made you roll your eyes.
“Only for my eyes only, only for me…”
You didn’t hear his remarks, too lost in the way his tip touched your cervix to care.
(A/N): iso gets freaky… i want him to be the father of my children hehe
masterlist.
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#also helen in sonic x with that last one ...#maria#sa2 iso#<- tagging for the background thought of sonic possibly being the original ''shadow'' on the ark#and clara came up because of something im cooking up you may find out in the following months..#text
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I saw ur celebrity Iso x bakery girl post and im in LOVE
May I req an art student!Iso x reader where Iso is roommates with another guy (either Phoenix, Gekko, or Yoru) and that dude has friends over with reader being one of them and tries to go find the bathroom but instead stumbles upon Iso's art room where he's painting away and doesnt notice reader? :3
And maybe reader leaves their number without him noticing until the guests all leave🤭💜
If You Need a Muse
Characters: Li Zhao "Iso" Yu
Type: Fluff, Oneshot, Gn!reader
this request has sparked something within me... how do we feel about CeramicArtist!Iso smirk emoji
also I changed the req just a tad bit >.<
Warnings: none
It wasn't often that your dear friend Jamie invited you over to his home. Your little group often spent time at Sunwoo's (who prefers to be called Jett) house or showed up at Ryo's uninvited. He was always too lazy to host or feared disturbing his roommate, but today he wanted for you all to play a console game he just bought.
You sat on the floor in front of Jett, who was on the couch battling against Ryo. You watched the game on the screen as you awaited your turn, as Jamie came from the kitchen with more snacks. Jett was currently losing, yelling and leaning into Ryo in hopes of throwing his game. You laughed before looking at your brown haired friend who sat on the floor next to you.
"We're not bothering your roommate are we?"
"Nah, I don't think he's home right now."
After about another hour of playing the game and eating junk food, you needed to use the bathroom. Setting your controller down you looked over to Jamie, asking for directions to the bathroom.
"It's down the hall, first door to the right."
You nodded, getting up and going on your way to find the toilet. You stopped in front of a closed door, pushing it open to reveal NOT a bathroom. You look around, taking in the room. It was well lit, the walls decorated with paintings in various sizes. In the center of the room was an easel, and a man standing in front of it who's gaze seemed to have shifted from the piece in front of him to you. He was wearing comfortable clothes protected by an apron, a paintbrush in one hand and palette in the other.
"Oh uh- Sorry. You must be Jamie's roommate, I was just looking for the bathroom."
He offers you a small smile before returning to his work.
"No worries, it's one door over."
From where you stood you couldn't really tell what he had been painting, but what you could tell was that the man himself was a piece of art. He had beautiful purple eyes and sharp features that you could almost believe he were a marble statue come to life. After taking him and the room in for a little longer you spoke up once again.
"Your art is very beautiful."
He looks up and smiles at you again before responding.
"Thanks. I'm working on pieces for my portfolio, though I don't think anything I paint could compare to your beauty."
You were left speechless as you felt the tip of your ears burn.
"O-oh. Thank you. I'll be- uh- going now..." You stuttered out, before turning and going back to your original task.
Find and use the bathroom.
After doing your business, you returned back downstairs to find that your friends switched to watching a movie.
"Geez, you took forever in there!" Jett complains.
"Did you take a shit or something?" Ryo asks, scrunching his face up at you.
The other two laugh at his statement before you give a response.
"I don't see how any of that is your business," you huffed. Instead of rejoining your companions in the living room, you make your way into the kitchen. There was a magnetic basket stuck to the side of the fridge with pens, some memo pads and sticky notes in them. You grabbed one of the sticky notes and a pen and begin to write your note. You look around for a place to set it as your eyes land on a coffee machine.
Bingo
The machine must belong to your friend's mysterious and attractive roommate, as you knew your friend didn't really enjoy coffee all that much.
You stuck the note on the bottom of a mug sitting underneath the machine before setting it back in place and finally returning to the living room.
{timeskip}
The next morning, Li made his way towards the kitchen for his daily cup of coffee. He would be headed off to class soon and needed a bit of caffeine to start the day. Jamie had already been up, also about to leave for class. After brewing his coffee and picking up his mug, ne noticed a yellow corner of a sticky note peeking out from the bottom.
Peeling the note off, confused, he brought it up to eye level to read.
"If you ever need a muse (or wanna go out :D) call me~ XXX-XXX-XXXX (Jamie's Bathroom Friend)"
A light blush dusted his face at the note. This had to have been left by his roommates attractive friend yesterday. He was so distracted buy the number written in front of him that he didn't notice Jamie peeking over his shoulder.
"That's why they took so long in the bathroom! Hah, looks like one of my best mates likes you."
The man gave his flat mate a firm pat on the back before going about his day. The light blush on Li's face darkened in embarassment at the realization Jamie had seen what was written. Drinking his coffee, he sat down and put the note in his pocket.
He would have to put the number in his phone later.
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Radiant Recruit (Valorant x Reader)
Name: Y/N
Class: Radiant
Callsign - Nomad
You had been at odds with Kingdom for causing your abilities, and saw Valorant as nothing more than another group trying to reign you in. Your power store radiant energy and unleash it proved difficult to contain. Even worse, you could turn to pure energy and phase away. It was a trick you used to escape Valorant time and time again. Where you came from was only for you to know, until you were captured.
(An idea of what Nomad can do // source: Infamous: Second Son)
Fade
“Stop Y/N! There’s no place you can run to that I won’t find you!” Fade yelled down the hallway. She had you cornered in Bind, inside the Kingdom refinery
“Leave me ALONE!” you screamed, unleashing a wave of radiant power at nearby pipes. Steam filled the hall and you sprinted further away
A screech behind you caught your attention as one of Fade’s nightmares spotted you. A terror trail led from your feet
Snarling prowlers rushed towards you and lunged. You raised a hand and blasted them as they pinned you down
One sunk its teeth into your leg and darkness filled your vision. Whispers surrounded you as memories of Kingdom spying on you resurfaced
Radiant power surged into your eyes before blasting through your body. In your fear, you burnt through the last reserves of energy
Suddenly a voice cut through the chaos
“I have you now, ”
Weak sparks shot from your palm in an attempt to block the ball of tendrils Fade tossed at your feet
Seized by her power, unable to destroy the bindings, you found yourself resorting to struggling against the tethers
Fade took a Sheriff from its holster, the gunmetal gleaming in the red alarm lights. She began to raise it upward towards you
Then turned and emptied the cylinder, catching the bullets and storing them in a pocket
“Valorant is not what you think, we are trying to do something important for the world!”
