#jett x y/n

[bouncybongfairy]

Hiii, could you please do a live action jet x reader smut? Where the reader is a water bender and he meets her when he meets sokka and Katara, she knows hes kind of a bad person but she can't help being into him. You don't have to do exactly that, just a idea!

Rude Boy

Jett x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Needing to take a break from travel, your group stops to rest in the Earth Kingdom village of Gaipan. After meeting Jett and the Freedom Fighters, you can't help but be charmed by his bad boy persona. He invites you out to the city for a wild night.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Rough Smut.

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You guys had been flying for hours and the sun was starting to go down. Anng decided that they would find somewhere to set up camp for the night. Appa was getting tired so they needed somewhere soon and Gaipan was the nearest village. Nothing seemed off at first, Katara and Sokka were arguing about the most efficient way to set up their tent. Anng made sure Appa was comfortable when Jett and the Freedom Fighters made their appearance. After they explained their disposition, they joined you around the fire. Jett was sitting right next to you, telling these lavish stories of glory and riches. Katara wasn’t impressed by his show boating and was disappointed you weren’t seeing it. After he was out of ear shot, all she could talk about was how he was a bad guy and not to be trusted. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t see the signs that he was up to no good. You just didn’t give a fuck. His dominant personality was quite charming. How he didn’t tolerate anything he was unhappy with. You loved everyone in the group and have grown to be like family. However, being happy-go lucky and optimistic all the time was emotionally taxing. As Katara used her water bending to put out the fire, Jett pulled you aside. 

“Hey I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come into town with me later tonight?” He asked. 

“Oh uh- yeah I think I would be able to sneak away,” you said, looking over to see if anyone was watching. 

“Great, I'll meet you here, in an hour or two,” he says while catching up with his group. 

You were practically snaking with excitement. For so long, you’d been surrounded with morality and sunshine. You were excited to break away from that, do something that made you feel alive. Laying on your back in the tent, waiting until you felt everyone was actually asleep. Your heart was racing, trying to avoid anything on the ground that could make noise. Jett was waiting for you where he said, resting his hands on the handles of his hook swords. He smiled once he saw you, joking about how he was starting to think you bailed. 

“No, not at all! I’m really looking forward to seeing the night life in the city,” you explained. 

“Well, I’m excited to show you.” he said, holding his hand out for you to take. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you reached the night market he was intent on visiting. It was really nice, several food stands that were making your mouth water. He pulled out a large bag of coins, and made your eyes widen a little. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw that much money in one place. Never giving you a straight answer when you asked how he acquired the money. The mysteriousness was only adding to his bravado. After walking the full length of the market, he took you to a really scenic spot. At the top of a hill, overlooking all the lights in the city. Laying on a bed of soft grass while enjoying the view. 

“So how did you really get all that money?” you asked, laying your head against his shoulder; admiring his side profile. 

“The less you know the better,” he chuckled. 

“It’s okay if it’s bad. I know the group I'm with isn’t the most open minded but the Fire Nation made the world like this. Impossible to survive so why can’t we break a few rules to withstand their wrath you know?” you explained. 

“Finally, someone that gets it,” he said, turning to face you.

Your lips were only a couple inches from his. Smelling the alcohol on his breath from a drink he’d gotten earlier that night. Everything about him was just so unacceptable, his attitude, outlook on life and his moral compass was so wrong. You were tired of trying to figure out why that was so intriguing. Shamelessly giving in to your temptations. Wanting to test the waters slowly, you brush your bottom lip against his. In return he melts his mouth into yours. Running his tongue over your lip, grabbing your face with his hands. Breathing hard out your nose, trying to get air in when you could. He rolled on top of you, pressing his pelvis into yours. Starting to kiss and nip at your neck as the two of you rock your hips together. He sits up abruptly, your lips separating with a wet pop sound. Now on his knees, he pulls out his hook swords and tosses them to the side. 

For the few seconds he was hovering over you with the blades, your skin prickles with goosebumps. He looked so powerful and menacing, it made you feel hazy. Dropping back down, his hands coming down hard on either side of your head. You flinched a little, which made him chuckle before pulling your top off. Of course, you eagerly help him remove it. Your back arched off the ground as he took one of your nipples into his mouth. Swirling and flicking his tongue while pinching and pulling at the other. Your head falling back against the grass, both mind and body fully engulfed with pleasure. Your clit was aching and feeling yourself getting wetter wasn’t helping. 

“Can I ride you?” you asked. 

“No, I wanna fuck you until you’re braindead,” he says, flipping you onto your stomach. 

Pushing your ass up and grinding against his leaking member. Spreading his pre-cum all over your skin before focusing his tip on your entrance. Teasing for a few moments before burying himself inside your heat. He started rocking his hips slowly, pulling out fully before sliding back in. Biting and sucking hickies on your shoulder. Trying his best not to animalistically pound you into the ground. Moaning every time he fully pressed his cock inside you; his head kissing your cervix every time he snapped his hips. Your head was turned to the side, perfect angle for him to shove two fingers into your mouth. Massaging your tongue and prodding down your throat. Letting out a moaning as you gagged and drooled. Wet slapping sounds came from how hard he was thrusting. Taking his hand out of your mouth and brushing the hair out of your face so he could see your expressions. Spreading your drool all over your face in the process, while making patronizing cooing noises at you. Your body went limp, barely audible uh-uh-uh’s coming out of your mouth. Seeing you turned into a fucked out pile of need was steering him closer to climax. Having no remorse and using your body for pleasure was his only goal. Pounding away at you with such force, your skin was becoming sore and reddened. Pressing his full body weight into you, pulling your hair to expose your neck and biting down as he came. Snapping his hips into you every time he shoots thick ropes of cum into your belly. Grunting and growling into your neck as he rode out his high. He got the two of you semi dressed before passing out where you two laid in the grass. Too fucked out to care about the repercussions and responsibilities that tomorrow holds.

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[no-one-at-all75]

hii so i saw this thing where jett was known to have a toxic attitude to other ppl or wtv and i was wondering if you can do where jett and reader are friends and jett had a crush on reader but one day reader snapped at jett and left because reader was fed up with her toxicity. Your choice if u want to make it a happy or sad ending.

Omgggggg I saw this and knew I had to do it! I’ll make it ANGSTY because we have lots of fluff already on here.

Also, very sorry I just saw your request today. I tried to get this out as soon as I could. Let me know of any spelling errors!!

Sick of Your Shit (Gender Neutral)

Jett x Reader angst

Word count: 1,896

Warning: Very harsh language and death

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“Yo (Y/N)!” Jett’s voice rang out through the Valorant Protocol, making you look up from your laptop and sit up in your seat. You look towards where the voice was coming from. You watch as Jett walks down the hall, a dirty smirk on her face and her hands in her sweater. You give her a soft smile and turn back to your laptop and continue to code and program a gadget you’ve been working on.

“Oh. Hey Jett. What’s up?” You causally respond as you semi focus on her and mostly focus on the black screen with green text in front of you. She swiftly jumps into the air and lands right next to you on the couch you were sitting at and puts her face right between you and the computer screen. She then groans and you give her a slight giggle.

“(Y/NNNNNNNNN)……. You’ve been working on this for like 3 months. Can you stop being such a total loser and hang out with me or anyone for once?” She asks as she lays her head on your keyboard which makes a line of ‘G’s appear on the screen. You panic a little and lift up her head with one hand trying to click backspace to erase the mistaken line. Jett makes her head as heavy as possible, which causes you to drop her head onto your keyboard, this time making a line of ‘K’s appear. You decide to give up and look down at her.

“Well it’s something I want to get out onto the battlefield as soon as possible. KJ and Raze have been heckling me about this ‘crazy new contraption’ I’ve been working on and I want to get it done.” You explained as you look down into Jett’s grey eyes. Her face scrunches up a bit then looks over to the other side of the couch where your little project was sitting. She rolls onto her side, picking up her head from your keyboard, and reaches for your invention.

“This thing? I’d hardly call it anything amazing.” She says as she grabs it yanking it off of the cord that was connected to your laptop. You wince a bit as she lightly juggles with it in her hands. You shake your head a bit and go back to the code screen which now reads a big flashing ‘ERROR’ making you lean your head back into the soft couch cushion in defeat.

You look over to see Jett using her wind to bring your invention into the air and drop it down. She catches it flawlessly with one hand as if she has been practicing this trick since she was born. You bite your cheek and continue to watch until it lands in her hand and she gives you a challenging smile.

“If you really care about this so much… then go FETCH dog!” She giggles as she launches your poor machine down the hall making your scramble to get up. As soon as you reached the entrance way to the hall you saw the gadget land on the floor and shatter into a million pieces. You look down in defeat as Jett walks up next to you laughing.

“Oh well (Y/N). Better catch it next time huh?” She mocks as she leaves you looking at the thing you’ve been working on tirelessly for the past 3 months. You let your shoulders drop and let your head hang in sadness.

“Yup, I’ll catch it next time for sure.” Your voice cracking as your throat gets tighter. Your stomach is doing flips as you approach your broken toy, tears threatening to spill, but you push them back. You kneel to the ground and pick up every small piece, not knowing that KJ was just down the hall and saw everything. She walks over to your hunched frame and places her hand on your back.

“Hey (Y/N). Everything ok?” She asks sweetly. You sniff a bit and look up. You see her brown eyes looking at you with concern. You attempt to give her a smile, but it never came.

“Oh, hey KJ. Yea I’m ok. I just accidentally tripped while holding my little guy and…” Your sentence gets caught in your throat as your rise from the floor, holding bits of metal and plastic that are digging into your skin. KJ looks at your cupped hands and sees the little bits of the machine. She looks back at you and smiles.

“Come on, I’ll help you rebuild it and help you code it too if you’d like.” She offers as she retracts her hand from your shoulder and turns around expecting you to follow her to her lab. Your eyes light up at the opportunity.

“Wait. Really? You sure it’s no trouble? I know you have a lot to work on and I’d hate to-“ KJ cuts you off as she starts walking away and giggling.

“Ah (Y/N). It’s no trouble really! It would be my pleasure to help a fellow comrade and friend. Also, Raze would like to hang out with you too. So let’s not keep her waiting ok?” KJ turns and gives you a smile. You smile back and run a bit until you are at her side then walk with her to her lab.

Rebuilding your invention only took 3 days with KJ and Raze’s help. KJ taught you some better code while Raze make it basically indestructible, well, until someone activates it. Your gadget was basically a claymore that could follow an enemy when they trip it and could stick to walls. You thanked them profusely for their help as you exited their lab and walked to your room, prototype in hand and ready to use.

You let Brimstone know that you were finally finished constructing your newest invention. He happily put you on the next mission as a ‘test run’ he put it. You excitedly placed your little guy in your pack and left for your mission. Your squad consisted mostly of sentinels and duelists, the objective was to eliminate any enemies on the site. You wiggled in anticipation on the plane as you landed in Fracture. Cypher and Raze went to set up at B and scout it out while you and Jett went and set up at A. Jett let out a little scoff under her breath as you both walked over to A site to set up. She looked down at you giving you a side eye.

“So, did you fix your trash?” She asked her smirk appearing on her face again. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at her in sadness. She knew that you worked hard on your trash and she knew that you were so passionate about it, so why is she being like this?

“Yea I fixed it and improved it. I’m taking it on a test run today so hopefully it goes well.” You gave her a hopeful smile, she scoffs again as you turn back looking ahead.

