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bbeboppp · 27 days ago

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∘ ONESHOT: Hound Dog 〔Jett Rinks x reader〕

➺ Sorry I don't write more No Hope in Hell chapters, I've grown out of that celebrity crush. Really, I write for myself if there's no fics I like/follow a story I've got in my head, I only post stuff because other people might enjoy it. I might write another chapter some day, who knows. ➺ A/N: The context is pre-rich Jett and you as the reader is Benedict's unhappy wife (I've never tried this trope before don't crucify me if I butcher it. x) Also, I didn't proof read. Good luck.

• The first time you met Jett you were introduced by Benedict. To you, Jett was like a stray dog, a dark horse but less noble. Instead of walking, he would stalk; his words drawled coolly with a thick coy Southern accent; he was slick but wirey in nature; there was an unpredictable factor about his manners. Unbothered by Benedict's presence, he gave you a smile of curiosity, his dark squinting eyes assessing you, trying to look through you skin and skull and into your brain, or maybe just through your clothes. He had that sort of gaze that made you feel naked.

• When he shook your hand, he gripped it tight and held on for an awkwardly long length of time. He had calloused and strong tanned hands that gripped yours, softer and smaller in comparison. Looking into his eyes makes you feel like electricity is coursing through your veins. Benedict warned you about Jett beforehand. He told you, "Never mind our cow-hand Jett, he's nothin' but a Hound dog."

• Benedict noticed Jett's presence much more on the farm since he'd brought you home. Jett often drove past the large manor, looking at the windows as he passed by trying to spot you in that maze of a home.

• Deep down Jett is a romantic. After the stiffness of the first few interactions wears off, he'll tell you all about his life; his parents, his past jobs, his childhood. He'll ask you questions too, mostly about you and Benedict. He'll ask if you're getting along, when you met each other, if you're planning children. Once while driving you somewhere he felt extra bold and asked if you ever considered extramarital affairs.

• You didn't plan on ever doing anything remotely unloyal to Benedict, not until he began to rule the house with a strange possessive feeling somewhere between wrath and business, getting angried easily and excluding you from conversations he didn't think you could handle because of your sex. It drove you away, despite your attempts to reconcile; you were undoubtedly unhappy, and with divorce not being an option you started to look at the young fit cow-hand; Jett Rink.

• The first time you decided to give back the signals he gave you was during one of the many times he escorted you from the field to the house. You hated being sent back to the house by your husband, it made you feel like a trapped songbird kept in a cage. You vented about your frustration to Jett, who was quick to jump on the bandwagon that his employer was a douche-bag. "He won't let me do anything! He's suffocating me!" You yelled, and something stirred inside Jett. Maybe Benedict's wife wasn't as happy as she kept letting on, maybe, maybe..

"If you had a wife would you treat her this way?" The question knocked Jett's train of thought off the rail, he took his eyes off the dirt road to look back at you, perplexed. He saw faint tear stains on your face; you were so frustrated and you had bundled it up for so long now you were letting it loose.. To a rag-tag vagabond who could just be a lowly playboy. Jett stammered, big the inside of his cheek and looked back at the road. This was going well, or was it a trap? He wanted to pick his words carefully, and so after a tough silence, he answered you.

"If you were my wife, I wouldn't treat you that way. No." He shook his head, frowning as the sun shone on the bonnet of the car, reflecting into his virile blue eyes.

Before he could continue, you laughed. He turned his face to you, what had he said made you laugh? He laughed a little, even though he didn't know what the joke was. "Whats so funny?" He humoured, those charming dimples poking his cheeks.

"I asked *if* you had a wife, not if *I* was your wife." You replied in a teasing manner, looking back at him with a sort of gotcha expression. Jett's cheeks flushed, what an embarassing fluke.

"Oh well, y'know, I meant.." Jett's tongue stumbled around his mouth like a drunkard, embarassing him ever further. You looked at him endearingly; the tough cowboy who smiled once a fornight and stalked around your husband's premises like a tomcat was cherry-cheeked and stumbling in front of you now, over the smallest little detail in a sentence.

"Well, as in.." He paused, took a deep inhale and exhale and looked over at you again. You looked back, hoping he'd keep talking; you loved his Southern drawl. "Oh darnit, nevermind." He mumbled, turning his attention back to the road.

• Since that day, you noticed a shift in his behaviour. The once aloft quiet young man who's acts of kindness could've been written off as simply friendly or helpful changed tactics. The first thing you noticed is those quick darting glances he took at you were suddenly lengthened. He stared, with dark soul-strong blue eyes that you grew to wish to meet. When your husband or Luz wasn't around, he'd sneak in little pet named when he addressed you. "Let me get that for you darlin'." "Don't worry baby, it won't rain just yet." "Is Benedict gone for the whole day hun? Leavin' you all lonely?"

• It became an inside joke between the two of you for him to mention something Benedict had done, and you'd ask if he'd do that to his wife. Jett always laughed extra loud at your jokes. Jokes never got old with him. "Benedict forget your dinner date? That's a pity." "Would you ever forget you a dinner date with your wife Jett?"

• Benedict had his suspicions about you and Jett, but he thought it only went as far as Jett would blatantly flirt with you, and you only politely answered back. Jett wasn't as careful as he could've been, he stared and lingered too much around you, and smiled extra hard when you spoke to him.

• Luz made comments about how she never knew you had bought a new dog. When you asked her what she meant, she grumbled about how obviously Jett stuck around in a room when you were there, how he'd always join into a conversation if you were in it, how he scowled at your husband if Benedict ever scolded or ridiculed you.

