#omen x you

[sovasleepy]

jealousy (valorant x reader)

[ chamber, gekko, sova, omen x gn!reader ] — in which valorant men get a little jealous

tw: jealous and a little overprotectiveness but they’re (mostly) healthy about it. a little cursing for some flavor. random guy flirts with you in chamber's but hes not creepy about it. different guy is also creepy in omen's but its not talked about in detail. chamber makes a sexual joke in his.

CHAMBER ━━━

hot take: he’s so protective at all times idc idc

but he hides it so so well

he’s absolutely enamored by you, there’s no denying that. that’s only half the reason why he tries to show you off so much though

the other reason is because that means he is showing you off as his. he’s staking his claim on you in his own odd little way, but it works and neither of you mind it too much

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“are you sure this shirt doesn’t make me look weird?” you asked, tugging at the material.

as much as you loved it, you couldn’t quite tell me if it was ‘you.’ you stepped out of the changing room of the store you were in and into the hallway, where chamber sat patiently waiting. he loved a fashion show if it was yours, after all.

he pretended to inspect it thoroughly, leaning forward in his chair and narrowing his eyes.

before he could answer, however, a different voice sounded out. it came from the door next to yours, where a different man had walked into the hallway to look at his own clothes.

“it looks good,” he spoke, smirk creeping its way onto his face. “but i imagine you’d look good in anything, huh?”

both you and chamber sat still and quiet for a few beats, as if registering what had just happened. the line was well delivered, but seriously? could he not tell that you were with chamber?

“well,” chamber spoke loudly. “they do look good in anything. and in nothing. we could see how you look when the shirt is on our bedroom floor, how’s that, ma cheri?”

you attempted to ignore the warmth that rose in your face, but failed. again, you were stunned. the opposing man blanched and retreated back to his changing room, where he quickly shut the door.

“come now, love. i think a thousand dollars in one shopping trip is enough, no? or should we stop by one more store?” chamber was overly loud once again.

and lying through his teeth, as well — you’d come to retrieve a single shirt for an event. that said, you couldn’t help but laugh as the occupant of changing room next to yours fumbled over himself, apparently knocked something down, and released a string of curses.

he didn’t have to know chamber was lying, and you didn’t have to know chamber was lying because he knew he’d earn a laugh from you.

GEKKO ━━━

gekko has like. a normal amount of jealousy?

he’ll bite back the small senses of it whenever you’re giving another guy a little more attention that he would like you to

or he’ll politely explain to you that he doesn’t really like you doing something because of how it makes him feel and you’ll talk it through

not because he doesn’t trust you, he just needs that extra little reassurance

if you’re willing to give up doing something to give him that peace of mind? all the better. if not? he can work on it, no questions asked.

overall 10/10 v good communication skills i love him

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you could tell that gekko was uneasy. from the way his nails picked at his fingers and the constant bouncing of his knee, to the avoidance of eye contact and the way his speech was quiet and mumbled, gekko’s demeanor screamed something was wrong.

you watched him carefully as you sat back down at the table. again, his eyes didn’t move from the place they were locked onto.

a few moments passed as you thought of what could have been wrong. the two of you were at some company party, with loud music coming through the speakers and an unholy amount of people piled into the room. everyone was dressed formally in either dresses or suits, their makeup done perfectly and not a hair out of place.

maybe that’s what was wrong. perhaps the music was too loud or his suit was too tight.

“mateo?” you had to yell over the music, despite wanting your voice to be soft as you spoke to him.

he finally looked up to you, soft eyes scanning your face. he didn’t speak, but he hummed to acknowledge you audibly.

“is everything alright? you seem a little off.”

the question seemed to stun him for a few moments as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked back down to the table. after a deep breath, he finally answered. “i just felt a little… i dunno. saying i was jealous feels a little funny, but there was this guy earlier you were talking to? he was kinda tall, darker hair. and uh- anyway, you went to grab a drink and he seemed to be really funny i guess. you didn’t stop laughing the entire time you were talking and before you left he kissed your cheek.”

you thought about it for a second, trying to recall the interaction, before you let out something like a laugh.

“he’s from mexico, he told me it was a common thing there? i dunno. i’ve known him since i joined the protocol.” you said, smiling at him. “it’s nothing, but if you don’t like it i’ll tell him next time. i highly doubt there’s gonna be any hard feelings about it on his end. is that alright?”

he nodded, sending you a soft smile. his face had relaxed significantly in the past few minutes. "thank you, amor."

