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writingsofhubris · 8 months

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One big human heart, gently beating.

Cabinet Man chapter 8! Rating: T WC: 2.4k | 26.4k Tags: Alternate Universe - Victorian, Slow Burn Fandom: Spider-Man (Movies - Raimi) Ship: Otto Octavius/Rosalie Octavius Disc: Ce, qu'on appelle une raison de vivre est en même temps une excellente raison de mourir. | What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying Otto Octavius, soon to be a doctor, knew his reputation preceded him in more ways than one. He’d all but written off marriage from a young age, until he saw a woman who’s flick of a hair, a rustle of skirts, took his attention firmly from the science he had so long been taken over his mind.

#doc ock #otto octavius x rosie octavius #rosie octavius #rosie octavius x otto octavius #otto octavius #victorian au #fanfiction #.w

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squid-vurd · 1 year

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It's pi day nerds. I like to think Otto always wanted to bake, being introduced to it via his mother, but never got the hang of it. Rosie helped him get back into the hobby with her own talent.

Rosie is a lot better though-

#my posts #my art #pi day #doc ock #otto octavius #rosalie octavius #rosie octavius #doctor octopus #doctor otto octavius #spider man #spiderman #rosie x otto #i have no motivation but i did somethin for a day! so ! cool

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docockschest · 1 year

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For those who have AUs where Rosie is alive and happy with Otto in some way, I platonically love you 💕

#rosie octavius #otto octavius #rosie x otto #doc ock #doctor octopus #doctor ock #doctor octavius #i love u

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youwannaplaygames · 2 years

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Spider-Man 2 if Rosie had survived

Judge: Dr. Octavius, for your crimes, you will be hung.

Rosie: But your Honor, he’s already hung!

Otto: Your Honor, tell the bailiff to uncuff me so I can high-five my wife. Actually, never mind, I can reach her from here.

Rosie: [high-fives all four actuators]

#otto x rosie #otto octavius #rosalie octavius #doc ock

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aestherasa · 1 year

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I have an Otto/Rosie fic stuck in my head... Which is just a little funny to me considering behind-the-scenes knowledge of Donna having her scream dubbed by her step-daughter.

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Otto’s always loved Rosie’s singing. When she hums along in the car, when she sings to her dad’s vinyl records which she kept because she couldn’t bear to see them thrown away or melt in storage.

He knows when she’s being modest. When she hides behind the melody. When she hides away her face as she effortlessly raises her voice. He’s heard her when she thinks he’s away, singing along to old Broadway records that “sound like home” because she grew up away from the city and it’s the record player that sounds more familiar to her than the big names they see together sometimes.

She says she’s flawed. Her notes aren’t right. They come out lilted, or sideways. A flat. A sharp. “You’re a natural,” he says back, like it’s a sweet little joke.

Rosie would push him away because she thought he was being “ridiculous.” Otto would only smile wider at her until she gave him a small kiss in forgiveness. She was funny that way, he thought. She was never mad at him in the first place.

It’s the beautiful way Rosie would climb in confidence when she sang that had Otto falling in love with her again and again. Of course, anything Rosie did was worth falling in love with again and again.

Every time she spoke. Every time he heard her voie.

So why, then, was the last time he heard it in such a horrific fashion. His Rosie. His Rosie with her scream of fear and terror. Her trust in him felt broken, the echoes of that scream ragged across his ears. Like bent metal. Like broken glass.

Her melodic laugh was never to be heard again.

Is this a dream?

She’s gone. She’s gone. She’s gone.

Otto feels underwater. But that’s too early in the story. Otto feels underwater. Or asleep. Or horrified by the feeling of his mind flooding with thoughts that are unwelcome and not his own. He cannot smile in this dream. In this memory.

But that broken trust, that phantom scream, lives through his head.

On. And On. And On.

The last memory of her was that.

And Otto knew he would never have an “I forgive you” kiss again.

But that was fine.

He was not to be forgiven.

