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Can you do yandere scenario prompt #12 with narancia 🧡

sorry for the hiatus i think?? i don’t know if it was an hiatus, but um hiya im back! i luv this cute orange boy so here u go bae 🧡🫰

p.s sorry abt the ending i uh, yeah 🥹

Yandere Narancia x Reader

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The wisps of the wind blew through the opened window, the mint green drapes flowing almost majestically with the current flow of air. It was dark yet a clear night, the stars shining down onto the city of Naples gracing the building with a glowing shimmer. The waxing gibbous moon gave off an appearance of a full moon, yet it was so deceiving that others wouldn’t have noticed unless they looked really close. Purple eyes glistened, the moon turning them into a sparkling lavender hue as they stared upon the beauty of the moon.

A figure laid limp on the bed, light snores and puffs of air coming from their resting body. The figure in the room continued to stare at the sky through the window, a chair pulled up right to the windowsill. Sitting towards the backrest of the chair, they rested their head on their right hand as they carried on with their stargazing.

“Don’t you wish you could see the stars with me? The sky is beautiful, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it like this.”

Narancia sighed and slumped in the chair. His heartbeat thumping from the adrenaline and risk of being caught. Even though he knew he would never, the thought still played a role in his subconscious. He couldn’t afford to be caught, it was too soon, too soon to confess his undying love for the girl he encountered a mere month ago. It was getting harder day by day to continue sneaking out with the growing tension throughout Passione. Sure he wasn’t an high ranked official, but he wasn’t stupid enough to not know unlike Fugo’s opinion.

He was young yet it wasn’t wrong to dream of the future that would eventually come. The small scenarios and dreams gave Narancia a reason to smile at night and continue to help Bucciarati anyway possible.

Glancing over towards the sleeping girl, he slowly walked over and hovered over her peaceful face. It was times like this Narancia wondered if she dreamed of the same things he dreamt of. How she was lucky to sleep so peacefully without the worries he and his comrades had placed on his shoulders. He wanted to make the world a better place for people here even though he had no such power. Even if his stand wasn’t as powerful as Giorno’s or potent like Fugo’s, he tried his best to do as much as he could.

Reaching out softly, he took her hand in his slender calloused ones. Giving it a small squeeze, he smiled and gave a light hearted giggle. His eyes wander over her form, drinking in his one and only future lover. Narancia couldn’t help but imagine the day where he could do this and lay next to her sleeping form, cuddling soaking up the warmth both of their bodies would create. A ring would be present on her ring finger and the two would live in a well-to-do apartment made for people of the upper class.

Soon before they knew it, there would be tiny children made of the both of them running around and causing chaos the two would have to tend to. He would give his children the life they deserved, not the life he was forced into at such a young age. Narancia would make sure to take extra care of his ‘wife’ making sure she wouldn’t end up just like his mother leaving him and his father wrecked in despair.

Narancia began to hum one of his western favorites and tore his gaze towards the sky. They would sit on the balcony, together, and stare upon the same sky in each other's embrace. No more lonely nights, only nights filled with peace with only them being the other human beings in the world.

The ticking of the clock brought him out of engaging thoughts. Looking towards the clock, he let out a disappointed sigh. He had to go head back towards the shared apartment where his teammates rested. When Bucciarati rises in power would be the day that the two of you would start your new lives together.

Slipping his hand out yours, he immediately felt the warmth of his hand. The clamminess of his becoming cold from the intrusive wind. Adjusting your covers neatly back upon you, he took his leave.

Someday he hoped, someday he hoped to break this vicious cycle of a memory. For now he laid in a bed of flowers, wishing the day of both your futures would soon come.

Hello hello! Could I request headcannons for yandere chamber, sova, Omen, and Brimstone with a gn s/o who knows about their antics and Are you trying to escape them? I say, as if I'm trying to get out of protocol (Thank you so much for reading this and sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language )

Hi everyone! I know it’s been awhile and I’ve been gone so long. I took writers block to a whole new level. This last year sm has happened but to be honest I want to write again and use this as a creative outlet! I hope you enjoy, love you all 🤍

You knew that staying in Protocol was a gamble, never knowing if you were going to come back in one piece or even alive at all. It didn’t help when one particular agent made your time in the special covert operations organization an almost living hell. Even if the fate of the world was on Protocols backs, it was time to leave while you could…or at least that is what you thought.

