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dearlawdimasimp · 3 years ago

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okay so I finally finished the fic- now this is the first ever fanfic I've written and I will gladly accept constructive criticsm!

"Our darling"

Warnings: i think..none? but uhm..this does talk about depressing stuff- OH and there might be grammar errors, english isn't my first language lmao😭 AND this was not edited, beta'd whatever so im literally just posting this blindly kahdhs 💀

Summary: It was one of those days, where the bed was much more comfortable than anything else and you just feel numb and the two scientists, Norman and Otto, helps you feel better.

(god i suck at this 😭 and noo it aint smut)

Gifs are by @my-starfox

imagine:

having one of those days that you just feel nothing but..numb. You don't want to do anything. you just want to lay there, unmoving, undisturbed by all of the hustling and bustling of the world. staring at the wall or ceiling, head empty.

but you have to eat, drink, take a bath, clean your room, do the laundry, pick the sock up from the floor, arrange your closet..and yet here you are..on the bed..wrapped like a cocoon by the sheets and staring unblinkingly at the space in front of you.

you hear hushed mumbling at the other side from the other side of the door of your room. familiar voices filling your ears. you panic. you don't want them to see you like this. a fucking mess. a broken vase. you don't want them to see you in such a pathetic state.

hearing the small creak of the hinges of your door made you close your eyes. maybe if you feign sleeping, they'll leave you alone.

a soft sigh fills the silent room. you also hear the clinking of..glass? metal? you have a slight clue of what those mean but you didn't ponder too much about it. a gentle thump of metal meeting wood behind you and a waft of something mouth watering confirms your suspicions.

look at what you did. you made them do work. you made them worry. you should be ashamed of yourself-

your bed dipping behind you made your thoughts halt. two people making themselves known that they are sitting at the other side of your bed.

"hey, honey.." the voice with a gentle rasp that you have gotten accustomed with ever since they have become your housemates called out to you. you kept your facade, even if you felt a warm tingle from hearing it. not that you hate their guts, it's just that you don't particularly want to bother them more. you don't want to put another burden on their shoulders seeing as they already are carrying too much.

"we know you're awake, darling.." a different voice spoke this time, still familiar though. one that always gives a warm chill down your spine. soft and also a little raspy. their age catching up on their physicality.

"Norman cooked you your favorite soup." that's why you smelt something delicious when they came in.

oh how bad you want to turn around, greet and thank them for their efforts and eat Norman's dish. but you're afraid. you're afraid to see tired and disappointed faces, like what you have always seen before. you're afraid that when you eat it your stomach will refuse it and make another mess and embarrass yourself further.

"If you don't want to, it's fine!..maybe just take a sip of water?" Norman suggests as he places his hand on your arm. "for us....please?" the former CEO pleads, a little crack in his voice.

oh you could imagine the look he is giving to your back right now, that sad, puppy look face and slightly parted lips as his eyes gazes at you oh so softly.

instead, you shifted and raised your knees to yourself, shoulders pushing inwards as you curled your body. trying to make yourself non-existent as the back of your throat let out a silent, hollow whine. "im fine.." a voice so hoarse and dry and ugly spoke. oh wait..that was yours...

"yet all evidence points towards the opposite of that, dear.." Otto sighs as he lets his fingers trace..shapes? equations? maybe just random squiggles on the broad of your back, the touch sending shivers to your body.

"a small sip of water...that's it. and maybe we could...i dont know....cuddle afterwards?"

it was silent as the proposition hangs in the air.

you were reminiscing about the late night cuddle sessions you had with the two scientists the past weeks. Otto's warm pudgy bod and Norman's lean and also warm(but not as warm as the squishy scientist) on your sides. you want that feeling again. you really do.

and so, driven by your last, draining will and...need for cuddles.. you finally turn and face the two men sitting on your bed. You slowly open your eyes as your negative thoughts come back and make you doubt yourself. but all you see are warm smiles and proud glinting from two sets of eyes.

"there they are..." you felt a gentle squeeze on your leg, you wouldn't have noticed that Norman had placed his hand on your lower limb if he hadn't done that. Otto's hand have also shifted and placed on the crown of your head as he moves strands of your hair that have covered your face. he smiles down at you and kisses your forehead. you close your eyes at the warmth. Norman's gentle caressing on your leg adds to that.

"c'mon, sit up a little.'' Otto says as he gently lifts you up, you were expecting to just sit up from your lying position on your bed, but it seems that dr. octavious has other plans as he instead settles you down on his lap. with a little help of his actuators you are now sitting sideways on Otto's lap. another whirring of his mechanical limbs made you avert your questioning look from his face to your front and you were met with an actuator holding a glass of water. you mumble a small thanks as you take the glass from the mechanical appendage and take a small sip. the liquid alleviates your sore throat. you drank a little more, now realizing how thirsty you actually were.

as you were drinking you felt their eyes on you, warmth creeping up to your cheeks and the tip of your ears. their attention makes you flustered. and without knowing it, you actually finish the whole glass. " look at you, doing such a fine job! how about a little sip from the soup, hm?" Norman asks as he stands up and walks over to your nightstand, where the tray of a warm-now turning cold- bowl of soup sat. the things on the small table were carefully set aside to make room for the thin rectangular metal.

you looked at the soup, currently being gently stirred by the former green goblin, contemplating whether you should or not. otto takes the glass from your hand as you worriedly gazed at the food. the thought of just barfing up and wasting good food gnaws at your brain. though your stomach had other plans as it rumbled loudly. the sound making you blush and their small chuckles made it intensify. you groan, covering your face in the process and hiding on Otto's chest.

"you need to eat, sweetie.." you heard Otto speak, his chest rumbling and vibrating on your ear as he spoke. "i know.." was your meek reply. your hands were gently removed from your face and you did not resist, "but...i'm...i don't want to vomit." you voice your concern, keeping your gaze down. you see chubby fingers weave with your own and it makes you smile just a little bit.

"is that why you're reluctant to eat?" asked Norman as he set down the spoon he used to stir and kneeled down to meet your eyes. you didn't look up to meet his gaze and just bobbed your head up once, you didn't see the silent talk the two scientists had.

"well, we could.. try? if you feel nauseous after one spoon then we'll find another way to at least fill your empty stomach...okay, honey?" the man in front of you waits patiently for your answer, and lays his hand on top of your's and Otto's.

you hum in thought, in this situation the phrase 'it wouldn't hurt to try' could backfire pretty easily. things can go south in just a blink of an eye.

god you hate this.

you hate having a brain that constantly jumps to conclusions and make-up scenarios that may or may not be possible. these thoughts are what's keeping you to yourself. and you loathe it so much. it keeps you from enjoying and doing stuff. and right now, it is keeping you from eating Norman's delicious soup.

"i guess….yeah, we could..try.." you mumble loud enough for the two men to hear. doubts still clouding your brain, thoughts that disables you from meeting their eyes.

you didn't see the relief that replaced their worry. it seemed that your lack of reply had them on the edge. "good, good! alright, here.." Norman took the bowl from the tray, once again stirred the food as he held it carefully with one hand and scooped a spoonful of the lukewarm dish.