“So was Kingdom, I don’t care about what your cause is.”
“I was where you are right now, Y/N. I was hunted by Valorant too.” Fade’s tone softened
“What are you talking about?” You were slightly intrigued
“I…blackmailed them. They sent a squad to catch me and could’ve killed me. They gave me a home instead. I trust them.”
“Prove it, how do I know you aren’t lying to get my guard down.”
“You can’t, but you have my word that we will let you go if you want to leave.” She reached a hand to you. “Deal?”
Against your better judgment you decided to come along. In an hour you were being flown to a remote island in the middle of nowhere
“So you know my name, but what’s yours?”
“Hazal. Memnun oldum.”
Hazal sat with you, either for security or reassurance, in the conference room with Brimstone
“Y/N, I apologize for the methods we used but Valorant doesn’t have time for delicate approaches. Fade has first hand experience with that.”
“I didn’t offer you another choice Brimstone,” Hazal seemed to feel some regret
“We wanted to get your help with Omega Earth,” he directed you to a hologram that showed all current information
It was unnerving, the doppelgangers and your personal clone trying to destroy the world. The situation didn’t leave you feeling like you could run away
“So…are you in Y/N?”
“Count me in,” you went over to shake Brimstone’s hand. He took it and handed you a keycard to your room
“You’re part of Valorant now Y/N.” Brimstone nodded to Fade and you exited the room with her
“You’ll be assigned a callsign Y/N,” Fade said as she led you to your quarters. “Did you have anything in mind?”
“Uh, I guess we should figure it out while we have time.” Your opened the door to your room and took a seat on the bed
Fade took a seat at your desk, looking around at the sparse interior before settling on you
“Y/N, what do you think about going by Nomad? It would fit, don't you think?”
Iso
“Oh shi-” you were surprised by a bullet ricocheting past you and putting a hole in the elevator controls
“Nice try Y/N, but you aren’t getting out of here unless you come with me.” Iso chambered another round. “Or else.”
“Go to hell!” you triggered a maelstrom of energy inside your body. Radiant pulses fired from you and Iso lept to cover
Shifting into energy, you charged straight at him, ready to plant your glowing fists directly into his face
Hexagons spilled out under your feet. Violet light blinded you before placing you into a strange space made of similar shapes
“You’re all mine Y/N.” a familiar voice echoed. Iso had somehow captured you
The structures around you disappeared and a single shot rang out against the silence of the realm you were in
A bullet hit your chest, but the ballistic plate underneath stopped it. It didn’t stop the force from slamming into you though
“Y/N, I admire your spirit but you lost this fight. I won’t hurt you, I just want to show you what Valorant is trying to do.”
“And if I refuse?”
“You won’t leave here. Ever.”
He wasn’t bluffing, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to condemn you to that fate either. His aim was steady but his eyes were more focused on your response
“I’ll go with you, but if you try anything you’ll regret it.”
Iso sighed something in Mandarin
Purple energy wrapped you and placed you back in the building. Iso waited for you to get to your feet and led you at gunpoint
The elevator controls were shot, so you and Iso took stairs to the roof. When you arrived at the helipad, the VTOL was just landing
“Remember, I can trap you at anytime Y/N. Don’t try to escape until we get to the island and we brief you.” Iso was dead serious
He left you in the cargo hold of the VTOL while it took off. He returned later on his phone and looked over at you
“Any requests for music? I don’t like silence.” Iso pointed at the phone
“(Your favorite artist).”
“I have a playlist for them, tell me what you think.”
The ride to the HQ was more pleasant than you expected
Subsequently, you were lead to a room with the leader of Valorant for more information
Brimstone finished explaining the situation. Needless to say the Omega Earth version of you destroying city blocks was a frightening prospect
“Y/N, if you help us out you’ll be giving us the advantage. We can let you go but we can’t guarantee your mirror won’t try to come after you.”
“I’ll join your protocol if it means I can protect people from my double.”
“Welcome to the fight Y/N. Iso, take Y/N to the armory and get them fitted for their gear and run a basic shooting test.” Brimstone shook you hand warmly
Iso and you walked down the hall, passing a few other agents that gave you a wave or raised an eye at your presence
Once you were in the armory, Iso went over ballistics and you did some basic target practice
“Y/N, have you given any thought to your callsign?” Iso finished marking your grade in a tablet
“Not really, I do want something that sounds good and makes sense.” you placed your rifle down and began a field strip test
“Since you were constantly on the run, how does Nomad work for you?” He raised the tablet with the name entered in
“Sounds good.”
“I can’t wait to work with you, Nomad.” Iso nodded to you and handed you a magazine
Viper
“Oh Y/N it’s precious that you think you can hide from me, but I like games of cat and mouse.” Viper purred as you crept around Icebox
The woman had managed to cut off every escape from you, a fact she reveled in
“I assume you’re thinking that if you attack me, you can shut the toxins off and leave.” she was trying to draw you out, so you continued to sneak around
Viper turned and left
Green fog began to empty from the vents everywhere, catching you off guard. It was then you realized she had been waiting for the toxins to get in the system
“Is it hard to breathe? Try not to die before I find you, I don’t want to explain that to Brimstone.”
Coughing loudly, you attempted to crawl away as vertigo set in. The toxins smelled like acetone mixed with acrid sweetness
Viper’s silhouette appeared as you lost consciousness. Her figure towered above you as your eyes shut
“You’re awake, good. I need you to listen to me Y/N, can you do that?” Viper had unmasked and was now looking you directly in the eye
You nodded your head weakly while taking account of your surroundings. Toxins had rendered your powers and muscles useless
“What do you want from me?” you hissed
“Join Valorant, we could use your-”
“NOBODY’S using me.” you spat back. Viper glared at you
She removed a vial of poison and opened it. She tilted the glass over your head, letting a drop hang over your eye
“Don’t interrupt me,” Viper narrowed her gaze, “Understood?”
“I’d rather die than be some kind of weapon for a bunch of sociopaths.”
“You aren’t in a position to argue, but we are going to play nice and show you the protocol.”
“Easy to do when I’m your prisoner.”
“Exactly Y/N.”
Minutes later you were being flown somewhere new, but had no idea what was waiting for you once you regained your motor functions
Viper and Brimstone sat with you, going over confidential files on Omega Earth and their agents. It was shocking to your face among them as well
“We know they’ll end up using your mirror against us, so we need all the support we can get.” Brimstone passed a keycard to you
You took it and shook his hand
“I’ll take Y/N to the medical wing and run biometrics so we can plan countermeasures against their double.” Viper motioned for you to join her
The biometrics were mainly just scans and a blood test, but Viper took time to explain what each piece would be used for
“Y/N, you need a callsign for me to enter your information under. Any ideas?”
