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kkarmiic · 1 year

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*sneakily pulls a request* Could I have Mirage with a gn!reader who just really really wants to spend Valentines Day with him, but they're WAYY too scared to actually say it? So it's a lot of gift giving, compliments, and physical nudges (all while reader is freaking out internally) before someone finally makes the dumb trickster realize what reader wants?? Thank you so much, sorry if this is super specific and have fun with it!! <3

# ‘ OBLIVIOUS GN!READER WITH ELLIOT 'MIRAGE' WITT - VALENTINE'S SPECIAL

🫐 ‘CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: you want to spend valentines with your favourite trickster, however, he keeps missing all your signals.

+* genre: fluff

# 'warnings: miscommunication, alcohol mentions, slight angst

// authors note: don't apologize about it being specific! I had so much fun writing this! posted in time for valentines too!

Valentine's was close around the corner, about a week away, and you already had someone in mind. One Elliot 'Mirage' Witt. Before it was only a puppy crush, occasionally shooting him small smiles, wanting to hold his hand, however recently, it had spiralled, and you just fell harder and harder. Now, you couldn't get him out of your head but how could you just tell him you wanted to be his valentines? You couldn't! It was far too embarrassing, especially if he rejects you. After all, you wouldn't doubt there were more people than you wanting to be his date.

So instead, you formed a plan, one you weren't actually sure was going to work. Soon, you put your plan into motion, beginning with a sweet treat with a bakery you went to.

You found the perfect time to give it to him by going to the bar he works at for a late-night drink to 'unwind' and there he was, pouring drinks, as usual. And now there you were, with a box containing a singular salted caramel cookie.

"Mirage!" You waved, smiling at the trickster, who perked up at the sound of your voice, waving back as you took your seat.

"The usual?" He asked, already beginning to pour it. This is why you like him. He knew your favourite drinks, food, your fighting style, and he held open doors for you. Mirage was a true gentleman and you couldn't ask for anything more.

You simply hummed in response, retrieving the cookie from your bag, and placing it on the bar counter. "A gift."

Elliot was taken aback for a moment, almost over-pouring your drink, simply flicking his eyes between you and the treat, before sliding your drink to you and peering into the box.

"Oh... I hate this." He spoke at first, and your heart just sank before he laughed. "Just kidding! This is my favourite!" He practically beamed at you, and you returned the expression.

However, your interaction soon fleeted, his job doesn't end when you attempt to flirt with him, he still has other customers to attend to.

The second time you tried to gain his affection, was during a movie night you had with Octane, Mirage, and Crypto. Apparently gift giving wasn't the correct approach, it didn't work last time, maybe that wasn't the love language he liked to recieve.

You knew it was going to be a horror movie, that's what you had planned around. And you knew you were all going in your pyjamas. After all, your legend clothes would be so uncomfortable.

You were the last one to arrive, and they were waiting for you on the couch, a blanket folded neatly on the side.

Mirage's head turned, a soft smile forming on his face, again, as you walked in. Even if you didn't know it, Mirage enjoyed spending time with you, every time you walked into a room he was over the moon. Completely ecstatic with your presence.

"You look really good!" You spoke, even while not saying a name, you were looking directly at him, at his pretty hair, his pretty eyes, and the stubble that you could tell was freshly shaved. He was ever so pretty, he made the butterflies in your stomach erupt, and your heart feel like it was running a marathon.

You really liked him, no matter how many times you pushed your feelings away, or lived in denial, you liked him. No. You loved him. You loved Elliot Witt.

"Thankyou you too!" He remained with his peppy attitude, moving over so you could sit next to him, patting the empty space.

Everything was going exactly like you imagined, and so you sat there, listening to the idle chit chatter of the boys talking about the movie, and you'd occasionally come in with your own quip.

It wasn't until the jump scare where you really put your plan into motion. Your heart hammered and you yelped, practically jumping out of your seat. The position you ended up in? Your face in the crook of his neck, gripping onto his bicep.

