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This is why we can’t have nice things
Request I got forever ago from a friend
“I wasn’t expecting them to purchase my robotic parts for their own use.” Otto says as you sit next to him in the bleachers. There was a sizable gap between himself and a bunch for other tourists, as expected, but you can tell it hurts him a bit.
“Well, expected the unexpected.” You say handing him one of the concessions you just bought. He hummed and happily took it as the show began to start.
You’ve seen it before, having visited the park a handful of times before you met him. However, you weren’t expecting him to get complementary tickets when he sold them his robotics. But then again, as you said, expect the unexpected.
You can see him impressed by the theatrical performance by all of the actors and effects. Even if the story is a lot to take in at once, it is fun to watch.
Honestly, because he doesn’t show emotion well. The actuators thrive in that section. Acting out what he’s feeling with their movements. They watched the scene too, opening and closing with awe. One of them tried to eat someone else’s popcorn.
Then, near the apex of the story. When a huge animatronic is revealed, Otto got nervous. And then you noticed why. The pyrotechnic tech clashed with his own…
The animatronic caught on fire. Some people thought it was a part of the show, but you and Otto both know better.
Otto hastily dragged you out of the seating and to a safer spot. “Their tech for this performance is dated. They thought my work could enhance it. Which it can, but their own work will malfunction because it hasn’t been replaced!”
“So that means-“ your statement was cut off by the entire animatronic bursting into flames. Guests were evacuated and Otto carried you out of the park. Screaming could be heard, but your safety was far more important to him than what others thought of him.
“My hero.” He snorts at your statement and shakes his head, “What a disaster. I won’t hear the end of it tomorrow with the amount of lawyers they’ll send my way.”
“That’s a tomorrow problem. Besides, it was their tech that malfunctioned, not your own.”
“… maybe you’re right.”
“Maybe I am.”
#otto x reader#doc ock#doc ock x reader#otto octavius x reader#otto octavius#doctor octopus x reader#doctor octopus#drabbles#fanfic#fanfiction
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What a drag… Queen.
Putting Robert in drag
“I look-“ he was unable to form words, so you spoke on his behalf, “Hot!” He glared at you, but the redness in his cheeks gave away his true feelings.
You admire him in the mirror, with the padding you put on his hips and chest, it gives him a redefined look. Honestly, you find yourself gazing at his figure, even though you’re the reason why it’s there in the first place.
“You remember what you have to do, right?” You rested your head on his thick arm. He nodded, “Sing a Sinatra song and be… pretty.”You smile and slide on a tux, and you know he’s essentially burning a hole through your back with his stare. He’d rather be wearing one and standing right next to you, chatting amongst colleagues and investors.
But a bet is a bet, sadly. You bested him and this was the price. Putting him in a skilled slip job and tailoring the finest of feminine clothing. He knows he’ll be mocked, but he knows you well. Even if the gig is up, you always have another trick under your sleeve. One last gimmick
He looks in the mirror one last time. You did a flawless job, he should have you as a makeup artist… but he knows his stars would be after you if that were the case. His hair extensions are the selling piece, he looks like a model more than a drag queen.
“Ready?” You ask, holding out your hand. He hesitantly nods, taking your hand as you lead him out of the room and into the party.
It was just the crew, nothing more nothing less. The most dedicated and passionate group he could ever meet. They all raised their glasses and clapped.
You handed him the microphone and signaled the music to play. You can see him slacken as he starts to sing That’s Life.
Like always, his voice is beautiful. You’ve only heard it a he handful of times and you feel like you’ve fallen in love again every single time you hear his voice.
You sway with the music and he catches it, always looking to you as a source of comfort. The song soon concludes and the regular music picks up again.
He joins your side relatively fast, only having speak to a handful of people before being able to get you. By then, you were already holding a full glass of champagne for him.
He didn’t drain it like you anticipated, it seems he’s been comfortable in his own skin since the start of your relationship. So, you were quick to congratulate him, “You did amazing, I love hearing your voice.”
He parts the long hair in his face and sips the champagne. Even in his golden age, he still need the liquid courage after all. “Thank you,” he said after clearing his throat.
You held out your hand again, “May I have this dance?” He smiled and took you hand. It felt nice, being the one in charge. Robert is probably a bit too timid considering his current attire, so it’s a good change of pace for him to follow your lead for once.
