#iso jacket

[the-teacup-dragon]

Hi all, I'm desperately searching for these two things-

A blue green sleeveless dress made of chiffon with ruffles and matching sash. I've seen it multiple brands-coldwater creek, dress barn, Bethany, Signature by Robbie Bee, Limited Too and have found a couple online, unfortunately they're too small. I need at least a us size 12

And a gray/green shearling fur coat, I believe it's Randolph Duke from the 70s. My parents saw it once in a thrift shop and sent a picture, but since I wasn't there to try it on I said no to getting it :/ regret that now.

Thanks to anyone who can help!

[gmmfashion]

Hi!! Any insight on BOTH of their outfits for 11/9’s GMM??

Link's Green Jacket

As for Rhett's sweater I'm not having any luck. It looks very cozy.

[jaiden-zhou]

(1) casual iso <3

contents: headcanons, reader is a uniqlo employee for plot purposes

not a writer but,, iso is so.. sigh, imagine this reserved uniqlo wearing hitman acting like an absolute puppy for you. yeah this is self indulgent and yeah maybe its based off of my experiences but hey, content.. its long.. i.. the things this man does to me

part 2, part 3

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iso whose closet is practically all uniqlo apparel, from core basics to limited exclusive collabs, anything else is like expensive tech wear/street style clothes, he likes his quality

iso who always grabs heavy oolong milk tea with tapioca pearls, a classic predictable drink (his friends call him basic for it, but he doesn't mind), every afternoon he gets the chance to

iso who ends up being an employee there with how much he visits, the owners are a chinese elderly couple who like gossiping with him in mandarin (he has fun listening to their stories and such)

iso who likes having music playing of his own whether it be from his headphones or speakers, even at work his music is playing loud enough for only him to hear from his headset hanging around his neck

iso who works evening shifts part-time and gains a lot of eyes from admirers where he gets at least three numbers given to him a month like "you're really cute, text me <3 (XXX) XXX-XXXX"

iso who's never interested, none of them catch his eyes like how he catches theirs, and ends up tossing whatever number scribbled onto a receipt away

iso who goes to uniqlo on his day off for a collaboration launch consisting of outerwear jackets and trousers that match his style only to not find his size on the racks

iso who takes his time trying to comb through the racks, desperate to find it on his own and take it with him before giving up, pulling down his headphones, and reluctantly asking you

iso who, at a reasonable distance, looks over your shoulder as you look up the product listing with the desired size and color, hearing faint rap music playing through his headphones slung around his neck, finding that there should be three units left and listens in quietly when you radio your coworkers if there are any in the back before going to look for yourself

iso who waits patiently at the same spot for quite a while before you go jogging up to him with the jacket he has been wanting, the plastic and paper still wrapping it up signaling that it has been unprocessed and untouched

iso who still is patient with you with an expectant look, not the impatient kind, it's the anticipating excitement kind, as you're still a little out of breath from running around finding the item for him unwrapping and removing all the excess packaging and giving it to him with both hands, garbage tucked at your arm

iso who looks at your earnest expression, sweet eyes, and genuine smile and feels his breath hitch before taking the coat and doing a little head bow while muttering a quiet 'thanks'

iso who leaves an anonymous compliment to you, conveying his gratitude for going out of your way to find him a limited quantity jacket and sub-consciously thinks of your cute expression of when you gave it to him every time he throws it on

iso who was asked to pick up a morning shift, no one else could and so he decided to just wake up early enough and suck it up but boy does he not regret it

iso who opens up the shop for the first time ever and lo-and-behold, you waltz in as the first customer and immediately he recognizes you, and apparently so do the owners

iso who listens quietly as, whom he likes to call granny, greets you with a warm voice asking if you're ready to go to work

iso who once again patiently waits for you to walk up and order, finding out that you're also a regular here, always grabbing a drink before your long shift at the japanese clothing store he met you in

iso who's still a little quiet, shy even, when you greet him noting that you recognize him from a while ago, your friendly exterior giving him a fuzzy comforting feeling inside

iso who after making your drink, bids you goodbye and continues on (not before asking to switch to morning shifts.. for some reason hehe)

iso who starts seeing you most mornings before you work and then with some time, working up the courage (it was very hard, he was very nervous you just didn't see it) to ask you for your number, nothing romantic just being friendly, right?

iso who starts getting a little closer to you, learning what day and times you work, your hobbies, your favorite things, the music you listen to <3

iso who sometimes drops by your workplace to give you a drink or some food and simple yet subtly sweet encouragement that always seems to lift your spirits to push through the day

iso who even starts to see you near or at the end of your shift to take you home, you've worked long enough, and it's dark out.. :(

iso who likes to ensure your safety by accompanying you home, his friends like to say (tease) that it gives him an excuse to see you more. it's dangerous out at night, what are they talking about? nonsense. (denial is a river in egypt)

iso who as time goes by, slowly craves your presence a little more than he'd like to admit, you're always on his mind and he often flusters himself with his thoughts of you, his cheeks donning a light-pink blush. maybe his friends are onto something.. ugh

yeah i'm definitely writing more iso content hehe

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"don't have to take me home every time, zhao yuuuu." you whined next to him. "i've done it before and i can do it again."

you only get a short scoff in return, iso's hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket.

"it's dark, you're more at risk when you're alone." iso states matter-of-fact. his headphones at his neck with no music playing. "you know this too, so you shouldn't be complaining."

"yeah but," you pause for a moment. "i don't want you to have to make the trip each time to pick me up.."

iso takes in your dejected tone, his eyes soften.

"and i don't want you being in potential danger where i could've been there to deter it." iso chides softly. "please, for my peace of mind.."

"whatever you say," you comply, your shoulder bumping into him jokingly as you share a quiet laugh. "thanks, yu. it means a lot."