CHAMBER: 

Before you even began thinking of leaving Protocol, he already knew what was going to happen. It totally wasn’t how uncomfortable he made you when he would constantly flirt with you on missions <3

He wouldn’t talk to you about the matter, actually doesn’t address it all only with small quips and remarks that make you question whether he knows your plan or not. 

Chamber isn’t Brimstone, he doesn’t have the power and control that the head leader holds. Although that doesn’t mean he is totally powerless, this man has money and status that he most certainly utilizes.

He is a shady man, a con man if you really want to put a label on it considering what he did to Fracture, manipulating and lying to get what he wants. Under protocol he doesn’t have control over you, so he would definitely let you have your “temper tantrum” before he would take any immediate reaction.

He wants you to feel as if you have the upper hand, as if you won. 

Now with you being out of Protocol and not under constant surveillance leaving in the base, he can do as he pleases. 

Opening the door to your flat, you are greeted with the familiar darkness you see everytime you return from your work shifts. Taking off your outer coat you hang it on the coat rack beside the door, taking the time to sleep off your shoes about to turn on the lights. You never consider yourself paranoid, yet the eerie feeling of not being alone began to send a chill down your spine. The room was still dark, silence filled the air as you listened for any noise that would indicate that something was there. Slowly your hand made its way to the light switch, flipping the small white knub up as the lights blasted on. To your horror the last person you wanted to see sat there in the burgundy velvet wingback chair in the living room. The slick back hair, chunky yet expensive glasses frames, that blue silky waistcoat that cost more than the rent you paid, Chamber. Vincent Fabron. “Bonsoir mon chéri. What a nice residence you have…quite old fashioned for my taste, non?” He finally spoke, his signature card in hand as he toyed around with it. “You left so suddenly, not even a goodbye? How inconsiderate considering how close we were.” He rose from his seated position in the chair, stalking forward towards your frozen stature. His eyes remained focused on yours, an unreadable emotion as he continued forth before stopping in front of you. The coy grin he wore on his face as he gazed at your fearful expression with delight. With a small snap the card disappeared from his hands, the golden tattoos lighting up as the object retreated. He stood posed, staring down at you as a wolf to a sheep. “Your little game is over chéri…let us be off.” SOVA:

He always had been doting, trying to accommodate you and make sure that your time at Protocol is pleasant considering what all you have to go through to keep global peace.

He would start to see the hesitance in your eyes, the inner turmoil and battle you had with yourself when things would go awry (totally not around him).

As you resign filling out paperwork to Brimstone who was sad to see you go yet understood where you were coming from, Sova would come across you and Brim. He saw you walk into his office, and concerned he followed. It didn’t take him long to notice the paperwork that laid in front of you, pen in hand. 

Sova, who is always a calm and collected person doesn’t say much yet stands there with that composed expression on his face. Yet if you looked hard enough you could see the way his artificial eye glowed brighter as his jaw clenched.

He would ask to speak to you, nodding his head at Brim who didn’t expect a thing considering how highly regarded Sova is and how much of a good ally he was to him. He would have to settle this himself. 

An unsettling feeling made its way to your gut as you stood up and followed Sova out. The further you walked away from Brim and closer to the door, the more you could feel your freedom slipping from your grasps. The mechanical door slid open allowing you to make your way to Sova who stood down the hallway, a hardened look on his face. He never was this scary, kind and clingy…not like this. Standing in front of him, you looked and finally realized how much bigger he was than you. “Why are you leaving?” He asked, plain and simple. “I-...uh…” You stammered, the words you wanted to say were gone and now incomprehensible. “You do realize that if you leave, you would be in so much danger.” He spoke in a concerned manner, although at this moment you didn’t know it was a mask to cover up his ulterior motives. “If you leave, who knows what could happen to you. You wouldn’t be protected…who knows what your other self could do when omega earth realizes you are no longer with us anymore?” Desperation filled his voice as it wavered in worry. The longer you stared into his eyes, the more guilt you felt. He cares about you, worries about you and this is what you do in return? All he’s ever done was insure your safety and that’s what you’re worried about? “You’re right…I don’t know what I was thinking, thank you Sova.” 

