#otto octavius/reader

[selfship-central]

tried to doodle something to sort out my writing but i dont really like it much. Alas.

Ended up making anon grey but not anon devoid of detail so. Take it as you will.

[writingsofhubris-a]

companion piece to misadventures of a medical student

A plate of food was set infront of you, piled high with hash browns, eggs, bacon, and toast. A kiss was left on the crown of your head, his warm eyes starting to watch you eat. He always watched you for a little bit when you first started eating, making sure that you actually ate enough. You loved the rare times he’d cook for you, always feeling a little special when the plate was put down in front of you. 

You moaned softly at the first bite, before happily chowing down on the food.

“I love you,” he said, leaning forward to wipe some food off your face. Your hand came up to cover your full mouth as you tried to respond in kind, your words muffled. 

You both laughed as you managed to swallow the bite, taking his hand with your own. 

“I think your brain’s just addled from my skills,” you then managed. 

“I don’t think so,” he responded, his voice softer than before. You didn’t hear this tone from him often, and you opted to take smaller bites, watching him as he watched you. 

“Don’t you?” You questioned, a small brow arching. His fingers laced with yours, head cocking. 

“No, I don’t think it’s that. It’s part, but it’s not the only reason.” Your lips instantly turned up, hearing that. 

“Then what is it?” 

“It’s everything, my star. You’re the sun in the palm of my hand.” His fingers gently ran over yours, small, gentle movements. “You’re the one who’s kept me sane, patched me up when I come back bruised. How could I not fall for you?” You shook your head, unwilling to accept his unabashed praises. 

“Otto-” His lips pressed to the back of your hand, then he turned over your hand to the side slightly, leaning onto the table just slightly to kiss the inside of your wrist. Your breath caught. “It’s not fair when you do that,” you tried, acting grumpy. 

“I’m allowed to worship you,” he pointed out. 

“Are you going to get onto your knees for me?” you teased back.

“If that’s what it takes to prove my devotion.”

“You’re too good to me, Otto. Now, you need to eat too.” you pointed to the food on his plate, a cocked brow. “I need you at full power for what I want to do with you tonight.” You winked at him, and his smile was all you needed to know your redirect worked. “I do love you,” you finally said, taking another bite. 

“I love you.” 

[idle-teen28]

Loving a fictional character is like marriage

You fall for the character, become obsessed with them to the point where you think that they're the only fictional character you've ever loved, like if they were real, you'd marry them in a heart beat

Then you fall for a new fictional character while still being obsessed with the current one, it feels like an affair, but you accidentally became too obsessed with the new one, so you start to ignore the current one slowly, until you completely ignore them, and start to focus on the new one, falling for them now, it's like divorce and remarriage

The cycle continues until you have at least 10 fictional characters

Then you remember your previous fictional crush that you were obsessed with 2 years ago, and then you fall for them again, and become obsessed with them like you used to, it's like falling in love and marrying your ex-spouse again

And then you break-up

And the cycle continues like this, FOREVER

[eloisyw8]

💗 ?

[strange-mage]

Painted this a while ago

Doc Ock is just...

...

Yeah

[verysmolnerd]

Being the spouse of a Supervillain

You're the only person who he won't hurt. Why would he? You've been at his beck and call since he couldn't remember when.

However, you feel that you're walking on eggshells at times when the actuators have control of his psyche.

He keeps urging you to move on, that there was no place for you here; in the rickety old building you've shared since he bought the place. He honestly doesn't want to see you have a close encounter with the reaper again.

That being, you stay put, that the man you married is still in there. The shadows of his smile is hidden behind that snarky smirk. Some of the -rarest- most quiet nights, are spent on the torn up couch. It's almost like nothing changed at all.

You put your life on pause for a moment, you didn't go into work at all for weeks. You knew there would be questions, there always would be.

When you do come into work, you were given reduced hours because your boss wanted you to mourn the man you once knew, you refrained from answering any of those prying your personal life for issues. You normally report them within a few days, and then they're working in a whole different complex.