“Honestly (Y/N).” Jett broke the silence, her voice piercing your soul. “I don’t even know why we are friends. I mean, why would I be friends with a shut in like you? I should just hang out with someone cooler like Phoenix or Yoru. They are actually fun and don’t hang in their room all day programing and making things.” She added a small laugh at the end of her insult. You let out a defeated sigh and look over at her. Her hands are behind her head as she walks next to you, her eyes looking forward not seeing your defeated expression.

You decide not to respond, not wanting to waste any oxygen on her. You get onto site and start to set up your machine, placing it in arcade so if they try to sneak up from behind you’ll know. You smile to yourself not knowing Jett was right behind you watching you. She snuck up behind you and took your gadget from where it was placed and lifted it up above your head. You whip your head around and look at it with worried eyes, you feel your eyes sting as you helplessly watch as she effortlessly glides it up with her wind.

She chuckles as she keeps it from you and keeps it in the air. You watch as she launches it into the wall, but this time it doesn’t break. You let out a small breath, but you don’t let it out all yet. She grumbles in disappointment and picks it up again before you can reach it and launches it again into another wall. It doesn’t break. She continues this, making noise, hitting your invention across every surface she can find to try and break this open.

“Jett…” You softly say as she continues to throw it like a toy. You watch as she gets more and more frustrated with it not breaking.

“Jett.” You say more firmly. She doesn’t stop. Ringing starts in your ears.

“Jett!” You yell, no longer having your soft tone that you usually have.

“One more.” She whispers to herself as she gives it her all, launching it as hard as she could.

“JETT!” Your voice rings out, louder than the wind that has been whooshing around for the past minute. She looks at you, her cold eyes meet yours. You don’t break your gaze, even when you hear the crash of your machine breaking in half. You hold her gaze, you feel your veins fill with fire, you feel your cheeks get hot. Jett’s usual cold stare softens a bit, her mouth slightly opens as she watches you.

“Jett, you are such a fucking bitch! I don’t fucking hang out with you because you fucking do this shit!” You almost scream as tears spill from your eyes in frustration. Her face drops completely, like a child being scolded.

“It’s no wonder I hate being with you. You fucking degrade me all the time, make me feel like shit, you throw my things around like they don’t matter! Like nothing I do matters to you! Fuck off with your bullshit Jett! I’m so fucking over you its insane! I only deal with you anymore because I have to because you are an ally!” Your voice is so loud you were sure that Cypher and Raze could hear you… that the enemy could hear you. Jett watches you as her expression turns into sadness, she raises her arm and attempts to put her hand on your shoulder.

“(Y/N)..” She softly says as you rip your shoulder away from her hand.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME YOU FREAK!” You scream at the top of your lungs. You know that’s the one word she hates more than anything, the one thing to make her break. She stops, tears now starting in her eyes as she looks at your red face, at your anger. You turn around and march away from her, going back to the plane to call Brimstone to request your leave from Valorant. You leave her handing there alone, frozen in the same spot you left her in.

“(Y/N).” She says to herself. She brings her hands together and holds them towards her heart as she drops her head. “I- I love you.” Her words fall in the silence until a gunshot rings out, and her body falls onto the grass.

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special halloween episode | valorant protocol

how you spend some time with your colleagues throughout the spooky season.

c.w: swears, not proofread, written on the spot lmao, will edit soon

w.c: 3,095

a.n: happy halloween, everyone! here's a special episode for you all– it'll be hc's + oneshot scenarios, enjoy!

jett , phoenix , yoru

oh boy, this trio.

they knew you were one who's easily startled and gets scared easily and they just had to take that chance this halloween season.

pheonix usually tries to scare you but would often get just a jump or flinch.

"oh, phoenix! didn't see you there, sorry."

made the man upset cause you think he wasn't trying to scare you

jett and yoru points and laugh

"guess you're not as scary as you think you are, huh, pretty boy?"

jett and yoru were like tag team partners

they scared you so bad one time at least three other agents rushed to where you guys were.

"Uhm, hello?" You laughed nervously. "Who's there. . ?"

You just switched the lights off and saw a silhouette by the end of the hallway, it was just standing there eerily and that immediately started your heart pumping fast.

You switched the lights on again and your eyes widened and jaw dropped down to the floor.

The figure just disappeared and the hallway was empty.

You looked around your surrounding with disbelief written across your face. Placing a hand on your mouth.

Calm down, (y/n).

Maybe you were just seeing things? You didn't get a full night's rest last night so maybe your mind was playing tricks on you?

Yeah, yeah that must be it.

You swallowed thickly before testing out your conclusion.

Closing the lightswitch off again, you felt your heart drop, the figure was there, but it seemed. . . closer.

"So-Sova!" You cried out for your help. "Sova get in here!"

You unintentionally switched the lights off again and gasped, seeing the empty hall once again.

You looked around the room once more, it was just you, usually Sova would come walking in right after you called him but. . .

"Fuck, Sova, where are you." You could feel your heart beating hard against your chest and an eerie chill sent shivers down your spine.

"S-Sova. . .?" You called out once again, your eyes not leaving the hall as you held against the lightswitch.

You swallowed thickly, you wanted to leave, but at the same time, there was this stupid curiosity on what would happen if you turn down the lights again.

And you did.

A blood-curdling scream broke through the air and alerted agents that were nearby.

Sova– who was being held back by Jett earlier to enter the room came in first, his face full of worry and fear from that terrifying scream.

"Gaia?!"

As soon as Jett let him come inside, he immediately saw you still screaming with your eyes shut tightly and hands on either side of your head with thorny vines sprouting out of your hair. In front of you was Yoru with his mask on.

The second agent to come in was Reyna, her eye orb was out and was ready to kill anything on sight.

"What is it, what happened?!" She demanded.

And the third agent was Brimstone, who immediately recognized your scream–dropped his coffee, and came busting through the door in panic.

"Gaia?! Kid, what's wrong?!"

Ah, let's just say that Brim wasn't too happy about the two scaring you off and the two received quite an earful from the captain.

Sova got you some ice cream and played barbie on t.v

Also– Cypher got it all on video.

cypher , kay/o , neon

after your previous scare, these three thought it might be a good idea to do it again.

originally, neon was against the idea but fell victim from cypher

surprisingly, the same goes for kay/o

neon just wanted others to experience it as well

it felt unfair that the hacker fucker got her

unfortunately, the unlucky victim was you

you just got in the lounge area together with chamber

the three knew chamber wouldn't be fazed by the scare

but you?

"C'mon, try it!" Neon said with a glint of mischief in her eyes. "It's a very easy game."

You raised an eyebrow before sitting down infront of Cypher's laptop.

"Is it like a maze game?"

There was a simple maze on the screen, you assumed you just needed to get the dot to the other side and so you did, prompting the new maze to come up.

"Oh wow, this is easy."

Cypher nodded, "Yup. It's an old game I scavenged, apparently, it was made years ago."

"So is it like vintage?"

"You could say that."

"Just make sure you don't let the dot hit the surfaces of the maze, otherwise you lose." Kay/o informed.

"Ah, so it's like that wire game?"

Neon nodded, "Exactly."

Chamber, could already tell where this was going, he knew what was going on a mile away and was about to break the news to you but Neon elbowed his side pretty hard and gave him a sharp look.

The next maze had narrower surfaces, so when you accidentally hit the dot to the side. . .

You flinched terribly together with a screech as a scary image flashed in front of the screen, making you lean back to 'get away' from the monitor and throw the mouse wherever.

Ah, poor you.

The three started to laugh at your reaction, but when you suddenly raised your hand to cover your eyes, a vine erupted from the ground and pierced through the laptop's screen.

The three fell silent and looked at you in nervousness.

"You guys are so mean!" You whined, hands still covering your eyes. "I almost had a heart attack!"

The three still gaped at you, wondering when you'll realize that you just broke the laptop.

Chamber let out a handsome laugh, helping you up from the chair, and soothed your back.

"Hush now, nevermind them, ma chérie." He gave the three a stern look, squinting his eyes, "Trust me, it'll come back around."

The three looked at eachother, before simultaneously thinking the same thing.

"Shit."

Cypher lost his hat the next day and found it again with cat ears stitched on top of them– whenever he'd remove it he'll lose it again before finding it in the same situation as before, Neon would often fall victim to jumpscares from "random" videos that would be sent to her by "someone", and Kay/o received broken toasters in front of his room for at least three days.

raze , killjoy , omen

two words. movie night.

probably the chillest moment you'd have this spooky season

the three of you would have a sleepover on the lounge area since sleeping over in another agent's room was prohibited.

so Brim granted the lounge area instead.

planned to binge all horror classics and slasher films

it was originally just you, raze and kj

omen suddenly came in and the three of you invited him over

Now there's the four of you

omen was pretty intrigued with the movies

"So do you kids think you can survive a horror movie?" You asked with a small smirk as you ate your popcorn.

"Ooh, I don't think I could survive the nun." Killjoy answers before Raze gave her a look.

"The nun? Girl, you don't even go to church! How could you even be in that situation?"

"Oh right." The three of you shared a laugh.

"Okay, okay, but honestly?" Killjoy said. "I think I won't survive the ring."

Raze nods eagerly in agreement. "Now that makes sense."

You let out a laugh, "Oh that's so true, you're so nosy in the internet you'd probably watch the video till the end."

"Actually!" Killjoy laughs along before throwing back the question to you.

"How about you, Gaia? Oh! Do you think you'd survive It?"

You thought for a moment. "Probably not, I'd come running to him myself if the It is Bill Skarsgård."

"Ah, the titan's greatest fall. A man." Raze shook said in a playful tone, shaking her head. "Couldn't be me."

"Oh please!" You giggled, "You're saying you won't go running to the predator out of invetor's curiosity?"

"Ah, touché"

"Oooh what about Omen?" Killjoy raised and the three of you looked at the man on the couch, knitting before looking up from his work.

"Me?"

"I think the killers and ghosts altogether would be running away from him." You joked.

To this Omen tilted his head, "That could be fun."

"See?"

Raze laughs, "Freddy kreuger has nothing against our Omen."

"I'm sorry, Michael Myers who?" Killjoy giggled.

"The devil could never!"

"They're all fools." Omen added. "Both the victim and attacker."

"Ah, to that we say Amen, my friend."

It was a pleasant night for the four of you, and when you, kj, and raze eventually fell asleep. Omen carefully covered your bodies with blankets and closed the television before placing his knitted products next to each of you. He made Killjoy a knitted frog, Raze her killer roomba, and you–

Omen gazed down for a moment at your sleeping face. You were the one who invited him to come and join your group earlier and he was thankful. You made him feel like he's apart of something and treated him normally like he was. . .well, a human.

It felt nice.

Omen then placed a knitted totoro next to your head.

"Thank you."

sova , chamber , sage

surprise surprise, brim decided to have a halloween dinner party within the protocol.

you volunteered to make the food

and sage too

it was going well and smoothly

until chamber peeked into the kitchen

"Be grateful, ma chérie. The best cook has arrived to aid you."

you could say that the feast later on would be diverse

now there's three of you

chamber is hella graceful in the kitchen, what the hell

this man is literally just cooking and yet he had such poise and. . .elegance in him.

chamber with his sleeves rolled back?

oui, please

you couldnt help but stare in awe at times

of course, he'd catch your staring and smirk

"focus now, eyes off me."

you'd playfully answer back to him

"but I can't, mon cher. you look absolutely irresistible."

you wink, and he'd shy away from your view. your comebacks are definitely something he doesn't expect. probably because you're the only one who plays along with it.

sage points and laughs.

