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[the-angeleno]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“did i do something that made you uncomfortable?”

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

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

he breathes deeply, before finally meeting eyes with you. 

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

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

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

“yeah but i just made things weird.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“not too late to forfeit~”

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

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

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

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

“nah. don’t want to.” 

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

“don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“i don’t, you spat on me.” 

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

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

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

“teo, let me go so i can punch you.”

“no can do, hermosa.”

“i’ll knee you in the balls.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh god gross-“ raze’s arms falter.

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

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

“GROSS!” chamber shouts from across the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“please… ‘teo-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re such an ass mateo."

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

[art-missy]

Greed (Gekko x reader x Iso)

Yeah, I know.

But I love them so much. Plus, this one shot is heavily inspired by a dream I had and I wanted to write it down.

Thousand of apologies for the grammar or any eventual error.

Fade had faced many nightmarish situations in her life: she got trapped in a nightmare when her powers first manifested, she had been tracked down by several people who wanted her dead and she was regularly put in deadly situations since she joined Valorant.

“I hate my heart.”

But there was definitely nothing worse than hearing your complaints about your love life.

It had now been thirty minutes that you were groaning and whining in her dorm room, lying down on her bed and your head hanging on the edge.

“Mom was right.” You sighed in a tone that sounded way too dramatic to Fade ears. “I’m selfish and greedy as hell.”

“Why am I even listening to your rambling ?” groaned the Turkish initiator.

“Because I made you coffee.”

Fade wondered where you got all that energy that you used just for complaining. Did your mouth ever run dry ? She should have seen it coming. Since you joined the protocol, you adopted her as your ‘cool older sister’.

Your words, not hers.

You followed her like a happy younger sibling. She wasn't complaining. You brewed the best coffee she had ever tasted and your presence wasn't overwhelming. You respected her space and often gave her those midnight snacks you prepared that she grew fond of.

She liked you a lot. You were like the younger sibling she never had. But goddamn she hated hearing you whining.

“Okay, so let me get this straight,” she threw a pillow at you when you giggled at the word ‘straight’. “You love Gekko.”

“Yes.”

“But you also love Iso.”

“Yes.”

“And there is no way you could decide between them.”

“No way.”

It wasn't that simple. You loved them differently but with the same amount of affection.

Gekko had a sunny personality. He always brought with him that calm and laid-back mood that tended to ease people around him. He was what you liked to call a light-bringer (‘Not like Lucifer’ you felt the need to precise to Fade to which she just raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes.). The atmosphere of the room could be gloomy and thick with tension, Gekko would always dissipate any negativity. He was a genuine individual and that was a trait that you adored in him.

Iso on the other hand was like the moon (‘or a Teddy bear’ and this time Fade only let out an exasperated sigh.). He looked silently over his friends like a silent protector. Despite his more discreet personality, he never hesitated to offer praises when he could. There was a certain softness in him that always managed to melt your soul.

“They each own a part of my heart.”

Which was quite ironic if one remembered correctly how you met them.

The first time you met Gekko, you almost insulted him.

Cypher was giving you a tour of the base when Gekko appeared on the corner of the hallway and accidentally spilled his boba on your new top. The glare you had thrown at him was so intense that he freezed for a second before apologizing profusely. You had huffed and ignored him and continued your tour of the base. Your top was ruined. No matter how many times you tried to wash it, the stain stubbornly remained. One could not imagine how surprised you felt when, later, you saw a yellow animal-like creature in your room, putting a box with an apology letter on your bed. Inside the box, you had found the exact same top.

As for Iso, the first time you met him, you almost stabbed him. ‘Almost’ thanks to his reflexes.

It wasn’t your fault. Well, not entirely. You were in the shooting range, focusing on your aim when he entered. Tensed and feeling a sudden presence behind you, you pulled your knife out of its sheath and threw it at him. Of course, he easily dodged it with a tilt of his head and a raised eyebrow as your knife planted in the wall behind. You apologized profusely and he had just shrugged and started to train with a sheriff. The rest of the hour had been awkward, especially when you went to retrieve your knife from the wall.

Fade hummed softly. “Okay. But that doesn’t explain why you’re avoiding them.”

A dramatic whine escaped your throat at her words. She watched you roll on her bed, hiding your face in her pillow.

“Everything is fine today, though. Right ?” said Fade. “You didn't hold any grudges against Gekko and neither did Iso against you. You’re even friends with both of them, now.”

You looked up at her with sad puppy eyes.

“Friends,” you repeated with a deflated tone. “I was fine with being friends with them both since I could not date them. There was a good balance. But now…things got complicated.”

Fade was now curious. It seemed like you weren't only being dramatic. Right now, you almost sounded desperate.

“What do you mean 'complicated' ?”

“I mean that the balance is now broken,” you groaned in the pillow. “Do you get that ?”

She definitely didn't. To her ears, your speech was as incoherent as a dream. It was the thing with your rambling : you rarely started chronologically and just blurted the first event that was nagging your mind.

“How did that ‘balance’ break ?” Fade sighed while checking her nails.

“Gekko kissed me.”

She immediately looked back at you. This was getting interesting.

“He what ?”

“On the cheek ! On the cheek ! On the cheek ! On the cheek !” you sat up quickly to precise it. “He kissed me on the cheek.”

Fade blinked. Unbeknownst to you, she already had a slight idea of what was going on between Gekko and you. Neon had been telling her about the Hispanic initiator sometimes sighing on her shoulder for two days.

“And of course you ran away,” she sighed as you let out another whine. “How did that even happen ?”

Your fingers were now fiddling with the pillowcase.

“Well, we were cooking snacks in the kitchen while dancing on his Spotify playlist. He was making crepes, I was making cookies and we were having fun valsing in each other's arms when it happened,” you made a noise between a sad whimper and a sigh of frustration. “Ambar Lucid’s voice can lead to some intense situations, I think.”

“And then you ran away.”

“The best run of my life,” you sighed sadly.

You’ve even been paying Wingman and Dizzy with sweets so they would not snitch whenever they found you.

Fade massaged her temples as she slowly processed what you said. She already knew you could be quite avoidant sometimes. And she also knew you hated being that way.

“What about Iso ?” she asked. “Is your ‘balance’ broken with him too ?”

You grimaced. “Kinda…?”

Fade raised an eyebrow. “Kinda ?”

“Kinda.”

“He kissed you too ?”

You shook your head and rubbed the back of your neck. Fade noticed how flustered you were.

“You know that sometimes Iso helps me perfectionning my aim.”

“Mmhmm,” Fade nodded.

It wasn't uncommon to see you both exiting the shooting range together. It wasn’t a secret that you two were quite close.

“Well, he was very…uhm…cuddly during our last shooting session.”

“Cuddly ?” Fade raised an eyebrow.

“Like, back-hugging me while helping correct my aim…breathing in my neck and murmuring instructions in my ear.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“The balance is definitely broken.”

You let your back fall back against the mattress in a dramatic gesture of helplessness.

“I know !”

“Then what do you plan to do ?” asked the initiator. “You’ll keep avoiding them both eternally ?”

“Well since you don’t want to put me in an artificial coma…” you trailed off, ignoring the deadpanned glare she shot at you.

Fade sometimes thought that your avoidance will bring you more problems than you reckoned. She remembered the regret in Deadlock’s eyes when she spoke about her sisters. Fade really didn’t want you to experience that.

“Talk to them.”

“To tell them what ?” you almost scoffed. “‘Hey ! I have a big fat crush on the both of you and was satisfied with our friendship but your recent actions unsettled the balance I had between your friendship and my feelings so I’m now avoiding you because I’m incapable of confronting my feelings and have a proper conversation about it with you two ?’” you said with a dramatically high-pitched voice.

