#apex legends headcanons

[your-poetic-lifeline]

Anything for Ash and Rev please.. ( I do mean anything )

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How the Murder Bots Show Affection

consists of: rev being creepy as always (but i think it’s cute!), ash struggling to fully accept how fond she is of you, slightly messy strewn together thoughts on the two

word count: ~500 (496 exactly if you’re curious)

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Revenant

- revenant can’t help but be permanently menacing. He’s no where near a romantic guy.

- he does show affection though! it’s just… very strange.

- he’s touchy, but it’s discreet. it’s supposed to be at least. teetering hands along your waist or shoulder as he says creepy, but… slightly endearing? remarks.

- he’s a weird, grabby creature

- he doesn’t know how to properly ask for affection. or initiate it himself.

- most times he’ll loom behind you until you face him. If you take too long, he’ll grab the top of your head. it definitely looks very murderous from outside eyes. like he’s about to yank your head off.

- he also tends to grab your face, palm blocking your vision. it’s his way of directly averting your attention. sometimes it’s his way of complimenting your face?

- he’ll sometimes even stand in front of you expectedly. blank and unmoving, which couldn’t look anymore weird to the others…

- refers to you as his “favorite skinbag”. As well as “sweetheart”, but usually when he’s trying to taunt you.

- any rare moment that he’s being normal genuine, he’s likely to call you “hon”. short and simple, subtle enough to almost miss in conversation

- he always knows where you are, so he just comes to see you whenever he pleases. might bring something along with him? a snack maybe?

- has sometimes showed up after you’ve already went to sleep. He won’t disturb you after realizing, but he’ll linger a bit before leaving.

Ash

- not sure how long she thinks she can keep it up, but sooner or later she won’t be able to keep up the formalities.

- she’s wants to put her hands all over you, but it takes her a billion years to get over herself

- literally

- Ashleigh might be the polite side of her being, but she can tease her sometimes and it quite literally messes with her head

- “You’re actually quite fond of them, hm?” “Silence, Reid.”

- She can’t deny it though

- It takes her time to let go of that no love, no warm, “human” feelings mentality. but she likes you so much that she kind of lets that stuff go. at least enough to be a decent lover to you while still keeping up the façade around others

- while around others she’ll link an arm with you, or around you in some way, but anything more touchy embarrasses her

- away from prying eyes though, she’ll let you initiate any form of affection you want. she appreciates hugs a lot actually.

- she likes examining you. Adjusting your clothes, your hair, or taking note of any scars or other healed injuries on your skin.

- If she leaves you to go do…whatever she does… she sometimes tends to come back with an interesting item (i see her as a bit of a trinket gal)

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Bloodhound, Octane, and Pathfinder, reacting to a make reader who always hides his face? Like- always wears these pretty/badass looking masks, and one day it falls off (or maybe brakes, or they catch him without his mask) and he's the most prettiest boi they've met- and he just starts crying cuz he's afraid on how they'll react?

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Bloodhound/Octane/Pathy x Masc Reader. (Mask-wearing self-conscious reader)

Style: Intro + Headcanons

Wordcount: 1.8k (1808 to be exact)

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People get curious. People ask. Not everyone, of course, but those who ask about why you cover your face usually prod to the point it gets uncomfortable. The amount of people – Your “fans” as they call themselves - who blow it out of proportion, make you paranoid about someone pushing it too far.

They're terrifying, especially when they obsess over something. You'd think you would have more than enough shit to deal with as a legend but no, this is a whole different can you don't want to crack open.

Regardless, whether it's just for your own comfort or just because you like looking cool is nobody's damned business.

You have your own reasons. That should be enough.

But bad fortune was going to catch up to you at some point or other, you suppose.

The stray bullet that scraped the side of your face was close, way too close - fear washes over you like a bucket of ice cold water.

Ducking under cover with your heart leaping to your throat you touch your cheek with a hiss – red smeared over your glove – and curse under your breath. Shit. Not good but at least you're not out in the open. Taking a deep breath you grip your gun tighter, chest heaving up and down as your eyes lock with your teammate.

“I'm fine.” You dismiss their concern quickly, pressing the inside of your sleeve to your face to stop the bleeding as you peek out from behind the wall. You can't pinpoint the shooter, neither can you sense any movement out in the open. Sucking in a breath you take cover again, back against the cold concrete wall and gun clutched to your chest. “Can't see them.”

Looking back at your partner your brows furrow. They're staring. Is the wound that bad? You pull your sleeve away to see the bleeding eased up and heave a sigh, breath visible in the cold weather.

“What-”

Your eyes catch the sight of your face-mask on the ground.

Oh.

Quicker than you can process your free hand snaps to your face. Panic engulfs your form all over again – eyes shooting up to your teammate to find them still staring – they definitely saw. Your head spins, heart hammering as your throat goes dry.

Ah.

Okay.

This is probably the worst time to panic. And cry? Are you really going to cry over this? Right now? In the middle of the field?

Fuck.

Bloodhound -

If there's anyone out there who'd understand the panic you're experiencing now, it's them. They wouldn't want anyone to see their face, especially in the middle of the battlefield.

Bloodhound knows better than to stare. Even if they caught a glimpse of your face they respectfully avert their gaze, focusing on the incoming fight instead.

They've seen you come out of fights with much worse scrapes, but when you hesitate so do they.

Minding to keep their eyes off you, they grab your mask off the ground and hold it up to you without a word.

Thankfully there's nobody around, nor are there any cameras close enough to your cover.

They keep watch over you while you fix the mask back onto your face the best you possibly can, and only when you're done do they look at you.

Noticing your trembling form they try their best to soothe you, resting their hand on your arm and giving it a small squeeze. “Stay with me, félagi fighter. The fight is not over yet.”

As empathetic as they are, they can't do anything but bring your focus back to the battle.

It's hard to get a grip on your panic – eyes blurry and ears ringing, you're disorientated and zoned out - but you know you have to. It's either pushing your feelings to the side to deal with them later, or risking dying.

Bloodhound keeps a hand on your arm until you're calm enough to stand and move. Eyes locking with yours you give them a nod, a thanks, and their whole form relaxes some.

“Good. Let's move, myndarlegur. It is not safe here.”

Carefully they lead you out of the danger zone and towards somewhere quieter.

They keep an eye on you throughout the rest of the game, both out of concern and interest.

Whether or not the two of you win doesn't matter. As soon as the game's over and you're free to go Bloodhound checks up on you. They don't bring up whether or not they've seen your face, and with how they're acting you're not entirely sure they did, but if you need to they let you lean on their shoulder as the panic from the day's events catch up to you.

Octane -

Unlike Bloodhound, Octane's a bit too stunned to snap his gaze away from you in time. When your eyes lock he tenses, feeling like he was caught red handed over something he wasn't ever supposed to see.

How can he look away though? Have you seen your face? That's... A dumb question, but he's seen it now too! And MAN, he looked away more out of bashfulness than anything else.

His heart leaps to his throat when he forces out a laugh to dismiss the situation, clicking his tongue. “Ai, amigo, you gotta be more careful. Custom masks like that are a bitch to replace.”

