#bisexualdisaster

Summary: It's exercising its second amendment right let it be.

Authors note at end

“I made us dinner,” Otto said.

“Thanks.”

“Do you want to sit and eat?” he motioned to the table.

“...Sure, can you help me get there?” You asked. You felt the actuator wrap around you and you cried out in pain, why wasn’t your spider healing or durability or something kicking in? The actuator set you down and you groaned.

“Are you ok?” Otto asked.

“Why do you care? You’ve been using that-that thing to pick me up all the time!” You hissed.

“I thought you were exaggerating… I told them to be gentle.” he glanced at his actuators, who shrugged.

“Well obviously they didn’t listen,” you said.

“I’ll help you to the table.”

“Thank you.” 

You saw him walk over, the actuators were not happy, he helped you up and you limped over to the table, his hands were rough and strong, you knew he wasn’t going to let you go, and for a minute you believed your Otto was back.

That was until the actuators knocked him on the head and he plopped you unceremoniously onto a chair and pushed a spoon in your hand.

“...Spaghetti?” you asked, smelling the pasta dish, you tapped on the table with your spoon.

“Yes.” 

You felt the other side of the eating utensil and frowned. “How the hell am I supposed to eat spaghetti with a spoon?” 

You asked

“I don’t trust you with a fork.”

“You know I could easily use a spoon to scoop your eyes out, Otto… Then you’d be like me.”

“Or you could eat with your hands?” Otto suggested.

You glowered as you threw the spoon in his direction, you started eating with your hands just to piss him off.

“What do I have to do to have you on my side again?” Otto asked, fed up.

“Stop being a raging psychopath who kidnaps old ladies and blind people? And stop fighting Spiderman?” you offered.

“Spiderman fought me-”

“Because you robbed a bank!”

“I did it to build the reactor!”

“Which failed! And you knew it would, but you listened to those…those things anyway!” 

“I didn’t have a choice! They were going to kill you if I didn’t and-and I’ll do anything just to shut them up for a single moment.” Otto cried out.

You paused. “You really mean that?”

“Yes, yes I do and-” one of the actuators clicked at him and he sighed.

“They’ll still kill you if we don’t complete our mission.”

“Great… Do you have any napkins?” you asked.

Otto handed you a napkin and you cleaned up. 

“Is there anything else you need Otto? If not I-I should go to sleep.”

“It’s only 7..”

“Well my body’s been working to heal me and… other things so it feels like 2 am for me, do you need anything?” you repeated.

You. he thought, but he kept it to himself.

“No, no I don’t. I hope that you’ll… I hope that you’ll grow to tolerate it here, I wish it didn’t have to be this way y/n, I really do. And I hope that when this is all over… we can start over.” 

“Ok Otto,” you said dismissively, you were too tired to try and decipher his words, to see if he was still in there, you fell asleep. 

You woke up to Alfred purring next to you, you smiled as you pet him, you were feeling better… You fumbled around for your blindfold and put it on, it was starting to become muscle memory. 

“I set up a room for you,” Otto said.

“How?” you asked, from what you could tell he had an unusually nice bathroom, one “room” that was separated by curtains, and a makeshift kitchen with a table in the middle… and the couch, there were also the many, many lab supplies that he most definitely stole. You put your feet on the ground and stomped, you found that there was a new “room” about six feet away from Ottos. That was… nice of him.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Since you’re going to stay here a while… I figured you needed your own area. I got a bed, blankets, a chest with some clothes, and toiletries for you, I also got you another one of those sticks you whacked me with.” he said.

“Thanks.”

“Can I lead you over?” he asked.

“Yes.” you felt him help you up and lead you over there, you missed his touch, you wanted to be with him… but you wouldn’t, not while he’s like this. But that didn’t mean you didn’t want him to pin you against the wall and rearrange your guts.

Wow, you had issues.

Otto opened the curtains and led you inside. “It’s not much… but you should be able to have some privacy and your own space.”

“How thoughtful. Can I have my whack stick?” Otto handed you the white cane.

“...do you need shoes? This floor is… filthy,” he asked.

“No, I’m fine, I can sweep,” you said.

