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sxrenityy · 2 years

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got room for one more?

bloodhound x f! reader x fuse ♡ (NSFW)

❝Babe, pick a night to come out and play .If it's alright, what do you say? Merrier the more, triple fun that way.❞

Or Bloodhound is particularly ruthless on you in the Games today. So, you shamelessly flirt with Fuse to spite them.

It works, but not without punishment.

threesome (f/f/m), amab bloodhound, skull-fucking, spitroasting, vaginal fingering, choking, hair-pulling, come-swallowing, french kissing, multplie orgasms, semi-public sex, spanking

☆ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40718025

repost because my dumbass accidentally deleted this while i was tryna edit it 😭

Your lungs felt as though they were to explode as you ran through Fragment West, clutching your Alternator which only had twenty-five rounds left.

Today was “Duos-Day”, you had been paired with Lifeline, but she was long gone.

It was just you now, and for some godforsaken reason, Bloodhound was out for your head.

Perhaps it was due to you to shamelessly teasing them on the dropship, but you didn’t expect them to be this ruthless.

You had found yourself a comfortable little rat spot to heal up in the nearest building, counting the seconds as you heard a plethora of footsteps cascade around you.

You tried to listen to the heavy sound of Bloodhound’s boots. Being in the Games as long as you were, you’ve learned to differentiate most legend’s footsteps.

Revenant, Ash, Pathfinder, and Octane were the easiest as they all had robotic legs - though, they were difficult to tell apart from each other.

Loba, of course had her heals. Larger legends such as Gibraltar and Caustic had heavier footsteps. Being the tiniest legend, Wraith was at the opposite end with quite gentle, soft footsteps; and Horizon had no sound to her steps at all.

Mirage tended to stomp around a lot due to his clones and his general clumsiness. Then, there were those like Lifeline, Wattson, or Crypto who didn’t have a specific sound to their steps.

Now, Bloodhound’s were quite heavy, not the kind of heavy like Gibraltar or Caustic, just their boots having this specific sound. Sometimes, it sounded similar to Maggie, but Maggie recklessly ran a lot more than Bloodhound who took careful steps.

It was still hard to tell, especially in tense situations such as these but you tried your best.

Click clack click clack.

Loba was near.

The sound of jetpacks… Valkyrie must be with her. Was that the sound of a smoke launcher? Oh God, Bangalore was a pain to deal with.

Soom enough, the obnoxiously loud sound of Revenant’s death totem and Octane’s jump pad were heard then a wild flurry of shooting.

You were a bit relieved as that meant you could take more time to heal, loot, and potentially get away.

Then, all your hopes were crushed in an instant when the terrifying sound of Bloodhound’s scan filled your ears.

Shit! You were immediately on your feet, not caring about the party happening upstairs as you ran out of that building like some desperate, wild animal.

To make your terror worse, Bloodhound let out their blood curdling battle scream, now undoubtedly in Beast Mode.

Shit, shit, shit, shit! Using their ult just for me? They must be pissed as hell! You felt as though you were to cry.

Their breathing drew closer and closer, you knew you were only able to outrun them so much.

It was only a matter of minutes until they caught up with you, landing a clean headshot to break your armour and send you tumbling to your knees in pain.

”Fuck!” You shouted, clutching the spot where they had hit.

”Seems like I have finally found you, bráõ mína. How difficult you have been…”

You laughed nervously, giving the hunter your best pleading eyes.

”Bloodhound, listen—.”

Bloodhound placed their gun, a rather intimidating Wingman under your chin.

You gulped, “Um… I’m sorry, okay? I-I didn’t mean harm by teasing you…”

“You were misbehaving, Y/N. I cannot forgive you for that.” Bloodhound tilted your head upwards with the gun.

Gods, they were terrifyingly hot.

“How about… in exchange for you not blowing my brains out right now, we… go into that building and I could, y’know…”

You couldn’t read Bloodhound’s expression or body language with the mask and their still form, but you assumed - or hoped - they were thinking about it.

“I know you’re still hot and bothered from the dropship! I could suck your cock or we could just fuck! I’ll allow you to do it with no condom…” You offered.

”How tempting,” Bloodhound said. “However, punishment is due. See you in. bit, bràõ mína.”

Before you could say anything, Bloodhound pulled the trigger and down you went.

You had woken up in the respawn room along with the rest of the eliminated legends. They said their usual words of “good try” and “oh, you were so close”.

A finishing blow with the Wingman was always brutal as it left the spot stinging for ages, even if it wasn’t technically real.

And of course, Bloodhound won. Usually, you’d be happy for them, but all you could think about was how to get back at them.

It was at the after party when you got a mischievous idea.

You would probably come to regret this.

Walter Fitzroy, better known as “Fuse” was drinking away, having a jolly old time.

He was old. Very old. Old yet so, so attractive. He had this natural sexiness to him, the forbidden kind with his age. Oh, but you knew he was experienced…

So, with confidence in your stride, you sat down next to him.

Fuse looked pleasantly surprised, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

”Oh, I don’t know… just wanted to congratulate you for second place.”

”Hah, well thanks. I would congratulate you too, but…”

You cringed at the thought, at your utter failure, “Bloodhound can be ruthlessly terrifying when they want to be.”

”Tell me ‘bout it. I thought our friendship would soften ‘em up a lil! But Houndy is Houndy.”

“Yep…” You saw Fuse’s hand sitting on the table. “Off topic, but your hands are huge.” You gently grab it with both of yours.

Fuse chuckled, “Ya flirtin’ with me, girlie?”

You shook your head and gave him wide, doe eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” You slide your hand up his muscular arm.

”I might be an old dog, but I ain’t dumb, sweetheart. Now, what’s a fine young lady like yourself flirtin’ with old man Fusey for? Don’t ya already have Houndy?”

You gestured for him to get closer, Fuse did so as he took another swig.

”Bloodhound did me wrong in the Games today, so I want payback.” You whispered.

”Ya cheeky girl, an’ here I was thinkin’ you were innocent!” Fuse laughed. “Fine, I’ll help ya with this.”

”You will?” You were surprised.

”Why not?” Fuse said as he slung his arm around you.

Your heart skipped a beat, “What do you always say? ‘Cheers very much?’ “

Fuse laughed aloud then whispered, “Don’t look now, but Houndy’s got their eyes on ya,” Into your ear. “Wanna drink, sweetie?”

