#valorant drabbles

[art-missy]

Valorant Masterlist

Gekko

Overhelmed : part 1. part 2. part 3.

Quality Time

Drabbles : Timeless, embrace, artifact, stretching

Iso

Drabbles : cat like, shooting lessons, racing heart, damn

Iso + Gekko

Greed

Yoru

Drabbles : caring, not alone, arrogant, grumpy, love ?, fool

Sage

Drabble : idea

Fade

Drabbles : henna, bold, cocoon, sleepwalking

Sova

Drabbles : camera, knives and arrows, glimpse of skin

Cypher

Drabble : enigma

Jett

Drabbles : oblivious, bet

Omen

Drabbles : warmth, rest and stability

Neon

Drabbles : race, ice, board game

Neon + Gekko

Drabble : sandwiched

Reyna

Drabbles : sharing, knight

Skye

Drabbles : avoidance, chick

Deadlock

Drabbles : novel, odd warmth

Viper

Drabbles : witch, overworked

Astra

Drabble : braids

Clove

Drabbles : fanfic, shared immortality

Vyse

Drabbles : brambles, cosplay

Harbor

Drabbles : personal space + part 2

Breach

Drabble : braids and stickers

Brimstone

Drabble : forced rest

Chamber

Drabble : money

[fleurissimoo]

Judging each other (#CypherArtWeek2022 Day 6)

Cypher and Chamber.

Despite them being a fellow co-worker in the same division a.k.a the sentinels of the VALORANT Protocol, both of them couldn't be said to have a good relationship. Cypher was very skeptical towardsthe Frenchman. Chamber 'clean record' looked really fake in his eyes even though Chamber did contribute to the team by recommending Neon to Brimstone, working on the ALPHA-OMEGA teleporter, and being part of the strike team in Istanbul. Cypher still could sense that Chamber was hiding something from the VALORANT Protocol and it might cause trouble in the future for them.

Honestly speaking, Cypher couldn't help but silently judging Chamber while digging information about the said man, even when Chamber arrived at the protocol. Expensive fancy suit and customized weapon just screamed rich at Cypher, making him thinking that Chamber was a spoiled brat. The man worked as a marksman to a weapon designer in Kingdom Defense, moving from one place to another and seemingly fine in doing his work. Not weird for some people but this makes him think that Chamber was incompetent and had another motive, especially when it was Chamber himself who offer to join the VALORANT Protocol. As far as Cypher knew, only Viper and Killjoy willingly join the team where the rest were 'invited'. Both Viper and Killjoy were not suspicious as they were related to Brimstone, the leader and founder of the VALORANT Protocol.

But Chamber, everything about this man was suspicious and he was sure on his intuition that something was off about the man.

Chamber, on the other hand, also noticed the Moroccan 'off' behavior when meeting him at the headquarters. As someone who had worked with different kind of people, Chamber knew that Cypher was someone that he needed to be careful of.

Cypher was mysterious, always hiding every inch of his skin from other agents, even their own leader. This led him to believe that Cypher also had another intention when joining the team. Small private working space and thinking that certain brand of tea were expensive made Chamber thought that Cypher came from a poor family.

Those were just small examples of them constantly judging each other in silence, of course without never knowing the real truth.

One day, the truth shall rise and proof whether their judgements are true or not.

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨ END ୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

[2kiran]

MULTI YANDERE 香菸 ── `` amab reader. suggestive.

sparring with SLASHER!YANDERE . . . he's personally training you in case you need to defend yourself when he somehow can't be there. his foot sweeps your ankles, ending with you on your back and with him in your lap.

his hand secures your wrists, panting through his mask. "fuck..." you grunt from the impact of the fall, but he's more 'worried' about something else. "(name)..." he laughs, "are you hard?" he subtly rocks his hips. "wha– no. it's just–" he grounds himself down on you. "just what? don't tell me fighting's got you all excited."

you shake your head, face warming. "t'awww, it's okay, baby. you can tell me. you like this, don't you?" he grinds against you again, grinning. his tone was teasing, almost like he was scolding you for it. "'s okay. 'm not mad, sweet thing. let me help you, yeah?"

masterlist

[f6bron]

chamber taking care of u while you’re on your period… auurgghh im in so much pain T_T

He woke up to the sounds of you stirring and shifting in the bed, worried with the way you’re groaning as if you’re in so much pain.

“Hey, hey... shh… are you okay, sweetheart?”