You spin him, dip him while all his colleagues watch. Shocked that their boss has the current demeanor of a confident damsel.
After the dancing, came the dining. You can see him get comfortable in his own skin and even accept the compliments about his current appearance. Which he’s very hot and pretty in your eyes. He always is.
He even stated to enjoy it. Even batting his eyes when you attempted to flirt with him. Now he’s back at your apartment, standing in from of you. Waiting for the next steps.
“Being in drag was the fun part.”
“I suppose.” His response were blunt, his patience getting things.
“Now the real challenge is getting you out of drag.”
Oh boy. He was in for the long haul with this one… but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
(I’m slightly, unnerved by the fact that Alfred plays some historical figures and real life people in general. He looks so good, but something in my mind just doesn’t sit well with it. I kinda see it as the Hamilton fandom shipping historical figures with each other.)
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Doc ock visiting a doctor
He hasn’t been to one in years. For good reason too. Last time he was there, a team of doctors that joked about his dismay attempted to cut off his metal appendages.
It took some convincing on everyone’s part: Norman, Harry, and even Peter. He needed to go, not for just a checkup, but an analysis on his spine and skin.
They offered to come with him, they had done their dues and gone to one on their own times. They’re distrusting of regular doctors too, some of them are unsure or too confident. They’re either afraid of the process or too confident to use it at all.
However, his newfound family has reassured him that there’s now a doctor that specialized into scientific accidents. How such a thing came to be, he’s not so sure. But the world is ever changing, he supposed.
According to Norman, the doctor assigned to him is also his own. A trusted professional that spent years of study, even being the Osborn’s personal doctor before the messes started to happen.
So, now he sits in a waiting room. He wasn’t one to be nervous, but his foot is tapping and the actuators are worming around the small room. Granted, this office is tucked away, it’s a smaller floor in Oscorp’s one of many buildings.
There wasn’t anyone else in the room, but he can’t help but feeling that the empty space in the room is judging him. Mocking his every move, warning him that he could be trapped just like he was before.
The door separating the lobby from the office opens. “Otto Octavius?” His head goes up to the name, like a deer in headlights he looks at he doctor.
You’re calm, patient with him. So he’s a bit nervous when walking over to you, however, the only way to know is how his actuators are acting.
You do the general checkup on him: height, weight, etc. without really saying a word, it was obvious that the former doctor was nervous, you’d rather not spook him. So you moved slowly.
The X-Ray was also calm. He fully expected to see your expression worsen when you saw how warped his spine is. It was a little funny, his nasal laugh brought you out of your panic.
That’s when he started to talk to you, “I know my weight isn’t flattering, but I swear to you, it’s all adamatium.” You shake your head, the traces of a smile show on your face, “Well, you’d be perfectly healthy for your age. Save for your metalic friends over here.”
Otto nodded, it’s to be expected, Rosie really cleaned him up after college. He started to develop healthy habits for the longest time and still do them in her absence.
However, you know you frightened him when you said, “I can get those off you. If you’d like.” He went stiff, which was what you expected.. but the why is the matter to you.
You had to wrack your brain for a moment, but you made sure to wait for his answer while you tried to find then source of the issue.
You vaguely remember seeing a hospital being designed by a patient, along with the public announcement of a bunch of doctors found dead. You can only assume that they took this situation unprofessionally… it’s disappointing seeing how many doctors on their high horses.
“Do you have a process?” Otto asked, his expression unreadable. The actuators fully trained on you. “I’m glad you asked,” you clasp your hands, “Vibrainium magnetized saw. It’s quick and painless I can either remove each tentacle at their bases, so the waistband remains.”
You take a deep breath before introducing the alternative “Or I can remove the needles in your back with open surgery on your back, which is a little more complicated, so you would be sedated for a few hours.”
Otto was speechless, blinking rapidly. Which made you reassure him, “We’re going at your own pace here, don’t worry about making a decision. Just know that you are in good hands.”
“No,” he glances at his failed project, “I want to.” You smile, “What way would you like them removed?”
..
When Otto returned to the lobby, Norman was there, sitting cross-legged on a sofa. “How was it?”
“Hopeful.” He says, his thumb resting on the card detailing his next visit.
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really? another album? didn't she just make one??
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Alien! Steven Arden
He always has that thousands yard stare. As much as he is a passionate professor, it always looks like his head is in the clouds… more like under someone’s legs..