SOVA ━━━

he rarely gets jealous,, he thinks

he has a hard time exactly placing the emotion, and it’s mostly shrouded in protectiveness more than anything

he loves you, he knows you love him, and there is not a doubt that trickles into his mind

…..for the most part, anyway

there is the occasional time when that warmth spreads in his chest and the overwhelming urge to take you under his wing spawns, only to realize you aren’t in any danger

so why does he feel the need to protect you?

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sova had never had any ill-will toward phoenix. the two of them weren't particularly close, but they had worked and lived together for long enough that they were closer than one might expect.

maybe thats why sova agreed to play games with he and a few others the other night. they played stupid ice-breaker games, despite mostly having known each other for years. a few embarrassing stories of his friends' youth were shared, including the time jett ate brownies without knowing weed was baked in, and the time raze got caught sneaking out in her teens.

at some point, sova was asked who he had feelings for. it was the late hours of the night, and you had long since passed out on the couch next to him. he'll never figure out how you slept through the laughing and talking, but you did. without saying a word, sova had smiled softly and nodded over to you.

there were a few gasps, and then there was the laughing and cheering of a few others. phoenix held out his hand, to which jett passed him twenty bucks with a disgrunted face. evidently, they had had a bet about his feelings.

little did he know that telling them--phoenix, in particular--about his feelings toward you would go on to be one of the worst decisions he could have made.

ever since that night, phoenix had made it his goal to flirt with you as much as he possibly could when sova was around. he would send the russian a wink and a smile after every interaction with you, driving the stake deeper. though you thought he was just being friendly and joking around, the interactions never failed to spark a sick feeling in his gut.

and currently, he was almost at his limit.

he was normally fairly calm, but his patience with phoenix had been run thin over the past few weeks and the interaction between you two was getting a little too close for his comfort. not that he had some sort of claim over you; you weren't dating, so why did he have this feeling?

"could you hand me my water?" you asked from your spot on the couch. you gestured to the bottle of water placed in front of phoenix, who was sitting beside you.

he watched as phoenix took your hand and brought it gently up to his lips, planting a kiss on your knuckles. "anything for you, my love." his voice was dripping with sultry as he spoke.

in a few quick steps, sova got up and grabbed the bottle before phoenix could. he stepped around the coffee table and handed you the bottle, sending a glare over to phoenix when he stepped away. the other man raised his hands in mock defense and leaned back into the couch. with a sly smile, he positioned his arm around the back of the couch and pulled you into his side. you laughed, but didn't push away.

"ok, fine." sova finally spoke. he had been glaring daggers at you and phoenix for the better part of two hours, and you couldn't figure out why. "what the hell is it for, phoenix? why are you doing this?"

you leaned up from where you were leaned against the man in question. "doing what?"

phoenix smiled impossibly wider and leaned forward. "yeah, doing what?"

sova grumbled. he huffed and took a moment to collect himself. "leave, y/n." he looked at you and his eyes softened. "please."

despite the look he sent you, you weren't leaving. you crossed your arms in defiance and glared. phoenix's hand came up to rub your back.

"that!" sova finally spoke again. this wasn't how he wanted to confess to you, but so be it. "i told you weeks ago that i had feelings for y/n and you have since made it your life's mission to flirt with them. you don't have the same feelings for them, so why? what do you gain?"

phoenix, painfully calmly, got up and walked to the other side of the room. "for one, you finally confessed. don't have to deal with your 'longing gazes' anymore. secondly, jett now owes me twenty more bucks."

OMEN ━━━

omen would like to pride himself in the fact that he was rarely jealous.

insecure? sure. a little self-depreciating? of course.

but jealous just wasn’t him. as much as he was dissatisfied with himself, he had full trust in you.

however, that didn’t stop the rare inkling of a feeling that you truly would be better off with someone else, especially when they flirt, and even more so when you don’t notice

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one more time. that was all it was going to take.

just one more time for that guy to slide his hand up your arm, one more stupid joke to roll off of his tongue, one more laugh from you. omen knew he didn't exactly initiate physical touch all that often, but that doesn't mean he dislikes it. he would kill right now to have that be him, for you to be so close to him, for you to be laughing at his every word like you were laughing at that guy's.

he had told you that he would come with you to grab some supplies. a kingdom worker had been at the facility at the time, however, and the two of you seemed to be getting along perfectly well. to hell with the company you had asked from omen, he supposes.

and of course there it was again, his arm coming up to rest gently on your back as he guided you down another hallway. omen was a few steps behind the two of you, not that either one of you seemed to be paying him any mind.

fine. he could go back to his room.

his disappeared into a cloud of smoke, materializing again in the darkness of his own room. the events of the last thirty or so minutes replayed in his mind, a taunting loop of your smile as you looked at the man responsible for it. its not that he hated seeing you smile -- he loved it. but it was a different thing entirely when you smiled so big because of a man he could never be. maybe in another life, but not now.

the thoughts swirled in his head for what felt like hours. it was likely barely half an hour in reality, being that it took fifteen minutes alone to get up to his room from where the two of you had been before and likely another few to finish your work.

finally, a knock on the door of his room regained his attention.