Chamber asked softly, his voice still groggy as he rolled over to face you. His hands gently caressing your cheeks to provide a bit of comfort.

You shook your head, “No… it hurts…” you said, while clutching your tummy.

Ah, it’s that time of the month. He couldn’t help but slightly cursed himself for not being more attentive and mindful of your cycle…

“Oh, darling… I’ll get some painkillers and a hot compress to ease your cramps, okay? I’ll be back.”

He would prepare you a hot bath, and cook you breakfast for you to enjoy in bed.

“Does bacon and eggs sound good to you, baby?”

You shook your head, clearly not interested on having anything heavy.

“Want egg soup…”

A soft chuckle escaped him as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Alright, alright. I’ll add some veggies like the usual, hm?”

“And dumplings…” “Of course, chérie.”

If he got some work to do during that day, he would bring you to his office. He gotta make sure you’re under his watchful eyes at all times, you know?

And of course, he’s carrying you there himself. Yes, there’s no way he’s letting you walk in pain. His poor baby :(

You tend to get suuuuper clingy when you’re on your period. You would cling to him while sitting on his lap, not giving a damn that he’s busy working on his new weapon project.

“My sweet darling,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I think you’d be more comfortable resting on the couch.”

“No… I need Vincent with me.” you replied, your words firm as they were soft.

Unfortunately, Chamber knew better than to argue. Whatever his princess desired, Y/N would get. So, he let you stay, napping on his lap, wrapped in a blanket that smelled just like him, while he continued working.

Your presence was a comfort to him as much as his was to you.

[angelismmm]

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

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

[offbranddrpepsi]

Don't ever think (Sova edition)

Heavy Angst, you've been warned

Don't ever think about just how lonely Sova had to have been for a chunk of his life. Living remotely in a small area raised exclusively by his grandmother. Moving on to become a special operative that did certainly have to get used to his teammates dying and working alone more often than not. Hours if not days spent in total isolation in the freezing cold he knows too well hunting a target he isn't even sure exists. Earning his honors and respect from his peers but also carrying around a deep feeling of loneliness even when he's surrounded by people. Still remaining warm and chipper to help ease the tension of fresh blood, a thin mask on top of an ever growing strain on his relationship with others. Moving from station to station, business and personal life blurring together to the point its not clear where one ends and the other begins. He joins Valorant and is expecting the same he has always known, but yet it isn't. The once blurred line starts to become more clear though its random. One moment he is relaxing and filling the every consuming void that is his loneliness and then the next its back to the soldier that seemingly never left that tundra. Behind closed doors, only ever slipping up when reporting to Brimstone, he's scolding himself for not being as battle ready as he used to be. Sova starts wandering when he got rusty, when he skills stopped being as sharp as they once were. He starts thinking he has let himself get to comfortable and is getting out of shape mentally as well as physically. He overworks himself to the point of exhaustion and beyond it, the other senior agents are getting onto him as much as others for putting to much weight onto his shoulders.

He doesn't get it, it never really clicks as he is forced to take a much protested vacation. As time passes it becomes easier to be social, to act as a friend to those who call him one and to even let himself be a bit less of a soldier. But that loneliness still festers every so often, threatening him in his most darkest hours, ready to take hold the moment he loses everything.

[lactosa2]

Hellooow! ive been thinking of Omen (as always) so i wanted to do something for him (again) whit the only excuse that this time is gonna be about "Human Omen", and i mean before of his transformation to a Radiant. :3

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DIFERENT PERSON, SAME OLD LOVE

It was late, not enough to sleep nor early enough to have dinner or do something specific. A period of time where not even music, series, movies, or other distractions can fulfill their purpose.

Have your attention.

9:28 PM

The sun had already escaped and the darkness had already taken its own rise in the sky, the only thing left to do was stay static and continue moving your hand up and down your loved one's hair, trying to release that stress.

"still" He whispered against your collarbone as he lay on top of you, his arms around you with his eyes closed, shamelessly seeking and demanding the love that, according to him, he rightfully deserved.

"I have to pee.." you complained with a heavy voice, at this point you felt like you wanted to just sleep or sleep, there was no middle ground. Too tired to pee, too much pee to sleep.

"And?" he whispered with what you thought was a smile, the corner of his mouth turned up a little, but his eyebrows were furrowed. "Move, or I'll piss on you" you said, your words with a tired and serious voice, maybe then he would take you seriously.

