#and thanks to Agent Viper

[zelda7999]

All of the doodles for the Palette challenge! :D I enjoyed doing these immensely, they are a lot of fun!! 

You can find the post for the palette challenge I did: here! 

[nyctophiliq]

Wanted to know your take on Valo women reacting to fem reader wearing their clothes! Can be nsfw or sfw! Whatever you’re more comfortable with, was hoping for skye, sage, and fade (anyone else if you’d like)! If that’s too many the first too would be appreciated!

✮ ┆ WEARING THEIR CLOTHES. skye, sage, fade, viper, deadlock

based on the request above. CONTENT WARNING.           18+ only, minors dni. SUGGESTIVE/SFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT; female-bodied reader, stealing clothes, suggestive touches/dialogues,  | ~1k words A/N.                   i don’t normally write for skye but writing this might have just made me put her up on the list guys, i love her <3 anyways, hope you guys liked it, and thank you for reading! apologize for the long wait...

SKYE.

hiking with skye was always something to look forward to, even if one or both of you kept tripping over the fallen branches of the trees. you were waiting for kirra on top of a hill, sitting the the cool grass while keeping your bags safe, waiting for her to get back from whatever it was she wanted to check out at the end of the trail. you felt a shiver run through you, and remembered that you didn’t pack an extra sweater for yourself, you peeked into kirra’s bag to take the one she probably had. you just about pulled it over your figure when you heard skye’s bulky boots approaching. she gaped, her eyes widened and lips parted softly in surprise. “look at you all cozy.” she grinned eagerly, sitting down next to you and taking a good look at you in her sweater. “got a little chilly sitting and waiting, sorry.” you murmur as you lay your head on her shoulder, looping your arm with hers. kirra just chuckles contently, her free hand coming up to caress your cheek while placing a kiss on top of your head. “you look like eye candy, we must pick some more out for you back at base.”

SAGE.

even the protocol had to have a bouge, fancy, get together sometimes to keep morale up and at least have the sense of a normal life. with some important papers to hand in tonight, you had to be late for the party and in the middle of all of it, you forgot to pick out what to wear. hoping that sage would have some idea what to put on you ran to her room, but there was no sign of her anywhere. looking down at your watch there wasn’t much else for you to do but grab one of her dress shirts and run to the event. sage only notices that you have taken her shirt when some of the other agents point it out. “you’re late, bao bei.” she hums behind her champagne glass, taking a sip out of it and you don’t miss the way her eyes give a quick look over you before she puts the glass down on the counter, her pearly whites visible even in the dim lights. “paperwork kept me busy.” you sigh, watching her glide along the counter, letting little distance between the two of you, and hiding her face in the crook of your neck. “looks like i will be some overtime on you.”

FADE.

you knew that fade wasn’t too keen on sharing; she wouldn’t even let you take a sip from her morning coffee when you were too lazy to brew your own cup. which prompted her to when she went out to get a cup for herself, she also got one more for you. you just stepped out of the shower, stuck with the dirty shirt you brought with you or to take something from hazal’s wardrobe. you were gonna take your chances with her clothes and once you finally found a suitable shirt you got back into bed. a couple of seconds ago fade came back, a strange look on her face. “watcha looking at?” you ask, not realizing that her weird expression is all about the shirt- she moves one of her hands in front of her face, trying to hide her blush behind the mug. “doesn’t matter, not important.” she mumbles before climbing into bed next to you, offering you a mug which you gladly took. you feel her hand rest on your hip, fingers clutching the hem of the shirt before leaning to kiss your cheek. “you should keep it…” she hums, voice raspy, and you can feel the smile that pulls on her lips.

VIPER.

at first, you were scared to take a piece of clothing from sabine’s closet, firstly because you weren’t sure if she’d be okay with it, and secondly because when you first opened her closet the way it was so neat and organized scared you. the moment when she spots you in one of her shirts or cardigans she can hardly fight the smile tugging on the corner of her lips as she walks up to your side. you’re ready for her to complain when you realize, stammering out excuses of why you were wearing what’s hers and you are surprised how she grabs you by the neck of the clothes and pulls you to be face to face with her. “sabine!” you yelp in surprise. “you look… good enough to eat, darling.” she murmurs, in that smooth voice of hers that has your heart to pick up an extra beat, pushing her chest closer to yours. you roll your eyes a little at her words though, your hands climbing onto her shoulder to get a little space but she doesn’t let go so easily. her lips are running along your jaw, down your neck, a single finger pulling on the neck of the shirt you stole from her, and her teeth sink into your skin. “what am i gonna do with you now, hm?”

DEADLOCK.

that one green shirt that she always wore and loved so much, that was what you eyed yourself in the mirror. you couldn’t help but try it on, you were always curious what she liked so much about this shirt, why she had so many of it and you kind of understood- soft fabric, the nice stitching, and how the temperature felt just right around you. so lost in the technicalities of one shirt, you didn’t notice iselin stepping into the frame behind you. stammering something, you attempt to take the shirt off but the blonde stops you. “no, keep it on.” she hums, settling her around you, letting one finger trace under the fabric of the shirt, running along your tummy before she settles them on your hips, pulling you against herself. her lips brush against your ear, a featherlight kiss behind it before she talks again. “picks up your scent that way, i’d like that.”

[nicolethered]

Every time Pedro dies onscreen, suggested by @lokischocolatefountain (spoiler follow):

Eddie, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, 4x01 The Freshman (1999)

Kevin “Kip” Green, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, 8x08 The Glory That Was... (2009)

Special Agent Greer, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, 12x24 Smoked (2011)

Liam, Nikita, 3x08 Aftermath (2013)

Oberyn Martell, Game of Thrones, 4x08 The Mountain and the Viper

Agent Juan Badillo, Graceland, 1x09 Smoke Alarm

Max Phillips, Bloodsucking Bastards (2015)

Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels, Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017)

Dave York, The Equalizer 2 (2019)

*Thank you to @xxhypersomnia for reminding me about Dieter's overdose in The Bubble (2022)

Dieter Bravo as Gio in Cliffbeasts 6, The Bubble (2022)

Santos The Penis Collector, Drive Away Dolls (2024)

[brights-place]

Omen dating Headcannons

Pairings: Omen X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Anxiety, Angst

A/N: GOSH I LOVE OMEN HE IS SO CUTEEE

- He knits to relax! So he would knit you some things for exammle sweaters, scarves, and plushies for surprises! one time he made you an scarf for icebox that were his color scheme which you love - His love language is Physical touch and Quality time - He tries his best to make every single second with you count - He is amazing at baking, would bake some sweets for you - When your relationship grew and you both got more comfortable with each other Omen would be more open about PDA. - He hides in the shadows and appears behind you whispering an "Boo" in his montone voice as you screamed (like finn from adventure time) - This man doesn't need to sleep! he's a phantom for fuck sakes but you still force him into bed to cuddle - He’s quiet like REALLY QUIET! but will do his best to give you advice when you need it - He might not talk much at first but he will make sure you know that he’s there for you - Man is so fucking gentle towards you it isn't funny it's so cute - Omen is VERY protective of you I mean come on! He’s already protective of his fellow agents and it’s only doubled when it comes to you! - He would scare away any threats that dare try and intimidate or even hurt you! He has no problem killing for you if he has to - if you get an graze from an enemy this man would go wild! He doesn’t need the physical protection from you but he does like the comfort to know that you’re just as committed as he is in portecting eachother! - he hates crowded places so he would go behind your back pressing his chest against it which was one of his ways of saying 'I don't feel comfortable' - Tried to teach you how to knit !! it was fun at first but then you gto stuck... You mentally and physically wanted to scream since you snapped the tip of the needle (I have doe it before and my Lola stared me down... Angry Filipino grandmothers are scary!) - If you both succeed on knitting it becomes his favorite time of the day is to knit with you. he's very proud of your progress after you learn pretty much everything from him - When phoenix pointed it out he went to tell him it relaxes him but he glances at you on the team as you giggle lightly - On a mission he saw another him... "There is another of me? How many times did I get ripped apart? How many times did I die?" omen gripped onto his gun as you placed an hand on his forearm giving him an pitiful look as he sighs - Omens to make sure you don't mess anything up because one of his hobbies is cleaning but he doesn't want to clean up any of your messes sometimes... cause if your like an party animal he would be drained - In my opinion he is not really shy you could say? he is simply overwhelmed by the presence of other people - yeah it's known Omen has a very strong case of amnesia like REALLY BAD! He can't remember his true self... - When he trains you stare at him biting your lip - If you show him affection randomly he keeps his composure since he isn't really one to show his emotions outwardly 

- It seems like he doesn't really care when you show him affection but he does thank you and the is just some sort of tenderness in his voice. He could become embarrassed if you kiss him and then also give him a lot of praise for doing so well 

- If you know him well enough though you would be able to hear the embarrassment in his voice everytime if you show affection or other agents do something nice for him - You and Viper made a pack - You both would help Omen regain his memories... or so you thought. - When he gained some of his memories back he was filled wiht rage yet kept his composure but yelled at Viper - Sage stared at you dead in your eyes when you would be eyeing your boyfriend "(Name) your boyfriend is a phantom" Sage said teasingly as you shushed your healer "SHHHH! I know! but he is handsome!" Sage laughs at you - omen is an amazing partner and loves you with his whole heart as long as he is with you he feels safe

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

©brights-place 2023 — do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact

[l0serloki]

heyy!! hope you’re having a good day or night, can i req some agent make voicelines about their s/o?? thanks

Valorant Voicelines about their S/O

(Chamber, Phoenix, Cypher, Reyna)

CW : Killing, Pet names, GN!Reader

A/N : Hi!! Thank you! Sorry this took so long, I've had quite the hectic few days. I didn't know if you meant in game like the others so ! If this isn't what you meant or you want other agents then send me another request! These were fun to write!

Chamber : 

Y/N is on the team - 

“My love! Be careful now, I will have your back. Let us compete for who can get the most kills? This shall be fun..”

When Y/N is topfragging  -

“Oh Y/N, please leave some for me mon cœur! My partner is so talented..”

Chamber assists in Y/N’s final kill -

“We are too good. I hope you do not mind the intrusion, I couldn’t help myself.”

Y/N aces -

“Wow! Did everyone see that? That is my partner! Beautiful, my love! Je reste sans voix!” 

OR 

“My goodness! Your bloodlust is beautiful, my dear! Show them who is in charge!”

Phoenix : 

Y/N is on the team -

“Y/N, I didn’t MEAN to spill sauce on your favorite shirt.. Please, dont ignore me darling. I know you can’t resist this.”

OR

“This will be too easy. Let’s get done quick so we can go out to dinner, yeah? Try not to distract me, baby.”

Y/N aces -

“Right well I reckon that will teach ‘em. You definitely learned that from me though. Hey! Why are you punching me?”

Y/N is bottomfragging -

“Babe when I said I wanted the kills that didn’t mean for you not to shoot. Hey! I was kidding, alright..”

Y/N gets the rounds final kill -

“Woo! I totally got that on camera! Gonna replay that foreverrrr.. Look at how hot you are! Practically on fire. Get it?”

Cypher : 

Y/N is on the team  -

“We have practiced enough, time to show them how much trouble we are.. hehehe”

OR

“No time like the present! Watch my back, my dear. You have my full trust..”

There is an enemy Cypher -

“Be careful dear, I will not let his prying eyes take you away. You are mine.”