"say ahhh~" teases Norman, opening his mouth widely. an action one would do to a toddler. this made you giggle slightly and also earned a chuckle from Otto. you open your mouth and let the scientist feed you. the taste of your favorite soup coats your taste buds as you savor the lean scientist's cooking. it never ceases to amaze you.

you swallow the glutinous nutrient and wait for your stomach to betray you. the scientists in your room are doing the same.

but it never came. you felt the substance settle in your stomach instead. this made you a little teary-eyed. it did not come back up and lurch out from your mouth, like what you had expected. this earned praises from both men and softly cheered you on to continue eating. and you did, slowly eating the home cooked meal. if you weren't able to finish the food, it's alright! if you were able to finish the soup, then they would be very proud of you. they'll reward you with tons of kisses and praises for doing amazing! if you were not able to, it is completely fine! they are still proud of you and you're still rewarded by lots and lots of kisses and praises.

After you ate, Norman sets the bowl down back to the tray. Otto's actuator handed him a tissue and he wiped your mouth clean. "i got it, Otto. thank you..." you give him a grateful smile as you take the tissue from his hands. You finally gained the courage to look him in the eyes. they were as soft and caring as ever. the amount of love in his gaze made your heart swell more and you can't help but let a tear fall.

they have been so patient and gentle with you the whole time and it just made you cry in happiness. to have people like them in your life was something you never thought you would be able to have and yet here they are.

Otto cups your face with his human hand and gently swipes his thumb on your cheek, wiping the tears that fell from your glossy eyes. you lean in to the warm touch of the scientist. "There, there, love."

"Now, we did promise cuddles." Norman reminds you as he takes off his footwear and climbs on the bed with you two. chuckling, you joke, "and here i thought you'd forgotten about it." making a pouty face to add with your reply. the two laugh at this, "We may look like withering old men, darling, but our minds are as sharp as a blade." Otto comments as he settles you back down the bed and between him and Norman, "Nor is our strength any less weak than when we were young." the latter added with a hint of something suggestive in his tone as he pulls you to him, proving his point.

blushing furiously, you hid your face on his chest, weakly hitting him in the process with a flustered, "shut up.."

you heard them chortle at your actions. you then feel the soft material of your sheets covering you, peeking out from Norman's chest you see the actuators and Norman pulling it over to cover you three. you then feel Otto snuggle behind you as he drapes his arm over you, Norman doing the same. you three shifted positions until all of you were comfortable.

a content sigh left your lips as you snuggled between the two. "thank you, so much for this- for everything, Otto, Norman." you look up to them as you mention their name, "i owe you guys big time."

"you owe us absolutely nothing, dear." says Otto as he kisses the crown of your head. "this is the least that we could do for you, love. and know that we'll always be here for you. no matter what." Norman adds with a gentle squeeze on your side.

"you're not alone, our darling." "we'll always be by your side."

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i really hope you guys enjoyed that kajsjsj like i've said, pls feel free to leave comments and suggestions!!😭🤲🤲 thank you for reading and have a nice day/night!!💞💞

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caps-clever-girl · 2 years ago

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otto: darling, you are the light of my life and i love you mind, body and soul, but if you've eaten the last piece of chocolate cake i will throw you out the window.

otto: and i will NOT let norman stand outside to catch you.

norman: thats mean :(

norman: pumpkin i would always catch you.

otto: what if they had eaten the last packet of jelly babies?

norman: ...then i'd hold open the window

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moustacheshe · 2 years ago

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Obsessive! Otto Octavius x fem! Reader x Obsessive! Norman Osborn /Green Goblin

Notes: I hope it's not to out of character and that there are not to many mistakes ^^'

Yes there will be an artwork for this story :D

Summary: Norman and Otto 'adopt' you.

Warnings: kidnapping, mentioning of death, mentioning of drugging, Stockholm Syndrome?

You are running. This is all you can do while Peter tries to fight the two men currently terrorizing the city. Why are they doing this? You have no idea. The only thing you know for a fact is that one of them targeted you. He's flying on his glider following you. Yes you are chased by the Green Goblin while Peter is busy fighting Doctor Octopus.

You run past some destroyed buildings and dodge the many obstacles lying across the damaged street. While you're running you turn around a few corners in an attempt to loose your persecutor. Somehow you manage to turn around a tight corner and slip into a dark doorway. As you press against the cold doorframe and pray that he didn't see you, the Goblin flys past your hiding spot. You let out the breath you were holding in. 'How is this possible? They were both dead?'

You remember Norman Osborn. The father of your friend Harry. He was always occupied with his work when you were seeing him. But every time he noticed you entering the room, he would stop what he was doing or quickly finish his phone call. He would turn to you and ask you about your day and how your parents must be very proud of you. Harry once said that his dad would adopt you if he could and that you are practically already his daughter. You used to laugh this kind of comments off. Harry often had problems with his father, so you tried to support him as much as you could. You answered, how you already have parents of your own and that for his father he is the one and only. That usually helped... Then the whole Green Goblin thing happened and Harry got together with Mary Jane. Now things started to get even worse. Norman sometimes wouldn't let you leave his penthouse because 'it is dangerous outside'. Other times the Green Goblin would appear out of nowhere and kidnap you. Only for you to wake up in Norman Osborn's room and him being knocked out on the floor. It didn't take long for you to suspect something. Even if Norman said that he never knew about anything.

Eventually Norman Osborn aka the Green Goblin died by his own hand. Everything stopped...for now... You finally found some peace in your life and helped Harry overcome this hard time... You miss him... He was a very close friend...

You shake your head and focus on the present again. How can both of the villains come back from the dead? Your thoughts snap back to reality as you hear a clinking sound right beside you. As you turn your head quickly to look, you freeze. 'A pumpkin bomb!' The devilish device starts beeping and blinking green, getting faster with each ticking second. It is until then, you notice several other bombs spread all over the tight alley you are in. You can't react as fast as they all go of at the same time. They release a thick smoke quickly taking over the whole alley. "Shit! *cough*" You curse yourself for not being careful enough. Quickly you pull up the hem of your top to cover your nose and mouth. You can't see even one step ahead and you start to feel dizzy.

Carefully you step out of your hiding place. You look around. "Hehehe! Did the Goblin scare little (y/n) out of her hiding place?" A raspy voice echos from somewhere out of the thick smoke. Now you start to panic. You run in the one direction that seems to be the right one. "Careful little princess or you'll hurt yourself!" The mocking voice of the Green Goblin sounds through the alley. 'What did he call me?!' Upon being confused about the way the villain talks to you, you didn't notice the obstacle on your path. You trip and fall, sliding across the rough ground. Feeling the pain of the impact you let out a yell. The hard pavement is cool but your knees and palms on which you caught most of your fall start to burn. You let out a hiss and take a look at your palms. They have big scrapes that start to bleed. The fabric of your trousers is ripped open and your knees are bleeding too. Slowly you push yourself up and sit back down on your butt.