"How delicious… I hope it comes out warm" he whispered as he rubbed his cheek against your chest, demanding that you continue massaging his scalp.

You moved your legs in protest, in response, he whined and squeezed you harder so you grabbed a lock of his hair and pulled it gently. "Behave.." he claimed as he still didn't let you go.

"Move!" you said out loud, without yelling at him ugly, but claiming you, your bladder was full and his body was pressed against yours, not letting you move.

"Please? Just a little longer? I swear im gonna move later" he complained quietly, his only mission: to get love, specifically, yours.

You didn't remove him or push him, you just waited for him to wake up a little more from his dying state and move so that he would let you go, which he did within two minutes.

...

You washed your hands carefully and slowly, it wasn't that you had a profession in personal hygiene, you just wanted to sleep and maybe receive kisses. You looked in the mirror and washed your face quickly, you also arranged your hair and clothes, wanting your partner to see you as pretty as possible.

You sighed tiredly and walked out of the bathroom and turned off the light in the bathroom. When you entered the living room he was no longer dying and lying on the couch, he was sitting watching what movie he could put on. When you entered his field of vision he smiled and whistled, you laughed and looked at the floor with flattery and nervousness as you continued walking towards the sofa to sit down.

Once sitting on it, he wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pressed you against his, his hand on your hip which he caressed with his thumb. "What are we gonna see?" you asked as you let your head fall on his shoulder, "You decide" he said as he decided to unburden himself of the burden of choosing what to watch, raising the television control to hand it to you.

"Nope," you rejected the offer, he sighed and complained, "I chose yesterday," his eyebrows were almost becoming one. "Is that or a Adam Sandler movie" he growled as he took the control back and put on the first movie in the catalog.

"Do your best, at least," you laughed softly as he made you lie face up on the couch, "No one is going to see that," he laid his body on top of you, his nose caressing up and down your neck, sending tickles, "says who?" Your hands began to caress his hair, eliciting sighs of satisfaction from him, "Guess who," he responded quietly, making his rough, deep voice hoarser than usual, his tongue grazing your jaw as his hand went under your pants. , shamelessly playing with the edge of the underwear.

"You're not going to escape the conversation," you said seriously. since a long time that he have been being worry and needy, it wasn´t a good signal, he needed suport and it wasn´t for nothing.

Has been long ago since he started his current mission, as usually he was great on it, a new identity, a new person to lie about, a new objetive, but it wasnt the same at it was before. He didnt want to lie so he told you about his feelings and worries, his biggest fear was simple but at same it was hard to understand. He didnt wanted to mess it up, not now.

"Love... i need to think in other things" he whispered, his hands quiet and caressing ypu whit all the love yoy knows he feels, "I know but is not the right think to do", "So what?" he complain and his body freezes whit the stress he wanted to forget coming out again, "I have to waste my time on talking when tomorrow or every other day i can die??... i have to enjoy this" his eyes were closed, you didnt wanted to stress him more for venting, so, your hands touched his scalp soft and tender, trying to reasure him

"How you gonna enjoy this when all that is on your mind?" you asked softly, kissing his head, the question you made it wasnt made for make in doubt about his feeling or anything like that, you only wanted to understand.

"It gonna be always on my mind, always and... Love, i just need to be whit you...okay? just do the thing you do whit my hair and i swear i´ll come back to you" he whispered softly, and he was right, you cannot take all the problems again, but the only thing he asked for was love, attention and some peace.

"Tell me when you´re ready for talk... i only want to be the one for you" your nose caressed his hair, enjoying his essence. "My love, you are already the one for me.." he said whit a soft kiss on the side of your neck, making you giggle a little of satisfaction

"You put a Adam Sandler movie, you know right?" you asked whit a happy little giggle when you realized the movie he put on the TV. "Blame the capitalism"

[mansybotic]

Neon x Injured! Reader - Blame

The rhythmic sound of the heart monitor was the only sound that was audible in the room. Neon's eyes darted from the screen of the heart monitor, anxiously watching for any drastic change in your heart rate. Luckily, there was none.

Sighing, she looked back to you, seeing that you were still unconscious, but still breathing, with the condensation on the inside of your oxygen mask being a testimony of your still-working lungs.

Then she looked at her hands, and memories of the recent mission played through her head. The mission had gone awry, and it was her fault. There was a moment of anger, and then a moment of rage, and once everything had been said and done, shock and remorse were all she felt now.

