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A Misunderstanding III

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider-Woman

Summary: Your relieved that Miguel wants to be Mateo’s father, but after all the drama and heartbreak could your tender heart love what once was?

Sorry for the late update! I haven’t been sleeping well the past few nights and I needed a break from writing. But I made sure to make this chapter a long one!!

There is an 18+ scene at the very end, so if you are uncomfortable skip passed it.

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Hope you enjoy!💕💕💕

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You awoke to the smell of coffee and French toast as you slowly exited from bed. Checking the clock, you look to see the time. You only had 30 minutes to get Mateo to school. Getting clothes on, you rush out your door and see your awake and dressed son sitting at the counter, eating a slice of French toast with syrup and strawberries.

Miguel stood at the stove as he made bacon. Walking into the kitchen, you stand by Miguel, who turns to you, handing you a plate of French toast, bacon, and strawberries. You look up at him with a shy smile before taking the plate.

“Thank you for breakfast. And getting Mateo up and ready.”

“Of course, cariño.” He smiled down at you before going back to the stove. You sit next to Mateo as you kiss him on the head. You notice his face is covered in syrup, so you quickly grab a wet napkin to clean his face and hands up.

You glance at Miguel as you watch his back muscles flex when he moves. You quickly move your gaze from him as he turns off the stove. He places his plate on the counter across from you. Your eyes briefly meet before you look away again, cheeks turning pink as you see him smirk.

Guilt seeps into your stomach as you see him try to remove a crick in his neck. You could have let him stay in bed, but you knew last night would have escalated quickly if you hadn’t sent him to the couch.

“Mamma, why isn’t Papa sleeping in your room?” Mateo’s sudden question made you almost choke on your coffee.

“That’s a good question, papito. Any response, mama?” The grin on Miguel’s face widened as he loved the look on your face when he teased you.

“Why do you ask that, sweetie?” You turn to ask your son as he fiddles with his strawberries with his plastic fork.

“But aren’t mommy and daddy supposed to sleep together? Is Papa not going to stay with us?” Mateo pouted as he looked up at you, his eyes glossed. Your eyes met Miguel’s as you both shared a worried look.

“Of course, I’m staying. Don’t worry about me leaving.” Miguel says as he walks over to lift up Mateo in his arms. His words surprised you at first. But deep down, you were relieved that he wanted to stay. Unless he was only saying that to ease Mateo. Your doubts began to cloud your mind.

“Don’t be sad. You have nothing to worry about, ok, sweetie?” You stand up from your seat and walk over to Miguel and Mateo. You rubbed Mateo’s back to calm him down.

“Does that mean Papa will sleep in the bed now?” You internally groan at the constant questions Mateo is asking. Why was your five-year-old so nosy?

“Yes. He’ll sleep in the bed.” You look up at Miguel as he looks down at you seriously. As if his eyes were hoping your words were true.

“Yay!” Mateo cheered as you chuckled from his cheekiness as you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Now, let’s get you to school.” You say as you grab his backpack, as the three of you head out the door.

Arriving at the front of the doors, Miguel stopped. You turned back to him with a confused glance.

“Aren’t you coming in?” A smile graces your lips. Miguel nods as he follows you into the building. The three of you walk to Mateo’s classroom. You noticed a few moms stare at Miguel, which made your eyes roll.

“Hi, Ms.L/n. Hi Mateo. Are you excited for another day?” Ms. Williams looked at you before glancing at Mateo. Her eyes widen slightly when she notices Miguel still holding Mateo.

“Nice to meet you..?”

“Miguel O’Hara. Mateo’s father.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. O’Hara. I’m Mateo’s teacher Ms. Williams.”

“Alright, papito. It’s time to go to your seat.” Miguel was about to set Mateo on the ground but paused when Mateo clung to his neck tighter.

“What’s going on, bud?” Asked Miguel. You turned to look at the two. Your heart melted at the sight. It was only yesterday that Miguel met Mateo. Still, their relationship was growing so fast, as if Miguel was there the day Mateo was born. Guilt plagued your mind at the reminder that you took the chance away for Miguel to see his son born. To hear his first words, his first steps.

“Will you be there to pick me up with momma?”

“I’ll be here the second the bell rings.” Miguel’s response made Mateo smile as he allowed his father to set him down. Mateo hugged you before going to join his classmates at his assigned table.

Before the two of you left, you made eye contact with a woman who smiled your way as she walked up to you.

“Hi, y/n; I didn’t know you were married.” The woman who walked up to you was a very active parent in Mateo’s class. She’s been spamming your email for a month despite only being day two.

“Hi, Emily. Um, I’m not. This is Mateo’s father.” You smiled at how annoying this woman was. Her eyes went to Miguel as she inconspicuously checked him out, which made you internally scoff.

“I see. I saw you signed Mateo up for soccer. I made a schedule for which parents bring snacks. Will you be able to bring snacks for the team tomorrow?”

“It’s a little last minute to ask, don’t you think?”

“I sent out the schedule last week. You didn’t see it?”

“It must have gotten lost in the other emails you send daily. I’ll make sure to look at it. I’ll bring snacks. See you tomorrow.”