"always," he replies, a certain warmth sets in when he hears you say his nickname.

[f6bron]

delicate who?

pairing : badboy!iso x soft!gn!reader

notes : established relationship (this is after they started dating), bad boy x sunshine trope, fluff fluff fluff >.<

Iso arrived at the front of your house, being extra mindful not to rev his bike too much. The last thing he needed was for your parents to come out and give him grief. Not that he minded particularly, but he had to be on his best behaviour in front of his future in-laws. 

After all, he wanted to make a good impression. 

He put up his helmet visor, still sitting on his bike, and texted you.

Yuyu 🐼 : I'm waiting outside, sweetheart.

Five minutes later...

Yuyu 🐼 : Babe?

Y/N: I'm still choosing which shoes to wear!!!

Iso chuckled to himself, shaking his head. What would you do without him, huh? 

Without a second thought, he removed his helmet, setting it down carefully on the seat. He then walked up to your front porch, the wooden steps creaking slightly under his heavy combat boots. Just as he was about to knock on the door, it swung open, revealing the ever-adorable you, perched in front of him with an excited grin.

“Yuyu!” you squealed, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. The faint smell of cigarette smoke still clung to his leather jacket, mixing with the scent of your floral perfume. It was a comforting and familiar combination.

You stepped back, biting your lip as you gestured to your feet. “I don’t know what shoes to wear…”

“And that’s why I’m here to save the day, baby,” Iso said, giving your cheek a light pinch, causing you to let out a tiny squeak.

He stepped into the hallway, his eyes scanning through the assortment of shoes lined up by the door. After a moment of consideration, he picked out a pair of white sneakers. “These suit your outfit best. Plus, we don’t want your feet to hurt tonight, do we?” He knelt in front of you, gently guiding your foot into the shoe.

You shook your head, watching as he tied the laces with practised ease. You giggled softly when he gently patted your thighs. “Alright, let’s get going.”

“Did you bring my helmet?” you asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Of course, the one with cat ears on em’,” he replied with a smile, retrieving the helmet from his bike.

Arrived at the club

Iso's palm, which was resting on the small of your back, moved to grip your waist instinctively as you both entered the crowded and noisy venue. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. The music pulsed through the room, a steady thump-thump-thump that you could feel in your bones. Iso led you further into the club, your eyes darting around as you tried to spot familiar faces. Knowing it was your first time at a club, he wanted to ensure you were comfortable and happy. But as he leaned in to take a closer look at your face, he realised he might not need to worry so much.

You looked up at him, eyes wide and doe-like. “What?”

“Nothing,” Iso said, trying to hold in his chuckle. “You look beautiful tonight. Beautiful as ever.”

You blushed, a rosy hue spreading across your cheeks, which earned a soft smile from him. Then, you heard a familiar voice.

“It’s about time!”

Iso perked up, recognizing the happy voice of Gekko, who was walking towards you both.

“Gekko!” you squealed, quickly moving to hug the taller guy. The embrace was warm and filled with the excitement of friends reuniting.

“Hey, sweets! Looking pretty as always,” Gekko said, dismissing Iso’s playful touch on your hair. “Everyone’s been waiting for y’all. Come on.”

Iso nodded, placing his hand back on the small of your back as Gekko led you to the rest of your friends. The crowd parted slightly, giving way to your group of friends huddled around a tall table.

“You hungry?” Iso asked, his voice barely audible over the din of the club.

You shook your head, fiddling with your purse. “I’m thirsty, though…”

Iso let out a tiny chuckle. “The party hasn’t even started, and you’re already thirsty?”

“I-It’s hot in here! You can’t blame me…” You stomped your foot lightly, pouting up at him. Your actions made Iso chuckle, his chest vibrating with the sound.

Iso left you with his friends whilst he went to order your drinks. He navigated the crowded bar with ease, returning a few minutes later with drinks in both hands. He saw your eyes light up at the sight of your favourite drink in his hand. The strawberry milkshake was topped with whipped cream and a cherry, just the way you liked it. 

You settled comfortably on Iso’s lap, your soft hands playing with his hair, while he caught up with his group of friends around the table. They talked and laughed over beers, the camaraderie evident in their easy banter.

One of his friends voiced out, “You won big, Iso.” discreetly mentioning you.

“Yeah, didn’t expect you to soften up like this because you know… you’ve always been, rough.”

“Heh, wouldn’t be surprised if this dude ends up with flowers around him.”

Iso rolled his eyes, tightening his arms around you, seemingly annoyed with his friends’ remarks as they bursted into laughter. 

“Shut the fuck up…”

Suddenly, you started squirming on his lap, discomfort etched on your face. The loud noise and the overwhelming crowd were starting to get to you. Iso noticed immediately, his protective instincts kicking in.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Iso asked, his voice gentle and concerned, leaning in closer to hear you over the din of the club.

“S’ loud… hurting my ears…” you mumbled, leaning into him for solace.

Iso knew he couldn’t let you stay uncomfortable any longer. He leaned back, his hand coming up to fix the hair that had fallen over your face. Iso knew he shouldn’t have brought you here; you’ve always hated loud noises and big crowds. But, sighing, he realised you were too stubborn, and Iso just couldn’t say no when it came to you. 

Whatever his sweetheart wanted, he made sure to provide.

“Can I go, pleaseeeeeee can I can I?” you had pleaded, 

“Y/N, for the last time—” Iso had started, frustration evident in his voice. But then you looked up at him with those wide, pleading doe eyes, and his resolve crumbled.

“Alright, alright. But, you gotta stay with me at all times, okay?” he had relented, his voice softening as you cupped his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Thanks, Yuyu ~!”

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You shook your head in response, tightening your arms around his waist. “I wanna be with you…”

“Hey, hey, shh… I’ll always be with you, okay? Whatever you want, baby,” he reassured you, his lips brushing against your temple.