Suddenly you hear the sound of the glider flying over your head. Out of the smoke above you a figure jumps down, landing right before you. "Look at what you've done to yourself." The Goblin says straightening up in front of you. His eye protectors on the mask slide upwards, revealing two blue eyes gleaming down on you. "W-What do you want from me, Mr. Osborn?" You manage to ask. "Hehehe, Norman is not here my dear. Although it is his intentions that led me to you." Now you are completely lost. "Then what are your...his... What are you implying?" "Remember how Osborn always gave you all his attention?" The Goblin starts circling around you. "He always loved you like a father would love a daughter..." You watch him carefully. "And now, after coming back from the dead and returning to this universe... He finds out that his only son is dead." You swallow hard. "It broke his heart...or what's left of it. And in the end..." He stops in his tracks right in front of you. The man kneels down and raises his finger, a crazy look in his eyes. "...it broke him completely." He makes a crushing motion with his hand. You start to feel a little bad for Norman. This man went through so much pain, even before his death and now that he is back... It is even worse. The Goblin seems to notice the sad expression on your face. "Oh, don't feel sorry for him. Just wait until you talk to him personally." He takes off his mask and smirks at you with this insane look on his face. "I only feel sorry for you.~" With that he closes his eyes and inhales deeply.

"W-What do you mean?!" Quickly you stand up. "(Y/n)?" You pause mid motion and slowly raise your head. The man before you stares at you with a worried and confused expression. He looks you up and down and notices the bruises on your knees and hands. His eyes widen in realisation. "I-I didn't want this to happen to you..." Norman reaches out with his hand to touch you. But you take a step back looking at him with fear. "HE took it to far. The Goblin. I didn't mean for this to happen... But..." You find your voice again and snap at him. "WHAT is going on here?!" You feel scared, angry and confused. You just want to go home. "Harry is gone and now... I just found out that I was supposed to be dead... I lost my son. I lost my company. I lost my home... Everything I worked so hard for is just gone..." His face distorts in anger and sadness. You could swear you see a tear rolling down his cheek. As you watch him carefully you think about what to do. It still doesn't occur to you, how this whole 'rising from the dead' thing happened. Nor did you know what the Goblin meant by 'this universe'.

But there is one question you want to have an answer to right now. "What does this have to do with me?" Norman looks at you and his expression softens. "Everything I loved is gone except...you." You are taken aback by his answer. 'Did the Goblin tell the truth?' "I-I'm sure I'm not the only one you've left in this world, Mr. Osborn." "How many times did I tell you to call me Norman. Please I just want to offer you something." He again reaches his hand out to touch you but you now take a few steps away from him. His smile falls. "This is madness Mr. Osborn! You are destroying the city! I thought Peter was like a son to you too." He narrows his eyes at your last sentence. "Well that was before he decided to interfere with my plans. Thinks he's something special, going around sticking his fingers in businesses they don't belong." The man answers in a mocking manner. You are unsure if you're talking to Norman or the Goblin right now. "This isn't you Norman... The Goblin is telling you all these lies!"

It is until now that you notice the smoke getting lighter and lighter. Norman starts rambling something to himself. While looking off into the distance behind you. "I'm going to go home now." You tell him while slowly backing up. His gaze snaps back to you, making you jump a little. "Home? No your home is with me...with us." "Us?" You unconsciously ask out loud. "Me and Otto are going to take care of you from now on." 'Dr. Octavius!' You think while freezing mid motion.

The first time you've met him was when Peter first introduced himself to him. You did so too and he immediately remembered your name. "Oh (y/n) nice to finally meet you, dear. Norman was always talking about you. It's good to get to know you personally now." He said reaching out a hand for you to shake it. "Oh...really?" You answerd unsure of how to act. The thought that Norman has talked about you to this man makes you cringe. You didn't even know this Dr. Octavius but he seemed to know everything about you. This moment was awkward... But even more so the fact that he started obsessing over you the way Norman did. He would constantly invite you over for dinner and ask about your day and how you are doing. That was BEFORE the accident happened and turned him into a monster...

It was one or two nights after the whole 'creating the power of the sun' thing went wrong...

You are laying in bed in your apartment. The images of the event are still playing behind your closed eyes. You're tired because of sleepless nights. As you are about to drift off into sleep you hear noises coming from outside. Sleepily you open your eyes a little to look outside the open window. Nothing. You turn around, your back facing the window.

Something starts creeping in through your window. It quietly slithers in your room. One... Two... Three... Four... The metallic arms grab tightly onto the floor and the walls, hoisting up the person controlling them. Quietly the black haired man watches you. You're breathing calmly underneath your blanket. He needs to be quick if he wants to stay undetected.

The moment you notice something gently grabbing you, it was already to late. The mechanical arms grab you around your waist and hoist you into the air. Before you even realize what is happening, you get placed into your captures lap. A hand covering your mouth keeps you from screaming. You, now fully awake, begin to struggle in the two arms holding you. Which ends with you getting pressed even harder against the soft and warm body of the man. "(Y/n) my dear, it's okay. It's me Otto."

Your escape attempts come to a sudden stop and you look up. It is indeed Otto Octavius. His face is barely lit by the streetlight outside your window. There are also four mechanical arms coming into your view. The red light in their center seems to stare at you. With fear in your eyes you try to figure out what is going on. 'Wasn't Dr. Octavius meant to get rid of those in the hospital?!' The scientist removes his hand from your mouth.

"W-What is going on?!" He only smiles at you bittersweet. "I'm sorry my dear for waking you up so roughly." You don't understand what is going on and try to get away from him, pushing against his chest. "Oh, no no. There's no need for such behaviour." He scolds you and grabs both of your wrists with his hands, before you can get any further. "What is the meaning of this?! Dr. Octavius what-" "Please my dear, call me Otto." He sights and pulls you back into his lap. The mechanical arms wrap around the both of you, keeping you close to Ottos warm body. You can't do much except hoping for help to come... "You know how many times I imagined holding you close. How many times I wanted to lock the front door, when you were over for dinner. Just so you would stay and enjoy the evening with me. I even thought about putting something in your food..."

You start to slightly shake in his arms, imagining the different scenarios. Otto notices and hushes you while stroking your head. "It's okay dear, I would never hurt you. I just want you to stay with me, where it's safe. I'll take good care of you." He kisses the top of your head.

"Y/N!" You get pulled back into reality as someone shouts your name. Looking around you spot a red and blue figure swinging your direction. "PETER!" You shout, relieve washing over you. Norman also looks in the figures direction and narrows his eyes. "That damn spider. Always a thorn in my side." He puts on his mask and jumps on his glider. "Let's talk later." The man says, now back in his Goblin voice. Peter has almost reached you, but as he swung to grab you, you feel another arm wrap around your waist. You let out a surprised yell as you get snatched of the ground.

The Goblin grabbed you before Peter could, you struggle in his arms as he's holding you close. He starts to laugh. "Pathetic little spider! Thinks he can take you away just like that!" You yell at him, "LET ME GO!" The bruises on your hands burn as you try to break free and get some of your blood on his suit. "Stop struggling! I'm not as patient as Osborn. I'll put you down for a nap if you prefer that option." You stop in your actions and look up at him with reddened eyes. "Please I... I'm scared." The Goblin growls and then huffs at your statement. "LET HER GO!" Peter yells from a distance. Your captor suddenly stops in his tracks and turns around to face Spider-Man. "Alright then, if you insist." Then he let's go of you. You let out a scream of terror as you fall. "Y/N!" Peter wants to go after you but the Goblin flys right into his side, stopping him from reaching you. Your thoughts are running wild. 'Will this be the end? Am I going to die?'

