#apex legends tickle fic
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can i request reader w/ revenant? maybe reader annoys him to no end and revenant tickles the reader in retaliation >:-D
A/N: Sorry this is so late; I wanted to get this out when the Revenant Reborn season started but I got caught up with some stuff. The only warning, if any, that I'd say for this story is that it's a bit dark I guess, but it's Revenant. He doesn't hurt the reader, though. Just tickles the heck out of them. I hope you like it 😅
Hunted
You ticked Revenant off by stealing his kills in a match, and now, he’s hunting you. With a new body that’s faster, stronger, and deadlier, the cat and mouse game that he plays with you doesn’t last long. But instead of killing you, he tickles the living daylights outta you.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Your feet pounded the ground below as you sprinted through Storm Point. Gaea was the current stop for the Apex Games. But, you’d run so far away from the arena, you couldn’t place an exact pinpoint on your location. Your comms died a while ago. But, you had to keep running.
Otherwise, Revenant would catch you.
You and the simulacrum had an odd relationship. Less than friends, but not quite enemies. But it wasn’t always like that. When you were first on his team, he was rude, demanding, and threatened you more than your enemies. But, you always had a little fire in you. It’s one of the many reasons you thrived in a bloodsport.
You didn’t shy away from dangerous situations or, in this case, people. Revenant was being especially rude during one match and, eventually, you got tired of hearing him talk. So, when he said he needed more shotgun ammo, you angrily threw some at him.
“Ugh. Here, asshole.” You snapped. Revenant had his back to you, looting, so the ammo stack hit him square in the back. He growled and whirled around to you, and you went on. “You’d think you’d know how much ammo you need because you’re a literal murderbot.”
Before you could blink, Revenant suddenly towered over you. The sudden invasion of space startled you, so you backed up into the wall. The simulacrum followed and put his bladed hand against your throat.
“Say that again, skinbag.” Revenant growled. His gold optics threateningly bore down into your eyes. You glared back at him and pressed your lips together, making him smirk. “Don’t be shy now. Say it.”
“You can’t kill me,” you countered. “We’re on the same team, in case you forgot.”
Revenant laughed. “You think this pen will stop me? Just wait until we’re alone.” he said, easing the blade off of you. “Gonna be hard to talk after I slice your throat.”
You grimaced at the gruesome image, but you held strong. He pushed all of the other Legends around. You weren't gonna be one of them. “So far, you’ve done more talking than killing…”
There was a beat, and then Revenant chuckled darkly. Then, with his free hand, he suddenly hoisted you up into the air. You yelped and grabbed at his wrist, but he was much stronger than you. He brought you just inches away from his face. You swore you saw a twinkle in his eye.
“Oh, I’m gonna enjoy breaking you…” Revenant purred. His eyes searched yours for a moment and then, still holding you, he walked out of the building. He roughly dropped you. “Get moving, skinbag. With any luck, we can catch up to this ‘Champion’ and I can rip out his insides.”
You rolled your eyes. “Why did you ask me for ammo if you were just gonna—”
He grabbed your flank and pushed you forward. You bit back another yelp and squirmed out of his touch.
“Shut up and move.”
After that game, and many other games in between, Revenant’s attitude towards you changed. Not by much, but there was a noticeable difference. If you were ever downed in a match, Revenant hunted that particular Legend down before he went after the rest of the squad.
“You’re mine to kill, (Y/N). Remember that.” He said as he pulled you to your feet. Now, he called you by your name more often than ‘skin bag’.
You breathed a sigh of relief, taking out your Phoenix Kit to heal. “Yeah? That almost sounds like you’re saying you like me.”
Revenant grunted. “Don’t push your luck. Or I’ll skin you after this match.”
You grinned, but otherwise complied. That is, until you started taking his kills.
For the match, you used a Sentinel as your primary weapon. Revenant opted for a shotgun and a C.A.R. Since his upgrade, he’s been opting for more up close and personal kills. So, when he rushed in to attack, you stayed back a few paces to snipe. The simulacrum pounced onto an unsuspecting squad of Bangalore and Newcastle. He made quick work of the heroic defender. Then, he turned his attention to the sergeant.
“Heh, tough luck, sarge.” He chuckled, stepping over the downed hero. “Always rough to have a family reunion and a funeral on the same day..”
But, instead of him finishing her off, you did. You trained your sniper optic over Bangalore’s head and fired. Anita went down, leaving behind a very angry simulacrum.
“Are you blind?! That kill was mine!” Revenant roared as you approached him. You initially jumped, and then scoffed.
“Sheesh, I was just trying to help! You were taking forever, and you’re grouchy when you’re downed.” You answered. This only made Revenant angrier.
“I don’t need help from a pathetic sack of meat like you. You steal my kill again, and I’ll make you regret it.” He threatened. This was one of the many threats Revenant threw your way and by now, you were used to it. Little did you know, he’d make good on this one.
You stole the next few kills again by grazing the Legend you shot at, getting the final bit of damage and the credit for the kill. Then, when you were named the Kill Leader, the simulacrum finally snapped.
“That’s it.”
Revenant lunged at you with an angry roar. You barely had time to get out of the way.
“Whoa, wait! It was an accident! I—” You snickered at first, stopping short when you saw that murderous glint in his eyes. This wasn’t one of those grumpy, irritable looks he gave you. This time, you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. His next words chilled you to your core, and prompted you to run.
“I’m going to tear you apart.”
Your lungs burned with exertion, and your muscles ached, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Especially when you heard Revenant’s deep, gravelly voice somewhere behind you.
“Running won’t save you, skin bag. It just makes it more fun for me.”
You yelped loudly and spun around to defend yourself. But, he wasn’t there. Revenant’s chuckle echoed through the forest.
“Aw, are you scared?”
You put your hands on your knees, gasping for air. “R-Rev, come on…I was just messing around. We won the match anyway!” You yelled in between your panting. Revenant scowled.
“Championships mean nothing to me,” Revenant spat. “But death, fear? Nothing in the world comes close to that…and the fear on your face is delicious.”
A cold rush of fear rushed up your spine. You were all alone here, with no one to help you. The simulacrum’s next words came out in a purr.
“I’d love a closer look…”
There was a rustling sound to the left of you, and you jolted in the opposite direction. But, still, nothing was there. Revenant laughed a menacing laugh.
“I’m not going to kill you. Not yet,” Revenant smirked. He’d climbed up into a tree high above you and blended into the shadows. Even if you looked up, it’d be impossible to see him. “But you’re going to wish I did.”
Another rustle. Your head snapped towards the sound. Now, you could see his yellow optics in the darkness. You moved to run again, but it was too late. Revenant roared as he tackled you to the ground. You screamed as you went down. You defensively raised your hands to protect yourself, but he grabbed them and held them above your head in a cold metal hand.
This was it. You tried to pull your hands free, but it was no use. Then, with his free hand, Revenant attacked.
You screamed as his claws scritched against your side. But, it didn’t hurt. It tickled like hell. Your screams turned into panicked giggles.
“Wahahaha—Rehehehehev, stahahaha!” You snorted as he clawed from one side to the other. His hand moved at an inhuman speed and overwhelmed you with ticklish sensations. You writhed in his hold, squealing again as he pinched your side. “AHahaha! Stohohohp! REHEhehev!”
“Ticklish, are we?” Revenant hummed, this time squeezing just above your hip bone. You barked out a laugh and arched your back. “You skin bags have so many weaknesses. So many ways to break you apart…”
You could barely hear him over your laughter. You uselessly tossed to and fro, but his hand remained latched onto your skin. Then, all of a sudden, Revenant stopped and tilted your chin up. His touch was like ice and you shivered, unable to look away from his burning gaze.
“And you think you can get away with taking what’s mine?”
Revenant’s voice distorted a little bit, and it made you freeze in fear. The simulacrum released your chin and wasted no time in spidering his claws over your exposed underarm. You sputtered and giggled, twisting around in his strong grip.
“Bahahahaha! Ihihiht wahahahas juhuhust a gahahahahame! COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!”
He suddenly dug his thumb into your underarm, pulling another laugh out of you. He let go of your arms to attack both underarms at once, scritching deep into the muscle. Your laughter drastically increased and volume and, even though you slammed your arms down, he was still able to tickle.
“I don’t care. I’m still gonna teach you a lesson.”
Revenant pulled his hands free from your underarms and clawed at your rib cage. You squealed and tried to flip over, but he pushed you back onto your back. He kneaded at the spaces between your ribs with his thumbs, and he used his claws to pinch and swipe at the bones randomly. Each scrape of his claws made you squeal and laugh loudly. Your heart beat a mile a minute; out of everything possible, how on Earth was a simulacrum good at tickling?
“Lookie here,” Revenant, noticing how sensitive your ribs were, honed in on them with both hands. You arched your back again, laughing harder and fighting with his hands. He snatched your hands again and placed them under him, pinning them with just enough weight to keep them there, but not to hurt you. Then, he resumed his tickling, pinching at the sides of your ribs and drumming his fingers up the bones. The panic surged through you as you shook your head and writhed with laughter. Revenant chuckled. “So sensitive. Heh, just as I figured. You’re not so tough.”
“NOHOHOHO!” You screamed and kicked your legs against the ground. You twisted your torso from side to side, but he just followed your movements, his hands stopping just short of your underarms. Your laughter died down to high pitched giggles. “Stohohohop! Rehehehev, plehehase—”
Revenant’s optics sparkled at your pleading. “Begging already? That was easy,” he laughed. But then, his tone darkened, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Hell, it was almost too easy. Where’s that fighting spirit, Legend? You can do better than that…”
With that, the simulacrum jumped back down to your ribs, pinching and scritching along the length of your rib cage. You screamed again and bucked your hips. Of course, Revenant’s taunting touched a nerve, but you were too overcome with laughter to snap back. Still, you tried anyway.
“AHAHAHA! I’M GOHOHOHOHNA—”
You gasped when Revenant prodded at your centermost ribs. Those ribs were especially sensitive and, judging from how he cocked his head to the side, he picked up on it too.
“You’re gonna what?” he echoed. He slowed the tickling down to where he just traced patterns on those sensitive ribs. “Laugh? Beg?” His optics twinkled again. “Go ahead, beg some more. It won’t help, but go on...”
You didn’t wanna beg again, especially if it encouraged Revenant to keep going. But, if he kept tapping against your ribs, you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last.
Then, Revenant did something you weren’t expecting. Instead of continuing to torment your ribs, he suddenly hiked your shirt up, exposing your bare torso. Then, his hands scampered back up your sides, his thumbs digging into your skin. The cold feeling of metal digits made you squeal, and you involuntarily snorted as his claws skittered across your stomach.
“C’mon, skin bag. Beg.” Revenant demanded. He inched his way back towards your ribs and you tensed up. What started out as snickering turned into desperate giggles as he got closer and closer to the spot. Your stubbornness weakened, and your breath hitched as his fingertips swiped against your skin.
“Nonono! Okay! Plehehease, Rev. Dohohn’t tickle me,” You pleaded. The words tasted like poison in your mouth but, if it got him to stop, that’s all you wanted. “Plehehease stohohop..”
Revenant, however, wasn’t moved. “That’s it?” he scoffed, suddenly spidering his claws up and down your centermost ribs. “You don’t sound pathetic enough.”
A shriek ripped out of you as you spasmed against the floor, laughing hysterically. He didn’t let up and raked his claws over every inch of your ribs. And then, when you arched your back, he pinched at the back of those ribs. You laughed harder and moved to slam your back down on the floor, but he held you in place, continuing to prod and pinch at the spots.
“AHAHAHAHA! REHEHEV, STAHAHAHA!” You yelled, your eyes pinching shut from the force of your laughter. “PLEHEHEHASE!”
Revenant ignored your pleading and continued tickling. By now, your ribs were hypersensitive from all of the previous tickling, so it took no time for your laughter to deepen. You writhed in his iron hold and threw your head back in hysterics. You didn’t think it could get any worse for you, but it could. And it did.
The simulacrum was kneading his fingertips into the backs of your ribs when, all of a sudden, he stopped. You breathed heavily and hiccuped in between residual laughter. Your eyes were still closed, so you couldn’t see what he had in his hands.
Revenant was holding the headscarf from his previous model. Just looking at it made him angry; it reminded him of what he’s lost, and what he’s become. But, it’d work perfectly for what he had in store for you.
Your eyes snapped open at the sound of something ripping. Revenant tore off a long piece of the head scarf, binding your wrists with it. A fresh wave of panic coursed through you, and you struggled with a renewed vigor.
“NO! Rev, please! I’m sorry!” You shrieked. Now, since he didn’t need to hold your arms down, he eased off so that he straddled your waist. “I won’t take your kills again! Please, let me go!”
“This isn’t about kills anymore, skin bag.” Revenant scoffed. He dragged his claws up your sides, making you shudder and giggle. “You’d be dead by now if that’s what I wanted. No…now, I want to hear you scream.”
Revenant slowly scratched back down your sides. You bucked your hips uselessly, giggling harder. As ticklish as your ribs were, there were a few more spots that were far more sensitive, and the simulacrum was heading right for them.
“Nohohoho! No! Rehehehehv, wAHAHAHAHAHAIT!” You went rigid as he walked his claws just above your hip bones. Revenant cocked his head to the side again, and you could hear his gears hum in response. He flicked his digits against your hip bones, and your laughter fueled scream told him everything he wanted to know.
“Oh, you’re in trouble now…”
There was a sinister, teasing lilt in his tone as he suddenly descended into your hips. His metallic knuckles rolled over each bone and, when he wasn’t doing that, he squeezed them with just enough pressure to tickle. Each prod and squeeze sent ticklish jolts up your spine, and your loud laughter echoed throughout the forest.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHAHAHA, STOHOHOHOHOP!” You yelled and frantically struggled with the ties on your wrists. They were tight, not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to keep your hands out of the way. The simulacrum dug a little bit more into your hips, using his fingertips to scritch back at the spot just above them. You threw your head back and your legs kicked out under you as you laughed and laughed.
Revenant chuckled. He kept one hand on your hip and snaked the other back up your side. He hovered over your ribs and poked them. You yelped out a protest, but it was lost in your wild laughter. You curled in on yourself as much as physically possible, but it didn’t help.
“I should’ve done this sooner,” he mused aloud. He tweaked your upper ribs and you hiccuped. “Doesn’t beat killing you skin bags, but it’s pretty damn close. And I’ve got nothing but time…”
You shook your head back and forth, your laughter now barely audible. Your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing. You mouthed ‘please’ and ‘stop’ over and over, but it didn’t change anything. In fact, it just urged Revenant to keep going. After a couple more pokes to your rib cage, the simulacrum moved back down your torso, his hands finding your waist again. Instead of digging in, he traced the indent of your hips, enjoying how you gasped and snickered.
“Plehehehease,” You pleaded again, your torso shaking from the lingering ticklish sensations. “Nohoho more. I cahahahn’t tahake it..”
Revenant mockingly cooed at you. “Doesn’t sound like my problem. And I’m not finished with you yet.”
He hooked his hands around your waist and squeezed your hips. You bucked and yelped, trying to reason with the unreasonable, and he responded by squeezing again. You snorted and brought your tied hands down, trying to cover your hips, but you were just out of reach. Rev mixed in quick scribbles across your waist, adding a new ticklish sensation to the mix, and you jerked in the opposite direction.
Your legs kicked out more furiously under you as a response, and he reached behind with one hand to still them. His claws brushed against the underside of your knee, sending you into a deeper fit of laughter.
“RAHAHAHA!” You cried out and flattened your leg against the ground. Revenant held on and skittered his fingertips underneath your knees, making you arch your back. “SAHAHAHAHA!”
“That doesn’t sound like begging to me,” Revenant taunted. He squeezed both of your knees before returning to your waist. He dug his thumbs into your hips, sending you back into a deep pit of laughter.
“PLEHEHEASE! Please!” You yelled before giving into the laughter that overtook you. Revenant climbed up higher on your waist, so it was harder for you to buck away from him, and continued his tickle attack. It took no time for your laughter to fall silent again, and your eyes finally teared up. After another five long minutes of nonstop tickling, he finally eased up so that you didn’t pass out.
“Aw, don’t cry, (Y/N). We’re just beginning to bond,” Revenant snickered. He released your hips and took your chin into his hand, so you couldn’t pull away from him wiping the tears away. Then, all of a sudden, he sat back and cut the bonds off of your wrists, climbing off of you.
You curled up on the ground, breathing heavily. Your hips, legs, and ribs were all still plagued by the ticklish sensations, so you patted at them to soothe them. But, while you were soothing your nerves, the simulacrum loomed over you. You flinched as he approached and looked up at him. Revenant chuckled.
“The hell are you starin’ at?” He huffed before lowering himself into a catlike stance, as if ready to pounce. “Start. Running.”
Your eyes widened and, as tired as you were, you forced yourself to get up and hurry away from him. Revenant’s optics glimmered; he always loved a good chase.
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Commission by a person who does not want to be tagged! This was a somnophilia prompt for Mirage/Reader based on a text post and kind of a companion piece to my other fic Long Distance Blues but this can be read separate as well!
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Summary: Text post said "I have this thought of like…I fall asleep cuddled up next to a guy, and in the middle of the night he wakes up and is horny as hell. So, he gently starts to move me, pulling my shorts down, softly grabbing my ass, being really careful not to wake me up. And then - he slides his cock in my pussy and doesn’t care anymore. I wake up to him gripping my hips and slamming them against his cock. And as soon as I moan, he pushes my face down into the pillow, just using me as his personal fucktoy until he cums inside of me." Except. That. But with Mirage.
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Fandom: Apex Legends
Relationship: Mirage/Reader
Warnings: R18+/NSFT, consensual somno ie Sleep Sex, fluff, Reader has a vulva but is gender neutral, otherwise you should be good nothin too scary in this fic besides Love and Affection.
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After your little video coupling with your partner, you had gotten an eager call from him the next day saying that he was packing up his dorm and would be on his flight in a few hours. The drop ships that zipped from planet to planet were rather quick, it wouldn’t be very long for him to be back to Solace, maybe by morning.
When he did make it home, you had to help him move back into your little home. Sometimes pressing kisses to where you could as you helped him put his clothing back in the closet and store away his holo-suit. Elliott was just as affectionate, but grabbier. Hands eagerly grabbing at your ass to pull you closer, kissing you in little pecks so he could murmur how much he missed you between kisses. You both had wound up giggling on each other’s mouths, your fingers twisting eagerly into his shirt and dragging him to the bed.
Reuniting always was a trip between you two. You had so much to catch up on.
~Rest under the cut~
Much like rabbits, you two go at it for hours. Taking turns on who was where, how you did it. You murmur filth and praise into his ear. How much you missed him, what a good boy he was being, how good he felt inside of you. Then it switches, to him caressing you with utmost gentleness, kissing every inch of you, murmuring how much he loves you and how much he’s missed you. How good you taste.
He’s absolutely insatiable for the next few days. He can’t get enough of you. Not that you mind, of course, Elliott is nothing but gentle when he asks and rubs at the back of his neck. He’s always so eager when he comes home, wanting to make up for lost time. Of course you have breaks, taking time to watch movies and have meals together. At some point you two are giggling in the kitchen, playfully snapping pants waistbands or poking at each other’s buttons just right to get playful swatting at each other’s asses.
You missed having him home so much. You especially missed his big, dimpled smiles and brushing his curls back from his face, feeling the scratch of his stubble when you two kiss.
It’s four days after he’s come home and you two are in bed. It’s dark in the room, the curtains pulled back to allow the moon’s light to shine in to provide enough light. You’re lying on your side, curled up with Elliott behind you, the big spoon tonight. You’d fallen asleep easy enough, tired from your days of activities and he can’t help but admire you.
The bruises on your neck from his teeth Elliott can’t help but grin a bit at, kissing one near your nape as if to apologize for it. You were only wearing a t-shirt and underwear, your t-shirt having ridden up to your abdomen where he brushes his fingers across the soft, vulnerable flesh. Taking care not to tickle you or make you squirm with too light of movements.
It’s quiet except for your soft breathing and his own. Normally that would be enough to soothe Elliott to sleep, but he can’t help it when your hips shift back into his, grinding your ass against him briefly and making his breath hitch. That, and tied to the fact he’s been absolutely insatiable ever since he came home, it’s no wonder he’s restraining himself now.
Yet...
You sigh a bit, turning your head to nuzzle back into the pillow you had your arms wrapped around. Elliott’s licks his lips, feeling his arousal spike at seeing you so soft. So quiet. So peaceful.