Fade looked at you with so much exasperation in her eyes that you felt your body wincing in response.

“Well, yes.”

“Hazal, no !”

“Why not ?” she flicked your forehead with her finger and you winced once more. “Communicating your feelings wouldn't be harmful. Getting things off your chest with these two would help you. Don’t you think you’ll miss something if you don’t do anything ? The thing that you avoid you’re giving it power by avoiding it.”

You were about to answer with a snarky remark but the alarm of her phone cut you off. Fade looked at it, sipped the remnant of her coffee then stood up.

“I’m being called for a mission.”

You stood up too and stretched a little.

“Time for you to kick some asses and time for me to run.”

“You mean ‘to talk’ right ?”

You shook your head and walked towards the door.

“Nope !”

You were stubborn and Fade was well aware of that. It was sometimes your greatest quality but in your current situations, it was one of your biggest flaws.

“You—”

Too late, you were already gone. She could hear your quick steps echoing in the corridors. She sighed (again !) and just decided to prepare for her mission while hoping everything will be fine for you.

You kept running in the hallways, avoiding the range because Iso had the habit of training at this hour. You also avoided the corridors leading to the backyards where you knew Gekko had the habit of playing basketball with his buddies and Neon. Why weren't you walking ? Because walking made you easy to see, easy to catch. While running made you all blurry and hard to capture.

You had to survive, to run away. But running away from what ? Embarrassment ? Shame ? Your own feelings ? Whatever that was, your feet led you to the kitchen right in front of the fridge. If you had to survive, it would not be with an empty stomach. Luckily for you, there were still remnants of the cupcakes Clove made the day before. Very colorful, very sparkly, but delicious.

You were eating the cupcakes like a starved rodent when a voice suddenly called you from behind.

“Finally, we found you !”

You jumped a little, startled, then slowly turned around and met the astounded yet amused gaze of Jett and Neon. You silently stared at them for what felt like a few long and heavy seconds before you unhurriedly lifted another untouched cupcake to your mouth and slowly — very slowly chewed it.

Neon awkwardly cleared her throat then took a step forward.

“We…uhm…thought you were with Fade.”

You raised an eyebrow as you licked some icing off your fingers.

“Fade’s on a mission.”

“That explains why you’re here alone,” said Jett with a light chuckle while playfully nudging Neon’s elbow.

You hummed lowly. Were you hanging with Fade that much ? Not surprising. You literally adopted each other once you joined Valorant. You grew so close that come agents thought you actually knew each other way before you joined the protocol.

“You were looking for me,” you said, sizing the two girls. “What do you want from me ?”

The way they were staring at you reminded you of the twins in ‘Shining’. They weren't even blinking. They took a step closer, you took a step farther.

“Please speak,” you sighed. “You two are getting creepy.”

“We need your help,” said Jett.

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. Jett usually was too proud to admit these kinds of things.

“Why my help ?” you asked as you took another step farther.

They exchanged a quick glance before looking back at you.

“Gekko—”

“Iso—”

They interrupted each other as your brows furrowed.

“What’s up with them ?” you asked, feeling your body tensing.

They exchanged another glance when they realized they now had your attention. Jett took another step closer.

“They need help because they’re…uhm…”

“Hurt ! They’re hurt,” completed Neon.

You nodded and started speed walking to exit the kitchen.

“Okay. I’ll get Sage.”

Neon quickly stopped you.

“Sage’s on a mission.”

“Then I’ll get Skye.”

“She went back to Australia for her days off,” said Jett.

You stopped a distressed groan from escaping your mouth. Why didn't the protocol have more healers? You were just three. Were you that rare ? Plus, you thought that Sage and Skye were way better healers that you were. More effective and quicker.

“Shit…” you cursed under your breath. “Where are they ?”

“Iso’s dorm.”

You didn't think too much and just ran towards the dorm quarter. Like the worst case scenario machine that it was, your brain started imagining worrying things. Too buried in your dark thoughts, you barely realized that you knocked on Iso’s door. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow then crossed his arms.

“Can I help you with something ?”

Your eyebrows slightly furrowed when you didn’t see any visible injury on him.

“I…”

You cut yourself when you saw Gekko behind him. He looked at you with wide opened eyes, as if not expecting to see you —which was the case. You even saw Wingman, hiding in the corner of the room throwing you an apologetic look. You cleared your throat then looked back at Iso.

“Jett and Neon told me you both were hurt,” you said and you felt yourself internally cringing when Iso’s eyes squinted slightly. “Since neither Sage nor Skye is in the base at the moment, I’m here to heal you.”

“Heal us ?” repeated Gekko as he shared a glance with Iso.

The duelist let you inside the room and slid the door shut behind you.

And then it clicked. Neon and Gekko weren't playing basketball in the base backyard like usual, Jett wasn’t hanging with Yoru and Phoenix, and Iso wasn’t reading nor in the range. You were so worried that you didn't notice how orchestrated this situation felt. You didn't notice that Neon, Gekko’s best friend, did not seem worried at all.

“You’re not hurt, huh,” you clicked your tongue.

Gekko nervously rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward but sad smile.

“We kinda are, though.”

You looked at him with narrowed eyes. The poor initiator was incapable of looking at you in the eyes. Which was not the case of Iso who didn't stop staring at you.

“Are you now ?” you scoffed with sarcasm.

Gekko's eyebrows furrowed at your tone.

“You’ve been avoiding us for—”

“Sit, please ?” Iso interrupted the both of you, still looking at you.

“Why ?”

He tilted his chin in the direction of his bed.

“We have to talk,” he answered simply while taking the chair of his desk to sit on it backward.

“Do we ?” you crossed your arms.

“Please,�� you heard Gekko say with a tired tone.

He was already sitting on the bed and was patting the space beside him. You rolled your eyes but reluctantly accepted to sit beside him. You kept eyeing the door and the two agents noticed it. The three of you stayed quiet for what felt like long minutes. You were looking down at your lap, unaware of the long glance the two men were sharing. Then finally, Iso spoke.

“Gekko and I are dating.”

Oh.

“Okay,” you said simply after a few seconds.

Your fists were slowly clenching.

“It’s been a few months now,” Gekko said while rubbing his neck.

You took a deep breath and nodded, still avoiding their eyes.

“Okay,” you said with a neutral tone. “And…?”

That was a plot twist you definitely did not see coming. Why did you feel so betrayed ? What were you expecting from these two ? You wanted to stay friends with them anyway. You felt your nails digging in your palms. Why did you feel so hurt ? Why did you feel so disappointed ?

“And we thought it was fair to tell you.”

You let out a breathy and mirthless laugh.

“Thanks, I guess,” you said, your eyes not leaving the door. “Why are you telling me this ?”

You wanted to walk away from this situation so bad. You needed to. This felt too heavy. You felt a lump in your throat and slowly started to have difficulties breathing but hid it the best you could. Gekko gently grabbed one of your hands and his thumbs gently caressed your palm where your nails were digging in your flesh.

“Because we both fell for you,” Iso said as his hand reached for your face.

His fingers gently brushed the corner of your lips where a few crumbs of cupcakes remained. He noticed your pupil dilating.

“We both spent time with you individually then fell for you,” he continued. “Despite the fact that we’re already dating.”

“So we talked and we wanted to ask you if you wanted to date us,” Gekko smiled nervously. “The both of us.”

You felt your breath hitching as his words slowly reached your brain. You blinked, looked at the duelist, then at the initiator, but you stayed quiet. Iso stood up from his chair to sit beside you and Gekko on the bed.