“Not really. I guess there’s the fact I was always escaping, that could be something.”
“Well you didn’t escape me,” Viper smugly raised an eyebrow. “But I do like that idea, how about Nomad?”
“I like that, it sounds mysterious.”
“Perfect, now let's get you to your quarters and finish the tour so I can get back to my lab.”
“Can I see the lab?”
“No.”
Neon
“I thought you were supposed to be fast! So much for the protocol’s ‘Sprinter.” you taunted as you sped away down a street in your energy form
Neon trailed behind you, each pace pulsing with electricity. She had almost caught you but a quick energy burst saved you
Now it was a matter of running, which was easy for you to do because you could move through obstacles
That was your thought until you ran out of radiant power in the middle of the street
“Slow huh?” Neon was on you quickly. You decided to fight, unleashing what little energy you had left in missiles of force
She dodged and closed the distance, using her speed to shift her target faster than you could aim
In the blink of an eye Neon grabbed your arm. Volts spasmed down your body, paralyzing you
“No more running Y/N.” Neon dragged you to the side of the road and away from the public. She hid you under a bridge, seating you on a bench
“So Valorant sends you to catch me and then what? Lock me in a cell until you need to destroy something?”
“No, we want you to learn how to control the power before you hurt anyone.” Neon trailed off, lost in thought
“Do you really control your power or is it just them letting you loose on anyone they want?” You needled at her doubt
“So you must have lost control at some point then, did they show up and lock you away? Just like what you want to do to me?” Provoking her was the only thing you could do
“It wasn’t like that! They found me…but after I had lost control,”
“Don’t lie to me, they can’t help me and they can’t you either!”
“SHUT UP!” Sparks scorched the ground near Neon’s legs
Neon’s anger turned to regret “They gave me training for it and helped me make the best of it.”
Neon began to smile a bit as an arc of electricity moved up her hand
“I’m sure we’ll do the same for you.”
Once you could move, you and her walked back to a extraction point
“Do you really think they don’t want to use my power for themselves? You were sent on this mission right?”
“I volunteered for this, Y/N. You won’t have to fight unless you want to but we have Radiants that want to help you control your abilities.”
It wasn’t much reassurance without definitive proof, but it was good to hear as you stepped onto the VTOL
“Plus you’ll train with me Y/N. So I’m hoping you decide to stay with us so we can have a rematch.”
Neon fidgeted in her chair at the conference with Brimstone and Sage. Reyna stood in the back eying you over and occasionally muttering something in Spanish
“Y/N, your power is going to make the difference in the fight against Omega Earth. We need you to back us up.”
“I- I want to but I’m not,”
Neon looked over at you and her nervousness switched something in you
“I can get ready for the field. I’m on board sir.” Neon relaxed at your response
“Good Y/N, glad to have you here. We’ll enter some information for your file, in the meantime Neon can show you to the gym for a physical assessment.”
He passed her a tablet
Neon led you around the protocol and took you to the training area. She took the tablet Brimstone gave her and had you start the tests
It wasn’t a great couple of hours, especially because Neon kept her eyes on you struggling the entire time
Finally the running test came up, and Neon readied a stopwatch
“Y/N, do you want to race?” Neon tossed the stopwatch in the air towards you
“Sure,” you caught the watch and readied it. “Go!”
She cleared the mile in under 7 minutes without her power before taking the watch
“Beat that Y/N.”
Your mile was about 9 minutes, which was expected from someone who didn’t run often. Neon did tone her taunting down during the run which was a welcome change
“So…Y/N what callsign do you want? I have to put one here so what do you want?”
“I don’t really have anything. I would pick something about running or escaping-” Neon looked up disapprovingly “-but I guess that’s your thing right.”
“Well you aren’t fast, just hard to keep in the same place. Like a nomad. Oh that could work!”
Neon put down Nomad in name entry
“We even sort of match too. I like Nomad, enter it in!” You nodded to her and got ready for the next step in becoming an agent
Reyna
“Tienes miedo? I love a good chase Y/N.” Reyna’s voice barely held her sadistic excitement back
Carefully, you hid behind cover while Reyna stalked through the courtyard of Sunset. Loading your pistol, you sprang from the cover and opened fire
A glaring eye filled your vision, and you shot blindly at the space. The bullets dissipated the eye, but Reyna was gone
“I’ve heard so much about you, your power. Don’t disappoint me.” Reyna’s skin turned to shadows and glowed with unnatural energy
“I WON’T!” you bellowed. Particles of radiant energy spiraled around your body and blasted straight through Reyna
She made no effort to dodge your most powerful blast as it corkscrewed into her. At first you thought she was going to die
It was much more terrifying than that
Reyna walked calmly through the beam toward you, her intangible state keeping her from damage. The blast lost power and stopped
“Que fuerte, but not enough.” Reyna grabbed your throat and slammed you to the ground
“If you struggle, I will continue to have fun with you.” Her grip tightened to emphasize the point
“I’m not joining your damn organization. You and Kingdom are all the same, just preying on Radiants.”
“QUE DEMONIOS ME DIJISTE?” Reyna yelled, she drove her nails into your neck. “I- We are nothing like them.”
Her outrage was enough to quiet you down
“Kingdom is our enemy Y/N, we can bring them down together. Join me and we will destroy them.” Reyna reached a hand out
You took it
Reyna leaned in and whispered in your ear
“Somos unido, contra el mundo. Do not forget they are terrified of us.”
Reyna sat at your side at the table in the conference room. Brimstone and Sage went over the situation with Omega
“If Omega uses the mirror version of you, we would have a hell of a fight ahead of us without you to help us out.” Brimstone gave a worried look to the holographic files
“Don’t worry, I’ll join the protocol if I can make a difference.”
“Come with me Y/N, we will see how useful you can be to us.” Reyna took your arm and moved you to the training room
A few bots appeared and Reyna took a seat
“Go on, end them Y/N.”
It took little effort to turn the bots into scrap metal and burnt plastic. In your elation, you blasted a hole in the window near Reyna
“Que increible Y/N, you certainly have potential.” She ran her fingers over the scorch marked bots
“The protocol requires a callsign,” she passed you a tablet with an input. “I would put in my suggestions but I don’t want to speak for you.”
“Wait, what did you have in mind?” you looked over to Reyna while she leaned against the exit
“Pues, I was thinking something that felt unburdened. Something freeing. Viajero, no como se dice,” she paused feeling for the English word, “Nomad.”