She balled her hands, tears welling in her eyes as she grit her teeth together. She wanted to scream, to yell, to be angry at herself for hurting you, but her emotions all came to a stop when she heard a soft, near inaudible groan.

She looked up, and she saw your eyes open slightly. "Y/N?" She called out, suppressing her excitement and anxiety as you woke up, remembering Sage's advice to not be too loud when you finally rose from unconsciousness. You weakly turned to Neon, and Neon could see the corners of your lips curl up into a small smile.

"Neon," you greeted, holding an open palm out for Neon to take. Neon didn't take your hand, instead leaning in closer. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. "You took a big hit just now." Your brows furrowed for a moment as you struggled to recall what had happened during the mission. Then you realised how you ended up in your current condition.

"I'm fine." You said, seeing the look on Neon's face. The look not only showed her concern for your physical health, but her insecurity and remorse for your condition. However, your words and smile did nothing to quell her worries, however, and she bowed her head.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" You asked, straining slightly as you tried to sit up. Neon noticed your attempt, and hurriedly got you to a comfortable sitting position. Once you were comfortable and safe, she replied to your question.

"For what I did. I lost control, and now I got you in here." She said apologetically. "I should have stayed back, but I didn't. And you paid the price for my—"

"Stop talking."

Neon looked up at you in surprise. "What?" She asked, not believing her ears.

"Stop talking. If all you're going to do is blame yourself for what happened to me, then I don't want to hear it." You said, the tone of your voice turning from tender to stern, like Sage lecturing Phoenix, Jett, or Yoru. Or all three. "You couldn't have known about the Omega agents waiting on the other side."

Neon blinked a few times at you, wondering if the blood loss was getting to you. "But—"

"No." You sighed, knowing that what you were saying probably was not making any sense at the moment. But you just hated seeing Neon in distress. "Just... just don't blame yourself, okay? It was my fault for not being on guard."

Neon looked like she was about to argue some more, but you reached over and took her hand in yours, your strength slowly coming back to you. "I... know this sounds weird, but just hold me, will you?"

Neon was confused, but she leaned in, resting her head on your chest, and with that, the room fell silent again, with the both of you just enjoying each other's company and warmth.

As Neon let herself lay into you, an unfamiliar warmth blossomed in her chest and stomach. She didn't know what this feeling was, but she liked it.

It wasn't long before her feelings of self-doubt and guilt were washed away, replaced by the comfort and affection that you gave to her.

[sovasbussy]

come inside of my heart

A/N: just a super short drabble of sova bc my heart still yearns for him <3

The bed never felt emptier. Laying in it alone made you feel like the mattress could just swallow you up whole. You sighed as you turned once more, your eyes heavy with sleep. 

The alarm clock on the bed stand emanated a soft red glow across the room. 

'2.35 AM' 

"He's still not back?" You could only whine into your pillow with the absence of your loving boyfriend, Sova. The man was on a multi-day mission, scouting a new area where omega agents were spotted a couple days ago. 

You soon felt yourself drift off to sleep, mind floating off to a dream when you felt a pair of lips against your shoulder. 

"Sasha..?" You said groggily as you turned to face the taller. He gave you a soft smile, "I thought you were already asleep." 

"Couldn't sleep without you..." You mumbled, sitting up to embrace him in a sleepy hug. Your hands brushed up his ribs and pulled away when you felt him flinch. That instantly woke you up. Sova being hurt? You couldn't bear having him in pain. 

You tugged his shirt up but he held your hand down."It's nothing, love. I just have a bruise there." Sova tried to quell your worries. 

"A bruise won't make you wince like that, Sasha... Please?" You looked up at him with those irresistible puppy eyes. I mean, who could say no to such a face? He slowly moved his hands away from yours, eyes averted when you saw how bad of an injury he had.

 Sova had tried to bandage it himself but the blood was already seeping through it. You gently unraveled the bandage and winced at the sight of the long gash down his side.  Of course, being the only one deployed on this mission and with it being so late in the night, there was no way for him to get any healing from Sage nor Skye. Sova knew he could ask you for help but knowing how much your healing tired you out, he didn't want to put that stress onto you. 

"Nope. I'm healing it right now." And nothing would change your mind. You were always adamant with your decisions, never taking a no for an answer unless there was a better solution. So, naturally, Sova gave in. 

A light blue glow emitted from your hands, ghosting above the large gash. The skin slowly came together, closing up the wound and repairing the tissue underneath. 

