The next day... or week you lost track of time. It was hard to do so since you couldn't see if it was night or day, Otto usually told you. But he was always working... you thought that since you two were now... together? You thought you were together anyways, well you hoped that meant that he would slow down, but it seemed to only motivate him more... You had to slow him down before he crashed and burned.
"Otto?" You called out.
"Yes my dear?" he asked, hunched over his project, his actuators clicked, unhappy with the interruption.
"I was thinking... we should probably have a day to ourselves, don't you think?"
"It's night."
"Oh, it is?" You asked.
"Yes, but I can rest later after I finish-"
"Otto, you've done so much already, spend some time with me," you asked, pulling him into a kiss.
"...Oh alright, a night wouldn't hurt. What do you want to do?"
You smiled flirtatiously and led him to the couch.
"I have some ideas."
"...This isn't what I thought when you said Monday Night Raw," Otto admitted as you snuggled up next to him, the TV that he just got... well probably stole but you didn't want to ask, was showing them WWE Monday Night Raw.
"This was what Harry and I would watch every Monday night, we still did it before... all of this."
"Wrestling? You and Harry enjoy this?" Otto asked.
"Of course we do! The stories are insane, the costumes are crazy, and it's so satisfying to watch."
"...I'm worried about you."
"Look who's talking, if you watch them it's like a dance, everything is choreographed-"
"So it's all fake?"
"Not necessarily, a lot of the moves need to be faked, or the wrestler needs to hold back otherwise everyone would be too hurt to fight. But some of the moves-" you heard a loud thump and Otto winced.
"Yeah, that one was real. I wish I could watch, they're so much fun," you say under your breath. Otto sighed.
"I'm sorry about your sight my dear." he apologized.
"There's nothing you can do about it. I'll manage. The announcers are good at narrating everything." you both watched the show, Otto enjoyed it, but he asked a lot of questions, you understood why he did, there were a lot of stories to keep track of.
"So that one is supposed to be... what did you call the bad guys?" Otto asked.
"The heels, the faces are the good guys."
"...I like the heel more."
"I do too, they're more interesting. Most of the faces are just... generic," you add, Otto nodded as they watched, when the show was over you realized Otto was asleep on your shoulder, you smiled and turned off the TV, you fell asleep next to him, maybe if you did this more with him, maybe he would forget about his insane plans, ignore the actuators, and he would work on the other projects he used to tell you about, ones that would actually do something good.
You woke up next to Otto, while he was still asleep, the actuators were not, she couldn't see them, but she could feel their negative energy, she didn't even think that robots had feelings, but these did... And they did not like her. Otto woke up and groaned.
"I needed that," he grumbled.
"Sleep?" you asked.
He nodded as he got up, he kissed you on the forehead as he went to make coffee, you got up as well and grabbed your cane, and you started walking over to the table and sat down.
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The Power You Have- Doc Ock (Alfred Molina) x AFAB Reader (y/n)
Fanfictiony/n Osborne was somewhat of a scientist herself, although she wasn't into the science that her father's best friend and her long-time crush Otto Octavius were interested in, she was more interested in nature, and animals. And when her father needs h...