“Are you sure? I can-” “Otto, I’m fine,” you said firmly, he paused.

“I need your help again.”

“What do you need?”

“You had a theory on how to harvest Tardigrades, correct?”

“Yes, a theory.” you pointed out. “I think I figured it out, come with me.” he led you over to his lab station. “Yes she can learn about this, no it won’t hurt our mission, Larry for the last time put that gun away!” Larry clicked angrily at you and put the gun down. 

You listened to him explain his theory, the author was too lazy to figure out the logistics so you get this I don’t care I don’t super science read a textbook if you want accuracy you came for his tig ol biddies.

“That… actually might work. But Otto just because you could doesn’t mean you should I think-”

“So you think it will work?” Otto asked.

“Yes, but that’s not what I was getting-” you objected.

“Ok, ok thank you.” Otto excitedly got to work, you huffed and walked back to your room. Alfred was already cuddled up, you figured that you had time to practice basic motor skills, and maybe you could try putting on socks at least, Otto was right, the floor was filthy. Alfred purred happily as you tried to brush your hair, put it up, brush your teeth, the simple things you never thought you would have to take slowly, you still had to tap everywhere, and stomp your feet, and at this point, you were terrified of even putting your feet off anything solid. You put on one of the shirts he got you, it was huge. You sighed as you pulled on some shorts, he really couldn’t bother to try and guess your size? You couldn’t blame him, this was more practical and logical. You could see Otto working, the actuators clicked and moved around, it was fascinating to watch if you were, to be honest, it looked just like how an octopus moved, you were happy his team listened to you. You spotted a broom and got to work, as you swept… and stepped in your dust piles… and swept some more you heard Otto singing to himself, he had an amazing voice, although it was very raspy, it had a charm to it, you never knew he had that… probably because Olivia was screeching all the time in your office. You stopped and listened to him, a small smile creeping on your face. 

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you heard Otto ask. 

You stumbled and stepped into your dust pile again, you cursed under your breath. “I can’t stare, I was listening… You have a nice voice, I didn’t know that.”

“I do?” Otto asked.

“Yes, I never knew that about you, I like it.”

“Well if you like it, I’ll sing some more.” Otto offered.

“Really?” you smiled.

“Yes, really.”

You hesitated, he was being too nice. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I convinced them that you would be more cooperative if we were nicer to you-”

“Of course.” you cut him off coldly.

“And I still love you. And whether you don’t love me back I can handle it… I just want to take care of you.”

“Then let me go.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“...goodnight Otto.”

“Y/n it’s 12 pm-”

“I said goodnight!” you ran back into your room and tried to cry, but you couldn’t. He still loved you, he was still in there, and you loved him too, you loved him so much it hurt, but you were scared of what would happen if you were his, he was unpredictable, dangerous. And you’ve been with dangerous people before, and it was a nightmare. You refused to live that nightmare again.

“You said that if I revealed my feelings she would listen to me, and that didn’t happen! No, Larry stop proposing that we kill her, we’re not doing that! Just-just work on the calculations, I’ll go talk to her.” you saw him walking towards you, one of the actuators was writing on a clipboard, and the others were clicking nervously.

“y/n…” he started.

“I love you too Otto, but I’m scared.” you blurted out. “What are you scared of dear?” he asked, hovering over you, even though you knew he did that because you were taller than him, and that always bothered him for some reason, it was still so fucking hot. “You! I’m scared of you, I don’t want to be but stars Otto, you-you’ve changed and I can’t bear to lose you because if I accept this Otto then the old one is gone and you’ll eventually be gone and I’ll have no one and you’re insane, you’re insane but I can’t help myself and-” 

Otto pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss, his hands wrapped around your waist, rough and firm as he pulled you closer, you kissed him back, you’ve been wanting this for far too long.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, you’re mine,” he growled. 

That was all you ever wanted.

Authors note:

HAHA YOU THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE SMEXY TIME? GET PRANKED SIMP LOL

"I just really love you and if you don't know that before I go to sleep I'm doing something wrong

Not a normal, "I love you"

Like a

My world would shatter if you asked it to

My universe would cease to exist on your command

My heart would follow you for a billion miles and carry you on the way back

Type of vibe

Power hungry dark haired Daddys with sexy voices and BDE that are trying to take out the avatar.