It’s not like it wasn’t a topic you both hadn’t discussed. Somnophilia had been, shamefully, one thing he was really interested in. Waking up to you giving him head certainly had him blowing a bit too soon, but it always had been you to wake him up in certain manners. He normally slept like a rock, easy in, hard to wake up. Which meant touching you while you slept wasn’t really something he had pondered over, considering he was always out cold by that time. But...
You definitely wouldn’t...mind, would you?
It’s far too tempting to really consider it past that. Besides, Elliott was sure he could be soft enough you’d just sleep right through it. On cue with that thought, you let out a soft snore, lulling deeper into sleep. It just seemed too perfect, and he didn’t believe in coincidences in like this to happen. And if you did mind, he’d apologize profusely and let you have your sleep and jack it off peacefully in the bathroom.
Sounded like a solid plan, Witt, he tells himself with a smile.
Elliott starts small, wrapping one arm around your abdomen and gently pulling you closer so he can grind his hips softly into your ass. His breath hitches up with the action, eye lids fluttering briefly, but he keeps them open just enough to watch your face. Just in case, after all. You don’t react much, just a soft noise of contentment. Taking this as a good sign, he begins rutting up against you gently, squishing at your soft middle gently to be able to drag his body to meet yours.
His cock strains in his sweatpants, only wearing those and his boxers due to the warmer weather outside. Elliott huffs a bit, shimmying them down to mid-thigh before readjusting beside you again. His arm goes around your hip, burying his face into the nape of your neck as he ruts his cock against you. It feels utterly filthy, making it all the more tantalizing when he rubs his bare dick against your clothed ass.
His breathing quickens when he moves his face from your neck, peeking down to see his cock drooling out pre-cum and smearing across your underwear. It’s too much to just stay like this.
Elliott swears under his breath softly with a breathed out, “Shit.” Carefully moving from you to gently pull down the blankets lower around you. His breath is uneven, reaching for his nightstand and pulling out a bottle of lube. There would be no way you’d be wet enough while you were asleep for this, though you may be relaxed enough.
Carefully, oh so carefully he sides up next to you again with three fingers covered in lube. Just as carefully he uses his free hand to wiggle your panties down around one of your ankles and hitches your leg over his hip. It makes his cock jerk up against your ass, soft and oh so inviting, but he’d save that for another time you’d be more interested and active in his play. For now, he instead runs his fingers from hole to clit to smear the lubrication over you.
You’re so warm and inviting, humming softly in your sleep as he pinches and rolls your clit briefly just to feel it already swollen and interested. Probably from your earlier escapade during the day. He smiles at the thought, remembering just how clearly you’d ridden him on the couch and then whined about being sticky and got a shower. With his cum nice and deep inside of you.
Fuck.
Seems your body wasn’t quite adjusted from earlier since two fingers slide into you easy enough. Elliott hisses under his breath, kissing at your neck and trying not to let his shaky breath get too heavy near your ear. His own hips rut up against your ass in time with his fingers, carefully scissoring them and quirking them up into you with gentle pumps. He really does try to take his time in making sure you can take him with no strain, but it just gets too hard. Especially when you start making sleepy little noises.
“Fuck,” He hisses out again. Quiet yet sounding so loud in the darkness around you two. The room feels too hot, sweat beading across his flushed chest as he pulls his fingers out of you. He uses the remaining lube and your own juices to cover the head of his dick, stroking a few times to lube himself up. The rest is wiped on his thigh, able to maneuver you juuuust so he can slide himself in. There’s hardly any restraint on your end, he slips in rather easily, able to feel your inner walls hugging him and fluttering from the intrusion.
Your leg is loose over one of his hips, able to spread your thighs enough to give him room but not enough to really move. Elliott huffs against your neck, nosing at you there as he slides his arm under your leg, pulling it up just a bit to give leverage and to slip a hand back between your thighs. Of course he never forgets about you, eagerly holding his palm over your mound and using his thumb to rub at your clit. He gets off on just the small sounds you make, soft whimpers and a soft sigh of you being a bit startled, but not quite enough to be kicked out of sleep.
Your inner walls squeeze around him when Elliott expertly thumbs at your clit, gently squeezing at the base and massaging up to the sensitive tip just to make your breath hitch higher. Hell, he’d be happy just to stay like this, with you cock warming him and twitching around him like the way you are. He’s sure you could cum from this, you had before, but just the very thought of you waking up to him fucking you is both terrifying as it is arousing.
With small, yet deep thrusts, he slowly begins to work his way up. Tucking his other arm under you to hold you securely and grabbing onto your chest to thumb at your nipple. It’s all too much for him, the soft noises you make, how you’re just so pliable in his arms- can you really blame him?
Elliott’s hips start moving quicker into you. Using your leg on top of his arm to his advantage to pull it a bit higher to angle his thrusts into you. It means he has to move his hand from your clit, grabbing at your thigh and grunting in your ear. He’s murmuring absolute filth under his breath, a habit due to your love of hearing his voice.
Of course, you wind up waking up. At first, it’s slow, just noticing how your body is moving rhythmically in a sort of swaying or bouncing motion. The pleasure slowly begins to process until your body is hit with a truck of sudden pleasure and your eyes go from shut to sleepily fluttering open. “E-Elliott?” You whimper out, your hand coming up beside your head to pat for him in the dark and finding his stubbled cheek to lightly pat at. You sharply cry out when his hips begin to fuck up into you quicker, a knot tying in your lower abdomen.
“S-sorry, sorry, I’m sorr-ry you looked so- ah- good, couldn’t- help it-” He’s trying to whimper out in your ear, caught between nibbling at your lobe and neck and trying to get out an apology. You would have laughed if he didn’t sound so desperate, poor thing. He’s still being such a good boy, whimpering behind you and fucking into you at an angle you like.
You’re still tired though.
Sleepily, you pat his cheek fondly, “Don’t worry- hngh- about it.” You pant out faintly, feeling yourself squeezing tight around him. Trying to resist your own orgasm. “Keep going, don’t stop, cum inside me, baby.” Your voice is shaky as you encourage him, feeling his hand grab your chest in a full grip and his hand squeezing your thigh harder as he fucks into you.
It’s cute the way he sobs out his ‘thank you’s again and again. Elliott buries his face into the back of your neck, having to roll you over onto your stomach and hike your hips up so he could fuck into you. You hold onto a pillow, hugging it tight as he lays his weight over your back. One of his hands comes under you, rubbing your clit in circles and begging for you to cum around him.
You feel him sob out, cumming first and filling you with his warmth. You cum soon after with his insistent, urgent rubbing followed by the feeling of being came inside of.
There’s the cool down as you feel him sink into your back, his arm now wrapped around your waist to keep your hips up so he could stay lodged inside of you. You hum fondly, turning your head to the side to blindly kiss at what you think is his jawline judging by how you can feel stubble and the tickle of his curls on your cheek. Soon you find lips with the help of him moving his head to kiss at you messily, only getting half your mouth at the strange angle and making a disappointed noise.
“Mmh- lemme roll over,” You slur out, getting him to pull out briefly so you could roll onto your back, hitching your legs around his waist and letting him eagerly sink back in. Elliott must be oversensitive, judging by the funny yet relieved face he makes sinking back into you. He wastes no time, hovering back over you and stealing soft kisses. It’s quiet except for both of your heavy breathing and the soft, wet partings between kisses. Peaceful even.
“God, I missed you.” He finally murmurs on your mouth, heated and hot if it weren’t for the fact he’s crushing you. You respond with an overdramatic groan underneath him as if he’s crushed all the air out of you. That only makes Elliott grin, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “Aw, didn’t you miss me, babe?”
You laugh, strained and begin pushing on his shoulders to get him to get up. It’s with his own dramatic whine that he sits up. Still hip to hip with you but now mostly on his knees and off your chest.
He cries out when you pinch his side, only for his eyes to light up dangerously, hands at the ready before you shout, “Elliott Witt you are NOT tickling me when your DICK is inside of me!!!”
It’s worth him falling back on top of you to crush the air out of you once more.
But only because he’s so cute when he’s laughing.
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Cryptane Headcanons part 2: Electric Boogaloo
Crypto once tried Octanes stim and had the worse crash of his life where he slept through 3 days straight
*Octane sitting beside him as he awakes* "Hey you, you're finally awake"
*Crypto having an absolute stroke as he wakes up* "What fucking year is it"
Crypto can actually sing quite well though he's only done it once and it was only for Octane (if you want ref I hc that he sounds like joji when he sings)
Octane once tried to teach Crypto to dance 'Payaso del Rodeo'...crypto didn't have a good time trying to keep up
They play fireboy and watergirl :]
There is an apex legends minecraft server and they are the biggest griefers
Octane sometimes likes to steal Cryptos jackets, sweaters, shirts you name it-he likes how big they are on him
And how he can go around slapping people with the huge sleeves
In turn sometimes Octane lends Crypto a pair of his goggles if he works too long and his eyes need some buffer from the screen time, and Crypto likes to have a piece of Tavi with him
He looks like an even bigger nerd with them on so he only wears them in his room, though given how small and snug they can be they leave marks on him sometimes
"Party rockers in the house tonight"
*Crypto unironically* "it's party rock is"
Octanes midriff is actually really sensitive to sensations like tickling so he's on high alert when he knows he's pissed off Crypto cause that's where he always attacks
Crypto is a huge lightweight when it comes to drinks and Octane likes to tease him about it
*Octane res-ing crypto in a match* "Woah, are we about to kiss right now?"
"Babe I'm literally bleeding out-"
Okay stopping here cause I should actually work on my lengthier cryptane fic I have planned
And maybe I'll even put a sneak peak here?
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Hi again ^~^ I asked for a Seer x reader thing and I jsut came up with a better idea, hopefully soemthing that will help you write. What if Seer is trying to use the reader as a canvas or soemthing similar? <3
Funny Bones
A/N: I hope this is to your liking! I made this story Halloween themed 'cause I kinda have the spooky season on the brain. Let me know what you think!
With Halloween approaching, you are exploring ideas for costumes, and settle on being a neon skeleton. You ask Seer to help you with the body paint. He is happy to oblige and promises to do his best work for you. You just didn’t know that those paint brushes would tickle so much…
“(Y/N), biko. You must try to hold still…”
Obi instructed with a small chuckle. The crisp autumn air spilled into his apartment room and danced around the two of you. Even though it didn’t have an official smell, Halloween was in the air, and you couldn’t wait to show off your costume. You’d settled on being a skeleton and were going to use neon, blacklight reactive paint to achieve your look. There was only one problem…
Paint brushes tickled. And they tickled a lot.
You looked up at Obi with a wide grin as he lowered the paint brush towards your neck. So far, all he’d completed was the face make up. “I’m tryhyhying,” you snickered. “Buhut it rehehehally tihihickles.”
“I know, my friend.” Obi chuckled. “Be strong. We have uncovered a small glimpse of the masterpiece that is just waiting to be unveiled.”
You took a breath. Obi did not resume painting yet, waiting for your permission to keep going. After another brief moment, you closed your eyes and nodded. “Okay, okay. I’m ready.”
Obi nodded. You tilted your head back to give him access. And, the second the tip of the paintbrush grazed your neck, you squealed. You fought the urge to bring your head back down. Obi, with his free hand, gently held the back of your head, more so to steady himself. It wouldn’t be enough if you decided to bring your head down anyway.
“Be still,” Obi gently reminded, outlining the small rectangles along the front of your neck. You snorted.
“Huhuhrryyy…” You whined. The giggles spilled from your lips as Obi moved down, stopping just above your collarbone. You sighed with relief. “Ahahare—are yohuhu dohohne?”
“Not quite, that was only the outline,” Obi answered, shaking his head. He cleaned off the brush he was using and dipped it into a fresh coat of bright blue paint. “Now, I must go back and paint the inside of these boxes.”
You groaned and dramatically fell back against the cushioned table. Obi chuckled at your theatrics.
“Would you like me to stop?” Obi went on, putting the paint brush back where he got it from. “If you are uncomfortable, we do not have to continue.”
“No, no. It’s okay.” You dismissively waved your hand and smiled at him. “I’ll survive. I really wanna see how this turns out.”
Obi returned your smile. “As you wish, my friend.” He then motioned for you to sit up, and you complied. He picked up his paint brush again, sat down in front of you, and leaned towards you. “Biko, tilt your head up.”
Again, you complied. You felt him move closer to you and, although you tried not to, a wobbly grin etched its way onto your face. Seer could hear your heart rate increase. Before he could touch you, you started giggling again out of anticipation.
“W-Wahahit, wait—”
“I have not touched you yet, (Y/N).” Obi chuckled.
“I knohow, sorry. I got a bit nehervous..” You admitted, blushing.
Obi smiled and put his free hand on your shoulder. “There is no need to apologize. Would it help if I counted down before I start painting?”
You wordlessly nodded. Obi re-dipped the brush back into the paint and leaned towards your neck.
“One,” he began.
“Two,”
Your breath hitched and you bit your lip. You pinched your eyes shut and waited for the inevitable.
“Three.”
With that, Obi began filling in the rectangles he painted. He moved the paintbrush in short, downwards strokes at a steady pace. A shiver ran up your spine as you giggled and drummed your feet against the floor.
“Pfftt, Ohohohohbiii!” You snickered and grabbed onto a nearby pillow. You squeezed it, trying to alleviate the ticklish feeling, but it didn’t help. It was getting harder and harder for you not to move your head, but boy were you trying not to. Obi gently shushed you.
“I am almost finished,” he replied, continuing the pace that he was working at. The artist was also doing his best to maintain his neutral, professional stance as he worked. But, your giggles and squeaks were also making it difficult for him not to smile. He stroked the paint brush at the spot just above your collarbone, and you snorted.
“Ahahaha! Ohohohobihi, ihihihit tihihickles!” You laughed. Embarrassed by the snorts, you brought a hand up to your face to muffle them. It worked, sort of, but Obi was close enough to hear them perfectly fine. Just before you brought your head down, the artist finally withdrew his hand.
“Okay, okay. All finished.” Obi grinned and dropped his paint brush into a jar of water. You continued to giggle and had a death grip on your pillow.
“Ahaha…ohoho my gohohsh,” You tittered and opened your eyes. You could still feel the ticklish sensations in your neck, but you didn’t rub at it. You didn’t want to ruin Obi’s hard work. “Dohohes it— does it look good?”
“Yes, the color looks marvelous against your skin.” Obi assured. He stood up to grab you a mirror and a small blacklight. Then, he returned to you, handing them both to you. “Here, take a look for yourself.”
You took the mirror and looked at Obi’s work. The color complimented your skin tone nicely and glowed a bright neon purple under the blacklight. You grinned.
“Whoa, this looks awesome, Obi! I’m literally glowing.” You beamed, earning a chuckle from the artist.
“Agreed, and just imagine how beautiful you will look once the work is completed.” Seer smiled. “No matter what room you set foot into, all eyes will be on you. I will make sure of it.”
“Sweet!” You cheered and handed the mirror and light back to him. Obi took it and put it on a nearby table.
“Now, I must complete your torso next. Lay back against the table, please.”
You paled; your torso was way more ticklish than your neck. You did as he asked, but those butterflies in your stomach crept up on you. You were wearing a skeleton themed crop top and shorts, which left your torso and legs exposed. Obi scooted his chair by your side. He noticed the nervous, giddy look on your face, and he gave you a warm smile.
“Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded, but your eyes kept watching him clean and recoat the paint brushes. That fluttery feeling in your stomach got stronger if you watched, so you closed your eyes again. Once Seer was ready, he hovered over you, aiming for your ribs.
“Yeah, yeah. Go aheahahahd-” You gasped aloud when Obi swept the brush lengthwise on your rib cage. This time, you couldn’t help but jerk in the opposite direction, a loud laugh escaping you. “AHAHAHA! I’m sohohohohrry!”
“No wahala, it is fine. I can fix it,” Obi answered, taking a towel with his free hand to wipe the messed up line. Then, he moved to start again, but you instinctively leaned away, grinning. Obi chuckled and carefully moved his hand under you, turning you back towards him. “Come here, I cannot reach you over there.”
You giggled, only to laugh again when he resumed painting your ribs. He stroked between your ribs at a slow pace and took his time to create straight lines. You squirmed again and made him mess up the lines. Obi sighed softly and gave you a look. He wasn’t angry or annoyed in the slightest, and the look he gave you actually made you giggle more.
“(Y/N), if you are unable to hold still, I will have to hold you in place until the work is completed.” He warned in a light tone. He recoated the brush in a fresh coat of paint and hovered back over your ribs. You looked up at him with wide eyes and shook your head, grinning widely.
“No, no! I’ll hold still, I promise.” You quickly answered. You knew that Obi always said what he meant, but in all honesty, you were having fun. You didn’t always get to see him in a more casual, playful setting.
The artist smirked. “Hm, we will see.” he chuckled. He went back to shading your ribs. He swept the brush back and forth and made sure the coat was even. Then, he went to the next rib, smiling again at your snorts and squeals. “Hmhm, almost there.”
You caught a glimpse of Obi smiling and you blushed brightly. “Hehehehey! It’s nohohohot fuhuhuhnny!” You squealed. You dug your nails into the sides of the table, giggling louder as he ventured further down your rib cage. Obi shook his head.
“No, you are mistaken, my friend. I am just enjoying the sound of your laughter.” Obi replied. He reached your lowermost ribs again and noticed your laughter deepen. He paused, waiting for your laughs to calm down a bit before he returned to the spot. “It is quite melodious. Such a beautiful range of sounds.”
Your blush spread further across your cheeks. “Thahahahahnk yOHUHUHUHU!” You suddenly shrieked as those bristles gently scratched against your lowermost rib. Again, you jerked to the side, laughing loudly. Then, Obi used one hand to put you back into your reclined position, holding your waist down so that you couldn’t squirm away. Your eyes widened. “Nonono, wahahahait! Obi! I cahahahahn dohohoho it!”
“I apologize, (Y/N). But I do not have a choice,” he answered. While holding you still, he was able to complete the work on your ribs. So, he began on your abdomen, painting shapes to outline your spine. “I promise, I will work as quickly as possible.”
“NAhahaha! NOHOHOHO!” You squirmed in Obi’s hold, but you didn’t go anywhere. This time, he moved the brush horizontally, only stopping to get more paint onto his brush. No matter which way you squirmed, the ticklish feeling followed you. You flailed your arms like crazy. “STAHAHA OOHOHOHOBIHI!”
“Not yet. Just a moment more.” Although he was tickling you, Seer wasn’t inattentive. He paid close attention to your laughter’s volume and your overall body language to make sure you weren’t in any true distress. And, all he noticed was that you were pretty sensitive. He ended the painting just a hair above your navel. You squealed and then fell back against the table, still giggling. “Hmm…”
You peeked up at Obi, having to take a breath between your giggles. “Whahahaht ihihis ihihit?” you asked. You had to resist the urge again to not rub your torso. Obi nodded towards your torso.
“I could have made these lines a bit straighter. Here, allow me to correct it.” Instead of using the brush again, Obi took his finger and swept above where he worked. His finger claws grazed your tummy and you snorted.
“Wahahait! Yohuhur clahahahws tihihickle!” You protested. You lurched forward and latched onto his wrist, but he continued. “Ohohohohbi yohuhur clahahahahahws!”
Obi stopped, chuckling. “My mistake, I sometimes forget that I am wearing them.” He looked over the work that he completed and nodded. “However, I am satisfied with how the lines look now.”
You breathed through your nose and looked down at your torso. Since you were on your back, and Obi had an arm holding your waist down, you couldn’t see much. But, you trusted his judgment.
“Now, I just need to complete your hips, legs, and perhaps your hands.”
All tickle spots. When he brought the brush to your hip bone, you covered it with your hand. He gave you another look, and you grinned at him.
“(Y/N), move your hand, please.” Seer said, smirking. He would’ve moved your hand himself, but he was already holding your waist still and trying to paint at the same time. You playfully shook your head.
“Pfft, no…” You retorted, grinning wider at him. There was a beat, and suddenly, Obi took the handle of the brush and gently poked your side. There wasn’t any paint there, so he didn’t mess up his previous work. You jumped and moved your hand to cover where he poked, which freed up your hip.
“Thank you.” Seer resumed painting your hip, outlining the bone. You tried to buck, but he still had a firm, yet gentle hold on your waist. Your laughter filled the room again as you grabbed onto his wrists.
“Youhuhuhu dihihid thahaht on puhuhuhurpose!” You yelped, earning another grin from the artist.
“I was only trying to move your hand from the area where I wished to paint.” He corrected. “It worked.”
You playfully narrowed your eyes; two could play at that game! Since you weren’t gaining any leverage on Obi’s wrists, you decided to drop your hand and squeeze his side. Obi froze and looked at you. You did it again. But, as much as you squeezed and poked, he didn’t flinch or crack a smile. Obi tutted.
