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the little things

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Medic!Reader Synopsis: Five times Soap questions the relationship between Ghost and the 141's Medic, and the one time he gets an answer. Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: mentions of blood, mild swearing Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters.

The first time is purely by accident.

It’s not like he’s trying to eavesdrop; it isn’t his fault the infirmary doors were left wide open, and it doesn’t seem like you and Ghost are trying to be quiet. Price called everyone for a meeting in twenty and, since the infirmary’s on the way, Soap figures he’d swing by and grab you. He’s walking towards the doors, paying attention to nothing in particular, when your unmistakable laugh echoes into the hallway. Soap stumbles slightly, caught off guard by the sudden noise.

Someone’s enjoying themselves, he thinks. He’s almost six steps from the door when you laugh again, this time followed by the deep timbre of a familiar voice that makes Soap stop in his tracks.

Price was the one who had brought you onto the team, but it was supposedly Ghost who had recommended you. “Only medic I ever met who actually knew what they were doing,” he had said. Apparently the two of you had previously worked on multiple missions together, and that was made obvious by the way you two worked flawlessly around each other with an efficiency that could only have been cultivated through a deep trust and years of teamwork.

Soap slowly approaches, all his stealth training coming to the forefront as he leans next to the door and focuses in on what you’re saying.

“It’ll only take a day, two tops. I promise.” Soap can hear the smile in your voice. Glancing at the glass panes of the doors, he can just make out your reflection. You’re standing beside an empty bed, behind an overbed table that’s covered in papers, leaning on your elbows to smile widely up at Ghost as he stands against the wall on the opposite side of the bed looking wholly unimpressed.

“You want me to spend an entire day sitting in the corner and watching you give everyone on base flu shots?”

“No, I’m asking if you’ll sit in the corner and look intimidating while I give everyone on base flu shots. The “look intimidating” part’s important,” you speak matter-of-factly.

“I’ve seen you amputate a man’s leg at the knee mid-combat. You’re telling me you can’t handle a few shots by yourself?”

Soap makes a note to ask about that story later.

“I can handle myself just fine, thank you. It’s everyone else that’s the problem here.” Ghost blinks at you, seemingly not believing you. “I get it, you’re all big, tough guys who face death every day-” Soap sinks his teeth into his cheek to fight back a laugh as you try to lower your voice in a very poor imitation of Ghost, “-but the way some of these guys act, you’d think I was coming at them with some kind of medieval torture device. I just think-” “That’d be a first.”

“-If I had someone that everyone respects, and is a little bit afraid of, sitting nearby then they’d stop with the whining and I can get my job done faster.”

There’s a long pause as you and Ghost stand locked into a staring contest. Soap swears that, for a moment, something like amusement crosses Ghost’s eyes.

“You think people are only a little afraid of me?” Ghost asks, tilting his head ever-so-slightly. You let out a loud, exaggerated scoff, throwing your hands up.

“Fine! Go lurk in a dark corner and scare children, or whatever it is you do, instead of helping me. Just don’t be surprised if I’m suddenly out of painkillers the next time you get shot.” You’re facing away from him, pouting like a child with your arms crossed over your chest. Both Soap and Ghost know you don’t mean it, your flawless reputation is too important to you, but Ghost sighs and nods anyways.

“Just tell me what days-” Ghost is barely done talking when you’re spinning around, nearly knocking the table over.

“Really?”

“Whatever will get you to stop being a brat.” Like water off a duck’s back, the insult runs right off of you as you clap your hands together. “Now, come on. Don’t want to be late to Price’s meeting.” Ghost pushes himself off the wall as you shuffle your scattered papers into organized piles to look through later. Soap leans back, taking a few quiet steps back from the door as you and Ghost start to leave the infirmary.

“Hold on, one sec.” Soap pauses as he hears your hurried footsteps, looking back to your reflection in the glass. Eyes widening, his jaw drops as he watches Ghost let you grab his arm and push yourself up onto your toes to place a quick kiss to the cheekbone of the larger man’s plated skull mask. “Thank you,” you speak softly, taking a couple small steps back.