• The first time you kissed Jett was as he held the door to the automobile open for you. You stepped out, and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight Jett." You turned back and waved sweetly at him as you walked towards the house. He stared at you gobsmacked; then tilted his head down so his hat covered the smile on his face as your husband stepped out onto the porch to greet you. Part of what sent a thrill into Jett's veins was because of how high-risk it was. Three seconds later and you both would've been done for. He wondered if you liked him, *him* in particular, or if you were just a sad bored housewife looking for any man to have an affair with. Either way, it was fun and he wanted it to last as long as possible.

• At the welcoming party, you felt like an outsider in your own celebration. Everyone knew everyone, and when Benedict left you to tend to the meat you wandered off to a fence to lean against and sip your drink. The sun was blazing, the people's voices turned into hums and the buzz of that midday heat on the back's of crickets turned the landscape into a fever dream. "Lonely?" You turned your head, on the other side of the fence a handsome face greeted you. You smiled back softly. He has been lingering for a while, avoiding people, waiting for Benedict to wander off so he could approach you. He did that often. Some folk noticed you had hidden under the shade of a small tree, conversing with the help. Low disapproving mutters spread across the crowds, that was just the nature of small town folks; they loved to talk, but never confront.

• During days Benedict would be away handling cows in their herds miles away, you'd take strolls in the early morning, before midday struck and the hottest heat drove you back inside seeking shelter. If Jett was around at these times he'd ditch whatever tasks he'd been assigned and follow along, making small talk.

• You learned he wasn't any sort of scoundrel or lost boy like Ben, Luz or anyone else for that matter had described him. He had a brazen look about him, piercing eyes that looked for trouble, sure, but he had a soft warm core, and although not yet had he let you in to that core you felt it's warmth radiate through his thick skin.

• He never pushed ever, never tried initiate or ask for anything from you other than your attention. That sort of pure, loving interest was something you'd never experienced before. He was a gentleman, wrapped up in a world where he was outcasted.

• During one of these strolls, Jett asked you if you loved Benedict. A tough question. He was your husband and provider, but that was all. He wasn't your lover. He was your provider only because you were a housewife and forbidden to be anything else. He was a hard working man, but he lacked any emotional intelligence you could bond to, he was a shallow character and he had a superiority complex brewing under it all. You spoke about this to Jett, but never said whether or not you loved Benedict, but Jett got the hint.

• Jett and you share cigarettes sometimes. He'll let you smoke the first half of it, because you prefer it's taste. His rollies crumble and fall apart a lot, and he huffs about them until you offer to roll them for him. Truth is, he can roll fine, he just loved seeing you do things for him. It was his funny way of finding out if you cared enough to do something for him.

• On the other hand, if smoking bothered you, Jett would stop smoking around you, and eventually give it up altogether without you ever having to ask for it.

• As you and Benedict's life fell apart, you and Jett's strengthened. Nights he wouldn't sleep in the same bed as you, returned home late or not at all, you'd leave in the middle of the night and sleep in the haystacks up in the barn. Jett slept up in the rafters of the barn; he was that sort of character. He had a mattress and pillow of straw underneath him and the itching didn't bother him none. During those long lonely nights he lay awake thinking about life, about you. He sighed; if he hadn't fallen for you he would've moved on by now to find better work and better pay elsewhere. The night you ran into eachother in the rafters he lay down his jacket on the hay, since you complained about it's scratching texture. Although the Texan days were long and blazing the nights were longer and colder. They nipped any exposed piece of skin you had to the air, and they made you cuddle and hug yourself for warmth. Those were the best nights of Jett's life, when he'd hold you in his arms and you'd both look out the open wooden frame of a window, at the dark sky hanging above the small, far horizon.

• Jett pointed out constellations and clusters of stars, speaking softly into your ear as his pointed finger guided you to each one he talked about. He told you he learned about them from his father and the men he worked with on farms in his youth. They all told urban tales and superstitions, practical survival and wilderness knowledge. They were men of knowledge, not from books or bibles, but from words on tongues and stories passed down generations. It fascinated you, how what you thought was a simple life had that beautiful complexity about it all of humanity possesses.

• "You know," You giggled softly, "Benedict told me you were no good." "No good?" Jett had a soft resting smile on his face, his eyes half-lidded, his dimples poking his cheeks. His tone was light and playful. "He called you a hound dog." You laughed. It was a ridiculous insult, you thought that even before meeting Jett. "Maybe I am." He grinned rogeuly, the bottom of his top teeth showing.

• Jett traced circles on your skin. It was something he did absentmindedly, like fidgeting or twitching his nose, and once he realised he was doing it he didn't stop. Physical contact was so magical to him, you were a Goddess and you brought him to heaven.

• It was around the time of Luz's passing that both Jett inherited a piece of land from her, and Benedict has starting to ignore you around the house. One fo the last conversations between ye was how he'd rather just get through his day without any bothering. You were too needy and talkative for his liking. He didn't care about you or where you were.

• The first time you came and visited Little Reatta, it was a sorry sight. The homemade sign was endearing, and when you saw Jett walking towards you with a spring in his step and a dopey smile on his face, you smiled too; he had a contageous smile. "Welcome to Lidl' Reatta."

• You're the only person he'll let make fun of his accent. Even Texans acknowledge that Jett speaks with a hybrid mutt complexion of an accent, being a travelling labourer since he was able to work has mottled all the accents he's ever heard together and given it a Southern twist. To local Texans, he was a drifter who was just staying longer than most, to you he was just another Southerner chewing on a rubber band for an accent.

• You make vists to Little Reatta more frequent as time passed. It was then that you had the misfortune of tasting Jett's tea. It's canon he makes terrible tea, and because of this most times you offer to make the tea instead of him; because you couldn't break his heart by telling him he doesn't make tea decently.

