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moonlightcrusader · 2 years

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This isn't even a prompt, just an idea I thought you'd enjoy XD

Otto doesn't sleep a whole lot, because 1) he's old and insomniac, 2) it's hard with the actuators, 3) he's a workaholic, and 4) he has a lot of trauma nightmares :(

The Peters will get pretty worried about him, so they trick him into falling asleep by coaxing him out of his lab and into watching a movie or something with them, knowing he'll pass out on the couch before too long 😂 sure enough it knocks him out and then they gently make him a little more comfortable and congratulate themselves 😂

Have a great summer!!

Awww like a grandpa, snoring at the couch loudly while the actuators absentmindedly play with the Peters xD this is sooo fluffy! Poor man deserves all the hugs and Peter love ;_; I can imagine them coaxing him out of the lab like this:

***

Peter 2: Otto, Petey and Three are fighting over the cereal again and they made a big mess with the milk!

Otto, absentmindedly working: My boy, I have to get this project done tonight- you’ve handled their quarrels before-

Peter 2, tugging on his special hoodie: But, they spilled milk on the hoodie you bought me from a science convention we went to, remember? >:( But..okay, I’ll handle it-

Otto, quickly putting his tools away as he looked at the stain ridden sweater that said, “Octavius 77′”

Otto: Where are they?

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Otto: Boys! What you did was not okay! You are to apologize to your brother right this instant-

Otto, looking at the display of no mess, but a variety snacks on the coffee table, while One and Three scroll through Netflix on the couch in the living room. Two starts to gently push Otto and the confused actuators to the couch.

Peter Three immediately drops a blanket over Otto’s shoulder while the tiniest Peter climbs onto Otto’s lap. Two sits on the other side of Otto and lays his head on his shoulder.

Otto, totally not endeared: You cheeky rascals, I should ground all of you.

The Peters: :D

***

BONUS:

Otto, almost going to sleep : My boy, you didn’t have to spill actual milk on your hoodie to get me out of the lab. I’m sorry you felt the need to ruin it :(

Peter Two: Oh, uhh, we didn’t even plan that at first. Petey actually spilled milk on me.

Peter One: Accidentally! Three bumped his elbow into my side and then-

Peter Three: Oh no I didn’t-

The Peters bicker

Father, they’re annoying us!

Just ignore and watch the movie Flo. They’ll eventually crash out.

*looks at empty junk wrappers*

*cue tired dad noise and just falls asleep*

#peter parker #tobey peter parker #moonlightcrusader #octodad #spider bros #andrew garfield #tom holland #Tobey Maguire #marvel #raimi spider man #otto octavius #Alfred Molina

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true-octopus-facts · 1 year

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THIRD octopus fact of the day

THIS is the rare 'Doctor Octopus,' scientific name Otto Octavius! He's the last of his kind, unfortunately :( He's also missing one arm (RIP flo)

#biology #octopus #octopus facts otd #(this one is a bit of a shitpost but i have no self restraint so you have to deal with my bs ^-^)

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writingsofhubris · 1 year

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Infinitesimal

[AO3] Rating: T WC: 1,766 Tags: Mentioned Norman Osborn, Fluff, Love, Minor Injuries, Pets, Surprises Fandom: Spider-man (Raimi) Ship: Otto Octavius/Reader Disc: Otto gets patched up, again, but this time he needed your help taking care of something. Pt 9 to Misadventures, the final

He’d been sitting on the beach for a while now, looking out at the soft waves of the river, and the city behind it.

Otto was in rough shape, that was for sure. But he couldn’t keep going, he needed to rest for a few moments. No insistence from anyone had convinced him elsewise, laying on the dirty cement, the actuators the only things holding up the man.

The gauzes and medications in the basket you’d upgraded to were carefully spread on some plastic, to keep them from getting any extra dirt as you were digging out the grit from Otto’s face, trying to be as delicate as you could manage. It wasn’t going well, by the soft gasps from the man’s lips.

“If you didn’t want me to do this, you wouldn’t have been out there.” The words were harder than your tone, more concern drifting behind your intent than any malice.

Flo wrapped around your shoulders, gently pushing you closer to the man, trying to gain just a moment of affection.

Instead, your finger went up, pointing at the metal apparatus.

“Not yet. He’s not done being bandaged.” A soft metallic hiss, and you were allowed to continue working, ignoring the pleading way that Otto was staring up at you, wanting your attention on him in a different way.

Despite all the attempts previously, it didn’t seem to work this time. Your work was efficient, taking care of each scratch shown, then after his trench coat was taken off, all the wounds that had been hidden. Overall, he wasn’t terribly hurt, though he would almost certainly hold onto the pain swirling in his body for a while.