Soap doesn’t have time to process as you and Ghost step out of the infirmary, immediately spotting him as he stands dumbly in the hallway.

“Hey Soap! You heading to Price’s office, too?” Soap blinks, shaking off the shock and giving you a quick nod.

“Yeah, I was just about to come get the two of you.”

“Let’s go, then,” Ghost says, turning and walking away without waiting for you or Soap. You fall in step behind him almost instantly, waving Soap over. Soap glances between the two of you as he follows. He knew the two of you weren’t strangers. He’d even speculated you might’ve been friends, but he’d never imagined you might’ve been something more. He wants to know more, but also gets the sneaking suspicion that this isn’t something he should be prying into. Ghost has always been a private man.

Either way, he has no time to think on it further as the three of you enter Price’s office.

The second time, he’s in far too much pain and far too tired to really remember if it actually happened.

Despite everything, the mission had been a success, though the cost had almost been too much. Your team of seven has two unconscious, three severely injured, and the rest sporting a variety of bullet grazes and knife wounds. None dead, thanks to your quick thinking and efficient work. It’s late and the team’s holed up in an old safehouse overnight waiting for evac. Soap is sat up against the far wall, watching you with drooping eyes as you flit around the safehouse, tending to everyone’s wounds. He had been fortunate enough to only have a few minor wounds, but the adrenaline of the fight is fading fast and the comedown is hitting hard.

Ghost is on watch and is the last person you check on, at his own insistence and much to your annoyance. He bats you away from any of the minor cuts and bruises, so you pull up a chair next to his and focus on the deep gash running across his right forearm. Through his sleep-hazed gaze, Soap watches you expertly stitch Ghost’s arm. He can hear the two of you mumbling to each other, but doesn’t have the energy to try and decipher your words. Once you’ve finished wrapping Ghost’s arm, you glance around at the others.

You must assume everyone is asleep by the way you deflate, running a tired hand down your face and stretching your neck with a grimace. You scoot your chair closer to Ghost’s, shutting your eyes and letting your head fall against his armored shoulder. To Soap’s surprise and not to yours, Ghost makes no move to push you away, instead shifting so your head’s not at such an awkward angle and settling into his own chair. Soap can feel his curiosity creeping up, but sleep wins out in the end and he passes out not long after.

When he wakes, Ghost is in the same spot, but you’re curled up in a beaten up arm chair across the room still asleep.

When evac finally arrives, everyone is awake, and you and Ghost hardly acknowledge each other as he briefs Price over comms and you help load wounded into the helicopter.

The third time, he’s sneaking through the rain and blood-soaked streets of Las Almas, Ghost guiding him through his ear as he makes his way to the church.

He knows he should’ve seen it coming, but Graves’s betrayal stings nonetheless. Soap pushes the anger down, instead focusing on reaching the rendezvous point so they can escape and rescue Alejandro. The banter helps, but there’s an edge to Ghost’s voice that Soap understands as worry.

They haven’t heard from you since you all were separated.

They both know you can handle yourself, and worrying about it won’t help, so they talk and sort through their situation: what supplies Soap can pick up, how bad tequila tastes, the tactical uses for dog piss. Everything is as fine as it can be while on the run from deadly mercenaries. Until-

“The mask. Take it off.”

“Show my face?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Negative.”

“Are you ugly?”

“Quite the opposite.”

“Can confirm.” Soap nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden sound of your voice.

“Holy hell, where have you been?”

“Aw, you worried about me, Soap?” The teasing tells him you’re not in too much danger, or are at least somewhere you feel safe, but something in your voice feels…off.

“What’s your status?” Ghost cuts in.

“Managed to get out of the village,” you groan through a deep exhale, and give a haggard laugh, “can’t say the same for the Shadows.”

Ghost gives a quiet hum of praise, but all Soap can hear is the strain in your winded voice. “You alright, Doc? You sound-”

“Dings and scrapes, Soap. I’ll be fine. Meet up with you later.”