"come in." he spoke, not looking away from the ceiling tile he'd been fixed on.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" you asked, clearly angry.

the phantom sat up, looking over to you incredulously. "what?"

"why the hell would you leave?"

"wasn't interested in watching him flirt with you." he was curt, as always.

"oh, yeah," you said dramatically. you were walking over to him now, standing in front of him. "because i was enjoying it so much. loved it even more when my boyfriend got tired and left me alone with him."

oh. that makes more sense than you blatantly hitting on him in front of your own boyfriend.

"really? sure seemed to find him so funny."

"because what am i supposed to do? tell him that he's not funny and to shut up?"

"you could have told him not to touch you."

"i did! and you didn't see me brushing his hand away and walking faster so he wouldn't rest his hand on my back? or were you too busy wallowing?"

the reality of this set in on him suddenly. he really had been too caught up in his own mind to realize what was happening. he had left you in an uncomfortable situation all because he was too stubborn to listen to what was actually happening.

"i'm sorry." he finally spoke.

"its okay," you sighed, and crawled your way into his bed. "i'll file a report or something later. we deserve a nap."

[l0serloki]

Baking Competition

Asking the Agents to bake for you!

(Chamber, Yoru, Omen, Cypher)

masterlist + part 2 w/ the women

Chamber :

Chamber is a bit confused when you ask him to bake for you. 

“I can go buy you something-“ “No!”

He’s taken aback but he smiles as you tell him it has to be from him. 

He will make you some sweets from his childhood. Caramel eclairs and a few chocolate ones.

They’re practically perfect. He had got it down to a science. Even the cream is fulfilling. He’s one of the very few to get a 10/10 and he knows it.

Yoru :

He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence as you ask for baked goods. It’s just an automatic no.

“Yoru please-“ “How much?”

After you promise him some kind of payment he will whip up something. Probably something simple like a box cake.

It’s not anything special. It’s just a simple and kind of dry chocolate cake. He would get a 5/10.

Omen :

If you ask Omen for anything he will get to it immediately. You want something baked? He’s on it.

He wears a cat apron while he makes you blueberry muffins. 

He even adds cat ears to some and octopuses to the others. 

They’re well done and he’s so happy to see you like them. He is also another who gets a 10/10. He’s a natural.

Cypher :

He’s intrigued about your little idea. 

He hasn’t baked since he was back home and he wanted to let you try something he’s used to.

I see him making small coffee cakes with some tea. 

Cypher doesn’t exactly follow a recipe so they’re not all the same. They’re made with love though! He gets a solid 7/10.

[f0ofishies]

Omen, Gekko, Chamber

how'd they'd text you + impressions

what Omen thinks of you? He thinks you're the stark of contrast of his existence, and yet you both could spend hours talking. But that doesn't mean you guys are close. You're such an oddball, disturbing him all the time even when you're both away from missions. He'll always be cold, try melting his heart. (Does Omen even have one?)

"No— I won't teach you how to knit.. Don't show that to each agent!"

Gekko

What Gekko thinks of you? Being one of the newer agents together, he thinks you'll get along with him. You both are closer in age, being mostly the younger agents. He's bonded with you in one mission before, he'll always brighten your days up. Though you don't talk all the time, it's always nice to chat with you.. he won't tell why would he?

"Look at wingman, I think he's really warming up to you. Huh? No way! He likes me more of course..!"

Chamber

What Chamber thinks of you? He thinks you're fun to tease with, being one of the newer agents after all. To think you wanted to learn French might've made him miss home... in the deep crevices of his heart. No, he would never tell you that or anything else personal. To him, it's all just flirts, maybe you could break that player ideology in him.

"My, to think you'd be this tipsy already? Non, drink more, I've got the bill."

[cosmichoneibeee]

Hi ^^

Could I request some headcanons with Omen, Yoru, Cypher [separate] that comfort crying reader?

Thanks <3

Omen, Yoru, Cypher comforting a crying reader

Warnings: short mentions of injuries and violence | Reader is GN

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❝Omen:

At first you didn't even know he was there, in the shadows, watching you cry

It was when you felt a heavy blanket being gently placed around your shoulders that you realized you weren't alone.

He doesn't say much, but you know he's worried. The way his form shakes more than usual, he is very worried about you

Omen won't pressure you to tell what happened, but he would be happy to know.