• Almost everytime you visit, Jett tries bring you to climb the empty water tower he has on his property. "You can see for miles 'round on top of this thing." He'd say with both feet on the ladder and a hand outstretched for you with a big mischevious grin on his face. Eventually when you caved in and agreed to climb it despite you fear of heights, once you got to the top Jett threw his arms around you and hugged you tight. "I won't let go. Promise." As he rested his chin on your shoulder, he talked about the land. Where the property line ended and another person's began. Where he saw a coyote, where he found a rabbit hole, a man's shoe, some rusted nuts and bolts. He spoke about the wasteland as if it was the most wonderful paradise on earth. To Jett, you were Adam and Eve in the Garden, this was your garden and this was your paradise. You could see this happiness radiating off Jett because he smiled so much his face started to hurt.

• Slowly, you start spending your entire days there, then every day, then overnight, then you spend more time at Little Reatta than Reatta itself. Eventually you've fully left Reatta. It was easy, since you only brought your clothes and a few books.

• Jett spent his days hunting rabbits and birds or sometimes the odd deer or relation in the cerdivae family. He'd skin and gut them and you'd cook them. Jett is an odd character, and although you always knew he has that specialness about him you would be thoroughly reminded when he'd bring home squirrels in an attempt to have them for dinner. "They taste like chicken, or duck. Or both. They aren't so bad you just need to try them." Like a child with a toad in their palm, he'd chase you around the house playfully with a dead squirrel or two.

• At night, Jett always fell asleep first. He usually lay on your chest, hugging your sides. It was a comfort to have a warm body to lie beside during the night.

• Jett keeps a picture of you in his wallet.

• He brings a sense of unseriousness to your practicality. If you're cooking, he'll come in, dip his finger in the mixture, pick up an ingredient and walk around the room with it until you notice it's gone, or come up from behind you and hug you with your arms to your side so you can't get back to what you were doing without acknowledging him. It always makes you laugh, his spontaneous decisions and bursts of energy. It's as if he worries you'll forget about him if he doesn't see you regularly enough, or that you'll come to your senses and leave the house back to Benedict one day.

• Jett takes you on what he calls adventures regularly. He always listened to how unhappy you were with Benedict because he always wanted you inside, and so he'll bring you with him into the wilderness regularly. In the vast desert of Texas there isn't much, but to the North a small forest lies filled with green and life. He shows you which mushrooms are edible, how old a fallen tree is by the rings of it's trunk, which types of trees are which by their leaves, which bird is singing based on their song. He warns you about the poisonous plants, where roots jump up from the ground as if trying to trip you and all other oddities and wonders that had formed naturally.

• He owns an old banjaxxed acoustic guitar that he plays tunes on sometimes. In the late evening, you'll sit together on the porch and he'll play some sort of tune or song he half-remembers the lyrics to and improvises most of the time; but that's part of his charm.

• When he sees you, Jett feels a sort of cuteness aggression. It'll usually take form in him looking at you for a moment, still and smiling, then give you a squeeze disguised as a hug or throw you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and spin around.

• One of his favourites things to do is explore your body; non sexually. Lying side by side in bed, he'll trace your skin ever so gently with his fingers up and down the curves and dips, over any birthmarks or scars. If you ask, he'll tell you about his own scars. He has small little blemishes on his knees, elbows and palms from falling over, climbing and rough housing as a child or young teen, each with a short intimate story attached. A body is an archive of memories, it's tears and age and size and smoothness tell a tale of a life lived in it.

• If you ever gift him anything wearable, a shirt or necklace, he'd wear it til it was hanging on my threads or eroded into dust. He appreciates everything you do not with words, but with deeds.

• Since he can't be bothered ever going to a barber, he asks you to cut his hair. It's nerve-wrecking but fun, he doesn't mind if you mess up his hair, it's just hair. The first few times you cut his hair you hated how it turned out even though he insisted he couldn't of got a better trim if he went to the barbers, eventually you grow into the scissors and acquire a decent amount of skill.

• Dancing in the kitchen together, or dancing and singing alongwhile he plays a song on the guitar.

• Like the times you spent in the barn together, Jett loves stargazing with you. By now, you've learned off a handful of constellations thanks to him. As you stargaze, and talk and guess about the stars above your heads, he'll be looking at you instead, in awe and adoration.

• Anytime you cry, he feels like his world is crumbling. He holds you caringly in his arms as you bury your face into his neck and he nuzzles his nose into your hair. He rocks back and forth, hushing and whispering sweet nothings into your ear calmly til you feel better. He'll trace his fingers up and down your arm, drawling spirals and circles.

• If you fall asleep before him, he'll make sure to tuck the sheets in around you.

• Jett loves your hair. Touching it, playing with it. teaching him to plait your hair was more fun for Jett than you could've imagined, he was almost hypnotised by the simple act of bringing one piece of hair infront of the other. After you wash, he'll light the fire, have you sit by it as he brushes and dries your hair. He loves when you play with his hair too. The first time you ever did it he groaned so loudly you thought something was wrong; quite the opposite.

• Jett keeps a journal where he draws. He didn't have very formal education, so instead of writing about the day instead he'll take the journal with him on a hunting trip and draw a family of rabbits, or a coyote on a hill, or a vulture circling something dead under the sun, but his favourite thing to draw is you. He's very shy and secretive at first, but after letting you see it for the first time and hearing your sweet compliments he shows you everytime he adds something new to it now. Sometimes he'll tear out a picture he really likes and stick it in the wall above the desk in your bedroom. Again, most of the drawings are of you.

• Massages. Back massages in particular. Jett knew he had to marry you when you first gave him a massage. His muscles are tense and knotted from constant manual labour, but since you've offered him massages he's felt as if a long ribbon all knotted and jumbled up has been untangled and ironed out within him.