“Do you hate us ?” he suddenly asked you.

You silently shook your head.

“But you’ve been avoiding us for almost three days !” Gekko said. “We thought we did something wrong.”

Your brows furrowed as you looked where Wingman was hidden. Did he snitch ?

You turned your face back in Gekko’s direction to throw him a very pointed look. As if remembering the kiss from two days prior —which was certainly the case—, he avoided your eyes, a light blush on his cheeks.

“O-Oh.”

“Yeah ‘oh’,” you deadpanned.

“Sorry.”

Iso watched your interaction with calm but curious eyes. He observed your fist clenching and unclenching, how your body was turned towards the door of the room, how your feet fidgeted. His lover and his crush reunited in his room. It was weirdly not unwelcome.

“I suppose your answer is ‘no’”, he said with a neutral tone.

He would feel disappointed and a bit sad if your silence and your breathing wasn’t betraying your own feelings. He and Gekko exchanged a glance, the flame of hope burning in their heart. Gekko gently squeezed your hand in his and sat closer to you.

“Tell us how you feel.”

“What are you ? My therapists ?” you scoffed, not daring to look into their eyes.

“Please.”

And in just an instant, your shell broke. Your shoulders shook slightly, your hand was squeezing Gekko's with strength, and your eyes were on your lap. Exchanging another glance with the duelist, the initiator brought your wrist to his lips to kiss it. Iso, on the other hand, wrapped his arm around your shoulders to hold you against his chest, his lips pressing against your temple. Wingman even came out of his hidden spot to hug your leg. You did not need words. They were already understanding. Yet, you could not help yourself but ask in a shy murmur :

“Am I too greedy if I want you both for myself ?”

You felt Iso chuckling against you.

“Is it a bad thing if we consent ?”

You hummed. He did have a point. Gekko suddenly leaned against you, his arms wrapping around your waist and a hopeful smile on his face. You literally were sandwiched between the two agents.

“So…is it a yes ?”

Flustered by the sudden proximity of your two faces, you cleared your throat and looked away in the direction of Wingman who visibly encouraged you with silly gestures.

“I…guess it is,” you said. “If you still want me.”

“Can I kiss you ?”

You felt very dizzy by his sudden question, your heart beating at a way too fast speed. You felt Iso holding you more firmly against his chest. When you looked up at him, he was smirking down at you.

“Isn’t it my turn ?” his face got closer. “You two already kissed, no ?”

So he knew.

“It was on the cheek !” Gekko retorted. “And do you think I didn't see that kiss on the temple ?”

“What about the one on the wrist you just did ?”

You exchanged a glance with Wingman. He shrugged and you sighed.

“Guys !” you interrupted their playful banter. “Please.”

They both stopped then looked at you.

“Alright,” said Gekko while nuzzling his face against your collarbones. “How about some quality time to begin with ?”

“We have all our time,” said Iso while rocking you from side to side.

Believe it or not, I started writing this in july. Then my brain decided to throw a tantrum again.

Like I said (wrote) before, this one shot is heavily inspired of a dream.

Anecdote : I had this dream where I was an agent of the protocol and was avoiding Iso and Gekko because I felt too awkward to confess to them. I had healing abilities in this dream, and I healed them both after a mission (a pretty hardcore one) before running away in the corridors of the protocol (the exact same corridors we saw in the Neon cinematic). Fade even hid me in her room and let me play with her cat in this dream. Wingman ended up snitching on me, Iso found me and carried me on his shoulder while I was scolding Wingman. Iso then entered in his room (with me still on his shoulder) where Gekko was waiting for us, pouting. I was sat down on the bed and the two agents sat beside me and kissed my cheeks, asking me to not run away from them ever again.

And then...I had to wake up because my sister called me... ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

It's fine though, I had a lot of dreams where these two were involved... And when I say (write) a lot of dreams, I mean A LOT.

I even had a dream where Brimstone begged me to date Yoru and Deadlock and I was like 'sure why not'.

Thanks again for taking the time to read this until the end. I wish you a nice day/night.

[caramel1mochi]

cOULD yOu write a fic where fem reader and (some agent) stay at valorant hq while others are at the mission and its summer, super hot outside, and when they come back they see reader and (agent) at the pool playing loud music and having fun, and gekko gets jealous of agent😁😁😁😁😁

Heya, thanks for the request! I wasn’t sure how to wrap it up and I felt bad letting him stay jealous so I added a little extra at the end hahaㅤ

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On the Poolside! [ Gekko x Reader ]

Words: 900+

Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked.‎ ‎‎ ‎  

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。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

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It was two in the afternoon. The perfect time for a team of agents to return from a mission a few minutes ago.

The sun shined brilliantly amidst the bright blue sky, and there was naught of a cloud that dared stand in its way. Unfortunately, this meant that the rays that engulfed the protocol, Gekko and Neon were uncontested, heating them up like they were pastries in an oven. And to those unfortunate enough to go on a mission during all of this, they suffered the most out of all of them. Which was also Gekko and Neon.

Despite having opted to go to the swimming pool a while ago, swimsuits didn’t really cool them as they marched down the hallway. Thrash in hand, each step heavier than the sound of a jackhammer, the two were ready to flop into the pool like pancakes.

ㅤㅤ

“It should be a crime to send people out to war in the middle of summer, man.”

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Gekko complained, promptly earning a nod from Neon.

ㅤㅤ

“Exactly. And to Bind, too? What was Brim thinking?” She huffed. “I just hope the pool’s empty. If one person tries to talk to me on my way there, I swear I'll zap them with my suppressor off!”

ㅤㅤ

Though he aimed to respond to that with something witty, Gekko choked on his laughter once he heard the final sentence.

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“Chica, chill. Everyone else left after us; I’m positive it’s empty.”

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“Yeah, it better be!”

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The halls were quiet and empty of the chaos they’d naturally be riddled with. Mostly because the younglings were out and about, suffering just like the duo were about an hour ago. But this very silence was what made their ears perk up at an awry sound.

Despite the conversation serving as a good enough distraction from the heat, the closer they marched to the pool, the louder the music had gotten. And Gekko just couldn't help but notice it. Especially the genre.

ㅤㅤ

“Yo, do you hear that?”

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“Huh? Oh. Music." She sighed in disinterest. "Yeah, they're probably playing some stuff back there. Looks like we won’t be alone, huh?"

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“Guess not.”

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It was borderline impossible for Neon to sound any less irritated, but I digress.

However, Gekko couldn't stop himself from playing detective in his head in regards to the genre, aaannndd... They turned the corner and finally arrived at the pool, being blinded by the strong sunlight just as they stepped outside. But he was able to finally see who was in the pool when their vision cleared. Yeah, it was Iso who picked that song. Of course it bloody was, who else would pick underground rap? Gekko took a moment to observe Iso as he sat on the edge of the pool, laughing away at something neither of them could hear. Seeing him wear something that didn’t conceal his broad figure was very out of place. But his heart dropped once he saw who he was talking to.

It was you.

Despite being submerged in water, he saw you don some kind of colourful swimsuit with a peculiar design he just couldn’t observe. But something else was on his mind. Beyond how much those colours complemented you, of course. Why was Iso with you in the pool? Neither of you hung out much, if he recalled correctly, so... However, his heart dropped when he saw you suddenly grab Iso's wrist and gleefully pull him into the pool with all of your might. He swore that he saw his arms wrap around you for a second underwater, but he was quick to let go just as the two of you resurfaced.

Ugh…

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“Finally. Fresh air. Come on, let’s go.” ㅤㅤ

Gekko didn’t really catch what Neon said. He was too distracted by the sound of you calling Iso’s name in between laughter. He huffed and firmly clutched Thrash in his arms.

