[ gekko x gn!reader ] - when your mission takes a little longer than usual, gekko starts to worry. needless to say, he’s a little happy when you return.
tags: mentions of anxiety, brief mentions of blood and injuries (reader is slightly injured), mostly fluff though. could be considered hurt/comfort if you squint.
notes: requested by anonymous! i hope you enjoy :)
it felt like the clock was mocking him.
it read 9:37 PM, despite the expected arrival time of over an hour ago. something had to have gone on your mission, why else was it taking so long? missions took less time than usual on a regular basis, but never longer. not unless something had gone wrong.
several people were gathered in the hangar, waiting on the arrival of the jet. he wasn’t the only one nervous, apparently, as several kingdom-employed paramedics were already waiting there as well
brimstone was off somewhere, having gotten a call from those that were on the mission. despite the rapid beating of his heart, gekko knew he couldn’t follow. he couldn’t feel the tips of his fingers anymore, not that he particularly noticed that right now. he felt as though he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs, and with each passing second it only seemed to grow worse.
finally, the door brimstone had left out of opened again. he spoke into his earpiece again, briefly, before the large door to the hangar opened. he could hear the jet distantly.
gekko shot him a worried look. “what’s wrong?”
“had a few run-ins.” brimstone said, but offered the younger a pitied look. “i’m sorry, i can’t tell you more. i didn’t hear anything specific about anyone.”
gekko did his best to swallow back the lump in his throat, eyes flickering over to the sky outside the hangar where he could see the familiar black jet approaching.
the next few moments were a blur. despite his best attempts, he couldn’t see what was happening through the flurry of people running and moving around. he watched as a medic helped breach limp away, another sitting chamber against a wall and studying an injury on his shoulder.
after far too long, he watched you step out from the chaos. there was a cut on your cheek, but it had been half-way cleaned and the only evidence was the small, thin line of red on your skin. dried blood stained your clothing, but your clothes were not ripped.
the blood didn’t belong to you. good.
gekko stepped forward and enveloped you in a hug, tucking his face into the crook of your neck and holding you impossibly close. he inhaled your scent, electing to ignore that it was washed in sweat and blood.
“are you okay? what happened?” he asked. he finally pulled back, just far enough to hold your face in his hands and staring at you, studying your features.
“i’m okay,” you reassure. “some stuff happened, but we’re all okay.”
he nods and pulls you closer to his chest again. you can feel his heart still beating out of his chest from your place snuggled against him.
“let’s go get you cleaned up, alright?”
you nod, happy to change out of the clothes sticking to your body. the blood belonged mostly to chamber, but knowing who it belonged to didn’t make you feel any better about the way it clung to you.
it takes a moment for the two of you to make your way out of the mess of people, finding your way back up to your room. he follows you in, not wanting to take his eyes off of you for a moment.
“i’m gonna go shower, alright?”
he knows you need to, but he can’t help the look of panic that crosses his face for a brief moment. “okay. can i… i can turn around, but can i come with you?”
a laugh bubbles up from, smile painting its way across your face. you agree anyway. “sure, mateo.”
as you step into the bathroom, he’s not far behind you. he smiles at you one more time as you turn on the warm water before turning around to face the now-closed door.
it takes a moment for you to get undressed and step into the shower, but he eventually hears the familiar sound of the shower curtain being shut behind you. with your approval, he turns back around.
he can’t see you through the shower curtain, just moving shadows, but the reassurance that you are there and you alright is enough to calm his still-rampant nerves.
“so… are you okay? nothing too bad happened?” he asks, nervousness lacing his words.
“i am.” you reassure. “i didn’t get to the worst of the fighting. chamber and breach got pretty banged up, i think, but they’re alright too.”
“that’s good.” he hums thoughtfully. his eyes drift down to his hands that are nervously playing with each other. “after you get dressed, can we watch a movie?”
you laugh. “sure, babe.”
the two of you spend the next several minutes in a comfortable silence, listening to the water running in the shower. he hears the water stop, watches as your hand reaches out to grab your towel
“i’m gonna let you get dressed, any preference on a movie?”
“huh? oh, no. whatever you wanna watch is fine.”
he nods and shuts the door of your bathroom behind him, leaving you to get dressed. he makes his way over to your bed, grabbing the TV remote and searching for what he knows to be your favorite movie.
you exit the bathroom a few minutes later, clothes clinging to your still slightly-wet body. you smile at him. “sorry for taking so long, i needed that shower.”