“Ok then. Hope to see you there too.” She brushed her hand against Miguel’s arm. He politely moved from her touch and towards you, which made you grin when Emily looked offended by Miguel’s disinterest.

As the two of you returned to the apartment, you sat on the couch. Those types of moms were so exhausting, to think you thought they only existed in your mommy and me group. Miguel sat down next to you as he rested his arm behind you on the sofa. You couldn’t help yourself from leaning on him. Miguel took the chance to move his arm from the couch and wrap it around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him.

“Un poco celoso, cariño?” Miguel whispered in your ear.

“I’m not jealous!” You turn to face him as you lightly hit his chest, a pout apparent on your lips. Miguel wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you close to him as he gently rubbed your chin with his thumb.

“No need to worry because I’m all yours.” Your eyes connect with his, your face now centimeters apart from his. Your lips gently brush against his, but you pull away, blushing slightly.

“We probably should get to hq.”

“I guess we should.” Miguel lightly sighs. He knows he shouldn’t push you. He knows he needs to be patient to get you back. But your scent alone makes it hard for him not to bend you over the couch and take you from behind.

You walked to your bedroom and opened your top drawer to pull out your suit. After putting it on, you look in the mirror, surprised that you looked just the same 5 years ago. Walking back into the living room, you see Miguel already had his suit on except for his mask as he pressed buttons on his watch to open a portal. He looked back at you with a smirk as he scanned your body.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Actually, do you have a day pass?” You ask shyly as you bite your lip slightly embarrassed to not have your watch.

“What happened to your watch?” He said as he handed you a day pass.

“I left it back at HQ. I didn’t think I would ever go back.” Your gaze shifts from his remembering the last time you were at HQ.

“I’ll get you another one. Let’s get going. I can already feel the headache coming from seeing those annoying spiders.” He said as he walked through the portal. A chuckle escaped your throat before following right behind him.

Within seconds you were back at HQ in Miguel’s office. Seeing your surroundings made you freeze in place. The last time you were here was when you ended things with Miguel. A hand was placed on your lower back as you looked up to see a concerned Miguel.

“Last memories of this place weren’t enjoyable.” Miguel caressed your cheek as he guided you to look at him again with a small smile on his face.

“Then just remember the good memories made here.” His comment made your guilty thoughts wash away and replace them with happy ones as you exited his office together.

You were speechless when you walked into the main area. So many more spiders have joined in the last five years. You never would have thought there were so many different variations. Walking through, you saw not only people but animals and even a Lego Spider-Man??? You realized you weren’t the only surprised spider, as anyone who walked by you and Miguel were shocked. Either people who recognized you or newer members who were surprised to see Miguel so close to someone.

“Wow, this place has gotten a lot bigger. It’s amazing.”

“As I began to recruit more, I decided to update and expand,” Miguel said as he led you to the new training center. The training center was spectacular, holding all the state-of-the-line technology.

“We should train here together! I will need the extra help since I’ve been out of the game for so long.” You look at Miguel as you send him a beaming smile. The excitement on your face melted his heart as he gazed at you lovingly.

“Are you thinking of joining spider society again?” Miguel asked you as you noticed his eyes crave you to say yes.

“I-I want to get back to being spider-woman. But in my universe. During all my time as Spiderwoman, my New York has never had major villains. It’s been pretty safe. Just even safer after I started protecting it. Even after I stopped being Spiderwoman, crime rates haven’t risen much in the past five years. I don’t know if Mateo’s parents should be risking their lives on missions.” Miguel was slightly disappointed that you didn’t say yes. But he understood your concerns about Mateo.

You noticed a familiar spider ahead, watching a younger spider train as she rubbed her pregnant belly. As you walked closer, the woman turned around and smiled when she saw you and Miguel.

“Jess, it’s been too long.” You hugged her.

“I’ve missed you, girl. This place hasn’t been the same since you left.”

“And omg, Miguel told me you were expecting! Congratulations! Please let me know if you need anything. Though being pregnant can be hellish most days, I remember the little good things from it.”

“Aww, thanks. But wait, you’ve been pregnant before?” Jess’ face turned surprised as she glanced back and forth between you and Miguel.

“Yeah. I was pregnant when I left Spider Society. But I have an adorable 5-year-old son named Mateo.” You showed Jess the screensaver on your phone, which was of Mateo playing in a park.

“Aww, he’s adorable. He’s the spitting image of both his parents.” Jess smiled at the photo before handing you back your phone.

You see a swinging spider in a white and pink suit practicing. The way she moved across the obstacles reminded you of yourself. Until now, you didn’t realize how much you missed being a spider woman. The white spider lowered herself to the ground before the three of you as she lowered her hood. She was just a kid. Maybe these were one of the annoying teenage spiders that irked Miguel so much.

“How was that, Jess?” Said the girl, breathless but excited.

“Your skills are greatly improving, Gwen.” Said Jess as she patted Gwen on the back. The young girl’s attention went to Miguel before landing on you.

“Hi, my name is Gwen Stacy.” She waved hello to you.

“Y/n l/n. It’s nice to meet you, Gwen. For your age, you’re a very talented spider woman.” Gwen thanked you, her cheeks a faint pink as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“Did Miguel recruit you! We should train together! I would love more advice.” Gwen asked you.