Shaking his head he hands you the mask, frowning when he notices how badly its broken. There's no way you can put it back on.

The realisation draws over you the same second and suddenly it's much harder to breathe than before.

With your vision spinning you lean back on the wall heavily, knees almost buckling under you while the gun slips out of your hand and falls to the ground with a clatter. A vague wave of pain passes through you when you grip your face too hard but you're too zoned out to care.

One moment your vision is spinning, the other you feel fingers prying your hand away from your face. Then, you're staring at maskless Octane grinning his stupid grin at you while he makes sure his own mask sits comfortably on your lower face.

He dismisses you when you ask why, waving his hand in the air as if it was nothing.

“What are friends for, huh? Besides, we have a game to win. Can't have you distracted while we kick ass!”

And kick ass you do.

Sure, he looks kinda dumb with just his goggles and head covered, but with the air filter built in this mask it's much more comfortable to breathe than in your own.

After the game is over Octavio sticks to you like glue, both to check in on you and to let you know you can keep the mask until you can replace yours.

Like hell you're gonna give it back. You're keeping it and he's more than okay with that.

Pathfinder -

Pathfinder, sweet, helpful Pathfinder, notices your mask is gone quicker than you notice your bleeding. Fortunately, he's also the quickest one to jump into action.

“Careful, friend! Faces aren't meant to be shot through.”

You're panicked and shaking, covering your face, and the last thing on his mind is your face. He's focusing on double-checking nobody's near before looking back to you and holding out a medkit to you.

He enjoys looking at your face, of course, so he doesn't look away until you turn away and it finally clicks in his head that you're probably uncomfortable. After all, some people like having their face covered and you happen to be one of those people.

Looking around he pinpoints your mask and dusts it off, holding it up to you.

Noticing you're not moving and your eyes are leaking he tilts his head to the side, only realising you're having a panic attack when his thumb feels the pulse in your wrist.

“Oh no, this isn't good. Don't worry, I've got you.” Immediately his attitude changes from cheerful to deeply worried, and he's wriggling the medkit out of your hand to grab you and get the two of you out of the open.

Thankfully, he holds you close to his chest while he grapples to the safety of the indoors – locking the doors and setting you down in the corner – to make sure no cameras can catch a glimpse of you.

Once inside he rummages through the kit to patch you up, giving you a heads up at the incoming sting loud enough to get through your brain haze so you can brace yourself for it.

With that done he gets to work on fixing your mask up the best he can – he's not great at it but he can get a few strong stitches in quick enough before you need to get moving again.

“There, just like new – only slightly torn.” He beams at you.

By the time he's done you're staring at him openly, eyes dried, mind still foggy but you're grounded enough to bring yourself back into the present. You've been staring at him all throughout and if he noticed he didn't say anything. You're grateful for it.

Pathfinder hands you the mask and you shakily put it on, gasping when he ruffles your head to ground you further.

“Do you need another minute or are you feeling well enough to keep going? We always can outrun the ring with my zip-line, so don't worry about that.”

You let him know you need another minute, and he nods before walking off to double-check if it's still safe in the building. Once he's back he looks at you, head tilting to the left while a question mark pops up on his chest monitor.

“I do have a question for you, friend.”

Your mouth runs dry. There it is-

“Are you alright?” You blink up at him, genuinely expecting him to ask about your mask or why you wear it. Instead, he continues, “I'm sure we can forfeit if you need to leave. Your well-being matters more to me than winning.”

Your heart swells, both with anxiety and appreciation, but you ultimately shake your head from side to side, letting him know you just need another moment.

You might not win, but with a friend like Pathfinder, who's willing to give up winning just to make sure you're okay? You're gonna have to make sure he knows how much he means to you.

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Sanguine

Revenant x Reader

content: angsty & smutty drabble, I guess a happy ending?

word count: 1k

He could offer you nothing.  

During dark hours where his metal hands slithered along your body is when he felt this realisation most deeply. He could give you no warmth, no child- he couldn't even kiss you. Kaleb wasn't even sure if he could love you, a simple thing to most, but to him, one who hadn't felt the touch of such a thing during centuries of life, he wasn't sure at all. 

And yet, time and time again, you came to him.  

You pressed hot kisses against this face forced upon him and sighed in content at each one. His fingers knead the flesh of your hip as you straddle him in his plain, undecorated room, and he listens as your heart thrums quick and hard between your ribs. He undoes your shirt buttons deftly and hums as your hands move to cup his face.  

He was vile. He was the villain in countless stories, the shadow waiting in the dark; he'd told you so countless times. Months upon months piled up like paperwork, but for some reason, you continued to disregard his verbal attacks and senseless force. You stayed, a thorn in his side that continued to remind him that he was still much too human. When he fucks you like a man starved, he finds himself yearning for his long-dead body, for his blue eyes and smooth voice, not for himself, but for you. So you could be normal, you could be warm, and safe, and content. So you could feel more than steel and rage with your gentle touch. 

He brushes his unmoving, metal lips over your neck as your shirt is thrown across the room. He knows that you'll leave him- of course you will. As he helps you discard your shorts, he thinks, and he knows. How could you ever be content with a monster? With a monster who lacks every desirable aspect of humanity, with a monster who can't mutter out I love you, even when it weighs down on his fake tongue and strangles him with its twisting fingers.

And as he enters you, silicone and steel, he knows he will never be enough. No amount of metal can recreate what you need, what you deserve. His hands squeeze your thighs as he fucks up into you, carnally, face shoved into the crook of your neck to stifle his own noises as you moan his name, his real name, and he thinks of what a sick joke his life is; he holds perfection in his hands, he hears it cry his lost name, but he will never be enough. 

"Are you okay?" Your voice comes out breathy, broken, and Kaleb stills within you. You bring a hand to his face, guiding it away from your neck. Of course, you could decipher nothing from his expression, for it never changed, still as the mountains no matter the situation. But you could tell from his silence that something was bothering him behind those yellow eyes.  

"Yeah." Is all he says, and leans in, waiting for you to press a warm kiss against his cold lips. And you do, humming as he moves his hips again, slowing the pace slightly.  

You want to prod; you want to beg him for his real thoughts. But getting those out of Kaleb was nigh impossible. Rarely, on a cool summer night stargazing, something about his past or present turmoil will spill from his lips, and you cherish it, you love his words because you love him. But you knew that pushing him for vulnerability was a mistake, no matter how much your heart hurt for him.  

And he knew he was stupid. He knew that he was ruining the one good thing in his pathetic life by not opening up, by fucking you and pretending there was nothing to it besides lust. His eyes are trained on you as you throw your head back with a moan; he eyes the bead of sweat rolling down your neck, he eyes your lips, your closed eyes, the curve of your nose. He feels the ghost of his heart flutter and thump with humanity, and he hates it.  