He groaned once the pain went away, slowly relaxing into your arms. You chuckled at how his body engulfed yours in the hug, gently patting his back. 

"Better?" You asked, receiving a nod as an answer. You snuggled into the crook of Sova's neck, closing your eyes as the both of you simply held each other. The warmth that radiated from his body just made you feel so comforted, to finally have him by your side once more.

[peerlessscowl]

minimize the valor of your heroes. extinguish them altogether.

hero mastery; word count - 866

"...and Roland raised the great Blazing Blade high over his head -" Papa lifted his arms high, then plunged down into the pile of blankets, Raymond and Priscilla shrieking and dodging his grasping hands and reaching fingers, "and slew the mighty dragons!"

He caught them, as he always did, tickling the two children until all three gasped for breath and collapsed into a pile on the four poster bed.

Snuggling closer to his father's side, Raymond reached over, prodding gently a teasing finger into his sister's belly until she swatted him away, and he looked up, delighted, into his father's face, red from exertion. "Papa, can I one day be just like Roland? Can I one day slay dragons, too?"

It was dreadful boring, he thought, in Cornwell, where it often rained, and they were surrounded by trees but none of the excitement that seemed to thrive in the larger cities. Perhaps if he'd the chance, when he grew up, he'd set out on his own adventure, make his own name.

Papa was thoughtful for a moment. "There aren't dragons anymore, dear boy, didn't you hear the story?" He tickled his son's sides once more before settling back comfortably. "But Roland went onto be the first Marquess Ostia."

"But we're of his blood, aren't we, father?" Raymond insisted, his brow pinching with a gravity that made his father laugh. "I can be Marquess Ostia if I wanted to."

"No, dear boy – that role is already taken. But you'll be Marquess Cornwell after me – wouldn't that be lovely?" He tweaked Raymond's nose, and the boy swatted the hand away in irritation.

"I don't wanna be stuck in Cornwell all my life!" He declared, hopping up to his feet on the top of the bed, striking a pose that made his sister giggle. So encouraged, he swung his arms about in a facsimile of swordplay, clumsy in his seven-year-old body. "I wanna be a Little Hero, just like he was!"

"Little Hero!" Priscilla parroted, dropping back into the intense giggles that had wracked her body moments ago.

The giggles turned to shrieks, turned to screams, echoing off of the cavern walls as he felt the crunch of his bones, over, over, over and over and over -

Even now, though he knew he had been revived, healed by some primordial sorcery, if he reached up a hand to rub at his sternum, he could feel the gentle crackling of his lungs splitting underneath the shards of bone, his heart beating furiously in rebellion of the inevitable.

Every time he woke since returning, every waking gasp felt like the death rattle shaking in his ears, but it wasn't. The sun continued to shine, the wind continued to blow, and the residents of Garreg Mach monastery continued to smile and laugh and live.

And so, too, it seemed, must he live. Must he continue to walk these halls, eyes glazed over as he moved from one hall to another, unfocused as he drowned himself in sweat in the training hall, running the same drills over and over, dissatisfied with the results, needed to be stronger, needed to be faster -

His efforts had not gone unnoticed. Where before there had been those who had approached him with caution, hesitant and watching from a distance before greeting him, now he was greeted with warm smiles, easy requests for his assistance, and he helped, for what else could he have done?

The helmet stared at him from across the room, nestled as it was in the linens of his dormitory bed, its black, hollow eyes expectant as they watched him from where he leaned against the desk.

I wanna be a Little Hero!

He felt the crack of his bones as the debris continued to crumble down, the strike of great stone paws against his gut, the shearing of flesh against the acrid burning lance, the claws raking across his arms, his shoulders, the top of his head. He felt the heaviness of his comrades' stares as he spoke, offered himself, supplicated for something they all sought, they all wanted for their own reasons, but he was the only one stupid enough to ask...

Just like he was!

Raven cocked his head. The gaze followed his, dark and empty and feline and hateful and naïve and hopeful. He cocked his head in the other direction, and the gaze yet followed, crimson and emerald and shining and laughing, ringing brightly in his ears.

If he reached out his hand, his fingertips might have brushed against the burnished metal, felt the grain as intensely as each rippling heartbeat in his chest.

If he lifted it over his head, he might have felt the tip of its crest slant forward, the weight of it secure around his skull, gripping, muffling the sounds of the world around him.

He averted his gaze, couldn't stand to look at the thing any longer.