Before you can even finish these thoughts you land in someone's arms. You don't care who it is as you grab a hold of the persons sweater. Tears start streaming down your cheeks as you close your eyes and hold on for dear life. "Oh no my dear. What did the Goblin do to you? I really need to help Norman, keeping the Goblin at bay. Especially with you around now." You quickly open your eyes. 'This voice...' You look up at your 'savior' and your eyes widen. Smiling down on you is none other than Otto Octavius. His smile is warm, but his expression is filled with concern. You look around and notice that you are on top of a smaller building. "Please put me down! Dr. Octa-" "I'm so sorry my dear. But I'm afraid you'll run away if I put you down." You let out a growl. "Of course I'm going to run away! You two are kidnapping me! Peter is going to save me! I'm not some object to toss around and-" Otto interrupts you one more time. "Hush! Don't say we're kidnapping you. I have to say, it makes me feel sad that you think of yourself as an object in this whole situation. But we'll talk about that later." He answers, sounding a little disappointed. "You belong to Norman and me. No one is going to ever hurt you again. You don't need to worry about anything anymore. We love you." The last sentence was nothing more than a whisper as he kisses the top of your head.

You wanted to protest but he has already turned to leave with you. His four mechanical arms carry you two away, to fast for your liking. "PETER!" You try one last time to break free from his grasp. "(Y/N)! I'LL SAVE YO-" Peter couldn't finish his sentence, as he gets punched in the stomach by the Goblin. "I'm your opponent now little spider. Don't worry about (y/n), she's in good hands." Another punch to the face and he sends Peter flying. "NO!" You yell as you see your friend seemingly helpless against the Goblin. The man holding you brings you closer to his chest, so you don't see the fight anymore. "It's okay my dear. Everything will be fine."

"We had a deal." You hear a faint voice talking.

The last bit of your strength dies down and the adrenaline slowly wears off. You sink down in his arms, as you're getting further and further from the scene. It is strangely comfortable and warm in the arms of your captor. You start to get drowsy and your body increasingly fails to keep you awake. "Now that's much better isn't it? You can rest now, my dear. Don't fight it, it's going to be alright." You turn your head to look at him, barely keeping yourself awake. "W...What...did...you do...?" You manage to mumble the question in your hazy state. "Oh I didn't do anything... At least nothing that you've noticed." With his answer your body gives in to the unconsciousness and you fall asleep in his arms.

"Hehehe, you didn't actually believe that you would get rid of me so easily."

You are laying on something soft. A bed with a blanket covering you.

"You have what you wanted, now go away!" The voice is getting angry.

You carefully start to move your limps. Your mind is still clouded.

"Oh, what a fool you are! Didn't I tell you that I'm going to stay." The other voice sounds much more sinister.

You slowly start to sit up and look around in the room you are in.

"But I have another idea of how to get things settled."

The room you are in is unfamiliar to you.

"As if I would believe another word you are saying."

Your gaze stops at the door. The conversation seems to come from behind it.

"You don't need to believe me, just listen to me."

A shiver runs down your spine the moment you remember the events that took place. Furthermore you now know who that voice belongs to. Norman Osborn. You feel panic bubble up in your stomach and you throw the blanket away. Quickly you stand up from the bed. But the world around you starts spinning as you stand straight. You need to support yourself on the wall. This is when you notice that the scrapes from your fall have been taken care of. They are bandaged very accurately. But you have other things to worry about. You look to the door and then to the window. The door is no option with Norman probably right on the other side of it. Then there is the window... You slowly make your way over to it, carefull to make no sound. As you open it and look down, your heart stops. You are looking down from what is apparently the 20th floor. Underneath you is a very busy street. You are trapped...but you can still try to scream down for help.

The moment you want to lean a little further outside the window, a arm wraps around your body and pulls you back. You let out a scream and the window slams shut. You free yourself from the person holding you and glare at them. "What are you doing (y/n)?" It is Norman, he's wearing a simple gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The shirt is put into his black pants and on his feet are only socks. He looks really concerned and pretty messed up. "I hope you didn't consider jumping. That would be...awful. How could I forget to lock up the window." He mutters the last part more to himself than to you and runs his fingers through his hair. "NO! I wanted to scream for help, because you two are holding me hostage! Just let me go! I'm not your child! I don't know what fantasy world you two live in, but I'm not-" "SILENCE!" You jump a little at his sudden outburst and take a few steps back. Norman sights and straightens up. "I'll not tolerate behavior like that. I know it'll be difficult to adjust to this new life. Otto said that you'll probably be a little agitated..." The man sights. "(Y/n) please honey, don't make this any more difficult. You'll be okay, I promise. Otto and I will give you everything you need." He takes a few steps in your direction. His hands are raised in a calming manner. Like someone would approach a scared animal. Your breathing gets faster and you step back again. "Don't you dare touch me... Why me? I'm a grown up... I live my own life... I don't need you two to protect me! You. Are. Not. My. Parents."

Norman doesn't say anything, he just looks at you with disappointment. "I don't like what I'm about to do... Don't you dare hurt her." He commands with a stern expression. "Who are you...!" The moment you wanted to ask the question, the answer already occurs. Norman's expression changes into a grin. "Hehehe, oh I won't hurt her...much." You gasp and want to make a run for the door, but you get already pulled back. "NO! Not you!" You try to pull away from him. "Oh no, not the Green Goblin!" He imitates you. "Hehehe, you brought this upon yourself sweetheart.~" With all your might you push against him. "No! Norman don't let him hurt me!" You look him in the eyes with a absolute terrified expression. The Goblin just laughs and takes your face in his hand. "Look at you now, shouting for Norman like he would protect you from me." You feel tears slowly filling your eyes. "You know what this reminds me of..." His grip on your face tightens painfully. "This reminds me of a little girl, calling for her dad.~ Why don't you behave, so uncle Goblin doesn't need to teach you good manners." The tears now start running down your face and your mind is fixated on not getting hurt...or hurt even more. "I'm sorry! Please I'm so sorry! Norman please come back! I beg of you!" You plead, doing the only reasonable thing. You close your eyes and start to sob. Then the tight grip on your face loosens and you sink against the chest of the man holding you. You mumble 'I'm sorry.' over and over again, while digging your fingers into his shirt. "There there, it's alright honey. I'm here." Norman is back to himself and strokes your head. He holds you tight against his chest. He knows this is wrong, but he needs you...he needs your attention and your love.

Norman carefully picks you up and walks into the room next door. He walks over to the couch in the living room. You are still holding on tight, afraid to let go. Afraid of the Goblin. Norman sits down, placing you in his lap. "Shhhh, it's okay now sweetheart. I'll not let him out again, I promise." He starts rocking from side to side to calm you down. You start to loosen your grip and just listen to his heart beat.

How can you ever escape? Will Peter find you? Is your family already looking for you?

Suddenly the front door opens and someone steps in. Norman turns his attention away from you and looks over his shoulder. "Ah, Otto you're back already." He says smiling. "Yes my love, it didn't take to long to get everything settled. How's our little sweetheart doing? Is she awake yet?" Otto asks putting down his coat. Then you hear heavy footsteps walking over to Norman and you. "Oh, she woke up a few minutes ago. We were just waiting for you." You hear machinery clicking. Slowly you raise your head and look up at the two man. Otto smiles down at you before his expression turns into a frown. "What happened? You look scared my dear and I can see you were crying." You briefly glance at Norman and then back to Otto. He seems to notice your little gesture and puts a hand on Norman's shoulder. "My love...tell me what really happened." His voice sounds loving but at the same time very firm. Norman tightens his grip around you and you hear his heart beat fasten. You wish you could just vanish right here and there. Norman sights in defeat. "I'm sorry honey... I let the Goblin take control again..." He looks down to you and you can see his expression is guilty.

