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viperingz · 1 year
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Extremely old wattane doodle thing
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mrkotets · 2 years
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iisrafel · 1 year
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old apex doodles :3
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narliestnarwhal · 8 months
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I’m getting back into Apex.
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siralynx · 2 years
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some wattane <3
please do not use, repost, or edit my art!
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myoutrix · 1 year
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hi new post :D
i now that i don't post a lot here but still, i'm still alive !!! >:O
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eelheadbay · 10 months
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where are all of these cool rp calls coming from?
hey! i'm eel. i'm 20nb and use they/he pronouns, so 18+ only. i'm super into fandomless OCs and apex legends.
i prefer lit(?) rps. my responses usually are 3-5 paragraphs (examples given upon request), but i'm more than happy to match length. my response time ranges from 20 minutes to 2 days, all dependant on irl availability. i prefer to rp discord ( eelheadbay#1897 ) as i don't use tumblr all that often, and i enjoy being able to separate rp from ooc discussion.
apex legends is what i'm primarily looking for. i'm open to most genres of rp, and i'm okay with cc / cc or cc / oc. i only write wattson, and i'm open to most ships (fxf and fxm) with the exception of darksparks (sorry wraith mains). i'm a super big fan of smartysparks (crypto has my heart) and wattane, but those are just a guilty pleasure.
i am very open to AUs, and i have an AU for most of wattson's different legendary skins. i have plenty of prompts and starters to choose from for most genres, so let me know if you want the list.
fandomless OCs have me in a chokehold. i'm a whore for high/modern fantasy rps, and i have several ocs who i would love to use. i'm interested in other genres, but my go-to has always been slice of life and romance. i'm open to any orientation for shipping (fxf, fxm, mxf, mxm) as i have a multitude of characters with a wide variety of genders and sexualities. i don't have as many thought out prompts or starters because i prefer brainstorming with my rp partners. if you have anything specific you're looking for, i'm happy to explore those ideas with you.
i'll reach out to anyone who interacts with this post <3
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nastasyakosi · 1 year
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wattson: hurry! you're bleeding! what's your type? octane: well, i like charming french women with blue eyes... wattson: I MEAN YOUR BLOOD YOU DUMMY octane: oh, let me see octane: *looking at the wound* octane: it's red
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fusetane · 1 year
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itswattson · 1 year
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Invisible String | oneshot
SUMMARY: When Elliott throws a Halloween party at the Paradise Lounge it’s anything but fun for Natalie until she runs into Octavio and the confessions start to pour out. RATING: M SHIPS: Wattson and Octane TAGS: mutual pining, fluff, food mention, suggestive themes around 13k available on ao3
time, curious time, gave me no compasses, gave me no signs were there clues I didn't see? and isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me — THE NIGHT BEFORE HALLOWEEN Natalie was sat with her head in her hand, picking at the cotton-like texture that wrapped over the tables as she aimlessly looked around the Paradise Lounge. The room was flooded with people, all dressed in costume, and lit up in purple and orange lights that bounced off the decorations. She sighed, sitting up in the booth and checked the time on her phone. Ten minutes until midnight.
Renee had been gone for quite a while in the back of the bar, but Natalie didn't want to go searching for her. She just wanted to go home. Waiting on her friend who didn't seem to be anywhere in sight wasn't how she saw her evening going. Octavio didn't even show up like he said he would, and neither Kairi or Ramya were anywhere to be found, either. Mary hadn't even bothered to come in the first place, too busy in her office for festivities; and it left Natalie without anyone to chat with. In fact, the entire night had been sour so far. She had been dragged out of the comfort of her suite post-match and when she said she didn't have anything to wear for a party Loba rummaged out a costume, and then Renee promised she would go with her. She couldn't say no when everyone was trying to get her to tag along. They were all so insistent. The night was growing tiresome as the legends she accompanied became more and more intoxicated or disappeared into the crowd, leaving her alone nursing a flat soda for hours. People kept trying to scare her, and always with the same amused, drunken laughter before they vanished into the masses again. She wished she could just disappear right now. The bar was too loud, too busy, and the whole time, she was on edge trying to pretend she wasn't on the verge of emotional fatigue. She hit her breaking point when Elliott came over the microphone to announce free shots on the house, and she sighed as people poured to the other side of the bar in a rushed state. The feedback screeched through the speakers as he dropped the microphone onto the counter, and her hands clamped over her ears with a wince when the crowd rose into a large cheer. That was it. She was leaving with or without Renee to watch her silly little cartoons about giant pumpkins, read a thrilling story, or just watch the storm from beneath the comfort of a blanket. Now. She pushed herself up from the table in a hurry, ducking her head down as she avoided any farewell's, and headed directly for the doors. She shoved open the door, avoiding the pumpkins that greeted patrons on the steps she bounded down, and out the exit as quickly as possible. But, she came to a screeching halt once she was outside. The cold night air hit her face. With it came a gusty wind that smelled of rain which brought her back down to Solace. She relaxed momentarily until another gust of wind circled her and swept up under the layered, sheer, black dress she wore tonight and through her lace designed tights. She wrapped her arms over her chest, crossing them tightly to block the wind, but her costume itself was mainly lace draped over a strapless dress that fell longer in the back than it did in front, stopping at her thigh. Her arms were covered but, again, only with lace, and it did nothing to help her keep warm. She regretted listening to Loba now that the temperature was dropping, and all she had brought was the bare essentials for the costume. What a mistake that was. Beauty is pain, Loba had said to her with a coo when she was tightening the corset of the costume because Natalie didn't know how. Everything about it seemed promising in theory, but now, she just wished she had brought her jacket despite Loba saying it 'ruined the whole sexy, vampire fit'. She also wished she never agreed to heels, and she was daydreaming of her sneakers back at home. All of this effort just for the one person she wished to see her in it, stepping out of her comfort zone, not to show. She felt silly even attempting anything when she was certain he didn’t want her, and shoved it into her back pocket to, hopefully, forget about. The costume itself was intricate in the details; all the way down to the black gem choker Loba let her borrow for the evening and the black wig that she was talked into wearing... but intricate and put together did not keep her warm and it was not practical. So, she tried not to stall too long and started on her trek back to the hotel on foot. Though, she wasn't staying at the hotel this week, it was an immensely shorter walk than her home from here. She would just have to get a key for Renee's suite for a change of clothes and sleep there for the night. With the lobby attendant normally dozed off on the night shift on accident, she was just going to have to hope they'd wake easily today or she would be sleeping in the lobby until she could get a room, or key. She doubted Renee would be back at the hotel tonight, but she could hope so. She shook off the concerns and, instead, quickened her pace on her walk to the hotel. But, the few storefronts designed for the holiday were the only thing to catch her interest long enough to slow her. Lights in each shop window she passed by reflected back at her and lit the sidewalk with a sparkling light amidst the rain, ghosts and spiders stuck to the glass, scenes of pumpkins in graveyards, and the occasional candy bowl set out earlier in the day for children; which she snagged a piece for herself from once. She was draped in a comforting golden glow, lights shining through plastic pumpkins, and she tossed the candy back in forth in her hands as she bounced along. Each step followed by a click of her heels on the pavement, hopping over each crack or split in the ground as she went. The walk wasn't necessarily terrible, just cold and her feet began to ache from the tall heels she wasn't used to being in. She popped the candy she gained on her walk into her mouth, swishing it around and her face distorted into a displeased expression from the taste. It warmed her tongue in the wrong ways and tasted of cinnamon. She quickly spit it back out into it's wrapper, sticking her tongue out in disgust, and found a trash can