“Wh-”

“Don’t worry about it, Johnny,” Ghost sighs, “just focus on getting to the church.

“Right,” Soap mutters. He returns his focus back to the mission at hand, rummaging through the drawers in front of him for rope he can wrap around his extra fan blade.

It hits him just as he spots the reflective shine of a shard of glass on the floor. Can confirm, is what you’d said. Did that mean-

“The Doc’s seen you without the mask.” It comes out as more of a statement than a question.

“Let’s worry about you, Sergeant.”

The fourth time, he lands hard on his feet in the pitch black of Alejandro’s safehouse. Soap has his back turned as Ghost climbs in the window behind him. Luckily for him, as Ghost sees the laser sight aiming right for Soap’s back.

“Don’t move!” Ghost calls out, before launching a knife into the support beam across the room. Soap whirls around to shine his light at the beam just as someone calls out from behind it.

“¿Quién está ahí?”

Before either he or Ghost can answer, someone else stands and walks around to the front, “About time you two showed up!” Your voice is an instant relief as they both relax while you turn back to let Rodolfo know it’s safe to come out.

“Either of you injured?” you ask, eyes scanning over Soap as Ghost hops down from the open window and Rudy returns his knife.

“Nothing major,” Soap assures you, though your eyes linger on the bullet hole in his arm.

“Found this one trying to climb in through the same window,” Rudy explains, nodding towards you.

“I almost had it,” you laugh, leaning to the side to put your weight on the beam. They don’t miss the way you wince, and it doesn’t take long to notice your right leg is a deep red from the knee up.

“Your leg-”

“Looks worse than it is.”

Soap doesn’t believe you, but the subject changes to Graves and he lets it go. The four of you settle around the table as the guys formulate their plan for Alejandro’s prison break. You set your palms atop the table, leaning forward to take as much weight off of your leg as you can so you can focus on the conversation. It doesn’t help much, but it helps enough and soon the plan is concrete enough to take action. While Rudy leads Soap to the weapons locker, you take a seat on a nearby box to check the haphazard bandages you’ve wrapped around your thigh.

“You’re staying here.” Soap glances over as Ghost speaks. You laugh quietly, leaning back on your hands to stare up at the man towering over you.

“Leaving me all by my lonesome?” You sound like you’re complaining, but even from a distance Soap can see the relief in your face. Your teasing does little to soothe the stress radiating from Ghost.

“Just-” Ghost lets out a long sigh before dropping his voice so low, Soap can barely hear his words. “Be careful. Please.” You sit up straight, face suddenly serious as you set a gentle hand on Ghost’s wrist.

“For you? Always.”

“Soap, can you grab the rest of the guns?” Soap snaps back to attention, nodding at Rudy and collecting what guns he can. It takes all of two minutes, and when he turns back, Ghost is sorting through papers and you’ve set to properly bandaging your leg.

By the fifth time something happens, Soap is absolutely sure there’s something between you and the Lieutenant. He notices it everytime the two of you are together: the quiet banter, the dark jokes only the two of you enjoy, the way Ghost always seems to hover near where you’re standing. It isn’t until the 141’s every-so-often night out that his suspicions are confirmed. Gaz and Price stepped away for a round of darts ten minutes ago, and now Soap finds himself sitting alone watching you and Ghost talk at the opposite end of the bar.

“You keep staring like that, and they’re going to notice.” Soap chokes on his drink as Price takes a seat next to him, Gaz snickering as he flops down on Soap’s other side and claps him on the back.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” Soap coughs out, clearing his throat and looking anywhere but the other end of the bar. Price sees straight through his lie, of course.

“Gaz, why don’t you see if the Doc wants to try a hand at darts?”

“Sure thing, boss.” Another clap on the back and Gaz is making his way over to you and Ghost. Soap startles as Price leans close and nudges him in the side with his elbow.

“Keep your eyes on him,” Price whispers, and leans away to sip at his own glass. Soap takes another drink, sneakily glancing up just as Gaz reaches you and Ghost. You smile widely at him, nodding when he gestures towards the darts board. You turn and say something to Ghost before standing from the bar and following after Gaz to the other side of the room. Ghost’s eyes follow you the entire way, never once leaving your form.

