saw this & got bit by the urge to write something sweet.
(contrary to popular belief I do survive on things besides angst.)
It was almost silent, save for the sound of the city humming within the night, a city that never slept, always awake and bright. New York often reminded her of her husband, a place of constant motion, of hundred thoughts all swirling together blending into a beautiful picture of the world. Rosie sighed softly, blinking back at the faint glare on the clock on her bedside table, noting that it was early, barely past 3am. She had heard Otto come shuffling in just an hour or so prior, the bed creaking as he made himself comfortable, listening to his breath even out into a snore. It seemed each night he was working later and later, even as she attempted to coax him to come to bed with tea and kisses in hand. How many times had she found him slumped over his workbench, pressed against all his findings and a smudging of words across his cheek? She worried about him, it was something she couldn’t help but do, it came to her as easy as breathing. And she knew that things would only pick up, the countdown to the demonstration was tangible now, it was within arms reach, like a wish that had come true.
Lips pulled into a small smile as she shifted, turning to face his peaceful face, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights outside. Every time she looked at him her heart would swell, overflowing with love for him, a garden just for him blooming in her chest. Rosie lifted her head, propping a cheek against her hand, just gazing at him, soaking in every inch of his features. She knew every detail like the back of her hand, every blemish, each scar--physical and otherwise. They kept no secrets. Secrets of the past, painful and happy, she knew every sordid detail and he knew hers. Her Otto, her wonderful husband who rose from the ashes of his past to become the brilliant sun.
“You’re my favorite, favorite thing…” She whispered into the dark, raising her other hand to gently trace his cheek, brushing over lashes before combing through dark locks. God, she adored him more than words could say. No poem or epic could ever properly describe how much she loved him, that it stole her breath and yet, gave her life. Sometimes it scared her, that she cared so much for him, that he held her heart in his grasp and had all the power to break it--but never did. ‘And I recall his hands, two measures of tenderness.’ Even the times when they fought, where tempers flared and they said things they didn’t mean, it still held an air of understanding. They weren’t perfect but they almost were. Their love wasn’t fragile, but strong, weathered through the years. Rosie hummed softly, taking her hand away, surprised as he reached for it, lacing their fingers together.
“You tell me to sleep and yet you wake me…” Otto mumbled, voice thick with exhaustion, eyes cracking blearily as his gaze met hers. She couldn’t help but laugh, keeping it light, giving his hand a squeeze before settling back down onto her pillow. He mumbled again, other arm coming to wrap around her waist, tugging her close as he closed his eyes again. Rosie rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as their hands were nestled between them. She managed to sneak her free hand to his face again, thumb brushing across his cheek, another grumble falling from his lips before they twisted into a fond smile. He was her everything.
“Sorry, sorry…you’re my happiness, I can’t help it.” She admitted, as if he didn't already know that, but she felt the need to say it, to let it be known out loud. She removed her hand, it coming to join their interlocked ones, covering over them as he huffed out a chuckle. Rosie felt him shift, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before coming to rest a cheek against her hair. It always felt right, to be enveloped in his warmth like this, his breathing soothing her back to sleep, eyes fluttering shut as she yawned.
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Otto glowered at the woman, a thousand retorts held back on his tongue. Quite why he held them back, he wasn’t sure.
Misguided, indeed. Needed help. Neither of those observations were true, of that, Otto was certain, blind as he was to the reason why he was so certain.
“Hmm,” he offered. “Yet, despite your questions, you ignore the answer. You asked if I wanted fixed. I said I did not need it. And yet, here I am. Subjected to the mercies of science projects concocted by a teenager and a madman who died two years ago. Forgive me if I seem less than thrilled at your boundless charity, woman.”
"I ignored your questions? Pot meet kettle." She laughed, lowering her finger, hands now settled on both hips with a scoff. He might have had a minor point but right now May wasn't going to admit that, because he ignored some of her questions too. "Well then Doc, shouldn't you be rooting for this science project? Perhaps it won’t work and you can laugh your way out by being right. But who knows it could be world-changing or are you maybe a little terrified to move forward?” Was she throwing some of his previous words back at him? Yes. His remark about her made May laugh again, hands falling back down to her sides. “Oh, too bad, my boundless charity was going to see if you would prefer a more comfortable position. Like sitting.” May sighed with a nonchalant shrug, tilting her head as she glanced down at the metal arm that ensnared him. “Or maybe even give you the opportunity to drink water with a free hand, but I guess this woman can’t.“
She fiddled with her earrings, eyes drawn to look at Otto as he pulled on his suit jacket, smiling at how handsome he looked, pausing as he spoke. Rosie turned from their reflection to face him, standing from the vanity, closing the distance between them as her hands came to smooth down his lapels. “I know you aren’t a fan of this...” She murmured, shifting to straighten his tie, gazing back to his face, hands moving to cup his cheeks. He wasn’t wrong in that assessment, especially with the caliber of guest that typically attended Oscorp Galas, those with both money & power, often trying to outdo one another.
“But your appearance isn’t deceiving. Just show them who Otto Octavius is. Show them the smart intelligent and very handsome man who is going to change the world.” Rosie said, lifting to press a quick kiss to his lips, giving another smile. “But don’t worry dear, we don’t have to stay long. Just think of it as a mini practice run for when the demonstration is ready.”
❝ he asked for help, and help i gave. ❞ - mcu!peter @ may (marvclsiums)
meme || accepting || @marvclsiums
She paused her stirring, glancing up from the boiling pasta to look over at Peter who sat at the table working on homework, regaling her with his day . “Oh? Well I wouldn’t expect anything less from out friendly neighborhood Parker. Although I still might be the reigning champion of that title.” May laughed, turning back to the stove, shifting to focus on the meatballs, cringing as she flipped them over noting the very burnt dark side. “See though, you can help both as Spider-Man and as Peter! Speaking of help, I could really use an extra hand or two down at FEAST this weekend. Think we could rope in Ned and MJ?”
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For Rosie: becoming Otto's accomplice despite knowing he's gone mad, or ending him yourself to save everyone.
meme: choose between _____ & _____
She blinked, stunned for a moment due to the choice laid before her, at the thing it was even suggesting. Rosie wouldn't even entertain the thought. No, this wasn’t even a thing to ponder. Nothing was ever an absolute, fate was never set in stone (as much as she wished that was true).
"I would never kill my husband.” She’d die before that would ever happen, or rather she would never physically kill him--but sometimes words work just as sharp as a knife when wielded wrong.
Oh, that was a choice alright. To value one life above the other, but...
"Otto. I would save Otto." Only because she knew Peter didn’t need saving, the young man had proven to be very capable of saving himself time & time again.
thoughts || hc: you can't tell me that rosie & may wouldn't have gotten along. maybe not like best friend level, but very much we are friends & enjoy each other's company. they have alot of similar aspects, the want to protect the ones they love, the want to help & just how much love they can give.
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