outside someone's house to dispose of it in. She brushed her hand along the side of her hip to rid of the stickiness on her fingers, and rubbed her tongue along the roof of her mouth in hopes the taste would go away too. Another gust of wind slowed her pace, causing her to turn away from the wind and cover her face with a huff. In the distance, she could still see the glow of the Paradise Lounge sign from where she stood. Well, that was discouraging. She hadn't even made it two blocks away yet. Somehow the pain of the heels made her feel like it had been farther than it actually had been and her tongue still slightly burned from the candy. She looked down as she felt a drop of water hit her shoulder, spotting dots of water appearing scattered on the pavement. "You've gotta be kidding me..." she murmured, placing a hand out to catch a few rain droplets in her palm. If anything, Solace was good for an unexpected storm. Normally, she loved listening to the rolling thunder and rain hitting the windows — but not when she was out walking in it. She debated going back to the bar, but the idea of being in a crowd of rowdy patrons versus a cold thunderstorm... well, she knew the quiet would win any day. As long as she was quick about it, she would be fine. Reaching down to remove the heels that pained her feet and tucking them up in her hand, she glanced up at the sky. She narrowed her eyes, unable to see the clouds well enough masked by the darkness. The air smelled of electricity, like static, and she didn't wish to be caught outside in this without her gear but was set in her decision to leave. Lightning struck across the sky, bright white and blue brightening up the rain as it fell, and caused her to quicken her pace as the rain began to fall faster. She moved freely now without the heels slowing her down, and quickly gained a stride as she sprinted down the sidewalk. Her feet were smacking into the forming puddles and soaking into her costume, but she tried to ignore the dampness between her toes. Soon enough, she would be warm with a cup of tea and a fuzzy blanket, falling asleep to the sound of the storm. Those things kept her going. So, she ignored each porch that offered some relief and just kept running without a second thought. She bolted past storefronts, homes, a park filled with powered down carnival rides, stray traffic; she was only a little over ten blocks away when she had to skid to a stop at a busier street crossing to avoid oncoming traffic, losing all of her momentum. A car whipped around the corner she stood at, sliding easily into a drift on the wet pavement, and over a larger puddle that splashed towards her to douse the front of her dress. A whine left under her breath, looking down at herself and shuddering as the warmth from running began to evaporate from her body now that she stood still. The car screeched to a stop, and stayed idle for a moment — but nothing happened. She looked up, turning to see where the car went as the driver door opened and, finally, someone appeared from the car, causing her to take a few steps backwards and she brought a heel into her hand as a weapon. "May I help you?" she asked as she tried to make out who it was in the rain, but they were clearly dressed in costume and hidden in the shadow of the street. As they stepped out of the shadow, she could make out a billowing white shirt that was beginning to tamper down as they stood in the rain, that slit down the chest with a yellow string. She didn't recognize the costume, but there was something familiar about the stance that made the gears of her brain start to piece together who it could be. As they rushed over to her on the sidewalk, she could see the eye-patch that sat over their right eye, the wide brimmed hat, and the shorts that were red and that collected in the thigh, but was made of cloth and flowed around the leg until meeting dual wooden peg-legs. It was Octavio. She eased her heel down, though she wasn't sure how well it would've helped anyway as a weapon now, and exhaled in relief. If there was anybody she would be glad to see right now, it was him. It would always be him. "Compadre, I did not see that puddle, or you, there. Sorry 'bout that." he explained, trying to seem relaxed towards the situation but it was clear he felt guilty. He leaned down, looking a bit closer under the wet black wig and squinted in confusion. Costume or not, he recognized that scar and those piercing blue eyes anywhere. His tone turned to clear concern, wafting off any persona he was trying to give off to lessen the issue. "Wait.. Nat? What are you doing out in this?" "Elliott's bar got so busy, I just-" she trailed off, bringing a hand up to her forehead to stop the rain from blocking her sight. "It started raining after I left. I just wanted to go home, or I guess somewhere else. The Halloween party wasn't for me." She was drenched and her cheeks had turned a pale pink from the cold, and Octavio felt his heart twinge as he watched her shifting uncomfortably. He reached for her arm with a pleading tug to bring her towards the car. "Come on, let's get outta this." She could have said it was fine and that it was only a short walk left to go, or that she was slightly upset with him for not showing up at the party when he promised he would. She could've even brought up the fact she was just going to the hotel and it was probably out of his way. But, she did not want to disagree with him when she was just glad to see him at all tonight. Octavio was not an easy person to track down, and on a night with multiple places a-lit til the morning hours for the holiday... well, suffice to say, she did not think she would see him until they competed again tomorrow, especially after he didn't show up at Elliott's. She took his absences in stride, and kept the fact his company always made things more bearable and fun — kept how she missed him when he was gone a little, heavy secret for herself to hold and bite her tongue about. So, when he asked her to go with him she didn't dare argue with the request. She couldn't say no, rain aside, she had been wishing for him to show up all night to change the course of the party like he always did. He'd burst through the door, late, with his cheeky grin plastered to his face, and then he'd find her to say hello and wouldn't give in until he had lured her out of her corner. She scurried alongside through the road, darting to the car and both of them hurried into either seat still dripping from the rain. He closed his door with a slam behind himself as he tried to catch his breath, an amused look forming on his face. "Fuck." he chuckled slightly, looking down at his now wet costume and back up at Natalie who was worse off than himself. She looked at him as she felt his eyes on her, and was unable to keep from laughing as the realization of the night set in. She had been running around in the pouring rain. She looked a mess, and so did he. The laughter between the two intertwined, ringing around the car, before fading away. He hated how often he wanted to kiss her, and couldn't. Or, well, wouldn't. The discomfort he was putting himself through that could end in an instant if he just... jumped. Everything about this moment screamed for him to reach out and take it for himself. He had the motivation, the confidence, the drive. All of the moving parts were there. The galaxy had put them in one anothers path. But, when it came to Natalie, for the first time in his life he couldn't force himself to just act and it was, repeatedly, debilitating and embarrassing. His heart swelled as he stared momentarily, clearing his throat and breaking from his own lost thoughts. "Here. I think I have a jacket or something." He didn't wait for an answer, instead, turned in the driver seat on his knee to fish through the backseat that had piles of things behind the driver. "Ha! Booyah. Knew it." he proclaimed before dropping back down in his seat. He offered the hoodie over with a nudge. "It's a little dirty, but, hey, it's dry." She stifled a laugh, taking it in her hands with a smile. He was always full of tiny gestures. "Merci, Octy. I appreciate it." She removed her wig first, freeing her blonde hair from the cap and shaking her fingers through it with a relieved sigh before pulling the hoodie on over her head. She was instantly met with warmth from the heavy fabric and relaxed into the passenger seat, curling her arms over her stomach and leaned to look over at Octavio. "Were you headed to the bar?" she asked. "Nah," he stated as he tossed the car into drive and took off down the street; no true destination in mind yet. The full truth was that he had been out driving around for hours. After the match, he went to his suite and got ready for the bar later before going out to clear his head. He had been planning on asking Natalie out every day this week, only to find an excuse out of it at the last second each time. Tonight was just another one of those excuses when he never showed up at the bar. Renee delivered on her end and got Natalie there — he just didn't go, and it was eating away at him. He liked having Natalie around. What if she said no to his advances? Ramya teased so often she would deny him it was starting to feel plausible. Sometimes stunts went wrong and he wasn't sure if there was a way to fix it if he broke the two of them. He could replace his legs, he couldn't replace Natalie. "Just out roaming around, I guess." he replied. "This late and in a storm?" she asked, confused. "You're one to talk." he teased, shooting a smirked glance at her. "This is a very valid point." she pursed her lips closed, looking out the window instead. "Forget I mentioned it." After a moment of silence, he glanced over again and squirmed in his seat, uncertain in the quiet with her right now. He feared she could see right through