“A brave effort, but ineffective, I’m afraid.”
Now, while painting, Seer made more deliberate attempts to tickle you. He was able to complete your left hip and started on the right. While you struggled and laughed, he added fuel to the fire by occasionally stopping to flutter his fingers against your side, under your chin, or even at the top of your knee. His touch was light, delicate even, and after just a few more minutes of the light tickles, you called uncle.
“Okahahahy! Okay! I’m sohohohohrry!” You pleaded. “I wohohon’t tihickle you again!”
Obi snickered and stopped. While you were mainly distracted by his tickles, he was able to finish your hips. “I am not angry, (Y/N). Of course you are forgiven.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. Seer released your waist to begin painting a skeletal pattern on your legs. This wasn’t as ticklish as painting your upper body, so besides the occasional giggle or squeak. You were able to relax. That is, if Obi didn’t sneak a poke or scribble across your knees.
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Part 2 to Hunted (Rev/Reader fic)
I've been listening to this song called, "Runrunrun" by Dutch Melrose on and off, and it's made me want to write a part 2 to the Hunted fic I wrote a few months ago. The general premise is that while Revenant is still in pursuit of the reader, the reader runs into another Legend who helps them escape. Revenant finds this Legend and demands to know where the reader went. And, when he doesn't get a straight answer, he tickles them until they spill the beans.
I, um, just don't know which Legend to choose for that. I've narrowed it down to a few, so if you all could help me choose, I'd really appreciate it.
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would you mind writing a fic with ler!horizon x reader? maybe the reader thinks it was their fault for their team not winning in the final standing of the games and is upset about it, so horizon cheers them up? any scenario is fine though, just a prompt i thought of haha. have a great rest of your weekend! <3
Lifting Your Spirits
You believe you let Horizon down in your last match, and you haven’t been able to forgive yourself. Horizon seeks you out to comfort you and put a smile back on your face.
“Oh, fret not, darlin’. It wasnae your fault.”
Horizon whispered to you in a low, soothing voice while she rubbed your back. The two of you were in your room, and you were underneath a mound of blankets. Your back faced Horizon, and you stared out of your window with empty eyes. You weren’t sure how long you’d been laying there but, judging from the sunset, you knew it had been at least two hours. Earlier in the day, you were participating in the Games, and your squad didn’t even make it to the top ten. But, that’s not what was bothering you. It wasn’t the first time you lost, and you’d learned how to roll with the punches. There was one scene that kept replaying in your mind, no matter how much you tried to ignore it. In fact, ignoring it made it worse. You pinched your eyes shut as you mulled it over again, fighting back a fresh wave of tears…
The match had started out easy enough. It was a duos game, and you were paired up with Horizon. Dr. Somers was a gentle and nurturing soul outside the games; but, inside the arena, you’ve never seen anyone so determined.
Then again, if you were fighting for your family, you’d fight hard, too. That determination was infectious; so, as you went up against each enemy squad, you stuck close to her side. No one was going to keep her from seeing Newton again. Not on your watch.
That was the plan, anyway. And, things don’t always go as planned…
The goal was to maintain the high ground at the Grow Towers in Olympus. From that vantage point, you and Dr. Somers were able to pick off any exposed squads. Your aim was steadily improving in sniper class weapons, and it showed. Although Mirage popped his ultimate in front of you, you focused on what you believed to be the actual one, and fired.
There was the sound of glass breaking, and then all that remained was Elliott’s deathbox. A clean headshot.
“Heh, not this time, Elliott.” you murmured under your breath, smirking. Horizon stopped what she was doing and gently patted your shoulder. You looked up to see her smiling.
“Good kill, darlin’! I see someone’s been practicing.”
“Of course! Someone has to keep that ego in check,” you answered, grinning. “After all, what are friends for?”
“I dinnae think he’d agree,” Dr. Somers chuckled, gesturing to his deathbox. “Alright, go collect your winnings. Newtie and I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”
You climbed off your perch to do just that. You knew Elliott would be stewing in getting wrecked, and you were feeling super confident. So, instead of just looting and leaving, you decided to show off. You threw down your holo-spray on top of his box, and blew a kiss to the camera. Even if he didn’t see it now, you hoped that he’d watch the match replay. After all, there was a high chance he’d call the whole thing a fluke, maybe say the sun was in his eye. You wanted to make it clear to anyone watching that there was no fluke here: you bested Elliott ‘Mirage’ Witt in a fight.
But, you’d picked a poor time to celebrate your victory. The commotion attracted enemy squads to your location and, before you knew it, bullets were flying in your direction. You yelped and, abandoning the box, you made a mad dash towards the ledge. “Dr. Somers!” you called, frantically waving your arm. “I need a boost!”
True to her word, Horizon returned the enemy fire to take some of the heat off of you. Then, she tossed a gravity lift to you and pinged it. “Here, love—”
But then, all of a sudden, there was a loud bang. Horizon cried out and collapsed to the floor, her gravity lift skidding across the ground.
Your heart sank to your stomach. You broke out into a run, moving as fast as your feet would take you to the previous position. “No, no, no…” you kept on repeating, gripping your weapon tight as you rounded the corner. By the time you got up there, you saw her attacker: Ash.
Ash had used a phase tear to reach you and Horizon’s perch, so she was able to sneak up on her. She’d downed Horizon with a Kraber, and was in the middle of her finisher. You drew your gun without hesitation and fired.
“Leave her alone!” You yelled. It looked like Ash was alone, that is, until her teammate dropped in on you. Revenant used his passive to climb up on the walls, laying in wait like a tiger in the grass. Then, when you showed up, he dropped in and shot at you with his wingman. Your shields and health fell faster than his; then, instead of just downing you, he charged at you full force. You screamed as you hit the ground, and he kicked your gun far out of reach. Then, chuckling, he hoisted you up with one hand, shoving you against the wall.
“Ah, ah, ah…” He hummed, tightening his grip as you struggled. “Doc was first in line. You’ll get your turn.”
“No, you can’t—”
“Shh,” Revenant cut you off by using his free hand to seize your throat. He squeezed hard enough to keep you from talking, but not hard enough to outright kill you. You gasped and clawed at his hand, trying to pry him off. He lowered you to the ground, so you could see Ash and Horizon.
“You’ll miss the best part.”
….
By now, you were crying, and the tears fell freely down your cheeks.
“It was my fault,” you answered, your voice broken up from your cries. “You got hurt, all because of me.”
“No, love, we were ambushed.” Horizon answered gently, frowning. She climbed over the blankets and knelt in front of you. She took your face into her hands, brushing tears away with her thumbs. “And that’s something that can happen to anyone in the Games. Even so, I know how hard you tried, and I’m proud of you for that.”
You didn’t respond, just crying quietly into her hands. Everyone had their reasons for participating in the games; some fought for fame, others for fun. But Horizon fought for her family. So, in your mind, your mistake put that much more distance between them. “But,” you hiccuped, “if something bad happened to you—”
“Aye, that’s a risk that comes with the territory, I’m afraid,” Horizon sighed. “ But dinnae worry, Dr. Reid’s been tryin’ to kill me for quite some time now. If she hasn’t succeeded by now, well…her superiority has seen better days.”
You nodded, but you still felt guilty. Horizon let go of your face and squeezed your shoulder.
“Remember,” Dr. Somers went on. “No matter what happens, whether we win the game or we’re among the first eliminated, I cannae ask for a better colleague by my side. You fight with everything you have, and that’s all I could ever ask for.”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Thanks,” you responded, wiping away what was left of your tears. Horizon smiled.
“It’s no problem at all, darlin’.” She answered warmly. She took a glance out your window. Now, it was dark outside. “Well, it looks like it will be a clear night tonight. Care to join me for a wee bit of stargazing? The fresh air may do you good.”
You followed her gaze. If anyone else had asked you to do anything tonight, you wouldn’t hesitate to decline. But, Horizon had a warm and comforting presence, and you didn’t mind her company. “Okay, sure.”
Horizon smiled. “Great, I’ll brew us up some tea. Just remember to bring a jacket, it may be cold.”
It was a clear night indeed, and the sky was covered in a blanket of stars. Horizon was gushing about the various constellations, but you had trouble seeing them.
“Where?” You asked for the umteenth time, squinting your eyes as if it’d help you see better. Horizon giggled and turned your head in the right direction.
“There, dear. That’s Orion and his belt, if you follow the line of stars going there, and there.” Mary answered. Her other hand was on your shoulder, idly tracing the pattern against your skin. You shivered, and your shoulders stiffened.
“Hehey,” you giggled, leaning away from her hand. “That tickles.”
Mary stopped, keeping her hand still. “Oops, sorry, love.” There was a beat, and then she gave you a small smile. “Though, it was nice to see you smile for a bit.”
You nodded, not giving what she said much thought. You returned your attention to the stars, and she followed suit.
“Let’s see now, next we have Orion’s belt, there.” Dr. Somers explained, pointing to the sky. “And, if you put a straight line through it and travel south, you’ll come to Sirius…”
You felt her tracing against your skin again while she spoke. Though, this time, she ended her statement with a deliberate tap at the side of your neck. You flinched.
“Dr. Somers!” You yelped, raising your shoulders. “You did that on purpose.”
“I’m sorry, you just look so glum.” Horizon gently swiped her fingertips against the back of your rib cage. You folded like a lawn chair, and wrapped your arms protectively around your torso. “I’m only trying to get you to smile.”
“Ah, it’s okay. You don’t have to,” You tittered, instinctively leaning out of her reach. Horizon chuckled and propped herself up onto her knees.
“Well, I’d like to. After all, what else are friends for?” She echoed, now grinning brightly.
Your eyes widened with realization, and you backed up even further. Horizon followed after you.
“Come here, darlin’.” She extended her arms out towards you, and her fingers wiggled. You shook your head, grinning.
“...N-Noho,” You snickered. Your eyes darted between her hands and the area around you, searching for an escape route. Suddenly, Dr. Somers lunged forward and wrapped her arms around you. You squealed and raised your hands defensively. Although she hadn’t started tickling, you were giggling up a storm. “Nohoho, dohohn’t!”
“What ever is the matter, (Y/N)?” Horizon giggled. She wasn’t holding onto too tightly, so you could’ve pulled away. But, you were giggling too hard to notice. “I haven’t done anything. What’s so funny?”
“Dohohn’t do it, plehehease,” you pleaded. You grabbed her wrists and, much to your surprise, Dr. Somers scooped your hands into hers. She fluttered her fingertips against your palms. You didn’t expect it to tickle, but it did, and it made you giggle louder. “Nahaha dohohn’t!”
“Don’t what, love?” She asked, giggling along with you. After a few more scritches along your palms, she wrenched her hands free, and went for your sides. She poked at them, finding a new spot to poke at whenever your arm blocked her. Eventually, it was hard to keep up with her, and you were squirming around in her arms, squealing and giggling.
“Tihihickle mehehehe!”
You said it before you could process it. Horizon smirked and gave a quick scribble across your stomach, making you let out a sudden shout of laughter. You threw your arms around yourself for protection, but she always seemed to find ticklish spots that weren’t covered.
“Well, I’m trying! But you’re makin’ it a wee bit difficult,” She teased. She returned to your sides and squeezed them. You doubled over, keeping your arms wound tight around your torso. Dr. Somers guided you to the ground so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.
“Nahahahat whahaht I meahahahnt!” You cried out. You gave up on trying to block access with your arms, and batted at her hands instead. “Dohohohon’t tihihihckle mehehee!”
Horizon laughed. “But you just asked me to!” she argued. For the most part, she was still able to tickle you, even if she had to pause to shake off your hands. She went higher, tickling the spaces between your ribs. She alternated between poking and gentle scratches, and you yelped.
“I dihihdn’t!”
“You did! C’mon dear, I’m just trying to cheer you up!” She swiped her fingers along the length of your rib cage, up and down, until her hands came just shy of your armpits. You clamped your arms down, and your giggles spiked up to laughter.
“I’m nahahaht sahahahad! Plehehehase,” You held your arms flat against your sides, so Mary couldn’t reach your armpits. So, she went for your neck, burrowing her fingertips into the space between your neck and shoulder. You scrunched up your shoulders and trapped her hand, but it didn’t stop her from tickling. “I’m okahahahahahy!”
Horizon stopped tickling. She pulled her hand free, waiting for your laughter to calm down. “Are you sure?” She asked with genuine concern. She tenderly stroked your cheek with her thumb. “Because I don’t want you thinking that you’re anything less than a wonderful friend to me.”
You nodded. You felt a brief pang of guilt again as you recalled what happened, but you shook it away, and met Mary’s eyes. “Yes,” you answered, nodding some more. “I’m sure.”
Mary looked at you for a moment and, although she didn’t say it, she wasn’t convinced. She knew a sad look when she saw one. But, instead of calling you out, she gave you a smile. “I’m happy to hear it, darlin’. But, just to be doubly sure…”
You gave her a confused look. It seemed like she was about to let you up, but Horizon had other ideas. Her smile brightened as she wiggled her fingers at you again. You gasped.
“Wait!” You yelled. You immediately dropped your hands back over your torso, giggling nervously. “Wahahait! I’m okay, Dr. Somers! I feel a lohoht better!”
“Oh, I believe you, (Y/N). But, you know what we scientists say,” She hummed, holding her hands just a few inches away from your torso. “If at first you succeed, best replicate your work and do it again.”
You’re not sure what came over you but, before she could tickle you again, you reacted first. Your hands shot forward and ended up on her sides. Dr. Somers faltered and moved to stop you, but it was too late. You tickled her the same way she tickled you; a light touch, with fast wiggling fingers that were almost impossible to keep up with. Horizon dissolved into giggles almost immediately.
“Whoahaha! Nohoho dehaharie!” She tried to catch your hands, but you stayed ahead of her, suddenly sticking your hands underneath her arms. Mary squealed and brought her arms down. She laughed for a good three minutes before saying, “I wahahas ohohnly tryin’ to hehehlp youhuhu!”
“You did help me, Dr. Somers!” You grinned, using your thumbs to prod into her armpits. Horizon keeled over, and you took the opportunity to kneel over her legs. “But now, it’s your turn to laugh.”
And she did. You weren’t sure if she was that ticklish, or just completely caught off guard, but it didn’t take much for you to get her laughing. You were still tickling her armpits and moved your fingers in a spider-like motion, scritching over every patch of ticklish skin. Dr. Somers was holding onto your wrists, but not tight enough to deter you. You used your thumbs again to scratch circles into her armpits, making her toss her head back with louder laughter.
“(Y/N) NOHOAHAHAHA!” Mary yelled. She squeezed her arms against her sides as you tickled faster. You chuckled and pulled your hands free, squeezing down to her rib cage. Dr. Somers inadvertently snorted, and her squirming turned much more frantic. “PLEHEHEHASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
“Where, doctor?” You feigned innocence and gently squeezed at each rib. Horizon’s grip on your wrists tightened, and her legs drummed against the floor.
“THEHEHRE—AH!”
You skittered your nails at her centermost ribs, making her yelp again. She fell back into her laughing fit as you repeated the motion, throwing in a squeeze now and again to keep her guessing.
“There? C’mon, doc, you’re a scientist.” You teased, having to speak up over her laughter. “I know you can be more specific than that!”
But, as fun as this was, and despite Horizon loving to see you in a better mood, it was time for her to flip the script. Literally.
Since she was still holding onto your wrists, and your attention was fixed on tickling her, Mary had an escape route. When you decided to switch spots, targeting her stomach, she curled into a ball. She pulled you along with her as she moved, and you were thrown off balance. Mary used the momentum to drag you to the ground with her, and was quick to squeeze at your hips and waist.
You screamed, arms and legs flailing, and Horizon trapped you further in her arms. You tried to grab her hands, but she jumped to a different spot, lightly clawing at your belly.
“NONOAHAHA! SOHOHRRYSOHORRYSORRY!” You yelled. You wriggled to and fro in her arms, trying to flee, but Dr. Somers kept you right where you were.
“Aw, there’s no need for that love! I’m not cross with you,” Horizon slowed the tickling down, so that her fingertips barely stroked over your belly. You giggled desperately, finally able to grab her hands. Dr. Somers grinned, allowing it, only to pull away seconds later and reach under your arms. By the time you brought your arms down, she was already scritching away at the hollows. “But I’m still gonna getcha back!”
You held your arms tight against your body, rocking side to side. “Okahahahahy!” you yelped. “You gohohohoht mehehehehe!”
Horizon chuckled. She pulled one of her hands out of your armpits and prodded down your rib cage, making you jolt. She poked more deliberately at your tummy, and laughed along with you as you snorted. “Your laugh is so cute, (Y/N).”
Your cheeks flushed, and you weakly batted at her hand, still giggling your head off. Dr. Somers could tell you were getting tired. So, after pulling her hand away one more time, she scribbled all over your torso, moving at a speed that would make Octane jealous. Your frantic giggling turned into loud laughter, and you bucked your hips.
“DR. SOHOHOHOHMERS!” You cried out, folding again as she lightly jabbed into your midsection. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”
Seconds later, Horizon stopped, and she squeezed you affectionately. “Alright, alright, I’m finished. I suppose that was enough revenge for one day.” She giggled. You slumped back against her, breathing deeply. She peeked down at you after a few minutes of silence. “How’re you feeling, darlin?”
You looked up at her, and the smile you gave her was brighter than any star she’d seen. “Much better, Dr. Somers. Thank you.”
A/N: I apologize for the long wait, but I really hope you liked the story!
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Who’s Laughing Now?
A/N: As promised, this story is a follow up to the matchup ask I answered yesterday. Again, I couldn’t decide between Fuse or Mirage, so I decided to post both stories. Maybe you’ll like this one better? I dunno, but either way, I hope you enjoyed one or the other!
Now that you’ve gotten more comfortable around the Legends, they’re not sure who’s more of a jokester: you, or Mirage. Both of you love one-upping each other with your jokes, so a competition was bound to happen. Mirage was on the road to victory until Rampart outed him for being ticklish, but Elliott isn’t going down without a fight!
A couple of months passed since you joined the Apex Games, and a lot has happened since then. For starters, you’ve gone from staying in your bubble to mingling with two other Legends: Mirage and, through him, Rampart. Any time a new Legend joined the Games, Elliott took it upon himself to introduce himself to them. He saw himself as the heart and soul of the games, so who wouldn’t want him as their new best friend? He was also friends with the majority of the other Legends, save for an angry robot or two, and he made sure you got a chance to talk with anyone you wanted. After all, what were new best friends for?
You came to realize that Elliott wore his Holographic Trickster moniker to a T. If he wasn’t trying to bamboozle someone with his decoys, he was telling jokes to anyone within earshot. Some Legends thought he was funny, others…not so much. The last time he told Wraith a joke, she rolled her eyes so hard, you swore that they’d get stuck like that.
But telling corny jokes was second nature to you, and something that helped your friendship with Elliott flourish. So here you were, in Paradise Lounge, with a cold soda in hand and a big grin on your face.
“Hey, hey Ramya…”
At first, since you were so shy, Rampart loved to pick on you. But now, you had her convinced that you were the first test subject of human cloning. Maybe you didn’t look like Mirage, but the personalities were pretty identical. She took a long swig of her drink; she knew by that silly grin on your face, she had to brace herself.
“Mate, this’ll be a waste of a bloody good pint if ya say something stupid.” She warned. You grinned some more; there wasn’t any real malice in her voice, but you had your legs turned towards the side of the chair in case she made good on her promise. You were already giggling, so you had to take a breath to calm your laughter.
“You’ve heard people say ‘money doesn’t grow on trees’, right?”
Ramya leered at you, but didn’t move to chuck her drink at you…yet. “Uh huh…”
You snorted. “Well, I hate to tell you, but they’ve got it all wrong. Wanna know why?”
“Ugh, get on with it, (Y/N).”
“...Because all banks have branches.”
Rampart buried her face into her hands and groaned. You, on the other hand, almost fell out of your chair laughing.
“That was your worst one yet.” Ramya complained. She’d never admit it, but the joke wasn’t that bad. But, the last thing she was going to do was encourage your nonsense.
“No it wasn’t! It was funny.” You argued, your eyes tearing up from how hard you were laughing. “It’s okay if it didn’t make any cents to you!”
You heard Ramya’s chair skid against the floor, indicating she’d gotten up. You yelped and tumbled out of your chair, taking your soda with you. “No, no, no! I’m done, I’m done!”
“You sure are,” she agreed, marching up to you and grabbing the soda bottle. “No more of these for you. If Elliott ain’t gonna cut you off, I will.”
“What?” You spat, fighting against her grip. “It’s soda!”