Y/N aces -

“My my! I didn’t expect that, my little bug!”

OR

“You are too quick, dear! They didn’t even have time to blink!”

Reyna : 

Y/N is on the team -

“Oh mi amor, let me end them quickly. They will not lay a finger on you..”

There is an enemy Viper -

“That snake will choke on her own poison before coming after you, darling. I will make sure of that.”

Y/N aces -

“Just like that, Y/N! Take everything from them.. They are beneath you..”

OR

“Mi amor! You are too good! Maybe you don’t need training after all!”

[starshinegarcia]

Into You - Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Season 4, Episode 9 “Pickup” - Reader is in place of Emily in the first scene, then she goes in alongside Emily later on (part 2) as bait, instead of Jordan.

Thank you so so much to @cerisereids for the prompt, and to @ilikw for bringing it to my attention!! I hope i did it justice!

“I’m so into you, I can barely breathe”

As you stepped into the sleazy bar, you suddenly became very hyper aware that you were the only female in a few-mile radius who wasn’t wearing a low cut something-or-another. You trailed close behind Morgan and Hotch, as you all made your way to the monologuing misogynist hidden away in the back corner of the bar. Viper’s voice carried through the air- saying something that, you’re sure would’ve made your blood boil, had you been paying any attention- his poisonous eyes landing on you and smirking. A shiver went down your spine as you subtly shifted your gaze over to Hotch, who was watching Viper intently- but his eyes softened when he glanced back at you. “Agent, you alright?” You nod, avoiding his gaze as Viper finishes talking- in fear of your cheeks flushing if you look directly into Hotch’s eyes again. You feel his gaze on you, until it shifts and you instead look up as Viper walks towards the three of you.

“So, what, you think this guy, this unsub took one of my classes?” “He copied your ‘the camera adds 10 pounds' routine verbatim.” Hotch replies. Viper smirks. “Yeah, that’s a good gag.” You bring your eyes up to meet him, speaking for the first time, “If you could just give us your attendance lists, it might help us find him.”

Viper toys with it for a minute, before a defiantly sassy “No.” “No?” You repeat. “My clients expect a certain amount of confidentiality. I won’t compromise that.” Hotch then continues to banter with him about warrants, then something about outwitting “alpha males like you” to Morgan before you speak up, “What club were you at last night?” Hotch’s jaw has been clenched slightly this whole time- he shouldn’t have had you come along on this particular questioning. With every passing second, he became less and less in control of his actions, as jealousy clouded his judgment. The way that that man was looking at you, all that he wanted to do was grab your waist and show that stupid snake man who you really belong to. But, no, you weren’t even his, regardless of how inappropriate that would be if you were. He grins, very obviously checking you out as his eyes travel up and down your body. “It’s a legitimate question.” Derek counters, watching his body language.” “Firstly, How many times do you have to rely on your badge to score, baldy? Secondly-” He turns to Hotch, standing opposite you while Morgan follows him intently with his eyes. “Here, in this harsh light, you may have the advantage..” Viper suddenly takes a step towards you, inching his face so close you can smell the tobacco on his breath, “But meet me on my turf, and ohoho, the things I could make you do..”

A flame erupts inside you, wanting more than anything to cuss him out- but a tall figure is in front of you before you get the chance to respond. Hotch’s voice rang out, cold as he passed the man a business card. “Call us with any questions. And, if you do, I can be certain that if you talk to my agent like that again, it won’t end this peacefully.” You could hear the anger in Aaron’s voice, and you scoffed. As if you couldn’t fucking protect yourself. You feel Derek’s hand on your shoulder, indicating towards the exit. “You okay, blondie?” You shake your head, muttering under your breathe, “All he sees me as is a fucking child, I can protect myself.” Derek furrows his brows slightly, letting you walk to the SUV ahead as he lays back and walks in pace with Hotch. “How much longer are you going to pretend that you don't want to kiss her, boss man?” He winks at Hotch, before hopping in the passengers seat. Hotch’s hands clench the wheel as he drives. That stupid guy. The things that I could do to him, I’d make him regret ever letting his filthy face near her’s. She needs my protection, she hasn’t learned how to calmly react yet, that’s it, she’s new, that’s why I want to protect her. His eyes flick up and find yours in the backseat, as you sit there with your arms crossed, quickly shaking your head and looking out the window when you feel his eyes on you. Every fucking time. He never lets you stand up for yourself, never lets you fight back, half the time he finds an excuse to make you stay out of the unsub crime scenes. Who the fuck was he to defend you? His stupid, handsome face.. Morgan observes you both with a slight smirk, shooting a text to his baby girl that says something along the lines of “I think Blondie and Hotch may finally realize something’s up between them.”

“Been waiting, and waiting for you, to make a move”

As soon as the SUV pulls into the Georgia Field Office, Hotch gets out, with a curt “Agent. My office, now.” before slamming the car door behind him. You grumble and shoot an angry look in his direction, before following him into the Field office, and into his makeshift headquarters. As soon as the door shuts behind you, you start, “Do you not think I’m strong enough for this team, sir?” He sits down, folding his hands and watching you intently as you pace. “I do.” “Is there something weak about me? Do I not make it clear that I know how to deal with suspects and criminals?” “I do not see you as weak, and I certainly know your ability to argue-” You interrupt him, “Then what, sir, what is it? Every damn time, you just cut in front of me as if I’m your daughter or something, I mean, come on, I know I’m younger than you but I-” “That isn’t why I do it, you haven’t worked here long enough to get your footing yet, I’ve done it with Prentiss, Reid, when they first started-” “Then why do they look so surprised every time? It’s like I’m some special pearl, I can only ask questions but never actually interrogate or go catch unsubs-” You’re both yelling by now, and Hotch has stood up and made his way towards you, “Agent, I do not appreciate your tone with me right now.” “Well I don’t appreciate your- your- your weird, jealous, overprotective-” Your stop, chest heaving as he towers over you. You thought he would be angry, on the verge of dismissing you, but instead, his eyes have gone soft as he gazes down at you. Suddenly, you feel his lips on yours. You’re kissing your boss, and it feels so beautiful, so good, so right, as he wraps his arms around your waist and you bring yours around his neck. He pulls away, immediately trying to step back, sputtering apologies, but you grab his hands and kiss him again, with more passion than before. He gives in, for a moment, but pulls away firmly after a few more seconds, and as quickly as it had happened it was over. “Tha, uhm, that will be all, Agent. Thank you” Hotch says breathlessly, motioning towards the door as he resumes his seat at the paint-chipped desk.

Well, fuck.

“A little bit scandalous, but baby, don’t let them see it..”

Keep your eyes peeled for part 2…only if it’s wanted, that is ;) Also on AO3 under the same name!! i’m @/pumpkinspicedtheatre on there :)

[criminalmindswhore]

Morgan has another sister?

When you were growing up, you know how your mom always told you to bring a jacket just in case? Yeah well, apparently I didn't learn anything. Because I am currently freezing my ass off in the middle of this fancy ass neighborhood because Derek sent the wrong address and won't pick up his phone. I start to get back in my car when my phone buzzes, "Derek Morgan I am going to beat you-" "Woah sis, calm down. Turn around," I slowly turned around, "There ya go." I saw him standing in the front yard of a house and hung up. I walked to him and he engulfed me in a hug. "How's my only single sister doing?" I pulled away and slapped his arm, "Shut up! I didn't have time you know becoming one of the best security analyst in the country." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me inside. He opened the door to one of the nicest houses I've ever seen and led me to the kitchen. "Everyone I want you to meet Y/n, my youngest sister." I glanced around the room and smiled as I waved. "You've already met Garcia at the awards, that's JJ, her husband Will, Rossi, Hotch, Spencer, and Emily." Emily had this look of adore in her eyes and Garcia quickly caught on and gave her a wink. "Why did I have no idea you had another sister?" I walked to stand beside Emily at the counter, "Well it seems as though every time you guys are in Chicago I was either at school, the academy or on assignment." Emily quickly responded, "The academy? You're an agent?" I looked at her and smiled, "No, I'm a security analyst for the Navy, but I'm hoping to get this job at homeland security. I had my interview last week and I should know soon." She nodded. "That's impressive, and I'm assuming that's how you met Garcia?" Garcia beamed at me, "Lemme tell them!" I giggled and nodded, "You know how I nominated for that amazing award last year, well she won it! Derek was so torn up because I lost but so much more excited that his baby sister won." She high fived me and I laughed loudly. "I'm telling you she got all the brains and I got all the beauty." Derek said proudly and I shoved him, "We all know Cindi got that." Everyone laughed and we ate.

Emily's POV

After dinner we all sat by Rossi's fire outside and drank various beverages. "And then, he fell so hard, the entire house shook and mom was pissed. I swear Derek was going to get killed. Mom came downstairs yelling," In her best mom impression, "Derek James Morgan I am going to beat you senseless, why were you on my coffee table." She laughed with everyone and I swear it was music to my ears. I've had an attraction to this woman since she came in the house. She's so smart, and gorgeous and her laugh is the cutest. "Emily, Derek told me that you had a story about a guy named Viper?" I cringed at the thought and sat up to tell the story. "It was a case in Atlanta, and this guy taught a class on how to make women like you. After we asked him some questions he tried to make a move on me and basically say he could out smart me into sleeping with him." She chuckled at the story, and it made me smile bigger, "So when I went undercover in a club, he seriously gave it a shot and thought I was interested. An old agent and I basically called him out and left." Everyone laughed and Derek stood up, "Alright sis, if you're riding with me, I'm leaving, I have to teach some newbies at 6 am." Y/n groaned and looked at him, "But no one else is leaving and I wanna hear their embarrassing stories about you." She gave him an innocent smile and my insides lit on fire. She was killing me, "If you wanna stay longer I can give you a ride to Morgans later." I didn't realize what left my mouth until it did, I was terrified of being alone with her. "Thank you, Emily, now get going so they can embarrass you." He said his goodbyes and we kept telling stories.

"Thank you, Rossi!" I waved at him as we walked to my car. "It was nice meeting you! He's so nice. All of you are." I unlocked the car and walked around to the driver's side, "Trust me, when it comes to psychotic killers, we get mean real fast." She laughed and got in on the other side. "Thank you again for taking me home. I just haven't had a night out of my room, office, or a library in awhile. I don't think I've been to anything since grad school." I let out a chuckle, "Seriously, you're Morgans's sister and you didn't party in grad school?" She nodded, "Seriously. Morgan was the only one who got that gene. I got the tech nerd who came out on accident gene." She laughed and I smiled big. She's gay. "I'm sorry if this is wrong for me to ask but, what is that look in your eye when you look at me? It's like a look of adore." I was shocked that she noticed and gripped the steering wheel a little harder, "I just- you're-" I pulled up to Morgan's," You just amaze me. I mean in walks this incredibly talented, brilliant, really attractive woman and you expect to not like you?" She looked at me and smiled, "You just described yourself Miss Emily Prentiss." She opened her door and got out, "You should walk me to the door and protect me from any bad guys." I smirked and got out locking my car. We entered the apartment building and started up the stairs, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Back to the reader's POV

When we reached my brother's door I got the key out from under the mat and turned to face Emily. I wanted to kiss her so bad but was it too early? "I had an amazing time tonight with your team and you. Thank you for taking me home again." She took a step closer to me and her eyes kept flickering between my lips and my eyes. I could tell she wanted it too. I took a final step towards her and grabbed her collar pulling her lips into mine. She immediately kissed back and backed me into the door, her hands finding my waist as mine draped over her shoulders as our lips moved in sync. She pulled away and pecked my lips once more, "Goodnight Y/n. I'll see you later." I smiled and bit my lip, "Goodnight Emily, drive safe." I watched her walk down the hall and onto the steps. I unlocked the door and opened it expecting Derek to be asleep. "Holy shit Derek!" He was standing in the doorway with a smug look on his face. "Why are you awake?" He took my purse from me and sat it on the counter as I hung my keys up and slipped off my shoes. "I was waiting on you to make sure you made it safely. Anything you wanna tell me swollen lips?" I blushed but kept a smile from forming, "Nope. Guest bedroom in the same place?" He chuckled and nodded, "Goodnight Derek." I started to the room, "Goodnight kissy face."

