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.”

“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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Thinking of You (Valorant Chamber x Fem!Reader) (Angst, Fluff)

Summary: Chamber arrives with his team in Paris, the city of love. Or so they say. They take a little detour on memory lane.

Word count: 3k🤯😬

CW: Slowbubrn, Angst, lots of regret, lots of fluffiness at the end, drama, lots of crying, the author loves to see the reader and Chamber suffer. (A/N: This was supposed to be an Angst/Smut fic, but I kinda removed the smut cuz it didnt fit. Should i write chamber smut tho cuz idk if anybody wants it. Feel free to request.)

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The city of Love. Or so the rest of the team called it. Astra and Skye both marveled at the old buildings below them, pointing out the beautiful churches and bustling life on the streets. “If I knew we’d be here, I would’ve asked Jett to come with us,” Phoenix yelled so he could be heard, the sound of the aircraft drowning his voice into a whisper. “I’m envious. How does it feel to be back home Chamber?” Yoru asks rhetorically, smirking and chuckling to himself.

Chamber caressed the case of his gun, eyeing the floors of the aircraft. He didn’t like being in Paris. The place that used to feel like home was now just a husk of what it used to be.

But it wasn’t always like this for him. There was a time when he didn’t feel pain coming back home to France. There was a time where the city of love truly felt like home. It was because of her.

She was the love of his life, the only one that he ever saw himself spending the rest of his days with. He remembered her soft locks of hair, those beautiful eyes, the feel of her skin, and her voice. After working abroad, she was the one he came home to. She was his home. Paris was the city of love.

She was a radianite engineer that worked for Kingdom Industries, smart and innovative. They met by chance through a project they both worked on. He chuckled in his seat, remembering how hard he tried to impress her with his weapons expertise and his golden business card. It was one of the very few moments that he actually tried to be cool. She found his efforts amusing, and after the fifth time he asked, she eventually said yes to a date. All expenses paid for by him, of course. He treated her like a queen.

She was an independent and level-headed woman, even after they became a thing. But anytime she would be in his arms, hidden away in their little sanctuary, in the house they built, on the bed they made, she turned into the gentlest and sickeningly in love person ever. He felt like he was wanted and needed. And if he ever disappeared, he would be missed. That was something he longed for, as someone who worked in the covert and secretive business. It was a comfort that someone who he loved was always there, looking for him.

He remembered fond memories of them, the vivid images swam in his head.

He held her hand, kissing it tenderly. “Ma cherie, you are so beautiful. Your radiance is something even radianite cannot contend with,” he said against her hand, then he proceeded to kiss her palm, then thumb, and finally, he pressed her pulse on his cheek. “What do you mean? My hair’s a mess,” she laughed, grabbing his other hand and squeezing. It was a lazy Sunday morning, and they decided to sleep in.

They sat on the bed, in front of each other with their legs crossed. The white sheets were strewn about, bedsheet crinkled at the corners. Outside the window, the sky was bright but gray. It was raining, the wind from the windows blowing on the curtains softly. The light from the outside was the only thing illuminating the room.

“Happy anniversary my love,” she whispered, moving closer, staring into his eyes. Their foreheads almost touch, and he gives her hand a gentle squeeze. He often travelled all over the world, but no view could ever compare to what was in front of him. “Happy anniversary, mon amour.” Quiet moments like these were close to his heart. His life was crazy, hectic and stressful, and with a kiss from her, a soft look, and a few encouraging words, all his worries would falter away. He gave her a peck on the lips, smiling. “Thank you for choosing me.”

He wished he could stay in that memory forever. But he couldn’t. He could only dream.

He had a mission to fulfill. Something that would change the world and his life forever. Together with his double, they would desecrate the whole Kingdom operation in Fracture. He had it all figured out: his weapons of choice, their positions, escape routes. Everything was accounted for.

Except for her.

He was already a person of suspicion in the whole operation after a lousy move he made. He made sure that she would be transferred to another site before the opening day of the reactor, much to her disappointment. She didn’t know that this wouldn’t be the only disappointment she would be having.

“I want to end things with you civilly,” he almost choked out his words. His expression was serious, but his heart was beating fast. His hands sweated in their gloves as she stared at him with wide eyes.

“What?” the word barely made it out of her lips. She held her night gown with clenched fists, trying her best to keep herself together.

“I’m moving to another country for a more… important job. Unfortunately, it entails isolation, and I’m afraid that it will be a hassle for me to keep this relationship going. So excusez-moi, I must pack for my flight,” he said as robotically and as coldly as he could, turning his back on her. He pretended to grab some of his clothes as she stood there silently, trying to understand what he said.

