octane x reader

A/N:

Hello all!

I am so excited to throw this fanfic out there. I was clueless about what to write but,,,

Here I am. I am attempting at an Octane x Reader.

I hope this is going to be decent!

I wanted to make the reader be a little extroverted and a tad bit crazy, to match Octavio's....Chaotic good energy.

This chapter is mostly backgrounding on the protagonist: you!

It's about you and your ex (not Octavio!), who has no ties to the Apex games whatsoever. It's just your past.

Think about your past real heartbreaks or people that have always been a bitter spot in your life, if you can.

Thanks!!

Without further ado,

it's go time!

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Feral.

Rabid.

Desire.

Longing.

And most of all, a shit ton of loneliness.

That's what I became.

It's been three months since I'd broken off from him.

Throughout my childhood, he was my best friend. We'd always be in the same classes, doing the same sports, and always being each other's company. From playing in the sandbox together to high school, we were inseparable.

Then, I caught feelings. The friendly hugs didn't feel the same anymore. The playful punches and hair ruffling started to plant little butterflies in my stomach. My heart raced a little faster each time he came to see me. The hint of pink on my cheeks I had when he neared slowly grew into intense, dark hues of red. Every little bit of touch I'd get out of him drove electricity down my spine and make me want so much more. Was it wrong to feel like this with a "best friend"? I wasn't sure, but I knew one thing:

It felt ...

so.

damn.

good.

Was this love? I didn't know, until one particular day.

I was waiting for him in front of a coffee shop.

I was listening to music, bobbing up and down to the mellow beat until an unexpected pair of hands gripped my shoulders gently from behind, causing me to jump and drop my phone.

"Woah, didn't mean to scare ya that much there."

He said, looking genuinely surprised. Sometimes his height still phased me. I always used to look down on him. Now, at a respectable 6 feet, he looked down at me.

"What was that for?! You're paying if my phone is broken."

He picked up my phone, rubbed its screen with his hoodie, and tossed it back to me.

"Good as new! Catch."

Alarmed, I caught my phone with an embarrassing squeal. It wasn't broken.

He snickered, watching me blush and fume. I angrily looked up into his eyes for a hot second, about to yell, but the butterflies emerge from my stomach. I look away and choke on my words.