him and read his mind that was stained with thoughts of her. He didn't want her to know he had been thinking about her nonstop, not until he was ready for her to know. It was already shameful enough in his eyes that he wasn't able to just go for something, take a chance. For her to know because he was an unintentional open book before he wanted would be humiliating to his ego. "I can take you back to the suites, if you want. We really should get you out of those clothes." he said, biting down on his cheek and regretting his choice of words. He held his breath until he realized that she didn't take any notice of what he said and relaxed for the time being. "I don't have anything at the hotel. I was staying at home this week." "Well, I can just take you there then..." he trailed off, hearing her release a heavy exhale and could sense her frustration building as she slumped into herself in the seat. When she got upset, it tended to spiral out of her own control until she shut down. It was clear she was starting to do just that. He tried to lighten the mood, mixing lax humor into his voice as he reached over to poke her knee. "Aye, why so huffy?" After a minute of recollection, she shrugged and tried to rub off the bad mood before it set in. "There is only one way in and out of Eelhead. It's likely flooded by now, and it won't be passable til morning. I shouldn't have ever come out." she said, her lips forming a slight frown as she looked down at her lap. "I was going to try to borrow clothes from Renee at the hotel, or... something. I just want to get out of this costume. If you would please just take me there, I would appreciate that." With a swift nod, he checked his surroundings and turned the car around in the middle of the road to head directly towards the hotel. "No problemo. I've got clothes. You can just crash in my suite. Easy." he explained, glancing over at her with a grin. "Oh. I don't want to impose-" she began, but he quickly shushed her with a repetitive 'no, no, no, no' and then began prodding at the center console to heat up the cabin of the car. It seemed even if she was planning on debating him, he had a rebuttal or just enough stubbornness to refuse to compromise. Classic Octavio, she smiled. She chose to just accept his kind offer, though she was certain he had better plans than assisting her tonight and couldn't figure out why he was alright with wasting away his Halloween with her. Though, she enjoyed his company too much, and the ride to the hotel, to question any of this out loud. Once the heater began to do it's job, she felt her tiredness creep in on her and relaxed into her chair to watch the rain droplets falling on her window. A soft tune came from the radio but it was coming in and out on the feed. She closed her eyes to the sound of buzzing static mixed with the whooshing of the pavement moving beneath the car. The ride was quick, and she spent some of the time gazing out the window dozing in and out trying not to think about the now damp, cold costume sticking to her body. She let her eyes drift closed for what seemed like only a moment, and when she opened them again they were pulling up beside the entrance of the hotel. The car halted to a stop at the curb and Octavio found himself clutching the steering wheel, his knuckles whitened. He had been trying his best to focus on the road the entire drive he hadn't even realized he was holding the wheel as tightly as he had been. He loosened his hold of the wheel, shaking his head in hopes it would rid of his anxieties — ugh, if he could just get over this already and ask her out. How was something that seemed so simple in theory, so fucking hard? The whole situation was layered and complex, and Octavio wanted speedy results he wasn't even chasing after. The multiple failed attempts this week were proof he was walking to the finish line, if that. He tossed the car into park, and relaxed a bit in his seat as he built the courage to even look beside himself right now. In the quiet of the night, the small car felt like it was growing more snug with her beside him and yet so far from reach. He peeked over at her laced tights that appeared out from under the hoodie, trailing up to her face that read of tranquility right now in her dozed state. He gulped back the lump growing in his throat, smiling to himself. He always wished she would be beside him, and right now it was so close and yet so out of reach. Reluctantly, he reached out to place a hand along her knee to wake her from her faint slumber. At first, he didn't think it worked, but she stirred slightly with a relaxed sigh and her eyes cracked open. It took a moment for them to adjust, and once they did she saw Octavio and smiled. "Did I fall asleep?" "You know, normally... I'd say lay off the caffeine, but, chica, no offense, maybe you could use a cup." he joked, though his voice was tender and low. She gently tried to rub the tiredness from her eyes and sat up in the seat with a yawn. Octavio cut the headlights. The rain disappearing from view without the shining lights, and it left them to just hear it smacking the roof of the vehicle as it poured. To think he thought the car felt snug before. He turned off the engine, leaning back in his seat and fiddled with the keys in his palm and, finally, up at her with a roguish smile. "Ready to head in?" he asked. She balled her hands up in the sleeves of the jacket, blinking off the remaining flecks of sleep, and pulled the hood over her head in preparation to dart inside. "Oui! Let's go." He grinned, leaning over the center divider to entice her with a low whisper. "Race you to the elevator?" She couldn't help but beam back from the request, looking at him only to be greeted by the sheer playfulness on his face under the wet hair. His smile... it made his joy almost contagious. He was not wearing the cold rain like she was. She had a rocky match today an Octavio had to swoop in to save her more than once; the party wasn't fun tonight, her friends had left her, she wrongfully decided to walk in heels, and the world repaid her by raining on her pity parade. But, he didn't find it an inconvenience to help her, or to be caught out in all of this. In fact, he openly chose to stay standing in these types of moments. Those moments that seemed uncomfortable unless you spun the concept inside out. She admired that in him, his tenacity and optimism, and she adored his company even more. He was always finding something good within the bad. She had thought it had all been a trick, simple bad luck against her tonight to push her further towards frustration. Yet, from her perceptive, she saw he was living the same night she was and he was out in the rain enjoying it to the fullest while she was running away from it. Maybe that meant more than just what it looked like on the surface. Maybe she could stand to enjoy this even if all of the signs she saw were pointed in the opposite direction, despite the inevitable stuffy nose she saw in her future. Maybe he saw better signs. She playfully narrowed her eyes at him before tossing open the door and took off across the parking lot in a sprint. "You won earlier in the match when we raced. I get a head start this time!" she yelled over her shoulder, bursts of giggles escaping her as she ran through puddles barefoot and towards the doors. He scoffed, amused, and bolted after her with a laugh into the storm. "Oye, hold up! Cheating or not, you'll still lose!" "This isn't cheating! You used your stim earlier to beat me. That is cheating!" she laughed, yanking open the door to rush inside and skidded once she hit the tile. A slight wobble to her balance, she regained her footing after the rug in the hallway wiped the rain away. He slipped through the crack in the door, following close behind her as they both ran towards the elevators. She was focused on the end of the hall but he was watching her in a beguiled trance. She slowed to a stop as she approached the elevator, her hands pressing against the wall near the buttons and took a large, enthusiastic breath in. She pressed the button to go upstairs as he collided against her from behind, unable to stop his momentum from the water dripping from themselves to the floor, and wrapped his arms around her waist as he sent them both tumbling down to the hard ground. They fumbled as a knotted entity and she squealed out in laughter that mixed with his own, both being caught by surprise with the mishap. She found herself staring up at him, her fit of giggles fading slightly as they locked eyes. She could get lost trying to find the mystery behind Octavio Silva, his eyes a doorway into the chaotic, beautiful, uncharted world he sprinted around in. She wanted to be a part of it. He made her heart feel safe even though it was floating in the wide open right now, and she felt guilty for assuming a friend would want her in that way. Her brain didn't want to nurture the idea whatsoever, but her heart could not forget about her budding feelings for the speedster no matter how desperate her head tried to will them away. Besides, she did not think he was the type to fall in love... especially with her. Almost as quickly as the encounter began, she reluctantly pulled herself away to stand up and, in doing so, didn't notice the flash of despair in his eyes when she tore away. "I think there is such a thing as too quick, Octavio." she teased, pushing herself to a knelt position and his grasp fell away from her, his hand forming a bummed fist as it hit the ground beside him. He was trying not to be frustrated with every new moment with her that got close, but never went past the point of no return. He hurried to his feet before she could, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment as he helped her up off the floor. He prayed that when he opened his mouth, something —  