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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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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

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cryptidsnackpack · 2 years

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Chapter One: The Present

Mirage x GN Reader; Apex Legend Reader; Fluffy fluff.

The tiny present sat accusing and abandoned on his bedside table. Damn it. It was Evelyn Witt’s birthday. A day that would have no more meaning to her in her current state. It meant the world to Witt though. He’d left in a rush, phone pressed to his ear, flapping his hand at your worried expression. He left for the nursing home in a rush. An echoing litany of “Uh huh. She’s calm now? I’m on my way. I’m on my way right now.” following him out the door. A compressed hiss and snick of the door’s locking mechanisms halted your feeble I’ll go with you.

Now you have to go. Present cradled against your ribcage you board the shuttle. Make small talk. Only one person recognizes you, a small blessing. The sun is slipping over the horizon before you make it to Whispering Glade. You’d been here once before with Witt, but never inside.

The receptionist smiles at you sweetly and when you press the nylon visitor tag against your chest her eyes light up in recognition.

“Oh!” You roll your shoulders, smile already in place. Yes, I do play in the Apex games. Yes, you can have a picture. Your practiced speech and smile is misplaced.

“You’re Elliott’s friend! I’ve seen you in some of the pictures in Mrs. Evelyn’s room. Come with me, I’ll take you to her.” She smiled like you two shared a secret, and she’d put a hell of a lot of emphasis on the word ‘friend’. She jabbed a finger into the comm pad and chirped that she was taking a birthday guest to Room 304.

Despite the conspiratorial looks she kept throwing at you and the neatly wrapped present, you would have been hopelessly lost without her. After taking two identical elevators to two identical wings, you ended up in a hallway that looked unsurprisingly identical to all the others you’d walked through.

“Here you are!” She ushered you into the room as if it held puppies that pooped credits and not the husk of a brilliant woman and her tragically dedicated son.

The room was bright and cheerful. Every patch of wall was filled with vids cycling through several photo albums. Fresh cut flowers cluttered the bedside table in a clumsily painted vase. It evoked memories of your own handcrafted gifts created in a schoolhouse classroom. You would bet your last credit that if you tipped the vase over, you’d find Elliott’s initials carved into the clay bottom.

A flutter of movement from the corner distracted you from the vase, and Elliott crowded your field of view.

“Is everything alright? I didn’t get a notification-” Pulling out his phone he tapped on the screen a few times. As if that would jostle any missing correspondence loose.

“Hey, did you know both you and your mom’s initials spell ‘EW’.” You said in the way of a greeting, lifting the present to eye level. Realization and relief warred on Elliott’s face and he carefully plucked the present from you.

“Mom, I want you to meet someone.” He wrapped a free hand around your waist and lightly shoved you toward the figure swaddled in an almost nauseating number of pastels. Evelyn Witt waved at you gently with a cake tipped fork.

“Oh, but we’ve met before.” She mumbled around a mouthful of cake. Elliott shot you an apologetic smile, full of tight lips and tired eyes.

“It’s nice to see you again Mrs. Witt.” You wink at Elliott and sat down in the cushy chair he vacated. “How’s the cake?” She was taking what had to be the smallest bites you’d ever seen.

She nodded and hummed approvingly, gesturing between Elliott and a small bakery box. Understanding the pantomime perfectly, he doled out a three-person sized piece of cake.

“Elliott there is no way I can finish this.” You looked up woefully from the behemoth portion of cake.

“I’ll eat whatever you don’t finish.” He sat at the foot of his mother’s bed, adjusting several pillows and a small blanket to cocoon her feet. He took great care to tuck the blanket around her ankles, making his mother look like a floral mummy from the chest down.

“How many pieces of cake have you had already?”

“One” He replied quickly, and just as quickly his mother corrected, “two”. Your laugh was more of a wheeze as it was squeezed out alongside a large chunk of cake.

The second time you almost choked on cake was when Mrs. Witt’s featherlight voice asked, “When is the wedding dear?” It was a simple question. One directed at you and Elliott. Her eyes seemed to grow ten times keener as they flicked between you two. You could hear Elliott’s eyebrows blast off into his hairline. You were coming to the unfortunate, yet unavoidable conclusion that your heart would forever live wedged behind you hyoid.