“Thank you,” he said almost as soon as the last piece of gauze was secured, enough pressure against his skin to pull a small hitch in his breath.

“You gotta stop doing that to us, Otto. Norman and I get scared when we see you on the news.” Finally free from your medical attention, all of your supplies picked up and deposited back into the basket, Otto pulled you carefully into his lap. Metal wrapped around your waist just like the belt on him, and you carefully laid your head on his shoulder. “I want you to come home at night.” Otto’s eyes trained on yours, cocking a brow up.

“Do you think that I won’t?”

“Well, you’re not exactly in a safe profession.” But, the metal made you feel safe against his body, and the flesh of his chest made you feel loved. “Can you promise me you won’t leave for…” You looked out over the river for just a moment. “For two weeks. Give us just two weeks with you, okay?” It was a lot to ask for, and you knew that, but he would at least need that to finish healing.

“Two weeks,” Otto repeated, taking your hand in his, only holding. “Two weeks, I can do for you.”

With Norman in the kitchen making you three tea, you sat next to Otto, working out a couple of the knots in his shoulders. Even with taking time off as you’d requested of him, he still found stressors faster than you found solutions. Your lips pressed against Otto’s head, pressure gentle.

“Can you feed the kittens?”

“Kittens?” You saw the flash of fear in his eyes, and you looked at him, your turn to cock a brow. “What kittens, Otto?”

“The kittens that live under the pier…” His voice trailed off, trying to gauge your response to his endeavor.

“Have you been raising kittens this whole time?”

“They were sick,” Otto replied, an explanation. His warm eyes met yours, unrelenting, but buried deep was worry.

“Show me them.” You stood up, taking your hands from Otto, waiting for him to take the lead. He did, with only a small detour to procure the supplies needed to feed each of the babies.

Otto led you from the house, though he was certainly sheepish about his actions. Out the door, down around the newly built shelter that Otto had erected shortly after he had come back and realized his old laboratory and house would be unsalvageable. Otto guided you to the tiny beach that was constantly deserted, too far out of the way for many to even attempt the journey of finding the sand.

Otto leant on you as much as you allowed him, his weight heavy on your shoulders, only barely aided by the actuators. Sand was usually too difficult for them to establish a good base.

Just where the wood met the sand, a few meters off the water at this time of year, you saw a stripe of fabric, dirty at this point. You knelt down, and just a little too far to reach, you saw a small bundle of fur, shifting in the seconds of hearing something nearby. A curious meow, until it turned to see you, and it simply hissed. Feral as hell. But even you had to admit, the cats were fucking cute.

You looked back at Otto for a moment, pressing your lips together.

“They’re only a couple months old.”

“That’s getting about time for them to leave the nest,” you pointed out. Otto couldn’t kneel down, the bruising on his ribs too bad to bend, but he stood next to you.

“And make their own litters of kittens,” he finished. “But I can help them for now, can’t I?” You looked up Otto’s body, a small smile on your lips. He was right. Of course Otto was right; he knew better than anyone what it was like to be ignored by society.

You took the food he’d brought with you, and carefully dumped the kibble into a small dish, and refilled the water.

“I would come down here after I’d seen you,” Otto suddenly started, surprising you slightly from the monotony.

“What’s that?”

“After you would bandage me up,” he explained. You stood up, brushing the sand from your jeans, and crossing your arms for some warmth. “I would spend hours on this beach, thinking from formulas to… How I found you.’

“Oh, the night you stole my drink?” But he’d infected you with a wiry grin, taking the steps to him. His attention was well past the kittens now, moreso focused on you as you took shuffling steps to him. “I would focus on my work, as much as I was able to. It wasn’t successful most of those nights.” That doofy grin you’d gotten to be so fond of over the last year spread over his lips. Warmth, nearly excitement at you simply standing nearby. “And then…”

His silence allowed you to step closer, shifting on the loose sand. Your hands were careful on his chest, simply resting against one of the few spots you knew was able to be touched.

“And then, you took care of me,” you responded, smoothing your hands over the fabric of his shirt. Otto was warm, heat seeping through the layers of clothing to your hands. “After my surgeries, you took care of me until I was ready.” Until you’d leant forward and kissed him deeply, a test of how much you had really healed. You still recalled the surprised sound that had fallen from Otto’s lips, the sudden jerk of his body as he quickly wrapped his firm arms around your body. You’d expected to be pushed off again.

Instead, Otto had kissed you back, every ounce of passion he could muster pouring into the kiss.

“And you kissed me.”

“And I kissed you. What’s all this about, Otto?” He sighed softly, and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close, clearly trying to think over what it was he wanted to say.

“I don’t know. I just want to thank you for all you’ve done. You’ve given up part of your world for us.”

