Walter Robotics

“Three kisses?” The freckled male repeated the request with an arched eyebrow before lips curled into a teasing grin. “That’s an awfully steep fine there Darlin’. In this economy..” 

Of course he was more than happy to deliver the kisses. Especially considering the date. Not that..Oscar needed a manufactured holiday to show affection and care towards his partner but. It was a good excuse. Besides..some of the decorations ended up being cute or just..purely aesthetic. He’d ordered the other a box of those gore inspired chocolates. The one’s shaped like organs and what not. Hadn’t..handed ‘em over yet. But that could come later. Maybe while they watched a movie for something to snack on. He’d also gotten a fresh batch of dipped apples–those would ALSO come later, less The Engineer make himself sick.

“Thaaaat’s right!” The Engineer replied, then held up three fingers as he puffed out his chest. “Three whole kisses. No gives or takes. ‘s what I’m chargin’ ya.”

To be honest, The Engineer hadn’t ever been a fan of Valentine’s Day. Before getting a partner himself, it had just been a reminder of how he was single, how his relationships back in college had just been scams to get good grades, how he would die alone and never find someone who genuinely loved him.

Oh…now he had. So he supposed Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all, eh?

Of course, he’d gotten Oscar presents. He’d greeted him with a bouquet of flowers that morning - blue roses. They’d been fake, purely so The Engineer could hide little pieces of taffy inside of them and along the stems; he hadn’t wanted to get the sweets covered in pollen (even if they were in their wrappers still). Besides, neither of them were into flower care; those roses would’ve died the second Valentine’s Day was over, if they’d been real.

He’d bought Oscar his own box of chocolates as well; along the same wavelength, only his weren’t gory, but rather mundane in comparison. Shaped like bones, coffins, skeletons, severed limbs - the works. Mostly dark chocolates, since he knew milk and white were often too sweet for Oscar to consume too much of. He planned to present them this evening.

And, of course, a proper present: a Friday the 13th based mug, complete with Jason Voorhees’s iconic hockey mask-covered face on one side and the film’s title on the other, with the surface of the mug cut and carved into, like it had been hacked with a machete. And some fake bloodstains never hurt anybody.

Hopefully, Oscar would like his presents…

The Engineer snorted, then cocked his head with a smirk. “Aww. Ain’t gettin’ ta kiss me enough for ya? Need another little nudge, huh? Somethin’ ta bribe ya with? Another prize, right?”

Valentine’s Day had always been pretty lackluster for Oscar. Honestly just another day...like most holidays. His sweet tooth didn’t appreciate many chocolates and taffy’s weren’t exactly a common place candy on the holiday. Though he didn’t mind conversation hearts. Nice to crunch on while he worked. The roses he’d woken up to had been a shock. A nice one! Don’t get him wrong! The hidden treats had earned the biggest smile he could manage, touched by the thoughtful gesture from his boyfriend. Not to mention the fact that they were fake--anything else sentenced to death should the two need to care for actual flowers. With fake ones..he could pin them up his workspace as a reminder of the gesture.

“Iunno there pal..” Brown eyes squinted suspiciously as the counted fingers were held out towards him and his boyfriend puffed out his chest. “Three whole kisses. Stretchin’ yer funds pretty thin there ya know?” Smile dipped into something sheepish for a moment, just to make sure his partner knew he was joking around before he resumed his thoughtful pout. “Somethin’ ta bribe me huh? What’s the one the table here? What ace ya got hidin’ up yer sleeve there Sweetheart?” 

He tapped thoughtfully at his chin.

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General

“Good morning~ I love you.”

“Give me a kiss. No wait…two kisses. No, three ki-”

“You’re the best boyfriend/girlfriend/partner/etc. ever.”

“They were out of roses, so I got you tulips. Because I love your two lips.”

“It’s not the typical Valentine’s Day present, but I hope you like it.”

“Uh..w-will you be my Valentine?”

“I didn’t know what to get you, so I brought chocolate, flowers, AND a huge stuffed animal.”

“I know I say this a lot, but…I love you.”

“*greeting with a kiss* Hi.”

“Roses are red, violets are blue…You will always be my boo.”

