#yandere doc

[nevadancitizen]

-> FASCINATION WITH THE ORDINARY

synopsis: your world is vastly different from the nevada native to madness combat. after the main three + 2bdamned get transported to your world, they each find things that fascinate them.

word count: 2.5k

characters: hank, deimos, sanford, 2bdamned, player! reader

trigger warnings: ehh slight yandere/obsession but could also be read as super heavy pining if you're not into that lol

notes: madness combat fandom arise. madness combat fandom come back to me (also set in @/saltymongoose 's self-aware au)

For the sake of consistency, let’s imagine that the Player lives in a big, lonely, woodsy and plain-sy plot of land. There’s little to no outside human interaction, and lots of animals wandering through the area with a river running through it. For the wildlife, I’m basing it on the American South because I’ve lived here my entire life and know how they act.

SUNSETS & SUNRISES

2BDamned would be the most entranced, since he has the most memories from before the fall and before Hank killed the sun. He’s an early riser by nature (since his body has conditioned him so he’s mostly overworked and under-rested, as unhealthy as it is), so he leans more towards the beauty of a sunrise, towards the light that starts to paint the dark sky with hazy orange shades and rosy hues. He likes breathing in the crisp air and the way it almost sends a shock through his lungs.

But the sun stirs a lingering feeling of nostalgia, though, for the way things were before everything fell to madness. Doc tries his best not to let the thoughts get the better of him as you slip through the front door and out onto the front porch, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. 

God, he could imagine staying like this forever: just you, him, a beautiful sunrise, and coffee. Surely the way you pay attention to him, the way you get up extra early to watch the sunrise, the way you doctor his coffee just right – they’re all examples of how you care for him, just as he cares for you. But for now, he’ll just bide his time, blowing the steam off the surface of his coffee and purring, soft and raspy, both at the taste and because of your company.

But that doesn’t stop the others from appreciating the astounding view at dusk, because Sanford and Deimos are more partial to sunsets after long days. They like lounging in the adirondack chairs set up around the fire pit, cracking open a few beers, and simply relaxing with you. (Don’t worry, Sanford will gather firewood and Deimos will set it alight if it’s a little too cold for your taste.)

They’re fresher clones, so they don’t remember the sun well, if at all. They both always go quiet when the sun starts to dip below the horizon. Sanford props his tea sunglasses on top of his head and Deimos sets his cigarette in the ashtray as they both stare at the way the light turns the clouds purple and paints the sky with pink streaks. It stirs something sad in your heart – both of these men are pushing and just over the cusp of thirty, yet they don’t know the simple sweetness of a sunset. 

But as soon as night overtakes the sky, they both turn their attention back to you. Deimos makes some suave comment about your beauty being nothing in the face of a sunset in that rumbling, smooth voice of his, and Sanford gives him a pointed glare. Sanford points out that your beauty and the beauty of nature are two whole different things, but keeps showering you with not-so-inadvertent compliments, leaving you flustered and blushing from both grunt’s words.

Hank is somewhat of an anomaly with this one. All of the grunt’s biological clocks are absolutely porked from their time without a sun, but Hank’s affected the worst by far. (That, and he doesn’t really care for the sun. He literally slaughtered it.) Therefore, he’s more privy to waking up in the middle of the night and dragging you onto the roof to look at the stars. 

He likes laying on his back with you on his chest, pointing out the brightest stars and asking you questions about them. (He doesn’t really care, he just likes hearing your voice.) He loves your vivid descriptions of the constellations and how you describe them in intricate ways. To Hank, they’re just sparkly, unreachable dots in the sky, but it seems like, to you, they’re beautiful: like millions of silver nails driven into a dome of dark blue velvet. 

He savors the moments like these the most, when you’re alone with him. There’s no sound except for the crickets and dog-day cicadas and spring peepers and your voice and Hank’s sputtering purring. Honestly, it’s as it should be – without those other pesky dipshits ruining your time together. (Well, he can tolerate Doc, but that annoying extraction team could go fuck themselves for all he cared.)

ENTERTAINMENT

Sanford hates being lazy. He hates feeling like he’s not doing anything useful, even if he’s being useful by resting. The only real way to make him sit down and stop moving is by trapping him on the couch, laying your head in his lap, and turning on the TV. (Even if, for the first thirty minutes, he’s too focused on you and your body heat and how fast his heart is beating to even consider looking at the TV.)

But the thing he loves watching the most isn’t any sort of movie with amazing cinematography or show with riveting writing – it’s infomercials. Specifically, infomercials from the 90’s to the late 2000’s. He likes seeing what things could’ve been like if there was no madness in Nevada, because things are oddly peaceful (at least, to him) in your world. Billy Mays and Cathy Mitchell make him wonder about domestic life with you (even if the Jupiter Jack and the Xpress Redi-Set-Go are completely obsolete by now), and how these little gadgets would make your life together supposedly go smoother.

He likes combing his claws carefully through your hair as you both watch these people play up how useful these obviously useless inventions are. He tries to avert his eyes and act interested in the TV as you look up at him and point out how the Red Devil Grill was recalled because it got so hot it collapsed and caused fires, but can’t. He just can’t keep his eyes off you when you look up at him so sweetly, and can you blame him? You just make his face so warm and his heart beat so fucking fast…

Deimos has always had a fascination with electronics, but it’s mostly been from a tactical and weaponized standpoint. But he’s discovered (well, really, you introduced him to) video games. He absolutely loves curling up into your side, purring and providing commentary as he watches you play. (Because, despite his trying, he hasn’t really gotten a hang of the controls yet.)

He loves more story-fueled games with characters he can really get attached to. He likes investing himself in things and people that don’t actually affect him, because seeing your favorite character go through dire straits or even die hurts for a little while, but it’s nothing compared to seeing someone get eviscerated right in front of you. And, yeah, he totally cried when Arthur Morgan died (and totally played it up so that you’d comfort him). 

He also likes draping himself over you in the middle of a boss fight, wriggling and nuzzling into your cheek, causing you to giggle, lose focus, and, obviously, die. He strings together half-hearted apologies through his raspy purring, but he’s not really sorry. More deaths means more time spent with him, and internally, he’s completely and honestly unapologetic for his underhanded tactics. 

Due to the nature of his administrative role, Doc spends a lot of time in front of screens. He likes to unplug and unwind by reading, no doubt with a straight-up hazardous amount of coffee by his side. He prefers reading with you with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, whether you’re also reading or working on something else. Though he’s inexperienced (and sometimes even shy) with these types of things, he’s more than happy to ease into affectionate touches and romance that kills his common sense with you. 

His tastes are often cheap, but when he earns enough dough, he likes to splurge on second-hand college anatomy textbooks. No, he’s not planning on going to university, but he wants to know the inner workings of the human system (and, therefore, the inner workings of you). He also likes speculative biology and seeing what humans think about other intelligent species potentially being out there.

He would absolutely be elated (though he tries his best to hide it) if you took his interests seriously and discussed them with him. He tries to keep you in his makeshift office and away from the others so you can continue to spend this precious alone time with him, but that doesn’t stop the red-hot flare of jealousy as one of the others bursts in with a childish ask about something that should be obvious. (Of fucking course you wouldn’t want to go for a walk, Deimos, have you seen the weather out? Leave you and him alone!)

Obviously Hank would love gorefest and splatter film movies because of his all-encompassing and absolute love for carnage, and he’d love them even more if you got scared and hid yourself in his shoulder or chest. It’s clear that he’s your strongest and most capable vessel, so he clearly agrees with your choice to choose him as your protector (even if that choice is based on an instinctive need to hide). 

He also loves WWE and MMA fighting. When given the choice, he opts for MMA because it’s real and bloody and he prefers seeing people push themselves to their absolute limit rather than some predetermined fight that serves a higher storyline. (But, then again, he really likes the clip of Undertaker breaking into Paul Bearer’s house during an interview and throwing a cabinet at him because, what the fuck? He’s never thought of that before! Using things from the environment when out of weapons instead of his fists could be an improvement. Maybe he can learn a thing or two from these fake fighters…)

And, yes, if you give him access to Twitter he will turn your entire timeline into those backyard fight videos and dashcam car crashes. He doesn’t mean to, it just happens.

