Its Okay. When Gloomy Day Comes By, There's Always A Tiny Happiness Within Yourself.

Its okay. When gloomy day comes by, there's always a tiny happiness within yourself.

never mad (isagi x reader)

warnings: a tad bit suggestive, isagi just being the best bf, he comforts you

a/n: image from Our Secret Alliance! childhood friends to lovers omg so cute pls read it.

You’re not sure when the argument started or why you’re even angry. 

Angry might be an exaggeration but you were feeling a smudge of irritation directed at your boyfriend who was far too calm at the sight of your scowl. He has that sweet smile of his, the kind he wears whenever he’s holding your hand or parting a strand of hair away from your face. It’s the kind of smile that you can’t ever stay mad at. 

“Yoichi I’m telling you, she was a hundred percent hitting on you!”

“Right, right,” he lets himself be dragged by your hand and he can’t help but sigh at how good you looked with the necklace he bought for you. The streets were crowded and there were couples left and right, holding hands or chatting on the side. The two of you blend in perfectly–though there were times where a fan of his recognized him and you stood on the sidelines, letting them take their photos.

The drink you hold in your other hand swirls around in the cup and you bring the cup to your lips, taking a long sip. “I mean, she even winked at you! Who even does that? And I was right beside you, holding your hand!” 

“Uh huh,” he mutters absentmindedly, tilting his head when you swing your head to face him with a frown. He blinks and just smiles, a bit confused as to why your frown grew deeper. 

Your footsteps slow down in pacing. “Are you even listening to me?” 

“Of course I am babe.”

You let out a huff and turn around too swiftly, colliding into him with a yelp. In a normal situation, you would’ve swooned over the fact that he caught you–his arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other one holds the back of your neck. Yet, you can’t help but feel your stomach plunge deeper when you see the brown stain on his favorite shirt. 

“Are you okay?” He mumbles, widening his eyes when he sees how your features morph into a frown and how you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. This time, he takes your hand in his, guiding you to an occupied bench. “Let’s go sit down.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks, letting you clean the splatters on his arm with a tissue. 

“It’s just…” you start, leaning back when you’re done cleaning. “I…”

Isagi sees how your eyes gloss over; how you part your lips to release a shaky sigh. He’s quick to cup your face, smiling so gingerly that you felt like you could cry even harder. “Don’t cry. You’ll ruin your make-up.”

The sniffle you let out makes him chuckle. You nod. “Okay…” 

“Start from the beginning,” his hands leave your face and he watches you patiently–letting you catch your breath. 

“I’m so stupid Yoichi,” you sighed. “I don’t even know why I couldn’t forget about that girl like I usually do. You weren’t even paying attention to her and now I ruined your favorite shirt. I also ruined our date together and you’re probably mad at me so–”

“Why would I be mad at you?” He interrupts, maintaining eye-contact with a serious gaze. 

You blink, sniffling again. “You’re not?”

He smiles, nodding his head until his hand tilts your head upward so the tears wouldn’t spill from your eyes. “I can’t get mad at you even if I tried to.”

“Even if I steal your food?”

“I don’t mind.”

“Even if I tell you Michael Kaiser is a better player than you?”

His lips curl into a sarcastic smile and he squeezes your cheeks. “Don’t push it now…”

You laugh and the sound brings joy to his ears. He ushers you up with a hum, letting you take his hand. He presses a kiss to your forehead, bringing you close to him. “How about we spend the rest of our date at home? We can watch a few movies and eat some snacks. You know, Netflix and chill,” his lips fall into a smirk and you forget your boyfriend sometimes derives joy from seeing you flustered.

You slap him lightly, averting your eyes. “Okay fine we can watch movies and eat snacks. And maybe Netflix and chill…” you mumble the last part loud enough for him to hear, earning a laugh from him. 

He squeezes your hand midway in between your walk back to the car. “Did I ever tell you that you’re cute when you get jealous?”

“Shut up.”