If someone said something mean to you, he'll pretend he forgot for a while and one day, that person just disappears without leaving any trace of what happened.

If you accidentally hurt yourself, he will constantly remind you to pay more attention after that.

For now, he'll stay by your side if you want company. Literally by your side or hugging you if you prefer.

His cat will also join the two of you as well, just enjoying each other's presence.

He won't force you to be happy and go around doing things like nothing happened, sometimes people just want to be quiet and reflect a bit; but if you want to go somewhere, like go shopping, he'll make the effort to accompany you

It's a little funny to see this faceless figure, almost 2 meters tall, following you around the stores in a mall like a puppy, people are horrified

When you finally smiles again, you can hear a gentle "Hmmm.."

❝Yoru:

When he walked into the room and saw you crying, he froze

Fuck

What happened? You better tell him

He just doesn't know what to do to help you feel better.

Don't get me wrong, he cares about your feelings and loves you so much, but it's hard to translate that into words and actions.

Awkward pats on your head and rubbing his hands on your back, hoping it will comfort you in some way.

If someone said something mean to you..they’re going to regret that very badly later. Yoru it’s going to take care of that

If you hurt yourself, like bumping into the furniture or cutting your finger, please, be more careful, he gets worried

If you’re stressed about life n stuff, he can’t do a lot, but he will be there for you.

He might not be the best expressing his love and admiration, but he's amazing at listening, paying attention to every detail you talk about, and more often than not, being a strong pillar to help you stay confident

“Don't listen to that バカ*, you are amazing just the way you are.”

That’s the best you can get of him verbally, but he’s so sweet though

He takes you for a ride on his motorcycle all over the city. This helps him clear his mind when he's stressed, it should help you too.

He will not give up until your mood is better

*バカ - idiot

❝Cypher:

“Oh no, sweetheart! What happened?”

So sweet and soft with you

He is by your side in a second, already drying your tears with a tissue

Cypher loves you, that's why he subtly convinces you to tell him what happened, without lies or excuses.

If someone said something that made you sad. Oh..they're going to have ALL their information leaked for everyone to see and use.

If you end up accidentally hurting yourself, he'll give you a pretty big lecture about how you should take care of yourself and pay more attention to the things around you.

Anyway, his whole schedule is off for the rest of the day just to be with you.

Will make two cups of his most expensive tea just for you to share

Want to watch a movie? Say the name, in a few minutes he will have a copy on his computer.

Want to go online shopping? How convenient! The stores you love are suddenly on sale.

If you just want to be close without doing too much, yeah, he can do that too, anything that makes you happy.

Amir is an experienced man, he has been through a lot in his life, if you need any advice, about anything, he will try to help you as best he can.

when I said a lot, it's a lot. He's been through some pretty dark times in his life, he'll do everything he can to not see you the same way he did

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@ Do not copy any of my works, translate and/or post it on others websites.

[kittenfrostt]

Hi! can you do sfw alphabet for omen? please and thanks!

warnings ;; none!

divider by @/benkeibear

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s very reserved at first when it comes to affection. He’s not used to it, so don’t be surprised when you show him affection and he’s a lil lost. It takes him a while to warm up but once he does, he’s definitely a big fan of cuddling. Even holding hands means a lot to him, so it’ll have to be a warm up to anything else. Once he;s comfortable, he loves hugs. He adores you warmth, but it’ll mostly be behind closed doors. He’s not the biggest fan of PDA. 

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B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’d probably be a great best friend. He’s quiet, but will do his best to give you advice when you need it. He might not talk much, but he will make sure you know that he’s there for you. Especially if you’re in trouble, he won’t hesitate to be by your side. It would probably start with you approaching him first. He’s pretty much friends with most the other agents, but when you start coming to him more often, he’ll open up to you  a lot more. He’s definitely the type to have a comfort person. 

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C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Once he’s comfortable, absolutely. He enjoys late night cuddles, and he likes being the big spoon. He likes that position because he feels like he can protect you if you’re safe in his arms. Even if you want to sit on his lap, he’ll wrap his arms around you and just hold you close. 

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D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He can definitely be a house husband, he enjoys doing chores and cleaning. Anything to keep his mind occupied from things going on in his head. Hell, this man likes knitting as a hobby. He’s definitely learned to cook in his free time– I see cook books stacked on his shelves. 

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E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he had to, or if circumstances resulted in such a thing, he’d be as gentle and straight forward as possible. He'd let you know that even if you two are broken up, he will still always be there. It isn’t easy to get this man to feel love, so once he did with you, it would drain him to have to let you go, even if it’s what's best. 