Even if the actuators are permanently a part of him, it's still Otto. His habits are still there, no matter what he tries to tell you.

You've also noticed that the arms still respect their creator to some extent, they never lay a finger on you. If they grab you, they are slow and patient never brutal.

One time you had gotten bruised from the pressure that the arms gave when they placed you away from the project. They soon fell limp while Otto had the nastiest look on his face. He never looked at you when he was like this.

He is always a gentleman to you, through layers of frowning.

The actuators only want his project done, therefore your Otto is just their puppet. However, they see you as a distraction until the beings of machine realize that Otto is human.

So, there isn't long lunch breaks together as you're used to before this mess. However, he eats in silence; in fear of the actuators lashing out on you for just seemingly wanting shreds of your life with him before.

You don't comment on his encounters with Spider-Man, you know all too well that the superhero gets bad press on the regular. Not to mention, Otto- sorry, you end up correcting yourself when the actuators are in control- Ock isn't entirely fond of him.

You knew exactly when Otto was too tired to fight the AI influence, because there have been consecutive all nighters the closer the reactor gets to being completed.

The times when the actuators keep him glued to the desk are when you try to get him clothing and alter them to accommodate the four tentacles protruding from his lower back.

There was one night that you consider was very special within the past few months that his magnum opus welded themselves to his back.

He had found some of his old outfits that weren't destroyed, and pressed down any urges from the arms.

"May this broken man take you out on a date?" You were near tears as you accepted.

He brought you to the top of a building with a makeshift table. It reminded you of your first dinner with him back in college.

He tells you that he's going to find a way to remove the arms and start anew. He wanted you to buy an apartment and to bring him to it on a specific day.

Considering that he's fighting for his life to look like the man you knew and loved -although you've reassured him multiple times that you still love him- you agree in a heartbeat. Happy that you'll both have a semblance of what life was before this.

The day to pick him up from the docks comes and you find no sight of him or the shambles of your house. It's all deep in the river below.

You can't recall how long you stayed there, but you had to live on. Live, that's what he always wanted you to do.

It's very hard at first, but life goes on.

One night -you can't quite remember what day it was specifically- you got a knock on the door.

You open it a little and it's Otto, with a small smile, holding a bunch of flowers.

Tears are brought to your eyes as he walks in, "I had a feeling that you'd buy the one we got back then." Any snakiness left him when he realized that you thought he was dead.

He promises to explain everything, but tonight he holds you as long as you needed it.... you ended up holding him hostage in your bedroom until the next morning. Even then, you don't let him out of your sight for a while.

He then explains in terms that you both can understand -because he finds himself not believing anything of it even after he's here. He was brought to another world just like this one where he was given a new component that prevented the arms from taking him over.

So, he starts the rejuvenation process, and does the community work to get back into society. He's stayed off nuclear fusion snd stuck strictly to advanced robotics.

However, you both still stayed at that apartment you first owned with him years ago. Never wanting to live on the water again.

There was one day where he brought you all over town, he brought you to so many places you visited together in your past. He had to be careful of the press patrolling for him since he returned. A former supervillain and a scientific powerhouse? That get's the press moving all over the place.

He then brought you where it all started, and proposed to you again. "I stand before you as a changed man, I love you so much. Will you marry me one more time?"

How could you say no?

It seems that you still have to alter his new clothes, but you don't mind considering how much more appreciative since he doesn't go around shirtless anymore.

He's cautious when using the actuators, only having them clean up and not touch you. Until you reassure him multiple times that you are fine with it... a few months later he's using them to trap you in his embrace.

You have him back, a second chance, and neither of you are going to screw it up.

[wycroftie]

Artists drawing their favourite fictional characters (I’m artists)

[angelofthenight]

Doc Ock: There isn't anything you can say to stop me!

You: Oh yeah? What if I said ... blargen fediddle no-hip?