• "Y'know what you remind me of?" "What?" "A toffee. You're hard on the outside but soft on the inside." Word Count: 3.7K

#james dean #jimmy dean #giant #giant 1956 #james dean fanfic #james dean fic #jett rink #jett rink fic #oneshot #1950s #rebel without a cause #east of eden

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kinda-cute-kinda-insane · 9 days ago

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Think you can keep up? Who am I kidding? You know you can't keep up.

Jettxfem!reader

(A/n): I keep getting one tapped by a jett on my comp game, so now I need to have sex with her. Also, please send requests :p

Tags : sesbian lex (yay), sub!jett, strap-on, established relationship, jett is riding the strap, reader teasing jett.

!!!NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!!

You love seeing Jett like this.

Sure you love seeing her around others, her booming and cheerful personality is one of the reasons you fell for her in the first place.

Seeing her on the battlefield is no different, her fast and unpredictable movements and not letting the enemy even blink because of it, though with her skill she tends to get a little bit cocky, always saying some smart-ass comment to your team and your enemies, her taunting comments do get a little annoying to some people.

Not you though, never you. You just find others expression and reaction amusing, that’s just how you are, observing, your eyes always seeing through people with curiosity and wonder—

But right now? Your eyes are filled with amusement as you watch your girlfriend furrowed brows, her lips— puffy and red from your previous make out session falling into a cute pout, sweat dripping all over her face as she was riding on your strap like her life depends on it, it felt good but not good enough to give her the high and release she needed.

You said it once and you’re going to say it again, she looked so cute in baby blue, especially as her slick were coating your baby blue strap on and her holes sucking on it deliciously.

“Aw sweetness, you look so cute like this,” you chuckled, gosh the desperation in her face is just so adorable, you love it whenever she wanted to top you so bad but failed so pathetically.

“What’s wrong? Princess can’t keep up?” You smiled up at her face with a fake pout, “I thought you always tell people they can’t keep up with you.”

At your words she let out a whine a mix of pleasure and frustration as you used her own words against her.

Deciding to let your mouth do something else rather than teasing your girlfriend— your mouth attached onto her right tit, mouth immediately sucking as if it was a muscle memory to taste her like this, earning yet another moan from her lips.

“Fuck- baby just fuck me already,” she whine in a breathy tone, her trembling hands were on your shoulders, tightly squeezing it trying to ground her self and help with her grinding.

You detached your mouth from her tits, your hand grabbing a fist of her white hair making her head tilt up, “come on do better, use the magic word.”

“You’r ah- so mean,” she cried out, you only chuckled at this. “Come on, do you want it or not?”

“Please, please just fuck me already y/n,” she managed to say out loud with such desperation. You then lift her up easily and threw her on the bed, her back falling into the soft mattress of your shared bed.

Your mouth immediately devoured hers while your hands lining up the strap back on to her aching hole, while she tried to fight for dominance in the kiss— we all know where this lead, she can’t you take the lead and she pouts, and pout she did.

As much as you love that cute pout of her you’re about to wipe it off, pushing the tip of the strap painfully slow, in frustration her hands tried to move but immediately stopped by you pinning it on top of her head with your right hand “I’m about to fuck you and you can’t look grateful for it?” You tsk’ed at her.

Tears of frustration were starting to form on her eyes, you let out a fake frustrated sigh “I guess I’ll have to fuck some manners into you.”

You thrust inside of her— hard, once fully bottoming out you let it sit inside for a little while waiting for your girlfriend reaction.

You only chuckle at her desperate face, finally picking up the pace, hard but not rough, not slow but not too fast, just the right amount to hit that spot inside of her that make her feels so good.

Her moans became more erratic from your movement, with the hand that wasn’t pinning her hand together, you reached down and began rubbing circles on her sensitive bud.

“mhm, you like that baby?” In her blissful state she can only nod at you, but obviously you’re not satisfied, you began slowing down “come on use your words”

“‘S good, you make me feel so good,” she whined, her body arched, satisfied you keep up the same pace as before.

Jett can feel her orgasm close, you see that too— the way her legs shaking and the way her breath seems more out of control.

“I’m close,” she breathed out. “mhm, good girl,” you praised her for using her pretty mouth like this rather than using it to taunt other people, from your praise she can feel the knot in her stomach to grow tighter.

In a few more thrust she finally reached her high, her mouth hung open as you ride out her orgasm “such a good girl for me yea?” You finally let go of her hands and brushed the hair sticking on her face from the sweat.

You smiled down at her as her eyes met yours “but I’m not done yet,” you kissed her forehead before continuing with your words “can you keep up?”

#reader insert #fem reader #valorant x you #valorant x reader #valorant #jett valorant #jett x reader #jett x you #sesbian lex #lmao #wuh luh wuh #what is this brainrot tags dude #fanfic #smut #wlw smut #female reader

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mrssabinecallas · 2 years ago

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Gekko as your Boyfriend |H.C.|

Pairing: Mateo “Gekko” De La Fuente/ GN! Reader

In which we take a dive into what Gekko would be like as your Boyfriend!

CW: Fluff, The Critters (❤️), Reader is assumed to be a part of VP

note: I LOVE GEKKO SO MUCH AND DIZZY AND WINGMAN AND MOSH AND THRASH HAVE MY HEART AND OMG IM GONNA DEDICATE MY WHOLE ACCOUNT TO THEM NOW

Ok starting off, you cannot tell me his creatures wouldn’t love you. If Gekko likes you, they like you.

(snuggles with dizzy, playing games with wingman, etc)

His love language is quality time, with physical touch as a close second.

He just wants to be around you 24/7, with you in his arms and just loving each other.

He doesn’t care what dates are like. As long as he gets to be with you and see you smile, hes the happiest man in the world.

Would def let you dye his hair, or ask you to help if he needs to dye it. He thinks it looks better when you do it (and he totally doesn’t just want to spend time with you)

Matching tattoos?

yes. matching tattoos.

