The Valorant Gals- Falling Asleep (p.I) Scenarios
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Viper was ordinarily opposed to anyone being in her lab. Stepping so much as a toe over the threshold that separated the hallway from her workspace was the ultimate sin in her eyes, something Phoenix had to learn the hard way. Unfortunately today, she hardly had a choice in the matter.
Thanks to a computing error, all of the orbs she pre-loaded with poison were painfully defective. After running a last-minute quality check under a fume hood, she realized she misread the amount of acidic component she was supposed to use- think adding 0.1mL instead of 1.0mL. Given the amount of work that now needed to be done and the fact that she was due to leave for a mission early the next morning, she had little choice in the matter. She needed an extra pair of hands, and the person she'd least grudgingly allow helping was you.
"How much longer does that have?" She called out from her bench, reassembling the second to last orb.
"Two more hours," you replied through a stifled yawn, your head resting heavily on the table as you blearily watched the centrifuge.
"Woohoo," you said, lazily spinning a finger in the air.
She turned around in her chair to look at you, your back to her as you began to drift off. Despite it being almost two in the morning, she was still surprised by the... bottomless respect you held for her space. You put on the lab coat she gave you without question, your hair already pulled back and your safety goggles on without her asking. You were so careful with her equipment, too, only touching things when given permission and confidently letting her know when you didn't feel comfortable completing a task. She felt like she didn't have to keep an eagle eye on you the entire time you were there, which was honestly a breath of fresh air.
"Y/N..." she paused, trying to find the right words.
"You... you weren't insufferable and actually helped make this entire process quicker. I appreciate it."
When you didn't immediately respond, she got up from her chair and walked over to you. You were already asleep, your breath fogging the surface of the metal table with every exhale. She hesitated before carefully pulling the glasses off your face, folding them neatly at your side. The only reason was because you would break them if you started moving, she reasoned with herself, fighting the urge to tuck an escaped strand of hair behind your ear.
She let you crash in her lab as she finished the last orb by herself, tossing the emergency fire blanket over you when she thought you looked cold.
You slowly intertwined your fingers in Jett's as the two of you observed the one-on-one soccer match between Phoenix and Raze, the pair chaotically trying to claim control of the ball as they raced across the field. Ignoring the blush threatening to splash across her cheeks at the platonic act, she looked down from her spot on the blanket to face you.
"Aw, feeling clingy?" She teased.
"No," you murmured from where you lay, your forearm resting limply over your eyes to block out the sun.
"Why? 'Cause Raze kicked your ass?"
"Perhaps. I wouldn't say she kicked my ass though."
"The grass stains on your shirt tell me otherwise."
You grinned slightly at her quip and didn't respond, earning a chuckle from the white-haired agent. A sudden yell reclaimed Jett's attention, her head turning back towards the field. She saw Raze successfully holding Phoenix in a headlock, teasingly knuckling his head as he protested loudly.
"What? Come on, there's no way that counts!"
"Why not, fire boy? You used a flash on me not even five minutes go!"
"That's... that's different," he spluttered, desperately trying to free himself.
"Using a blast pack is just as legal of a move. Right Jett?"
She called out the last part a bit louder, making sure Jett could hear. Jett smirked to herself.
"Of course! If you're gonna play soccer with house rules, you gotta honor them for everyone, Jamie!"
"No I don't! Especially not for someone who doesnāt even call football football."
"Hey she's the one calling it soccer, not me!"
He cleared his throat before putting on his best American accent and repeating Raze's words, his voice higher pitched in an attempt to match her.
"She's the one calling it soccer, not me! Make sure your backup knows what they're talking about next time."
Jett laughed, giving your hand a squeeze to make sure you heard. When you didn't squeeze back, she did a double-take. With your arm still slung over your head, you had fallen fast asleep. She figured it was going to happen sooner or later- you and Raze went at it pretty hard when it was still your turn to challenge her throne- so she wasn't sure why she still felt like she was caught off guard.
Maybe it was the warmth of your hand in hers. Or the unexpected softness of your skin against hers. Or the way your lips were gently parted open, looking so inviting and practically begging her to lean over and just-
She immediately shook her head, tearing her gaze away and instead locking her focus on the ensuing wrestling match between Raze and Phoenix.
"Friends don't think things like that," she murmured to herself. Even still, her thumb continued to trace circles across your scarred knuckles.
Sage wasn't ever caught off guard when she found her regulars seated in the headquarter's sick bay. There was Raze who always came in with jammed or broken fingers, Killjoy who more often than not would operate her soldering tool in dangerously low lighting, Astra who almost always took a good hit or two when working with her stars in the field- the list went on.
What she wasn't expecting, however, was to get Brimstone's call that you urgently needed her attention and would be waiting for her. She rushed into the room as soon as the automatic doors slid open, the familiar scents of sterilized floors and blood flooding her nostrils as her feet carried her to the only drawn privacy curtain. When she pushed it back to reveal its inhabitants, she felt her brain hit pause and momentarily found herself speechless.
With Brimstone supporting practically all of your body weight, you were slumped precariously by the edge of the bed. You were unconscious in his hold, his hand pressed tightly against the bullet wound on your side. Sage could tell by the stagnant dark stain on along your ribs and your pale complexion that you had been this way for quite a while.