See Kuvira & Zuko

Summary: Martha pls come back with the kids I'm begging you I'll be a better father I'm sorry I invested in that Garfield themed diner it seemed like a good idea because haha it's Garfield pls come back Martha.

I Dunno I think the stupid titles, summaries and pics are funny. I do actually try with the chapters but I just go chaotic with everything else if it becomes too much pls just tell me I love y'all XOXO

“You brought the bird?” your dad asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Her name is Olivia, and she will be helping me take care of the kittens.” The kittens meowed in response.

“Kittens? Water Bear-”

“They needed a foster home and nobody else would step up, I have the materials to make their nest, and Olivia protects them and Bip became their mother.”

“y/n…”

“They only need to be fed every 4-6 hours so I will take my breaks then, I have a mat for messes and-”

“Ok, ok they can stay! Set them up and meet me in lab 1 as soon as possible.” He hurried off before you could answer.

You sighed as you started to head up the stairs, it was very difficult, you forgot that the elevator was broken. You panted as you trudged up the stairs to the third floor, on your way to your office you glanced into Otto's lab, he wasn’t there. You sighed, disappointed. It didn’t take too long to set up the areas, and once you were certain that Bip, the kittens, and Olivia were safe, you went down the stairs to meet your father. Once you entered the lab you felt out of place, it was too sterile. You spotted your father talking to a group of scientists, you could tell he was getting agitated. You walked up to him and listened in.

“PETA breathing down our necks, and the government is threatening to pull away! I don’t care if you have to work all night, get it done.” He turned around and noticed you.

“Ah, Doctor Osborne, I am so glad to see you, this is Doctor Mendel Stromm, he has been leading this strength and intelligence serum we have been trying to perfect.” he introduced you to an older, balding man, he offered his hand and you shook it. “I remember, what do you need me to look at?” You asked.

“Doctor Osborne if you would follow me please.” He ushered her over to a lab station, which held several green serums, it also held many, many lab rats. You frowned.

“You can’t keep that many rats in one area. You can have 4-5 in a larger area, I can draft enclosure plans if you require them, are you giving them any enrichment?” “Enrichment?” 

“Yes, wood chews, mirrors, toys, scents. Things to keep them occupied, and what are you feeding them?” “Pellets.”

“I’ll send you a diet plan as well. I can have the plans for you at the end of the day, I also recommend taking them out and spending time with them.”

“Doesn’t that seem like a bit much Doctor?” Stromm objected. “Dr. Rozenswig and Dr. Bennet ran an experiment in 1972 that tested lab rats, those who were given the care that I have outlined had increased size in their cerebral cortex which enlarged the neurons and synapses and found increased chemical activity. Do you know how that would benefit your experiment Stromm?”

“It would give us a higher validity.” He concluded.

“Thank you, I will have the outline for you by the end of the week.” You shook his hand and walked out back to your office. 

Otto was standing outside your office. 

“y/n can I come in?” He yelled.

“No!” You heard Olivia yell, you smiled, she had an almost spot-on impression of you, and it was easily mistaken for you through a wall. “I just want to make sure you’re ok.” He called out.

“No!” Olivia responded.

“No as in you don’t want me to come in or no you’re not ok?” 

“No!” 

“You’re not making this easy.”

“Could you let me get into my office Otto?” you ask behind him.

He jumped and turned around.

“y/n! How-who-” “Olivia’s in there.” You explained. “You brought the bird?” He asked.

“I brought Olivia yes, as well as Bip and some foster kittens. Would you like to meet them?” You opened the door, to which you found Olivia gnawing on a wood log, Bip and the kittens were asleep, Bip looked up sleepily and yawned. It was always a bonus to have the kittens around, Olivia didn’t squawk as much, but she glared at Otto.

“She still doesn’t like men, huh?” He asked, standing in the doorway. “Like all parrots, she’s picky with people and has a type.” “So that’s a no?”