Otto sights and walks around the couch. He kneels down in front of you two. You watch every move carefully, still afraid to move or say anything. Norman looks at Otto and bites his lower lip. "I don't blame you, my love... But we'll have to talk about this eventually. I know you want this to go as fast as possible but...we'll need to give this time..." Otto smiles at Norman and then he looks at you. Your heart starts to pick up its pace and you look at him with big eyes. 'How do I ever get out of this? How DID I ever get in this?' You feel cornered, you can't go anywhere. "(Y/n) dear, how are you feeling? Do your wounds still hurt?" You slowly shake your head. "I...I feel a little dizzy..." You answer honestly while shifting uncomfortable in Norman's lap. Norman notices and places you next to him on the couch. "That's perfectly normal my dear. After all it's been a very stressful day for you." Otto answers and stands up from his kneeling position. "Norman could you make our little girl something to drink?" Norman snaps out of his thoughts and nods. "Yes of course." He answers and stands up looking at Otto. Dr. Octavius whispers, "Thank you, my love." and gives him a quick kiss on the lips. With that Norman disappears into another room.

Otto watches Norman go into the kitchen, before turning to you again. His mechanical arms start moving. One is getting a folded blanket from an arm chair and another one is getting a handkerchief from a box. You watch them cautiously as they hand the items to Otto. He offers you the handkerchief. "Don't think bad of Norman. You might not understand his actions but he did this because he loves you. It is frustrating for him not getting anything back from you." You just stare at the handkerchief in his hand. Is this supposed to be your fault? You carefully take the item from him. "So you are guilt tripping ME for this whole situation? For not playing along? For not loving two men that KIDNAPPED me as my fathers?" You found your voice again and whipe away your tears with the handkerchief. At first Otto doesn't answer you right away. He just takes the blanket, unfolds it and wraps it around your shoulders. The man kneels back down and holds the blanket firmly to bring you closer to him. "(Y/n) my dear, if only you knew what we saw in this other universe... It's hard to explain but..." He seems to have problems finding the right words. Furthermore he looks very affected. "Norman and I we found out that you've died in this other universe. We were devastated..." You swallow hard, still confused how this is even possible. "Some bad people killed you. That's why we decided to take you away, once we were back to our own universe. This is to protect you. Now that we are alive again after all those years...we've lost everything. But the only person we both love and care for is still here. You're all we've left." You feel bad for them. But is keeping you away from everyone really the best for you?

Tears start welling up in your eyes again. This is to much for your brain to process. Their pain. Your pain. A big lump forms in your throat, keeping you from saying anything. You wanted to say something but your mouth only escapes a little whimper. Ottos expression softens and he finishes wrapping the blanket tightly around you. Then he sits on the couch with you, pulling you closer to him. Norman comes back with some tea. "I made your favorite." He says while sitting the tray down. There are three cups and a pot full of tea. "Thank you my dear. I think this'll help our little sweetheart relax." Norman smiles and pours in the tea. He hands you the tea, which you take carefully after freeing your hands from the blanket. "Be careful it's hot." Norman says while handing another cup to Otto. You don't want to admit it but you've never felt that comfortable in a while. You slowly take a little sip from the tea. It tastes absolutely wonderful. Norman sits down next to you. One of the mechanical arms grabs another blanket and wraps it around Norman. "Thank you, honey." The blonde man whispers and moves closer to you.

You've already finished the majority of your tea as you feel your eyes getting heavy. Otto notices and puts your cup on the table. You let your head rest on the chest of Dr. Octavius while you feel Norman tracing patterns on your back. You let yourself sink into the love the two man give you. And after a few minutes you've sunken into a deep sleep.

"I've never felt so fulfilled and happy." One of the two men whispers. "I think we both never felt that...until now."

#otto octavius x reader x norman osborn #otto octavius #dr. octopus #norman osborn #green goblin #doctor otto octavius #the amazing spider man #spiderman #spiderman marvel #marvel #spiderman no way home #one shot #x reader #william dafoe #alfred molina #tobey maguire #peter parker

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doopdevil · 3 years ago

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Hi! Just wanted to say I love your blog I just found it not to long ago and your work is amazing! 💕 Also I wanted to know if I I could request an HC of Curt Connors, Otto Octavius, and Norman Osborn (separate if you don’t mind?) With an S/O who’s an artist and is trying so hard to teach them how to draw but it’s like not working at all? 😂💕 And again thank you so much!

sinister 5 villains x reader | artist!s/o hcs

MASTERLIST

warnings: mild cursing ; body insecurities ; art is difficult ; overall fluff and goofs

pairings: otto octavius x gender neutral!reader ; norman osborn x gender neutral!reader ; curt connors x gender neutral!reader

word count: 1,187

summary: your boyfriend is astonished by your artistic abilities. although trying to teach him takes quite a bit of work.

a/n: thank you so much for the request! for the hcs i also added some stuff on general artist s/o things. this was a lot of fun to write, i hope you like it! <3

OTTO

Otto definitely has an appreciation for the arts! Although his passion lies in science, he can enjoy more artistic and expressive endeavors. The man is a romantic at heart and takes a thoughtful approach to the art he sees.

If you create art thought? You’ve blown him away. He’s absolutely captivated by your work, in both awe and utter confusion!

“The process is quite simple, actually. I decided to use more saturated tones in order to accentuate these lines, making a callback to the centerpiece. In the foreground, I made sure the hues were far more subtle.”

“I see!”

“You do?”

“...Not really. I have no idea what you just said. Regardless, it’s gorgeous. It makes me feel… hopeful,” he muttered, brows furrowed in concentration as he surveyed your work.

“I’m flattered by your support, Otto, really.” You sighed, “...But you’ve been staring at it for 10 minutes. It’s not finished, sweetie.”

Sometimes you’ll affectionately call him your “Vitruvian Man,” especially when he dons his extra arms.

Otto was pretty confused when you tried to teach him how to draw. He’s flustered at all the details a viewer doesn’t tend to take into account when looking at art. All in all, he’s unprepared, but his curiosity beats it by far.

“Where does the light hit the sphere, Otto?”

“From the lamp,” he replied simply, gesturing towards the light hanging from your ceiling.

You released a sigh. This would be a long night.

A few days into your lessons, he surprises you!

“Otto, this is wonderful! But what is it?”

“...It was supposed to be you.”

“OH-”

It takes a bit, but Otto is a fast learner, and eventually gets the hang of it! Within weeks you’ve established the basics with him and now he understands your process so much more.

After drawing with him, at work he finds himself absentmindedly doodling in his notes. It seems you brought out his creative side.

If this occurs before his accident, expect to be helping him with sketches for his prototype. When he first sees it he’s overjoyed to finally see his vision come to life.

You draw Otto. A lot. When you first show him a drawing you made of him, he’s both flattered and shocked! Before meeting you, the man hadn’t expected someone to draw him. Seeing it in person is almost surreal.