”But, didn’t your lips touch—.”

Fuse winked at you, and your heart skipped a beat again.

Carefully, you took the beer bottle with both hands and put it to your lips. You didn’t taste anything but the usual alcohol, but the mere thought of an indirect kiss had your heart pounding.

“Taste good?” Gods, his voice was so rough, so scratchy.

”Yes,” You said as you leaned back on his arm. “How’s Bloodhound looking?”

”Well I don’t have the power to see through that damned mask of theirs, but they’ve been staring daggers towards this direction.”

”Mission accomplished,” You said. I wonder how far I can push them…

Just then, a mischievous idea came into your mind, “Well, I’ll be heading out now.” You started to get up.

Fuse took his arm off you, “Right then, I’m happy to—.”

You planted a quick kids on his cheek which at a certain angle - the angle Bloodhound was watching you like a hawk from - it looked like one on the lips.

“See you.” You stood, patting the old man on the shoulder.

You looked towards Bloodhound’s direction and boldly strode towards them. They were standing there, arms crossed and wearing a black turtleneck which hugged their body magnificently.

They grabbed your arm, “Was that to spite me?” Their accent and rough tome of voice was enough to make you melt.

You kept your calm however, “Maybe…”

”You even kissed Walter.”

”On the cheek.”

”That is not how it looked like to me.”

“Well, that’s what it was.”

Their face was covered, but you knew you were getting under their skin.

“Come with me.” Bloodhound grabbed you harshly by the wrist and dragged you off.

Your heart raced with excitement. Bloodhound’s jealousy, even possessiveness was incredibly arousing. Scary, but arousing.

They slammed you against the wall, keeping their masked face just inches from yours. Their knee snuck its way between your legs, having easy access to your panties as you were wearing a skirt.

“What’re you gonna do to me, Hound?”

“If you wish to behave as a toy, then I shall treat you as such, hóra.”

You wrapped your arms around their broad shoulders, “Come on then.” You kissed the intricate mouthpiece to their mask.

Bloodhound pulled you back by your hair then shoved you onto your knees with such force you winced slightly.

They ran their fingers through your hair before grabbing it so your scalp burned and pushed it towards their crotch.

”You know what to do,” They urged your head forward. Your hands went upwards, about to pull their pants down, but they stopped you. “Nei, ástin mín, no hands.”

Oh, come on… You put your hands behind your back and lean in, taking the worn, bronze metal within your teeth.

You struggled slightly, of course, but get it down eventually as you are used to Bloodhound’s sadism. When you finished, Bloodhound pat you on the head before they pulled their pants down.

When they were in their black briefs, you used your hands to pull out their cock.

Bloodhound had quite a length to their cock. It wasn’t overly big, but definitely not small, either. There were veins pulsating through it and a trimmed bush of hair above.

You wrap your lips around their tip, Bloodhound groaned slightly as they put their hand behind your head and slowly push their cock down your throat.

”Breathe, elskan, breathe.” They urged, you did as told.

They kept pushing your head until their entire cock was sheathed inside your throat.

“Are you able to continue? Because I will not be gentle.”

You nodded, Bloodhound hummed in response as they slowly guided your head off their cock before slamming it in ruthlessly.

You made a loud, strained noise as their cock hit the back of your throat.

“Guõ minn góõur, ástin mín.” Bloodhound threw their head back and held you in place.

To tease them ever so slightly, you hummed so that gentle vibrations shot up their cock.

Bloodhound groaned as they moved your head, using your mouth as if it were a toy.

At least they kept their word… You thought aimlessly. Bloodhound didn’t let you rest for a moment as they constantly had their cock sliding in and out of your mouth.

You knew they were getting close when their grip on your hair grew particularly hard, holding it in a ponytail.

They finally came in your mouth with one, final thrust.

“Swallow everything,” They said, you nodded with slightly teary eyes. “See what happens if you even waste a drop.”

Their dick finally pulled out of your mouth, you kept it firmly shut, however as you waited for their command.

”Good girl, so obedient for my order,” Bloodhound praised, they put their thumb on your chin and slowly opened it. “What a sight it is to see you on your knees, my love. I wonder what the sponsors and fans would think if they saw you this way.”

They slowly slid their thumb down, just enough for you to gag as you tried your best not to swallow.

Even with their mask, you knew they were thoroughly enjoying this. You could practically see their scarred lips twist into a smirk.

”Swallow.”

You did as told, but Bloodhound’s thumb still semi-gagging you made you slip up and choke. You only managed to swallow a bit as you coughed the rest out.

Shit.

Bloodhound knelt in front of you, “Now what did I say about swallowing, elskan?”

You gulped, It was your fault! You tripped me up! You wanted to say. “Um—.”

”Stand.” They said, but ended up forcing you, anyway.

They lifted your dress, exposing your panties for their greedy eyes. You tried to cover yourself out of instinct, but Bloodhound slapped you.

”Hands up.” Bloodhound said, you complied with stars practically in your eyes.

Their fingers pulled on the waistband, before pulling them down. Instead of fingering you or pleasuring your pussy, however, they flipped you around so your ass was on display for them.

Bloodhound got close enough so that you could hear their laboured breathing through the mask.

”Count to fifteen.” They said before smacking your ass.

”Ah!” You grunted. “O-One… fuck…”

With each slap, both Bloodhound’s strength and the red mark where their hand had made contact grew.

At number ten, you had begun to cry, “Eleven…” You whined, cheek pressing up against the wall.

”Is it too much?” It was supposed to be sympathetic, but it came off as condescending.

Whatever it was, it was hot. So, you sniffled and shook your head.

”That is what I thought. Do not fret, elskan, we are almost there”

All you could do was sniffle again.

Before Bloodhound could continue, the door swung open and in came a booming, heavily accented voice.

”Aye, you kids gotta hurry back, the others are startin’ to wonder-,” It had took Fuse a whopping ten seconds before he saw the scene and nearly dropped the bottle in his hand. “My word.”

“Walter.” Bloodhound greeted, a bit stunned but calm nonetheless.

”Fuse!” You were a lot more surprised.

”Awe, geez, my bad, I’ll just—.”

”No,” Bloodhound said, leaving both you and Fuse surprised. “Stay for a moment, Walter.”

”Hound..?” You whisper, looking up at their eyes - or what you presumed to be their eyes.

