#Valorant Scenarios

[art-missy]

"Could you give me a hug ?"

You raised your eyes from Dizzy nuzzled in your arms to look at Gekko. He was playing with Mosh who was bouncing in his hands. You looked around his room, met Wingman's eyes who shook his head, then looked back at the initiator sitting next to you.

"Huh ?"

His eyes never left yours and you noticed Mosh's focused on you.

"A hug," he repeated. "Could I have one, pretty pretty please ?"

You raised an eyebrow and kept caressing Dizzy who was slowly purring in your arms.

"We hug everytime and everyday, Mateo."

"No," he shook his head. "I always hug you and you accept it like a pet animal at the veterinary centre accept its fate."

You looked down for a second, thinking thoroughly about his words. He was right. You never initiated hugs, kisses or intimacy. You were okay with having physical contact with him and he was one of the rare people to have that right. But initiating never came to your mind.

"True," you murmured.

You looked back at him and he smiled gently at you.

"Do you wanna try ?"

His tone was warm and supportive, just like him. You nodded and settled Dizzy against the pillow of his bed. He put Mosh down, stood up and opened invitingly his arms. You looked at him and paused.

How were you supposed to initiate ? You knew you were supposed to just wrap your arms around him but where exactly ? Around his waist ? His neck ? His torso ? Were you supposed squeeze him ? If so, gently or tightly ? Were you supposed to pat his back—

"Hey," he interrupted your thoughts. "There is no good way to do it. It's just something that you do with your heart. And I know you have a big one."

You blinked and heard Wingman calling you. You looked behind and saw him hugging Thrash, as if setting an example. A small giggle escaped your lips and you stood up, looking back at Gekko. You took one nervous step towards him, as if testing the water and he just nodded, encouraging you.

You wrapped your arms around him. You didn't know in which way, and you did not care. You just pressed yourself against him. Your face hidden in his chest, your fingers clenched on his t-shirt before raising until caressing his nape.

"Am I doing good ?" you asked, your voice muffled by the fabric of his t-shirt.

"You're doing great," he murmured.

You felt him shivering against you. Your other hand gently squeezed his hip, the fabric of his t-shirt bending under your hand, the pads of your fingers grazing a bit of his skin. His chest raised shakily against your face and his breath hitched.

You looked up and saw him staring down at you. His face was red.

"Is everything alright ?" you asked.

"I'm doing perfect, cariño," he breathed out. "I should ask for a hug more often."

You took a step back but Gekko grabbed your waist.

"Your turn," he grinned. "Ready for one helluva hug ?"

[the-angeleno]

gekko x female reader where like basically finds her super attractive and is nervous to talk to her so reader starts to think he doesn’t like her since hes so social w the other agents I hope that kinda makes sense?? Also hes so bbg<33

FIRST IMPRESSIONS! gekko x f!reader ✴ fluff!! no warnings!

[note!!] ↳ i apologize for taking so long with requests, i was just overwhelmed and flooded with so many and then uni got super chaotic but we made it! merry christmas / happy holidays!

mateo’s introduction to the protocol went as smooth as being introduced to by reyna could go. he’s not sure exactly what she said to get him in, as it seemed to be pretty exclusive and he’s not entirely sure if he has the professionalism they were looking for. 

he doesn’t, but they don’t seem to mind. well, brimstone has complained here and there about how difficult the boy was to reach, he never answered his phone or replied to his texts but the motherfucker was always on tiktok whenever the protocol held meetings.

he got away with a lot by practically being reyna’s little brother, everyone was too scared to do anything to reprimand the boy. other than viper of course, nothing scared that woman it seemed.

being one of the younger agents, and the newest, left him anxious, but as time went on, he’s gotten his own seat at the table. he knew what the first day jitters felt like, how everything was intimidating, and he had already known reyna prior and she still kind of scares him so he can’t imagine how intimidating the woman would be to you. 

brim asked beforehand if anyone wanted to step up and show you the ropes, before gekko even had the chance to volunteer, almost every head in the room turned to him anyway.

“i’d be honored.” he bowed dramatically, turning to harbor, “i’ll make you proud coach!”

he didn’t. not because he was a bad coach necessarily, he just couldn’t get a proper sentence out without bumbling like a fool. 

the new agent was really pretty, and mateo’s had crushes before in the past but nothing like this, where the moment he looked at her he felt the carpet pull out from under him.

nobody else seemed affected by your beauty, even chamber seemed too occupied with his work to ogle at you. the knowing looks from jett and phoenix only made him more flustered as he knew his attraction to you was written all over his face.

neon and raze were stifling laughter, watching his sad attempt at demonstrating how to defuse a spike. 

“s-so yeah um .. after y’know c-clearing corners and stuff you uh… um usually brim will c-comm? yeah he’ll comm us  uh let us know the game plan.” he clears his throat, looking down at his hands and shaking his head in an attempt to clear out his thoughts. 

you watched him with such a kind expression on your face, it was almost a little infuriating how good you were at maintaining eye contact with him, mateo feels like he might die of heatstroke with how hot his face has become. 

you notice how nervous he is and hesitantly reach for him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“hey i know we just met and all, but i promise i'm not gonna kill you…” an awkward laugh accompanied your words, and you couldn’t hide some of the hurt in your voice. why was he so terrified of you? “i’m not! scared of you or anything-“

“did i do something that made you uncomfortable?”