anything relevant would come out, because he could not summon a single coherent thought in his daze. All he could think of was blurting out he wanted her, finally admitting he loved her without worry of the repercussions. At this point, he wished there was nothing to lose because waiting was painful. "I think you ripped your tights." he countered, sticking his tongue out at her, and relaxed once he found his voice returned to him with ease. She glanced down, exaggeratedly frowning as she stuck her finger through the newly ripped hole on the knee. She looked back up at with with a stifled laugh, her grin widening on her face in her collected amusement of the night. "You would be correct." she replied. He chuckled under his breath, watching her poking at her tights and wished he could just stitch his lips closed. He wanted to just tell her how he felt, but if he was honest with himself, it was the only thing he ever stalled to do. Not for lack of wanting, just for fear of the chance of losing for the first time in his life. He did not want to lose Natalie. He was too entranced by the way she shined; a fire that raged on so strongly that it became soft, protective. A bright blue, powerful and kind. It was the most intense thing he ever felt. He never wanted that to go away. He felt sick to his stomach standing around. The elevator was taking forever, wasn't it? Had he hit the button? He was so captivated, he couldn't remember. Reaching out, he slammed the button a few times and cleared his throat. "So, you said the party was lame?" he asked, desperately trying to change the topic. "It just wasn't how I wanted to spend my night. It would've been nice if you were there." she admitted, her eyes meeting his with a soft smile. "You always tend to make things better." "Gracias. That's a new one," he replied, taking a step closer to her and willingly losing himself in her shared gaze once again. A paradise to hide within. "Not often I hear I make things better." She blushed faintly, trying to figure out what he was thinking by searching his hazel eyes and only finding herself swooping with waves of sparkling golden joy from the locked interaction. She was mixed with wanting to float off with him staring at her the way he was, and the sad realization of what his words truly meant underneath it all. Her face dropped. "Are you talking about Ajay?" she asked. He shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about it all but when he felt Natalie's hand reach over and snag his own something within him broke. He had tried not to let it show but Natalie had a tendency to make it feel comfortable to let down his highly built walls. She could always sense when he was hurting on the inside and trying to shove it down, even if he was pretending he wasn't. She always gave him the patience to open up, or the comfort to bask in his ignorance. He sighed, looking to her hand in his own and the innocence behind it fell sweetly into him. It was just nice she cared. She never stopped caring, either. "Just miss how we used to be. That’s my hermana. My familia. She's been on a tyrant lately. Dunno what got up her ass after everything that happened, but this time it's a different kind of petty." he admitted, a pain in his voice that twinged as he spoke. He felt his throat closing up, tightening his hold on her hand and looked at the ground. "I've heard the way she speaks to you lately. It isn't fair, or nice. You don't deserve that." she said, sadness in her voice and her hand tightening around his own. "You don't even know what happened, Nat. I appreciate you being on my side and all but-" "Non. I don't need to comprehend the whole of the situation or the minute details to be able to see that she is being unkind and unreasonable." she insisted, reaching forward to place her other hand on his upper arm. "'You are the company you keep'. That is what Papa used to always tell me. She has been spending a lot of time with Maggie lately, and Maggie is quite a... feisty person. I'm sure it'll pass if she distances herself from her. Aren't Fitzroy and Ajay friends? Maybe he can talk some sense into her. He knows Maggie first had." "Yeah. Maybe." he sighed, looking down with a squint of his eyes and focusing on her hand in his. A sweet distraction. Just talking about this was giving him a migraine, but he knew she was right and it settled a small piece of the problem for him. It was a start. The sound of the elevator dinging let him have an excuse to avoid the rest of the conversation and he snatched at it. He perked up a bit, moving into the elevator with her and tossed his arm around her hip with a tug closer to him. "I've got kickass company with you, then." Unexpected to Octavio, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. He reciprocated it instantly by coiling his arms around her waist and buried his face in her collarbone, and he wanted to dissolve there if he could with how calm he felt. She brought peace wherever she went, whether he wanted it or not, and somehow it always soothed him. "Sorry I didn't go to the party tonight." he murmured into her skin. "I know I promised you earlier I was gonna be there." "I understand. You just must've not felt like a party. I didn't either." He cleared his throat, forcing a fake smile on his lips as she pulled out of the hug. That wasn't the case at all. He was more than looking forward to a party, but the idea of it being where he laid his heart out on the line sent him aimlessly roaming the streets. He wished he had just gone in the first place. He was just glad to have crossed her path despite avoiding it at first. Some kind of fate was pulling them into place, a complicated mess of a string but it all interconnected and led them here; tonight. At least, that was what he was telling himself. He liked the idea that maybe the world itself saw that they could be good together, that maybe he wasn't wrong in how strongly he felt pulled to wanting her. Loving her. His mouth was dry as he tried to find the words to explain why he didn't show up tonight, why it was more than what she saw on the surface, but they never came. And then the elevator dinged, and she skipped off onto the floor, taking his hand in hers to whisk him off alongside and towards his suite. It left his complicated emotions stunned, but they did not take long to find him again. He fumbled with his pocket to get his key-card out and swiped open the door with a quick scan. They both made their way inside as Natalie clicked on the light and Octavio headed straight for his clean clothes, which had little to choose from now that he was looking through them. A few merchandise t-shirts with his name sprawled across it, an old, oversized flyer liar shirt, and a ripped up sweatshirt were all he had found so far. He had shoved doing his laundry back on his schedule, if you could even call it a schedule because it was just a post-it note he lost after an hour of making it, just not wanting to bother to remember, and the repercussions were showing now. He chose the largest shirt he had, balling up the worn merchandise in his hand, and brought it over to her. "Haven't done laundry yet, but I found this. Should fit, I think." She took the shirt from him and gave him a grateful smile as she disappeared into the bathroom — only to reemerge a minute later, looking perplexed and more tired than a moment before. He paused, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "Que?" She shuffled on her feet nervously, patting at her stomach with a defeated tone. "It's the corset. Loba did the lacing and I can't remove it. I did not want to bother you... but... I need some assistance." "Oh, uh-" he stammered, turning from the clothes he was putting away and took a few hesitant steps towards her. He cleared his throat but the lump persisted as he nodded along in agreement. "Si. Duh. Of course." She turned to show him the corset's laces, looking down at the floor as she patiently waited for his help. "Total bummer I missed out on this costume dry." he said, bringing his hands up to the strings to begin unlacing the corset. His fingertips were numb right now, standing this close behind her and grazing his hands across her skin helping her undress, but he tried to focus on not making everything a bigger knot than it already was to him in his distraction. He tugged on a few more of the strings and undid it little by little, leaning over her shoulder slightly to talk into her ear. "You make the whole wet, vampire thing work for you, though, hermosa." She felt her cheeks flush with warmth and began poking the ground with her foot. A common occurrence for the two, but it never took her by any less of a surprise each time. "Oh, hush. You look nice as a pirate. The wooden legs are a nice touch. Where did you get them? They don't look like your normal ones, at least." "Gracias. I made em'. Took forever, but its just a cover. The wooden pieces snap on over the actual leg." "Oh? How clever." she stated, silence falling over them as he continued to fumble with the strings. "It's a shame nobody got to see it." "I wouldn't define you as a nobody. I'd say your opinion matters most." "Mine?" she flustered a giggle, brushing off his words without a second thought and scuffing her toe over the floor absentmindedly. "You have never cared what others think before." "I care what you think." he admitted, his voice lowering. "Well, then, I think you look incredible. I bet you would have won the costume contest. The winner got this gift card from Elliott. I don't know if it was any good. Actually, I think it was just a gift card for his bar." she stated, before slumping slightly with an exasperated laugh. "I wish I could've missed the party. Renee was so adamant on getting me to go. I was surprised. It was like she forgot she made me tag along, and then just vanished. She's