ㅤㅤ "You know what? Nevermind.” ㅤㅤ

Thrash immediately grumbled at this.

Neon's eyes widened in surprise once he turned on his heel. However, just as he was about to move back inside, she was quick to grab his shoulder to stop him.ㅤ

ㅤㅤ

"Woah, hey, what’s going on?”

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“Nothing.”

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Gekko shrugged her hand off, and Neon couldn’t help but tilt her head in confusion.

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“Nothing? Why’re you leaving, then?”

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“I’m… uh, I’m not in the mood.”

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“Okay, that’s clearly a lie.”

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“Look, I’m just not in the mood anymore, alright? It’s not that deep.”

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He unwittingly glanced at the two of you, getting further aggravated at the contagious joy that kept increasing between you two. Neon obviously followed his gaze, but she looked back at him in disbelief once she caught on.

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“Iso and A/N? Is that what this is about?” She crossed her arms. “Gekko, who cares? Just ignore them, or whatever.”

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“Are you for real? I’m not sitting here on the side lines just to watch A/N and Iso live it up.”

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“Hey, you promised Thrash we’d check out the pool when we get back. Are you seriously gonna go back on your word because of some guy who probably sucks at picking date locations compared to you?”

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Neon scolded him as she playfully poked at his chest. And with the encouraging grumble Thrash let out, it was very clear that the little radivore was very much agreeing with her words. She'd know that, wouldn't she?

So… Gekko rolled his eyes with a wide smile he just couldn’t control.

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“Okay, fine. I’m staying.”

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“About time! Now get a move on, I’m melting out here!”

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Neon grabbed Gekko’s wrist and pulled him towards the pool. Due to her strength however, it gave Thrash an escape from his previously firm hold. Thus, Thrash immediately jumped out of his arms and terrorised the pool… much to Gekko’s delight. Even though you were also both inconvenienced at this, not just Iso.

[jettjournals]

Sunny Days and Warm Smiles | SFW

GEKKO x READER (Valorant)

oneshot

You find yourself in a sunny park in Los Angeles, sitting on a bench and enjoying the warm breeze. The vibrant colors of the city surround you, a testament to the lively atmosphere of LA.

Gekko, with his green hair glistening in the sunlight, approaches you with a smile, his radivores trailing behind him playfully. It's not the first time you've met. In fact, you and Gekko have been friends for a while, having met during one of his missions in the city. His easygoing nature and supportive personality quickly turned your initial acquaintance into a genuine friendship, and lately, your feelings for him have begun to deepen into something more.

"Hey, there," he says, his voice relaxed and friendly. "Mind if I join you?"

You nod, and he sits down beside you, his presence immediately putting you at ease. Wingman hops onto your lap, making you laugh as Gekko watches with a warm expression.

"So, how's your day going?" he asks, genuinely interested.

You tell him about your day, and he listens intently, offering supportive comments and making you feel truly heard. His eyes light up as you talk, and you realize just how much he cares about you. The way he leans in, the soft smiles, and the occasional brush of his hand against yours—it all feels different, more intimate.

After a while, Dizzy and Thrash start a little game of chase, causing both of you to laugh at their antics. Gekko turns to you, his brown eyes soft and kind.

"You know, I'm really glad we met. You bring a special kind of calm to my chaotic world," he says, his voice lowering, filled with a warmth that sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You smile, feeling a sense of warmth and connection. "I feel the same way about you, Mateo. You make everything brighter," you confess, your heart pounding in your chest.

Gekko's smile widens, and he reaches out to take your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "How about we take a walk?" he suggests, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that sends sparks through you.

As the afternoon sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the park, you and Gekko stroll side by side, your hands intertwined. You reminisce about past adventures and share dreams for the future, the conversation flowing effortlessly. There's a newfound tenderness in the way he looks at you, a silent promise of something more.

Walking side by side, you can't help but feel grateful for this unexpected friendship that has blossomed into a deeper connection. The world around you seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in a bubble of warmth and budding romance.

[kumakooo]

My baby 💖🤏✨🥹

(pls don’t mind me delulu heh)

[babyboiboyega]

Gekko Headcanons #1 : The Cookout

Pairing: Mateo De la Fuente/Gekko x Black!Gn!reader Headcanon: Taking Mateo to a family cookout would include... Content: fluff, profanity Word Count: 2.6k Author's Note: its been toooo long since I've written something, and of course my newest hyperfixation is the thing that gets me to write again LMAO gotta love it y'know? I am very new to the world of Valorant and this character, so please...if any of this seems ooc, kindly let me know. I'm still learning about him, I'm still feeling him out, but I just enjoy the character so much already. I also enjoyed writing this, so I hope y'all enjoy! <3 Tag list: @liyaawrites (aka, the person responsible for this obsession!!)

I wanna start off by saying that the second you mention taking Mateo to meet your family, the boy is geeked out of his mind. Maybe it's in passing during a conversation, or maybe you consciously bring up the topic once you feel it's the right time; either way, it’s met with wide, brown eyes that sparkle in excitement, and thick lips that part on an immediate agreement. Not only does an agreement follow, but he also immediately starts to ask what he should bring. What kind of get-together is it? Does he need to know anything beforehand? How does he need to dress, because he’ll be damned if he shows up underdressed when meeting the family of the person he loves. He only stops worrying when you tell him exactly what the function is – a cookout – and what he’s expected to bring – some dish that your mom/grandmother/auntie or other family member is requesting. And once those questions are answered, he goes straight to worrying about making sure it’s up to their standards. You have no idea why, but your family gives you and him the job of bringing the macaroni (and not any store-bought macaroni- they’ll know the difference). When he learns that it has to be homemade and that its a staple in the entire cookout, he instantly looks up recipes while thinking back to the ones his ma or abuela would use, wanting to put his own spin on it while also wanting to make a good first impression. It gets to the point where you find him up late one night, his phone’s screen illuminating his features from where he lays beside you. He’d turn his phone to you sheepishly, apologizing for the bright light and displaying a page called “how not to make macaroni and cheese” or something along those lines with a sheepish smile.

“Think they’ll like this one?” “Teo…baby…it’s 3 am.” “...you’re right, I should look for another one-”

The days leading up to the cookout are spent with him constantly going on about how excited he is to meet your family – specifically the cousins you’re the closest to and have mentioned before. In response, you warn him that your family can be…a bit much, specifically when someone brings their partner around. They have a tendency to ask too many questions, get a little too comfortable joking around, and are just all around loud and obnoxious sometimes…and he’d only reassure you with a knowing smirk and a raised eyebrow that not only is his family the same, but he’s so used to being around large families as his used to have get togethers all the time. He’s dealt with it before, and it'd be worth it to deal with it again if it meant he got to meet your folks. Despite the sentiments, you still warn him – especially of that aunt who always likes to make smart-ass comments and loves calling others out despite having her own problems in her life, to which he lets you know that he’s dealt with one of those and he’ll make sure that y’all are far away from that aunt at all times. He would offer to keep you dancing all night just so you had an excuse to not talk to that person, which would only lead to a conversation involving line dances. 

Despite Mateo's affinity for the punk/skater aesthetic, I’d like to think that his Hispanic roots have resulted in him having a good sense of rhythm. I also like to think that he listens to a lot of music in his spare time, fostering an appreciation for different genres. With that being said, I think our boy could keep up with the line dances. When you offer to teach him a few just for fun, he’d be excited as hell, his lips curling into a full-blown smile as he’d watch you turn the music on and scroll through the first ‘cookout line dance’ playlist you find. When you find a suitable one and try to teach him, he’d be playful about the entire thing, claiming that he needs you to do it a few times although you know its just so he can see you dance, his eyes lingering heavily on your hips as you do so. And when you finally get him to join you, you realize that he may not have the steps down, but he’s got enough swag and rhythm to keep up and look like he knows what he’s doing, which is enough. 