"Fuck..." You muttered, letting out a laugh, hot breath on his neck.

"You alright?" He turned towards you, his smile even brighter than it was before. However, you still didn't let go of his arm, instead, tilting your chin up and looking into his eyes.

"Don't act like you didn't jump!" You teased, shaking your head, to which he mirrored your actions.

He took a moment to speak, laughing. "Nah! I wouldn't jump at such a ri- Uh.. Rid- Uh-.." He stammered, taking a moment to think before re-forming his sentence. "Stupid movie!" Mirage was obviously joking, and you couldn't help but notice Crypto staring at you from across the couch.

"Uh- Anyways." You spoke, fidgeting slightly, hands trembling as you asked him the big question.

"Do you want to.. hangout February fourteenth? You know.. Tuesday?" You looked up with hopeful eyes, shaking. You didn't specifically say Valentine's for a reason, at least this way, if called out, you'd have the benefit of the doubt. And you're so glad you did.

"Isn't that valentines day?" Mirage questioned, furrowing his brows, and your heart practically stopped.

You took a moment, acting confused for a moment. Playing dumb. "Oh? Is it? Hah." You tried to hide your disappointment. "Never mind." You slinked off of his arm, resigning yourself into the couch cushions, sitting in silence for the rest of the movie. Only laughing half-heartedly occasionally, you just hoped they couldn't tell.

You soon ended up in your room, legs tucked to your chest on your floor. You knew that he wouldn't like you. You knew it. So why did you get your hopes up? Idiot.

You stayed like that, curled in your room for a couple hours, just mulling over your feelings. It was sad, but there was nothing you could do now. Valentines was two days away, and Mirage, quite obviously wasn't interested in you. It was hopeless.

Sleep that night was restless, constantly waking up in a cold sweat from bad dreams, or the sheets being too hot. You were more tired after you woke up, than you were drifting off to sleep.

The next time you awoke, was not to your body temperature being unregulated or a bad dream, but instead to a knock on your door. It sounded awfully urgent and so you pulled yourself out of bed, body too groggy to even compute what was happening. That was until you saw who was there.

Mirage. That woke up you up far too quickly. Eyes as wide as saucers. He was sweaty, hair dishevelled and gasping for air.

"Fuck- Sorry. I probably don't... Look... Good right now." He spoke at last, and you moved to the side, inviting him in and shutting the door behind you.

However, you stayed silent, eyes on the ground, why was he running to you.

"Crypto told me you were trying to ask me out? For valentines?!" He seemed shocked at that statement, you didn't expect him to find out. It was awfully embarrassing and you couldn't even tell how he felt about you, about you trying to ask him out.

Before you could get a word in, he continued. "Is that true? Because- If it's... If it's true I'd really like to go out with you too!" And then you looked into his eyes, how hopeful they were, how he was like a puppy dog waiting on your answer, and you smiled.

"Yeah. It's true Eli." After a moment, he blinked once. twice. thrice and then grinned.

One step closer. Two. "Can I kiss you?" And you let him, let him melt into you, felt the butterflies erupt and your heart race, let him hold you, it's all you'd ever wanted.

Elliot 'Mirage' Witt, was officially your valentines.

POSTED BY: APOLLO

#mirage x reader #elliot witt x reader #apex legends x reader #mirage x male reader #mirage x gn reader #elliot witt x gn reader #apex legends x gn reader

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vip3r-r · 2 years

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Xiomara “Mara” Contreras (Vantage) HC

As promised some love for the new legend! Vantage HC!!! I love her very much she’s so cute

Ask are open so you can ask more!!

𖠌 Mara would make you a playlist with a bunch of songs she thinks you’ll like or reminded her of you! Such as Leave the Door Open by Mars and Anderson, Talk to you by Ricky Montgomery and Sunflower, Vol. 6 by Harry style

𖠌 She does love hard music! By that I mean Phonky trap by Suave Lee and songs like that

𖠌 She’s someone who can’t do small talks, she’s an awkward girl. So she prefers to stick by your side so she feels more relax and not awkward, you can simply fix her mess!