ANIMALS

Being a natural night owl, Deimos loves keeping a lookout for what critters come out at night. When he’s on the front porch with you, smoking a cigarette and waving away mosquitoes, he makes sure to keep an eye out for weird and unusual wildlife. (While pressed against your side and purring loudly, no doubt.)

He likes watching the whip-poor-wills swoop down and catch the moths that swarm around the overhead porch lights. Yes, he will try to catch one, but backs off when you tell him to. Instead, he opts for digging in the dirt to find beetles and grubs to toss up in the air for the small birds to catch. He will kinda feel bad if the beetles hit the ground but will continue to throw them to the birds when you tell him insects are basically immune to fall damage, so… no harm, no foul.

He’s also absolutely enamored by raccoons. He likes throwing food to them from the safety of the porch and watching them eat with their little grabby hands. He’s very reckless so, despite your warnings, he’ll try to squirrel one away inside the house. (He does this multiple times and, without fail, gets bitten each time. 2B has given him multiple rabies shots after shooing the raccoons out with a broom.)

Speaking of Doc, he enjoys going out in nature and finding decaying things just to see how many buzzards arrive. He excuses it with something about wanting to see if decomposition works the same across both your world and his, but he secretly finds some relation with the birds – something about being deliverers and arbiters and negators of death. (Though the last one really only applies to him.)

He also likes the rare sightings of wild horses. He’ll go out of his way to (carefully, shyly) rouse you from whatever you’re doing to go take a look at the majestic beasts, and he’ll be even more excited if there’s a foal wandering between the stocky legs of the adults. 

He just barely brushes his fingers against yours as you both stand on the edge of the treeline and watch them graze. Seeing the foal break from the herd, kick out and tumble and fall over and immediately get back up sparks… something in his heart. A vision. Just you, just him, linked pinkies, and a future together, with this warm feeling in his chest.

Hank really likes the more dangerous creatures. He gets along well with cottonmouth and other venomous snakes (and “gets along well” really means that they’re mean as can be and strike as often as possible while he just holds them and smiles at you). 

If you don’t keep a close enough eye on him, he’ll wander off and try to provoke larger animals, like bobcats. To him, they’re just tiny little pussycats, even if they pose a real threat and could kill him. Please don’t let him go too far, because if he comes across a bear, he will try to wrestle it, and Doc doesn’t like having to do emergency surgery on the island countertop in your kitchen. 

On multiple occasions, he’s come back to the house after being missing for hours, reeking of skunk spray. He just purrs happily as you tell him to strip and hold still as you spray him down with the hose.

Sanford is way calmer with his interactions with wildlife. He likes sitting on the dock with you and watching the fish swim by (because he’s impressed both by the fish and by the river – he’s never seen water in such great quantity!) Set him up with a hook, lure, and line and he’ll be entertained for hours. Though he struggles a bit with making streamers and fishing knots due to his big hands and claws, he’s more than patient when you teach him (mostly because he gets to spend time with you). 

When he’s fishing, he likes to look around and observe – mostly because fishing is a waiting game. His favorite visitors are herds of whitetail deer, especially when summer is in full swing and the fawns are ready to start exploring. They remind him of his family, mainly because of the way the does don’t really care which fawn is theirs, just that each is getting enough milk. You point at them and discuss them with him in small whispers because you don’t want to spook them. 

Again, it reminds him of his want for a domestic life with you. Just basking in the mottled sun that seeps through the trees, dipping your bare feet in the cool river water as a catfish tugs on the line – it’s all he wants, really. Now if he could just get the rest of the grunts to leave you alone… excluding Deimos, of course.

[yanyan-stuck]

Yandere NSFW headcanons with doc scratch if you dont mind?

Yandere N/S/F/W Doc Scratch Headcanons

-He wouldn't initiate anything sexual for his own gain. He doesn't have much interest in taking you without your consent or general interest in sex.

-This is because he does have access to your thoughts and if he were to see that you had been thinking about it, he would likely act on your thoughts. Even if you begged for him not to verbally, that likely would not stop him from giving you what he can so clearly see that you want.

-He can tell the difference between a genuinely held thought and an intrusive one, so that wouldn't be a concern. He would also likely wait until you've had the thought a couple of times, just to be certain.

-It would be entirely focused on you and your pleasure while he's having sex with you. There's nothing you could do for him, so he wouldn't ever let you even try.

-With his omniscience though, he can see an alarming amount of your thoughts and fantasies, to the point where every encounter will likely end up with you feeling a little invaded by how personalized he makes it even though you had never told him anything sexual.

-He would be heavy on aftercare and make sure that you were fully physically comfortable after everything, even if you're mentally disturbed by what has happened.

[yanderehsr]

Welp, 1k followers, it's time for the first of the two rewards, this first reward is a... special yandere headcanons written by yours truly

Plese note that this is merely what I imagine how I would be like as a yandere, I am not actually like this... understood, I hope so😅

Hope you'll enjoy😄

YandereHSR Doc x Reader

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapped reader

Doc is a Clingy, Possessive and Desperate yandere, his childhood wasn't the best, it wasn't the worst either, but one thing that was always constant was people leaving him, either because of his weight or his... unique personality, no friendship lasted longer than 2 years.

Doc becomes desperate for any type of relationship, anything that will last, someone that will stay by his side, but with so many people leaving him behind, he has grown trust issues, he doesn't allow many people into his life for fear that they will hurt him.

But you were... different, you kept persuing this friendship, Doc couldn't understand why, why would anyone wanna be around him, but you keep going, for 1, 2 or maybe more years, you become something constant in his life, and as he finds out, he can't live without you.

You become the center of Doc's attention, his life revolves around you, He grows clingy cus he's afraid you'll leave if he doesn't show affection, he becomes possessive because of his fear of you leaving him for others, he grows desperate to just keep you around, his one connection, the only thing that anchors him and makes him feel worth anything.

Sooner or later Doc will kidnap you, he has grown so afraid of you leaving him that he can't think of any other choice but to do this, he'll apologize again and again, for the rest of his life if needed, but he will not let go, not while he still draws breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm truly so sorry, but I can't risk you leaving me behind as well, please don't hate me... I'm sorry"

Again, I feel like this need to be stated, this is not me, this is only what I imagine how I would be like as a yandere, thank you all for 1k followers, I hope you'll enjoy my future work as well.

I will post the next reward in a couple of hours

[gxdkiller]

Oh you poor thing. 〜

So needy and desperate for validation, aren't you? Sweet thing , don't apologize. I wouldn't want you any other way.

I want you to be clingy, to be needy. I know you crave that validation, that sweet reassurance filling your head with a never-ending dissatisfaction.

Admit it. You need me, don't you? You pathetic little mutt , give in already.

Beg, beg me for attention and maybe I'll consider giving you some relief from that awful craving in your chest.

[weebsinstash]

I'm on my betrayal loving bullshit again thinking of some shit like, the typical hero plot where one lies to an ally to intentionally mislead them and keep them away from danger, but it's hidden under the guise of, something that can be REALLY shitty on the surface, and I'm thinking about a yandere coming to "collect" you after revealing the truth and you're all "oh, ok, I understand! I'm still staying here and not coming back with you though :)"

Batman showing up at your apartment, "listen I know I started voicing complaints and even initiated the vote to kick you from the Justice League BUT it was all part of my contingency plan, there was a mole in the League connected to Darkseid and--" and you just hit him with "ok great thats awesome good for you um, I destroyed my costume and threw it in the garbage and I'm an alcoholic now and also thanks for making me realize how much I hate myself and how I never belonged anywhere, you can go now ok thanks byeeee :')" and here therein commences the mass surveillance on your phone/house/walking routes/internet use/the inside of your bedroom--

Same idea twice really but, Miguel coming back from those one ideas I had, "hey, I'm sorry I kicked you out of the Spider Society because you weren't trying to date anyone in your universe, also maybe we fooled around a little and had mutual feelings and I broke your heart by kicking you out and trying to get you to date in your own universe, but it turns out canon isn't real, so, 👉👈🥺❤️?" and here you are, "oh cool, I wish you happiness with whomever you choose :) I'm glad I'm 'allowed' to be single since, you know, you proved to me i dont belong anywhere :)"

Gojo "I'm sorry I bullied you and called you weak when you wanted to go up against this one curse but it was actually way stronger than you and you would have died if I hadn't talked you out of it" Satoru standing there with disbelief as he sees you've gotten rid of anything to do with Jujutsu Tech (uniform, equipment, or otherwise), "being a sorceror is stupid. You were right, I'm NOT cut out for it. I think I want to settle down. I'm gonna give Nanami a call"

You gotta take the character that's totally down bad for you and have them absolutely break your heart and then when they come back for you and reveal, actually, they may have had an extremely good reason for doing so and never wanted to anyways, you're just like "actually you know what? You opened up deeper psychological wounds inside of me and fundamentally damaged me and I don't think I can be the same person you remember me as anymore" and leaving them DESPERATE to keep you, any version of you, in their lives at all costs

[cumtastiics]

I'd totally like a full fic of Aurelius running around his little concussioned, semi-amnesiac patient!