“I’m an old member who is just visiting. But I would love to train again. Especially with new members. When I train with this one, he always goes easy.” You gesture towards Miguel, who just rolls his eyes, smiling at your comment.

“I do it so you don’t get hurt, Hermosa.” Miguel pouts at you.

“I’m only teasing.” Like old times, you get up on your toes and kiss him on the cheek. Everyone was shocked, including you. Miguel smiled at you as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, like old times. Jess smiled at the two love birds. She was relieved to see them back together.

“Sorry.” You mumble quietly to Miguel. Miguel lowered himself to your ear and whispered, “Never apologize for doing that. I wouldn’t mind if you did it more too.” His words dusted your cheeks rosy as you smiled back at him before leaving his arms.

“Didn’t think of you as the romantic type, Boss.” Another young spider with a British accent approached. He gestured his hand out towards you and shook your hand. “The name’s Hobie Brown.”

“Did the mission go smoothly?” Asked Miguel, his face turned unemotional.

“It went perfectly! Not a single error.” Hobie said with slight sarcasm evident in his voice. Which made Miguel sigh in frustration.

“Please tell me that someone else did the reports.”

“Pavitr is currently doing it.”

“Good.”

You internally chuckled at the conversation between Miguel and Hobie. Miguel tried to pretend he didn’t care. But you could see right through the tough act. Suddenly a cute red-headed baby dropped into your arms. She looked up at you with smiles and giggles, which made your heart explode from the cuteness.

“And who is this adorable little girl?” You say in a slight baby voice as you hold the baby in your arms. Miguel swooned at the site of you happily holding Mayday.

“If it isn’t the one and only Miguel Tamer. It’s been too long, y/n. Missed seeing you around here.” Peter B. jumped down from the ceiling as he went to hug you. He was about to take Mayday, but she whined to stay in your arms.

“It’s so nice to see you again, Peter! From your new looks, I think I should call you Spider-Dad instead of Spider-Man.” Your joke made Peter and the rest laugh. Even Miguel lightly chuckled when you briefly glanced at him.

“This is Mayday. My spider hearing told me you have a kid too. Welcome to the dad club O’Hara. I’ll buy you a pair of slippers and a robe.” Peter patted Miguel on the back in congratulations.

“No, thank you. I can still dress decently. You’re just being lazy, Parker.” Mayday hopped into Miguel’s arms and started crawling all over him. He caught her in his arms as she giggled up at him. You smiled at the site as you saw Miguel with a small smile. Mayday grabbed a few of your fingers and held them. Even though you have a five-year-old at home, baby fever clouded your thoughts. You did want Mateo to grow up with at least one sibling, unlike you, who was an only child.

“I still find it funny how you’re the only Spider-Man who isn’t funny. We’re supposed to be funny!” Peter caught Mayday as she jumped into her father’s arms.

“I think Miguel is funny in a different way. It’s cute.” You chuckle when Miguel pouts at your comment. But before you knew it, he grabbed you by the waist and shot his web up to the ceiling before swinging across. You clung to his side as it had been long since you flew across the training room. Returning to his original spot on the ceiling, he went upside down with you. He kissed you on the cheek.

“Think I’m funny now, amor?” You playfully hit his chest as he laughs.

“Haha, you’re such a tease.” You say before he sets the two of you back on the ground.

“Aww, young love.” Said Hobie, which earned him a glare from Miguel.

“Jess, would you be able to manage HQ for a week? I’m going to take time off to spend time with my family. I’ll still monitor from afar.”

“Of course. Spend time with y/n and Mateo. Don’t forget about some alone time too.” Jess winked, which made your cheeks go red as Miguel cleared his throat.

“Well, I’ll see you in a week. Reach out if there is an emergency.” Miguel said. You forgot his arms were still wrapped around you as he began to walk and bring you along. His arm around your waist felt like second nature, as if you haven’t been separated for nearly six years.

You waved goodbye to everyone before walking with Miguel to the large terrace, where many spiders relaxed in the fresh air. Going to the ledge, he turned to you as he gestured to you to take his hand. Understanding what he was about to do, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side as he jumped off.

Your stomach rising was such a freeing feeling that you had missed. Suddenly shot back up into the sky as Miguel shot his web out. The cold wind blowing against your suit felt amazing as Miguel swung through the skyline.

Finally, building the courage to swing yourself, you shoot out a web alongside Miguel. You had a rocky start, almost slipping before catching yourself again. Your small scare sent Miguel into a slight panic. But he calmed his heart when he saw you almost immediately catch yourself.

It was nice swinging across buildings with him again. It had been so long. Even before the two of you officially began dating. You two would have these peaceful swings when you had free time and knew Miguel needed a break from his workaholic tendencies. As you glided above the streets, you did a trick or two, such as needling through the traffic or hanging by your foot as Miguel sent a deep-hearted chuckle every so often as he gazed at your carefree antics.

Miguel swung closer to you until he could gently grab the web you were hanging from and bring you closer to him, chests grazing each other every time you took a breath. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing you against him.

