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mysteroads · 1 year ago

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Chapter 5: A Bit of Mayhem

I really enjoyed this chapter, so I'm posting it here for people to enjoy! Family fun and mayhem for everyone! (You can click the link for a more reader-friendly format than dear ol' Tumblr.)

Summary: Lydia's plan goes into action.

Friday afternoon was HOT.

Summer had dropkicked Spring all the way into next year, and now was hovering over Winter Pines, rubbing its hands together and laughing maniacally. Heat haze shimmered constantly, the black top had turned into a tar pit, what bits of shade that could be found were pale shadows of their former selves, and the telephone poles along main street had begun to wilt. It was so hot that even the jingle of the ice cream truck sounded like a cry for mercy.

“Kid,” Beetlejuice said, drooping as he followed Lydia home. “You have got to let me teleport you. I’m a corpse. I’m going to start rotting in this heat.”

Lydia held her nose. “You sure you haven’t already?”

Rolling his eyes, he stretched his arm out so he could flick her forehead. “Oh ha-ha. Just for that, I’m going to take over the garbage truck and unload it right into your bedroom window. Then you’ll know the truth about stench."

“You could take off your coat, maybe loosen your tie?” He clutched at his coat and she sighed. “Or not. You do realize I have no intention of stealing your stinky old coat, right? I don’t think the even most desperate homeless person out there would even consider it as an option. Heck, I wouldn’t let an undead cat have undead kittens on it!”

He frowned at her. “Okay. Hurtful.”

"Truthful. Your whole outfit could use a wash even more than you.”

Grumbling, he folded his arms and went into a sulk. Lydia matched his silence until they got to the house. Her gaze moved to the window. Yes, there it was. A bright blue crystal set on the sill. That was the signal that all was prepared.

“I’m going to go change into something cooler,” she said, quickly dumping her bag and shoes and heading for the stairs. “Why don’t you raid the freezer?”

He brightened. “Popsicles?”

“Why not? It’s the day for it.”

Humming happily, Beetlejuice drifted into the kitchen and started poking around in the freezer. Finding his prize, he pulled the wrapper off, ate that, then stuck the popsicle in his mouth. Even though he was alone for the moment, (where were Delia and the Maitlands anyway?) he amused himself by wrapping his long tongue around the popsicle in a suggestive manner, and then giggling as he imagined everyone’s reaction.

Someone cleared their throat behind him and he forced himself not to tense. God/Satan he needed to get over this ‘not liking people behind me’ thing. Sure, he’d never felt comfortable with anyone behind him, but after the whole ‘bad art’ incident, it gave him knots in his stomach like he was going to puke— He should get over it.

Taking a breath, he put a grin on his face and gave the popsicle an extra innuendo-inducing lick as he turned. “Adam… hey s— my man. How ya been?”

Adam gave him what he could only describe as a sheepish smile. “Sorry about this. Have fun, okay?”

“Wha—?” Before he could finish his question, the backdoor flew open behind him and Adam gave him a ghost-powered shove.

Beetlejuice was unprepared, which was the only reason he went flying. And being unprepared was the only reason he hit the grass on his back, plowing up a furrow of dirt, instead of landing on his feet or doing a backflip, as he definitely would’ve done under any other circumstance. That was his story, and he would stick to it.

Groaning, Beetlejuice started to sit up when a shadow fell over him. It was Charles, wearing a dingy t-shirt, those dad sandals that were one step short of flip-flops, and… green swim shorts? The fuck? He was also wearing a huge grin. That was unusual, but it wasn’t what set alarm bells ringing through Beetlejuice’s head. What got the alarm bells going was the absolutely enormous water gun pointed right at his chest.

Still smiling, Charles pulled the slide on the gun and said, “You have to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well do ya, punk?”

Beetlejuice had barely enough time to register that Charles was not only quoting Dirty Harry, but quoting it correctly, before he got blasted.

Swearing, he tried to get away, completely forgetting that he was a demon with powers stupid humans could only dream of.

“BJ! Over here!”

Delia’s voice got his attention and he looked to see her around the corner of the house. She was laughing! But she was also waving to him, urging him over, and all he wanted was to get away from the ungodly amount of water being sprayed on him, so he teleported.

“Cheater!” Charles shouted as he reappeared next to Delia.

Still laughing, Delia used a towel to wipe his face, then pushed something into his hands. “I’m nicer than Charles. I’ll give you a ten second head start.”

“What?!” He looked down to find himself holding a super soaker (not as big as Charles’s, though). Another look showed that Delia was in a tie-dye bikini and a crochet cover-up, and was duel-wielding two water pistols. Normally, he would’ve made a comment, but he was kept from doing so by another stream of water. This one wasn’t aimed at him though, and Delia shrieked, dancing in place as Charles roared with laughter. She whirled on her fiancée, guns held sideways, gangster style.

“Oh, I’ll get you for that, Charles!”

Taking advantage of the distraction, Beetlejuice dashed off, still not knowing what in hellgates was going on. His confusion was compounded as he saw Lydia jumping out her window.

He scrambled to catch her, only to realize that Barbara had beat him to it and was lowering the girl down. Both women saw him and started laughing.

“I see the fight’s begun already!” Lydia shouted, and raised her own gun—which looked bigger than she was— and pointed it right at him as she floated. “Prepare for annihilation.”