If he ever feels insecure about his appearance, you make sure to tell him how handsome he is in vivid detail.

“Your soft features make you all the more attractive to me. Every crease I see displays a sign of strength and survival, tying you together. Your-”

Otto is blushing furiously. It seems you broke him. He nearly shattered when you continued gushing over him while stroking his cheek.

When you’re creating something large, like a mural perhaps, he’s happy to pick you up with his tentacles if you need assistance.

NORMAN

Although Norman can appreciate the work that goes into art, sometimes he struggles to find meaning in it. But that changes once he meets you.

Norman has a particular interest in more historical items, evident by his mask collection in his manor. He adores hearing you talk about art history, allowing you to explain the context of various pieces. Sometimes though, he just asks so he can listen to your voice.

He is incredibly supportive of your vocation. Do you need some supplies? Done. Are you having an art show? He tries his best to attend every single one. If you accept commissions, he definitely mentions you to his connections, eager to spread your name.

“Darn, I need more cadmium red,” you sighed, gazing upon your empty tube of paint.

Norman merely slides his credit card towards you.

“Go nuts,” he winks.

Norman found himself caught off guard at the idea of him trying art. Him? An artist?

You’re one of the few people he shows his gentle side to. His soft demeanor and tenderness had proved to you that he held a great capacity for more emotional artwork.

Norman clearly had a lot on his plate; especially once the goblin came into play, and you’ve been working together to help him find ways to relax. That’s how you came to organize little art therapy sessions for the two of you a couple of times a week.

He’s incredibly frustrated at first.

“I don’t get what I’m doing wrong,” he grumbled, “Why does it look like this?”

“Well Norman, why shouldn’t it look that way?”

“It’s a mess! A literal pile of brush strokes and scribbles.”

“It’s abstract. Did you enjoy painting it?”

“...Yes.”

“Then scribble away.”

He was hesitant at first, but he grew to enjoy painting. They’re not always the most detailed or elegant, but it’s a tactile way for him to express his feelings. Norman also feels a lot closer to you during the activity.

But then you tried to teach him drawing.

So many precious pencils had broken in the crossfire. But with patience, he learned to enjoy drawing as well. Much like his paintings, they’re amalgamations of lines, abstract in every way. Norman’s feelings are incredibly complex, especially when dealing with his alter ego, so words can’t always convey his frustrations.

Once he got the hang of it, he drew a lovely picture of Harry as a baby.

“I don’t think this is so bad, actually,” he paused, “Harry was just a weird-looking baby.”

CURT

Curt is incredibly captivated by your work. Even before you date, several of your pieces occupy his home. He feels like your artwork is just another wonderful part of you.

“What do you like about it?” You smiled.

“I like that you made it.”

As a scientist, objective data and facts are more up his speed. When it comes to art, the man can be a bit confused. But he’s got the spirit.

“Wow, this is great!” Curt said, trying to spark conversation while you tour an art museum. In order to impress you, he had done a bit of research into several of the pieces, eager to show he knows a thing or two. But he hadn’t looked into every piece, nor were you naive.

“Curt. Even I don’t know what the hell this is.”

“Well it’s obviously a… a…” he stuttered before sighing dejectedly, “Christ, I don’t know. A butt?”

Curt had become proficient with his left arm and hand, additionally developing particularly neat handwriting. Although he never considered using it to draw.

When you’d explain to process to him, he’d listen intently, impressed by your understanding of the craft itself.

Sometimes to help him find a good angle, you’d gently cup his hand in yours to guide him. Eventually, some of the mistakes he’d make would be on purpose.

Inspired by his profession in herpetology, he would draw lizards! But only lizards.

“This lizard looks amazing Curt! Next time I’ll show you how to draw people-”

“No. I want to draw more lizards.”

You made him a drawing of his lizard form that he keeps in his office. To him, it’s like your way of saying you accept him, no matter what.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 3 years ago

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Quiet as a Cat, Sneaky as a Spider🕷 | Spider-Man No Way Home MASTERLIST

Contains spoilers for Spider-Man: No Way Home

Pairings: Tobey!Spider-Man x female!Reader /Black Cat (Romantic) , Andrew!Spider-Man (Platonic/flirtatious), Tom!Spider-Man (Platonic), Michele Jones-Watson (Platonic), Ned Leeds (Platonic). Dr. Otto Octavious (Platonic/Flirtatious).

Premise: Having been pulled into another universe where an alternate version of her once on-again/off-again lover and occasional nemesis/ally exists, Y/N L/N finds herself having to suit up again as her long retried anti-hero persona in order to help three SpiderMen face off against some familiar faces causing trouble in New York City.

Content Warnings: Fluff, Angst, spoilers for SMNWH, profanity, violence, implications of sex through innuendoes, flirtatious banter, references to past SA trauma, mentions of death. Slight nsfw in p.5

Black Cat theme from the Spider-Man PS4 game | original black cat comic suit | NWH suit (my interpretation) | My Pinterest Board | Spotify playlist

Note: For this series, it will be told in third person POV and although it is a reader insert it will be as though the reader is a version of Felicia Hardy/Black Cat from Tobey’s universe. I’ll also be taking inspiration from her in the Spider-Man game as well as her comic persona. Think of it like she is Tobey!Peter love interest instead of Mary Jane (although Mary Jane still plays her same role from Spider-Man because Peter doesn’t know Y/N is black cat till the events of Spider-Man 2). I plan to write both a prequel series and possibly a post NWH series so let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future works.

I do not own any characters from Marvel Comics, Marvel Studios and all affiliated with them. All rights belong to the owners and this is just fan-fiction for fans pleasure. This series contains MAJOR spoilers for Spider-Man No Way Home, so if you have not seen it then please do not read this yet.

Series Chapter List (Completed 💌):

Quiet As A Cat: On the hunt for multiversal beings that were pulled into his universe after a botched spell gone wrong, young Peter Parker falls into a game of cat & mouse when a woman in black with a grappling hook manages to escape his every move.

The Spiders Chit-Chat: While crafting the cures for the five villains, the three Peters get to talking which leads to the youngest of the bunch learning the identity of the mystery woman, and the oldest discovering why he hadn’t heard from a certain someone all day.

Sneaky As A Spider: The three Peters come face-to-face with the master escape artist donned in a new suit, who happens to have a very personal connection with the older Spider-Man in their group.

Trying To Do Better, Yet Brilliant But Lazy: The Spider-Men are up against the fight of their lives when former enemies from the past work together to destroy the ritual box needed to sent them back home. With a little help from two high school students, and a escape artist with a knack of bad luck behind her, familiar faces are reacquainted. Some for better, and some for worse.

3 Is The Magic Number: Goodbyes are hard, but necessary for the greater good. In an emotional conclusion to a day turned upside down, young Peter Peter makes a decision that alters his life forever. A life-long connection is born, and a certain cat has one last piece of advice not just for him, but the for Peter still haunted by his greatest mistake.

Extras & Outtakes

Lost In...New York?

The Heart Of The Spiders: Michele Jones had one important job, keep the ritual box safe and away from the multiversal villains. While the three Spider-Mans are off being the hero, MJ takes her chance to flee the lab in hopes of finding a safe place for the box when Ned fails to close the portal. They get separated in the school and to the teenagers surprise, she comes face-to-face with two other worldly visitors—who are quite familiar with Spider-Man themselves.