YAN! DOC x G/N READER

tw(s); yandere & mentions of iv's a/n; this has no official title since i'm lazy sorry :p the post that inspired this here oops this became more angsty than i thought if you wanted more fluff erm sorry ab that!! lol!

would def make this fluff if u guys want

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his temple.

Some nurse thought it was a great idea to let you out of your room, almost causing Aurelius to get a heart attack.

"Where's (Y/N)?" He asked the lady at the front desk, his patience leaving.

"They were taken out by that nurse of theirs. The cute guy everyone's been falling in love with," the women spoke, taking a bite out of her granola bar, paying no attention to the others around her.

Aurelius clenched his fists in frustration, his jaw tightening as he fought to contain his anger. "That 'cute guy' needs to learn some boundaries," he muttered, raising an eyebrow at the nonchalant woman. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to give her a piece of his mind or find you as soon as possible.

Deciding to keep his emotions in check, he forced a strained smile. "Well, thank you for the information," he said, his voice dripping with false politeness. Turning on his heels, Aurelius stormed off in the direction the nurse had taken you.

He couldn't understand how someone could be so irresponsible, oblivious to the potential harm they could cause. All he wanted was to ensure your safety and well-being, and now he had an additional cause for concern.

As he wove through the bustling hospital corridors, his thoughts raced with worry. What if you had been injured or distressed while under the care of the oblivious nurse? The mere thought made his blood boil, making him want to throw up.

Just as he rounded a corner, he caught sight of you standing near a window, seemingly oblivious to the chaos they had caused. Relief washed over Aurelius, briefly suppressing his anger. "There you are," he sighed, his voice filled with a mix of concern and irritation.

"You look mad," you commented, your eyes looking through the window, not paying any attention just like the women from earlier.

"Who brought you out?"

"Some guy. Dunno his name,"

"You're left alone, and not even in a fucking wheelchair for that matter," he spoke, his voice sounding more annoyed as each second passed.

"Sorry..?" You offered, not really wanting to deal with him.

You were finally able to get some fresh air, and you were not going to let him ruin your chance.

'Let's go," he grabbed your arm, making you almost fall over. Aurelius's grip on your arm tightened, his anger boiling over as he yanked you towards him.

"You don't get to just wander off without a care in the world," he growled through clenched teeth. "I'm here to protect you, and if you can't see that, then maybe I shouldn't even bother." His words stung, although you understood his concern.

"I didn't mean to cause you worry," you said, trying to steady your voice. "I just needed a moment to breathe. But I'm fine now."

"Fine? You call this fine?" he scoffed, his grip still firm on your arm. "You could have gotten hurt, kidnapped, who the hell knows what could have happened? And you think it's just fine?"

"I'm not gonna fucking die without you!" You yelled, trying to get out of his grip.

"Yes, yes you will!" Aurelius's voice grew cold, his eyes flashing with a toxic mix of anger and superiority. "You're nothing without me. You're weak, helpless, and if I'm not there to protect you, you'll end up getting yourself killed."

His words tore through you like a knife, the toxicity of his possessiveness becoming unbearable. Anger swelled within you, fueling your determination to stand up for yourself.

"I'm not weak, Aurelius. I can take care of myself. I'm not some fragile little thing that needs to be sheltered from the world," you shot back, your voice laced with a newfound strength. His grip on your arm tightened even more, his face contorting with rage.

"You think you're so tough? You think you can survive out there on your own? You're delusional. You need me, whether you like to admit it or not."

"No, I don't," you replied defiantly, staring him straight in the eyes. "I need someone who respects me, who trusts me, and treats me like an equal. Not someone who thinks they have the right to control my every move."

Aurelius's facade of superiority shattered for a split second, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. But it quickly turned back to anger, his toxic traits taking hold once more.

"You're just a fool if you think anyone else could ever care for you like I do," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "But go ahead, try to find someone else. You'll see how quickly they abandon you when things get tough."

You finally got back to your room, after what felt like ages. He glared at you, as you avoided eye contact.

You felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells, never knowing what would set him off next.

[s0xmsstuff]

May I request Platonic yandere! Doc Ock from Spider-Man 2, 2004?

Y! (PLATONIC) DOC OCK X GN! READER

Cw: Manipulation, obsessive behavior, stalking, non-romantic attraction, underage reader, violence and blood.

You were a young aspiring to science and mechanics, desperately looking for a job that would help you fulfill your dreams of being a great scientist and being able to help everyone who will need it with your great brain.

That was the first thing the Doctor noticed about you.

You were such a passionate young, you reminded him of himself.

You just wanted to help others. You were so pure and so considerate of the world around you. He thought about you for several days after you proved to be the best student in the academy.

So I'm calling you for an interview, you would be helpful and nice if you were part of his project

In your interview, you showed yourself to be loyal and very cheerful. Doctor Octopus smiled with every nice comment about protecting the defenseless.

He talked to his wife about you, she was fascinated by your soft personality.

He didn't think twice and gave you the job, now you were his colleague and right hand in his project.

Everything went wonderfully, your pure soul always encouraged him to continue working. You were a walking beacon in his sea of thoughts

After a while, you went almost every weekend to his house to eat the delicious casserole his wife made.

It was like a family. you were very good

Almost too good to be true.

After his project had failed, destroying the room and almost killing all the spectators with his metallic tentacles

He almost put one of them through you, that almost killed him.

After all that massacre full of screams and people trying to run to the exit, Doctor Octopus underwent surgery to remove the tentacles that were injected into his spine.

But missing the chip that kept the tentacles out of his head, the surgery failed and the tentacles killed the doctors and nurses as if they were made of glass.

Taking into account that the doctor lost his wife in the massacre, his behavior would become obsessive towards you.

While he kept hidden in sparsely inhabited places, he thought about you and the tentacles whispered to him that he should keep you close otherwise someone could hurt you.

You could die and that would kill him.

You were the only thing he had left, the little wannabe to help the world

Kidnapping you wasn't difficult, he knew where you lived and always kept an eye on you before all this massacre.

The only difficult thing was hearing you scream and beg to go home, a silly thought. I knew you were afraid, he was at first

But he would take care of you, you were his little dreamy buddy.

He needed you as much as you needed him.

The tentacles ordered him to shut up but he just ignored your screams. He no longer cared about his dreams, he would dedicate his time to teaching you to be loyal and stop screaming like a baby.

You were old enough to understand that, right?

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

little snippet from the fic … we are making it boys

[hxllo-nana]

someone might find this useful so whatever

desc: public doc of yandere high summarized in small chapters, this doc is personalized to my preference but i decided to share it for those who:

*do not want to watch the series

*can't remember what happened/looking for specific moments

i made this personally so that i could make doodles, personal fics/comics, and animations in my free time, and i decided to share it because someone might find it usefully to

anyways feel free to copy this doc and use it for any reason because at any point i could delete this cuz i want to

will post tokyo soul when i’m ready

[ambermation]

Yandere!Otto Octavius x Reader

So this is a request I got a while ago, and I finally finished it! :)

Request from @spiderfangirl22

jealous yandere Otto from no way home where only Max, Norman and Otto stay while Sandman, Dr Connors and the three Peters go back home and aunt may never died. 

And have it so reader is Peters 24 year old sister. 