[zaewriteshere]

Let me show the world how much I adore you

AO3 Link

You were never a big fan of PDA, struggling greatly with reciprocating or even accepting it.

It didn’t seem to deter Sova though, who was just head over heels for you, especially since your relationship just blossomed into a romantic one.

This man was going to be the death of you, wasn’t he ?

---

Despite having known Sova for a year – and having a crush on him for months – you were still getting used to the new status of your relationship, and most importantly…

You were still getting used to being the subject of PDA. 

You were way too shy to reciprocate the attention, always turning into a blushing mess whenever he held your hand, kissed your cheeks…

Especially when he would just surprise you and kiss you lovingly.

In your own private area, you were more at ease, however.

But the hunter was very eager to show everyone that you and him were dating, and didn’t want to leave room for interpretation.

The development of your relationship had ruffled some feathers, but since Killjoy and Raze were already dating, it was easier for Brimstone to accept it.

You were glad that Viper couldn’t care less.

You were brought back to reality when you felt a kiss on your temple, which made you freeze.

You heard a light chuckle next to you, and when you turned your head to your boyfriend, he just looked at you with a lovingly amused expression.

It only made your blush deepen. 

“Sasha…” You whined, burying your face in your hands.

“Yes, my love ?” He replied innocently.

You were about to say something to him, when Cypher interrupted you.

Your lover’s features immediately fell to a neutral stare.

“Good morning, you lovebirds. I’m sorry for interrupting, but I was wondering if you wanted any warm beverages ? I’m about to make some tea,” The agent explained, his tone light.

You took a moment to consider, but your thoughts scrambled once again when Sova put a hand on your thigh and scooted even closer to you.

“No, thank you,” He refused in your stance, still inching closer, not tearing his beautiful eyes away from the sentinel.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it, then,” Cypher replied, leaving you two to be.

You were about to say something to him, to lightly berate him on his temperament towards the tea lover, but you stopped yourself.

He probably already knew, and you already were aware of his reasons.

You also knew that if you asked him to stop his gestures, he would.

… But you did like it.

You were pretty sure Sova knew that, too.

Which was why he did it so often, probably.

“What are you thinking about ?” He whispered into your ear after kissing your cheek.

A chill ran down your spine.

“You,” You replied, honestly.

He smiled gently at you, his features softening.

You knew he loved your honesty and bluntness. 

He did admit that it was the main reason he fell for you in the first place.

“May I know what specifically ?” He enquired, rubbing his hand gently on your thigh.

You tried your best to not get distracted by the touch.

You failed.

It took you an embarrassingly long amount of time to give this simple answer : 

“I… Forgot…” You admitted, sheepishly.

He chuckled, clearly amused by how flustered you were by him and his actions.

“I didn’t know I had such a big influence on you, my love,” He said lovingly, bringing his free hand to caress your other cheek.

You almost leaned into the touch, forgetting you were in the lounge area.

You were quickly reminded by Jett’s voice.

“Shee, get a room,” She said, clearly not meaning anything bad.

It still made you tense up and jerk away from the touch, and you panicked internally.

Oh no.

Did you offend Sova by doing this ?

You didn’t mean for it to be mean, it was just your knee jerk reaction

Shyly glancing at your lover, you saw no hurt, only amusement and love in his eyes and expression.

The duelist giggled, not saying anything else, and going to the kitchen.

After making sure that she was out of earshot, your partner asked, a slight worry in his eyes : 

“Do you want to go to our room ?” 

You thought about it.

Finally, you shrugged. 

“Do you ?” You replied, tilting your head. 

He didn’t say anything, and instead got up from the couch.

You were about to do the same, but he scooped you into a bridal carry, which made you shriek in surprise.

“H-Hey !” You stuttered. “I can walk-”

He shut you up by lightly kissing your lips, already starting to walk towards your common room.

You fell quiet, not knowing what to do with yourself.

Should you wrap your arms around his neck ?

Should you just remain in this position ?

You didn’t have the time to even answer your own questions that you were already in your twin sized bed, Sova already cuddling you and kissing you everywhere he could reach. 

Checking with a glance if the door was closed, you relaxed when you realised that it was.

Finally feeling comfortable to reciprocate the gestures, you turned around to face him and giggled when he grew more insistent with his kisses.

You kissed him back when he finally landed on your lips, scooting ever so closer to him, his hands nesting themselves on your waist.

You both continued to cuddle and kiss each other lovingly, before your stomach grumbled rather loudly, making him smile through the kiss.

“Let’s get something to eat,” He announced, finally separating himself from your body, but not making any movement to leave the room.

He was just admiring you, and your probably dishevelled look after so much cuddling and kissing.

You nodded, slowly getting up to fix your appearance in the mirror.

“What are you doing ?” He questioned, looking at you.

You could feel his eyes roaming your body, before landing on your face’s reflection.

“Fixing my looks a bit,” You replied.

It was his turn to join you, wrapping his arms around your stomach.

“But you look stunning no matter what,” He whispered to you, his lips right at your ear.

You froze mid movement, feeling your face heat up. 

“C’mon,” You answered after a while. “They’re gonna think we were doing something else entirely…” You continued, somehow blushing harder.

“I don’t see what’s wrong with that,” He stated, still whispering, moving his hands between your torso and belly.

Despite having been together for a week, you still didn’t do anything like that.

Touches like this was where it was at.

You wanted to take it one step at a time.

And you especially wanted to be able to reciprocate his PDA before making love with him.

You knew he was patient, and willing to wait until you were ready.

You were very lucky to have him as your lover.

Once you deemed you were presentable, you turned to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, your eyes locking onto his lips.

Sova didn’t make any movement to close the gap between the two of you, only smirking slightly.

He knew what you wanted.

Even though you were more comfortable behind closed doors, initiating was always a struggle for you.

Taking a deep breath, you closed the gap yourself, bringing him instinctively closer to you.

You could tell he was surprised, but with how he deepened the kiss, turning it to a more passionate one, you knew he was appreciative.

You stayed like this for a little bit, enjoying the kiss and the touch, before your stomach growled again, even louder this time.

Parting away, he chuckled.

“I know someone’s impatient to eat,” He stated, lightly poking at your belly.

You shrieked in surprise and pulled away slightly, which made him laugh.

You pouted, just a bit.

“Alright alright, let’s go,” He announced, letting go of you and going for the door.

Following his steps, he opened the door for you, gesturing you to go out.

Chuckling, you did as told, and he closed the door behind you, immediately choosing to hold your hand.

You blushed furiously, glancing at him.

He only held your gaze and smiled, proud of himself.

You sighed as you both started walking towards the kitchen, trying to control your expressions.

One thing you knew your lover adored was how easy it was to read you. 

It made everyday life easier, but your job was way harder than it needed to be.

Good thing your job wasn’t to be a spy.

Entering the cooking area, you noticed that only Jett was present, focused on cooking her own meal.

She noticed your entrance, and her eyes immediately darted to the joined hands.

“Oh my god, you’re holding hands,” She gasped dramatically. “So dirty, so explicit ! Get a room before I see your ankles !” She continued, gesturing wildly.

She looked further down, and since you were just wearing some shorts, she shrieked.

“Oh my goodness gracious, you did not !” 

Sova only chuckled, while you smiled a bit, still blushing.

You knew she was trying to help you – you did confess to her your want to have an easier time reciprocating his gestures, after all – and it did help you feel more at ease.

You just wished she could be a bit quieter…

Everyone was now either chuckling or smiling at you both, and you had to admit that you hated the attention.

Your partner – bless his soul – noticed your discomfort and physically shielded you away from the prying eyes.

You smiled at him, thankful, and he only squeezed your hand as an answer, looking around to make sure that by the time he stepped away, those same glances wouldn’t be on you.

After a couple of minutes, he kissed your forehead, and stepped away as he was letting you go, opening the fridge.

It took you a moment to join him in looking for something to eat.

“Anything catches your eye, my love ?” He questioned.

“How about I cook something ? What do you want to eat ?”

“How about Grenki ?” He replied after thinking for a moment, not before closing the fridge.

You nodded, familiar with the Russian breakfast.

He did teach you how to make some of his favourite meals, after all.

You opened the fridge again, taking what you needed from it, and since your lover refused to let go of your hand, he helped you carry what you couldn't with only one limb available.

As he let go of your hand, you started to prepare the food.

You weren’t really as surprised when he went behind you and hugged you as he looked at your actions over your shoulder. 

You still stopped mid-movement, trying to control the creeping heat of your face.

Once you judged you had it enough under control, you resumed your actions, and Sova was wise to not distract you any further when you started to heat up the pan.

He didn’t let go of you however, but his touch was comforting, reassuring.

You realised that the more exposed you were to his PDA, the easier it became for you to just…

Accept it, you guessed ?

A week ago you couldn’t even let him touch you for longer than a couple of seconds, always jerking away.

Now, you were comfortably cooking while he was hugging you from behind.

You were proud of yourself, and you were also pretty sure that he noticed the changes, too.

Soon enough, you were done cooking the meal for the both of you, and he lightly kissed your neck, making you shiver and blush.

“Thank you, my love,” He said, before looking at the plate. “Looks delicious,” He continued, detaching one of his hands to grab one plate.

“Thanks,” You replied. 

You hadn’t really found a nickname that suited him, or that you were comfortable using.

You weren’t big on them to begin with, but since he was so adamant on using them, you couldn’t really say no to that.

It did feel nice when he used it, though.

Sitting at the table next to each other, you started eating, sighing pleasantly when you swallowed your first bite.

You were quick to finish your portion, feeling filled.

You glanced at your partner, watching him slowly eating his meal.

“Do you like it ?” You questioned.

“It’s delicious, good job,” He praised, beaming at you.

You smiled at that, and waited patiently for him to finish his portion.

Once done, you took care of the plates, and he went to lay down on the couch.

You were about to sit at his feet, but thought about it for a bit longer.

Suddenly feeling very shy, you could feel your face heat up with embarrassment.

“Can I… Uh…” You started, fidgeting.

He snapped his attention to you, waiting patiently for you to form your words.

“Can I lay on top of you ?...” You finally asked, tearing your gaze away from his own.

He didn’t answer immediately, and you saw out of the corner of your eyes the pure surprise he was displaying.

“I- Of course you can, my love,” He stuttered, still recovering from the shock.

Nodding, you slowly climbed on top of him, chest against chest, and for the first time all week, it seemed like Sova didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Are-are you okay ?” You questioned, looking up at him.

His cheeks were slightly red as he looked down on you, but he smiled warmly.