Doc Ock:

Doc Ock: Well I gotta admit, that slowed me down

[plush4bunny]

⚠️: version of Comic!Otto Octavius with his actuators for the same Doc Ock x reader fanfic that @chrism02 wrote called "Wish list"

scene from the fic: "His hand stops midair as he was bringing his glass of whiskey to his pink lips. He puts it back down and tilts his head, enough so his eyes can go up and down your figure. You flush because his gaze seems to linger as he roams over you, paying special attention to your face.

He turns properly and gives you a charming smile that makes you pause. You never saw your enemy smile like this."

[andromedas-pearl]

Trying my hand at Otto fluff. Hope y'all like it! 💜

Little Reminders

This is Pre-Incident Otto for context.

Even a meticulous man like Octavius can overlook a few things every once in a blue moon. When it happens, it leaves him pondering the oversight for hours if you don't reel him back from the whirlwind of thoughts he has for the day.

Why did he forget certain things that seemed so obvious? So clear as day? Was it because of his preoccupation with finally completing his magnum opus of a machine?

Or did all of his late night tinkering finally catch up to him? He'd be damned if he told you were right. As much as you mean to him, he's not giving you bragging rights. He'll never hear the end of it.

But he loves it when you come in the check on him. The way you gently rubbed his shoulders as he hunched over his desk on the verge of progress. Your soft hands gliding up and down the fabric of his lab coat on rough days were heaven.

But there were days where you meant business. The faint yet chiding taps on his back were your way of making sure his posture was straighter, and he'd indulge your request to appease you and your insistence on sitting up.

It was done in good faith, though. Otherwise, you'd be hearing him lament about aches in his back and neck for the next few hours.

When he forgets to come down for dinner, he always finds a plate of his favorite meals and endearing notes to enjoy it, on his desk.

He'll smile at them, save them in their own little folder, and then thank you for being a darling with an appreciative kiss before resuming his work. He was so caught up on the reactor that time just got away from him.

When Otto does finally have downtime, your efforts to make sure he doesn't neglect himself and his needs don't go unrewarded.

In the wee hours of the morning, he shuffles off to bed to join you, eventually. Pressing a small kiss on your forehead and briefly catching the scent of your soft hair, before wrapping his arm around your side and whispering hopes of sweet dreams and a bid goodnight.

During the day, Otto's brain goes a mile a minute, trying to get everything accomplished. But in the evening, he'll never have to be reminded to wish his darling goodnight. That's one thing he'll never forget.

[writingsofhubris-a]

Infinitesimal

[AO3] Rating: T WC:  1,766 Tags: Mentioned Norman Osborn, Fluff, Love, Minor Injuries, Pets, Surprises Fandom: Spider-man (Raimi) Ship: Otto Octavius/Reader Disc: Otto gets patched up, again, but this time he needed your help taking care of something. Pt 9 to Misadventures, the final

He’d been sitting on the beach for a while now, looking out at the soft waves of the river, and the city behind it. 

Otto was in rough shape, that was for sure. But he couldn’t keep going, he needed to rest for a few moments. No insistence from anyone had convinced him elsewise, laying on the dirty cement, the actuators the only things holding up the man. 

The gauzes and medications in the basket you’d upgraded to were carefully spread on some plastic, to keep them from getting any extra dirt as you were digging out the grit from Otto’s face, trying to be as delicate as you could manage. It wasn’t going well, by the soft gasps from the man’s lips. 

“If you didn’t want me to do this, you wouldn’t have been out there.” The words were harder than your tone, more concern drifting behind your intent than any malice. 

Flo wrapped around your shoulders, gently pushing you closer to the man, trying to gain just a moment of affection. 

Instead, your finger went up, pointing at the metal apparatus. 

“Not yet. He’s not done being bandaged.” A soft metallic hiss, and you were allowed to continue working, ignoring the pleading way that Otto was staring up at you, wanting your attention on him in a different way. 