“no! nothing like that you’re just uh..” he looks around the room, relieved when he sees the others seemed to have moved on from watching his horrible teaching skills. 

he glances at his critters, dizzy curled up as always in slumber, wingman on the couch waving his arms excitedly in support of his train of thoughts.

he breathes deeply, before finally meeting eyes with you. 

“you’re just really pretty.” he says, without stuttering, or losing eye contact, and the intensity of it all leaves a red hot flush to climb up your neck and up to your cheeks.

“o-oh.” you stutter, mind going a mile a minute because what the fuck do you even say to that? you just met him, but you can’t deny how attractive he is too. you bite back a smile and look down in embarrassment.

“thank you… that’s sweet of you to say.” 

“yeah but i just made things weird.”

“no you didn’t, things don’t have to be weird if we don’t make it weird.” you reassure, nudging his shoulder.

“now you said something about brim giving comms, do we wait for an OK before defusing or should we defuse as soon as we reach the site?”

he was grateful for the change in topic, and with that finally off his chest he was able to finally get his wavering voice back under control.

“yeah so he’ll comm with the OK; if everything is clear and it’s safe to defuse then go for it and regroup before evacuating.”

your first mission goes surprisingly well, gekko at your side through the whole thing, watching your back with every corner you turned and alerting you of enemies you missed before taking care of them himself.

he was the perfect partner anyone could ask for really, so when the other agents were hyping you up for your performance you couldn’t help but redirect the praise to mateo.

every mission went on like that, a success, the two of you made an incredible team. it wasn’t until six months later, on one of the biggest missions you’ve yet to go on, that you really showed the other agents in the protocol just how much you’ve grown.

“that quick scope was insane even reyna was impressed!” phoenix says over the sound of his comrades whooping and cheering you on.

“who knew our new agent would be our new little prodigy?” jett cooed, pinching at your cheeks. you swat her hand away, laughing at her teasing.

“nah it was all gekko and really i wouldn’t have gotten off that shot without dizzy and the spike wouldn’t have been defused without wingman. i just have the best coach, right ‘teo?” you turn to look at him and he grins, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into a side hug.

“of course hermosa, with me showing you the ropes you’ll kick everyone’s ass, radiant or not.”

his little compliment left you flustered, quick to hide your face into his neck, before feeling the vibrations of his laughter rumbling against his chest. he tilts his head down to peek at you,

“why’re you hidin’ chica?” he smirks knowingly, you were always so easy to fluster, it was incredibly endearing.

he pouts his lips out in a kissy face, laughing when you groan and roll your eyes at him.

the other agents watch silently as the two of you, almost in your own world, tease and bicker with each other back and forth, mateo’s arms still wrapped around your waist.

“i dunno why i let you take all the glory for our missions, i’m gonna stop being humble-“

“you? humble? chalè chica have you met yourself?” his words are all bark no bite, if the grin on his face was any indication.

you stuck your tongue out at him, and he sticks his right back, blowing a raspberry in your face and laughing when you yell and swat at him for spitting on you.

jett and neon share a knowing look, they bet on how long it’d take for the two of you to get together, and neon couldn’t hide the smirk on her face.

“not too late to forfeit~”

“no way, they’ve been dancing around each other like this for months im telling you they’re both too dumb to do anything for at least another two months-“

“yea like how it took you and phoenix two years to finally confess to each other?” she teased before quickly ducking the fist jett sent her way.

“wish someone would look at me like that.” chamber mutters, glancing over at viper who whistles absently, busying herself with some papers on her desk that suddenly need to be reorganized.

“can you let me go now?” you whined at him, giving him your most promising pout, he tilted his head in faux consideration, before shrugging, 

“nah. don’t want to.” 

“so you’re just gonna hold me hostage here?”

“don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“i don’t, you spat on me.” 

“okay and you drooled on me on the way back to base-“

“shut up! you were the one who insisted i slept on your shoulder-“

“yeah because i didn’t wanna deal with you whining later about your neck hurting-“

“teo, let me go so i can punch you.”

“no can do, hermosa.”

“i’ll knee you in the balls.”

he pouts again, debating if he should free you from his embrace, before he gets the chance to, you lean forward on your tiptoes and plant an obnoxious smooch on his lips, prying yourself free from him when he loosens his grip in surprise.

“HA!” you laugh maniacally, running away from the boy who was already chasing you,

“oh so that’s how you’re gonna play huh?” he yells, ignoring brimstone who is shouting at the two of you to stop running around HQ.

“did you not just see what she did!” he whines like a child, glaring at neon and jett who are trying to stifle their laughter to no avail.

you run and hide behind raze and killjoy on the couch, catching your breath, you peek your head over and spot mateo,

“you’re harboring a criminal, release her.” he declares to the couple, and raze rises, holding her arms out in front of you, blocking you away from gekko.

“you gotta get through me first.” she stands firm, winking at killjoy who only rolls her eyes at the idiocy happening before her.

