#valorant oneshots

[imkillerbae]

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Weak (Part 2, Finale) (Valorant Yoru x Fem!Reader)

Yoru sat on his bed, arms leaning on his knees. He brooded as he sharpened his knife, the friction sending sparks around the dimly lit room. He blasted Japanese rap music on the speakers, trying to keep himself occupied.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He knew how it felt to burst out in anger and say things you don’t mean, so he kept convincing himself that you didn’t really feel that way about him; that you saw him as more than just an asshole. But he couldn’t blame you. He hurt you by lying just to save himself from being teased about you. He knew damn well you were out of his league, and if Phoenix knew, he’d never hear the end of it.

Was lying really worth hurting you? No, and he regrets it deeply.

He sighs. I hope her head is cool once she comes back. I need to explain myself. But his thoughts were stopped by a loud banging outside his room. He scrambles to turn off the music. “What do you want?” He yells back, rolling his eyes.

“Y/N! She’s hurt! She’s—it’s serious! Please you have to—” He hears KJ scream frantically behind the door, and his eyes widened. He springs to his feet, dropping his knife on the floor. Without a second thought, he opens the door and grabs KJ’s shoulders. “Where,” he asked sternly, and KJ winces. “T-they’re taking her to the ICU, she’s in an u-unstable state,” she replies, but he was already running to the infirmary.

Hearing how panicked KJ was, a million nightmares played in his head. Sage wasn’t here, which heightened his anxiety. What if you die? And Sage couldn’t bring you back? What if you suffer so much, you gain amnesia? What if you turn into something like Omen?

He shook his head. He won’t let that happen. He’d tear a hole in the whole dimensional fabric of the universe before he lets that happen.

As he saw the room you were held in, he bangs on the door. “Open the FUCKING DOOR!” He yells, kicking it with so much force, it groaned but stood firm. Phoenix ran and tried to hold him back. “Stop man! You’ll break the door!” He warns, holding his best mate’s arms back. “Kuso, doke!” He thrashes violently, trying to elbow Phoenix’s face. Viper looked back from the window, and she could tell that Yoru won’t relent until he was let in.

She instead opens the door and gets out of the sterile room, glaring at Yoru. Yoru returns the look, pushing Phoenix off him. “What the fuck did you do to her.” Yoru growls, grabbing the doctor by her coat, but she doesn’t squirm. “Nothing that isn’t helpful. You can’t enter the room.” She orders, but his grip doesn’t loosen. Behind them, Phoenix watches closely, making sure Yoru didn’t do anything too rash. A few agents also arrive, and a few gasps were emitted as they saw you through the glass.

Yoru watches you writhe on the bed, your limbs secured on the metal bars. You were screaming, face stained with tears of pain. Several markings on your body pulsed in the color red with every movement you made. His eyes were wide and his mouth hangs open, shocked and scared. He looks back at Viper with fury.

“Tell me what’s going on. NOW.” He demands, and Viper holds on to his wrist, trying to tear him off her. Phoenix intervenes, trying to break the two up but he’s shoved aside by Yoru. “Her body was exposed to Radianite residue for too long when she investigated one of the mission’s points of interest. We didn’t anticipate the reserves still active in the mineshaft.” She explains, dusting herself.

“At the moment, there’s no cure. Not even Sage would be able to help her. Y/N’s not radiant, which makes the situation much worse. This could be fatal.” Hearing this, Yoru’s blood boiled. “No cure? What do you mean no cure?! Why didn’t you discuss this in the risk management?! YOU SENT HER ON A SUICIDE MISSION.” He screams at her face, and Phoenix was almost fed up with Yoru’s behavior. He understood how much he cared about you but this wasn’t helping anyone.

“Man, lay off. Y/N’s not the only one affected here. Harbor and Viper are also fatigued. Doc is trying her best to keep Y/N alive right now,” Phoenix warns, squeezing Yoru’s shoulder with force. “Y/N’s body is fighting the effects right now. All we can do is hope she overcomes it, and that Sage arrives here on time. She may at least try to relieve some of her pain.”  Viper adds, but Yoru did not relent.

“And what if she doesn’t? What then? You send her off into a mission you weren’t prepared for and now you just hope she lives?!” Yoru clenches his fist, but before he could grab Viper again, Phoenix threw him a punch in the face, knocking him down. “I told you man! Lay off! You’re acting crazy!” He rubs his fist on his white jacket, watching Yoru get up on his feet. He’d never seen Yoru this angry. In blind rage, Yoru charges at Phoenix, but before he could, Viper injects him with a sleeping drug on his neck.

The last thing he sees is you, on your hospital bed, sweating and in pain. His heart drops. He wanted to be there, to hold your hand. “Y/N…” he whispers your name, but you do not hear it.

--

The next time he wakes up, he couldn’t move properly. Adjusting his view, he sees a gray wall. He was laying on his side. When he was about to wipe on his eyes, he couldn’t. Huh? Where the hell am I? Pulling at his arms, he realized he was handcuffed. He sprung upward, looking around. It was a small room, only furnished with a rickety bed, a single faucet and what he assumed was another room for a lavatory. On the other side was a door that had a large rectangular window on it.

Am I in a jail cell?

“Hey!” He yells, banging on the door with his shoulders. He tries to kick it down but doesn’t do much damage, still dizzy from the drug. He peers out the window, and sees a familiar mop of brown hair. It was Phoenix on the other side. “Phoenix, open the fucking door!” He orders, slamming his whole weight on the door.

“Can’t man. I know you’re worried about her. So are we. But fucking up Viper’s work won’t help anyone, especially Y/N.” Phoenix reasons quietly, crossing his arms. He feels his best friend’s anger through the door, and he felt guilty for punching him. But it had to be done, unless he wanted Yoru to do something he’d regret for the rest of his life.

“I can’t just wait for her to rot in there! Open the door!” Yoru persisted. His voice was starting to waver. “And what would you do? What would you even do there? Hassle the doc?” Phoenix replies angrily, facing the window.

“Damn it, I’d take her pain and turn it into mine if I could!” He shouts back angrily with a last bang on the door with his back. “Fuck, I… I can’t just wait here while she suffers. I can’t.” He croaks, slowly sitting down against the door. He then remembered how in pain you were. His heart clenched. He cared about you more than he let himself show.

“All I know is that I want to be with her right now. That’s all I ask,” he begged.

Phoenix listens as Yoru sulked there. Fuck, now he wants to open the door. Yoru hears Phoenix leave him, his footsteps fading into obscurity. He sat there, tugging on his binds occasionally. How crazy you got him right now. He thought about your last conversation. Another lie: he did care. He cared about you a lot. He loved you so much.

How he wished that you left with your last conversation being how much he loved you instead of an argument over his mistake.

“Kiritani.” He hears a familiar voice call, and he springs to his feet. His eyes met Viper’s through the window. “Please, let me see her.” He asks breathlessly. Viper stares emptily at him before nodding. “Tell me honestly, how come her situation elicits such a strong reaction from you? Is there anything I should be aware of?” She asks as the door slowly opens.

Yoru gulps, but he smiles faintly. “I’m her boyfriend. It’s my job to worry.” Phoenix’s eyes widened. Viper only nods again. She didn’t remember the last time she worried about someone as hard as he did. She respected it.

As soon as the door was opened for him, he rushed to you. He didn’t know why but you looked gaunt, and it had only been hours. You were sweating but visibly conscious, your eyes glazed open. “Y/N,” he almost yelps, kneeling down cupping your face. The rest of the protocol watched from the window as you stir. “Ryo…?” You croaked, trying to look for him, but you could only see his blurry face. “I’m here Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He grits his teeth in frustration. It pained him to see you so weak.