“One more time, princesa- I promise. I’ll get it this time.” “You’re just looking at my ass, Mateo-” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” (with a shit eating grin on his face)

Now…when it gets to the day of the cookout, you two would be up pretty early, going to get the supplies to make the macaroni before starting on it at home. He’d want to help so badly, but he’d also have no problem getting your input on it – after all, it is your family and you know how they usually like their macaroni. But he’d also insist on doing most of it himself which would result in about a few hours of him moving around the kitchen with a focused look on his face. His focus is only broken by you checking in on him, it instantly changing to a cocky, yet playful, smirk as he would nod to the pan that’s in the oven. 

“How’s it goin, baby?” “Look at that masterpiece and tell me how it’s goin, mi carino. You see that golden brown on the top, you smell that delicious, scrumptious, decadent-” “Aaaalright, that’s enough-”

You know I have to mention the process of picking out outfits. I absolutely believe that Mateo would not only be down for, but would love being one of those couples that wears complimenting outfits. Not matching completely, but maybe having one article of clothing that’s the same color or maybe even wearing the same accessories. You two have too much personality and style to limit yourselves to wearing the exact same thing when going out, so he would love to wear complimenting outfits. He’d always make sure to pick colors that you enjoy wearing despite thinking that you look beautiful in every color. 

“What about green?” “Oh…well…you know I don’t exactly look the best in green, baby.” “I wholeheartedly disagree, but we can look for something else, mi amor. No problem-”

I think that he’d be so invested in making sure y’all look good that he’d kind of forget about the macaroni that's in the oven. You can’t even blame him, because you’d be able to see the excitement radiating off of him as he gets ready, so you’d just gently, but amusedly, remind him. 

“Teo.” “Yeah?” “Your macaroni-” “Mierda- my macaroni-!”

His attention would instantly switch to the macaroni, so much so that he’d still be standing in the kitchen, his eyes on the oven when you walk in fully dressed with Wingman trailing behind you, Mateo’s shirt in his beak as he chirps and trills. You wouldn’t be able to understand him, but you don’t really have to to understand the comedic radivore’s noises. You’d only be able to nod and agree with the little guy as you both watch Mateo hurriedly throw on his shirt before taking out the macaroni. 

Now…lets get to the cookout itself. He’d hear the music and chatter immediately after stepping out of the car and would just look at you with a smile and excited eyes, offering to take the dish with one hand and your hand with the other. You’d be able to see that recognition in his eyes, the myriad of sounds that signify a family fellowship being ever so familiar to him. Homeboy would walk in the door with a wide and inviting smile, greeting people politely while also showing that he can be rather extroverted when he wants to be. Of course, he gets the typical ‘this must be yo lil friend’ from your family members, but he takes it in stride. But while taking it all in stride, he’d also make sure to kiss your cheek, your forehead, hold your hand, wrap an arm around your waist– anything to show that the words ‘lil friend’ are just a title your family members have given him, and that the truth is he’s yours. 

He’d show the macaroni to the family member(s) in charge of the food, watching with baited breath as they take the foil off of the top, their eyes looking at the golden-brown cheese on top before looking up at you two with a smile. 

“Oooh, this looks good, Y/N.” “Actually, Mateo made it. I just helped him when he needed it; it was all him.”

He’d absolutely be geeked when they turn to him with an impressed look, their smile widening as they set it on the table with the rest of the food. And if you thought he had a big head when being told that it looked good, it’s nothing compared to when the first family member comes up and tells him that it tasted good. Chile, you’d never hear the end of it…though you don’t want to. It’d be endearing and sweet that he takes so much pride in making something your family enjoys. And when it comes to him actually eating the food prepared, he would not hold his appreciation back. There’d be a lot of ‘who made this’, followed by just as many ‘dios mio’s as he can dish out. The same goes for the dessert portion, especially the homemade pound cakes from your family members. Yeah, he’d have no problem asking for a to-go box; one for food, and one for dessert. 

Throughout the duration of the cookout, he’d find himself constantly in conversation with someone from your family, whether it be because he had been pulled into a conversation, or whether it was because someone approached him with the intent of asking questions. Either way, Mateo would be game for any question asked, usually answering with an air of confidence, friendliness, and humor that made others love him instantly. When asked questions about you two’s relationship, he’d be quick and incredibly willing to answer, his eyes glancing at you adoringly as he does so with a smile on his face. It’d get to a point where you would have to ‘rescue’ him from more questions, citing that you wanted to dance just to get him away from your family member(s). And he’d happily let you pull him away, however, not before promising the uncles gathered around a table that he’d play spades with them the next round. 

At some point in the night, you’d lose him for a few minutes, coming back to his empty seat after fixing a plate of dessert for both of you, and after scouring the yard, hoping that he hasn’t gotten himself into a less than pleasant conversation, you finally find him. Except he isn’t in a conversation- not with an adult, anyway. No, he’s seated in the yard, not too far at all from the kids table, smiling widely as the kids from your family gather around him. Their hands reach for and gently run over his hair, the dyed shapes and colors instantly catching their attention as they speak over each other, asking him questions.

“Why’d you do that to your hair?” “Did it hurt? Why’d you pick spots?” “My mama says people who dye their hair like that don’t want a job.” “Can I do that to my hair?”

You’d only be able to watch in fondness for a few minutes as he struggles to answer their questions, his facial expression showing exactly how much he enjoyed being the center of attention for the kids. It would get to a point where he’d look up at you with an expression that screamed for help despite the smile still on his face, and you wouldn’t hesitate in rescuing him. You’d never seen Mateo around kids before now, but going off of the vibes and interactions you’d see, it’d be easy to come to the conclusion that he’s pretty okay with kids. Because of his chill demeanor, not only is he seen as ‘cool’ to the youngins, but he’s also easy to interact with. It would certainly help that he’s got a little crew of adorable creatures who are intelligent enough to interact carefully with the kids. There’d be peels of laughter and excited chatter as Wingman does a trick when prompted by Mateo. There’d also be a time where Wingman turns to Mateo, chirping quickly and constantly looking back at the kids…and after a short conversation between the two, he’d probably smile, nodding his head towards the kids with a ‘have fun, be careful’. That’d be the only thing Wingman needs to hear before turning and joining the group of kids in their activities, the laughter being a constant noise as long as the creature is interacting with them. 

When it gets to the end of the night and people start filtering out of the yard, he’d check in with you, asking you if you’re tired or if you still want to hang around with a look of understanding for whatever answer you give. It's only when you smile tiredly and sheepishly at him that he’d nod with a smile, telling you that maybe it's time to go. It wouldn’t be long before you two have a bag with your to-go boxes in them, making your rounds with your family members and saying goodnight. He’d leave Wingman to play with the remaining kids until it’d be time to go, waving him over once you two are ready to leave. (You can’t help but feel like you two have your own little family, and the earlier sight of him interacting with the kids certainly adds fuel to that thought). 

The ride home would be spent going over certain conversations and interactions that had happened during the night, showing just how attentive Mateo had been the entire night. You’d also learn of some of the conversations he’d had when you weren’t around…and he’d instantly wave away your apologies for the nature of those conversations, an easygoing and amused smile on his face as he does so.