“I am more than okay, my love,” He reassured, bringing one of his hands to cup your cheek and caress your cheekbone. “I just didn’t expect you to be so forward, or at least, this soon,” He continued, chuckling a bit.

You smiled, relieved.

You could feel your heartbeat fasten as you thought about kissing him like this, in the middle of the lounge, where anyone could walk in on you two.

He arched an eyebrow as he studied your face, clearly seeing that something was going on in your mind.

As you felt your heart pump through your chest, you slowly closed the gap between your face.

You stopped only a few centimetres away from his lips, and you stared into his slightly widened eyes.

Before you got cold feet, you closed your eyes and went in for a kiss, ignoring the footsteps closing in on you.

Your boyfriend’s surprise didn’t last very long as he parted lips to deepen the kiss, his hands roaming your body, not leaving one place untouched, not one he could reach at least.

Once you parted, you were both breathless, and he was looking at you with a newfound love.

He whispered your name, as if said any louder, it’ll break whatever bubble was around you.

“Yes ?” You answered in the same tone.

“I love you so much,” He said, which made your heart flutter and gave you butterflies in your stomach.

“I love you too, Sasha,” You barely had time to say his name that he was kissing you again.

For the rest of the day, Sova didn’t let go of you for one second, and if he couldn’t kiss your lips, he would kiss somewhere else until he could.

You weren’t complaining at all.

[mrssabinecallas]

Strawberry Lemonade

Sabine “Viper” Callas x Wife!Reader

In which Viper takes a liking to your new drink concoction

⚠️ warnings! ⚠️ fluff, kissing, mentions of alcohol, sfw, lowercase intended, female pronouns

not my gif, creds to owner mentioned here ^^

it was a friday night, missions for the week were over and the protocol was having a nice night off. sage had cooked everyone a nice meal for dinner, and agents were littered around the common area in a slur of conversation that would be overwhelming to anyone walking in the room.

of course, sabine never joined them. she had better things to do, more research to be done. of course, she was hungry and aching for a break, but she was never one to sit with her comrades and socialize. absolutely not.

she did know, however, that when the cookout was winding down, you would come to visit her in her lab with a plate of food and a good story about the week. those were the nights she looked forward to. as much as she hated to admit, she deeply envied your social skills and relaxed vibe, being able to connect with everyone and create relationships easily. that was something she never mastered, though she never truly cared to. she had you and that was quite enough in her eyes.

and as predicted, you stauntered into her laboratory, tipsy from the drink in your hand, with a plate of food for your wife in the other. anyone could notice the love in sabines eyes, such a foreign look from her usual cold demeanor. as you knocked on the metal paneling on the wall, she gave a small smile in your direction, taking in the sight of your relaxed state.

“i brought you dinner, bean,” you quipped into the comforting silence, happiness adorning your features.

“thank you, darling. care to join me?” she replied back, setting down her clipboard and taking off her gloves. she capped the beaker full of toxins and turned the dial on the buret to closed. as you sat on the stool next to her lab bench, you set down the plate of food and kissed her on the cheek.

“how was your day?” she asked as she took a small bite of the salad on the plate. she hadn’t been able to see you all day. both of your schedules were booked full with training and work, and she missed hearing your voice.

“it was pretty good, i helped killjoy in her lab for a bit to expand the radius of her swarm grenade, and omen and i went to training. he taught me a new trick on covering angles and rotating off of..” you trailed on, as sabine was only half paying attention as she admired your face. this state of viper wasn’t seen often, only by those she’s truly comfortable with (which was really only you).

you paused to take a sip from your drink, and sabine kissed you as soon as you set your cup down. unexpected, but she hadn’t kissed you all day and was in much need of some physical affection and privacy.

she could instantly taste your drink on your lips. sweet and sour, strawberry lemonade, infused with some kind of spirit that was making you tipsy. rum, maybe? she didn’t care. she just craved the taste.

she pulled you in again, pausing longer to take in the flavor. she found it odd that the taste almost, matched you? like it’s what she imagined you tasted like all along.

“what’s in your cup?” she whispered.

“strawberry lemonade and rum,” you whispered back.

called it, she thought, as she kissed you again.

pulling away with a sparkle in her deep green eyes, she said, “whatever it is, i like it.”

and every cookout from that day forward, you always drank strawberry lemonade.

thank you so much for reading! if you liked this content or would like to give some constructive criticism i would greatly appreciate it!

more viper content coming soon!

xo,

-vipers official legit wife

[valorant-drabbles]

Hi! Can I request an Jett x gn!reader?

Reader is Iso’s radiant older sibling, and they keep it a secret they are siblings. Reader joined the protocol at same time as Jett. Reader has similar abilities to Iso.

So Iso just joined the protocol and reader is sharing headphones with him and listening to music with him in the kitchen and cooking with him. Jett also sees them training together a lot. Jett (not dating reader yet) gets jealous because reader is cooking and training with someone else.

Thank you!

So Sorry I've been MIA. Being sick really sucks the motivation out of you. But I hope I've made up for it! Enjoy!

Gender neutral reader!

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Mild Cursing

Radiant Jealousy

Reader x Jett

The unstoppable duo. That's what the younger agents of the protocol had started to call your team. The team consisting of Jett; the swift, air-riding daredevil... and yourself. The terrifying, defensive master of the battlefield. Together, your abilities meshed perfectly- your ability to counter bullets with your shield when timed correctly, as well as your ability to teleport out of trouble before the enemies' very eyes... only for you to be replaced with Jett, who's always ready to deal with the agents you teleported her to. It was definitely advantageous. You were able to swap the place of yourself with any one of your teammates if they needed a quick escape; and it proved extremely valuable many, many times.

Any mission with the two of you was bound to be an adventure, and often left the other duelists on your team scrambling for kills to make up for how many you and Jett had managed to get together. As expected, there were a few sore losers who dreaded being teamed with this unstoppable duo; namely Yoru, Neon, and even Phoenix on a bad day. Occasional jealousy would brew, but at the end of the day, as long as everybody survived, and as long as the mission resulted in a success... no one could really complain too much.

On a day like any other, the protocol found itself welcoming their newest agent, hailing from China; Iso. The Dead Lilac. Known for his skill with swift assassinations, cleaning up loose ends, and appearing virtually unstoppable from the outside view, And today, that man stood before all the other agents, as Brimstone gave his usual speech regarding the welcoming of new team members.

"Everyone, this young man is Iso. I expect all of you to be courteous towards him, and make him feel right at home."

Brimstone simply gestured to the male, who appeared to have an earbud in, listening to music. Jett couldn't help but let out a slight huff, only to raise her hand.

"Hey, don't we have a rule against wearing earbuds n'stuff during meetings and whatever?" Jett's voice piped up from the crowd of agents, who all exchanged similar nods of agreement.

Upon hearing this, Iso simply plucked the earbud from his ear, and stuffed it into his pocket without much of a fight. After all, it was his first day; getting off on the wrong foot with everybody for something so small wouldn't be the best.

You, however, currently standing beside Jett, jabbed her in the side with your elbow, and gave her a scolding look. "Don't single him out like that. How's he supposed to know? It's his first day!" Narrowing your eyes at your partner, Jett feels a slight flush of embarrassment rush to her cheeks.

"Ah- s... sorry." She apologized gently, though she clearly meant the apology more towards you, not to much towards Iso. But he didn't appear to mind. Brimstone cleared his throat, redirecting attention to himself once more.

"We do have rules like that for a reason, yes. Though we have discovered that Iso is able to preform just as well- perhaps even better- when he's listening to music. So, we've allowed him to bend that rule, as long as it doesn't cause distraction during missions. If any of you wish to get a pass to do the same, you will have to pass a few tests that Viper and myself have designed... just to ensure that you won't get yourself killed in the field if you aren't able to hear the enemy behind you."

Brimstone's eyes had met a few other pairs of eyes within the crowd of agents... mostly those who had proven they weren't able to multitask in such a way in the past. And in short, those agents were the reason Brimstone had initially administered the ban on music on missions in the first place.

"Y/N." Brimstone called you out from the crowd. "I'm going to ask you to show Iso around the headquarters. The training hall, his room, you know the drill."

You nodded towards him as you were instructed to show the newbie around. At the opportunity, Jett's eyes lit up with excitement. Hell yeah, her duo was given a big responsibility! She was so proud. "I'll tag along with you guys! Plus, I'd love the chance to spar with you, Iso!" She'd beamed, only to be cut off from approaching by Viper.

"Jett. Last time you were in charge of showing somebody around, you went so fast that they ended up getting lost for a week. And anytime they asked for directions, you accused them of not paying attention during your tour." Viper had raised an eyebrow disapprovingly, her tone proving to be rather... irritated. More so than usual.

From the crowd of agents, Gekko kicked at the floor with a quiet huff. "... she talks so fast, she may as well be speaking another language." He muttered, mostly to himself. You gave the poor guy a sympathetic look over your shoulder, before turning your attention to your eager duo partner, hand on her shoulder in reassurance.

"I'll be honest, J... Tours aren't your strong suit. But once Iso is more settled, I'm sure he'd be happy to spar with you." You shot her a smile, reassuring Jett despite her mild disappointment at being rejected. Sighing, she simply crossed her arms across her chest, and stepped back into the line of agents. "Fiiiine, do it your way. But if it takes longer than an hour, I'm hunting you down and helping, whether you want it or not!"

You couldn't help but smirk at Jett's impatience. It was always a trait you'd found quite endearing. Irritating at times, sure, but endearing nonetheless. You'd lost count of how many times Jett had gotten herself into a dangerous situation because she didn't want to wait for backup. She was always looking to prove herself, always eager for the opportunity to ace. It was a lot worse when you and her were fresh recruits. And you'd saved her ass dozens of times before she saw the merit in the two of you working together. You couldn't say you hated her impatience, because truthfully? It was the trait of hers that helped bring you two closer together. And it was always oddly cute to watch her bounce in place, twirling her knife in her hand as she was forced to wait.

"If that's settled... everyone is dismissed."

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You'd been at the protocol for quite awhile; longer than most agents, actually. So the tour with Iso didn't take much time at all, much to Jett's relief. Jett who... may or may not had been following you and Iso from a distance. You hadn't noticed her initially, but once you did, decided not to embarrass her in front of the new recruit, and let her follow you like a puppy.

Though the tour did indeed only take an hour, Iso had quite a few questions regarding some of the agents, and how the training facilities worked... so, you decided to dedicate the rest of the day to answering any and all of Iso's questions. You even showed him around the kitchen, so he'd know where everything was if he ever needed to make himself something to eat.

Suffice to say... Jett... didn't like that. At all.

Jett was basically the in-house cook, and only trusted a few select people to help her if offered. You were one of those people. Hell, she'd let you take over cooking if she was sick, and have faith you'd do her dishes justice.

And there she was, glaring daggers from around the corner at Iso. Who was taking notes on where Jett kept the kettle, strainer, spices... Even though usually Jett could appreciate someone taking kitchen care seriously, she couldn't figure out why seeing Iso there with you in the kitchen made her skin crawl.

Maybe it was because, aside from training, the kitchen was where you and Jett spent most of your time. Even if it was just being sat on the counter, drinking coffee late into the night, because insomnia haunts most of the younger agents. And seeing you hop up onto the counter, offering to make Iso some tea how he likes it... Ugh. She hated it, she hated it, she hated it!