“no worries.” he says.
he leans up to move the blanket on your side of the bed, holding it up for you to crawl into. you do as he seems to be asking, crawling under the blanket and snuggling close to him.
you don’t miss the way his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close to him. his hold on you seems a bit together than usual today, but you don’t mind it.
imagine during the winter. just some of the val protocol just chilling at the lobby. talking, having tea, yk just general peace.
and suddenly they hear fast, approaching footsteps? what is th-
insert reader flying past the room, a large flash of green and yellow passing with them. wait- isnt that gek-
insert gekko skating after them (in the protocol. which is most likely prohibited by brimstone), yelling for his hermosa to give him back his hoodie cause its FREEZING.
a few seconds pass, and the others share a few glanced with eachother. some of concern, some of dissapointment.
then they hear a tub tub tub tub and turn to see wingman, mosh, dizzy, and thrash chasing behind (notably much slower). all heads just slowly turn, following the direction of the four buddies as they try to keep up.
>>gekks 🦎🛹
BAHHA— I meant to write this small drabble such a long time ago, but this is my take on what you said
The agents sat on a couch as Chamber set down a tray with tea cups and sugar on it, as he chuckled, sitting with his own tea in his hand. "Je t'en prie, if I may." He said before sipping his tea. Brimstone leaned back on the couch a bit, "Damn, it's cold. Did anyone turn on the heat?" There was a bunch of groans in response before Jett spoke.
"But the heat is so far awaaayyyyy." She said, causing Phoenix to laugh a bit, "Yeah, man, you turn it on."
Brimstone let out a small scoff, as Sage was trying to figure out why Sova added so much sugar to his tea. Raze snuggled up to Killjoy, pressing her head into her neck a bit, "Waaah! You're cooolddd." She complained a bit, but didn't push her away.
Sage glanced forward, seeing you running, catching a glance of Gekko's hoodie on you. "Y/n?" She called out, as everyone looked as well.
Gekko sped up behind you, his arms wrapped around himself to shield from the cold, the sound of skates as he rolled on by, "Hermosa, please! Give me my hoodie back! It's f-freezing!" He huffed out as you yelled a loud, "No!"
Sova chuckled first, Brimstone let out a long drawn out sigh, as Yoru mumbled, "Cringe."
After ten seconds, there was a light sound on the ground, tub tub tub tub tub, this caused everyone's head to be drifted downwards seeing Wingman, Mosh, Thrash, and Dizzy running after the both of you. Their small little legs causing them to move much slower than thy intended, all heads slowly followed them as they tried their hardest to keep up with you both.
Neon busted out laughing after they were out pf sight, causing many other's to laugh as well.
Brimstone neutral with a face of disapproval, disappointment, and overall embarrassment.
Here’s a fun random head canon list for my boys because I can and will have fun HA
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Axel is the pied piper of kids. No matter who or what the situation is, Axel is just unfathomably good with kids. There is never a crying child when he is near, and babies?? As soon as they lay their eyes on him, it is like all is good in their world.
Maybe it’s because he’s like, a human jungle gym. Who knows 😍
Gordan is EXTREMELY flexible and (super secretly) a HUGE yoga buff. Like oh my god. He does yoga in the mornings to stretch out his bones and muscles, going especially hard on himself after a mission where he can be home and relax a few days.
One morning you came down to make him breakfast and you saw him in a complete backbend, breathing through his nose, the gaps in his ribs huge with the bend.
“You enjoying the show?” He hums calmly, smiling softly with his eyes still in a relaxed close.
“Very much,” you tease, taking a seat on the couch. “Please, don’t let me stop you.” 🙈
Henry Pearl is one of the most brave bills when it comes to doing daring things. He’s always the first one to go night swimming with you, always the first in line to go on that rollercoaster, and always the first to capture and remove the massive spiders in your house.
He says it’s because he’s doing something he loves and he wants to live after being sheltered so long but.. you don’t miss the opportunity to call him crazy😂❤
Mark’s favorite guilty pleasure is McDonald’s, and he gets it typically when he has a long night of studying, a hungover friend or when he’s just had a really bad day; his favorite food in the world is a McRib and would kill one of his friends for an Oreo McFlurry most days 🙄❤
Mateo has extremely vivid dreams, so much so that he’s been late to classes, meetings, lunches/breakfasts with you because in his dream he’s gotten up and done all of those things, while in reality, he is still very much asleep.