Fuse was also a bit skeptical, but wandered over regardless. You could tell he was trying not to stare at your bare ass and keep his eye solely on Bloodhound.

”So, uh… Houndy! What… what uh, can I do ya for?”

”I have a favour, actually, Walter. As my good friend.”

”Which is..?”

Bloodhound straightened your back and dragged you over so that you were between them and Fuse.

”Are you free to join us?”

”Join ya?”

”Join us?”

Naturally, the two of you were both equally flabbergasted, but intrigued.

“Is that ‘right with ya, pup?”

You bit your lip in thought. Seriously, a threesome? You didn’t even know Bloodhound would allow such a thing with their possessiveness.

That wasn’t to say you didn’t want it by any means…

“I wouldn’t be against it…” You said coyly.

”Attagirl,” Fuse said and slapped your ass. “Can I kiss you?” He brushed his thumb over your lips.

”Yes.”

”Houndy?”

“You may.”

”Righto.”

Fuse brought your lips to his, you giggled slightly as his thick moustache tickled your mouth.

Just like Bloodhound, Fuse put his fingers through your hair, making you stay firmly in place as he deepened the kiss by shoving his tongue in.

As Fuse frenched you, Bloodhound went to work on your pussy. They lifted your dress once more and took off their gloves before rubbing your sensitive clit.

You yelped, jumping out of Fuse’s arms for a moment before he immediately ground you again, kissing you even harder than before.

Your body was frozen in place, Bloodhound working their fingers into your pussy and Fuse shoving his tongue down your throat. At a certain point, Fuse slipped his metal hand under your bra and pinched one of your nipples.

”Ah!”

”Ah, so you’re sensitive ‘ere, huh, pup?” Fuse pinched it even harder; the sensation and coolness of his metal fingers made another high-pitched moan escape your throat.

Bloodhound joined in soon after, putting your other nipple between their index and middle finger then twisting it around.

The sensitive jolts of pleasure rushing from your nipples and throughout your body made you even wetter. Bloodhound chuckled lowly.

”You should feel how wet she is, Walter.”

“Don’t mind if I do then.” Fuse used his free hand to join Bloodhound on your pussy.

You gripped Fuse’s shoulders as both legends pried your tight hole open, working in unison to spread it as they thumbed your throbbing clit.

”Ah, ah, oh, fuck…” You breathed, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head.

Wet, squelching noises came from your pussy as their fingers thrusted in and out at the same time - all whilst they rubbed the other parts of your vagina.

Bloodhound put their mouthpiece next to your ear, “Do you feel like coming, Y/N?”

”Oh, God, yes please!” You nearly screamed.

“How badly do you want it?”

”So, so bad, Hound…” You whined.

They just let out a breath of acknowledgment and sped up their fingers, Fuse did the same.

Finally, you came on both their fingers with a long, drawn out moan as your back arched. Intense, almost mind-numbing pleasure shook your entire body to its core. Your pussy still throbbed from the aftermath of it all as you pathetically clung into both legends for dear life.

Bloodhound lifted your chin, ”It is our turn now, don’t you think, Walter?”

Fuse chuckled, “Well, I mean, if ya insist, Houndy. Be rude of me if I said no,” He said. “How ‘bout ya, pup?”

”Well…” You breathed. “It’d only be fair, no?”

“Do not worry, we will be gentle.”

They were in fact, not gentle.

You were currently on your hands and knees with Bloodhound in your still sensitive pussy and Fuse with his cock deep down your throat.

“Mmm… ah, ah, ah!” You shamelessly moaned onto Fuse’s cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head - honestly, it was a miracle how nobody had walked in yet.

Then, Fuse suddenly pulled out, and you looked at him in a dazed confusion.

“Wha-.”

Fuse hushed you by grabbing ahold of your neck and force you to look into his eye. He smirked as he saw your struggling face.

”What a lucky ‘lil bastard ya are, Houndy. Can’t believe ya got such a fine catch.”

Bloodhound chuckled to themselves, “She is quite beautiful, yes.” They harshly thrust into you, making your body lurch into Fuse.

“Ey, Houndy, why don’t we… shake things up a bit?”

”Change it? How so?”

Fuse smirked and motioned for Bloodhound to pull out. They did, a wet, lewd noise coming as they did so.

”Right, pup, now I’m gonna have ya lay down on that table,” Fuse said before picking you up bridal style and gently placing you on your back. “Houndy, ya wanna take the front or back?”

”Back.” Bloodhound answered indifferently.

”Righto,” Fuse took his place at your mouth. “Ready, pup?”

Bloodhound also aligned their cock to your dripping pussy.

”Yes…”

“Good girl.” Fuse ruffled your hair affectionately.

Your face went embarrassingly red, Fuse noticed this and laughed.

”Ya like it when I call you a good girl?”

You didn’t want to answer, Bloodhound did for you, however.

”It is her favourite pet name.”

”Awe, well ain’t that sweet. Is that why you’re so obedient, pup? ‘Cause you wanna be praised?”

You didn’t answer again, so Fuse put his metal arm around your neck. He didn’t choke you, just kept it there as a threat.

”Y-Yes…”

”Yes what?”

”I… I’m obedient because I want to be called a good girl…” You were blushing like crazy.

“Ya gonna melt me ol’ heart with how sweet ya are, pup.” Fuse took his arm away and instead rubbed your cheek.

His hand slowly migrated from your red cheek to your mouth where Fuse opened it slightly, exploring the depths before shoving his fingers in. Those thick fingers were soon replaced by his cock reentering you.

On the other end, Bloodhound also easily slipped their cock right back in.

Gods, you felt so full. Both their cocks stretched you so wonderfully, so beautifully.

Bloodhound gripped your hips as they thrusted into you, letting out these guttural groans every time they hit your womb. Fuse opted to use your mouth by pulling it in and out of his cock via your hair - it was almost eerie how he and Bloodhound used such similar techniques.

In the middle of it all, you were an absolute mess. A total disaster.

Tears of either bliss, pleasure, or equal amounts of both fell from your cheeks.

Being with Bloodhound for as long as you did, they knew the exact spot that would send little yelps out of you every time. Normally, they would only hit it every few thrusts, but today, they hit it spot on every single time.

You could feel every muscle stretching as Bloodhound used your pussy, the lewd sound of skin slapping and squelching filling the room. You would be a loud, moaning mess if Fuse’s cock wasn’t gagging you.