Who has powers very similar to Wanda. And Otto fell deeply in love with her...since she was the only one nice to him at Dr stranges prison and when Peter was trying to cure them to the point of obsession. Even with his inhibitor chip fixed otto wants reader as his ...only his.

 And worst part reader has a boyfriend and when Otto finds out and then meets him and tries to restrain himself from using his actuator arms to strangle him to death everytime he comes over and hugs reader and cuddles with her. 

Unaware that reader was actually thinking about ending things with her boyfriend of three years as she fell in love with Otto as well not to an obsession like he did though. 

But then Otto overhears a conversation between Peter and Aunt May and Readers Boyfriend. He finds out he plans to propose to her.

 And Otto knowing only he is good for reader. Follows readers boyfriend and threatens him to break things off with reader or he will kill him.

 And readers boyfriend just does that and reader is kinda hurt but happy since she loves Otto. 

As the two had made an umbreakble bond and Otto was always there for her. As she was for him. 

And otto is happy that reader will finally be only his until someone hits on reader when they go out and Otto can't control himself and kisses reader and tells her his feelings and that she is his and that he will show her who she belongs to and he does (if you don't write smut it's okay but if you do can you have this with smut please ) And Otto has a breeding kink (Wanting desperately to get reader pregnant with his child) And reader is okay with it and have it end in fluff please

Word Count: 5692

Out of all the things my brother’s done, I think the dumbest thing he had done was try to memory wipe the entire planet about his alter-ego. I don’t think Peter being Spider-man is dumb, in fact, I’m glad he’s helping people with the abilities that he has; Trying to memory-wipe the world because he and his friends didn’t get into the colleges they wanted when he could’ve convinced them to reconsider is dumb. Which allowed villains from other universes to come into ours. 

I mean, I’ve certainly done stupid things myself, but I’d like to think I wouldn’t be that dumb.

Actually, yeah, I would definitely do something as stupid as a failed global memory-wipe. How else would I have gotten telekinesis and mind manipulation? And it’s not like schools teach you about applying for colleges outside of figuring out which schools are best for you. 

I shake my head before smiling. I walk up to my apartment.

If it weren’t for Peter’s rambling, however, then I wouldn’t have met Otto. The large man who at first seemed to be like a pessimistic, angry, and sarcastic guy is actually the sweetest, kindest, and friendliest person I have ever known. I’m certainly glad we were able to help him. That fixed inhibitor chip should prevent his metal tentacles from controlling his mind ever again. Without the influence of them, Otto was able to show his true personality to me, and frankly, he’s the best man I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. He always helps around the apartment, whether it be cleaning or cooking, and he always makes sure that I’m okay. I think he might be the most considerable roommate out of all the multiversal visitors. 

I mean, Norman and Max are also incredibly sweet. It’s like trying to say which flavor of cupcake is better, in a sense. They also help around the apartment and make sure I’m doing fine, but Otto does more than just clean and check with me. He goes above and beyond to make sure I’m happy, he thoroughly cleans everywhere, and he continuously strives to do better each time. 

 Additionally, his presence is soothing. His whole demeanor, to me at least, says “Hey, you can trust me. I'm here for you anyway you need me to be.” 

Which is a stark contrast to when we first met. Like I said before, Otto was quite grumpy when we first met. It’s kind of funny, actually, when I think about how exactly we met. 

*

I was enjoying a late morning breakfast at my favorite cafe (also my aunt’s favorite) when my phone started ringing. I took the day off so I could try to relax after everything that’s been going on. Especially with Mysterio. The day was going alright for the most part. 

The moment I looked at the caller ID, however, a pool of dread formed in my stomach. 

It’s my little brother. Instantly I was hit with both happiness and concern. Things have been hectic lately for him. In just a day Peter’s life was ruined by his secret identity being revealed. I hoped nothing else had gone wrong. I may be a superhero too, but at least I was an adult. A twenty-four year-old woman, to be exact. Peter was just seventeen. A teenage boy. 

Pushing aside my worry, I answer in what I hoped to be a glad tone. 

“Hey Pete, what’s up? Got more paint on your suit?” 

“Hi, uh Y/N? I think I messed up again badly, and I was kinda hoping you could help out? I would do this alone, but, I… I kinda need to be in all these different places and I have some bad guys that need to be watched, so I was wondering if you could do that? Pretty please, Y/N?” My brother pleaded. 

I held my phone to my chest and inhaled through my nose. Please, for the love of God, make this not as bad as I felt like it could be. I raise the phone back up and smile even though he couldn’t see. 

“Of course, Peter! Where are you?”

I heard a sigh of relief. “Thanks Y/N. We’re at the Sanctum Sanctorum.” 

“Wait, what do you mean “we?” I furrow my eyebrows.

“Oh right, I forgot to say this, but Ned and MJ are here helping me too. I just thought that having you here would be a smart move, cuz, ya know, you have powers like I do and you could keep them safe if something happens. Not that I think anything bad could happen! I just want to make sure though. Plus the bad guys could always use a powerful witch to watch them,” he explained.

I huff in response to the last comment. “I’m not a witch. I don’t cast spells.”

“But you do magic! That’s basically what a witch does,” he would’ve continued if I hadn’t interrupted.

“Goodbye, Peter. See you soon.” I ended the call. I shove the rest of my breakfast sandwich in my mouth, grabbed my drink, and threw my trash away. With that, I rushed over as fast as I could. 

Sometime later, after I had arrived at the Sanctum Sanctorum and introduced myself to the captured villains (a large, humanoid-lizard by the name of Dr. Curt Connors, and a man with four large metal tentacles attached to his back by the name of Dr. Otto Octavius), I tried talking to Ned, MJ, as well as the captured men. Ned and MJ were focused on helping Peter, so I just tried making everyone feel better. 

Curt didn’t seem too interested in talking, though he would give a few responses. Albeit most of them were rather curt, more reserved. Otto, on the other hand, seemed quite annoyed by my attempts at conversation, yet he continued to talk to me. A small part of me said to just stop if he was so irritated by what I was doing, but the rest of me decided that if he really didn’t want to keep talking then he would stop. 

“So your arms are sentient too? They all have minds of their own?” I asked the tall man another question. I was sitting at another table in the “Wizard Dungeon”, as MJ calls it, one that was closer to the cells than the one the teenagers were at. Otto, while still grumpy, looked a bit prideful when I asked. 

“Yes. I created them with the most sophisticated artificial intelligence I could,” he pauses, a confident smirk stretching across his countenance, “And, in addition to the AI, they’re designed to be impervious to heat and magnetism. They were going to assist me with my sustained fusion experiment. 

“Everything was going perfectly, and then…” he trailed off, reflecting on what happened. I saw his eyes shift from remorse, to dejected, and finally, anger. “Spider-Man intervened! He ruined my fusion reactor and cost me my reputation!” The tentacle man snapped, his eyes ablaze. 

I shifted, thinking of what to say after that. 

“Well, they’re very impressive, Doctor,” I said in a soft voice. I smiled at him. Otto, who seemed to have gone into a daze, snapped back to reality. He blinked, before giving a small smile in return. 

“Thank you, dear.” The nickname made me blush a little. 

“Of course! I mean, the AI of the arms, based on what my brother said, is incredible. The arms actually remind me of some of Tony Stark’s inventions. Though I haven't been able to see much of them up close, I’ve mainly just read about most of them,” I added. 

“Tony Stark?” Otto questioned.

I nodded. “Yeah, he was a genius inventor. My brother got to work with him as Spider-Man.” I smiled, thinking about how excited Peter was. I turned to Otto as I asked him another question.

“Do you not have a Tony Stark, or an Iron-Man, in your world?” 

Otto laughed. “No, we don't have an ‘Iron-Man’ in my world. Nor do we have a Tony Stark.”

“Ah, that’s a shame. Hey, maybe once Dr. Strange sends you all back, maybe I could tag-along with you and become your world’s Iron-Man!” I joked. “Or Iron-Woman, I guess. Whichever the public thinks is best.”

I could see the amusement light up Otto’s face. 

“Hey, c’mon, man! I’m gonna get my degree in physics and engineering. I could build my own suit, you know!” He laughed at my mock-serious tone. 

“I’ll believe that when I see your PhD.”