When next he stepped onto the field of battle, he needed no ostentatious display, no pomp or flourish to let the enemy know that he was the danger, and he was there for them. He would let his sword say that for him.

[fleurissimoo]

“Fly, my wind assassin. Do what you do best.” (#CypherArtWeek2022 Bonus Day)

As a sentinel, Cypher was not really an agent who worked in the frontline. He preferred to give support to the other agents by giving them information regarding the enemies' location.

That was why he respected the duelist by how well they did their job, despite having them to risk their own life, especially the younger ones.

The agents for a mission in Haven were Cypher, Jett, Killjoy, Omen, and Skye. The other knew well that Jett did a great job most of the time (if she didn't get too reckless) and always succeed bringing victory to the team with her aggressiveness. Like any usual day, Cypher observed how the team, under Sage's command, worked for this mission and Jett was really, really, outstanding.

Cypher was not someone who gave compliment to people all the time (unlike a certain Frenchman), but he couldn't help but blurted out a compliment to the young lady.

"Fly, my wind assassin, do what you do best."

Jett, who was waiting for her cue in C long, was giggling. "Thanks, Cypher. I'll show them what I got."

Cypher didn't know that his compliment made his girlfriend slightly jealous. I mean, Killjoy was familiar with Cypher giving compliments here and there, but calling Jett 'his wind assassin' made her feel a sting in her heart. It just sounded 'intimate' for her, even though Cypher probably didn't mean to make it sound like that.

Arriving at the base, Killjoy quickly separated herself and bid goodbye from the group as she had to bring the spike and report to Brimstone. Cypher looked at her walking quickly to Brimstone's office and noticed something must have bothered her.

He sent a message to her: ˝Little engineer, will you be in your workshop after this?˝

A replied came several minutes after that: ˝Ja. I still have to work with the spike.˝

She wasn't even asking why he wanted to come.

Cypher replied: ˝Can I come? I want to lend a hand.˝

˝I can do it by myself but sure if you want to come.˝

Cypher waited for her in front of Brimstone's office. She came out with the spike in her hand and Cypher offered to hold it for her which she accepted. Then, Killjoy proceed to open her lab door and they were greeted by her bots.

"Hello, my babies." Killjoy smiled. "We have a guest today, which you've already known." The bot chirped happily.

"Oh, just put the spike there." She pointed to a desk with lamps on the top of it. Cypher followed her instruction and put the spike down. In his head, he tried to open the conversation, but it was pretty hard.

"Little engineer, you seem a little off. Is something bothering you?"

Killjoy stopped moving and turned at Cypher. "Me? No. Haha. Maybe, I am just tired. Ja, hahaha. You don't have to worry." Then, she continued to tinker with the spike like nothing happened.

Cypher frowned, not believing what she said. "Is it something to do with me?"

The girl almost injured her hand when hearing that question. This alerted Cypher; that he must've scored a jackpot with that question. "Can you tell me what I did wrong, darling?"

"It's stupid anyway." Killjoy continued working, even though her heart was beating louder than usual. "You'll laugh at me and I don't want that."

"Oh, love. I won't laugh at your feeling."

"It's just you called Jett with 'my wind assassin' before. I thought it was just ... really intimate coming in from your mouth. It was stupid that I felt jealous." Killjoy finally opened up the spike to see the inside of it.

Cypher came closer to her and stood beside her. "You know I don't see her like the way I see you, right?"

"I know and that's why I said it's stupid. I just got jealous over nothing."

"But hey, the jealousy kinda makes me happy, knowing that you love me a lot." Cypher chuckled. "I promised I won't do it again."

"No, no. I can't stop you from doing what you want to do. I mean, it is nice to hear you give praises to the other agents, but—"

"But?"

"Maybe, just don't sound ... to flirty? Argh! I don't know." Killjoy ruffled her hair in frustration.

Cypher laughed. "I get what you mean, my love. No more flirty compliments to the other agents. Oh, dear. I cannot help but think that you are really adorable."

Killjoy's cheeks were burning.

"May I kiss you?" He asked and she gave him a green light. Cypher leant down and open his mask to give Killjoy a soft kiss in the lips.

Well, his compliment to Jett was purely because he was amused by how Jett perform that day, but he ended up knowing the other side of the calm and collected Killjoy.