“Not you too!” he wailed, back peddling and just barely avoiding the shot she took at him. The grass was already slippery, and the tread on his boots was so worn it was like running across a marble floor in socks. “What the fuck is going on?!”

“It’s hot, you doofus! We’re cooling off! Fight back!”

“What?!”

“Delia gave you your gun. Point and shoot, or surrender now.” Lydia landed, gave Barbara a thumbs up, then turned to Beetlejuice. Her smile frightened him and he found himself clutching his gun to himself like a shield and backing up. She must’ve seen his confused fear, because, more gently, she said, “This is supposed to be fun, BJ. Just a little bit of mayhem to beat the heat. A water fight.” She motioned to herself and the swimsuit she wore. “You have to have seen water fights before, right?”

Water fights?

He looked down at the gun, then back at her, and the smile she wore was suddenly less ominous. He knew what her fake smile looked like, he reminded himself. Lydia actually was a pretty terrible liar. She was smiling like she had when they were haunting the house, or singing during their revenge concert. Like she was… having fun. Not like she had when she’d come back from the Netherworld with a plan for murder.

Okay, so this was just playing? He heard Delia and Charles laughing behind him, and relaxed some more. They laughed like that while playing games, or cooking, or even cleaning the house sometimes.

This was playing.

He looked back down at his water gun again, smiled, and brought it to bear— and immediately got hit in the face. Sputtering, he swiped the water from his eyes and laughed, really laughed. “Oh you little nerk! It is on!”

“Bring it, bug boy!”

Beetlejuice had just managed to score a hit when both he and Lydia were ambushed by Charles and Delia, who had teamed up. The next few minutes were filled with chaos, which was right up his alley once he got used to the idea that he wasn’t the only cause. Didn’t mean he couldn’t be a major contributor though.

Beetlejuice pulled off a fantastic slide through Charles’s legs, then shot him right in the butt. Charles yelped and did a most undignified dance, and Delia laughed so hard she fell down, which made her easy prey for Lydia.

“You know what would make this even more awesome?” Beetlejuice asked, getting to his feet and holding his gun up like an action star. The three Deetz’s eyes widened in horror as Beetlejuice answered his own question: “MORE ME!”

The clones poofed into being, all of them holding some form of water gun. One next to Lydia tried to squirt her, only to find that his gun was empty. It glared at Beetlejuice and stamped its foot, gesturing toward the gun then at Lydia. Obviously, it felt cheated. She started to giggle, but kindly refrained from shooting the unarmed.

“I can’t make food or drink, remember? Go fill those up.” Beetlejuice pointed to the kiddie pool they’d been using for fast refills (and a dunking pond). There was a mass scramble in that direction. Delia tried to cut them off, only to get squirted by Beetlejuice. “Oh no you don’t! You people wanted some mayhem, so I’m going to make sure you get mayhem!”

“I’m on Beetlejuice’s side now!” Lydia shouted, defecting to the side with overwhelming numbers like the smart girl she was.

“Traitor,” Charles accused. “I buy you pizza and this is how you repay me?”

She brought her gun up. “Sorry Dad, but there is no loyalty in— Wait, you bought pizza?”

“Of course. We’re going to be hungry after this. Delivery should arrive in half an hour. Also, no betrayal take backs.” He soaked her from head to toe while she squealed and laughed. By that point, the clones had their guns ready to go and everything devolved into PVP.

Barbara watched Beetlejuice… playing, there was no other word for it, and could barely believe the difference. It was as if he’d shed some invisible, uncomfortable weight, and was now free to act like a… a person, not a demon. Soaked to the bone, hair and suit plastered to his skin, he laughed like a little kid as he scooped up a flailing Delia and dropped her in the kiddie pool, only to get pulled in after her. The splash as he hit the water was too big to be natural, because it managed to get both Charles and Lydia, who were standing a fair distance away.

Delia and Beetlejuice both sat in the middle of the pool, leaning on each other, almost paralyzed by the cold water and their own laughter, but Beetlejuice didn’t hesitate at all when Charles offered him a hand up. He also didn’t hesitate to join Charles in hunting down Lydia after she sniped them both from behind some bushes.

Was this the Beetlejuice Lydia saw and loved so much? The one who had haunted their house with her, helped her play school-wide pranks, and practiced music and dancing with her? It must be. In that moment, Barbara understood why Lydia had chosen this particular method to bring the ‘family’ together. What better method to get a mischievous demon to let his guard down than to play a mischievous game?

She felt Adam put an arm around her waist and she leaned against him, both of them watching their family playing outside. Their job had been to keep the doors and windows shut so Beetlejuice couldn’t escape inside, but that didn’t look like it was going to be an issue anymore. He was having too much fun.

Beetlejuice summoned his clones and Adam kissed the top of her head, then chuckled. “Looks like it’s our turn.”

Lydia had wanted to make sure that the Maitlands were included in the fun and games today, and they had told her not to worry, that they’d be fine watching. What they hadn’t told her was that they had a scheme of their own.

Giggling, Barbara took a leaf from a certain demon’s book and said, “It’s Showtime!”