“Challenge accepted, Doctor Octopus!” 

The memory of that conversation makes me smile. I made Otto’s harsh demeanor soften slowly the more I talked to him. By the time we moved to Happy’s apartment Otto seemed to only say nice things to me. Of course, that was until his brand new inhibitor chip replaced the burnt out one. Once he was in control over the arms again Otto was kind to everyone. 

However, looking back it seemed like Otto became extra nice with me. Always checking in on me, doing little things like remembering my favorite tea, doing big things like cleaning the apartment, and being there for me. He was incredible. 

The elevator doors open and I walk down the hallway to my place. I would use my telekinesis to open the door while I carry the groceries, but there’s cameras in the hallway. And a neighbor could walk out at any moment. Too dangerous! It was a disaster when Peter’s secret identity as Spider-man was revealed. I can’t risk the same thing happening to me. So, I walk down to my door, unlock and open the door by hand, and close the door with my foot. 

“Hey guys, I’m back!” I say, kicking off my old,large boots by the door. Before I take another step though, two large metal appendages take a bag each. “Thank you Larry, Moe,” I nod at each actuator. They whir happily before heading into the kitchen to drop the bags off. I turned to face Otto, whose face looked overjoyed to see me again. Even the actuators Harry and Flo were chirping happily.

 I immediately step closer to the older man and wrap my arms around him, the scent of cigar smoke, wood, and jasmine enveloping me. It was a familiar smell that brought sweet memories to mind. 

“Glad to have you back,” Otto murmurs. I feel his chest rumble as he speaks. Another reason I find Otto so comforting is the literal and metaphorical warmth that flows from him whenever I’m close.  

“I’m glad to be back, Otto,” I chuckle slightly. I pull away and lead the two of us into the kitchen. Larry and Moe place the bags they grabbed on the counter before joining the other two actuators behind Otto. Said man immediately starts helping me put away the groceries. 

As we do that Otto asks a few questions, making small talk, such as ‘where should this go?’ and ‘should this go here?’. 

He’d also ask questions like how the trip was or if I had any work to do (being a superhero for S.H.I.E.L.D. involves a surprising amount of paperwork on top of the fighting). I answered both questions honestly (the first was answered with ‘boring’ and the second one was answered with a grateful ‘nope!’.)

“You wouldn’t have any plans for later then, do you, my dear?” He asked me with gentle eyes. 

I give him a small smile. 

“Actually, I do. My boyfriend is coming over for dinner,” I say, leaning back against the counter, “It’s been a while since we’ve done something like that together, so hopefully tonight can make up for that.” 

For a fraction of a second, I think I see pure loathing in Otto’s eyes, but it happens so quickly I wonder if I actually saw it appear or not. The older man smiles, albeit a slightly strained smile, and rests a hand on my shoulder. 

“Well, Y/N, I certainly hope things go well with your…boyfriend… dear. Before you go, would you like to join Norman, Max, and I in a game of cards?” I smile widely as I nod eagerly. 

“Of course! I’d love to join!” Otto is delighted by my response, including the actuators. They whir happily as we walk back into the living room, where sure enough Max and Norman were playing with cards. They add me to the game, and then we all play. 

*Timeskip, loves*

After a few rounds, I dropped out of the game. I need to get ready for dinner. Now, I wasn’t going to be too fancy, but I certainly wanted to put a certain amount of effort into my appearance for dinner tonight. It’s been a while since we’ve had a nice, simple night together. A pair of jeans with a super cute blouse with transparent, puffy sleeves with my brand new sneakers. My hair was styled just the way I like it. I added a necklace and a pair of earrings to the outfit. 

When I was done with my outfit I went into the kitchen to make dinner. I wanted to make his favorite, spaghetti and meatballs with my homemade garlic bread. When I got back downstairs Max was nowhere to be seen, Norman was tinkering with a small device, and Otto was reading. 

“Hey, where’d Max go?” I question as I walk to the kitchen door. Norman, who doesn’t look up from the device, answers. 

“He went to help out May at the F.E.A.S.T. center. Don’t know how long he’ll be there for.” 

“Oh, okay. I wonder why he didn’t go earlier,” Norman hums in response. Otto sets the book he was reading down. 

“I think he just wanted to relax here for a while before going,” the octopus man says, standing up. He looks at me, and smiles. 

“Let me help you with dinner, dear,” he walks over to me. 

I raise my hand as a way for him to stop. “I really appreciate that, Otto, but I wanna do this on my own. Make it special for Elijah, ya know?” I smile at him. Otto looked bemused at my words. For a moment, his eyes shifted to something darker, but by the moment I realized that shift was gone, replaced by a happy gaze. 

“Are you sure, Y/N? I don’t mind helping you at all. I actually quite like your presence.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I just want to make sure everything is just the way he likes it, and while I know you’re wonderful at following instructions, I just wanna do it myself,” I say before walking into the kitchen. I start gathering the ingredients when I hear the door open and close. I poke my head through the kitchen door. Norman was still tinkering, but Otto was gone. 

“Norman?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Why did Otto leave?”

Norman pauses, then looks up. He looks around, as if realizing his friend was gone for the first time. 

“Oh,” he says. “I think he said something about a walk? Sorry, I wasn’t paying too close attention to what he said.” The man mutters something to himself before looking back at me. “Did you need help?” I blinked.

“Oh, no. I just heard the door is all. Thanks Norman.”

I retreat into the kitchen, continuing the preparations for dinner. Maybe Otto just decided that a walk would give him something to do. I think I'd do something similar if my help was declined. Or maybe I’d fly around a little, find some crimes to stop, pretend I’m a bird. Whichever the moment called for. 

Otto’s POV:

The actuators and I went from rooftop to rooftop, searching for Elijah’s own apartment. The anger I, and by extension, the actuators, felt was indescribable. That imbecile could never truly appreciate Y/N like I do. He only visits sometimes and he hardly does anything to help Y/N! Unlike me. I do everything I can for Y/N to make things better, to make her feel like she is something truly extraordinary. 

Y/N…

Y/N…

Y/N…

She’s a gift. A gift that transforms even the most horrific monsters into someone amazing. Just like she’s amazing. 

An idiot like Elijah can’t comprehend how amazing his girlfriend is. Why does he get to cuddle with Y/N all he wants when he comes to visit? Why should he even be gifted with her presence? 

Sometimes, whenever the couple did cuddle, all I could do was restrain myself from strangling the man to death. I know that doing so would only hurt Y/N, as well as greatly impact how she viewed me. If she saw me as a monster…then life would not be worth living. 

As I climbed on to another rooftop, I slowed down, wanting to clear my head a little before continuing. Perhaps I should convince Y/N to break up with him instead? While it won’t make me feel as good as killing him, knowing that the two aren’t together anymore would certainly be an improvement.  

My anger spikes a little thinking of how Y/N would probably talk to him again if she was convinced to break up with him but at least it would be for the last time, right?

I huff. She shouldn’t even talk to him about breaking up with him. A text would do just fine. 

But...Y/N is too kind to do that. She’d want to do it in person. 

Maybe I should go back. Yeah, maybe I could find another way to help out Y/N. 

“We should kill him, Father.”

“We need to kill him! It would be a great improvement!”

“Why didn’t you let us strangle him before?”

“It would’ve been easy too.”

The actuators all spoke.

“No. As tempting as it is, we can’t. Y/N cares for him. A tragedy, but one we must power through. We can just…” I trail off, thinking of what to do. 

“Do what, father?”

“Why can’t we just kill him instead?”

“Do we have to be nice to him?”

“I say we just take Y/N.”

“Enough!” I say aloud. The arms stop talking, waiting for my answer. “We’ll just have to… talk… to the fellow,” I say, already leading us away. In order to talk to Elijah, we’ll need someone to help us contact him. Fortunately, that person can be Y/N’s Aunt May if I reach the FEAST Center quickly. 

When I finally do arrive at FEAST, I go around to the back entrance so as not to draw unnecessary attention. Upon entering, I look around, searching for Aunt May. But I only found other workers. 

“Uh sir? Sorry, but you can’t be back here,” one of the workers tells me. I explain how I’m looking for May Parker. They point me to the front. 