“Please tell me she did not say that to you- I’m so sorry, love-” “No need to say sorry. It was pretty funny, so its okay, mi cielito. So…you tried to turn the speed all the way up on the treadmill, yeah?” “Yeah, that’s enough of that-”

To put it simply: Mateo would be ecstatic that he not only got to spend an entire day with you and your family, but that he got to see how you interact with your family. It’s truly nothing like seeing the love of your life in their safe space with people they trust. He could’ve sat and watched you speak to cousins, aunties, uncles, whoever else and would’ve been completely satisfied. He’d go to bed thinking about the glow you had on your face as you spoke to family members you’d missed, and how he’d heard and seen you genuinely laugh with cousins when recounting old stories, and how you and your family connected over food, music, and fellowship...and yeah, he’d have to admit to himself in the middle of the night, while holding you close, that he couldn’t wait to have that with you in the future.

A/N: I hope that was fun to read, it was certainly fun to write! Once again, this is my first time writing for this character that I just found out about like...two weeks ago, y'all...be patient with me while I'm learning. BUT I'm gonna really try to write more this summer because I definitely won't have time to in the fall, so keep an eye out!

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Imagine helping Gekko dye his hair.

Spanish words are in Bold/Italics.

(I used the translator they have on my phone, so if some of these words or wrong blame them-)

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I watched as Mateo set up his phone, I smiled and rested my chin on his shoulder.

“I’m going to miss seeing your hair blonde like this, you know?” I said, running my fingers over his short hair.

“I’ve only had it like this for a day, nena.”

“Well, I really like the color on you.”

“How ‘bout when the green dye starts to change color, I’ll dye it blonde, okay?”

“I’m going to hold you to that, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” He said and I hit his shoulder and he clutched it in mock hurt.

“Are you eady?” I asked as I watched Mateo threw up peace sign, in the cameras direction.

“Claro que sí! Let’s do this.” I put on the gloves and looked down at his blonde hair.

I put the green dye on my gloves and began to put it all over his blonde locks. When it was all over his hair, I put a shower cap on him and we waited for the dye fully color his hair.

“What do you want to do while waiting?” I asked, and I sat wingman down on my lap and slowly pat his head.

“Well, we could talk about when you’re going to join VALORANT.”

I audibly groaned, “I already told you, I’m not going to join it.”

“Yeah, I heard that, but I’m pretty sure you were fibbing.”

“It wasn’t a fib! I really don’t want to.”

“But do you know how fun it would be? Working side-by-side? Saving the world?” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“No, thank you, Mateo. And besides I don’t even know how to use my powers.”

“That’s cause you don’t have anyone to help you out, but lucky for you, I know a guy.”

“Is it Brimstone?”

“Pfft, no! Guess again.”

“Phoenix would be cool to have as a mentor.”

“Oh, vaya— Me!” He exclaimed.

“I knew, it was you. I was just kidding.” I said, and gave him a side hug. “But even if you teach me, I still don’t think I’d be good enough to protect the world.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I don’t know, I just think I’m better off, having you guys protect us. I’ll just stay home.” I replied and Wingman turned to me, and I noticed his face looked a bit sad. “Sorry, Wingman.”

“Hey, look at me, don’t think like that. You’d be perfect for it.”

“But—”

“No, but’s! You’ve talked about changing the world for the better and helping out anyway you can. This is your chance!”

I sigh, and knew that he was right. I always showed care for any and every living thing, whether that be an animal or human.

“Tell you what; I’m going to wash this dye out of my hair, and then we are going to show you the ropes.”

“Who’s we? You and Wingman?” I ask and he shakes his head with a smug grin. “Who?”

“You’ll see.” He said, standing up to wash the dye out.

[rubywolffxxx]

Shots de Valorant

(Gekko / Sova x Lectora)

Masterlist de mi autoría

Gekko: *La conexión que Mateo tenía con las pequeñas criaturas era tal que sentían en carne propia todo lo que el otro sentía. Dolor, frustración... e incluso ese leve enamoramiento que el joven estaba atravesando*

____ llevaba un buen rato refugiada en aquel callejón.

La herida que había sufrido tal vez no era grave, pero si lo suficiente dolorosa como para hacerle imposible el poder moverse.

—Mierda...—sus manos temblorosas presionaron aquel corte cercano a su tobillo. Sangraba bastante, y si pisaba dolía como el diablo. Los intentos fallidos para comunicarse con su equipo por el intercomunicador comenzaban a hacerla sentir nerviosa. Fue entonces cuando un leve borboteo la hizo mirar a un lado—. ¿Carnalito?—La criatura se acercó apresurada extendiendo sus brazos hacia ella—. Ya, campeón. Ven aqui.—____ lo tomó en brazos, estrujándolo con cariño—. ¿Dónde está Gekko? ¿Sabes si está cerca?—El pequeño amarillo se acurrucó en sus brazos, haciendo que ella riera bajito, olvidándose por un segundo la herida en su pie.

—¡____!—Un Gekko agitado apareció en el lugar, mirando de inmediato la herida de la chica.

—¿Por qué no contestan? Los estaba intentando llamar.—

—Lo siento, no hay buena señal aqui.—el chico le alcanzó aquella mochila de colores.

—Mis cosas, gracias... ¿Me ayudas con este asunto?—

—Oh, claro.—Gekko casi tuvo que arrancar a Carnalito de sus brazos.

—¿Qué le sucede últimamente? Esta muy pegote.—____ revisaba su mochila en busca de insumos, por lo que no vio la mueca nerviosa de Mateo.

—No sé...—carraspeó apenas—. ¿Qué tal eso? ¿Puedes ponerte de pie?—

—Si, pero necesito una mano.—

Gekko no tardó en ayudar a la chica apenas terminó de vendar su pie, pero en cuanto sus manos se aferraron al brazo del peliverde, Carnalito comenzó a reclamarle algo que ella no entendía.

—Ya ya, que intenso... Carnalito quiere que lo cargues.—____ rió bajito antes de abrir su mochila y dejarlo entrar.

—Como desee, señor.—En cuanto acomodó la mochila en su espalda, Carnalito se recostó en su hombro—Ahora si.—____ deslizó su brazo por el hombro de Gekko—. ¿Podemos irnos? ¿O tú también quieres que te cargue?—

Al tener el cuerpo de la chica tan cerquita al suyo, Mateo sintió todo el calor agolparse en su rostro.

Y eso solo hacía que Carnalito se aferrara aún más a la chica que lo cargaba.

Sova: *el arquero era la persona más linda y agradable que habías conocido, y no tardaste mucho en entender que te gustaba. Pero Sova se tomaba muy en serio la reglamentación del protocolo, y eso incluía las leyes de relaciones entre compañeros*

—Quiero ir con Sova.—

Brimstone enarcó una ceja al ver como aquella muchacha sonreía demasiado al ver al rubio, quien hacía su mejor esfuerzo por mantener la calma.

—¿Segura? En ese lugar hace mucho frío.—Killjoy la miró preocupada.

—¿Y qué? Me abrigo.—

—Deja eso.—Jett intervino—. Sabes que tu sistema no se lleva bien con el frio.—

____ decidió no discutir. No solo porque tenía razón, sino porque a Jett nunca le dicutia nada. La apreciaba mucho.

—... Iré a descansar entonces.—La chica se retiró sin más, y su bajón de ánimo fue evidente para todos.

—Brimstone...—Sova llamó la atención del jefe—. ¿Puedo pedirte un favor?—

____ trotaba a paso tranquilo en aquella cinta mecánica, cuando vio por el rabillo del ojo que alguien entraba al gimnasio. Sonrió al ver al cazador.