“Watches like a hawk, that one,” Price hums, “and I thought he’d be better at subtlety.” Soap turns to his Captain, brows furrowed in confusion.

“You-” Price shushes him, and nods back towards Ghost. Soap looks back, and they watch as Ghost sets down his empty glass, stands, then makes his way over to you and Gaz. He posts up, leaning against the wall closest to you where you can easily smile at him every time one of your throws lands.

“Like a lost puppy,” Price laughs.

“What’s the situation there?” Soap asks, glancing back at Price, but all Price can offer is a lazy shrug.

“Don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s been happening for a long time.”

“Alright, just got a couple papers for you to sign and you should be good to go,” you smile, gently turning Soap’s head to examine the area you’ve just pulled his stitches from.

“Thanks, Doc. ‘Preciate it.” You give a playfully dismissive wave, disappearing behind the dividing curtain.

“I’ll be right back!” you call and Soap nods, more to himself than you. He glances around at his sterile surroundings, eyes bouncing from the white walls to the white floor to the white bedsheets. The overbed table sits just next to him, though this time there’s no mess of papers scattered atop it. Instead, there sits a single file and after twenty seconds of solid boredom, Soap can’t help himself.

Lifting from the bottom corner of the file, Soap nearly drops it as he sees your picture clipped to a pile of papers. He looks behind him, pulling the curtain just enough to peer through. He spots you on the far side of the infirmary, waiting patiently at the printer. Letting the curtain fall, he quickly turns back to your file. He flips it open, picking up the paper with your photo attached. It’s an older picture, maybe from three or four years ago, but your smile is still as wide as ever.

Flipping the picture up reveals almost two entire pages of solid black lines. There’s more redacted information here than Soap has ever seen. Soap skims through what few sentences are available, every so often catching things like SIS and specialty interrogation tactics and a slew of words he never would’ve associated with your cheerful demeanor. He gets to the final page that appears to be a printed copy of the photo and his heart nearly stops as he reads the name written at the bottom and everything clicks together in his head.

Your last name is Riley.

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aamircoeur · 2 years

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Hello!! How are you??

You’ve been gone for a little while, so I’m just wondering what’s up ?

Signed As: 🇵🇱 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛 !

omg hey babes! thank you for checking up on me but it's nothing to worry about, have just been really, really busy that i lost the motivation to write =( ! sorry, i'll try to write when i can. 💗

#aamircoeur

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aamircoeur · 2 years

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can you do a chamber nsfw alphabet

Chamber Smut Alphabet

thank you for the request babes! 💗 FEM!Reader.

warnings: smut, nsfw, mentions of kinks, mostly softdom!chamber (but him and reader are probably switch). template not mine.

Aftercare = (what they're like after sex)

ー well prepared! has warm towels and or tissues ready, as well as water and some of your favorite snacks. he'll do anything that you ask him to, whether it be a massage to your feet or a bubble bath.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ー his favorite part of his body are his hands. he likes the feeling of holding you and touching you at all times. his favorite part of yours are either your mouth; he says that he likes to see you smile or bite your lip for him. he likes the o-shape that you make when you moan, too.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ー i think he likes to finish outside of you where he can see it, preferably on your stomach or chest.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ー his mind goes.. elsewhere, whenever he sees your hair in a ponytail, and it gives him boners in the most unfortunate times often.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

ー i think he's fairly experienced! probably watched pornography at least once when he was younger, and he's had multiple exes, i'm thinking

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ー doggy, or standing.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ー slightly humorous, i think? like, he'd want to smile at you for feeling good whilst making him feel good. teases, and loud laughs when he makes you admit something during intercourse.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