“I don’t care what it is! You don’t need any more sugar!” She yelled back, trying harder to wrench the bottle out of your hands. The commotion finally brought Mirage to the front of the bar. He wasn’t really that far away from you two, and every good bartender could hear arguing from miles away.
“Sounds like someone needs a better sense of humor, huh Ramya?” Elliott chuckled. He put a new bottle of soda where you were sitting and winked at you. You smiled and let Ramya take the bottle you had, hurrying back to your barstool. Ramya scoffed. She threw the soda away and headed back to her own seat. She didn’t have to pass by you to get there, but she did…and you screamed bloody murder when you felt a cold finger poke the back of your neck.
“Like hell,” Ramya countered. “If you’re going to tell a joke, you best make it a bloody good one. The ones you and (Y/N) tell are straight crap.”
You put your hand over your heart, pretending to be offended. Mirage snickered.
“Aw, don’t be like that! (Y/N)’s learned from the best.” Elliott’s smile widened as he leaned across the counter, nodding to you. “I don’t wanna brag, being the humble guy that I am, but they’ve come so far after watching me. Almost brings a tear to the eye…”
Your smile faded. “Elliott,” you said. “I’ve been telling jokes way before I met you. If anything, it’s you who learned from me.”
That wasn’t what Elliott wanted to hear, and it kicked off an argument. Rampart watched the two of you with amusement. She helped herself to another pint while you threw petty insults at each other. Then she put her hand up, silencing you both.
“Alright, alright, before you plonkers say something you mean…” She drank half of her pint, smirking. “Let’s make this interestin’, yeah? Witt, try to make (Y/N) laugh. (Y/N), same thing. First one to crack loses.”
You and Mirage looked at each other. Then he grinned widely.
“That’s a good idea, actually. You know, if you’re not scared or anything, (Y/N)...” Elliott drawled, coming around his bar to sit beside you. “I’ve been doing this for a long, long time. I’d hate to disade--dis--scare you off, before you even get started!”
“Save it, Elliott.” You leaned towards him, your eyes bright with determination. “I know you like to make speeches for everything. I can’t wait to hear the one to make when you lose~.”
“Hang on.” Ramya went behind the bar, popping back up with two water bottles. She put one down in front of you and Elliott, chuckling. “Gotta make this more fun to watch somehow. Drink some of this while you listen to the jokes. Loser’s gonna have a real fun time sloshin’ their way outta here.”
Mirage faltered; the jacket he was wearing wasn’t waterproof. But he had a reputation and a crown on the line, and he could always get a new jacket. He popped the cap off the bottle and nodded to you.
“You first, buddy. Hit me with your best shot.” He paused right before he could sip the water. He smirked. “Try to make it something I haven’t heard before.”
You had plenty of jokes in your repertoire, but besides the occasional lip twitch, Elliott didn’t crack. Even with his cheeks full of water, he still managed to keep a smug impression. After one more joke, you threw up your hands.
“Ugh, fine! Your turn.”
Mirage swallowed his water to tell some jokes of his own. And, you’d never admit it, but his were really funny. You pursed your lips tighter together, determined not to break. Ramya had fun watching you two for about ten minutes…but then she got bored. When you and Elliott switched again, she got up and positioned herself behind Elliott. The time for jokes was over, she thought. It was time to speed up the process.
“Yo, (Y/N). Did you know that Elliott is ticklish?”
Elliott’s eyes widened and, feeling Ramya’s hands ghost over his sides, flew off of the barstool. He accidentally knocked it over in the process, and she came at him again, this time aiming for his ribs. He coughed, bringing his arms against his sides to stop her. He shook his head the whole time, grunting what you could only assume was him saying no. That didn’t stop you from climbing off of your barstool and approaching them. You looked Elliott dead in the eye and tauntingly wiggled your fingers. The trickster paled; he could take on Rampart with no problem, but two against one? That wasn’t fair!
Elliott could’ve used his ultimate to escape, but that meant freeing up his hands to activate it. And he was too preoccupied with keeping Ramya’s tickling hands at bay. He caught her wrists and held them away from him, giving you the opportunity to get closer and closer. His muffled protests grew louder, and he decided to use Ramya as a human shield. She laughed and squirmed in his hold, making it that much harder for him to hold her…and much easier for you to jab a finger into his ribs.
The trickster jumped and, despite his best efforts, laughed. Both you and Ramya barely had enough time to avoid the stream of water that followed.
“Youhuhu cheheheater!” Elliott whined. Ramya wrenched her hand free and jabbed him in the side, making him yelp again. “Thihihis isn’t whahaht we agreed tohohoho!”
You gulped down your water and grinned. “So? It got you to laugh!” You pointed out, poking his stomach. “Which means I win!”
“Nohoho yohuhuhu DOHOHN’T--” Elliott’s breath hitched when Rampart grazed over a particularly sensitive spot on his side. He gave up on holding onto Ramya’s wrist and wrapped both arms around his torso. “This prohohoves my pohohint! You’ve gohoht nothing on mehehe!”
You narrowed your eyes, glancing at Ramya. The modder returned your gaze and grinned.
“Go left.”
You happily obliged, pouncing towards Mirage’s left side. Rampart leapt from the right. Mirage screamed, loudly, and used his ultimate before either of you could grab him. You stumbled forward, phasing through one of the decoys. One of the Mirages was sprinting to the door, and you frantically pointed at it.
“There! He’s running out the door!” You yelled. Rampart turned and gave chase, with you bringing up the rear. The real Mirage watched from the back of the room, smirking. He waited until Ramya was long gone before he ran up behind you, tackling you to the floor. You screamed as you went down, catching yourself with your arms. Elliott turned you on your back, trying to get you pinned.
“You thought I was gonna run out of my bar?” he laughed. He caught one of your flailing arms and pinned it to the floor, using his free hand to poke at random spots on your torso. “I don’t know what’s worse: you chasing an obvious decoy, or you thinking you’ve won by cheating!”
You squirmed, fighting against his grip while giggling. “I dihihihdn’t chehehehat!” you squealed. You batted at Elliott’s wrist with your free hand. “It mahahahde yohuhu lahahahugh!”
Elliott scoffed. “We were supposed to tell jokes! You know that! But if you’re not gonna play fair,” he smirked, seizing your other arm and holding it down with his knee. “Then I won’t either!”
The panicked giggles spilled out of you as he clawed at your side. You writhed, trying to get some leverage on your arm, but Elliott was stronger than you and kept you still. So instead, you called for help.
“RAhahahahahamya!” You screamed, bucking your hips when he scribbled across your stomach to get to your other side. “Cohohohohme bahahahahck!”
Elliott snorted. “She’s probably still running after the decoy! I wish I could see the look on her face..” He laughed. He scratched up to your ribcage and kneaded in between the bones. You arched your back, giggling louder.
“N-Nohohohohohoho!” You whined. You flinched when he grazed over the more sensitive ribs. This encouraged him to tickle even faster. “Leheheheht gohohohoho of mehehehe, Elliott!”
“Oh sure, buddy. I’ll let you go,” he agreed, now gently pinching at each rib. Your eyes snapped up to his and he grinned widely. “Right after you admit that I’m funnier than you.”
You shook your head, screaming “NEHEHEHEVER!” Mirage laughed.
“Terrrrible choice, (Y/N)! I thought we were friends!” He raked his nails up and down the length of your ribcage, snickering at your yelps and laughs. “We could’ve buried the hat--no, hatch? Hatchet! That’s the word. But fine, be that way!” He tickled even higher and stuck his hand under your arm. He drilled his thumb into your armpit, making you cackle.
“YOHUHU’RE NAHAHAT FUHUHUHNNY!” You shrieked. Elliott jabbed around your armpit and your loud laughter filled up the room. “OHOHOHNLY YOHUHUHU THIHIHINK THAHAHAT!”
“I dunno. This is the hardest I’ve seen you laugh, and I haven’t even told a joke.” He answered, poking your ribs before returning to your armpit. “I must be pretty funny. The funniest, actually. Which you should say if you want me to stop.”
You were stubborn. Stubborn, and still hopeful that Rampart would come back and save you. So you didn’t want to give into Elliott’s demands. You wouldn’t! You drummed your legs against the floor, hoping to alleviate some of the ticklish sensations.
“I’M NAHAHAHAT SAHAHAHAYING IT!”
Mirage sighed heavily, as if tickling you pained him. “Alright, you brought this on yourself.” He shrugged, suddenly releasing your arms. Before you could retaliate, he pushed a hand onto each of your armpits, digging all ten fingers into your skin. You shrieked with laughter and squeezed your arms against your sides, but it didn’t stop the tickling.
“STAHAHAHAHA!” You cried out. You bucked your hips, hoping it’d throw him off, but he stayed right over your waist. He shook his head.
“Nope! You know what to say to make me stop.” He responded, continuing to wriggle his fingers along your armpits. He thought you would’ve given in by now, but he didn’t mind too much. He found your laughter adorable, albeit loud, and was happy to keep tickling you until he heard the magic words. But you were stronger than you looked, and you were clamping down on his hands pretty hard. So he pulled his hands out of your armpits, pinned your arms back down with his knees, and revisited your torso. This time, he used his knuckles to knead into your sides, bringing your laughter back down to frantic giggles.
“Plehehehehease!” Elliott was a softie, you knew that much about him. If he wouldn’t stop tickling you on his own, maybe he’d just start to feel bad and let you go. But this time, you couldn’t be any more wrong. His pride was on the line, and he’d defend it with everything in him! He gripped onto your side and squeezed it repeatedly, making you snort. “Ellihohohohohtt!”
“Yeeeesss?” He sang, alternating between your sides and happily squeezing away. You tossed from one side to the other, trying to get a clear word out, and getting nothing but giggles. “You ready to say those magic words?”
Again, you shook your head. Elliott squeezed across your waist, ending at your belly, and your breath hitched. The trickster acted like he didn’t hear it, but he did. He tickled over to your other side and then doubled back, poking at your stomach again, again, and again. Each poke earned him a shout of laughter.
“Last chance, (Y/N).” He warned, gently stroking your stomach with his fingertips. You gasped and threw your head back, pinching your eyes shut from the force of your laughter. “Just say I’m funnier, and I’ll let bygones be bygones!”
“Okahahahy! Okahahahy!” You squeaked. Elliott slowed down so you could speak. “Yohohohu’re funnier! Yohohohu ahahahre!”
“Yeah? You think so?” He asked, squeezing the side of your tummy before returning to the gentle stroking. You nodded repeatedly.
“Yehehehehes! Yehehehehes! Nohohohohw stohohohohp!”
“Pfft, of course you think so! I am the funniest Legend out there, after all.” He smiled; now, he should have let you go, given that you said what he wanted. But he was having a lot of fun, and wasn’t ready to let you go just yet. “I’m glad you finally came to your senses. Now, say you’re sorry and I’ll let you go. Promise!”
“WHAT?”
You stared at the trickster in disbelief. That’s when the tickling pace quickened, and you sucked in your stomach. “I SAHahahahahaid it! Leheheheheht me gohohohohoho!”
“I will! After you apologize for cheating and for trying, and failing I should add, to tickle me.” Mirage’s tickling was getting faster, and you were teetering between wild giggles and hysterical laughter. “I’d expect that from Ramya, but not you. So you still owe me an apology!”
Somewhere, you found this surge of energy and renewed your struggling. “Nohohohow whohoho’s nohoht sticking tohohoho whahahat thehehy agrehehehed ON--”
Elliott decided to use both hands to tickle your tummy, squeezing and kneading over every inch of ticklish skin. He raised his voice over your cackling. “That’s a lot of words, buddy.” He chuckled, drilling his thumbs into both sides of your stomach. “I’m only looking for one, though! You know, starts with an s-, kinda rhymes with…uh…Mari?”
“NAHAHAHA! Gohohoho tohohoho hehehell!” You couldn’t help it. Elliott could be a real troll when he wanted to be. Elliott raised a brow and looked at you. You froze.
“What did you say?” He asked, pushing his thumbs into your abdomen and tickling some more. You debated on repeating it, but ultimately decided against it and resumed shaking your head. Elliott smirked and leaned down towards you.
“No, no. I just couldn’t hear you. Say it again, I’ll listen!” Then, without warning, Elliott tucked his head under yours, rubbing his stubble against your neck. You yelled and, with him still tickling your stomach, you fell into hysterics.
“STOHOHOHOHOHP!”
The trickster snickered and pretended to still not hear you. “Hm, nope. Still can’t hear ya. Let me try this side!” He rubbed into the other side of your neck before you could bump his head away. You absolutely howled, and when Mirage moved his head to blow a raspberry into your belly, you fell into silent laughter.
Finally, finally, he eased up on the tickling, leaving you in a puddle of giggles. He figured it was safe enough to let your arms go, but he stayed positioned over your waist just in case.
“Sooo?” He smiled, gently tapping your belly. “Who’s the funniest Legend you know?”
“...You are…” You panted, still trying to catch your breath. He expectantly cocked his head to the side.
“And?”
You groaned, but otherwise complied. “I’m sorry for…you know, cheating.”
Elliott climbed off of you, his grin stretching from ear to ear. “See, was that so hard?” He teased, laughing as you sprawled out on the floor. He would’ve teased you more if he didn’t hear his front door open and slam shut. When he looked over his shoulder, an indignant Rampart stormed into the bar. Elliott laughed some more. “Man, you got duped.”
“Shut up, I don’t wanna talk about it.” Ramya growled. She came over to Elliott’s side and peered around him to see you still on the floor. Judging by your disheveled appearance, she had a pretty good idea of what happened. She clicked her teeth, kneeling over and offering a hand. “Oh, mate. Don’t tell me you got your arse handed to you by this plonker.”
You pushed yourself up into a sitting position and grabbed onto her hand, using it to pull yourself up. And you were still holding her hand when Elliott strolled over, draping his arm around your shoulders.
“Hey, it happens to the best of us! But listen, if you think I’m sens--sen, well, you know. Which I’m not, because you uh, just surprised me.” He quickly corrected himself, gently squeezing your shoulders. “(Y/N) here is really ticklish. Probably the most ticklish legend in the Games…”
Your eyes widened and, before Ramya could tighten her grip on your hand, you let go and hurried to the door. You were still really tired, but hearing footfalls behind you gave you enough motivation to sprint…or at least try. Elliott followed after the two of you, putting his hands in his pockets. Sure, maybe ratting you out to Rampart was uncalled for, but at least you’d remember what would happen if you challenged him again.
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ok so👉👈 i used to do hip hop a couple of years ago, but while i did like that type of dance, i was also very, very shy, and I'd get nervous and a bit anxious whenever we would practice (it was a bit intimidating to have a lot of eyes on me). I would dance so much better if i was alone because I'd loosen up almost immediately. Oddly enough, I was able to loosen up just as much when we were performing on stage, go figure lol!
Anyway, if you're taking reader prompts, i thought it'd be nice if you wrote something like that, it doesn't have to be related to dance necessarily, it could be related to playing an instrument for example, or singing, some activity that the reader is kind of insecure and shy about, but then some legend (I dont know who exactly, maybe one of the girls?) would catch the reader doing said activity and would reassure them when they get all embarrassed and then would maybe tickle them until they promise to loosen up and smile more? i love your writing, thank you in advance!
Hips Don't Lie
You claim that you’re not a dancer, until Lifeline catches you grooving in the kitchen on a Saturday night. You stiffen up, embarrassed, and it’s up to her to get you moving again.
“Ku deh. Only one squad left.”
Lifeline spoke, pinging the last team in the upper buildings at the Swamps. You turned towards the location and peeked around a large rock. At first, you didn’t see anything. But then…
BANG!
You yelped. Whatever hit you left a big dent in your shields, and you immediately ducked back down. Pathfinder was quick to hand you a shield battery.
“Here you go, friend! That sounded like a Kraber. Let’s recharge your shields so you don’t die.” Pathy said. You nodded and fully patched up your shields…only to have him hand you another one right away. You gave him a questioning look, and he responded with a thumbs up. “Go ahead, have another one! I collected plenty from the friends we killed.”
“Oh. Thanks, Path.” You answered, giving him a small smile. You pocketed the shield battery and gently patted his hand. “Nice of you to watch out for me.”
Pathfinder’s monitor displayed a smiley face. “Of course,” he chirped. “Good friends always look out for each other, just like good parents!”
You heard Lifeline sigh heavily. You glanced at her, then back at Pathfinder. “What—”
Pathy moseyed on over to the medic, tapping the D.O.C. beside her.
“See? This is my son! Lifeline carries him for me, but I always make sure he’s kept safe and ready to help us.” He continued, proudly. He looked down at Ajay and cocked his head to the side. “Do you think I make a good daddy, Lifeline?”
“Yeah yeah, of course yuh do.” Lifeline answered; at this point, she thought it was easier to agree with him then re-hash the truth about D.O.C. “But let’s talk about yuh parentin’ skills later. We need to move to high ground.”
“Leave it to me!” Path lifted his head and scanned the area for a good perch. He pinged the one with the most cover and placed a zipline. Then, he zipped his way up, alternating between holding and letting go to avoid some bullets. “Woohoo! No place to go but up!”
You and Lifeline followed suit. Since Ajay was behind you, you fired some covering fire at the enemy squad to give her an easier time getting up. Ajay moved to thank you, until she saw the barrel of the Kraber pointing at you two and the person behind it: Vantage. She dragged you down onto the floor with her to avoid a hit. The shot narrowly missed.
“Damn, this new girl’s a good shot.” Ajay grunted. She pulled her 30-30 out of its holster and looked at you and Path. She made a ‘stay low’ motion with her hand. “Mind yuh heads, ya hear? We gon’ have to take this fight slow.”
You nodded, taking out your sniper class weapon. Pathy did the same. Then, the three of you took turns trading shots with the enemy squad, careful not to expose yourselves too much. You wanted to engage, but Lifeline was right; the other squad had the advantage, and the ring would decide your next move.
Soon enough, the final ring began closing, and both squads would have to jump down. The ring pushed both squads down within seconds of each other, and the battle was on. It was chaotic; people were knocked, revived, and knocked again. But, channeling that chaos, you laser focused onto Vantage, Ash, and Newcastle, mowing them down with your Spitfire. Then, right before the ring could catch you, you heard…
“We have our Apex Champions!”
You exhaled and put your hands on your knees. All of the lights and cameras turned to your squad. Path wasted no time in celebrating.
“Wow, look at that! We’re the champion squad!” He cheered. He did his Squats emote to flaunt the victory. “Go us!”
Lifeline followed it up with her Fancy Footwork emote. That left you standing in the middle. You faltered, feeling shy all of a sudden. You swore the camera flashes got brighter after every match. And, were there this many people watching last time? You awkwardly smiled and waved, taking a step back behind your team. Pathfinder noticed you first.
“Where’re you going, friend?” He asked, following after you. “You ended the match with the most damage. You should be first in line to dance!”
You chuckled nervously. Lifeline turned to look at you too, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Ah, it’s okay.” You replied with a dismissive wave. “I’m not much of a dancer.”
Ajay stepped forward and affectionately patted your arm. She smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Yuh still did great,” she complimented. “Yuh’ve made a lot of progress.”
That was a big compliment coming from your mentor. You thanked her, returning the smile, and resumed giving the cameras your attention.
But, the truth was, you weren’t honest with your squadmates. You actually loved to dance. But, all of those eyes made you nervous, and you got cold feet. It wasn’t until you were back in the dropship that you were comfortable enough to turn on some music, and let the rhythm move you.
It was a Saturday evening, but the night was young. Still, because it was close to 11pm, you opted to wear your Airpods, in case anyone was sleeping. You picked a playlist that Spotify curated just for you, shimmying throughout the kitchen while you prepared a meal. You have been listening to a lot of throwback songs lately, and this one in particular definitely got you moving. You rolled your hips side to side while you chopped vegetables, grinning.
I never really knew that they could dance like this,
They make someone want to speak Spanish.
You dipped down low to grab a pan, bouncing back up along with the beat of the music. Then, while doing some body rolls, you lined the veggies into neat rows.
¿Cómo se llama, bonito/a?
Mi casa, su casa.
When the chorus hit, and your food was in the oven, you were off to the races. You sang along, albeit loudly, and gathered what you needed to prepare the next part of your meal. While you were cooking, Lifeline strolled into the kitchen, stopping in the doorway.
Although it was late, Ajay hadn’t eaten anything yet. She crashed once she returned to the dropship and got some much needed rest. But now, she was hungry, and figured she could just throw a quick meal in the microwave. The last thing she expected to find was you grooving, especially since you told her you couldn’t dance! Chuckling, she leaned against the door frame, watching you. Then, when it wasn’t clear when you’d turn around and notice her, she strolled over to you. She gently tapped on your shoulder. You flinched and shrieked, whirling around to face the smiling medic.