“It means someone on the run or that moves around. That does sound like me.”
“Claro, I think it suits you perfectly Y/N. Now, let's begin your training and sharpen your strength.”
She sauntered across the room and started up more bots
“Mataremos, Nomad.” You and Reyna tore into them together
Sage
“Do not make me pursue you further Y/N, I wish no harm on you.” Sage cried to you
“Then let me leave,” you readied an energy bolt, “I doubt you could even hurt me!” You shot, directly into her chest
“So be it.” Sage muttered
Jade, tougher than steel, coated her hands and began to work into her skin. Life energy flowed in and she rose up
Her skin healed as she charged you. You burnt through your power to launch a vortex of radiant energy
The sphere engulfed her, but when it passed she was completely gone to your surprise. A hand landed on your shoulder, then a chop connected to your temple
Sage had catapulted herself over the vortex using her wall, and gotten directly behind you
As a monk, she was adept in martial arts. It didn’t help that the barrage of fists, palms, and kicks was hard as iron
You tried to swing back, but couldn’t move. Sage coated you in jade, effectively restraining you with every blow
“Do you doubt I could hurt you now Y/N?” Sage’s tone was retributive but took satisfaction in her position over you
“I don’t care what you try, you can’t force me to work with Valorant. You chased me down like an animal, just like Kingdom.”
“We did pursue you Y/N, but we aren’t like Kingdom. We want to help you, not use you.”
“I’m not interested in what you have to say, I’ll break free eventually.”
“No you won’t, it is unmoving and you are too. I want you to see what Valorant truly is, not what you think it is.”
“I don’t give a shit what Valorant is, you tracked me and trapped me in this.”
“We tried to bring you in but you refused because you thought we were Kingdom. I want to prove we’re better than them.”
“By encasing me in rock and hauling me somewhere against my will? Just like Kingdom tried before?”
“You’d run away otherwise, and I went easy on you. I could have broken your legs and healed them later, but I wanted you to see we aren’t cruel.”
It was true, she had held back enough not to render you unconscious or cripple you. Plus she didn’t sound like she was lying, her tone was honest
“I don’t know if I can fully trust you, but if you want to show me Valorant I don’t really have a choice do I?”
“Not particularly, but I promise you are safe while under my watch.”
She had your petrified body loaded onto a VTOL and flown to the HQ
Once you had been briefed, and Sage released you, she passed you a keycard. Brimstone finished his report on Omega
“Y/N, please lend us your aid.” Sage pleaded
“I’m in, don’t worry. I was wrong about you all, I’m happy to join.”
“Sage, take Y/N to the clinic and give them a check up. I’ll finish Y/N’s file and send word to the agents that we have a new member.”
You and her went over to the clinic and she sat you down on the table before taking a few instruments out
“Y/N, please remove your clothes.” she took a tablet and started marking things as you cautiously took your clothing off. You blushed the entire time
Sage moved quickly, giving you questions while she looked you over. She finished her check up and had you dress back up
“Y/N, do not worry I have seen the entire protocol naked. I am just doing my job.”
“I know, it’s just strange because I don’t know you that well.”
“Then I hope we become close,” Sage smiled at you, “I must ask you about what you want to use for a callsign.”
“I didn’t think about that. Do you have any ideas?”
Sage responded with a long pause
“I suppose something that suggests your strengths. You are flexible and spirited.”
“Do you have anything that sounds like either of those?”
“Would you accept Nomad? It is the word for people that have no single place they call home.”
“Nomad…” you thought about it for a second.
“I love it!”
“Wonderful, now let’s finish your recruitment Nomad.”
Jett
“I’m not gonna work with the woman that destroyed Venice!” you screamed as you launched a volley of energy at Jett
The backstreets of Split had turned into a storm of bullets and radiant explosions, Jett was lurking in the rafters while you stuck to the ground
She nimbly dashed from cover to avoid the bursts of plasma, then took aim with her Vandal
“Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jett’s serious tone cut through the chaos. Her gun ran dry and she began to reload
“You can’t lie to me! I’m never joining Valorant!” A gathering of particles rushed through your hands, charging a pulse of energy that blasted Jett from cover
Her body flew through the air from the force, and you watched with satisfaction. Then she suspended herself in midair, turning to you
“I’m done with your shit, Y/N.” Jett summoned her knives, and sent them for you
Acting quickly, you used the rest of your energy to blast the knives from their paths. Each failed to connect as the knives moved on their own, weaving around
Blades sped past you, then sinking into your clothes and pinning you to the ground. Jett drifted down and knelt next to you, a smug grin painted on her face
“So,” a blade twirled over her finger, “care to correct what you said about me and Venice?”
“I saw the footage, it was you. I won’t work for people who shelter a monster.”
“IT WASN’T ME!” Jett’s control slipped and the knife embedded itself next to your neck
“She took everything from me,” a few tears fell down from Jett’s cheek. “You of all people should know what being slandered feels like!”
It was true Kingdom had done their best to scare the public after they lost track of you, and wasted no time showing how dangerous you were
“You want me to feel bad for you when you’re hunting me like them? They took so much from me and you’re no different.”
“Y/N, you don’t have anywhere to go. Valorant stood with me against the world, I stay with them because they know I’m not the enemy.”
Silence gave you time to digest how genuine she was being. You could see how wounded she was and what Valorant meant to her
“I want them to help you Y/N. We both had our lives ruined but Valorant is our second chance.”
“I’m not against it, but even if I was you’ve already caught me.”
Jett rolled her eyes and helped you up
“Valorant will help you, it’s like a second family to me. I hope it becomes that for you too.”
The fact Jett’s double had ruined her life was made clear to you once you were in the care of Valorant
Her anger flared whenever the photo would appear in the report Brimstone gave you. Wind would pick up in the room, moving papers about
You signed on immediately when you realized that you could make a difference and stop the mirrors from unleashing more Spikes
“Jett, I’m sure Y/N is going to need some help navigating the protocol. Do you mind giving them a tour of the premises?”
“Yeah, let’s go Y/N. This place is huge so we should start now.”
You and Jett took a walk through the corridors of Valorant. Jett took you first to the training room and showed you the scoresheet
“As you can see, I have some high marks but no big deal.” Jett gloated, making sure a nearby Phoenix could hear here
She took you next to the living quarters and introduced you to Killjoy and Raze, both of whom greeted you excitedly
Jett next took you to the cafeteria, mainly to flex the fact she cooked last night
“I bet you’re hungry after everything, we can probably take a minute here and have some of the chap chae I made.”