#otto octavius #rosie octavius #spider-man 2 #my writing #i didn't expect to write this here #maybe I'll put it on AO3 later.#Doc Ock #the octaviuses #otto x rosie

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thevintagehawk27 · 2 years

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Iconic Spiderman kiss with Rosie as Doc Ock hanging by her tentacles and Prof Otto giving her a kiss?

This took forever but I’m so happy with it 🥲

#illustration #digital drawing #dr otto octavius #rosie octavius #au #Spider-Man au #Rosie x otto

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verysmolnerd · 7 months

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Once Upon A Dream

Otto Octavius x DreamEater!Reader

As you travel from building to building, trying to find someone who truly dreams; you catch sight of a man dreaming high up of an upper-scale apartment complex.

Alas, it was the former villain, Doc Ock. You have had the pleasure of witnessing him attack a café and snag a redhead years ago. Unlike a large margin of dream eaters that give up their physical bodies to forever be in the dream world, you decide to be physically present during the day. There are just so many things that you can do as a person

You never meddled with the dreams of supervillains, some part of you deep down refused to see what twisted minds could dream.

You perched on the foot of his bed and looked at his sleeping face. Everyone looks peaceful sleeping, it’s because of how vulnerable they are. Undisturbed, careless, and calm. Hell, even you look like that when you sleep. Sadly, you do not get to have experiences of your own

But now that he’s no longer under the influence of the arms and cleared his name, everything seems to be in a different light. You had heard that he was dragged to another plane of existence, that the heroes had decided to heal him and return him here.

You had heard all about it: the trial, the public service, the part-time teaching job at Columbia, and his employment at Oscorp. It all went by so fast, but you’ll never forget the time he was repairing a bunch of government vehicles and tech that was busted; there were videos all over the internet, and he had no idea that they existed. Sometimes, he’d allow videos to be taken of him so he could give out tech tips that the corporate conglomerates didn’t want anybody to know. There’d be selfies too, from the close friends and distant family paying him a visit.

As fun as it was, things started to go downhill.

People would walk up to him as if they were the press and shove a phone in his face while asking a far-too-personal question that would make him uncomfortable. He stopped going out as much and stayed away from touristy areas of New York.

He would only go out when he really wanted to, which involved socializing and groceries -excluding the commute to work- and somehow, there were still photos taken of him walking down the streets. Even when he made his actuators semi-retractable to appear more normal in the crowd, people still saw him and ran head-first with a phone in hand.

The videos didn’t stop there; when he guest lectured before his part-time professor and tutor position, there were videos and streams of him. It was kinda creepy, and you heard rumors that he had begun to notice and banned cell phones from the class. If someone would need to send an emergency text or open the phone at all, they would have to do it outside the lecture hall.

And it only got worse. The videos were so frequent and popular that they would end up in your social media feed. As much as you admired the former villain, you blocked and reported all the videos. What went to a fun little interaction and moral-boosting videos, turned into stalker photos and videos of seeing him in public.

People were even beginning to stalk him like some sort of fucked up celebrity that they’d been pining for forever. Someone would sneak into his top-secret seminars for graduates, others would rendezvous him in supermarkets. One freak even went as far as to find his address. This prompted the former supervillain to not only move after only living in an apartment for a month but also file a restraining order on the freak.

And now you’re looming over his bed in your dream eater form… well, that makes you one of those superfans now…hooray.

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You’ve looked at him long enough, that you’re getting tunnel vision on his face. That the metal armatures snaked all around his floor looked like strange decorations rather than his permanent appendages.

He’s cute, really truly. Those big soft eyes of his are closed lightly and his plump cheeks are pressed up against the pillow as he snores ever so softly. His thickly-padded chest rose and fell with every single breath he took… and you’re blushing over a former super-villain sleeping.

Ugh, you’re looking at him for too long, it’s even making you uncomfortable.

You heard something spur to life, you didn’t really care because nobody can see you in this form. Though curiosity led you to the actuators opening and closing, as if they were going under REM. It’s intriguing, the AI in the arms has developed so much that they’ve gained human-like subconscious actions. They’re intelligent and unique, just like the man they are attached to.