"Whatever." Dismissively, Jett had let out a stubborn huff of irritation, and headed towards the training hall. Training was always a good way of getting her mind off of things... though you were often on her mind if you weren't by her side training as well. Okay, so maybe you were always on her mind. She couldn't help it! She always just figured that was the cost of having a kick-ass duo; always worrying, thinking about how to improve your guys' performance... wondering why you were so damn chummy with Iso-

God. Jett needed to let off some steam before she imploded.

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The next few hours of her free time was spent perfecting her knife throws, as well as some general aerobatic moves that you had been brainstormed for her. Ways to use her radiant power more without causing too much destruction. Last thing the protocol needed was a tornado within its walls.

Though the hours passed mindlessly, Jett still couldn't figure out why the hell she was so agitated by Iso's mere existence. She was always hyped when a new duelist joined their ranks, to the point where she'd try and take them under her wing if they needed help discovering their fighting style. She took a lot of pride in her ability to help her fellow agents, and yet...

As if summoned by the mere thought, Iso happened to enter the training hall, you following by his side, explaining one thing or another. Jett wasn't sure. She hadn't been close enough to hear your conversation- but she didn't like it.

"Oh- you finally here for that spar?" She'd flashed a grin in the direction of Iso. She was itching to put him in his place- though that thought alone was quite a strange one for her. Put him in his place? He hadn't done anything-... had he?

Iso himself looked quite surprised to see Jett in the hall, and had held his hands up in a faux surrender, showing he had no interest in sparring. "Oh, you were serious-- I mean, we can totally do that another time. But Y/N was going to train with me. To help me figure out how to best use my abilities in combat, maybe using them in combination with someone else's abilities......"

Iso's voice had quickly been drowned out by Jett's own thoughts. You... were going to train with Iso? What, alone? Doing what she usually did with her duelists? Finding his fighting style?

You could see the displeased look on Jett's face, as she wasn't the best at masking her feelings for too long. Flashing your partner a nervous smile, you approached Jett. "I know Iso's abilities pretty well myself, so finding his style probably won't take too long- but we can train elsewhere if you're busy here-?" You'd offered quietly, not wanting to further upset your duo. But it was a bit too late for that.

Grabbing your arm, Jett forcefully pulled you towards the door. "Get some target practice in while I have a chat with your 'trainer'." She'd growled towards Iso, who looked more confused than anything. But he didn't question further, and definitely didn't want to witness an angry Jett in action- so he'd grabbed a gun and started shooting some targets to warm up.

Dragging, dragging, dragging on; You couldn't exactly do much to escape Jett's grasp- her upper body strength was impressive for someone of her size. "Jett-- Jett!" You call her name, trying to get her to stop dragging you, but to no avail. She didn't stop until she knew you two were completely alone. In an empty hallway.

"Jett, what the hell is up with you today? You're being more of a jerk than usual." You scolded in a hushed tone once Jett had finally let go of you, moving to fold your arms over your chest. Your body language was enough for Jett to know you were beyond irritated, but you were holding it together for her sake.

Jett just turned to glare at you, fists clutched as she struggled for a few moments. Trying to find the words to articulate how she was feeling- Feelings were difficult for her to explain most of the time. So before she could open her mouth, you held your hand up to stop her. "And I'm not going to listen if you start yelling."

God, she wanted to punch you for saying that. But it was a boundary you'd set with her after the first few arguments you two had. Things would just escalate and escalate, and neither of you would listen. Talking over each other so one of you could be heard. And even if she was angry, Jett always respected your boundaries. Which meant in this case that she wasn't going to shout.

"Right. Right right right right right." Jett exhaled deeply, and began to shake her hands in a bit of a stim. Shake the anger out, that's what she often did. And more often than not, it didn't help too much. It only subsided how much she wanted to punch things. But it would at least get her through the conversation.

"You're kind of... how can I put this lightly... driving me crazy. In a bad way." Jett articulated slowly, though was quick to see your displeasure from the look in your eyes once she'd said it. Huffing, she continued. "You're, like... being all nice n' shit to Iso, which is fine or whatever... But you were crossing some lines."

"... I'm sorry, how the hell was I crossing lines? I was showing Iso around, like Brim told me to?" You furrowed your eyebrows slightly in confusion, not knowing if you should still be irritated or not. What was going on in her head...?

"Okay, uh, example. You were showing Iso around the kitchen. My kitchen. You didn't think to ask me if I wanted to show him around the kitchen at least? Show where I hide the good flour?" Jett urged, though you couldn't help but snicker slightly.

"Jett. It's the Protocol's kitchen. And it's pretty small. There's not much to really show him. There just wasn't enough to show to justify bringing you in."

"Fine! Okay, that's fine. Just don't cook any of our meals with him, and we're fine. See? I'm being reasonable!" She had a forced smile on her face, but it was quite clear she was struggling to keep her composure. It felt like she was jumping all over the place with her logic, and she'd just started.

"Another example! You... were going to train with him."

"... Jett. I train with everybody." You shot her down almost immediately, to which you could only raise an eyebrow in mild amusement. She was really grasping at straws here for excuses to be angry, and none of them were really... viable?

"But you said, and I QUOTE-- … okay, I can't remember exactly what you said, but you mentioned something about helping Iso figure out how to use his abilities in combat." Her teal eyes bore into yours, and there, finally, you could sees a glimmer of the real problem.

Conflicted. Hesitant. Envious.

"That's my thing. No, Not just my thing. It's our thing. You were the one who inspired me to figure out unique ways to use my radiant powers in combination with other peoples' abilities. To figure out my fighting style, and helping others find theirs! That's how we became a duo! And sure, I took credit for it a lot of the time... but you were the reason I started helping people in the first place! To the point even Viper trusted me to help recruits figure out their style!" She'd began to pace back and forth as she spoke, another mild stim. If she kept her body moving in some way, it helped her thoughts flow a lot smoother.

"So why-" Jett suddenly turned to you, pinning you to the wall with both her hands on either side of your head. "Why did you try to do it without me? Were you going to... I don't know? Be his duo? The way we do things is really, really efficient, it doesn't need to change! So... Don't you dare think for a second that you're replacing me for that-- that..." Her voice trailed off, as she noticed a smirk slowly rest on your features. "Wh... What the hell are you making that face for?"

"You're jealous."

Those two words were enough to make Jett fly back a few feet, as if it physically impacted her, blasting her away from you dramatically. And as the realization slowly dawned on her, Jett's face slowly grew a bright red shade. That... would explain a lot about how she'd been feeling. She gripped her own shirt, eyes locked on the floor, suddenly all out of things to say. Rendered genuinely speechless.

"Wh... What am I jealous about?" She asked after a few moments, looking towards you for answers. Jett really didn't know why she was jealous. And you couldn't help but find that... oddly adorable, despite how scared she looked with this information out in the open.

"I don't know if I can answer that for you, J." You admitted with a slight smile, slowly approaching as if she were a startled dear in a beartrap. "But... If I had to guess, you're jealous that... I'm spending all this time with Iso, doing all the stuff you and I usually do?"

Jett's gaze remained glued to the floor tiles, hands stuck to her side. The burning feeling on her face wouldn't go away. She was completely embarrassed. Something so simple... made her upset? Groaning, she covered her face with her hands, turning away from you to hide her shame further. "M... Maybe. I think that... isn't too far off." She didn't want to admit it... though she kind of had to if she wanted you to know why she was upset.

"Jett..." Your smile softens on your face as you take a few steps towards her, raising your hand to hold her cheek. Your thumb caresses her cheek as her eyes flick towards yours. "You're an idiot. You really think I'd replace you like that? After our years of experience together?" The question caused Jett to gaze down at the ground again, taking a moment to clear her throat a bit to find some kind of rebuttal.

"You were just... I don't know. You got along really well with Iso, and clicked pretty fast." She let out a soft sigh, absentmindedly leaning against the hand to her cheek, almost affectionately. You couldn't help but compare her to a cat in that moment.

"Of course we get along well. He's my little brother. Showing him around was the best way to help him feel acclimated, after all-"

Jett felt her thoughts grind to a halt.

"Your... brother?"

You could see the mix of realization, embarrassment, and relief in her eyes. It would've made you laugh at how cute it was, but decided that, for Jett's sake, you'd hold back.

"Yeah. I told you my little brother would be joining the protocol a few months back. Did you forget, or were you not paying attention?" You raise an eyebrow in sheer amusement, as you watch Jett's expression freeze and then scramble to find an answer, to which, she couldn't find one.

"I... I am so sorry, Y/N. I completely forgot." She whispered, grabbing both of your hands within her own, holding them tight. "I'm such an idiot- and I was going to yell at you over this? Please, please, please forgive me!" Jett practically pleaded, to which you couldn't resist laughing anymore.

This precious idiot, you thought. You let out a content sigh, squeezing Jett's hands for a moment as you take a step closer. "Drill this into your head, okay, dummy? You're irreplaceable. Nobody is ever going to take the place in my heart that belongs to you."

Before Jett could even consider thinking too much into your words, you'd leant forward and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. From such a quick action, you could swear she was about to float off or launch into the air like a rocket. Frozen, but shaking.

"Jett?" You called out softly with a slight grin across your face, the cogs in her brain whirling, trying to catch up with what was happening. And the second everything clicked, Jett got the biggest, goofiest smile on her face as she proceeded to grab your face and pepper it with as many little kisses as she could before you'd push her away, laughter filling the hollow halls.

You promised Jett to spend the rest of the evening with her after training with Iso, to make up for the time she demanded back.

And fell asleep, wrapped in blankets, watching movies on your laptop. The following days, the other agents swore they'd never seen Jett so happy.

[zelda7999]

“ hey, i know it’s really late, but… i didn’t know who else to call. “

This sounds like it can be very cute and yet hold a bit of angst

: )

have a nice day dear

:D!!! Thank you Agent Viper!~

Found Family Loading... drabble coming up! Ver small <3

Untitled | 400 Words | No Spoilers

You didn’t even know if this would work, if they could pick up… But you didn’t know what else to do. Who else would be awake in the dead of night? No one… That’s who. Unless… There was someone who didn’t need to ‘sleep’ exactly.

 The dial tone taunts you as it continues on, you could swear that each tone was going to be the last, and that no one would pick up. You were almost ready to end the call too… To end it and not wait for the small hope you harboured to be squashed.

 Your thumb hovers over the end call button, but a sharp click and “Starlight?” is quick to catch your attention.

 You press the phone to your ear and the tears start falling, finally breaching the dam you had built.

 “Moon… Moon I’m sorry… I know it’s really late, but… I didn’t know who else to call…”

 You hear the click’s of him moving through the speaker, the silence almost making you regret calling. You wouldn’t want to talk to you this late either.

 “Starlight? Are you... Okay?”

 You weren’t, you really weren’t. Your tears threaten to close your throat, barely managing to squeak out an answer, the smallest “no.”

 A confirming hum comes from Moon’s side, “I see… Did we ever tell you about Sun’s lemon incident?”

 You nearly stop crying, a couple hiccups coming through as you messily wipe your face. Rough sniffling sounding as you wetly reply, “Lemon incident…?”

 A raspy giggle sounds from Moon, a couple clicks come across and then a soft fwump sound.

 “So… Sun had been told to clean the daycare and…”

 Moon tells the story of how Sun spilled a whole jug of lemon scented cleaning supplies on the play mats. It was so strongly scented they needed to close the daycare temporarily while a team was brought in to replace some mats and remove the scent. Sun was mortified, and Moon still holds it jokingly above his head. It only makes you giggle more when he mentions how much Sun didn’t want you to know about it.