You and her reheated the noodles and added some onions and carrots to it
“So Y/N,” Jett practically inhaled her food, “what were you thinking for a codename?”
You finished a bit of food, “I don’t really know what I’d go with.”
“How about Nomad? I mean it makes sense ‘cause you’re hard to catch. Plus it sounds cool.”
“It does, we should use that!” you agreed
You and her finished up and cleaned your plates, then finished the tour
“Y/N, Nomad, tomorrow Phoenix, Neon, and I are gonna get together for movie night. You should totally join us!”
“I’ll be there!”
Deadlock
“Don’t try and run Y/N, you can’t escape me.” Deadlock’s eyes trained on you, watching for any movement
She had you at gunpoint, pointing a Phantom at your chest ready to fire. Her finger was slightly above the trigger
“Nobody is taking me prisoner!” you shouted before leaping out of the way and phasing into energy
Deadlock fired through you, the bullets disintegrating as they passed through you. You sprinted through a wall and detransformed
That wasn’t so bad you thought to yourself as you began to make your way across the room you had entered
A beeping noise caught your attention as you exited, you searched for its source. Then you looked to your left and saw the Sound Sensor
It concussed you and sent you reeling into the main room of the Kingdom outpost. You spotted the exit on the second floor and dashed up the stairs
“YOU’RE NOT LEAVING MY TERRITORY Y/N!” a yell caught you off guard. A blue string floated in front of your face for a single second
Then an onslaught of fibres wrapped your arms and legs, restraining you. You did everything you could to escape but it was too late
The cocoon floated somewhere, but a brief minute later you felt yourself being picked up and carried outside
Bitter cold crept in through the gaps in the nanowire, causing you to shiver. Then you felt yourself being rested on snow
A knife cut through the web, a centimeter from your face. It opened your face up to the chilling weather and Deadlock’s stoic expression
“Are you cold? You keep moving like you’re shivering.” Her voice was flat, unbothered by the freezing winds
“I-I’m f-f-fine, I don’t, n-need any he-help.” you did your best not to let her notice your teeth chattering
“You are an awful liar, we’re going back to the station.” Deadlock began a march back and threw you over her shoulder
“Put me down!”
“You’ll freeze Y/N, I don’t want you to get frostbite.”
“Why? You opened fire at me why does it matter if I get cold?”
“I know you don’t deserve to suffer out here, and I didn’t shoot to kill. Valorant sent me to collect you but we won’t mistreat you.”
“You’re part of Kingdom, I know you are.”
“I’m not, when our extraction arrives we’ll take you to our headquarters and you can see that we have your best interests at heart.”
You went silent, confused at the fact she was taking you back to the outpost instead of directly to her allies. It wasn’t something a typical mercenary or Kingdom would do
“How long until they arrive?”
“A few minutes from now.” Deadlock shut the door and laid you against a wall near a heating vent
“Rest Y/N, I don’t want you to freeze.”
Hours later, you were in the tropics at the Valorant HQ
You exited Brimstone’s office with a newfound appreciation for Valorant. Your Mirror concerned both you and the agents around you
Brimstone had finished signing you up with the protocol, and you agreed to go to the armory to get an idea of what you would be training with
Deadlock led you through the headquarters, giving you a brief tour of the base before stopping at the weapon room
“Y/N, we are going to go over weaponry while the others finish notifying the protocol about you and readying your quarters.” Deadlock handed you a Guardian
“Take it and see how it feels.” She watched you explore the rifle and attempt to take it apart. Field stripping was not your strength
Deadlock began to help you, as well as go over the rest of the armory’s collection. You learned how to clean the guns which seemed to be enough for Deadlock
“I’ll have a kit sent to your room, but I have to ask what were you thinking for a code name?”
“Codename?”
“Every agent gets one, so we have to assign you one.” She referred to her own ID card and took a seat at the firing range
“Come on, I don’t have the slightest idea of what to put for one. What would you put?”
Looking upwards in thought, Deadlock paused for a second before meeting your gaze
“They gave me my name because I can stall the enemy. You specialize in moving and being unpredictable.”
You nodded in agreement
“Perhaps, Nomad?” Deadlock shrugged her shoulders
“You know that sounds good. Put Nomad as my codename please.” You felt the name around a bit before settling into the callsign
“Hey Deadlock,”
“Yes?”
“Thank you for the name and for not letting me freeze.”
“It was no trouble at all.”
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One Hazy Winter [Iso x F! Reader] [2]
[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 ]
Genre: Angst, fluff
TW: Depression and implied suicide
Words: 4.7k
Synopsis: One winter before his disappearance, you told your boyfriend Yu about a question you’ve had for so long; one even he could hardly respond to.
It took many more hopeless winters for you to finally have your answer.
Note: Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked.
Also, happy new year!!! 2025 boutta be my year lads
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Winter, present day.
Sitting on your bed and staring blankly at the wall became one of your top hobbies. And with Yu’s disappearance, with no one left to make you aware as to how fatuous and even harmful this habit was, it only moved up the dwindling list.
In fact, you’d been sitting there and reminiscing for the past five hours. Though you’d usually wear headphones to go along with it, this year, you avoided your earbuds like the plague.
They were tucked away, hidden, collecting dust in your drawer since last winter. And all you had to accompany you as noise were the sounds of the people outside, their chatter muffled by the closed windows.
The air was still, your muscles were aching, and your mind was crowded with pessimism.
Losing Yu was almost like the process of losing your parents, minus the denial part of it.
There wasn’t one thing in this town that didn’t remind you of him.
The path you took home reminded you of him. The bus he usually took that would pass by you, the blankets, the scent of lemons…
Heck, even the rocks he’d kick sometimes whilst you both walked, you swore you saw some of them on the way home today, as if they were jeering at you.
Although Yu helped you somewhat move on from your parents after nearly two decades of grief when you both met, this time, there wasn’t another ‘Yu’ to help you move on from this loss.
And you knew Ying wasn’t one to fit this criteria. Not when she was your boss.
But… would you even be able to do something like this on your own?
Maybe you were just meant to be alone. Hey, maybe this was your penance for… some wrongdoing you couldn’t think of.
However, whilst you were staring, a sudden rush of adrenaline coursed through your body. And you found yourself passing through your bedroom door in the blink of an eye for no good reason.
You were already in the living room with only a few short steps. And the very sight of the cramped area made your stomach churn.
Blankets strewn about on the couch and the two armchairs on each side, the remote on the coffee table that was slightly angled to the left, and the grey tufts of the plain carpet that swayed despondently with each passing second.