That’s what you assumed at first, but when you looked at them again, all four seemed to be trained to look in your direction. You must’ve been giving off some sort of energy that stirred them awake, and now they’re trying to find you…. Incredible, but nerve-wracking.

You reached forward toward his head, and tapped his temple, entering his dream.

…

You shifted around to adjust to your new environment; more specifically, adjusting to the new energy that this dream brings. You do this with your eyes closed, the energy along with the sight of the dream can be overwhelming.

It feels……like a distant childhood feeling, the smell or brief emotions that can bring someone back to a simpler time. You had the urge to take in this feeling for as long as the moment offered because you know better than anyone that it will soon fade and it will leave you chasing to feel that feeling once more.

To your shock, that feeling never faded; and you can feel anything that was subconsciously tightened or held, loosened and free. You felt lighter and as free as the wind. It’s amazing, and you can only recall a few dreams like this.

It takes a strong amount of emotion to have a dream like this, even then, it has to be the right emotion. Pure happiness is stimulating, which is a rare thing; people who cry themselves to sleep have heavy and loathing dreams; you don’t want to describe what it feels like when someone ice purely upset when they dream.

Regardless, this familiar yet unfamiliar feeling is rooted in a source you’ve grown to know too well. It’s a nostalgic feeling that brings back joy. You know the true meaning of such a word, such a feeling. Because it causes something that can never have a solution.

Pain. Nostalgia is rooted in three words, two are Greek and the third is German. Nostos meaning to return home, algos meaning pain, and hiemweh meaning homesickness. All three are bundled up to represent the loss and feelings of times past. Such a thing can drive the modern person insane.

Not wanting to further dwell on such a beautiful yet painful feeling, you opened your eyes. You’re in a New York apartment, but not the one you just left in the waking world. No, this one has a more homey feeling. You can feel the love from all the heavily used furniture in the place.

The entire place lacked the cold feeling you felt when in the waking world, his apartment was so scarce and small. Well, it only makes sense because he’s lost everything before, so he loses sentiment in certain items. Though, part of you thinks he’s just afraid of losing everything again.

And you can’t blame him! If this was the lifestyle he had beforehand, he must’ve been crushed to lose it all in the accident all those years ago.

“These new batch of freshmen are far too literal,” A feminine voice serenaded the room, “They’re almost as bad as you are, Otto.” You froze, peering into the room to find the source of the voice.

It’s a kitchen, filled with decorations and comfortable furniture; and the source of the voice came from a woman walking away from the kitchen island and toward a dining table on the opposite side of the room.

“Well, maybe if you help them, then they’ll understand,” A younger -but not too young- Otto sat at the head of the table, smiling when the woman sat down. You found it so strange to see him without the metal contraptions welded to his back.

He raised his hand up and down as if it helps with the flow of the conversation.

A gold wedding band gleams in the serene, yet natural light.

Ah, now you see. It’s his late wife. You had heard rumors, but you were never certain because one Octavius is already illusive, a second would add to the struggle. Though, the only time she had even made the papers was when it came to her funeral. She was impaled by glass brought in by the machine that made her husband a monster to society.

“Now, where’s the fun in that,” She set the tray down on the table and grabbed the teapot, “Self-discovery is the most enjoyable type. No other accomplishment could top that kind of feeling.” She has a point there, you can relate to that. It took years of self-discovery for you to truly understand what you truly are, and there’s always room to grow…

Although, bringing yourself back to the present, this dream.. is quite a rare sight. A rare energy.

It’s not common for people to have dreams of another person… but to make it sound so heavenly must be rooted in regret and mourning. Otto was in a dazed state as his wife poured him a cup of tea, then propped her head up with her hand as she looked at him with the eyes that you wish would happen to you someday.

Otto began to drink the tea, setting it down occasionally because it appeared to be hot, “But won’t you push them in the right direction? How could they ever understand something they don’t one where to look or lack a method to dissect the literature.”