“B-but I don’t understand… Vincent we’ve made it work despite the distance… despite the long days and nights apart, and suddenly it’s a problem for you now?” She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to face her. That was what she always did, consulting logic before her emotions, but her tears told another story. It crushed his heart seeing her in tears.

“This job requires all of my attention, and I cannot have you as a distraction.” He replied curtly, looking into her teary eyes, and she took a step back. “I-is that all I am to you? A-a fucking distraction?” She says, but before he could reply a rehearsed sentence, she yells painfully. “We’ve been together for years Vincent! Years! I gave you everything, and I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you!” She cries, her voice echoing in the room. The moonlight was glaring at both of them in the dim room.

“What about us? What about me? You said you love me. You said you loved me!” She beats on his chest, but he does not move. He does not flinch or defend himself. He just stands still. “You lied, you lied to me.” She cried, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her cheeks and kissed her as if it was the last time. He held her like there was no tomorrow, and he touched her like he would be a dead man soon.

And as she woke the next morning, it was as if he was never there. As if he never existed. The bed was made up on his side.

That was the last time he’d seen her in the flesh. He made a deal with Cypher for updates about her. Apparently, she retired after the accident. She used all her money to start a small business in the heart of Paris. A café where she was the barista. It did well from what he could tell. She had her run of lovers, but currently she had no one. He chuckled, finding it hard to believe no one would be interested in the numerous regulars she had.

“Why are you smiling to yourself?” Phoenix pokes Chamber’s arm, and he snaps out of his trance. “He’s probably plotting something,” Skye jokes. “Why don’t you make use of your riches and pay for some pastries we could munch on!” Astra chimes as she hopped off the aircraft.

He breathed in the Parisian air. He smiles fondly. “I know a place.”

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“He’s paying right? He better be ready, cause I’m trying everything,” Yoru smirks as he eyed all the bread and pastries displayed behind the glass. Chamber stood behind all of them in the line. The café was moderately full that their commotion wasn’t something unusual. “Je voudrais pan au chocolate,” Sky says, or at least tries to. Her australian accent was apparent.

“You reckon we can beat each other with a baguette?” Phoenix asks, and Yoru smirks. “Only one way to find out. We’ll get two of those.” He requests.

“Okay, noted on that. Anything else?”

He tried to keep his composure, hands tucked inside his pockets. That voice was familiar, too familiar. He held his breath. It was her.

“Hmmmm, I want the croissant. Did I say that correctly? Anyway, what about you?” Astra says, pointing her golden fingers at him. She followed her gaze, and his face registered in her head almost instantly. They stare at each other as she waited for him to speak. She was frozen in place, but his voice melted her down.

“Coffee. Hold the cream please, merci.” He says simply, pulling out his credit card. It was designed with his iconic golden streaks, something she couldn’t mistake for anything else. She held her hand against her chest and spoke quietly. “Vincent?” She said carefully, shakily holding out her hand for the card. He instead took her hand and held it against his warm lips. “Y/N. Ça fait un bail, ma cherie,” he greets, squeezing her hand.

She pulls her hand away, stepping back from the counter. She was breathing heavily, panicking. “Excusez-moi,” she excuses herself and retreats into the back of the café. After a few moments, a different person serves them. The other agents eye Chamber strangely as he casually receives back his card. He was unbothered by all that, and they became curious.

Sometime as they sat on one of the booths, Chamber spotted someone from the counter in a hooded jacket, walking quickly out the door. He figured it would be her, so he stood up and followed. “What’s up with him,” Yoru asks, face stuffed with bread. “I don’t know, but it definitely had something to do with that pretty lady earlier,” Phoenix replies, cheeks fat. Skye takes pictures of them.

“Mademoiselle, please stop.” He starts, pulling her back by the wrist. But as she spun around, a strong slap lands on his face. The whole café stops and stares.

“Stop? For what? I don’t wanna hear anything you have to say.” She pulls her wrists free but he grabs her arms instead. He drags her upstairs to the second floor, a room mostly reserved for meetings, parties or other events. He locks the door behind him before facing her again.

“S’il vous plait, let me speak. Please Y/N, I missed you with all my heart,” he begins, but she struggles. “Shut up! Don’t lie to me, don’t speak to me, don’t, don’t…!” She cries, her struggling becoming weaker. Hearing him say he missed her made her break down and cry. Her knees got weaker and she leaned on to him, beating on his chest. “Let go of me! Let go…!” She cries harder, and it broke his heart hearing her voice crack and falter.