Imagine he had a little heart of your favorite color on his wrist, and you had a matching one of his favorite color on yours (i’m melting)

Boba dates are a must

If you have never had boba, he is just so excited to introduce you to the world of flavors you can explore

If you do like boba, expect to have it a lot, he likes to come home and surprise you with it a lot.

Since your on the Protocol with him, you both like to train together

One time, Brimstone caught you both kissing in the commons area, he almost had a stroke.

(He had to go find Sage to tell you to both knock it off because he thought it would be awkward if he did it)

((it would be))

You’re both best friends with Neon, but you do get jealous of her sometimes.

Gekko and Neon just had this chemistry that can be mistaken for romantic, but they both assure you it’s totally platonic.

If you ever got hurt out on a mission, he would be right there to take care of you in any way he could, and vice versa.

He absolutely hated seeing you get hurt, so much so that he would jump in front of you to protect you

It was cute

Sometimes.

Once he threw himself in front of the line of fire and took a bullet to the shoulder, yet refused to get out of the way.

It was sweet, but you hated seeing him hurt as much as he hated seeing you hurt.

Sage was not happy that he was being so reckless.

In which Mateo would tell her it was his knight in shining armor moment.

I feel like he would brag about you a lot.

Like “I have the best parter in the world, they’re so caring and… ugh I miss them so much, Im going to call them.”

He wouldn’t talk to Reyna about you at first though, he was scared of her

When he did start to open up about your relationship to her, she started to like you more.

You always thought Reyna was constantly judging you, but when she came around, she protected you and Mateo like you were her younger siblings.

She secretly holds so much love for you both in that small heart of hers.

Did i mention skating dates?

They’re a must.

If you don’t know how to skate, Mateo wants to teach you so bad he literally drags you out to do it.

(It’s totally not an excuse to hold your waist as he keeps you balanced)

If you do know how to skate, y’all are constantly competing. Races, Tricks, anything you can think of, you’ll challenge each other.

You really do bring out the best in each other

Except for that one time that Mateo broke his board because he was angry you beat him…

He’s been super gentle with his gear since that day.

You also learned to let him win most of the time

welcome to my gekko arc.

I will write for other valorant agents, juuuust mostly gekko :>

My inbox is open! ask away people!!

#gekko x reader #gekko x you #valorant #gekko valorant #x reader #reyna valorant #sage valorant #brimstone #neon valorant #jett valorant #fade valorant #cypher valorant #kayo valorant #omen valorant #fanfic #gekko fanfic

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somehow-a-writer · 2 months ago

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New Start {Australia X Reader}

A/N: This was my first request! I can't guarantee how good it'll be as I'm not super familiar with Australia compared to others. Apologies for how vague it gets, I didn't really know what to put for some areas & words are hard af but I hope everyone reading enjoys it :)

You moved to Australia a few weeks ago for a new, fresh start. Within that period, it was quite chaotic, not to mention busy. With trying to get stuff unpacked and away, figuring out the best way to and from your job you'd be starting soon, and well, getting used to practically everything. Finally, you got a majority of the basics put away and all left was the small decorations that truly made it your own home. It was already getting late and with the way your stomach was growling, it seemed best to stop for the day.

Making your way to the kitchen, you put some music on with your phone. Setting it down on the counter, you started working on preparations for dinner. Nothing huge or complicated as you were still stocking up but it was (f/f). I mean, who could go wrong there? So, while singing along to your playlist, you had a newfound energy while cooking. And man did that shit hit all the right spots, 'Could not have made a better choice,' you thought to yourself with a proud smile.

It was around 11 pm but you were quite energized. "No way am I going to be able to sleep anytime soon..." You mumbled to yourself while looking out a nearby window at the peaceful scenery that lay out there. So much better than the hustle and bustle that was always happening where you used to live.

"Fuck it. Why not hang out on the beach for a bit?" You thought aloud, heading off to your room to throw on a swimsuit just in case under a pair of less sweaty clothes. Soon enough, you were walking out with a small bag of essentials and a bottle of water and down the street to the ocean. As you walked, you looked around at the passing scenery and the various houses in the neighborhood. It was fairly warm out but thankfully it wasn't that sticky type of heat.

Before you knew it, you reached the beach. Slipping off your sandals at the edge of the sandy area before continuing your way closer to the coastline. You sat down in a random spot, not too far from the water but still far enough you wouldn't get randomly hit by the waves. Leaning back, you supported yourself with your hands as you watched the waves crashing ashore and letting your mind wander.

You'd been sitting there for around fifteen minutes before someone came walking up and sat down not too far from you. "Hey there mate, whatcha doin' out at this time?" The voice had a very clear Australian accent, figuring it most likely was a local you looked over to the person. He had short brown hair with a couple of strands sticking up towards the front. A small bandage over his nose and one going right over the jawline. He seemed to have a tan but hard to tell in this lighting. He wore a plain T-shirt and shorts with... something on his back? Before you could try to figure out what, a koala popped its head up and over the mystery man's shoulder, watching you intently.

"Ah, hello and uh...? Hello to you too." You offer a small, shy smile and a wave to the two. "Nothing much really. Had too much energy to sleep so I figured I'd come to watch the waves for a bit. How about you and your little friend?"

"Ah well, someone here managed to get out so I came to bring him back home before something happened. Do you mind having some company, Sheila?" As the man spoke, the koala climbed over his shoulder and slid into his lap.

"Oh, no, I don't mind! I actually just moved here a few weeks ago and don't really know a whole lot of people around town yet. If I may, what are your guys' names?" You asked, trying to hold back a grin at how adorable his koala friend was.

"Ah, welcome to Oz then, I hope you enjoy it here! This here is Milo, he often comes off as rude so don't mind him. My name's Jett. What's your name, Sheila?" As if on cue, Milo continued his hard stare at you, almost as if to judge your very existence.