𖠌 Xiaomara writes a lot, I like to believe she has a special space in her notebook just for you! She writes the most cutest thing ever “y/n spent the night with me! It was the nicest sleep I had in days!” And “today I helped y/n with her sniper skills, we really didn’t spend much that on that but both activities were fun!

𖠌 Going back to what I said, if you do spend the night with Xiaomara, she WILL kiss you in the lips while you’re asleep.

𖠌 Likes cuddling with you and absolutely loves being the small spoon, she like the feeling of being hugged by her lover. She would probably say something like “this feels like home”

𖠌 She won’t mind if you don’t like being the big spoon, she likes both, it’s just that Mara needs that home feeling here and there

𖠌 Let’s say you end up being the small spoon, she MELTS whenever you move your fingers around her scars, she has a lot in her arms and will tell you the stories.

𖠌 Mara and Elliot have a strong “sibling” relationship! Whenever Mara couldn’t figure out the feeling in her chest, she went straight to Witt and asked what was wrong with her. He laughed so hard that day and told her she was in love, she dismissed it but the feeling was stronger every day so one day she confessed her feeling in a match.

𖠌 It was an accident really, there was a bomb and she wanted to protect you. Ended up hurting herself a lot but you were fine so she didn’t mind the damage “anything for you, team partner… that I really like…” she mumbled loudly which you simply couldn’t help but blush “oh? Well I really like you too” you said giving Xiaomara a med kit

𖠌 She had to explain it wasn’t a friendly “I like you” it was a more romantic one.

𖠌 It was a pretty nice day after that

𖠌 Mara is a crafty hunter just like her other legend friend, Bloodhound! She makes you the cutest gift ever, her most recent gift? A bracelet!

𖠌 But by the end of the day, she only wants to go home, be with her home.

#apex legends x reader #apex x reader #vantage #apex vantage #apex vantage x reader #vantage x reader #apex Xiaomara x reader #Xiaomara x reader #apex headcanons #apex legends headcanons #apex mirage #elliot witt #x gn reader #x reader

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 1 year

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you write so well for mirage omg!! I love your writing of him and I literally simp for him so much lol I will get on my hands and knees and BEG for some mirage x gn! reader where they're just wrestling and having fun until something slips from either of them saying their romantic feelings for the other PLEASE thanks if you do this request!!!

Training| Elliott "Mirage" Witt

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Reader: Gender netural | Mirage x Reader (romantic)

Warnings: none

Notes: Okay so I may have taken a scene from Daredevil and kinda drew inspiration from one of the romance scenes

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"You want to train with me?" Y/n asked, hands on their hips as they looked at Elliott.

They both stood in the training room's padded boxing ring; both dressed in their work out clothes: Y/n in loose clothing, joggers, and a tank top with Elliott in sweats and a tank top, shoes already off before stepping into the ring.

"Yeah, that a bad thing?" He asked.

Y/n's hands went from their hips to tucking into their inner elbows as they crossed their arms; "You think you can take me then?"

"Any day, any time."

Y/n laughed, "Oh really?"

"Yeah! Really!" Elliott argued, "Why think I can't take you?"

Y/n smirked, "Honest to whatever god is out there? No."

"Oh yeah?!" Elliott continued, "Well- I could!"

"Oh come on, be serious!" Y/n teased, "Do you know who I train with?"

"Yeah yeah, the murder bot!" Elliott waved Y/n off, "I could easily beat you- especially if a bag of bolts in a loin cloth can!"

"yeah? Fine." Y/n spoke, "who's down first loses, I win I'll tell Rev that you think he's just a- what was it? A bag of bolts in a point cloth, and if you win..."

"If I win you have to do the dishes at the bar and clean the grill."