Whenever he has something important for work, you’re sure to call him on his house phone to wake him up and get him moving so he’s not late, though this isn’t always fool proof. Because sometimes in his dream he answers it and completely misses the call, so an alarm clock across the room is what typically works😩
Mickey is really bad at subtraction and division. Asking him about multiplication, easy, addition, no sweat, but as soon as you start asking him on the fly reducing, he has a full meltdown, trying to figure it out but ultimately just grumbles at you to use his phone 😂
Roman has a very, VERY secret fear of turtles, as well as an irrational fear of crocodiles/alligators. No matter how hard Roman has searched, the little minute differences between these crocs/gators trip him up, and he can’t tell the difference between snapping turtles and fun turtles.
In turn, he tries his hardest to avoid all these creatures all together HA
(Subbing The Kid for) Henry Deaver can only eat Oreo’s- which are his favorite cookie- by first taking out the cream, soaking it in milk and eating it, followed by the cookies, one dry and one soaked. He also eats lucky charms by separating his marshmallows and cereal because “the cereal is my breakfast and the marshmallows are my dessert”
He so weird. Love him 😘
Willard is a whistler. When he walks, when he’s bored, when he’s doing basic, mundane tasks, he whistles to pass the time and keep focus, as well as keep his senses heightened. He whistles at you when you walk by, he even whistles when he’s mad in order to bring himself down a notch. Occasionally he even whistles when he breathes- and you make sure to tease him for it every time 😍
[ gekko x reader ] - when you fell asleep last night, gekko tried his best to take your makeup off for you. this morning, he has to answer for what happened ; part 1
warnings: reader is gender neutral but wears makeup so take that as you will
notes: anon requested a pt2 so here you are :) i hope you enjoy!
you didn’t know exactly what was wrong, but you knew it was something.
staring blankly at the ceiling from your spot on the bed, you attempted to blink the sleep out of your eyes. you stretched, yawned, then gave up and pulled the sheet over you again. you were tired, the world could wait ten more minutes.
drifting off, you recounted your steps of last night. had something happened? why was their this sinking feeling in your chest? you remembered walking back to your room, and vaguely hearing gekko’s ramblings as he explored your room. you remember feeling tired, and thinking that you could just shut your eyes for a few minutes.
that “few minutes” must have turned into a few hours. but there was nothing off about… oh. makeup.
rolling over, your eyes fell to the trashcan that was now stacked with makeup wipes. that was something you certainly didn’t remember. you wandered into the bathroom, only to see the container closed and neatly tucked into its usual spot.
this had to be something of gekko’s devising. no one else had been in your room, so it had to be, right?
after taking a moment to wake yourself up and get ready, you started your journey to gekko’s room. as always, his door was shut, but you could see the light coming from underneath his door and hear one of his little buddies warbling about something or the other.
gently, you knocked on the door. he answered, although his words were muffled by something. again, you knocked. this time his response sounded vaguely like “one second!”
a few moments later, gekko opened the door. he had his toothbrush hanging out of one side of his mouth, his hair wet and tousled. he leaned against the doorframe with his forearm, highlighting the tattoos adorning his damp skin. he had recently woken up too, it seemed.
“oh,” he mumbled, then took his tooth brush out of his mouth. “you can come in. let me just finish up real quick.”
you smiled softly and nodded. he padded off to his bathroom as you sat yourself on the end of his bed, then took the opportunity to look around. his sheets were askew and a few of his personal items were scattered around. on his nightstand, his wallet sat atop his uncharged phone. last night’s t-shirt was thrown onto the floor, with his pants halfway hanging out of the hamper. at least they had made it in, you suppose.
he padded back in a few moments later, usual cheeky smile on his face.
“hey. we grabbing breakfast or something?”
“well… i kinda wanted to talk about something.”
the change in your friend was instant. he stopped walking towards you, the rise and fall of his steady breaths stopping as well. the color seemed to drain from his face and his eyes widened.
“uh- yeah. yeah, sure, what’s-“ he stopped to clear his throat. “what’s wrong?”
you paused for a moment, realizing that you had had so much time to think about what to say and not actually done so. finally, you found some words and vaguely put them into a sentence.
“last night… i was- i went to bed last night. like, just straight out of… i got in bed and conked out, i mean. but when i woke up, my makeup was gone. or… not on my face is a better way to put it.”