He reaches for your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “We found that having pure radianite around her siphons the effects of the decay. Problem is, it turns the radianite into residue, so it’s circular feedback. Killjoy made a radianite filter in house. It seems to alleviate some of the pain. She just has to endure.” Viper explains bluntly, pulling the gloves off her hands. “Don’t approach the filter. I don’t want another patient. That’s Sage’s job.” She adds before moving to the monitors.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for what I said earlier. I do care, I care about you more than I care about anything else. I’m sorry for denying you whenever they asked. I’m not ashamed of you, in fact, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.” He confessed, not caring if Viper was there to hear. You look at him sadly. He was disheveled.

“I’m just scared that if they knew that we’re together, they’ll tell you that I’m bad news. They’ll tell you that I’m not a good boyfriend, tell you that I don’t deserve you. I’m not deaf Y/N, I know what they say about me. I’m scared that you’ll change your mind.” He chokes on his words as he held on to you. “I love you and I will never be ashamed to call you mine. So please, please, fight the decay.” He begged, a stray tear rolling down his cheek.

It pained your throat to speak but instead you smile. So that’s all it was huh? You wanted to tell him that no one would say anything bad about him, and if they did, it didn’t matter. You knew him well, and knew that behind that tough exterior was someone who just wants to be accepted. Someone who wants to be loved.

You instead smile, tears rolling down your eyes. I love you too, you thought.

“There’s something happening to her vitals. What are you doing?” Viper suddenly asks as she monitors all the data in the screen. She gives Yoru an intense stare. “I’m not doing anything,” he replies angrily, wiping the tear away. “Her vitals are improving. Strange,” Viper says casually. “It seems that your radiant energy is better at siphoning the decay than radianite itself. How about we test this theory,” she sighs.

The doors open and she lets everyone inside, even those who weren’t radiant. “Y/N, we’re here. Get better soon okay?” Jett smiles, holding her arms. Phoenix stands next to Yoru, rubbing his shoulder. “You better recover soon, your boyfriend is losing his mind over you. I punched him in the face.” He chuckles, and Yoru hits him in the stomach, shooing him away.

“Is that so?” You manage to croak out, chuckling lightly. With that, Viper looks at the monitors again. “I see. It seems like the theory is true. You’re all cancelling the circular feedback loop. Y/N’s vitals are improving rapidly. Can you sit up?” Viper requests, and you try. Yoru helps you, smiling. “It still hurts but not as bad as before.” You could now say full sentences. You look at Yoru and smile widely.

“I love you,” you finally say, and he closes the gap with a kiss, his hands holding your head close, keeping you steady. Your hands weakly reach for his cheeks, caressing his soft skin. The rest watch with wide eyes. “I’ll never deny you again. I promise.” He says breathlessly, embracing you.

“There goes a new couple in the protocol. Any thoughts Brimmy?” Phoenix asks, and Brimstone sighs. “Just don’t let me catch you doing shit outside your rooms. That’s all I ask.” He groans. Viper on the other hand stood there, leaning back on the door, watching everyone. Seeing you both together warmed her cold heart somehow.

[caramel1mochi]

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Welcome, welcome! Finally got around to making one of these!!  

My name is Beatrice (or Bea) and welcome to my safe haven where heavily simping for Valorant men is NOT considered bounds for an intervention!!‎   All of my fics are SFW and contain minimal to no cussing. So if that's up your alley, feel free to make yourself at home!   I try to update weekly unless life gets in the way. Which also happens weekly. So, sporadic updates!

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Introduction! 

Masterlist!  

ISO

One Hazy Winter (Ongoing!) [ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 ]  

YORU

ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) (Complete!) [ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6 ]  

CHAMBER

Beau Idéal (Somewhat complete!)   [ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 ] 

GEKKO

Chapter 1: Trouble in paradise! (Complete!) [ Part 1 ] 

Chapter 2: Weekend together! (Somewhat complete!) [ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 ] 

REQUESTS

Surprise! (Complete!)   [ Part 1 ]  

Jollz/Joshseki x F!Reader (Complete!) [ Part 1 ]

That's pretty much it for now, I'll add more when I can. Thanks for reading!! ❤ฺ·。

[ask-riftwalker]

I'll bite since you're flaunting them. How'd you get those scars, big man?

*He's amused by the question* They're from stab wounds and gunshots. Contrary to what you may believe, we don't always rely on Sage or Skye to heal us. We manually patch up injuries that are non-fatal, some of us know how to suture. I admit that I'm not the best at it, so I usually have Skye or Y/N do it for me.

I... owe them a lot. Can't count the number of times they've stuffed my gun wounds with gauze to stop me from bleeding to death. Sage could remove my scars but I don't want her to.

[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 his 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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[illubean]

I saw ur celebrity Iso x bakery girl post and im in LOVE

May I req an art student!Iso x reader where Iso is roommates with another guy (either Phoenix, Gekko, or Yoru) and that dude has friends over with reader being one of them and tries to go find the bathroom but instead stumbles upon Iso's art room where he's painting away and doesnt notice reader? :3

And maybe reader leaves their number without him noticing until the guests all leave🤭💜

If You Need a Muse

Characters: Li Zhao "Iso" Yu Type: Fluff, Oneshot, Gn!reader

this request has sparked something within me... how do we feel about CeramicArtist!Iso smirk emoji also I changed the req just a tad bit >.<

Warnings: none

It wasn't often that your dear friend Jamie invited you over to his home. Your little group often spent time at Sunwoo's (who prefers to be called Jett) house or showed up at Ryo's uninvited. He was always too lazy to host or feared disturbing his roommate, but today he wanted for you all to play a console game he just bought.

You sat on the floor in front of Jett, who was on the couch battling against Ryo. You watched the game on the screen as you awaited your turn, as Jamie came from the kitchen with more snacks. Jett was currently losing, yelling and leaning into Ryo in hopes of throwing his game. You laughed before looking at your brown haired friend who sat on the floor next to you.

"We're not bothering your roommate are we?"

"Nah, I don't think he's home right now."

After about another hour of playing the game and eating junk food, you needed to use the bathroom. Setting your controller down you looked over to Jamie, asking for directions to the bathroom.

"It's down the hall, first door to the right."

You nodded, getting up and going on your way to find the toilet. You stopped in front of a closed door, pushing it open to reveal NOT a bathroom. You look around, taking in the room. It was well lit, the walls decorated with paintings in various sizes. In the center of the room was an easel, and a man standing in front of it who's gaze seemed to have shifted from the piece in front of him to you. He was wearing comfortable clothes protected by an apron, a paintbrush in one hand and palette in the other.

"Oh uh- Sorry. You must be Jamie's roommate, I was just looking for the bathroom."

He offers you a small smile before returning to his work.

"No worries, it's one door over."

From where you stood you couldn't really tell what he had been painting, but what you could tell was that the man himself was a piece of art. He had beautiful purple eyes and sharp features that you could almost believe he were a marble statue come to life. After taking him and the room in for a little longer you spoke up once again.

"Your art is very beautiful."

He looks up and smiles at you again before responding.

"Thanks. I'm working on pieces for my portfolio, though I don't think anything I paint could compare to your beauty."

You were left speechless as you felt the tip of your ears burn.

"O-oh. Thank you. I'll be- uh- going now..." You stuttered out, before turning and going back to your original task.

Find and use the bathroom.

After doing your business, you returned back downstairs to find that your friends switched to watching a movie.

"Geez, you took forever in there!" Jett complains.

"Did you take a shit or something?" Ryo asks, scrunching his face up at you.

The other two laugh at his statement before you give a response.

"I don't see how any of that is your business," you huffed. Instead of rejoining your companions in the living room, you make your way into the kitchen. There was a magnetic basket stuck to the side of the fridge with pens, some memo pads and sticky notes in them. You grabbed one of the sticky notes and a pen and begin to write your note. You look around for a place to set it as your eyes land on a coffee machine.

Bingo

The machine must belong to your friend's mysterious and attractive roommate, as you knew your friend didn't really enjoy coffee all that much.

You stuck the note on the bottom of a mug sitting underneath the machine before setting it back in place and finally returning to the living room.