OMEN:

Even though he is the sweetest ever, he is still eery in his own way. Ominous. He isn’t much of a talker and if so he says stuff you can never wrap your mind around. 

He lingers around you, whichever room you're in he somehow is there, cutting his bonsai tree or knitting to remain calm. His presence is one you can’t shake yet it still is uncomfortable when you two are hardly friends.

Deciding to leave Protocol is a hassle itself, one that you most likely won’t even have the chance to do. Omen has some attachment to you and everyone seems to know that even Brim.

Most likely due to his perceptive he is, he knew of your little plan of trying to leave. He would talk with Brimstone trying to talk him into a deal or some type of way to make you stay. You keep him calm, all those voices and nightmarish images he has to live with everyday, you somehow make it bearable. 

When you arrive in Brimstone’s office requesting your resignation, somehow you cannot. Brimstone explains it has something to do with agent confidentiality or the safety, you weren’t really listening. 

Yet you’re stuck.

Standing there under Brimstone’s gaze never upset you, never made you nervous or anxious in any way. It was him who stood there, the walking shadow as he gazed upon your rigid form. Your fists clench to your side, sweat starting to form in your already clammy hands. The whole confrontation was unsettling, not only Brimstone was delivering such disheartful news, you had to endure the shadow that loomed over you. By the time the meeting was done and a final apology was uttered from Brim, he dismissed you. You walked out, form slumped as you were completely saddened by the news. As you made your way to the shared dining facility, you made yourself a cup of tea to calm your nerves down from what had happened. In the corner of your eye you could see the familiar phantom, the inescapable nightmare that you permanently stained your life.. 

BRIMSTONE: 

You’re not making it out of the book with this one. There is no way you could even try to leave considering he is the leader of Protocol and would make up some excuse as to why you couldn’t resign from your role as an agent. 

He makes the rules and no one questions it. Why would they when all he does is look out for his fellow agents and tries to encourage them as much as he can. 

Brim is one stubborn man, one who has committed himself to protecting this earth from all the radianite crises that continue to happen. He had the chance of retiring, starting a family and settling down somewhere in those American suburbs with the perfect life. He will do anything to keep you there. To keep you under him so when this is all over you and he can finally have the life his ex colleagues always talked about.

He is dedicated and with dedication there is nowhere to run or even hide. 

Stepping into Brimstone’s office you meet the gaze of the older man and you stand in front of his desk. His demeanor changed as he sat up in his chair straightening his form and clearing his throat before he began to talk. “You know why I called you in today?” He begun, his fingers laced together as his nose crinkled with a small sniff. “No sir, I do not.” You addressed him formerly even though it wasn’t mandatory. “I heard word from the others about you possibly wanting to leave. Is that true?” Your back stiffened as you felt scrutiny under his gaze. Your mouth went dry, heart stammering in your chest the longer he continued to stare at you. “Yes sir…” A defeated tone you uttered. He shifted his position, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he turned to look back up at you. “Look kid, I can't let you do that. Considering what is all going right now, not only would it be risky for you but with what you know Protocol could be compromised. I’m sorry to deliver this kind of news to you, I know it can be stressful but that is why we're all here…why I’m here.” He stood, walking towards you to place his much larger burly hand on your shoulder. The close proximity unsettled you as silence settled in the room, his deep breaths compared to your shallow fearful ones. “When this is all over you don’t need to worry about all of this. Like I said I’m here for you…I always will be.” It was at that moment you knew your fate was sealed.