"Done deal."

And they shook on it.

It was more fun than it was trying to win a bet. They circled each other for a good minute, Elliott throwing punches, Y/n dodging with ease, ending in Y/n grabbing Elliott's punch and throwing him back into the ring ropes. Elliott luckily caught himself before he could trip over himself and turned around the face Y/n again who just shrugged with a shit-eating smirk.

"You gotta try harder than that, Witt." Y/n fasely complained; "I thought this was meant to be difficult."

Elliott only came back fircer, Y/n dodging, they clearly pissing off their fellow legend. Y/n caught his punch again throwing Elliott, quick to throw Elliott behind them once more and-

SMACK

Y/n had smacked Elliott's ass, and hard too, "Been wanting to do that for a long time now. I can't help but touch the sweet cake, ya know?"

Elliott's face was red, but most noteably, his ears. He'd be lying if he said the ass smack wasn't welcomed. He turned back to face Y/n.

"B. Be serious!"

"I am." Y/n told the smirk on there face only got bigger, "I don't look serious to you Elliott?"

Elliott huffed in frustration. He rushed back at Y/n, who decided it was time to actually fight in Elliott's mind. Y/n grabbed another one of Elliott's punches. Elliott fought back this time: he refused to be fooled a third time and went for Y/n's legs. They quickly overstepped Elliott's sweep, and Y/n threw Elliot over there leg, catching him before he would loose his footing.

Something stopped Y/n. Maybe it was the way Elliott looked up and into their eyes. Or the desperate grip Y/n had on Elliott has on Y/n's wrist.

Y/n liked that.

The desperate grip.

The look in Elliott's chocolate brown eyes.

Y/n let go of Elliott's tank top, he hitting the the ground with a thud, Y/n's body following through, letting there hands support most of there weight.

It was silent, Elliott staring up at Y/n: neither seemed to blink as they stared another down.

"I like when you look at me like that." Y/n confessed out of the blue: Y/n's mind stuck in his chest next to there heart.

"U.Uh. l.l.like what...?" Elliott asked gulping down his nerves.

"Desperate." Y/n answered, "just like how you grabbed me to not drop you."

"I..." Elliott mumbled, "I...am..."

Y/n's head tilited in curiousity: Elliot could have laughed; he thought it was cute. Y/n looked down at Elliott's lips. Then, back up at Elliott in the eye.

It was quicker than anticipated, Elliott licked his lips subconsciously: Y/n leaned down to kiss him barely after Elliotts tounage retreated and Elliott's head came up to meet him half way. Desperation settled into content as Y/n rolled on there back; Elliot taking the top spot and laying across Y/n's bottom inbetween there legs.

Elliott pulled away for a moment: "I really wish I would of lost sooner."

Y/n chuckled, "You'd loose later too."

"No."

"Uh yeah you would."

"That a bet."

"You lost the first one."

Eliott rolled his eyes playfully, and Y/n chuckled once more.

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amourlyns · 3 years

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⠀ 「 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 」

⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕

✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀Elliot 〞Mirage 〞Witt + gn!reader

✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ Some nights are harder than others, you’ll always haunt his mind.

✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀ This is literally 2 am brainrot and I crave angsty Mirage. This was inspired by Come out and play by Billie Ellish! ➜ masterlist

✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀ Main character death Self neglect Depressive thoughts

⠀ ★ ⠀ | WINTER WAS ALWAYS YOUR FAVORITE. Though, it was never Elliot’s preference. He loved summer, he loved the nights, sunburns, sun screen and lemonde. Elliot loved the ocean and he loved sky. But you? God, you loved the snow, ugly sweaters, frost bit noses and warm hot cocoa.

You and Elliot were complete opposites, and yet you worked together so well. You were more slow paced and melodic. Taking great pride and working with such meticulousness.

It seems like your hands were made for sniping. And Elliot? He watched in awe as you did it with such elegance. He was whipped but it must’ve been a small crush right? Just some appreciation for his fellow legend ... at least that’s what he believed.