{timeskip}

The next morning, Li made his way towards the kitchen for his daily cup of coffee. He would be headed off to class soon and needed a bit of caffeine to start the day. Jamie had already been up, also about to leave for class. After brewing his coffee and picking up his mug, ne noticed a yellow corner of a sticky note peeking out from the bottom.

Peeling the note off, confused, he brought it up to eye level to read.

"If you ever need a muse (or wanna go out :D) call me~ XXX-XXX-XXXX (Jamie's Bathroom Friend)"

A light blush dusted his face at the note. This had to have been left by his roommates attractive friend yesterday. He was so distracted buy the number written in front of him that he didn't notice Jamie peeking over his shoulder.

"That's why they took so long in the bathroom! Hah, looks like one of my best mates likes you."

The man gave his flat mate a firm pat on the back before going about his day. The light blush on Li's face darkened in embarassment at the realization Jamie had seen what was written. Drinking his coffee, he sat down and put the note in his pocket.

He would have to put the number in his phone later.

[tjaejt]

Big men, who you swear you could beat in a fight but in reality it wouldn’t take an ounce of strength from him to completely crumble you to pieces whenever he wants. His big and beefy body being able to crush your bones under a few seconds. Taking action and simply folding you under them whenever he hears your statement of you being way stronger than him. Palms bigger than yours, fingers longer and thicker, comparing yours to his, your fingertips reaching just about past his second knuckles, him holding your wrists together above your head, knees next to you on both side of you as his weight pushed you further and further into the mattress and not being able to get out of his grasp no matter how much you’re tossing around; or scooping you up and throwing you around anytime and everywhere he wants. And don’t even get started on the oh but i’m bigger body type. These men literally does not give a flying fuck about it, he will do it anyways.

Big and soft men, who would never hurt you from their will since causing hurt to you in any form or shape could make him lose his mind. Also protecting you from everything that means a possible danger to you, showing no mercy to anyone who in fact isn’t you. And when it comes to times when you get hurt and the cause is indeed him, he internally eats himself up from the inside about how could he been so thoughtless when he promised to himself all he will give to you is pure love and affection. It takes a few caresses on his cheeks and a couple of kisses and he’s already melted in your arms, only focusing on you and the thought of beating himself up is completely forgotten.

Big, soft and mean men, who could tease you all night, ‘till dawn, because what could you do? Punch him? Yes, you could try but we all know it’s nothing against him. So you just patiently wait there, looking pretty, while they’re mercilessly play games with you. These men can also rail you until you basically and literally see stars, going at a relentless pace without faltering the hold they have on you. Nails bruising your hips, thighs and waist every single time you’re together and by now you just learned to handle it in silence. You did try to warn him about it and they learned from it for brief 5 minutes at max, then lust covered their vision once again and got back to his usual behavior, we could say that he almost snapped his hips against you even more greedily this time. But even then, they don’t do this out of will… most of the times..

And it gets even ‘worse’ when your pretty fingers doesn’t even reach around his girth, struggling there with both of your hands, sitting between his muscled thighs and choking you with every inch you take further into your mouth. Him fucking into your mouth, not giving you any breaks or time to collect yourself, he doesn’t bother to stop himself and by the time, he’s the one who guides your head up and down on him. Tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, ready to spill. Oh how much he loves to see your face contorted like this, your cheeks flushed deep red and lips swollen. It could be almost enough to make him come just from that sight, feeling him twitch in your mouth and in response a muffled moan escaped your throat, sending vibrations through his body, up his spine, making him throw his head back immediately. His palms almost stuck in your hair, gripping and pulling on your well-cared locks like his life depended on it but you just couldn’t feel it from the ache of your jaw, the pain was stronger and by the time he could finish, all your nerves went numb.

So in conclusion, was he stronger than you? Yes. And will you ever admit it? Well, probably no. ♡

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[acaaciia]

bleach

relationship: Gekko x gen!reader || Mateo x gen!reader

listed tags: fluff, friends to lovers (?), reader being a good nuera/yerno, oneshot

trigger warnings: none

synopsis: Bleaching some hair gets a little heated. 

You and Mateo have known each other since before you knew how to write your own name. You were there when you each first scratched your knees attempting to learn how to ride a skateboard, down to when the first light had occurred.

Needless to say, the two of you have been through the thick of it, and when Mateo asked for you to come over and help him with a new look, well, you couldn’t resist the offer.

It didn’t even take a second after you knocked on the door, for it to fling open, revealing Mateo with a giant grin. Wingman stood to his right, peaking over the side of his leg.  

“Por fin! (1) I knew you’d pull through.” He said, taking one of the bags from your hands and handing it over to his companion.

You grinned in return, “Of course I did, I couldn't let you damage your hair alone.”, You joked as you reached down to pet the little creature, “Now come on, let’s get this over with before your mom kills both of us.”

Stepping into the small home you immediately greet the older woman who was busy cutting up a variety of fruits, “Hola Señora, ¿cómo está hoy?”(2)

“Aye, bien mijita/mijito, ¿cómo está su mamá?” (3) Mateo 's mother looked up from where she stood in the kitchen, “Todavía está tomando ese té que lo mande?”,(4) she whipped her hands on her apron, walking around the small island to greet you with a hug.

You laughed, shaking your head as the two of you parted, “Lo termino, pero eya empenso a tomar ajo y curcuma.” (5) you said, turning to Mateo, making a sour face at the thought of the combination. “She even started putting it in my licuados.” (6)

This sparked up a whole conversation between you and Mateo’s mother, as she went over the multitudes of things your mom should start eating to improve her health. It didn’t last long before Mateo came in to save the day from his mothers ranting, “Perdoname mami,(7) but we got something super important to do.” He insisted, nudging you towards the hallway that led to his room.

The older woman rolled her eyes at her son and waved the two of you off, “Fine, fine, pero dejan la puerta abierta.” (8) She half joked, returning to her previous task.

Mateo could feel his ears heaten up at the implications and groaned out a small ‘aye ama’(9). You chuckled at his embarrassment and shot the woman a thumbs up as you let your friend lead you further into his house.

Entering Mateo’s room, you immediately made yourself at home pushing away the random junk he had laying around to make room for your snacks and bleaching materials. You set up your makeshift salon station, passing a chip or two to the quartet of creatures that watched you with interest, mainly interested in the snacks you had. As you finished setting up, you threw a curious glance to Mateo who was spinning himself around with his desk chair, ‘patiently’ waiting for you to finish.

“You ready for this?” You questioned, slipping on a pair of latex gloves before making your way around the man, a bowl filled with a mixture of bleach and developer in hand. He stopped his spinning, his eyes met yours as he looked at your reflection in the mirror. He grinned and gave you a nod of approval, “Show me whatcha got.”

“Just let me know if it starts to burn,” you warned.

Taking the brush into your hand, you started on the back of his head, trying to angle your strokes perfectly so as to not get any of the bleach onto his skin. This process took a while and continued till you finally reached the front of his head.

You were so close, he thought, your legs straddled his own as you leaned in closer for better precision around his hairline. Mateo could feel his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, his hands twitched as they tensed up to his side. Of course, he was aware of the fact that he had a thing for you, he always did. He never acted on it directly though, but with you so close he- “Quedate quieto.” (10) You practically whispered as you placed one of your gloved hands under his chin, tilting his head up for a better angle.

Mateo’s face burned as you cradled his head, he’s never gotten such an up-close view of you before. He swore he could die a happy man with a view like this. He watched as your eyebrows scrunched and contorted with a look of concentration. The way your lips pursed ever so slightly as you meticulously painted his hair with bleach, he had half a mind to take the brush from you and pull you down for a kiss himself.

“And I think that should be it.” You stated as you finished applying the last of the bleach to Mateo’s hair. It was only then, as you pulled back slightly to inspect your work, did you realize the position you had placed yourself in. Your breath hitched as your eyes met Mateos' own, your hand still hovering gently under his chin.  