so good at doing that. Disappearing. " "Nat, mira, I have to tell you something." he blurted out, unlacing the final string as the corset fell into Natalie's awaiting hands. "I might have been the reason Wraith went through all that trouble." "I don't understand." she replied, dumbfounded. She folded the corset on itself, flattening it in her hands and turned to face him. "You weren't even there. How could you have been involved?" "Cause I asked her to do it." She sighed heavily, shaking her head in confusion. "Octavio, could you please just explain yourself without giving half statements?" He looked down at the ground with a deep breath in, stuffing his hands into either pocket of his costume where they began to tap on his thighs. When he looked up at her, it all finally came rushing out of him at full speed. "All week I wanted to ask you out somewhere. I kept dodging it, and I was at the corner store with Elliott, Renee, and Ramya... and Elliott was blabbering about his party, y'know, buying all these decorations. I figured it'd be better than before a match, or during one. Renee said she could get you to the party if I was... if I was serious about how I felt. Nat, I never meant to get you dragged to a party to have a shit time. Right after the match, I got ready. I was so... ugh, I was nervous. I drove there and sat outside for an hour. I shouldn't have planned it all out, 'cause all I could do was think about you turning me down." he took a step towards her, reaching for her arm hesitantly. The honesty on his tongue tasted bittersweet when he was free-falling. The rush was intoxicating, but knowing at any moment he could hit the ground and shatter everything he knew brought in a mix of emotions he was not used to feeling. He'd wanted this for so long. Just jump, Octavio. he thought to himself. "Serious about how you felt, what does that mean? What would I have to turn down? How do you feel about... me?" she questioned, beginning to feel overwhelmed with all of the new information pouring in at her and glanced down at his touch along her arm. Though she was safe from the raging storm outside, she felt like the suite had one of its own within her mind and it was knocking her off her feet into a world she didn't realize could exist. Everything he said made little sense to her, but the longer she sat with the idea the more pieces started to fall into place, and she let go of what little hold on reality she had to succumb to the winds of change. The winds sounded a lot like Octavio, however, and the more she leaned into it the better she felt knowing he was the one behind the force of it all. "Do you remember the first day we met?" he asked, sincerity in his eyes that caused her to relax slightly in her tense confusion. "Oui. Of course I remember. The tower collapsed that day. It almost killed you. After I saved your life, we spent the afternoon in your suite tinkering on your legs together to repair them from the damages. We were fast friends since. I look back on that day fondly. I wouldn't just forget that; no matter how long it's been since. Why does-" "That night, after you left, I didn't sleep. I wanted to go see you but it seemed weird. We just met but I couldn't stop thinking about you." he explained, taking another tentative step towards her and brought his hand up to her cheek and across the scar that resided there. "I just told myself I was seeing stars and what I felt wasn't real. That it was probably just adrenaline and I'd get over it. Get over you." She let her eyes flutter closed at his touch along her skin, taking a moment to recollect herself and tilted her head into his hand. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say but her mind was visiting all of the moments they spent together, all the late nights and early mornings, all of the times he showed up for her when she needed it most. She wasn't sure how she hadn't noticed it all before, or perhaps she was keeping herself in denial though she had always wanted him — because it made it easier to just be friends rather than risk another loss. Her heart was pounding in her chest, taking a steady breath before she cupped her hand over his hand and opened her eyes to look into his. "And did you? Get... over me, I mean. Did you?" she asked, though resistant to wanting the answer to her questions now that more information was piling on. If anything, she needed a moment to find reality again because this did not feel like it. "I tried. Couldn't do it." "So, you've liked me for... years?" Her breath hitched in her throat and suddenly her mouth felt like it was closing in on itself, blinking at him as her mind was scattered into pieces and sent flying in the storm that was her thoughts. "Si. Sorry." Natalie took a step back as her memory began to spin. She told herself this was just how he was with her and her desire to be with him was meant to be stuck within a daydream. How could it be possible she was wrong? She looked at every little detail, but she, frustratedly, could not research her way through understanding love. "Is this a trick of some kind, because it is not funny." He frowned, shaking his head and fiddled with his fingers in his hands. "This isn't something I'd lie about, Nat." She paused, stepping further back away from him and created some distance as her thoughts swirled. She brought her palms to her temple, furrowing her brow as she looked back at him. "When you went after Revenant alone into the Shadowfall realm after I almost... died? That was because..." "Not my best moment, huh?" he chuckled, though she didn't seem amused, and he cleared his throat to stop the laughter. He began to jitter on his feet, unable to keep still as his confession began to pour out faster. "Mira, you lying there, unconscious, and nobody was doing anything quick enough. I was out on a date playing pretend while you got hurt. I should've been with you — helping you. Nobody wanted to let me handle it myself, either. That really pissed me off. So, I just went. Jump first, think later." After a beat, she looked over at him with a pained realization in her eyes though she knew she was just as much as fault. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" "What was I supposed to do? When I finally realized how I felt, you were constantly talking to Crypto. Ajay told me to let you be happy... so, I did. I was miserable watching him get to do everything I wanted. Nat, you're one of my best friends." he sighed, reaching for her hand with a poke of his finger to hers. "You broke up with Crypto and now you barely make eye contact with him in the arena. Fuck, I wanted to ask you every time I saw you. It's been torture wanting you, not being able to just risk it all. I was just worried I'd lose you. I've never been worried about anything before, okay? I wanna worry about you. I like caring about you." She wrapped her finger around his as they fidgeted, wiggling her hand into his own to intertwine them together and squeezed it tightly. She cared about him, too. It was impossible for her not to care about the cocky, daredevil that could brighten up her darkest days with his cheeky smile. She had grown to appreciate what she had with him, rather than wishing for more. She never saw it possible to become more. But, it would be a lie if she tried to deny the nights where in her imagination he was hers again and again. This, however, was not a dream. Was it? "I... I need a minute." she said, her voice cracking under the weight of her never ending thoughts and she tore herself away and headed for the bathroom. "Nat, I-" he began, but he was unable to continue as she stopped him with a pleading look. She shook her head, shoving open the bathroom door. "Please. Just give me ten minutes. I'm very cold, my clothes are sticking to me, and I cannot think correctly right now." He pursed his lips closed firmly, trying to will himself to keep quiet though his mind begged to be heard to explain himself; especially now that it felt like his world was exploding, and not in the way he enjoyed. He nodded as she left for the bathroom, leaving him to wonder if when she returned all he came to love having around would come crashing down. He did not regret his honesty. In fact, it felt like he was finally free of his self-made constraints, but he was not sure what to do now that the next part was out of his control. He was still falling, waiting for the crash if it ever came. Growing up, he had a front row seat to the 'don't' category in love; or, whatever the people in his life called their relationships. So, he always promised himself he wouldn't participate with that part of life. By the time he turned sixteen, he had convinced himself he didn't care about romance or love and that it was a dead end to nowhere because it was all he ever knew.  