Nothing had moved, and the only change was the dust that began gathering thanks to the neglect.
Your eyes immediately darted to the corner of the living room, and that simply move answered the question that popped up in your mind.
The plant died. Just as expected.
Shrivelled up, starved and dry, its thin branches curled up like the bony fingers of a decade-old corpse.
…
You could already hear Yu in your ear, sensing your grief and looking to cheer you up any way he could.
‘Would you like me to empty that for you?’ he’d say. Then, he’d grab it and take it outside before you’d give him the confirmation, the thought of people judging him not even popping up in his mind.
You were sure he’d then try to convince you that it was okay. It was just one plant, you can always replace it. Besides, houseplants weren’t your specialty, were they?
How sweet of him, you thought. Lying and doing anything to spare your feelings.
You then felt a pang of shame. Aside from work, you hadn’t done anything today.
What would Yu say about that? Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be something pleasing to hear, that’s for sure.
You might as well do something productive and empty the thing. Declutter a bit. Besides, your muscles were starting to ache from staying still for too long.
You grabbed the maroon pot by the rim on each side. Then, with a deep breath, you began pulling it back, using all of your remaining strength to move it outside of the living room without dropping any of the dirt inside.
God knows you wouldn’t find the willpower to clean that up, you already used up all of it today back at work and… staying alive in general.
But then, another concerning thought popped up in your mind.
If this was how the one houseplant you kept looked like, the thought of what was in the balcony only sent shivers down your spine.
❤ฺ·。
The bell above let out a peculiarly jolly jingle once you swung the door and entered the café for today’s shift.
It was a detail you didn't care enough to note, not since you were too focused on letting your eyes get used to the repetitive chequered patterns on the walls and the mind-numbing music that played. That, combined with the dull morning that hardly differed from the others, you didn’t even realise you slid out of bed today.
However, it wasn’t until Ying’s voice immediately filled your ears, her tone pleasantly complementing said bell and snapping you from your half-asleep zombie-like state.
“There you are! How’s my little gardener doing?”
She almost spoke in a musical-like cheerful tone, each word rhythmically leading to the next.
Ying stood behind the register with a confident posture. Shoulders back, hands on hips, wide smile, and her ponytail ever so gently swaying with the weak breeze that weakly entered from the nearby window like a particularly shy child.
Even the people outside seemed to share the feeling of gloom you always carried you around.
So her attitude weirded you out for a second, especially with everything going on, but that’s not what you wanted to ask her about.
“Gardener?”
“Yes! You took the seeds home from yesterday, remember? Ah, now that I mention them…”
Right, the seeds you sealed in a bag and tossed in the back of your fridge. It’s not like you planned on doing anything with them, it was more so done by instinct.
You didn’t even know if putting them in the fridge was good for them, you thought as you made your way behind the counter.
“What happened to them, if I may ask?”
She questioned thoughtfully, one finger on her chin.
Her tone bore a hint of eagerness only found in her or Yu’s voice. And though it upset you, you worked to not let this sway the conversation.
“I haven’t done anything besides rinse them.”
“I insist you try, Y/N. It could be a productive use of your time!”
It was painfully obvious what she was referring to.
And you weren’t amused, despite how subtle she tried to be about it.
“I can hardly keep a potted plant alive, Ying. What makes you think I can get back to something like gardening?”
‘You make it look so easy’ everyone said whenever they used to see you march in with tropical fruit you harvested from the trees on your balcony.
But it wasn’t. God knows it wasn’t easy at all.
It took years upon years of practice to get to where you were in terms of knowledge. That, and it only took one loss for you to slip down a hole that forced you to list out reasons as to why you should bother making lunch for the day.
“You did it before, I am highly certain you can do it again. No, in fact, I am confident you can!”
Her eyes sparkled with an inappropriate amount of anticipation. A sparkle that nearly competed with her teal earrings in terms of brightness.
Seems like making that juice yesterday set off a bomb of hope inside of her, for some reason. And it didn’t look like she was giving up any time soon.
You held up a hand.
“I appreciate the thought, but–”
“You should do it!”
You jumped once she took your hand in hers, the warmth from her soft skin providing an abundance of comfort.
“I’m not waiting a whole year for a measly harvest of two wrinkly fruits.”
Almost like she didn’t hear you, Ying continued happily letting the words flow out of her mouth.
“There’s a shop nearby that sells garden ready plants. And if I recall correctly, they started selling passion fruit, as well. Perhaps you can give that a try?”
A sigh escaped you.
You knew that shop. In what world would a former gardener not know something like that?
But it didn’t seem like she was catching on to your body language, either. You were practically begging to be let go from this conversation and just go to work. The thought of dealing with customers was daunting enough already.
However…
Okay, this wasn’t one of your proudest talents, but when reasoning didn’t work, you had another technique on how to make someone as airheaded as Ying shut up.
You used it on Yu a lot, after all. But only as a last resort.
“Okay. Fine. I’m convinced. I’ll look into it after work. Alone,”
You counted down for the response you expected from her.
And, just as you thought, she lit up at this, grinning widely.
“Tell me how it goes, okay? And– and if you’d like any help, I’ll be one text away.”
“Got it.”
You mumbled and walked past her, finally making your way into the familiar yet very unfriendly arms of the back of the counter, clocking in.
Ugh. ‘I’ll be one text away’, she said.
You almost felt guilty.
Bosses like Ying were hard to come by. And the fact she even cared about your mental health set her value in stone. Yet here you were, brushing off her attempts to cheer you up.
You pushed away the feelings of guilt.
If you were going to feel bad, you weren’t going to do it during work. Maybe when you get back and lie back down.
❤ฺ·。
There was one question you knew Ying most likely wouldn’t have known the answer to whilst she spoke to you about getting back to gardening.
Who bloody cares?
Really, who cared whether or not you went back to gardening? And even if you did, what would you do with the fruit you’d get? It’s not like baking was a priority for you.
You could barely get out of bed on most days, let alone use said harvest to produce some sort of dessert or jam, or whatever. That stuff was complicated.
That, and you hardly visited Yu’s grandmother anymore for her monthly lemon dessert.
You couldn’t handle the thought.
But you didn’t ask, mostly because you didn’t really want to upset her.
Questions like that were more personal to Ying than they ever were to Yu. You weren’t sure why, but you attributed it to her valuing life to an abnormal degree. And, you know, the philosophy stuff.
You aimed to rush home as soon as you could. Walk down the familiar path, ignore that cursed shop, and just get to bed.
It seemed reasonable and quite easy. Like every other day.