You didn’t know what came over you, maybe it was the fact that you could feel the warmth of his body under your skin that made your head feel light. Maybe you simply had breathed in too much of the bleach and now it was messing with your head. Whatever the cause you couldn’t help yourself when you leaned down and captured his partially chapped lips for a kiss.

Mateo was stunned by your action but quickly recovered and reciprocated the kiss. His hands grazed over the top of your body gently, dipping between every curve and crevice trying to memorize every detail into the depths of his brain. He shifted you in closer, one of his hands making its way to your thigh to hold you in place, while the other came around to grip your waist.

The two of you lost track of time in the little universe you created where only the two of you existed. Neither of you could tell when Mateo had finally brought you down to sit comfortably in his lap, or when you had lost the bowl of bleach as or when your other hand wrapped around his neck, but the two of you weren’t in the mood to care.

Key:

1. Finally 2. (formal greeting to an older woman) Hello Ma’am, how are you? 3. mijita/mijito: a term of endearment typically from an older person to a younger person, used in a similar context as sweetie. Not to be used in a romantic sense/relationship. "Sweetie, how is your mom?" = "Mijita, how is your mom?" 4. Is she still drinking the tea I sent her? 5. She finished it, but has started to drink ginger and turmeric instead. 6. (a shake/smoothie) 7. Forgive me, mom. /Excuse me, mom./ I’m sorry, mom. 8. But, leave the door open. 9. Mom, please. (a whiney, complained/embarrassed way of saying it) 10. Stay still.

[merriepy]

✎﹏﹏﹏Autumn Sun

Sova x afab!Reader

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, oneshot

cw: slightly suggestive (?)

summary: After you've felt down for the past few days and now refuse to come out of your room, Sova decides to try to help you with your struggles

a/n: I've pretty much read every single Sova story on here so I needed to make my own because I'm starving qwq

Words: 1,502

Your room was lit up by the soft evening light of the autumn sun. It wrapped everything in its soft, orange glow; everything except that heart of yours which was dyed in black. Truth was, you haven't been feeling great at all lately. You were so used to it that you didn't care anymore. Was there a particular reason why these feelings were stirring up inside of you? You couldn't tell anymore.

"Y/N?" you heard from behind the door. A voice so gentle and soft that it felt more like a melody; a melancholic melody as you acknowledged the concerned tone in his voice. You knew that you could just send him away, out of everyone in the Protocol he was by far the most respectful one and he would do as you say immediately. But you were longing for affection and comfort. So, despite immediately regretting your decision, you let him in.

Sova was the kind of person whose mere presence was enough to change the mood of the entire room. Whenever he was standing next to Brimstone during meetings his deadly calm aura would send shivers down your spine. And yet, he was by far one of the most caring people you've ever met in your life. He would commonly check up on everyone in the Protocol, and maybe that's why you didn't like him: because he was not only paying attention to you.

He walked over to your bed, and as you expected him to sit down on your bed and ask you if you wanted to talk to him he bent over the top part of your blanket and pulled it down until he could see your eyes. His smile was warm as always. "Sasha…" While checking the temperature on your forehead with his hand he made sure to keep eye contact with you. "I don't want to ask if you're okay 'cause… I mean it's pretty obvious that you're not fine." He took a step back from your bed, tilting his head a little bit while asking you silently with his eyes if you wanted him to leave or to stay. You felt tears rolling down your eyes as you visualized how the conversations might go with him and yet you still nodded, begging him to not leave you alone.

"Any space for me?" he asked and gave you another heartfelt smile. You knew that he was thanking you for trusting him and accepting his offer. After moving to the left side of the bed, you invited him to lie down next to you. He happily obliged.

You stayed quiet for some time and the awkward silence grew between you two. You didn't know what to say, you didn't know how to put this misery of yours into words, you didn't know how to start. And he could tell, especially since you didn't make any effort to hide your struggle. He placed his hand on your cheek and moved a little closer to you. "Deep breaths, Y/N." It still felt weird nowadays when people called you by your actual name and not your codename even though you and Sasha were always doing it when you were alone. "Take your time, I will wait for you."

Tears started to roll down your face. The comfort he gave you made you tear up as you were able to release the sorrow within you. "Sasha…" you cried out, wanting to thank him but not being able to properly produce a sentence between your sobs. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. You placed your head carefully on his chest and calmed yourself down by listening to his heartbeat. While your tears slowly started to get less and less, Sasha placed his right hand on your head and slowly stroked over your hair.

"Is it really okay if I tell you about it?" you asked carefully without looking into his eyes out of shame. "I don't want to burden you with anything." Sova stopped his hand and moved it up to your chin. Gently, he shifted your head up so he could look into your eyes. "You're never a burden to me, darling." He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. The spot where he had laid his lips on your skin still felt comfortably warm and you wished that he would continue kissing you.

Tears rolled down your face once more as you told Sasha about everything that was bothering you recently. How you were always there for anybody and it felt like nobody had your back, how you felt like your friends were bonding over experiences you couldn't share, how the stress was getting to you physically and emotionally. During all of this, he stayed mostly silent and just let you talk about anything that you needed to get off your chest. He commented from time to time on your statements or he turned around to hand you a tissue from your nightstand.

"So I feel like I'm falling behind, you know? I just… don't want to be outcasted." Sova brushed the tears off your face with his fingers. "I understand," he said calmly, his hand still resting on your cheek. You suppressed the last few tears and smiled at the man next to you. "Thank you for being here, Sasha. And for… well, listening to my stuff," you mumbled with your voice still trembling. "I think I'm done now."

The man ran his fingers down your cheeks until his hands reached the back of your neck. He pulled you even closer until you could feel his breath on your lips. "I will always be there for you, Y/N. And I will always listen to you and your struggles." Before you could reply, he had pressed his lips onto yours. You could taste his favorite tea through the kiss, as well as the passion he was holding for you. Your hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer than he already was. The warmth of his presence made you feel so very much at ease that the last few painful tears ran down your face. Sasha quickly brushed them off your cheeks before pulling you on top of him.

You didn't expect such a sudden move from him and since he is pretty strong he had no problems placing you exactly where he wanted to. He grinned as he watched your flustered expression. His hands moved under your clothes but before he did anything else he looked at you. Your face was still a little red. "Do you want me to continue?" You felt how your heart picked up pace after hearing his words and you nodded quickly. You didn't want him to stop, under no circumstances. "Tell me if I'm going too far," he whispered into your ear before kissing your neck. His fingers ran down your sides, every movement making you feel better and better. Sova made sure to not come too close to your private parts and it made you feel comfortable knowing that he was so respectful of your boundaries. Your arms were still placed around his waist but you didn't want to move since everything was too perfect right now. He continued kissing your neck down to your shoulder and you just enjoyed it, taking in all those feelings that stirred up inside of you.

"Finally feeling better?" he asked as he pulled far enough away from you to properly keep up eye contact. His hands had stopped moving and he was now holding you in place; gently, yet somewhat protective. You just smiled happily. "Thank you for cheering me up, Sasha!" You firmly wrapped your arms around his hand and pressed your body against his with your head resting on his shoulders. He loosened his grip so you could move more freely. "I told you that I'm always here for you, my love." Sova looked outside the window, the autumn sun was about to fully fade away behind the trees. When his gaze had wandered back to you, he smiled warmly and gave you a quick kiss. "Because I love you, Y/N." You returned his soft smile and words of affirmation.

Sova stood up from your bed and reached his hand out for you. "What do you say, love? Wanna go outside and enjoy the rest of this beautiful evening?" A red blush hushed over your cheeks, flattered by his request despite everything that had happened earlier. You cherished that he wanted to spend that much time with you. By taking his hand you lifted yourself from your bed into the man's arms. "You're so cute, love~" he whispered into your ear. You passionately kissed him as a response to which he happily obliged. "I love you, Sasha," you told him after your kiss had ended and he had let go of you. He laughed softly and wrapped his left arm around your shoulder. "I love you just as much."

