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dainty-fingertips · 2 years

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I’m glad you request are back! Can you do sinister six x engineer reader and how they would individually spend time with you/ what activities? Thank you :)

EEUEURUUEU YESSSSSYESYES OFC

These fellas have gotta have some way to blow off steam. Everyone does, don’t they?

Recently, they’ve begun to ask you to join them in their recreation

By “ask” that usually means bothering you until you agree

Montana/Shocker enjoys treating himself to a nice dinner when he has free time

By nice I mean suits and dresses and aged wines and candles and jazz

“Order what you want, sweetheart. It’s aaaall on me.” Followed by a kiss on the knuckles

OH O H O U H H U y g hGDODDDD

HE DID IT HE DID IT HE DID UT HE KISSED HER HE PUT HOS LIPS ON HER HAND HER SKIN TOUCHED HIS MOUTH GUYS OMG GUYS GUYS WAIT GUYS

The entire dinner he can focus on nothing other than that

Alex O’Hirn/Rhino wasn’t really one to do much during his free time

Mostly because he didn’t know he actually had any until you brought it up,,

“W-Well, I don’t really…,,, er,,,,,”

“Alex.”

Thus began the habit of you having a bit of free time and sitting Alex down with you in the scarcely used break room

“So,, what do you like to do?”

“I like CRUSHIN’ SKULLS and ROBBIN’ BANKS and DOIN’ CRIME”

“Ok let’s try Netflix out for size”

Netflix works just fine

In fact, he discovers a love of cinema thanks to you

Tanks doll :)))

Adrian Toomes/Vulture is an old man who enjoys old man things like chess and painting

Know how to play? He’ll invite you to play with him

Don’t know how to play? He’ll invite you to play with him

Actually pro tip, please pretend like you have no idea of what you’re doing no matter what

It gives him the chance to be all caringly flirty while he teaches you how to play

“…And there, see? That wasn’t so hard.”

“Only because you’re a good teacher, haha. I think I might still need a few rounds of practice… would you mind?”

“Ooooh, not at all, my dear.”

When it comes to painting with him, my advice holds true

And let me tell you why,,,,,,

Just imagine: sitting in front of a canvas with a pallet, brush, and cup of water. Dr Toomes is behind you with one hand on your shoulder and the other carefully holding yours with the brush

He softly explains his technique to you in a voice astonishingly sweet, but he isn’t mansplaining. (At least, he’s not trying to.)

You feel his breath against your cheek and can’t help but smile as he begins guiding your hand to dress the canvas

I’m telling you bro,,,,,,,,, I’m beim deadass with you rn,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

ANYWAY UHH UH UH

Max Dillon/Electro is similar to Alex in the way that he never really considered recreational things to pass his free time!!

So you both agree to go on walks together to go grocery shopping when needed

Or when the weathers nice

Or when it’s nighttime

Or when it’s daytime

Or when you’re dressed for the occasion

Or when either of you want to go

(Often)

Typically, Max prefers nighttime!! He likes to go around with you without his mask on him in public and usually the best time for that is at night

Plus he’s like a walking lamp (as if there weren’t overhead street lights)

He, without fail, will carry every bag whenever you do end up actually grocery shopping

He wants to impress you

Let the poor guy have his moment

“Nope, I’ll take that.”

“Max,,, can you see to walk?”

“,,,,,,,, is Uber an option here”

Flint Marko/Sandman is a fan of working out!!

YOU TWO CAN BE WORKOUT BUDDIES AWWWWW

U can spot him while he deadlifts and bench presses to make sure he doesn’t die from the added weight now that you’re there

These boys like to show off ok

Let me just tell you that Flint Marko shirtless and sweaty is a sight to behold

And you, out of respect, try not to behold it so obviously

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock enjoys reading!!

By all means please join him in any way

You don’t have to read with him even just sitting with him and doing your own thing is by all means enough

PLEAAAAASE lean against him while you do whatever it is you’re doing

it’s very possible he might use the actuators and move you into his lap so that you both can read together whether you initially wanted to or not

“What are you reading?”

“Oh, the same as yesterday. Would you like to join me this time?”

“I was actually just about to ask, doc.”

YEAAAAAAH PLEASE SOEND TIME WITH THESE IDIOTS INDIVIDUALLY

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soft-for-them · 2 years

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Where's your spark? - Max Dillon x plus size reader

Summary: You once knew Max Dillon in your shared universe. He was sweet and kind but now the walking ghost is cocky and different. Somehow though, you end up sticking together.

With darting eyes and awkward half shuffles you stand in the middle of the condominium near the low down coffee table but not near the small sofa where the pile of human shaped sand called Flint Marko currently sits.

He seems like a nice enough man, a bit annoyed at the situation at hand, but you all are.

Being thrown in into a universe that isn’t yours followed by being locked up in a wizard’s dungeon isn’t fun, epically since you don’t have any powers like everyone else, you’re not actually a villain at all, you’re just caught in the middle of everything.