“I’m in love with you and I love it.”

“I love the presents you got me, but nothing compares to your hugs.”

Date Night

“I can’t believe you made this reservation months ago…”

“Aw! You didn’t have to get me chocolate/flowers/a giant teddy.”

“I’d be perfectly happy walking around and holding hands.”

“Oh no, it’s raining/snowing! Here, take my jacket.”

“I don’t mind being stuck in traffic with you.” / “I made us a playlist.”

“You look…amazing.” / “That suit/dress/etc. was made for you.”

“Today was perfect.”

“Are those chocolate-covered strawberries?”

“Dance with me.”

“Wow, there are candles and everything…”

Staying In

“I don’t care about the romantic stuff. Let’s just watch movies and cuddle.”

“Sorry I’m sick on Valentine’s Day…”

“Come here, and bring the blanket with you.”

“We can bake cookies! And put heart sprinkles on them.”

“I can’t believe we’re snowed in..”

“When the chocolate goes on sale tomorrow, we can clear out the store.”

“Seeing you look so cute in your pajamas reminds me of why I fell in love with you.”

“Are bubble baths romantic?”

Haha <:3c Happy Valentine’s Day to my partner @wander-over-the-words

Here they are! Updated references for both of my Walter Worker Ocs!

The bois wouldn’t get along with Harper very well lsdkfjslkdf

Based on this

What did the world do

Characters: The Engineer, Oscar.

Notes: Takes place in the Single Dad AU.

Warnings: Mention of bodily harm and amputation/phantom limb pain.

Oscar belongs to @terranatior

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“Oscar…Oz…Ozzie…”

Oscar mentally cursed, eyelids tightening over his eyes as he willed himself to go back to sleep, to ignore the speech by his left ear. As the repetition of various versions of his name continued, Oscar pressed his lips together and gritted his teeth, agitated at having been woken up.

“Oscar-Boscar…Oz-Boz…Ozzie-Cozzie…Osco-Costco…”

“What?” Oscar snapped finally, tilting his head slightly to speak to the man pressed against his back.

@gcldandblxe

Halfway through his attempts to figure out just how to get down from his desk without dying, because surely the distance would kill him at this height, his savior appeared. 

“The Engineer!” Relief flooded through him and he waved his arms, trying to get the man’s attention. “The Engineer! ‘m here! Hey! Aye! The Engineer!” His voice couldn’t carry very far at his size and he frowned, realizing the chances of being heard were very small. No pun intended.

He scampered over the various tools on his desk, trying to make as much noise as possible to gather the English male’s attention. Pencils rolled and screws scattered, metallic twinkling coming from the tool as he pushed against them. 

Riiight. Of course it wasn’t. And his name was David Tennant.

The thing felt pretty lifelike too. Pretty soft, like flesh and bone. He dared say it felt like Oscar’s arm did when he held it, all soft and cuddly beneath the lab coat. So Oscar had crafted the thing better than he’d thought.

See? Now how could the Sixth ignore talent like this?

“Mmhm. Oscar did, indeed,” The Engineer said. Oh, program it with all the knowledge on yourself you want, Oscar. He’s seen through your ruse; he knows this is all a joke. Something to leave behind whilst you were on a taffy run, huh? Clever. The Engineer will have to think of something better to get back at you with.

“Self-awareness is a good thing to have, gumdrop. Don’t be afraid to have some,” The Engineer went on, leaning in close again. C’mon, Oz, making the thing refuse to believe it was a robot or an action figure? Trying too hard now. Trying to make him scared to break it. He could see through your ruse, Oscar, and see through it well.

(Well, excuse him for having faith.)

“Ohhh, programmed to know my real name, huh? Clever, Oz, real clever.” He cocked his head, then folded his arms and scoffed, turning his nose up. This thing wanted to play games, he could play games. “Tell me something Oscar wouldn’t know.”

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Riiight. Of course it wasn’t. And his name was David Tennant.

The thing felt pretty lifelike too. Pretty soft, like flesh and bone. He dared say it felt like Oscar’s arm did when he held it, all soft and cuddly beneath the lab coat. So Oscar had crafted the thing better than he’d thought.