You laugh as you hand Olivia a macadamia nut, she squawks happily. 

“Do you want to see the kittens?” You ask.

“Maybe during lunch, I have a meeting with investors to go to.” He grumbled.

“Oh, well I will see you then. I need to create a care guide for Dr. Stromm.” You get up and sit down, you set up an extra keyboard, and open up a word document. Olivia hopped down from her perch and began picking at the keys. Otto laughed as he left, closing the office door. When you knew he was gone you couldn’t help but erupt in a big, stupid smile as you typed away. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Summary: Otto pets a cat, no not that cat you heathens

Authors note: So ummm my car, phone and wallet got stolen yesterday... Yeah I'm not joking so yet again ya girl is coping by writing woot woot

...I'm fine

The plans were easy to create, now you just had to make sure that Dr. Stromm implemented them, you practically had every animal care plan engrained in your memory, jammed in between the useless animal facts and your side obsession with micro organisms. You printed them out and put them in a manilla folder. You gave Olivia a few scritches and left your office. When you got down to the lab you noticed that they were running tests, you stood on the side to observe. The lab assistant plunged the needle into the rat and it squeaked out in pain, you flinched. It took a few moments but pretty soon you saw it start to flinch, it was put in an elaborate maze, and then several puzzles, it got them all right on the first try. But something changed when the rat had nothing to do, it grew agitated, it lunged at the lab assistant but ran into glass instead. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Does this happen every test?” You ask sharply.

“Not most tests-” Dr. Stromm started.

“Give me a percentage.” You demand.

“50% of them,” he admitted,

“50%? What changes have you made? Has that number gone down, or up?” You ask.

“That’s none of your concern Doctor.” he countered.

“This is directly involving the rats that are being tested, it does concern me.”

“It’s gone down. If we don’t run tests then we would be unable to do anything.”

“...so what happens to the rats that exhibit these behaviors?” “We separate them, study them and then sacrifice them to the study to dissect their brains.” 

You sighed, this was a part of animal testing, and you knew that was the standard procedure, you handed him the folder.

“This outlines all the care they require, do the same for the… different rats but keep them separated. I suggest giving those rats more enrichment and activities and observing their reaction.” 

“Is that all Doctor?” Stromm muttered.

“No, the more content you make the rat, the easier it will be to run tests.” You glanced at the lab assistant's hand, which had several scratches and bite marks.

“To prevent that, you need to insert the serum at the nape of the neck, pinch the skin, it eases the pain. To hold them you need to either let them get onto you or scoop them like so.” You demonstrate picking them up. 

“This way it is less painful for you and the rat, I will print out positive reinforcement training and run a session with you all next week, this will make things a lot easier, and your serum more valid. I will check in next week.” You gave an awkward thumbs up as you left the lab.

“And what happens if we don’t do what you requested? This will cost us time, money, and resources that we don’t have.” Stromm called out.

“I’ll call PETA, and I’ll tell them that you refused to listen to the one Oscorp hired to clean up this PR disaster.” You smiled as you walked out, but as soon as you were certain nobody was watching, you immediately frowned. You hated this.

You went up the stairs to Dr. Connor's floor, he had been with Oscorp for a while and had been working on regenerative medicine, your father said that besides the rats and the serum, this was PETA’s next target. You walked into the room where you found Dr. Connors talking to one of his lab assistants. 

“Yes, yes thank you, Andrew, that’ll be all.” He squinted at his clipboard and sighed, you cleared your throat. Upon hearing that he looked up and smiled. “I heard that there would be a new Doctor Osborne working here, it’s so nice to see you again.” he set down the clipboard and offered his left hand to shake, he couldn’t with his right since it was well, missing. You took his hand and smiled. “I’m excited to be here.” You lied. “Now as much as I would like to stay with you and chat, I do have work to do.” 

“Ah, yes I do as well. You’re here for the lizards and Axolotls?” he asked.

“When did you get Axolotls?” You asked.