Gosh, when you first laid eyes on Doctor Octavius you could feel the seething irritation flowing off him. You don’t go near the eight limbed doctor because of that first irritation; call it insecurity or a very bad habit, you just don’t want to piss him off more than he already is (even if he does seem like a really interesting guy with a cool fashion style and the biggest, wettest eye’s you’ve ever seen.)

You also don’t go near Marko because of your insecurity.

The sofa is small and he’s a literal sand pile, you could sit as far away from him as you could only to be sitting on a handful of sand that is his disembodied arm for all you know.

It’s an odd thing for you to feel small around people, yes you’re plus size but it’s not really about being physically small or big, it’s about thinking you’re getting in the way of people or being too quiet for your own good.

You don’t even know how you got yourself in this mess.

Sure, you know who Spiderman is, you’re basically like your universe’s Ned Leeds (despite there being a Ned back home anyway). You’re not a science whiz or a crazy strong mutant, you’re a journalist major who has the worst paying part time job at the Daily Bugle. So, being grouped with all these villains is an odd thing.

Seeing Doctor Connors again is also very odd.

You didn’t know him that well before hand, he’s wasn’t really a friend nor was he ever a mentor to you but he did try and turn you into a lizard, so he’s an odd kind of acquaintance.

Actually, you kind of whished you stayed in the truck with the lizard man.

On the way to the flat owned by this ‘Happy’ guy you had sparked up a conversation with the doctor and despite his odd obsession with turning everyone into a lizard he could hold a rather good conversation unlike everyone else who was just being plain grumpy.

But you’re not in the truck anymore you’re just hovering around not knowing what to do with yourself.

Wide eyes gaze around the bachelor pad, each glance looking over each villain.

They all look somewhat normal when they’re not fighting, though you’ve grown used to the various Spiderman villains over the years. It almost makes you laugh that right now despite the frowned brows and anxious feet tapping all of them look like peeved dads.

You’re not from Norman Osborne, Otto Octavius and Flint Marko’s universe but all three men look like tried dads in need of a break.

Marko did mention a daughter earlier on, which clocks with you considering the man keeps on giving you concerned looks like a dad watching over his daughter would and the way Norman is working with Peter, well you can tell right away he’s a father that and you know your universe’s Norman had Harry as his son, so you assume that same for this Norman. You just hope this Norman is a nicer man to his Harry. Otto on the other hand doesn’t seem like he would have a child but he gives you good vibes even if his robotic octopi arms feel like they’re staring at you.

You give a small meek wave to one of the robotic limbs, unbeknownst to you that limb you’re waving to is called Harry.

“Where’s you spark (y/n)?”

You physically jump as Max walks past you, a very evident grin on his face.

“You must have taken it Max.” You say still awkwardly standing in place.

“Nah, can’t have done-“ he taps the metal cylinder on his chest, “- I’m all out of spark.”

You scoff at the comment your body atomically freezing and going small, the voice in your mind telling you such loud and sudden sound such as a scoff is rude.

Before your mail room job at the Daily Bugle you would hang around Peter a lot thus hanging around every science-y place he would find himself, that included Oscorp.

You were just nineteen when you first met Dillon, a freshman at university doing an English degree.

One day you were looking around for Peter, who had just reconnected with his childhood friend Harry Osborn, and you being the clumsy person you were back then you walked right into someone.

That someone hardly had a scratch on them whilst your foot had gave way making you topple over like a jenga tower right onto the floor. That person unharmed shouted at you, a flurry of damn right offensive insult were hurled your way as you tried to stand on a twisted ankle whilst also muttering countless apologies to them.

No one around really cared, neither Perter nor Gwen were there to defend you, so you were surprised and so relieved when someone came over to help.

“Hey man, she said she’s sorry.” a strong voice said.

“Shut up Max.” the person said before walking away leaving you still crumpled on the ground.

Max had wanted to feel like a hero when he’d seen that man shouting at you.

He was prepared for insults to be thrown at him, prepared for that person to disregard him and his words. Everyone treated Max like complete and utter rubbish and he knew that there was a possibility that you would take one look at him and do the same but he just wanted to help.

So to his surprise when he offered you his hand you took it. Not only that but you looked up to him you and…smiled.

Not only did you smile, you didn’t recoil from his sweaty palms and gapped grin, you just thanked him profusely, you even made a jokey comment about the angry man you had bumped into.

You neither judged him on his looks – you didn’t stare too long at his comb over or try to look away from his glasses coved eyes – you most certainly didn’t flinch away from his hand which pulled you up with surprising strength.

You didn’t run away when he got you an icepack and carefully wrapped up your ankle (over kill for a twisted ankle you had said to him but it ultimately helped in the long run.)