Could I request mirror!Yoru x reader? (Fem or GN please) where reader is a radiant and can kill or damage people with her voice (kinda Seraphine inspired) and after the mission reader is left to check the last site where she finds a lone Yoru? And then they start meeting in secret on missions and I suck at endings so I'm not sure how it would end

Heyooo!!! Thank you for requesting!!! I enjoyed making it. You gave me free reign over the ending so I hope I dont dissappoint. It's pretty long tho so i hope that aint too bad. I'm pretty happy with this one. Words: 3.7K CW: Slowburn, Fluff, Angst, implied sexual interaction (not too graphic), mentions of sutures and blood (mildly graphic)

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Out of Impulse (Yoru Valorant x Fem!Reader)

Y/N stared at him as if he had 2 heads and an extra limb. He stared back but with an intensity that made her squirm as she leaned on the radianite crates. His jaw was stained with blood trails from his mouth, jacket blotted with the same color, distorting its vibrant blues. Their staredown was silent but cutthroat.

What was I thinking… Y/N thought. But she had already done it; there was no going back from here.

While making sure the whole place was clear of enemies, Y/N spotted Yoru from mirrorearth, clutching his stomach as it bled heavily. He coughed as silently as he could, crawling aimlessly to wherever he could hide. He froze as he saw Y/N, eyes wide and alert. She clutched her Phantom to her chest tightly, mouth open to sing a melody, but nothing came out. For one, this Yoru was an enemy to them, and had to be eliminated. But on the other hand, this person was injured and helpless, body full of holes he’d probably die of blood loss in a few minutes.

“All clear on your area Y/N?” Sage asks through the comms, and the mirror Yoru clenches his jaw. “Just fucking kill me already, busu.” He smirks, spitting blood on the floor as he sat up painfully against the wall.

She grabbed her radio and held it to her mouth, staring at the injured person in front of her. She gulped once, then spoke. “A-all clear,” she stuttered. She then ran up to the injured Yoru and carried him by putting his arm over her neck. “What the fuck?” Mirror Yoru explains, trying to resist her aid.

“W-will you hold still? I’m trying to help you,” she growled, pulling him harshly as he resisted, trying to flee. “Oh for God’s sakes” she groans, and she begins to sing a melody, lulling him to sleep as he stood. She carried him all the way to an abandoned storage room and tended to his wounds, or at least tried to stuff his bullet holes to stop them from bleeding. When she returned to the team, she was covered in blood. “I-it’s not mine,” she said nervously whenever she was questioned.

After hours, she returned to the storage room herself, escaping from the HQ, narrowly dodging the CCTVs. And that takes it back to current time, with her staring at this person she saved out of impulse. He was clearly ungrateful, and annoyed.

“What do you want,” he asked, or maybe ordered. He was gritting his teeth into sand, anxious but Y/N couldn’t tell. “Doesn’t matter. Beat me, burn me, burry me alive, you won’t get shit.”

Y/N bit the inside of her mouth, pondering. What did she want? She also wasn’t entirely sure. All she really knew that it was unfair to eliminate someone who was as helpless as a beetle underneath her shoe. She could’ve easily killed him, true. But she wasn’t that ruthless. Something that Brimstone worried about, and something that would come to bite her in the ass.

Which is now.

She flinched anytime he shuffled in his seat. She was in fight or flight mode, and so was he. She figured that before they shot each other in the back that she would at least try to defuse things.

“Why don’t I introduce myself first. My name is (Callsign) but call me Y/N. And you are…?” She tried, and the mirror version of Yoru raised a brow. “Uninterested.” He spat, clutching his stomach. She did a poor job of putting pressure on the wound, but at least she tried. If he was lucky, he’d survive until his teammates picked him up.

“Let me see that wound—”

“Step any inch closer and I’m shooting you in the head.”

“You don’t have any weapons right now. So will you please just let me—”

“I’ll find a fucking way. Don’t try me.”

“Would you really rather bleed to death than receive help? God, you’re much worse than our Yoru. At least he wouldn’t mind me patching him up.”