ー he'd have small hairs trailing down to his crotch, nothing too long nor bushy. well trimmed i suppose.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ー very vocal with words, he wants you to know just how good you make him feel. calls you, "beautiful" or "mon amour". probably says, "i love you" too.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ー i don't think he does it too often, just when he's super stressed or when you're away from a weeks-long mission, maybe. or whenever he craves for your touch.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ー moaning kink, marking kink, mirror kink, and hair pulling. choking too, maybe? but on him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ー the bedroom, always. or in his place, his condo maybe. where you are both completely in each other's privacy alone, and no one else's.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

ー when you wear anything to expose your neck and collarbones or your shoulders, when one or both of you have done something worth celebrating.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ー age play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

ー really, really likes receiving, but prefers giving. likes pleasuring you a lot, likes the slightly painful feeling when you pull his hair a little too hard for feeling too good. babe's prideful.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ー maybe average? like normal- starts of slow, and speeds up at the end.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

ー quick orals or handjobs, maybe, but no sex. he prefers to take his time there. though, he really likes seeing you on your knees for him at times.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ー maybe, but he's cautious, still. he's willing to be playful and fuck in a creaky bed while the other agents are in the other room, just to see how the two of you would last and such.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

ー chamber can last up to two to three (or possibly more) rounds, but he'll stop immediately when you want to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ー a gag and choker for him. a vibe and blindfold for you, maybe?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ー teases you all the time !! he'd coo at you so annoyingly when you show any signs of overstimulation, small chuckles in between his pants and words.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ー LOUD! he isn't ashamed to moan and groan and hiss 'nd everything for you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ー has thoughts of impregnating you, but no real words were ever said. yet. and he probably likes pegging, yay!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ー his tattoos decorate his whole body beautifully. his cock is above average in both length and girth, i don't make the rules.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

ー he is willing to do it anytime you wanna, unless he and you are genuinely so tired after missions.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ー not very quickly, he makes sure that you're more than okay and comfortable first before he even thinks of resting.

#chamber x reader #valorant #valorant imagines #valorant hcs #nsfw alphabet #chamber valorant

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aamircoeur · 2 years

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since I loved ur little story of spicy stuff for cypher and sova, can we also have one for Yoru And Chamber??

(bc I simp for all four of them🥰, and ur stories are great!)

glad you liked my blogs babes!!! thank you for requesting <3

Spicy HCs For Yoru & Chamber

GN!Reader, no pronouns mentioned.

warnings: n$fw, filthy talking, sub/dom dynamics, kink mentions, mention of radianite powers, voyeurism kinda, aftercare. unedited. PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

a/n: kinda went overboard with yoru.. is it that obvious that he's my favorite? also! this is straight-up sex stuff, not just spicy hcs.. Sorry.

Yoru

PRAISE KINK

MASSIVE PRAISE KINKK I WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT THIS

babe grunts n pants but he would never fully on moanー maybe when cumming, but that's still negotiable

probably has music playing in the background to set the mood beforehand and during

he tries to act so tough but will be so caught into the feeling of touching and fucking you that he'll lose his mind kinda

he'll dirty talk so harshly then whine afterwards

"you're my slut, yeah? mine? y-mmnh, yeah?"

cue the pitch of his voice turning higher

would pull your hair :)

would prefer to dom even though he loves being babied and shit

wouldn't mind subbing though, but he'd be more quiet then

brat when subbing maybe? idk, let's talk about that

he whines a lot

hands underneath your thighs and knees kinda guy

his eyebrows would be furrowed while his jaw hangs low while he fucks you

bite marks!!!

did i mention that he whines a lot?

loves making out w u

ALSO likes oral sex, both giving and receiving but more on the latter

rambles on praises to you and compliments you so so much when he's close

speaks in japanese often when caught in the moment

OH AND i saw this headcanon in blogs from waaaay before but when overstimulated and stuff, rift particles would float around him and you 'cus he loses control of his powers bc of how good he feels <3

would clean up with you and just put his arms around you, his wordless way of asking you to rest in bed with him

he'd get you water or anything if you ask tho!

he's your slave, abuse your power babes /j

Chamber

he's always either an asshole or a soft dom, no in between

wants to know what makes you feel the best, through finding out for himself or him just straight on asking you how you touch yourself for him to see and learn

rips your clothes n while mumbling, "i'll buy you more later," under his breath

MIRROR FUCKING!