Beetlejuice, almost out of ‘ammo’ and on his way to get a refill, was the first to spot the garden hose uncoiling itself. It had been left in the kiddie pool, and none of them paid any attention to it except to make sure it was on enough to keep the pool full.

Stunned, all he could do was stare, mouth agape, as the hose rose up like a particularly large and skinny snake. Then the tap turned and the hose hit him full blast. He tried to get away, slipped, and ate dirt.

“Holy shit! Retreat!” he shouted, or tried to shout. It came out more of a gurgle. Since he was facedown in muddy grass, he wasn’t witness to much, but he could hear the Deetz yelling and he felt his clones’ alarm as their weapons ran dry. Shaking his eyes clear of mud, he looked around and saw that they’d all been rounded up.

The sound of laughter directed his attention to the roof, and he was in for his third big shock that day, and probably the biggest of all. The freaking Maitlands were on the roof, Adam obviously directing the actions of the hose snake, but what was Barbara up to? His question was answered as she raised her arms and a veritable swarm of water balloons rose into the air.

“Blitz!” he hollered, just before the swarm descended.

As a fat, pink balloon splashed all over him, he discovered that these were no ordinary water balloons. They had bubbles in them. Was that even a thing? How was that possible? He sneezed and a bunch of bubbles flew away. It was so ridiculous he started laughing again, and used his magic to give the bubbles a boost so that when the next balloon hit Lydia, she resembled a snowman in an instant.

This brought a whole new element to the game, and he couldn’t help but urge more bubbles into being, until the backyard was awash in them. The smallest of the clones and Lydia were actually able to army crawl under and through the mess, and they, along with Adam’s hose snake, became everyone else’s nemesis.

Finally, actually tired for once, Beetlejuice sat down amidst the sea of bubbles, still chuckling as his clones vanished one by one with a flourish and a bow.

Delia waded over to him, smiling broadly. “Tuckered out? Perfect timing. Pizza should be here soon, and we don’t want to give them a reason to take us off their delivery list again. Would you mind clearing this away, sweetie?”

Sweetie. Trying to ignore how being called by an actual pet name made him feel all fuzzy inside, he waved a hand at the frothy bubbles, sending the lot flying away in a strong breeze. Rule Three, after all. Clean up after yourself.

Charles had taken possession of the hose and was using it to rinse himself and Lydia free of bubbles. “Come over here, you two,” he called. Delia pulled Beetlejuice back to his feet and they obediently went over to get rinsed.

“Did you have fun, Beej?” Lydia asked.

Slicking his hair away from his face, he grinned at her. “Yeah actually. When did you come up with this, you little chaos gremlin?”

“Earlier this week. The news said a heatwave was going to hit today, and it had been a long time since I had a good water fight, so I figured it would be fun for everyone.” She looked up at the Maitlands, who were sitting on the edge of the roof, obviously pleased with themselves, and laughed. “They got me though. I wonder where they got all those water balloons from!”

He put a hand on his hip and followed her gaze, squinting up at the two ghosts. Then he smiled and waved for Charles to wait a minute with the hose. “You know, they should get the whole experience. Just to be fair.”

Barbara and Adam were watching the bubbles, still visible in the distance, and wondering how far they’d drift, when there was a pop! of displaced air in front of them. Beetlejuice appeared, floating and grinning ear to ear.

“Hey Adam, remember that Flashdance bit I did when we first met?” Reaching up, he pulled an invisible rope, and all the remaining water from the kiddie pool was dumped on top of them.

It had been more than a month since either Maitland had experienced the sensation of being wet, and a lot longer than that since they’d been soaked while fully dressed. It had also been a long time since they’d really experienced temperature. Having cold water dumped over them was a shock, to say the very least

Barbara managed a tiny shriek, while Adam just gasped and coughed. Once the flood had stopped, they shook water out of their eyes, looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

“Oh my goodness!” Adam laughed, grinning broadly. He turned his smile on Beetlejuice, who seemed startled by this reaction. “How did you do that?”

“Uh, I dunno? I just do it.” Beetlejuice eyed them both warily. “You guys could do it too. It’s in the damn Handbook. Like, chapter seven. Re-uniting the state of immaterial with that of the material plane through the application of conviction and expectation."

“Thank you. And thanks for the tip,” Adam said encouragingly.

“Yeah, sure.” Giving them a last confused look, he vanished, reappearing down with the rest of the family.

Adam turned to her, still smiling, and pushed hair away from her face. “That was refreshing. We should give those chapters another try tonight!”

“We’ll do that,” Barbara agreed. They sat, enjoying themselves, then a thought occurred to her. “Um, Adam? How are we going to dry off?”

Notes: Buy a water gun and soak someone you love today.

#beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice fanfiction #Strange and Unusual Summer #Whole chapter #chaos is a bonding experience

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zer0carrds · 1 year ago

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hello! i know you replied to my last message a month ago, so sorry for my delayed response!

i was wondering if you knew how to get the buttons to expand into info? right now i just have section breaks on mine so it doesn’t expand into the info, it just takes me to a new “page”

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my button options will look something like this!

once that's done, you can continue adding your buttons and changing the labels and URLs. to do that, all you need to do is collapse your button's options, selecting "add", and adding as many buttons as you'd like. rinse and repeat.

