Octane x Shy! Reader

Meals on Steel wheels

Warmth guided a pole across your onesie's back and repeated itself underneath your knees. Whatever this warmth was seemed to tighten around you every time you moved, like a predator trying to suffocate it's meal.

In no time, this tightening rope sent a panic through your system, and a yelp was shot out of your lungs in fear, "SNAKE!" Jumping up a little, daylight finally met your eyes, you were being held by Octavio, carried in his arms like a fragile porcelain doll. "Shit."

"Whoah! Amiga! Are you alright? Bad dream?" After evaluating the situation and realizing there wasn't a snake, you nodded, breathing in slowly to calm down your heart rate. He was holding you so tightly, like if he dropped you it'd be fatal.

"I fell asleep?" You yawned, pulling yourself closer into his grip. "Do you want me to stand now that I'm awake?"

He kept his eyes focused on the short walk ahead of him, shaking his head while he spoke "No, I can carry you, you'll be okay,, but you can't fall asleep all the time y'know, you still have a job to do." He lowered his gaze to meet your eyes, looking down at you with a smile. "How am I supposed to get to know my escort if she's always asleep?"

You could feel blood rush to your cheeks, "hah, yeah.." You took a deep breath, trying to tame the imaginary butterflies inside your stomach. After adjusting yourself, you turned your head to see that your face was adjacent to his biceps, Octavio was such a twig, he has such skinny proportions yet he's strong enough to carry you.

Shutting you eyes, you took this opportunity to relax a bit..; Curling up in a strangers arms wasn't written on your to-do list, yet here you are. You listened to Octanes prosthetic legs click loudly on the floor and slow down. Opening your eyes, you see the number of your apartment plastered on a familiar door, looking up at the handsome daredevil, you decide its better if he puts you down. "I can take it from here, thanks for carrying me Octavio."

He puts you on your feet carefully, replying with a "No problemo!" as he pushed past you to open the door. The junkie entered impatiently, waiting for you to follow before closing the door. "Hungry amiga? I can cook you something if you'd like," He skipped over to the fridge without allowing you to respond. "I've been craving breakfast stuff, want breakfast for some late dinner?" He turned to you with an excited expression on his face, you were starving, so you nodded in agreement.

"You're no vegan, right? Cause I'm making omelets, and I'd need to know to not add any ham or something.." He picked up a cloth from the wall next to him, tying it around his waist. It was an apron with a print that read 'I Run fast, and cook fast!". As he saw you eyeing his new accessory, he smiled, "You may not know this, but Caustic knits on his free time, Wattson made him make me an apron, I love it!" He dusted off the apron, showing it off with pride.

You giggled, "Its really nice! Uh, I'm no vegan, ham is fine." You smile, watching as he took out a frying pan and turned on the stove. Sitting down on his worn down couch, you kicked your feet up on a footrest and observed Octane cook.

After placing the pan onto the stove, the junkie skipped to the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs, some milk, and ham. He kicked the fridge door closed and clumsily juggled the items back towards the stove, placing them adjacent to it. While he began to crack some eggs on the side of the frying pan, you decided it was best to break the silence.

"So,," you coughed and cleared your throat. "How'd you uh, lose your... legs? If its not a sensitive topic.." You became flushed, hoping it wouldn't offend him.

He opened an egg onto a medium sized bowl and chuckled. "No offense taken amiga, I get asked it a lot, so it's no problem." As he cracked another egg into the bowl he turned around to face you. "I hold the record for fastest gauntlet because of it." He chuckled at the memory. "I used a grenade to launch myself to the finish! It was awesome!" He pulled off one of his legs for a gesture. "Alas, It costed me my beautiful legs."

"wow! I've heard about that gauntlet from my dad before. You must be pretty fast if you were able to beat the record!" You exclaimed in surprise, watching as he reattached his limb.

"I'm fast at a lot of things.." He gave you a playful wink and turned back around to pour milk in with the eggs, beginning to stir and scramble them. After adding tiny shreds of ham, he poured the mixture into the pan, beginning to cook an omelette for you.

You begin to ponder on his objective for you. Was he flirting with you? Or just.. bragging about how fast he can run....? Either way, that wink was very attractive, and so is his cooking. Watching as the druggie flipped the eggs in the pan, you played with your thumbs, letting your mind wonder and your heart race until he was done cooking.

"Mira! Delicious omelettes!" Octavio held out two plates in front of you, showcasing his freshly-made omelettes. They had a hot steam that rose up to your face, warming up your nose as you admired the food. He placed the meals on a table next to you, giving you a warm smile as he sat himself down on an adjacent seat. You lowered your feet from the foot rest and moved closer to Octane in order to eat the delicious looking meal.

"So amiga," The charming legend turned to you while swallowing his first bite. "Whats going on with you? Tell me about yourself."

You took a fork-full of omelette and ate it with a smile on your face. 'wow, this is good!'  Turning to answer his question, you giggled, "hmm, what would you like to know?"

His face lit up while he thought of what to ask, the legend's emotions made you blush, he seemed truly interested in you and what you had to say about yourself. Octane opened his mouth with a grin, "Well, I, don't know? Any hobbies? Special..." He leaned forward while placing his hand upon yours lightly. "Interests?"

Being thrown off guard, you pulled your hand away, flustered and surprised. You started to choke up,, not knowing what to say in return to his praise.

The druggie chuckled, "I'm only teasing chica. Sorry if I made you freak out, didn't mean to upset you. I just uh," He removed his hand from where he placed it. "I tend to speed things up, even in relationships. I know we just kinda met, and I don't go on dates often unless it's to be a spy, but would you want to, uhm,"

After realizing his intentions, you stammered, "I-," It's weird seeing such a proud and flirty legend freeze up and attempt to ask you out on a date. "I'd.. I'd love to." You smiled; glimpsing down at your feet next to his metal ones.

Octavio looked pleasantly surprised, "Hell yes! I'll deny it if you tell anyone else, but that's the first time that asking someone out on a date made me nervous.." He smirked, leaning in close to you once again, this time much closer. You could feel his breath as your face turned a shade of red. "So its not that you were uncomfortable amiga? I just.. make you nervous?" He placed his hand on your thigh this time, it seems your acceptance of his feelings made him curious.

You gulped, not expecting him to suddenly be himself again. Shaking as you spoke, you managed to get out "Maybe... a little nervous..?". Watching as he leaned in closer to your face, his eyes peeked down at your lips, he then tightened his grip on your leg. After understanding, you leaned in as well, closing the gap between your lips and kissing Octane softly while he brought his hand back up to caress your cheek.

Eating the rest of your omelettes might be a little awkward after this.

-Howdy! Authors note, sorry for being inactive! I know it's a short chapter, but I've been very busy lately:( If you have any suggestions for the next chapter, please tell me! <3