“5 years ago, I’m surprised your father never told you that. They’re through here.” He opened the door to reveal sterile tanks of geckos, green iguanas, chameleons, and some Axolotls, you immediately groaned, this was going to be a lot of work.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Well first off these tanks are too small and they have the wrong heating, no substrate or any clutter whatsoever, and are those rodent water bottles? Oh stars, what are you feeding them?”

“...pellets.” He admitted.

You took a deep breath. “Dr. Connors, if I may be so blunt… I want to punch you in the face for being so stupid about this.”

“I’m sorry?” He gasped.

“How do you think these animals can just…” you trailed off as you noticed that a lot of the lizards had their tails missing, and the Axolotls had too many limbs missing, your mouth opened as you connected the dots.

“You have been cutting off their limbs? And-and are the Axolotls adults?” You asked.

“Yes, they metamorphized 5 years ago shortly after I got them.”

“They’re going to die soon.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“Axolotls are able to remain in their juvenile state for as long as they need to, but if their water is the wrong temperature, pH level, or they are induced to high levels of stress, they undergo metamorphosis into adults, where they have five years left to live. And I’m guessing you did all of the things I just listed?” You asked.

He simply nodded, and you sighed. “I’ll create care packets, I’ll have them for you by the end of this week, I’ll need to have your whole team here to undergo training for their care, and I will research methods on how to… cut off limbs as humanly as possible.” You tell him.

“Is all this really necessary?” He asked.

“Yes, it is. I’m just doing my job, Dr. Connors,” you replied as you left the lab.

“A bit too well…” he muttered.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you walked up to floor three, you needed food, and the kittens needed food. You walked past Otto's lab.

“y/n!” He called out.

“Huh?” You turned around and gave a tired smile.

“Hey Otto.” you nod.

“Are you still available for lunch?” He asked.

“I’m so sorry! I forgot all about that, I’ve just been having so many things on my mind and I-”

“It’s ok, we can do it another time.” He smiled. “I didn’t say no.”

His face brightened “I know this place-”

“I’m sorry again, but I can’t go out… I need to feed the kittens and I need to save these idiot doctors from themselves.” you turned red, that one slipped out.

“It’s alright, I can grab lunch later, do you want to talk about it? I can help you feed the kittens, you know I’m a cat person.” He opened the office door for you and was promptly hit by a stick Olivia threw. He sighed.

“Olivia!” you scolded as you walked in.

“I should have braced for that.” He admitted.

“She does that to every man, you’ve just been in the office the most. You should see Harry around her, he’s terrified.” you chuckled.

“I can see why…” he ducked as another stick flew towards him. You rolled your eyes as you took out her food. 

“Is this what you want?” You asked as you set the bowl up. Her eyes dilated as she gave a little dance as she dug in, immediately spilling a lot of the food. You couldn’t help but smile as you sat down next to Otto, you took the bottles out of the bag and picked up one of the kittens. You offered them a drop of formula, when they tasted that they immediately latched onto the bottle, and you smiled.

“That is adorable.” Otto smiled as he watched you. 

“Would you like to try? I could use the help.”

“I would love to help, y/n.” He smiled as he copied your movements, when the kitten started bottle feeding he gave a small laugh.

He’s so adorable… You thought as both of you continued feeding the kittens.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are we all idiots?” he asked.

“You’re not an idiot… I think. But Stromm and Connors made the list. I-I just want to save these animals, but I can’t. And I know that Connor's research will save lives if it is successful and that it’s for the greater good, and although I despise Stromm, his serum is going to save Oscorp… I’m just doing the best I can, but it’s still painful.” You ranted.

“I’m sorry to hear that…” Otto apologized.

“It’s not your fault. Have you ever heard of Temple Grandin?” You asked.

He shook his head.

“She’s incredible, she’s the one who put USDA into place… She does what I do, tell the farmers what the livestock didn’t like and how to make them more comfortable… And even though she loves the animals, she says ‘Just because an animal is going to die doesn’t mean they should have the best life.’ so… I guess I just need to be like her.”

“I wish it didn’t have to be that way. But you really are making it better for them.” Otto told you.

“I know, it sucks, life sucks, everyone sucks… But I just need to push through, keep working and eventually it’ll all work out.” You say.