“can you guys take this fight back to the playground please?” she asks, turning over on the couch to look down at you. you hold your finger to your lips, a dramatic sh! the only response offered to her.

she tries to flick your forehead but you are quick to swat her hand away, earning a snort from the engineer before she turns to sit forward on the couch. 

“what are her crimes even?” killjoy asks and you feel your face burning before mateo even opens his mouth. 

“i was holding her hostage in a hug and she kissed me to escape-“ 

“oh god gross-“ raze’s arms falter.

“are you two fucking serious?” neon says in fake disgust.

“ew guys get a room-“ killjoy remarks with a loud groan.

“GROSS!” chamber shouts from across the room.

with you defenseless, mateo is quick to dive over the couch, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder in one fell swoop.

he ignores your shouts and demands to be put down as he carries you away to an empty meeting room, closing the door behind him with his foot before setting you down with a mischievous smirk on his face. 

“look at the scene you caused, mensa. now everyone knows about your dirty little tricks.” he had you pushed up against the door, his face incredibly close to yours, and you were suddenly grateful he had carried you off like that, away from the eyes of your comrades who probably have an idea of what’s going on back here anyways.

the close proximity leaves you flustered, but the competitive side of you can’t seem to back down to mateo.

“didn’t expect you to get so worked up over a little kiss, you got a crush on me or something?” you teased, sounding more confident than you actually felt.

he leans closer, lips nearly touching yours before gliding upwards and caressing the shell of your ear. 

“maybe i do, but the thing is cariño…” his lips trail down your cheek, stopping right over yours, “i think you like me too.” he breathes a laugh against you and it sets you aflame, your heart pounding incessantly in your chest. 

“should i kiss you this time and find out?” his lips are centimeters away from your own, his hands that are now cupping your jaw tilt your head upwards to brush against his lips, a gasp slipping past them to which he chuckles amusedly at. 

the anticipation of his touch practically eating you alive at this point, how desperate you are to feel his lips against yours again.. you swallow, biting back your pride before nodding, 

“please… ‘teo-“

his lips are against yours in an instant, eager and passionate, moving with a desperation you hadn’t anticipated. you reach up to pull him closer by the neck, kissing him back with just as much passion and fervor.

he bites down on your lip, smirking against you when you whine and open up for him, he’s quick to use the opportunity to slip his tongue in to taste you properly.

sweet like saccharine, he couldn’t get enough, the feeling of your tongues intertwined has him dizzy, his brain short-circuiting.

he can’t believe he’s finally kissing you, finally tasting the lips he’s been craving since the day he first laid eyes on them. 

you whine his name, muffled in between kisses as he sucks particularly hard on your tongue, leaving you breathless and desperate for air. 

prying the boy off of you, you finally manage to catch your breath, panting harshly against him as he smirks at you.

“yeah you definitely like me, ‘please teo!’ he mocks and you hide your face in his neck, groaning and punching him lightly on the chest.

“you’re such an ass mateo."

[note!!] ↳ this might be ass, ngl i wrote it high on my phone at like 2am, i think the second half with all the other agents is kinda wild n messy but so is mateo so shhh. - feel free to send in more reqs!!

[swiftyangx12]

When you have a HUGE collection of weapons

[A/N] = Alias/Your Valorant agent name

[A/N]: *About to leave for an assignment* Now, which ones should I bring with me-

[As they opened their closet, all of the firearms and Melee weapons fell on them.]

[A/N]: *Buried in the pile of their mess* I really need to clean that up.

Gekko: [A/N], we’re about to leave soon.

Clove: Yeah. We better go before Brim gets us.

Gekko: You ready? *Enters their quarters* [A/N]?

[A/N]: *Pushes a hand out of the pile* Here!

Gekko: What are you doing in there? Come on. *Helps dig them out of the pile*

Clove: *Picks up some knives* Where did ya get these?

[A/N]: I got them as part of the bundles. *Finally free from the mess* And you can borrow them if you want to. I have way too many for the closet.

Clove: Maybe ease your bundle hunting.

[swiftyangx12]

Hey! Thank you for the HCs!

I tried to create some ideas for requests, hoping if it helps engage others to explore other concepts to try out.

Hi! So I’m not sure what your character limit is for writing and I don’t want to overwhelm you.

May I request HCs of KAY/O and Chamber with a VP agent [Reader] [Gender Neutral] [Platonic or Romantic, your choice] who is a highly intelligent, well-built android in an extremely detailed human disguise?

They act like any human you may encounter and they’re playful at times. Only thing that tells them apart out of other individuals is they can detach and reattach their limbs/appendages for maintenance.

Heyyy this request is sick bro. Love your creativity.

Lovely idea fr!!! (I love robot/android OCs and I have one too ;)

KAY/O | KILL ALL YOUR OPPONENTS

- I'm sure KAY/O definitely will know from the start that you are an android. I headcanon he has some scanners in his visor (and his ZERO/PONT)

- I bet he would be a little hesitant about you at first, but he just needs some reassurance that you are not a danger to his human friends in this universe :)

- In his universe you were an android too (but I'll let you headcanon what kind of android (protector or a weapon to radiants ;) )

- With that being said - he would absolutely appreciate you, like imagine - he was the only robot in the rooster and now he has an android friend

- He would be very curious about your origins, who are your creators and stuff

- Your playfulness will be very fun for him. He has a playfulness and smugness to himself, so you would make a good pair Imo!