him being rough with you from behind just to see his glasses struggle to stay on the bridge of your nose thru the mirror

licks your cheeks a lot idk

smirks the entire time it's annoying

would look so ?? proud when you dom him, idk he's weird (lovingly)

adores getting on his knees for you

massages you before and after sex

MAN IS LOUD

isn't ashamed to moan for you

boarderline pornographic if you ask me

would put his thumb in your mouth then say, "suck."

hehe

brushes your hair away to see your face clearer

idk i just see him smiling the entire time bc being with you makes him happy ??

kisses your face a lot

and your thighs

and your everything

wouldn't mind using toys

the absolute best at aftercare, babe would have water and snacks and a warm cloth or bath ready for you, anything you need!

#valorant #valorant imagines #valorant hcs #valorant x reader #yoru valorant #chamber valorant #valorant smut

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aamircoeur · 2 years

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Beast

Edward Cullen x fem!reader (18+)

Summary: Edward is just a beast when it comes to sex lol

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: jumps right into sex lol, no build up

A/N: Batman got me back on the Rob train, which led me back to Edward. I don’t write him often so he’s probably ooc here but it doesn’t matter, this is smut. (p.s. back muscles hhhhhgghg)

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aamircoeur · 2 years

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hello :) can you write something where fade and sage realize their s/o (reader) bulimic/anorexic? how would they confront the reader? i would really love some comfort :) thank you!!

hi darling !! sorry it took a while, i was busy with some personal things. genuinely hope that you get through this safely babe, take care of yourself. i know you can. thank you for the ask :)

Fade & Sage X Reader with an E.D.

GN!Reader. they/them pronouns. hc format.

warnings: possible ooc, eating disorders, bad mental health

a/n: hello! i am unfamiliar with e.d.'s for i do not have it for myself nor do i know anyone that has it so i can't say that i wrote these with any accuracy. please lmk if i said something inaccurate, or if i offended anyone in any way. thank you!

Fade

i genuinely think that fade would notice after a good while if not immediately

i mean, she tends to take care of herself very well! she knows every meal time and eats and snacks whenever necessary

but when she noticed that you were eating at times way before or far after she has, she's grown worried

she doesn't even see you eat sometimes!

it confuses her, which is why she'll keep her thoughts to herself at first

but when she finally confronts you, it'll be in the calmest and most comforting way ever

she'll ask you why this happened and when it started, gathering all of the information that she can regarding your disorder and ways to help you

she really, really wants to help you

which is why as reserved and collected her behavior and personality is, she tries her best to lovingly remind you to eat and drink on time

encourages you to have your meals with her!

she distracts you and makes your meal time so much more light in your feels because she talks to you about things so well

reminds and reassures you very often with how incredible you are and in her eyes, how you're her "dream lover" and how she just wants you to be happy with yourself

she'll be very mindful of her words too, in hopes of not triggering you or anything

will be hesitant to point out your wrongdoings because maybe you purposely didn't eat again or ate right after eating

but trust her, she will. tries not to sound mean about it though, please listen to her she just really cares

Sage

i swear she loves you a lot! but when she's partly in charge of keeping the protocol safe and shit, it probably takes her a little while more to notice than fade

but when she does though she'll be super duper worried

and as much as you love to hear her voicing out her worries for you, her bombarding you with questions and nagging you so worriedly, it's totally normal to feel overwhelmed and ashamed as if you were caught for something

but as soon as she notices your own worries and problems, she'll calm down immediately

assuming that she's experienced in the medical field, i think she'll be knowledgeable with psychology and people's mentality as well

offers to talk to you about your disorder

sage will listen very closely to your own feelings about your disorder, worried gf turned into therapist mode of some sort

gives you tips on how to go through it, personally talks to connections about e.d.s too just so she has a concrete grasp of the situation with you

reassures you 24/7

expect more kisses from her in every part of your body

helps you make a diet to balance out your body's needs, and she does the diet with you!