"chamber, are you blushing?"

". . .mind your cooking."

It was finally time to bake, your favourite part. You caught your reflection from a glass and you sighed.

"Ugh, I look terrible." You uttered. "But at least the food looks good."

"To that, I agree with you, Gaia." Sage expressed as well, and as you turned to look at her, you let out a soft giggle.

"You have flour on your nose." You point

"Oh!" Your fellow colleagues' cheeks went red, laughing sheepishly. "Sorry."

You shook your head, "It's no problem, come here, I'll wipe it off."

Taking a clean paper tissue, you wiped the tip of Sage's nose.

"There, all good." You smiled

"Thank you. . . " Sage tucked a hair behind her ear, peeking at you through her lashes.

"Is everything going alright over here." A new voice entered and the three of you looked at the door.

It was Sova, adorably peeking his head to the side– at least from your perspective.

"Sova!" You beamed. "We're doing alright, but come!" You gestured him to come inside and he obediently did.

"Do you need any help?"

"Actually, I do."

the two of you looked so domestic as you worked, it was making a certain one irritated within the kitchen.

you forced the russian man wear a frilly pink apron

he doesn't seem to mind as soon as he saw your bright face

man tied his hair in a bun and you short circuited for a sec

oh no, he's rolling up his sleeves as well

you steal some respectful glances to him at times

chamber a little salty

"so did you just come here to help her?"

sova would chuckle as he mixed something in a bowl, "The best cook doesn't need my help, no?"

you gave chamber a sly look

"aww, chamber. are you jealous that Sova's helping me and not you?"

It was finally the dinner party, Brimstone made a rule that everyone must strictly wear a costume, and most of the protocol happily obliged.

The common area is where the party was being held, raze and killjoy absolutely did a wonderful job in decorating the place.

"Alright, that's twenty." Yoru smirked mischievously as Jett hesitantly handed him money.

They were betting on what the agents would wear, and Yoru just won for betting that Sage would dress as a witch.

"I hate your face." Jett slumped against the chair, arms crossed. She's dressed as Aang, a cartoon character from an old show called Avatar.

"I thought your arrow is the only thing that's supposed to be blue, why the face too, hm?" Yoru relentlessly teased.

"Think you're gonna win this huh?" Jett sat up properly, puffing her chest. "We still have more to go!"

Yoru pulled up a smug expression.

"We'll see about that."

Raze went as Frankenstein with colored patches of green and stitches drawn artistically on her skin, whilst killjoy went as Frankenstein's bride. Having drawn stitches with two locks of white hair extension on either side of her hair in an updo as well as a short whited puffed dress.

Sova surprisingly went as Dracula, clad in all black together with the high-collared cape and had his beautiful blonde hair down, Chamber walked in dressed in a black suit with a long coat hung over his shoulders, golden rings decorating his fingers; apparently he said he was the Don of the Mafia.

Next came Omen who literally only had cat ears on, then Cypher who dressed as a plague doctor, Phoenix came as prince Naveen from a Disney movie called The Frog Prince – not gonna lie, the royal clothes and crown suited him very well and lastly. . .

"Man, let me join in the bet!" Phoenix complained after hearing about the bets that jett and yoru were having.

"Sure," Yoru agreed with an overconfident smirk. "I like being rich."

"No fair, you called dibs on the easiest guess." Jett groaned. "For sure, Gaia is gonna dress up as a fairy."

"A fairy?" Phoenix questions. "Nah, I'm calling goddess, she'll dress up as a goddess for sure."

Yoru nudged his head to Jett. "Your guess?"

The agent hummed thoughtfully, her hands pressing on her temples.

It was kind of predictable on what you might dress up as– that's just judging based on what they're used to seeing you wear which is pastels. Something magical or fantasy-related, or perhaps something "soft."

"I'm gonna say. . ." Jett squinted her eyes before deciding on her answer. "Angel, possibly an angel."

As soon as those words left Jett's mouth, you arrived just in time to the room.

"Sorry I'm late!" You apologised as you entered, "I had no costume in my closet so I had to improvise."

All eyes fell on you and the room went silent for a moment.

"What the. . ." Phoenix's mouth went agape as he saw what you came in as.

"Oh my gosh. . ." Jett uttered under her breath whilst Yoru almost dropped the cup he was holding, looking at you in shock.

There you stood in a long black silk dress that hugged the shape of your body beautifully with spaghetti straps and a high slit on the side that exposes almost all of your right leg. Sheer black gloves adorned your arms, and your hair was styled in messy waves flowing on your back. On the corner of your mouth was fake blood dripping down to your throat and chest.

You went as a vampire.

This was probably the first time the protocol saw you in a such revealing outfit, you usually had yourself wrapped around in your comfortable oversized fit or pyjamas, and like earlier said, often wore pastels.

Who knew you looked so ravishing in black?!

You definitely gave them a new side of you that they will probably never forget.

"Why are you all staring at me like that?" You questioned awkwardly, before pointing to your mouth "This is fake blood okay?"

That seemed to snap them out of it.

"Gaia, you look spectacular!" Sage complimented as she approached you, followed by Astra, then Killjoy and Raze, all of them showering you with compliments.

"This may sound crazy but I don't even mind that I lost. . ." Yoru comments, still in a daze after seeing you.

"Yeah. . . Same here. . ." Jett replied, rasing her cup shakily as the aftershock dawns upon the agent.

"That was eerily divine. . ."

As the ladies finally left you alone, you sighed in relief. You honestly didn't expect that reaction considering you were just panicking moments ago about what to wear. You were so preoccupied in the kitchen that you forgot that you didn't have anything to dress up as, but thankfully it all worked out in the end.

"Gaia." You hear your call sign and you turned.

"Sova." You smiled before noticing his costume. "You dressed as Dracula???"

The man chuckles softly, "Indeed."

"Oh my gosh, we match!" You exclaimed gleefully as you gaze into his eyes.

"A wonderful coincidence, no?"

"You look beautiful." You complimented.

"As do you." Sova gave you a warm smile. "You're breathtaking."

Another voice suddenly joined in.

"Funny, I was about to say the same thing."

You turned and saw the french man.

"Chamber," You greeted with a smile. "You clean up nicely as always, monsieur."

The man smirked before taking your hand with his.

"You flatter me, mademoiselle."

Leaning down, he placed a kiss on the back of your hand. "But my looks must yield to you tonight, you look exquisite, ma chérie."

You rolled your eyes playfully, taking your hand from him.

"Always the smooth talker, Chamber." You scoffed with a smile. "You should try that line with Viper, who knows, you might get a date." You joked before turning your body to the side.

"Anyways I'm gonna go get candy before Jett stashes the sour patch."

"I'll go with you." Sova offered.

"Oh sure, you have big hands. Help me stash them before Jett does." You giggled mischievously. "Happy Halloween, Chamber."

The two of you went your way but not before Sova gave the Frenchman a quick glance, and to that, Chamber could only chuckle to himself.

"Happy Halloween indeed."

#valorant x you #valorant x reader #valorant x y/n #valorant imagines #valorant headcanons #valorant jett #valorant yoru #kay/o #valorant kay/o #cypher #valorant cypher #valorant sova #valorant chamber #chamber #valorant killjoy #valorant raze #valorant omen #valorant sage #valorant brimstone #brimstone #valorant series #valorant gaia #gaia valorant #valorant phoenix

[whoreforfluff]

OKAY SO I’M BAD AT WRITING BUT I KNOW THAT THERE ARE MANY TALENTED PEOPLE HERE THAT CAN DO IT SOOOOOO

i had this thought in my head for the longest time and don’t even know if anyone wrote this yet but imagine your room in the VP is “the comfort room”. like people just going in there to talk and just rest in comfortable silence or seek your presence.

like after a long day some of the agents just want to rant or just enjoy your company, you’ll be there to comfort and listen to them.

i think it’s really cute!!

MY FRIENDS BAITED ME INTO PLAYING VALORANT AND NOW I’M STUCK IN THE FANDOM. (i’m quite happy here actually)

also if anyone writes this please tag me i NEED to read it!!

#valorant x reader #valorant #valorant x y/n #valorant x you #valorant sova #valorant sage #valorant astra #valorant breach #valorant brimstone #valorant chamber #valorant cypher #valorant fade #valorant gekko #valorant jett #valorant kay/o #valorant killjoy #valorant neon #valorant omen #valorant phoenix #valorant raze #valorant reyna #valorant skye #valorant viper #valorant yoru #valorant imagines

[showstopper35]

Nicknames the Valorant Agents Would Give You

a/n: my special talent is hopping in and out of fandoms and never apologising for them. Also, cypher is my favourite dilf, and I will not take any criticism at this time.

Sage: Tián (甜, sweet), beloved, sweetheart, love

Killjoy: Nerd (affectionately), sweetheart, spark

Jett: Dove, sweetheart, heart, breezy

Brimstone: Beloved, my dear, dove, angel

Chamber: Chérie, bien-aimé, love, darling, doll

Cypher: Love, sweetheart, Mahbub (محبوب, lovely), princess/prince/majesty

Breach: Honey, älsking, darling, my dear

Viper: My poison, love, darling, my sweet

Astra: Stardust, darling, my star, my light, starlight

Yoru: Kichō (貴重, precious), love, beloved, sweetheart, dumbass (affectionately)

Harbor: Dove, darling, sweetheart, pearl

Fade: Kitten/kitty, love, my little meow-meow (ironically), doll

Skye: Love, dove, birdie, honey, my dear

Reyna: Cariño, doll, dear, love, sweetie

Sova: Kotenok (котенок, kitten), love, darling, my heart

Phoenix: Love, doll, sweetheart, princess/prince/majesty

Neon: My light, sweetie, sweetheart, Mahal (love), wish-heart

Omen: My light/light of my life, my dear, my heart

Kay/O: Spark, sweetspark, love, dear, my sweetheart

Raze: Mi amor, babe, amorzinho, also fond of of saying “U da bomb, baby”

#valorant #valorant headcanons #killjoy #cypher #sage #jett #valorant x reader #omen #Sova #valorant fanfiction #phoenix #valorant kay/o #Reyna #valorant x y/n #nicknames #Nickname headcanons

[ensn4r3d-d0ve]

Can I have some hcs or fics for Gekko, Killjoy and Jett x reader who loves playgrounds and amusement parks immensely?

Extremely fast carousels, roller coasters, water slides, mazes, etc.

Would they want to play with me? 🥺❤️

Ofc you can my lovely! <3

They would want to play w anyone yk just having company is good for there mentality.

Gekko

- This man would love to take his children (aka wingman, dizzy, and mosh) on a kiddy ride with you only to see your warm smile whenever they do something thats pretty hilarious.

- Gekko is the type of person to win all the rigged games, but when the stall person turns their back he cheats with his abilities. The person didn’t even expect it one bit, yet he still handed you the gigantic teddy bear congratulating you for being the lucky winner of the day.

- The two of you would spend atleast a whole day at the amusement park, until it closed that is. Not knowing what fun surprises await the next day, as he planned this huge event for the two of you to go on the fariswheel to have a good look of everything lit up at night, so romantic perfect enough to where the both of you could kiss! <33

Killjoy

- She definitely would build a amusement park in the HQ with the help of the others, but it isn’t just all done for you it is for everyone because you would be the type to share. Although she likes to take you to the park more because she knows how much you like kids and how they come to you seeing you as a big sister. :)

- The #1 best girlfriend when it comes to winning games it is probably because she is a genius and very good at calculating the perfect time.