What Elliot wasn’t expecting was you having a mutual feeling towards him as well, this progressing into a series of conversations that eventually evolved to dates and finally, dating.

You were elliot’s and he was yours. A love like this was so rare for Elliot but nothing good ever lasts at least for Elliot Witt, the days became months and months become years.

And it seems like the legend has finally mustered the courage to propose to you, he made breakfast.

IT WAS THE 23RD OF DECEMBER, and everything was perfect. At least Witt thought so. Breakfast was made, the ring was set, and his verses were somewhat memorized; and in his hand was his mother and father’s original rings.. the last step was to wake you up.

He’s always fantasized about this moment, but he would never think he gained the courage to propose.

Several shakes and you’re still asleep, now this … begins to confuse him, you were a light sleeper so why won’t you wake up? It takes him a few moments to realize how cold your skin felt to the touch.

And there you were, a relaxed expression rest upon your visage, seemly having a pleasant sleep. Strangely enough, you didn’t make too much movement, but then again, it did seem like you were having a nice nap.

At east that’s what he thought; with this Elliot pats you gently instead of the usual 〞 Elliot .. two more minutes 〞 there lay a silence. Now he begins to worry, did you need more blankets? was the heat too low? Brows furrow together in response.

Something was seriously wrong.

IT WAS HARD FOR ELLIOT TO LET GO, it was winter once more, and you were gone, for it was the anniversary of your untimely and sudden death.

Snow became an awful memory that haunted Elliot. Halls that once echoed your laughter became silent reminders of what he once had.

ELLIOT WITT WAS A SHELL OF A MAN, a man who was once happy. A man who had everyone he could ever dream of and more. So why must death haunt him like a veil? … there’s an endless ache that resides within him—the thought of being forgotten and death.

Sometimes it feels like the house mocks him; it’s been a year since he’s entered that damned room. a year since he’s cleaned, a year since he’s packed your clothing. Everything was untouched; dusted over with memories of the past.

A shaky exhale leaves him; he’s so sick of crying over it .. and he knows you’re looking down upon him with such disappointment. You’re upset, and he is too; how did he let it get so bad??

He left the games and cut off all contact with his loved ones; they must be worried sick— his sudden disappearance was unannounced to the fans.

GUILT SWALLOWS HIM WHOLE. How could he let everyone down? His legacy fades with each passing day, and here he is mopping around.

Elliot tells himself this because it’s how it is, but he’s so deep in thought he forgets about the teapot once more; this time, he finally pours his two cups of green tea.

A toast to you and a toast for him.

Elliot wasn’t expecting any guest over, he hasn’t for ages. a silence settles many thoughts plagued his mind, did you still like green tea? How did you feel about Elliot doing this, should he move on?

He wishes you were here. You always had the answer to his thoughts and you did it so well, and oh did you love you.

He hated the silence.

It left him alone with his thoughts; thoughts he wished not to address in the current moment. SOMETIMES IT FEELS COLDER HERE, in the silence.

He needed some fresh air.

So he steps out the house, he’s meet with frigid air and the warmth of the cup within his hands, he decides to take a seat and make himself comfortable.

HE REMEMBERS THE DAY HE CALLED HIS MOTHER, telling her you passed in your sleep and the doctors couldn’t find out why.

She tells him nothing good last forever, and he wonders why this love couldn’t last forever?? It hurts. He can remember just last week his mother was telling him that he should marry you.

ELLIOT WITT WOULD LIVE AND DIE FORGOTTEN AND ALONE. And that’s what he believed, since it seems like everything he loved. Left and forgot him

That love is something fleeting and if it’s unconditional he should it down. The words are encouraging and so he listens to mother dearest.

By now, small tremors run through Elliot’s body. The cold nips away at him.