—Dóbraye útra, Sasha... ¿Qué tal? ¿Lo pronuncié bien?—

—Buenos días para ti también, ____. Vas mejorando con eso.—

—¿Tú crees?—lo vio asentir con una leve sonrisa—. Cool, cuando mi pronunciación sea buena, te pediré una cita.—

—Como insistes, mujer.—

—¿No eras tú el que decía "persevera y triunfarás?—____ bajó de la cinta, tomando su botella de agua—. Aprendí a ser paciente, no tengo apuro... Aunque de verdad estaba ansiosa por ir contigo hoy.—

—Bueno, respecto a eso... Me cambiaron de locación, iremos a Lisboa.—

—... ¿"Iremos"?—

—¿Que no quieres?—Sova rió al ver que la chica festejaba en silencio.

—Te abrazaría pero estoy toda sudada, te salvaste esta vez... Déjame ducharme y prepararé mis cosas. ¡Tendremos una cita!—

—No es una cita.—

—Ah, pero te gustaría.—

El hombre miró con una leve sonrisa como la chica salía del lugar, dejándolo a solas con un sentimiento de los más agradable. Por más que intentara pegarse a las reglas del protocolo, y esquivar todo el tiempo las insinuaciones de la chica...

La verdad era que ya había caído por completo en las redes de la chica de radiante sonrisa.

[swiftyangx12]

Inspiration from the new map trailer

[Y/N]: Gekko! I’m glad you’re okay. *Hugs him* Nobody else got hurt, right?

Gekko: *Hugs them back* We’re good. I’m sorry for worrying you.

[Y/N]: *Lets go and looks at Gekko* As long as you’re in one piece. I heard about the portal Kingdom used for trading with Omega Earth.

Gekko: We got it shut down. All thanks to Wings.

Wingman: *Hops into [Y/N]’s arms and looks up at them*

[Y/N]: *Smiles at him* You’re a hero, Wingman.

Wingman: *Garbles happily*

[Y/N]: What’s the next move?

Gekko: We just need to stop the others from stealing our world.

[Y/N]: *Nods in agreement* Then let’s show them what we got.

[amive2567]

hi hi! hope you’re doing well!

could i request a gekko x fem reader where the reader is new to the protocol and gekko trains them? like how harbor trains gekko

i don’t really have anything else to add lol, have fun with it! we need more posts on the gekko x reader tag fr

hope you have a great day/night, and stay hydrated!

A/N: First of all, sorry that it took so long. I was hit with terrible writers block and live was bit stressful so the piece may or may not be the best, but i hope you still like it. Translations: Ojo Bonita = watch out beauty Entrenador = coach Hermosa = gorgeous Cariño = love, but can be interpreted as “dear” or “honey” Words: 643 Type of order: Bubble tea (request), Hot chocolate (fluff ), small Green Tea (platonic with specks of mutual interest romantically), Cupcake (one shot)

As a new recruit in the Val HQ, you still felt lost. Even though you already made some friends and developed a crush on a certain green-haired agent, you still couldn't pinpoint where the training ground was. Harbor even gave you a map, but you failed to orientate yourself in this huge building. A glance at your watch told you that you were slowly but surely running late. "Shit, shit, shit…" you mumbled while trying to find this damn training ground. You rush around corners and long hallways until you stumbled against a body. "¡Ojo Bonita! Why are you running so fast? Jeez you could have tripped, but I am glad you are finally there." Gekko spoke calmly. He picked you up from the ground and got you back on your feet. "I am so sorry. I still have no orientation in this huge building. Where is Harbor?" You glance behind you to look around you. There is no trace of him. "He is busy today. So I am your personal entrenador, hermosa." You smile at him, cursing yourself at the same time that you paid so little attention in your Spanish classes in high school. "We should get going then? I already took some of your time, because of my delay."

At first, he began to explain the different weapons to you. "So the Vandal is a bit more complicated. This weapon's short bursts of fire make short work of enemies. However, the stability suffers with continuous fire. The Vandal maintains its damage at long range and rewards those who specialize in single headshots." he explains expertly. You pick up the weapon and aim at a dummy. "Hermosa, let me show you how to aim properly," he says and stands behind you. He takes your hands in his and guides you. His warmth, lets a shiver run down your spine. "Make sure to aim at the head. The weapon is quite heavy, so you should get some arm training done." He grabs your waist and forces you to take some steps back. Your breath is stuck in your throat. The warmth of his body makes your heart flutter. "Now shoot," he says,and you press the trigger. A loud bang echoes through the hall and the dummy collapses. "I did it." you cheer, and out of euphoria, you hug him.

For a moment no one realized what just happened until you let go, your cheeks were flushed red. "Oh, err, sorry, I didn't mean to…" you stuttered. "No problem, hermosa, it was cute." his cheeks are also faintly red band he rubbed the back of his neck. Both of you kept quiet for a while, and an uncomfortable silence followed. "So, er, what is on the schedule now?" you ask shyly. "I will teach you how to move properly and how to aim during hectic situations" Gekko explained, he seemed to hide his embarrassment for now and tried to be professional.

The hours passed, and you got exhausted. He was kind, but his training was hard. Sweat was running down your forehead, but you kept going, and pushed through. "You did well, hermosa." Gekko patted your back. You smiled up at him and nodded. "Thanks" Gekko handed you a water bottle. "Your first practice went well, but you still need to improve much. We need to teach you hand-to-hand combat as well and all. We continue this tomorrow" He said and smiled. "See ya" he waved goodbye and walked his way, leaving you alone at the HQ training room.

More training sessions had been done, and you improved gravely. Gekko was pleased and also proud. "Hermosa, I think you're ready for your first mission and after it, I have a little surprise. Keep up the good work Cariño" He winked which left you speechless, but a happy feeling arose in your chest.

[the-angeleno]

What do you write for?? Like smut, sfw, angst, etc??

all of the above! if a request is not something i am comfortable writing or something i dont think i'll be able to execute properly/accurately i will privately answer those asks specifically and let the sender know!

– ves

[jettjournals]

Tangled in Desire | NSFW

GEKKO x READER (VALORANT)

oneshot

The night air is warm as you and Gekko find yourselves alone in his dimly lit room, the gentle hum of Los Angeles nightlife filtering through the open window. His radivores have retreated to their globule forms, giving you both some privacy.

You've known Gekko for a while now, your friendship growing deeper with each shared adventure and quiet moment. Lately, you've noticed the lingering touches, the stolen glances, and the unspoken tension building between you. Tonight, that tension feels particularly thick in the air.

Gekko's eyes, deep and filled with a mix of affection and desire, lock onto yours as he steps closer. He hesitates, as if considering whether to close the distance. "I've been thinking about you all day," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

Your heart races, but you simply smile, stepping a little closer yourself. "I've been thinking about you too, Mateo."

He reaches out, his hand brushing against your cheek before he pulls you into a gentle kiss. It's soft at first, exploratory, as if he's savoring the moment. His lips are warm, moving against yours with a tenderness that makes your knees weak.

As the kiss deepens, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate bubble. Gekko's hands trace the contours of your body with a mix of urgency and reverence, each touch igniting a fire within you. Yet, he takes his time, not rushing the moment, letting the anticipation build.

Clothes are slowly discarded, each piece falling away as if in a dream. His gaze roams over you, filled with admiration and longing. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

You respond with a soft sigh, your hands exploring his toned body, tracing the tattoos that tell stories of his life and adventures. The air is filled with the scent of desire and the sound of your mingled breathing.

Gekko's touch becomes more insistent, his kisses more demanding, but he still holds back, drawing out the moment. He whispers your name, his breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I want you," he says, his voice raw with need.