He hates it because he knows, deep down in the pitiful thing he calls a soul, he knows that you will leave him. He knows that this will not last, that the butterflies in his chassis that swarm when he sees you will die, because you will realise that he can offer you nothing. He shoves his face back into your neck as he cums, mechanical hips stuttering against your bruised skin, a synthesised groan of both ecstasy and agony crawling from his throat.  

You drag him down into bed with you, and unlike every other time, you are met with no resistance. You cling to his metal frame like ivy, sighing at all the words left unsaid that linger in the air, making it stale and unbreathable.  

"Kaleb?" You ask with a nervous lilt.  

"Hm?" His hum sounds somehow exhausted.  

"You know I'd never leave you, right?"  

"I know. You tell me this every day." He wants to slam his head against the wall for responding to your sincerity with sarcasm. Yet, despite your constant statements, he can't bring himself to believe you- because he knows better. He knows that eventually you'll run off. As soon as you get a taste of the humanity absent in Kaleb through someone else, you will leave. It'll fill your lungs and pump through your heart like fire, and you'll be wondering why you wasted your time on him at all.

But, even so- as you mumble against his chest and hold him somehow tighter, he can't crush that fluttering of hope inside him that maybe...  

Maybe you won't leave.

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bloodhound x fuse?

-Despite outward appearance and general demeanor, Fuse is actually generally much more tidy than Bloodhound, particularly at home. He got tired of losing toes to unorganized explosives. He's not crazy, but he's tidy. Bloodhound, on the other hand, is a gremlin who has lived completely alone for over 20 years and it, in some ways, shows.

-That said, Fuse leaves his towels on the bathroom floor a lot. Bloodhound threatened him with a knife to the goodies after the fifth time. But, you know, in a nice way. Sort of.

-Fuse helps Bloodhound take off all their gear (which they usually do once everything requiring going further than their yard is done for the day). It's a quiet and intimate thing for them, but oddly enough not sexual.

-Except when BH makes it sexual

-BH is the horndog. Pun intended. Fuse just sounds like one.

-They own a matching couples t-shirt and/or knitted sweater.

-Both of these morons first instinct is not the hospital. If Fuse dislocates his flesh shoulder, he's lining it up with the doorway and popping it back into place himself. Bloodhound is the same.

-The age difference isn't really noticable most of the time except for when they watch movies. Fuse falls asleep within the first half hour. BH falls asleep about thirty minutes after him. They wake up around the same time and pretend they both enjoyed the film.

-Fuse is slowly building up Bloodhound's spice tolerance. He made it too spicy once and they tried to say it was good but they couldn't look him in the eye, on account of the tears in their own.

-Fuse learned early on that if Bloodhound is working on something and cussing up a storm, he should stay about 10 feet away. If they quit in the middle of the project and throw something, he should definately not ask them three hours later if they're gonna finish it that day because then it won't get done for six months.

[carmen-is-away]

cuddling with the legends pt. 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

In this post: Fuse, Valkyrie, Seer, Ash, Mad Maggie

a/n: i wrote this like two years ago and never posted it, sorry if it's maybe kinda inaccurate now and short compared to my other posts

Fuse

I might just be fantasizing right now, but I feel like Walter's a real touchy dude and he loves when his partner cuddles up to him. He eats that shit up and doesn't mind cuddling all day everyday. He's definitely grabbing a handful of ass no matter what position you two are in, but he's a big fan of having you lay on top of him.

Valkyrie

Kairi only likes to cuddles while winding down, whether that be before bed or after sex. Her hands are on your waist at all times and she's always pulling you closer. She's definitely gonna flirt and make plenty of sleezy comments the whole time.

Seer

He's a lover and he loves to cuddle. He wants to be very close and intimate with his partner, so of course he's gonna wanna cuddle. Expect candles, nice thick blankets and maybe even a small massage. He wants you to hear how his heart beats for you so expect to have your head on his chest often.

Ash

Ummm Ashleigh Reid is NOT a cuddler. She is all business all the time. She will literally have to be powered down before you should even consider just thinking about it. Sorry gang

Mad Maggie

Also not a cuddler, but less anti-cuddle than Ash. She's too busy girlbossing and being a Salvonian icon to cuddle. If you're cuddling Maggie, you would definitely have had to be very close to her for a very long time. She's partial to spooning if she is cuddling.

[cryptonite-exe]

i see you’re taking request!! would you be willing to write some more dating rev head cannons? maybe how he’d treat you during downtime with everyone else? :) so far i’ve fallen in love with your crypto content!

dating the devil | revenant headcanons

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; revenant x gn!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; AAAA MY FIRST REQUESTTT thank you so much you kind soul!! really hope you enjoy this! (apologies it took long) <3

the mellow afternoon sun slowly descends, the light of day fading. the hazy atmosphere and silence of the dropship’s clinic was comforting. you sigh deeply and shut your eyes. you relish in the peace of this unoccupied area of the ship, the vibrations of the moving ship was soothing to you. you were hooked on an iv bag to get the fluids you needed to make a full recovery. with an arm taped with wires and strict orders to rest there, you recall the events of the past day as sleep dawned onto you. the match today did more damage than good. your entire shield batteries and med kits being completely shredded by the damn charged rifle ash kept poking you with. the bandages on your waist fit you tight, the inflammation on your skin was no joke. perhaps having personal relations to the other simulacrum has its cons.

the recent schedule of back to back matches took a toll on you- no, rather all of you. octane, who lives for the adrenaline of battle, even expressed how he needed a breather after the recent games. quoting “more stim’s been going than coming, my stunts won’t be as cool without my stim!”. after the complaints, the syndicate announced a week long break with olympus being the stopping place. the legends rejoiced and gushed about their plans for the week filled with partying and clubs, and some choosing to remain in the comfort of their closed quarters.

the next thing you knew, you were coming to your senses. your attempt at going back to sleep was futile, the pillow your head was laying on was so uncomfortable you were convinced it was a brick. no amount of shifting and turning can soften that so called pillow. the white lights of the dropship nearly blinded you when you attempted to open your eyes. you groan and rub your eyes. now pissed and awake, you tried sitting up because you don’t remember the clinic’s pillows were this hard. you immediately stopped midway as a sudden shock of pain presented itself. the pain had you yelling before you can even register where it was. “easy there human” a familiar voice greets you. your hand lays on your abdomen but your eyes pan to him. “what the hell are you doing he- wait, where even am i?” you ask when you saw the unfamiliar room. it was the standard room the syndicate assigned to everyone but there was nothing.

“my room. how idiotic of you to simply sleep there. have you no regard for your safety?” he spoke, standing up. “you were looking for me?” you asked with a laugh, tilting your head to the side. “don’t get all cocky with me, human” he defensively replies. despite his relentless remarks, he places a hand on your back and offering the other to you. you accepted it immediately, he helps you stand up and walk. he doesn’t let go, perhaps waiting for you to tell him off. but you just lean in further into his gentle embrace, one that showed he was scared of harming you. “oh my knight in shining armor.” you gush, half jokingly. he only groans in response.