You knew Bloodhound was having a grand time when they begun to ramble in Icelandic.

”Guõ minn góõur elskan, þér líõur svo stórkostlega…” The grip on your hips grew tighter.

Fuse threw his head back and laughed, “Dunno what ya just said, mate, but I feel ya.”

Both legends’ breathing went from slightly laboured to near panting as they drew closer to an orgasm.

Eventually, Bloodhound pulled out and came all over your stomach, their breathing prominent through the mask.

Fuse on the other hand, stayed and spilled his entire load into your mouth.

You felt his large hand tip your jaw so it remained closed as his cum stayed in your mouth.

”Now I want ya to swallow everythin’, okay?” Fuse said as he let your jaw go.

You nodded and swallowed his load whole before your muscles relaxed from exhaustion.

”Attagirl, I knew you could do it. Ya did so well, don’t ya think so, Houndy?”

”Very well.” Bloodhound panted, slightly leaning against the wall.

They leaned over and helped you sit up. Your pussy still had this intense throb from Bloodhound’s ruthless cock and your mouth still faintly tasted of Fuse’s cum.

Bloodhound undid the mouthpiece to their mask and kissed you. Their lips were quite chapped and their thick scars rubbed against you, but you didn’t mind whatsoever.

You just softly grabbed their cheek and put your tongue into their mouth, they did the same.

Bloodhound was the one who pulled away and gave you one final kiss on the nose before putting their mouthpiece back on.

”Well, ain’t ya two sweet.” Fuse gushed.

”I appreciate your compliment, Walter,” Bloodhound said then offered their hand to you. “Why don’t we rejoin the others?”

You took their hand and hopped off, you immediately fell into their arms as you had underestimated how week your legs were.

”Are you okay, elskan?”

“I’ve never been more okay, Hound.”

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fabricated-misslieness · 2 years

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pairing: fuse x male reader

req: no | wc: 1k (on the dot)

summary: “I’m taken.” “By who?” -his bf

warnings: suggestive, very. two dirty jokes

a/n: wallusy

Wally’s fanmail was always the same. There was the expected: admiration for his ability in battle and the fantastic, somewhat someway somehow artistic scenes he created with his ring of fire and explosions, and confessions of love.

They were sweet and all, albeit filled with way too much wishful thinking. Usually they came with a gift, though, so at the very least he was more than grateful.

He opens the first one of the day, he could tell with the little heart stamp on the envelope, and reads the first line out loud just like the rest of them, “Dear Fuse, I just gotta say I am in love with you.” He laughs, then speaks apologetically as though they’d be able to hear him, “Sorry, dear. I’m taken.”

“By who?”

Wally stares up from the envelope, confused look on his pretty face, furrowed eyebrows and all the shabang. “I’m sorry, what?”

You stare up from your book, an amused look on your face. “Did you hear me correctly?”

“Yeah, yeah, just-” Then he realizes it. You were only having a bit of fun. “oh.”

You laugh as he clears his throat. “Right, well. I am taken by a wonderful man. My boyfriend, he’s the best I could ask for.”

“Really?” You ask nonchalantly, taking a sip from your cup.

“Fair dinkum. Do you want to know more?” He shrugs. “I mean, I’d gloat about him all day if I could, but I dunno if you’re willin’ to lend a stranger an ear just to talk about their boyfriend.”

“Yeah, tell me more.” You snicker, “Perhaps I know him.”

“Yeah, preferably.” You sit up in your high chair by the kitchen, as if you’re beginning to pay more attention.

“Eh, dunno if you know the guy, he hardly comes out during the daytime. You’d think he’s a vampire o’ something.” You stick your tongue out at him but he decides to ignore it. “Are you sure you only want me to sing his praises? I can say other things, too.”

“Well, he’s a good man. Greatest man I know. He’s kind, very. Treats me well.”

“How well?”

“So well.”

He stands from his seat on the couch and makes his way to you, slowly, very slowly. “He’s smart, too. Awfully smart. Makes me feel like an idiot in comparison, frankly.”

“Don’t put yourself down just to uplift someone else, dear.”

“You’re right.” He shakes his head at himself, “Okay, then. Puts in the hard yakka on everything he does. And then there’s his looks.”

You laugh at his face as he says that. He looks like he’s in a trance as he’s thinking about it. “Mesmerizing, is he?”

“Yeah. Like,” He stops in front of you, leaning against the counter, “one of those crystal balls at the fortune teller’s in festivals.”

“Reckon those aren’t the only balls that mesmerize you.”

He snorts, loud, and almost breaks character for a second. “Yeah, I reckon. You little ripper.” He mutters to himself.

“Anyway, he’s uh, got eyes more beautiful than anything you’d see.”

“Mhm?” He hooks a finger in your belt loops, an act he pulls off like it’s nothing but one that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed either.

“Hair styled perfectly.”

“Yeah?” With the belt loops, he pulls you off your seat and closer. Closer to him.

“Yeah.” He breathes out, finally feeling you against him. “Yeah. It’s amazing hair, really. I don’t think I’ll be able to achieve something like it with my aging hairline.”

You snicker, “Well I think you pull off your haircut well, considering what you’ve got.”

“Do I?” He asks, eyes trailing down your face.

“You do.”

He switches his fingers on your belt loops, from index to middle, and pulls his finger through up to the first knuckle against the loop. He’s got his hands around either side of your hips, now, and with that, he pulls you impossibly closer.

“What else?”

“Oh… lips softer than a baby’s bum.”

He pulls you forward again, as if tugging, with his hands; clearly frustrated when he realizes it fails to pull your upper half towards him.

“Weird comparison, mister..?”

“Walter, Wally, Fuse. Whatever you want to call me.” He replies breathlessly.

“Do you want to kiss me, mister Fuse?”

His tongue darts out between his lips, wetting them with saliva as if making them more presentable to you. “Yeah.” He admits. “I do, a lot.”

You lean in, finally, to satisfy him. “Let me tell you about my boyfriend.”

He loves the way those words slip out your mouth, especially after kissing you. ‘My boyfriend’, like he was yours, like he belonged to you.

“He’s got the brightest smile I’ve ever seen and eyes a warm, sweetly chocolate brown. He’s kind, very kind, and,” Wally doesn’t resist pulling a kiss from your lips, but even then you continue like nothing. “a brilliant man. He’s a fighter, he is; could fight for anything and get it.”