He’s fidgety when near a lot of people, and his eyes always cast downward. Maintaining eye contact with him is very difficult. He for some reason won’t look at you properly.
When he’s near someone he likes, he’s always painfully hard. The alien hormones don’t let him an go so easily. The constant sweating and blown out pupils don’t help either.
He finds it hard to be human, and there that constant fear in the back of his mind that he could’ve been found out so easily. He’s not taking his mission very well.
You’ve always chalked it up to awkwardness, he probably hasn’t been with anyone yet. He’s quirky, cute.
His shaky flirting is cute as well, pickup lines fall flat on their face and he’s already blushing like mad. You think he’s embarrassed when he’s actually forcing down any primal urge to just rail you on the diner table.
There are occasions where you faintly notice his eyes go from taut soft brown to a green and red. He’s fighting the alien’s influence, and then you start to have your suspicions. Which is also when your relationship grows stronger with him.
You can feel his body heat up a lot more when you sit near, he shifts a lot in his seat. Not only hiding his hardness, but you notice him forcing something down within him. 🤨
Cute man, dark secret. That was what you were quick to find out. He acts all cute and professional in his waking hours…
Then there are times where you feel eyes on you when you’re at the same place of work, Harvard is a big place… sometimes you swear you see Steven watching you from afar.
Even in places you’d never catch him dead in. He’s always not far. He plays it off, but you always see a darker undertone seeing him in public. He’s almost like a predator with the dark gaze he gives you when he thinks you don’t see him.
So when it finally homes to when you invited him to your place after the date. He’s shaking even more, his voice is strained.
And the moment you’re both naked…. You find the truth. Tentacles emerge form his back and his nails grow sharper.
Gone is the soft man you know, now is the man who finally completed his mission. He’s rough, not even choosing pleasure, rather purpose.
However, you find that his human features still dominate those as an alien. His physical body doesn’t change much, save for a few parts (wink)
It seems that there is humanity in this alien, after all. However, you can see some alien parts breaking through…. Still, you see that he’s grown fond of his human body. His human life now that his mission is complete.
That meaning, you stick with him. Since he still sees you as a compatible mate, it allows him to grow for intimacy while still achieving his mission.
I’ll turn this into a fic later on, I just wanted to get some thoughts down. Probably will be a reference for later.
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This is what an evil boop looks like.
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Fuck it. Yandere Maxim
When he permanently lost Veronica to Balthazar, something inside him just snapped. A thousand years worth of magical battles and losing to the same person can make you lose it.
It’s not like Balthazar attempted to fix his broken relationship with any of the ancient apprentices. It’s almost like rubbing in a victory, expect multiply it by every single year Maxim lost. Long story short, he’s in a permanently foul mood.
He’s heavily affected by his past failures and refuses to grow from it, as mentioned before. So when someone catches his eye, they’re better off either dropping off the face of the earth or..there’s no alternative, whoever is the sudden target of his infatuation, they’re fucked.
So, if you are the target of his sudden descent into true madness, you’ll notice eyes on you. Like normal, you’ll be unable to see the source. Maybe if you’re perceptive, you can see the faintest baby blue glow from across the street. It’s always some form of jewelry, but you could never figure why it glows so much; noticeably bright for that matter.
If you work at some sort of food service job or coffee shop, you’ll notice that one of your regulars lack their personality that you’ve known for a long time. Then they leave, and re-enter with their normal personality, and different clothes for that matter.
I would say this could go on for a week at least, a month at most. Maxim’s patience has long since run very thin. He’s already played the waiting game with Veronica and lost, he’s not about to do that again.
However, he is dramatic. So, he’s going to come after you in the cliche New York evenings when you’re walking home by yourself. The only indication that he’s nearing was the strength of the wind increasing.
Then it suddenly stops, and you feel cool metal tap again the back of your head.. and then you fall forward, losing consciousness.
As for being in his captivity, scream, beg, cry; nothing works for home. He’s been in the magical side of every single war that took place within the past thousand years. Screaming bloody murder won’t do anything. It’ll just piss him off and then you find that you’re unable to open your mouth.
The location he brings you can only be accessed with magic. It’s a nice abode, but you’ll never see the light of day. That meaning, you also lose track of time very easily. Each room you enter is always lit the same, by some electric chandelier. The dim lighting starts to get to you after a while.