“yeah.” gekko said. a little part of him seemed to relax. he took a few steps forward and sat down beside you on the bed. “that’s- that’s odd. maybe you sleep walked.”
“i know you took it off.”
“oh.” his shoulders slouched.
a silence hung in the air. it felt both awkward and comfortable, like when something feels odd or hurts for so long that you settle into the sameness of it. you could see the gears turning in gekko’s head as he tried to find the right words. you didn’t care, not really, but watching his attempt to respond intrigued you beyond measure.
“i… i didn’t know if it was weird?” he finally said. he stood as he began talking, taking a few tentative steps away to put some space between you. “but i thought i had read- or maybe i heard you say that falling asleep with makeup on wasn’t good. and i wasn’t sure how to go about it.”
his face was pinched with worry and you noticed the movements of his hands. he used them when he talked now, but even in the silence between his words and yours his hands rubbed together nervously.
he was terrified, the poor thing. you could almost see his heart beating out of his chest.
you let a soft smile appear on your face. almost immediately, his anxious movements stopped. the worry that pinched his face softened into something like hope as he awaited your response.
“thank you. you did it right. i think so, anyway… i didn’t really inspect your work.”
gekko sighed. “good. i was worried.”
“i could tell you.” you said, laughing as you stood to take a step toward him. this time, he didn’t move to create more space between you.
“i wasn’t really sure like…” he paused and seemed to think for a moment. “how many makeup wipes am i supposed to use? are they crazy expensive, like did i just blow half your paycheck? i can pay you back if i did, i just-“
“‘teo, you did fine. they’re not crazy expensive, i assure you.” you said, grabbing for his hand to keep him from picking at his nails once more. “and it depends on how much makeup i’m wearing. if the wipe gets dirty, get a new one.”
“ok. and how… hard do i need to be?” he seemed to cringe at himself.
“enough… i’m not sure how to describe it. hard enough to get the makeup off in a few passes, not so hard that all three layers of my skin are gone.”
“got it. and for your eyes, does it hurt?”
“be more gentle around my eyes, but otherwise no. unless you’re pouring the makeup remover in my eye, it doesn’t irritate.”
“ok, solid. thank you.” he smiled and almost seemed a little proud of himself.
you couldn’t help but smile back at him. he was all smiley, dimples appearing at the corners of his mouth. his eyes were much more bright and happy than they had been a few moments before, and his posture had straightened from the slouched shoulders he had been wearing prior.
“no problem,” you said. “meet you in ten for breakfast?”
“always.”
later, you would pretend not to notice the note in his phone titled “y/n — makeup” or the lists titled “do” and “do not” within it.
[ gekko x reader ] — when you fall asleep wearing makeup, gekko does his best to clean your face without waking you ; part 2
warnings: the reader is gender neutral, although the reader is described to be wearing makeup so take that as you will. also a brief mention of being drunk/alcohol but its not gekko or the reader.
notes: requested by anon! i hope you enjoy :)
the usual banter between phoenix and jett played out in front of you. they were high off of a victory, much like yourself and several other agents that had joined together for a victory feast at a local takeout place. what was supposed to be a quick run for food turned into a posse of idiots parading around downtown, much to the credit of an already half-drunken skye.
phoenix quickly followed her, his energy coaxing the fire that was already brewing in the hearts of the agents. a particularly important mission had gone incredibly well that day and the entire team was still riding high.
jett snorted as she shoved phoenix, laughing at whatever cheesy joke he’d laid on her.
“love the energy, but i’m far too tired to match it.” gekko spoke, leaning his head slightly towards you. his voice was much softer and quieter than their’s. it was a sharp contrast to the loud, chirpy voices of those around you.
“couldn’t agree more.” you grumbled.
as much as you loved your friends, you were happy to have them split off into their own directions once you were back at base. gekko was the only one to follow.
he padded toward your door and gently held it open for you. he watched you walk in, but hesitated another moment before speaking.
“could i come in? i know we’re both tired, i just don’t think i’m ready to sleep yet, yknow?”
you nodded and smiled. gekko always had a weird way of matching your emotional state, purposefully or not. absently kicking away a t-shirt that had ended up on your floor, you apologized for the state that your room was in and invited him in.
you proceeded to hit the mattress, and you were out like a light.