Your heart began to take control of your body. You didn’t ware your mask; you wanted to feel the cool air hitting your rosy cheeks. You gently lifted part of his mask, only revealing up to his nose and showing off his plump lips. Miguel leaned his head down and captured your lips into a sweet kiss. Your lips parted from his as you removed his mask, revealing his honey-brown eyes.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Miguel kissed you one more time.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Please let me be yours again, mi amor. Let me take you on a date tomorrow night.” You hesitated. Why does it feel so easy? He finds out he’s a father and bonds right away with Mateo, plus he wants you to. Did you really get such good luck? You take a deep breath before you caress his cheek and plant another kiss on his lips as your response. You feel his smile against you, happy you gave him another chance.

Miguel’s watch beeped as Lyla appeared next to him. “It’s time for you to pick up the cute baby boy from school. You two make such adorable babies! You should have another!” Lyla’s forward words made you blush as Miguel lightly glared at Lyla for fooling around and teasing you. He should really update her code. Pressing a few buttons, he opened a portal back into your apartment.

You quickly remove your suits and walk over to Mateo’s school. You walk into the building as you both wait for him to finish and leave his classroom.

“Mama! Papa! Look what I drew!” Mateo came running out of class with other kids, his backpack jiggling behind him. He hugged you before going to hug Miguel as Miguel picked him up in his arms.

“Look at my drawing! I drew you and Papa.” Mateo showed the drawing. Seeing his drawings in the past, you could conjure out the figure of you, Miguel, and Mateo inside a house and all holding hands.

“We are all holding hands because we love each other,” Mateo said as you briefly glanced at Miguel. You looked at him with a loving smile.

“It’s an amazing drawing, papito. We’ll make sure to hang it up in the fridge.” Said Miguel. You walked out of the school and back home to the apartment. As you walked in, Miguel went to the kitchen and helped Mateo put the photo on the fridge next to a few other drawings. You follow behind as you make small healthy snacks for Mateo’s soccer team. You would have just bought something from the store. But you knew some of the very opinionated mothers would throw a fit.

You decided to make miniature empanadas which you knew how to make as they were Miguel’s favorite as he showed you how to make them on one of your cooking dates. You loved those dates with him. Where you went to his or your home and both cooked a dish.

After some time, you took the now-cooked empanadas from the oven. Good thing you made extra because the smell brought Miguel back to the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Those smell amazing, Hermosa.” He kissed your neck before grabbing one. Somehow he wasn’t affected by how hot they were.

“Be careful. I just took them out of the oven.” He kissed your cheek before biting into it. Maybe his superpowers let his tongue not get burned. You internally chuckled at the silly thought.

“It’s delicious.” Miguel hummed in contentment as he took another bite. After they cooled down enough, you took a bite of one. He was right. They were delicious. You put one aside for Mateo as you pack the rest for tomorrow.

“Let me cook dinner since you made the empanadas,” Miguel said as he began to take stuff out to cook.

“But you made breakfast this morning. Let me cook.” You pouted slightly as he ignored the remark.

“Nonsense, amor. You’ve done so much for me already. You gave me Mateo. Making dinner for my family is the least I can do for you.” He kissed your forehead before he went back to chopping vegetables.

You hugged him from behind as you got on your toes and kissed him on the cheek before you grabbed the plate with Mateo’s empanada. You entered his room as he sat on the floor, playing with his legos.

“Hey bud, I made empanadas for your soccer practice tomorrow.” You sit next to him as you place the plastic plate before him. His eyes widened as he quickly dropped his blocks and picked up the delicious pastry.

“Thank you, mama.” He said as he chomped down on the empanada.

“How was school?” You asked him.

“It was fun! Ms. Williams taught us our ABCs and how to count to 20. And then she read us a book about Spiderwoman before we got to play.” He said in between eating. You smiled as you wiped his cheek where there was food.

“Hey Mama, do you love Papa?” His sudden question made your cheeks pink. The door was opened to his room and right next to the kitchen. You knew Miguel could easily hear with his heightened hearing ability. You knew you were going to get teased by Miguel for this later. Swallowing your pride a little, “I do love him.”

“That’s good because I think Papa loves you too.”

“Why do you say that, sweetie?” You knew Miguel still had feelings for you. But you didn’t think he still loved you, especially after how you left him and hid the fact that he had a son for five years.

“He looks at you with a big smile when you’re not looking, and his eyes almost look like hearts.” You knew your son might have exaggerated slightly with the heart eyes. But you knew the rest was true. Little kids really were key observers. Especially your son. He probably got that from his father, who questioned everything like the scientist he was.

Your heartbeat raced as Miguel walked in with a grin on his face. Oh, he definitely heard your conversation.

“Dinner’s almost ready.” Miguel walked in and sat down. His large frame took up some of the room as the two of you began to play with the legos with Mateo as you let your son dictate the game he came up with.

After eating dinner as a family at the dining table, you all went to the living room to watch a family-friendly movie. Mateo lay down on the rug as he drew with his crayons.

You felt a little cold as you quickly went to grab a sweater for you and Mateo. He whined at first, not wanting to put it on. But finally decided to listen as he let you put it on him. You had also grabbed an old sweatshirt that was Miguel’s that you still had and handed it to him.