Behaving and playing the part that he wanted Veronica to play can surely help you out. Granted, he’ll never be as doting as he would in the past, but the shadows of his selfless kindness start to show.
If you happened to know another sorcerer, then that would really piss him off. The only sorcerers that are able to stop him are the people who beat him in the first place. So any sorcerer that isn’t them will meet a brutal fate. He’ll have some part of them on display as if it’s some sort of art piece.
If you are friends with the stronger sorcerers, then you better stay with them as long as you live (or unless his interest for you fades) because he will be biding his time to capture you.
If you yourself know magic, he’ll be some sort of strict master to you. You don’t know what his intentions are for you, but it certainly helps pass the time.
You never really deal with his mood changing that much, he’s still the closed off sorcerer who’s lost so many times that he’s bitter for eternity.
When worse comes to worse, he will use you without consent, but I think he’s too upset with his past to be sexually interested or frustrated for that matter.
If his infatuation gets the best of him, he will be affectionate. I imagine this will be a lot later down the line should you choose to submit to him. He’ll gradually become more comfortable with showing such affections. He doesn’t want another Veronica case, so for a long ass time you’re just kidnapped with an emotionally distant man who just admires you like a work of art.
If you somehow escape (his magical house doesn’t have any exists and is far bigger than a labyrinth) he’ll be at wits end to find you. No matter how many people stand in front of you, their bodies will soon lay lidless on the floor.
He does love you to some extent, it’s just scary. He’s almost like a cursed porcelain pot. Pretty and nice to look at until broken, then the shard will cut you.
First yandere headcannon, shit got wild.
#fanfiction#headcannons#fanfic#maxim horvath x reader#maxim horvath#Yandere Maxim horvath#yandere Maxim horvath x reader
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Telling myself this every day here's a meme
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Tumblr Code.
#holy fuck#wasn’t expecting this one to be here#memes#meme#I think I need to have a heritage tag#I’m an ancient tumblr ghost#I know about tumblr but I didn’t make an account until 2020
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Vacationing with Otto!!
Considering I’m in a warmer part of the world and a vacation spot for some time, I figured I could take advantage of that.
The man is focused on making his dream a reality that he hasn’t taken a single day for himself..(Or you for that matter, but you knew that. He came with that baggage when you married him)
So, as per usual, you pull him away on his spinny chair, until he laughs and stands up.
“Alright! Alright! I’m done!”
He laughs even harder when you drag him up the stairs. In his mind, he can only assume that you’re up to something. (He knew all too well that you’ve had a trick up your sleeve, it’s how he came to fall in love with you into the first place)
You haven’t traveled since your honeymoon, so this is long overdue. You expected him to be confused when you put his suitcase on the bed.
You inform him that he’s going on vacation and then pack for him. As brilliant as he is, packing is somehow a struggle for him.
He’s always forgetting something at work and you remember that he forgot a bunch of hygiene products on your honeymoon.
“Where are we going?”
“…… a surprise.”
So you remain silent until you both get to the JFK airport.
However, he starts to put things together when you hand him his passport…. And when he sees the gate.
“We’re going to Italy?!”
You can see the excitement on his face, he’s always wanted to go, but was absorbed by his work.
He takes photos of literally everything. He even does the silly leaning tower of Pisa poses that every other tourist does.
He loves art, and anything around it. That meaning, you go to as many museums there as possible. Not to mention that he urges to find an area dedicated to da Vinci.
He loves the work of da Vinci, it’s crazy. He would tell you everything behind his note books and artwork. He’s basically a walking biography of da Vinci.
You normally have to check if he’s not over exerting himself because of his negelence drink water.
You end up having to pin him to the bed, straddling his stomach and chest in order to make him drink water. It’s only after work when you realize how compromising the position you’re in.
(Otto definitely takes advantage of that^)
He’s an excited tourist, and you love it so much. Honestly he might extend the stay and drag you all over Italy. Be prepared for your legs to hurt.
When you get back, he prints a bunch of photos and makes an album.
He then talks about vacations for the future. He’s thinking about going to France.
Doc Ock
Considering that he’s a wanted criminal, he can’t travel that much. You have no idea what to do.
A walk in Central Park is more a date, and you’ve both done it hundreds of times. Not to mention, having your Otto from the actuators are sparse.
There was only once where you had an entire day with Otto to yourself.