- Whenever she goes with you to the playground her best friend raze likes to join in being a third wheel, yet it is so hysterical you can’t help but laugh whenever she gets hurt or does something stupid. Kj loves that you are kind to others and like that you pay extra attention to raze making sure she doesn’t cause any trouble just like a kid. Sometimes you joke around with Kj that she is just like a little girl and you two are the parents, as you can tell she is clearly blushing not denying it at all!

Jett

- Definitely wouldn’t go to an amusement park because she would get kicked out in seconds, but she loves rollercoasters. As you take her hand leading her through the big crowd just to wait in line for the newest and tallest roller coaster ever built in the park. Happens to be the fastest one as well, but Jett didn’t like it to be named that title because she was way faster with the wind than the ride.

- Is a menace when it comes to taking you on rides, she picks out the super fastest ones which makes you almost hurl + having left you nauseous.

- she is very affectionate afterwards when you had not been feeling well. The fact that when she did this is was cute seemed as if she was a puppy that wouldn’t leave your side. <33

A/N: Sorry I made this short really had a writers block having not playing val in a couple months. I tried my best hoping that it was good enough to your liking. 😓

#valorant jett #valorant agents #valorant agents x female reader #gekko x reader #killjoy x reader #valorant 🪷 #valorant jett x reader #valorant gekko #valorant killjoy #valorant x reader #valorant x you #valorant x y/n #valorant fluff

[immortalityismymiddlename]

Radiant!Agents(F!) Reacting to a Non!Radiant Reader! (Who's ridiculously good.) (Yes this is a xgn!reader)

Includes : Jett, Fade, Reyna, Neon and Sage!!

(might make a pt. 2 i made this half asleep btw so sorry bout that)

Sorry for not posting for a while, having trouble with the rime route..

~

Jett!:

"Okay- I'm not saying people who aren't radiants aren't capable- but it's just- how the hell?! How are they so good?! I mean- have you seen how fast they reacted??? They've barely even used their bullets and they've already killed everyone! I mean- that's just- crazy good! I gotta admit i MAAAY be a BIT. a bit, jealous of them..."

(Or in love with them..)

I'm not even gonna lie, she just WON'T shut up about you, to the point it gets annoying.

She would be very competitive and would probably make bets with you to see who's better.

Would definitely lose a lot (because she stares at you way too much in missions, even gets herself shot a lot.)

Probably confessed by accident after you kill five agents. "Damn, I think i just fell in love all over again."

Reassures you a lot, might even bring herself down just so she can prove a point to you. "Dude- you- you literally carried us all on your backs! Surprised you're not even tired! You barely broke a sweat! even if i couldn't do my job you still managed to get us all back! Without you, we probably wouldn't even be here thanks to you.."

Fade:

"I knew their potential from the start, but even so, they still manage to impress me time and time again. I couldn't even believe what was happening before my eyes,, And for someone like me,, I'd say that's a huge compliment. Job well done, (Y/N). You did good."

Like she said, she already knew a lot about you. I don't think she'd study you like the rest of the agents although i can see her trying to learn more about you so I'm assuming she already knows your potential. But it really doesn't matter whether or not she does. You still impress her.

You'll often see fade staring at you before a mission. Of course, when you look back she looks away. She wonders how good you can be even without abilities, i mean, don't get me wrong, she doesn't underestimate you because of that, she knows how hard it already is with radiant powers. How much harder can it be without it?

You'll often find her at the end of missions, waiting for you somewhere where she knows you'll walk by. Giving a compliment or two before fleeing. As if she was never there.

She loves admiring you from a far. If you're insecure about it, she'd be even more shocked. She might try to give you quick compliments whenever you feel that way. She just knows it from the look in your eyes.

Reyna:

From what i know, she wants to create a world full of radiants. (Correct me if I'm wrong!) She, of course is shocked. More than the others. She probably underestimates you. She knows there are agents without radiant abilities, but she still doesn't think someone without said abilities can be so.. good.

"Who knew (Y/N) could be so good, Quite the impressive play. Say, have you any experience before joining the protocol? Why am i asking?,, Let's just say,, you've intrigued me, in ways i never expected you to. So, are you just going to stare at me or are you going to answer me?"

She would definitely talk to you, try and know more about you. It's not every day she finds someone so,, intriguing as she says. You can often see her being in places you usually wouldn't see her at. Places where you normally go to.

Sometimes you can never tell if she wants to be friends with you or if she just wants your soul, maybe she thinks yours tastes better than the rest.

If she likes you enough, she might even start flirting with you. Might even shoot her shot with you, not that you mind. She is gorgeous.

Neon:

"Grabe ka naman (Y/N)! (Practically saying you're good/You're too much! I'm bad at translating sorry HAHA) You're killing it! Literally. Or.. yk, them. HAHA! you're amazing!"

Dude, she looks up to you and wants to be like you. It doesn't matter to her that you don't have abilities. She thinks you're amazing and she is REALLY vocal about it

"you don't need radiant powers, you're amazing with or without it! Hell, you'd be too overpowered if you had them! You could probably beat almost anyone with radiant powers!"

Loves practicing with you, more like watching you practice but nevermind that.

Might even ask you to teach her a bit.

(sorry I couldn't think much for neon)

Sage:

"Wonderful! You did amazing, Good job, (Y/N). I told you, you would. Now, would you like to join me? I made something for you in the kitchen. I think you'll enjoy it. Think of it as a,, celebratory gift."

I see her being friends with you even before she saw you in battle. Maybe even helped you feel a little confident in your abilities. I can see her helping you practice and teaching you everything you know.

She loves cooking and baking with you, for sure. She loves giving you baked goods as gifts after missions. Always telling you to relax and take a breather after a long mission.

You two would make such a good duo! She always has your back and if she had to choose only one person to revive over someone else in the protocol she'd choose you. (If she could.)

She loves you, abilities or not. You two probably get along really well and she knows that she can always count on you if she needs anything, and vice versa.

And she would always reassure you that no matter how different you are from the other agents that you are just as useful to the protocol as they are.

#jett x reader #valorant x reader #valorant x y/n #valorant x you #fade x reader #fade x reader valorant #reyna x reader #reyna valorant #fade valorant #neon x reader #sage x reader #valorant #valorant headcanons #x reader #headcanons

[frickingnerd]

jett dawson comforting his s/o

pairing: jett dawson x gn!reader

tags: crying, upset reader, mentions of food

jett lets you vent to him as you cry, listening to the things that made you so upset

he'll make sure you get everything off your chest as he holds you in his arms

once you're done talking, he'll assure you that he's here for you and that everything is going to be okay! 

depending on the situation, he might be able to propose some ideas on how to make things better

he's pretty creative and even if some of his ideas are stupid, at least you can laugh about them and forget the pain for a moment

the best way jett knows how to cheer you up is to make you laugh! 

though he knows jokes aren't always appropriate, so he has a ton of other ways to get you in a better mood

he'll cuddle with you as he tells you reassuring things, compliments you and tells you how strong you are

or sometimes jett puts on your favorite show, makes your favorite food or gets you some sweets

jett will try almost anything to get you to smile again!

#project edens garden #project eden's garden x reader #project eden's garden #p:eg #jett dawson #jett x reader #jett dawson x reader #x reader #headcanons #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #dating #jett #dawson

[miyaur]

valorant protocol mlist ♪

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ☆ — nsfw || ⟢ — sfw/fluff/etc. multi. none, come back later!

events. none, come back later!

protocol (val). moth to a flame ft. sova ・just affectionate lover with lover (romantic sova hcs) ⟢

#valorant x y/n #valorant x you #valorant smut #valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction #sova x reader #harbor x reader #yoru x reader #yoru x you #viper x you #viper x reader #chamber x you #chamber x reader #sage x reader #jett x reader #pheonix x reader #gekko x reader #gekko x you #fade x reader #neon x reader #killjoy x reader #raze x reader #cypher x reader #omen x reader #skye x reader

[bouncybongfairy]

hi i cant get enough so ,, how would atla jet's first kiss go? and reader is someone who he thinks is superior to him and since jet comes off a bit awkward, reader tries to guide and teach him how to kiss

basically its js jet head over heels

First Kiss

Jett (atla) x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You teach Jet how to kiss.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: NSFW Content, Dry Humping, Fluff

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Jet invited you to your usual hang-out spot tonight. You’d started seeing him a couple months ago and you really like him. Most guys give up the ‘i’M sO sWeEt, I LiKe yOuR pErsOnAliTy’ facade after a while but he was maintaining it well. Always hyping you up even when you felt like a slob. You also liked how he was so open about his hate for the fire nation. Like many people in your Earth kingdom, Fire Lord Ozai has torn your family apart. Your mother lives in dread and will never say anything negative about him out of fear. 

He was the only person who ever praised you on how brave it was to speak against them publicly. Jet shared the same hate towards the nation that caused both your families so much trauma. This created a deep bond between the two of you. The tension had been running high the past couple times you saw him. Maybe it was all in your head but you’d like to think it was a shared feeling. The way you’d catch him staring with a smile on his face, trying to play it off like he was looking at something behind you. He was standing at the tree you normally meet. 

You hugged him like you normally did, getting on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled into your ear and picked you up just a little. You practically melted in his arms, not letting go until after he set you down. Once the two of you started talking, you didn��t bother going anywhere else. Simply sitting down at the tree and talking to each other about anything and everything. The conversation eventually grew stale, running out of topics. This seemed like a perfect time to shoot your shot. 

“Maybe this is uh- only on my end but I really like you, a lot,” you laugh nervously looking down until he responds. 

“No, I’m glad you brought it up because I don’t know if I would have had the courage to tell you that like you back,” he laughed, grabbing your hand. 

“But can you actually tell me why you like me without mentioning any of my physical attributes?” you asked. 

“Yeah: you’re really fucking funny and you don’t mindlessly agree with people to make small talk. You speak with purpose. That doesn’t mean I can’t also like you for the way you cock your eyebrow anytime someone says something stupid. Or how perfect your lips look when you’re trying to hide your smile,” you said, which obviously made you smile.

“Just like that,” he laughed. 

“Can I kiss you?” you blurted out, not being able to take the tension anymore. 

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he explained nervously. 

“Let me teach you- or, can I kiss you?” you stumble over yours, trying hard not to make him feel pressured or uncomfortable. 

“Yeah, I’m just nervous but I hope it’s not coming off as like- that I don’t want to,” he said. 

Seeing that he was so nervous was endearing to you. The fact that he thought the moment he was too special to mess up made you feel valued. You leaned in and closed the gap between each other. His lips were soft and melted into yours. Brining one of his hands up and cupping your face. It didn’t take long for him to get the hang of things. Becoming more confident and swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. 

Deciding to match his energy, you move yourself into his lap. Now you were holding his face, running your thumbs across his cheeks. Your heart felt like it was racing so fast, it could burst. A warm feeling spreads across your entire body. Both of you were breathing hard against each other's skin. His hands trailed down, running his fingers up and down your hips. Tracing the waistband of your pants, his calloused fingertips making your back arch. He adjusted his hips, allowing you to sit on his lap instead of hovering. 