Despite all the attempts previously, it didn’t seem to work this time. Your work was efficient, taking care of each scratch shown, then after his trench coat was taken off, all the wounds that had been hidden. Overall, he wasn’t terribly hurt, though he would almost certainly hold onto the pain swirling in his body for a while. 

“Thank you,” he said almost as soon as the last piece of gauze was secured, enough pressure against his skin to pull a small hitch in his breath. 

“You gotta stop doing that to us, Otto. Norman and I get scared when we see you on the news.” Finally free from your medical attention, all of your supplies picked up and deposited back into the basket, Otto pulled you carefully into his lap. Metal wrapped around your waist just like the belt on him, and you carefully laid your head on his shoulder. “I want you to come home at night.” Otto’s eyes trained on yours, cocking a brow up. 

“Do you think that I won’t?” 

“Well, you’re not exactly in a safe profession.” But, the metal made you feel safe against his body, and the flesh of his chest made you feel loved. “Can you promise me you won’t leave for…” You looked out over the river for just a moment. “For two weeks. Give us just two weeks with you, okay?” It was a lot to ask for, and you knew that, but he would at least need that to finish healing. 

“Two weeks,” Otto repeated, taking your hand in his, only holding. “Two weeks, I can do for you.” 

With Norman in the kitchen making you three tea, you sat next to Otto, working out a couple of the knots in his shoulders. Even with taking time off as you’d requested of him, he still found stressors faster than you found solutions. Your lips pressed against Otto’s head, pressure gentle. 

“Can you feed the kittens?” 

“Kittens?” You saw the flash of fear in his eyes, and you looked at him, your turn to cock a brow. “What kittens, Otto?”

“The kittens that live under the pier…” His voice trailed off, trying to gauge your response to his endeavor. 

“Have you been raising kittens this whole time?” 

“They were sick,” Otto replied, an explanation. His warm eyes met yours, unrelenting, but buried deep was worry. 

“Show me them.” You stood up, taking your hands from Otto, waiting for him to take the lead. He did, with only a small detour to procure the supplies needed to feed each of the babies.

Otto led you from the house, though he was certainly sheepish about his actions. Out the door, down around the newly built shelter that Otto had erected shortly after he had come back and realized his old laboratory and house would be unsalvageable. Otto guided you to the tiny beach that was constantly deserted, too far out of the way for many to even attempt the journey of finding the sand. 

Otto leant on you as much as you allowed him, his weight heavy on your shoulders, only barely aided by the actuators. Sand was usually too difficult for them to establish a good base. 

Just where the wood met the sand, a few meters off the water at this time of year, you saw a stripe of fabric, dirty at this point. You knelt down, and just a little too far to reach, you saw a small bundle of fur, shifting in the seconds of hearing something nearby. A curious meow, until it turned to see you, and it simply hissed. Feral as hell. But even you had to admit, the cats were fucking cute. 

You looked back at Otto for a moment, pressing your lips together. 

“They’re only a couple months old.” 

“That’s getting about time for them to leave the nest,” you pointed out. Otto couldn’t kneel down, the bruising on his ribs too bad to bend, but he stood next to you. 

“And make their own litters of kittens,” he finished. “But I can help them for now, can’t I?” You looked up Otto’s body, a small smile on your lips. He was right. Of course Otto was right; he knew better than anyone what it was like to be ignored by society. 

You took the food he’d brought with you, and carefully dumped the kibble into a small dish, and refilled the water. 

“I would come down here after I’d seen you,” Otto suddenly started, surprising you slightly from the monotony. 

“What’s that?” 

“After you would bandage me up,” he explained. You stood up, brushing the sand from your jeans, and crossing your arms for some warmth. “I would spend hours on this beach, thinking from formulas to… How I found you.’ 