- KAY/O definitely would keep it a secret that you are an android if you'd want that. (Brim would be the only person he'd tell the truth)

- He would be super concerned if you'd get hurt, but then realise that you can reattach limbs for maintenance like him and he would get embarrassed by his concern.

Chamber | VINCENT FABRON

- Oh, boy, this man doesn't have chill. I'd recommend you be careful with him.

- Remember the time he said that he needs an "arm" of Astra? He would like to "explore" how you work too.

- But I bet he wouldn't realise you are actually an android fully. Only if you told him yourself.

- He would try to flirt with you, like he does with EVERYTHING that moves, and it is your choice to answer to his courtesies or not.

- I bet he'd try to give you flowers and gifts just to get into your trust.

- He enjoys your playfulness and mystery very much, but, from a distance. He'd try to keep his cool in every situation.

- The first time you detached your arm to get it fixed - his jaw dropped. but of course he shook his head and made it seem like he wasn't impressed.

- He'd compliment you on all battle achievements and would try to pry on getting more info how you work ;)

I hope you'll like it, have a good day 💖

[angelismmm]

ngl been thinking ab getting fucked dumb by stressed out boyfriend (or husband be creative idc). usually during intimacy, he was so vanilla with you, the small moments you have together and your pleasure matters the most. honestly your pleasure is his, biggest kink is your body and whatever gives you the most pleasure. but today wasnt the brightest, not the greatest day, definitely the worst, everything imaginable that was bad happened, he just couldn't take it 'till he got home, seeing you sitting on the couch with a smile, after waiting such a long time, you see your significant other, but he didn't have a smile across his face, no, more like a mad expression, but didn't want it to get to you. so he just tried to not talk to you, instead of what he thought would happen; you not bothering him about it anymore. you instead tried to help, and he thought of something that you could help him with. here you are, legs on his shoulders, harsh thrusts that made you moan into the fingers in your mouth, "you like that don't you? naughty slut. you deserve all the punishment i'm giving you now. don't back out now." the belly bugle on your tummy, how easy it was for him to slip in and out of your hole, it can describe already how many rounds you've gone through, and all he said he wouldn't stop 'till sunrise.

sorry for lack of posts tryna finish single dad genshin men with seperatw characters or might just do the scenario and say oh these characters would do this, anyw love yall ill get to my reqs soon, just sit tight bro

[darkwicks]

calling them by their real name instead of their pet name

FEATURING Cypher, Phoenix, Sova, Yoru (separate) | gender-neutral reader; fluff, established relationship; pet names used: babe, baby, honey, my love; no beta we die like Cypher in cinematics | wc: 300-500 each

AO3. masterlist. request rules. | reblogs and comments are always appreciated!!

“My love, can you get me a drink, please?”

“I don’t know, Amir, can I?”

The way he slowly turns around to look at you is comical. The fact that his mask already looks like a surprised expression didn’t help you, either. You quickly drop the amusement on your features, raising an eyebrow and staring blankly at him instead. Without looking at the remote, he pauses the programme on the television as he stares at you, flabbergasted.

“Did I forget something?”

You purse your lips. “What do you mean?”

“You called me Amir.”

“That’s your name.” You feign confusion. “What’s wrong with it?”

He gets up from the couch and makes his way toward you with urgency. You’re holding back a laugh as he holds your hands in his, trying to read your expression and figure you out. You didn’t think it would actually work on him. Calling him babe had been a slip of the tongue, but ever since it happened, he’s been adamant you call him that instead of Cypher. Considering you’re both often at work, that nickname is reserved for behind closed doors, within the walls of your own home.

“Are you angry at me?”

You can’t hold it in anymore—you burst into giggles, the sound filling the otherwise quiet room. Realising what you’re playing, he lets out a relieved sigh and warily takes a seat. Your little stunt had made him weak in the knees. You didn’t think it would actually work.

“I’m sorry. It was a joke,” you manage to say through your laughter. “I just wanted to see how you’d react.”

He slouches over. “You could have killed me.”

“It’s okay, Cypher.”

“No,” he retorts. “Not Amir. Not Cypher.”

“But that’s your name.” You can practically see the frown on his face when he looks up at you. “Why can’t I call you that?”

“It’s not good for my heart.”

“Okay, okay,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer. His arms come to loop around your waist as he buries his face in your chest. “Is this better, honey?”

“Much better.”

Pet names had come naturally for you and Phoenix. He can’t go a sentence or two without saying love or babe. He’s affectionate with you, physically and verbally, and after watching a clip of it online, you wanted to know what he’d do if you said his name instead. 

You’re relaxing on the bed as he lays his head on your lap, sinking into the softness of your thighs. You’re still engrossed in the article you’re reading on your tablet. It’s far more interesting than you’d initially given it credit for. It’s not related to the upcoming deadlines by any means, but you’re so close to going insane after nagging your group mates several times the past week. Phoenix staying over for the weekend is the perfect opportunity for you to ease your worries. 