He groaned into your mouth as his erection brushed against you. Running your hands through his hair as you started rocking your hips against him. The kiss was getting more sloppy; your lips were becoming raw and swollen from the constant nipping and sucking. You pulled back, allowing each other to catch your breath.

Keeping your lips pressed against each other as you focus more on grinding. He was starting to buck his hips up against you, which made you moan quietly against his mouth. Reconnecting your lips and sucking his bottom one into your mouth. Pulling back and letting it go with a loud -pop- sound. Making both of you chuckle, breaking the intensity between each other. He pressed his forehead against your, unable to wipe away his smirk. 

“Was that okay?” he asked, needing reassurance. 

“More than okay, I’m finding it hard to believe it was your first kiss,” you laughed, moving the hair out of his eyes. 

“Okay now you’re just trying to hype me up,” he rolled his eyes. 

You ended up staying in his lap and talked for a while. Despite the fact that it was his first kiss, it didn’t make things awkward after. If anything, you felt like it made him more comfortable with being vulnerable during the conversation. You ran your finger down the bridge of his nose and eyebrows as he talked. Hiding the fact that it amused you when he stumbled over his words. Every now and then you’d interrupted him by melting your mouth against his. 

Going further than a peck and working your lips together for a couple seconds. Laughing because you had to remind him of what he was talking about. After a while he walked you home, hand in hand of course. The entire time he was blushing, biting the inside of his lip; stopping himself from smiling like an idiot. He walked you all the way to the door and kissed your cheek before parting ways.

#jet avatar smut #jett x reader #jet x fem reader #jet x y/n #jet x reader #jet x you #jett atla live action #jet atla live action #jet atla smut #jet atla #jet avatar

[ocikofabron]

Appointment with Jett

Your date with Jett didn't start out as a date in the first place.

she invited you to his house in split to try his new recipes.

"hey i found new recipes if you want we can try together tomorrow after work at my house"

she offered to cook the meal herself at first, but since you had no intention of just sitting and watching, you decided to help.

she was never serious when she was cooking with you and was always making jokes about everything. she especially loves to gossip about other agents with you.

While eating, Jett usually likes to talk about herself and expects praise from you.

after dinner she takes you to the good entertainment venues she knows in split

she takes you to the arcade and bets you who can score the most points.

Your scores would have been the same because you were both good at it.

Jett has a secret that no one knows about. she loves plush toys so she would take you to the toy store.

in the evening, she would somehow take it to a fireworks display anywhere in the city.

the end of the show would take you to a high roof and provide a nice space for stargazing.

If you approach her and hold her hand, she will laugh at you but will not withdraw his hand.

"Well, do you think it was a date today?"

You gave her an approving look.

You were so close to each other that you wanted to kiss her. When you came closer to kiss her, she covered your lips with his hand and laughed.

"It's not that easy for you to kiss me on the first date, but I can think about it on the last date"

Greetings, I will not translate this article in Turkish, if there is a request, I can write the Turkish version

#valorant #valorant x reader #jett valorant #jett x reader #valorant headcanons #valorant x y/n

[catherinemorales]

Tides are turning part 2

Y/n goes through her day before her audition.

“Rocky! Let’s go! Max is already in the car!”

“Alright give me a sec!” Y/n shouts at Billy with her bass guitar around her in its case, her leather jacket on with denim vest covered in pins and a Metallica backpatch, and her backpack. She runs out of the house into the car and sets her stuff in the back.

“What took you so long?” Max asked.

“None of your business twerp.” Y/n said. “Kidding I have a audition for a band.”

“Oh nice.”

“Yeah you have to skate home tonight.”

“Ok.”

“Also you have to do me a favor.”

“What kinda favor?”

“A favor that you won’t tell father.”

“He’s not even my dad.”

“Doesn’t matter don’t tell him I’ll reward you.”

“Ok cool.”

“And we’re her get out.”

“Bye Billy bye Rocky”

“Seriously now I’m getting called Rocky by her?”

“Just embrace it.” Billy said pulling into their school.

They got out of the car and Y/n hurried to class.

When lunch came Y/n sat with Steve again.

“So how was yesterday? Rocky?”

“What did you call me?”

“Yeah Max told me to call you that.”

“You talked to Max?”

“Yeah yesterday she was at the wheeler house and I had to drop off another kid there and she started talking about you saying you were single and needed a boyfriend.”

“Ok well don’t talk to her about that. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” Y/n said.

“Can I call you Rocky still?”

“Yeah sure.”

They continued talking and Y/n mentioned the audition.

“What audition?”

“Oh this band I think it’s called Corroded Coffin.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah it’s kinda cool.”

“Eddie’s band?”

“Oh yeah he seems nice.”

“Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson is not nice. He is a repeat year senior who has no life besides dealing drugs.”

“Ok well I repeated a year and as long as it’s not serious a little weed and cigarettes never hurt anyone. I mean are you telling me King Steve has never smoked a blunt?”

“I mean I guess I have.”

“Ok soooo,”

“Fine just be careful.”

“I will.”

MEANWHILE AT EDDIES TABLE.

“So find anyone to audition?” Gareth asked Eddie.

“Yeah one person.”

“Who?”

“It’s a suprise.” Eddie said to everyone.

“Hey have you seen that new girl?” Jeff asked.

“She’s hot.” Gareth said.

“I don’t know she gives me lesbian vibes.” Simon said.

“Eddie?”

“What?!”

“Are you paying attention?”

“No Gareth I’m busy I’ll see you after school.” Eddie said and then walked to his locker.

Y/n had also gone to her locker.

“Oh hey Eddie! Didn’t know we were locker buddies.”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“We’ve got like 15 minutes left want a smoke break?”

“Sure.” Eddie said and they went outside. “So you smoke?”

“Yeah unfortunately, it’s Billy’s fault though. He picked up first and then I was so used to it I started and well here I am.”

“Who’s Billy? Your boyfriend?”

“No he’s my twin.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” They sat outside and smoked for a while. “We should probably go back.”

“Or we could skip?”

“Eddie your a bad influence I like that idea.”

“I have a spot.”

“Ok cool.” They go to the spot in the woods.

“So where did you live before?”

“California.”

“What was it like?”

“Beautiful the beach was so relaxing and made me feel whole.”

“We’re you part of a band before?”

“Yeah The Roses before Time.”

“What kinda music? I mean you have a Metallica jacket and you like Van Halen.”

“It was more rock then metal but you know if I had someone over we would play metal.”

“Like who?”

“A girlfriend.”

“Oh fun.”

“Yeah” Y/n sighed.

“You seem cool.”

“Thanks you too I also heard you deal?”

“Yeah you want something?”

“Not today maybe another day.”

“Good to know.”

The two of them spent the rest of the day together before the bell rang.

“I’ll see you in a little bit.” Then Y/n left and Eddie stayed and thought to himself.

Later Y/n and Billy arrived at Gareths house.

“Oh is this the guy?” Simon said.

“No.” Eddie said.

“Hi I’m Y/n you guys can call me Rocky.”

“A girl?” Gareth said.

“Yeah and this is Billy but he’s not staying.” She looked at him with a look.

“Good cause boyfriends aren’t allowed.”

“Ok good he’s my brother sooo….” Y/n and Eddie were laughing.

“So you gonna play a girly song for us?” Mack said.

“I was thinking I could play a song and then sing one?”

“That’ll work.” Eddie said.

“What do you guys want to hear?”

“Can you play Motley Crue?”

“Home sweet home?” Y/n asked.

“Uh if you can play that?” Gareth said.

Y/n pulled out her bass and yanked her necklace down. She played the song perfectly and everyone looked crazy.

“So I can sing a song too.”

“Uhh we will let you pick.”

“Girly song? Can I borrow a guitar?”

“Yeah.” Eddie said and handed her his guitar. She took off her jacket and grabbed it.

She started playing the intro the I Love Rock n Roll by Joan Jett.

CLIFFHANGER YAY HOW DID SHE DO? IDK

#joan jett #joan jet and the blackhearts #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve and dustin #steve x reader #robin x y/n #Spotify

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special christmas episode | valorant protocol

how you experienced christmas within the valorant headquarters

notes: hc style with images right after, not proofread bc it's hella rushed– will edit soon

a.n: literally started writing this five hours before christmas. I suddenly realized I haven't whipped a christmas special yet 💀 hope you guys enjoy and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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THE START OF THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

Brimstone is actually a big fan of holidays

loves celebrating it, loves seeing everyone at the table

Christmas is one of his favourites

Plans to throw a party before sending everyone for their short vacation

the 'white christmas' theme is obviously out of the picture

headquarters is literally within a tropical island. . .with a volcano.

despite that, even without snow– christmas is christmas

first task of the christmas celebrations: decorating.

majority of the agents love this part

but there's one thing they hate about it

getting the artificial tree from the stockroom

cue jett, phoenix, and yoru fighting about it

"why don't you get it, I thought you're the strongest one around here." Jett spats out

"I am." Yoru frowned. "But my strength is not worth. . .this. Are you insulting me??"

But then. . .Brimstone remembered what your radiant abilities were

"Gaia."

Brimstone eyed you intensely as he sat with his elbows on his desk, fingers intertwined and pressing them against his upper lip.

"Ye-Yes, Captain?" You sweatdropped, trying to avert from your leader's firm gaze.

'What's with this weird atmosphere. . .'

"Can you do it?"

Your eyebrows shot upwards, mouth parting slightly.

". . .Do what, exactly–" is he asking what you think he's asking? "–Captain. . .?"

"A pine tree."

"Huh?"

"Can you do it?"

What.

Did you just hear him right?

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Wait– Hold on a sec, Captain." You thought he was gonna ask you to hide a body or something, "Let me get this straight—"

Brimstone didn't react much, he continued to just stare at you.

"You're asking me. . . If I can make a pine tree?" You questioned. "Is that right?"

Finally, your captain moved from his position.

"That is correct." He nodded, putting down his forearms on his desk. "So, can you do it?"

"Of course I can," You grinned awkwardly, still a little confused about where this is going. "But. . .why?"

Turns out it was already the month of December, you couldn't believe how time flies so fast, you swore you were just celebrating Halloween a couple of weeks ago.

Anyway, Brimstone requested you to make a pine tree in the common room where the Christmas party will be held soon, and honestly? You were kind of excited.

You love celebrations as much as Brimstone does, but mostly because there will be lots of good food laid out once again.

"Is it true?!" Jett bursted through the common room with excitement filling her smile, "Gaia's making a pine tree?!"

Sage, Raze, and Killjoy were already in the room with you, waiting for you to work your magic.

Reyna sat quietly by the bar, sipping her purple drink peacefully with a pinch of interest towards the situation while Chamber– who's wiping a glass behind the bar looked at you with a hint of glee in his eyes.

Omen casually sat on the couch knitting away, only glancing towards the scene in front of him every now and then.

"I was just about to." You chuckled hands already raised in the direction where you plan to create the tree.

"Perfect timing," Killjoy chirped before motioning her hand to Jett. "Come, come!"

The wind radiant eagerly made her way next to Sage.

"Oh man, I love watching you use your power." Jett comments. "So magical."

"Agreed." Sage nodded.

"Alright fam, you sure this one's a good spot?" You asked for the last time.

"Yup."

"Yes."

"Absolutely!"

You sighed, shaking your hands, "Here we go then."

Using your radiance, your palms glowed green. The ground of your target space started to rumble just a bit before breaking and sprouting a small pine tree.