When he turned twenty, he had been in a few relationships that all ended in flames, burning to a crisp and vanishing from the universe like it never existed, because he didn't care if they lasted in the first place. He was certain he wasn't the type of person to even develop those kinds of feelings for anybody, and was content with that reality. He didn't care. He wasn't looking to fix it because there was nothing to fix. He loved his legs with his entire heart, and that was enough for a long time. Until he joined the Apex games, met Natalie Paquette, and his life took an entirely different path that he resisted at first. He kept finding that Natalie brought new experiences into his life, despite never predicting his life taking those turns. He truly never saw himself falling in love, yet here he was: happily drowning in it and wanting to be swept away, burned to a crisp, exhausting every possible effort if that is what it took to call Natalie his own. He'd keep risking his own heart and placing it on the chopping block, letting himself open up to feeling all of the complex emotions that came alongside, chasing after the sheer rush of loving and wanting her. He wanted every piece of the miserable, magical, adrenaline-filled, off-the-rails experience of falling madly in love with her, and he was not ready to lose it now that he was finally honest with her. He clenched his hand into a fist as he dropped onto the bed, flat on his back, frustration lying within himself. He did not stay there long, getting up to find a change of clothes in order to occupy himself with any kind of distraction. She closed the door with a firm click, leaning her back on the door and sunk to the floor as she tried to steady her breathing. Everything was too loud; her thoughts, feelings, the look on his face when she had no response. She wanted to touch something stable and real. She felt like she was in a daydream, floating on a hazy cloud unable to reach the ground. What do you do when you finally hear what you dreamt of hearing, but never thought would come? Was any of this real? she thought to herself, before reaching down to pinch her leg and winced in response. Clearly she was awake. This was not another one of her dreams that she would jolt awake from with a bittersweet memory etched into her mind all day long. She rose to her feet after a minute, moving to turn on the sink and stared at her own reflection as the sound of running water soothed her. She splashed her face with the cool water, bringing herself back to her senses, but only slightly, and turned off the sink. She stalled there, looking down at her damp costume and began replaying the night, the last month, as far back as the last few years in her mind. She wanted to hear him say all of the things he was saying for so long, that when it finally happened it felt false. It felt too good to be true. This was overwhelming, despite the happiness mixed within it. There was too much to process in such a little amount of time. Instead, she centered her focus as much as she could on removing each layer of her costume, delicate not to rip any of the fabric in its dampened state, and changed into the t-shirt from Octavio. It hung at her upper thigh with hems that were frayed slightly from use, and she inspected the logo in the mirror as she tried to dry her hair of rain water with a smaller towel. Each second that ticked past brought another memory back to light which brought another question that she had shoved aside in her mind long ago, and they had piled up to meet her in this moment. How long had he kept this from her? she wondered, was it as long as she had kept her feelings from him? Her heart rate was dizzyingly high, but was finally coming down as she looked at herself in the mirror. In the corner of the old, black shirt, were faded signatures that were almost nonexistent now, but the slight remnants of Octavio's wild handwriting were still there for her to see. She moved her hand over the fabric, setting the towel down and regained her composure. Standing in his hotel suite bathroom, barefoot in his clothes, with him on the other side of the door waiting... for her. Something about this simple moment had made reality find her again. It had planted her firmly on the ground. A quiet came over her, rushing through her veins like stim, and she stifled a laugh. She couldn't stop the smile from forming on her lips. All those nights she spent wondering if he was thinking of her, while she was up midnight after midnight thinking of him. All the times she thought she caught him staring, but convinced herself she was making up her own outcome to fit her daydream. Somehow, he may have wanted her the whole time too. It sounded unrealistic, and yet, while looking at her own reflection and poking herself in the cheek she was certain this was really happening. Collecting herself to return to the suite, she meticulously folded her damp costume and placed it on the counter. She reemerged from the bathroom, looking around the room to find him pacing back and forth. He had changed out of his costume and into a pair of baggy, dark gray shorts. His hair was damp and seeming to be a darker green because of it, and he was running his hands through it to try and push it back away from his face. She was looking at the scarred skin from stunts past that laid across his back. He was always taking it too far, too fast, and his body was a storybook of scars and marks because of it. She loved to listen to the stories he carried with him, and he loved to tell her about them. She didn't see him as the hesitant type from all those stories he told her about, but maybe she was missing a piece to the puzzle. She just wished he told her about how he felt about her far sooner than this. She wished she had said something to him. Maybe neither of them were ready to admit those feelings yet, though. She surely wasn't for a long while, and now she had been just holding her tongue these last few months. Abruptly, he stopped pacing as he noticed her standing there, pulling the cropped tank over his head. He took a few steps towards her as he tried to summon his words, but nothing came out as he took her in from head to toe. Flustered, he looked down and took a deep breath but found no peace from it. He had went over what he was going to say multiple times, but the second he was looking at her it all evaporated from his mind. "If you want, I can take it all back." he said, unsure of if he should reach for her, but gathered all of the confidence he carried with himself everywhere and tried to barrel headfirst. He took a few steps closer to her, erasing the space between the two. He looked up at her, trying to keep the calm on his face despite his racing heart pounding into his ear. He almost couldn't hear himself speak. It was intoxicating. "I am in love with you." he finally admitted, an exhale of relief following suit and with it the rest of his confession. "And, I know, I know. I'm not making this easier, but you gotta know the truth. I can't stop thinkin' about you. I want you around all the time rambling about science crap I don't care about but it sounds interesting coming from you, and reading research papers out loud to yourself even though you don't think anyone can hear you. I want you to call me in the middle of the night to ask me how my day was because we're both still awake and can't sleep, so we pass the time together until you get too tired and finally fall asleep talkin' to me. I want you yelling at me to wait for you before I run in to fight in the arena because you don't want me to get hurt. I want you to be the one I turn to when I need to let off some steam, and you drag me to somewhere quiet, the opposite of where I'd think I'd wanna be, and let me leave once I'm laughing again. I want you. I..." He trailed off, finding himself going off in circles and forced himself to slow down to recollect himself. He brushed a piece of hair from her forehead, stroking his thumb over her her cheek as he brought his hand back to his side and looked deeply into her eyes; almost searching for the answer she would give to him before she ever spoke aloud. "I need you to know that it's only ever been you for me. Te amo. Tú eres mi otra mitad. I love you." She felt her breath quicken and the world silenced to a quiet buzz around her as he spoke. His words almost echoing in her brain as she took in every single thing and stared back into his eyes. She could trace constellations in his eyes with how far lost she was within him, memorizing everything about how she felt in this moment as it was all happening too fast and in slow motion at the same time. "Octavio, I-" Her hand rose to his cheek, brushing to the back of his neck. She guided her other hand to his jaw, it grazing over the brown stubble, and she cupped her hand along his other cheek. He was letting her pace the momentum, but he was desperate for the warm taste of her on his lips after longing after her for ages and sat watching her every movement in anticipation. Tenderly, she pulled him closer and her lips found his like a magnet, locking together like two matching pieces. His hands instantly snaked around her torso, and the fluttering of his heart in his chest grew more rapid. A thrill over took him as they fell deeper into a first kiss that could not release its hold on the two. They were both finally getting what they had waited for since the moment they laid eyes on one another. Ever since day one they wondered if there was truly a spark between the two of them, and now, it seemed it would be impossible to put out the fire they had started when it was taking on a life of its own. They were electrified. Burning bright and warm. Octavio never felt more alive and Natalie was in a state of tranquil bliss. For both of them, this was what peace looked like and they wanted to stay in that feeling forever. Natalie slid her fingers up into his hair at the nape of his neck, breaking away from the kiss with a delayed, breathy giggle. He stayed still, a rare experience for the speedster, stunned from the kiss and his lip curled into a smirk. "You kissed me." he mumbled, entranced, as he still buzzed with the sensation of the kiss. His lips widened into a grin as he cocked an eyebrow at her, settling his hold on her hip and brought a hand to the side of her head to tangle into her hair. "Por favor, let me do that again. I gotta do that again." Her thumb met his lips instantly, and his bottom lip parted in a frozen stature, stalling him from moving in for another kiss and she nervously sucked in her breath. She let her gaze wash over his face, rubbing her thumb over his lips and to his cheek. "I'm sick of pretending I don't want you... that I don't need you. You're endlessly surprising me with how free you make me feel. You'd save me in a heartbeat when something is wrong, but all I