Series In Association

Family Of Cats & Spiders 🕷 🤍 | Sequel (completed 💌)

The Cat & Her Spider🕸 🌃 | Prequel (in progress 📝)

Collage made by me, pictures from Pinterest

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Tag list: @m-1234, @tsukishimawhore,

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schiz0ne · 2 years ago

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Harry's Logic <3

Here's the original "The Human Spider" <3

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etherealninfa · 2 years ago

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#alfred molina fanart #alfred molina #william dafoe #doctor otto octavius #doctor octopus #doctor otto octavious #doctor octavius #dr otto octavius #dr octopus #dr octavius #green goblin #otto octavius #doctor octopus x reader

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dainty-fingertips · 2 years ago

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Oneshot/headcanon requests open!

Specifically for Spider-Man, since that’s my current fixation 💪

Characters I will will write for:

Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

Norman Osborn/Green Goblin

Max Dillon/Electro

Adrian Toomes/Vulture

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Harry Osborn

Montana/Shocker

Alex O’Hirn/Rhino

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

And I will write for any sort of media! This includes 60s - modern, live action and animated ❤️

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twisted-monster · 3 years ago

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SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME. THE NEW TRAILER OH MY GOODNESS. I SAW DOC OCK, ELECTRO, GREEN GOBLIN, AND THE LIZARD.

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pillsarchive · 3 years ago

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Otto Octavius / Reader - '13 squids' Chptr 1

In which you rip a piece of glass out of the Doctor's arm and he starts to feel things, feel things for a person. Ew, gross, that's never happened before. Maybe he's lost more blood than he thought he did? BAD AT SUMMARY'S _ PLEASE READ.

Authors Note: Its like 12 monkeys except the plot lines aren't similar at all and it's 13 instead of 12 squids instead of monkeys. Im going through my drafts and publishing anything good, I dont have time to think of a better title.

When you moved to new york, you assumed the place would be……well new york. Rats on the street, strange people asking you even stranger questions, the normal everyday weirdness that came along with living in a big city. New york was “quirky”, that’s what everyone kept telling you.

This definitely was not fucking quirky.

You let a string of profanities as you ducked behind the bar counter, the garbage can hurdling through the window of the restaurant barely missing your head. You crawled over to the corner of the counter as fast as you could, curling up into a fetal position and trying to steady your breathing. Hopefully the hard wood would shield you from the fight going on outside, but you doubted it. Heroes and villains brawling on the street was something you’d never get used to. You supposed it was just the way things were now, in the 90s people had portable cd players, now they had iphones. 10 Years ago people had cops, now you had people made of sand and skinny kids in spandex injected with spider DNA. You weren't the type to care about superhero politics, people were fallible and it felt weird to idolize or demonize them based on a handful of chaotic events where no one actually physically there could really fully understand what was going on, flying cars and screaming usually made it hard to pay close attention to things. You just wish they weren't allowed to destroy property. This sucked. Another piece of scrap metal flew over your head and you yelped.

“GIVE IT UP OCTO DOCTOR”

Aaaaah. So that’s who it was. You’d seen spiderman when the fight first began, but you werent sure who he was scuffing with. Otto Octavius, the guy with four metal arms attached to his spine or something. Pretty intimidating. You’d seen videos of him, robbing banks, ripping tank sized holes through government buildings, he’d use his arms for support and just hang there like a ragdoll, smiling and looking at the crowd through his sunglasses. You wondered if he ever walked around anymore. You felt the earth shake and rumble, for metal tentacles gripped the ground and a pair of black boots floated along the top of the restaurant window.

“What doc, you running away? They should start calling you doc bawk bawk baaawk in the papers!”

Jesus, this kid had to work shop his quips.

“If you -” He coughed loudly.

“If you know whats best for you you’ll stay out of my way, spider.”

You cringed into yourself at the sound of his voice. That cough sounds nasty, is he sick?

With that the tentacles scampered away, as did the black boots.

As you sat on the floor and shook you realized the commotion outside was over. No more loud noises. Slowly, you got up off the floor and poked your head out.

Nothing. Just an empty, fucked up street outside.

The lithe figure in the gaudy spandex jumped after the doctor and you crumpled to the floor.

A few tears spilled down your face and you laughed. Loud noises, banging, abrupt movements, it all terrified you. You were jumpy, you didn't know where it came from - luckily most people found it endearing. That or they tried to make you dance purposefully, slamming books closed, yadda yadda. You’d gotten a lot of that in grade school.

After a few minutes you got up and brushed yourself off. Time to clean up. Yaaaaaaay.

You were pissed. If you left the restaurant like this your boss would be angry angry, you could call him but you’d rather not deal with another bout of yelling and loud angry noise tonight, you might actually have a breakdown if anyone else spoke to you or touched you for the rest of the week. After you cleaned the debris off the floor you’d figure out an excuse as to why you didnt want to talk to him unless it was over text. Old people and cell phone etiquette.

You got a rag and wiped all the glass and concrete off of the counter top onto the floor, stacking the barstools ontop of the bar to get them off the floor. Now for the fun part - sweeping. You actually quite enjoyed cleaning most of the time, you found it relaxing to put on your big clunky headphones and dance around the restaurant while you got it sparkling. That’s one of the reasons you’d taken the closing shift - less people, more interesting conversation, more alone time. The bigger broom was kept in the big back storage room, you walked towards the rear of the floor and dug the keys out of your pocket - about to open the door.

That’s when you heard it.

“Ah, ah, good god.” Someone was behind the door. They were in pain.

Immediately you rushed for the first aid kit and the bat your boss kept on the wall (Your boss gave every female employee working alone mandatory “self defense” lessons with the thing, they usually ended with the guy going on tangents about his favorite ball team.)

It was probably someone that had turned into collateral during the fight, hiding in the storage room because it was the only door in the back alley that was open.

…..The only door open.

Your stomach fell. It wasn't open, you remembered locking it right after the delivery guys left. That door was made of metal and hardwood, at least an inch thick, and you knew from experience that it was nearly impossible to break down. Once you’d gotten locked in that storage room for 15 minutes - it was in the dead of winter and you thought you were going to die. You clipped the first aid kit around your lanyard and got ready to swing the bat, whatever was back there was strong as shit and you really didnt want to see what it was. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered if your heart was supposed to beat this hard, maybe you were having an attack? Swallowing your fear you quietly unlocked the door and swung it open.

“DONT TRY TO HURT ME, I WANT TO HELP YOU SO JUST DON-”

You began to yell out your demands when you realized who it was.

Doctor Octavius.

His blood was all over the floor and he was gripping his shoulder, trying to apply pressure you guessed. His tentacles were cooing and chirping, almost like they were concerned for him. Crying for help.

The baseball bat clattered to the floor.

“Oh Jesus, ok. -”

You kneeled down next to him and the arms hissed at you. The doctor seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness, he just looked at you and blinked, not saying anything. You stood your ground, the arms continued their hissing.

You raised the medical bag in the air.

“I thought you were an intruder, someone trying to rob the storage room. I'm sorry if I scared you, I just want to help. I'm not a professional, but I've been to a few emergency first aid classes. I wont hurt you, I promise, but if you dont let me help he’ll continue to lose blood and he might die. “

You looked the metal arms in their red eyes as you spoke, they seemed to almost understand what you were saying. Maybe they were sentient? Like little robots? One of them cocked their head to the side.