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you can make buttons using different features:

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IMPORTANT THINGS 2 MEMBER:

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lmao i hope this was helpful! sorry it's image heavy i just wanted to make sure i covered as much as i could <33333 if you need clarification, please don't hesitate to let me know (^:

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fluffyfairyzz · 1 year ago

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heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon · 2 months ago

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@anonymous-archive Oh yeah? And who in the absolute fuck are you? Some kind of crop cop? I have a name, jsyk... Adults would be able to figure out my intentions through a thing called "reading comprehension" which is a thing they'd quickly figure out how to have if they looked at what I was really saying for more than a few seconds but what exactly the fuck are you trying do here, nonny? Like what exactly are you're intentions? Like, the fuck are you archiving? Oh wait! I already fucking know!

Because judging from these two different antis/fantis in your related blog section, it might've lead me to this entirely correct notion that you might be an anti/fanti yourself and that your suspicious fuck ass anon blog might have leaks on it and you might be trying to get me to inadvertently spread them... And low and I won't behold ... Your "archive" has leaks... And now I have to see if I can turn reblogs the fuck off for this post in an effort to further contain what I will not see because now one of my posts has a leaker on it and you've tainted this post for everyone going forward!

But I want to make this statement first because you know ... I thought about doing a funny and blocking you, but screen capping your above reply in one of my "confusing" crop shots just like the one you're concern trolling me about and naming you and shaming you and outting you as a leaker... But then I'd thought I'd be naming a leaker and a way to access leaks on my blog either way? Which is technically what I just did with venting about bnf bullshitter petitprincess1 and her willingly leaking shit to people too, just like you are, which I guess is what lead to the rest of you leak geeks coming out of the woodwork to get me now huh? So I can't win!

Technically though, what I can do now is give people the actual link to your blog they'll need to click in order to both block and report you while I give myself ample opportunity to block and report you after I make this public statement about how much I hate you and that what you are doing is objectively wrong, before I disable reblogs so your bullshit can't spread further, just so everyone will know I condemn you...And much like good reading comprehension skills imply, I think that my friends and followers in the fandom are smart enough to understand how I'm unironically condemning your shitty behavior here and will thus be smart enough to know not to look at any actual leaks as I am naming you and shaming you and linking them back to your blog so we can all block and report you and hopefully get you deleted for doing that ...

All of this is to say ...

@anonymous-archive is apparently a Hazbin Leak Archive, everybody! Don't even look at their shitty stolen "content" just please use the drop down menu from the @ to block and report them like I'm about to! And anony, again, for the record you've just completely ruined my post with all your unnecessary commentary by being an unnecessary stinky leak spread sandwich and a completely unnecessary waste of space and time so fuck the right the hell off and choke for that too! :D ♥ X.O

Fyi I don't care how old you are, if you post any obnoxious banners in the main tags, you're no better than antis and should get the fuck out of the fandom.

There's a nuanced argument to be made about how Striker and Blitz would 100% be in the right about Stolas if this was real life, but you're watching a raunchy adult cartoon musical fantasy where all the characters are flamboyant hot macho dicks who sometimes break out into whimsical musical parodies of Disney.

If you wanna watch a mediocre lizard who's not as much eye candy be right about a cartoon monarchy, you can go watch Star vs. The Forces of Evil because it's already all been done before and the children have already been taught that lesson.

But adults don't need to be taught that lesson, and Helluva Boss is for adults, so why don't you shut up and let the adults watch the much more aesthetically pleasing and attractive evil demon lizard/owl/whatever the the fuck monster bimbo men kiss and be horrible hot mess trash to each other and then maybe make the fuck up so that the other one can have their Sinderella Story?

It's all a fantasy wrapped in aesthetically pleasing adult animation.

For Fun.

This isn't me implying children's cartoons are actually deeper than any adult content, this me telling you that you're annoying if you clog the tags with petty childish shit like this and need to leave the rest of the adults who actually know what we're watching in peace.

#luna replies to people #hazbin hypocritical #block list #blocklist #instant block #Hazbin Hotel #Helluva Boss #stolitz #petitprincess1 #(mentioned)#big name fan bullshit #bnf bullshit #Like I've already blocked the infamous #chaifootsteps #as well as the other whatshisfuck with the adam icon (Red Flag...)#And I'm sorry public naming and shaming is the best I can think of to condemn this behavior ... but if any of this comes off as “ironic” or #"disingenuous' to you...like just in case ... Then that's a dash of #fandom ableism #talking bye ... </3 #I don't think I can make it *ANY* clearer how much I despise people who *WILLINGLY* spread leaks I guess I'm just a confrontational person #who thinks adults can be adults and wear the blindfold until the supper is fully cooked and nosy children who stick their filthy hands in #prematurely should be intentionally Beaten through Towns Square with the Wooden Spoon as all ... lol! :D <3 X.O #undescribed #Anyway...#anti culture #fanti culture #antis #fantis #anti #anti anti

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blackberry-gingham · 3 years ago

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Catch | Otto Octavius x Fem! Reader

<... Previously | Finale | Start again...?>

Finally reunited, the doc and reader decide where to go from here

Tag list: @smokeywhalee @stupid-stinky @busybeingtrash @momos-peaches @pinkieperil @amongpresidents @bimboshaggy @nanjalee @mickeyperkins @tolovaj @jupiters--moonxx (or follow here on ao3!)