“Consider it a challenge then,” was her response, and you like this woman. An open mind that finds a way to throw any accusation off the rails. No wonder she was alluring to Otto, “One you are certain to win, Rosie?” Otto smirked, quirking a brow.

Ah, so that’s her name. Once again fitting for her, something so poised, full of love, and smart fits this woman so well. Otto is a lucky man that’s for certain. Amongst all the spouses in the world, she is one in a zillion. “Always,” she says, “What would I win? If I won?” He answers, “All the kisses in the world.” She smiled once more, “Don’t I already have them?” He chuckled and pulled her off the chair to his lap, “You do, but there could be room for more.” He gives her a kiss, not letting go of her.

They embrace, sharing this moment of bliss together. Breaking the kiss every once in a while to breathe before going back for more. Nothing sensual was truly displayed, rather there was pure romantic love from a movie screen.

Honestly, the sight of this makes you wonder if you’ll ever be remotely lucky as the two of them. If they were like this before the accident on a regular basis, it only makes them look like star-crossed lovers. Fated for tragedy and anguish. Maybe on that part you wouldn’t want, but a romantic partner that loves you as much as you do them, you feel like you’re better off wishing upon a falling star.

A beep was sounded off next to you, the oven to be more precise. Rosie smiled, “Ah! The cake is done!” She stood up once more, walking back into the kitchen. He really did have everything, taking none of it for granted. Otto’s hand reached out for her as she walked away, his pained facial expression only tells you that he’s becoming aware inside of his dream. Tears were threatening to prick the edges of his eyes. You can’t imagine the pain he went through that evening. You can only assume this part of him, the part of him that loved with a big happy heart; died when she did.

She slid on the oven mitts and wasted no time getting the dessert out of the oven. It looks mouthwatering despite no work with frosting or fruits making it look more pleasing to eat. She brought a knife out and cut a slice for Otto, quickly grabbing a plate as well with a fork.

She quickly returned to him with the dessert, setting the plate down in front of him as she took her seat once more. Now Otto was crying, and Rosie quickly kissed at the tears, “I know your birthday wasn’t celebrated when you were a kid, so I figured that-“ she couldn’t even finish the sentence when Otto kissed her, again, and again.

He pulled her back on his lap, holding her close as she began to hum the happy birthday tune. Tears fell from his face as she kissed him until the tears stopped flowing. After that, she got a small chunk of cake on a fork, “Open wide, sweetheart.” He ate from the fork, a wet smile appearing on his face as he chewed. Rosie then brought his teacup closer to him, tapping the rim to encourage him to take a drink after he swallowed the cake piece. She pressed herself against his fleshy chest, which looked more appealing with the red turtleneck, as he sipped at the tea.

You sighed happily at the sight, the only thing that could be more romantic was some scene from a romance novel; even then, that still pales to the love they share.

Rosie smiled when she heard you, “I was wondering when you would show up.” She rose from the table, speed walking over to you while Otto was bewildered. She got a hold of your arm and sat you down across from her.

“What,“ there wasn’t a spot where his eyes weren’t looking at you, “What are you?” With your sudden appearance, you can only tell that he’s becoming more aware of the dream. Normally, you’d just be seen as a silhouette, but fully-formed? This is interesting.

You didn’t want to freak him out more, so you answered, “A dream eater. Though I would say that’s a poor name for me, I enter dreams and just take a little bit of energy from your dream without disrupting it.” You can see that he’s about to say something more, but you continued, “I don’t actually harm the dream itself when I absorb the energy, I just make you more lax in the dream. Hence,” You hold your hands out to gesture to the whole place, “The sudden appearance of this place you hold so dear to your heart.”

Rosie smiled at him, “They used to visit me too. After my mom had passed,” She glanced at a photo far off in the distance, “They’d have me relive my best memories with her while I was grieving.” Otto looked at her then back at you.

And then back at her again. Then you once more.