“Oh, the night you stole my drink?” But he’d infected you with a wiry grin, taking the steps to him. His attention was well past the kittens now, moreso focused on you as you took shuffling steps to him. “I would focus on my work, as much as I was able to. It wasn’t successful most of those nights.” That doofy grin you’d gotten to be so fond of over the last year spread over his lips. Warmth, nearly excitement at you simply standing nearby. “And then…” 

His silence allowed you to step closer, shifting on the loose sand. Your hands were careful on his chest, simply resting against one of the few spots you knew was able to be touched. 

“And then, you took care of me,” you responded, smoothing your hands over the fabric of his shirt. Otto was warm, heat seeping through the layers of clothing to your hands. “After my surgeries, you took care of me until I was ready.” Until you’d leant forward and kissed him deeply, a test of how much you had really healed. You still recalled the surprised sound that had fallen from Otto’s lips, the sudden jerk of his body as he quickly wrapped his firm arms around your body. You’d expected to be pushed off again. 

Instead, Otto had kissed you back, every ounce of passion he could muster pouring into the kiss. 

“And you kissed me.” 

“And I kissed you. What’s all this about, Otto?” He sighed softly, and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close, clearly trying to think over what it was he wanted to say.

“I don’t know. I just want to thank you for all you’ve done. You’ve given up part of your world for us.” 

“And I’d do it again. You know I would, don’t you Otto?” His dark eyes met yours, clearly gauging his trust in the sentiment. He hadn’t been able to trust anyone for so long, that hearing it affirmed gave him pause. One of his hands moved to rest over yours, wrapping his fingers around yours. 

“I know that you would. I know it.” Your lips met, familiar as the tips of his fingers brushed over your jaw. 

Curling up in his actuators, pressed against his front, Otto felt your breathing deepen, slowly finding the sleep that you’d only just become acquainted with in his arms. He offered you warmth, his arms unmoving around you. 

Otto’s mind slowly ended up drifting, finding thoughts he had believed to be buried deep under layers of injuries to his heart. Somehow, you had burrowed under years of protection, and found yourself in his arms. Otto had you, just as much as you had him. 

You’d been the one to bandage him up, so many times. Your hands were familiar with his body in ways only a select few had ever been. Otto didn’t know how he could have survived without you, didn’t know just how it was he had gotten so very lucky in his life. Otto just knew the simple fact you were there for him, and you were happy to stay by his side through the tough nights that you were certain to find. 

He let his hand drift over your side, memorizing each inch of your body, before running his hand over the scars on your chest, gently feeling the skin without waking you. You’d been through your own hell, one you didn’t tell him just yet. One that he was certain to find, eventually. A past that would end up being shared, when you were ready to do so. He had to trust you fully, and completely. He knew he did, even if it would take time. 

His lips pressed against your shoulders, a gentle kiss against the skin he could reach. Soft, gentle, just as he had learned again with you. Otto ignored the twinge of pain in his chest as he inhaled your scent, memorizing your every aspect. He’d show you properly how much he did love you. But not today. Not right now, when you were sleeping so soundly in his arms. Otto wanted to feel you in his arms for the rest of his life, if he could. Whatever he had to do, he knew he would protect you. 

Promise made to himself, Otto allowed his own eyes to drift closed. Dreams would take him soon enough, and if he was lucky, you’d find him in his dreams as well. 

Thank you, everyone who's stayed with me until the end of this series. A year and four days later, this series has drawn to a close, int he most bitter sweet of ways. Thank you everyone who stayed and dropped a like, a view, or a comment. I'm eternally thankful to everyone I've met through this series.

Tags! @niffysboxers @yesalwayswelles @overlookedfile @arandomnerdsblog578 @unitedfandomsoftheworld @emotrash1 @randomfandomtrash28

[noforkingclue]

(doc ock anon) Hmmm how about: You’re in a shitty marriage to some contemptuous prick high-ish up at Oscorp. He’s not necessarily “nobody” but not exactly a “somebody”. He is a strategic choice and conveniently everything even the old Otto would have hated. One night, Doc Ock reappears after months of absence and breaks into your home to shake down your husband for access to something or other from Oscorp.

Of course anon! Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Leverage

Warnings: dark fic

“Oliver? What’s going on?”

Otto cocked his head to the side, noting the panicked look on your husband’s face. He’ll admit, he wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there that night. He had heard that you were going on a business trip and would be away for a week. Clearly that intel was wrong (in that case his source would have to be punished) or the trip had been cancelled last minute.

Either way, he now had leverage against this pathetic waste of skin.

You slowly walked into Oliver’s office, pulling your dressing gown tightly around you. You had only walked a couple of steps in when you saw Otto. You froze and just as your flight or fight instincts kicked in, a metal claw curled around your arm. You let out a shriek as you were roughly pulled towards him.

“Let her go!” cried Oliver

However, Otto just slammed him against a wall, a metal claw around his neck. You were lifted off the ground and you hit the arm. This did nothing but amused Otto.

“Now then,” he said, “I think this,” he shook you violently, “might make you more… cooperative.”

“Look, I already told you-” Oliver began

“Then find a way,” Otto said quietly, although that didn’t detract from the danger in the words, “or your precious little wife will suffer the consequences.”

“What? She has nothing to do-”

“She does now.”

You let out a shriek as you were hoisted high into the air. You shut your eyes tightly as you hung helplessly above New York. You wished the Spiderman would come and save you but that would come with the risk of Doc Ock dropping you. You didn’t know if Spiderman would be able to catch you in time. However, it seemed the Doc Ock had no intention of letting you go. If anything his grip on your tightened when he left your flat. Your arms curled around his metal arm tightly and you let out a small whimper. You didn’t see the small smile that Otto gave at the action.

“We’re here.”

You let out a yelp as you were suddenly let go. You were expected to fall through the air but you only dropped a short way. You opened your eyes a crack and pulled your legs up against your chest. It looked like you were in some kind of loft. You could imagine that it must’ve cost a hell of a lot of money and that he bought it before he was…

Well…

Before his accident.

“Where am I?” you asked quietly

“That isn’t important.”

“You kidnapped me.”

“You’re safe.”

“Why should I believe-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. A metal claw pinned you to the floor by your throat. Doc Ock stood over you and looked you up and down. Originally you were just meant to be collateral. To make sure that your waste for space husband did exactly what he was told. But now, well, now he had you stretched under him and at his mercy. Your thin dressing gown left hardly anything to the imagination.

Oh yes, the two of you were going to get to know each other very well.

And maybe he won’t give you back afterwards.

[bloodycotton]

Okey day 15. You are alive btw, dont worry.

Prompts by: @raven-cincaide-words

(Englis is NOT my first language)

Day 15.- Pressure

Otto Octavius x Fem!reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

The mechanical tentacles writhed violently around his body, like metal snakes gone mad. The pressure in his head increased with every second, as if his skull was about to explode.

"You must finish what you started," one of the voices whispered. "She's a threat to the project!" shouted another. "You left her alive... weak," hissed a third.

Otto staggered backwards, his tentacles thrashing against the rusty walls of the warehouse. The water beneath his feet churned, further distorting his fragmented reflection. The pressure. Always the pressure. He had felt it all his life: the pressure of academia, of his colleagues, of his superiors, of his own expectations.

And now... the pressure of these artificial voices, mingling with his own thoughts until he could no longer distinguish which were really his own.

"Kill her!" roared one voice. "The project!" insisted another. "Weak, you've always been weak," sneered a third.

Otto shuddered, the artificial voices echoing in his head like a hellish chorus. But there was another voice, softer, more human, whispering from some corner of his consciousness, maybe it was your voice, but he really wasn't sure "She's hurt... she's really hurt..."

A tentacle slammed into the wall, tearing off a chunk of concrete. He wasn't sure if he had done it or if the machine had acted on its own. The voices were becoming more and more mixed with his own thoughts, but that small voice of concern persisted.