[hrtsfrmaeris]

Shadows Unveiled - Fade

tw: mentions of blood, hurt reader

pairing: fade x fem!reader

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On a moonless night, a covert mission unfolded in the depths of an undisclosed location. As the squad advanced, a sudden ambush left Y/N wounded and alone, desperately seeking refuge and help in the shadows. With enemies closing in, she activated her communication device "Guys, I need backup!" she whispered urgently, pain lacing her words. But silence was her only respond.

Struggling against despair, Y/N clutched her side, concealed behind crates, desperately trying to stifle the pain. She don't thinks she has ever been hurt this bad during a mission. She hates feeling like she did bad in anything. She always wants to be the best. Just as she was about to give up, Fade arrived to save her. The ground changed colours and she could hear her Fade's deep voice. "Got your back''

With a tender touch, Fade helped Y/N to her feet. "Easy there". Their eyes met, revealing a depth of emotion that transcended on the battlefield. A shared understanding passed between them as Fade silently vowed to protect her. She offered a rare display of vulnerability, enveloping her in a hug that spoke volumes, a moment uncharacteristic of the radiant agent.

As their other teammates arrived, their surprise was palpable. The usually reserved Fade had momentarily shed her enigmatic facade. "So, Fade's got a soft side, huh?" teased Phoenix, earning a glare from Fade.

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Back at Valorant HQ, Skye hurriedly attended to the wounded Y/N, leading her to the medical section. "You're lucky, Y/N. A few inches deeper, and we might've lost you," Skye commented. Y/N smiled weakly, "Luck or someone watching my back?" Despite the care, the healing process was slow, and Y/N retired to her room, still bearing the scars of the mission.

In the quiet of her quarters, Fade knocked hesitantly. Concern etched her features as she questioned her well-being, her words tumbling out in a rush. Y/N, overwhelmed but comforted by her presence, silenced her with a kiss — a brief, stolen moment that echoed with the weight of unspoken emotions.

Before they could savor the newfound intimacy, Jett barged into the room, breathless and urgent. "Woah hey there, lovebirds, you're needed in the briefing room. Cypher's on a rampage," she quipped.

As Jett led Y/N to the briefing room, a sly grin played on her lips. She couldn't resist the opportunity to tease Y/N about the recent events."So, what was that back there?" Jett nudged Y/N playfully.

Y/N's cheeks flushed, "What are you talking about?"Jett raised an eyebrow, "Oh, come on! I saw you and Fade. The kiss? The whole romantic drama? Spill!"Y/N sighed, realizing she couldn't escape Jett's prying eyes. "It's not what it looks like. We... we just..."

Jett interrupted with a mischievous grin, "Just kissed like you've been harboring a secret crush on each other? Yeah, just that."Y/N rolled her eyes, "It's complicated, Jett.""Complicated? Pfft. Everything's complicated until it's not," Jett replied cryptically.

The teasing tone faded, and Jett's expression softened. "But seriously, Y/N, I've never seen Fade act like that. What's going on between you two?" Y/N hesitated before speaking, "We've been keeping it under wraps. It's... it's complicated, Jett. We never thought anyone would find out."

Jett's eyes widened, "And here I thought our stoic agent had a heart. Guess she's got a soft spot for you."Y/N sighed, "Just promise me you won't tell anyone, especially not Brimstone or even worse, Yoru."

As they entered the briefing room, the banter lingered, and Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that the shadows concealing her secret romance were slowly unraveling.

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okay guys this is my first ever one-shot and i'm a bit scared to post it it's also really short but i'm a bit proud of it i mean... did you saw those poetic words?

[kovacs-of-courage]

Twilight stalked the cold, swirling mountainside for his prey.

He endured the blinding snowstorm, the numbness that’d overtaken his hands, and the many attempted ambushes--in an effort to right a terrible, terrible wrong. He couldn’t peer through the dense fog of the storm, not with his eyes of man.

He was stumbling into oblivion, and he would return.

Again, and again.

It’d been sometime since he’d felt this compelled to act, to stray from the path of his responsibilities and take on a grievance of his own. He’d decided to stray from the group during the dead of night, after they’d all left to attend to their own duties, or head to their beddings.

They’d followed the shadow northward, chasing it across miles of screaming dark and echoing wilderness. They’d traveled beyond the borders of their hyrules, most of them anyway, and arrived at the base of a swirling mountain--a frozen monument of ice and rock and snow.

During their pursuit, they came across a village under fire. They were lucky to arrive when they did, as the last of the town’s guards had fallen victim to the serrated teeth, and monstrous blades of their attackers. Twilight saw to avenge the dead among the townspeople, as did the rest of his brothers.

Not a single soul died under their watch.

Twilight only wished they’d arrived sooner.

In the aftermath, Twilight did what he could to comfort the survivors. It was with the greatest sorrows that he paid his respects. Grief was a wound without end, a void that consumed all in the heart that once held love. The villagers reminded him of his family in Ordon, from the close-knit nature of their community, to the fact they were a town on the edges of Hyrule's borders--far away from the eyes of the crown.

There was one woman, in particular, that drove the familiar feeling home.

She was a mother, expecting her second child. They’d met during the attack, his first words to her being an order to stay behind him. He’d tried to meet her on calmer footing, following the battle, trying to see if he could help in some way. Twilight found the woman in her cabin--what was left of it, given that the roof was half caved in--sobbing breathlessly into the splintered remains of her couch.

The woman (Sariah, her name was) had lost everything in the attack. In a matter of hours, her entire world, and reasons for continuing on were taken from her. Sariah didn’t know Twilight, nor did Twilight know her, yet it was in their sparse connection that she was comfortable exalting the untold stresses of what just occurred. She put images of Uli in Twilight’s mind, her adoration and love for her family shining through the black clouds of her grief.

Sariah’s husband had enlisted in the village guard, a competent swordsman--like Rusl, ready to protect his home by any measure. And by any measure he did, as he was one of the first slain. Photographs of him and Sariah littered the walls of the house, preserved moments of better days.

Her son, a boy of a mere nine years, was taken soon after Twilight and the others intervened--one of the monster’s captives, to be presumably dragged back to their camp and devoured. The idea made Twilight’s blood run cold, and his teeth grit like colliding glaciers.

It was a bitter, repulsed rage, the type that screamed at him to act--to right this wrong, to avenge this travesty. Twilight thought of what he’d do if Rusl had died, and Uli was left alone in the world, unable to even have a proper funeral for her son.

He was almost unable to fathom the level of anger it’d summon, the shaking, primal desire to meet those responsible with the edge of his blade. He was supposed to protect people, meant to stop these injustices before they happened. It brought a haze of guilt and frustration that clogged his senses.

He knew one thing, however.

This could not go unpunished.

Twilight swore to Sariah then that he’d find her son, vowing to give her some semblance of closure--and left the cabin.

It’d been some time since he’d driven himself into abandon, not since he’d rushed to save Colin from King Bublin, leaving a slew of corpses in he and Epona’s wake. He was more afraid for Colin’s life than anything else, but the feeling of protective retribution was very much present.

And now he was on the edge of a frozen cliffside, overlooking the warm fires of the monster’s camp below. 

He held the grip of his sword tight, until his knuckles were as white as the snow around him. There were moments that he wondered if there was more to his curse than the transformation of his wolf form, and the markings that adorned his head. When he looked upon packs of monsters, staring into their feral, savage eyes--and saw nothing but prey deserving of culling-- was that truly him?

When he drove his steel into the jugular of an unsuspecting moblin, taking hidden satisfaction in knowing that his loved ones are safer, letting the desire to protect the innocent shatter bones like glass and pulverize skulls-- was he still the same man as he once was?

Twilight gathered himself, reaching for his item pou-

“So, what’s the plan?”

He whipped around to meet the voice, his sword following in tow. It’s tip landed an inch away from the neck of the visitor, the realization quickly turning Twilight’s vigilance to irritation.