You remember watching her over in her dreams, but you never connected the dots because she was sleeping alone in a hotel room. Though, part of you is glad that this has gone full circle. Not everyone is open-minded as Rosie.

“Why?” His eyes were already so big and wet, let tears flow down his rounded cheeks as you hesitated to answer. “I didn’t initiate this dream, but I entered it for a wellness check.” You wriggled your hands, “On me? Why?” He seemed appalled, but unsure of what to believe anymore. You don’t blame him, he’s far out of his element with this one. You opened your mouth, “I-“ Rosie hugged you instead of an answer being given, “Thank you for watching over Otto when he sleeps.”

You nodded, about to say something but your surroundings began to blur and fade in and out. You looked up and around, “Well, you’re about to wake up.” You turn in Otto’s direction, he’s on the verge of breaking down again.

The dream began to fade as Otto pulled his wife over for one more time as you were ejected out of Otto’s subconscious.

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You shake off the sudden bout of stupor, you were in the same position that you were in when you originally entered Otto’s dream. Speaking of Otto, his breathing changed; with a sharp inhale, his eyes fluttered open.

“So you are real.” He said, his actuators curled back. “Although they cannot see you, I can perfectly.” He shifted in the bed to sit up. He rubbed his eyes, which seemed to be a bit red from crying in his sleep. He doesn’t seem to be fazed, by wet eyes. So, you can only assume this has been happening for a while… since he gained his sanity back.

“Interesting,” you mumbled, “Are you alright?” He nodded in response, “Normally, I pretend that I am fine, but this time I can say it with honesty.”

“Thank you for that, normally the public eye has been watching my every move for weird intentions, but to have someone genuine to check up on me; my gratitude is immeasurable.” You know he can’t see your mouth, only a gleaming pair of eyes contrasting a shadowy form, but you smile and move back. You need to leave soon.

“I’d love to talk more, but I have to return to my body or I’ll be stuck like this.” You said as you could see the run beginning to peak from the horizon’s edge. Otto looked pained at the thought, you may be the only person who truly understands him now.

“Will I ever see you again?” He asked, innocent and desperate like a kid. “I’m sure of it.” You reassured him, cupping a soft cheek before floating toward the window sill.

“I’ll see you again, once upon a dream.”

#promotion on tumblr #fanifiction #fanifc #fanfics #the nerd writes #otto x reader #otto octavius x reader #drabbles #drabble #thought it would be interesting to write something like this #rosalie octavius #Rosie #doc ock x reader #doctor octopus x reader #otto octavius #Doc Ock

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writingsofhubris · 2 years

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Clangs rang from the kitchen, pots slammed a little too hard, silverware clearly thrown to the side, ringing in the basin.

Rosie nearly jumped when she found Otto’s arms around her own waist, his lips pressed to the back of her head.

“If you scrub any harder, I think the lilies will come off with the soap.” Rosie felt her arms stop, brow furrowing before she leant back into his arms, forcing herself to release tension in the action. They’d held such position before, initally just after they’d fought, but it grew to be a practice between them whenever one was too stressed. “Do you want to tell me what’s happening, dear?”

“I...” was the start of her response to him, her eyes not leaving the teapot in her hands. “I’ve heard you explain this science every step of the way, you know.”

“I do,” he agreed, his head pressing against the side of hers, allowing a moment of thought for her.

“Peter, the kid today.” her head shifted just slightly, still letting his head stay attached, but pressed let her head rest on his shoulder, trying to find the words. “He managed to twist my belief in you easier than I’d have ever expected someone could. And to think; he was what, 16? 17?”

“I think he was 18. What are you worried about?”

“That you’ll be hurt.” She turned around in his arms, letting her head at last rest against his chest. “I don’t think I could wake up in two days without your head on the pillow next to mine.”

“You’ll never have to.” His lips pressed to her head for just a moment, trying to reassure her of such an action.

“I’d never want to.”