“Nonono. Mom when I said- y/n and I are- We. We uhm.” He was floundering, which you normally enjoyed.

“We haven’t set a date yet.” The lie slid out of your mouth like it had been rolled out on greased ball bearings. Your heart was now descending. It felt like a care package careening straight toward, what you assumed, was your rectum at maximum velocity.

“That’s right!” Elliott squeaked. “We haven’t even picked out a venue yet. Right y/n?” He looked relieved, so you supposed you were in the clear. At least he wasn’t frog marching you out by your ear, scolding you for telling his Alzheimer ridden mother a very big lie.

The remainder of the visit went by without a hitch. Mrs. Witt opened her present (a beautifully made charm bracelet) and Elliott made himself absolutely miserable on birthday cake. As Mrs. Witt began to nod off her nurse came in with a terrifyingly large container of medications. Elliott left his mother with a kiss on her forehead and soft whispers against her gray curls.

The harsh and unforgiving white cast of the interior lights fizzled into the neon glare of Solace City’s nightscape.

“Hey.” You bumped Elliott’s shoulder. “Why don’t we go to this bar I know? We’ll have to take a tram to get there, and the owner’s a bit of dick.” He opened his mouth to feign offense, but before he could you ploughed through.

“He is pretty great though, the owner I mean. Easy on the eyes. Likes to pretend he doesn’t care about anything. Kind of a mama’s boy though.” You were swept up into a non-threatening headlock.

“Wait, wait, wait. I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” You waved and gave a thumbs up to a concerned passerby. Elliott released his grip, and you took mock gulps of fume drenched air.

There was something unreadable about whatever emotions were clouding his face. Not for the first time you wished he came with a manual. Does your Elliott Witt have (insert facial expression here)? Join us on page 24 for our in-depth explanation.

“Thank you. For today. She won’t remember it by the morning, but it meant a lot to me.” No sarcasm, no deflection.

“Hey, what are friends for? You know, they do things like bombard their mom's room with pictures that could be misconstrued as couple photos, romantic even. Oh, or they tell their mom all about you.”

“Okay yeah, yep. I will pay you to stop talking.” He began to drag you by the arm to the nearest tram depot.

“Ooh! Maybe friend stuff like telling the receptionist about us. Did you mention that my eyes sparkle? That my smile is radiant? That I smell like dewdrops and orchids?”

Elliott stopped so abruptly you smashed into his back with an umph. Turning he cupped one hand to your cheek. Have his hands always been this big, or warm? They smell like cake. Your thoughts were becoming misty, unformed. Elliott was leaning very close to your face, his other hand reaching up to-

Flick the holy living shit out of your nose. You reeled back clutching your now throbbing nose.

“I will give you a five second head start Witt. Five. Seconds.”

You’d only ever seen him move that fast in the ring. His childlike cackle brushed passed your ears as you dodged through disgruntled city dwellers on their way home.

Two things were certain. He was headed to the Paradise Lounge, and you were going to beat him to it.

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simping-overload · 2 years

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𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜/𝚘

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝟺0+ 𝚆𝙸𝙿𝚂 𝚛𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚕

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚢𝚎𝚜 | 𝚗𝚘

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚡 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜

𝚏𝚎𝚖/𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍,(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛)(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢) 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 & 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝙽𝙱𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝚎𝚝𝚌 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞♡

𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 doesn't wake you often, due to the fact he is a heavy sleeper and hates waking up in the mornings. he'd rather be wrapped up in your arms for the majority of the mornings but if he wakes up earlier then you he usually wakes you up when he's running his hands through your hair and/or poking your face

𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 is naturally an early riser, always without fail getting up at the crack of dawn. They would prefer if you wake at the same time with them so you two can spend some time together before they go hunting or to the games. They wake you up with a gentle shake of the shoulder, and hands running through your hair. If that doesn't work than Artur will be the one to wake you with his loud caws and pecks.

𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 prefers not waking you up, 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 prefers not waking you up, he'd usually stay in bed until you wake up but often leaves fo go make food or to the bathroom. If he feels like you've been sleep for too long he will wake you up with some food on the bedside table and with a hand pushing your messy hair out of your face

#apex legends x reader #apex x reader #fuse x reader #bloodhound x reader #mirage x reader #walter fitzroy x reader #elliott witt x reader #x gn reader #elliott witt #walter fitzroy #bloodhound

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