It was the Captain, of course.

“Why are you here?” Twilight said, unintended venom coating his words.

Valor didn’t flinch at his near decapitation, nor Twilight’s attitude. He was strangely collected, considering the situation.

“Why do you think?” Valor countered.

Twilight sighed, the thought of a disappointed mentor weighing on his shoulders.

“He sent you, I assume? Should’ve expected it’d be harder to slip by him.”

“Oh, get a grip. I’m here on my own, I figure someone who moonlights as a pack animal would understand why going it alone is a bad idea.” Valor said.

“I appreciate you looking out for me, but I think I can handle a few bokoblins.” Twilight huffed, frustrated that he was even having this conversation. 

Valor opened his mouth to retort, and then hesitated, softening his tone and expression ever so slightly.

“Look, I get it-- You want to shoulder this responsibility alone, that is something personal.”

“You don’t kno-”

“I talked to Sariah, after you left her cabin. I’m not blind, I can put two and two together.”

A silence followed, and both men stared at each other, uncaring of the blistering winds whirling around them.

“...So you know why I’m doing this.”

Valor nodded.

“You aren’t wrong to do this, any of us would do the same. I thought you’d understand that” Valor said, a twinge of regret bleeding through his voice.

Twilight glanced to the side, a kernel of shame burgeoning in the back of his mind.

“Look, if you want to keep walking this road--I won’t stop you. Just know--this burden is not yours alone.”

Twilight looked to Valor, staring back at him--and nodded.

“I understand...thank you”

Valor smiled, fierce pride burning bright within him.

“Then I think we’re settled, unless you’d still prefer me to leave?”

Twilight chuckled.

“Only if you can’t keep up.”

[imkillerbae]

Hello I hope you’re having a good day/night!

Not sure if your looking for request or ideas but thought I’d throw this out there in case you are.

Yoru and reader who recently got together get into an argument because he hardly acknowledges her in front of the others. Reader thinks it’s because he is ashamed of her. While in truth Yoru is just anxious about getting teased or causing reader to have a bad reputation or anything like that.

Anyways reader goes on a mission a few hours later, still angry, and gets seriously hurt. Once Yoru finds out, he freaks out. Angst to hurt/comfort

If you don’t like this then that’s fine and I don’t blame you at all XD.

Are you KIDDING ME? I LOVE THIS IDEA. But damn, ya’ll like angst a lil too much it’s concerning. Thankfully I enjoy making them so that makes me worse. We’re all mentally ill here in the imkillerbae blog. And yes, I am looking for requests. Keep requesting!! It keeps me motivated.

Weak (Part 1) (Valorant Yoru x Fem!Reader)

Part 2

You picked your loadout for the mission, gripping the Vandal with so much force you can hear your gloves grinding against the metal, scratching the paint. You huffed and forced the clip inside the gun with a smack from your wrist, strapping it to yourself. Your eyebrows were still furrowed, ears almost releasing steam. Harbor and Viper look at each other, then back at you.

“Is everything alright kid?” Harbor asks with a smile, concerned. You blow your hair away from your face and clutch the gun tightly. “Yeah,” you spat.

Fuck Yoru. Fuck him. I hope he chokes on his own ego.

You thought it was a good thing, to leave for a mission carrying anger with you. You could’ve used it against the mirror agents, maybe shoot Yoru’s double in the head for good measure. But as fate would have it, that wasn’t the case.

A few hours ago, there was a mission briefing on the 3rd floor, in a large room with chairs placed around a long oval table. Large monitors were positioned on every side, as well as mission briefing papers. You were late because you had to attend to some personal needs of yours. Little did you know, the others that came too early were discussing something else.

“What did Brim say about Raze though?” You heard Phoenix ask. You hide behind the doorway and listen, smiling to yourself. You wanted to spook them.

“Well, let’s say that he wasn’t too happy at first. Not because he doesn’t support us, but because he doesn’t think it’s smart to have relationships with fellow agents. But of course, we know how much of a loverboy that old man is.” KJ giggled.

“Really? He’s not into us dating each other? That seems unfair.” Phoenix complains, and you can almost hear him pout. “It’s a big risk. A collapse in a relationship between people has a ripple effect. It’s not as linear as you think.” Sova comments.

“Well what about you and Y/N, Yoru? Does Brim know? At least he has a clue about me and Jett. Haven’t heard any comments though.”

As you heard that, you blushed. You and Yoru only started dating 2 weeks ago. Well, dating in its broadest sense. You and him shared mutual feelings for each other for a long time now, maybe even ever since you got into the protocol.

“Still below me in target practice? Cmon Y/N, I know you can do better,” he would tease, laying his elbow on your head just to further humiliate you with your shortness. You try to punch his side playfully, and he dodges, smirk getting wider.

“Wipe that smirk off of your face. You haven’t seen the last of me yet Yoru.” You rolled your eyes, smiling before turning to the range. “Wipe if off for me then,” he huffs, bending down and smiling to your face. You didn’t know whether you wanted to punch him or kiss him. Maybe a bit of both.

Somehow your banter turned into flirting, and before you knew it, he was confessing his love for you. That was two weeks ago, when you were both assigned to scout an area. You’ve known him for a while now, and you always knew him as curt and upfront. But that day, you saw him as someone who was shy, someone who was scared of his own heart.

“Sumanai. I don’t know why I feel this way, and I don’t wanna hassle you. But I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I’ve been meaning to tell you that I love you Y/N. I love you.”

Most importantly, someone who gathered up the courage to be vulnerable enough to hand their heart to someone else.

“We’re not a thing,” Yoru replied coldly to Phoenix, and you heard your heart shatter from the piercing words.

“Huh? Wait I thought you two were dating,” KJ sounded surprised, mainly because you told her everything about you and Yoru. “No? We’re not dating, where did you even get that idea.” He huffs, crossing his arms. “I don’t know? You guys are inseparable, you always look for each other, the nicknames? That kinda gave it away,” Phoenix reasons.

“Nope, nothing’s going on between us. Cmon guys, don’t be crazy.” You decided that you’ve heard enough and came out from behind the wall, smiling with gritted teeth. You didn’t see it, but Yoru tensed immediately as he heard you speak. You give them a smile, taking your seat next to Sova.

“Alright, ready up! Everyone take their seats,” Brimstone enters the room, Viper beside him. Sage was on vacation, you suddenly remember.

“Y/N?” KJ calls, eyeing you. Are you okay? She says with her eyes, and you nod. “Oh man, sorry, I didn’t mean to stir anything here. Was just curious, I swear.” Phoenix held his hands up as he sensed how tense Yoru was. He just made a huge mistake. He didn’t mean for you to hear those lies he made up.

He stood from his seat on the table to sit next to you but he was immediately stopped. “Gekko! Can you sit next to me please? I wanna play with Wingman before I deploy. To calm the jitters ya know?” You smiled at the green haired boy, and he eagerly smiles back. “Sure! Wingman likes you a lot anyways. Save me a seat buddy!” He releases Wingman, and he dashes across the table, saving the seat for Gekko. For a moment, you met eyes with Yoru, and he gave you a glare, while you returned it with a side-eye.

Yoru instead sits across you, but during the entire meeting, you did not look at him. You only hugged Wingman as he slept in your arms, listening to Brimstone and Gekko’s flustered mess of jokes. Yoru in turn just sat there, miserable, watching you flirt with a tennis ball. He wanted to kick Gekko’s head off his shoulders at that moment.

After the meeting, you immediately stood up from your seat (after excusing yourself from Gekko and Wingman of course) and quickly walked to the elevator, trying to avoid Yoru. He catches up with you as you enter it, pressing on the B1st floor button rapidly. As it closes, he slips in a teleportation orb in the elevator. And before you could blink, he was already towering over you.

“Don’t talk to me,” you spat, glaring at him with so much anger you could burn a hole in between his eyes. Your eyes watered as you glared, fists clenched and ready to hit him if he ever took a step closer. His look softens. He didn’t mean to hurt you.