#this has just been... sitting in my drafts so enjoy #rosie octavius #otto octavius x rosie octavius #doc ock #otto octavius

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littleladybaker · 6 months

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Spider Sitters

Part of the Spiderman AU I've been working on. The Peters have crafted new identities with Otto and Rosie Octavius and now Peter 3 (AKA Andy Octavius) has agreed to babysit for his theater professor. With his brothers to help, how hard can it be to keep an eye on one blue baby?

LLB

Rosie tugged down the front of her sweater as she looked at herself in the mirror. Otto came up behind her, arms winding around her rounding belly.

"Ready, Dearest?" He asked.

"Whenever you are," She kissed his cheek as he let her go.

She grabbed her bag and leaned into the living room on their way to the door.

"Alright, boys. We..."

They both staired at their sons.

"Boys. Whose baby is that?" Otto asked.

Tom bounced the blue baby, "How can you not tell he's Herr Wagner's?"

Andy rolled his eyes and smiled at them, "It's he and his wife's anniversary so I offered to watch Sebastian while they go out tonight."

Otto and Rosie exchanged a look.

"It's fine," Tobey stepped forward, "We can handle him. You guys enjoy the play."

"Yeah," Andy continued, "Seb may look just like his papa but he and Frau Wagner said he hasn't shown signs of any other powers yet. He's just a baby who happens to be blue."

"There's three of us and one of him. We can handle it."

Rosie sighed and nodded, "Alright. But you three call us if you need anything. Alright?"

"Yes, Ma."

Otto nodded and put his hand on the small of Rosie's back. They put on their shoes, into the garage, and in the car. Otto pulled out of the driveway and made their way back to the city.

"Any money that baby will be teleporting before his parents come to pick him up?" Rosie offered.

"Nah," Otto shook his head, "He may look like Kurt but I bet he'll fly like his mother."

"Five dollars?"

"Ten. And I'll buy you that fancy ice cream you've been craving."

"You were going to do that anyway."

LLB

Now left alone with the baby, the three spidermen could only stair at him. Sebastian blinked up at them with large gold eyes.

"Why is he so dang cute?" Andy whispered, "Do you think our sister will be this cute?"

"At least this cute," Tom nodded, "Have you seen her parents?"

Sebastian stretched and yawned before pulling his tail into his mouth. They cooed again.

Tobey smiled and rolled his eyes, "Did Herr and Frau Wagner leave any instructions? A schedule or anything?"

"Nope!" Andy popped the 'p', "Just the diaper bag, the assurance that he can't port or fly yet, and the promise to pick him up by 9:00."

He nodded and looked up at the clock, "I'm going to make dinner then. Why don't you two feed him before we eat."

"I got it," Andy stood and went over to the diaper bag.

*Bamf!*

Both brothers froze and turned back slowly.

"Tom. Please tell me that wasn't what I think it was."

Tom shook his head, "Baby's gone."

They were silent for a moment, just starring at where Sebastain had been. Then, all three started running.

"He can't have gotten far! He's not that big!" Tobey ran into the dining room.

"Andy! You said he couldn't 'port!" Tom flung open the bathroom door.

"His parents said he couldn't!" Andy shouted down the stairs.

"Wait! Guys! Be quiet!" Tom stumbled back into the hall, "Do you hear that?"

The three brothers stopped in the hall to listen. Delighted giggles drifted through the house.

"The garage!"

They scrambled for the door. Tobey flung it open and they were faced with Sebastian giggling, sitting in the middle of the garage. They all sighed.

"I got him," Tobey stepped forward.

*Bamf!*

"...I don't got him..."

They scrabbled back into the house and split up to better listen for the baby's giggles. The giggling came from deeper in the house.

"Shit!" Tom turned, "Is he in the nursery?"

He dashed down the hall and wrenched open the nursery door. Sebastian lay on his belly on the fuzzy yellow duckling rug in the center of the room.

"I got 'im!" He aimed his web shooters.

"Use your hands!" Andy shoved him from behind, "Rosie will kill us if we get webs all over the nursery."