Hey there! I absolutely LOVE all your content; it’s just perfection! I don’t know if you’ve done this already, but if you could do the Bucci gangs reaction to their S/O while sick or on their period I would be forever grateful!!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)╯♡

i think i’ve gotten your ask before love! i’m sorry it has literally taken me so long to post this and other works. i’ve been like mega busy and writing is like a hobby i do so please don’t be mad. I’m also on my period rn, i just got a few days ago and it really sucks ;-;

okay anon i present you this…please like it 👉👈💖

Bucci Gang Dealing with S/O on their Period

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Giorno Giovanna:

At first Giorno wouldn’t know or pick up on the early signs that your period is coming. He is busy with work although it doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend time with you, just the small things don’t come to mind when he is enjoying the time he can have with his s/o.

Him, Bucciarati, and Trish are the type to pamper their s/o when they are on their period.

For starters, he would grant you any type of food you are craving and make sure to keep you warm wrapped in the fine fluffy covers of your shared bed.

Totally stocked with napkins and tampons of all kind just to make sure that you aren’t leaving a pool of red in your bed or the expensive silk nightgown he bought for you. Giorno just doesn’t want you frolocking in your own blood :/

Giorno keeps the room scented of fresh flowers and is the total type if your having cramps to get you up to walk them away. Moving and exercising your body is more healthy than laying there all day not getting the blood flowing.

He understands when your sore, bloated, and of course having mood swings.

Picnic dates. When I said he will make you go outside, he would also take you on picnic dates that are surrounded by flowers to get your mind off of icky stuff.

Bruno Bucciarati:

A sweetheart. You want a doting man to pamper and be at your beck and call, well you have Bruno Bucciarati.

Will 100% drop work unless it is really important, although you're more important to him than work itself.

Everything is completely stocked up and he makes sure to have special linen for you so you are comfortable and not maybe accidentally staining the cotton bedsheets.

Bucciarati would make you take pain reliefs and give you a complete list of what you can and cannot eat. Sure you may have cravings, however, you can’t just give in to all of them especially if they don’t help your bloating or cramps.

He watches your favorite movies and shows while holding you in his warm embrace.

To be honest I see Bucciarati enjoying the time you on your period. He doesn’t like seeing you in pain or stress, yet he loves the excessive time he gets to spend around you.

Loves when you lay there curled up and he can lay you on his lap while playing with your hair or fiddling with your hands he loves so much.

Why need a heating pad when you have this lovely man.

Leone Abbacchio:

Well, I wouldn’t say he would be the best to be around on your time of the month. I feel like he would lack that understanding that your cramps or mood swings are uncontrollable and may lash out at you for them.

Over time he gets more sympathetic and would begin to understand what you have to go through. He yells less, is less harsh and abrasive, as well tries to surprise you with things that would make you happy.

Out of all the bucci gang members, he would be the best to cuddle with. He is tall, big, warm, and that chest of his oh my…

Abbacchio doesn’t really like the sight of blood and doesn’t like to deal if you accidentally have a leak on the sheets.

Also, is confused when you ask him to buy your products from the store. He kinda stands there awkwardly and his pride won’t allow him to ask the employees for help. Expect random brands or packages with him claiming that they were all the same and what he could find.

Also is the most chill to be with during your period because he doesn’t talk too much or is too jumpy like Narancia would be around.

Very pleasant and calming to be around, plus he would make you some nice tea.

Guido Mista:

There are times I sometimes can’t take Mista seriously and sometimes I can. This is one of those situations.

He would honestly try to help you, but it would always turn out badly.

Mista’s definition of helping you get through your period is doing some um NSFW things to help your flow.

Sure he would like to hold and cuddle you, but to be honest he can only lay down for so long before he gets antsy.

The type to tell you “I understand how you feel baby” then next minute asks you if you would like to could the dinner for the night.

Mista is also on the same boat as Abbacchio and Narancia. He would get to the store and start sweating from the variety of products. Would probably come out with nothing.

Although Mista does feed into your cravings and even sometimes joins you on them. He is a curious man and he thinks it's cute sharing the same food with them curled up in a buddle of warm blankets from the heating pads.

The best thing Mista does when you are on your period is honestly when he pulls you into his broad arms and gives you the cutest cuddles.