You’ve decided to test out the theory today, feeling particularly mischievous this afternoon. He fiddles with your fingers, staring up at the ceiling in complete boredom. You initially planned for it to be a lazy day today, having had an exhausting week, but as always, your beloved Jamie can never sit still.

“I’m just sayin’, we should go do something,” he complains and takes the tablet off your hands, tossing it to a random corner of the mattress. “You’ve been studying all week. You’re neglecting me, your boyfriend. Let’s go out and do something. Anything.”

“Sure, Jamie,” you reply offhandedly. “I’m done here anyway.”

“Great, I—Jamie?” he says incredulously, shooting you an offended look. “That’s not my name.”

“But it is your name.”

“No, I’m babe or baby. I don’t know who Jamie is.”

You glance down at him, lips curling into an amused smile. “That would be you, Jamie.”

“See? You’re doing it again!” He huffs, his brows furrowed together as he stares at you in disbelief. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing! I’m just talking to you like I always do,” you say, holding in a laugh. “You’re the one who’s acting weird.”

“Call me properly.”

“Jamie.”

“No!” he groans. “It’s babe!”

You finally let the laughter free, your shoulders shaking with mirth as you throw your head back. After calming down, you look back at him, beyond entertained by the pure displeasure on his face.

“God, fine, you big baby.”

“That’s still not it.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh and pretend to be annoyed, playfully rolling your eyes. “Okay, babe, let’s go out.”

“That’s more like it,” he grumbles. “Calling me Jamie. You’re so rude. I thought you loved me.”

Needless to say, you got exactly what you wanted.

Drowsiness still lingers in your system as you drag your slipper-clad feet across the wooden floor. There’s something about winter that just leaves you so fatigued all the time. You’re more used to the summer heat, feeling the sun’s rays warming your skin and sipping cold drinks. Here, there’s nothing but snow, and as much as you love Sasha, how he can willingly stay in this kind of weather is beyond you.

As if he could sense your plight, he wraps a hand around your waist and slides a warm drink your way. An idea goes off in your head. Sleepiness be damned—you need to tease this man now. Composing yourself, you take the mug and offer him a warm, appreciative smile. 

“Thank you, Alexander.”

He freezes, a frown overtaking his features. “Have I done something wrong?”

The genuine confusion and distress in his tone makes it increasingly difficult to keep up your charade. He’s no stranger to your mischief; you tease him more times than he can count. Someone has to keep him on his toes, after all. Who else is perfect for the job, if not you? Still on a kick, you pretend nothing occurred, taking a sip of the drink and looking at him curiously.

“What?”

“You called me Alexander.” He stands in front of you, lips pursed in concern. His voice is soft, guilty over something that he didn’t do. “You never do that.”

You shrug casually. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Talk to me,” he says pleadingly, reaching out to cradle the side of your face. “What did I do?”

What was meant to be a silly joke winds up making you feel guilty. You only wanted to see how he’d react. The thought of actually upsetting him weighs heavy on your shoulders so you decide to give up the act, wanting to spare his feelings. Toying with someone as earnest as him was a terrible idea. 

“I was just kidding,” you chuckle awkwardly. “I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry.”

He breathes a sigh of relief. “Really?”

“Really.” You gently clasp your hand on top of his and nod, giving him a reassuring smile. “I owe you some good loving now, don’t I?”

He returns the gesture, although there’s a hint of exasperation in his. “Yes. You do.”

You spend the rest of the morning glued to his side. He stays closer to you, talks to you more carefully. It takes several kisses for him to finally relax and be able to put his mind at rest. You’ll play around in a less worrying way next time.

You love getting on Yoru’s nerves.

You know it. He knows it. Everyone knows it. Even before you got together, you teased him a lot, revelling in his irritation. It’s all in good fun. You don’t always mess with him—contrary to popular belief, Ryo Kiritani is indeed capable of sulking—but the impulse to be a brat with him is constantly there. Your penchant for getting a rise out of him is just hard to ignore.

The market is as vibrant as ever, full of locals and tourists alike as people happily chatter in the cheery atmosphere. Bags of snacks and souvenirs hang from your wrists as you take another sip of your drink, satisfying your earlier craving for something sweet.

A mischievous smile crawls to your lips. You turn to him with enthusiasm, eyes practically twinkling in joy as you lean in closer, holding in the chuckles threatening to leave you.

“Ryo, let’s go to the photo booth.”

He stops scrolling on his phone, meeting your gaze with a look of annoyance and disbelief. “What did you call me?”

“Ryo,” you say, acting confused as to why he was asking something so obvious. “You know, your name.”

He sighs heavily and brings his hand up to your face before squishing your cheeks together, making you squeak. He clicks his tongue, frowning at the way you found a way to push his buttons so easily. You lightly swat his hand in response, unable to stop the way your laughter just pours out of your lips. Whatever he’d been looking at on his phone is long forgotten—you have his full attention now.

“Let go!”

“No.”

You’re wholly delighted.

“Ryo, let go.”

He scowls. “Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t call you what?” you giggle. “What else am I supposed to say?”

“Brat,” he hisses. There’s no actual vitriol in his words, just the typical affectionate exasperation. “You know.”

“No, I don’t.” Your smile grows even wider as his fingers dig into your cheeks, his frustration growing more evident with each passing second. Though very humoured by the situation, you finally relent. You’ve tested him enough. “Babe, I’m just kidding.”