Tom stumbled and fell, barely managed to grab Sebastian. "I got him."

Sebastian continued to giggle and stuffed his fist into his mouth.

"Oh, you are so da-dang lucky you're cute," He stumbled back to his feet, "You don't think he can take passengers, do you?"

"No idea," Andy shrugged and closed the door behind them, "Herr Wagner wasn't taking passengers until he was in the double digits. "

Tom sighed and followed his brothers back into the living room. Andy picked the diaper bag back up and rummage through it for the baby food. Tobey went back to the kitchen to make dinner.

"Alright, Seb. Let's see what Mama and Papa packed you to eat."

Sebastian burbled and wiggled in Tom’s arms. For a moment, the house was mercifully quiet. Sebastian happily flicked his tail while Andy carefully fed him.

“How the heck do his parents keep his fur so clean? It’s like he wants to get food everywhere.”

“Can you imagine how bad diaper changes must be?" Tom wrinkled his nose.

"Don't even joke about that!" A look of horror washed over Andy's face, "I'm kinda just hopping he doesn't poop while we have him."

Tobey chuckled and turned the heat down on the stove. A flash of gold made him stop.

"Guys? What was that?"

"Baby can fly."

He turned slowly to that Sebastian had sprouted fiery wings, just like his mother's. Tom held him at arm's length, doing his best to not touch the wings. Andy leaned back, further terrified.

"Tommy. Do not let go of that baby," He squeeked.

"No kidding!"

Sebastian babbled, tail lashing back and forth. Hesitantly, Tobey went back to cooking. Tom slowly brought Sebastian to his chest and smiled.

"Hey! His wings don't actually burn." He smiled at Andy, "They're just kind of warm."

Tobey watched as his brothers played with Sebastian, feeling his new wings and tickling his feet. Then Andy stood with the dirty spoon and empty jar of pumpkin pure and made his way over to the kitchen.

"I guess his parents weren't kidding about him being an easy baby." He said, "He didn't even fight eating."

"Um. Andy?" Tom turned hesitantly, "I think he's wet."

Sebastian's face scrunched up as he began to whimper.

"Oh no."

"WAHHHH!!!!"

Andy dropped the spoon and jar in the sink and dashed over to the diaper bag again.

"I got it! I got it!"

"Well, hurry up!" Tom shouted as one of Sebastian's wings slapped him in the face.

"Just lay him down!" Andy ordered, pulling out a clean diaper and the packet of wet wipes.

They lay the baby on the rug and hurried to get his overalls off. The little outfit no longer felt cute as they struggled to get it off just so they could access his dirty diaper. As soon as the wet diaper was off, Sebastian calmed and hiccupped. His tail twitched again.

"See? That wasn't so bad. Was it, Bud?" Andy smiled as he worked.

*Bamf!*

Tobey sighed, "Guys? Did you let go of the baby?"

"Yeah..." Tom admited.

"Is there a naked, flying baby teleporting around the house?"

"Yeah..." Andy continued to stare at the place Sebastian had been only seconds before.

LLB

Otto held the door for Rosie as they returned to the house at 8:45. She giggled at the sight of the boys. All three Peters were asleep, scattered around the living room. Three empty bowls, stained with alfredo sauce sat on the coffee table. The contents of the diaper bag were spilled over the rug. Andy held Sebastian securely to his chest as he slept in front of table.

"Well, it looks like the boys had fun," Otto whispered.

*Bamf!*

"How did it go?" Kurt asked before stumbling to a stop, "Oh."

"Mhm," Rosie nodded, "I don't know who tired who out but that is a lot of sleeping boys in our living room."

Kurt grinned and pulled out his phone. He took a picture of the chaos before pocketing the phone and stooping to repack the diaper bag.

"I'll get us out of your hair in just a moment, Doctor und Professor Octavius." He slipped the money in Andy's hand, "Just let me pack up Seb's mess."

"It's no problem, Kurt."