Tags: Canon divergence, slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort

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After such a long and torturous time apart... Nothing excited you more then to spend the night together. Just like how you use to.

You expected things would be much different now, given the doctor's new arms, and... To an extent, you're right. Sharing a bed is made a little strange. The best position is when his back is to the edge of the bed, but... You do so miss laying on his chest.

It's doable, laying on his back, that is, but he wishes it were a little more comfortable for you.

With a little ingenuity in mind, you lay a thick blanket over the arms that will now be beneath you, and wouldn't you know? Everything is right as rain.

"I missed this", you mutter, snuggling closer to the doctor's warm body.

Otto hugs you tight, placing a big, callused hand over top of yours where it lays on his chest, "Then you can only imagine how I feel", he chuckles.

He gives you one more squeeze, and kisses your forehead. In his elation to show you long awaited affection, the mechanical arms your laying on curve up and around slowly. They waggle softly in excitement, before laying down to gently hug your body.

You stiffen at the sensation. With a sharp whir, the doctor lifts the arms off you, "Sorry, sorry...", he apologizes quickly, "I'm still getting use to them", nervous, he trues to laugh it off. One wrong move could scare you off from him for good, after all. Or rather... That's what he's been telling himself.

The doctor sounds rather sad admitting this, as though it's his fault for not fully understanding them yet.

"No, don't be sorry... I'm getting use to them too", you offer a smile and kiss his cheek. You take a moment to find your words, and then, "You... You can bring them back, if you want", you wave your hand in a small, beckoning motion.

The doctor turns slightly to get a better looks at you. Did he hear you right?

"...Are you sure? I don't want you to feel unc-"

"Otto, it's fine", you give a sleepy little laugh, "Go on"

The doctor stays still for just a moment longer. Then, when he's sure you're sure... The arms come down with a slow, soft mechanical clicking. Finally, they stop, draped across your back.

You were expecting the metal to be cold, even through your clothes, but... Honestly, you don't feel much of a chill at all. If anything, they seem to carry a natural, pleasant warmth to them, not unlike the doctor himself.

Of course, you suppose you should expect that such large mechanical constructs would generate heat, but it's a pleasant surprise nonetheless. The inherent warmth and weight do make for a rather comforting experience.

To the doctor's surprise, you release a happy little sigh. You understand the doctor's fear regarding these arms and your still fledgling relationship, and yet... These arms just seem so much like him. Warm and strong and... Intelligent.

You know he worries, but... You don't imagine it'll would be all that difficult at all for you to grow accustomed to them.

One head of the actuators rests on the doctor's metal belt, calm and closed. Curious, you slip your hand out from under the doc's, inching closer to the claw. You touch it once, quickly. More of a testing poke really. It almost seems to flinch, but it stays in place.

Fascinating...

Carefully, you lay your fingers towards the base, gently petting them down the angled slope to the tips. This time the doctor flinches, making a suppressed snicker as the tentacle pulls away.

Surprised, you turn to look at him, "You felt that?"

"Er, well...", Otto proceeds to explain the nuero link between the arms and his nervous system, using terms and techno babble far beyond your understanding. You let him go on, although you hardly understand a word. Thankfully, he eventually seems to catch on after your eighth or so "uh huh".

"But I-, y-yes... Yes, it sort of feels like...", he struggles to find the words to put it in simple terms. Instead of going on another, just as unhelpful tangent, he reaches across his body and runs his fingers through your hair. For a second he holds the strands aloft, then lets them fall, "Like that. The sensation is perceptible, but not painful"

"Ah... I see"

"Really?", sounding almost hopeful, he perks up a little. It's not often he's able to peel back all the science and technological talk in a way that makes sense... If you really mean it, then he can't help but feel proud.

"Really", you smile. With a little sigh, you kiss his cheek, "Now, you need to get to bed... Goodnight, Otto"

The doctor takes your hand back in his, giving you one more squeeze with all his arms. He kisses your forehead, "Goodnight..."

For everything that's changed in you and the doctor's life by now, you suppose there are some things that never will. You can barely take a breath to form your words, "Otto-", you wheeze.

After so many days apart, you can certainly tell he's missed you. He seems perfectly content as he snores away directly on top of you, both flesh and bone arms wrapped tightly around you, ensuring you are now very firmly ensnared.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so terrible, were it not for his metal belt and the crushing weight of his mechanical arms focused on your hips and legs. Damn, that hurts...

You call his name far louder the next time, gentle awakenings be damned.

The doctor jolts awakes with a snort. He looks around for a moment, then comes to notice your face right beneath him. With a sleepy "good morning", he shifts his weight to better nuzzle your cheek with his nose. Unfortunately, this does little to relieve your pain.

With a sharp, but largely unimpactful shove, he finally gets the message. He groans, almost sadly, and moves back to his side.

Free at last, you take a deep breath and sit up, rubbing your hip, "I missed you too Otto, but you really can't keep doing this..."

"Sorry... But I can't help it. I miss you", he props himself up, staring back at you with those big, wet eyes, before snuggling up to the side of your face.

You roll your eyes, "You'll really miss me when the undertaker has to come scrape me off the mattress"

Otto stops, his whole body going rigid with severity, "That's not funny"

You wince. You've been so distracted with how glad you are to be together again... You'd forgotten that he thought he'd killed you not even 24 hours before now.

"... You're right, I'm sorry"

The doctor grumbles, but accepts your apology. He gives your cheek a quick kiss, then tackles you to the mattress. You go down with a yelp, as he holds you tightly, at least this time the large man remembers to give you room to breathe.

Otto sighs deeply. He hasn't said a word yet, but... Suddenly, it feels like something is off. His posture has changed. His energy, shifted. The mood is different...

He turns a little to be more on his side, then buries his long, warm nose into the crook of your neck. The doctor gives you a quick, tight squeeze, "... What am I going to do?", he whispers quietly.

Genuinely confused, if not a little concerned, you follow up his question with one of your own, "What do you mean?"

"I mean... Going forward. Surely you must know, you've seen all the news reports... I'm ruined. After all I've done, nearly destroyed the city, left a scar on Oscorp's name, terrorized the people afterwards... There's no going back"

"Oh, you don't know that... I'm sur-"

He cuts you off, "No, you don't understand. Harry told me shut it off, even then, I would've been on thin ice for that whole debacle. Now I've refused his instructions and nearly killed people in the process"

"Otto, it was just an accident... You couldn't have known things would go so badly, surely there must be some kind of allowance made for experimental work like this?"

The doctor sighs and looks away, "I don't know... Besides, look at me", he raises his tentacles so you can see them, snapping the claw heads one at a time for punctuation, "I've turned myself into a monster. Who would trust me after a failing this miserable?"

You give his cheek a little kiss, "I would", you smile, earning a small one from the doctor in turn, "Besides... They're not so terrible, you know. And... They can be removed, right?"

"I... Don't think so, no. I've tried to disengage the spinal rigging before, and it's... Stuck, to say the least. It should just come off, but... bah. Melted into me, feels more accurate", he takes a shaky breath, "I'm afraid these are a part of me now"

"Well... You could have the arms themselves removed, right?"

"What good what that do? If I have them, I can use them, if they're taken away, then... I'm back to nothing"

"Otto... That's not true", you take his chin between your fingers, angling him to meet your gaze, "You are most certainly not nothing"

"Maybe, but... I am now", he sighs, "Besides, the arms are nearly indestructible. It would be an incredibly complicated mess of specialists and funding to find the right surgeon with the right tools to successfully remove them"

You lower your head to lay on his chest. This is quite the predicament. The fight feels a little worn out of you, a sentiment the doctor senses. He... Didn't mean to upset you. After all, you're only trying to help.

He smiles. Just like you always do.

"But, I suppose there is a silver lining...", he tries to perk up a little, hoping it'll rub off, "In the event of an...", The doctor spares a glance at his mechanical arms, "unforeseen accident... I ensured the inhibitor chip to be as indestructible as possible, and look! Perfectly in tact, even after such violence", he huffs a laugh.

He then turns a bit to show you. He's correct, it appears to be just fine.

"Well... That's something at least", you give an uncertain smile.

"I'd certainly say so! Who knows what nefarious deeds I'd be getting up to if not", he wiggles his fingers in a mock threatening fashion, drawing a genuine laugh out of you.

"I don't know if I could picture that..."

The doctor blows a quick huff, "I could", he grimaces.

You give a sympathetic smile, then turn to be enveloped in the doctor's embrace. Once you've gotten comfy, you sigh, "Well, you've still got your sense about you... I say we go back in to work together. Maybe Harry's calmed down by now? With a little bit of convincing, maybe you can get back to work again"

Otto sighs, considering what you've said. He can't say he's confident about it... But you're right. He needs to try first.

"Do you know what I like about you? Nothing gets you down", he brings your knuckles to his lips and kisses them. The doctor gives a small smile against the back of your palm, "No matter what happens next... I promise to never lose you again"

Touched, you can't help but chuckle, "Not even for the pursuit of your big dream?"

The doctor shifts his eyes to look up at yours. So warm and inviting, a deep sea of earthy, honey hues...

He gives a shy little smile, one that you can only remember from long, long ago... Like he's told you he loves you for the very first time all over again...

"Maybe I have a new dream"

#AAAAAAAAAA #here it is y'all final chapter😭#doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #spiderman 2 #marvel

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dancingazaleas · 4 years ago

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𖨆. 08 / all for us

summary: levi decides to walk you through his garden on a rainy day. you didn’t think that you’d end up having another antagonist though.

note: oh my god, i am deeply sorry that this took such a long time. i’ve been way too busy to actually sit down and get into the mindset of this book. i’m so sorry.

word count: +2.4k

taglist: @voltairelesecond @baelo80 @the-sun-baby @uniquepickle @ascybous @messyhairday-me @stupid-stinky @saturnalya @megumitodoroki @kouyume @quacksonlover81 @gipumaur @morgana-olson @yourodangoatama

warnings/notes: cursing, creepy gestures, fluff, slight confusion, unedited, let me know if i missed anything

RAINDROPS pelted against the glass of the window gently, the sound echoing throughout the quiet room that is your bedroom.

today, levi had decided he would just spend his time with you in the comfort of your own room, holding you in his arms while he lazed the day away.