Narancia Ghirga:

I’m going, to be honest, your going to have to explain to him what a period is. He has no idea or clue about it.

Narancia sits there like a little kid soaking up information that seemed so bizarre to him.

At first he would joke about it until he sees you literally actually go through it. He would be like “oh shit” and rush over to you.

Blood isn’t really a big thing with him, but he gets scared still knowing that you are technically bleeding.

Joining the Gang of Pad/Tampon Explorers, he would also be so confused. Fugo refused to help Narancia, by refusing he was in another fit of anger and Narancia thought it was towards him.

The employees notice him wandering cluelessly and will help him out. He is the first out of the 3 to be able to bring the proper merch back.

Also joins food splurges and things like that. He is super affectionate and if you get irritated easily, he could be a tad bit annoying.

He just wants to be around you and comfort you through these times. Not only is he able to take off work, but he gets to spend it with you <3

Pannacotta Fugo:

Fugo would be in the middle. He knows and has learnt about a menstrual cycle, just hasn’t experienced it firsthand.

Not going to lie, it made him panic at first. Of course he kept his cool composure and masked it with that cool facade of his, but we all know that inside he was going haywire.

Makes sure to definitely bring you the proper sanitary items you need for your cycle.

He isn’t one for physical touch most of the time so you’ll need to really be pushy or talk about how much pain you're in.

He’ll feel guilty and apologize before bringing you in his embrace with his face beat red.

Fugo wouldn’t let you leave the little comfort room he made for you. He talks about how it wouldn’t be a wise idea since they all couldn’t understand you like he could even though Trish is a female too.

He is also the type to enjoy you during this time of the month because it guarantees more alone time the two of you could have together.

The only downside is that he doesn’t really like blood or the idea of you staining the sheets. It’s just really icky to him.

Despite his little germaphobe self, he isn’t bad to be around because in all honesty he just wants to enjoy the small alone time he gets to have with you.

Trish Una:

Come on, out of all the Bucci gang members she would be the most understanding.

It’s kind of really wholesome when you're on your period and she is around.

No need to take store trips, she already has everything you need. She has your favorite food, drinks, heating pad, and pain killers to combat your period.

She is just like Fugo and separates you from the rest of the gang because they are stupid in her opinion.

The two of you have little movie marathons and she pampers you by giving you facials or giving you small massages.

Sometimes when the two of you are both on your period, you two are the ones who stick together. Both you lay together and just cuddle while sulking in the same predicament.

At least the two of you can pamper each other and share a heating pad.

She also is huge for comfort so expect to have the fluffiest and softest of sheets while you're sitting there in the cocoon of blankets she made.

Recommend and say she is 10/10 the best be with during your cycle.

How would Yandere Bruno, Giorno, Jotaro and Josuke react to Y/n having a Stand & while stalking them, seeing them kick ass to defend themselves. Pretty please 🥺

i tried to respond as best as i can. at the end they it kind of just begins to address the fact y/n can fight 💀💀

i still love you anon 🥹💕

Darling who can defend themselves

Ft: Jotaro, Josuke, Giorno, & Bucciarati

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Jotaro:

Jotaro always followed you home no matter how many times you caught him or ‘tried’ to tell him off. He is just a stubborn man.

His stalking isn’t really stalking yet still stalking. You kind of just live with it and it doesn’t really bother you to try to come up with an conclusion if he is stalking you or not.

Jotaro had no idea or even thought that you had the capabilities of self-defense, his big brain macho mind doesn’t even comprehend it.

He likes that you can fight for yourself, you're not weak, and act like a damsel in distress like the other girls in your year.

Although Jotaro would like it better if you did depend on him and him alone. He just thinks (and knows) he is stronger than you. He could protect you and if worse comes to worst, you can somewhat defend yourself.

It’s a win in his eyes, to be honest.

Josuke:

Josuke is a delusional man and he originally right off the bat views you as someone who needs his protection.

His sweet baby darling

When you prove to him that you are capable of fending for yourself, a part of that delusional makeshift dream he had of you starts to crumble.