“thank you,” he spoke, words falling on deaf ears. his eyes scanned your room. he took in the decorations, noting how such small things were marked by traces of your hobbies or personality. “i just need to be around ‘calm’ for a while before i knock out, is all.”
he sat on the edge of your bed. he didn’t notice the fact that you were asleep. he continued to mutter to himself for another moment, before finally turning to see your reaction.
“well,” he spoke one last time. “that would explain the silence.”
still, he didn’t leave. he felt creepy. as though he was spying on you in some weird way. but you had invited him in, right? so there wasn’t something morally off about it, he assured himself.
he would like to deny the warmth that spread in his chest as he observed you, but that would make him a liar. while the thoughts were always in the back of his mind, he never truly got the chance to fully take you in. every curve and every feature of your face, the slight pinch in your brows as you slept, and the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest. it took him a while to realize the other thing he was seeing.
“isn’t falling asleep with makeup on bad for your skin? or your pillows or something.” he whispered softly to himself.
as he did, he slowly got up from where he sat on edge of your bed. a quick glance around your room offered him nothing, but he didn’t want to turn on your light and wake you. you looked so peaceful, after all.
quietly, gekko walked toward your bathroom. after trying for a miserable ten minutes to figure out which washcloth in your bathroom was the softest, he finally settled on one. he stepped towards your sink to dampen it, where his eyes caught a sleeve with the words “makeup removing wipes” printed on the side.
yeah, that seemed like a better idea than his.
makeup wipes in tow, he finally returned to your sleeping form. slowly, as if it would make a difference, he turned on your lamp. he froze as if to make sure you were still asleep.
he pulled one wipe from the package, gently rubbing at your skin. after a second, he pulled back and checked the wipe. he was doing this correctly… wasn’t he?
how often were you supposed to change wipes? or was it just one for the whole face? how hard was too hard to rub? how expensive were these wipes, anyway? how does he know when your face is clean? would the liquid that dampened the wipe hurt if it got in your eyes?
oh well. he could try his best, at least.
he discarded the dirty wipe in the trashcan near your bed and retrieved a new one. he continued his process of gently rubbing your face, taking extra care around your eyes and making sure he wasn’t pressing down so hard as to irritate your skin.
when he was sure he was done, he closed the container and returned it safely to the bathroom counter.
he came back when he was done. gently setting his weight on the bed, he smoothed down your hair with one hand and smiled at your sleeping form.
“you don’t really need your beauty sleep, but i guess i can let you have your sleep-sleep.” gekko commented after a beat.
he sat up gently as to not disturb you. he clicked off your lamp and shut your door softly behind himself as he left you to rest.
[gekko x gn!reader] - you're an agent with such a seemingly cold exterior - both physical and metaphorical - but being gekko’s saving grace might change some minds about you.
warnings: the agents kinda make assumptions about the reader, a little hurt/comfort if you squint real hard. brief mentions of injuries, unconsciousness, very minor swearing
notes: tbh a “reyna being a motherly figure to gekko” vibe popped out a little too hard but i digress. requested by anon, i hope you enjoy!
kingdom's agents were well trained.
from the freezing temperatures of russia, to the most humid days on bermudian islands, the agents were resilient to all types of weather. today wasn't supposed to be particularly challenging in that aspect. a routine mission in some section of los angeles didn't sound particularly hot.
in fact, it had been the least of your worries about two hours ago.
you respected all of the agents on the protocol, especially considering the facts that not only were you newest addition, but some of the agents on this particular trip were among the first.
reyna, omen, cypher, and gekko stood next to you as the jet approached the site you were landing at. it felt almost childish to you that you were more nervous to be around your own coworkers than you were thinking about the fact that you could be lying dead any minute now.
they hadn’t ever directly been mean to you.
omen, bless him, was never any good at showing too much concern so you didn’t mind the cold shoulder you often felt from him.
cypher had his own secretive issues, and so did reyna.
that said, you never quite found your place amongst the agents. granted, you hadn’t been here too long, but the creeping and perpetual sense of being unwanted bothered you. to add to this, your abilities directly harmed the abilities of other agents. thus, your training sessions were always against your coworkers, which didn't always seem to sit well.
speaking technically, your ability did revolve around the manipulation of heat just like phoenix's did... only, you controlled the absence of it. the reaction of his abilities made fire, and yours made ice. this meant that you and phoenix either paired a little too well.
or not at all, depending on how one wants to look at it.