Yoru narrows his eyes at you before letting go. He mutters something under his breath, presumably a complaint, and flicks you on the forehead, ignoring the show of pain you put on. It didn’t hurt. He never makes it hurt. You just like getting a reaction out of him. He’s endlessly so endearing and entertaining—it’s not your fault you want to see more of it!

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“You love me.”

He huffs. “Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately? You take that back right now!”

“It’s payback. You called me by the wrong name.”

“Babe!”

[swiftyangx12]

Okay, now I feel like kicking his ass for being an ass after reading this.

Enemies to Lovers Part 1 (Valorant Yoru x GN!Reader

Heyooo! You ask, I deliver! Kinda :3

I took the ‘slowly’ from your request literally. I hope you still like it though!

Thanks for being my first request :DDDDD

CW: Yoru being such an asshole towards the reader, degrading language, bullying. Yoru being himself. The content warning can be summarized to: Yoru.

When you entered the protocol, you were nice to everyone. You wanted to make a good impression.

The agents who were social were properly introduced to you, while the others  who weren’t present were just given your files. They adored you.

Not everyone fell for that act though.

“Try not to piss yourself and run with your tail tucked between your legs while you’re here.”

Those were the very first cluster of words you’ve heard this asshole say to you.

First of the many.

Clearly he wasn’t fond of you. Mainly because he thinks the Protocol is overcrowded. Sometimes he’d pray to God Breach would be sent to wherever crevice of Sweden he’s from.

Seeing as that loud mouth is still alive, even Satan didn’t want him around, he thought.

He also didn’t like the idea of constantly having new agents to “get along with”, stretching that definition as thin as you can imagine.

As thin as his patience with the newbies.

He took the “I fight anybody, I fight everybody” too literally.

And alas, the hostility extended to you.

Yoru, was his name. Or at least you’ve heard. You were warned beforehand about him.

He was aggressive, sharp tongued and prickly, as Sage would say.

“Ah. You must be that Yoru guy then.” You stand firm, speaking monotone.

“It’s no surprise you know. I have a bit of a reputation, good or bad, decide when you eat dust during missions.”

He came up to you suddenly while you were taking in boxes for your room. Somehow you’d caught his attention with all the noise you’ve made.

Your first interaction with him was brief as he scoffed on his way back to wherever he was going.

Your blood simmered. You didn’t like his cocky attitude. What does he know? He wasn’t even present when you were in the training facilities, showing your moves for the familiarity of others.

To say that you got off on the wrong foot was an understatement.

Him being mean to you started off to be his petty protest at Brimstone for “constantly dragging in every single radiant he can pick off the streets.”

“We’ve got so many people here already, a few more and we’ll look like a clown car” He complained to Phoenix once.

Anytime you’d be in the same room, Yoru would either pretend you weren’t there (includes not valuing your opinions during discussions) or he’d find any chance he gets to berate you and take it.

“Try not to come back as a corpse” “That gun? Hoping that recoil sends you to space” “Go home new kid. Unless you wanna see me wipe the floor with everyone’s asses” were some of his favorite insults.

You shut up and ignored him most of the time, talking shit back only sometimes.

“Hey, at least I’m not tearing literal dimensional fabrics just so I can hide from my enemies, coward.”

He did not like it when you talked back. He didn’t like you, period.

Even in HQ, he’s butted heads with you. He can’t seem to shut up. It was starting to get boring, so you end up just giving him an unamused look most of the time.

“Yeah yeah eat shit,” you’d reply.

During battle, you both had a spat because Yoru was willing to chase down the enemy Breach while wounded, potentially leaving you and bleeding Raze to fend for yourselves. You stop him, knowing that the Breach had the advantage, but predicted that he would run away to his teammates to regroup. He curses at the you in Japanese, then yells “I had him! I had him and you let him escape!”

“You’d rather run off wounded to fill your ego than stay here and keep Raze safe while I finish the mission so we can go home? Are you nuts?!” You throw the defuse kit to the ground, shattering it.

“My ego?! Baka janai! Gunning them down is my job. You think we’re safe here while he regroups with intel of our location!?”

Thankfully the rest came. You were all safe now. But your bickering did not cease as you board the aircraft.

“The chopper was down before that could even happen. You jump in headfirst to every risk, minus the brain. If I hadn’t stopped you, you would’ve been dead by now.”

Yoru grabs you by the collar and growls. “Listen here, new kid. Fuzakeru na! Stay out of my way if you know what’s good for you.”

“Yeah? And what if I don’t?” You challenged, but Brimstone splits you up before it escalated.

“Enough. Both of you made a mistake. Yoru, you’re too consumed by bloodlust, you don’t think about anything else but hunting enemies down. That makes you a liability rather than an asset. You make impulsive decisions that could endanger others.

“And you. The reason why you were so worried about being in a vulnerable was because you left yourself in a visible position while defusing. It was good that you pulled Raze to a safe place but it’s not an excuse not to be aware of your surroundings.”

“Look old man, I know what I’m doing. It’s them you shou—” Yoru interjects but he is stopped. “Both of you are in suspension. No missions, no deployment, no leaving the HQ, not until further notice.”