You didn’t respond, instead tightening your embrace, your face buried in his chest.

“Alright, how about we leave this party and go home? We can cuddle, watch your favourite movies, or… whatever you want. I’ll stay over at your house tonight.” He murmured into your ear, his calloused hands rubbing your back for comfort.

Your face lit up. “Really? Don’t you have work tomorrow—”

“It’s no big deal, yeah? Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he assured you, his smile warm and genuine.

Iso knew he'd get an earful from his boss for coming in late tomorrow, but it is not as bad compared to the thought of leaving you at home with tearful eyes while hugging his leg, pleading him to stay,

Trust me, this is not the first time. He could handle it.

Iso nodded as an assurance, which earned small kisses all over his face from you. He chuckled, relieved that he could put a smile on your face. When both of you left, his friends couldn’t believe their eyes.

“Told you, man, he’s whipped as hell. That dude is far gone!” one of them remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.

While waiting for Iso to put on your helmet outside, you asked, “Yuyu?”

“Yeah?” he responded, looking at you with those soft eyes that made your heart flutter.

“Can we get, um… ice cream on the way back?” you asked, your voice hopeful and sweet.

“Of course, I’ll take you to your favourite place. How about that?” he replied, a smile spreading across his face.

You nodded excitedly, your eyes sparkling as he securely fastened the helmet on your head.

(A/N): badboy!iso is my muse and i will die on this hill...

delicate lilac. | masterlist.

[kazvha]

MORE ISO HEADCANONS

• He knows where the best clubs are in the city: Awesome music. Impeccable vibes. If you like partying, he'd be happy to take you with him

• He knows where the best spots are in general. Just ask him something and he knows where to go. It can be clubs, foods, shops, places to chill, places with great scenery, etc.

• Iso's someone who lets his actions speak for him. He doesn't say much, and some may think that it's rude, but the people who are close to him know that he usually has no ill intentions

• You often do that thing where you're holding hands and your hands are in the pocket of his jacket

• When it's raining, you're walking together under his navy-colored umbrella. And Iso's leaning the umbrella more to your side so that your shoulder doesn't get wet

• If you're pushing the umbrella back because you also don't want him to get wet, it turns into a whole game of pushing the umbrella back and forth😩 In the end, the umbrella slips out of your hands and both of you get drenched in the rain

• He'd like to introduce you to his grandma one day, he's sure she'll like you bc I mean, you already succeeded in winning his affection

• When you're bored, you brush his bangs up and kiss his forehead. He'll let you braid his bangs and put hair clips in them too

• Pretty sure he has lilacs in a modern-looking vase in his room

• The first flowers he gifted you were also lilacs. If you only knew that in flower language lilacs mean 'first time feeling love for someone'... (ughh i love him so muchhh😭)

• You could stare for hours into his lilac-colored irises and their pattern, they're mesmerizing. There was a time in which Iso was insecure about his eyes, but he didn't show it. Your constant amazement made him appreciate his eyes a bit more

[brights-place]

Valorant Agent Headcannons

Pairings: None <33

Warnings: Fluff, Sillies, Headcannons,

A/N: My friend and I were rambling and writing stupid headcannons after playing a comp match so here we are \(･◡･)/

-Yoru is double jointed -Sage is heavily questioning her sexuality

-Omen is heavily questioning his mental insanity -Phoenix has a sneaker collection -Raze and KJ wake everyone up with there bots

-Chamber when he gets mad he starts speaking french sassily -Kay/0 has a file that's filled with comfort shows for the agents -Kay/0 knows how to make pancakes and makes them for everyone -Skye drags every new agent into a run in the morning -Omen once made every agent a knitted sweater for christmas… Ugly sweaters for life <33 -Breach makes good swedish sweets for everyone -Wingman would make beaded bracelets to agents he likes -Gekko bought a bead set for wingman so he could make more bracelets -When Kay/0 feels petty at an agent he will translate their mother tongue into english for the others to hear ESPECIALLY when someone talks shit (reyna) -Neon knows how to play Bass -All the young agents have tried to make a band together -Sage likes to gossip with Iso over tea and boba -When Clove’s pissed they make fanfics of the other agents >:D -Fade plays with her haunts like yarn (CANNON) -Astra collects seashells for Harbor -Sova has once had a snow globe obsession. He would bring them back to show his grandmother and place it on a shelf -Gekko has called older agents slang names -Viper is obviously a coffee woman and Reyna is a tea woman -Jett has tried to make Skyes birds move faster SHE WAS NOT HAPPY -Deadlock & Sova sometimes have a snowman building contest -KJ likes anime but also phoenix who hides it -Yoru and KJ know phoenix like anime Yoru found out by seeing Phoenix dance to anime songs -Yoru would bring back trinkets for them but denies he thought about them (LIAR)

-Reyna wants to take up crocheting

-Astra is really good at the drums

-Gekko has gotten curious on how his little friends taste he made a list

-Deadlock braids hair, and helps breach braid his

-Iso is really good at cooking and cooks with Jett in his spare time.

-Similarly, Jett and Iso have cook offs and get the other agents to vote

-Clove sneakily puts pride flag toothpicks in everyone's food

-Raze sneaks love letters in everyones lockersand watches with breach and laughs

-Harbour has a bath bomb addiction and collects them like an insane person

-Brimstone has reading glasses

-Cypher gets gifts from everyone on fathers day and also mothers day

-Kj likes making forts

-Chamber corrects the waiters pronunciation at french restaurants

-Reyna plays basketball with Gekko and helps him aim

-Phoenix is trying to learn how to sew so he can make better jackets due to Jett trying to take them

-Clove has an etsy and the only people that buy are breach and gekko

-Neon VS Gekko in any sports (NEON WINS PINOY PRIDE MFS) -Deadlock is scared of dogs

-When Neon gets sick every agent fears for their lives. Her sneezes are BIG (Zoomies) - Neon and Jett get the zoomies if they have energy drinks or coffee -Brim is a BBQ dad he makes good burgers -Imagine Fade looking into Deadlock's nightmares and seeing Cub instead of the bear -Cypher has tinkered with Chamber,Raze, and KJ’s is tech for funsies -Cypher will use people’s fetishes against them -Sova wears one of omens knitted scarves when he goes hunting -Omen gets overwhelmed by crowds sometimes so he likes to hide somewhere quietly -Jett would GRIND on Wuthering Waves and Honkai Star Rail

-Sova has different variations of prosthetic eyes and sometimes he gets gifted weirder or cooler looking ones for fun -Sova as a party trick has taken his prosthetic eye out and some younger agents who haven’t known scream like a banshee -Phoenix is a mama’s boy (I BELIEVE HE HAS TWO MUMS)

-Sage has binged Avatar The Last Airbender many times and takes inspiration from Katara

-Jett has a hidey hole full of other agents' belongings. Yoru’s knives, Phoenix’s shoes, Cyphers hat (sometimes)

-Yoru has tried time travelling, Phoenix jokes about it all the time

-When someone has a bad day, cypher watches over them over the camera to make sure they aren't doing anything bad to themself

-Yoru gives haircuts and is actually good, but he keeps yapping while using his different knives

-Gekko sings creep by radiohead in the shower when he's sad and Neon films from outside the door and jokes about it

-Omen gets too much candy due to being treated as a trick or treater

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[sovasleepy]

some things never change

[ iso x gn!reader ] - when iso sees the omega version of you, he lets himself take pity on you. his soft spot for you ends up being his downfall, leaving you to pick up the pieces for him.

tags: hurt/comfort, descriptions of blood and wounds, iso gets hurt, fluffy tho i promise, mild swearing, mentions of pain meds

notes: requested by anon i’m so sorry this took so long, but i hope you enjoy! it was super fun to write

lurking with a sniper wasn’t something iso was about to pride himself on, but he was doing it anyway.

the omega-earth agents knew he had a sniper, knew he would be perched in some high-up place, knew he would be watching an angle. so that’s why he wasn’t. he had wandered away from any obvious post he should be watching, opting instead to watch some ridiculous corner. it would catch them off-guard, he hoped.

“dammit— careful in kitchen, iso. lit up your twin good but he didn’t fall. last seen headed towards you.” brimstone’s voice came over the intercom.

“got it.” iso spoke back into his ear piece, voice a whisper.

the area they landed was code named icebox — the name was fit for the cold, snow-ridden biome. however, iso wasn’t outside right now. no, he was tucked into a corner down a hallway, scope of his sniper trained inside of a room that looked like it once served as a kitchen.

true to brim’s word, iso watched as his omega version stumbled in from the outside. limping, he held a hand over his side, blood coating the white material of his jacket. his finger was deadly close to squeezing the trigger when he heard your voice. almost your voice, anyway.

the voice sounded so dangerously close to your own, but it was foreign enough for him to know better. your omega version stumbled in behind him, his name falling off your tongue in a stage whisper.

maybe it was the cold environment. maybe it was the cold biting through his clothes, gnawing at him from the outside, the biting wind that had chapped his skin earlier, that was making it so damn hard for him to pull the trigger right now.

it had to be. it had to be, because if not, it was the way you held him. it was that desperate, shaking need in your voice as you begged omega-earth iso to stay with you. it was that pained look on your face as you held your hand to the wound on omega-iso’s side. it was the blood dripping over the ring on your hand, coloring the metal crimson.

the ring looked scarily accurate to his own.

he had gotten you matching rings for an anniversary a while back. it got in the way of working some times, but he would never admit that to you. you always looked so damn happy when he wore it, and he liked the feeling of having some part of you with him, so he wasn’t about to take it off.

he took a deep breath. he had to pull that trigger. he had to — it wasn’t his you. he knows how he would feel if the tables were turned, but he can’t help it, it’s his job.

before he can pull the trigger, a different loud crack echos through his ears. it takes him a few moments to register the burning hot pain throughout his body, but he’s passed out as soon as he does anyway.

he’s not quite sure how long it’s been when he wakes up again. to him, it felt almost as fast as blinking. he was there, and then everything was black. the first thing he can consciously recognize is your voice, shaky and cracking and clearly distressed, but it sounds almost like an echo, as though it was far away or he was underwater.

the next thing he can recognize is the feeling in his body. scratchy… sheets, maybe? he isn’t entirely sure. he’s trying to open his eyes, but it’s not quite working. the feeling has returned to his body, but the ability to control it hasn’t.

finally, the panic courses through him, and everything comes back all at once.

his eyes snap open and his hands move to the sides of the bed, sitting up. it’s in vain, apparently, as another jolt of pain shoots through his shoulder. he seethes and falls back against the bed.

his eyes snap open again though. almost on instinct, his gaze falls to your face. you look so worried, so concerned. your hands have blood on them and the once flawless ring has the crimson liquid now dried to it. still, you smile softly at him.

“hey…” your voice is quiet and still shaky, but there’s a level of comfort to it that iso can’t quite place. “you’re doing alright. do you remember what happened?”

iso swallows thickly before before giving a shaky almost-laugh. “i imagine i got hit.”

“yeah, that’s pretty accurate.” you reply. worry and sympathy is written clear across your expression. “uhm… look, you’re gonna be fine, but you’ve gotta be on bed rest for a little while.”

iso nods. “yeah… yeah i figured.”

there’s a short period of silence before you finally move. you turn toward the nightstand, where a bottle of water and a small container of pain pills sit. you open the pain pills first, dumping a few of them into your palm and holding your hand out. iso takes them from you.

you uncap the water bottle next. you wait as iso puts the pills in his mouth before you hold the water bottle up to his lips, letting him wash the medication down. you pull the bottle away, capping it again and setting it on the nightstand.

he clears his throat. “i could’ve- i could’ve done that myself, y’know.”

you smile softly at him as he speaks. he could’ve, you know he could’ve. “but you didn’t.”

a small smirk pulls at the corners of his lips. he doesn’t protest anymore, though, and lays his head back down against the pillow. his eyes slip closed for a moment, sleep already calling him again, but he forces himself awake. his body is tired, so so tired.

“you need to rest.” your voice cuts through the painful throb in the back of his head.

his eyes flick over to you. that worried look in your eyes is so, so close to the one that your omega version was giving the omega version of himself. he supposes it makes sense, the scenarios aren’t all that different.

“i know,” he finally responds. he’s uniquely aware of the scratch in his voice. “just… don’t want to quite yet.”

you hum thoughtfully as you move around the room. he’s not sure what you’re doing, but he couldn’t be bothered to sit up and check. a few moments later, you pad back over to his bedside.

“ok, well i need to change your bandages anyway,” your voice is soft still, but he doesn’t miss the worry in it.

“yeah, yeah…” he winces again as he moves to sit up. the pain is still in his shoulder, though he guesses he shouldn’t have assumed the pain meds would work so fast.

you take a deep breath before you move to unwrap the bandages against his shoulder. he doesn’t look down at it quite yet, but he can tell by the way your brows pin that he doesn’t look too good. his muscles are tense and he’s gripping the bed sheet a lot tighter than he’s even consciously aware of.

his breath hitches in his throat as you work, resisting the urge to pull away or tell you to stop. he knows that’s not really an option. he swallow thickly and takes a few more shaking breaths, before you smooth down the last of the bandages. you press a gentle kiss to the top of them when you’re done.

“how’s it look?” he asks as he lays down into the bed again.

you move to comb your hand through his hair almost subconsciously. “looks like a bullet wound.”

he gives you a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “i figured that much, smartass.” he replies, but his tone is playful.

“it looks fine. not great, obviously, but you’ll be fine.”

he nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer this time. he lays his head back against the pillow, and finally lets his eyes slipped closed again. you didn’t seem as distressed anymore, and he could let himself sleep with that knowledge.

[isofien]

jealous!bf iso x oblivious!reader 😭😭🫶🏽

would be super cute to see this, yes this is my alt btw LMAO.

jealous boy

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of harm, nsfw, petnames

A/N: drabbles // headcannons | nsfw at the end.

- i’ve said this once and i’ll say it again. iso is a yandere type of lover. he gets jealous, VERY easily. although, instead of talking it out, he’s one to do something.

- one time, phoenix was jokingly flirting with you before you and iso were dating and that ended up with a few cuts in phoenix’s favourite jacket.

- luckily for him he never got caught, although whenever phoenix gets too close for iso’s liking, he gives him a cold glare.

- jealous!iso is one to get angry easily, especially when you don’t understand that someone is flirting with you.

- doesn’t bring it up but will probably bring it up during sex // punishment sex or degrading.

- jealous!iso isn’t one to speak up but will intervene if someone is getting to close or needs to be put in their place.

- that could be: walking up to you and wrapping his arm around your waist and standing there, glares to the person, random kisses.

- iso’s not really a pda type person but all of that changes as soon as he gets jealous.

- one time had almost killed yoru because he wouldn’t stop wrapping his arm around you in a friendly way.

- possessive as fuck as well, will whisper in your ear about how yours his only.

— NSFW.

“fuck..!! fuck..!! yuyu s-slow down..” you whine out as his cock enters you at a rapid pace, your legs weakening as he goes faster and faster.

“..fuck.. can’t precious.. since you wanna be so oblivious.. you like getting other people’s attention..hm?” he teases as he pumps in and out faster, making you moan out.

“n-no y-yuyu im sorry..!! p-please!! t’much..!!”

“you should’ve thought of that before being so clueless to yoru..” he groaned out as he feel you get closer to your limit. he smirks, pulling out before you can cum. making you whine out.

“..i was so close.. y-yuyu please..”

“..beg and tell me who you belong to.. go on.”

[wisteriaiswriting]

Hey how's it going? You could do Brim, Harbor, Chamber, Iso , Yoru and Phoenix with male cat radiant (can be with gn) And I saw the first one you made and I loved it.

Agents With Male Cat Radiant

Words: 720

Old man and the cat he didn’t want (Absolutely loves and want’s you.)

Kinda over-buys toys, scratching posts and beds. (There are so many things in every room of the base.)

Speaking of, he’ll sit at his desk for hours using a laser pointer for you.

Keeps all the bells and louder toys away from his office and bedroom, letting you annoy the other agents with those.

His pet names aren’t that bad really; Handsome, Tiger (Or any big cat) and hairball. (When he’s annoyed with you.)

Keeps you away from his paperwork and anything else important in the office.

Has a folder full of you doing practically everything, which are filmed how you expect them to be. (Ranging from you just existing to you messing around with some toys.)

Isn’t the best at petting you, it’s rough but also gentle in a way. (He does get better though, don’t worry.)

This guy holds you in every way imaginable. (Holding you under your arms, in his arms etc.)

Another one to buy too many things, he’ll try to clean them up but ultimately you’ll just do it again.

Doesn’t have too many pet names, but has some; बिल्ली का बच्चा (Kitten), Ball of energy.

He just melts whenever he hears you purr.

You better hope you can handle baths, otherwise he’ll make it easy on the both of you and drops a ton of water on you. (Feels bad after and will coddle you.)

Also doesn’t care if you take up all the space on his bed, but if he’s that tired he’ll move you onto his chest.

While he loves you, please just stay away from his clothes. (Has a specific pair that he’s willing to get covered in your hair/fur.)

Chaton, boule de poils, beau gosse.

He still enjoys teasing you about anything; “You’ve made quite a mess, Chaton.” While actively using a lazer pointer to make you cause more chaos.

Only pays for the best items for you, and will not settle for anything less. (Is willing to get custom made ones.)

Tries to keep you away from the smaller parts of hiss guns, doesn’t want you to get hurt or lose something.

Commissions a collar for you? (Jk jk, unless?)

He’s not joking, buys the highest quality (But comfortable) one he can get.

Won't buy any toys / entertainment, but will lend you the money if you want anything.

亲爱的 (dear), 成套设备 (kit)

Can sit there for hours squishing your hand / paw beans, even messing with your claws.

If you have hair / fur, he’ll sit there and mess with it. Ruffle it, smooth it out, trys to braid some part of it.

Sometimes you’re not sure who’s the actual cat here, sure you are actually one, but he sure acts like it.

If you’re asleep on his bed / in his room, he’ll work around you, especially if you returned from a mission.

Makes sure you’re rarely hungry, leaves your favourite food in the pantry, and takes you out whenever.

Secret cat lover (Rather cats over dogs any day.)

Can sit for hours either watching or teasing you with anything he can get his hands on. (With his abilities there's a lot he can get.)

ベイブ (babe), ベイビー (baby), overgrown hairball

Is always down to play fight with you, scowling at the scratches you leave. (Isn’t that made though.)

Such an asshole as he uses his abilities to (lightly) tug on your tail, ears or hair then disappear.

Will wake you up if you’re in his way on his bed, isn’t afraid too.

Quietly jokes about getting you matching accessories, and he doesn’t mean gloves. (For you at least.)

He is so in love!!

Will spend all his money on anything and everything for you.

He’ll unironically take you to some cat cafes too, and I quote, ‘Go visit your fam!’

While he absolutely loves you, please stay away from his jackets, he doesn’t want any scratches on them.

Same goes for his shoes, but he’s def willing to buy more. (Gets matching pairs while he’s at it.)

God, some of his pet names are so cringy, but he’ll never stop; Kitten/kitty, baby, beautiful.

Tries to be nice about it but will kinda push you off if your claws dig into him, doesn’t enjoy the pain.

[caramel1mochi]

One Hazy Winter [Iso x F! Reader] [1]

[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 ]

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! ‎ ‎

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

Winter, one year ago.

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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.

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“Disgusting.”

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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.

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“Look on the bright side, at least.”

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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.

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“Like what?”

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“Look around you, observe the snow.”

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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.

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“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.

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“I understand.”

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For a moment, that was all he could say.

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“But… Y/N, you shouldn’t think about them every single day.”

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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.

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“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.

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“It looks just like you.”

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Yu stopped to get a glance at what you were looking at. Then, he chuckled.

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“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.”

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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.

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“How about we go home and watch a movie? I’ll even make you hot chocolate. What do you say?”

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“Movie?”

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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.

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“Can we take the movie out of the equation?” 

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…

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“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.”

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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.

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❤ฺ·。

Winter, present day.

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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.

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“There you are! I was getting worried.”

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.”

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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?”

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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?”

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“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.

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“Everything reminds me of them, Ying. And you remind me of him now. More than ever.”

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“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.”

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"Why would I be offended by that?"

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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.

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“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.

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❤ฺ·。

‎ 

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.

[peachdues]

Oh my favorite perfume connoisseur-

Any fragrance recommendations for that dark academia aesthetic?

Love you hope you're drinking water and resting welllllll 😤🫶🤍

MY BELOVED MUTUAL ASKING ME ABOUT MY NICHE INTEREST AND MY FAVORITE AESTHETIC?? SAY NO MORE!

Okay I *started* answering this and then tumblr cancelled on me bc it’s a hating ass bitch.

A lot of these are fall-coded but that’s because fall 🤝🏻 dark academia. I tried to throw in suggestions that can be worn in all seasons, though! I also tried to vary the price points too

Without further ado!

Novel by ALT fragrances — inspired by whispers in the library from Replica which is one of my all time favorites and I’m STILL salty they discontinued it. I haven’t personally smelled this one but I know so many people who swear it’s almost an exact match!

Notes: top (vanilla) • middle (pepper, cedar wood) • base (tonka bean • woodsy notes)

Indigo by Nest New York — this is one of the best tea scents on the market. I discovered this one last year and honestly it’s a personal favorite. I’ve been through two bottles. Dark and a little sultry but not overpowering and it still has some freshness!

Notes: Italian lemon • orange bergamot • Moroccan tea • Kashmir wood • wild figs

Invite only Amber by Kayali — I associate this fragrance with a snowy night at the library with old Christmas jazz playing in the distance. It’s on my rotation for this winter!

Notes: Amber resin • benzoin • Ceylon cinnamon

Monday by Arielle Shoshanna — ever wanted to smell like a London fog latte? Here’s your perfume!

Notes: bergamot • lavender • lemon zest • black tea • steamed milk • ISO-E super • sandalwood • vanilla • amber

City on Fire by Imaginary Authors — this is THEEEE dark academia perfume. One of its notes is literally labdanum. It doesn’t get more dark academia than that!

Notes: Cade oil • spikenard • cardamom • clearwood • dark berries • labdanum • burnt match

By the Fireplace by Replica — I mean it smells like a bit ol’ crackling fireplace and marshmallow. This smells fucking divine in the cold air in winter (bonus if you have a leather jacket!!). And it’s unisex!

Notes: clove oil • chestnut accord • vanilla accord

Gris Charnel by BDK — another wonderful tea scent. Something about tea scents just screams dark academia!

Notes: fig • black tea • cardamom essence • absolute of iris • bourbon vetiver • sandalwood • tonka bean absolute

L’eau papier by Diptyque — I meannnn it’s a paper-based scent but it smells HEAVENLY. I got stopped like five times wearing this once.

Notes: white musks • mimosa • blonde woods accord • rice steam accord

Coffee break by replica — this is my tried and true. The number one perfume in my collection and my most repurchased. It’s just perfect.

Notes: coffee accord • lavender • milk mousse accord

Honestly look through the entirety of Vilhelm’s perfumery. So many good dark academia scents. My favorites are Dear Polly, Poets of Berlin, and Opus Kore!

I hope the move went well!! Have you gotten settled in??

[luvlyycy]

VALORANT MENTIONED !?

please please please i need any sort of yoru content omg that beautiful japanese man… i crave him😞

or maybe even iso because he’s sooo cute 💗

btw ily mootie & your themes are always so pretty !

YORU MENTIONED !!! + ISO HEHEH. this is basically them as your boyfriends (sfw!!) ALSO TY FOR THE COMPLIMMENTTTTSSS ILY2 MOOTIEE

this is bcuz, they speak japanese n chinese heehe ¹-beautiful , ²-yoru/night , ³-iso , ⁴-heart n liver ,

YORU — ★ 夜 ²

• Yoru loves you to death, he'll go through anything just so his hands can touch you. Clingy is an understatement, if he's not by your side he may have seperation anxiety.

• He loves buying you food, especially foods he likes. He loves sharing his culture with you, even in subtle ways. He'll place pictures of his hometown in his room, stuffed animals of animals in his culture— just so you can look around your room 'n always think of him.

• When you approach him his face lights up. One time, you saw him pouting on his phone, his eyebrows furrowed as he did so. He mumbles something about Pheonix— you guessed they had been fighting. You quickly approach him with a quick, 'hi baby' expecting him to mumble to you— only for him to quickly stuff his phone in his pocket and grin at you— "Hi, utsukishī!"¹ he giggles out, his arms wrapping around you.

• He has a hard time showing affection in front of the other agents, but he will always hold your hand or hug you. He's a cuddler simply because he wants to be part of you. One time Sova caught him kissing your cheek multiple times, mumbling in between kisses he would say 'i love you'. Yoru would never live that down.

• You're ruining his tough guy persona !

ISO — ☆ 异 ³

• Iso's love language is acts of service. Flowers, stuffed animals, food, drinks. Anything, he'll buy it for you. Sometimes he'll even attempt to make you something, not that it always ends well. It's the thought that counts.

• He loves holding hands, it feels awfully intimate to him. Your delicate hand intertwined with his, squeezing every now and then to give him subtle confidence. He loves it. It makes him blush, and that's embarrassing.

• Please wear this man's clothing, it makes him crazy. He finds you so cute when you wear his big jackets, your nose buried in the jacket. You look like a cute turtle. He'll wrap his big arms around your body, and nuzzle his face into your cheek before placing kisses atop your head. "My xīngān..."⁴ he whispers into your hair.

• This man will stare at you. If you're uncomfortable with eyes on you, he's terribly sorry. He just can't look away, he wants to memorize every pore, every blackhead, every strand of hair, every eyelash, every vein— everything. He wants to memorize your entire face. He wants to memorize everything about you. He stares for a while, but you reciprocate by staring at him— when you stare it makes him get embarrassed.

• He loves sharing his music with you. He's the type of man to make playlists for you— he has a morning playlist, afternoon playlist, night playlist, and even cooking playlists. He puts them all together and he'll play them for you, and maybe— just maybe.. you'll catch him singing in his own language to you..

[sp8ce-queen]

mysterious boys and their big jackets

iso and crypto outfit swap :P

[jaiden-zhou]

(2) casual iso <3

contents: headcanons, reader is a uniqlo employee for plot purposes, self indulgent

part 2,, i couldnt help myself alright? its a little rushed but i just needed to get this out

this part is inspired, actually this whole casual iso thing is inspired by @angelltheninth 's pining! iso post

its actually really funny how i love pretty much all their posts and writing for at least six months and now just started following them thats how often i see their content in my feed i just never hit the follow button im sorry

part 1, part 3

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iso who starts giving you a discount on your drinks, just as long as you give him your employee discounts in uniqlo and the exclusive early news on unreleased lines and collabs

iso who talks to you like everyday now haha

iso who then starts to pine for you, hard

iso who most to all of the time has his eyes on you not just when you speak, he actually almost tripped on a curb because he was so focused on you

iso who low-key craves your attention, after the first time you hugged him after he accompanied you home, he's started wishing he could hug you for long periods of time

iso who gets teased by yoru and phoenix for crushing on you, he's already embarrassed enough with the realization he likes you

iso who gets flustered with every physical interaction you two have, hugs? freezes up a bit before wrapping his arms lightly around you (poor baby's a little awkward), tugging his hand along? cheeks dusted pink, the occasional brush against his fingers? ears a little red <3

iso who started carrying bluetooth earbuds when he's out with you instead of headphones, it gets him to focus on you more, and maybe.. you two can listen to music together.. with his earbuds

iso who insists on giving you his jacket (the one that you found for him cough cough) when he sees you tense and shiver in the cold, he can handle it so just take the coat, man's not taking no for an answer

iso who out of habit, sub-consciously leans more towards you to hear your voice better, sometimes he stops himself and gets a little embarrassed with how close he is to you

iso who at any location, on the bus or train, at the movies, at any point if you're falling asleep, he's going to tilt your head towards his shoulder. it's fine you're too much into sleep to see his faint blush and endearing eyes on you

iso who sometimes pays for your food, you've had a rough day at work? snacks on him, some customer got on your nerves? he's got you a drink to cool you off <3

iso blushes a lot when you thank him, sometimes it's that same earnest smile you gave when you got him that jacket, sometimes it's a tired relieved smile with a small quiet thanks and your eyes are looking at him so sweetly and a little dazed from fatigue it makes his breath hitch and heart race a bit. "always.." he murmurs

iso who starts getting a little jealous when he's around you yet your attention is mainly on someone else, it gets a little much for him

iso who is a little noticeably annoyed when he sees you doubling over in laughter from gekko's stories, you two seem to be having a lot of fun

iso who doesn't know how to deal with how he's feeling, so whether he realizes it or not, he starts creating a bit of distance

iso takes his leave silently, going to the tea shop to work even on his day off to get his mind off of his envy

iso who left his phone on do-not-disturb full silence and in a locker so he doesn't look at it, meaning he doesn't see the worried texts and numerous calls to him from you asking if he's okay and where he went off to without telling you

iso who on his break in the back still without his phone and doesn't take mind of the bell that rings whenever the door opens and he just thinks it's another customer

iso who is surprised when it's you showing up through the door in a bit of disarray, heavy breaths, and chest heaving from exhaustion

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"granny!" you barge through the door in labored pants. "granny, have you seen where zhao yu is? he hasn't picked up at all."

the elderly woman's mood is quite calm, maybe too much for your worry.

"oh yes, he's here, zhao yuuu! come out!" she beckons iso before he steps out curiously, eyes wide when they meet your own.

"what's goin' on-"

"where have you been?!" you cut him off in an approaching fury. "i've been texting and calling for hours, why didn't you tell me you left? why didn't you tell me where?"

he senses you're upset with him, pissed beyond what he's seen from you. and he panics.

"i.. granny called me in to ask me to work-"

"bullshit, yu." ah, you caught him. "if that was the case you would've at least told me, why?"

iso's hesitant, and his eyes show it the most when they lock contact with your hardened gaze before it softens into a vulnerable, pleading one.

"please.. don't lie to me." and his resolve breaks when he hears the pain and desperation in your voice. iso's head hangs low and his eyes are now everywhere else but your own. "you made me really worried."

"i know, i know." he admits quietly and he can't help but lean close to rest his forehead on your shoulder. "i'm sorry.."

he's so quiet about it, ashamed about how immaturely he handled it and causing you stress, akin to somewhat like a kicked puppy.

"i'm sorry i tried lying to you," he starts off again, your hand swinging over his shoulder and the other at the back of his head to bring him in an embrace. he spills, voice is a little muffled against your shoulder. "i'm sorry i left without telling you, worrying you and having you run to find me. i'm sorry for not picking up or responding at all, that was childish of me.."

"but why?" you begged for a reason, he's closer to you than ever, torso flushed to yours and your grip firm, it makes him feel like he's melting as he indulges himself more into your arms. still hesitant.

"i'm.. sorry, i was.." he pauses, his face heating up with having to admit this to you of all people. "i didn't like.. i.."

gosh he'll never hear the end of this from yoru and phoenix.

"i was jealous" he whispered so quietly, if he was any farther than now you wouldn't have been able to catch it and honestly, he was hoping you didn't.

"oh, yu.." his heart soars at your soft voice. you pull away with a light giggle, just enough to see him, his face flushed with a slight pout.

you lightly brush his fringe apart, caressing his face and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead in a silent confession. iso's eyes are squeezed shut, red in the cheeks as his stomach does flips before giving into his desires and burying his head into the juncture of your neck to hide away from embarrassment. <3

[f6bron]

currently thinking of hybrid!chamber and hybrid!iso…

chamber

hybrid!chamber is the type to keep nagging you while you’re deep into working on your project, clearly not caring how busy you are. he wants your attention, and you must give it to him.

“vin, i’m still working on something.”

“i don’t care…”

you sighed, “we’ll cuddle in 10 minutes, alright?”

“you’ve been saying that for the past 30 minutes, amour…” he said, burying his face into the crook of your neck again, his fluffy ears now flat against his head.

brat hybrid chamber. brat hybrid chamber. brat hybrid chamber.

would give you the silent treatment if you forgot to give him the kiss of the day. though, he prefers making out with you.

chamber would never stop rubbing himself on you, in other words, marking you with his scent. he hates the way his scent gets mixed up with others’ whenever you came back from a mission.

so, the usual post-mission ritual is to have you stay in his room while he pamper fucks you with so much love because the hybrid missed you sooo much (god forbid the two of you get separated or else hell will break loose).

trust me, he’s a good boy. as long as he gets enough attention, cuddles and kisses from you, he’s content <3

iso

oh, truly the epitome of sweetheart.

hybrid!iso doesn’t complain much, but sometimes he does get bad days.

would cling onto you 24/7 like his life depends on it. doesn’t matter what time and where you are. it’s just him being protective possessive.

whenever both of you are deployed together during missions, he would follow you everywhere you go. like a lost puppy, or should i say, like he’s your pocket duelist.

iso has to make sure you’re in his sight at all times, so u wouldn’t get injured. he would never let that happen.

“aren’t you supposed to be with cypher?”

he shook his head nonchalantly, “wanna be with you instead.”

and iso always tries his best to show you how skillful he is at something, just so he could receive praises from you. it’s the only thing that keeps him going <3

“you did great today, good boy ~” you said as you ruffle his hair and rubs his ears, his tail wagging in excitement. you could tell he’s trying to hide his blush with the collar of his jacket, but failed.

[hel-looks]

Mette, 31

“I’m wearing trifted Nike basketball shorts, a vintage leather jacket from Fida Iso Roba, a corset top and my all time fave @frejawewer x Asics running shoes. The bag is from a vintage store in Göteborg last summer. I soak in inspiration like a sponge from wherever I lay my eyes on. I’d say that my style is a combo of chic & tomboyish. If you see something you like don’t be afraid to ask strangers what they are wearing!”

29 May 2024, Laivakatu