Finally, the slow burn reaches its peak. Gekko gently lowers you onto the bed, his body hovering over yours. His eyes search yours for any hesitation, and finding none, he moves forward. The feeling of his body pressing into yours is electric, a culmination of all the anticipation.

He enters you slowly, almost reverently, his eyes never leaving yours. The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and deep connection. He moves with a careful rhythm at first, each thrust measured and deliberate, drawing out the pleasure.

As the passion builds, his movements become more urgent, his need matching your own. You meet each thrust with your own, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. The room is filled with the sound of your mingled moans and the rhythmic creak of the bed, a symphony of shared desire.

Gekko's hands are everywhere, caressing your skin, holding you close, his lips never far from yours. His whispered words of adoration and desire fuel the fire between you, driving you both toward a powerful climax.

When release finally comes, it's overwhelming, a wave of pleasure that crashes over you both. Gekko holds you tight, his body trembling with the force of his own release. For a moment, the world outside ceases to exist, leaving just the two of you, connected in the most intimate way possible.

As the night deepens, you find yourselves tangled together, sweat-soaked and sated, a sense of deep connection and satisfaction settling over you both. Gekko's arms wrap around you, holding you close as he whispers sweet nothings, making you feel cherished and desired in a way you never have before.

With Gekko, the slow burn was worth every moment, every heartbeat, every breath.

[the-angeleno]

mateo/gekko requests open :)

someone request gekko x reader i am here to feed yall since nobody else wants to do ur civil duty !!! make sure to specify pronouns otherwise it will be gender neutral !

ask here<3

[swiftyangx12]

Sniper Training [Valorant SNL Parody #4]

[Synopsis]: Gekko & [A/N] get sniper training by an instructor who may have a little problem.

[Gender Neutral Agent!Reader]

[A/N] = Agent’s name/Call Sign

[TW]: Some cursing.

[Valorant HQ, Shooting Range, 10:30 a.m.]

Instructor: Aright, you newbies! You trained ten weeks for this moment. You want to be great agents?

Gekko & [A/N]: Yes, sir!

Instructor: You think you got what it takes?

Gekko & [A/N]: Yes, sir!

Instructor: Now hear this. You do not fire your weapon, until you hear me give the exact order. Human life is at stake, and you need to be 100% certain before you pulled that trigger. Hundred percent, is that clear?

Gekko & [A/N]: Yes, sir!

Instructor: Locked and loaded!

Gekko & [A/N]: Locked and loaded, sir!

Instructor: Do you have a lock?

Gekko & [A/N]: Yes, sir!

Instructor: Are you loaded?

Gekko & [A/N]: Yes, sir!

Instructor: Then, “tee da shaaa!!!”

Gekko & [A/N]: *Looks up from their scopes and at the instructor* *Both bewildered*

[A/N]: Excuse me, sir?

Instructor: “Tee da shaaa!!!”

Gekko: What?

Instructor: Stand down, both of you. *Rolls over to Gekko’s side*

Gekko: ¡Ay!

Instructor: *Hovers over Gekko* Where are you from, agent?

Gekko: Los Angeles, California, sir.

Instructor: L.A. native.

Gekko: Uh-huh.

Instructor: Well, you better show me what you got, and “tee da shaaa!!!”

Gekko: Excuse me?

Instructor: *Moves closer to Gekko’s face* “Tee da shaa…”

Gekko: I’m sorry, sir. Can you make that order clear? I wanna be sure I’m hearing you right.

Instructor: Then stand down. *Rolls over to [A/N]’s side and hovers over them* What about you, agent? You want to be a great agent?

[A/N]: Yes, I want to protect my home world, sir!

Instructor: You ever sit alone in the dark and let your mind take control of your soul and try to play god?

[A/N]: *Confused by the whole ordeal* I’m sorry?

Instructor: Yes or no, agent?! Are you god? I’ll give you a hint. You are.

[A/N]: Uhh okay.

Instructor: Now, agent! *Leans closer* “Tee da shaaa…”

[A/N]: Excuse me?

Instructor: Oh. I’m sorry. Do-you-need-me-to-enunciate?

[A/N]: Yes I do, sir.

Instructor: “TAE. DA. SHA!” “TAE. DA. SHAAA!!!

Gekko: We can’t understand your order, sir.

Instructor: *Rolls back to Gekko* What the hell did you say to me?!

Gekko: Nothing, sir!

Instructor: But it sounds like you said something.

Gekko: No, sir!

Instructor: Alright, but don’t move. I got to use the John. *Rolls out of scene*

Gekko: *Looks at the instructor and back at [A/N]* He sayin’ “take the shot”, right?

[A/N]: I don’t know. Why is he saying it like that?

Gekko: No idea. It has got to be a test of some sort.

Instructor: *Rolls back in scene*

Gekko: Oh!

Instructor: *Hovers over Gekko again* False alarm! I didn’t have to go. I’m just lying on my bladder weird. What did I miss? Did anyone “tee da shaaa…”?

Gekko: No, sir.

Instructor: Locked and loaded!

Gekko & [A/N]: Locked and loaded, sir!

Instructor: Alright!

Gekko: What?

Instructor: *Hovers over Gekko and rolls over back to [A/N]* *Lies next to them* Alright, agent. Now, I’m just gonna put my hand on the small of your back.

[A/N]: *Feeling uncomfortable* Get your hand off of me before I rip it off.

Instructor: *Retracts his hand back* You know what you can do.

[A/N]: *Getting irritated* What’s that, sir?

Instructor: “Tee da shaaa!!!”

[A/N]: Are you telling me to take the shot?!

Instructor: I’m telling to “tee da shaaa!!!” Now, hold your fire and “tee da shaaa!!!”

[A/N]: Oh my god! Should I hold my fire or take the shot?!!

Instructor: Hold your fire and “tee da shaaa!!!”

[A/N]: What the hell?! This is messed up!

Instructor: Then stand down! *Rolls back to Gekko* Locked and loaded!

Gekko: Locked and loaded, sir!

Instructor: Good. God, you must be addicted. *Hovers over Gekko more* Of doing squats.

[A/N]: Get the fuck off of him!

Instructor: *Moves back in his original place* Locked and loaded!

Gekko: Okay.

Instructor: Enemy target is 70 meters.

Gekko: I got a lock.

Instructor: Do you?

Gekko: Yes, sir.

Instructor: Are you sure?

Gekko: Yes, sir!

Instructor: Then “tee da shaaa”, but hold your fire!

Gekko: *Mildly irritated* Are you tellin’ me to take the shot, sir?

Instructor: What part of “hold your fire” and “tee da shaaa” don’t you understand, boy?

Gekko: All of it, sir!

Instructor: Just take the damn shot, agent! Hold your fire and “tee da shaaa”!

Gekko: I should take the shot?

Instructor: “Tee da shaaa”! Hold your fire! “Tee da shaaa”!

Gekko: I’m taking the shot!

Instructor: “TEE DA SHAAA!”

[BANG!]

Phoenix: OW! Who the hell shot me?!

Instructor: Oops.

Gekko: *Now angry* Oops? You told me to take the shot!

Instructor: No I didn’t. I told you to “tae da sha” and it’s been a slang for “stand down.”

[A/N]: But you also said “stand down.”

Instructor: Yeah, I’m inconsistent.

Gekko: WHAT?! What the hell is “hold your fire”?

Instructor: I don’t know. It’s some voodoo chant I learned in Honduras.

Gekko: WHAT?!

Instructor: Now gets “gwo o’ here”! *Rolls out of scene*

Gekko: *Looks at [A/N]* What?

[A/N]: I’m reporting this to Brimstone for having an incompetent idiot as our sniper instructor.

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