Wally practically purrs as you trace a finger up his side. “Fought for me, even, and got me. Impossibly stubborn, can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, but I like that about him.”

“Do you? Like that about people?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then I suppose you would like it if I asked for a kiss, then wouldn’t take your refusal for an answer?”

“I suppose so. But,” You chuckle, “I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.”

Wally laughs, too, and steals a sweet kiss from your lips. “On the contrary, actually, he really liked that.”

Your finger continues up his side, up his shoulder and slightly ticklish neck, until it reaches his cheek. Then, you cup it with your hand. “Did he, now?”

“Very.” His grin widens. “I think you can tell, can’t you? Feel a little something in the ol’ daks?”

You laugh, out loud, finally breaking character at his derpy oggling eyes and stupid words. “You bogan!”

Wally laughs, “Can’t help it when you’re so clearly tryna get me all riled up.”

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sqwapex · 2 years

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Can I get a thing with fuse, maybe some dating headcannons?

OK! I have never written anything for Fuse b4, so this was fun! I think it turned out pretty cute.

Under the cut: SFW FUSE DATING HEADCANONS

-He’s definitely the type of person that wants to drag you out of your comfort zone, in a good way. Taking you to underground bars or rock music festivals, you’d see it all, basically.

-Loves using cheesy/corny nicknames for you, in public or private.

-Hoisting you onto his shoulders at a concert and yelling “look, baby!” over the music as fireworks explode in the night sky.

-Drawling out a long, drunken “daaaaaarliiinnngggg,” as he sings to you by a campfire, making you erupt into a fit of laughter.

-Definitely buys matching shirts for you two. He’ll walk into your house and throw open his leather jacket (that was mysteriously buttoned) that says “I’M WITH THE BABE” and give you one that reads “I’M THE BABE.”

-You also both have matching aprons for whenever you cook together. He loves to host cookouts with your shared friends, and he loves when you wear an apron that says “The Outland’s Best Chef” while his says “The Outland’s 2nd Best Chef”.

-He let you carve your initials into his guitar. You only initially asked as a joke, when he was sleepily tuning the strings late at night, so imagine your surprise when he smiles and hands it to you! (He told you exactly where to carve them– on the top of the wooden body, “right next to my heart”)

#apex legends headcanons #apex legends x reader #apex x reader #fuse x reader

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motorcyclebucket · 2 years

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Cuddling hcs for Fuse? I love that man with my whole heart

Absolutely op! Hope this was alright!

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~ He’s decently tall, somewhere between 5’11 and 6’1 (i think) so he loves to big spoon. Depending on how tall you are, he’ll either rest his chin on your shoulder or the top of your head.

~ If you’re facing him, He’ll just hold you close to him, just enjoying your presence.

~ Will absolutely cradle the back of your head with one hand while he rests his other across your back.

~ He’ll make small talk with you, occasionally pressing a kiss anywhere he can really reach without moving too much (cheek, forehead, shoulder, etc.)

~ HAND HOLDING! Hand holding. Loves to hold hands with you while cuddling. Sometimes he’ll raise your hand up and kiss it.

~ If you’re facing him he’ll do the thing where he’ll hold your hand in his between y’all and hold you.

~ If the two of you fall asleep and you try and get up while he’s sleeping, he’ll hold you closer. Good luck getting up then, you’re gonna have to wait until he wakes up.

~ 10/10 cuddles, no doubt about it <3

#Fuse #fuse apex legends #Fuse x reader #fuse headcannons #cuddle headcanons #request #Thank you for the request!

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

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Hello, can I get an apex request for just some fuse angst, please

the beginning, the middle, and The End| Walter "Fuse" Fitzroy

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Reader: Gender Neutral| Walter "Fuse" Fitzroy x kid/platoinc, sick reader

Note: Im in a very heartbreaking death kinda mood.

Warnings: eludes to death, the reader is severely sick

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It's not dark, it's getting there, the dark side of this broken moon, repaired within the light of the stars from galaxies far and beyond, there is one star, that sits on the surface of the dusty broken moon, it's old, and it's grey despite it's counter parts, it's seen it's share of time and share of stars fade away, Walter Fitzroy, is a fuse that will never go out despite it's use.

Y/n sat still, foot hanging off the edge of the dropship that had come to pick the legends up, their knee up in support of the hand-crafted book and pencil, their own little makeshift desk. Y/n clicked the pen repeatedly.

No that wasn't right.

Crossing out the words on the page, there was a sigh of disappointment from themselves. Ideas came easy as did the words, their order though did not.

The beginning.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Y/n," The eighteen-year-old introduced.

"I've been expecting ya kiddo, names Walter, Walter Fitzroy" Walter spoke, casually dressed for the day, it was early after all, and a new season would start soon; "Welcome to ya new home roomie."

Y/n nodded, a smile on their face Walter could only laugh at; the enthusiasm of the youth always brought a smile to his face; he allowed Y/n inside, "You're on the right."

"Right. Thanks." Y/n spoke tossing the duffle at the foot of the bed where there was a single box.

"If you need any help you ask good ol' Fusey." He explained leaning against the desk on his side of the room.

Y/n nodded, both in thanks and understanding. Walter had been expecting a roomie, some new legend, but not a kid; eighteen years of age and barely had experience, was well placed within a blood sport for people's entertainment.

"Mind me askin'," Walter pipped up, moving from his desk to his bed, grabbing his guitar which rested on the end of his bed, "Why ya know- this."

Y/n had gotten to making the bed, sheets, and a thick woven throw, with a tossed pillow at the head of the bed, they took a seat.

"I have Sarcoma," Y/n answered simply, pulling the box closer to go through.

"Scar what now?" Walter asked with a laugh, "A scar put you in a coma?"

Y/n chuckled, "No, Sarcoma."

"You kids and fancy words, I ain't got a clue of what the hell that is mate." Walter chuckled Y/n smiling in return.

"I have heart cancer."

The room went from warm to cold, Y/n casually went through the few things in the box, putting a picture frame on the nightstand that had already been provided previously. Then looked Walter's way with a smile, "What about you? Why are you in the games?"

Walter was silent in response, what was he to say? Fame? Glory?

"Hm?" Y/n pipped up.

"What?" Walter asked, "Ah! Right! Just...made for it I suppose."

Y/n chuckled, "We all have a place in the galaxy I suppose."

Walter nodded, a soft 'yeah, yeah I suppose', coming from him.