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨ END ୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

[dead6ite]

GUYS !! omg my last post got kinda popular…. some new followers HELLO !!!

i’m glad everyone liked my (correct) opinions

i’ve been thinking of a few random hcs that i will be sharing here

fade and omen LOVE cats. they spend hours watching cat videos together and their messages are full of cat videos, barely any actual conversation. of course, they’re still very good friends and talk a lot, just mostly in person

so i saw someone say that cypher knows when ppl are dating bc he will make their room codes work on each others door…kj going to see raze and putting in her own by muscle memory, not realizing till late that night like. WAIT A MINUTE.

fade and yoru RARELY interact. but despite everything they exchange a nod and a fist bump every once in a while. trans solidarity

gekko is just such a sweetheart. he loves cooking for everyone and whenever someone’s down he’ll bring them their favorite dish

i think all the agents love sharing their culture, and sometimes get into lighthearted banter about how certain things should be prepared. they also teach each other dishes, and viper has learned a lot. viper has always been a good cook, but shes really broadened her horizons

brim reminds me of those white dudes who genuinely love spicy food and claim they can handle anything. agents try to make him tap out by giving him increasingly spicy dishes. it’s a thursday night activity. they all wait around intently for him to tap out, but he just happily eats it all and thanks whoever cooked it. everyone sighs and disbelief, and ponders what to make next week

ok now i’m rambling about food because i love food

do you ever see those videos of weird ass white people concoctions like “what the fuck is that” or like the most yeehaw ass food you’ve ever seen? yea, that’s brimstone. he makes venison (deer sausage) cheesy potato salad, casseroles. everyone has actually come to love his white people cooking

they have karaoke nights and drink till they’re silly!!! cypher sings careless whisper with harbor and it’s INCREDIBLE

fade djs. that’s all

phoenix makes music too, and sometimes he and fade have talked about DAW preferences, and things of the like

astra holds weekly meditation classes every tuesday and skye is the FIRST in line every week. bright and early!

i’ll wrap it up for now,,,

[f6bron]

currently thinking of hybrid!chamber and hybrid!iso…

chamber

hybrid!chamber is the type to keep nagging you while you’re deep into working on your project, clearly not caring how busy you are. he wants your attention, and you must give it to him.

“vin, i’m still working on something.”

“i don’t care…”

you sighed, “we’ll cuddle in 10 minutes, alright?”

“you’ve been saying that for the past 30 minutes, amour…” he said, burying his face into the crook of your neck again, his fluffy ears now flat against his head.

brat hybrid chamber. brat hybrid chamber. brat hybrid chamber.

would give you the silent treatment if you forgot to give him the kiss of the day. though, he prefers making out with you.

chamber would never stop rubbing himself on you, in other words, marking you with his scent. he hates the way his scent gets mixed up with others’ whenever you came back from a mission.

so, the usual post-mission ritual is to have you stay in his room while he pamper fucks you with so much love because the hybrid missed you sooo much (god forbid the two of you get separated or else hell will break loose).

trust me, he’s a good boy. as long as he gets enough attention, cuddles and kisses from you, he’s content <3

iso

oh, truly the epitome of sweetheart.

hybrid!iso doesn’t complain much, but sometimes he does get bad days.

would cling onto you 24/7 like his life depends on it. doesn’t matter what time and where you are. it’s just him being protective possessive.

whenever both of you are deployed together during missions, he would follow you everywhere you go. like a lost puppy, or should i say, like he’s your pocket duelist.

iso has to make sure you’re in his sight at all times, so u wouldn’t get injured. he would never let that happen.

“aren’t you supposed to be with cypher?”

he shook his head nonchalantly, “wanna be with you instead.”

and iso always tries his best to show you how skillful he is at something, just so he could receive praises from you. it’s the only thing that keeps him going <3

“you did great today, good boy ~” you said as you ruffle his hair and rubs his ears, his tail wagging in excitement. you could tell he’s trying to hide his blush with the collar of his jacket, but failed.

[angelismmm]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

ㅤ"just lay your head on my shoulder" ✧ ˚.

ㅤㅤgenshin impact — includes nsfw + sfw fics

ㅤㅤvalorant protocol — includes sfw fics

ㅤㅤbungou stray dogs — includes nsfw + sfw fics

ㅤㅤhonkai: star rail — includes nsfw + sfw fics

ㅤㅤoshi no ko — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤblue lock — includes sfw fics (planning n ready to do nsfw hahha)

ㅤㅤkimetsu no yaiba — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤone piece — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤhunter x hunter — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤattack on titan — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤhaikyuu — nothing yet!