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kkarmiic · 1 year

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mirage anon here! naming myself how quaint today has been kinda shitty so could I get some good ol Mirage comfort after a really, really bad day? I'm talking the worst day possible-- outfit ruined, bad hair day, just EVERYTHING going wrong?? thank you if you end up doing this <33

# ‘TOMORROW - MIRAGE X GN!READER COMFORT

🫐 ‘CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: everything that can go wrong, goes wrong, mirage is there to help

+* genre: fluff/comfort

‘# warnings: eye pulling, self doubt, he calls you love

// authors note: hey mirage anon! I’m sorry to hear about your shitty day, I understand how those feels, I hope this helps at least a little.

Your day had been downright awful, down to every single detail. From the moment you opened your eyes, everything was already horrific. You had seemingly slept in a weird position that night, evident by the dull ache in your shoulder and neck.

To make matters worse, you were already twenty minutes behind schedule, you had slept through your alarm. Fuck. Stomping over to your mirror, rolling your shoulder in a feeble attempt for the pain to disappear, you realized how obvious your dark circles were and how your hair stuck out in directions you didn't even know were possible.

Of course, you tried to push it aside, telling yourself it could be fixed with a little concealer and styling. That, however, did so little to help with your situation. The concealer had run out the day prior and your hair would just not lay how you wanted it.

Just your luck.

Tonight was supposed to be your date with Mirage, it was quaint, sure, he was going to make you a homecooked meal and you two were planning on watching the stars, but still, what would he think of you if he saw you like this?

It was only early days in your relationship, about a month in, and you weren't prepared for his perception of you to change, for him to see you as lazy, or a slob.

You were far too stressed out for ten in the morning, pulling your eyes down and just... Staring. Staring at yourself in the mirror, criticizing your appearance.

You know what they say, when things are at their lowest they can only go up.

Wrong. You were on a Ferris wheel, locked into your seat with no way of escaping, on a constant round of low, and high and low and high, with seemingly no end. It was exhausting, and you just wanted to get off.

So there you were, wearing your favourite outfit, hoping it would lift your spirits a little, and hopefully distract Mirage, at least a small amount. And it did, only for a mere moment though, you were halfway to Mirage's when the rain began pouring down, and this happened to be the one day where you didn't bring your umbrella, too focused on being late, and the way you looked, to even worry about checking the weather forecast.

Hands trembling as you walked, you reached for your phone in your pocket, before realising, that wasn't there either.

Panic. That was the only word to describe what you felt at that moment, pure panic. Had you dropped it somewhere? Maybe on the way to his? You were too late to turn back now, someone probably would've picked it up by now, and maybe it was already stolen. Maybe-

You left it on your bedside table, next to your umbrella.

Nonetheless, you kept walking, and you couldn't tell what was rain and what was tears after a certain point. They were so perfectly blended, heart aching as you walked.

Mirage, no, Elliot, you reminded yourself, always looked so perfect, with his neatly formed curls, and clear skin, you'd never seen him with one blemish, or eyebags like you, or with his hair askew. What would he think of you?

You had half a mind to turn back now, go home, and text him, faking that you were sick. But he'd probably turn up at your door instead, that was the kind of man he is, a gentleman.

Elliot couldn't worry about you, it wouldn't be fair to put him through that, and that's how you ended up on his doorstep, even despite all your worries. Placing three tentative knocks before it was quickly swung open, it seemed like he'd been waiting for you.

However, his smile quickly faded to a frown, of concern or disappointment, you couldn't tell.

"You're going to get s- uh- soa-" He paused, readjusting, instead of correcting his sentence, he ushered you in, he knew you knew him well enough to understand what he meant.

"Are you okay?!" He asked, shutting and locking the door behind you, hand placed gently on your bicep, feeling the soaked fabric of your shirt.

You wanted to tell him no, about how awful your day was, about how everything seemed to be going wrong, about how the whole world was against you, but you didn't. "Yeah... Just forgot my umbrella." You muttered, offering him a shrug of your shoulders, but that didn't seem to convince him, not one bit.