"Thank you, it's been lovely so far. Nice to meet you. My name is (Y/N). Do you have any recommendations for good coffee shops or restaurants nearby?"

"I do, if you have a phone or something to make a list with, that might help. I could also show you around if ya like. I know this place like the back of my hand!"

You nod, taking out your phone and unlocking it. "Yeah, sure, that would be amazing."

With that, you soon had a list of various places to check out as well as a helpful guide. Jett and you continued chatting as the night went on, learning more about each other as well as swapping information about where you used to live and Australia. After talking about all kinds of different topics, Jett eventually suggested taking a late-night swim. You agreed, standing and removing your clothes to reveal your bathing suit while Jett did the same.

"Bet I can bet you to the water!" You comment, quickly making a mad dash toward the water. Jett's eyes widened before he quickly ran after you. He chuckled, splashing into the water right after you.

"That was an unfair advantage, Sheila. But I bet I could outswim you any time." He stated lightheartedly, playfully splashing you. You squealed from the sudden attack before spending a splash back to him.

"You definitely could. Truthfully I can't swim, never really had the fiances to go to the pool often, and didn't have any large bodies of water close to me to learn. I stick to the shallow areas." You admitted, glancing away in embarrassment. You knew you had no reason to be embarrassed but after so many years of people teasing you about it, it just kinda happened.

Jett looked at you surprised after wiping the water from his face. "Really? Well, that's no problem then. If you want to learn, I don't mind teaching ya. If not, that's cool too. Whatever you're comfortable with (Y/N)." He flashed a grin alongside a thumbs-up.

You blinked a few times, caught off guard by his reply. "Y-Yeah, that would be c-cool. Thank you, Jett, for offering all the help already. I'm happy I got to meet such a sweet person like you so soon!" You return his grin with your own joyous smile.

Jett chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's kind of ya, (Y/N). I'm happy to have gotten to meet you too." With that, you were back to chatting about random topics while occasionally showing off shells both of you have brushed against. You continued for another hour or so before agreeing that it was a good time to start heading home.

Once back ashore, Jett and you quickly swapped contact info before heading off on your separate way home. You shivered, cursing yourself for not thinking of a towel as you slipped your clothes on and cursing at the odd cling it now had. You gathered the remainder of your items and started on your walk back home.

It didn't take any longer than the walk to the beach if anything you might've been faster but, since you were wet and chilly, it felt longer. When you arrived home, you were quick to get into the bathroom, strip down, and hop in the shower. The water was a little warmer than usual, appreciating the warmth as you washed away the remnants of the ocean that clung to you and your hair still.

After finishing and slipping into your pjs, you make sure everything is locked up before climbing into bed and falling asleep almost immediately. The rest of the night passed and by the time you had woken up, it was around 10:30 am. You groan, rolling over and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. A sliver of light filters in through the small crack in your curtains helping to slightly light up the room. Lazily, you crawled out of bed and stumbled your way to the kitchen to make a quick brunch.

As you were eating, Jett texted which led to the two of you chatting back and forth for the better part of the rest of the day. You finished decorating while texting Jett, finally giving everything a spot and a chance to take care of the last of the boxes scattered around. Right as you sat down to relax, Jett sent another text asking you to meet up tomorrow for lunch and a tour around town. You were quick to agree leaving a giddy feeling floating around inside you as well as Jett. Not that either would necessarily admit it currently. It was odd, you had just met but you were always perfectly content and happy simply chatting. Neither could explain it. At least, not now.

Another day came and went in your new home before you knew it. Soon enough your alarm was going off to make sure you were up and ready to meet up with Jett at one of the local coffee shops not too far from your house. Thankfully it was one you had visited a couple of times before so you had a vague idea of where to go, occasionally using your phone's maps for help. You wore a graphic tee, a pair of shorts, and tennis shoes with your hair pulled up and out of your face. The weather app said it was going to be on the warmer side today so better safe than sorry. You made sure to put on sunscreen before grabbing your bag and heading out to the coffee shop.

Just as you reached the door, you could hear someone calling your name from across the street. Turning around you discovered it was Jett, waving his arm excitedly as he jogged over to you. "G'day Sheila! How are ya today?" He asked, once caught up to you. You opened the door for him, following him inside with a small shrug.

"Hey there, Jett. Not too bad so far. I'm really excited to see what you've got planned though!" You glance over at him before looking at the menu, trying to figure out what sounded the best. Jett proudly grinned at your comment. He had quite the lineup of places to visit as well as a few fun facts he wanted to share with you and hearing your excitement just fueled his own.

"Well, I hope by the end of the day that you'll be happy with it. Don't worry about paying by the way. My treat." He patted your head before walking up to the register to order. Taken aback, you quickly followed him and placed an order for (f/d).

"You-You don't have to do that. I couldn't ask that anyway."

Jett just laughed, taking out his wallet to pay. "I don't and you don't have to. I want to. As a treat to replace not getting you a housewarming gift and a way to welcome you to Australia."

You paused, a small smile creeping its way up before you realized it. "Alright... Fine. But I'm making sure to repay you one way or another. Thanks again, Jett."

He hummed in acknowledgment, walking to one of the nearby tables and sitting down with you. "No problem, (Y/N). Is there anywhere specific you'd like to visit or learn about?"

You thought for a moment, since you weren't sure of what Jett had planned it was a bit harder to think of something. One of the waiters dropped off your order just as you finally thought of something. With a quick 'thank you' from each of you, the waiter nodded and left. You mentioned your curiosity about a few places around town and some around the country in general. A couple of the things you mentioned, Jett was planning on taking you to and telling you about anyway which earned a giggle from you. 'Great minds think alike, huh?' You thought to yourself.