and then there were the other agents. kay/o's body produced a little heat, but ultimately couldn't produce enough to shake the ice. the same for killjoy's bots, cypher's tech, chamber's utility, sova's bow, even harbor's water.
and so you began keeping to yourself.
except for on missions, when communication was key. only your communications were down, and had been for some time.
the only people you could find were dead. slouched, bloodied bodies against buildings or in doorways seemed to mock you. luckily, none of them had been the faces of those on the mission with you.
that was until you heard a weak warbling. you called back to whatever created had made the noise, and was met with another weaker sound. still, you followed the creatures direction. after a few moments of sifting through debris, you were met with the dusty and bloody face of gekko.
dizzy sat curled up in his lap. his arm was limp, but bent as if he had been holding her close. for a brief moment, you thought he was dead. however, his chest rose and fell and slow, scarily shallow breaths. he was alive at least. the next thing on your agenda was to find the source of his unconsciousness, and hopefully stop it.
you knelt down to his level. he was slouched against the wall, head lolled to his left. there were splotches of dried blood on him, just the occasional mark on his clothing or his skin, but it didn't appear to be his.
his outer thigh had a darker patch of blood, thicker and definitely coming from him. however, the wound didn’t seem like it would be severe enough to have led to his current state. something else was wrong.
you continued to inspect him. his skin was pale, but cold and sweaty. this had to be the cause, right? but there was something deeper than that, those were simply more symptoms. you looked around and observed where gekko was. the trail in the dirt around him wasn’t footsteps, but was instead the markings of gekko half-dragging himself to where he was sat.
but yet he wasn’t in any danger at the time. the only pair of footsteps that had been close to him belonged to an already-dead enemy. so he dragged himself there for what? the shade that surrounding buildings and debris provided?
of course.
your alignment with the cold also gave you the benefit of not feeling the heat so harshly. it was the middle of a californian summer afternoon, of course it was hot.
heat exhaustion. that’s what was wrong with him.
you allowed yourself to feel the cool of chilled air surround your arms. you passed a hand over dizzy and wingman, who made weak noises of thanks. as much as you would like to help them, gekko needed you more right now.
you sat down beside him and pulled him onto your lap, his head on your stomach and him situated half on and half between your legs. you didn't want to turn him too cold too quickly, worried that the rapid change might cause him more harm. to the best of your ability, you slowly chilled your own body and the air around you.
one hand was placed on his forehead and the other arm hung over chest in an attempt to disperse the cool. dizzy, apparently feeling better, wormed her way up under his feet. elevating his legs was supposed to help too, right? maybe she knew that.
faintly, you heard a noise come from gekko’s earpiece.
“mateo? answer me, mateo. are you okay?”
the voice belonged to reyna. you hadn’t enteracted with her as much as you would’ve liked, but you respected her nonetheless.
you took your hand away from his forehead. after unbinding your own broken earpiece and tossing it, you leaned down to get closer to his. pressing the small button on the side, you spoke into it.
“hello? this is y/n. gekko is with me. i think he’s going to be fine, but he’s unconscious, and i really don’t know what i’m doing.”
“y/n?” the voice belonged to cypher this time. “how about you? are you alright? your communications and vital signs went down. we thought we lost you.”
“i’m… okay, i think? a few bumps and bruises, but nothing too bad apart from the earpiece i’ll be paying for.”
“good.” reyna spoke again. “omen is here, too. we have mateo’s location and we’re on our way. a medic is with us. just keep him alive until then.”
“got it.”
rushed as it may be, the concern they showed you warmed your heart. but everything felt like it was going to be okay. help was on its way, everyone was alive, and the mission was successful.
“just me and you guys,” you spoke, looking down at wingman and dizzy, who looked equally worried.
true to their word, the jet landed close to you roughly three minutes later. reyna was the first one to step foot off the aircraft, and the next thirty minutes went by in a blur. when your brain finally settled from its adrenaline high, you plopped down in a chair next to gekko’s bed in the makeshift-infirmary of the jet. reyna stood at the end of the bed. her arms were crossed and she wore her usual stern and hard-to-read face.
“the doctor said he was be alright, y’know.” she spoke after what felt like twenty minutes of comfortable silence.
you looked up from where you had been spaced out, staring at gekko. wingman was on the floor at your feet and you were absently letting him play with your fingers. however, he stopped to look up at reyna too.