"Uh, what about you? Passions? Girls guys? Family?" Walter questioned.

"I like poetry, reading, writing." Y/n talked, "kinda basic if you ask me heh...-"

"no not at all!" Walter answered, "You write anything you let out?"

"Do you?" Y/n asked, gesturing towards Walter's guitar as he chuckled.

"Complicated." Was Walter's answer, "I figured ya had a sense for that already kid."

Y/n laughed; "I know an introverted extrovert when I see one."

Walter could only laugh in response, "I guess ol' Fitzory is getting easier and easier to read."

Y/n shrugged, "Kinda my own little gift ya know?"

The dark side of the moon, in all its glory and deep shades. It's the shadow of the night that reins in the brightest in suns and the darkest of nights. I've been lost more than once there, alone and feared; it's hard to leave it when you have nowhere else to go-

No, that reeks of self-pity.

Y/n sighed scribbling out the page and turning to a new one; frustrated with what to say.

The middle.

"I had it!" Y/n shouted, "I had it and you got in the way!"

"me!?" Mara argued, " I had a line of sight!"

"Only after I put em there!" Y/n defended.

"It was my shot! My kill!"

"It should of been mine!"

"Fuck you!"

"Well fuck you!"

"Alright! Hey!" Walter got in between the two of them, "Let's stop shoutin' alright?"

"She got my hard-earned kill!" Y/n argued, "I tracked that team down!"

"I know," Walter spoke, "I was there...trust me my back still hurts kid-"

"it was my bullet that made the kill!" Mara argued.

"I know." Walter told, "I was there-"

Y/n glared at her, "I rather die than be teamed up with you again!"

"Good thing you're dying soon then isn't it!"

It went silent in the rest area of the barracks. Legends looking at each other awkwardly; it was weird seeing Mara and Y/n argue to begin with; yet that comment came from the back alley and seemed more personal than anything.

"Hey- look let's all settle down ya?" Dr.Sommers smiled, her hands landing on the teens' shoulders in a comforting matter, "No one dying here- we're just tense from a long game is all dearies. Let me make us all a hot cup of tea to relax us hm?"

Y/n pulled away from Dr.Sommer's hand and left.

"Y/n- Kid come on!" Walter shouted after them, sighing, he ran after Y/n, "Y/n! Kiddo come on!"

Y/n slammed the door behind them entering the room, Walter opened it right back up to step inside.

"Y/n!-"

"Don't." Y/n snapped already flopped on the bed and back turned towards him.

Walter sighed, closing the door behind him softly and walking to the edge of Y/n's bed where he took a seat.

"Are you okay?"

Y/n was silent; Walter patting Y/n's lower leg fatherly as he looked over.

"I asked her to not treat me differently- not to be an asshole." Was Y/n's response.

"I know kid." Walter told.

"What you were there?" Y/n asked.

"You asked me to overhear." Walter answered, "You also asked my opinion on it- and told me-"

"I get it yeah yeah."

Walter smiled small; "You dropped a pretty hard shell on her today, earlier...and to be honest; teamin' up with the murder ass hole and Loba's arugin' the match before didn't help...that doesn't make it right."

Y/n sat up to turn and face him, knees brought to there chest, "I'm not scared of it, of dying that is, she's right."

"Hey; you've lasted this long." Walter cheered, "What's gonna stop you now?"

"Heart cancer?" Y/n asked.

He waved that off, "Heart cancer? You beat all these legends with heart cancer and just now ya gonna get scar coma get in the way?"

"Sarcoma" Y/n corrected.

"Whatever the hell it's called," Walter spoke; "You made it this far- by yourself, now ya got someone who's got your back- if I mention in the coolest of damn ways possible- let one thing be ya up? Nah."

"Fuse- this is real life-"

"I'm bein ' real about it! Watch- next season break is a-comin'" He spoke, "and I'll be right there for those big sessions you'll have the whole ride. I need my roomie."

Y/n smiled small at him, he putting his hand on their shoulder,"ya ain't alone in this kid. Not if I can help it."

Y/n nodded as Walter smiled, "thanks."

Truth be told, no matter the dark side of the moon, the light, self-pity, or no self-love, there is nothing I can write, the stars do not compare nor do the words on the paper which I write. I have spent eighteen years walking among strangers. I spent one year walking among family. For someone who has found solace in the dark of the moon with it's shades of black, for someone who has found death in the white of innocence and purity of heart; she wishes you not to go alone I have found myself fearful of something I have never fear once in my life because of Walter Fuse Fitzroy, the one stranger I call family. There is so much to compare, yet there are no words for what he has done for me. I'll spend twelve years six feet deep before I become the earth he'll walk; he was here long before I was here, and he'll be here long after. I have no words to write, yet I cannot stop when one stranger comes to mind.

Y/n looked down at the word's content; not exactly what they had meant even, the hand was good for writing and the mind was good at conveying.

"Hey, kiddo."

Y/n turned their head, Walter coming over, a blanket folded in hand; "Gettin' dark, it'll get cold."

Walter draped the blankets over Y/n's weak shoulders; "Thanks."

Sitting beside them, Walter looked over at the book in Y/n's hands, "You still working on that poetry of yours?"

Y/n nodded, closing the book in hand, "it's about the dark side of the moon, I think. I just let my mind run really."

Walter smiled small, his hand coming out to hold Y/n's. He could hold both Y/n's hands in one, "ya know."

Y/n glanced over him with tired eyes, the color drained from the face, "I'm thinking, maybe I'll try somethin' new we could be bald together eh?"

Y/n chuckled, quick to cover their mouth as a cough took over.

"So, where we landin' tomorrow eh?" Walter quickly changed the subject, "I think we go for the hot spot- easy wins- I'll rack up more than you within five minutes."

Y/n cleared their throat, "Sounds like a plan."

Walter smiled, carefully elbowing Y/n playfully, "Hey. I meant to ask you-"

Y/n held out the small notebook, "I wanted you to hold on to this for me."

"Ay kiddo that's your life work."

"I'm moving some stuff around, you know, in the room."

My boxes because I'm on the clock.

Walter nodded, "yeah, gettin' rid of somethin's ya said."

Y/n nodded, "Mind holding onto it so it doesn't get lost? I'd had for it to get lost in a box, slip out and land somewhere in the dark where I'll never see it again."

Walter nodded, "yeah, I won't lose it, kid."