See? Now how could the Sixth ignore talent like this?

“Mmhm. Oscar did, indeed,” The Engineer said. Oh, program it with all the knowledge on yourself you want, Oscar. He’s seen through your ruse; he knows this is all a joke. Something to leave behind whilst you were on a taffy run, huh? Clever. The Engineer will have to think of something better to get back at you with.

“Self-awareness is a good thing to have, gumdrop. Don’t be afraid to have some,” The Engineer went on, leaning in close again. C’mon, Oz, making the thing refuse to believe it was a robot or an action figure? Trying too hard now. Trying to make him scared to break it. He could see through your ruse, Oscar, and see through it well.

(Well, excuse him for having faith.)

“Ohhh, programmed to know my real name, huh? Clever, Oz, real clever.” He cocked his head, then folded his arms and scoffed, turning his nose up. This thing wanted to play games, he could play games. “Tell me something Oscar wouldn’t know.”

Self awareness. Oh. Oh he was very self aware right now, considering the fact that he was himself and not any experiment meant to amuse The Engineer whilst Oscar was doing errands. 

Hand dropped and he heaved a very heavy sigh, hanging his head and giving it a disappointed shake. The English male didn’t believe him. Wouldn’t believe him without the affected man jumping through multiple hoops to prove himself. 

“I didn’t program anything The Engineer. Ya know me better than that. Would I really leave somethin’ ‘round to mess with you like this?” He questioned, picking his head back up and fixing his boyfriend with a stare. “How am I supposed ta tell ya somethin’ I don’t know? That ain’t even possible. I don’t mess with intelligence’s. I draft models. I build frames. I ain’t gonna go writin’ up a conscious that ain’t gonna see the light a day! Don’t even have the programs ta do that. Ya woulda known if I was anyway!” 

Weight shifted and he moved closer to the other, carefully walking across the desk. 

@gcldandblxe

Halfway through his attempts to figure out just how to get down from his desk without dying, because surely the distance would kill him at this height, his savior appeared. 

“The Engineer!” Relief flooded through him and he waved his arms, trying to get the man’s attention. “The Engineer! ‘m here! Hey! Aye! The Engineer!” His voice couldn’t carry very far at his size and he frowned, realizing the chances of being heard were very small. No pun intended.

He scampered over the various tools on his desk, trying to make as much noise as possible to gather the English male’s attention. Pencils rolled and screws scattered, metallic twinkling coming from the tool as he pushed against them. 

Psh. Please. The Engineer had utter and complete faith in Oscar - so did the Sixth, even if Oscar himself didn’t. If the Sixth ever tried to get rid of Oscar…well, he would have to get rid of The Engineer too because there was no way The Engineer would remain if Oscar was forced to leave.

But that wouldn’t be happening because Oscar was a genius - hence why The Engineer could so easily believe this was a prank.

The Engineer pursed his lips and reached to pick up one of Oscar’s arms, giving a gentle squeeze to try and feel for material. Surely, this was some action figure, a tiny robot, perhaps? Oscar couldn’t have just shrunk; he wasn’t some shirt that had been given poor treatment in the wash.

Still sceptical on whether or not this was a prank, The Engineer straightened up and folded his arms, still pursing his lips. Could’ve programmed it to speak like this; it had referred to Oscar as ‘he’, after all! Not ‘I’. Would’ve said ‘I’ if this was really his Star Face. Not some fake Star Face.

“Hmm. That is certainly strange, Oscar. If that is your real name,” The Engineer replied, nodding in fake sympathy. “But, you can jump down, s’alright. I can just repair you, no problem.”

And have a look at the thing’s insides, whilst he was at it. Quality craftsmanship here, Oz, quality craftsmanship.

Still not a prank. God dammit. 

He grumbled as his arm was squeezed, knowing The Engineer wouldn’t find anything as far as a joint or a seam went. No. Just his bones and flesh. Blood. Squeeze too tight and he might break something. 