“i hope so. i was… scared. honestly, i was beginning to think you guys would have left me. not that i would blame you. everything was down, you had every right to assume i was dead.”
“never.” she spoke. there was a chilling certainty in her voice. “you are an asset.”
“i suppose.” you paused for a beat, debating whether or not to finish your sentence. “i adore you guys. all of you. i think i just have a hard time finding my value to you all.”
you were met with silence. it festered, feeding the anxiety already unfurling within your chest. finally, reyna spoke again.
“admittedly, it’s hard to join the protocol and feel like you fit in. mateo felt the same way when he first joined, too, but the feeling goes away eventually. he wanted to speak to you, y’know?”
“he did?”
“all the time. he has this… fantastical way about him when he speaks about you. like he has all these… emotions or something built up, and instead of talking to you he’s trying to fit them all into two sentences while i’m still drinking my damn coffee.”
you couldn’t help but smile. you were always so nervous to talk to him, yet you never took the time to consider the fact that maybe he was nervous to talk to you too.
like ANYTHING for gekko. Let your imagination run wild. but sfw preferably
《I was listening to a cheesy love song playlist while writing this and made it everyone's problem, hope u like it! i had so much fun writing this》
chara》Gekko-Mateo, Gn-Reader.
warnings》fluff TOOTH ROTTIN, GEKKO BEING AN ABSOLUTE CUTIE, reader is madly in love.
words》691.
requested?》 Yes!
Your eyes focused on the man across from you as Neon talked to him, the food in front of you long forgotten. Your stomach churning a bit as you felt butterflies, a small smile on your face as you looked into his brown eyes. You heart thumping into your chest.
I wonder if he feels the same, you thought?
You focused on his pretty earring, he must like purple, you noted. And green. You smiled more. Your eyes slowly focused on his tattoos, admiring them. You noted that he likes dolphins as you gazed at his neck.
Your eyes widened a bit as Gekko looked back at you, seeing your stupid dopey grin. He grinned back, before speaking. His voice was so beautiful.
"Would you wanna go too?" He said, leaning over the table, his head in his hand.
You felt your face heating up as he chuckled a bit, "Sure." even though you had no idea what you were agreeing to, at least he would be there.
The time you spent looking at him felt like hours, even though it was a few minutes before you all got up and left.
You sighed gently as you stepped out into the fresh air, Neon gently pulling on your arm.
"Y'know you're not good at hiding the fact that you're swooning, right?" She grinned at you, causing you to pout a bit. "I'm not swooning." You said crossing your arms, as Gekko approached you both. "Whatcha taking about?" You jumped a bit, turning to look at him. You blinked rapidly, swallowing some spit. Neon looked at you, then at him.
"I just gotta use the bathroom before we go skating." Neon said before hurrying back inside, not without winking at you. Gekko looked at you, smiling as his eyes squinted a little due to the sun, he crossed his arms, and you noted how his muscles flexed. "Uhm.." You started as you looked down at your hands, "Where are we going after this?" You said, genuinely wanting to know. Gekko chuckled a bit.
"Roller skating." He smiled, leaning backwards against a wall.
Oh. That's why she said skating. You connected the dots before looking into his eyes as he looked back at you, both of you seemingly starstruck. Gekko's face turned red which caused you to blush as well, you both smiled awkwardly then laughed as Neon walked out of the little restaurant.
"Okay! Let's go." She grinned, looking at you both.
You arrived at the rink, you spent time eating some pizza, watching Gekko as he skated towards the side of the counter you were sitting by, calling you over. You walked over, sipping on your drink. "So uh, I was thinking maybe you'd like to..—" He blushed looking down then back up, which made you giggle just a slight.
"Would you like to go on a date with me, cariño?" He said leaning closer to you, his eyes wide with hope as he grinned. Neon suddenly spoke, "Yeah, they will."
"Neon!" You yelped a bit, smacking her shoulder playfully before she skated away, as you turned red smiling at Gekko.
"Of course I will." You said, smiling a bit nervously. Gekko smiled, looking relieves he then continues, "Uh uh, asi como a Cafe? Maybe?" He proposed, you leaned closer to him, nodding as you stared deeply into his eyes.
Feeling a connection you've never felt.
He felt a connection he never knew could exist.
You imagined this is what it's like to feel love, because when you look into his eyes, you suddenly forget everything bad in the world. For once, you feel like everything is going to be okay, like the world is following your lead for once.