He wants you to use him as a sword and shield, not have you go out there and risk getting hurt!

Sure at first, he is happy that you defended yourself against the person who tried to force themselves upon you, but the reality starts to sink in.

It tears and eats away at him at night as he tries to lay his head down on his pillow trying to come up with a scenario of the two of you together to sleep.

If you can fend for yourself, then there would be no need for him to hover over you.

He simply cannot have that.

Giorno:

With Giorno, it is a touchy subject. He doesn’t want to see someone he cares about so much be put in a situation where they would have to fight.

(I’m going with the plot of Vento Aureo where s/o is part of the gang)

It’s somewhat already a red flag to him when you are a part of Bucciarati’s gang. Something happened that made him think you would fit in with his group of already traumatic people.

During the mission, he is quite thrilled to see you can handle yourself so your not always on the verge of death or literally being shot all the time like Mista.

When the events of Vento Aureo are over and he has claimed the rightful Don of Passione, the need for you to use your skills is gone.

Of course, there are some threats to Passione, but they are nothing that he couldn’t take care of. Not only does he have powerful members of the organization, but his overpowered broken stand.

It would be easier if you were to just sit back and be pampered by him.

Bucciarati:

I can see Bucciarati in the same predicament as Josuke. He does to have this dream where you depend on him and him alone in the small cottage he already owns.

Yet when he remembers your upbringing and how he was able to meet you, inviting you to his gang…the scenario fractures a little.

It feels wrong to him that such a beautiful person would have to learn such violent acts of display in order for simple defense. Bucciarati thinks that he is enough and should be enough.

There are times he admits to himself that your skills are quite useful with how many stand battles there are. It raises the chance of you not getting literally killed if something were to happen to him if they ever encounter such an invincible stand.

He isn’t toxic like Josuke with how pushy Josuke is to be around you 24/7, he just accepts that fact (dreadfully so) and smiles back at you. He tries to ignore that sick pleasurable feeling of you solely depending on him.

If only he could restrain himself for much longer.

Hello hello! Could I request headcannons for yandere sova, cypher, chamber, and phoenix with a male or gn s/o who knows about their antics and constantly avoids them? (Thanks in advancr if you do this!!) [🥀]

i cannot tell you how excited i was to write this. I’m literally uncontrollably shaking and sobbing right now. i love Valorant sm and yeah I still play it hehe. i haven’t seen much Yan fics for the characters so oh well ig I will add to the already small ones that exists. thanks sm for requesting this 🥀 anon ! 💝

Yandere Valorant with a S/O who Constantly Avoids Them.

Ft: Chamber, Phoenix, Cypher, Sova

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Chamber:

One you started to avoid him, immediately he would catch on. The smug grin he would wear on his face around you and the others, would slowly turn into a cold dead stare the last place you stood in front of him.

He is a very possessive man and the more time away from him doing meaningless things like avoid him, would just be another open door for anyone to come into your life.

For some reason the more you avoid him, the more prominent and pushy he is. He is a manipulative conman who would ruthlessly do anything to get his way.

In your peripheral vision, standing there will always be Chamber reminding you that at the end of the road lies him patiently waiting for you.

Bringing it up to Brim would be pointless. No matter how much he dislikes Chamber, he is a valuable member of Protocol and losing him would cause great loss to the team.

So you’re stuck.

Walking back to your room, all you hear is the humming of the fluorescent lights lighting up the corridor. It was late in the night, no one was up and half the team was gone on a mission investigating recent activity of spike bombs throughout Italy.

An eerie feeling began to slowly come over you. Crossing your arms, you continued to walk to your room hoping to reach your private sanctuary.

Sliding open your door, you slump against it letting out an exhale of relief from the creepy feeling you got in the dim hallway.

A little rustle of sheets makes you snap your head up towards its direction. There on your bed was Vincent Fabron in all his glory, sitting at the end of your bed with his legs crossed and hands intertwined around his knee while he smiled at you.

A small gasp came out of your lips as you stared at him like an unpredictable animal not knowing what he was going to do next.

“What’s wrong mon cheri, miss me?”