"-managed to slow the bleeding, but I'm no healer and don't know my way around proper stitches," Brimstone said, snapping Sage back to reality.
She gestured for him to move his hand and examined the damage for herself, quickly popping her head over your shoulder to check for an exit wound. After a bit of gentle prodding that elicited a few pained noises from you, Sage sighed in relief.
"Good. The bullet made its way out, so let's not waste any more time."
She summoned an orb and flicked her wrist in your direction, closely monitoring your wound afterwards. She let out a sigh of relief as it pulsed a soft blue and slowly closed up, helping Brimstone arrange you so you were laying as properly on the bed. He headed out not long after to let the others know you would be okay, leaving Sage to tend to you alone.
Although you were no longer in danger, the color starting to come back to your cheeks, she still found herself glued to a chair beside you. She hummed lullabies softly under her breath, gently combing out the knots in your hair with her fingers.
Neon
Translations:
Beshie- Friend
Neon has never been much of a baker. Muffins would come out raw in the center, cake batter would be unbelievably runny no matter how much flour she added, and brownies amounted to nothing more than unedible hunks of cocoa powder.
Despite all this, though, you refused to give up and tried to bake something with her at least once a week. The rest of the agents had quickly caught onto your resilience and knew to steer clear of the kitchen on Thursday nights, something Neon was secretly relieved about. This time, however, she'd almost wished she had an audience.
The cookie batter you'd coached her through making resulted in actual dough; Neon may have added a bit too much butter and it was ultimately stickier than expected, but it was still perfectly acceptable. After the dough was scooped and left in the fridge to firm up, you let her know you'd be resting your eyes for just a few moments. Thirty minutes later when Neon had popped the first try in the oven, though, she decided to join you at the table where you were still taking your 'short' nap.
Your arms were crossed beneath you, your chin neatly perched on top of your wrists as you snoozed quietly. Neon found herself mirroring your movements, staring you down with her warm brown eyes and a fond smile. When you weren't running around like a chicken with its head cut off, she could better appreciate how... pretty you were. She connected the odd freckle here and there with her gaze, jumping from your cheek to your forehead to your cheek again until they were all accounted for. She adored the way you scrunched up your nose, too, watching your eyelids squeeze tightly together before they suddenly opened.
Knowing there was no way to talk herself out of her current position, Neon played into it and pressed her face closer to yours in a teasing manner.
None the wiser about what she was doing, you decided to just go along with her. You moved even closer until your noses were just touching. She could feel your breath on her lips as you shot her a bleary smile.
"Good morning. I think I was out longer than intended... sorry."
If you noticed the reddening of her cheeks or the sudden spark of blue in her irises, you didn't mention it as you pulled away to sit up and stretch out your arms with a yawn. You made your way over to the oven, clearly suspicious over the lack of smoke, and the sleepiness dropped from you like a wet blanket. You excitedly cheered about how the cookies were rising and doing just fine, all the while Neon found herself rooted to the table.
One move and I could've closed the gap, she thought as you rushed over to give her a hug from behind.
Fade still couldn't wrap her head around it. The rest of the agents were frightened of her, her first meeting with them obviously having done some damage. She seemed to suck the atmosphere out of every busy room she walked into it, the tension palpable as all eyes were glued to her until she either left or they fumbled together an excuse to take off. Her assigned teammates for the day would always grudgingly work with her throughout their training exercises, leaving her alone whenever the opportunity presented itself. Worst of all perhaps was their nights off. She often found herself lingering in the hallway leading to the common room, watching the other agents play video games or watch movies from afar. Although she was rather antisocial, it still put a weird weight on her shoulders knowing she couldnāt even sit among them without ruining it for everyone else.
You, however, were the odd exception. You made a point to try to eat breakfast with her every morning, often waiting in the kitchen for her with a plate of scrambled eggs and a smile. When you two were on the same team for the day, you were practically fused at the hip. You shared the same booth in the shooting range, went together to cover the same area for spike exercises, and did yoga in the common area to wind down.
And now here you were. Willingly pressed beside her from thigh to shoulder in your most sacred space in the entire protocol- the book nook you'd set up in your room. Fade let her long-since abandoned novel flop to her stomach with a sigh, her head further sinking into one of the many pillows behind her.
" Listen, I appreciate all you've done to make me feel welcome," she started, her gaze focusing on the softly pulsing lights LED lights you'd strung around the area.
"I truly do. But if this is being done with the sole intention of making me feel... I don't know, more liked? No matter who put you up to it, you don't have to keep it up."
Her jaw clenched slightly.
"I make a lot of the other agents uncomfortable. It doesn't make me upset or angry to admit that- it's simple fact. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, too."
After several moments of continued silence, she could feel her stomach tying itself into knots. She finally worked up the courage to look at you, expecting your friendly expression to have dropped and been replaced by the terror you'd always secretly felt. Instead, though, she found you to be fast asleep. Your head was resting on her shoulder, your cheek smushed against her jacket as you breathed softly beside her.
There weren't worry lines creasing your brow. You weren't cowering away from her as far as possible. You were just there, as peaceful as could be while drool starting to trail down the corner of your mouth. Fade looked at you a little while longer before finally coming back to her senses, plucking up her book once more and trying to read in earnest. She found it challenging now not because her conscience was heavy, but because the corners of her eyes were stinging and it was getting harder to see.