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F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It would take some convincing, and he’d have to know you’re the right person for him. He has a lot of baggage with him, and he’s not the easiest person to understand. If he believes he truly loves you, and he’s opened up to you, he wouldn’t mind the commitment, especially if it was something that made you feel more comfortable. It definitely wouldn’t be quick by any means, it would take time. 

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G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s both physically and emotionally gentle. He knows what its like to be handled and picked apart painfully, and he’d never want that for you. He’d treat you like a delicate fine china in his grasp. 

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H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs, he thinks they’re adorable. Behind closed doors he ends up doing it more often than he wants to. He’s just obsessed with you, and always wants to show his affection since he’s not the best practiced at it. His hugs are long and gentle, he can keep his arms around you forever.  

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I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Has no idea what the word ‘love’ even consists of, so it won’t be fast by any means. You’d have to open him up to it, teach him what it means to love and be loved. He knows its a word that holds a lot of meaning, so he’ll definitely have to warm up to it. \

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J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not exactly the jealous type. He doesn’t understand the feeling too well, but the more he falls for you, the more he becomes protective over you so it becomes more of a protective thing. If he does ever get ‘jealous’, he’ll keep it to himself. He’d never admit to it, and he’d just keep quiet until the feeling goes away, while also keeping a watchful eye on you. 

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K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

When you first kiss him, he’s caught off guard. His armor was only there to help keep his physical body in normal shape. You never see his face, so he won;t ever be able to fully kiss you back. He’ll nuzzle the side of your face or your neck, showing his affection in other ways. 

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L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s probably terrified of them at first, but maybe not as terrified as they are of him. He’d need to get used to being around kids, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be cautious and gentle. They’re just so small, so harmless. He’ll feel the need to protect them. 

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M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s not a huge lazy morning type of person, considering I don’t think he sleeps too well. He’ll probably just end up making you breakfast, letting you get the rest you deserve. 

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N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Full of long talks and affectionate cuddles, easily. At night is his favorite time to spend with you, when you two can truly be alone together without interruption. It’s where he feels most comfortable. 

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O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Not an open person in the slightest. Like said earlier, it takes a lot for him to open up. It’ll come out small bits at a time, if he chooses to share. He doesn’t know much about his past himself, still searching for any sort of clues to help him understand. The things he does know, he will share with you when he feels comfortable. Maybe he even believes you can help him discover things he hadn’t been able to yet. 

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P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Very high level patience, he doesn’t get angry or lash out easily at all. 

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Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would make it a point to memorize each little thing you tell him in detail. He feels upset he can’t remember a lot of the things he used to like or do from his past, so he wants to do right by you. He’s a great listener, and he wouldn’t judge you no matter what you tell him. He adores everything about you, so it's no surprise he remembers. 

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R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When he finally opens up to you, and you guys share a moment that makes a mark in your relationship. He’ll never forget how comfortable you made him, how loved you made him feel. It meant the world to him that you were willing to listen and understand. 

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S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. He’s already protective of his fellow agents, and it’s only doubled when it comes to you. He would scare away any threats that dare try and intimidate you. He has no problem killing for you if he has to. He doesn’t need the physical protection from you, but he does like the comfort to know that you’re just as committed as he is. That you’ll help protect his mind from all the dark things that threaten to invade it.

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T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

You’d need to detail him on what these things mean. But once he learns, he’s dedicated to making you smile. He likes crafting, so expect small gifts showing up in your room randomly with a little note. He wants to make it special each time for you, show you he cares since he’s not great at affection. 

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U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He gets distant often, he’ll space himself away from you or anyone else for a small period of time. He’s not good at telling people when he;s struggling, so he opts to push them away and deal with it by himself. 

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V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very insecure about himself. He thinks of himself as a monster, and he’s physically unappealing to everyone. He doesn’t talk about his looks much, and frankly tries to avoid it if he can. He always thinks he’s going to scare you, especially if he takes his hood off. 

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W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Depending on how serious you guys get, it would kill him to lose you. It takes a very special person to have a place in his heart, and without you he’d feel like he’d be swallowed back in the same darkness he was in. 