"How about you go upstairs? Get a hoodie and some sweats. You left some here last time. Or you could get changed into mind. I- Uhm- I don't... I don't mind." He took a shuddery breath, covering the pink tint on his cheeks.

"Anyways! I'll have a warm drink down here when you're done, okay?" He offered a soft smile towards you, already beginning to make your drink of choice.

When you returned downstairs, your drink was sat in your usual seat, the smell of food wafting from the oven making your mouth water.

"Want to talk?" He asked, cocking his head, waiting on your answer, and when you didn't respond he continued. "I can see something's buggin' ya. If you need to talk I'm always in your corner."

The compassion he was showing you was too much, he was too nice, and that was too much. You cried for the second time today, choking on your sobs as you tried to tell him about how shitty your day was, but nothing was coming out.

Mirage's eyes widened in shock, rushing round to your side before taking the seat next to you, a firm hand resting on your back, rubbing slow circles. "Take your time, love." He was ever so patient with you, you could never ask for more.

"I've just- I've just had the worst day today." You choked, covering your face with your hands. "I woke up and I obviously slept in a funny position, my whole body hurts." You began recounting your day. "I even left my fucking phone at home, like an idiot!"

There was a moment's silence before he moved his body to be facing yours, pulling your stool closer to his, and grasping your hands. "Darling. You're not an idiot. We all have bad days and that's fine. Sometimes you need a few days, to recover or... For it to just pass." He rested his forehead against yours, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

"No matter what, I'm right by your side. Tomorrow will be better. Swear on it."

POSTED BY: APOLLO

#apex legends x gn reader #apex legends x male reader #mirage x reader #elliot witt x reader #apex legends x reader #mirage x gn reader #mirage x male reader #elliot witt x gn reader #elliott witt x male reader

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kkarmiic · 1 year

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# 'Guard up, Guard down - GN!Reader x Elliot 'Mirage' Witt

' CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: you have autism and have a sensory overload, mirage is there to help, even despite your rivalry.

+* genre: fluff with a bit of angst/comfort.

# 'warnings: sensory overload, self-injury mentions, non-sexual undressing.

// author note: I felt like it was important to mention that I have autism, and although I know sensory overloads aren't the same for everyone, it's based on my experience with them.

Everything had just been too much, way too much. From the loud footsteps and chatter in the drop ship to the fluorescent lights overhead. Everything was too much.

Your clothes were too tight, and your chest burned with... You couldn't quite name it. You wanted to scream, cry, and bash your head against a wall at once.

Both your body and mind ached, and you knew there was nothing you could do. You sucked in a breath of air, trying to tune out the sound of the other legends talking, but you couldn't.

Everything, especially the sounds of their chatter, it was far too loud. And that's how you ended up standing up in silence, gripping at the straps on your clothes and resigning to your room. And while the other legends were confused, stopping speaking to watch you leave, none of them came after you, at least from what you could hear.

As soon as you got into your room, shutting the door behind you, you grappled with your clothing, attempting to pull the clothes restricting you off, not even bothering with the straps.

And because of that, they would not come off, making your condition worse. you couldn't help but scream, falling onto your knees and kicking your shoes off with much resistance.

Letting out a shuddery breath, you couldn't help but notice the tears spilling from your eyes, down past your cheeks, and onto your trousers.

It was too much. You wanted it to go away, you wanted-

You screamed again, tucking your head between your knees and grappling onto your hair, tugging it to the point you began ripping it out.

Then a loud knock at your door came. Once. Twice. And before they could knock a third time, you yelled, snapping your head towards the door.

"GO... GO AWAY!" Your voice came out, a little shaky and croaky from your unrelenting screaming. But the person outside seemed to pay no mind to your yelling, instead beginning to speak.

"Are you okay?" Mirage's voice, unlike yours, came through clearly, with a hint of concern edged in.

