apex legends x reader

ballistic x messy reader

Requested by sug00re

also sorry i sort of rushed this 😓

August would have never guessed that someone as soft spoken and gentle as you would be so...as he put it, disorganized. He normally associated that particular trait amongst more boisterous individuals, but then again, people are full of surprises. You two were introduced via some mutual friends, and got along splendidly. You both soon started dating after that. It was on your first date he picked up on your disorderly habits.

He invited you to dinner at a luxurious restaurant. Normally, you would have to have booked a table months in advance, but having an affluent background had its perks in these sorts of situations. You looked nice-his eyes widened when he saw how ravishing you looked in evening attire. You shyly linked arms with him, and were off on your date.

At the table, you engaged in normal conversation, ordered your meals and began to eat. He thanked the waiter, tucked a napkin into his suit's collar and began delving into his food. He was about to say something-maybe it was about how the food looked or maybe about how nice the place was, but stopped when he looked up to see you engrossed in what you were eating. You had juice and oil from the food circling around your mouth and spotting coating your cheeks. Your evening clothes had a couple of spotted stains on them, and the food on your plate had fused together to become a whirlwind of a mess. Once you noticed his (and the waiter's) surprised looks, you tried your best to fix yourself up and tried to make yourself look as presentable as possible for the rest of the date.

Then you started to live together. He would leave rooms like the kitchen, then you would enter to grab something, and it would turn into a mess. You would pull out a couple different books to read and leave them lying around, you'd forget to put clothes you went through back in their proper places. Luckily, he had his newly hired MRVN butler to do the cleaning for him. He took it upon himself to investigate why you were messy, coming to the conclusion that you were just forgetful and unaware that you were leaving such messes. He would tease you about it, jokingly saying that "Hurricane Y/n" must've come through, prompting you to be slightly more aware whenever you were busy.

However, he did find himself appreciating how that trait of yours translated to the way you presented yourself. You cared about your appearance, but didn't spend as much time getting yourself ready like he did. He'd make sure that his clothes were smooth, his hair was combed back neatly. Meanwhile you, while you weren't sloppy, you didn't think what you were wearing didn't matter unless it were a special occasion. If you, Y/n, were just anybody to him, someone he didn't know he probably would've assumed your appearance to be disheveled and sloppy. But man, the way you looked made his heart skip a beat damn did the old man think you were stunning. One day he would just be (finally) coming down the stairs.

He'd say "I hope I didn't keep you long, no?" You'd chuckle, hand sassily on your hip and you'd reply with a sarcastic "What do you think?"

"You know how I am, couldn't get that one piece of hair to stay down...are you ready to-" He stopped talking when he saw you.

"What?" You were confused as to why he stopped abruptly. "Is there something wrong with my outfit or something? I can change if you want."

"No, no, you look lovely, don't mind me," he said gathering his thoughts and completing the trip downstairs, and you two were off.

Whenever you were gone for extended periods of time, he found himself missing your little chaotic practices. He tells Pathfinder to shelve the pile of books he's used to you leaving out, only to be reminded that you weren't present within the home. He'd be a little down about it, but when you would tell him you were on the way home, he (as crazy as it sounds) looked forward to your disorganization. He felt like your little messes were extensions of you, as he adored everything about you. He was so excited to see you, he picked you up, greeting you with delicate pecks on both cheeks and brought you home. And from there you were back on your routine. Still, he'd have his staff pick up after you before the messes piled up and got out of hand, but he honestly wouldn't have it any other way.

He could do without the sloppy eating, however.