“Ajay?!” You gasped. You were still speaking loudly, subconsciously trying to speak over the music playing in your ears. Lifeline chuckled again and motioned to your ears, and you took your Airpods out. Your cheeks flushed; how long was she standing there? How much did she see? “I--you scared me! How come you were just standing there?”
“I wasn’t, I just got here.” Lifeline answered. You weren’t sure if that made you feel more or less embarrassed. Ajay continued, “I see yuh got a lil’ rhythm in yuh after all, huh?”
“No!” You interjected, your face growing redder. “I just like the beat! I wasn’t…you know…dancing.”
“Then what’cha call this?” Ajay mirrored the last dance move you did, and you felt your blush crawl up to your ears. You turned away, unsure how to respond. Ajay’s smile dropped and she moved closer to you. She put a hand on your shoulder. “Hey now, I’m sorry. I ain’t tryin’ to embarrass yuh. Just looked like yuh were havin’ a blast.”
You shrugged, not ready to meet her gaze. “I…guess I was,” you answered, quietly. Ajay smiled softly and squeezed your shoulder.
“Then that’s all that matters, right?” Ajay encouraged, squeezing your shoulder again to prompt you to look at her. You hesitantly obliged and nodded. Lifeline wasn’t convinced that you were feeling any better, and she sighed.
“Tell yuh what,” she continued, nodding towards the food you were cooking. “How ‘bout I go get my music and we jam together? After yuh gwann and make me a plate of whatever yuh cookin’, that is. It smells delicious.”
You rubbed the back of your neck, thinking. Dancing was always more fun when more people got involved. Plus, Lifeline was both your mentor and biggest supporter in the Games. Surely she wouldn’t be a harsh judge, right? “Okay,” you nodded, “I can try.”
Lifeline cheered. “Perfect! I could use someone who can keep up with me on the dance floor. Silva’s all over the place.” Lifeline snorted. She exited the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “I’ll be right back!”
You nodded and returned to cooking your food. You shifted on your feet, feeling both nervous and excited, while you waited for Ajay to return.
Turns out, it was much harder to dance in Ajay’s presence, no matter how supportive she was. You were stricken with stage fright and the more you tried to ignore it, the stronger it became. After messing up your steps for the fourth time, you let out an exasperated sigh.
“Dammit, I can’t remember the steps now.” You complained. You flopped into a chair and grabbed your fork, stuffing your face with food. Lifeline smirked, tsking softly, and sat down across from you.
“That’s cause yuh thinkin’ about ‘em too much.” she said. She brought her own plate of food in front of her to also eat. Then, once you were both finished, she hopped up first and strode over to you, taking your hands. “C’mon, show me again.”
Sighing again, you allowed her to pull you back onto your feet. She let you go, turning up the music, and you just stood there. Were you supposed to lean to the right, or the left? You couldn’t remember. Ajay’s eyes softened; dancing was supposed to be fun! She didn’t want to see you having a hard time. Then, all of a sudden, a mischievous glint shone in her eyes, and she maneuvered her way behind you.
“Here,” She started, her hands ghosting over your hips. “Lemme help yuh.”
“Help me h-ho-ww⎯” Your breath hitched as she gripped onto the bones, squeezing them. She guided them to the beat of the music. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.
“This is how yuh were movin’ before.” she explained. You fidgeted in her hold, fighting back giggles. Lifeline’s smirk broadened, and she held on tighter. “Hang on now, I’m tryin’ to help!”
“Buhuhuhut thahahat tihihihickles!” You whined. You tried to grab her hands, and she avoided you by sticking her hands under both of your arms. You shrieked. “AHAhajahahahahahy!”
Ajay snickered. “What? Maybe it wouldn’t tickle if yuh weren’t so tense, hm?” she teased, scritching her nails along the center of your armpits. You let out a laugh and hugged your arms against your sides.
“Thahahahat dohohohesn’t mahahahke sehehehehense!” You squealed, hugging yourself tighter the more she tickled. When it still didn’t deter her, you squirmed with a renewed vigor, and wiggled yourself free from her hold. Lifeline followed after you.
“Yes it does!” She argued, moving to jab your side. You stepped away to dodge her, so she just poked your other side instead. You squealed and batted at her hand, backpedaling as fast as your feet would take you. The medic chuckled, continuing to pursue you at a leisurely pace. “How’d yuh expect to dance if yuh stiff and got yuh face all twisted up?”
You didn’t have an answer for her. You were still giggling as you, unknowingly, backed into the corner that she aimed to box you in. It didn’t take you long to figure out that you were trapped, and you yelled as the medic lunged forward.
“WAHAHAHAIT!”
Ajay hadn’t even touched you. You held one arm out to keep her at bay, keeping the other one tightly wound around your torso. She arched her brow, giggling along with you. “I haven’t even touched yuh yet.”
You sank down to your knees, panicking as the medic grew even closer. “I’ll loosen up! I promise! Plehehease dohOHOHOHN’T⎯”
Lifeline cut you off, dropping to the ground with you. She seized the arm around your torso and worked to pry it away. Then, with her free hand, she alternated between poking your sides and stomach. “I’m not sure. I’m convinced that yuh’ll just go back to frownin’.”
“Nohohohoho! No! I WOHOHOHOHN’T!” You protested, fighting against her grip. When it seemed like you’d get free again, Ajay focused on poking your stomach some more, drawing out squealing laughs. Your other hand flailed all over the place before it landed on her shoulder. You squeezed and pushed, momentarily stopping her. But it didn’t last; Ajay’s hands found your hips and she repeatedly pinched along the bones. “NAHAHA AJAHAHAHAY! STAHAHAHAP!”
Ajay refused to let up. She continued squeezing, making you flop around. She even had to duck a little bit to avoid getting hit. It took just a few squeezes more for her to take both of your arms and pin them against your chest using one arm. Then, she straddled your waist, still poking into your hips at random. You giggled loudly and bucked.
“Ajahahahahay, plehehehehease!” You begged, yelping when she suddenly pinched your hips. “I’m smihihihihling nohohohohow!”
“Mhm, so yuh are,” Ajay agreed. She wriggled her fingertips across your waist, easily keeping up with your movements as you squirmed. “But I think yuh can do better. I’ve seen yuh laugh harder at Elliott’s jokes…”
The blush returned to your face in full force. “Th-Thahahaht’s diffeheheheherent!” You protested. Ajay scoffed, snaking her hand up your side.
“Is it? Or are yuh sayin’ I’m not as funny?”
Your eyes snapped open and you frantically shook your head. “I’m nahahahaht sahahahahaying thahahaht!” You yelled, feeling her hand stray close to your stomach. You thrashed, fighting the grip she had on your arms. You didn’t remember Ajay being so strong…but, then again, she was a combat medic. Maybe you should’ve expected it.
What you weren’t expecting was Ajay changing course and sticking her hand back under your arm. You squealed and hugged your arms back against your sides, trapping her hand in place. It was getting harder for her to keep your hands pinned, so she pulled them above your head instead. This gave her more leverage, and more room to tickle.
“No no, save it. I see how it is,” she hummed, now wriggling her nails along the length of your armpit. You arched your back, your protests lost in all of your giggling. “And after all I’ve done to help yuh? That’s how you gon’ treat me?”
“NOHohohohohohohohohoho!” You yelled, now full-on laughing. You writhed in her hold, bucking your hips again to try and throw her off. Not only did she stay put, she tightened her grip on your arms and jumped to your other armpit. “AHAHAHA! PLEHEhehehehehehase stahahahahahahap!”
Lifeline ignored you, using her thumb to prod and really get into those ticklish nerves. It was something that worked wonders on Octane, and also did the trick for you. She laughed aloud as you almost threw her off of your waist.
“Oh please, I’m barely doin’ anything!” She snickered. She surprised you again by suddenly worming her fingers into the side of your neck. You sputtered and brought your shoulders up, laughing harder. “I dunno how you n’ Silva can stand it, being so ticklish.”
“I CAHAHAHAHAHN’T!” You yelled, your eyes shutting from the force of your laughter. Lifeline smiled. She continued to tickle along your neck for a few more minutes before she pulled her hand away. Then, she playfully poked your cheeks and nose, which did nothing to calm down your giggles.
“Breathe easy, I ain’t gon’ kill yuh.” Lifeline chuckled. She lifted a hand and lowered it towards your neck, as if she was going to tickle you again, but she stopped inches away. You flinched and instinctively yelped, making the medic laugh again. “See? Yuh gettin’ yuh-self all worked up over nothin’! All I’m tryin’ to do is get yuh to smile.”
“I am smiling! Look, look!” You, keeping your eyes on her hand, smiled the biggest smile you were able to muster. Lifeline hummed again and moved her hand, resting it on your side. There was a lull between you two, and just when you thought she’d let you go, you felt her hand snaking up your shirt.
“Nah, I still think yuh can do better.” She answered, prodding into your tummy with her fingertips. You screamed and jolted, dissolving into loud laughter. It was too difficult for Lifeline to keep your wrists pinned above your head with sheer will alone, so she let them go to focus on tickling. She hooked her thighs around your hips so she didn’t go flying off, continuing to tickle along the spot.
“NONONOHOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHA AHAJAHAHAY STAHAHAHAHA!”
Ajay tickled from one side of your stomach to the other, going back and forth, and she had to really work hard to not fall off of you. She laughed.
“There, that’s the smile I wanted.” She said, easing up on the tickling after a few minutes. By the time she stopped, you were a puddle of laughter, and remained sprawled out on the floor even after she climbed off. At first, Lifeline waited, only to then reach across and playfully nudge your shoulder. “C’mon, get up. I only put yuh through half of what I normally put Silva through.”
You exhaled, pushing yourself up into a seated position. “Half was plenty,” you whined, smoothing your shirt out. Lifeline tsked and gently poked the side of your neck, making you recoil. “Ah! Hey!”
“Uh-uh, don’t start whingin’. I did yuh a favor.”
You huffed and stuck your tongue out at her, squealing when she lunged towards you. Although you didn’t admit it, you did feel a lot better, and it showed in your next fluid dance moves. In fact, you and Lifeline came up with your own synchronized emotes for the next game, which definitely became a crowd favorite. But, after your next game, you had this burning question for the medic.
“Hey, Ajay?” You called while lounging in the common room of the drop ship. Pathfinder was seated beside you, intently watching the show you’d put on TV. His presence made the question that much more pressing.
“Mhmm?” Ajay answered from the corner of the room, scrolling through a few apps on her phone. She peered up at you to see you smiling. She raised a brow; you only smiled like that right before you said something silly. “What’s on yuh mind, (Y/N)?”
There wasn’t really an easy way to phrase the question, so you just spit it out.
“If Path thinks D.O.C. is his son, doesn’t that technically make you the step-mom?”
“...What?”
An exclamation point flashed on Pathfinder’s monitor, and he turned towards Lifeline. “Hey! I didn’t think of it that way,” he answered. Lifeline groaned and stuffed her phone into her pocket.
“He’s not, he ain’t even⎯now look what yuh’ve done, (Y/N).”
You snickered, turning back towards the TV. Path on the other hand, got up to meet Ajay halfway.
“Aw, don’t worry, new mom-line. I’d love to raise D.O.C. together!” He said happily, easily picking her up to hug her. Path had a lot of practices hugging the other Legends, and he remembered to be gentle first and foremost. But, Ajay looked less than enthused, and tapped on his metallic arm.
“Alright, alright, put me down.” Ajay huffed while leering at you. You gave her a small, cheeky smile, and hopped to your feet before Path could set her down.
“Hang on Path, Ajay doesn’t look too happy about this new parenthood thing, does she?”
Pathfinder looked at Lifeline and then back at you. “Um, I don’t think so⎯”
“Path,” Ajay interjected. “Put me down!”
You knew that Lifeline knew where your mind was headed, and you had to act fast. Pathfinder, on the other hand, was stuck between listening to Ajay and trying to figure out why you were smiling so much…
A/N: I hope you liked this! I’m pretty rusty, but I loved this idea and had fun writing it. I may try something similar with other Legends :D. But yeah, I hope you liked this story.
#apex legends#apex lifeline#lifeline apex legends#ajay che#ticklish!reader#lee!reader#ler!lifeline#apex legends tickle fic
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For the match up thing, (tickles plz)
I’m a very shy person because of social anxiety.
I love video games
Once I get to know someone, I’m super loud and hyper. I love making stupid jokes that everyone thinks is annoying. In general, if I’m comfortable with you I’m gonna be annoying and never leave your side.
I know this is kinda bad but I really wanna see who I would get paired up with!!!
Hi! I think I recognize you, and I matched you up with Fuse. Mirage was a very close second. I hope you like it! Guitar Hero inspired me for this one.
Bring The Noise!
You’ve bonded with Fuse over video games, but you can’t accept that he’s better than you. You tickle him to get him to mess up, and all hell breaks loose.
Let’s face it; you weren’t a renown tracker, like Bloodhound. Or a professional thief, like Loba. You didn’t have a killer instinct like Revenant or Ash. And, up until recently, you couldn’t shoot a gun without flinching. So, what was your claim to fame as an Apex Legend?
Well, that’s something that you were still trying to figure out. Not everyone made it to the Apex Games, and that had to mean something, right? Kuben Blisk saw something in you. But, now you were trying to see just what that something was.
This didn’t help with your interactions with the other Legends. Although you didn’t have any proof, you were certain that the others didn’t think highly of you. Legends like Revenant, Ash, and Caustic didn’t count though; they didn’t think highly of anyone except themselves. As for the others, though, you were convinced that anyone who looked your way was judging you.
So, you kept to yourself and, when you weren’t training or competing, you busied yourself with your favorite hobby: video games. And today, you found the common room empty. Given how crowded the dropship was, it was almost too good to be true. You grabbed your favorite snack and drink before turning on the TV. You loaded up the game console, and picked up the guitar needed for Guitar Hero 5.
You viewed the leaderboard before you played, smiling. Forget the Apex Games, this was where you shone, and no one had taken your spot as #1. You put your name as Legend123 on the leaderboards to not draw too much attention. Unbeknownst to you, having an anonymous screen name sparked some funny arguments between Octane, Crypto, and Mirage. Octavio claimed that he was #1, but Elliott said that he was bluffing and that it was actually him. And then, he dragged Crypto’s name through the mud by accusing him of hacking the game and changing his name on the leaderboard. Crypto argued that neither of the morons had the attention span to finish a game. And that kept the argument going.
You decided to start by playing 2 Minutes to Midnight. Since you were alone, you felt comfortable enough to hum along and nod to the beat. You had your own private concert…that is, until you had an audience.
Ol Fusey approached you from behind, six pack of beer in hand. The weather in the Outlands was nicer than normal, so he was on his way outside until he heard the music. He grinned, taking a swig of his drink, and waited for the song to end before speaking.
“Well, someone’s a rockstar in the makin’, ay?”
Flinching, you whirled around to face Fuse. You held the guitar in a tighter grip to keep from dropping it.
“Oh,” you breathed, fumbling to come up with a response longer than one word. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Walter’s grin widened as he rounded the couch. “You oughta get yourself a guitar of your own.” he said, standing beside you. “I’m more of an acoustics man myself, but this lot could use another ax player around here if ya ask me.”
You nodded, unconsciously leaning away from him. Clearly this guy had no qualms about personal space. “I never thought about playing the guitar before,” you admitted. “I guess I just like the music in this game.”
“Right, just imagine the same on the big stage, ay?” Walter went to nudge you with his good arm but stopped short, noticing how much further away you were. That’s when he realized - he hadn’t introduced himself!
“Hell, where’re my manners? Name’s Walter Fitzroy, better known as Fuse.” This time, he extended his metal arm out to you. You scooted towards him, visibly hesitating, and gripped his hand.
“(Y/N).” You responded, quietly. You expected him to let go afterwards, but instead, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
“Don’t worry, it don’t bite. And neither do I, ay?” He chuckled. He released your hand before he downed the rest of his drink. You took the opportunity to go back to the song list. Although you had a blast in your jam session, having someone watch made you feel self-conscious. So, when you moved to turn off the game, you weren’t expecting Fuse to say what he said next.
“Say, you reckon I can play a few rounds with ya?”
You stared at him, thinking he was joking. Walter put his hands up defensively.
“I’ll admit, video games weren’t my thing back on Salvo. But you kids seem to go downright mad for ‘em.” Fuse continued, grinning. “I’d like to see what the fuss is all about.”
You were still standing there, dumbfounded, and waited for any indication that he was pulling your leg. But, there was an earnestness in Walter’s smile, and it made you crack a smile of your own.
“Sure, let’s play.”
Over time, the friendship between you and Fuse blossomed. He was really easy to talk to, and although you started slow, you found yourself talking just about everything. You mainly talked about gaming though, and now that you were more comfortable, you let more of your personality shine.
“Hey, did you know head banging gives you bonus points?” You grinned, throwing a quick glance his way. Fuse didn’t look at you. His brow was knit in concentration as he strummed and pressed on the buttons.
“Then why aren’t you doing it? You could use a few points.”
“Wha--hey!” You giggled, sticking your tongue out. Teaching Fuse how to play had been anything but boring; you were having a blast! But he learned faster than you anticipated, and had gotten pretty good. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was close to beating your high score.
“After all I’ve taught you, that’s the thanks I get?” You waited for a lull in the song before you moseyed up to him, jabbing him in the side. Fuse flinched and mashed two buttons.
“Watch where you’re pokin’, ay?” He batted you away with his good arm, putting the guitar’s neck against his shoulder. You blinked, poking him again anyway, and he leaned further away from you. “(Y/N)! Knock it off!”
“...I didn’t know you were ticklish…” You smirked, your eyes sparkling with mischief. You paused the game, prompting him to turn towards you with extended arms.
“Hey now, just cause yer gettin’ your arse handed to you in the game, doesn't mean that you hafta resort to cheatin!” he accused. You playfully gasped and lunged at him, but he held you back.
“You take that back! Only reason why I’m losing is because I’m helping you!” You yelled back. You made every attempt to wiggle out of his hold, but he didn’t budge. Walter cocked his head to the side and grinned.
“So you’re lettin’ me win?”
“NO! I’m saying you’re not as good as you think you are.” You gave up on trying to poke him again; now, Fuse was lightly pushing your forehead to keep you from advancing forward. You flailed your arms around, making the scene look that much funnier. Walter snickered.
“I guess we’ll see, won’t we? That is, if you’re done pesterin’ me.”
Pursing your lips, you stopped flailing your arms, nodding. “Yeah yeah, I’m done.” You repeated. Walter raised a brow, looking skeptical, and you gave him the most innocent grin you could muster. “I pwomise.”
The Salvonian still wasn’t buying it, but he let you go. “Alright mate, but know this,” he started, looking you dead in the eye with a smirk of his own. “You try ‘n tickle me again, and it’ll be yer funeral, ay?”
Fuse’s threat echoed in your head as the two of you resumed the game. He managed to pull ahead but, with the guitar solo coming up, it was a great opportunity to earn a lot of points. And you were determined to keep your crown.
You hit the notes as they came up, wanting to get your score as close to his before striking. The beat had picked up, but you’d played this song so many times, you probably could’ve done it blindfolded. While playing, you ever so slightly sidestepped towards Fuse, glancing at him every now and then to make sure he didn’t notice. And then, just before the big finish, you let go of your guitar and gripped his side, squeezing. Fuse cried out and lurched away from you, missing at least five notes.
“Aha! You lihihttle--” Walter took the guitar from around his shoulders, tossing it onto the couch behind him. “So that’s how you wanna play, huh? Come here!”
Fuse tried to grab you, and you just barely dodged him. Then, throwing your guitar off your shoulders, you made a beeline for the exit. Fuse chased after you, hot on your tail, and you screamed and laughed down your way down the hall.
He was gaining on you faster than you’d anticipated, so you had to get creative. You vaulted over tables, pushed chairs behind you, and even changed directions on a dime in order to get away. But nothing worked; at this rate, Fuse was gonna catch you, and there were only so many places you could run. Just before you could duck down another hallway, Walter lunged forward and grabbed you with his metal arm.
“Gotcha!” He cheered, easily picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed and squirmed in his grip.
“No! Walter, don’t!” You protested, your squirming intensifying as he brought you back into the common room. He dropped you onto the couch and immediately descended onto your sides, making you burst out giggling.
“Oh no, I tried to play your game, but this is more your speed, ay?” He dodged your flailing hands, drilling his thumbs into your hips, and you laughed harder.