Mirage, of course, it was Mirage. You two had an ongoing rivalry, although not completely serious, it was competitive. And you knew, deep down, that Elliot Witt wasn't a bad person, but in the front of your mind all you could be worried about is him making fun of you.

He was a jokester, trying to make light out of any situation, and this is something you couldn't joke about, couldn't make light out of, and you were just scared. Having your guard up for so long does that to you.

But you really needed someone near you right now, and to say that you haven't thought about Mirage comforting you would be a complete and utter lie. Mirage holding you in his arms. Mirage whispering to you that everything would be okay. Or just Mirage sitting there, in complete silence, as long as he was there, it would be okay.

So even despite the burning feeling in your chest, your tense muscles, and your mind racing, you opened the door. And there was Mirage, face filled with worry, fiddling with his fingers, still in his Legend clothing.

You couldn't help how your heart filled with warmth, but even despite Mirage actually being there, it didn't solve all your worries like you hoped.

Nonetheless, you still let him in, silently, no words needed to be exchanged between the two of you. You shut the door behind him and then began to speak. "It's all... too much Mirage." You muttered, letting the tears flow down your cheeks as you slumped against the wall, voice hoarse and head in pain.

He definitely didn't know what was too much, or why, after all, you hadn't told the legends about your autism, not because it was shameful, because it wasn't. Just because it had never come up in conversation, if someone were to ask you, you'd tell them. Mirage takes a moment to think before responding, crouching down in front of you. "What is?" His voice was soft, softer than you had ever heard it before.

"Everything!" You managed to croak out, gesturing wildly towards the lights and then at your clothes.

Even with such little words, Mirage seemed to get the point, now moving from crouching to sitting, hands reaching towards you. "Can I help you r- uh.. rem..." He stammered slightly, taking a breath before continuing. "Take these off?"

You nodded, moving your arms away to allow him access to the straps that constricted your body.

And he did just that, careful not to touch you in any way that would make you feel uncomfortable, just like a true gentleman. Occasionally glancing up at you to watch your facial expressions change, to which every time, you would nod at him to continue.

You could finally take a breath, that was until he walked over to your bag, sifting through it. You didn't have anything absolutely awful in your bag, just things you didn't want him to see and make fun of you for, or use them to fuel your rivalry even more.

But no harsh comments came from him, no jokes, not even little quips bout the items of clothing you had. He soon returned to your side with pyjamas in hand, comfortable and breathable.

"I'll turn away so you can get changed, I won't look. Swear." He spoke, placing them ever so gently on your lap before turning around, honouring his word. You were seeing Elliot Witt in a whole new light, instead of being brash and obnoxious, he was sweet and kind and ever so charming.

You changed, slipping your legend clothes off and the comfort clothes on, and you couldn't help but feel lighter already.

"Done." You spoke again, throat aching from your yelling, but for now, that didn't matter.

Mirage covered his eyes as he turned around, now obviously back to joking, but not in the way he would be making fun of your situation, joking about how much of a gentleman he truly is. "Get into bed? I'll turn your lights off." And then you took a risk, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Can you get into bed with me?" You peered up at him through wet eyelashes, shaking as you asked.

For a split second, he seemed taken aback at your request, before a soft smile curved on his lips. "Can't res-" He didn't finish his sentence, however, due to your glare. And at that, he chuckled, nodding.

"Sure. I'll turn off the lights first though." And he did exactly that, turning off the lights as you climbed into your bed, forgetting just how comfortable it was.

There were light footsteps, and then the mattress dipped to accommodate his body. This time he had a request of his own.

"Can I hold you?" He whispered in your ear, waiting for your answer, which was obviously going to be a yes, how could it not, you had only dreamt of this moment a hundred times over.

So there he was, arm wrapped around your torso, chest pressed against your back, head in the crook of your neck as your eyes began to fight sleep, however, you didn't fight it. Just grateful that it was all over.

POSTED BY: APOLLO

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