Over lunch, Jett talked about the other things you were curious about, throwing in jokes whenever and wherever he could. Aside from learning more about your new home from what you'd probably consider one of the best teachers already, the two of you also got to know more about the other. From family and friends, hobbies, dream jobs, current jobs, childhood and school memories, and silly stories from the past; it was pretty much anything and everything you hadn't talked about previously. well, there was an occasional repeat, but neither of you minded.

The rest of the day was spent walking and driving around town as Jett showed you around and told you various fun facts about various locations. He also mentioned the best places to go for a variety of things as well as what and where to stay away from so you were in less danger. Especially with the kangaroos. You made sure to make note of the various places to return to later. The warnings ended up with their own note page on your notes app to help you remember to steer clear of them.

The day went by faster than you had hoped but you both enjoyed it immensely. It still confused you as to why you were always so excited to talk and spend time with Jett despite just meeting him a few days ago. It didn't really matter to you in the end what the exact reason was, simply brushing it off as joy for being able to make such a cool friend so quickly in your time here. Even if Milo made you a little nervous with his stares. He was still a really cute koala though so you didn't mind.

Jett was just confused if not more. He hadn't felt anything like this before when it came to new people he'd met. Something about you was different than others he'd met and he couldn't place what it could be. It was an odd feeling but it wasn't necessarily bad. It left him curious as to what it could possibly be but with nothing to really go on at the time, he decided to just let it be for now. A problem for another time.

After that, Jett and you began hanging out more often. When you started your new job, everything went by quickly and smoothly. Compared to your last one, this was far better and you had no complaints. You had great co-workers, some becoming friends as well. Not to mention you got to meet some of Jetts' friends, all of whom were pretty cool people in your book and would sometimes hang out with as well. You heard countless stories about his family, who by the sounds of it were just as interesting as Jett was.

Actually, speaking of Jetts' family, that's who you'll be meeting soon. Jett invited you over the other day for dinner at his place with his family so you could meet them if so desired. Thinking 'screw it, why not' you had agreed. You were currently driving there but something in you stirred and made you oddly anxious about the whole thing.

It had been almost a year since moving to Australia and you still haven't figured out what this feeling was whenever it came to Jett. As time went on your heart often swelled and squeezed when it came to anything about him, certain times hanging out or meeting those he was close to making you oddly anxious, spending time with him no matter what the activity was, or simply just texting made you giddy. You had asked your friends what they thought and everyone agreed you were in love. That definitely surprised you but you quickly denied that as a possibility. 'You've never experienced it so fast like that, why would now be any different?' That was always the excuse.

Eventually, you arrived at Jetts' house and pulled into the driveway. It seemed like no one else had arrived yet, thankfully. You take a deep breath before grabbing the dessert you made and getting out of the car. You made sure to check for allergies and everyone's preference but it still made you nervous if people would enjoy the mixed berry pie you made. Just as you were a couple feet from the porch, you heard another car pulling up into the driveway. Curiously, you turned around. You couldn't see the occupants clearly but you could hear someone call out a greeting and partially see the other waving.

You offered a kind, shy smile in return with a wave. "Hey there!-" Before you could say anything more, the front door opened revealing a very excited Jett wearing a messy apron over his clothes.

"Great timing! Welcome everyone, come on in and make yourselves at home!" Jett called out as he held the screen door open for you. You headed up the few steps on the porch, giving him a quick side hug before going into the familiar household.

"Hey, thanks for having me over. Any specific place I should set this?" You questioned, holding the pie up a little more.

"Of course, Sheila! Always nice spending time with ya. As for the pie... Hmm... On the counter should work, for now, any place is fine. Be careful of the tray next to the oven, it's still hot."

You nod and head towards the kitchen. Jett greeted the other arrivals, though you couldn't hear anything well, you believed it was his younger sister and one of his older brothers. After finding a place for the pie, you went back to the living room to meet the others. When Jet saw you he was quick to grab your hand and pull you closer. You squeaked at the sudden gesture and a blush was quick to spread from ear to ear.

"Oi is this the one you keep rambling about? Is she your girlfriend?" The younger girl most likely his sister asked, looked you over with a questioning gaze as her head tilted slightly. She had light brown hair pulled into a side ponytail and brown eyes to match. She wore a pink tank top with shorts, a small rabbit nestled in her arms.

Jett chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck while your blush only worsened. His hand didn't leave yours but you were a little too preoccupied to notice. The second person, probably his brother if you had to guess was quick to respond. "What did I tell you about asking that before even properly meeting her? Apologies for our younger sister, Wendy. It's nice to finally be able to meet you. I'm Zack and this is Wendy. She wasn't wrong about the other part, Jett does talk about you quite a bit." Zack as you now know him had light brown hair much like his siblings and two curls on either side of his head with green eyes. He wore a simple tee and a pair of shorts.

You looked over at Jett for a moment, taken back by the fact he talked about you that often. "It's quite alright. I'm not his girlfriend but I can tell you a secret in regards to that though if interested. It's nice to meet you both as well, I'm (Y/N). I've heard lots about you both as well. Jett always has something good to say about you both."

Wendy raised her brow before grabbing your other hand and hastily pulling you off to another room leaving the two brothers confused. Wendy led you into one of the guest rooms and then promptly closed the door. "So, what's this secret?"

You let out a half laugh and half sigh before kneeling down in front of Wendy. "You can't tell Jett, alright?... I have a pretty good feeling he has feelings for someone but I don't know who. Not to mention when I asked some friends about what I kept feeling around him they said it was love. I don't know if it is but this feeling in my chest won't go away so maybe?"

She paused, simply watching you for a moment. "Well... How do you feel around him? Maybe I can help 'cause I think he likes you."