“NOhohohohohoho! It’s nahahaht! It’s nahahahat!” You squealed, deciding to try to block access to your torso with your arms. Fuse stopped you by using his metal hand to scoop up your wrists, holding them above your head. You panicked and cried out when he poked at your ribs. “I wohohohn’t dohohohoho it agahahahahin!”
Walter scoffed, scritching at the spaces between your ribcage. “Yeah nah, I’m a man of my bloody word, mate.” He responded, grinning. He reached higher and dug into your armpit, making your laughter grow in pitch.
“I WOHOhohohohohn’t!” You insisted, tossing to and fro when he drilled his thumb into the hollows. “Plehehehease! I prohohm-prohohomise--”
The Salvonian gave you a skepticl look and you froze. Frantically, you tried to elaborate on what you said.
“WAHAHAAHIT! I mehehehan it this tihihme! WALTER!”
All of a sudden, Fuse released your arms and attacked both of your armpits. You screamed and slammed your arms against your sides, your laughter filling up the room.
“STAHAHAHAHAHA!” You squealed. You squeezed your arms against your side, trying to deter him from tickling, but he easily kept wiggling his fingers around.
“Now I know you think my head doesn’t screw on straight, if you think I’m fallin’ for that again!” Fuse chided. He drilled his fingers into your armpits some more before pulling his hands free, scribbling along the length of your rib cage. You arched your back, making a grab for his hands.
“I’d nehehehever thihihk thahaht! Come on!” You managed to latch onto his good hand and tried to push it away from your torso. Fuse smirked and wrenched his hand free, pinning your hand back above your head.
“Right, you’d rather cheat and call yourself good, ay?” He mocked, using his free hand to pinch and knead your sides. You drummed your legs against the couch, your loud giggles now riddled with the occasional snort.
“Nahahahahahaha! Whyhyhy ahahre you sohohoho mahahad about a gahahahame!?” You squeaked. Since you still had one hand free, you kept on trying to protect yourself from Fuse’s wrath, but had way less success keeping his metal hand at bay. “I dihihihdn’t knohohw yohuhuhu--yohuhuhu were so short-fused…”
You couldn’t help it; the joke was right there, and although every part of you screamed to not say it, you did it anyway. It was fun to push Fuse’s buttons, but that look he gave you spelled trouble backwards and forwards.
Walter didn’t say anything; he just took your wrists back into his metal hand and re-pinned them above your head. Then, he clawed at your belly, making you drop a sudden howl of laughter.
“NONONOHOHOHO! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!” You screamed and bucked your hips, but Walter pressed on, tickling from one side of your tummy to the other.
“Nah, keep makin’ your jokes. Shows you ain’t learned your lesson yet.” Fuse held onto your side and used his thumb to knead into the sides of your stomach. You threw your head back with laughter and thrashed along the couch.
“YEHEHEHES I HAHAHVE!” You insisted, squealing when he pinched your hips. You uselessly tugged at your wrists, but you had a higher chance of flying than you did getting your hands free. “NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE JOHOHOKES!”
But Fusey had other ideas. He stopped tickling you, giving you a chance to breathe, but he didn’t completely release you. Instead, he turned and pushed you so that your torso was hanging off the edge of the couch. You yelped, expecting to fall, but Walter wasn’t gonna let that happen to you. You were hanging upside down and your shirt rose up because of it, making it easier for Fuse to attack again.
Instead of diving straight for the kill, Fuse poked at your exposed sides, making you snicker.
“Wahahahalter!” You whined. You tried to sit up, but you were at a pretty awkward angle, and the tickling wasn’t helping. “I sahahahahid I’m sohohohrry!”
“I heard you. I just doubt that very much.” Fuse answered, drumming his fingers across your tummy to get your other side. He heard you snort again and chuckled. “I know how you like to say one thing and do something else, ay?”
You shook your head, opening your mouth to speak, only to scream again when he descended back onto your tummy. He didn’t tickle too hard; he just scratched up and down your torso, giving it the occasional pinch to make you squeal. You squirmed like crazy, and Fusey had to hold your legs a little tighter to be doubly sure you didn’t fall.
“OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY!” Were the two words you were finally able to scream after you’d fallen into hysterics. Fuse slowed the tickling down, chuckling.
“You reckon you’ve learned your lesson now? Or d’ya need another one?” He asked while slowly raking his nails above your hip bones. You shook your head again, blowing loose strands of hair out of your face.
“I’ve lehehehearned my lesson! Plehehehease!” You panted. That was good enough for Walter, so he finally stopped tickling you and pulled you back up onto the couch. You groaned and collapsed next to him, still trying to catch your breath. Fuse grinned and playfully nudged you.
“Good, glad we could sort that out.” He teased, jabbing you in your sides again. You squealed and rolled towards the other end of the couch. Walter laughed and went to do it again, but he paused when he heard some music coming from the hallway. “Did you leave the game on?”
You furrowed your brows and sat up to hear it better. “Er, no. The song should’ve ended ages ago.”
Both of you got up to investigate, but you wouldn’t arrive before Mirage finished the song he was playing. He grinned and made some decoys to stand in for his adoring fans.
“...And the crowd goes wild…ahhh…” He snickered, making his decoys disappear so he could plug in the new name on the top of the leaderboards: his! Elliott’s name always looked so good in lights, whether that be on a screen or a giant banner.
“Heh, eat your heart out, nerds.”
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Barked Up The Wrong Tree
A/N: This is part two to Let Sleeping Dogs Lie . I hope you like it.
No one disturbs Ole Fusey from his nap, and he’s out to teach Octane and Rampart a lesson. But, the pranksters’ alliance falls through; instead, both Walter and Ramya tickle Octavio.
“Oho, man. That was awesome!”
Octane cheered, rounding just one more corner to make sure that he was far away from Fuse. Rampart brought up the rear, still laughing, and plopped down to the floor to catch her breath.
“You’re tellin’ me. And here I thought Salvonians were known for kickin’ asses and takin’ names. Never thought that a lil’ tickling would have him bawlin for his mum.”
Octavio chuckled. “Think that’ll go down as the funnest prank I’ve pulled yet!” He continued, sprinting into Ramya’s workshop, which was their next destination. Since he didn’t have any games scheduled for a few days, Ramya offered to spruce up his legs a bit. Octane had so many cool mod ideas that he’d love to see on his legs; rockets, grenade launchers, maybe rockets and grenade launchers.
It was even better that Ajay, who’d been scheduled for games the entire week, would be too busy to complain about what he added to his legs. He cared for his best friend deeply, but if he were being honest, she could be a real killjoy when she wanted to be. So, it felt really good that he could add some more pizazz to his babies without having to deal with her nagging. He was already yanking his left leg off when he noticed Rampart stopped in the doorway. Her brow was arched, and she had one hand on her hip.
“The best prank you pulled? I vaguely remember lendin’ you a hand…” She scoffed, heading to her workbench to gather the tools she needed. On her way over there, she snatched Octavio’s leg out of his hand. “I mean, let’s be real here, you would’ve mucked up the prank from here to Sunday if I didn’t help ya out.”
Octavio gave her an incredulous look before laughing. “Amiga, all you did was hold the feather! That’s not exactly what I’d call hard work.” He responded, preparing to pull his right leg off next. He was still riding high off of the adrenaline from pranking Fuse, so he had no issues in saying what he said next. “I guess I can see why it’d be a big deal to you, though. I know there ain’t much you do without Sheila.”
He heard Ramya drop something, most likely a wrench. His grin widened as she stared at him, dumbfounded.
“What’d you say?”
The speedster snickered. “You heard me! I’m surprised you had the time to help out at all, since I know how much su bebé (your baby) keeps you busy.” He continued confidently. He knew he was headed into dangerous territory, but so what? What was she gonna do about it? If she grabbed Sheila to teach him a lesson, it’d prove his point. “Don’t get me wrong! Sheila is awesome. But pranks are where I shine, amiga. So you better not forget that.”
Ramya growled and marched from around her workbench, taking his leg along with her. “If that ain’t the biggest crock of shit I’ve heard--only thing you’re good at is running!” She argued. She got within a couple feet from him, ready to throttle him, but then she had a better idea. “...Which ya can’t do much of now, can ya?”
“...What?”
Octane gave her a bewildered look. But, before he could ask what she was talking about, she started to back away from him. And, he noticed, she moved his limb from one hand to the other.
“Listen, mate. I don’t know what cliff ya dived off recently, but your leg here is banged up good. So, I’m just gonna hang onto it for, ya know…safe keepin’.”
Now Octavio wasn’t laughing. He quickly put his right leg back on and got up, albeit awkwardly. “Chill, Ramya. I need that!” He said, making a move to take the leg back. Rampart got out of the way, causing him to fall back down with a crash. She burst out laughing.
“Yikes, you’re quite the klutz, huh? Relax, I ain’t gonna keep it forever. Maybe just a few weeks?” Ramya grinned widely at the look on his face.
“Hell no! Give me my leg back!”
Now, Rampart wasn’t actually going to take his leg. She just wanted to keep it long enough until he offered her an apology, or until she laughed herself silly from watching him hobble around like a pirate. Ramya laughed hard enough to snort while he attempted to take his leg back. And each time, just before he could get a grip on it, Ramya would pull back and watch him tumble. Octane got tired of it and the next time he lunged, he went for her instead, which she wasn’t expecting. The modder didn’t move out of the way in time, so when his fingers jabbed into her ribs, she let out a loud scream. She dropped the leg, holding her arm against her side.
“Alright, alright, take your bloody leg back.” Ramya grumbled, rubbing where he’d poked. “I was just messin’ around.”
Octane put his leg back on and stared at her. He didn’t poke her that hard, so why’d she scream? The gears in his head turned as he poked her again, this time in her side, and she slapped his hands away.
“I said I was joking, ya idiot.”
Octavio grinned. “I heard you. I was just thinkin’ how Elliott had mentioned how ticklish you were, but I didn’t believe him.” He explained. He hurried towards the modder to close the distance. “Thought he was just talkin’ loco. But it looks like he was right, huh?”
Rampart glowered and smacked his hands away again when he went to poke some more. “I couldn’t give a toss about what that plonker said! But you better quit pokin’ me, unless your mate can get you some new hands too…”
Octane paused, looking at both of his hands. He could have metal legs and hands? Why didn’t he think of that! He’d definitely have to blow his hands off next. But, for now, he was standing in front of a ticklish Legend who tried to steal his leg. A punishment was in order!
The speedster didn’t have the patience for a buildup, so he made yet another jab at her ribs. Rampart threw a hand up to stop him, just like he expected, which allowed him to grab her wrist. He held it away from her and, before she could block him with her other hand, he pinched at her lowermost rib. Ramya screamed, her face getting redder by the second, and she swatted at his hand multiple times.
“Stohop! You prihick!” She gritted her teeth, trying not to laugh. She pushed her shoulder into his chest, wanting to push him over, but he wasn’t having it. He let go of her wrist so he could wrap both of his arms around her torso and scritch all over the length of her rib cage. The modder violently jolted and broke out into loud laughter.
“YOHOUHUHU FFF--HAHAHAHAHA!” Ramya pounded on his hands, thrashing about in his hold. “LEHEHET GOHOHOHO!”
Octavio refused and, laughing, he pulled her down onto the ground with him. “Haha, I knew it!” He cheered. She’d swatted at his hands one too many times, so he gathered up her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head. “Elliott was right; you are crazy ticklish!”
Instead of staying on her sweet spot, he jumped to her side and kneaded along it. Then, he poked at her stomach, making her squeal, before his hand finally dug into her armpit. Ramya was cackling the entire time but, when he focused on her armpit, she giggled uncontrollably. It wasn’t as bad a spot as her ribs, but it was definitely sensitive.
“I’m gohohohohnna kihihill yohohohohu!” She yelled, pulling against the speedster’s grip. “Juhust wahahait! I’ll kihihihck yohohour ahahahass wihihhth your own bloody lehehegs!”
Octane snickered and jabbed his nails into the center of her armpit, making her laugh harder. “Oh no, anything but that! Por favor!” He mocked, grinning. He took his thumbs and scratched at the hollows in circular motions. “And whatever you do, don’t sic Sheila on me! I know just how much you lean on her.”
Rampart yelled in protest as the speedster descended back into her ribs, tickling at the spaces between them. She thrashed against the ground, hollering with laughter. All of the commotion caught the attention of Fuse, who’d awoken from his nap a while ago, and was out to dole out some good ol’ Salvonian justice. He stepped into the workshop at a leisurely pace, smirking. Octavio was too invested in tickling Ramya to notice, but Ramya did. She fought against his grip, trying to warn him, but she fell into hysterics when he tickled even faster.
“SAHAHAHAHAHA! HE---HE’S---OCTAHAHAHAHAHAVIO!”
Octavio snickered and dug his thumbs into the base of her ribs, making her laughter go silent. “Not so funny anymore, is it chica? That’s what you get for—”
He abruptly stopped talking, feeling a cold hand grip his arm. He was then lifted as if he were weightless. He yelped and struggled in the hold, moving to push at the arm, and that’s when he realized who it was. His eyes snapped up to Walter’s, and the Salvonian’s smirk only broadened.
“G’day, mate. I was wonderin’ where you pups ran off to.” He said, easily scooping the speedster’s other arm within the same hand. “I hate to interrupt you kids’ fun, but I reckon we’ve got some unfinished business, ay?”
Octane immediately shook his head. He struggled to wrench his arm free out of Walter’s literal iron hold, but the explosives expert lifted him higher, so that he was dangling just above the ground. “Wait! Hold ohohohn!” He interjected, yelping when Fuse prodded at his sides. The severity of what was about to happen crashed into him, making him want to high tail it…but all his legs did was kick around in the air.
“Nohoho! Dude, come ohohohon!” Octane tried to make his case, but Walter wasn’t hearing it. “It wahahas a johohohke! Whyhy cahahan’t yohuhu tahahake a JOHOHOKE—”
Fuse scratched at the speedster’s tummy, making him scream and arch his back. He chuckled. “I can take a joke just fine! What I can’t take is havin’ you lot botherin’ me while I’m gettin’ me beauty rest!” He retorted, pinching each of his hips before he returned to his stomach. Octavio cried out and sucked in his stomach to try and escape the tickling.
“IT WAHAHAHSN’T JUHUHUHST MEHEHEHEHE!” He yelled, bucking his hips when Walter poked at his belly button. Walter smirked, wiggling his finger inside the spot some more, and he glanced at the recovering modder.
“I know, I didn’t forget about your partner in crime. She’ll get what’s comin’ to her.” He answered. He continued scratching in and around his belly button, drawing out more panicked laughter from Octavio.
Rampart, however, had other plans. Once she caught her breath, she got off the floor and marched right up to the men. “Or, you can let me at this plonker right now.” She cut in, gripping Octavio’s sides and digging her thumbs into them. “For thinkin’ he can get one over on me.”
Octavio’s eyes snapped wide open and he yelled before laughing even louder. “NONONOHOHO! DOHOHON’T TOHOHOUCH MEHEHE, RAHAHAMYA!” He demanded. He twisted his torso around in Fuse’s hold, trying to shake her hands off, but she easily kept up with him. Fusey snickered; considering what he’d witnessed before he entered the scene, he wasn’t surprised that Rampart had a bone to pick with him. But, it was still amusing to watch their alliance crumple apart.
So, much to Octane’s shock, Walter didn’t stop her. He moved his hand up higher, poking between his ribs, while Ramya found every ticklish nerve along his sides.
“Wahahahalter! Dohohohohn’t lehehehet hehehr dohohoho thihihihs!” He pleaded. He tested the man’s grip, a foolish thing to do with his metal arm, and was only answered with a smirk.
“Nah, I feel she’s justified, mate.” Fuse chuckled, swiping all of his nails down his ribcage before he pinched at each one. “Sure ain’t off the hook, but I don’t blame her for wanting a lil revenge of her own.”
“WHAHAHAT?!”
Octavio couldn’t believe what he was hearing; for starters, he didn’t act alone! But most importantly, Fuse didn’t even see what Ramya did before he got there. He opened his mouth to protest, but he let out a screaming laugh instead when the modder scribbled her fingers along his tummy.
“Besides,” Ramya grinned, spidering her nails into the sides of his stomach, where he seemed to be especially ticklish. “The whole thing was your show anyway, right?”
“NAHAHAHA! THAHAHAT’S SUHUHUHCH BULLSH--AH!”
All of a sudden, Fuse dragged him to the floor, with Rampart following immediately after. He did this for two reasons; one, to make it easier for Ramya to join in on the fun. And two, to make sure she didn’t get accidentally kicked. Octavio’s legs had been moving a mile a minute, maybe faster, and Walter knew for a fact that one blow from those could cause a serious injury. With Walter keeping Octavio’s arms pinned and Ramya taking a seat on his waist, the speedster was royally screwed. The explosives expert went back to pinching at each of his ribs, while Ramya honed in on the area just above his belly button.
“SAHAHAHAHA! SHEHE--SHEHEHE STAHAHARTED IHIHIHT!” Octane whined. He was referring to what happened before he’d tickled Ramya, but was laughing too hard to elaborate. And, he wasn’t even being tickled on his worst spot. Not yet, anyways. Ramya grinned a smug grin and wriggled a finger back into his belly button.
“Pfft, don’t get shy now, mate! You were mouthin’ off about how great this prank of yours was.” She chided. She made sure to get in deep, twisting her finger around like a screwdriver, and the speedster howled with laughter. She glanced at Fuse, still grinning. “You shoulda heard him. He said, and I quote ‘that’ll go down as the best prank I’ve pulled! Hell, maybe the best one in the Outlands!’”
“I DIHIHIHD NOHOHOHOT!”
Now she was twisting his words! Octavio’s legs drummed against the floor as he flopped against the floor. He felt Fuse getting closer to his armpits, and he felt a deep seated panic in the pit of his stomach.
“WAITWAITWAIT! POR FAHAHAVOR, WAHAHAIT!” He pleaded, his entire body tensing up. Fuse, and surprisingly Rampart, both obliged. He breathed heavily, still giggling, especially when Walter flexed his fingers just underneath where his armpits started. “Plehehease dohohn’t tickle my armpihihits. Ramya’s twisting what I said, but I prohohomise I wohohon’t dohoho it AGAHAHAIN---”
Rampart didn’t let him finish; she ducked and blew a raspberry right in the center of his stomach. Octavio shrieked, making both Ramya and Walter laugh, and Walter dug underneath his left arm anyway.
“Oh, I doubt that very much.” Fuse smirked, spidering his nails from one side of his armpit to the other. “Especially comin’ from you. You’re the very essence of trouble.”
“Sure is.” Rampart chimed in, blowing another raspberry over his belly button. Octavio’s cackles filled up the entire workshop. He writhed in Walter’s hold, and bucked his hips as Ramya kept on blowing on his stomach. But despite his struggling, he couldn’t move away from the tickles, and it really tickled.
“NOHOHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” He screeched, laughing even harder as Fuse dug deeper into his hollows. Now, he was focusing on the center of his armpits, while Ramya dug her thumbs into his hips and waist. “POHOHOHOR FAHAHAHAVOR! I WOHOHOHOHN’T DOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHT!”
“Nah, I’ll have to think it over. Your track record says otherwise.” Walter insisted. He jumped to the speedster’s right armpit, earning another squeal, and used two fingers to scritch along the length of the spot. Octavio threw his head back; his right armpit was more sensitive than his left one, and he strained to pull his arms down.
“NONONOHOHOHOHO! I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!” He pleaded, struggling with a renewed sense of energy. Fuse arched a brow; this time, he wasn’t even tickling that hard, and it seemed like Octavio wanted to pull his arm out of its socket, if it meant it went down.
“Oh, c’mon, I’m barely touchin’ ya!” Fuse scoffed, poking his uppermost rib before he returned to the armpit. Ramya looked up from what she was doing; she thought the plonker’s stomach was his worst spot, but it looked like she was missing out on the real action!
“Yeah, he’s really laughin' up a storm, ain’t he?”
That’s all Octane heard before he felt Ramya scoot up his waist, and bury her fingers into his left armpit. This next scream left him hoarse, and after that, all he could do was laugh and laugh. One hand on his armpits was bad; two were arguably unbearable.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Octavio’s pleading finally gave way to hysterics as he kicked his legs against the ground. Walter opted for light, quick scratching along his right armpit. But Ramya was jabbing and poking all over the left one, so he couldn’t get used to either sensation. The tickling went on for a good five minutes; after that, Walter decided to ease up on the kid. His laughter had gotten silent, and he didn’t wanna kill him.
“Alright, let’s give him a breather, ay?” Fuse stopped tickling him and gently nudged Ramya’s hand away. Rampart pouted; she was having a blast, but air was kind of important, and it looked like Octane needed a bunch of it.