Both of your jaws drop, and this time, it was your turn to speak. “But Sir I promise this won—” “I know this won’t happen again, rookie. That is what the suspension is for.”

The whole trip back to HQ, Yoru kept glaring at you unashamedly. And if looks could kill, your head would’ve been cleaved clean off your shoulders and tossed into another dimension.

What angered him most was your nonchalance. You were upset, but it didn’t show in your face. You simply held your wounded arm and looked away from him during the trip. You thought he was being an immature imbecile when he purposely bumped your shoulder harshly, whispering doke with so much poison in his voice as you left the chopper.

The staredown continued in the infirmary where you both sat across each other with a distance, sitting on the beds as you patched yourselves up. One consequence of that event was that Sage couldn’t heal you. You smirked at him. He was more wounded than you. Thankfully Brim was kind enough to let Sage stitch him up at least.

“Oh what I’d do to wipe that smile you’ve got on your face.”

“Charming. Imagine being that salty over someone who’s just happy they’re alive.”

He was doing a poor job patching himself up.

You swear he’d get an infection with those stitches.

You hop of from your seat and slap his hand away from himself. He then automatically grabs your wrists and raises them above your head. “Nani kore? Aho.” He squeezed your wrists threateningly. On the inside though, he was wincing in pain.

You wince but try and pull back. “You’re doing a shit job at cleaning those wounds. And as much as I hate you, I don’t want to see you amputated.”

He gulps. His glaring persisted while you kept your dismissive look. This close you could feel his breath, smell his cologne strong and musky, and metallic blood. The tension was rising until he dropped your wrists, groaning quietly.

Admittedly he really was doing a shit job. And maybe it was the bloodloss acting up, but he let you do as you please with him.

“Try anything suspicious and I’ll put a bullet through your skull.”

“Watch out I might just sneak a cartoon bandaid on you.”

You put a Spongebob one on his nose.

He was not whelmed.

As you dabbed iodine on his chest wound, he kept hissing silently. He hasn’t felt pain in a looong while. He was starting to appreciate Sage’s powers. Starting to.

Tagging: @swiftyangx12 Part 2 here.

[gh0stlain]

thinking about shadow as omen and robert as iso again (he was originally gonna be chamber but i think iso is better)

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they look so good with their traumatic moments😍🥰

[art-missy]

You loved Sova's body. His broad shoulders that could carry any weight, his strong arms that weren't hiding any strength, his back muscles that rippled smoothly under his skin.

"Are you done taking pictures ?" he sighed as he shot you a long side-glance.

You smiled broadly behind your camera, still immortalising this moment. You did not miss the shy blush dusting his pale cheeks. He made such a beautiful model in your lovestruck eyes.

"Ignore my presence, my dear hunter."

Clic. Easier said than done. Your gaze was heavy, intensified by the lens of the camera. Sova sighed and resumed his archery session. He sometimes thought you were worse than Cypher. He tried to focus once more on the target but he felt your eyes burning his skin.

"You know that you're cute when you're blushing ?" you chuckled softly.

Clic. He cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment. He focused his aim, shot and missed his target.

Clic. You hummed mischievously, put down your camera and walked calmly towards him. You back-hugged him, your sweet laughter muffled in the fabric of his clothes.

"Aw, Sasha !" you cooed playfully at him. "Is my presence a problem ?"

Sova scoffed but caressed the back of your hand with a softness that was only shown to you.

"You're lucky I love you, моя сова."

[the-angeleno]

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[swiftyangx12]

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Jett: *Notices them* Psst! Phoenix! *Nudges at him*

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Jett: *Uncaps a marker*

[An Hour Later]

[A/N]: *Wakes up to find themselves wrapped in a blanket and finds a note stating “Agent Sleeping. Do Not Disturb”* Those two…

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[swiftyangx12]

I guess there’s no redemption on this one.

Yoru deserved that slap from [Reader].

Enemies to Lovers Part 2 (Valorant Yoru x GN!Reader

Click here for Part 1

CW: Yoru is a jerk. He is mean.

While cleaning him up, you frequently met his eyes, and he’s unashamedly staring at you. You furrow your brows.

“Don’t fall in love with me now.”

“Tch. Never.”

You offered to wrap him up in bandages.

“What, are you in love with me or something?” “In love with the idea of staging your death by wrapping them too tight around your neck.”

Despite his mouth spewing out pointless resistance, he obediently lifted his arms for you to wrap them up. Some of the injuries are bound to scar, unless Sage can remove them. You doubt that very much.

Once done, you threw his shirt on his face then left wordlessly.

He painfully wore the shirt on without tearing his stitches.

These were one of your tolerable moments with him. But unfortunately that streak was immediately broken.

You were both suspended for 2 weeks. For the first few days, you both kept to yourselves. Yoru’s injuries left him visiting the infirmary often, and he’d always pass by you reading a book in the common room.

“There are chairs in your room, no? Why don’t you read there instead? I’m sick of seeing your face whenever I walk by here.” He once complained while he was heading back to his room.

“The feeling is mutual.” You simply reply, flipping through the book. “FYI, this is called the common room for a reason. Maybe use common sense?”