“If you’re cold.” You say as you sit back on the sofa next to him.

“Gracias.” He said, putting it on. After a few minutes passed by, you still felt cold. Miguel wrapped his arm around your waist as if he knew, pulling you closer to him. Your knees touched his as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You felt lips press to your forehead, which woke you up from your slumber. Sometime during the movie, you fell asleep on his shoulder.

“What time is it?” You yawn.

“Eleven. I put Mateo to bed an hour ago.” Miguel turned off the tv.

“I’m sorry that you waited.”

“Nonsense cariño. Plus, you were so peaceful when you slept. Why would I disturb such a gorgeous site?” You chuckled at his flirty response before a small gasp came from you as he picked you up bridal style and began to carry you to the bedroom.

“Miguel. I can walk myself to the bedroom.” You said. His response was only a kiss on your cheek as he walked into the bedroom and placed you on the bed.

“Miguel?” You said, cheeks turning a dark red as he hovered over you on the bed. He kissed your lips before trailing down from your chin, neck, to your collarbone between your breasts through your shirt.

“I’ve missed you so much, mi corazón. I don’t think I can last another night without touching you.” He lifted your shirt above your gorgeous mounds, his words, as he kissed the tops of each breast. A growl escapes his lips at the bra trapping your breasts. His pointer finger claw extended as he brought it to the middle of your bra, tearing it in half and breaking your breasts free.

“That was a good bra.” You moaned out as Miguel took your right nipple into his mouth and used his other hand to massage your left.

“I’ll take you to go buy a new one.” He mumbled before he continued to pleasure your breasts. His mouth moved to your other nipple to make sure both got attention as his hand snaked down below your pj shorts as he began to stroke your clit.

“Such a naughty girl. Not wearing any panties. Were you wanting me to fuck you tonight, mi amor?”

A moan escaped your lips before you covered your mouth with your hands as Mateo was down the hall. Miguel removed your hand and kissed your wrist.

“Miguel, we have to keep it down.” You managed to say in between moans as he inserted two fingers inside your wet folds.

“Well then, we’ll have to keep it quiet. I’ll have to hear your sweet moans another time.” He quickened his pace with his fingers inside you. A soft groan left your lips as he stopped giving attention to your nipples. But soon replaced with kissing and sucking on your neck as his fangs graze against your skin, sending pleasure through your body. You clench around his fingers as his continued thrusts created a knot in your stomach.

“Soak my fingers so that I can taste you.” He whispered in your ear as he quickened his pace, curling them inside you. You couldn’t hold down a moan as you came from your climax. You whined at the feeling of being empty as he put the fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Don’t worry, mi amor. You’ll be filled again with my cock. He removed your shorts and tossed them on the floor before taking off his sweatpants. His erect cock broke free from its prison, aching to be inside you as you saw precum leaking from the tip.

The tip of his cock grazed your soaking folds as he gently eased the tip into you. A moan left you as he continued to push himself in. A groan escaped his lips as he felt you clench around him despite you being so tight.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been inside your pretty pussy. You’re not going to sleep tonight, Hermosa.” He removes himself except for the tip before-

Your body jolts awake in a slightly sweaty state. You shut your eyes tight as you hold back a moan. Your core was on fire, begging for attention and release.

You mentally swear.

It was another fucking sex dream.

You glance at the large bare chest resting against the headboard. Miguel sat up as he looked at an orange screen in front of him that projected from his watch. Your thighs squeezed against each other as the sunlight perfectly accentuated his muscles. It didn’t help that he was wearing his glasses.

“Buenos días cariño.” His gaze shifted from the screen to you as he turned slightly to face you.

“Good morning.” You managed to get out. He cupped your cheek and gently caressed you with his thumb. Your eyes widen as you see lust cloud his brown eyes as a smirk appears on his lips.

“Did you have a nice dream?”

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You guessed it. There will be another chapter.🥰

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not now sweetie mommy’s bearing the curse.

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There’s a lot going on in that little critter’s head right now.

Romancing Elliott be like-

Farmer- (Breaks into Elliott’s house at 10 in the morning on his birthday)

Elliott- Oh hello there Farmer.

Farmer- (Plays the piano for funny Elliott Easter Egg)

Elliott- That’s a nice tune-

Farmer- (Gives Elliott their only pomegranate that you know DAMN well they could have given to the enchanters bundle but didn’t)

Elliott- How did you know this was my favorite frui-

Farmer- I know everything. Now tell me about yourself.

Elliott- Well-

Farmer- Thank you. (Skitters away with their 4+ hearts)

Elliott- ….

Elliott- That’s my future spouse.

The Bartender || Octavio ‘Octane’ Silva || PART 1

Request: Surely a Octane x reader one shot? Make it angsty, maybe reader is looking at making it official with another legend and Octavio isn't having a bar of it. He wants to prove that he is the one she wants to be with make it smutty hehe

A/N: I had so much fun writing this but unfortunately ya boi loves porn with a plot so the first part is all plot and part 2 will be unadulterated smut lmaoooo

I also tried something a little different, rather than having normal Y/N prompts there’s none present, I feel like it takes me out of it sometimes so I hope its still easy to follow !