“So how long do you have the kittens?” Otto changed the subject, one of the kittens fell asleep in one of his hands, he pets it gently, he was amazing…

“For another 5 weeks at least, they’ll contact me when they’re ready to be adopted.” You answered. “I like this one…” He muttered.

“You should adopt him when he’s ready.” you smiled.

“I might…”

The two of you talked for a while. It was so easy to talk to him, you both just got each other. You looked up at the clock and sighed. “I need to finish the care packets… and reports.” You explained. “I understand, I have my reactor to get back to, do-do you want to have lunch again tomorrow?” He asked.

“Y-yes of course!” You nodded a bit too enthusiastically. 

Otto handed you back the kitten and smiled as he got up. 

“I’ll see you around y/n.” he promised as he left your office.

I love that man… you thought.

Otto walked into his office, a lab assistant handed him his clipboard and he paged through it, but he wasn’t focused on that. 

Oh no… he thought.

Summary: Y/N *waddles back to Monica*

Summary, cont.: *I collapse on my knees and bang the floor, I cry out in agony, asking God why would they do this. But I remember I'm an atheist, and that I am God, I did this, I made you go back to Monica*

Summary, cont, cont.: Hee hee

You listened to Otto, there were no more lunch dates, and only nods and polite small talk. You hated it. But you couldn’t do anything about it, so you worked, day after day, week after week, month after month, until it turned into a year, the fusion reactor was almost ready for tests, Harry was making sure to have all the media outlets excited for it.

“They seriously want me to attend this?” You grumble as you open the invitation for some charity ball. You knew you had to go, but you didn’t want to. You sighed as you dug out your fancy dress, you only needed one. You liked it because it had pockets, more clothes needed pockets.

You walked into the building and immediately froze, Otto and Monica were both there, at the bar. You cursed under your breath as you shuffled as far away from them as possible, luckily your brother was there, along with MJ and Peter. Harry and MJ were holding glasses of alcohol, Peter had orange juice. You grabbed the drinks out of both of their hands and downed them.

“Hey!” they both complained.

“You’re both underaged, and I need to get drunk tonight. Get some orange juice like Peter.” Peter turned red as you grabbed three champagne flutes and downed them. The three glanced at each other worriedly.

“Sis are you sure-”

“Harry, bud I love you. But I don’t want to be here, so I’m just going to get drunk, help you donate some money for Oscorp, and then wallow in self pity, ok?” 

MJ shrugged and the four of you started talking again, you liked Harrys friends, they were cool, and you always wanted a little sister, and Peter was less agitating than Harry, so it worked out.

“Did she really just down five glasses of alcohol at once?” Otto muttered to himself.

“She’s basically a functioning alcoholic at this point.” he heard a voice answer.

Otto turned to face the voice, he frowned. “I know you.” 

“Doctor Monica Reeves.” she offered her hand, but he didn’t take it.

“Harsh. So you know y/n?” She asked.

“We work together. I’ve never seen her drink before.” 

“She doesn’t drink a lot.”

“You just said she was basically a functioning-”

“She has a high tolerance. I helped her get that.”

“You’re insane.” 

“Wrong, I’m a manipulative psychopathic and sociopathic narcissist with a superiority complex.” she took a sip of wine. “Jesus,” he muttered.

“Yep.”

“How did she ever fall in love with you?” 

“Do you really wanna know?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. I met her in a master's psychology class, she was focusing on animal behavior and I wanted to be a psychiatrist.”

“There’s no way you’re a psychiatrist.” 

“I am, I’m also a couples counselor.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“One of the best in Manhatten. Anyway, this was after her mom died, she was what, 19? A freshman in College? Oh man, she was a mess, I heard about the infamous Osborn daughter, breaking down in classes. After that Norman coped in his own way, by mercifully commanding her-” “That’s a weird term.” he interrupted.

“It’s from Milgram, and if you knew that study you would understand exactly what he was doing, telling her to put all her energy into her work, that if she worked hard enough she would get what she deserved. So she did that, and she graduated with her undergrad at the end of her Sophomore year.”

“I already know this.”