 You finish your giggle fit and wipe some more tears off your face, “Thanks Moonie… That makes me feel better… but… Can we still talk about it tomorrow?”

 “Of course. Now, sleep Starlight. Even Stars need rest.”

 “Goodnight Moonie.”

 The call clicks off and you slip into bed.

[nyctophiliq]

i have an idea! may i request viper stealing kiases from reader throughout the day? viper is not the pda type but i'd like to think she would sometimes find ways to be affectionate. Thank u!!!

✮ ┆STEALING KISSES. sabine ‘viper’ callas

based on the request above.

CONTENT WARNING.           SFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT; female-bodied reader, kissing, making out, pda, affectionate viper (bit ooc), mention of other agents, | ~1.2k words

A/N.                   I TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY, valorant hasn’t been on my mind for reasons and for other games popping up on the radar- but now i am here, thirsting for valorant, hopefully i got your req right anon so please enjoy !!!

it wasn’t often and if you were quite frank, it never happened that sabine would just so bluntly say affectionate words to you in front of the other agents. she liked your relationship to be heard but not seen, for them to keep guessing about whatever was going on between the two of you and only shared it with a couple of agents who were mature enough to not run their mouth.

late mornings were among the few instances when she hardly tried holding her fondness of you back.

“good morning.” she whispers as she steps next to you at the counter of the shared kitchen, glancing at you and watching as you wait for the toast to pop out of the machine. she smiles at your concentration on such a small task before reaching for the shelf above to take out her coffee and start brewing a cup for herself.

“it’s not like you to be coming out of your lair this late, viper.” reyna chimes in as she walks behind the two of you, holding a mug in her hand and waiting for her turn at the coffee machine. sabine just shrugs, weighing her coffee grounds while taking a glimpse of you trying to catch the toast as it flies out of the machine.

“well…” she trails off with a big inhale, turning to you but still talking with reyna. “late nights equal late morning.” she picks up her mug with the now fresh coffee swirling in it, a step closer to you to easily take your chin between her free fingers and turn your head, stealing a quick kiss from you with a gentle caress to your cheek.

“see you in our meeting.” then she walks off, hiding her wicked smirk behind the mug as she leaves you and the other agents who were watching from the different corners of the kitchen to their surprise.

then there were the movie nights she dreaded.

neon, jett, and gekko were in the movie room, going back and forth between movies, arguing about what the few that have gathered up for the ridiculously loud get-together as viper liked to call it. she found it unnecessary to be weeping over make-believe characters, root for their love to bloom, or for enemies to fall. being dragged to these little events was gonna be the end of sabine, but sitting next to you, sharing a blanket, and secretly holding hands were making it up for her.

“they are awfully loud.” viper commented as you scrolled through your phone, waiting for the movie to start. you look up briefly, glancing over your shoulder as the trio argues over the movie. “you will enjoy the quiet when the movie starts.” you give her a toothy smile before your attention is back on the screen in your hand.

somewhat of a defeated sigh leaves sabine as her head falls onto your shoulder, her hold on your hand getting a little tighter. you intertwined your fingers, a reassuring squeeze or two before her free hand that was holding the blanket over the two of you before taking your phone out of your hand, her head dipping as she kissed you.

it was short, sweet, and a bit teasing as she pushed against you before pulling away. “just so i can keep calm until it quiets down...”

at the end of difficult missions.

there was nothing more rewarding after a difficult mission than to be on the vulture, heading back home to the base for a much-deserved hot shower with some music included. the shared sleeping area was nothing short of the basic needs- the mid-grade mattress, two pillows with a blanket that was just big enough to cover you and keep you from freezing.

“are you sure you don’t wanna share?” you mutter, peaking your head out from your little pod-like bed to look at viper. she shakes her head as she closes her book and puts it under the pillow. she shakes her head before stepping next to your bunk, lowering herself to your level.

“little tight in there.” she mentions as she looks inside the bunk like she hasn’t seen it a hundred times before. you roll your eyes, it was never a problem before for her to get in bed with you and now she was just thinking about it.

“we will have to be extra close then.” you propose, already scooting to be up against the wall of the bunk to make some space for her to comfortably have her own side while still being able to cuddle you.

“you can hold me to that,” she says, running her fingers down your arm before continuing. “when we get back.” sabine looks tired as she keeps looking at you, holding eye contact while the other agents complain about the lights being still on, the two of you still speaking your lovey-dovey stuff, and some (like phoenix) loudly teasing viper despite being afraid of her how gooey she was with you.

you watch her roll her eyes before she leans in to plant a kiss on your lips, making it a bit sloppy, a pinch loud just to rub it in for all the eyes that might be looking over. “goodnight now.”

in the medbay after being seriously injured.

whether it was joining in a shoot-out despite being ordered to ambush the targets, taking a bullet for her, or hesitating to go up against her mirror version she did not enjoy the sight of your blood staining through bandages, stitches tearing your skin up, and pills being forced down your throat for pain relief. 

“you are an idiot!” she yells as she bursts through the door of the medical wing, and if looks could kill you would have been dead by now. she was back in her casual clothes now, waltzing over to you with hands balled into fists.

“hey, ‘bean…” you say nervously when she steps next to your bed and you don’t know whether to ask for a kiss or shield yourself from potential blows. she looked pissed, no wonder, you got grazed with not one but two bullets as you were shoving her out of the way, almost turning into cold meat right there and there.

“do not.” she cuts you off, knowing very well that you were just going to run your usual line of excuses. you try to start again, try and reason with her that it was necessary because you’d rather be in this bed arguing with her than watch her refuse any kind of treatment because ‘she can take it’.

she grips your jaw, her face scrunching up with doubt that you deserve this kiss she is about to give you because you really deserve a smothering for what you did rather than a small reward like that, not to mention that few nurses that were inside tending to the other agents who were bearing their weakness out on stretchers. there was a conflict in herself, but she gave in after the storm of arguments inside her was getting too loud and leaned in to kiss you.

she doesn’t do it long enough to deepen the kiss, only long enough for you to notice how she tasted like mint gum and toothpaste as she pulled away and let your head fall against the pillow as you tried to catch your breath again. she pulls back to stand over you, her hands still gripping at your jaw, before she lets her body collapse onto the chair beside the side of your bed and rests her head on your chest. “you’re an idiot.” 

[hopelessrromantix]

content: long because i combined two days, degradation, dacryphilia, yoru being an asshole (but what's new tbh)

You were the peaceful type, you really were. You were one of the protocol’s resident healers, and a protege of Viper. Despite working with weaponry and fighting constantly, when it came to your team members, you tried to stay as calm as possible.

Being a controller and a healer, your job was to protect everyone above all else, and you took that job seriously. Even when Viper recruited you, she’d told everyone you were a source of balance that the team needed.

You, Sage, and Sova, always managed to act as voices of reason. Even when the group was at their craziest, they always took your words into account. It was something you were grateful for, it made protecting them that much easier.

All around, everyone in Valorant treated you with kindness and respect.

Everyone but Yoru.

He was a narcissistic bastard who always put himself above others. Even when his teammates had to save his ass, he always found a way to make it look like he was the hero.

As a duelist, he was always charging, picking off people as he could. He never made healing easy. He’d come crawling to you, beaten and bloodsoaked, still acting like he was perfect.

He never thanked you, either. It was always some sarcastic comment about how he didn’t even need you, how he’d already done all the work. To some of the other protocol members, it was annoying. But he always seemed to come after you, like some kind of personal vendetta.

“It couldn’t be Skye or Sage?”

“Why are the rest of you even here, huh? I’m doing all the hard work.”

“Can’t you heal me faster? And smoke them off better next time, this time sucked.”

It was always those little, stupid comments. You never argued with him, always putting the mission above your own feelings. You weren’t anyone’s punching bag, but every time you explained to him what he was doing wrong, he waved you off. So, in favor of staying alive, you always bit your tongue in the middle of the field.

But this time, he’d taken it too far.

Despite your team mostly being duelists, you’d managed to ace, getting them all back home safely. They were all injured, though it was nothing lethal. It’d taken a lot of healing on your part, but you were just happy to be back home. Well, as ‘home’ as you could be.

The rest of the team had congratulated you, Jett and Phoenix offering the rest of the protocol exaggerated retellings. Even Viper gave you a nod, which, coming from her, was a lot.

Yoru, on the other hand, couldn’t help being petty.

“Oh please, the only reason he managed to do anything was because I’d injured them. The only reason he ever manages to do anything is because of us.” He’d waved off Jett and Phoenix’s retorts, simply scoffing. “You’d be more useful healing, but half the time you can’t even do that right.”

And something about that was enough to make you snap.

Jett and Phoenix froze in their spots, a few other protocol members doing the same. Some of them opened their mouths to defend you, but you acted faster than they could.

“I’ve had enough of your shit,” You mumbled, grabbing him by the hand and dragging him out of the dining hall. Most of the agents were focused on their dinner, so they didn’t seem to care.

“Yeah, he’s gonna get his ass kicked,” Jett joked, shrugging as Yoru looked shocked at their lack of reaction.

You pulled him all the way to your room, one of the furthest in the protocol. The hall was completely empty since most of the protocol was down eating. The only exceptions were Cypher, Killjoy, and Chamber. Cypher never ate with the group, Killjoy spent far too much time in her lab, and you were pretty sure Chamber thought he was too good for the protocol’s food. Still, an empty hall was the perfect place to yell at Yoru without Viper getting upset at the noise.

“The hell are you doing,” He muttered once you let go of him. He dusted himself off, as if touching you had contaminated him.

“I’m tired of this, Yoru,” You began. You saw him roll his eyes, another sarcastic comment about to come out of his mouth. But you simply held up your hand and talked over him, forcing him to listen.

“You think it’s alright to insult me, to belittle me. What, because I won’t fight back?” You questioned, your tone seeping with venom. “I’ve been nothing but kind and patient. I’ve put up with everything you’ve had to say, every stupid little comment about how you’re better than me, or how I’m fucking useless.”

By now you were fully yelling. Yoru looked surprised, and honestly, you were too. You never got mad like this, but right now, you didn’t really care.

“I’m not putting up with you or anything you have to say anymore. If you want my help, my healing, my kindness, smoke, if you want absolutely anything from me, I’d better get one hell of an apology.”

He stared blankly for a moment, looking like was still processing your words.

“Well? Nothing to say?” Yoru wasn’t meeting your eyes anymore and you could see his face heating up red. Did you embarrass him? You weren’t entirely sure what the hell was going through his head, but at the moment you didn’t really care.

“Look, unless you feel like begging, you can go to hell for all I care,” You huffed. Still, there was no response. “One chance, Yoru. Your next words better be good.”

“I’ll do a lot more than make it up to you,” He muttered. You opened your mouth to say something, but he grabbed your collar pulling you closer to him.

He leaned up, his lips meeting yours. Your eyes widened before you shoved him off.

“The hell are you doing?!” You yelled, looking at him incredulously. “Are you insane? I ask for an apology and you take it as, what, a confession?!”

“You’re hot when you yell,” He offered, shrugging. “Besides, you wanted me to make it up to you right?”

You paused for a moment, analyzing his face. It took you a minute or two to believe he was even serious.

“You fucking slut,” you scoffed. “You finally pissed me off enough and your only solution is to suck my dick and make up for it?”

