Doctor Octopus x Reader - Hello, (Y/N).

"Yes-I am thirsty."

It was the weekend, so there wasn't much keeping me occupied after meeting Dr. Octavius. The conversation ran through my head several times. Eventually I got my drink, but I shivered as I drank it. It was a mix of nervousness and excitement. I was giddy all over.

After a few hours of wandering around I caught a glimpse of Spider-Man saving someone. I was jealous of his power. If I could swing around with super strength I could pull anyone I want. Part of me imagined saving Otto while effortlessly carrying him bridal style. I shook the thought away. God, this is so frustrating. The intense feelings overwhelmed me, I had a love-hate relationship with them. I joined a group of bystanders watching Spider-Man do his shtick when it came to entertaining the public. The 'friendly neighborhood Spider-Man' thing.

I sighed as he shouted "I love you" repeatedly to the crowd. I'd like him more if I could sleep at night. Another thought intruded my mind. I imagined Otto and I listening to the rain to help us sleep. Perhaps sitting together on the couch or something.

Fuck. I scolded myself repeatedly.

It was evening, the snow starting to fall once more. I entered my apartment as the door creaked. It wasn't the best apartment. Working as a cashier at a McDonald's didn't help. I shouldn't mention that to Octavius. That'd be embarrassing. It had to do for the time being.

I slumped onto my bed, not even bothering to switch into pajamas or similar sleepwear. I heard a crashing sound outside of my window. "God damn it." I mumbled. I wanted to look, but fear and irritation held me back. I sat up to look at my window. Thin curtains blurred a clear view of what was happening. What was clear was the flashing of police lights illuminating my room.

A raspy and shrieking voice taunted Spider-Man outside. "You Jordans are fake as fuck, Spider-Man!" Flashes of green and orange lights soon followed.

I groaned before laying back down. I had heard and seen weirder things.

One example occurred about a month ago. I was about to fall asleep when suddenly someone was thrown through my window. He had a weird red costume with little horns on it. All he did was look in my direction, smiled, and promptly left.

I covered my ears with my pillow, not even bothering to put a blanket over myself. I had to wait for the noise to end before I could sleep. A couple of thuds were heard through my wall, but I paid no mind to it. If I were Spider-Man I would be a lot more considerate for the people of New York.

It was quiet enough the next morning. The usual ambiance of cars and birds were the only things I heard. Something struck me, a weird feeling I've never experienced.

I was thirsty. But not in a normal way. I felt like I trudged through the desert for hours. Running to my kitchen, I immediately turned on the faucet. Chugging a glass of water, the feeling only mildly subsided. Then it hit me.

"I'm down bad."

I rubbed my palms on my face. I glanced at the empty water glass. A couple of drops were still there. They were always there no matter how much you shake the cup to drink them. A trance fell over me. Otto's appearance the other day was his usual. A turtleneck and dress pants. He looked like an absolute nerd. My knees felt weak as soon as I started to think too much about him. "Get a hold of yourself." I grumbled.

I took a deep breath. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to hold hands?

I threw my hands up dramatically. "I just met this guy! I don't even know his favorite color!"

Something in me wanted to go to the café just to hopefully see him again. It felt weird. Was that too much? Too fast?

"Fuck it." I thought aloud.

It was slightly chillier today, so I couldn't wear anything too scandalous, as much as I wanted to. I smirked to myself thinking about how flustered he might get if I did. A feeling of mischief arose in me, but perhaps I can act on it later. That is, if Otto and I ever got to that point.

What if he isn't there this time? Oh God, what if he is?!

I put an overcoat over a turtleneck I wore. Mimicry is the best form of flattery as they say. I remembered how my ears felt yesterday. I surely can't have them fall off just for the sake of fashion. So, I took my fluffy SpongeBob™ earmuffs out of my wardrobe drawer. I need these ears intact. How else will I hear that sweet voice of his?

I'd listen to him ramble about physics for hours.

I tried not to get too hopeful. He might not even show up ever again. Oh well, I had to try.

The door creaked again when I exited. "When will they fix this damn door?!" I yelled. The floor boards squeaked under my footsteps as I walked. I could hear the shows people were watching through their janky apartment doors. I'd hear arguments on occasion, but my neighbors never came out to complain about hallway noise. If I could ever invite Octavius over, I probably wouldn't.

I started to lightly jog once I got to the ground floor. Figured the miniscule amount of exercise was enough to keep my body warm for the outside temperature. My hands shook as I reached for the handle. I'm going to find that octopus man, no matter what.