You two stayed there looking at each other.
"You're hermoso." He mumbled, before his eyes widened, losing his balance, he fell backwards. He blinked dumbfounded as he looked at you, you imagined you looked pretty spooked because Gekko began laughing and so did you.
Hey hey!! I live laugh love your writing so much <33
Could I request a Gekko x reader (established relationship) hurt/comfort where reader is also on the valorent protocol. They’re together on a mission and reader gets shot. You can do whatever you want with this just please make it so reader survives and gets comforted by gekko and his buddies! (You can have wingman be the one to find you injured) Let your imagination go wild :))
《babe, , , i am so sorry this took me forever— tysm for being patient, amor. sorry its short, cuz this was like pushing me through writers block. <33》
chara.》 Gekko—Mateo, Reader—Gn.
warnings》reader gets shot, mention of blood, wingman being baby.
words》696.
requested?》 Yes. ★
Gekko had his arm around you before the battle started, Gekko placed a small kiss on your temple. "Mmh.. Are you gonna be ¿bueno?" He whispered, you nodded looking up at him, smiling as Sage called out behind you both. "Alright you lovebirds, seperate." She said sternly, her arms crossed as she looked at you both.
Gekko grabbed your hand, a worried smile on his face as he backed away, your hand still reaching out for him as you then stopped.
Sova spoke, "Sorry, Y/N, this mission is important so.. no distractions." He said smiling as he patted your back, as you stared across at Gekko.
Soon the mission had began, you didn't know what was going to happen but you had to prepared for anything. Your lips curled downwards as you heard a stray gunshot, you leaned against a wall for cover as you peeked out.
Seeing nothing, you stepped out carefully. Suddenly there was a loud bang, as you felt a sharp pain in your chest, your eyes widen as you stumble backwards, gasping. Your hand rose up to your shoulder as you hurried to get to cover, you huffed profusely as you covered the wound, blood staining your hand. They clearly missed the shot to your head, you had to hide.
Gekko lifted his head up as he heard the shot, he then looked down at Wingman, "Can you make sure nobody got hurt, amigo?" Wingman nodded quickly, running to the direction of the sound, his little arms behind him as he ran.
You slowed your breathing, as your eyes were shut. You inhaled slowly, then exhaled, before opening your eyes as you heard little small footsteps approaching.
You mumbled a slight as you saw Wingman approach you, his tiny body running to your side and placing a hand on your arm, shaking you a slight. "'M fine, just a bit.. tired.." You responded, smiling as you looked at him. Wingman put his hands up as if a gesture saying wait, then ran in a different direction.
After a few minutes, he came back with Sage who looked worried. She ran over to you, placing her hands over your wound, "After you're healed, we're retreating. Can you tell Gekko that, Wingman?" Wingman nodded, turning and running away.
You felt so embarrassed, so ashamed, so useless in this battle. You gently sighed as everything seemed to speed by, in no time.
You were in your bed, wondering where everything went wrong. You inhaled, placing your hands over your face, keeping them there when the door opened.
"Hermosa?" Gekko called out, you mumbled back, "Yes?".
"Are you okay?" He asked, stepping a bit closer, Wingman behind his leg. You gently shook your head, placing your hands over your eyes. Gekko sighed, wrapping his arms around you, placing his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling. "I was so worried about you, mi amor." He mumbled, placing a small kiss on your neck. You sighed, leaning into him.
"I just— Can't believe I got shot." You said, feeling Wingman climb onto your bed, and place his small hands on your leg. "Like, I was such a.. liability." You groaned out. Gekko nodded, removing his strap from his chest and his shoes.
Gekko patted next to him, signaling for you to lay down, to which you did. He placed a kiss to your forehead before speaking, "Don't ever think that, okay? Everybody makes mistakes, nobody's perfect, hermosa." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your body. Wingman gently pushed Gekko away, crawling in between you both his small hands gripping the blanket. He snuggled between you both.
Gekko chuckled, and you did too. You both looked at each other, before Gekko placed a kiss on your lips as he leaned over Wingman. You placed a hand on his cheek as you returned the kiss. He pulled away smiling, a prominent blush on his cheeks.
"God, I take back what I said, eres jodidamente perfecto." He laughed out, before laying his down. You smiled as you looked at him, laying down as well.
I guess taking naps with your boyfriend and his little buddy, is kind of therapeutic.