Y/n smiled pulling the blanket closer as they sat together, watching the sun take it last shine in the sky.

"Dark side of the moon." Walter chuckled.

"It's where most things go to end." Y/n answered, "peacefully at least- no one notices them in the shadows."

"Unless you got a light," Walter told, waving the small book in hand- Y/n's life work.

"unless you have a light..." Y/n chuckled, looking out into the now sky-filled sky, "What a perfect end."

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angelatmidnight1 · 2 years

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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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msblazer · 2 years

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“Struggles”

Fuse x F!Reader

15-05-22

900+ words

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Copied and pasted from my wattpad one shots book:

Wattpad: @Ms_Blazer

One shot book: https://www.wattpad.com/story/309964342?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Ms_Blazer&wp_originator=45ywvl7gube24ROI9KG%2BetK8WcG5oGHevsjo1i2485Lwe62GkcQ1%2BBM8Q1bditE40pssVP2QZ6t7D7MqHnKb4A9Fdf1RAOlI1pB%2BeIG5OWld4noFf%2FoZMPCf2cE76HxZ

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Fuse x F!Reader

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The reader has some troubles with getting used to the Apex Games and 'Fusey' decides to help

Warnings:

-None

Extra:

You can listen to the song cause I was listening to it and I just thought it was a vibe lmao

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(Name) is a new legend who recently joined the Apex Games and was practicing in the firing rage. She let out a growl of frustration as she kept making mistakes with holding the gun and missing the targets completely.

She huffed and took a breath before aiming her sentinel towards a target. "C'mon...just one..." (Name) whispered to herself as her index finger hovered over the trigger. As she took the opportunity to shoot her foot slipped from under her which made her fall face first and miss the shot once more.

You stood there in silence staring at the ground, then let out a loud yell of frustration before getting up and throwing the gun roughly onto the ground. You're breath was unsteady with anger as you felt small tears pricking at your eyes.

"Woah, be careful with the gear mate!" You turned towards the voice swiftly which seemed to surprise the man since you saw him jolt backwards slightly. "Bloody hell! You look like...bloody hell!" He said.

You recognised him. Fuse. You've seen him play in the games on your TV before you joined and admired how he played. "You there mate? You alright?" He asked, you could hear his Australian accent pretty damn clear.

You moved some hair out oof your face and picked up the gun you threw. "Not really, I just can't get the hang of these snipers and sub machine guns and I'm frustrated about it." You muttered as you turned to look at Fuse.

He put a hand towards his face while thinking. "Alright mate, I'll help you" he smirked. "What? Why?" You asked. He started to walk towards you and grabbed a R-99 fro himself and a second one for you. "Why not? Nothing else to do right now so why not help you out hm?" You didn't protest so he continued.

"Here, let's practice with close range first" he handed you the R-99 which you took without a word. He laughed. "Am I not getting a thank you mate? Just kidding, you can thank me later with a drink maybe." He shrugged his shoulders and motioned you towards the close range targets.

"Alright, show me what you've got mate!" You looked at him unsure but aimed at the target anyway. As you took your shot several rounds you finally hit a target with a bullet and you smiled. "Hurray I got one!" You smiled. "Good job mate, but uhhh, we're still going to need to work on your aim." He said as he pointed out the several bullet marks on the ground.

You're smiled dropped in sadness. "Oh." Fuse noticed how sad you sounded and went up to you. "Here let me show you how to hold the gun properly" he said as he guided your hands to the correct positions with his own. You felt the cold metal from his arm as it brushed against yours which made you slightly shiver.

His face was close to yours as he aimed your arm towards the target. Only now, you started to take in his features. His chocolate brown eyes and his (killer) moustache, his sharp jawline and how some loose strands of his hair fell on his head. You never realised how good he looks till now.

You're face felt warm. We're you blushing?! You started to panic. Just then Fuse looked you in the eye. "You alright there mate?" He asked kindly. Which made your ears warm. "I'm fine!" You responded a little too quick for your liking. He smirked. "Whatever you say!"

He helped aim the gun again in your hands. You properly focused this time. "Try shooting now" Fuse said letting go of you which slightly disappointed you since you enjoyed his touch.

You quickly realised what the hell you were thinking about and quickly shook that thought out of your head and looked through the optics and took a shot. This time you got a proper headshot and the target dummy fell down. You smiled brightly and did a few little jumps of joy forgetting that Fuse was behind you watching with a proud grin on his face from your reaction. Fuse muttered a small "cute" under his breath.

You heard Fuse mutter something and turned towards him embarrassed since he saw your little happy fit. Fuse immediately saw the blush on your face and thought that you heard him mutter under his breath which immediately made him feel hot. "Uhhh, you did great mate-! Just keep practicing and try out more weapons!"

Fuse quickly collected himself before speaking again. "If you ever need more help I'll help you out best I can but I've gotta go now!" he smiled. You, who was still embarrassed quickly nodded your head in acknowledgment and muttered a quick 'thank you.'

Fuse nodded and started to walk away. "I'll see you around (Name)!" He called as he neared the exit which made you surprised since you hadn't told him your name. You watched him walk away until he turned around and yelled.

"You have a nice arse!" He winked and quickly left the firing range leaving you a blushing mess.

#apex legends #apex fuse #walter fuse fitzroy #apex fuse x reader #fuse x reader #apex drabble #apex fandom #apex fanfic #apex one shot

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amourlyns · 1 year

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Mirage plans on proposing to you, unfortunately you pass away abruptly before he can. Here’s how he deals with the grief. • GN!READER | ANGST

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It’s been a few months since you’ve seen your boyfriend, you decided to visit him as a surprise at an event. • FEM!READER | SUGGESTIVE

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Mirage has had a crush on you for the longest time, Fuse decides to help him out through a comedy show. • FEM!CELEBRITY!READER | FLUFF.