The actuators got shocked, rendering them docile for an undetermined amount of time.
You took that to your advantage and drove him upstate to a small touristy town. You ended up camping, because you know too well that no hotel in New York would house a super villain. (A very hot one, but you digress)
You take him to a secluded beach, and buy him supplies. (And clean him cause he’s like a swamp rat with a wrench)
He stays away from the water, the actuators collecting the nearby seashells.
You done end up going in the water either, you just read under the umbrella with a book in hand.
Otto starts to make smug comments about your surroundings, and is a tad flirty as well. The influence of the arms turned him into a different person.
He was always confident, but he submitted to those in power to him. His pride is his work is to be expected, but it soared. Now you’re with a very sassy Otto. Honestly, you don’t mind the change…. You seeing him shirtless all the time is a plus.
However, it seems that thing never change. He didn’t put on sunscreen. So now you’re applying aloe on his front and back as he seethes in pain.
His revenge? Throwing you in the water.
Oh, it’s ON
He knew full well he can’t escape your fury, so he waded in the water and had a splash fight with you. Obviously with the reassurance that the arms are unaffected by it… which now freed yourself from holding back.
You can see him drop the act of his supervillain attitude a few times when your smile shines through his darkest of clouds.
Building sandcastles together.
It’s so funny seeing him work with a sunburn. The actuators gets so confused about it.
Reformed Otto
Since he’s staying away from nuclear science and sticking to robotics (with very much reduced hours in the lab) he can’t help but want a change of scenery.
He’s been so busy all his life, and here you were at his side. Patient, maybe twiddling your thumbs when you got antsy.
So something planned by him is long overdue…. Decades overdue.
He can’t travel far, due to the crushing weight of the actuators. He can’t even stand for long before the muscles in his back scream for him to stop.
So.. he sought out an old friend of his. Wanting to make up for all the times he’s scared the life out of you, or worse, threatened it so carelessly.
He knew it would be complicated, the life and science behind a supervillain that was made by their own mistakes always is. Norman’s reformation was a huge example. The road to recovery will be a long one.
He wanted it to be a surprise. So he told you he was going to a conference. In reality, he was getting his actuators removed.
You knew how long those conferences can last, because science isn’t the only thing that they talk about. They often discuss the ways to get out of the public eye and get a semblance of the life they had before.
This time, however, Otto wouldn’t have to worry about straining his back after today…
So when he came home, you were shocked and nearly shed tears at the sight of your Otto without his actuators.
He then mimicked what you did all those years ago by tossing your suitcase in your shared bed.
He helps you pack. It’s been so long that you almost forgot how to.
Now because of his past crimes, traveling is still relatively limited, but at least you’re not sneaking him anywhere.
So probably a theme park or museum, you haven’t done either since.. you can’t remember when.
He’d buy all the novelty items, money isn’t an issue considering his job is just as important in Oscorp (just a different department)
Honestly he looks like a vacation dad, but you both find it funny. He’s got the Hawaiian shirt and Khakis and you love him for it.
He still takes a lot of photos and makes albums when the traveling is over. He loves being able to access all those mementos.
That meaning, he starts to plan for your next adventure with him.
He loves you so much, and he finally gets that chance to spoil you.
#the nerd’s headcannons#headcannons#fanfic#fanfiction#doc ock#doc ock x reader#otto octavius x reader#Otto Octavius#doctor octopus#doctor octopus x reader
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When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-
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bee girl gets you addicted to her pollen which definitely isn't an aphrodisiac :3
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"AO3 doesn't need a "dislike" button"
Um, actually, it already has one. Depending on your specs, it might look a little different but over all it looks kinda like this:
You can find it at the corner of your screen, which corner is dependent on your layout.
Anyway, if you dislike a fic, you can hit this Dislike Button until the fic goes away. It really is pretty amazing actually.
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Dating post NWH Otto
Been wanting to do a hc collection of Otto related stuff if you’ve seen my previous headcanons. But they’re really not HCs as they are more story oriented. :p
First of all, dating him appeared to be off the table. In his mind at a least… Even thought he was no longer seen as an enemy of the public, there is so much suspicion that he’s still evil. Like all reformed criminals are.
Not to mention that since he’s a supervillain, he doesn’t get privacy from the daily bugle. Not to mention finding a job that’s willing to hire him. The robotic arms welded to his back and his criminal record is enough evidence of what his previous experiments did to him.