Kurt smiled and carefully eased his son from Andy's arms and rest him gently against his shoulder, "I just hope he wasn't too much trouble for them."

"I don't think he was," Otto shook his head, "We'll ask them when they wake up."

Kurt nodded again and *Bamf!* he was gone.

"I heard the bamf!" Andy shot up, "Where'd he go this time!?"

"He's gone again!?"

Tom and Tobey sat up, looks of horror painted over their faces.

"Again?" Otto lift an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah," Tom looked over the back of the sofa, "Baby can teleport."

"Kurt already came and took him boys," Rosie explained, holding out her hand to Otto, "Pay up."

"Well, that certainly explains the mess," Otto pulled out his wallet.

"Oh!" Andy rolled back over, "And he started flying after he ate. The next thing we knew we had a flying, teleporting, naked baby traveling around the house and no one, not even him, could control it!"

Rosie lowered her hand and Otto put his wallet away.

"Do you think we should tell him?" He asked.

"Absolutely not." Tobey shot to his feet, "No. We had to go through this chaos with no warning than so do they."

"Well, at least we know you'll be able to handle watching this one." Rosie smiled, pointing at her belly.

All three spidermen groaned and flopped back down on the sofa.

#Spiderman #X-Men #Doc Ock #Otto/Rosie #Peter 1 #Peter 2 #Peter 3 #Kurt Wagner #Sebastian Wagner (OC Kurt's son)#Otto Octavius #Rosie Octavius #Fanfic #Spiderman AU

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docockschest · 1 year

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I headcanon Rosie and Otto would treat the actuators like children if they were more docile. Flo is the one who would nuzzle against Rosie’s chin delicately whenever she enters a room.

#otto octavius #rosie octavius #otto x rosie #doc ock #doctor octopus

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youwannaplaygames · 2 years

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Otto 100% had a bowl cut in college until he met Rosie. Rosie had the decency to convince him to grow his hair out. ROSIE: [petting Otto’s growing curls] Honestly, shame on Norman for not making you do this sooner. // NORMAN: Why are you making this my fault?! Emily, your girlfriend is mean. // EMILY: Rosie isn’t mean. Be nice, Norman. // NORMAN: You’re not gonna defend me, Otto? // OTTO: [unable to form proper sentences because a pretty person is playing with his hair] …What? // ROSIE: [to Otto] You’re much too pretty for a bowl cut. I need you to remember that. // NORMAN: [huffs] Otto, you never look at me like that. // EMILY: Yes he does. We’ve all heard you two flirt.

Norman: I, uh...gave him the bowl cut.

Rosie: You? Why?

Norman: To be fair I'd never given a haircut to someone else before...and I was drunk.

Rosie: Ah, of course.

Otto: We both were. Actually...[he blushes]...it was shortly after I'd realized I was a boy. I had these long, long braids--my parents made me keep my hair long. I'd never had short hair before and I was so scared, so I asked Norman to cut it off the way he'd done his own. We both took shots to gather the courage. After he cut my hair, we stared at me in the mirror for a long time...and then we both started cracking up.

Norman: I was apologizing profusely, because it looked so bad, but we were both laughing so hard we were lying on the bathroom floor, sobbing and getting covered in hair. We must've woken up half the dorm.

Rosie: [smiling as she tousles Otto's hair] You look very handsome now, dear...but how about let me handle the haircuts from now on.

Otto: Agreed. [kisses her]

Norman: Could you cut mine, too?

Rosie: [pats his cheek] Of course.

#i really ought to turn this into a fic #trans!otto #otto x rosie x norman #otto octavius #norman osborn #rosalie octavius #ask box

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noirlullaby · 1 year

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Drops my Ao3 works because I started updating them again.

If you like Otto Octavius and his wife, Rosie with a slapping of Aunt May, here is my collection of one-shots:

Or, alternatively, an AU in which Rosie survives the demonstration in Spider-Man 2:

And finally, a completely self indulgence collection of one-shots I just started with the ship of Stephen Strange/Wanda Maximoff/Vision: