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Being in relationships with Otto Octavius/Doc Ock headcanons.
📖 Otto Octavius
He is the softest man. Honestly, Otto is literally the human equivalent of a marshmallow.
He can be serious and even stern sometimes, especially at work. But one soft look from you and a smile aimed at him, and he's nothing more than a putty in your hands.
He will absolutely shower you with compliments, kisses, touches, and small and meaningful gifts.
He’s a generous man, be it in the field of affection or gifts. He will never hide from showing his love, both in public and in private.
But if you’re not comfortable with PDA, he’ll be understanding. He would hate to make you uncomfortable in any way, so he’s honestly content with just holding your hand. Anything is alright with him.
As much as he loves you and puts you first, he’s a man of science and his work is very important to him, so occasionally he can be late or even not come home for a few days.
But he will always make it up to you.
Lots of extremely romantic dates. He’s a scientist and proud of his mostly practical mind, but boy is he a huge sap!
And if you organize a date, especially if you buy him something and give him flowers, add a flirty comment or two, and he’s a mess.
He’s almost embarrassed about how hard he blushes from such a simple act, especially at his age, but your kiss can help with that.
Speaking of his age, if there’s an age gap between you, he might feel self-conscious sometimes. But he’s not one to dwell on misery and self destruction. If you say you don’t care about any of this and you love him just the way he is, he’s alright with it, too.
He trusts you.
And because of that, he’s not that jealous if he sees someone flirting with you or just paying you attention. He knows you can handle yourself and is sure of your love.
The only reason he would interfere in the scene is if the person made you uncomfortable.
He is protective a bit, but all in a good way.
If someone disrespects you in any way (even if it’s a member of your family), he will be sure to put the person in their place. calmly and without any hesitation, but with such dominance that it leaves no room (and no desire for that person) for arguments.
He is the best at comforting. He’d make hot chocolate or any beverage of your liking that makes you feel warm, put on your favorite TV show/movie/programm, pull over a weighted blanket, and cuddle you until you feel better. All while giving you kisses and rubbing your arms or back.
If you needed comfort in public, he would lock you in his embrace, practically shielding you from the world. He would make you laugh with light teasing, playful flirting, and funny anecdotes.
Otto would support anything you do, say, or even think. He genuinely enjoys listening to you and all of your ideas and thoughts about all kinds of matters.
And watching you create something… It’s just as marvelous as when you watch him do his things.
Even if you think your work didn’t turn out that well, he’ll honestly think this is a masterpiece.
(If you craft something, he will secretly steal one of your works to put it in his office, along with your photo. It never fails to brighten up his mood, especially so when he’s stuck with something or too tired).
He is a passionate man and loves his work very hard (but not more than you, of course). So he sometimes gets so caught up in it that he forgets to take care of himself.You have to remind him to eat and get enough sleep.
All in all, it's a very healthy relationship when both of you respect each other and love endlessly.
You would be a sickeningly sweet couple!
🐙 Doc Ock
He is a bastard.
He'll flirt and sass his way into anything (and trouble as well), and that’s how he wormed his way into your heart. And into your panties…
This man has no rest whatsoever and won’t let you have it either.
He’s just as dedicated to the work as before, if not more so now.
But he will still always find time for you.
Which means breaking into your house in the middle of the night, giving you no rest before work/classes.
You've ended up late more times than you’re willing to admit, but Doc always tells you not to worry about it. If you struggle with money, he’ll get some. Anything so you'd be happy.
(You had to talk him out of it more times than you’d like, honestly.)
So. Much. Confidence. He’s the definition of this word.
He’s so confident he doesn’t get jealous. He doesn't think you would ever look at someone else when you have him (it’s more because of his ego than his trust in you).
But if some poor idiot chooses to flirt with you in his presence?
His protective side turns possessive, and things go south pretty quickly.
He won’t hesitate and definitely won’t regret punching and strangling this person. Just to teach them a lesson.
You’re his, in every way.
But even if he can be possessive and even slightly aggressive sometimes, he has a strict rule with his tentacles: you’re out of harm's way. You’re untouchable.
He would never forgive himself if he hurt you in any way. Feelings count as well.
He’s so in love with you and so grateful that you stuck with him, even when he’s a monster. He’ll literally kill anyone for you. And if you’re against it, he will settle for pampering you in any way he can.
His life as a criminal doesn’t let you two have public dates as you would before, but you can still have cute home dates.
And it almost always leads to some steamy activity ;)
He’s even less concerned with taking care of himself now, forgetting all about the rest, food, and even showering sometimes.
He would hate it if you babyed him, so you have to find a way for him to accept your care.
Once everything is settled, Otto will officially "introduce" you to his children. At first, you were hesitant to accept them into your life, but with time, you kind of started to like them. (Especially the way they spiced up your personal life.)
He absolutely will manhandle you from time to time, even "kidnapping" you from your work/classes only to drag you on a date.
You’d complain a little and roll your eyes, but his knowing and cocky smirk makes you melt every time without fail.
Spider-man would try to "save" you a couple of times, but when he learns that you’re not a victim of kidnapping, but very much a supervillain's significant other, he’s confused. But he just let you two be.
(Not without a promise from you that if anything happens, you will call for him. It offends Ock, and you have to get him away from the bug-man before he starts to throw fists again)
You know that he would never hurt you. They will never hurt you.
Since the accident, his temper has shortened and he can get angry pretty quickly. If he snaps at you for some reason, he will apologize for his outburst after he cools down and reasons with his children.
(And always make it up to you)
His back and head are in constant pain, as are his eyes. So since he can’t really go shopping, you’re the one who buys the medications (and makes him take them when the pain is unbearable).
He would probably learn how to sew at some point, just to create more clothes that would feel comfortable with his extra limbs.
The actuators are kind of your children now too. They let you pet them and even talk to you, mostly through Doc (but you found a way to understand their chirping and clicking).
They are really great helpers. You even learn their names and try to call them by them so they feel included in your life.
It’s not an ordinary family, and Doc is far from an ordinary man, but it’s the best one you could have asked for.
Only hours later, the doctor awakes from a terrible accident of his own making... His life has changed for ever, and not for the better. Transmogrified by the explosion and you nowhere to be found... How will he carry on?
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Tags: Canon divergence, slow burn
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The doctor awakes with a pounding headache. When he opens his eyes... things aren't much better. The world is spinning at a sickening speed and he can hardly see a thing.
Voices buzz all around him, and... He could swear there are hands on his body.
He scrambles to feet in fear, nearly falling back over as he gets up way too fast, "Get off me!", his mechanical arms lash out, snapping and biting as he stumbles back.
If he could just get a moment to collect himself...
But it would seem the voices around him have no such intent.
"Woah! Hey, easy there pal!", one of the several paramedics exclaims.
"Sir, just stay calm... We're going to get you to a doctor, can you walk?", another says.
"Jesus... Get another stretcher up here, will ya? These things are fused to the poor bastard's body", yet another radios out from behind him.
Otto braces his forehead with the heel of his palm, screwing his eyes shut. He doesn't answer immediately, he needs time to think... When next he opens his eyes, the world is perfectly still and far too bright.
A ring of people stand around him, half reaching out to him like one would a scared, wild animal, the rest keeping back like frightened children. The doctor widens his view. Look at all this carnage... What happened here?
Suddenly, he whips around, remembering, "My machine! Wher-?"
The frightened paramedics move aside, revealing a broken down ruin of what once was. He wants to be angry and, for a moment, he is, but it only takes one step forward... One crunch of glass beneath his shoe... For it all to come flooding back.
Otto's eyes go out of focus, pulling him somewhere deep into his mind... He remembers the sun getting out of control. The magnetic field destroying the surroundings. The fight with Spiderman. And... You.
Oh, God...
There by the wall, the concrete is stained red with blood, yet there is no body. The doctor whips around to the group, mechanical arms lashing in the air, "There was a woman here during the... The accident. Where is she!"
"Everyone has been taken for medical treatment or sent home, Dr Octavius. If you'd just c-"
"No! I'm not going with you damn it, I need to find-! Forget it...", panicked and frantic, the doctor scouts out an exit. You know... These actuators can do more the just tweak sensitive instruments. A lot more.
All he can see is that gaping whole in the window pane...
And without a second thought... He's gone.
The doctor searches every nearby hospital and emergency center within a reasonable radius. Nothing... Either you're not there or, and what's more likely, they won't tell him the truth if you are or not.
And why should they? Look at himself...
Causing havoc and destruction in the streets... And that's after he nearly destroyed a whole city block with his failed invention... Besides. Look at him.
The doctor catches his reflection in the glass of just one of many skyscrapers. He looks terrible... Covered in little scrapes and burns. His undershirt shredded from the electrical damage. And these arms...
His skin is practically melted into glue, fused together with the metal spine of his harness.
He's turned himself into a monster.
Sirens wail off in the distance. They must be looking for him... And Spiderman surely won't be far behind. No. He needs to get out of here. Regroup. Rethink.
There's only one place he can think to go...
It's not exactly possible to "sneak" around a place like New York in his current condition but, as carefully as he can, he makes his way to the tiny balcony of a tall apartment. This is where you live... He knows it well.
Well enough to know that, despite his numerous protests, you always leave your sliding doors unlocked.
The doctor wastes no time letting himself in. His mechanical arms clank and clatter against the glass and doorframe. Strange... He could almost swear he felt it, as though he hit his own flesh and blood. The lights are all turned off. No sign of you.
He clicks on the nearest one and recoils a little at the burst of light.
Your apartment is just as much of a contained mess as it usually is. You always swear you're going to clean it, although it never really bothers him... He finds it somewhat charming, just a reminder that we're all human. After all, his own home admittedly looks far worse.
"...Hello?"
No answer, but worth a shot. The doctor's heart clenches in his chest. What if he really did kill you? What if he never sees you again? What if he never finds out...
Gah! No, he can't get too caught up in thoughts like that... Besides, this light is killing him. He has to keep going.
Otto makes his way through the darkness, away from your common room to the bedroom. He too has a small collection of items here at your place. Considering he can't go home... This is about the only place he can get some proper clothes from.
He makes sure to treat your items gently, carefully searching your closet and the drawer his things have taken over. First things first... Ever since the accident, his eyes have been sensitive as hell...
Ah, here we go.
These sunglasses were a gift from you. Something of an odd choice considering it's late winter, but still, he appreciates that you think of him. He flicks them open and puts them on before looking for a garment.
The first thing he sees is his old leather trench coat. He doesn't wear it anymore, so he gave it to you for whatever you want. Considering the size, he wasn't surprised to hear you tell him about what a wonderful blanket it makes.
While it's not his first choice, he's unable to find any proper shirts...
The doctor looks down at his barely clad torso. His undershirt is fried to shreds. He wonders... Can he even take it off?
The belt opens easy enough with just a thought, as it usually does. Thankfully he had the foresight to line the inside with a bit of leather. He shudders to think what condition he'd be in if there had been nothing protecting him. Hmp, look no further then his spine, he supposes...
His undershirt comes off well enough up until it hits the arms of his actuators. Stuck.
Well, he certainly can't reach over them, so... With a little help from the arms, he manages to wrestle it off. There goes the easy part.
It's only now occurred to him the these arms will indeed require holes to fit through if he's to wear anything over his torso. The doctor lowers the claws to eye level, giving them a quick inspection. Well... There is one option...
The claw snaps open as a long, terrible spike shoots out.
He looks at his old coat and winces. Hopefully you can forgive him...
The doctor slashes one large, rudimentary square in the back of the fabric. Big enough to fit the arms through, and approximately in the right place to sit comfortably on his back.
Once again, with some help, he slides the coat over the tentacles and around his shoulders. It fits his arms, both mechanical and flesh, well enough but, as expected... It still doesn't close.
With a little blush, he tugs at the two hems, as though enough force will change the circumstances. It does not. Damn... While he's not to sure about going around bare chested, he's certainly not going to leave with his entire torso exposed.
The doctor sucks in his stomach and wills the belt closed again. It's rather uncomfortable, but... At least it's something.
With a heavy sigh, the doctor closes the closet door. Your closet door. He feels... Empty. Look at him, rooting around in your things, waltzing around in your home... This coat. It still smells like you.
The doctor quickly wipes a stray tear from under his glasses. This is not the place to fall apart in...
He needs to leave.
Somewhere no one will come looking...
The doctor stomps around the uncertain floor boards of an abandoned warehouse on the docks. This is madness...
Running from the police. Hiding with the rats. He's ruined. Not only his name, but Harry's name, Oscorp's name, the city... Perhaps even his own humanity.
And for what?
What happened that this all went so wrong?
A miscalculation obviously, but... How could that be? He's spent all his life, all his youth, preparing for that exact moment. Everything was perfect. All his planning, all his calculations... Days, months, years of research and planning... And yet somehow it all still goes to shit?
