Octane x Shy! Reader

Movie Night!

You're In your bedroom, A few hours after Mirage had left the apartment. Octane hasn't spoken to you since he declared that he was 'interested' in you.

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'Nooo Regretss!'  You squeezed a nearby pillow, excitement bursting within your heart. Meeting new people was way more exciting than you thought!

You finished setting up your room, placing your clothing neatly packed and organized in the wooden dresser along with some books and journals next to your bed in the nightstand. The top of the dresser was still bare, you had no items to place on top of it.

Sitting down on the lower end of the bed, you felt yourself fall backward, letting out a long sigh as you began to longingly stare at the grey ceiling that hovered above you. You kicked your heels out like a toddler, stretching out your arms and letting out a quiet squeal as you thought about the situation, repeating it over and over in your head.

'He's way cuter than I imagined!,,' You pictured his attractive physique with his sharp smile. After squealing a little more, something caught your mind's attention. 'But isn't he like, famous? Wait, wait,, what if he was lying? Maybe he always try sleep with his escorts?' The thought made you sit up straight, you brought your knees to your chest, hugging them firmly. Well, you didn't exactly know Octane, but he seemed sweet enough? At the end of the day, maybe you should just keep your distance, to be safe.

A knock at your door followed by a voice caught your attention. "A-amiga? You alright? Am I aloud to enter?"

Hesitating, you get off your bed and open the door to a bright eyed Octavio Silva. You were immediately thrown off guard by his face. He didn't have his mask or goggles on and you were able to finally see what his appearance looked like, surprisingly, he was even cuter without his mask. This didn't help your dilemma.

His hair was messy, bleached neon-green tips accompanied by short, dark brown hair. Oh boy, his eyes were just as handsome, a natural, sparkling Hazel green that someone could easily get lost in. Not to mention a sharp jaw accompanied by some stubble on his chin and a long neck right below it. To compliment it all, you looked down to see that he was in pajamas.

"Formal attire I see," You giggled a little, stopping yourself. "I'm sorry, I, I'm just startled to see you without your.. accessories."

He smiled at your remark to his clothing, the junkie tugged at his sleepwear and tapped his foot on the ground. "It's alright, I was just coming to ask if you wanted to meet the other legends in the lounge, it just so happens to be movie night, and I think you'd make some nice company." Before you could reply, you watched him look you up and down and shake his head, "But the 'attire' is PJ's."

You looked down at your boring clothing then back up at Octane. "I'd love to go! But, uh, Octane?"

"Please, call me Octavio." His actual name seemed to comfort him more when talking to friends.

"Octavio, um, I-" You begin to look down at your sneakers, then at octanes socks.. which had his own face on them. How cocky.

You shook your head, "Never mind, I'll be out in a few minutes." After giving him one last smile and closing the door, you looked over to the dresser that was filled with your clothes. Opening the bottom drawer, you take out your favorite pair of sweats and a comfortable top. Before quickly changing into them, you took off your sneakers and socks, switching into your only pair of slippers that was left in one of the cardboard boxes.

Exiting your room, you see Octane at the end of the hallway, seemingly holding and tightening a bolt on his steel legs. He put his leg back on and stiffened, noticing you and standing up straight. After he approached you, his eyes scanned up and down your body. "Cute PJ's." He gave you a wink with a grin, then turning towards the front door of the apartment. "Come on, Amiga, you're going to love the gang."