‘this will be a fun week’

he's a literal 6'8 (semi) gentle giant

there are the usual homicidal remarks here and there but never towards you

he'd be bored AS SHIT during the break

he complains that "skinsuits are to be killed"

he ends up following you everywhere like a curious cat, always looming over your shoulder to watch whatever you're doing

he doesn't care about pda at all, he let's you do what makes you happy. but when someone points it out he hisses like a cat in water

when the other legends saw him walk behind you everywhere, someone was bound to make fun of him for it

it just happened to be mirage

"who would've guessed murder bot is a murder PET now hah! hahah..." he laughs, fading at the end when revenant snaps his head in mirage's direction

various curses and profanities were thrown that you had to slap him on the arm for it

"hey- no that was too mean!" you express, crossing your arms

"whatever he deserved it" he murmurs, then stomps away like a literal kid

(is back to your side in 5 minutes)

not the best person to gossip to but he does keep an open ear and sometimes asks for details

he'll groan whenever you're rambling for a long time, but he actually feels bad when you shut up

his form of an apology is sticking by your side until you start talking again

he absolutely cannot be left to do a task unless you want claw marks left everywhere

folding clothes? ripped. wiping down tables? scratches. he wants to hand comb your hair? no you're going bald.

he doesn't understand your liking for kissing him but doesn't oppose it

rev : what are you doing?

: kissing you

rev : disgusting. do it again.

doesn't do pet names. you are clinically insane if you hope he calls you one

the most he'll do is "human" or "sweetheart" and not with romantic intent

is scared to even lay a finger on you, what if those hands do to you what they were designed to do?

you have to initiate any intimacy, placing his hands on your waist reminding him it's okay or resting your head on his shoulder to calm him down

treats you like absolute glass- like you would break at a single push

possessive to the power of 10, and it cannot be overstated

no other legend would dare to even flirt with you, an invisible mark that indicates his property is on you

"mine" he mumbles, pulling your waist closer to him as his other hand grips his scythe- bloody from an entire squad's futile attempt to ambush you alone

some would question your taste in significant others but if they asked, you'd answer

"if only you knew"

if only they knew the quiet moments you had just observing each other, curiosity indulging itself

if only they knew the stories he shared from his memories, how his early days as a human haunted him to a point of endless jealousy and anger

if only they knew how tired he was of waking up from every death he hoped was the final one, how you were the only thing he looked forward to seeing

if only they knew how you were the only person he trusted enough to shut down and sleep

if only they knew how you wake up at 3am to see glowing dots on your ceiling, no hesitation to pat the bed as an invite and just go back to sleep

if only they knew how he nudges his head against yours as a kiss, how he caresses your hands feeling the warmth of being human

if only they knew your selfish thoughts of wanting to be one of his kind to accompany him in his lonely nightmare forever

© this work is by cryptonite-exe, please do not copy and post on any other platform.

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Ok but imagine

So you know how sad octane has to be since he quite literally saw his father figure grandpa (idk I forgot what he was) get OBLITERATED by Revenant. He doesn’t know how to act right now, lost… but imagine when he comes back to you, he just hugs you and doesn’t say anything, he hugs you tight and sobs in your arms as he feels the your gentle touch, caressing his back trying to comfort him.

He wasn’t one to cry, Octane, wasn’t a man of tears, Octavio Silva in the other hand was.

“No se que hacer mi amor…” his voice was so small, so soft, compare to his usual loud and enthusiastic voice he was obviously in pain… “let it out Silva…” your voice comforted him, your sweet words helped him feel at least a little bit better, he had you… that’s what matters right now, you were still here, alive, breathing and touching him so gently…

Anyway I gotta write a vantage HC now cuz I kinda just left and never wrote it… hi yall!!!! I’m kinda back again (watch me disappear again)

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memes i make for me myself and i part 2

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August 'Ballistic' Brinkman Headcanons

Content disclaimer:

Fluff,

Gender neutral reader,

August met reader after joining the games

Masterlist

He spoils you 24/7. There is not a day where he doesn't do or buy anything for you. Whatever your heart desires, be it materialistic or something only he can give you.

He cooks. That's it. He loves doing it. He will cook just about anything you ask him to. If he had the time, he would cook for you every day.

He sometimes goes outside to garden, but since it's so huge he doesn't just take care of it by himself. He makes sure to plant your favorite flowers when he learns about them. His favorites are right next to yours.

He likes it when you take off his gloves, he finds it very intimate for some reason. He especially likes it when you take your time with it and make eye contact.

He hates when people touch his glasses… but he makes an exception for you. He actually likes seeing you in them, it just means too much to him so he doesn't let you have it often. However… he has bought a replica of it, just for you, he's just not confident enough to give it to you yet…

If you sit on his lap, he's gone, he's ready to die a happy man. Adores when you do that, he just thinks it's so personal. And you look so adorable in his lap. He always wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head either on your shoulder or the top of your head.

He loves buying model vehicle kits and building them himself, but he loves it even more if you join in on it and help build them with him. If it's not your thing, he's content with just having you close by while he's working on them.

He thrives off of physical touch. Touch him! Cuddle him, hug him, hold his hand, anything! He lives off of you giving him attention.

Compliment this man! He needs it so much. His confidence seems to be through the roof, but that's just an act, his ego is actually laying on the floor, dead. Boost his confidence! It can be the littlest thing he's done, but if you say he did a great job, it will mean a lot to him.

Guaranteed to give those compliments back. He appreciates you so much, can't not give you any. However, he never gives fake compliments. He's always truthful and genuine about them.

After a long day, coming home tired, he likes to sit down in the lounge and drink some of his favorite alcohol. Or tea if you tell him not to drink so much. While relaxing, he likes to watch you do your own thing. He loves these kinds of domestic moments.

He does it rarely, but he fancies slow dancing. He would appreciate it so much if you asked him for a dance, even if it's just at home while the two of you are alone.

He doesn't want you anywhere near his armory. He's very protective, doesn't want you to accidentally hurt yourself. Maybe if he's there to supervise you 100% he'll let you try them out in his firing range.

Mess his perfect hair up, he'll act like he hates it, but he finds it adorable when you do it. Just don't go too far with it or there will be consequences…

Hope you enjoyed! <3

Tried going off of actual in-game things I've found; him complimenting the player in the firing range, he has a holospray of him as a chef and a gardener, a banner pose where he's fixing a figurine, etc. Stuff like that.

I might make a part 2…

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Bloodhounds Younger Sibling

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Reader: General Netural | "you"/Y/n | Platonic

Notes: I really liked this

Warnings: one accidental walk in scene nothing explicit

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Bloodhound has always been very protective of you

Bloodhound taught you everything you needed to know

From multiple languages, Both the lauange of your people and of the diffrent worlds and too hunt using the old ways

Often they would try and keep you back, but you couldnt help but be excited to follow

You didnt know your parents like Bloodhound did, and they did there best to teach you as they would have.

You've picked up wood carving, especially on long hunts where you feel you do nothing but sit.

You often carve into the trees as well

When you were around the age where bloodhound lost there parents, they realized you were going amongst your own struggles.

No. Not Death, or Romance, Or Identity crisis

But rather your hearing

They realized you started loosing your hearing: it weak at first, not hearing things here and there, to not hearing things: like sticks crack infront of you

Your loosing your hearing and though you dont go deaf completely before they leave

Yet over time its clear you'll get there.

From then on, Bloodhound tries and make up a sign lauange for the two of you: its not exactly understandable to others, and some people are trying to learn it as well as you run around showing the kids your age

But with what limmited literal knowledge bloodhound manages to come out uptop, as they always do in your eyes.

Bloodhound's big day, coming of age hunt, was...worse than you anticipated it

You still young didnt really realize what your older sibling had done wrong

But it made bloodhound mad, and they even snapped

With immediate regret they apologized but still didnt let you have the burden of what was happening.

So when bloodhound went to...redeem themselves you werent expecting an attack on the village by the monster thats been plauging the village.

With your uncle now dead, Bloodhound was now leaving...

You were confused on exactly what your older sibling, your only family was leaving for.

"I'll see you when you come back?"

"When I come back." Bloodhound spoke louder than normal, accompanied with a nodded

Bloodhound watched the child nod, it. Saddening. Yet....relieving.

Nothing bad could happen to you with themself gone.

Days turned into Weeks, weeks into months, months into years, years into a decade...

Since Bloodhounds leaving you hadn't really fit in anywhere, adults labeled you back luck, a bad omen, kids were told to stay away from you, people talked about you infront of you and behind your back.

So....you left.

You get lost that is. Going anywhere but nowhere

In the deep snow you come across tracks, bears, small, one set, a cub.

Following them you find the little guy stuck.

New animal friend acquired.

After all he follows you on your heels for the next three miles

Hes small but he wont be small for long

He fits in your pack for now, and sticks his head out as you make your way.

Days and days of walking, camping and more walking

you finally see smoke, bad smoke, and push your way forward, maybe you could find people that way.

Turns out, your days of walking is brought by more walking

And you accidentally throw yourself into the apex games, (Duos to be exact)

Turns out the apex games were goin on in your very own backyard.

Luckily you and your new friend you yet to name have battle expirence under your noses.

You dont really seen anybody till you turn a corner at the bridge and run straight into metal.

Pathfinder luckily.

"You must be my teammate." He spoke happily, "I was wondering when you'd show!"

"Team...mate?" Y/n asked uncertain if they heard the bot infront of them.

"Highfive! Teammate!" He spoke happily, lifting his hand up.

Y/n looked at him confused but placed there hand on his, his screen lighting up in a smile causing them to flinch.

You were intrested, and because Pathfinder amd you met, you introduce him to your friend.

The bear in your backpack

"That is a bear!" He cheered, "what is name?"

Y/n hadnt come up with one, "oh. Uh. Bear?"

"Highfive Bear!"

Pathfinder sadly did not receive a highfive from Bear

But rather a growl in happiness and was the set down.

So you three contuined, and Pathfinder called out any weapons he seen for you

"You may like a Sentinel if you are new to this! Keeps yourself in the background!" Pathfinder commented holding the snipper in hand.

He stopped, watching Y/n look out in the distance, they looked. Solemn. Alone even despite the two new friends at there sides.

Pathfinder tapped Y/n's shoulder, Y/n turning around.

"You have a hard time hearing!" Pathfinder spoke loudly.

"Sorry." Y/n apologized.

"Will captions help you?" Pathfinder spoke.

"Captions...?"

Words showed up on Pathfinder's screen.

Perhaps words would be easier, y/n looked at the screen.

"I...dont know what that is." Y/n responded, unknowing how to read.

"Perhaps I shall just speak louder then! It is no problem!" Pathfinder chimed, "Please take this weapon!"

Y/n shook there head, "That is forbidden."

Pathfinder was confused, how did you even make it in the games?

But as you were discussing: a bullet past by the two of you.

Turning heads you both looked at a larger Islander Male and a Red head Jamaican girl.

"Poor bastards." She laughed her accent thick as Pathfinder Grabbed Y/n, both rushing for cover.

Bear rushing after the two, Y/n grabbing Bear before he slid across the metal floor.

You both were pinned, and you looked over the crate.

"Stay." Y/n ordered Bear, pulling an axe from there bag

You rushed the two, Pathfinder covering you as you were quick to climb the zipline with the axe in your mouth

Making it up quick you went for Lifeline, a strong kick into the underside of the jaw and then the but of the axe to the side of the head while Pathfinder handled the big guy.

You actually ended rocking Gibraltar's war club and your own Axe.

"May the Allfather guide there souls." Y/n spoke.

Wait. Allfather?

Pathfinder's heard that somewhere.

But he cant find where in his processors wheres he's heard that

With Bear giving out a growl in worry he'd be left down below, Y/n slid down and let Bear come back into there pack before climbing back up

"This is the ring!" Pathfinder explained pointing at his screen, "We are outside of it! We'll need to venture inside! And while so we may run into teams! Fun killing!"

When had killing become fun?

Y/n was silent though, as the two contuined on.

No guns were used by Y/n, just axe and warclub

And when they found Revenant and Mad Maggie, that Sycthe was added to the collection.

They didnt really run into to many people after that.

The two were walking across a bridge, exposed and out in the open

"Ay got two enemies out there. With two squadies left." Fuse spoke up, Krabber in hand aimed and ready to fire, "Got Pathfinder and some new kid. Take a look babe."

Bloodhound kneeled down next to Fuse, and Fuse detacted the scope and handed it over.

"I see the MRVN looting," Bloodhound explained, shifting the sights over before zooming in, the face unclear as there head was looking inside the crate, Pathfinder looked to be explaining things inside.

"No..." Bloodhound spoke, "That person. They are from my Village."

"Eh? Someone I gotta worry about for your hand in Marraige?" Fuse joked.

Bloodhound was in no mood, "They have a bear in there backpack. That isnt a competitor-"

"Such a shame." Loba spoke up, Pistol pressed to the back of Fuse's head, "I knew you were getting old but not that old."

"Hi bloodhound! Fuse!" Vantage waved to the two happily trigger ready to pull the trigger.

"Please. I ask for a truce-"

Loba laughed, "oh?"

"That person with Pathfinder. Is from my Village- they're not suppose to be here-"

"I could careless-"

"Show some compassion would ya?!" Fuse argued.

"They're family?" Vantage asked.

"They're trying to trick you!" Loba argued, "Whoever that is. Will kill us! They've already killed!"

Vantage looked at the two, "alright."

"I'll do it myself!"

"Wait!"

Two headshots later there was only two squads left.

"Looks like you were busy-"

"Shit! Ambush!-" Loba shouted, Pathfinder ziplining straight into her, sending her over the cliff to fall to her death.

Meanwhile Y/n jumped off some crates Vantage too impressed to move, it ending her time as she followed Loba off the cliff.

"We have our champions!"

"We won!" Pathfinder cheered, "We're the best!"

Y/n watched as a flying ball came into view, it had a camera as they looked at it confused, face covered in blood and confused as they looked at the thing.