He sat there silently staring. His gaze sharper than before after the mention of his alpha counterpart. He wondered how life was here, without the constant fear of losing power, without threat of famine and climate catastrophe. Omega Earth was in ruins, and being patched up was the least of his concern.

“Look, I didn’t bring you here to solicit any information or whatever else you’re thinking of. I just… didn’t… I feel like it’s just cruel to lead them to you to you know… kill you. I-I can’t just sit around and let that happen.” She said meekly, looking at the phantom resting on one of the crates. She sighs but looks at him with newfound determination.

“So don’t make me regret that act of mercy and let me tend to those wounds.” She said sternly, and he merely scoffed. “Act of mercy? Please, you just set yourself up. Once your guard is down, I’ll fold you into an origami crane and put bullet holes into you as your eyes,” He coughed as he said that.

“Fine, do whatever you like with me. It’s not like you can even lift yourself up right now.” She crossed her arms, taunting. “Just let me suture you. Or would you like me to sing you asleep right now and steal a kidney while I’m at it.”

He clenched his fist. He felt so high and mighty, it all came crashing down when he realized that he was incredibly vulnerable to her right now. She could make him sleep and bring him to wherever she pleased. He’d rather be awake and put up a fight than be asleep and dragged around like a corpse.

As she approached, he reluctantly lifted his jacket up, eyes maintaining a threatening gaze. She merely rolled her eyes and instead removed the bloody jacket and gray shirt.

He didn’t like the idea of a complete stranger operating on his stomach. Well, she wasn’t completely a stranger. He knew her double, but only barely, as they’ve never been that close. That doesn’t matter since it’s her double he’s dealing with right now.

As for her, patching him up was something she wasn’t too alien to. She’d patched up everyone already, well, except Omen and Cypher. Her Yoru was no exception.

When she dug out the bullets, he gasped and hissed. “Quit whining. Where’s all that energy you had earlier?” She complained, looking at the bullet she dug out. 2 more to go. He tried his best not to yell at her to fuck off because he didn’t wanna push her away while his sutures were undone.

She operated on him sloppily, but she did get it done. Hopefully they would keep his wounds clean enough that they would heal nicely. He sat there quietly without his shirt on, his fingers curling and uncurling to stimulate blood flow. Y/N blushed seeing Yoru this way, his hard rock abs staring at her in the face. It wasn’t helping that he was also staring at her like that.

“What now…” She avoided his gaze, looking at the walls of Kingdom propaganda. “Do you have any means of contact with the others?” She asked curiously, and he scoffed, leaning comfortably on the makeshift sofa. “I used to, but it’s fucked, no thanks to you. I could cut through the dimensional fabric but I feel too weak.”

“You might tear yourself apart instead.”

“Thanks for stating the obvious.”

This time she’s the one who scoffed. What is with his attitude? She was just trying to help. “So we have two options: you heal and teleport back to your Earth, or we fix your communication device.” She proposes, and he furrows his brows. “We?” He questioned. Why was she helping him? Why wasn’t she turning him in instead? Their Brimstone would be very happy to hold Omega Earth’s Riftwalker hostage. His suspicions of her motives were at an all time high. What was she trying to do?

“Well, I can’t just leave you here to rot right? We gotta get you back home. Who knows what they’ll do to you if the protocol catches you…” She rubs her elbows, fidgeting. His stomach churns. Why does her concern sound so genuine? Or was he falling for her ruse, her voice?

He kept quiet. If he wanted to get out of here in one piece, he had to play along.

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She left him to heal up and recover in the dimly lit storage room. Thankfully it was ventilated properly. He laid on the makeshift bed quietly, thinking of how to repair the communication device, but the pulsing pain on his shoulder, stomach and arm was keeping him up.

Back at HQ, Y/N was also restless, reading up on how to clean a wound properly. The two barely got any sleep the first few days, always worrying about how tomorrow would be.

Y/N would always sneak out of the HQ in the afternoons, bringing Yoru food, change of clothes, and other things he asked for. And while she was gone, Yoru would tinker with the communication device with the tool kit Y/N brought him. They barely spoke to each other in the first few days. There was nothing to talk about. But he always thought about how absurd it was that an agent from Alpha Earth would be so willing to betray her protocol for an Omega Earth agent.

“Why are you helping me?” He asks suddenly, his voice quiet but clearly heard in the almost empty room. Y/N looked up from his torso, cotton ball in hand. He blushed from the way she looked at him from his position, but he gained back his composure. “You’re gonna be in hot water once someone knows about this.” He adds.

“I… When I found you lying there, I just couldn’t take it. My heart couldn’t take it. You were just like us, trying to survive. And I know the state of Omega Earth. I understand that desperate situations require desperate solutions…” she began. “I don’t agree with the way your Earth is handling the situation, by stealing radianite from us. But I can understand why. That’s why I don’t agree with all the violence going on.” He listens intently. Even after all these days, she’s said the same thing: Violence is not the solution.

“That’s why you need to get back there. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt, to die by my hands. On your Earth, or mine.” She looked at the bloodstains on her hand, clenching it closed. He exhaled through his node before speaking. “Honto baka dane. I am just one life. Once I get back, it’ll only take a week before I’m deployed again. And you know what will happen next.” What he said could be taken as an insult, but his voice was sullen.

“What if it didn’t need to be? W-what if you told them that an Alpha Earth agent saved you? Surely they’ll think twice—”

“They’ll hunt you down even if I told them I didn’t tell you anything. Imprison you and hold you hostage. Exactly what could’ve happened to me if you weren’t so soft.”

And with that, she slumped on the floor, trying to hold in tears. “Brimstone was right. I don’t belong in the battlefield. What was I thinking…” She sniffed, trying to hide her tears. He stared at her head as she sat on the floor. He felt the urge to comfort her but fought it. He instead clenched his fists. “In another life, you and I would’ve made good friends.” He spoke quietly that she almost didn’t hear him.

Days passed by in a blur for both of them, but since that conversation, it seems that they never ran out of things to say. He talked about Omega Earth, how they were regarded as heroes. How radiants protected humans from climate catastrophe, and how stolen radianite was being used for life support systems around the globe. She then talked about the innovation of radianite in her Earth, and how it was severely lagging behind.

They both fell into routine, Yoru waiting expectantly for her to arrive in the afternoons. Y/N helping him fix the device. And despite being able to do it himself, Yoru insisted that she clean his wounds. “I could never do it as good as you,” he admitted, staring at her face as she hovered over him, cleaning the bullet hole on his shoulder. It was still swelling, which she was scared of. It should’ve been healed by now.

“You’ve watched me do this a million times already, you’re just being a big baby,” she laughed, staring back at him as she held the cotton swab. She took note of the features of his face, pushing the hair on his forehead away and tucking it behind his ear. Her hand leaned against his other shoulder, her chest pressing against his. Somehow in the quiet room, she could hear both their heartbeats sync.

His hand reaches for her back, warm against her shirt. His eyes looked at her lips as he spoke. “I guess I got used to you. You’re not as annoying as before,” he whispered, and before they could both think, their lips met. They kissed passionately as he moved her with his muscular arms, sitting her on his lap with both legs on either side of his torso. Her hands move their way to his cheeks, then down his neck, chest then arms. She’s touched him there countless times already, but somehow it was never enough. They called each other’s name breathlessly as they moved that night. And as morning came, they were both cuddled into each other, Y/N asleep in his arms. He never thought that of all people, he’d be so involved with the double of his teammate back at home. He wondered what Omega Earth Y/N would say.

As each day they met went on longer, so did the suspicion of the VP on Y/N. She was spotted by one agent, then another, and it did not take long for news to reach Brim. Thankfully, the communication device was near completion. But sometimes things get fucked up, don’t they?