want is you. All I have ever wanted is to just be with you. You're right, you know, about that first day. I couldn't stop thinking about you either. I haven't stopped thinking of you since." she gushed, almost a whisper as she was now nose to nose with him. She smiled giddily to herself, lingering on the words that she held in for so long and savored how they felt to say aloud. Likewise, he was basking in hearing those words coming from her in the sweet tune of her voice. "I love you, too, Octavio." Her words soaked in like electrical vibrations, each word shooting his happiness up another level. He slowly brought his lips back to hers, grazing them over one another and smirked to himself slightly as he playfully picked on her. "Love me, huh? That's a bit fast, don't you think?" She muffled a shocked laugh, though she wasn't too surprised when it came to him, but was unable to reply as his lips crashed down against hers again — craving more now that he had gotten a taste, and Natalie was just as willing when she had dreamt of this moment more than once. She just normally woke up by now when it came to this part of her dreams. They stumbled backwards as one while they kissed, her back colliding with the bathroom door and his hands began to roam places he had yet to explore. Down her side, taking in every inch he could, and slipping his hands under her upper thigh in order to seamlessly hoist her up. Instantaneously, she wrapped her legs around his waist and felt her back collide with the wall to prop her up. Her hand glided across his shoulders, her nails gently trailing his skin. They were soaking in every minute detail, emotion, sensation — desperately devouring every moment that was flying past them in a blur. Octavio didn't want to intervene when he was finally getting what he wanted, and it seemed he was less in control of his words than he thought as he found himself to be when he began reaching for the breaks. Internally arguing with himself that he wanted to be with her in every way possible, but he couldn't expect her to be on the same speed as him today. It was when he was above her on the floor, inches from the edge, with his body caging her in as her fingertips trailed his chest and caused him to forget to breathe that he forced himself to press his forehead against hers. He stared into her piercing blue eyes, seeing that twinkle he adored so much shining brightly back at him and cracked a smile. "We don't have to-" he said, a weak mumble, and a statement that slowed the pace drastically. "Non. I want to." she retorted, bringing a hand to the side of his face with a stroke of her fingertips and trailing the side of his cheek down to his chin. "I love you." His eyes lit up, smiling at the sound of hearing her say it again.  It still seemed like such a foreign concept to believe she would feel that way, that she reciprocated everything he felt for her. He could listen to those three words like a broken record and never tire of it. "Hermosa, I don't want you rushing into anything. You sure?" "Nothing about this is rushed for me." she whispered back, locking her eyes with his and forming a soft smile of reassurance. "I've been waiting far too long for this... for you. Mi amour, I'm already yours. I always have been." He bit down on his bottom lip, flustered as he began chuckling slightly with his cheeks flushing a bright pink on his tan skin.  "Do you really mean it’s been just as long for you as it has for me?" "Oui." His eyes widened in surprise, a laugh following his stun. "And you didn't tell me either?" "Non." she shrugged playfully, reaching up to peck his lips once and mimicked him from earlier with a giggle she couldn't hold in. "Sorry... not my best moment, don't you think so?" His laughter rumbled up in his chest as his memory was racing through the past trying to search for the clues he may have missed. But, she tugged him back into a kiss that tore him from those memories and brought him into a new, peaceful reality with her. An unbridled passion; a burning fire that gained in intensity the further they intertwined, but no matter how high the flames seemed to rise they never once felt the world crashing down with it. Every memory that should've ended with them walking away together, but didn't, refused to relinquish the momentum now that it was past the point of no return. Another piece of kindling to fuel the fire that was raging on. Each step was another lost piece of clothing, like it was a dance between two that moved in sync to a silent rhythm only they heard and was engulfed in flames. A warm comfort within the intensity. The tune of the storm raging outside mixed with the sounds of laughter and pleasure inside the suite, and in their minds they were the only two in the galaxy. — HALLOWEEN DAY, EARLY MORNING The clock ticked by unseen and the darkness outside turned into an overcast morning greeting them through the curtains of the suite. Out in the storm nothing had changed. The rain was still coming down and the road had flooded over from it, leaving most people stuck for the day wherever they had harbored. What would seem to be an inconvenience, they considered a blessing — with flooded roads and unsafe weather came delayed matches, and delayed too long they would simply cancel. There was nowhere else either of them would rather be now that they were together. Nowhere but here stuck in the storm and burning brighter than the lightning cracking across the sky. The sound of thunder gently woke her from her accidental slumber. The room slowly came into her view as her eyes blinked open, and she propped her head up on his bare chest to look around with a faint yawn. The two were tangled up together in the sheets they pulled from the bed and sprawled across the floor by the windows. She traced her finger in circles over his skin and over the scars she was now almost familiarized with, taking in the quiet of the morning and the fullness in her heart from the night they spent together. Somehow, the morning had caught up to them, but she was not ready to return to the outside world just yet. She leaned in to leave a kiss on his cheek, lingering as she placed it and her heart swelled with joy. This was a wonderful way to start a morning, instead of it being just yet another dream of him with her fading as the day began. Before sitting up with a stretch, she kissed the side of his head. She pressed the sheet to her chest, crossing her arms over her stomach, and began looking around the room for clothes from where she sat but could only find a few pieces strewn around and did not want to go searching right now. The sound of the storm was lulling her to lay back down, and the fact that she was with Octavio only incited her more. "Buenos días, hermosa." Octavio said, his voice low and rough from sleep. He reached for her waist as he sat up beside her and placed a kiss along her shoulder blade, his lips warm against her skin in comparison to the cool air that crept into the suite overnight. She rested back into his chest and his arm wrapped around her stomach under the sheet to hold her closer.   She really could get used to waking by his side. "Good morning, mi amour." she cooed, resting her head into the crook of his neck. "Do you need anything?" he asked, muttering into her skin and continuing to place small kisses along the way. "I feel like I have everything I could ever need with you. I hope you know that. But, this being said, breakfast sounds wonderful, actually." "You’re cute. I think I got a different idea for breakfast than you," he trailed off, tilting her chin to look back at him and brought his lips to hers to kiss her gently. His hand roamed under the sheet, trailing his hand up an down her stomach and sternum. She laughed beneath his kiss, her cheeks deepening in color from his touch and her eyes fluttered closed from the sensation with a relaxed sigh. "I am sure you do. However, I was thinking a croissant, jam, and eggs. Perhaps a shower beforehand, though." He pouted, leaning back on the makeshift bed and tossed his arms behind his head. "Now you're just taunting me. This is like depriving somebody of candy." "I never said you could not join me." she said, looking back at him with a playful giggle and scrunch of her nose as she rose from the ground. The sheet cascaded past her bare figure down to the floor and rested around her ankles. She stepped out of the mound of fabric, heading towards the bathroom and paused in the doorway to look back at Octavio, who was sat watching her walk across the suite with a shocked grin plastered to his face. "Will you be joining me in there, then?" she asked, not waiting for his reply as she slipped out of view and into the other room. Once the question processed and she disappeared from view, he snapped out of his captivated gaze of taking her in and hurried after her into the bathroom. The water was already running by the time he had entered the room and the figure of her behind the textured glass beckoned him to join; but he made the irregular decision for himself, and stopped to take in the moment. This was almost surreal to him that he had gained exactly what he'd wanted and then some. Seamlessly, like a switch had been flipped, they were in unison with each motion. It was almost like it was meant to be this way all along. With how quickly they meshed, he should've been kicking himself for all the days he had missed with her but he was far too smitten on cloud nine to care. He hopped into the shower and slid the door closed behind him. He greeted her by wrapping his arms around her from behind, and she reciprocated by pulling him playfully into the water. After fooling around with one another, their laughter filling the shower as much as the steam, and bathing off the night out in the rain; they both dried off and were idling in the