No, like every day.
You were just crawling back to the comfort of lamenting the past, of dreading the future and hating the present.
The routine started to sicken you.
You stopped in the middle of your path. Fists clenched, buried deep within your pockets, and the sweat that dripped down your chin despite the blankets of snow around you only added on to the abundance of discomfort you felt.
Then, you turned back and walked towards the shop you worked so hard to ignore just a few moments prior.
You used your spare money to buy a garden ready passion fruit plant.
You had no idea why you were doing this. You had no idea why you would waste your money on something so expensive, just for it to probably die because you couldn’t even take care of yourself.
Should you be even doing this in the winter? Wasn’t winter notorious for death?
And yet, with all of this, you still walked out with an empty wallet and a plant to care for.
The very thought of getting up every day and having to water it made your stomach churn. But the only bright side was that this thing didn’t remind you of Yu or your parents.
It was just some plant, and passion fruit was your favourite fruit. So, grief couldn’t ruin this for you. Right?
Yeah, no. Your mother liked passion fruit, as well.
This was going to be more difficult than you imagined it to be. But, to be fair, most things were.
A sigh escaped you as you set the plant inside the vast pot and dumped the extra soil around it. With its roots spread out, it should be safe for it to adapt in this new environment despite the season.
However, though you were careful, bits of soil had managed to pour out of the pot and onto the ground whilst you wrapped it around the plant.
You cared for about a few picoseconds, before another thing took over your mind.
With the soil finally surrounding the plant, you dusted your hands off and grabbed the rim of the brown pot on each side. Then, with a huff, you began moving once more.
Moving it into the large windows that welcomed the sharp rays of the sun with open arms. Only a few, sure, but they were strong enough and managed to bleed through the blanket of clouds outside.
There should be enough sunlight for it to grow. And now, with water and some fertiliser, it should bear fruit in about a few…
…
You couldn’t really remember.
Wait, should you be even using fertiliser…?
Nevertheless, you stood back and admired your work.
But instead of feeling pride, all you thought about was how the leaves and branches were long enough to press up against the walls and the curtains, despite how much distance you worked to put in between them.
And exhausted was too tame a word to describe what you felt.
It shouldn’t be too much of an issue, the optimistic side of you thought… unless the main branch grows long enough to hit the ceiling.
‘Are you sure there’s enough space?’
Yu asked curiously, earning that same vacant look from you.
Though he couldn’t see it since he stood behind you, he knew you long enough to the point that he could sense it through the heavy air.
Ugh.
“I’ll make space.”
You said between gritted teeth, annoyed at your inability to push away his words.
Maybe he was the optimistic side of you, sitting in your brain like an annoying wasp that would sting you randomly.
‘You should look into getting a bigger spot.’
“Not everyone has a lush house all for themselves, Yu–”
You turned to angrily face him, but the only thing your eyes landed on were the drab grey walls of your apartment.
Right. Yu wasn’t here. He was gone.
Why did you remember what he used to say? You thought as you nervously faced the plant once more, filling in the empty spots with the surrounding piles of soil.
Maybe it’s because he always stuck to you like a row of ducklings to their mother.
Or… you just really missed him. And you wanted to apologise for that burst of anger, even though his presence was just a distant memory.
Ugh, whatever.
You forgot about him and your parents while you were moving the pot and the plant. Unfortunately, that short-lived moment of peace immediately faltered once you were done, and you were back to the miserable prison you called a ‘mind’.
Maybe this is what happens when you try to get out of your comfort zone. When you try to do something other than lay in bed or mindlessly take customers’ orders like a bloody zombie.
A huff escaped you, and you left to wash your hands.
You need to get back to bed pronto. This gardening rubbish wasn’t healthy for you anymore.
❤ฺ·。
Winter, two and a half years ago.
You spent eight hours awake today. But they weren’t really productive by your standards.
Six spent in bed, and two on the couch with Yu’s fingers intertwined with yours. His thumb had been outlining the lines on your palm for so long, it felt like he started digging into your skin.
Today was a workday, not a weekday. And neither of you made it to the café for, admittedly, no solid reason.
For you, anyway. Your boyfriend probably found a good way to put what happened into words given his impressive eloquence.
Yu waited outside for you by the gate like every other morning. Despite the thicker clothes he wore for today, the temperature still seemed to take its effect on him.
Nevertheless, he ignored the lingering cold of the blizzard that had occurred yesterday in favour of accompanying you.
But you didn’t show up.
Which was… weird, to say the least.
You didn’t mention anything about taking the day off today, and Ying didn’t send him any texts either, so…
He waited and waited. Then, he took out his phone and decided to call you. Once, twice, three times…
No answer.
Then, he sent a few texts. But still, there was naught of a response from you despite how long he had been standing outside.
The cold began stinging the exposed skin of his cheeks and fingers. It felt like pins and needles plunged into him, but in this moment, such discomfort felt frivolous to think about.
The clock struck eight, but you were still nowhere to be seen.
And despite the state of your mental health, the contingency of you being late for work was one silly to even consider. So, what on earth was going on?
“What’s the wait for, son? It’s getting cold out here.”
A gravelly voice snapped him from the terror that had been building up, and he looked up to see the security guard standing on the other side of the gate.
A cigarette was hung from his lips, the smoke billowing from it complementing the vapour from his mouth as he spoke.
Though they’d never once had a conversation, only throwing glances at each other whenever he’d pass by, waiting outside your complex rendered them both used to the other by now.
Wait, that’s right, Yu thought. He was the security guard.
“Oh, I was just…” he pocketed his phone, “did you see Y/N this morning?”
He took a drag of his cigarette, before leaning on the black gates.
“Nope. Didn’t leave her apartment since yesterday.”
Yu’s heart dropped, and his face blanched.
This worried him. This really worried him.
What happened to you? Were you hurt? Did you even wake up today?!
What if you…
“What about the cameras?”
The guard shook his head.
“I– I need–” he caught himself and quickly fixed his collar, “thank you, sir. I’ll go check on her.”
His mind wandered to the worst places as pushed past the gates and climbed up the flight of stairs.
The guard himself hadn’t seen you since last night, and your lack of presence from the footage only made him assume the worst of the worst.
And before he could assume anything else, his mind shut itself down and resorted to taking action, blocking any thoughts from forming thanks to the adrenaline that overtook his blood.
He rushed to your apartment with a spare key you gave him a while ago, brute forcing his way in as fast as possible.
But all within a picosecond, relief filled him at the sight he managed to take in.
He was beyond grateful to find out you were just in bed. Lying down, unmoving, still like a statue.