“Yoru!” She cries as Yoru writhed on the bed, his body sweating buckets. The bullet hole on his shoulder tore and got an infection, giving him a very painful fever. “Y-Y/N…” he breathed, dry coughing. “I-It’s alright, I-I’m here. I’m here,” she wiped the sweat off of his forehead. She thought of her options. Yoru needed an actual doctor. Or else he’d die here. She had no choice but to fix the comms now.

“We have to get you out of here. I-I’ll try the device now. Hang on Ryo, please,” she begged, squeezing his hand. “No! I-I’ll be fine, d-damn it. If you call them now, they’ll hurt you, a-and I can’t protect you at this state,” he growled, not letting go of her hand. She shook her head and decided that she didn’t care whatever happened to her. He needed to be saved.

“H-hello? T-this is (Callsign) from Alpha Earth. Y-Yoru, h-he needs help, please come save him! He—”

“Yoru? We thought he was—where are you? Put him on the line—”

It was Viper who answered, and she frantically handed the radio to the shivering Yoru. He told her their location, and was about to say that Y/N from Alpha Earth wasn’t hostile, until the line was cut off.

“We had suspicions that you were hiding here. You steal our radianite, and now you brainwash one of our agents.”

“Kuso,” Yoru cursed. It was Brimstone, Y/N’s Brimstone from the protocol. She grabbed the device from Yoru’s hand. “You don’t understand! He’s hurt!” She reasoned. “Y/N, we had so much faith in you, but you betrayed us. It’s time for you to face reality and go back home. Or else we’ll tear that building down until you come out of it.” He threatened, and with shaky hands, she turned off the device.

“They’re coming,” Y/N said, dropping to the floor beside Yoru, who with a dizzy head tried to stand up. “You have to come with me,” he swayed, and Y/N caught him on time before he fell. “I-I don’t know what they’ll do to you once I’m gone, but if you come with me, I can be there to protect you.” He breathed out, grabbing both her shoulders. “Come with me,” he repeated, squeezing her to her senses. She was shaking, but she nodded. “I’ll go,” she says shakily.

A few moments pass before the sound of an air carrier is heard from outside. She put Yoru’s arm around her neck and carried him outside. But as she opens the door, she’s greeted by a familiar face. Too familiar.

It was Yoru. Yoru from her Earth. “We found her,” he barked, grabbing the injured Yoru’s arm and pulling him off her. He dropped painfully on the ground, breathing hard. “Y/N!” He called as she screamed, trying to pull away from her teammate. “Take her,” he says as he hands her to Omen who nods, holding her arm painfully. “Ryo!” She screamed as she was dragged away.

“And now with you. I didn’t think my double would be this stupid. I guess I don’t know myself enough,” Yoru smirks, pointing a Sheriff on his double’s head. But before he could pull the trigger, a bullet goes right through his arm, and he hisses, falling back.

The agents from Omega Earth arrived, with more people. Y/N saw this as her chance to break free from Omen. She pulls her arm off him and sprints toward Yoru, who laid still on the ground, unconscious. He wasn’t breathing.

“Help! He’s not breathing, Yoru’s not breathing!” She didn’t hear how Brimstone called for her, but she was focused on getting Yoru to escape. The Omega Earth Phoenix did not question her and let her help him drag Yoru to safety. Everything was all a blur, the heat and the sound of the aircraft making everything hazy. She was only knocked back into reality by her Earth’s Jett pulling her back by the arm.

“Don’t go! Please Y/N!” She screamed, trying to pull Y/N back to her side. Y/N used her abilities and screamed, making Jett let go and cover her ears. She ran with the Omega agents into their own aircraft, stumbling as Phoenix grabbed her up. “I got you,” he reassures. Y/N’s tears were now on full display, her voice small as they flew into the teleporter back to Omega Earth.

She was then hand cuffed and was sat in the back by Viper, Neon keeping watch of her. Y/N didn’t say anything and only stared at the door where they momentarily kept Yoru during the flight. “So, if I’m guessing this correctly, you took care of him all this time? He wasn’t dead or AWOL?” Phoenix asks, and Y/N only nods, her head down.