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Octane is your ex boyfriend, and he suddenly shows up doorsteps completely distraught. This was going to be a long night. • FEM!READER | SUGGESTIVE

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vanderilnde · 3 months

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simon/reader wild west au…… reader is an ex-farmhand pursuing revenge for the mysterious murder of her brother. she impinges on gangs, trying to track down his killer. then, she meets ghost, an infamous gunslinger whose nasty reputation precedes him. he’s an outlaw of the 141 gang, trigger-happy and moreish as he sweeps the reader off her feet, hindering her from her original endeavour: justice. but… wait. ghost is a little suspicious sometimes, isn’t he? it always seems like he’s hiding something… no, no, he loves you…

#fusing together arthur morgan and simon and keeping tbem in a mason jar #simon riley x reader #cowboy!simon #simon writing #writing

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cryptonite-exe · 1 year

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the funniest thing about revenant is how this motherfucker really believed humans can casually climb a hundred story building

#apex legends #revenant #apex legends revenant #apex revenant #apex legends fanfic #apex legends fanart #apex legends x reader #dumb ass bitch #mirage #catalyst #crypto #fuse #seer #valkyrie #loba #octane

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fabricated-misslieness · 2 years

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pairing: fuse x male reader

req: no | wc: 1.04k

summary: Fuse only wants a kiss. Or does he?

warnings: swearing, little suggestive

a/n: i dont play apex mobile but i’m counting the mobile exclusive agents. Don’t be confused, the other agents aren’t here. just explaining the 24

The next season of the Apex Games was coming soon.

“Hey, darling?”

“Yeah?”

Seeing it as a big occasion, Fusey, being the kind and rowdy man he was, decided to organize a little party. He had prepared much for it already: entertainment, a DJ, a dance floor for the DJ, booze, coolers for the booze, everything he could possibly think of had basically been checked off his mental list.

All except catering, that is.

Seeing as the venue was, well, his own home, as the host he couldn’t have some regular old Joe (as professional as he may be) cater his guests; not when he was able to guarantee a good meal himself.

The man was a lovely cook when it came down to food he loved. And what he loved most was a great–no, amazing barbie. He had made it his mission to make that barbie happen.

“There’s more meat coming off than peel.”

“Oh, shut up. It's not my fault you don't own a bloody veggie peeler!”

"Don't need one when the knife is just as good."

So here you were, just a couple hours before the party, leaning over a sink and peeling vegetables. It was just the two of you—the two of you making food for twenty-four people.

There was sauce to make, salads to mix, veggies to cut. Man, the menu was large.

You might as well be demanding a chef’s salary from him.

Your fingers felt as wrinkled as a grandma’s. With all the veggies you had run under the faucet and the water that still clung to their skin, your hands stayed wet and wrinkly. You reckon they wouldn’t be as fucked if you were faster at peeling them. See, whilst Fuse was a great cook, you were far from it.

Your time in the kitchen had been spent somehow burning water, setting things on fire (the non-professional way) and spilling shit all over the place.

As much as Fuse loved a thermite grenade, the arson of his own kitchen was far from enjoyable, which is why you were delegated the task of peeling.

While you could probably use a knife for violent ways, you could definitely not use it for the delicate work of peeling nonuniform veggies. But you wouldn’t admit that. Not that you needed to, anyway. The peel filled sink was enough evidence.

“What are you even doing over there, anyway?” You scoff, “I don’t see shit on the stove.”

“Keep your eyes on your own work, bludger.” He replies in a snarky tone that matches yours. “There’s more veggies a-waitin’ and they ain’t gonna peel themselves.”

You turn to him, blank look on your face, “Weren’t you just commenting on my work?”

“That’s different!” He proclaims.

You huff, “As if!”

“Look, I’ll be right back with something, and then I’ll get to work.” He gives you a pointed look, “Will that satisfy you?”

“Depends on what you’re coming back with.”

“Oh, trust me,” He chuckles, “You’ll like it."

"Better not just be breaking out the budgie smugglers."

He promptly takes his leave. Now alone, without him to entertain you, you focus back on your boring old work. Speaking of, it was a damn miracle that your fingers weren’t littered with cuts. Whatever guardian angel was watching over you today must’ve been the same one that picked Wally out for you, as much of a prick he was right now.

You were tired of standing still and straight for minutes on end. So, you hunch over, leaning your elbows against the edge of the counter.

You only realize how suggestive the pose is when Wally comes back.

In truth, you have only been thinking in your comfort's best interests.

“Woah, love, today is not the day!” His voice turns into a near whisper, “Or well, at least right now is not the time.”

You turn to him curiously, brow raised. “What d'ya mean?”

Instead of answering outright, Wally struts over with one of those stupid, charming smirks of his you've grown to love. Oftentimes it meant he was smug about something, and while you knew he was smug, you could tell he wanted to do something mischievous too.

You just couldn't tell what.

Though, if you had only an inkling of awareness, you'd have known.

"Oh, no, nothing." He says, even though you know he's absolutely bluffing. He leans with his waist against the counter, eyes already half-lidded.

"Fair dinkum?" You mirror his stance, far from convinced.

"O'course! Could never lie to ya, love." He snickers, knowing his accent is rubbing off on you. Then, he pulls you in for a kiss.

Needless to say, your current vegetable and knife are abandoned by the sink, and so are most of your curious thoughts.

It's only a short kiss, but far far from chaste.

"Not that I'm complaining, but," Wally seductively bats his eyelashes at you, which makes you laugh, "you're kissing me be-?"

"Because I love you, and," He draws back from you, flourishing his apron with a quick bow and the meaningless waving of his hands. "because of this."

The phrase Kiss the cook is plastered with big, bold letters on his white apron and accentuated with an eye-catching red kiss mark. You hardly remember buying it for him.

"Oh," You snicker. "well then, come here for another."

Wally doesn't protest. How could he? You kiss again. He relishes in the feeling of your lips, hooking his arms around your waist to pull you even closer. The contact is sweet and makes him feel warm; a toasty, cozy warm.

As much as Wally wanted to stay, there was a party coming and sides just waiting to be cooked. Even though at the end of the day he could call you a better meal than his own barbecue.

When you part, Wally gives you a knowing look.

"Do we have to?" You whine.

"Unfortunately." He declares in a sing-song voice. "Maybe I should've let Mirage host again." He mutters.

As he'd hoped, you settle back into your precious position and pick up your work.

So, he finally takes his opportunity.

He could never let such a good booty left without a tender, loving smacking.

Smack!

"Ow, you ass!"

"Your ass, actually."

#fuse x reader #fuse x male reader #walter x male reader #walter x reader #walter fitzroy x reader #walter fitzroy x male reader #i can say fitzroy now bc i finished bioshock infinite lol #apex legends x reader #apex legends x male reader #🎟 // apex legends #🎫 // fuse #🎫 // walter #🌸 // success!#💞 // darlings

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