"The bleeding..." he muttered to himself, remembering the moment your body had hit the ground. He had seen the blood, hadn't he, or maybe it was the reflection of your red suit? Voices screamed so loudly that details became a blur.

Another tentacle moved erratically, knocking over old boxes. The sound made him cringe. Had it sounded like that when it hit you? That's how violent he had been?

"She's a menace," the metallic voices insisted. "She was my student," he replied loudly. 

"She's an enemy!"

"She's hurt..." 

"GET RID OF HER!" 

"She could be dying..."

The sirens sounded further and further away. Were they heading for the hospital? Were they taking you? The thought made his stomach twist.

"The project is all that matters," the voices hissed. "But she..." " CONTROL YOURSELF!" "What if she's..."

Otto staggered backwards, his tentacles screeching against the wet ground. The artificial voices shouted louder and louder, but that small human voice, that soft voice, kept whispering, "Come back. Check that she's all right. Just once. Just to be sure."

His hands were shaking. When had he started shaking? The tentacles moved erratically, mirroring the battle raging in his mind. Every passing second was torture, torn between the villain he was supposed to be and the kind man he once was.

"Just once," he muttered. "Just to check..."

[eloisyw8]

[heliosynchronisity]

i see ppl looking thru my cy/doc ock stuff 👀

i was just looking thru my sketches uploading stuff to toyhouse and while seeing my pile of self insert/doc ock stuff is a LITTLE post-drunk-blackout horrifying... at the same time... i was right. So ima compile them all into one post for ur viewing pleasure for u ock freaks uwu

so here's all my cyber and doc ock doodles I made between 2022 and 2023 :] and roughly in chonologiccal order

tbh i do still often think of these guys, if i have some time i may draw them soon and even attempt to work on the fic. but no promises. I'm finally out of my art funk and i dont wanna overwhelm myself haha.

So for now, enjoy the trip down memory lane ^_^

[verysmolnerd]

Dating Pre!Accident Otto Hcs

When this man says he got lucky with love, he MEANS it.

He grew up in an environment that wasn't entirely supportive of him, so to have someone at his beck and call is a completely new experience for him. It takes a bit for him to come out of his shell.

Don't be mistaken by him being flustered, he normally oozes out confidence, but love is a whole different ball park for him. That being, you get to see a whole new side of him.

He's extremely professional at work, but behind closed doors anything goes (wink wonk)

Hugging at work? *gasp* How scandalous!

Regardless, his colleagues and assistants know about you. They're glad that you drag him from his office when he starts to work at the ungodly hours of the night and morning.

That does go both ways too, he's hoisted you over his shoulder when you glued yourself to your desk.

He's a sucker for physical contact, the second you sit on the couch he's already got you in his trap. He's already put on an awful movie on screen and you're trapped in his arms for and indefinite embrace.

On the rare days where you both don't have to work, he's taking you on walks all throughout Central Park or some museum's special exhibit.

He LOVES museums. One time he dragged you to Washington DC to visit all the Smithsonian's. Even with sore legs, he was so interested that it might as well been overwhelming. You had to sit down on a bench for awhile, but you were an active listener to his entire experience.

He may be a man of science, but he's known to have interests of other kinds. If he finds intrigue in a subject that you know quite well, it makes it all the more better.

He loves a good info dump, any subject that you have recently hopped on; you won't be the only one on board.

Turns out, he's also quite the fan of mystery novels.

The bookshelf in his loft over the lab is full of physics textbooks he's had since college, books written by colleagues, and an impressive collection of Agatha Christie novels.

He leaves the novels all over the place, dog-eared on the kitchen island or buried under mail. Sometimes he's a bit helpless, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

When he starts to work on his lifelong project, his magnum opus, you are there every step of the way.

He shows you the progress every single day; and you're astounded every single time. Any progress made, big or small, meant the same to you. He is amazing.

You got lucky with love.

You are his, always. As you watch him put on his metal harness, watching him get ready to show off a manmade sun off to the world.