She hurt Jett. And right now, most of the agents from her world probably think that she betrayed them. She thought about what could happen now. What would happen to her. How Yoru was. She fidgeted with her hands, staring at the handcuffs, tears stinging the electricity that held the metal together.

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Yoru sits up from the hospital bed, sweating heavily. Around him were familiar faces. Sage, Viper, Brimstone, Phoenix, Y/N…

Y/N!

“Where is she?!” He barked, standing up and preparing to bolt. But Brimstone held him down. He growled at Brim and swatted his hand away. “Look here old man, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit. Where is Y/N!?” He pushed Brim off him as he headed for the door, but he was immediately held back by Phoenix. “Bukkorosu zo! Hanase!” He yells, clenching his fist, ready to punch the fire out of Phoenix.

“Calm down man!” He raises his arms defensively, knowing damn well that Yoru will knock him out. “We don’t see you for months and you replace us for Y/N’s Alpha double? Damn,” he chuckles. Yoru’s jaw clenched. He missed Phoenix, but he better not mess with him right now.

The last thing he remembered was being pulled away from Y/N in the middle of danger. They didn’t hold it against him that he was lashing out on everyone.

“She’s alright, she’s just in quarantine. Sage took care of her. No need to worry,” Y/N says. He was shook to hear her voice, but it sounded off. It didn’t have the softness that Alpha Earth Y/N had. Yoru looked at the Y/N in front of him and grimaced. It was weird looking at her now.

“Calm down Kiritani. We know you’re worried, but she’s safe. She’s just being interrogated about what happened. And we’re here to check if your stories match. So, sit tight, and we might let you see her after an hour or two,” Brim crosses his arms, walking with Yoru back to the hospital bed. He looks at the windows, hoping for a glance of Y/N.

After a while of nonsense questions from Sova, he was finally freed to see her. With him was Phoenix, making sure his vitals were fine as they walked around the HQ. “Man, I knew you weren’t dead! I knew it. Good thing I kept the lines open. I missed you man,” he celebrates, but Yoru paid no attention to it. His brain was set on one thing and one thing only for the time being: he wanted to make sure you were safe. He can deal with Phoenix later.

They arrived at one of the reserved rooms, the light inside open.  “I’ll wait outside,” Phoenix pats Yoru in the back. The door was left open as Yoru entered, for security purposes. With the sound of the door opening, Y/N turns around to see Yoru, looking well, the colors of his skin radiant. “Ryo,” she cries, running into his arms. He does not speak and only embraces her hard. Harder than he ever did when he was injured.

“I love you,” he declares, wiping the tears from her eyes away. She smiles widely through her tears, sniffing. “I love you too,” she cries harder, kissing him tenderly. They held each other in the middle of the room like there was no tomorrow.

Yoru then proceeds to pull away and spin Y/N around, grabbing her in places. “W-what are you doing?” She laughs, and he finally stops, breathing forcefully through his nose. She wasn't hurt. He’s gonna murder that Yoru once he gets better.

“Wow,” Phoenix said quietly, watching them both. “I never thought you and Yoru would ever match up,” he mentions to Omega Earth Y/N, who was peeking. “Same here. I didn’t think Yoru was even capable of love,” she commented, shrugging.  It was weird watching herself with Yoru.

Tagging: @duckchu

Valorant Agents as cute animals ☺️

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...I can take them.

“Mine’’

[Gekko/F!Reader] [Slight Yoru/Reader]

Words: 7.5K

Tags: Fluff, slight jealousy, boys being boys(?), technicality of the actual game because I really like Lotus, slow-burn.

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It is not often you get to warm up, or even begin to be friendly, towards new agents joining the protocol.

Obviously, it is not a matter as to who to blame, rather you don’t get the time to make acquaintances because of the tasks you are assigned most of the time. And when an opportunity arises, you don’t know if it’s worth the time.

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