"Woah." Jett gasped in amusement.

Raze tried to hold a giggle bubbling from her throat

"That's so cute."

"Tell me when you're satisfied with it, okay?" You say before making the tree grow and sprout its leaves.

Everyone in the common room watched as the tree bloomed beautifully.

"Wait, stop!" Jett exclaimed and you did, the green glow on your palms fading. "That's the most perfect tree I've ever seen."

And just like that, there's an actual pine tree in the common room. Not an artificial one, a real one.

"Oh look, it even sprouted some pinecones." Sage pointed out, grinning delightfully.

"Ah, it smells wonderful too." Killjoy sighed as the aroma of fresh pine started to creep into the space.

"Welp, what are you guys waiting for?" You grinned. "Time to decorate!"

Just as you said those words, Phoenix entered the room, his eyes glancing at the tree by the corner before doing a double take.

"Wha–," His eyes widened. "Where did that come from?"

"Gaia made it." Jett responded. "Cool, right?"

"Uh–"

"Oi, what's the hold-up? Get your ass out of the way," A male voice grunts from behind Phoenix, a very familiar blue jacket peeking. It was Yoru, and he's carrying the artificial tree that he got from the stockroom due to Phoenix's insistent pestering, the tree blocking his vision upfront.

"Um, Yoru?"

"What?" The riftwalker spats out, clearly annoyed from carrying the tree.

Phoenix laughs nervously

"So uh, funny story. . ."

TROPICAL CHRISTMAS

You requested everyone to put a personal ornament on the tree

And you even grew some mistletoes and wreaths for everyone to decorate.

It was fun decorating

You all finished dressing up the common room that same day as well

The room looked magical, especially at night when the Christmas lights are all on

Holiday dinner will be in the next few days

So before that, you all decided to take on the 'tropical christmas' theme and have a day out on the island

A beach episode within a christmas episode

Even Viper agreed to get some sun in her system

Sage, Neon, and Jett dragged you along with them in picking swimsuits

"Oh! I bet this looks cute on you, Gaia!"

You tried on at least ten swimsuits that day

The girls coaxing you to show more skin and be more confident

"Gaia, I think you'd have Sova drooling if you wear this–"

"Neon!"

"Sova? You mean Chamber?"

"Sage, not you too–"

"You think Omen would knit you a biki–"

"Jett, stop!"

Cue you turning fifty shades of red

Today was a beautiful day.

The sun wasn't too harsh on the eyes nor its heat was too much on the skin. The sea was sparkling clear with a tint of blue that makes you feel refreshed as soon as you jump right in.

Breach and Brimstone were surprisingly getting along at the grilling station, chatting and watching over the others at the shore.

Jett and Phoenix were already playing some beach volleyball against Yoru and Skye, both teams were clearly riled up with their own competitiveness with Neon keeping score.

The two lovebirds– Raze and Killjoy were making their sand-snowman. . .sandman, on one side, gathering seashells and washed up sticks and branches for the sandman's body parts.

Reyna peacefully lays on her deck chair under an umbrella, dark shades covering her eyes with a refreshing drink in her hand with Viper doing the same next to her.

Astra and Sage stood near the grilling station, preparing some snacks and refreshments for everyone to enjoy.

"Is Gaia not here yet?" Sova asked aloud, just stepping out of the water wearing blue trunks with his muscular upper body confidently exposed, he slicked his long wet hair back, biceps flexing as his eyes wandered around looking for you.

Sova lets out an teasing grin, reaching out for his towel from a deck chair.

"She'll be here any minute now," Sage said with a smile before chuckling. "She must be shy because if her swimsuit."

Sage made sure to find you the perfect swimwear that not only matches your skin tone but also greatly compliments your body.

"Did you actually get her in one?"

Absolutely not doubting the idea of you getting into a bikini.

"Ah, you do not know the struggles we faced in forcing her into one." Sage said in a playful tone.

"I don't want to ruin your expectations but," Chamber's voice chimed in, he was sitting on a deck chair next to Sova's wearing swimming trunks and an unbuttoned short sleeve shirt exposing his lean upper body.

"Isn't that Gaia over there, approaching us?" The french man's lips curled into an amused smirk. "Personally, I like what I'm seeing."

Following his direction the two looked to their left and immediately saw you.

Sova lets out a laugh and Sage's mouth fell.

"Oh my. . ."

"LET'S GOOO!" You shrieked from afar as you started to run towards the water.

You were literally wearing a black and white striped t-shirt and swimming shorts (yes, like the one from. . .idk old old times) with a bright yellow duck ring floatie around your waist and more floaters on your upper arms. Bright pink goggles already covering your eyes, kicking off your slippers as you neared the shore.

You didn't waste any precious time in jumping into the refreshing waters.

"Was that Gaia?" Brimstone asked.

"Yes. . ." Sage answered with an empty smile. "Out of everything we bought for her. . ."

Astra lets out a light-hearted laugh, "Well, what do you expect from our mother earth."

"Yo! Gaia's finally here." Phoenix announced from the volleyball area. "Chicken fight!"

"I've got the water guns over there!" Jett dashed towards her deck chair.

"Oi! Are we just forgetting this fight?" Yoru frowned, fire still in his eyes to play volleyball.

"Who cares bro, we were gonna win anyway." Phoenix said smugly.

"Why you–" Yoru went after him towards the water. "Get back here!"

"Hey, wait for me!" Neon excitedly dashed her way to the water as well.

Sova put down his towel before running towards the sea, "I call Gaia's team!"

"Not if I get to her first." Chamber suddenly said, running alongside the russian man.

Watching you already enjoy yourself in the water, the two were so close to you when suddenly, out of nowhere, you were raised from the water.

"Ah!" You squealed grabbing a hold of what seemed to be. . . Shoulders?

"Omen?"

". . .I wish to participate." He states in his deep voice, carrying you on his shoulders with his head in between your thighs. Jett and Phoenix had just joined in the waters as well with Yoru hot on their trail.

Chamber and Sova almost tripped to a stop.

"Merde."

"Гавно."

"Not fast enough huh?" Cypher teasingly mused at the two obviously looked distraught. Sova gave him a weird look.

"Why are you still wearing your work clothes." Sova comments.

From afar, Viper slipped on her shades.

"The children are getting noisier. . ." Viper uttered to herself.

"Lighten up, Viper." Reyna smiles, sipping her drink.

"Today is a great day."

HOLIDAY DINNER

You know what time it is: Cooking time

This time with Jett

This is going to be grand feast for sure

Sova tried to help again like before

Got blocked by Sage though

"I just want to help." Cue cute pleading face Sova

"Sure you do, friend." Sage dismissed, knowing another person might come by as well

It's already a little crowded in the kitchen

Finished a little earlier making dinner

Jett turned a little bit like Gordon Ramsay while cooking

"Where's the sauce??"

"Shit– uh, I'll make it right now."

"Double time, Gaia!"

"Y-Yes chef."

By Brimstone's royal decree, the dinner is now deemed: formal.

Everyone has to wear something formal

Thank gods you have more time to prepare.

You had just finished doing your hair and make-up when you suddenly heard a soft knock on the door.

Quickly getting up, you smoothed over the skirt of your dress and and cleared your throat.

"Come in."

The door slid open and you were face to face with–

"Ah, Chamber." You smiled. "What a nice surprise."

The man looked exquisite with his all-black suit, as always his hair was neat and slick, and that familiar scent of his cologne was starting to waft around your room.

Chamber stepped into your room before gently taking hold of your right hand.

"Ma chèrie," He smiles charmingly. "You look wonderful tonight."

You wore a short yet elegant cream-colored dress with puff sleeves partnered with a big bow styling your loose half up half down hair.

Bending slightly, he placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"As do you, monsieur." You grinned. "What brings you here."

"Well," the man sighs, straightening his posture once again. "I would like to have the honor of escorting you, ma belle."

You gave him a light chuckle, "It's just dinner, Chamber It's okay."

He then went to your side and stuck iut his arm.

"But if you insist." You smiled, accepting his offer as you wrapped your hand around his bicep, feeling it tense just a bit as you did.

"I'll take that offer."

As the two of you entered, almost everyone was already there.

"Oh, what's this that I see?" Phoenix grinned. "Gaia and Chamber are finally here!"

Your friends came to greet you as they slowly peeled you from Chamber's hold, complimenting your look and chatting you away from his grasp much to the french man's dismay.

"Well, I'll consider this your redemption from that swimsuit you wore three days ago." Sage joked, linking her arm with yours. "Your dress is adorable! Where did you get it?"

"Your bow reminds me of that old disney movie," Raze comments. "I think it was the little mermaid?" She turned to Killjoy for confirmation and her lover nods.

"Yup, the little mermaid."

You gave them a bright grin, "Thank you, my loves. You all look wonderful as well."

Sage wore a long and flowy baby blue dress while Killjoy and Raze wore matching white suits that were styled to match their own aesthetic.

"Sorry I'm late, everyone." Your eyes turned towards the door and found your mentor at the entrance.

"Woah. . ." You accidentally slipped under your breath

Sova came in wearing a tight black fitted button-up partnered with a dark blue blazer and slacks.

"Sova!" You greeted him with a wave, instantly gaining his attention, he gave you a smile before walking towards your direction.

Sage smiles coyly, pulling you a bit in place, "Ah, excuse us for a moment, Gaia."

"Oh yeah sure."

"Wait hold on I need to ask–" Killjoy was cut off by Sage ushering them out of the scene.

"Later, laterrr."

Exactly when the three of them had gone, Sova had reached you.

"Gaia, you look lovely." He compliments with a soft smile.

"Thank you, you look–" Your eyes accidentally darted towards his chest, catching yourself off guard from the sudden action, you quickly looked up– heart beating a little fast.

"You look dashing."

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Sova utters, a little out of breath. "I went to your room but I guess you already left."

"Ah, yeah," You chuckled shortly, "Chamber came in and asked if he could escort me."

Sova raised an eyebrow, "Did he?"

"Yup, he's right over there now." You nodded your head towards his direction, Sova following your gaze and locked eyes with the weapons designer.

Chamber gave him a smirk before lifting his champagne glass to your direction slightly.

"We're just waiting for Brim, then we can all finally eat." You comment with a sigh, looking over to the buffet of food laid out on the table. "Damn, I wanna eat already. What's taking him so lo–"

"Gaia."

"Hm?"

You gazed up to Sova with an innocent look, "What is it."

The man didn't say anything, instead he merely glanced up.

"Huh. . ?" Confused, you looked up, eyes widening as you saw what was above the two of you.

'Ah. . .' You could feel your cheeks starting to get hot as you looked at Sova with wide eyes.

Above your heads, there was a mistletoe.

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[heffrondriving]

۪͙۪˚┊❛ ride on, ride on now to the other side of yesterday ❜ : ̗̀❥ james × jett ┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

: ̗̀❥ RATING: T+ // WORD COUNT: 3,910 // CHARACTERS: jett stetson, james diamond, kendall knight, jo taylor, logan mitchell, carlos garcia // TAGS: one shot, angst, mild hurt/comfort, pov second person, songfic, nightclub, alcohol, partying, drunken shenanigans, references to drugs, mature language & themes, internal monologue, love at first sight or tripped-out delirium, mildly dubious consent?, alternate universe: different first meeting // AO3

: ̗̀❥ Song inspiration + lyrics from: Boy by Reol (translation)

: ̗̀❥ [Part 4 of Cupid Got Us F♡cked Up]

Hey boy, it stings My heart just can’t get used to this Strange feeling of you not being around But I know I have to go

The way the boy’s hips sway under the burning glow of the cramped room, extraordinarily gossamer and mesmerising against the hundreds of other sweat-infused bodies strobing and gyrating and writhing to the strident beat, it’s almost enough to make you forget the week-stale perfume and cosmopolitan rejection permeating every inch of your arctic-slippery skin.