“And I’d do it again. You know I would, don’t you Otto?” His dark eyes met yours, clearly gauging his trust in the sentiment. He hadn’t been able to trust anyone for so long, that hearing it affirmed gave him pause. One of his hands moved to rest over yours, wrapping his fingers around yours.

“I know that you would. I know it.” Your lips met, familiar as the tips of his fingers brushed over your jaw.

Curling up in his actuators, pressed against his front, Otto felt your breathing deepen, slowly finding the sleep that you’d only just become acquainted with in his arms. He offered you warmth, his arms unmoving around you.

Otto’s mind slowly ended up drifting, finding thoughts he had believed to be buried deep under layers of injuries to his heart. Somehow, you had burrowed under years of protection, and found yourself in his arms. Otto had you, just as much as you had him.

You’d been the one to bandage him up, so many times. Your hands were familiar with his body in ways only a select few had ever been. Otto didn’t know how he could have survived without you, didn’t know just how it was he had gotten so very lucky in his life. Otto just knew the simple fact you were there for him, and you were happy to stay by his side through the tough nights that you were certain to find.

He let his hand drift over your side, memorizing each inch of your body, before running his hand over the scars on your chest, gently feeling the skin without waking you. You’d been through your own hell, one you didn’t tell him just yet. One that he was certain to find, eventually. A past that would end up being shared, when you were ready to do so. He had to trust you fully, and completely. He knew he did, even if it would take time.

His lips pressed against your shoulders, a gentle kiss against the skin he could reach. Soft, gentle, just as he had learned again with you. Otto ignored the twinge of pain in his chest as he inhaled your scent, memorizing your every aspect. He’d show you properly how much he did love you. But not today. Not right now, when you were sleeping so soundly in his arms. Otto wanted to feel you in his arms for the rest of his life, if he could. Whatever he had to do, he knew he would protect you.

Promise made to himself, Otto allowed his own eyes to drift closed. Dreams would take him soon enough, and if he was lucky, you’d find him in his dreams as well.

Thank you, everyone who's stayed with me until the end of this series. A year and four days later, this series has drawn to a close, int he most bitter sweet of ways. Thank you everyone who stayed and dropped a like, a view, or a comment. I'm eternally thankful to everyone I've met through this series.

Tags! @niffysboxers @yesalwayswelles @overlookedfile @arandomnerdsblog578 @unitedfandomsoftheworld @emotrash1 @randomfandomtrash28

#.w #otto octavius/reader #otto octavius x reader #x reader #wanna cry a lil over this

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sitdownlapdog · 1 year

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Bloody Mary (Octogoblin) fanfiction -1-

Money

Au Where Otto and Norman still do what they do best… They have the ‘problems’ still but they haven’t met. Honestly just to get James to shut up and stop texting me about this song, and I have my own ideas as well, you dumb little slimy son of a-. Kinda love at first sight? Well not first sight really, more like love for two people who’ve never fully met before… But they know each other exists. Fluffy and hella descriptive. Nothing could be more described like the love I have for this ship. Pre-Smut… maybe I’ll write the smut in a different part…

Love is just a history that they may prove

Otto looked at the handsome man infront of him with so much love it would make anyone turn and say are they in love? But that was not the case…

And when you're gone

Otto loved Norman so damned much, a simple look at the Green Goblin’s holder and he was on edge.

I'll tell them my religion's you

How he wanted to tell him how much he loved the man, how he loved every flaw, every perfect thing about him.

When Punktious comes to kill the king upon his throne

How he wanted to kiss that smiling face, “I’m kinda a doctor myself.” Wow, so handsome.

I'm ready for their stones

This dance was gonna be when he was gonna tell Norman Osborn how much he loved him. Yes, today this stupid dance was gonna be either his downfall or his uprising.

I'll dance dance dance,

Otto looked at Norman who was talking to some woman, but that didn’t matter, no it didn’t matter.

With my hands hands hands,

Why did he want to kiss this man? What made Otto so intranced with Norman damned Osborn? Where was the painful love coming from, was it true? Yes…

Above my head head head,

But he loved Norman, he would kill for him, this damned dance was making him so hot, he wanted to take off his shirt.

Like Jesus said

Norman looked at Otto and saw the tugging, Harry, Flo, Moe, and Larry where just having fun twirling about.

I'm gonna dance, dance, dance

Norman walked over to Otto, “Otto Octavius…” Otto flushed “Yes sir that’s me” He looked at Norman and swallowed, the man was so handsome.

With my hands, hands, hands above my head

“Y-your Norman Osborn” Otto flushes “It’s an honor to finally see you in person”

Hands together, forgive him before he's dead, because...