“Let me set this up. Problem is, you can’t cope by just shoving it under, she was studying animal behavior so we shared Psychology. She was an easy diagnosis.”

“What was her diagnosis?”

“She obviously has ADHD, ADD, depression, severe anxiety, difficulty connecting with people, and instead of dealing with her emotions, lack of stability, and no social groups to support her, she uses animals instead as well as work. But animals don’t fill her need for emotional closeness.” Monica answered.

“So you brought it upon yourself to be that emotional closeness.”

“Of course I did, she was pathetic. I felt sorry for her.” 

“How can you say those things?” “If you don’t want to hear me talk about her, then leave.” Otto stayed.

“That’s what I thought, I’ll get to you next, you’re a riot. Anyway, I felt sorry for her, so I became her counselor, her psychiatrist, I finally got her on the right meds, I became her only friend, and her girlfriend, she did anything I wanted, I’ve never been able to control someone like that-” “You’re sick.” 

“I know. Being with her was exhausting, I mean I definitely helped her, she’s so much better now, but I hated being with her, so demanding.”

“I never knew about any of this…”

“You weren’t around.”

“...If you hated being with her, then why did you stay with her?” 

“The sex.” 

Otto looked at her, shocked.

“What? I’ve never had-”

“We’re done here.” Otto got up to leave.

“You don’t want me to tell you what I think about you?” Monica called out.

Otto hesitated and slowly sat down.

“You’re a textbook narcissist who hides it by creating experiments that help others, justifying it to yourself and others. But you love the attention, you love having everyone say how smart and kind you are by building this reactor, you love stringing y/n around, you love how she wants you, but you’re fighting with yourself because what, you want to be noble? Norman’s dead. Do whatever you want.”

“It’s the principle of it-”

“Wow. The principle,” she mocks.

“There’s a lot of self-hatred in there as well, what did you do Otto?” 

Otto turned red and looked down at his glass.

“That’s none of your concern.” He snapped.

Monica chuckled and took a swig of whiskey.

“My point is, fuck principles. You’re both consenting, legal adults. And she loves you.”

“She’s confused.”

“She loves you, do you love her?” “...I can’t.”

“You’re pathetic, I’m going to go talk to her, you follow me and I cut you.” She got up and left, leaving a stunned Otto.

What a bitch… He thought as he got up to follow her, he could take a beating.

Harry took your 6th glass of wine from you. 

“I was almost done with that!” you whined.

“I think it’s time to go home… Peter, MJ? I still need to write our grant.” Harry rubbed his forehead.

“I’m fine!” You object.

“y/n I think we should-” MJ started.

“Pshhhh. I just need to pee.” You wave her off as you stumble towards the restrooms, you didn’t notice the glances, you couldn’t really make out faces at this point.

“Do you need some help?” a female voice asked.

“Huh?” you asked, you couldn’t make out the face, your mind was so foggy… the voice sounded familiar…

“I said do you need some help?” the voice asked.

You nodded, and the person led you towards the restrooms. 

You don’t remember a lot, you remember… kissing? And then something else happened, then there was yelling… and then you passed out.

You woke up at your brother's penthouse, you had a wicked headache. MJ was reading a book next to you.

“MJ?” you croaked.

“Hey y/n.” she smiled, she handed you a glass of water, and you started drinking it.

“What the hell happened?” You asked.

“Well, you went to the bathroom, it was so crowded I wasn’t able to see Monica approaching you.”

You groaned. That’s who the voice was.

“I don’t know much but it seems like she… took advantage of you, I’m sorry y/n…”

You weren’t surprised. You just gave a nod.

“But I think Otto spotted Monica taking you in there, he talked to security and they managed to stop her. Then she and Otto got in a very, very loud argument…” MJ explained.

“So Harry had to clean it up?” you concluded.

She nodded, “He wanted another woman to help you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Thank you MJ, this means a lot.” 

“Are you ok?” She asked.

Summary: Mistakes were made

I need an Otto version of this meme

The next two months were exhausting, but lunches with Otto made them bearable. Stromm finally listened to you, and Connors did as well, it was better with him because you knew he at least respected you. Otto adopted the kitten and named him Alfred, he had an entire photo album of polaroids that just had Alfred everywhere. You thought that human names for cats were the funniest, when you were little you had a Siamese cat named Bill, everyone loved his name. 