“Fine. Can’t have people dyin’ in here anyways. It’s bad for business.” She responded, snickering. She lightly ran her nails down Octavio’s tummy a few times before climbing off of his legs. Octavio snickered and panted, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took.
“Bohohohth of yohuhu suck…” He complained, moving to pull his arms down…only to realize that Fuse hadn’t let go. Fuse grinned and looked down at the still-pinned speedster.
“Oh, ya think so? That’s alright, cause I never said I was lettin’ you go just yet.”
It didn’t take very long for Octane to regenerate stamina, but all of that air he worked to bring in left him in one loud gasp.
“No, doOOOHN’T--”
Walter poked his side, making him yelp, and he chuckled. “Hey, I was crystal clear! I said a breather. What, you thought you’d get off that easy?”
Rampart blinked, not expecting the turn of events, but she was more than happy to continue. She plopped back down onto his legs, pressing her fingertips into his ribs, and wiggled away.
“Nohohoho guhuhuhys! I’m sohohohohorry!”
Octavio’s apology fell on deaf ears; ole Fusey was bright eyed and bushy tailed, so he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
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Requests Open
For the time being, I'm reopening requests. I know I haven't posted anything in a while, but that's more so from a lack of time and not a lack of ideas. I unfortunately won't have time for tickletober this year, but I hope to wrap up what I do have by the end of the year.
Here's the list of fandoms I'm in for reference.
Thanks and take care ☕
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40 followers celebration
I know I posted something at 3am thanking you all for 40 followers, but I really wanted to come up with something to celebrate. I don’t know if I did or said anything for 25 followers, but I keep thinking that if I had 40 people in my house, that’d be a ton of people. So, since I’m really happy to have made it to the milestone, and I’m feeling festive, this is what I think would be fun:
A matchup game! I didn’t come up with this myself, I came across the idea while looking up a way to celebrate. Basically, you’d send me whatever you’re comfortable telling me about yourself (like favorite hobbies, personality, likes/dislikes, etc.) and I’ll write a mini fic featuring you and the character I’d pair you with. The fic can be tickle themed or not, just lemme know which you’d prefer :D. This can be for any of the fandoms I have listed here; just know that if it’s for Marvel, I’m behind in the movies/tv shows so I don’t know anything about the more recent characters or the ones from the TV series. Apex Legends is my main squeeze, but I should be fine if the Marvel character is from this list.
So yeah, I thought this would be a fun way to celebrate and get to know you all, and maybe make something more personalized. Some anons I recognize, others I’m still getting to know. I’ll also make a special tag for these if anyone wants to participate so they stand out from other fics on the blog. Anyways, thanks so much for 40 followers. 🤩
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Could you do a mirage x reader?
Hi! I'm so sorry this is late. I hope you like it. It's based off of the first reader insert fic I did.
Made You Look
Mirage finds out that you’re ticklish through your interactions with Octane, and he’s the last person you’d want to know about it. You can’t shake his playful gaze, and it gets worse the more you try to ignore it. You’re smart enough to avoid getting caught alone with him. At least, you thought you were. The Mirage that you’re looking at is a decoy; the real one is behind you.
Hot pizzas and cold drinks were an awesome way to wind down after a long week. At least, that’s what Mirage thought. After giving the delivery driver a generous tip, he brought the food into the ship’s common room and set it down on the table. That’s when he heard it: a high pitched yelp, followed by a crash and more screaming. Usually, that wasn’t a concerning thing to hear on the ship. When chaotic Legends, like Octane, Rampart, or even Fuse were all put together in one space, loud noises became a regular occurrence. In a way, it became normal.
But the scream he heard wasn’t normal. It sounded like someone had fallen, or they were under attack. Elliott frowned; now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen Revenant lately…
Taking a breath, he ventured towards the noise. What started off as screams actually ended up as laughter.
He raised a brow and poked his head into the next lounge room.“Look, I’m the last guy who’d wanna ruin anyone’s fun, but…WHOA!” Elliott jumped out of the way as you burst out of the room.
“MOVEMOVEMOVE!” You screamed as you dashed down the hallway.
You’d spent the last hour messing with Octavio, teasing him about losing his last game to you. The last thing you did set him off; you claimed that maybe he wasn’t as fast as he thought he was, threw his mask across the room, and booked it. Well, Octane had enough of your shenanigans, and he was next to come running out, hot on your heels. All Elliott saw was a green dash whiz past him.
“Get back here!” Octavio growled. He easily caught up with you and leapt forward, tackling you and sending both of you crashing to the ground. You screamed again, and Elliott hurried after the two of you.
“Hey, take it easy! Or, ya know, at least don’t kill each other!” He called, quickening his steps to catch up to you both. “We do enough of that in the…”
The trickster gaped at what he saw; you, pinned down under Octane, and him tickling the crap outta you. You beat at his hands as they danced all over your torso, filling up the hallway with your laughter.
“Still got jokes, amigo/a? Huh?” Octavio smirked, reaching underneath your arms and scratching away at your armpits. You arched your back, squealing.
“NOohohohohohohoho! Ah! Stahahahahahap!” You protested, further trapping his hands as you squeezed your arms against your sides. “It’s nohohohot a johohohke if it’s truhuhue!”
The speedster narrowed his eyes and pulled his hands free, trailing back down to your ribs and sides. You laughed even louder and writhed against the ground. “It’s not true, you had Che’s help! Too bad she’s not here to help you now, eh?” He answered, chuckling. He used his thumbs to knead at the spaces between the ribs and the fleshiest parts of your sides. You swatted at his hands again, cackling, and he pinned your wrists above your head. “Not that it would’ve mattered! You’re so slow, I could’ve walked and caught up to you.”
You pulled against his grip, your response lost within the laughter. If you hadn’t been laughing so hard, you would’ve noticed that Elliott was still standing there, now watching the scene with amusement. When he first met you, he flirted with you nonstop, claiming that he was simply giving you a warm welcome. But he had no idea that you were ticklish! He smiled and put his hands in his pockets, stepping over the two of you to get back to the main lounge.
“Ya know what, I’ll just let you two sort it out. Don’t take too long though! Pizza’ll get cold.”
Not even the promise of pizza was enough to quell Octane’s wrath. Your head snapped up to Elliott while you made futile attempts to free up your arms. “WAHAHAHAHAIT!” You screamed as Octavio clawed at your belly, making your laughter take on a desperate pitch. “DOHOHOHN’T LEHEHEAVE MEHEHE, ELLIHOHOHOHTT!”
“Huh?” Elliott turned around and cupped his ear, as if he couldn’t hear you. “What’d you say? Sorry, it’s hard to hear you over there, (Y/N). Tell me later!”
“NO—“ You called after him, but the trickster left, leaving you victim to Octavio’s tickle attack…
When you saw Mirage again, he had a steaming pizza in his hand, and you were red in the face from laughing so hard. Elliott leaned against the frame of the door, a smirk gracing his lips. “You kids having fun?”
Octane glanced up from what he was doing—presently going to town on your neck—and slapped on a massive smile, “Sí, and it seems like (Y/N) is having a blast too…” He drilled his thumb into your underarm, making you shriek.
Mirage set down the pizza and plopped down onto the couch, pulling free a slice and laying back and smiling at the scene. “I can tell! (Y/N) is being super loud!” He had to speak up to talk over your cackles.
Eventually, Octane released you and got up to join Elliott. He collapsed on the couch next to the trickster and snatched a piece of pizza from Mirage’s plate. The older man glared at the younger and turned his body to shield his food. You, on the other hand, were currently sprawled out on the floor, struggling to catch your breath. The smell of pizza was heavenly, but you could hardly move a muscle because you were so tired.
“Come on, compadre, get up!” Octane teased, stuffing his face with yet another piece—that was his fourth.
Thankfully, Elliott had made more than one and had gotten up to retrieve it when the daredevil ate half of the other one. Mirage got back from the kitchen and knelt beside you, poking you in the side. You violently twitched and curled into yourself, glaring daggers into the older man. He snickered and got back to his feet, returning to his spot on the couch.
“Just makin’ sure you’re still with us, buddy. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t check on you?” Elliott grinned. You scoffed and pushed yourself up into a sitting position. Maybe it was just you, but the trickster was giving you an awfully big smile. You’d even argue that it was too big.
“You’d be a better friend if you weren’t helping Octavio bully me.” You answered, giving Octane a side eye as you went to get some pizza. Octavio smirked and made a fake crying face at you, and you would’ve throttled him if you weren’t so tired. Mirage chuckled.
“I didn’t see any bullying! What I saw was perfectly innocent.” He argued. “Plus, it made you laugh.”
While you were getting your food, he swung his legs up on the couch. He elbowed Octavio. Octane flinched and gave him a strange look, watching him motion to you, to the couch, and then back to you. It took him a minute to realize what he wanted, but by the time you returned with your plate, Octavio had brought his legs up on the opposite side of the couch. Now, the only seat available to you was the one right next to Elliott.
Your eye twitched. You sat down beside the trickster, but leaned as far into the arm of the couch as possible. Maybe you’d be able to enjoy your food before it got cold. Well, Mirage left you alone for the first few bites. But then, he cozied up right next to you, trapping you between him and the couch. You peered wearily at him, taking small bites of your pizza. He didn’t do much, just sat there… smiling… watching… to say it made you slightly afraid is a monumental understatement. Eventually, you convinced yourself to just eat your food and ignore him, and you found yourself relaxing, just a smidge.
That’s all until you felt Elliott’s arm drape around your shoulders. You choked mid-chew and froze, staring up into that smug smile of his.
“So, (Y/N), when were you gonna tell me?” Elliott whispered into your ear, grinning wider as you fidgeted under his touch. By now, you were pretty much immune to the trickster’s charm, but that’s not why you were nervous. You knew what was coming, and everything about his actions told you that it was coming fast. Still, you were determined to play it cool. The other Legends hadn’t shown up for their pizza yet, so there was still hope.
“...Tell you what?”
You tried to appear uninterested while you took another bite of your pizza. But, Mirage was smarter than he let on. He moved his arm from your shoulders to your torso, squeezing your side. You yelped and went to jerk from the sensation, but Elliott held strong. Thankfully, Octavio had the tiniest attention span in the world, and was browsing his phone during the exchange.
“That you’re ticklish.” Elliott smirked. Instead of squeezing again, he gently stroked up your side, making you snicker. You held onto what was left of your food with one hand, trying to fend him off with the other one.
“I wahahsn’t gohohing to! Leheheave mehehe alohohne!” You whined. Mirage beamed and easily dodged your flailing hand, drumming his fingers at your rib cage.
“Nope! You can’t keep secrets from your greatest friend in the Outlands.” He laughed, jumping back to your side when you almost grabbed him. “It’s against the law. Should be, anyway.”
You squealed and sent the remnants of pizza flying, unable to successfully bat him away with one hand. The crust bounced off of Octavio’s head before it found the floor. Octane cringed and finally looked up from his phone. He glanced at the discarded pizza, then smirked at the scene beside him.
“Now you’re throwing food at me? That’s it!” Octane hopped across the couch so that you were now pinned between him and Mirage. You paled and went to push yourself off the couch.
“Nonono! I dihihidn’t---AH! ELLIOTT!”
The only response you got was a shit-eating grin as he jabbed you again in the rib. Then, while you were fighting off his hands, Octavio added to the chaos by squeezing your sides. Now you were really screwed. You screamed and shrieked, bucking around like a fish out of water. Both the boys couldn’t help but laugh; the sight of you thrashing around, making an assortment of sounds, was just too hilarious. Just before they could really tickle you, Pathfinder bounded into the lounge with Lifeline and D.O.C, bringing the tickle attack to a halt.
“Friends!” He greeted, cradling the drone like a baby. “I hope you saved enough pizza for us! I want to teach D.O.C. all about what my human friends eat so that he can grow up to be smart, like his daddy!”
Ajay let out an exasperated sigh. “Path, for the last time…D.O.C. ain’t ya kid. He’s mass produced…and ya ain’t gettin’ cheese all over my health drone!” She huffed, taking D.O.C. out of his arms. Path’s shoulders slouched and his monitor displayed a sad emoji; so, against her better judgment, she handed the drone back to him. “Ugh, fine…gwan get me a slice. But D.O.C. can only watch…understand?”
Path happily nodded and ran off to get the pizza. Ajay shook her head and finally turned to you, Mirage, and Octane. She blinked; you were still squished between them, and your face was red.
“(Y/N), ya alright?” The medic approached you, her eyebrows knit with concern. “Ya look…flustered.”
You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. The men dispersed with the biggest, smuggest grins on their faces, and it only made Che even more suspicious.
Lifeline’s presence made it possible for you to enjoy a full slice of pizza uninterrupted. Eventually, the other Legends poured into the room, drawn by the scent of food. Someone suggested turning on a movie. Surely with Ajay beside you, you’d be safe from Mirage and Octane’s antics, right?
Well, about halfway into the movie, Ajay excused herself to turn in for the night. The doctor was so tired from working in the medbay all day and couldn’t keep her eyes open. Octane, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still anymore and ran off to do something else. That left Mirage, Gibraltar, Horizon, and Wraith in your immediate vicinity. Dr. Somers was seated on your left and, because Lifeline left, there was a free seat to your right. You glanced at Mirage, hoping that he didn’t notice. But, not only did he notice, he gave you a cheeky grin as he got up and walked towards you.
You panicked, gathering the blanket Ajay had given you and bringing your legs up onto the couch. This didn’t deter the trickster, though; he marched right up to you and picked your legs up, moving them back onto the floor. You yelped in protest, earning a few stares, but Elliott just blinked at you innocently.
“What? This seat’s not taken, is it?” Elliott asked. He scooted as close as he could to you, going as far as pulling some of your blanket over himself. Now he was getting really cocky. You glared at him and wordlessly retreated towards Horizon. The last thing you wanted was to grace him with a response.
After that, it all went downhill. You weren’t even focusing on the movie anymore. All you could focus on was the slightest movement Elliott made as squeezed your knee underneath the blanket. You gasped and flinched.
“Stohop, Elliott!” You hissed between gritted teeth. You pressed a hand to your mouth, trying not to be loud, but the ticklish sensations along your knees made it extremely difficult. Elliott grinned and jumped to your hip, kneading the bone between his fingers.
“I’m not doing anything.” He whispered, extending his arm out to continue tickling as you squirmed away. You bit on your fingers, your snickers getting louder as you kicked at him. Wraith peered over at the two of you, distracted by the commotion, and she frowned.
“Elliott, (Y/N), knock it off.” She demanded. She sat up from her lounging position and glowered. “We can’t hear the movie with you making noise.”
You blushed and, after elbowing Mirage in the side, murmured an apology. You snatched the blanket away from him and laid against the astrophysicist’s arm. Dr. Somers looked at you and gave you a warm smile. She affectionately patted your hand and went back to watching the movie. There was a lull in the movie, and combined with the comforting presence of Horizon, you finally relaxed.
Unbeknownst to you, the trickster scooted back over to you ever so slowly, and snuck one hand underneath the blanket. One poke to your stomach made you scream, startling everyone in the room.
“...You good, bruddah?” Gibby asked, pausing the movie. All eyes were on you and you nodded frantically, blushing bright red.
“Y-Yeah! Sorry, I just…” You leered at the trickster and climbed off of the couch. “I, um…my leg’s cramping, that’s all. I’m just gonna get more popcorn.”
You retreated from the room as fast as you could. You hurried into the kitchen and buried your face into your hands.
Dammit, Elliott. You’re such an ass. You ran your hands through your hair a few times and took a deep breath. Then, as if the universe was against you, you heard footsteps behind you. You cringed; maybe it was Horizon? Wraith?
Nope, it was Elliott. At least, you thought it was. There was more than one way to get to the kitchen, and the trickster sent in a decoy after you.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Let me help you get the popcorn!” He offered. He stepped closer to you, smirking. “It’s on a high shelf, easier if I get it for you.”
An idea popped into your head; if he wanted to pester you so badly, maybe you could give him a taste of his own medicine! You stepped aside and gestured towards the cabinet containing the popcorn, “After you!”
The trickster flashed you a smile and strutted over. You waited for the perfect moment before launching an attack. You gleefully reached for his sides…only for your hands to phase through his torso. You stared in bewilderment; even as the decoy faded away from existence, you remained standing, staring at your hands. You were so enthralled with the notion of being bamboozled, you didn’t hear the rapid footsteps coming up behind it. It was the sensation of fingers squeezing your sides and the shriek leaving your throat that snapped you back to reality.
You lunged forward in an attempt to escape from Elliott. You whirled around, arms wrapped protectively around your torso. Mirage rapidly approached you, mirroring your retreating steps with his own. “You really thought you could pull a fast one on me?” He laughed. He extended his arms out and stretched them towards you with wiggling fingers. “ The good looking, perfectly handsome, king of bamboozles?”
You held up your own arms as a response, frantically looking around for an escape route. “Uh, you commented about your looks twice…” You mentioned, desperate not to get walked back into a corner.
Mirage grinned. “That’s because I’m that handsome. Anyway, back to you…” A mischievous smile spread across his face and, out of nowhere, he launched forward.
No amount of flailing or backpedaling away from him helped to protect you. He jabbed you in the ribs again, again, and again. Eventually, you were reduced to a squealing mess on the floor—your knees had given out, making you tumble to the ground. Mirage followed you to the ground, hovering over you, and pulled your arms off of your torso. He held them away from you with one hand, his other hand poking and prodding your stomach. You immediately burst out laughing, the ticklish jolts crashing onto you like a tidal wave.
“NOHOHOHOHO! GEHEHEHET OFF!” You screamed, not even caring if the others heard you at this point. Smirking, Mirage vibrated his hand across your stomach and ended up on your sides, where he repeatedly pinched them.
“Nope! There can only be one trickster around here, and that’s me.” He answered. You laughed even harder and arched your back, but Elliott easily stayed in place. “So I guess someone has to teach you a lesson! That someone being yours truly, of course.”
“WHAHAHAHAHAHT?!” You drummed your legs on the floor as he fluttered his nails against your rib cage. “Yohohuhu cahahn’t behehe seheherious! I dihihihdn’t dohohoho anythihihihng!”
Mirage joined in on your laughter. He slowed the tickling down to gentle strokes along each rib bone, giving you an opportunity to breathe.
“You totally did! First, you hid the super awesome secret that you’re ticklish from me. Me, of all people! And just now, you tried to bamboozle me!” He insisted, now poking at the spaces between each bone. You snickered and twisted your torso around. “That is unaccess—unac—I won’t stand for it!”
The trickster found a sensitive rib on each side of your rib cage, making you squeal. You pulled at your arms, testing his grip, but they didn’t move an inch. “Thahahat’s nohohot truhuhue!” You yelped. Although you were partially lying, you hadn’t been hiding anything! If anything, this was exactly why you didn’t tell him about how ticklish you were. “I wahahahasn’t—ah!”
Elliott suddenly jumped to the crook of your neck and scritched away. You sputtered and threw your head around, trying to trap his fingers, but all he had to do was switch to another side. You giggled madly and tried to protest, which only encouraged him to tickle even faster.
“Stahahahaha!” You whined. Mirage snickered, amused by your squirming, and he ducked his head down towards you.
“Aw, don’t you sound adorable! Try again, buddy, I don’t know what you’re saying!” He teased, beaming as your cheeks turned red. You glared at him, or at least tried to. Your eyes were tearing up from how hard you were laughing.
“Stahahahahap tihihihickling mehehehe!” You yelled, finally managing to squish his hand between your neck and shoulder. You panted, your eyes darting from him to his hands. Mirage made a dramatic look of realization while tapping his fingers against your neck.
“Oh, stop tickling you?” He repeated, wiggling his hand free from your neck. You didn’t answer, watching his hand slowly drop towards your torso. He rested a hand on your side and chuckled as you tensed up. “And miss out on these cute widdle giggles? No way!”
Instead of tickling your side, he walked his fingers across your stomach. You gasped loudly and arched your back, frantically pulling against his grip.
“NO! Ehehelliott, plehehease…” You pleaded. Elliott looked at you and gave a cheeky smile.
“Bad spot?” He asked, curiously pinching the side of your stomach. You responded by hollering and recoiling to the side. He did it again, just for fun, and laughed as you kicked at the ground. “Wow, I guess it is! Okay, (Y/N), since I’m the nicest guy in the Outlands…”
He held his hand just above the spot, wiggling his fingers in the air. You pinched your eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable…but nothing happened. It wasn’t until you opened your eyes and looked up at Elliott’s grin that filled you with dread.
“I’ll give it lots of tickles, just for you!”
“NO ELLIOTT!”