"Wh- Me? I um... Well... He always makes me feel really giddy, no matter what we're doing. It could be the smallest thing or the most adventurous. My chest always tightens with him." That was the start of your small ramble about Jett leaving Wendy stunned that even you, yourself weren't sure of your feelings. Even to her, it was clear you loved him. When you finished, she put a hand on your shoulder and flashed you a thumbs-up.

"Your friends were right, you totally love big bro. Don't worry I have a plan." With that, she left you confused and still on the floor. 'What kind of plan could a tween kid have?' You wondered, walking back to the living room to join everyone else. Just as you arrived you saw Wendy pulling Jett off this time. You shot a confused look to Zack who simply shrugged in return. You sat in one of the open spots on the couch, fiddling with your thumbs.

Zack seemed to catch on to your nervousness and offered a warm smile. "I promise, you don't need to be nervous. Though I can understand, I kind of am too. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

A sheepish smile crept its way to your lips. "Well uh, what was Jett like when he was younger?" Zack laughed, memories of their younger days flooding back to him. He begins telling you various stories from when they were younger and how mischievous Jett could be. The two of you started sharing stories about him and laughing at them. The anxiousness the two were feeling slipped away before either realized it. When Wendy and Jett came back they swapped confused looks after seeing you both doubled over and laughing so hard that tears were forming.

"You alright there mates?" Jett asked, leaning on the back of the couch to get a better look. You tried to say something but failed miserably. Instead, Zack and you took a minute to calm down and regain your breaths.

"Yeah, yeah, all good here. We were swapping stories about you." You finally explained, leaning against the back of the couch as you reached up to lightly boop his nose. Something that happened to develop over time as a way to mess with the other and show affection.

"Better not have told her any embarrassing ones." Jett laughs, ruffling your hair in return.

"Who's to say?" Zack and you rhetorically asked in sync. Jett mock gasped, dramatically clutching his chest.

"The betrayal!"

Wendy smiled, shaking her head as she walked to the dining room. "Come on, let's eat before everything is cold!"

The three of you soon followed, Zack and you took a seat while Jett went to get drinks for everyone. There wasn't a huge feast but there was enough to have a decent choice of what you wanted. Once Jett joined, the conversations flowed naturally and smoothly. It was nice to know you were right about being anxious over nothing and that you were welcomed so easily by his family. Even if you weren't dating or never did, just knowing that they thought you were a good friend was enough.

Everyone loved how the food turned out and a number of stories as well as laughs were shared. Thankfully, there was still enough room for pie. Somehow. As you went to go grab it to serve everyone Jett stopped you and hurried off to the kitchen. You quirked a brow and looked between the two siblings who remained only to earn a shrug in return. Soon enough he returned and dessert was distributed.

"Any reason you were so eager to bring in the pie?" Zack asked with a teasing tone. Jett stumbled over his words for a moment before deciding it was better to just shake his head in response. Though there was a light blush quickly forming. 'Hm, so there was a reason. Wonder what it was?' You thought as you listened to the conversation continue on.

Everyone ended up loving the pie and made sure to praise it and you every time it was mentioned. After dinner was finished, you helped Jett gather the dishes and take them into the kitchen. As you went to turn around, you noticed a folded-up piece of paper haphazardly thrown to the side and behind a couple of utensils. You reach over, grabbing and unfolding it. As you read over the contents, Jett turns toward you with the intent to ask something but stops before he can.

He froze in place, knowing you just discovered a quick note to use to practice what he wanted to say to you without messing up somehow. A blush was quick to form across your cheeks only to get darker by the end and you could tell by the heat that it was a bright red. "Do-Do you really mean it...?"

"I- Uh... Yeah, I do. I was hoping that it landed somewhere more hidden and I could properly tell you but well..." Jett explained nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. You set the paper down, walking closer and wrapping your arms around him. You hid your face in his chest in an attempt to hide your blush and the goofy, in-love smile threatening to break through.

"I love you too. No matter which way you tell me, I'm just glad I realized in time to be able to tell you too." Jett broke into a smile as he returned your hug, resting his head a top of yours.

"So, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course, I will!" Jett cupped your cheek, making you look up at him. Before you realized what was happening, he leaned down and closed the gap to kiss you. You paused a moment, caught off guard by the swiftness before returning the soft kiss. Both of you smile and melt under the other's touch.

Wendy gave Jett several pointers and ideas to help him confess earlier. Or at the very least she tried to. Turns out he didn't really need them and had a plan of his own and was just trying to figure out when to say something. Ah well, all that ends well, right?

After the two of you rejoined his sibling in the living room and sat down, Wendy was quick to question what took so long. You shared a sheepish giggle and raised your hands to show they were holding the others. She gasped before crossing her arms and proudly grinning. "I knew my plan would work. Now I got a big sister too!"

Your eyes widened. That was unexpected but not unwelcome. "I'd be happy to fill that role, lil sis." You beamed. The rest of the night went by smoothly with a bit of chaos when games were brought out. After Wendy started dozing off, it was decided it was best to end the day there. Wendy gave a half-awake goodbye before Zack picked her up and the rest of the goodbyes were exchanged.

You helped Jett with the last of the clean after the duo left. Once that was done, you yawned just now realizing how tired you were as well. Jett seemed to notice as well, giving you a small back rub. "I know you don't live that fair but how would you feel about spending the night? You can use the guest room if you don't feel comfortable sharing a room. I just don't feel right having you drive so late and so tired..."

"Oh I-I don't mind sharing a bed if you don't. You're probably right though. Just feels odd to not feel like I'm not being in the way or something now."

"Please. You could never get in the way. Come on, let's go to bed, I'll let you borrow some clothes to sleep in as well if you want." Jett offered his hand to you with a sleepy smile. You took it, returning his smile with your own tired one.

"That sounds nice. I love you, Jett."

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

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