You chuckled at the way he avoided your eyes. His cheeks were red, though he attempted to turn away it wasn’t helping him hide.

“What, do you do this to everyone you piss off?” You questioned. “Or did you just wait for the opportunity to do it to me?”

He looked offended at your statement. “You think I ask random people to fuck often?”

You shrugged. “With how easy that was, I wouldn’t be shocked if it’s a regular activity.” You chuckled at the way his brows furrowed, expression shifting to anger. “You wanna be a slut? I’ll treat you like one.”

You grabbed onto his arm again, this time with more force, and dragged him inside your room. The door shut behind you, the small light beside it turning red to signal it was locked.

You didn’t waste any time, pinning him to the wall next to your door and catching his lips in yours.

The kiss was rough, your teeth clacked and he bit at your bottom lip after only a few seconds. You chuckled at how eager he was.

Lifting one leg to your hip, you felt how hard he was already.

“Don’t tell me your hard just from this,” You laughed. “You really are a whore.”

You captured his lips again, this time gaining a low moan from his as you did so.

You finally pulled away from his lips, attacking his neck instead. He tilted his head to the side, giving you as much room as he could.

You slipped off his jacket, watching as he eagerly took his shirt off before tugging at yours. You obliged, sliding it over your shoulders and focusing back on him.

“Strip.” Your voice was stern, a tone you didn’t use often. Yoru seemed a bit surprised at the aggression in your voice. He opened mouth with a half smirk on his face, obvious with some stupid retort in mind. Instead, you reach up to firmly grip his throat, your hand steady. “Don’t you fucking talk back, you strip and get on your knees.”

His nod was hesitant, but he did, tossing his clothes aside. You did the same, watching eagerly as he sank to his knees. You could see his eyes tracing you. He was fully hard by now, twitching slightly as he looked at you.

“Well?” You questioned, looking at him expectantly. “Start making it up to me.”

His eyes flicked down to your half hard cock, taking it in his hand and stroking it slowly. You let out a sigh as his tongue flicked out to lick the tip. He watched your expression carefully, tongue softly circling your now hard dick.

“Aw, you can do better than that,” You cooed, grabbing onto his hair and shoving him all the way down your length. It hit the back of his throat and he let out a loud gag, tears instantly gathering in his eyes. You groaned at the feeling of his throat constricting around you, his tongue tracing the underside of your dick. He was still trying his best to suck, but was more focused on not gagging.

“There you go,” You smiled, dragging him up and down your length. “I like you so much better when you’re quiet.”

You saw his eyebrows furrow in anger, but it went away the second you started fucking his face.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, his face flushed and eyes wide. He still stared up at you, watching the pleased expression on your face.

He reached his hand down to his own cock, intending to stroke it when you slowed down. “Don’t you dare touch yourself. Sit there and be a good little fuck toy, got it?”

He nodded as best he could, his hand reaching up to your thigh as your pace started up again.

It was brutal, your balls slapping against his chin as you thrust into his mouth as deep as you could.

“Fuuuccck yes,” You hummed, feeling your orgasm approaching. “Takin’ my dick so well. Such a good whore.”

The whine Yoru let out spurred you to the edge. You pulled out of his mouth, stroking your cock as fast as you could manage.

“Mouth open, bitch.”

He compiled without question, mouth opening just as you came. Ropes of cum decorated his face, a good amount landing in his mouth.

“Swallow, you fucking cum rag.” Yet again he complied, taking down everything in his mouth and licking a bit outside.

When you looked him over, you noticed the white covering his stomach and the floor. You almost laughed at the sight. The man who thought it was so funny to torment you, kneeling on the floor covered in cum.

You gripped his chin, forcing him to meet your eye. “You always act like you’re better than everyone else, yet here you are. Whoring yourself out so you don’t get your ass kicked.” His face flushed more, a few stray tears falling. You leaned down slightly so he could hear you better. “You’re a hell of a lot more tolerable like this.”

He let out a near whimper at that, his half hard cock twitching slightly at your comment. You chuckled at him, looking so desperate despite how willing he was to put you down.

“You can clean yourself up, then get the hell out of my room.” He seemed a bit disappointed at that, and admittedly, you wouldn’t mind doing this again. Not that you could tolerate him for longer than it would take to fuck him. “Don’t get too upset, I’m sure I’ll need to shut you up again.”

Yoru was ashamed at how much he liked that idea.

[l0serloki]

Cooking with Valorant Agents!

(Chamber, Sova, Fade, Viper)

CW : OCD? (Chamber), Eating, not much else

A/N : I am so hungry but I really just don’t want to get up. This was an idea I had a few days ago but just now wrote up. Per usual, if there’s mistakes… no there isn’t. ALSO, I wrote this one on my phone so the text might be different.

Chamber :

I feel like he would be one of two things. Either a really good chef, or not know how to cook.

Look, he loves expensive food that fits his palate but with that money…

You think he’s cooking that lobster himself? Maybe. It depends on his mood! If he wants to cook and be alone, he can. If he really wants an amazing meal - he gets someone to do it.

He knows how to cook basic meals but that won’t do for my sacred mans tongue.

If you ask him to cook, he will join you. But expect a lot of complaining. He wants to keep everything super clean!

“Vincent, I love you but this is so unrealistic.” You could only sigh as your boyfriend frantically sweeped.

You two had been baking for not more than ten minutes when his little ‘cleaning mode’ had started. There was a bit of flour dusting around the table, and some egg shells laying out to be tossed. It wasn’t much and not really a priority of yours while you were cooking but to Vincent… It was the end of the world.

“Oh my. The counter will probably be stained! How did I not notice this sooner?” The mans shrill voice echoed throughout the room. You could only stand and chuckle, watching the scene unfold.

“Like I said. It’s not the end of the world. This is about us, not some egg shells.” You reassured him, lips smothering his face in kisses. His body eased under your touch, breath slowing.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Let us finish up and then we can relax.” Chamber’s arms wrapped around you, lips kissing at your temple. You hummed under the affection, glad that he was over his fit.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

Sova :

He cooks a lot! I feel like his Grandma taught him dishes and he loves sharing them.

Sova will be the one to ask you to cook! He wants to see your favorite foods & spend time with you!

This man LOVES desert. (It’s supposed to be a secret though! Hide some chocolates for him <3)

Overall, he loves to be in the kitchen and will gladly serve you OR cook with you!

“Oh, Y/N! This was so fun!” Sova smiled, arms setting down the hot pan. The two of you had spent the evening cooking per his request. You had not expected it to be as exciting as it was. Sova had taught you a lot and still made you feel smart.

“Mm, this was fun. We will have to do my idea next time.” You kissed at the mans cheek, sneaking a bite of the food.

His hand wrapped around your wrist, snickering at your embarrassment.

“Yes, we should. But what did I just say? The food is hot! Now shoo! I’ll bring it to you, minx.” Sasha teased, pushing you away from eating more. You grinned, making your way into the living room.

“You better! If you eat it all yourself, you’ll have to make more!”

Fade :

I feel like she’s iffy on cooking. Don’t get me wrong, she cooks all her meals. She just doesn’t get super excited about it or anything.

But, if it’s something you love or enjoy then she will pitch in!

She’ll be your little helper! She sets up all the ingredients and makes sure to measure things ahead of time.

Fade also has a big appetite and will be glad to have a nice meal!

“You are really good at this.” Fade’s voice whispered as her arms wrapped around your torso. The two of you had been making some snacks for the base. It was an idea you had to spend time with your girlfriend and still get stuff done.

“You’re too kind. Can you grab me some sugar, love?” You asked and the woman had already departed. It was cute how rigorous she was. All the ingredients were at your disposal within seconds, her hands working to help you in any way possible.

“Here.” Fade sat down the sugar, lips caressing the nape of your neck. You rubbed your fingers over her hand, murmuring a quiet thanks.

Maybe you should ask Fade for help more often!

Viper :

WOW.

She shocks you at how good she cooks! Occasionally she will make dinner and it’s always amazing.

“I just followed the instructions. I’m good with measuring. It’s what I do with my poisons.”

“That’s so reassuring, babe. Thanks.”

If cooking is what you want to do, she’s got the apron strapped on.

She’s the type of girlfriend to lick stuff off your face or finger just to fluster you. Better watch out!

Not even two days ago you had mentioned how you were missing a good meal. Well, your girlfriend never ceased to surprise! As you got home from work, Sabine had dressed the table for dinner. The meal looked and smelled delicious. You slumped, delighted at such a treat.

“Baby, this looks amazing. Thank you.” You grinned, giving the woman a kiss as she settled next to you.

“You’re welcome. Eat up.”

You did as told, digging into the food. It was more than good. The best way to describe it would be comparing it to an expensive restaurant. Who knew Viper could cook this well?

“Sabine, this is mind-blowing. Since when did you cook so well?” You raised an eyebrow. Viper only snorted, waving her hand in nonchalance.

“I am not that good. I simply followed the recipe. You know, getting ingredients is a lot like my poisons. Maybe that’s why it ended up so well.”

You choked at the comment, not expecting such an answer.

“Wow babe, that’s so reassuring.”

[monin1ca]

Hello!:) May I request for an angst with Chamber x Reader (might end up happy haha) but was thinking in a way of a reader having a crush on the agent but seeing him flirt/or getting flirted with another agent - seeing them and closing off to Chamber! (Hopefully it is not super complicated! and of course if you don't want to that is okay <3)

Thank you!! Your stories are a really nice read:> and sorry if it is a bit confusing english is not my first language and it is my first time sending a request haha >.>

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Cursing, Slight Red Flag Chamber ( But that's ok, hes a red flag and were the flag poles... *wink wonk*), sad and tired reader (female), I didn't really follow some parts of the request forgive me≡(▔﹏▔)≡

Synopsis:"A-are you sure? I thought you had eyes on Viper-" "I don't know why I do these things; perhaps it's my bad habit." The male lies; he knows why.

"Viper, you must let me take you out sometime. Dinner, dancing, I know the perfect place~" 

"Chamber, I would rather drink my own poison."

You were in the distance, watching this interaction go down; The French man’s thick and caramel-like voice rang through the earpiece.  Your heart aches; you want to be in Viper’s place. Receiving all the flirting and playful banter, you’ve thought of millions of responses to all his classic pick-up lines. It sounded like you were a lovesick puppy following its master because it was true.

You clutched the ghost in your hand; the thing would break in half if you weren’t aware of your strength. Neon immediately noticed your mood gone sour, she looks over at the place you're staring at and rolls her eyes. "Hay nako (Oh my gosh), don't mind him. As much as you fawn over him, you need to focus at the mission on hand." The duelist remarks, "Get to your position," she points her lips to the backsite. "We're about to start." You trudged slowly to the area, setting up your gadgets.

Unbeknowest to you, Chamber was watching your reaction. He left his earpiece open for you to hear. He chuckles at his actions, he shouldn't be showing signs that he didn't want you. It was the opposite. He wanted you badly, so badly. Chamber himself was confused why he was doing this. Perhaps it was the habit of this fake persona he's made.

"Many sightings of enemies going to my site, please send reinforcements." Your voice pierced through the earpiece, catching everyone's attention. "Roger that, your 'lil gadgets should hold 'em back right Y/N?" Phoenix jokes, "Shut up and get over here." "Woah... Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed."