Pairing: Octane x f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Bitta angst!

Word Count: 3.4K

Being friends with the Legends was both a blessing and a curse. The upbeat bartender had found herself a job by quite literally falling into the Paradise Lounge one particular evening, managing to charm her way through the charismatic owner and getting herself some fun and secure work.

Since then with time passing, and more Legends joining the Apex games (given her coworker was literally a Legend) she had come to see familiar faces, ones she held close to her heart. Some considered as close friends — some closer… Much like her boss, Elliott.

With having a cast of famous friends she had been briefed over and over again about etiquette and how to interact with them after hours. It was all so meticulous and boring, half the time she didn’t care for it too much and opted to ignore it mostly. After all, she was merely a bartender and wanted to just do her job.

The Lounge itself was particularly busy, with two functions happening at the same time and the usual mob of Legends that visited the bar. It had become quite stressful, despite Elliotts four decoys helping the poor woman keep up with it all.

“Dude there is something in the drinks tonight,” her exhausted voice called out over the ruckus and atmosphere, in her hands she slid over a full tip jar to Elliott with a confused look on her face. He tilted his head, almost as shocked as she was at the array of tips they had been receiving for the evening.

It wasn’t too unusual, but the tips had been directed toward the bartender entirely which was incredibly weird.

“Uh-oh, Elliott seems a little jealous you’ve taken all the attention.” Anita smirked, bringing her drink up to her lips. The comment made the bartender shoo her off bashfully, following up with a wink and sliding over the mercenary another drink when Elliott had his back turned away.

“What can I say, I’m just better than him in every single way.” The bartender's smug smile reaffirmed her joking comment. She loved nothing more than stirring up the man, only because he reacted so well to her jabs and endearing insults.

Kairi held up her beer bottle in a toast and bowed her head, “I’ll fuckin’ drink to that.”

With that, the night continued on as per usual as people came and went, the functions slowly siphoned people and closing time was upon them. ‘Closing time’ — which usually meant the bar was shut off to the public for an unknown amount of hours while the remaining legends and bartender stayed in to drink themselves into a stupor.

The bartender found herself seated comfortably on one of the couches in the lounge area, her back flush up against the arm and her legs were draped over Elliotts lap. His hand was softly stroking the underside of her legs, almost in a trance as the group of people talked amongst themselves.

She would be lying if she said that the attention wasn’t nice, in fact over the past couple of weeks she had come attuned to the little gestures Elliott started doing and considered that maybe they were meant to come off as more than what a friend would do. It was nice, considering how her heart ached after the birthday she had, it was best to move on and keep herself distracted.

It wasn’t just her who noticed these things, it was some others who had picked up on it as well. Often asking amongst themselves if the two were a couple or not.

“Hey,” her soft voice caught his attention, she brought over her hand to run through his hair as she did so, “what’s on your mind El?”

Truth be told the man had no clue what thoughts travelled through his mind, he rather enjoyed the company his bartender accomplice provided as well as the additional retorts she had stacked away to keep up with him. Sure she was attractive, had the wit and charm to keep him on his toes but he wasn’t even sure if he was willing to pursue it.

Noticing the man had struggled to even find an answer, she got off him and moved closer, placing a hand on his, “do you wanna talk someplace else?” Regardless of any feelings, she cared about him and had grown to care for the rest as time went on.

Some of the others had paused conversations to momentarily look at the two, Ajay had been deep in conversation with Octavio about a lot of things; the two of them had known each other so long now, but their conversation stopped as - like the others - stopped to watch Elliott and their friend interact.

“That looks serious O, yuh better make yuh move now or else Witt will take off wit’ her.” Ajay’s voice was hushed, the last thing she wanted was to arouse suspicion amongst the others and knowing how much of a chatty bunch the Legends could be — she didn’t want to humiliate Octavio like that. Lord knows he deserved it half the time, but not now and not over this.

He ran his hands through his hair, soft green tips poking through the gaps of his fingers. The memories planted in his mind so kindly resurfacing as he was forced to remember one particular night not all that long ago.

Several Weeks Ago*

It was a typical night for the lounge, although the usual bartender had the night off for her birthday. Spending this special occasion surrounded by the majority of the legends she drank to her heart's content and danced on as many tables as she could. Granted she fell off more tables than she could stay on one.

The last table she felt herself falling off of, she at least had someone down below to catch her. His turquoise coloured hair was the first thing she caught sight of and then it was the crooked grin spread across his lips.

“You should watch where your dancin’ chica! I won’t be able to catch you all the time!” He had shouted over the loud music. Her arms had fallen around his neck as he carried her to the safety of a lounge booth.

“Maybe I like it when you hold me,” her words were slurred ever so slightly, matching the goofy look on her face and the glazed look in her eyes. Nevermind she was drunk as ever, the words made him feel giddy, his palms beginning to sweat and his heart hammering.

He placed her down on the couch, her stubborn grip unmoving despite his best efforts. He chuckled to himself, feeling the weightlessness of the alcohol consumed, “if you don’t want to sit here, where would you like to go?”

