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apifukui · 2 years ago

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my favourite blue (i’m lying, neon is my favourite blue)

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apifukui · 2 years ago

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me always i play val 🧍

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apifukui · 2 years ago

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Give Me Your Jacket, Yoru x Reader

warnings: none! heavy mentions of nudity?

notes: this is my first time writing for valorant! i hope you enjoy it!

Fuck. That was the only thing that you could keep saying over and over again in your mind. You loved being a part of Protocol, being able to protect your Earth filled you with pride. Though, there were some missions that could get very messy, this being one of them.

You almost managed to make it back home without a scratch, that was until your stupidly got in the way. You forgot to check one corner. Just one. Much to your surprise the enemy Omen jumped out from behind the corner and dragged his knife down your back. You yelped at the sudden feeling of cold air hitting your shoulder blades. Your screams alerted your teammates of your position. Brimstone quickly swung around the corner and finished the Omen.

Brimstone reloaded his gun. “Y/N! Are you ok?” You quickly nodded your head, “Fine! I’m fine…” He didn’t question the way your voice trailed off towards the end and went to go complete his mission. You went to grab your gun off the ground when the feeling of cold air hit your entire back. Your whole shirt fell to the ground. You panicked and tried to put it back on you but it was no use, the tattered material couldn’t be fixed.

You fell to your knees and sat in the corner with the front of your body facing the wall. You contemplated taking the clothes off your enemies bodies but you quickly decided against it. You didn’t want to undress them and put on their bloodstained clothing. You felt it would be disrespectful towards them and yourself.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sounds of men hollering and whistling, words of congratulations being thrown around. The mission was finished. You could hear the sound of the Protocols helicopter coming to pick the team up. A tiny part of you wished that everyone would just forget you even came with them and leave you here. For a moment you thought your wish had come true, the sounds of men being drowned out by the loud humming of the helicopter.

You began to calm down until you heard someone calling your name. You let out a tiny gasp. You knew that heavy Japanese accent from anywhere.

“Oi! Y/N! Where are you! We gotta go idiot!” You felt tears sting your eyes. All you needed was Yoru, AKA the biggest jerk on the team, finding you sitting in a corner naked because you didn’t want a group of men who you respected to see your breasts. The sound of footsteps became louder and louder. “Y/N! We need to go- oh. What the hell are you doing! Get up! The helicopter is here.”

You shook your head. “No I can’t.” He rolled his eyes. “Why not?” You felt your face heat up. “I-I…..” Yoru’s eyes began wandering over your body when he noticed the strap holding your shirt together was missing. He scoffed in surprise and annoyance. The man was also flustered, but you didn’t need to know that.

You closed your eyes and were prepared to be made fun of. Maybe he would start laughing? Maybe he would use this for blackmail? You were so filled with worry that you didn’t hear the sounds of rustling fabric. There was a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Yoru facing away from you and his arm outstretched to you with his jacket in his hand. You gently took the jacket from him. You knew how much he loved it. “Yoru… you don’t have to. It’s fine… really. I don’t wanna-”

“Can you just shut up and take it,” the Japanese man said angrily. You did as he said and put it on yourself. You zipped the jacket up and stood on your feet once again. You felt a small smile form on your face when seeing the man staring intently at a wall while you got changed. His arms were crossed and he watched the wall as if he would get shot when he looked away.

You cleared your throat. “I’m done.” He turned around and grinned when he saw you. “You look nice in it, not as nice as I do obviously, but still cute.” You grabbed his hand and laughed. “Thank you. I promise I’ll give it back the second we get home.” He fixed his hair with his comb before stepping into the helicopter. “No rush Y/N but maybe bring some extra clothes next time, yeah?”

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apifukui · 3 years ago

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