bathroom. Natalie wrapped herself up tightly in a towel, shaking her damp, now clean, hair in her hand and wiped the steam from the mirror. Octavio finished polishing his legs with a small rag, already having scrounged up a pair of trousers to wear, and looked over at her with a slanted grin. "Halloween might be my new fave holiday." he said, tossing the rag to the side and moving in behind her to appear over her shoulder in the mirror. He brushed her hair aside on her neck, placing a kiss along the damp skin before looking at her in the mirror. "You still up for that breakfast, mi amor?" She hummed delightfully from his touch, turning where she stood on the ball of her foot and placed a tender kiss on his cheek. "Oui! I'll order room service for us. What would you like?" "Surprise me." he said, winking at her and tilting her chin to peck her lips a few times — just because he could. "Never gonna get sick of that." She rolled her eyes, but the smile persisted on her face. "Je t'aime." she whispered back before kissing him once again. His lips purred, closing his eyes with a pleased smile. "Or that." She slipped away and pushed the door open, moving into the suite and picked up the phone near the entrance. She poked a code into the keypad and brought the phone to her ear, re-tightening her towel as she stood with a tap to her foot. As she began ordering breakfast, Octavio moved quietly to rummage through his luggage in hopes he had something for her to wear. He managed to find sweatpants and a clean shirt, tossing it onto the couch before crashing back onto the makeshift bed on the floor. He stretched out, stuffing his hands behind his head, and began looking out the windows of the balcony in front of him to watch the rain continuing to beat down on the glass in trailing lines. A buzz of his phone beside him caught his attention, and he snatched it up to check the screen. At first, he thought it was going to be Renee messaging to tell him off for not showing up to the party, which didn't matter in the end, but it was labeled APEX, so he quickly swiped open the message to read it over. Something something weather, something something liable, blah rescheduling information, and a very straight forward, bolder line, our apologizes for the setback, you will not be compensated. Of course they wouldn’t be, that was the Syndicate for you. He tossed his phone aside, sitting up as Natalie approached the sheets now dressed in the clothes he found for her. He gave her a look of pure joy, his smile hiding a secret behind it that begged to come out. "Why do you look extra chipper?" she asked, a giggle following as she sat down beside him. "Match got cancelled til tomorrow afternoon." "So... we get the day off?" "Looks like it!" he exclaimed before pouncing onto her with a gleeful laugh. He tucked his arms around her waist and scooped her into his arms, pulling her closer. She screeched out with laughter, curling into his chest with a tight hold on his arms as they rolled as one piece on the sheets. "I've never seen you so excited for a day off." she laughed, currently trying to regain the breath she lost. "Octavio, are you feeling alright?" "Never better." he said, cupping her face in his hand to bring their faces together for a kiss. He wasn't lying, either. He didn't care about breaking records, running through airstrikes, or dodging danger like it was a game right now. He had hit a new height, a new place beyond what he knew, and was far too lost in it to even think about the arena. He had everything he needed right here. And, Natalie hadn't remembered the last time she thought of something other than her engineering work. She was so nose deep in cementing her fathers legacy, and her own, she forgot to look around herself now and again. At first, the single kiss was a passionate and playful encounter but turned tender and slow the longer it lasted. They focused on each movement when the thrill made it like each was the first kiss all over again. A knock at the door broke them apart. Octavio whining under his breath as she stood to hurry to the door, opening it up and thanking the worker for bringing the request so quickly. They rolled the cart inside the door before leaving, and she picked a grape off the plate to pop into her mouth as she shut the door behind them. "Sweet. You got the food. Now, come back." he begged, rolling onto his side and watched her mess with the tray instead of returning to the bed. She lifted it with ease and brought it over to the sheets, setting it down on the ground first and went back for her cup of hot cocoa. She returned to the sheets, sitting down carefully to not budge the tray and took a sip of her drink with a happy hum. He looked down at the food, pleasantly surprised with the array of options when she had only mentioned a few things earlier. He snagged a piece of bacon off of the plate, biting down into it. "Gracias, mi amor. You really went all out." "Well, of course I did. Today is special." she said, nudging him gently and couldn’t contain her happiness. "And, I'm quite hungry after last night and, well, this morning." He raised his eyebrow with a smirk, tapping the bottom of her chin as he swallowed the bite he took. "What can I say? I can't get enough now that I have you." Her cheeks reddened, bringing the cup to her lips to hide her expression with a restrained giggle. She contained herself before setting the cup down, maneuvering around the tray to sit on his lap. He sat up as she came over, opening his arms and awaiting her embrace. She poked his nose playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck and settled her knees on either side of his legs. He took a grape off her plate, popping it into her mouth, and brought his hand to her waist as she sat facing him. As she munched, she leaned her head down and rested it in the crook of his neck and he coiled her further into his grasp. His palm rubbed her back in a slow pattern, settling into the quiet morning with her. His eyes fluttered closed as he rested his head against hers, a soft smile on his lips that mimicked the one on her own. "Was it really since day one for you, too?" she asked again, breaking through the warm, comfortable silence. "Creemelo, day one, Natalie." he said, a raspy whisper of truth he could say over and over again. "I love you." "I love you, too." "I loved you first." he taunted. "Not a chance." she replied, and, after a playful laugh left her she crashed her lips into his.
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wandawillkill312 · 1 year
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ATTENTION!
THIS BLOG SHIPS "WATTANE!!!"
It is a wholesome ship and even though she can handle herself; you can't tell me that Octavio wouldn't protect Natalie and die for her, in the most bad@** and romantic way, possible!
That is all.
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ayirxm · 2 years
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Octavio bringing Natalie to the store and buys her a walking balloon of "nessie" 🥺
Credit to : i0nlyluvlexi on tiktok ♡
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princessmishaps · 3 months
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what if i tried to write a lil cute snowed in fic for wattane instead of sleeping huh what then
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i-am-me-i-am-sam · 1 year
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remembered this randomly but. I think one of my favorite wattson lines is this one:
"we kick serious butt! I learned that from the last champion."
because it's so. so much. octane's line is "we kick ass!" and wattsons just like. I want that. but I don't want to swear so time to substitite out ass! but also I HAVE to make sure people know who I got it from and don't think that I just decided to say it on my own!!
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voltaage · 5 months
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theyre so cute,,,
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findroleplay · 10 months
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where are all of these cool rp calls coming from?
hey! i'm eel. i'm 20nb and use they/he pronouns, so 18+ only. i'm super into fandomless OCs and apex legends.
i prefer lit(?) rps. my responses usually are 3-5 paragraphs (examples given upon request), but i'm more than happy to match length. my response time ranges from 20 minutes to 2 days, all dependant on irl availability. i prefer to rp discord ( eelheadbay#1897 ) as i don't use tumblr all that often, and i enjoy being able to separate rp from ooc discussion.
apex legends is what i'm primarily looking for. i'm open to most genres of rp, and i'm okay with cc / cc or cc / oc. i only write wattson, and i'm open to most ships (fxf and fxm) with the exception of darksparks (sorry wraith mains). i'm a super big fan of smartysparks (crypto has my heart) and wattane, but those are just a guilty pleasure.
i am very open to AUs, and i have an AU for most of wattson's different legendary skins. i have plenty of prompts and starters to choose from for most genres, so let me know if you want the list.
fandomless OCs have me in a chokehold. i'm a whore for high/modern fantasy rps, and i have several ocs who i would love to use. i'm interested in other genres, but my go-to has always been slice of life and romance. i'm open to any orientation for shipping (fxf, fxm, mxf, mxm) as i have a multitude of characters with a wide variety of genders and sexualities. i don't have as many thought out prompts or starters because i prefer brainstorming with my rp partners. if you have anything specific you're looking for, i'm happy to explore those ideas with you.
i'll reach out to anyone who interacts eith this post <3
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