The mission took forever the finish, you were sleepy and tired. Your backpack was extra heavy, because your gadgets were destroyed by the enemy team; plus the samples Killjoy begged you to put in your bag. You were practically stumbling on your way back to the helicopter. " You alright, Y/N?" Phoenix inquires, "No," You whine. "I'm so sleepy and tired and-" You slump down on the floor, "My bags extra heavy! I can't move anymore..." Neon sighs, "Akin na bag mo (Give me your bag)." You drag the heavy bag to Neon. She lifts it up without much effort, "The fuck? What's in here? Rocks?!" "I'll carry you then, after all you held down an entire site on your own! You deserve it!" Phoenix hums, as he lends you a hand. You mumble a small thank you and grab the mans hand. He carries you piggyback style, and the team continues to walk to the designated rendezvous point.

"Brimstone said the 'copter wasn't clear for take-off," Viper sighs, "Why, tho?" Phoenix chimes. "Let me finish my sentence." The controller states coldly, "The reason why is because there was 'air traffic.' Bullshit." "Ah, Viper! My offer still stands," Chamber hums, "I know this place very well. Let me treat you guys to dinner!" The Frenchman pulls out his phone and promptly orders a cab for all of you.

You all arrive at a great place with gold and diamond chandeliers intricately decorated on the ceiling. Rhythmic music plays in the background, setting the mood. Loud chatter and laughter overlap with the music. "Uh- I feel underdressed." You say as you gawk at the place; many beautifully dressed females with pearl necklaces and expensive purses eyed your party with judgemental eyes. With only Chamber dressed for the occasion. "Don't worry, I do too." Neon groans, "I think we all do." Phoenix sighs. The waitress comes and helps you with your table; you sit beside Chamber because "coincidently," there was no other chair available.

One look at the menu and you wanted to faint. "20 DOLLARS FOR ONE TINY LOBSTER??!" You screeched in shock. Chamber snickers as he wraps an arm around you. "Don't worry my friend, It's my treat after all ~" "This is a scam, fam..." Phoenix breathes out shakily, who was also flabbergasted at the prices. You all hesitantly order your food, and some small talk begins at the table.

"So that's how your tattoos work?!" You say, intrigued at Chamber's abilities. "But- Does your trademark also work the same way?" You stop; Chamber was staring at you. With a soft smile on his face, you immediately cover your mouth. "I'm Sorry- I must be annoying you-" "Ah, don't worry, Cheri. After all, I love talking about myself." He giggles as he places his hands on his palms. Chamber feels a slight tap on his shoulder, "Uhm- Hey there, sexy," A well-dressed woman drawls. You internally cringed at her approach, "my friends and I thought you looked absolutely ravishing... We were just wondering if we could get your number?" You thought Chamber would allow his ego to get stroked and entertain them, but no. He turns them down politely and looks back to continue explaining his abilities. The lady looked like she was bitchslapped across her face, clearly not accepting Chamber's rejection. "I will have you reprimanded, young man! Do you know who I am?" "You're an entitled bitch that can't handle rejection." You scoffed, and Chamber was surprised. He hasn't seen this side of you before; perhaps you didn't like how she flirted with him. "Now, excuse me, you're blocking the way of my food." You dismiss her, waving your hand away to shoo her off. The embarrassed woman runs back to her seat, holding off tears. The whole table laughs, and you begin eating.

The night ends well, and the helicopter arrives soon. You all leave the restaurant and go back to the pick-up point. You were at the back of the group with Chamber. Relishing the feeling of being with him, your fatigue catches up with you, and your legs begin wobbling again. Chamber offers to carry you, and you accept graciously. 'Chamber smells so good.' You thought you felt his muscles flexing under his suit and tie. You were gushing so much over his figure you didn't even notice he stopped walking. You only came to your senses when he said, "Cheri, I like you." Panicking at the sudden confrontation, you buried your head in the crook of his head. The air was cold, yet you felt so hot. You shakily breathed out, "A-are you sure? I thought you had eyes on Viper-" "I don't know why I do these things; perhaps it's my bad habit." The male lies; he knows why. "But I'm willing to do anything to make it up to you." That's the truth; he would burn down this godforsaken world for your happiness. He puts you down and faces you, slowly caressing your cheekbones.

"You think they're alright?" Phoenix whispers to Neon as he stares at the two sentinels at the back. "Yeah, I'm sure they are." She chuckles as she witnesses the party kiss. "Jeez, she took long to say it; I don't know how long I could bare their tension." Viper gags, and the firebird shouts. "Ay! Could yall hurry it up?! I know you're having a moment, but Brim says the 'choppers there now!"

Author's Note: HEY AGAIN, JUST GONNA FINISH MY REQUESTS FROM LAST YEAR!! I SWEAR I'M GETTING IT DONE... (I'm lying im trying to farm for Yelan ok（；´д｀）ゞ) ANYWAYS SEE YOU AGAIN TILL THE NEXT ONE<333

[mezzy-1]

A Bunch of WHOLESOME Valorant Headcanons

Damn I shoulda posted these a week ago but here goes. Also thank you to @eviethelesbian for coming up with the prompt. Gotta give credit yknow.

Neon

Is always challenging people to race her or beat her in some way.  Competitive as hell but just likes the thrill of it

Misses her old home, but brought a lot of her mementos along and has a story behind every one of them in her room

She’s worried about her powers acting up, but Sage and Reyna helping her out has given her a little more confidence.  She’s grateful to both of them

Sleeps like a rock after a hard day, to the point where it's usually impossible to wake her and not get shocked in the process

Has big sister energy with most of the other young agents and lightly teases them if they lose to her.  Always lets people rechallenge her and may or may not let them win 

Complete menace to the fridge because of the calories she burns running so fast, but shares the food she preps.  

Gets excited when she meets dogs and will absolutely lose her mind if someone lets her pet their dog

Brimstone

Despite being the leader and ex-military he’s not really harsh on any of the younger agents

They still hate him for the PT he makes them do, especially because he knows how to bring out the best of them.  

Usually it's reminding them about not letting someone close to them down, but other times it’s about proving themself

A lot of personal records have been set thanks to Brimstone, but the aches and pains from intense exercise are the price of hard work

He is always there for agents when they have self doubt or regret.  A hand on their shoulder, giving them some time to themselves, or a quick story from his ‘younger days’ that manages to provide some guidance

Him and KAYO sometimes take a few extra minutes after a briefing to go over ‘potential strategies’ or ‘advanced tactics’ but everyone knows it's for them to talk about something pleasant before getting back to work.  

When agents return from a successful mission and are unharmed, the look on his face is of pure relief

Killjoy

A lot of her ideas come from something someone says or suggests, she’s always listening to people intently because of this

The chicken design on the turret was in reference to a chicken she kept after her school did one of those agriculture/biology programs.  She named it ‘Gelbie’ and the turret shares the name.

She may build her gadgets, but she prefers to have people weigh in on the colors (hence Raze helping her out a lot).  She lets people pick out some of the colors of things

She’s the tech support for a lot of people and likes using it as an excuse to get to know people.  Also has left notes for people who don’t understand tech as well, signed with little doodles 

Can and will outdrink other agents, and loves dragging people to go clubbing.  If whoever she brings isn’t the most social, she’ll keep close if they need it and encourage them to try dancing with someone

Huge nerd for everything and somehow part of every fandom.  Will definitely rewatch or replay things with fellow agents.  Enjoys talking about the nerdiest stuff with anyone 

While working for Kingdom, she’d hack the coffee machines and vending machines to spit out free drinks for her favorite coworkers.

Absolutely loves her jacket, and it was a gift from one of her friends back in Germany and she does her best to keep it in the best condition she can, despite the firefights

If an agent is a little shaken from the last fight, she’ll lay her jacket on them if they need it or if they’re sleeping.  She sees it as extending a bit of good luck.

Blushed a lot when Raze joined the VP and stayed up late to help her with any kind of work.  She’d make excuses for it too and try to avoid letting people see how red her face was.  It made it even more obvious

Deadlock

Didn’t realize how serious she seemed at first and used to scare some of the younger agents, much to the amusement of Viper.  Apologized a lot after she realized it

Has moments where she drops her formality and everyone kinda stops what they’re doing.  When she isn’t restraining herself to monotone or quiet it’s really noticeable

Nobody knew she could laugh at first but it came out once.  It’s one of those really loud and tearful ones that she can barely breathe through.  Borderline snorting laugh

On occasion she’ll tell people how they remind her of her ‘sisters’ 

Will sit in with the other agents while they watch dramas and whatever else, despite her obvious confusion.  

Is blunt, but tells people what they need to hear to get things done.  Never leaves any room for miscommunication or anxiety at all

Understanding and observant with the other agents, and is often able to bring an element of calm to tense situations

Kept the tags of her Staljaeger unit and has them in a locked box in her room, along with a group photo

Enjoys doing her weapon maintenance because she can sort of lose herself in the work, but doesn’t mind doing it with others

Wears a ton of sweaters, like absolutely lives in those ultra-comfortable ones that are constantly warm

Gekko (+ Wingman)

Wingman will grab people’s hands and try to lead them to things.  It’s always the fridge cause he isn’t tall enough to reach the handles

Wingy will bring things to his favorite people, and most of the time its things from Chamber’s room cause of how shiny they are

Neon loves that Wingman steals from Chamber and lets him into Chamber’s room for the hell of it

If asked to grab things by anyone other than Gekko, he brings the wrong item most of the time.  Cypher once asked for a soldering iron and Wingman brought back a minifridge that let cans and food everywhere

Dizzy passively floats in Gekko’s room like a helium balloon and is usually found on the ceiling.  All curled up and sleeping like a cat.

Thrash will follow a laser pointer around and yes there’s a video of it 

Gekko may not have a lot of battlefield experience but he’s always ready to charge in to save someone.  

He also gets along great with everyone by keeping things light and throwing compliments around.  Phoenix and him brighten up a room, and behave like brothers

Loves having dinner with the protocol, it feels like the dinners his familia would have 

Will attempt to do challenges from the internet with other agents.  Most of the duelists are usually game but getting Brimstone to try something makes his day

Discussed working with the protocol with his mom before leaving, and sends her little postcards from the places he’s visited.  The radivores sign them with paw prints

Will help people dye their hair no questions asked and knows all the places to get tattoos and dye in LA.  Loves showing his home to the agents.

Loves getting together with people and hitting up food trucks, doesn’t matter what kind of food either

Protocol Wide Headcanon

One time someone (Neon or Jett take ur pick) put a Jalapeno in someone’s (Harbor’s) food as a prank.  When he ate it no problem, that’s when some other agents chimed in saying that Jalapenos aren’t spicy.

This began a debate as to what is and isn’t considered spicy, and to test their theories more chiles, peppers, and habaneros were eaten.

This led to almost the entire protocol having a contest to see who could eat the spiciest food.  A lot of people were either trying to prove a point or show how tough they were

It got so heated that Brimstone stepped in, and decided to make a point as to who knows spicy food the best

He made a chili the next night that had people turning red, downing milk and chewing ice, and generally rolling around in pain

Undiluted spice hell

Brim said he used a family recipe and that nobody would ever be able to handle the chili his grandpa came up with

Viper had poured straight capsaicin into the chili the night before, she just wanted to stop the contest and since capsaicin is a neurotoxin she had a ton of it lying around

Brim still thinks it was his cooking

Now from time to time, small contests of spice tolerance break out over dinner but not enough to get the attention of the higher ups, fear of the chili haunts them