The trickster released your arms and dug both of his hands into your tummy. You screamed out a laugh and flailed at his hands, unable to get a good grip on them. Although you were laughing hysterically, Elliott got tired of you grabbing his hands, so he scooped both of yours back into his own.
“Here, since you clearly wanna hold my hand..” He teased, putting them over your head as he continued his assault on your tummy. Your cheeks burned red as you threw your head back, howling.
“STAHAHAHAHAHA!” You yelled. You flopped against the floor in hysterics but, instead of stopping, Elliott went back to those dreaded pinches that drove you up the wall. By the time someone finally came into the kitchen, your laughter was silent.
“..I think they’ve had enough, Elliott.” Came Wraith’s voice from the kitchen’s entryway. She stepped further into the room and approached the two of you. Luckily, she didn’t seem as annoyed as before. Elliott looked up, slowing his attack back down to gentle stroking.
“Aw, c’mon, Renee! We’re having fun!” He replied, mixing in a couple of pinches along with the gentle tickles. You hiccuped and twitched, clearly exhausted. Renee now stood right next to you, nudging the trickster with her foot.
“Elliott.”
Elliott groaned and withdrew his hands. “Alright, alright! I’ll stop.” He conceded. He let your hands go and crawled away to give you some space. This seemed to satisfy Renee enough, so she left the room after Mirage gave no indication that he’d pounce again. After a good ten minutes, you finally pushed yourself up into a seated position.
“Ugh…you suck.” You groaned, cautiously taking his hand when he offered it to you. Mirage snickered.
“Hey, that’s what happens when you try to trick me! Oh, and keep secrets, can’t forget about that.” He grinned. “But look, I think we can put all of this behind us after I get you that popcorn! Whaddaya say?”
“...Extra butter and make it snappy.”
For once, Elliott listened, and he made a big bowl of popcorn for you to share. Horizon and Gibby gave you small, knowing smiles once you two returned to the room, but you were too tired to notice. You were also too tired to enjoy any of the popcorn, finding sleep a much more appealing option. And Mirage made certain that when you fell asleep, your head ended up on his shoulder.
#apex legends#apex legends tickle fic#mirage#octane#octane apex legends#octavio silva#mirage apex legends#elliott witt#ticklish!reader#mirage x reader#ler!mirage#lee!reader
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ahh great tysm! could i request a lee!octane x ler!reader where octane is blasting loud music from his room and won’t turn it down so the reader tickles him to get him to shut it off, and it ends up in a whole tickle fight between the two? thanks!!
Turn Down For What!
You are a new support Legend to join the Apex Games and are scheduled for a variety of lessons with the veterans of the game. Combat training was difficult enough, but you managed to get through it to Bangalore’s satisfaction. Now, it was time for another important lesson: picking your teammates up when they fall. Lifeline shows you the proper technique for reviving squadmates, but the lesson is interrupted by loud, blaring music coming from Octane’s room. You’d only met the speedster once or twice; he never sat still long enough to have a full conversation. You offer to go to his room to ask him to turn the music down, but not before Ajay sees you off with an interesting tidbit about him.
“Ajay…”
You cast an uncertain look at the combat medic beside you, holding the resuscitation syringe in a shaky hand. The MRVN was knelt down in front of you, animating the bleeding out effect, which only made your hands that much shakier. “I can’t...they’re gonna die…”
Lifeline shook her head and put a firm, yet comforting hand on your shoulder. “They won’t if yuh help ‘em. Remember what I told yuh to do?”
You frowned and met her eyes again, but she wasn’t backing off. So, you didn’t have a choice but to get close to the robot and help them onto their back. That was the first step. Then, you made sure that their arms were extended out by their sides to jab them with the serum. You hesitated; wouldn’t that hurt them?
Probably less than dying would. You thought, flinching a little bit when the combat medic squeezed your shoulder, urging you on. You pursed your lips and brought your hand down in one swift motion to inject the serum. At first, the MRVN flinched and reeled forward, but then they were able to grab your hand and stand up. Once they were on their feet, MRVN’s monitor flashed a smiley face, and you allowed yourself to breathe.
Lifeline smiled and nudged your arm. “See, what’d I tell ya, (y/n)? Yuh a natural doctor yuhself.” She complimented. She handed the MRVN her healing drone and a shield battery. Then, she looked at you again, her gaze serious. “I ain’t gonna lie to ya, ya gonna see a lot of bumps and scrapes once ya in the games. Even hesitatin’ for a second can determine whether ya get ya squad up or not.” She said, standing in front of you with her hands on her hips. “So you gotta get used to lookin’ at it.”
You sighed, shoulders slouching. “I know,” You admitted while rubbing the back of your neck. “I’ll get better at this.”
Lifeline scoffed. “‘Course ya are,” She answered matter-of-factly, making you arch a brow. When looked up, she was already handing you another syringe. “We gon’ keep practicing until ya feel comfortable.”
And that’s what you did. Ajay stayed by your side while you practiced reviving MRVNS. Over time, you felt more confident and got the robots to their feet more quickly. You gave the medic a huge smile, making her chuckle, but then she gestured to the robot in front of you. You looked at the MRVN, holding the syringe in a better grip, and moved to jab their arm. Well, that was until a loud guitar rift startled you, making you stick the syringe into the robot’s optic instead. The MRVN’s monitor flashed an exclamation point and you yelped, trying to correct the mistake.
“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to--”
Lifeline held up her hand and shook her head, sending her D.O.C. over to revive the robot instead. Then she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“I swear, one of these days, Silva…”
You looked at her curiously and cocked your head to the side. “Who?” You asked. Although you had an inkling about who she was talking about, you’d never learned the Legend’s real name. He wasn’t an easy man to get a hold of.
“Octavio Silva. But ya might know him better as Octane,” Ajay explained, having to raise her voice over the music. “Boy’s gon lose his hearin’, playin’ music that loud.”
The MRVN handed the syringe back to you, and you gave it back to the medic. You had to admit, the music was really loud. You wouldn’t be surprised if the entirety of the Outlands could hear it. “I can ask him to turn it down,” You offered, putting your hands in your pockets. “That way we can continue with the lesson.”
Lifeline chuckled and shook her head. “O’s as stubborn as it gets, but if ya want to try, go ahead.” She said, nodding in the direction of his room. An idea came to her just before you could leave the medbay, and she called your name, making you turn around. “(Y/N), in case he refuses to turn it down, there’s somethin’ ya can do…”
What Ajay told you made you grin, and that grin stuck even as you approached the speedster’s door. Who knew that the fastest, most daring Legend in the Apex Games was ticklish? Welp, you did, now! You knocked on the door, not really expecting a response, but you thought it’d be polite to do it anyway. Octavio never came, most likely from not hearing it, so you let yourself in. You flinched, the sounds hitting you like tidal waves, which made you cover up your ears. In the center of the room, the adrenaline junkie was hopping from jump pad to jump pad, practicing trick shots in time with the music. You cleared your throat and called out to him.
“Octavio? Octavio!”
No luck. You rolled your eyes and walked towards him. That mischievous grin tugged at the corner of your lips as you got close, but you’d need to wait for him to land before you could get him. After another bounce, he landed back on the floor, which gave you the opportunity to tweak his side. Octane cried out and jumped away from the sudden touch. He whirled around and faced you, holding his arm against his side.
“Uh...hola? You need something?”
Since he wasn’t wearing his mask, you could read his lips, but you’d prefer to hear him. You pointed to your ears and shook your head. Octane obliged by turning his speakers’ volume down a tiny bit.
“Make it quick, I gotta get these clips uploaded so I can edit them.” Octane urged. He turned off the camera on his desk and turned to you again. His eyebrows rose. “Wait, we’ve met before. You’re new around here, right?”
You nodded, raising your voice a bit since the music was still loud. “Yeah, I’m (Y/N). We spoke a few times on the dropship.”
“Right! Well, I’m kinda in the middle of something, so we’ll have to hang out later.” Octavio chuckled, cranking his speakers back up to full volume. You flinched and hurried beside him to turn it back down.
His head snapped over to you and he grabbed the speaker. “What’re you doing?” He exclaimed, holding it just out of your reach. You huffed and tried to take it back from him. Octane, however, was much taller than you.
“It’s too loud, Octavio! Can’t you just turn it down a little--”
“Psh, no! I’m listening to this.”
You groaned and hopped up towards the speaker, missing it by inches. “Half of the ship is listening to it! Just turn it down, please?” You insisted. Instead of complying, Octane put the speaker on a shelf that was far out of your reach, and you weren’t skilled on using his jump pads yet. You narrowed your eyes and poked his side again, making him gasp.
“I’ll turn it down in a sehehecond!” He snapped, making a poor attempt at stifling his chuckles. You poked him again, making him yelp and make a grab for your hands, which you dodged by jabbing him in the stomach instead. “Stohop! Why ahare you poking me?”
You smiled and held out your hands, wiggling your fingers tauntingly. “Because Ajay told me that you weren’t gonna turn it down, and that I can tickle you if you refuse!” You chirped. Your smile turned into a cheeky grin when the speedster wrapped an arm against his torso, which only encouraged you to get closer. “So let me ask you again, Octavio, will you turn the music down?” You arched an expectant brow at him and managed to back him into a corner. The speedster shook his head, poised to defend himself.
“NooOOOO---”
That’s all you needed to hear to lunge at him. He managed to catch you and hold you by the arms before you could knock him over. You, however, had combat training with Anita earlier in the day, and you put that training to good use. You stuck your leg out and hooked it around his, pulling it towards you. This made him lose his balance and fall like a sack of potatoes. You cheered victoriously, shaking his hands off, and worked to get his arms pinned down.
Octavio grunted and pushed your shoulders, unknowingly freeing up the sweet spot that Lifeline mentioned. “Stop! Seriously, I have things to doOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! NO! GEHEHET OHOHOHFF!”
You’d buried your hands underneath his arms and wiggled your nails along his armpits. He slammed his arms against his sides and burst out laughing. Now, you weren’t sure which was louder: him, or the music.
“I know you have stuff to do!” You laughed, drilling your nails into the center of the armpits. He responded by arching his back and letting out another scream of laughter. “At the top of your list should be turning down the music...right?”
“I’M NOHOHOHT TUHUHURNING IHIHT DOHOHOHWN!” The speedster fired back. He hugged his arms even tighter against his sides when you tickled at an even faster pace. He even made the attempt to buck you off, but you were straddling his waist, and just had to lean forward to counter his weight. You narrowed your eyes and opened your mouth to respond, but were interrupted by something thumping at your waist. You looked down at your belt and beamed; you still had some medical tape on you, courtesy of Lifeline. Your hands were trapped by his arms though, and you only had one way to free them.
In one swift motion, you ducked down and blew a raspberry into Octavio’s exposed stomach. He writhed against the floor, laughing even harder, but he still didn’t loosen his hold on your hands.
“AAAH! STAAHAHAHAHAHAP! DOHOHOHOHN’T TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!” He demanded through his fits of laughter. He squealed when you blew another one, just above his belly button, and bucked his hips repeatedly. “DOHOHOHOHOHN’T!”
“Huh?” You glanced up at him and cocked your head to the side. He panted heavily, a grin still etched onto his face, which only made you smirk. “Sorry, I missed what you said. What don’t you want me to do?”
The speedster was still plagued by giggles and had to reel them in before answering you. “I sahahaid stohohop tihihickling mEEEEE--”
Instead of letting him finish, you took a deep breath and blew a huge raspberry over his belly button. Octane bucked violently and shrieked, the wild laughter immediately following suit.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”
His laughter was contagious and you found yourself laughing along with him. “Oh, were you still talking?” You teased, wiggling your trapped fingers back against his armpits. He cried out with laughter and kicked his metal legs against the floor, prompting you to tickle even faster. Finally, he released your hands during another attempt to push you away. Then, like clockwork, you seized his wrists with one hand and held them above his head. He yelped and squirmed, protesting the entire time, but his fate was sealed...literally. You’d managed to tape his wrists down on the floor and clapped your hands together.
“There, that’s better!” You smiled, putting your hands out in front of you. You wiggled your fingers again and snickered when he paled. “Now, where were we?”
For someone used to moving at trailblazing speeds, everything happened so fast for Octavio. One minute, he’s vibing with his music and jump pads, and now he’s pinned on the floor, laughing his head off? You’d already confirmed that all of this was basically Lifeline’s doing, and she was well overdue for some good ole revenge.
Hermana, you are so dead. He seethed, snapping out of his thoughts when your hands lowered towards his armpits. He panicked; now wasn’t the time for plotting. He had to get away!
“No, no, no! Wait, (Y/N)! Dohohon’t tickle my armpits, plehehease!” He pleaded, preemptively giggling and trying to curl in on himself. You grinned and held your hands so that they were just touching his armpits, sending ticklish jolts up and down his arms. “I juhst wahahant to listen tohoho my music!”
“I never said you couldn’t! I just need you to turn it down.” You repeated, pressing your fingertips into the exposed pits. He squealed and arched his back as high as he could, making you laugh again. “You gonna do it or what?”
Octavio blabbered out something, attempting to bargain with you, but that’s not what you were there for. You tsked and gently scritched circles around each armpit. As much as you wanted to dig into them, you wanted to drag this out as long as possible. The speedster snorted, giggling uncontrollably, and uselessly pulled against the tape.
“Ahahahahaha! Nohohoho, por fahahavor!” He yelped, bucking his hips when you poked at the center of the armpits. You squealed, almost losing your balance, but then you sat back on his waist and continued the gentle scratching. “Lehehet mehehe lihihisten to my music!”
“Will you turn it down?”
Octane’s head snapped up to you; you were stubborn. If he wasn’t giggling up a storm, he’d tease you about Ajay rubbing off on you already. He shook his head and yelped again when you grabbed his sides. You pinched them, making the poor man yip and snicker, and earned a bark of laughter when you stroked along his rib cage.
“Iiii—heheheheh--nohohoho I wohohon’t!”
“Wrong answer~.” You sang, swiping your nails against each sensitive rib. He arched his back, swearing in Spanish, only to fall back down and continue giggling.
“Stahahahahahahap!” He whined, tossing his torso from one side to the other, which didn’t do anything to stop you. You ignored the plea and scratched up higher, teasing his center most ribs, which made him gasp and kick. “AH! Noohohoho nohohoho, nohohot thehehere!”
“Not where?” You asked innocently, opting to poke at the ribs on either side. You alternated the pokes to keep him guessing and giggled at his high pitched squeaks.
“THEHEHERE!” He yelled when you suddenly honed in on his ribs and scribbled along them like there was no tomorrow. He tried to flip onto his side, buck you off, anything to get you to stop tickling. But you easily kept up with all of those fruitless attempts. “AHAHAHAH!”
You smirked, pressing your fingertips into the spot. You drew little circles into his skin, laughing when he threw his head back. “Here?” You repeated, fluttering the tickles from one side of his rib cage to the other. He nodded frantically, drowning in desperate giggles, but you pressed on.
“Oh,” You continued, still smirking. “Cause I was sure you meant here…”
You walked your fingers up towards his armpits at a slow, slooow, pace. Octavio jolted and squirmed violently, his protests lost in his laughter, and his wrists straining against the tape’s hold. He was basically cackling by the time you got to where his armpits started, but you didn’t attack yet. You just held your hands there, snickering at the panicked laughter pouring out of him already.
“What’re you laughing for?” You grinned, flexing your fingers, but still not moving. Octavio screamed, arching his back, only to fall victim to another fit of giggles.
“Plehehehehease…” He begged. He held his arms rigidly and met your eyes, which just made you smile more.
“Please what? I’m not doing anything, Octavio.”
He groaned and opened his mouth to respond, but you didn’t let him. Instead of attacking both armpits, you only attacked his right one, while your free hand scratched at his sensitive stomach. Octavio’s eyes bugged out and his desperate giggles spiked to loud, hard laughter.
“NOO--AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAHAHAHAY!”
You perked up while dragging a finger around his belly button. He screamed again and thumped his head against the ground, wildly shaking his head. “Okay?” You repeated, dipping your finger inside his belly button and scratching around. The wail of laughter initially startled you, but you kept on scratching anyway. “Okay what?”
“I’LL TUHUHUHRN IT DOHOHOHWN! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” He yelled. He sucked in his stomach and drummed his legs back against the floor the more you kept scratching. You grinned, feeling triumphant...but you were having too much fun to stop!
“Yeah? You promise?” You chuckled, jabbing a finger into his right armpit while you continued to tickle his belly button. He flinched and nodded over and over, finally falling into hysterics, and then silent laughter when you dug into both armpits. You slowed down the tickling to give him the opportunity to breathe.
“Y-Yehehehes...I prohohohmise…” He panted. You didn’t notice that the tape holding his wrists down was coming undone, so you felt perfectly comfortable in pushing your luck. You took your hands off of him and brought a hand up to your chin, pretending to think.
“Hmm, alright, Octavio. I guess that’s good enough,” You began, putting your hands down at either side of him. Octane breathed a sigh of relief, believing that you were about to climb off of his waist, but you pinched his hip bones instead. He gasped and reeled to the side, but then you did it again, and again, and again, until he was snickering all over again.
“Hehehehehy! Whyhyhy ahahahre yohuhuh--” The speedster yelped when you used all ten fingers to tickle his belly. He cackled, but hadn’t fully recovered yet, so he didn’t have as much energy to squirm. “WHYHYHYHY TIHIHIHCKLE MEHEHE AGAHAHAIN?!”
“Because it’s fun!” You laughed, ducking down to blow another raspberry over his belly button. Octavio howled and laughed even harder. “Haha, Ajay was right. You are way too ticklish for your own good.”
Now he had two people to get revenge on. And, through a stroke of luck, he was about to serve you your just desserts. Why?
Because when he arched his back to try to get you off of his stomach, the tape split with a resounding riiiiip. You froze, looking up towards the sound, and gasped loudly.
“Oh shit--”
Octavio having his hands freed gave him a burst of energy, and he used that energy to take you down. He sat up and grabbed your arms, making you swear again, and you pushed your shoulder into his chest.
“No! No no, truce! AHHH--!”
Octane far outmatched you in terms of strength, and he easily wrestled you to the ground. He pinned your arms underneath his legs and immediately went for your sides.
“Oho, not funny anymore, is it?” The speedster ridiculed, his wiggling fingers a blur as he scratched up and down your sides. You let out a screaming laugh and tried to sit up, but he was too heavy.
“NOHOHOHOHO!” You hollered, arching your back when he reached under your shirt and scritched at your bare stomach. “AHAHAHA! STOHOHP! I WAHAHAHS KIHIHIHIHDDING!”
Octavio scoffed and used one of his hands to dig into your left hip, continuing to tickle your belly. “Well, I’m not! I’ll show you what happens when you tickle me, amigo/a!” He quipped, snickering when you threw your torso against the ground. He kept switching spots at an alarmingly fast pace: your stomach, hips, sides, even knees. It didn’t give you a chance to resist the sensation and kept you guessing as to where he’d strike next...which proved to be pretty difficult.
“OCTAHAHAHAVIO!” You shouted, the panic dropping on you when he honed in on two of your worst spots: your knees and your stomach. You shrieked and kicked your legs against the floor, which was annoying him, so he opted for laying over your legs to hold them down. “PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHRRY!”
“Stop? Me?” The speedster snorted and alternated the squeezing along your knees. You howled with laughter and desperately pulled at your trapped wrists, but he wouldn’t budge. “Haven’t you heard, (Y/N)? There’s no breaks on the Octrain!”
When he reached under your knees to tickle the skin there, your laughter was louder than anything coming out of the stereo. Since your left knee seemed more sensitive than the right, he focused on that one exclusively, and reached behind him to poke at your stomach. It tickled so bad, and he wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. So, as a last resort, you decided to cry out for your mentor.
“AJAHAHAHAHY!” You shrieked, jerking to the side when he pinched at the top of your knees. “I NEHEHEED HEHEHEHLP!”
Octane cringed and stopped tickling you, glancing at the door. He half expected the doctor to be standing there, waiting to pounce, but she wasn’t. You breathed heavily and laid your head back on the ground, grateful for the distraction. While he wasn’t paying attention to you, you tested the grip he had on your arms, and were surprised to find that you could move them slightly. You took a breath and managed to pull one of them free before the speedster turned back to you. Without a second thought, you squeezed his side, making him yelp and topple over.
“AH! Noohohoho yohuhu dohohohn’t!” He laughed and gripped the free arm, forgetting about the other one until you pulled it free. You poked his ribs and hopped back on him, drawing out the tickle fight that much longer. Ajay could hear the commotion from the medbay, but all she did was smile and prepare for your next lesson.
I hope this was to your liking anon! This was my first reader insert fic. Please let me know with you think. If you don't like it, I can try to rewrite it.
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