"Damn kid!" Revenant shouted he on the drop ship, they all watching the two new championship.

"It is a shame we hadn't met in battle. An intresting challenge they would have been." Ash declared.

"You gonna be alright there?" Fuse asked, ice pack in hand, a nasty headcahe from the headshot.

Bloodhound nodded, back to everyone, secluded with there face uncovered and helmet off.

"I." They sighed, "Will be alright."

Fuse smiled at them, it small and fulled of concern.

"Really..thank you my Walter." Bloodhound spoke holding Walter's hand in reassurance.

"Oh my flyers!" Vantage shouted rushing over, "I'm sorry! I really am! I would of liked to help really!"

"Woah! Woah! Pup!" Fuse stopped Vantage from comin to close, "Houndy's not really comfortable infront of others without. Ya know."

"Right! Sorry!"

Bloodhound carefully put themselves back together before turning to the younger legend.

"I understand, as well as the predictiment. I congratulate you on your sucesful Slatra and Victory. The all father blesses you today."

"Me? No! No!" Vantage smiled, "That person from your village! They won! With Pathfinder. See!"

Bloodhound turned toward the screen.

A stagename given to them already 'The Nameless'

But nameless they weren't.

"Y/n..." Bloodhound responded longing, sadness, in the modulated voice, "Oh...my Y/n... what have you done..."

What?

Fuse is lost. "YOUR" Y/n?

Confused Australian noises

When the ship picks the champions up, all are confused.

Where the fuck did you come from?

No one really considers your win a win.

And the Bear that comes crawling out your pack scares the fuck out of Mirage.

They ears didnt pick up the soft call of there name, but there eyes caught the figure.

"Bad blood between the two?" Mirage whispered causing Rampart to elbow him, earing an Ow.

They were floored, watching the figure so familiar walk over. Diffrent in armour yes, but the allfather told Y/n who was truly infront of them.

Bloodhound stopped just a few steps away from Y/n. Y/n quickly fell to there knees, lifting the weapons of there bidding up in there hands above there head.

Bloodhound's gloved hand reached forward grabbing Y/n's hand, signalling them to rise to there feet.

"Weapons of my battle." Y/n responded, blinking erratically to dismiss the tears, "Slátra for the All father! Gifts for my leader."

Bloodhound held out there hands as Y/n handed them over, all of the damage with such simple weapons.

They slipped from Bloodhound's hands to the floor. Reaching over they quickly hugged Y/n.

Y/n unable to hold in any more tears as they cried and hard.

"I missed you! So much!" Y/n cried.

Bloodhound pulled away only to pull down there mask and place a hard kiss on Y/n's cheek, hugging them again.

"Are you crying?" Bangalore asked.

"What? No." Valkyire argued, a lie, "Okay. Its making me miss my dad-"

Bangalore was surpised but sighed as Valkyire hugged her.

It some how became contagious, hugs went around.

"I love you man!" Octane cried.

"Haha! Alright Alright!" New Castle laughed.

"Come on girlfriend!" Pathfinder cheered.

"No- No!-" Ash argued Pathfinder hugging her anyways.

"One dont hurt." Rampart smiled at Mirage.

"Neither does two." Horzion cheered bringing them both into hugs.

Vantage watched, it something she desperately wanted, affection, but none of that werid kissy stuff.

"Need a hug kid?" Fuse asked, "I could do with one."

"...yeah."

"Im not hugging you Demonio."

"Didnt expect one."

Bloodhound was all over you, wipping away the blood from your face mostly, gentle seeing a cut.

You missed this...this contact... there hands bare against your face.

They were always motherly to you, but fatherly in some ways.

Careful with you, but not so Careful like you'd break

You were...confused by them at the same time. This new bloodhound was...new. (duh)

And you didnt like the man staring at them from across the room

"There..." Bloodhound responded, "another to add to the collection.

Y/n left over the small butterfly bandages.

"I see you have no choose the way of the Raven." Bloodhound responded turning there head to watch Arthur tease the bear cub with it's tail feathers.

"...I...Im sorry." Y/n responded, "I...cannot hear you completely..."

"I know someone who can help," Bloodhound spoke louder, "They're always up for a new modification-"

"Someone said Modification!?" Rampart spoke up.

"But...we are-"

"I know." Bloodhound spoke grabbing Y/n's hand, "but we cannot keep denying the future to live in our past."

"Is...that why you left the tribe. Why you left....me..."

"No. Never." Bloodhound told holding there cheek, "I am a coward and should be shamed for what I did...to the tribe. To you. I am ashamed what I did to you. I am sorry. I beg for your forgiveness."

Y/n just hugged Bloodhound again. Bloodhound holding them tight

Fuse is a ball of fire sitting across the room.

"Hey egg. Stop throwin a hissy fit and ask." Maggie argued.

It was an understatement saying you were attached to Bloodhound.

Now people were your fans, you had to go into the Apex Games as an actual contestant.

Luckily you were allowed in, and given a room across from Bloodhound's

So with your new room and few things you own, aka you barely full pack, the chlothes on your back a bear, and the weapons from battle

Right you wanted to give those back.

You take your time, cleaning each one, sharpening them,

Gibraltar's wowed by your skill when you deliever it to him all prestige and pretty

"Wow! You're good!"

"It is your weapon. It should be with you."

Like said Gibraltar's thankful

Then you get to Revenant's room knocking on the door

He hates you due to humiliation.

But has to admit...you know how to sharpen your shit

You thank him, even if he just took it, after all you did use it, then just leave

And spend more time catching up with your older sibling

Fuse is kinda ticked off for the rest of the week.

He had no idea who you were, a sibling especially

You were young, good looking, strong, not afraid to show emotion.

Plus you had a fucking bear.

And shared culture with Houndy

Oh he thinks he's so fucked.

"Aye. Houndy. Can. I." Fuse started walking into the room, "Talk to ya."

Bloodhound looked over, "is everything alright My Walter?"

Walter closed the door behind himself, walking over to take a seat, Bloodhound bare faced,feeding Arthur.

"This...new kid."

"Y/n?"

"Yeah."

"What about Y/n?" Bloodhound asked.

"Did...ya know 'em. Ya know before the games."

Bloodhound chuckled, "I hope I did. Y/n before I left my village was...more than the all father to me. My everything..."

"But?"

Bloodhound was silent, stroking Arthur's neck.

"I...left Y/n there...my greatest, and most devistating decisions." Bloodhound responded, "One should not abandon family...and I did...I thought perhaps leaving them there...they'd be better off, I was just scared of facing what Y/n had thought of me after the attack."

"Ah..."

Fuse was even more mad at himself, of course they were siblings

Ah but jealously is a bitch

It was when Athur flew threw the open window you were confused.

Was it not feeding time?

He took to your arm as he use to so often.

And you walked over to Houndey's room.

"I believe Arthur came to pout to me about the lack of food-"

Y/n was frozen, in place, watching there sibling stripped of there top, sitting ontop another legend in a very much less clothed stature than there sibling.

"By The Allfather!"

Y/n quickly slammed the door, face red in blush as they backed up slowly in shock.