“Y/N, listen—”

“Listen? Seriously?! I listened plenty an hour ago! ‘We’re not a thing,’ then what are we? What am I? Some sort of toy you play with when it’s convenient?”

“No you’re not. Listen, I didn’t want them to know—”

“I know damn well why. I’m not as strong as Skye, or as pretty as Neon. I’m the girl you settled for. I’m not enough to inflate that huge ego of yours.”

“What?” Now he was also getting angry, the blood rising from his neck. “Hang on, what the fuck are you implying? That I’m ashamed of you?” His voice rises, a fist landing above your head with a loud bang. You flinch, but don’t let it show.

“As if that wasn’t obvious already. You barely acknowledge me anytime we’re with the others but morph into someone else when we’re alone. Someone I don’t even think exists anymore.” You held back your tears as best as you can, voice quivering.

“You’re crazy,” Yoru accuses, and you gasp. The nerve of this asshole!

“Crazy? That’s rich coming from someone who confessed one minute and the next, he pretends I don’t exist.”

“When did this become about me? I’m trying to explain—”

“It’s always been about you! You, you, you! You’re selfish, egocentric and fucking heartless! I can’t even understand how you say ‘I love you’ without knowing the meaning of the word.” You snap at him, breathing hard.

He stares at you, eyes dark and clouded. He slowly retracts his arm and backs away from you, standing with closed fists. His blood was boiling in his head, he wanted to yell back. But he loved you too much to say anything hurtful. Why couldn’t you see that? And did you really see him that way?

The elevator chimes, and the door opens. It hangs there for a while until he spoke. “Fine. Think whatever the hell you want. I don’t care.” He says with gritted teeth. He quietly steps out of the elevator, leaving you there, silently weeping.

[caramel1mochi]

ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader]

Heya everyone!

This is it, the winner of the vote! I totally didn't spend a few days trying to get the title right. Japanese people, don't come for me!

I kinda wish the Chamber one won (try saying that out loud) because I have so many good ideas for my KING but maybe after this one's done we'll get to him!! I don't blame people for voting for Yoru, though, he's so much more lenient and... just doesn't care, haha.

Anyway, this might be slow at first, what with how avoidant Yoru is, but I promise it gets good. Hope it's a good read!

❤ฺ·。

Yoru x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

To say you were unlucky would be a grand understatement. To also say this day had an awful start would be stupid, because that implied that your days usually had a good start. And if you were to list off all the things that went wrong, you’d be here for hours. Which is exactly what you and Tala did once your schedules for once aligned, and you met up at a cafe after so long.

Yep, that’s right. You spent hours explaining to her everything that went wrong this week. And with permission, she had a grand time laughing at some of the mishaps that made it look like you were cursed by the gods or something.

Tala caught her breath and lifted her head to meet your gaze, holding back tears.

“Wait, wait– let me get this straight, even with three warnings, your boss didn’t fire you?!”

“No joke, I’m as stumped as you.”

“And you’re also infamous for your misfortune with them! Didn’t you get this job just last week?”

You crossed your arms, smiling.

“I am now!”

“Okay, wait, hear me out– what if you’re really just cursed? Like, maybe you rejected some guy and he paid a witch to cast a spell on you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah? And Manuel said it’s because I didn’t ask my grandma for a blessing before I left, or I don’t pray hard enough.”

As you spoke, you grabbed your bag and placed it on the table, digging through it to find something.

“And this one time, his girlfriend gave me this to help me with my luck.”

You slammed a block of wood on the table, a splinter flying across the surface. And just the sight of it made Tala burst out in laughter again, quickly wiping away the tears that narrowly escaped. In fact, her previously dazzling pigtails had gotten more and more dishevelled throughout this conversation the more she laughed and struggled to keep herself together. Even people were starting to look.

“I’m scared to open the gift he gave me today. He said it’s supposed to ward off bad spirits–”

“There’s more?!”

You nodded, taking out a small black box and setting it in front of you on the table. This immediately drew her attention away from the wood. In fact, it concerned her.

“Wait, this looks like a… hold on, he wasn’t proposing, was he?”

“He has a girlfriend!”

She giggled, before stretching out the palm of her hand expectantly.

“Hand me that thing, I wanna see.”

“No! What if it’s a prank?”

“And? What’s the worst that could happen, confetti ruins your hair? Very scary.”

She pointed at your messy bob, not as well-kempt as her own hair. And not messy in a flattering way, it looked scruffy. The chaos that followed you ruined your day and your looks, so, at this point, why even bother?

“What if it’s something dangerous? Like, a snake or a spider, and it bites us?”

“Fine, okay, let’s go somewhere where we can open up the box safely. If it’s a frog, it’ll jump out, right?”

You stared at her for a second, then the present once more. The plan didn’t sound as bad. You’d have to open the thing eventually, right? Might as well do it right next to your friend, now.

Then, she grabbed the slab of wood and knocked twice, brows furrowed with a smile. This comforted you, in a way.

“Alright! Somewhere safe… I can do that.”

“Good, let’s go, I don’t have all day!”

She grabbed her drink, then you by the wrist and pulled you out before you could gather all your things. And of course, you left the slab of wood on the table by accident.

❤ฺ·。

You knew what she meant by that final comment. Out of all of your inconveniences, the worst thing that happened was Tala’s sudden disappearance. For months, all contact was lost, and nobody knew where she was. Even when she came back, she’d return for a few hours before disappearing again. Her answer? ‘Work’. 

But your mind instinctively focused on something much worse.

“Ow, ease up! My arm!”

She giggled awkwardly, quickly letting go. 

“Sorry, I’m used to being rough, you know?”

“You don’t say.”

A red rim formed around your wrist where she held you, and you rubbed it in annoyance. A little more pressure, and she could’ve easily broken your hand. Nevertheless, you continued down the path you both walked down on, your destination being a forest. Or, if you were lucky, some park right around the corner.

“You were so scrawny before you disappeared, Tala. Are you gonna tell me what this ‘job’ is, yet?”

“I don’t want to get in trouble if I do tell you.”

You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t meet her gaze since she walked faster than you did. But somehow, she felt your concern rising, turning to look at you with an awkward expression. Maybe she should go back to practising how to keep secrets.

“Okay! Hear me out. You’re luckless, yeah? What if your luckless-ness… passes on to me, or whatever, then you discover what my job is by accident.”

That’s also mostly why people avoided associating with you, too, but that’s by the by. With an eye roll, you walked past her up the concrete stairs, making your way down the less dilapidated pathway. She quickly ran up behind you, somehow catching up to you within the blink of an eye. At first, you thought it was unnatural, but you got used to her speed.

“Come on, you can’t tell me the plan isn’t solid!”

“Solid like jelly, Tala. Let’s get this over with, I’m throwing the box away.”

“Lighten up, Y/N. Who knows, maybe this will turn your luck around?”

You slipped the box out of your bag again, walking up a small hill in a park you both entered a while ago. There were groups of people behind you, so you both purposely went to a spot where you’d both be alone.

“Last time I said that, I almost got diagnosed with diabetes!”

“That’s because you’re always freaked out, seriously!”

She stopped and spread out her arms, as if to tell you to observe the area you both found yourself in.

“Look at this park. It’s innocent and stuff. There’s even kids here! But I bet there’s still something scaring you about this place right now, yeah?”

You looked around, the ever so familiar sensation of anxiety creeping up on you, along with many possibilities of your death. But you also don’t want to let her have this win. 

“No way, I’m not scared. This place is nice.”

“Okay, open the box.”

You stared at her for a few seconds, before awkwardly giggling.

“Uh… What do you, what do you mean?”

“You’re not scared, right? So, open it!”