“That is my real name! Oscar. Williams. I picked it out fer myself in High School. The Engineer I ain’t playin’ games right now.” Hands came apart to gesture angrily as he spoke, “If I jump down? ‘m gonna die. I ain’t a robot and I ain’t an action figure!” There were no wires to repair. No gears or cogs to put back into place. His body would break and there’d be a small blood splatter. Maybe some brain matter if he hit his head hard enough.

How was he supposed to convince him? Why did his partner have to think so highly of him? To honestly think he could..could make something so technical. 

@gcldandblxe

Halfway through his attempts to figure out just how to get down from his desk without dying, because surely the distance would kill him at this height, his savior appeared. 

“The Engineer!” Relief flooded through him and he waved his arms, trying to get the man’s attention. “The Engineer! ‘m here! Hey! Aye! The Engineer!” His voice couldn’t carry very far at his size and he frowned, realizing the chances of being heard were very small. No pun intended.

He scampered over the various tools on his desk, trying to make as much noise as possible to gather the English male’s attention. Pencils rolled and screws scattered, metallic twinkling coming from the tool as he pushed against them. 

Psh. Of course Oscar would’ve been trusted. Peter would’ve have to have been a fool not to trust Oscar; he was already a big enough fool not to have called upon him before.

But Oscar would get his time to shine, The Engineer knew it.

That time, unfortunately, would not be any time soon because…because he was…

The Engineer gaped at the sight of him - his boyfriend, smaller than the ruler nearby. Who usually stood tall over The Engineer, now was…tiny. Very tiny. Tinier than a human being should be - than his Star Face should be!

Gloved hands came up and pushed his goggles upwards to rub at his eyes, sure that he was seeing things, before he settled the tinted lenses over his optics again and looked once more.

No, no, that was Oscar. Tiny, tiny Oscar. Very real, very tiny Oscar.

He blinked rapidly, trying to sort out his sight once more, before he processed the question Oscar was asking. “W-Wha - I - Uh - A-About, yeah. Alright.” He leaned in a little closer, both to remedy the hearing problem and to get a better look at his miniscule lover. This wasn’t some…action figure, was it? Some prank? Oh, Oscar was pranking him, wasn’t he? This was it. Some action figure; the real Oscar was about to pop out any time soon.

The Engineer scoffed out a laugh at the thought, shaking his head slowly. “Alright, Oz…Almost got me with this one…” He shook his head, then reached over and prodded Oscar’s tummy with one finger. “So lifelike…Wonder what ‘e made it out of…?”

Mrph. Doubtful considering how reluctant Oscar was to put himself out there to offer assistance with the automatons already. It was too much..pressure. What if he messed something up? What if he KILLED one of ‘em? It was a wonder Blackjack trusted him enough to fix little things here and there. It’d be a miracle if the Sixth ever gave him the time of day. The fear that he’d stroll down and inform Oscar he was fired was still very real. 

He stood there, watching his partner rub at his eyes in disbelief and shook his head with a soft sigh. No The Engineer was not seeing things. Yes Oscar was that small. No it wasn’t a trick or anything of the sort!  How in the world would an action figure have this level of articulation? Why would it emote and react like he was? Even Oscar wasn’t that good. 

Feet were braced as a finger reached down to poke at his stomach and the freckled male scowled up at his boyfriend before swatting at the digit in his personal space. 

“He didn’t make me outta anythin’! It’s me! This ain’t a prank! It ain’t anythin’--!” He took a step back from the imposing finger and wrung his own hands together anxiously. “I-I woke up. I fell asleep on my desk and and I woke up like this! I’ve been stuck on my desk fer ages! I can’t make the jump down without hurtin’ myself!” 

@gcldandblxe

Halfway through his attempts to figure out just how to get down from his desk without dying, because surely the distance would kill him at this height, his savior appeared. 

“The Engineer!” Relief flooded through him and he waved his arms, trying to get the man’s attention. “The Engineer! ‘m here! Hey! Aye! The Engineer!” His voice couldn’t carry very far at his size and he frowned, realizing the chances of being heard were very small. No pun intended.

He scampered over the various tools on his desk, trying to make as much noise as possible to gather the English male’s attention. Pencils rolled and screws scattered, metallic twinkling coming from the tool as he pushed against them. 

The Engineer sighed and laid his chin on one hand, using the other to drum on the desk.