you, on the other hand, were having none of it. and by none of it, i mean cuddling. it wasn't that you didn't want to cuddle with levi, in fact, you enjoyed a lot! but, the rain outside your window was far more important in your eyes.

there was nothing exactly specific about the rain that entrapped your attention, just that it had been so long since you'd been in it. so long since you've been outside even.

but you'd never ask to go outside, the answer was already plastered onto an invisible wall inside of your head. so instead, you'd just look whenever you would get the chance.

and it didn't go unnoticed, it was actually quite obvious. you didn't care however, it's not as if erwin or levi were going to change their mind, so why worry at all?

but seeing the way your eyes sparkle at the sight of the rain gather in puddles outside, levi felt himself being convinced.

he huffs annoyedly, he just wanted to spend the day in your arms until erwin was home. he wishes it didn't rain. but even so, he begrudgingly gets to his feet and trudges to you. you look at him with a smile, hand reaching up to point at something that only you could probably see.

"we're gonna go outside for a bit, sick of watching your desperate face," he puts his hands in his pockets while staring at your widened eyes.

you stare at him for a minute, slightly creeping him out, before you even really react. you swing your arms around his neck and thank him profusely, a wide smile spread from ear to ear whenever you pull away from him.

"you're not going out in your nightgown though," he points to the silk white nightgown that ends at your bruised knees.

you follow behind him happily whenever he walks into your closet, shuffling through the different clothes he's bought you.

"you're not wearing light colors, it's too muddy outside, and if you were to get stains on you, they'd ruined beyond repair," he mutters, grabbing a black button up with bishop sleeves.

he hands it to you, gently taking your hand to lead you out of the closet and towards your dresser than held your clothes. he settles on a forest green skirt that ends just a few inches above your ankles, and then he grabs a bra for you.

"strip," you don't complain, only heat up and oblige.

his back is turned whenever he flings a black bra at you, obviously avoiding the sight of your body to help you maintain your decency. even if he did bathe you sometimes.

you hurriedly slip the bra on and levi finally decides to look at you again. he helps you button up your shirt along with the cuffs, nagging at you quietly as a husband would do for their wife. he lets you step inside the skirt on your own, which has you coming to the realization that there are built in pants that separate the air from your panties.

levi scoffs at your untucked shirt, tucking it into your skirt with fondness dripping from him. he sits you onto the stool of your vanity, which no longer has a mirror, and sighs. he picked up a brush, running it carefully through your hair to avoid any tangles that would tug at your head.

when he feels you're decent enough, he holds a cold hand out for you to take into his own. you accept it with glee, skipping behind him when he guides you through his estate and to the back door that leads to his garden.

"i need you all to clean up that table in the center. put those big umbrellas under it and dry it off with towels. then leave towels by the umbrella so i can wipe it down if it gets wet again. make us a light lunch, nothing too big but definitely not small. (name) and i are going to walk around the garden together until you all are finished or until we're ready to eat," levi's so quick with his words that it has you reeling with confusion, but his workers seem just fine with his speed and are already starting to complete the task given to them.

he holds a smaller umbrella in one hand and your hand in the other, opening it above the two of you as you step outside the door. your shoes click against the stone walkway just as thunder booms in the sky. you flinch and chuckle, pulling your hand away from levi to link arms with him.

he guides you along the garden, only explaining certain things if you had questions. the silence mixed with the light pitter patter of the rain soothes him, heavy eyes fluttering sleepily.

he's immediately awake whenever you squeal excitedly.

there was a marble statue of the goddess, themis. her scales were elegantly balanced between her fingers while her blindfold hung loosely around her eyes, other hand on the hilt of her sword that pointed to the ground.

"that was a reward for erwin at his office. i make sure to clean it myself every once and a while," you look to him, admiration mixed with confusion displayed on your face as you contemplated the meanings behind not only the goddess, but her statue as well.

you decide to keep quiet, slightly tugging levi to come closer to the statue so you can examine it more closely.

your eyes are shining whenever levi looks at you, and he feels like you're the sunshine in the midst of this pouring rain.

he looks down at his shoes silently, brushing away his cheesy and sappy thoughts. he feels stupid. not once had he felt this way towards anyone besides tall blonde men with blue eyes, but now he was feeling this way towards a woman. to say he was confused was only scratching at the surface.

he knew he'd liked you when he met you. you were quick witted, outgoing, and kind-hearted, not to mention gorgeous. but it's not like he wasn't sexually attracted to women at the time, he definitely was. he had never just felt romantically for women, not once in the entirety of his pitiful life.

but you're so docile and levi likes that. he not only likes it, he cherishes it.

for now, he'll entertain the thought that he might be bisexual, pansexual, whatever title makes him feel comfortable. if he can fall for you, then there's a chance he can fall for other girls.

levi hasn't even realized he's zoned out until you whine at him. you're lightly tugging on his hand to venture further into the garden, and levi's heart swells. you had an opportunity to leave, whether you even knew it or not, yet you chose to stay and wait for him. you had even snapped him out of it.

he lets out a huff before he stares to guide you around the garden again. he can't wait to take a nap after this.

"are you ready to eat yet," he grumbles, tugging on your hand to get you to stop walking.

"is there anything else left to see?"

"nothing that will look good in this weather," he scoffs.