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X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

His slender fingers worked with the needle and thread, knitting the cloth teddy bear with precise movements. He smiled to himself, thinking just how happy you’d get when he gave this to you. He’d been working on it for hours, tucked away in his own little space to focus on every little detail of the plushie. He made it out of your favorite color, one of those pieces of information he made sure to cling onto. It was the little things he liked to remember. After about another 30 minutes or so, he held the small bear up to view it, eyeing it with adoration. It was then he heard a knock at the door, and he scrambled out of his seat. He tucked the teddy behind his back, making his way over to the door. He opened it, happy to see your pretty face right behind the wood. “Hey– everything alright? I haven't seen you much today,” Your voice came out concerned, a small smile on your features as you looked up to him. He nodded, opening the door further for you to come in. “I was … I actually made something for you,” He deep voice rang out, gentle and full of excitement. You turned to face him with a curious look, tilting your head to the side. “What is it?” You asked, that smile plaguing your features. He revealed what he had been hiding behind his back,  handing out the bear towards you. “I figured you'd like it,” His voice came out, slightly softer this time, as if he were scared you’d hate it. You gasped, and clutched the bear. “Omen!! It’s so adorable, you didn’t have to do this,” You said with a soft giggle, looking up at your partner with a bright smile. “I love it, thank you,” You said kindly, pulling him into a gentle hug. He felt butterflies in his stomach as you did, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms back around you in a warm embrace. Oh how he adored moments like these. 

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Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like PDA, or super crowded places. He also doesn’t like to be forced to open up, or people who move too fast for his liking when it comes to a relationship. He also doesn’t like putting out any of his relationship business into the public. 

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Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Him hardly sleeping is his main sleep habit. He tends to forget to rest, thinking he doesn’t need it. 

[unhingemyheart]

Prime Video: So, Good Omens Season 2 

Neil Gaiman: Yes

Prime Video: What‘s the Story? 

Neil Gaiman: No story, just vibes.

Prime Video: Neil, we need a little more to work with. 

Neil Gaiman: Okay, do you remember Sister Theresa Garrulous and Sister Loquacious from Season 1?

Prime Video: Yes?

Neil Gaiman: They‘re in a coffee shop AU.

Prime Video: Aaaand?

Neil Gaiman: And they need to fall in love. 

Prime Video: But Neil what about Crowley and Aziraphale?

Neil Gaiman: Oh, don‘t worry. They‘re already in love. 

[ato-dato]

Piss off!!! Thanks!!!!!!!!!! :)))))

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[yourangle-yuordevil]

Good Doggos...omens? ❤️

[diavalkitty]

(I tried experimenting with lineart here)

[no-paperwork]

6.000 years later he is still amazed at the things his angel does

[sovasleepy]

touch me

[omen x gn!reader] - you were surprised when omen, a phantom of a man, wanted to date you. you were more surprised when he wanted you to touch him. even more so when he wanted you to kiss him.

notes - i love him so bad. anyway, it’s implied that omen got horny and is also very very touch deprived, but that’s all

omen had a weird way of courting you. in his attempts at flirting he was his usual solitude, short-spoken self. he would leave flowers and gifts either in complete silence or with few words of you were lucky. compliments were sincere, but short.

you hadn’t even realized he was complimenting you the first time he did so. he had been watching you, and when you tilted your head in confusion he gave you a simple “stunning” in his usual gravelly voice. after that, he had disappeared in a wisp of black smoke and disappeared for the next several hours.

however, as you finally talked through things and understood each other’s feelings, there was the blatant issue of his form. you didn’t mind it, not really. it was… odd at first. but you got used to it.

until one day, his familiar black form materialized next to you.

“why don’t you touch me?”

it was one question, but it froze you in place. what kind of question was that? he was the one that hated to be touched, so why was he asking you that?

“well,” you finally found your voice to respond. “you don’t like people touching you. it’s not that i don’t want to, but it’s not something that i have to have to be with you. i’m not going to force you, y’know? and we haven’t exactly… done anything, so i haven’t had the real need to.”

“you aren’t everyone.” he answered simply. a few beats passed. “and i would like to.”

“you want me to touch you?”

he was quiet for another few moments. “yes. and… kiss.”

you smiled at him. “baby steps first.”

he seemed to nod, then took a small step towards you as if to give you permission. you took one last look up to his face, then to his arm. the fabric encircling it was cold to the touch, but solid nonetheless. you ran you hand up and down the cloth, wondering if he could feel it.

you got your answer in the low groan that escaped him.

at first, the noise had scared you off of him. afraid that somehow you had hurt him, you retracted your hand from him and looked at him for any sign of anger or pain.

instead, omen latched onto you. his arms came to encircle you and his head tucked into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. his shadows swirled wildly around him, before settling in more calmly than they usually were. he felt cold in a weird way you couldn’t describe, but it was nice.

you noticed the rumbling hidden in omen’s throat wasn’t a noise of pain or discomfort, and instead something akin to a purr.

your arms came up to his shoulders. you pulled him back slightly, and for a moment he seemed to falter. but your eyes slipped closed and your lips found his.

the purr drifted into something like a groan as omen pulled you closer. his lips were cold, too, down to the way his tongue licked at your lip. the kiss deepened, and omen silently requested access. you obeyed. his tongue found entry as his shadows swirled into tiny, painless pinpricks across your face. his tongue lapped at you, which made a low whine escape from the phantom.

he pulled back slightly, lightly biting your lower lip as he went. he hid his face in your shoulder.