He pulled out a chair from under the table and sat her down as she broke down on the table. She cried in French, all the pent up frustration and anger pouring out of her. He couldn’t blame her. It was a bad idea coming here all of a sudden, bringing back distant painful memories she so desperately tried to move on from. But she couldn’t, and neither could he.

He sat there quietly, rehearsing what he was about to say. She looked different. She was older and more mature looking, her lips rogue red, arms more defined through her shirt. Her voice was the same, even as she cried. He missed her immensely, and wondered how it felt to be at home again, in her arms.

“I do not know what you are trying to do but I do not want to see you. I do not want you near me,” she says finally, leaning on the table. He kneeled in front of her and held her hand, his other hand on her cheek. “Mon amour, let me explain everything. Please, I did not mean to leave you, to leave us behind. I had to do it, for your sake. For the world’s sake. I had a mission, and I had to keep you safe.”

He then proceeds to explain the protocol and how they protected the world from thieves from another Earth. How radianite was in danger in this Earth, and everything that he felt was necessary to tell. He watched her look at him in disgust and confusion. Occasionally she would whisper ‘liar,’ but he willed himself to continue.

“I’ve suffered everyday knowing how much you’d come to hate me for my decision, and I lived with pain in my heart since I left. You were never not on my mind, ma cherie. Not a day goes by that I’ve not wondered how you were, who you were with, if you were safe or not. Believe me, I tried for your sake, for your peace of mind. I didn’t want to hurt you any more than I already have,” he removes his glasses, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Anytime I am in Paris, all I want to do is run home to you. Abandon everything, change my name and stay with you like before. If only life were that merciful,” he lays his head on her lap, squeezing her knee. She felt her skirt get wet, and she realized he was silently crying. Vincent never cried. It’s not my style, he once said. Her hand hovered above his head shakily. She was still mad, but she couldn’t deny her heart. She petted him as he wept, hugging her legs, begging her to listen. The lump in her throat was painful, but she spoke.

“D-do you still love me?” She asked, a tear running down her cheek. She wanted to hear it from him again. She longed for those words as much as he did hers. “I do, I always have,” he replies, looking up at her. She smiled through her tears, then bit her lip. “Please say it. Tell me you love me, please…” she begged, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I love you Y/N. I love you,” he replies, kissing her lips as he helped her up from her seat.

Their kiss was deep and filled with longing. He melted in her arms like cold butter on bread, and as much as her mind hated it, she embraced him. And when she’s able to gasp for air, he would give her pecks on the cheek, nose, chin. He could not get enough. After a while they both settled in silence, foreheads touching as he kept her steady in his arms. He never knew he was so deprived of love until he was home again.

He could tell that she was still hesitant, avoiding his eyes, but he caressed her cheek. “I promise, I will make it up to you. I will make up for all the pain I’ve caused, and all the time we’ve lost. Hurt me if you wish, just make me yours again.” He begged, and she looks up at him wearily. “H-how do I know you’re not going to leave me again… how do I know you’re not lying…” She sniffed.

“It was wrong of me to keep my job a secret from you before. I will not make that mistake again. But forgive me for withholding details. I do not want to put you in danger.” He begins. “If it will make you feel better, I would like to introduce you to some of my… coworkers. It was rather rude of us to leave them out of the blue.”

She sniffs but nods, wiping her tears. She pulls away from his embrace and straightens her skirt, wiping her hands on them. Her face was flushed red, eyes puffy from crying. He was going to have to explain a lot to the others.

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“You have a girlfriend?!”

Most of the team was surprised, Astra immediately sending messages to the others about the latest tea. “Jett is gonna flip when she hears about this.”

“Man, I used to think all your pizzaz was just a ruse. Now I gotta take actual notes. Damn,” Phoenix slumped on his seat, staring at Y/N who was rather mesmerizing without her apron on. She chuckles lightly, shaking her head. “I’m not his girlfriend,” she corrects, biting the inside of her cheek. They all turn to Chamber as he sipped on his coffee nonchalantly. “Yet.” He continues, and she rolls her eyes. “It’s going to take a lot more than just words to convince me.”

“Do not worry. I do not intend to only charm you with my words. You’ll find that I am plenty fun with actions as well.” He chuckles, holding her hand underneath the table. She gazes at him softly and smiles. She doesn’t know how this will end, but somehow, with him being more honest, she was willing to give it another chance.

Yoru’s face scrunches  up at the flirting happening in front of him. “Please, not in front of my croissant,” he groans, and Skye hits his shoulder. “Shush.” Y/N smiled at all of them. She was happy he had these people around him to keep him leveled.