With a growl, the doctor whips around. How? How? How! It's the question that keeps hounding his mind...
Filled with anger and frustration, it's all to easy to turn his thoughts turn to you. The one variable he didn't account for amidst all these aforementioned years of planning...
All the time he spent with you. Thinking about you... He's been obsessed. So much so, that it would seem his preoccupation with you has over shadowed the importance of his own work. His dream.
How could he have been so careless... So naïve?
What? He gets one woman who's willing to kiss his ugly, dog face and rub his belly, and all of a sudden he loses his mind?
This project was his life long dream, and yet his discipline is so low, so shamefully non existent, that he blows the whole thing over for the attention and, dare he say, affection of one individual. The secretary.
How cliché... How pathetic, really.
A wave of rage overtakes him. One actuator shoots out, grabbing the nearest object, and launching it across the warehouse. The old, weathered shipping crate smashes to pieces and the sound of it pulls the doctor out of his tantrum.
No... No, he's going about this all wrong.
This is his fault. His shortcoming. This has nothing to do with you.
He knows better then to think like that...
The responsibility and the blame and the fallout are solely on him. Besides.... How could you be at fault when you were only trying to reciprocate his feelings, after all?
And look where that's gotten him... Hell, look where it's gotten you. He doesn't even know where you are.
He wouldn't dare show his face again. He'll be labeled a criminal after all this... Destruction, he's caused. That's assuming he hasn't been already. It's certainly not as though he could hide in plain sight. Try to find a new job, or something...
The doctor raises his new limbs up to his forefront. There's no hiding with these on his back.
With all these thoughts of misery, he can't help but have his mind wander back to you...
His whole body aches from the accident. The burns on his back and stomach have barely even begun to heal. The sheer weight from the actuators and harness feels crushing, with no way to relieve it. Getting tossed across the room during the explosion itself has left him sore and jarred.
He almost...
He almost wishes you could be here right now.
Not that he deserves such a comfort. Such... forgiveness. Not after the way he was oh so ready to blame this all on you. Not after he was so blinded by his own arrogance that he put you and countless others directly in harms way.
...Not after he's potentially sent you to your grave.
Hot, angry tears stream down his puffy cheeks. So filled with anger, and frustration, and fear...
He feels like a child, looking to be comforted after a mistake of his own doing, but... He needs you. He'd experience the very same accident that ruined him again and again and again, all that pain and humiliation, every day of his life if he could just see you now. If he could just hear...
Hear that, maybe you don't despise him. Spin your magical, calming lies, that this wasn't his fault, merely an accident. He's pushing new boundaries after all, forging the first path towards a new invention. There is no blue print. No guidelines to follow... How could he have known this would end in disaster?
It was just an accident...
Or at least... Those are the words he hopes you'd tell him. It's certainly the daydream his pathetic mind conjures up for him.
The doctor gives a heavy sigh and a sniff. He... He wishes things could go back to the way they were. He wishes he could relive that one night... The night of the gala. The night where you first shared a bed and a tender touch and that he felt happy.
The night where he held you, protecting you from the cold, and you kissed his big, hideous nose and petted his pudgy side, like everything was alright. Like nothing bothered you...
Not even being with someone like... him.
The doctor looks around, cold, wet tears streaming down his face. Night has fallen by now, and he desperately needs to rest... All he can do is lay down on the wooden floor.
For at least a touch of comfort, he retracts the belt of his harness. It puts more stress on his back to support the weight, but... He's just going to lay down anyway.
For a moment, he lays there in silence. His heart is pounding. His head is spinning... He feels sick and disgusted all over. And what's worse...
He misses you terribly.
Otto sits up a moment, as an idea comes to him. Gently, in an attempt to keep from damaging it further, he slips the coat off his back and over his tentacles, placing it carefully in his arms. He balls it up and gives it a solid sniff.
It still smells like you...
He places the leather wad on the floor and rests his head on top. The tears keep coming as he once again is reminded... This may be the very last piece of you he'll ever get.
Otto sniffs and huffs, doing all he can to keep from weeping. He buries his long, cold nose into the coat's lining.
It's warm in there and smells the most strongly of you. In fact, if he closes his eyes... Well, it's not exactly a replacement, but... He figures it's about as much comfort as a bastard like him deserves.
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