The screaming is unbearable. You choke down the last drops of your Whiskey Manhattan without biting on the cherry and invite him to dance. He laughs and pulls you in to take a clumsy seat by the bar instead.

I messed up so many times But I’ll redo it however many times And everything you denied I’ll prove however many times

In the middle of wry introductions and exchanging double-edged banter about who’s better-looking (it’s obviously you, but you modestly pass up an occasional cheapshot or two as not to turn him off to pompous egotism; the truth isn’t really welcome in these hotspots anyway) and a rather passionate dad joke about his cheesy boyband career that you’re endlessly hair-riffling and fake-laughing in dangerous schoolgirl levels to, someone comes up to slap the boy in the shoulder—some lanky unattractive blond with enough eyebrows to knit ten sweaters and is definitely a thousand hitchhiking miles away from the both of your supreme leagues (though you reign more supreme, no big duh).

We’re on top of a scale, seesawing And what’s being measured is our amount of good luck I hear the sound of the end approaching

You figure the boy will easily shrug the poor opportunistic fool away, but then suddenly he’s grinning and woolly odd-face is sticking his tongue out derisively and they’re laughing together to the tune of decades-long familiarity and you feel a burst of something like inexplicable jealous rage—how dare he—and your fists clench but before you can gear them back to take a smash hit, a froofy pink drink with fancy sliced fruits in it (exactly your guilty pleasure type but you pretend to be all huffy and insulted anyway) slides between your tetchy hands and the boy’s hooded gaze slyly flits back to you.

“On me,” he says, and smiles that perfect smile, but it’s the assuring squeeze on your skinny-jeaned thigh that makes your chest explode with something like curious obsessive desire. You won’t dare.

“Having fun, my man? is this the hottest club ‘round this side of the Hollywood hills or what?!” Far from it, babe—this isn’t even an anthill worthy enough to stomp my Balenciaga Slides on, you’d retort, but you pop a complimentary peanut or two to keep your rain from their pathetic parades. You’re roasting here too, and hypocrites can’t be choosers. “Oh, and B-T-dubs, you so owe me for actually convincing the huge scary Freight Train-looking bouncer dude to squeeze us up a good couple spots on the list, even after all that bullshit chaos you just had to cause with mister line cutter outside.”

The pounding of my heart is a teasing reminder Of what’s long overdue, let’s dance In front of this intersection of our different paths Yeah, I came here just because I thought to!

“Hey, not as much as you owe me for throwing hands with the big G-man and Kellsters to let us get off band rehearsals early for the night—I swear, I’ll be digging out gnashed teeth shrapnel outta my eardrums for weeks to come!”

“Yeah, at least that’ll give you some excuse to actually clean them, huh?”

“Fuck off.”

“Love you too, buddy.”

“I know you do, idiot...hey, wait a sec. You never even introduced me to your pop-collared buddy there, ya sly dog! Ah—‘scuse me—sorry about that—how’s it going, man? I’m Ken...wait, you uh, you look kinda familiar...have I seen you somewhere before?”

For you, I always wanted to be just right for you If I just thought about how you could do anything I didn’t need any aspirations

No shit Sherlock, you’re capital Fab Fit Fucking Famous, but you’re gonna let fugly (for fuzzy-ugly) duckling figure that kiddie brain-buster out for himself. You simply turn up your chin to an elegant degree and take a snide-coded sip while he tries to make a glib comeback, but he’s thankfully cut short and dragged back by another gormless giggling blondzo, though she’s certainly a significantly prettier sight than her companion...wait, a prettier sight you’ve seen and kissed before...and once relentlessly chased for the sake of the candid cameras and paparazzi posers, even when the game was already over and she respectfully cut the first-place ribbon from your neck. This is genuinely the last place you’d expect to see a vanilla-blue valley girlie like her, and recognising her down to the bouncing Mary Sue curls and the sweet sixteen smirk sends a painful surge of Chambord up your spluttering nose.

So much for being the white swan.

And if it made you happy, I would’ve done anything I even would’ve wanted to be a clown

But she thankfully doesn’t notice you, and you don’t care enough outside of the momentary culture shock to chase her down and catch up with her, either. Not when you’ve already been spared having to put up with awkward pleasantries with some passé costar. Not when she never really liked you much anyway. And especially not when you finally have your darling nightingale boy all to yourself.

Ah, has my time come already? Tomorrow is calling me I smile and wave my hand goodbye

Though, not quite; never quite yet. More flirty no-names and unfriendly faces stay in the woozy rotation, vices and vultures, drawn to the boy’s centripetal gravity just as much as you are. Pretty boy, popular boy, perfect boy like that, even with your blinding bravado and obnoxiously bedazzled confidence, you can’t help but wonder how in the wasted world you’re still managing to keep close attention to him and when his slipping inching fleeting touch is gonna drift away into a parallel reality (please, not sooner, not later), and why you’re suddenly burning up so much.

It’s the bright lights. It’s the copious alcohol. It’s the spinning too much and too close to the sun.

Top speed in the direction of love Ride on, ride on now, to the other side of yesterday Towards the direction of love

“Can we go home now?” someone puppy-whines from behind you and the boy, a klaxon siren intensity that makes you cover your top-hits tinnitused ears and wonder if the cops are closing in to bust in and declare the party as over (as if it wasn’t dead on arrival already when killjoy over here cried wolf). “I think I’m starting to get a serious breakout of hives from this abrasive glowstick plastic. Or it might be the toxic fluorescent dye leaking out and I’m about to have a major anaphylactic shock and seize out and die on the dancefloor to friggin’ Ke$ha telling me to lose my mind and lose my clothes in the crowd and I’m sure as Begly’s bike toast am not gonna take it off!”

“Oooh yeah nah, I wouldn’t recommend that, dude.” Tsk, tsk. You totally would, though. Might liven things up a little better, and you’ve honestly seen worse. Way, waaaay worse. Maybe even done worse if you remember right—but that’s not a fun scandal scoop saved for tonight if everyone’s out here making new one for tomorrow’s headlines. “Not the stripping part, and deffo not the dying part, either—most bigwig party animals are worse revivers than they are kissers.”

“Oh, ‘cause you’d know, huh?”

“Hey, I’m just saying. Take my advice—or don’t, whatever, it’s your body glitter-glazed funeral and we’re not gonna drag your rotting naked ass back home unless Los finds a nice dumpster to bury you in—if you think the overuse of spit and sheer sloppiness is unbearable on the second one, well...”

The saliva I’ve spit out The fallen leaves won’t return to their branches I’ve cut off any way to back down from this Farewell, my beloved days

This lukewarm quip is enough to make mister hypochondriac barker run with his tail between his hobble-hocked legs, knocking some preppy Erewhon-Organic-looking Crosby (who’s clearly trespassing on a group of Daisy Duke girls’ private plush lounge territory) over and ass-up—serves the hedge fund creepo motherfucker right!—as the perp takes his frantic tarantella to the graffitied graveyard they generously call a bathroom. Probably to seek out a steel wool pad and some hospital-grade antibacterial soap (in some depraver’s shady hovel in downtown LA, yeah, as friggin’ if—he’s more likely to find another rigor mortised body slumped a-la avant-garde exhibit in one of the stalls).

A ne’er-do-well who would Make all the noise in the world And never be satisfied

Cute as the nervous dimples and unmatched rabid geek energy were, your jaded eyes don’t follow him for very long. The boy’s stark enraptured face, thrown back to the suffocated skylights and shimmering with pure glee, wouldn’t let you. Slowing down into an astonishing descent with the taste of margarita salt on his sweetsoft lips sipping away the straight chlorine on yours—and you’re stuck waiting, watching forever, a bystander feeling smaller and smaller under the sinking settling shrieking realisation that the sky is bigger than they ever dreamed to cosmically imagine and one daring yesterday it’s all going to go dark, empty space and darkening vision.

This is the afterlife A masochist hurting themselves in longing And in the end, I lost it all without a trace What was “for you” was really always for me As soon as I made sure of it, the fading sky grew cold

This shooting star moment doesn’t last you very long, either.

“And how’s our wonder loverboy doi—woaaaaah nelly. What the hell happened to you? Jeez, I trust you to behave and leave you alone for five minutes...”

“I was just talking to this really cool-looking girl over there—she was with her kinda-scary friends but she’s got all these crazy piercings and rainbow hair and she said she liked Helmetie and thought I was kinda cute and I said I thought so too! And she asked if I thought I was cute, but then I said I meant I thought she was cute, not me. And Helmetie also thought she supertastic-cute, and she laughed and it was seriously the cutest thing ever! So we were like, really starting off on the right foot—and I swear, she was gonna be the one, dude!—but then I asked her what size her finger is and she wouldn’t even let me get to the buying a wedding ring part before, well. This whole mess.”

A pint-sized Latino soaked in what smells like Strawberry Sangria and stale hotdog water steadily trudges towards you and the boy, mopey mouth running a mile a minute with no room to spare for a shut the fuck up. You’d honestly sneer at his sorry sloshed-up sight if he didn’t just embrace the sticky spilled drink all over the both of you without a second boundary’s worth of thought nor hesitation.

Oh, broken mirror Is there anything you can salvage of me? I don’t know, sorry

His caramel cheeks are flushed Cosmo-pinker and his face is a miserable smear of nosebleeds and sobriety, but being teetotal wouldn’t explain why he’s wearing that godawful vomit-brown paisley top and a clunky sports helmet in the middle of a goddamned nightclub. Although, thinking back on all the times you almost got concussed in between getting stampeded by staggering strangers and oversensual half-lovers and snorting bullheads spoiling for a fight, he may just have the right idea. Especially if he’s gonna keep up that honest-to-badness garish haunted sofa ‘fit and trashy pick-up line streak. No matter how adorably, hopelessly, idiotically innocent it was clearly intended to be.

Hollywood don’t do subtle, and this kid was anything and everything under god’s wilted green earth and piss-yellow sunshine but.

And if it made you happy, I would’ve done anything I just wanted to match everything you did

Strawberry shortcake wedges himself in between you two (practically plopped right on the boy’s lap and that venomous rage resurges but you’re all out of froofy drinks and you’re honestly feeling a bit sick and sluggish from the syrupy sweetness and that unfading acrid taste from three free shots and an accidental alcoholic waterboarding ago, so down, bitch!) and laments some more to his apparent wingman over a glucose-elevating order of Virgin Mudslide about his voodooed lacklustre lady luck.

Halfway through the hurricane glass, he gets so impossibly giddy over the thought of never finding true love tonight that his splayed limbs start to have a life of their own and his whirling seat’s rivets fly off like teeny artillery, prompting a serrated scowl from the shaved-head bartender and a rub on the back from the sympathetically exasperated boy as he mumbles something about “first Hortense, now this—why can’t we just have a nice boys out for once without it getting all screwed-up and messy, I swear to god...” and even you actually start to feel a bit sorry for him and his little project reject.