“we… should stop.” he finally said. “thank you.”

[galaxyspeaking]

I would love you with our heads down

[fiercebb]

How are we all feeling about Aziraphale’s last “I forgive you”? Does it mean I forgive you for kissing me to try to get me to stay, I forgive you for choosing this moment to reveal your feelings, I forgive you for not coming with me, I forgive you for kissing me period??? What?

I keep going back and forth on it and I NEED to hear what everyone else is thinking. Lay it on me, I’m open to new interpretations because everything hurts and I’m dying.

[froggibus]

Reminiscence - Omen

Genre: hurt/comfort + fluff

Pairing: Omen x gn! reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: after Omen returns from Indonesia, you find yourself questioning the nature of your relationship in light of his returning memories

CW: spoilers/allusions to Reckoning!! hurt/comfort, FWB type relationship, mentions of violence? talks of Omen's past, lots of reassurance

ive been playing valorant again and ive been do downbad for Omen its not even funny. this man lives in my head rent free 24/7 365...anyway val simps i noticed you're content starved and i am here to provide

Your nail cracks when you sink your teeth into your fingertip too hard. You rip your hand away from your mouth, shaking it around in the cold air to soothe the throbbing nail bed as you continue to pace around HQ. Your fingers are replaced by your bottom lip, your teeth desperate to sink into something, anything, to keep you grounded while you wait for the men to return.

It’s a near 10 hour flight from Indonesia back to HQ, and while Brimstone had told you to get some rest, you couldn’t fathom it. An overwhelming feeling that something was wrong had been hanging over your head the entire evening, and no matter what you did, you couldn’t shake it. 

Omen is anxious the entire flight back from Jakarta. His heart hammers against his ribcage and the flood of blurry memories is endless. All he can think of is how he’s going to confront Viper, what answers he’s going to beg her for. 

When they land back at HQ, it’s the middle of the night. Even after Sova, Iso and Cypher exit the dropship, Omen remains in his seat. Exhaustion radiates through him, shockwaves of pain from the machine he’d been forced in earlier still roll over his body.

You start to worry when only three men return from the hangar. Cypher and Iso are in good spirits, but there’s a sour look clouding Sova’s face. While the others return to their respective rooms, Sasha flops on the couch in front of you, his presence managing to stop your incessant pacing.

He waits until everyone is out of earshot before speaking. “Something happened,” he keeps his voice low, “with Omen.”

“Is he okay?”

“We had a close call, he’s still in one piece.” The archer sighs, “he didn’t speak to us about it, but his memories…he remembers something.”

You flinch. It was selfish, but you’d always feared the day Omen’s memory would return. Dreaded it, even. The man was never clear on the nature of your relationship, never clear on what he felt for you. You’d grant each other comfort when it was needed, and on some nights, much more than that. There was never a definition there, though, never any certainty.

Your feelings for him only grew with time but Omen remained as stoic as always. His lack of commitment left you painfully awaiting the day his memories would come back, when he’d remember he had a wife and kids, or some pretty supermodel girlfriend you could never compete with. You wanted to, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t pull away.

Sova rises to his feet, squeezing your shoulder in reassurance. “You should rest.” 

You swallow and nod, waving him off as he retracts into the dark halls. You don’t rest, though. You plant yourself on the couch and continue to wait, your thoughts running laps around your mind. It’s nearly four in the morning before you hear the hangar door open and soft footsteps approach from down the hall.

You clench your hands tightly, nails digging into your palm. You’re not ready for this, you’ll never be ready for this. A part of you is tempted to retreat to your room, but then Omen is rounding the corner and you know it’s too late.

“Y/n?” He looks surprised to see you, “what are you doing awake?”

You force yourself to your feet, walking around the couch to face him. “I was waiting for you,” you say quietly.

Omen isn’t quite sure what to say to that—he’s never sure what to say to you. The love he feels for you is always outweighed by his fear of the past, the fear of himself, and he always finds himself retreating from his feelings.

“It’s late.”

Your heart drops to your stomach. It’s only two words, but it sounds an awful lot like a dismissal. A silent plea for you to go away. It’s two words, but it practically confirms the thoughts that have taunted you all night.

You hang your head and start to drag your feet to your room. You’re tempted to argue and stay put and force him to tell you what happened tonight, but what good would that do? 