"then, yes, i'm ready," and with that, he's leading you to the table his workers had been ordered to set up.

when you two arrive, you realize that the table was sat under a white hexagonal kiosko that had vines and flowers wrapping around the support beams. the table was covered from the rain, confusion clacking your brain at why levi asked for a big umbrella.

he seems pleased at seeing the table though.

"how long did it take for petra to realize," levi asks whenever he helps you sit down.

"not very long," the man said, and you recognize him from that day in bath with erwin.

you stiffen at the eye contact, looking down at the table and the empty plates that sit upon them. you feel his stare linger on you and your body, specifically your curves that were hidden underneath the button up shirt levi put on you. this kid gave you the creeps.

"i'll be back with the food," he says and walks behind your chair, fingers brushing against the back of your neck.

you swallow down your disgust, looking to levi to start a conversation.

"levi, wh... what's that boy's name?"

eyebrow raised, he responds, "his name's archie. why do you ask?"

"no reason. i think i've seen him around the house before," you shrug and idly play with the silverware on the table.

levi doesn't believe you, but the day has been too good for him to ruin now. you both talk sparingly while waiting for archie to come back, mostly talking about the new tv show you got levi to start watching and what he thinks about it.

the two of you turn your heads when you hear the sound of footsteps. you see erwin with archie following behind him with a tray of three plates, erwin holding an umbrella over the two of them. a soft smile sets on levi's face when he sees him.

"what are you doing home," you smile whenever he steps under the roof of the kiosko closes the umbrella.

"i was thinking of you two all day. it got so bad that i called a client by your guys' names," he chuckles, leaning down to give you a kiss on your head.

he does the same to levi while you giggle at his sentence. he sits down in an unoccupied chair, hand laying itself on your thigh.

"you can't just keep taking off, erwin," despite the slightly bitter sentence, levi's face is content.

archie places the plates in front of erwin and levi in silence, then to you. his arm brushes your own, and you can't help but get that weird feeling in your tummy again.

"thank you," you say to him quietly, flipping the fork between your fingers.

he just hums in response and walk away from the three of you again, sly smirk on his face. you ignore him, starting to eat the grilled chicken salad with slight confusion.

it had been over three months since you'd even had a fork in your hands. the feeling felt foreign and it felt as if all memory of how to eat with a fork washed away. the realization made your stomach ache, a dreadful look in your eyes spreading across your body. you swallowed down the huge ball that brews in your throat, hands trembling.

erwin and levi stare with pride swelling in their chests while tears swell in your eyes.

since when had you become so dependent? were you not just taking care of pieck and her cat when she was sick months ago?

you take a deep breath, adjusting the fork to make it comfortable in your hand. you try your best to eat with loose muscles, but the stiffness in your bones have practically turned you into wood.

erwin turns to you, sickeningly sweet smile on his face, taking the fork out of your hand and gathering food for you. he feeds you, just as he has done before, fingers gently touching your jaw as if he guided your chewing.

a warmth fills the ball in your chest, and deep down inside it makes you sick. you chew slowly and listen to levi and erwin's conversation, which consists of erwin's workday and how you've refused to cuddle with levi this morning.

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you lay on the living room couch with your head in erwin's lap and feet in levi's. a crime documentary plays on the television, something erwin seemed excited about. he looked too cute to deny.

erwin's fingers run through the locks of your hair lovingly, only ever pulling them out if they start to tangle. levi's watching the documentary with a bored look on his face, thumb rubbing random patterns into your ankle. you're not exactly paying attention to the documentary, only zoning in whenever erwin points something out or whenever levi lets out a scoff.

you start to sit up and stretch, the urge of going to the bathroom taking over you.

you feel embarrassed whenever you ask, "can i go to the bathroom?"

"yeah, just go to the one in your quarters," levi's answer is immediate. he really must not like the documentary.

you pad over to the bathroom, listening to the pitter pattering of your bare feet against the dark hardwood floor. you walk into the opened door of your quarter, yawning obnoxiously and throwing your arms into the air. maybe you should've cuddled with levi this morning.

you go to the bathroom quickly, the thundering of the sky making you nervous. it would've been different if levi or erwin were with you.

you start to walk back to the living room, eyes focused on the flickering light that illuminates the large hallway. a particular loud clash of lightning and clap of thunder has you jumping into the air, house barely rumbling.

your body crashes into a chest, which you immediately grab onto, instinctively. you start to apologize to the person, obviously thinking that it was erwin judging by the height and broadness of the chest.

but when you look up, you're looking at the emerald green eyes that belong to archie. your words get caught in your throat and you feel yourself pale.

"i-i'm sorry," you stutter, immediately backing away only to come to the realization that you're already a few feet from the door to go back into the living room.

if you crashed into him, that means he was walking towards you. but the only thing ahead of the two of you would be—

would be your room.

dread drenches you, head to toe, sweat forming on your forehead as the room starts to feel a little bit fuzzy.

"wh-why were you in my room," you struggle to even get the first syllable out.

"levi wanted me to check for something in there," he shrugs nonchalantly, but you're not convinced.

you smile shakily and nod, rushing to the living room to get away from him. you try to think positive even after all the staring and subtle touches.

but it still leaves a pit in your stomach.

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