His brows furrowed and he looked back at you. Peeking from the pages, you glare at him.

He did not like that one bit.

“The same common sense you use to put your feet up on the coffee table? This is the common room, not a pig sty.”

“Some common sense you have wrapping yourself up like a lose shawarma with leaking innards. Didn’t think I’d notice bloody bandages, no? I hope they get infected.”

The fact that you were mimicking his way of speaking pissed him off greatly.

“Look here you piece of shit. I wouldn’t be this fucked up if it weren’t for your genius performance a few days ago. You think you’re so smart, but all you are is a good for nothing agent who can’t aim to save a life. Ever asked yourself how Raze got that bloodied?” He walked closer, standing behind the sofa as he gripped the cushions. “It was because you were too scared to peek. Too scared to shoot. Why are you even here.”

You were hurt by what he said. You admit that you weren’t perfect, but you tried your best. He didn’t need to shove your incompetence down your throat.

“Do us all a favor and go back home. You’re a nuisance.” He finishes finally. He was a duelist, and the scope of making sure enemies are down extend beyond gunning them down with bullets. He made sure you’d shut up after that.

But he messed with you. He’s not gonna leave unscathed.

You sprung up from your seat and marched towards him faster than he can react.

You slap him across the face.

The sound echoed in the empty halls. His cheek stung. It was a very emotionally charged slap.

“Ever since I got here, you’ve been nothing but cruel towards me. Tell me, what did I ever do to be treated like sub-human by you?” You started, clenching your fists as you spoke.

“I wanted to get along with you, tried to ride with whatever insult you’d throw. Damn it I tried, but this is too much!” You sobbed, and he winced at the sharp sound.

“I know you’re better than me, I know I’ll never be on your level but damn it! If you really were as good as you’d say, you could’ve at least tried to show me how to keep up, like Sova, Phoenix and Neon. But no! You immediately decide that I’m good for nothing, everyday making me feel less and less motivated.

“Did you ever stop to think how that would affect my performance? How selfish can you be?!”

He just stood there, his cheek red from the slap. He always wondered how you kept your cool anytime he’d purposely berate you. Now he knows that you’re the type to bottle up.

“I am tired, I am tired of being your doormat. From now on, I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t give a rat’s ass whatever you do. But I will make sure you know you can’t treat me like trash.” You say finally, tears still staining your face. A declaration of war.

His eyes were wide at you as you finished, and he was holding his breath. He exhales after you march your way  back to your room, his eyes following you.

You exploded. He was taken aback by that. He really did not expect that. He should’ve though.

Sighing, he walks back to his room quietly, inspecting his cheek. It was still red with a prominent hand mark. He also noticed that Spongebob bandaid you put on him on the sink. He hadn’t thrown it out yet. He forgot to.

Tagging: @swiftyangx12

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[hurricaneonanesthesia]

hello !! Can I have a Sova x reader where they just have a quiet date night and they like sway to music after :'D

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Pairing(s): Sova x GN!Reader

Authors Notes: YALL IM NOT DEAD I SWEAR IVE BEEN BUSY WITH SCHOOL

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"Sasha, what's this?" You smile at him, amused. Sova stands slightly apart from you, a sheepish smile on his face, "I thought it would be nice to spend some time together, after all, we have been fairly busy recently," he held his hand out, which you took graciously squeezing his hand.

Sova has a small table set up in the common room, a plain white tablecloth, and a small vase of flowers set as a centerpiece. You're not sure when he had the time to do this, but you sum it up to Sage's assistance. Sova lets go of your hand for the moment, striding forward to pull out your chair for you. "What a gentleman," you giggle, taking a seat. Sova blushes lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. He leans over, pressing a kiss to your temple, "I'll be right back my love, wait right here." You nodded, leaning over, watching Sova busy himself. Soon, he walks back, two plates held in each, carefully he places your plate in front of you and his in front of his. He turned to grab utensils, setting yours next to you and taking a seat in his chair.

Your eyes widen as you realize that Sova had acquired your favorite meal, a fond smile gracing your face. Looking up at him you feel your heart swell with affection. "When did you have time to do this?" You don't doubt that Sova had to wrangle in all of the younger agents in order for the two of you to have dinner in peace in the empty common room. "Well, I had some help," he chuckled, reaching across the table to hold your hand in his. He intertwined fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand as he stared at you affectionately. "Sova, if you do this, how am I supposed to eat?" you laughed lightly, but didn't pull your hand away. "Oh right, that's true," his face flushes out of embarrassment as he reluctantly pulls away.

The two of you start eating, sitting in comfortable silence. It's occasionally broken by the light conversations the two of hold. Sova soon finishes up and seeing that you've also finished as well, takes your plate for you. He sets it down in the sink to wash in a bit, holding his hand out to you, a gentle smile on his face. You're not exactly sure when but you can hear the gentle sound of some jazz music playing in the background, not overpowering but just audible.

You stand, snaking an arm around his waist, your face pressed up against his chest. You can hear the low rumbling of his chuckling, and the steady beating of his heartbeat. The two of you move in sync as you sway to the music. Sova rests his chin on top of your head, pressing a kiss to it. "I love you so much," he whispered. You pressed your face into his neck smiling gently, "I do too."

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