Omen watches you walk away with a heavy heart. All he craves right now is your comfort, but it’s not fair to you, or to him, or to Viper. Until he can make sense of the things he’s learned, he can’t fathom putting that on you.

—

You get an hour of restless sleep before you’re woken up by a shout followed by  a door slamming. You jump to your feet, body swaying as you fight the black spots from standing up too quickly. When you finally gather your bearings, you see Omen standing in the corner of your room, eyes locked on you.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, still on alert from the sudden awakening.

The wraith shakes his head, finding his way to your bed as naturally as he would his own. He lets himself fall to the mattress. He hasn’t slept since before Indonesia and his argument with Viper has only tired him out more. You look at him with those soft eyes that slow his racing heart, and Omen knows he’s so gone. 

There’s a bitter taste on your tongue from how well he fits into your bed—into your life—but you manage to bite it back. You sink back into your bed next to him, careful to draw your knees into your chest so that you don’t accidentally touch him.

Your feelings from just hours ago still cloud over you, settling over your heart like a thick fog. “Did something happen? I heard a door slam.”

“I spoke to Viper,” he says simply, stretching his arms to fold them behind his head.

“And?”

“I got answers.”

A sigh passes through your lips. Typical Omen, granting you only short answers and curt glimpses into his life. Your eyes begin to tear up, your nose stinging with the impending threat of your emotions. You tilt your head back, desperately trying to keep calm.

“Y/n?”

You clench your jaw, continuing to stare at the ceiling. If you dare open your mouth, you know the floodgates will open.

“Did I—is something wrong?” He ghosts a hand over your hip, not quite touching you but letting you know he’s there.

“I—” Your voice breaks as soon as you try to speak, the tears finally bubbling over and starting to run down your face. You give up on trying to hide it, finally turning to look at him.

“Oh,” he says quietly, finally bringing his hand to grab your waist, the other one wiping your tears and cupping your wet cheek. 

“Why don’t you ever share your life with me? I feel like—like you don’t even like me. And now you remember everything and you’re gonna leave and go back to your life and—”

Omen cuts you off with a dry laugh. The sound is enough to shock you out of your meltdown, your breathing turning even without you even realizing. You stare at him curiously. What about this is funny?

When he speaks, his voice carries all the kindness in the world. “Do you really think I’d leave just because I remember my past? Y/n…”

The sad nod you offer him breaks his heart.

“Y/n,” he brushes his thumb beneath your eye to catch another tear. “My past is a monstrosity, I was a monstrosity…I don’t want to go back to that, ever.”

“But—”

“Ever.” He affirms.

You stare at him, admiring the delicacy he paints your skin with. You’ve shared soft moments with him before, but this is something entirely new, entirely different.

“You’re not a monstrosity,” you whisper. “You’re not your past.”

He leans against your shoulder, admiration clear in the gesture. It was only a day ago that he was placing a furious phone call to Brimstone on the jet home, uttering the same words you just spoke. Somehow, hearing it from you is more convincing than hearing it from himself.

It’s silent for only a moment before he says: “Getting back to what you said earlier.” 

“What?”

You hardly even remember what you said to him in the midst of your meltdown, the words now sounding foreign in your ears. 

“You think I don’t like you?”

“No, it’s not—you don’t need to…” you trail off awkwardly.

He pulls away from your shoulder and adjusts his grip on your face to force you to stare at him. “You said you feel like I don’t like you.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Y/n.”

His tone is serious and forces you to pause before you speak again. He still holds your jaw in his hand, keeping your gaze level with his. His fingertips are like fire against your skin.

“I’m only going to say this once.” He keeps that same serious tone. “The things I feel for you, they cannot be described with fondness, or admiration, or ‘like’. I don’t—I can’t” he corrects, “put it into words. But y/n, just know, it would take ripping me apart and scattering my atoms across time to get me to leave you.”

You melt. The former rigidness to your muscles, the proud set of your jaw—it all melts away. The butterflies in your stomach burst into your chest and leave you speechless. 

Omen presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “Are we clear?”

You nod.

“Good.”

Omen falls back onto your mattress, grabbing your hips to tug you down with him. You settle in against the side of his chest, your head nuzzled into the crook of his arm. Your body practically gives away heat, acting as his own personal radiator.

He sighs contentedly, the sleep he’s been delaying coming easily with you by his side.

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[certifiablyinsanez]

The Good Omens fandom on tumblr is so special to me because one post will essentially be a poetic, philosophical analysis of a 5-second shot and the very next post would read as “do you think Aziraphale would say grace before giving Crowley head?”