She rested her head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent which smelt mostly of pinewood with a vanilla fragrance and a hint of his own natural musk. She hummed to herself in a dazed thought, enjoying the warmth of the man that held her with little to no effort.

“How about we get you some fresh air chica?” He began heading upstairs to the rooftop balcony, knowing that if he had walked her out the front door like that it would raise some questions he wasn’t up to answering.

“I like this colour on you,” she mused, running her fingers through his hair.

The compliment alone lit a fire burning inside of Octavio, he never felt more alive than when he was with her. Something about her was just so exciting and intoxicating altogether. That feeling was just about mutual for her as well, finding the moments spent with Octavio were ones she always remembered.

He was grateful the night air chilled the heat he began omitting, seating his companion where she could overlook Solace City as the night drew on. He admired her features, the way the ambient neon lights bounced off her skin in a heavenly glow. She had an uncanny ability to light up a room with her smile alone, and her laugh was something he wished he could wake up to every morning.

It had been sometime ago Octavio caught feelings, he couldn’t quite place when or where or even how… But they were there and he was always first through the door at the lounge and ever so eager to make company alongside his favourite Bartender.

“Oh! Hermosa, I almost forgot!” He exclaimed, breaking the peaceful silence as he pulled out a small hand sized package from his pocket. It was a surprise to mostly everyone when the man arrived dressed up, considering his resentment towards functions like this.

She cautiously grabbed the box, surprised he had given her anything at all. But nonetheless grateful, the brisk air had begun clearing the fog in her mind, a smile pulled at the corner of her lips, “O… you didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did! I wanted you to know how much you mean to me — uh us! How much you mean to us,” he stumbled, recovering rather well despite how hard it was to control his blubbering mouth. He wondered if this is what it felt like to be Elliott, constantly tripping over words all the time.

An endearing expression pulled together on her face when the box was opened. The contents inside were photographs, capturing the night they had spontaneously explored the harbour of Solace City, swimming around and causing a ruckus. Another captured the night they had stowed away the woman on the drop ship when they were headed to Psamathe.

Many memories relived for her, reminiscing on the trouble particularly her and Octavio got up to together. The two caused nothing but trouble and yet they were a pair that complimented one another to an odd degree, considering the bartender had a uniquely boring life outside of Bartending.

Behind the final picture was but a simple necklace with an intricately designed charm, beautiful as it was, she put a hand to her heart and looked at the aloof man.

“Tavi… Thank you so much.” She stood up, pulling him into a hug, she inhaled his scent in more as her arms tightened around him. Her muscles relaxed when he hugged her back with equal enthusiasm, the two merely enjoying the moment together alongside the authentic noisecape of Solace.

It was a rather long drawn out hug, one that exceeded the normal timing of anything friendly. When she pulled away, she couldn’t seem to pull completely away, resting her hands on his chest as she continued looking into his eyes. The way the outer corners would crinkle every time he laughed or smiled, even that twinkle in his eye that was ever present was something that ignited a feeling of excitement within the young woman.

Neither of the two could quite recollect the night to the most accurate detail but it was Octavio who had leaned in first. Unable to break away from the enchanting way she looked that evening, her eyes, her hair, the way she dressed… It was all too much for him to not do anything about.

Their lips brushed together, the feeling alone sent tingles through both of them as they paused in unison with hesitancy. Ultimately it was Octavio’s companion that continued the delicate moment, sealing it with the most passionate of gestures as the space between them finally closed.

He had fucked up.

He was the one that ghosted her the weeks after that, unable to live with the possibility that their friendship could’ve been ruined. He refused to go to the lounge alone, in fear that he would be confronted with a face that was heartbroken. Yet, he watched on as Elliott drew that little bit closer to her as time went on, and now watching the two interact made his stomach drop and his heart ache.

It was his fault he pushed her away and now if he didn’t make amends, he would suffer in silence for far longer.

“O, yuh can’t pull the same shit with her like you do with me, ya hear?” Ajay was always so honest and blunt, it was the only way she could get through to her childhood friend. She knew his habits better than anyone.

Over by the couch, the comfy duo had gotten up and left the group which resulted in murmurs, granted they were just heading over to the bar and storage room, so hardly out of sight from most people present.

“El, you got me worried — what’s up?” She queried now out of earshot. His behaviour was more than questionable considering he was ever the charismatic charmer and never shut up about anything.

“Y-yeah I just… I’m just… Can we talk?”

She looked around, one of her eyebrows raised, “uhh… we’re talking now.”

His arms slumped by his side as he gestured to the storage room, making her go wide eyed and groan internally for her inability to pick up the subtle lingo, “oh of course.” Her cheeks flushed bright red as the two stepped out of view of the others present.

“Is everything okay?” She brought a hand up to Elliotts face, trying hard to read his eyes. His beard prickled the pads of her fingers, he slightly leaned into her touch and exhaled a deep breath.

His mind was a whirlwind of confusing and conflicting emotions, thoughts and feelings. Ultimately he came to the conclusion in his mind after so much thought, that this had been a mistake -- it was the first time in a long time he needed to not act out on impulse. Despite the banter, the small touches and gestures shared between them, Elliott was swiftly reminded of how things could end up if this ended poorly.