“You as well,” Norman inspects the metal arms “Beautiful” he grunts under his breath.

I won't cry for you

The metal arms inspect Norman and then go back to twirling about and keeping people 50 ft away from Otto.

I won't crucify the things you do

“You know, I’ve had my eyes on you since I first heard about this transition”

I won't cry for you

That sounded amazing to Otto, Norman Osborn, watching over him…

See (see), when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary

“You have been?”

Love

His heart was going a hundred beats a second. “You-”

We are not just art for Michelangelo to carve

“Sir that’s a- a honor…”

He can't rewrite the aggro of my furied heart

“It is?” Norman Osborn looked at the burning face under him. “Is it?” He leans in with an evil smirk.

I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold

What was going on now? Why was he so close? Maybe Otto was in the way of the drinks?

J'veux pas mourir toute seule

He couldn’t move, “Am I in the way?” he asked softly.

I'll dance, dance, dance

“Hmm, oh no, your not in my way,” The man said “Taking a closer look at you,”

With my hands, hands, hands

Otto knew he would lose it, if he kept hearing things like this from the man infront of him.

Above my head, head, head

“Your quite handsome…” Otto flushed a slightly darker color, the blood rushing into his face hotter then ever. “Thank you.”

Like Jesus said

Otto’s hands were sweaty, he wiped them on his pants. Norman raised an eyebrow at the shirt “This is the first time I’ve onlooked you with a shirt” Otto couldn’t believe it, he swallowed. “Well I assumed no one would be really wanting to see my chest.”

I'm gonna dance, dance, dance

“You assumed wrong…” Norman with a surprising amount of strength ripped it off. “That’s better” Otto was left a blushing mess.

With my hands, hands, hands above my head

Noone seemed to notice Otto and Norman, as if they were all in a trance… He realized, they were. No one moved from the spot they were in unless they were dancing.

Hands together, forgive him before he's dead, because…

“You see it now, no one can really care for you unless I break them out of the trance” Otto became flushed “Surely I’m not that handsome that you’d want to mind-blank everyone…” Norman grabbed Otto’s chin, “Do you say that to yourself often?”

I won't cry for you

Otto gulped, “Yes sir,” Norman raised an eyebrow but then shook his head “Your quite the spectacle,” Norman said softly. Otto became extremely red, it wasn’t fair that the man had could say words like that and Otto would just crumble.

I won't crucify the things you do

He swallowed, it was time, “Mr. Osborn?” Norman looked at Otto “Norman,” He said swiftly.

I won't cry for you

“Norman,” Otto repeated “I-” Norman chuckled “I know” He leaned in “Your pining is clear as water.” Norman placed his lips on Otto’s and the man gasped.

See (see), when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary

Otto gasped in pure surprise. HE KNEW? FOR HOW LONG? NORMAN OSBORN WAS KISSING HIM! The metal arms had stopped twirling about to ‘watch’ what was going on, more like take in Otto’s loud thoughts and comment on them.

Love

Otto grabbed Norman’s hair and brought him closer. Norman pulled away with a smile, “Your are quite the spectacle dear, I’d love to do that again.” Norman said.

Gaga, Gaga

“Then do it again,” Otto barked, eyes widened with surprise and confusion. Norman did it again kissing Otto’s tender lips.

Gaga, Gaga (_)

Otto brought out a loud gasp of surprise, “N-Norman, sir” Norman raised his eyebrow again “Hmm?” He stood straight. “How long have you known?”

Dum dum, da-di-da

“A long time, the first month after you started working here,” Norman said with a smirk, “You were as adorable then as you are now.”

Dum dum, da-di-da-dadda-da-di-da

Otto flushed an even darker red. “Really sir?” Norman grumbles “Norman…” He repeats leaning into Otto’s face once more,Otto moves closer and they kiss.

I won't cry for you

Otto smiles at Norman mid-kiss. “Holy-” Norman covers his mouth. “Darling,” he kisses Otto again.

I won't crucify the things you do, do, do

It wasn’t fair for Otto, then again it was almost never fair for him.

I won't cry for you

Norman brought him close and started kissing Otto’s neck.

See (see), when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary

Otto whines and holds onto Norman’s head while the man licks and nips and bites at his neck.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Otto held tight to Norman as the man with the Green Goblin’s super strength picked him up.

Líberate, mi amor

Norman growls in Otto’s ear, “Your so pretty” Otto whines in response, he just wants Norman to give him what he wants. He’ll beg if he has to, but what he wants will happen, he just knows it.

@james-the-delivery-gay, @dr-ottooctavius, @whoeverelse

#doc ock #otto octavius #norman osborn x otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #octogoblin #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #1 #the reader is me

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