Tala gestured to the gift in your hand with an incredibly mischievous expression, watching her point get proven right just by the way your left eye twitched. Then, you looked down at the tiny object, mind running wild with possibilities. If it wasn’t a cobra that would lunge at you, what if it was the hatching eggs of a bug? Like, a roach or something, and it’ll burst all over you if you open it. Worse, what if it’s a bomb? Maybe a smell bomb that would make both of you pass out if you inhale too much. Wait, do those even exist?

You quickly handed it to her before your mind could come up with something else, smiling.

“You’re the muscular one, right? I’ll let you take care of it.”

She stared at you with a raised eyebrow, before rolling her eyes and taking it.

“You’re such a chicken, Y/N.”

“I’m not a chicken! It’s… heightened survival senses.”

Tala laughed, taking a few steps back and opening the box.

“Heightened survival senses?! Did your mom tell you that?”

She absolutely did. Of course she would, your mother would never outright call you spineless to your face. That would be rude… and unlucky.

“Shut up and open it.”

“I did, it’s just some bracelet!”

Tala tossed the object at you, the gold quickly bouncing the moonlight off of it moments before it landed on your hand. And she was right. It was just some bracelet, probably pawned or made up of fake gold. Or something like that.

Putting it on your right wrist, and you quickly sighed in disappointment at a new discovery.

“It doesn’t fit.”

You held up your hand and watched the accessory slide down your arm, dangling on your elbow. Of course, Tala simply gave you a wry smile at such an unlucky revelation. To be fair, the least Manuel could’ve done was get your measurements, but it seemed like he nicked some random bracelet and handed it to you as a joke.

“Look on the bright side, if it’s real gold, you can sell it.”

“Sure, we might even get to split the cash.”

She smiled and grabbed your wrist, fixing the bracelet’s position.

“No way, with your luck? You need the money more than I do. Who knows? Maybe you could invest in a mansion.”

“And then an earthquake comes and destroys the mansion.”

You turned your gaze away and sat on the grass. Well, sat is an elegant word, considering you just plopped on the ground and laid your chin on your hand. Tala noticed this, slowly stepping up and taking a seat right next to you, her eyes on yours. The mood seemed to have shifted, and she clearly got concerned.

“Yo, you’re not pissed about the bracelet, right?”

“Pissed? No way. It’s not that bad. On the bright side, I can use it to strangle Manuel when I see him tomorrow.”

You mocked her way of speech, and earned a giggle from her. Then, you heard buzzing around you, jumping and rapidly looking around. Tala noticed this, getting up alongside you with her ever-so-familiar dismissive eye roll.

“Relax, it’s just a fly.”

Just as she said that, a loud smack echoed through the air around you; and the bug fell onto the grass. You couldn’t help but sneer at this.

“Gross, you kill flies with your hands?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

You met her gaze, still harbouring the disgusted expression. Your friend, on the other hand, quickly got defensive.

“You know what’s even more gross? A fly laying eggs on you!”

“What?”

“That’s right. If you don’t kill it, it’ll land on your head and lay eggs. Then, they’ll be embedded in your skin forever.”

You laughed and jokingly elbowed her.

“That’s so filthy!”

“You’ll become a bug, Y/N! Trust me on that. You’ll grow wings, and big red eyes, and– and…”

She quickly turned her gaze away, putting one hand on her chin as she pondered.

“Hey, what do bugs do again?”

You raised an eyebrow. You weren’t even sure what they could do besides lay eggs and eat faeces, and probably vomit some acid to melt food, but you knew it wasn’t turning humans into one of their own. Then, you winced once you heard another buzzing around you, swatting the fly away. And, even though you were too embarrassed to admit it, you partly believed Tala’s egg theory. You stood up to slap the persistent bug away from you in fear.

“These stupid flies, they’re everywhere! Where are they coming from?!”

Tala simply watched you with a cheeky smile, not bothering to help.

“Hey, maybe they wanna lay eggs on you. Your hair might make a good nest.”

“Help me out?!”

She laughed, sitting with her legs crossed and angling her body towards you. Another fly appeared from nowhere, and they began to buzz around you. And despite your frantic waving, it didn’t help.

“I think I'll just watch. Don’t wanna gross you out.”

You started to grow angrier, the air letting out an audible whoosh as you slapped them away. 

And after a few seconds, Tala looked around in concern once she felt something stop around her.

“Gah! Get out of my face, you stupid son of a b–”

Then, a loud bang deafened both you and Tala; a strong gust of wind sweeping both of you off your feet. But with unnatural speed, Tala grabbed you and you held each other for safety.

And when you opened your eyes, terror surged through you.

[ask-riftwalker]

i cHANGED HIS PFP TO THE SINGULAR PHOTO I HAVE OF HIM SMILING

jett added the flares. hopefully he doesnt notice. no one tell him aight?

much love, jamie

[welcome2thesnackzone]

HEY!! I’m Ethan, Eth for short - He/Him/They

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[illubean]

Hello. I am here to request a Yoru X male reader with Yoru acting cocky. I feel like we don’t get enough of that— writers often make him soft in fanfics, but I want to see him act shamelessly arrogant (and for good reason). The genre is up to you, but maybe some sort of action-packed/mid-fight scene would be good. Thank you for your time. :]

Mr. Arrogant

Characters: Ryo "Yoru" Kiritani Type: Fluff?, Oneshot, Gn!reader

IM CRYING I PRACTIALLY HAD THIS DONE THEN A POWEROUTAGE HIT I know the request was for male!reader but I couldn't really find a spot to specify it im sorry >.< anyways reader's abilities are vaguely inspired by kiriko from overwatch

Warnings: none

To say Yoru pissed you off would be an understatement. The self proclaimed 'lone wolf' of the protocol's cocky and arrogant personality made him insufferable to work with. By no means was he bad at what he does, but god was he annoying.

Especially as an agent with healing abilities. Despite his refusal to be a team player, he expects you to come help him at any beck and call. You do anyways because it's your job and, unlike him, you value teamwork. That doesn't make it any less irritating though.

Today had been like any other mission with Yoru. You holding down a site while he ran off to god knows where. The two of you were sent to check out lotus, making sure everything was in order. But what no one expected was for a full team of mirror agents to be there.

"A little help here, asshole!? They're all A!" you yell through comms, trying your best to hold down the fort on your own. Currently, you were cornered in tree where you had to watch for doors and the entrance to site. You huff in annoyance at his lack of a response, shooting your pistol while trying to keep the enemies at bay.

After a few moments you hear the faint sound of the rift walker ripping through the dimensional fabric. From what you could tell, he had probably teleported to drop. You finally made your way out of your hiding spot at the sound of 2 shots from his sheriff and 2 bodies of the omega earth agents hitting the ground.

"Surprise. Idiot."

From what you could tell, there were two sets of footsteps coming from main and another one from stairs. Yoru went to push main, paying no mind to you, fully confident in his ability to take each and every enemy out on his own. You roll your eyes at his behavior, waiting for the enemy who was at stairs to peek out, taking them down.

You snapped your head around to your companion at the sound of a pained grunt.

"Need healing!"

Despite his call out, he continued to push the two remaining enemies.

"I can't heal you if you keep moving, dumbass! Stay in my range!" You run after him, tossing one of your healing charms towards his feet.

"What? Can't keep up?"

You could practically hear the smirk on his face through this remark. The sound of gunshots ceased as Yoru took out the last of the mirror agents, finally standing still for you to run up to him.

After approaching him, you did a few hand signs before placing them on Yoru's shoulders with a soothing glow. You glance at his face to see him wearing a smug expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"What would you do without me? You were barely able to take one of them out on your own. Am I just that much better than you?"

Your eye twitched slightly as you removed your hands, ceasing your healing. Oh how he pissed you off.

"Oh? Did I ruffle a feather?" he says, smirk growing wider across his face.

Your feathers were in fact RUFFLED.

Without a word or a second thought, you punched the man in his shoulder before yanking him by his collar into a chaste kiss.

You pulled away and got a good look at his face. His cocky expression was now replaced with one of shock as his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you Mr. Arrogant?"

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