maybe encourages others in the protocol as well

which leads to her and them introducing you to various new and very healthy food types just to encourage you to eat within your diet and meal schedule

babe loves you no matter what, but she'll love you maybe more if you loved yourself at the same amount that she does

#valorant #valorant imagines #valorant hcs #valorant x reader #valorant sage #valorant fade

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aamircoeur · 2 years

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i only just saw this what was it about ;w; ;;;; ahaha,,,

i .. don't know 😭😭 ?? Probably abt a fanfic? Sorry HAHAHA

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aamircoeur · 2 years

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soft, warm, and comforting are few of the words to describe sova. little acts of everything is what he does for you as a loverー be it to tie your shoelaces or to make you something to drink in the morning. he loves making you close your eyes then kissing your eyelashes. he doesn't mind if you ask him to hold hands with you; him removing his gloves beforehand in order to touch you directly skin-to-skin. ask him to kiss you, please? kisses that're nothing too heated nor lazy. him holding your waist as you cup his cheeks is the way to go. his hum a small thing he does to non-verbally say that he likes it.

#valorant #valorant imagines #valorant hcs #valorant x reader #valorant sova

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aamircoeur · 2 years

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My type is nervous wrecks named Eddie.

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Yo I saw your requests are open so can I request a cypher x g/n reader where reader tries to impress him by always being on their best but because of that they're so busy on trying to impress him they start to lose themselves(idk but like starting to change in a way cypher doesn't really like) and cypher is aware reader's feelings but to scared and he confronts reader about stuff and reader is back to being their own usual self and voila they're dating now, sorry if this is long and specific and i dont really know where and what your rules are 😞

hey !! thank u for the ask :)) and don't worry about the length of your ask i have no limits for that !! edit: IT'S 4AM! please excuse spelling and grammatical errors.

Just You.

Cypher x GN!Reader. [they/them] pronouns.

warnings: possibly ooc, weird behavior, use of [name] (y/n alternative), use of pet name (little thing).

short-fic; story format. 2nd POV. italics for flashbacks/thoughts.

word count: 1.1k

It was sweet, you thought. He was sweet. Never did you expect to have this undeniable attraction to your co-worker, and a masked one at that, but here you are, nearly in your third hour of practicing your aim in the shooting range.

"Enemy spotted in Heavenー oh. Nice shot, [Name]." Cypher's comms was cut short as you quickly took down the spotted enemy.

"Thank you..!" You responded through the earpiece. A chuckle was given as a reply to you, probably him just taking note of your sudden shyness.

You recalled the memory to why you were practicing in the first place. You and Cypher had a small thing going on... a bond, or something. Always unconsciously giving direct comms to each other during missions, touching one another's arms or shoulders teasingly upon seeing each other, stares from across the room taking a little too long for there to be space for platonic feelings.. It was cute.

So why were you even practicing for this long? .. The way he said the praise felt good. Or was it because he himself said it? Am I really doing everything just to impress a guy? His tone was flirty! ー Your mind was in shambles.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted as you heard heavy footsteps approach you. "Good evening, [Name]. Still training?" Sova let out a small smile towards your way.

You looked at him then sighed, dropping your arms to your side as you lowered your guard. "Hey, Sova. Yeah, I'm just using up all the time that I have to improve.. at least I hope I am," You said, a laugh was then heard from the both of you.

"You have nothing to worry about, [Name]. Your aim is already great. Perhaps you need help with anything else that I can assist you with?" He asked, grabbing a Sheriff from the displayed gun on the table.

"Oh, no, no worries! Thanks though," Sova nodded at your response. "I'm actually finishing up right now.." You trailed on, placing your Phantom down. "See you later at dinner?" You smiled

Sova nodded and bid you goodbye as you waved at him then walked off. On the way to your room, a voice called out to you. "[Name]." It said, startling you.

Turning around to meet the person, all the confidence and good vibes that you had were completely replaced by embarrassment and shyness which left you flustered. "Oh! Gooー ahem. Good evening, Cypher."