He knew Oscar well, knew he wasn’t usually out for so long. Call him impatient, but he was starting to get bored, starting to wonder where on earth his boyfriend had gotten to. Disappeared, it looked like. Didn’t usually work so close to the Sixth, so - unless Peter was finally giving the attention a genius like Oscar deserved - he was starting to doubt Oscar was with their boss.

So, that left a taffy run.

The Engineer’s brow creased. Oh, gosh. What if the sweet shop got crowded? What if there were more people than Oscar could handle? What if Oscar got overwhelmed and started to freak out? What if he was huddled in a corner somewhere, having a panic attack with no loving boyfriend to help him out of it?

The Engineer started to straighten up. “…Maybe I should go look for him…” He muttered thoughtfully. Had to make sure Oscar was okay, right?

Just as he started to rise from Oscar’s stool, he felt something tug at his sleeve and jolted, spinning around in the stool in alarm. What on earth? Had he just…imagined that? Surely, it was the way he’d begun to straighten his arm, just the way the material moved. The Englishman was about to shrug it off when he felt it once more and caught movement out of the corner of his eye - his right eye, this time.

Y’know. The one that worked.

And, right now, he wasn’t sure he believed it.

Jaw dropped and words barely escaped him; he could only manage a spluttered “O-Oscar?!” at the sight before him.

Even if he were with their boss, The Engineer would have been the first to know. Oscar would have immediately texted him to let him know he wouldn’t be in his lab and to freak out over the fact that he was being trusted to work alongside Peter. 

While the idea that The Engineer would go looking for him in the event of anything happening was sweet and heart warming, that was the last thing Oscar needed right now. He wouldn’t be able to navigate himself out of his lab, let alone the MANOR to go get help from anyone else. 

The Engineer was his first and last hope. Otherwise he’d be a miserable desk decoration for the rest of his life, stuck with his own work and his tools forever. Or at least until people searched the lab for clues on his whereabouts. But that could take ages! 

At the sputter of his name, he scrambled back to his feet, hands moving to dust off his lab coat from the fall and he stared up at his boyfriend before nodding and waving his hands once more. 

@gcldandblxe

Halfway through his attempts to figure out just how to get down from his desk without dying, because surely the distance would kill him at this height, his savior appeared. 

“The Engineer!” Relief flooded through him and he waved his arms, trying to get the man’s attention. “The Engineer! ‘m here! Hey! Aye! The Engineer!” His voice couldn’t carry very far at his size and he frowned, realizing the chances of being heard were very small. No pun intended.

He scampered over the various tools on his desk, trying to make as much noise as possible to gather the English male’s attention. Pencils rolled and screws scattered, metallic twinkling coming from the tool as he pushed against them. 

The Engineer bobbed his head to the tune he was humming, then faltered as some small noise reached his ears. He couldn’t be quite sure of what it was and he squinted behind his goggles, then raised a hand to twist his pinky finger in his ear to clean it out. Out popped his finger and he listened again. No, it was still there. Something in the distance, perhaps? Maybe the automatons?

He shrugged and leaned back against the desk and continued humming.

When the metallic twinkling reached his ears, he jolted and looked over his left shoulder automatically. “The heck?” He muttered. What had that been? Hm. Maybe he’d knocked something when he’d leaned back.

He watched as his boyfriend cleaned his ear free and let out a sigh, shaking his head and propping his hands on his hips. Alright. Yelling wouldn’t work. Rolling about items wouldn’t work. He had to think..bigger. Louder. 

Never out this long. No! He wasn’t! Because he didn’t enjoy being out and about unless it were with the man currently ignoring him. Not on purpose but. Still. Ignoring his small attempts at making contact. If The Engineer would look to the drawer he’d know Oscar’s keys were still in it. So he clearly wasn’t driving out on the town. Wasn’t off on a taffy run! 

He let out a huff of air before rushing over to the elbow that landed on the edge of his desk. Tiny hands bunched at the fabric there and he tugged at the other’s lab coat with all the strength he could muster hoping to get his attention once more. Feet braced themselves and arms locked whilst he tuuuugged harder before force had him letting go and falling on his ass.