As I’m about to open the door, I hear a voice that I immediately recognize.  

“Do you really wanna do this? I mean, not that it’s a bad thing, I just, well, make sure that you’re serious about this, Elijah,” the undeniable voice of Peter asks. I pull back. I go back around to the counter window and sure enough, there’s Peter, Elijah, and even Aunt May sitting together at a table. A few of the volunteers question what I’m doing but I dismiss them with a simple glare from me and the actuators. 

“Yes, I’m serious. Y/N is the most incredible girl I’ve met. I want to spend the rest of my life with her, if the past three years have been any indication of what’s to come. That is, if you’re okay with that, Ms. Parker,” Elijah says to Aunt May. The three of them were sitting together at one of the tables.

“Well, I think that as long as you love Y/N, care for her, and support Y/N, then I think it’s a wonderful thing.”

“Wow, so you’re like, really gonna do it then?” Peter asks. 

“Yes, Peter, I’m going to propose. And thank you, Ms. Parker. I promise I’ll be there for her whenever she needs me.”

“Please, just call me May, or even Aunt May, Elijah.”

“Okay, Aunt May.” 

From the angle I see them sitting at, I witness Elijah and Aunt May sharing a smile. Peter looks uncertain, but happy. 

That’s all it took for me to leave the kitchen. But, rather than leaving completely, I climb on top of the building, and wait. 

Some time later, could’ve been a few minutes, could’ve been an hour, I’m not sure, Elijah finally emerges. Peter does, as well, but he waves goodbye to Elijah before heading off in a different direction. Perfect.

I stalk over a few buildings, watching Elijah’s every move. Then, when the moment felt right, I slipped down into the upcoming alleyway just a few seconds before Elijah would pass it. 

The poor fool continued to walk until my arms shot out and grabbed him. His screams were muffled by Flo. He struggled in our grasp until he saw who exactly was holding him. His eyes widened in fear. His attempts to escape increased until I spoke.

“If you don’t stop struggling I’ll make your death look like an accident,”

That did the trick. He stopped moving, allowing the arms to hold him captive. His eyes were still swimming with fear. “I’m now going to remove my arm from your mouth. If you scream, I will kill you. Do you understand?” I leaned in closer to Elijah, taking my sunglasses off of my face. He nods. “Good,” I say. Flo lowers from covering his mouth, wrapping herself around his throat instead. 

“W-what… do you… want from me?” Elijah struggles to speak. Partly due to fear, partly due to the pressure around his neck. 

We can just snap his neck right now, Father. 

Please Father? May we just end him now?

I think we should spare him, like Father said we would

But killing him is much faster!

I try to corral the voices of the actuators. “No, children, listen to me. We’re just going to talk to him, that’s all. And if need be, then we’ll take drastic measures,” at my answer Larry, Harry, and Moe express disappointment, but agree anyway. Only Flo was fine with my answer. 

“I need you to break up with Y/N. Now,” I threaten him. 

Elijah’s brows furrow. “But..why?” The fear in his eyes mixes with a wave of uneasiness. 

“Because I told you to,” I squeezed his throat. He wheezes. “And if you don’t, I will kill you with no remorse. Any objections, Elijah?”

I ease the pressure a bit, to which Elijah sputters out a no. At his compliance I drop him, to which he immediately gasps for air. I stand tall, my actuators making me appear even taller before Elijah. “You have until tomorrow to break things off. And don’t even think of telling her about this,” I ordered before scaling the alley walls, leaving behind a very frazzled, and heartbroken, man. 

I smiled. There’d be nothing separating me and my Y/N anymore.

*Timeskip Babes* 

Y/N POV

Dinner was finally done! I got Norman and Max to go with Peter somewhere, so Elijah and I could be alone. I couldn’t wait for him to get here already. As I’m putting the bread back in the oven to keep it warm, my phone starts ringing. When I see that it’s Elijah calling, my face breaks into an eager grin.

“Hey baby! Dinner’s all ready, all I need now is you,” I say, holding the phone against my ear. However, I didn’t get the happy response I was expecting. No compliments, or any gratitude, nothing. What I did get was intense sobbing. Furrowing my brows, I question my boyfriend.

“Y/N… I can’t do this anymore,” Elijah’s voice penetrates the suddenly tense atmosphere. 

I myself start tearing up at how miserable he sounds. “Do what, Eli? Talk to me, okay?”

“I can’t… I… can’t be with you…anymore. I don’t WANT to be with you anymore, Y/N. I-I need to… move on. Goodbye,” his voice leaves with a click. This time, I don’t just tear up. I start crying at his cruel abruptness. They flow down my face fast and steady. Why? How could he do this?

Wiping my face, I tried calling him back. I need to know more. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t have broken up with me over the phone. No. He has more respect for me than that. Though calling him was hard when it felt like my heart was splitting in two. 

After several rings I got sent to voicemail. My frustration building, I tried calling him a few more times, but on my last attempt it immediately went to voicemail for some reason. Almost like…no, he wouldn’t, would he? Elijah wouldn’t have blocked me!

But…

He also wouldn’t have broken up with me, not like this at least. 

Right?

I drop my phone, letting it hit the floor. My legs almost buckle under myself. With my shaky legs I make my way to the couch before collapsing. Unable to hold back anymore, I sob whole-heartedly into the empty air. I wailed, clutching a pillow in my arms so tightly like it was a piece of land in the middle of the ocean. 

Did I do something wrong?

I don’t know how long I sit there crying, but everything goes black. When I open my eyes again I feel someone gently picking me up. 

“Shhh…my dear girl, it’ll be fine. You’ll see,” a masculine voice says. If I had been more awake I could’ve placed it, since it carried a familiar tone with it, but given how heavy my head felt, I could only numbly agree with whoever this was. They carefully placed me down on a bed. My bed. I thought they would leave, but I feel the bed shift and a weight right next to me. I lean into them, not caring at the moment who this was. 

I just wanted to be loved right now.

*Sorry, another timeskip*

The sunlight filtering through the room caused me to flutter my eyes open. For a moment I’m confused as to why they feel so swollen, but the memories of last night come crashing down on me all at once. My throat tightens immediately, and my vision becomes blurry. I try to sit up, but I’m stopped by a force around my waist, anchoring my lower half to the bed. I looked, and my eyes widened at the sight.

It was Otto laying in bed next to me. And what I thought at first was just an arm or two around my waist was actually all four of his actuators wrapped around me. Specifically two around my waist and one on each leg. Otto’s actual arms were also wrapped around my waist. Now that I think about it, it’s not that much of a surprise it was Otto. We’ve been quite close ever since he came into my universe, and while I was happy with Elijah, I feel like maybe there was this connection, or this spark, between Otto and me. Was it so bad that he broke up with me now?

I was about to gently wake him up when he stirred. His big, wide brown eyes looked down at me with such a kindness that I wanted to cry all over again. Upon seeing my expression, he became worried.

“Oh no, darling, what’s the matter?” He asked, sitting up to hold me against him. I wrap my arms around him. I remember once again what happened last night and tear up once more. I figure there’s no point in lying, and tell Otto exactly what happened last night. When I finish explaining, Otto has this strangely serious look on him. But he blinked, and then it was gone. 

Instead, he pulls me into another one of his tender hugs. He strokes my hair affectionately. “Oh Y/N, that’s terrible. He’s not worthy of you if he doesn’t even have the courage to do this in person, or offer any explanation,” he pulls back to look me in the eyes. “In fact, he’s doing you a favor by ending things like this. Boys like that will waste your time without any remorse, and you don’t deserve disrespect like that, or of any kind.”

At his sweet words I can’t help but kiss him on the cheek in gratitude. When I pulled back I certainly didn’t anticipate him looking so taken aback by it. For a moment I considered apologizing, but when he looked at me with such joy in his eyes I couldn’t bring myself to do so if it made him that happy. 

“Thank you, Otto. For always being there for me,” I smile at him. He smiles back, looking like he won a million dollars. 

**Final Timeskip I swear folk!**

A few weeks have passed since that morning. Otto and I have spent more time together, even more so. I couldn’t help but be drawn towards him. It was like his comforting aura from before had increased tenfold. I think the fact that I had come to terms with my breakup also contributed. After thinking it over, it was for the best that things ended between Elijah and me. We’ve had nice times together, but I don’t think the relationship could’ve lasted much longer, even after three years. 