ㅤㅤdanganronpa — nothing yet!

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧.... (pls send requests for bsd/val/genshin/sxf/ kny/haikyuu/avatar, anything im lowkey dying haha)

[chosoholics]

feel free to send me reqs btww , i love you shordy ‘s

[lactosa2]

Omen, i have no other bitch in mind

cc: Drabble, soft, non relatonship but still romantic in my way.

ARE WE OKAY THEN?

Omen lately have been distant, well, he is always distant, but now was even more distant that he usually is, so you tough that might you did something wrong, that you said or did something and now he was piss and no talking.

Is not like this, but in some way you liked to suffer, it showed you that you are not crazy or a atenttion seaker when you feel or say that you are in a bad mental space, still, you felt a need. A strange and toxic need of always being worst, always being paranoid and living whit that fear that something gonna mess up all the rigths decitions you have made, deep down, you wanted to be in a bad place, being manipulated, being assaulted, discriminated, all because when you were you had a excuse to at least being sad, having the rigth for rotting in bed for days and not being called lazy, showing other people that you are not crazy, that you ARE vulnerable

That was one of the main reason Omen and you got so well, even at the first meet, he wasn´t polite, caring, or something that made you feel conected whit him, but you could see his pain, his suffering, is not a kink shit, only that as same as you, he didn´t see you as a lack of person, he only saw you as a anoyying one, and that was enough, and more because for you he was anoying to.

You had two faces, 1: want to show how bad and miserable your life actually is, because being honest, it is! - 2: Want to be seeing as a person, not as one you have to feel sorry, so so sorry that you give it atention in case that poor little and vulnerable things is thinking on suicide. People was rude whit it, how dare you to be sad? and of you dare to not let them wash their sins by trying to help you in not a solidary way? how????

Whit thinking that everyone around you feel sorry for you, you started to close, ignore and cut ties whit people and just acepting help from yourself, that little voice in the back of your mind that told you that eating less wasn´t going to make you pretty and loved, the voice that told you that you actually deserved being alive, the little voice that told you that not everyone have to cares about others, and that´s not selfish. Conciencia, that how others called it if you live in a place where you speak spanish, you tried but didn´t find logic on it, end of all, you didn´t thinked that much about racional things, and most important, you didn´t know.

Strange feeling between sadness and rage, but you feel it, yes, why? idc, and you didn´t either.

2:45 A.M

Talking whit Omen was relaxing, talking whit someone more mess up than you is terapeutic, making you feel like you can be worst and youre not, one of the last things you can say you are proud about. He wasn´t gently, polite, loving, he didn´t even care when in a mission someone shot you, and that was made him so special. Not because you liked men that are cold heart and a dicks whit everyone, i hope that you had a present father figure on your childhood. but ignoring that. He treated you as a person, as everyone else, and that is... good, actually pretty good, he is not sweet whit you, but he is not sweet, he is not! is not special to you because your not! and that tough it was better than a orgams itself, making you feel as a person. and for that reason he was in your place for more than 3 moths.

You were siting on the chair of the balcony since one hour aprox, smoking a cigarrete, even if the hole protocol told you it was bad for you, you are not better than the 77% of people that smokes arround the world.

you felt his hand hitting softly the back of your head, laughting in a low voice you moved the head to see Omen, his hand on the chair frame, his figure tall and kind of impresive.- "So you don´t hate me? no more?" you asked whit a frow, letting the cigarrete burn itselft, you have something more adictive to concentrate on. "Who said that?" he asked while walking away from you (:c) and siting on the other chair besides you. "Me" he giggled whit a voice that make him look like a smoker since his -9 years, you giggled at his laught and kicked softly his feet,-" Hey, im talking serious.." his head shaked sighly at your words, "Nothing, just thinking" he said whit his arms crossed

you laid both of your legs on his lap, looking at him whit head moved a little to the side, in doubt. "I don´t bothers me that you are here.." you whispered, since he was here it feels easy to live, even if he isn´t much of talking. -"I don´t want you to feel alone, i know you do, but i care, i really really really care."- you tried to convice him, your words going out in a soft loving purr, he better to buy the enchant. One of his hand touched your leg caressing it whit his tumb, "I know you do... i wouldn´t be here if you didn´t." his words were low, his head looking at the deep dark sky.

"So you don´t hate me?" you said whit a teasing fake smile, smoking whit a eyebrown raised and your legs rubbing in his lap.- "How could i?"