“Are you sure you’re ok keeping my animals company and checking up on them?” You asked worriedly, you found out that your neighbor's daughter also loved animals, and that she had always wanted to visit your home.

The girl nodded enthusiastically. 

“Ok… Please take care of them, I outlined everything in this binder, keep everything in there otherwise they’ll tear it up.” You advise as you handed her a navy binder.

“Thank you Miss Osborne!” she chirped.

“Please, call me y/n. Half of your money is also in there, you’ll get the other half when I get back, any questions?” You asked.

“Not at the moment, I’ll call you if I do.” 

“Thanks again Thea, you’re a lifesaver.” You handed her a copy of the keys as you headed off to work. As you approached however your brow furrowed, there were cop cars everywhere, and caution tape was blocking the entrance, you saw Otto with the rest of the employees, crowding around, asking questions.

“What the hell happened?” You asked him.

“They won’t tell us anything but-” he paused as a stretcher left the building, a white blanket covering a body. Your hand covered your mouth. 

“Who is that?” You heard someone call out.

“The body is yet to be identified.” an officer responded. 

It turned out to be Dr. Stromm, something had mauled him to death, making his face unrecognizable. Your father was under extreme stress, trying to smooth this all out, you started to see him change, and you hated to admit it, but your daily visits turned weekly, he lashed out, and then immediately apologized, he spoke in the third person… Eventually, you couldn’t handle it, and you locked yourself in your townhome, cuddling your animals, and watching the news. That was how you learned that your father was killed.

You and your brother stood over your father's casket, tears were streaming down your face, he just stared. 

“Spider-Man killed him, y/n.” 

“You’ve told me.”

“He has to pay for this!”

“We-we can’t focus on that right now Harry, I’m sorry.” You reached for his hand, he took it. The two of you turned around and you grimaced, your father's team of lawyers, execs, and investors were behind you, waiting to pounce, you put on your best fake smile and wiped away the tears.

“Lovely to see you, Ms. Walters,” you reply.

“We’re sorry for your loss, both of yours.” she apologized.

“Thank you.” You nod.

“What do you all want?” Harry snapped.

You winced.

“As hard as this is for everyone here, we need to discuss the next steps.” she continued.

“Our father died a week ago and you want to discuss the next steps?” Harry asked, disgusted.

“I apologize for him, emotions are running high. Yes, we understand and we’re happy to help.” 

The next month consisted of so much legal, financial, and business stuff you were about to pull your hair out. Your father wrote in his will that Harry would be the next CEO of the company, with you as his mentor and advisor. It was fine with you, you hated business, but you would help Harry make good decisions. It was hard, you kept on working, advising, making public appearances, and taking care of your animals. But whenever you were alone, you would burst out crying. Otto, however, was always there for you. He was grieving as well, Norman and he had been so close, but he stayed strong, for you. 

“I just don’t understand how it could happen.” You say, crying into his shoulder for the third time that day.

He simply stroked your hair comfortingly. “It’s just first my mother, and now him? What does the universe have against us?” you ask.

Otto pulled away and looked at you.

“I don’t know dear… I don’t. But we just need to get through this and-”

You kissed him. He hesitated, but he kissed you back. It was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, this was the one you were meant to be with, and you never wanted it to end. But it did.

He pulled away and stepped back.

“Shit.” He muttered.

“That was-” you started.

“A mistake. I never should have done that, you never should have kissed me.” he started.

“I was going to say amazing.”

“y/n… We can’t kiss, we can’t date, we can’t… anything.”

“Why not?” you ask.

“I am thirty years older than you, and I-I we can’t. You need to be with someone closer to your age and I’m not that person.”

“Stars Otto, everyone my age are all idiots and-”

“I think it might be best if we stay acquaintances,” he muttered.

You opened your mouth to argue but closed it.

“Fine,” you say as you storm out of the lab, you didn’t want anyone else, you wanted him.