"Evening, [Name]. Did the dummies beat your ass in the shooting range?" He joked.

"Ah, haha, yeah! Theyー It did," You spoke. You spoke absolutely nonsense. "A-anyway, I, uh, I gotta go attend to a matter of mine quickly haha, see you!" Cypher waved as you hurriedly walked away to a nonexistent matter. He frowned underneath his mask.

You've become so formal and awkward around him compared to before, it was worrying him. Maybe he said something that made you uncomfortable around him now? He doesn't know. But he knows that he doesn't want the one thing that makes him feel okay again to distant themself from him.

The following few days were the same, much to the both of yours' dismay.

"Evening, little thing." Cypher gently placed his hand on your shoulder, making you yelp.

"A-ha, Hey! Hi! Evening..ー Gotta go!" You excused, and embarrassed, yourself.

"Ahー" Cypher's sentence was cut, as he felt his eyebrows furrow together as he frowned at you fleeing from his presence.

This happened once, twice... three more times. Cypher wasn't sure how long you were willing to keep your weird behavior up, but he was sure that he didn't want to stick around long enough to see. Your behavior wasn't normal, not what he was used to. You weren't his lovely little [Name] right now.

Luckily, as he walked into the shooting range, your laugh was what he immediately heard. "Stop it, Sova!" You exclaimed.

"Haha, I am onlyー Ahh, Cypher! Here to train?" Sova said as he took notice of the masked man's presence, his the blond immediately offering his kindness to him. Your eyes stared into Cypher's mechanical and bright blue ones.

"Actually.. I am here for something else." Cypher answered as he looked at you, making Sova's eyebrows raise. "Do you mind if you give us a minute, or so?" He continued.

"Of course." Sova nodded. "See you later, [Name]." He smiled at your direction, swiftly walking towards the door as you answered a small, 'Later'.

You looked at Sova's back, so very nervous at the man in front of you. Confrontation was the last thing that you wanted!

"Ahem." Cypher took your attention. "I'm sure you know why I am here," he started.

"Wa-What? Haha, no way! I, uhm," You stumbled at your words once again. "We, I-"

"I miss you." He cut you off. His mechanical eyes not at all moving, showing sincerity as he got lost into yours.

"Cypher.."

"You're different.. Now, around me." He said, his gloved hands itching to reach yours, wanting nothing more than to hold them as he prepared himself to open up to you. "You're so different."

"I'm sorry, I'mー"

"You laugh around Sova more now." He cut you off again. You can see the obvious small dents on his mask to show how he furrows his eyebrows. "You're not as happy around me. You avoid me, not like before, then you make up excuses.." He trailed on.

"I'm sorry," You frowned at yourself, not knowing how much your change of behavior affected him and your relationship. "I'm sorry, Cypher." You breathed. "I just get so nervous.. around you, now. And I didn't know what else to do," You closed your eyes and breathed out.

Deciding to be selfish and giving in to what he wants, Cypher reached out and held your hand firmly with his. "I like you, [Name]. Forgive me if it took a while for me to realize." He admitted. Shocked, you shot your eyes open and stared at him.

Letting out a small laugh, you squeezed his hands and grinned. "I like you, too." You answered, another laugh coming out as you felt relief wash over you and him. "Gods, I like you a shit ton, Cypher."

The masked man sighed out of relief, letting out a relieved laugh as well before holding your hand up to his masked mouth as he kissed it. "Hello again, little thing." He said, as if you left at all.

You shoved him playfully, laughs breaking out between the two of you. "I'm sorry, okay? I wasn't being myself," you rolled your eyes, walking towards the table to hold a gun to practice your aim once more.

Cypher chuckled and walked up beside you. He was glad that you were back to being his little thing again. "It's okay, I like you, still. Just you." You gave him a side-eye at his response and continued on with your practice, but it was better with him by your side.

hi this thing was kinda cliche n cringe as fuck but that's fine (I THINK.)

#Valorant #valorant x reader #cypher x reader #cypher valorant

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