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Pt 2?

Tags: @chase-ing

[your-poetic-lifeline]

Maybe some head canons of characters received gifts or small amounts of affection. Revenant perhaps?

showing kindness to robots sure turns them squishy like humans, hm?

think of this as a late valentines post

The Legends Receiving Gifts & Affection

characters included: revenant, loba, caustic

consist of: sweetness! long ass headcanons oops! and some vague gift ideas.

word count: 900+ (906 if you’re curious)

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Revenant

- There isn’t a lot he’d expect as a gift, given that a lot of things wouldn’t be of use for him. The idea of gifts actually slipped his mind completely until the first time you gave him one. It was a nice little headband.

- He stared at it blankly in his hands. He wasn’t sure why you were giving him gift, but upon looking at it some more, he came to appreciate it.

- He gives thanks with a simple hum. When he’s alone, he’s fiddling with the fabric and deep in thought.

- He likes it a lot. He thinks it’s practical. And subconsciously, the color/pattern is a nice contrast to the red that takes over his design. Makes him feel… a little nice about himself?

- He never thought he’d have the capacity to accept and appreciate a gift. He certainly can’t remember the last time he did or if he ever did.

- Is secretly hoping for more. if his faceplate could move, the idea of getting gifts from you would bring a faint smile to it.

- He also craves affection (it’s a co-requisite with pretty much any other love language you choose to express)

- the act does something funny but exhilarating to his processors.

- Any act of affection could make him swoon in some way, but he usually tries to play it off with a sound feigning annoyance.

- Is secretly holding back a love-filled sigh when you give him soft kisses or subtle, fleeting touches

- my boy just wants some love. it’s a different experience for him and he chases it willfully

Loba

- Loves and appreciates every gift you give her. It doesn’t matter if she can steal anything she desires. The love put into a gift is more than thieving can outdo. The gifts she receives from you makes her swoon every time.

- “Oh darling… this is just as beautiful as the last. Thank you…”

- Biiiig smooch on your cheek or forehead as she continues to look over the item.

- She truly accepts every gift whether it’s jewelry or otherwise, expensive or not. She likes that the gifts you give her reflect your inner mind. Even if it was some obscure, handheld item, she’d find it cute/interesting and would find somewhere to display it or put it to use

- And she’s a huge gift giver herself! She’ll give you anything you ask for or even vaguely mention.

- “Now it’s my turn to give you something nice darling. No really, you deserve it my love.”

- Pretty much gives you twice the amount of gifts you give her

- She’s also very careful with you. If she decides to get you anything expensive, she’s sure to double check that it’s nothing too expensive or rare enough for someone to try and track. She doesn’t want you in danger because of a reckless steal.

- Is elated sharing gifts and other things with you. She’s very, very affectionate and seeing you in a good mood puts her in a good mood.

- She sometimes glances at you and simply decides to attack your face with kisses. Is always caressing your face as she just adores you.

- “You are so gorgeous…”

Caustic

- Ugh i cant stand this guy (lying)

- If you give him something, you may have to be a little patient with him.

- When you first started giving him things, he refused them.

- “You can have it back. I have no need for your obnoxious trinkets.”

- After a couple of attempts though he starts to accept them, but usually doesn’t even open them until days later. Chances are if you place it somewhere where he can see it constantly, he might open it a little sooner.

- If you give it to him unwrapped, that’s even better. It pushes him to see it for what it is and accept it. His reaction is barely a hum of approval, but he takes it nonetheless and moves on.

- When he’s alone he observes it meticulously. Truthfully, he thinks fondly of your gifts. Even if he wouldn’t deem them useful, they still get some appreciation.

- Has a spot somewhere where your gifts are all huddled up and subtly on display. He personally doesn’t like gifts, but the fact you occasionally give him things is something he can appreciate as well.

- He kind of wants to give you something in return, but is super bad with gifts.

- And being genuine.

- And nice. lol.

- He’s quite the observer though so he recalls your interests or anything else you’ve talked about to come up with a gift idea.

- Goes for something simple. He’s way too flustered to give you anything too specific because he knows you’d point out his attention to detail.

- He’d try not to make it a big deal when he gives it to you as well. Will stomp up to you and simply place it in front of you.

- Behind his brash demeanor, he’s actually smiling, satisfied with himself when your reaction to the gift is positive.

- When it comes to affection, he prefers to keep it to a minimum. But moments like these where you’re really happy loosen him up a bit and he may let you dote on him however you’d like.

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[the-mechanica]

Yes I am excited for Rev singing, but it's also launched me on a "Darin de Paul was a Broadway actor" rant, where I swear that Rev's accent has vague NYC vibes before I remember that exact fact (his longer vowels are akin to Harley Quinn's for example).

Not to mention that there is a musical on Broadway RIGHT NOW about the ebb and flow of democracy in the Philippines, called Here Lies Love (regarding former President Marcos and the People Power Revolution of 86), so when Conduit started singing too I was like "omg did Respawn go to Broadway wtf" (note that musical has been kicking around for a decade but it's now on Broadway)

[kieranwritess]

Ballistic Headcanons (some x reader?)

Fandom: Apex Legends

Character: Ballistic

Notes: kinks mentioned, you are responsible for all media you consume etc etc, religion mentioned, pet names

a/n: I went mental for the old man and here we are. another midnight HC list!! I do not control when the writing gods strike okay 😭

General HCs

him and Horizon are lowkey besties (pov you bond over the shared trauma of losing a son)

prolly tolerates her and Fuse the most out of the other legends (Fuse comes across as a pretty amiable guy despite it all tbh)

if sad wet cat was a person, he is it

speaking of cats, HE IS A CAT PERSON!! has like 50 and the MRVNs take care of them while he's away

if he gets called Monty, there is a 99% chance he will break your legs

fences, prolly owns a real sword (rich people tingz)

and speaking of rich people, hoards art like a fucking DRAGON (think Tilda from Horizon FW but less evil)

basically canon but mans is a Hellenistic pagan

given the bust of Zeus, he probably has a shrine for him somewhere on the estate

I'd imagine another patron of his is Athena (i.e. strategic warcraft and wisdom. I mean cmon he quotes literature everywhere, a very learned fella)

protects his tea stash at the Apex HQ with his LIFE (if there's no canon HQ just pretend there's one in Solace City by the firing range)

dramatic little bitch ("by the gods, I'm down ☹️")

fashion-conscious at the very least (thinking of the kill quip about burying his opponent "in a more respectable outfit than that")

Romantic HCs

is SO quiet about his private life (I mean after his wife and child leaving him why wouldn't he be?)

and with that #baggage, he's very nervous to admit to himself that he's romantically/sexually interested in someone again

if he does find himself interested in someone, he finds it difficult to put aside his public persona (a subconscious and self-protective habit)

but when he falls, he falls so damn hard !!! he's afraid of coming on too strong as well. will probably suss out the vibes of said person

ANYWAYS, if his s/o is in the Games, he feels so damn bad about hurting them it's basically a flight risk lol (and THIS is why there are anti-fraternization rules)

if legend!s/o does get hurt, this man is so good at makeup sex godDAMN

is definitely one to worship and spoil his partner

pet names like dear, darling, pet, luv, angel, god(dess), my love, beloved, my *insert pet name here*

considers himself a pretty vanilla dude with a crippling breeding kink (no matter the sex of his s/o)

cooking for those he cares about is lowkey a love language of his

[kittymsmithwritesstuff]

More Fusehound Headcanons because They Have Taken Over My Psyche

-After the kiss in the woods Fuse thought Bloodhound would still wanna take things slow (mostly by keeping quiet among the other Legends) but first day of s15 BH rolled up calling him mitt Walter and touching him pretty much whenever possible.