He can only work for Oscorp which also has a reputation of cranking out scientific orientated supervillains. He’s making a living, but the judgement of others becomes more prominent.
It’s hard to tell at some point. Which is harder? Reforming and reconvening into society or fighting off the actuators and Spider-Man at the same time.
He’s pitied by the public eye or alienated entirely. Nobody takes him seriously, even if he’s never killed a person, nor attempted to. He only wanted to finish his work under the influence of his own work.
Then along came you with a company merger when Oscorp was bought by a larger company.
You never interacted with him, you were in a different department and were far too busy to talk to any of the newer Oscorp employees, which includes a lot of the supervillains.
It’s not like you wanted to talk to them. They’re still people, not zoo animals like your colleagues assume they are. So the best way of showing respect in your eyes is to give them the space they needed. If they want to talk to you, then they’d find you.
However, neither of you expected to meet outside of work.
Of all places you’d meet…. a public library. Informal, tired, and bags under your eyes. It’s almost like a college love story, while one partner sacrifices their grades in order to help another graduate with honors.
He was holding a book by Neil deGrasse Tyson and you were holding a three pines book. (Honestly, you though he was Armand with the level of exhaustion you had)
You just stared at each other, Otto even dropped his book. He apologized and then you commented on the book.
So now you’re both sitting in a lounge talking about the type of books you had. Which buds into conversation.
There’s almost a relief in his eyes that you were holding a normal conversation, as if he’s a normal person. He felt seen and purely human only for a moment.
So it’s natural for him to gravitate to you. AKA you see him near your office during work. Whether he needed something, he’d get it from your side of the building just to see you.
You’ve caught him gazing at you from your door window. For a man with four additional arms and eyes, he seemed pretty blind sighted by you and would walk into a water cooler.
So he also starts messaging you via faxes or other mundane office supplies. You’re shocked that he’s using them to lure you into his clutches.
One fax you got was just his phone number. Like that’s anything subtle. Smooth one, Otto. There was also one just asking you out for dinner… you faxed him back.
“Ask me in person and then we’ll talk.” He read aloud. The fact that you’re going to play his silly games is promising on his end. The last person he’s done that to was.. well.. it’s best not to bring up the past… for now.
So when you have him ducking under your door to get in your office with a paper rose (that he folded himself) he’s nervous, and the actuators are giving that away very well. Other than that, he’s very good at hiding emotions.
And now you find yourself sitting across from him at a nice restaurant.
Now that the professionalism line has completely evaporated, you both open up. Otto seems to loosen quite a bit the longer you two were talking.
You ended up closing down the place, and the wait staff were kind enough to remind you that they need to leave.
Then, he ended up spending the night with you. Not wanting to part with you. And you are you to deny that. He intrigues you as you do him.
Then one thing led to another and now you both are sitting on the couch, sharing a bottle of wine.
He trusts you with information that no other human being could have ever known.
Of course he tells you about Rosie. He hesitated at first, but you were quick to reassure him that he could. It was therapeutic almost. To hear about the previous light in his life.
“Oh, you’d love her. She thinks outside of the box. And she always had riddles to tell, never the same ones. She was so smart.”
He’s more vulnerable around you! He trusts you with his life, even though he’s probably protect you more than you can him.
That being, you both move into an apartment and now you’re with him almost every waking moment.
His actuators do a lot of work for him that he doesn’t like doing. The menial tasks that are just awful to him.
He carries you to rooftops to get a view of New York or any other surprise date he’d come up with.
The actuators wrap around you to show his subconscious form of admiration. Sometimes the actuator claws would clamp on your body as a form of kisses or long hugs.
He loves to cook. He knows recipes and often makes the same dinners that Rosie would make him.
You know that woman is happy to see that he’s moved on, the shadows of his past are able to be forgiven.
You also pet his actuators and sometimes use them as an extension to his hands, so you hold hands with his actuators.
He also uses the arms to pick you up for a proper kiss. He’s super affectionate if you haven’t picked that up already.
He loves to read books to you. Sitting on his lap, snuggled up against him as he reads TS Eliot.
You wear his glasses sometimes, you have no idea how he can see. He’s blind pretty much.
He’s wearing his heart on his sleeve around you, and he loves with all his being.
Treat him nicely, he’s already lost someone before and he’ll go to wits end to make sure that doesn’t happen again.
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