League of Legends x Male Reader Oneshots

Yasuo x Male Reader

Title: "Hangover Stupidity"

Note: I was a bit sick while writing this. I wasn't feeling well while writing, so I'm sorry if it's bad. I'm probably gonna redo this oneshot soon. I have no idea how archery is, so this is all freestyle and also

Quiver- an archer's portable case for holding arrows

It was a peaceful day in Ionia. The sun was rising, the birds were chirping, the sound of river nearby running had calmed you down, and you had just woken up.

You were an archer, but a retired one. Your old life of hunting down Noxians and other trespassers on your land were far into your past. You liked the isolating quiet in the woods, but sometimes you wished that the heavens would make things interesting for your life.

Rubbing your eyes, you sat up from your bed. For the first time in what felt like decades, you had finally gotten some sleep. It felt like drinking a cold glass of water during a sunny day in summer. You sighed, starting your morning stretch.

As soon as you stood up, you heard about 4 pops already. Were you really getting that old? You frowned, annoyed, but continuing to stretch anyways. You wouldn't let a single thing ruin your morning. Not even your crooked spine.

By the time you were done, you swear you had aged 10 years younger. You felt more alive, and fluid. It was like you were in your prime. Well, you are but you'd rather spend your days peacefully in a small house in the woods.

Do you? You loved archery... You loved the small adrenaline rush you would get when your arrow hit your target. You stared at your bow from across your room, conflicted. Maybe, one last practice after meditation wouldn't hurt... You excitedly grabbed your bow and 5 arrows, placing them in your quiver, and exiting your room. You still had to meditate. Unfortunately... It was family tradition.

You headed straight for your front porch, and sat right on the floor. You slowly placed you bow and quiver on the floor, and sat right next to it. You positioned yourself, preparing for meditation.  You couldn't wait for the hour to finally pass, so you could practice one last time.

Closing your eyes, you started focusing on your spirit. You timed your breathing in a slow pace.

Your thoughts had suddenly drifted to wondering if there was more to your life than what you were currently doing. If maybe you could find your destiny here. Would you find something in your life that felt like love or just love at all? It's not like the man of your dreams would just fall from the sky,

Right?

Just then, you were interrupted from your thoughts as a large object crashed right down from your roof onto the floor in front of you. You flinched from the sudden impact of the object on the ground. You were slowly fluttering your eyes open, when the object... groaned?

Your eyes immediately shot wide open. The object that had fell from the sky was no object, it was a man. A man who looked like he hadn't taken a shower in a year. He had twigs in and on his hair, his clothes looked torn and unwashed, his hair looked like it had never been out of it's ponytail, his eyes had dark circles, and his stubble looked messy (if that was even possible) You had no idea why, but in that moment you realized

You really liked men who looked like they hadn't slept in years.

The man ran his fingers through his hair facing away from you. Him not knowing you were there, you said to him

"Who are you?"

He flinched, surprised at your presence. His hand ready to take his blade from it's holster. Staring right at your soul he said