-Zero complaints from Fuse

-Fuse visits Bloodhound’s village at their new settlement more than Bloodhound visits his place in Solace City. He likes the peace.

-Fuse takes Bloodhound to a grungy rock concert and they are both surprised how much they enjoy it.

-Bloodhound specifically steals Fuse’s t-shirts because he’s bulkier than they are so they are very comfy and, bonus, smell like him. Fuse is grumpy that he can’t do the same because Bloodhound is a lithe person. He is considering buying them oversized sweaters to steal.

-Bloodhound is the reason Fuse starts actually doing laundry.

-Butt bongos are a regular occurrence in this relationship.

-Fuse really likes being verbally affectionate in and outside of the Games to the point he can get pretty cheesy, but the cheesy is exactly what Bloodhound loves. Bloodhound’s own affections might seem lackluster, but they make up for it in private when they can wax poetic about his mustache and arm muscles all they want.

- You know those memes about girls biting their boyfriends arms for no fuckin’ reason? Fuse does that to BH, who is consistently baffled by it. So is Fuse.

-Fuse cooks more because he uses spices besides salt and pepper.

-One of the things they still do together the most is hunting. They both love the thrill, the time alone, the utilization of their skills in battle. Camping under the stars where they can exist unabetted is a precious thing.

-That said, there is a specific time that might be even more precious, and that’s when they’ve spent the night at Bloodhounds so they could start a hunt the next day, only for it to rain so disasterously stepping out the door to get wood for the fire is a risk that takes thought. On these occasions, sure there will be no interruptions from anyone else in the village or the Games and snug warmly in Bloodhound’s house, they can lounge for hours in the security of it all. When this happens, Bloodhound’s favorite thing is having Fuse lay on top of them with his head on their chest while they rest a book on his shoulders and read aloud.

[carmen-is-away]

cuddling with the legends pt. 3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

In this post: Crypto, Revenant, Loba, Rampart, Horizon

Crypto

I've said this before, but mans is touch starved, like I'm talking yearning, feening for affection. He wants to cuddle with someone so bad, but won't admit it. If you tell him that you wanna cuddle, he'll be over the moon, but will try to play it cool. It's very easy to see through his act though. Loves to spoon, especially if he's the little spoon.

Revenant

You've got to be out of your mind, I mean absolutely crazy cuckoo bonkers. But if you somehow get him to cuddle with you, he will be super confused and will compensate for it by threatening you the whole time, but he might wrap an arm around you and let you do whatever though

Loba

She's got a lot of love in her heart surprisingly and very touchy in private. She likes to cuddle and loves to be the big spoon. She'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear the whole time, when she's not busy plotting how to torment Revenant next.

Rampart

I had a hard time deciding what to write for Ramya, but I've come to the conclusion that she's just really playful about it all. She'll tickly and tease you the entire time and jokingly complain about how hot it is, but if you try to get up or move away, she'll say that she's just joking and ask you to come back and cuddle forreal.

Horizon

She likes cuddling but finds it hard to find time for it, because yk, women in STEM! She'll definitely be down to cuddle if she's deep into some reading or paperwork. Just be prepared for her to jump up and disturb your peace in the name of science.

[xtrasoggyrat]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

*Honey=y/n, i just cant use y/n over and over

*black!reader but can be read as any race

⚠︎︎ MINORS DNI ⚠︎︎ MINORS DNI ⚠︎︎

crypto isnt typically affectionate but when it comes to intercourse it’s a whole different story.

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¿GENERAL？

Position wise crypto prefers doggy style, cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl

REASONS:

He likes gripping honeys hair while in doggy style

The views are always perfect

Honeys body is bodying

He really doesn’t care about positions(sometimes...), he just like pounding fr

Crypto absolutely adores it when Honey wears lingerie bc Honey has a thing with lingerie and sexy lace night gowns

He prefers mostly different greens and black lingerie and simple but intricate designs

As much as he prefers lingerie, he doesn't mind a simple bra and pantie match

Noise complaints not that often but when they are filed, it was bc of a long night with Honey and Crypto

They can be loud but some of the walls are thick depending on where they choose to do it

Honey prefers to do it mainly in the bedroom or the couch while crypto prefers his office mainly but doesnt mind the kitchen table or counter and the shower.

‼️LAZY SEXXX OVER EVERYTHING‼️

lazy sex after the games are over for the day or late night sleepy sex at 3 in the morning. O gawd

Lazy/sleepy sex=sensual cuddles,kisses, and rubs♥︎

SLEEPY CRYPTO 𖦹﹏𖦹

His deep and whispy voice bc he either just woke up or just got home and is sooo eepy~

Slow strokes and steamy sleepy makouts are 10x better if honey is wearing his shirt

Cuddle sex is the best remedy for all problems :)

~OTHER~

Crypto basically is only thinking about how Honey taste and feel the whole time he is “working“

He stays daydreaming about the different ways he pound honey and different scenarios of them having sex💕💕

Cockwarming whenever he asks. Like when hes hacking/coding, reading, or just bc he wants to

Hes a god at fingering, he has to make honey cum on his fingers at least once before he actually penetrates her

Creampies are a MUST⬇️

Crypto has a thing with cumming in honeys hole. Not that he wants kids, but he likes to see his cum spew out of her spent hole, just to push it back in just to hear honey whine about overstimulation.

He doesn’t mind being the bottom sometimes, he likes it when honey’s in control especially when she makes him beg and refuses to let him cum or push up into her while she rides him all slow like.

He doesn’t mind anal either way it goes but he does mind if he’s the one getting their ass ate

Strap????maybe????

He has a thing with honey wearing his clothes especially his jacket. It seems like just one jacket but it’s a whole collection of them. Seeing her in his clothes just makes this man deranged

Boobs and thighs man⬇️

SUFFOCATE THIS MAN WITH EITHER OR

THIS MAN EATS PUSSY LIKE A STARVING MAN. It’s a life or death situation for him frfr💀

Please sit on his face

Shower sex is a must at least once a week for him

The honey grips his back gets him going tbh

He is weak in the knees for honey when she pushes his head down into her core and grips his hair while he's eating her out especially when she praises him or even if she degrades him(he lives for her praise and appreciation)

Crypto and honey have had quickies before but crypto is not too fond of them

Sex is a average thing for them unless crypto is off to the games or just busy in general

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