It’s so frustrating But I can’t even bring myself to cry I can’t even shed a tear

With this, boybestie’s promptly encouraged with a crumpled wadful of cocktail napkins, one Helmetie less, and a mollifying bro pat on the back to take it easy and breathe it out, loosen...er, tighten up and get himself back out there on the raucous runaway, and try again (and again and again and again by the looks of it, you’d willingly bet your overcharged tab). They’re the Hollywood super party kings of Hollywood, for crying out loud (whatever the hell that even meant—and Hollywood twice cancels the whole equation out...okay, you really need to lay down on the chasers before you become the next new-age enlightener. And also just lay down, in general), so he better stop the pervy twenty questions game and the shady cool cat act and just try to be himself this time. But maybe just not too much himself.

Hey, so I gave you the notice But the after-effects are getting to me I can’t just be calm and collected about this all And so now we’re both getting a taste of this irony

Nerve-twisting numbers or not, the boy makes a really good point. You’re never really yourself when you’re hanging out in these kinda jank joints, of infamous druggies and has-been thuggies and mostly junkied now-next-to-nobodies—when you’re there overdressed to unimpress for the free drinks and the easy-A lust and the wishy-washy escapism of being no one or everyone or anyone else at all, there isn’t any need to be yourself, after all. That’s the last thing any try-hard outsider would ever want in this silver-lined city, to be known for being yourself since there’s no riches in radical reality...but despite that, the boy himself strangely seems to feel right at home here, no fragile façade nor pity-love fable to peddle save that salvaged heart bleeding bubblegum songs and unsaid stories all over his hundred-dollar sleeve.

Well, don’t say you didn’t want to know I’m feeling on edge, give me something to spur me on

You can see lost scars peeking shyly from behind his apropos Tom Ford bomber jacket that does nothing to hide the soiled clothes of a wayward child stumbling skinning his knees in dirty wonderland, you can see the branching scars that cross his tempered face like fortune lines and coat his sweetest words with an aftertaste of berry-baby-bitter that makes him swallow his guilt a lot harder just so his perfect smile could be a little softer, if you step back and look closer to dim down the glaring migraine lights reflecting rainbows and district red lights all over his flawless skin, you can see he’s really built of nothing else but smouldering diamond bones and vicious tooth and nail ambitions and the prettiest little scars. He hides it well; but there’s no place left to hide in this cramped hellhole but upfront.

Pretty boy, popular boy, perfect boy, who hurt you?

Give me more of that conviction Give me more reasons to stand up again Give me however many and however many times

You don’t ask anymore. It might just be from one-too-many slips and slurries and shots of flaming sambuca, but choosers can’t be hypocrites and you hardly even recall if you exchanged names. Saying hi all the time and staying high all the time, some nitty-gritty details are bound to drop off into asterisks—like how long ago did you meet, and why can’t your hands stop blurring in front of you when the boy’s holding them so tightly it’s cutting off the blood circulation and keeping you numb to every sinking gripping aching touch, and why do you need to care about all these pointless questions? What was your name again...?

Well, whatever. It doesn’t really matter at all. You don’t need names to dance. You don’t need names to fuck. You don’t need names to remember for longer than a nascent after-hours, turning blood-red against yellowed eyes and evergreen veins. But you’re not so sure you want to forget, either.

If you can love someone More than the number of your regrets Then that love is something you should sing out loud Forget about what I promised you on that day

The silence speaks volumes. He spills half his vodka tonic on the jacket while grimacing from the lime and invites you to dance. You laugh and clumsily pull him into the floor, and that terrible twist of time leaves a lot of space for bad intentions as it slows the both of you into a phantasmic non-apropos waltz.

Wishing you well as I send you off Just one last thing to bother you with— I’m sorry. Well, then...see you again

Tired forehead to piercing clavicle. Phantom hands anchored and tracing gently-swaying hips, arching closer, grinding teeth. Broad blustered chests exploding in hazardous friction, challenging each other to thump a little faster, a little louder, a lot more painful, catching breaths catching up to the reverberating electrified drop before the raving crowd goes wild and they all fall down and you would too—god, why does everything burn so fucking much?—if only the boy isn’t holding every part of you together. You and the boy and you’re his boy but is he your boy? You’re not sure you’re not sure of anything anymore and you’re almost afraid to feel afraid to ask and it’s stupid and you’re stupid—stop acting so stupid, where’s your heavy hurting head, up there, up where, where did all your clever lies go off to, to throw up the poison and feel okay again or to curl up and die all alone in some other hypothetical hellhole where it wouldn’t be caught dead—as if you haven’t done this before.

For you, I always wanted to be just right for you If I just thought about how you could do anything I didn’t need any aspirations And if it made you happy, I would’ve done anything I even would’ve wanted to be a clown

You’ve been here before, danced a million ankle-breaking steps before, fucked a hundred wasted no-names before, remembered a thousand hangover ways to wake up on the wrong side of Viva La Holy Hollywood before, but you’re one-hundred percent sure plus one that you’ve never ever done this before. Never felt anything like this before. What is this, you may ask? Why ask at all? Maybe you shouldn’t. The boy’s not looking for answers he knows he couldn��t give back. But you’re still going to ask. God, you have to ask. Even if it’s just this time. Damn whatever the hell your dizzy dirty deadly cocksure fucking ego is screaming at you in every available profane language but right now, but there’s no other time to waste than now.

Ah, I’m out of time now Turn around, turn it all around, for me now

“Are you still gonna want me tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, but I like the idea of you. And I want you, right here, right now.”

What’s for what and what’s for who? I guess I’ll know when it’s all over, huh?

No promises. Nothing different. You’ve seen this shit before, a bajillion times over. He’s good at this. He’s done this before. You’ve believed it before. But you believe in him anyway.

You don’t know what else to do. You don’t know how else to think. You can’t feel anything but the boy.

Pretty boy, popular boy, perfect boy, why do you hurt?

I love this good-for-nothing lifeform with all my heart And even if this isn’t the best solution I just want to be myself...ah, it’s time now

Now you’re dancing, you’re dancing, and the cramped room crashes down around you and the lasting memory of the boy falters and the stringent beat has fallen away into a senseless static rush and you’re still somehow strobing and gyrating and writhing fucking mechanical as you hold onto him for dear life and delight and dear lies and the constellated kisses on your broken neck are stinging and numbed fingers bruising hips and grinding teeth breaking hollows and everyone and their chemical friends are watching, are watching but the glitter in your bleached-blue eyes shine like salty stars reflected against ocean indigo and something slips inside your tongue sinking the unsinkable and it’s not a pastel pill or a blotter or the sun but you gag once and get swallowed whole as everything melts down into a bad trip and he’s desperately asking for your name—what was it again, tell me tell me tell me—and you’re screaming something maybe like his name beneath his slippery scarred skin spreading with cracks and heady perfume and you’re hot and cold all over and over it’s over and going under underwater and all that’s left to think about is the all-consuming idea of him, and him, and him, and maybe, and maybe you—don’t know don’t know don’t want—you want it. Right here, right now. Maybe just enough to forget nothing, everything, anything at all. Maybe you like the idea of us.

No matter how it turns out, I’m going to go now To the starting line, top speed in the direction of love

Maybe you even love the boy, in some other dying cosmic yesterday you never dreamed to imagine before and never will again, even if you escape this pretty greenyellowredblack hole and fucking crawl out of that infinite stampede and make it out alive, alive, are you alive somehow. But you’re feeling smaller and smaller and your headspace is empty and your bloodshot vision is darkening and you’re not gonna ruin it like that. You’re not gonna ruin him like that. Not tonight.

I T ’  S    O   N      Y      O        U         N        O           W        —

Ride on, ride on now, to the other side of yesterday And I’ll overtake even longing itself.

#irdk why i'm posting this here but aye here's a dumb unreality-ish jamett fic i wrote last november and posted some weeks ago #i don't even know what the purpose of this either it's just. oops my brain slipped and i woke up with this and drool all over my keyboard #have some y/n!jett and vaguely dark!james??? ft. 21+ btr gang inexplicably raving it out idk how nightclubs and drinking work tbh #also i just like the way this gif edit turned out so i wanna plaster it elsewhere (<- is bad at making gifs and has abysmal expectations) #btr #big time rush #fanfic #one shot #fanfiction #james diamond #jett stetson #jamett #angst #hurt/comfort #songfic #nightclub #second person pov #not in my mirror #james diamond x jett stetson #the line that starts the whole story #nickelodeon #writeblr #stop it forever #this is just for posterity really. maybe i shouldn't be posting my fics here but i kinda want an archive of them on my blog too so sorry #no one's gonna read this anyway so it's fine by me bc i liked writing it too much :'> and i'm gonna keep writing them bc they're fun #and at this point my lack of writing skills could just shut the hell up #also p.s. i fucking hate tumblr's editing system it's so painful to use on desktop especially with all the different formatting. obehaglig #this took too long for me not to throw it out and also i don't want it clogging up my drafts anymore so blep blip bluppp

[lewisvinga]

good lord | daniel ricciardo x fem! reader

summary; in which daniel is absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend

fc; alycia debnam carey

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested ! based off of pookie and jett ( yall better know who i’m talking abt ) bc daniel would so be like jett

masterlist !

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yourusername: went on a silly little walk to buy some silly fruit today

danielricciardo: WOW WHATTA WOMAN😍😍🥴🥴

yourusername: dannyyyyyyy😭

danielricciardo: you look marvelous, babe😍😍

yourusername: thank you my luv😞🩷

username: the bag is everything omg

username: i live for daniel’s comments

username: she’s so prettyyyyy

username: daniel’s so lucky to be dating her

danielricciardo: i tell that to myself everyday !

username: daniel is such a simp im crying

username: y/n is so pookie

username: need that bag fr

username: imagine walking around looking like that 😫😫

maxverstappen1: ur bfs drooling over ur post btw

danielricciardo: yeah and i have no shame abt it

yourusername: that’s danny ric for u

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yourusername: date nights w him >>

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danielricciardo: HUBBAHUBBAHUBBA

danielricciardo: you always look exquisite 😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍

landonorris: ENOUGH W THW EMOJIS

yourusername: don’t mind lando, he’s cranky😞 u always look handsome tho babe🩷🩷😫🥴🥴

username: daniel’s comments are always so damn funny 😭😭😭

username: the black mini dress EATS

username: i’ll never be in the comments before daniel 😞

lilymhe: sooooo pretty😫

yourusername: 🙈🙈

username: daniel looks so good wait

username: my fave wag🥹

username: they remind me of campbell and jett😭😭😭

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yourusername: always spoiled by my love 🤍 thank you for everything, my danny 🤍

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danielricciardo: dear lord, babe, you always look stunning 😍🥰

username: this is so pookie and jett coded omg

danielricciardo: pookie looks absolutely fire tonight❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

yourusername: LMFAOOO DANNYYY

username: POOKIE AND JETT REFERENCE I’M CRYINGG

danielricciardo: always the best for you❤️i love you❤️

yourusername: i love you 🙁🩷

username: oh to be spoiled by daniel ricciardo…

username: the hair is giving what it’s supposed to give 😍😍

username: she’s so😣😣

landonorris: ur bf keeps annoying me

yourusername: did u deserve it

landonorris: all i asked was for him to stop saying pookie😞

yourusername: u deserved it pookie😒

username: “my danny” IM SOBBING

username: i need a man to be as obsessed w me as daniel is w pookie y/n liked by yourusername and danielricciardo !

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