The only hint of life being the subtle rise and fall of your chest.
Not that you overslept, or anything, your eyes were open. You just couldn’t move, for some reason.
You blinked, your eyes adjusting to the void of black that sat a few feet away from you. It took a few minutes to realise it was just the television, turned off, showing you your still reflection.
Sitting up, you took a deep yet slow breath, allowing your stiff muscles to finally stretch.
“I’m sorry for acting like this, Yu. I'm sorry you… missed your shift because of me.”
Though you kept your gaze on the television, you still managed to catch his meek reaction, using the large upstanding collars of his hoodie to conceal the lower portion of his face.
…
“Don’t… worry about it.”
He muttered after a pause.
Judging by the blank look on his face, glassy eyes locked on a random spot on the wall, he still seemed… shocked by the whole ordeal. To put it lightly.
And with the purple irises, the surprise stuck out even more, his pupils pinpoint like two distant bullets aimed at you.
You brought yourself closer and pulled him into a weak embrace, sighing deeply.
To say guilt enfolded you like a whirlwind would be a vast understatement. And you weren’t really sure how to express it, or how to make it up to him.
You knew that, despite how much of his personal life he kept from you, and despite how stiff his voice was, Yu was still emotionally sensitive. Incredibly sensitive, to a degree someone stoic like you wouldn’t be able to understand.
And you weren’t sure how not to let something like this happen again, how not to provoke a level of shock you probably hadn’t experienced in a while.
But it only took a few minutes for an idea to pop up in your mind.
It wasn’t much, but you’d rather do something.
“Are you visiting your grandmother this month?”
Yu blinked.
It took him a few seconds to comprehend that you’d asked him a question, let alone form a response to it.
Was he visiting his…
Oh, right.
“I am.” He met your gaze. “Why?”
“Hang on, I have something that’ll cheer you up.”
Yu watched you stand up and disappear into your room, and such a sudden move was successful in dragging him back down to reality.
He thought that you were going to take something from your closet, but the unfamiliar sound of the heavy balcony door swinging open promptly slamming shut made him perk up like a curious cat.
Was he finally going to see what you kept on the balcony? Satiate the unstoppable force that was his curiosity, perhaps.
The seconds were counted until you finally made your return. And in your hand was something he never would’ve expected.
A lemon. Albeit… small. And round.
Yu stared at the golden object on your hand, effortlessly reflecting the sunlight off of it, almost as if to show off how pretty it was to Yu.
He stood up and approached, taking it from your hand.
His thumb felt it. And judging by the soft texture, a slight tint of orange in its peel, the ever-so subtle squishiness of it; it was perfect.
But that wasn't what took priority in his mind.
“Why do– did you, uh, are there lemons on your balcony, Y/N?”
You couldn’t help but smile at his confusion.
Either he was extremely excited at that contingency being true, or he was very dumbfounded. Or, you know, both.
Which was understandable, somewhat.
“I keep a lemon tree outside. Doesn’t fit here.”
His eyes glimmered, but the rest of his face remained blank.
Yu was delighted at this news. In fact, it answered his question as to why there was a leaf still stuck to its pedicel.
“You have… You grow lemons? In here?”
“Did you think I only grew houseplants?”
You gestured to the plant from before, and to say he was simply enamoured by this new piece of information would be a vast understatement.
If it were any other person, Yu wouldn’t have believed them. And it’s not like he was to be blamed.
When he put it that way, it sounded preposterous. Growing not only lemons in the winter, but in a cramped apartment, no less. How did you achieve such a thing?!
He looked back at the fruit on his hand.
“This one looks… different.”
You took the lemon from him before his unrelenting inspection would tear the fragile skin open.
“It’s a Meyer lemon, Yu. Quite the small tree. Now come on, I’m going to make a pie with this. There's a bunch more out there, help me harvest them.”
Then, you turned on your heel and moved towards the balcony where you’d just been.
His admiration for you only grew at that sentence. And eagerly, he followed, ready to shamelessly indulge in his lemon addiction.
He was excited. So excited, the events that took place an hour ago felt like they never happened at all.
“Meyer lemon?”
He asked as he followed you to your room. Immediately, he glanced at the windows that would give him a view to your balcony, but they were still concealed by your curtains.
And out of respect, he never really dared to peer through them even after you gave him permission to.
“You’ll see.”
You moved towards the balcony and opened the door, Yu tugging on his sleeves so that they’d cover his hands before the air would slam against his skin like a brick.
Both of you stepped out, the cold hitting him hardly making a dent in how amazed he was at the sight.
To his right was a string of pots containing pretty trees he’d never seen before,
The deep green shade of the leaves contrasted beautifully with the vibrant gold of the fruit, hanging from the branches, almost as if they were eager to be plucked and made into some sort of dessert.
“I wanted to surprise you with a lemon pound cake. But that was before… today.”
You mumbled to yourself as you approached what Yu considered to be a work of art. In fact, how casual you were to this sight only increased his respect for you.
You grew this, he thought. All behind his back, in a small apartment, alone. How could he not be amazed?!
If this was what you could do with depression, he could only imagine how much you’d achieve if you had motivation.
“It’s a cross between lemon and mandarin.”
He eyed you as you plucked one ripe lemon before tossing it over to him. But you immediately regretted it once you realised he was currently in a state of reverie.
However, to your surprise, he caught it impressively fast and began observing it all over again, holding back the urge to bite into it.
Not that he wasn’t used to the raw taste of lemons.
“I see. So like a… subspecies?”
You couldn’t help but giggle at this sentence.
How was that the conclusion he came to? You thought. But to be fair… it was on brand for him.
“I thought lemons were your favourite fruit. How do you not know this?”
The fact that they originated from China as well.
“I never studied lemons. I only purchase what I think will help.”
“Help?”
Before you could utter this simple question, Yu suddenly pulled you into a hug, tightly wrapping his arms around you.
“You’re amazing, Y/N. My grandma will love you even more when I tell her about this.”
You were unwittingly slammed cheek-first into his chest, and the sensation was as pleasant as crashing against a brick wall.
Right, Yu probably forgot what kind of figure he had.
“Oh I… Thank you.”
A smile painted your features, and you returned the embrace despite the aching on your cheekbone.
Relief filled you.
Sure, you had to show him the surprise early, and you weren’t really satisfied with just showing him the row of trees you planted two winters ago, but after today? You were glad you made it up to him.
What mattered was that this cursed day would hopefully end on a good note.
And the fact that his grandmother would like you if she learned of this hobby? It stood out.
Hey, maybe things were finally looking up, you thought.
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