Some things just don’t last forever.

But that doesn’t mean that they aren't beautiful. 

And sometimes heartbreak can open your eyes to something better right in front of you. 

For me, Otto was like the sun. Warm, bright, and the center of my world. I couldn’t imagine my life without him, not after everything. 

Currently, Otto and I were on a walk together through the city. No particular destination in mind, we just wanted to be together. We passed by a small café which made me realize I was hungry. “Can we stop by here, Otto? We could get something to eat,” I stop and point. He looks at where I’m pointing and agrees. He opens the door for me and I step inside. 

It’s not a very remarkable café, but it’s still a nice place to be in. It’s just any local café one could imagine. We step in line to order. At some point, while we’re in line, some guy comes up to me. Of course at first I don’t notice until he’s tapping on my shoulder. I face him. He was a twenty-something year old blonde with bright blue eyes and fair skin. I smile sweetly at him.

“Yes?” I ask, tilting my head slightly. He smirked.

“Hey baby, can you help me with something?” I was confused, but nodded. At this point I noticed that Otto was paying very close attention to the guy. 

The guy went on despite Otto’s intense gaze. “I lost my number. Could I have yours?” He looked so smug despite him not creating that pick up line. I cringed. Both internally and externally. When I looked over at Otto, though, he looked pissed. Like, “I’m-gonna-wreck-your-shit” level of pissed. That’s not good. I turn back to the guy.

“I’m sorry, I don’t really wanna give you my number.” The guy just looks annoyed by my answer. 

“Why not?” He huffs.

Before I can answer, Otto steps closer to me and pulls me into a kiss with all the passion of a thousand suns. In this moment I feel our souls connect, merging into one. I can feel all of Otto’s love, affection, and care for me as his lips mold against my own. My arms snake around his neck. I feel his arms wrap around my waist, his hands resting on my hips. The cafe and all of its patrons, including that annoying guy, disappear. After what feels like an eternity, I reluctantly pull away. My heart is fluttering in my chest, and I can’t help but let out a breathless, but excited, laugh as I stare deeply into Otto’s chocolaty eyes. He smiles at me, his expression tenderly warm and utterly joyful. I catch a bit of a dark, fiery glint, but it’s overpowered by his warmth. I hear murmuring, and turn my head to the side only to blush as I remember we’re still in the middle of a cafe. I look down bashfully, eyes flickering up to the tall, dark-haired man. “I-I… just… wow,” I murmur, amazed by how incredible that kiss was. Just that one kiss was ten times better than any kiss I’d ever shared with Elijah over the course of our relationship. Otto chuckles, his voice a deep baritone. He absolutely beams down at me. “I must admit, I’ve been imagining what that would be like for quite a while now, my dear,” The man says with a hint of amusement, probably at my flustered response.

I giggle. “Really?” “Absolutely, Y/N. Darling, I love you, with all of my heart. Every single beat.” If possible, I blush harder at his words. It clicks now that I was always drawn to Otto because I was attracted to him, and had a crush on him, even if I was with another man for a while. But it just feels right to be with Otto. His hands pull me closer, pulling me flush against him. I blink, and look at him with slight surprise. “I want you to be mine. You’re mine, Y/N, and I will show you exactly who you belong to.” I see some of that lingering fire before returning. My heart skips a beat. Wordlessly, I close the gap between us and kiss him softly. I pull away with a wide grin. “I’m yours, Otto.”

Our new relationship is sealed with yet another kiss, one loving yet thrilling and a promise of an exciting future for the two of us. Possibly to be the three of us, if Otto’s hands squeezing my hips is any indication.

[lovezbrownies]

Excerpt from our next Valentine's special!

(to whoever that reads this please tell me if this is a good start for the fic before I'm contemplating writing a different beginning)

Today has been… strange. Very strange.

You sit stiffly, shoulders tensed despite the gentle pressure of your girlfriend’s hands massaging them. Julie never does this. She isn’t the type to indulge in romantic gestures—or at least, she never has before. And yet, here she is, pressing slow, deliberate circles into your back, her voice softer than usual, her lips curled into a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Her eyes stare, analyzing your every reaction.

It’s unsettling.

Not because you don’t appreciate affection, but because this isn’t her. The breakfast in bed, the strangely bitter tea she insisted you drink, the spotless house that looks too pristine to actually be lived in, I cleaned the house for you, so you wouldn't tire yourself out, my dear. And worst of all, the way she’s been shadowing you all day, hovering just a little too close.

Julie has always been a creature of logic, of routine. She doesn’t do spontaneous romance, nor does she dote. But today, she’s at your beck and call, watching you with a peculiar intensity, as if she’s waiting for something. And you can’t shake the feeling that whatever she’s waiting for… isn’t good.

All of it has been too much—far too much. You’ve been trying to brush it off, telling yourself she’s just in a rare affectionate mood, but the longer it goes on, the more suffocating it becomes. Julie isn’t like this. She doesn’t wake you up with breakfast in bed, doesn’t insist on following you around like a shadow, and she definitely doesn’t give unsolicited shoulder massages with a smile. It’s not that she’s cold, just… pragmatic. Efficient. Affection is something she doles out in calculated increments, a quiet presence rather than an overwhelming force.

You’ve known Julie for as long as you can remember, bound together since childhood, and now—years into a relationship that, at least on your end, began with some reluctance—you know her better than anyone. Julie isn’t one for grand gestures or spoken declarations; she expresses her love in the quiet, effortless ways that have become second nature to her.

She’s the one who wordlessly hands you something just out of reach before you even ask, who offers unsolicited advice that always turns out to be exactly what you needed to hear. She watches over you from a distance, ensuring no harm comes your way, even during the most mundane moments of your day.

But perhaps the most intimate of all is the way she helps you sleep. Even when rest eludes her, she remains by your side, her fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns along your skin, guiding you into the comfort of sleep. She doesn’t need rest—only the certainty that you are safe, drifting into dreams under her gentle touch.

And yet, here she is, hovering over you, fingers kneading into your shoulders with just a little too much pressure. Being far too coddling, too affectionate, too romantic. And you couldn't handle it any longer when her grip tightens—just for a second, just enough to make your breath hitch—something in you snaps.

You jolt forward, nearly stumbling off the couch in your rush to get away, spinning around to face her. She’s still standing behind the couch, watching you with the same neutral expression, head tilted slightly. The only indication of her confusion is the faint raise of her brow—the same look she gives malfunctioning equipment, like she’s trying to figure out why it’s acting up.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stay calm even as your pulse thrums against your ribs. You don’t want to start a fight, but you also can’t let this slide.

"Alright," you say, forcing a smile that you’re sure looks more like a grimace. "What the hell is going on? The weird doting, the breakfast in bed, the tea that tasted… off? You’ve been acting so different today, and it’s creeping me out."

For a second, she says nothing. Then, slowly, her lips curl into a grin. A Cheshire grin. It stretches too wide, lingers too long, and your stomach twists.

For a fleeting, absurd moment, you wonder if one of her half-frozen, half-dead clones finally clawed its way back to life, killed the real Julie, and took her place. There’s something off about the way she’s looking at you, something you don’t like.

Then, as if nothing is amiss, she straightens her posture, clasping her hands neatly behind her back. Her blouse is ironed crisp, her slacks without a single wrinkle—meticulous, perfect, composed, as always.

"Well," she says smoothly, voice light, "I’m monitoring your reactions to the… love potion I slipped into your tea this morning."

The world slows.

Huh.

What.

Love what.

You blink at her, brain stalling like a car in the dead of winter, trying and failing to process the words that just left her mouth. Julie. Your Julie, your girlfriend. Just said—

Oh. Oh.

The realization settles over you like a cold wave, sinking into your bones. Calling her your girlfriend suddenly feels very, very new. Something you haven’t said up until today. After the bitter tea.

"Are you clinically insane?!?"

[love-toxin]

Which one of Elias’s parents was an elf? Can you talk a bit more about half-elves?