“Please.”

As much as you didnt want to deal with this, you couldn't watch this man die. You didnt know why he robbed banks, stole chemicals and metal, but you assumed he had a good reason for it. He had been a doctor once, well respected, a genius, whatever he was doing had to be right (in his mind at least). No one was completely one thing.

The tentacles seemed to confer amongst themselves, then to your amazement they cleared away from Octavius. One of them nodded towards him and cooed. They were giving you permission.

You paused for a moment and then scrambled closer to the man.

“Otto? Dr. Octavius? Dont fall asleep doctor, you have to stay awake for me okay?” His slumped over form slowly turned to look at you.

“You dont have to talk, just stay awake. Im going to take your coat off to see if I can get a better look at the injury.”

One by one you lifted his limp arms through his jacket and shrugged the leather off of him. Jesus fuck. There was a piece of glass stuck into the top of his arm, it was massive. Nearly half the size of a mug and halfway stuck in. You opened the medical bag and grabbed a sizeable pair of plier grabby things. You did mention you weren't a professional. You sanitized the pliers and looked at him.

“I dont know if you can hear me, but this is going to hurt. Im really sorry.” You turned your gaze to the metal arms moving and wriggling around behind his back.

“Understand that im not doing this because I want to hurt him, when I pull it out I need you to make sure he doesnt kill me, I need you not to kill me, can you do that for me please?” The tentacles chittered and one wiggled up and down, nodding at you in agreement.

You took a deep breath, squeezed the doctors other shoulder lightly, and yanked on the glass with the pliers. It came out smoothly.

Suddenly the doctors eyes turned from half lidded and sleepy to wide and glassy. He moaned in pain and reached for his shoulder, you grabbed his dirty hand before he could touch the wound and guided it to the ground, holding onto it for a moment while you pressed a clean cloth to the cut to stop the bleeding.

“Shhhh, you’ll be okay. It hurts right now, but it will get better. Just pull through for me, I need to stop some of the bleeding, sanitize the wound, and then give you stitches. It wont take long, you’re going to be okay Octavius. Alright?” To your surprise he actually responded. He hissed a quiet “thank you” and squeezed your hand.

You gave a solemn nod.

“I'm sure anyone else in my position would try to do the same.” He flinched when you sanitized the wound, but for the most part he was still. Even while you were giving him sutures he stayed still and looked at the room, or your face. After the offending object had been pulled out of his arm it seemed like the pain was mostly downhill. When you were completely done you realized you had no clue what to do with him. He was a wanted criminal, obviously, that's half the reason you chose the home operation approach, where were you supposed to take the big dude now? To his villain lair where he couldn't reach anyone if he needed help? Did he even have a place to live?

He was mostly conscious at this point, but he still stayed silent.

“So, what now?”

He turned to you, confused.

“What now?”

“Yeah, what now? I assume if you knew how to take care of semi big injuries like that the tentacles, arms, im sorry, they’d know too. They’re smart. I cant leave you here, your tussling with the spider kid kind of totally fucked up the resteraunt and now I have to call my boss - he’d kill you if he found you here -” The doctor chuckled.

“Would he now?” You cracked a small smile.

“He’d give it a good college try. So, that being said there are a few options. I get you a hotel room for a few nights and sneak you in, I take you back to your house - lair - dungeon - whatever and check in on that arm wound once every few days, or……you stay at my place I guess.”

His smirk enduring, he tried to shrug his jacket on.

“NO- “ You put your hand on the leather.

“I dont wanna know what the last time you had that thing cleaned was. If that gets on the wound ,even while it’s dressed, there’s a serious chance you could get a very very gnarly infection.”

He rolled his eyes, but to your relief he put the soiled piece of leather down.

“I was, before my…. Social fall from grace, one of the best scientists in the world. You dont think I know enough to treat an arm wound?”

“Im not saying that, im saying

A: I’ve known a few scientists in my time, when I think of them I dont think ‘personal hygiene, self care, awareness of their needs.’ I know a guy, he’s in college majoring in quantum physics and I once saw him drink cold chocolate ensure for a month straight because he ‘didnt have time for ramen.

B: It would be easier with an extra pair of eyes, you cant see the back part of your own shoulder too well.

C: It would make me feel better. I already have an anxiety thing, if my brain knows there’s a guy somewhere that I stitched up, who may be dead, alive, or dying, ill freak the hell out.”

He sneered.

“I dont need the help of a college student.” “Im not in college. Im a free lance artist. I just go to shows a lot, there’s a really good Oingo Boingo cover band that plays around here, that's how quantum and I met.”

“Even worse. Your practically asking me to babysit you. What makes you think I wont just leave, you cant stop me.” You stared into his deep green eyes and cracked a smile.

“If you wanted to leave you’d already be gone.”

He stayed silent.

“If you dont need my help, that’s fine, ill just see you on your way and go home. I just thought it would be nice if you had someone that could help you when you couldnt help yourself. You’re a grown man, im not forcing you to do anything.”

He looked at you. He was clearly thinking about something, but there were no clues about his answer to your question on his face. He was stoic, his greyish brown hair was fluffy and his skin looked soft despite the wrinkles and marks that peppered it. His glasses were crooked on his nose and…..and he had no……shirt. How you failed to realize this earlier you were not entirely sure - but oh wow. He was a soft man, and his stomach was covered by a metal plate that looked attached to his skin, for the arms you guessed. You wondered if it hurt him, you’d have to inquire more about the arms later. As you looked at his face you realized he was sort of beautiful. Hopefully he did keep in contact, you wanted to ask if you could paint him. A voice derailed your train of thought.

“If I need you, lll find you….”

You watched as he reached out to you and ran his gloved fingers through your long hair, brushing it over your shoulder exposing your name tag.

“Thank you, y/n.”

Telling from the look in his eyes he was being completely genuine. He began to get up when you stopped him.

“Wait”

He looked down at you, smirking, and he pulled a cigar and a lighter out of his pocket.

“What?”

The air smelled familiar. He smoked clove, the same as you. Yours were herbal cigarettes, though. Non addictive. As attractive as you thought smoking once in a while was, other people begged to differ. You’d saw your own leg off before you doomed yourself to a life of unwanted, unwarranted medical advice and shaming from strangers on the street.

You looked at his arms.

“What should I call them? I’ve been referring to them as tentacles in my head, but that’s just because the papers gave you that nickname. I dont want to offend them.”

He stopped. A look of genuine surprise crossed his face, then he put the mask back on and continued to smirk at you. He processed what you said, and then he laughed.

“Smart, smart girl. Good job, it takes most people a while to realize they’re somewhat sentient. Actuators, that’s what they prefer. Though they dont mind arms either, just not tentacles. They really should ask before they print that sort of thing in the news, i’ve never met a - for lack of a better term - supervillain that likes their nickname. Except the green goblin, but…. You know-”

“He’s just kind of weird, man.”

“Yeah, that.”

The actuators chittered, trying to get the doctors attention. He turned to them briefly, the same look that proud fathers get when they talk to their children crossed his face, then he turned back to you.

“They like you.”

You blinked, and he was gone.

He doesn't hover.

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