“I’m-I’m sorry —“

It was just too little too late, had he been just a second quicker his companion may not have read into things all too much. Seizing the opportunity to capture his lips in hers with a kiss.

Despite his futile attempt to take the moral high ground, he couldn’t help but melt into her touch, deepening the kiss as he put his hands on her waist. She could feel her heart hammering into her chest, knowing that the move she made was risky but it was definitely rewarding.

The two were so incredibly engrossed in the moment that it was no surprise neither had heard the door open, it was a loud curse that ruined the moment. Tearing the two apart from one another as both heads snapped toward the intruder.

“Are you fuckin’ for real?”

Her face fell upon seeing Octavio in the door frame, how upset he seemed to look having witnessed Elliott and his girl kissing. Regret, then panic and then anger happened upon her face, recalling the night of her birthday and the weeks proceeding it. A vivid callback to the way the speedster treated her.

“What the fuck’s your problem?” She backed away from Elliot, pointing her anger toward Octavio. How dare he? Come barging in, like he had the right to police her every move after ignoring her for weeks.

“Well I don’t know, maybe seeing your tongue halfway down Witt’s throat is my problem!” He shouted back, redirecting the same energy back onto her. A lot of emotions hit him when he opened that door, but none more than sadness. It was always such a pity that he had difficulties expressing the right emotions when it came to confrontations like this.

“Why is that a problem, you’re the prick that ignored me for weeks! You made your point crystal-fucking-clear!” She spat, her chest was heaving and her heart was hammering through the aches. If she looked him in the eyes she knew she would most likely break down into tears.

Poor Elliott looked between the two fighting parties, sure he was well equipped for the games and had dealt with his fair share of sibling fighting, but he had absolutely no idea or approach to alleviate this current situation. He was at least privy to the context of what happened a few weeks ago, he also remembered spending a great deal of time getting his bartender back to the cheerful and happy face he came to like so well.

Octavio was silent while he paced, he was aware he was the one that was to blame and he just couldn’t help but feel angry seeing anyone else with their hands on her. “You need to leave,” His tone was eerily calm, an arm outstretched as he pointed out the door, his eyes narrowed on Elliott.

She stood between them with a fierce look, “I think you need to leave, you don’t get to barge in here and act like you’re mad and upset!”

“It—it’s really fine… I’ll call you later…” Elliot knew that the best way for things to mend was for the two to talk it out — grateful that Octavio saved him from having one awkward conversation in the event things went south between the two.

He squeezed past the two, giving Octavio a polite pat on the shoulder on his way out, finally inhaling seemingly fresh air after being stuck in the tense room.

“Are you fucking serious, am I about to hear some fucking rehearsed bullshit like ‘oh you’re mine’ and ‘you can only fuck around with me’? New flash pal, we weren’t ever dating, we weren’t anything because you left me hanging.” She was pacing, fighting the urge to break down right then and there.

Her words were harsh, but nonetheless true. Octavio let out a deflated sigh, knowing if anyone was going to see through him it was most definitely her. It still angered him, the image of her and Elliott so close was scorned into his mind, “at least show some respect — Elliott, really? It’s like you’re trying to piss me off on purpose,” he folded his arms over his chest, eyes following her every move.

She scoffed, “you don’t get to be mad about that, asshole — I thought we had something… And now when I try to move past it, you pull me back into your bullshit.” Her finger was poking his chest to emphasise her point, he merely swayed subtly with every poke.

“Yeah and I thought it was pretty clear to everyone else that you’re my girl — imagine my surprise when I see Witt making his move on you, huh?”

“I’m not your anything!” She threw her hands up in the air, a pained look morphed onto her face. Emotions and thoughts clouded her mind and if she stayed too long on them, she was sure the tears would follow.

“Fine, then prove to me that I’m not the guy you want,” his movements were lightning fast, snatching her wrist at record speed and yanking her toward him. She stumbled slightly, pressed flush up against his chest and arms not holding onto particularly anything.

She wasn’t panicked, despite it all she still trusted Octavio and being this close to the man had always been comforting no matter what. But her anger at his attitude was hard to wash by, gritting her teeth and balling her fists up, “I don’t need to! you already—.”

His lips tasted like a mixture of the craft beer he had been drinking (no doubt one of Ajay’s picking) and the aftermath of the gum he had long spit out. Her anger subsided momentarily, lost in the heat of the moment while breathing in his scent and becoming putty under his touch.

“Fuck you,” She grumbled against his lips, her final act of defiance before she fully succumbed to the moment, to the feelings and listened to the butterflies in her stomach.

He deepened the kiss, guiding her until her back hit the storage shelves. Her hands cupped his neck and head desperately, as if he was going to leave her again. But for the first time in his life, Octavio wasn’t moving and he wasn’t going anywhere.

She nibbled on his bottom lip, earning herself a breathy groan from her companion. As he pressed into her, she could feel how hard he was, breaking away from the kiss and pressing meticulously placed kisses down his neck and across the nape of his neck.

As her teeth nipped a little too hard in one spot, Octavio jolted back, a chuckle escaping his lips, “you might wanna settle down Hermosa, I won't be able to control myself.”

“I’m counting on it.”

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