Phoenix:

It would take a little while for Phoenix to notice that you’ve been avoiding him.

Sure sometimes in the past you got a little annoyed with him and would avoid him sometimes, so this would mean eventually you’ll come back to him right?

When you don’t is when Phoenix has to take matters into his own hands.

At first he would try to play it off as a joke with little playful whines of how he could make it up to you or how he would stop being annoying sometimes.

That doesn’t work.

He will start to get antsy over time and that’s when that playful behavior of his starts to slowly slip away.

After coming back from a mission, you were seriously injured. Sage made sure to heal you and let you rest in the med bay. Picking up on Phoenix’s presence and how close she thought he was to you, she left to give you two privacy.

Being too tired from sustaining injuries and using the rest of your energy on the field, you're completely drained and all you could do was sit there as he grew closer.

Phoenix stands in front of you, looking down with an unreadable expression as he adjusts the collar of his jacket.

Looking down, fiddling with his rings is when he decided to open his mouth.

“You know all this fooling around and this is where it gets you. Look I don’t know what I did, but I’m sick of this silent treatment. It would be best if you would stop this before things get out of hand.”

You can’t help but feel your heart drop from the menacing glowing orange hue of his eyes as he continued to stare right at you.

Cypher:

There is no real way to avoid Cypher. If we want to play the ‘what if’ game then sure, okay. It all depends what stage of obsession he is at.

We all know that he has lost someone really close to him and throughout his game dialogue he says some pretty sad stuff. When you find out about all of Cypher’s manipulation tactics and surveillance cams, that’s where things get messy.

After a day of rigorous back to back training with Kay-O and Phoenix, your left is completely beat and sore. Laying down on your bed you take a moment to relax before your stomach churns in an uncomfortable way forcing you to sit up.

You can’t help but feel like someone was watching you, yet you were in your own room.

This would continue until it gets out of control like the snowball effect. It would get to a point where you begin to tear your own room apart trying to find what or who was watching you.

The other protocol members take notice of the dark circles that linger under your eyes, the whiffing of shoots when merely practicing in the range, and how jittery you are when simply eating breakfast.

You know it's him, but there is nothing to do than confront him.

It would have been better if they were to just leave it alone and go along with the saying “Ignorance is bliss”, but even then the end would still be the same.

Confronting him would lead up to you knocking at his door in the middle of the night. Tears adorn your face as your eyes are swell from the excessive abuse you’ve put them through.

Sitting in a chair in front of an old fashioned chess board, sits Cypher gesturing you to take a seat across from him. Looking at the chessboard, all that there is left is a singular white king chess and a remaining black king piece in his hand. With a small tilt of his head is when you hear the dreadful word that marks the end of your fate.

“Checkmate.”

Sova:

In order to find out Sova was pulling the strings in the background, you must’ve had to look deep and hard.

Sova makes sure to cover his tracks only wanting you to know him for the honest agent who would do anything to protect his team and lead them to triumph.

When the avoiding begins to start, it takes a little while for him to notice. He is a valued agent of Protocol and Brim makes sure to deploy him on almost every mission because he is someone he can solely trust.

Once the small conversations you would have in the common area stop and all your responses are short and straight to the point is when Sova takes notice.

With a little observance and recon, he finds out how you had caught onto him. It was bound to happen eventually as it was better to confront it sooner than later and let it go on longer.

Getting ready for bed, you put on your lip balm before untucking your covers from the neatly folded position it was in. A knock on the door interrupted you before you had the chance to slide into your bed.

Letting out a small groan, you made your way to your door before sliding it open revealing the last person you wanted to see.

“May I come inside? I know it is quite late, but Brimstone wanted me to quickly deliver the notes for the next upcoming mission.”

Holding up a vanilla envelope, he gives a small awkward smile. Furrowing your eyebrows you step to the side letting the tall man step in. Closing the door you noticed Sova placed the envelope on your desk before continuing to stand there staring at you.

“Мне очень жаль, но это нужно было сделать.”

Before you could take a step back, the last thing you saw was the glow from his robotic blue eye as he drew away the used syringe.