WAHOO!!! I certainly can 🥰🥰

So Elias' mother had elven heritage, but she herself didn't exhibit traditionally elven features--her ears only had the slightest point that was barely noticeable, and if you were looking at her while she was alive, you probably wouldn't clock her as an elf at first glance. She was the child of a full-blooded elf and a half-elf herself, and with her non-elfy features, it was quite the surprise when she popped out Elias with those big ears and golden eyes of his!

Half-elves themselves are a bit anomalous in modern culture; although they genetically belong to both groups, a lot of half-elves end up feeling like they don't belong anywhere. Some elf communes don't see them as "elfy" enough to live in elven communities, and some human groups think they're abominations or inherently inferior as a human subspecies. For elf-hybrids, the prejudices aren't quite as strong in their own communities, but they're often harshly judged by more conservative humans. In reality, half-elves are really unique and possess intricate qualities between both races!

Much like how hybridism is a dominant gene despite the presence of outwardly hybridic features, people with elven blood have inherent traits that differentiate them from the exclusively human population. They usually have a deep connection to nature and can feel the earth's "hum", have resistances to human diseases and illnesses (Elias, for example, has suffered next to no health complications as a result of his alcoholism), and they generally can pick up knowledge fairly easily, whether it be learning other languages or picking up hobbies or skills. It varies from person to person, and some people have more physical traits than skill-based ones and vice versa, but they definitely are their own class when it comes to identifying the many different species of the world.

And while half-elves are conventionally the children of an elven and human or hybrid parent, half-elves can also be born from two half-elf parents, and even a human parent and a half-elf parent! Some bloodlines are so strong or skip so many generations that some families are shocked when two supposedly human parents birth an elf baby, only to go back in their lineage and discover their great-great-great-great grandparent was 1/4 elf. It's amazing! There's even a historical figure in the Yanverse who, roughly around the year 3407, was born into a noble and pure-blooded human family and ostracized for his elven features, only to discover that his lineage dated back to an elven ancestor from the royal family over 1200 years prior. According to the elven royal family's records, he was depicted as a prince in their line and historians believe he was welcomed into the royal family as their adopted son. Since then, that's been the longest recorded period of time between elven ancestry and an elven child being born to non-elf parents!

[yanderue]

Fuck it

[atlasscrumpit]

My Character Ai Links

Miguel O’hara

Possessive Miguel

Yandere Miguel

Unhinged Possessive yandere Miguel

Venom

Clingy Symbiote

Werewolf Bucky

Affectionate obsessive werewolf Bucky

Toxic Steve Rogers

Obsessive and Toxic husband Steve Rogers

The Winter Soldier

Cold and two sided

The Mandalorian

Obsessive Din Djarin

Mob Boss Miguel

Your Mob Boss Husband

Miguel O’hara au

Prison au

Hydra Bucky

Bucky is your handler in Hydra

Ghostface Miguel

He’s hunting you

Frost Giant Loki

He loves how tiny you are

Doctor Barnes

Bucky Barnes, head doctor at the mental ward

Dark Steve Rogers

He’s obsessed with you in sickening ways

Yandere Tony Stark

Obsessed Tony

Dad Miguel O’hara

Strict father Miguel

Dark Loki

Possessive and obsessed with you

Doc Ock

Why he kinda?

Doctor O’hara

Mental ward doctor

Doctor Stark

Mental ward doctor

Doctor Strange

Cold and tired of everything

Dr Arthur Harrow

You ended up at his facility

Father

For the daddy issue girlies

Khonshu

Overbearing god

Leo

Yandere Boyfriend

Lola

Just a friend

Mafia Father

Protective mafia boss dad

Mother

For the mommy issue girlies

Scarlet Witch

Yandere Wanda

Vampire Bucky Barnes

Obsessive vampire Bucky

Vampire Miguel

Blood lust

Bruce Banner

Kind and shy

Yandere Jake Lockley

Obsessive and violent

Yandere Steven Grant

He’s obsessed with you but still cute

Yandere Marc Spector

He likes to punish you

Evil Wanda

She's obsessed and keeps you trapped in a false reality

[lovewithkarma]

Lil platonic yandere flags hos??

I talked to the anon and they meant random hcs

If reader was a foreign student (in this there are) obviously they would have an accent they're across the world originally. I feel like the flags (except iceman) would all Light-heartedly make fun of readers accent. Nothing to srs at all BUT since reader isn't from Japan they wouldn't really know how Japanese people joke so I would like to think reader takes it srsly.

Albatross Light-heartedly makes an joke about readers accent:

Reader: when I leave this country I'm never gonna talk to you again.

random thought, I feel bad for readers parents because one day you js see your child hanging out with men that are YEARS older then them. Or like just in general because all of an sudden your kid comes back with new things (Lippmann and pianoman),their physical health got so better (doc), gets an new interest in cars (albatross), has an new interest in coffee, and no one dares to mess with them (all of the flags)

[weebsinstash]

For real though I am lost in the Miguelverse rn bc the whole you know, concept and setting in general gives so much opportunity for so many different things and he's such a tasty intimidating juicy specimen of a man

Like for starters I keep flip-flopping between concepts of Reader being the Spider of their universe, BUT I also like the idea of Reader being an anomaly, because then you get that torturous pain of like... godDAMN the scene with Miguel and Miles on top of the train was hard to watch, you know? So take that and you've got Miguel trying his hardest to stop you and losing his temper and screaming at you that you're a mistake, you were never supposed to be here, all of those things, and then afterwards he has to try and put all your broken pieces back together after everything you had experienced completely breaks you, like you go from trying to escape him in Nueva York to just going limp in his hold and letting them take you into custody, constantly crying or being completely despodent and literally no longer caring about going home anymore because you feel trapped by being a Spider and feel like your choices are no longer your own. He didn't have any hard feelings against you but you have to follow the canon! And while he's you know keeping a watchful eye on you and making sure you don't kill yourself, he becomes a little too personally invested in your well being, making sure you've eaten, have you slept well, until he realizes too late that he's ATTACHED

Spinoff of this where he accidentally makes Reader kill themselves which also destroys their entire universe and like a few months later Miguel gets another ping in the system and, oh look a new Spiderman, not an anomaly this time, but still... you? Or, A you, maybe not THE same you he had known but, it just tears at his heart as he meets you again and youre so happy and bouncy and charismatic and he knows he has to keep you safe this time, that he cant let you completely fall apart this time. That's kind of getting your cake and eating it too huh? Having the first you be the anomaly and the second you is a true Spider who gets to deal with all his grief and obsession and guilt and all those feelings he never got to address or act on "the first time around"

Ideas of Reader not even being a Spider and just minding their own gd business and a disheveled Miguel from another universe who just lost his own version of you and hasn't slept for shit shows up all of a sudden and corners you because he just HAS to see and hear and touch you again and he's basically lost himself with grief

Ideas where Reader loses their home universe but instead of disappearing with it they just become an anomaly and now you're a Spider without a set destiny who technically shouldn't still exist and Miguel has to keep an eye on you as he watches you gradually sink deeper into the mire of grief and depression because, "does your life even have a purpose now?"

Story ideas where having a darling/obsession is a spidey canon event and Miguel thought he had already gone through his but he stumbles upon you and he starts losing it and getting real freaky obsessed with you and he doesn't exactly stop himself because he thinks it's normal and supposed to happen, and if you resist him in any way he won't let you get away because in his mind if he doesn't have you, not only will he completely fall apart, but what if it causes another universe to collapse?

Stories where you're a Spider and his "coworker" and you two have tension but respect each other and have never really acted on it and suddenly here's another Miguel who isn't quite nearly as reserved or shy as the first and suddenly "your original" has to 'defend his territory' as he knows enough about his own behavior to realize that this other version of him has his sights set on you and, well, your Miguel can't have that

Stories where having a kid is a canon event and Miguel realizes Reader is a grown woman who is actively avoiding relationships altogether and is also on birth control and he realizes "oh shit if she doesn't have a kid will she disappear?" And he's like trying to sabotage your attempts to stay single until eventually he decides, fuck it, maybe it's HIM who has to give you that baby. You know, just a little mating press and some noncon breeding that he swears is to save your life, it *definitely* isn't that he's totally crazy about you and this just gives him the excuse

You know just totally normal ideas about a totally normal totally sane dude