And even after that encounter when you were in the Times Square when he was so scared and static-y blue, shooting electricity everywhere waiting for Spiderman, you didn’t cower away like he thought you would – you tried to calm him down knowing that Spiderman would come.

You called him a friend, a thing he desperately needed and even in his last breaths, you were there.

So now Max stands at the wide spanning condominium widows his eyes away from the alive city his sole focus on you, looking you up and down like that blossoming friendship meant nothing.

You’re no longer nineteen.

You look warn down and tired, hair outgrown and unkempt like you’ve just gotten out of bed, clothes less 2014 and more full time office worker on a budget. Glasses all too similar to Max’s old pair lay on top of your head, the years of overnight studying and many work days filed staring at text taking a toll on your eye sight.

Scruffy and in need of a nap you still feel the same to Max – yes more mature and rather pretty now that he’s looking at you more – but you’re the same.

“You’ve changed.” Max contradicts, him trying to get a rise out of you.

Marko looks between you and Max, himself ready to step in-between any argument that might occur, like the father he is.

You turn your eyes directly looking at Max.

“I’m sorry- you’re the one who fucking turned blue and then fucking died.” Your arms flail around in annoyance your eyes ever so slightly glazing over, “Anyway mister comb over where the fuck did your tooth gap go!”

You’re annoyed at Max and annoyed at everything that’s going on.

You had become somewhat friends with the sweet scientist when he was alive only to watch him die because your best friend over powered him then only to lose your other best friend too because of Harry Osborn.

All your memories of Max are laced with sadness and anger.

It’s been years since you’ve last searched his name up just to see the newspaper clippings showing small black and white photos of you lost friend, too read about his accomplishments and accolades.

And now he’s here as cocky as ever, refusing to talk about the fact he’s a walking ghost.

“You like the new style, I like it, I like this world.”

“I like the sweet Max-“

You finally are brave enough to walk towards him, the shyness hidden away and the anger bubbling up.

“-You knew him for less than a week-“ Max interrupts, a small feeling of guilt spiking into his heart as he says it.

“-And that week was yesterday for you so don’t pretend-“ your voice grows louder as you interrupt him back.

“-Don’t pretend what?”

It was literally just yesterday for him that you were there, that you who talked his ear off about just starting university, that you that hanged around Oscorp with you friend Peter, that same you who was kind and caring, that you who treated him as human.

You don’t answer his question you just get louder.

“He was kind to everyone and he was trying to do good-“

“- He? You’re talking like I’m dead-“

“-You did die!” you wail tears now falling down the rounds of your face.

“I didn’t, I was just weak.”

“-YOU WEREN’T WEAK!”

You voice echoes, loud and clear, vibrating the bodies of all the people now looking at you.

Without even thinking you head for the door.

Peter, not your Peter but the high schooler Peter who reminds you of the past too much, tries to stop you.

“(Y/n)-ma’m- um, please don’t go!”

Turning just a bit catching the worried and naive face of Peter you shake your head.

“I’ll be in the van with Curt if anyone needs me.”

Maybe it’s been an hour maybe it’s been ten minutes but you jump out your skin when you hear an explosion followed by clatters of debris hitting the grey ground.

One moment you were just laying you head on the steering wheel (minding not to honk the horn with your forehead), eyes closed and body twitchy then *BAM* chaos erupted.

Curt Connors, a man you had a small conversation with before laying you head to rest on the textured plastic of the steering wheel is now gone, the van’s door ripped off and the sound of sirens quickly wailing closer.

Your eyes are still watery, sleepy in the corners yet to rubbed away with the tear streaks down your cheeks, your vision blurry with tired tears.

You try to look around but you’re unsure what to do. You’re in a completely different universe, Dr Connors has gone and all the other Spiderman ‘villains’ are in the apartment complex where all the danger is; it would be damn right stupid to run back up there now.

That paired with your lack of powers you begin to freeze up again like you did in the open planned flat minutes or maybe hours before.

“…fuck…” you mutter as you wipe your eyes.

Panic arises just as the door to your left is yanked open.

Your hands abruptly go up in a surrender, eyes going wide and watery again. You’re ready to see armed police right there and then.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Max stands there his hands also up, “It’s only me, I’m no cop (y/n).”

His words are said to try and calm you down but you can hear as much panic behind his once cocky voice as much as he can see the panic evident in your wide eyes.

You might be panicking for you safety, Max is panicking for your safety too.

He’s a super powered human that can control electricity and disappear in seconds but he knows you can’t do any of that, you’re just a sweet wanna be journalist who never feel in a vat of eels or got bitten by a radioactive spider.

He watches you unfreeze and dive into his chest, arms constricting around his torso like vices, a soft choke of a sob let out muffled by the stolen jacket he wears.

“We gotta go.”

He pulls you away and out of the van; news vehicles, helicopters and cops already all around.

“I’m so fucking scared Max.”

“I know.” His left hand cups your face loosely, his right hand gentle as it raises up to your head pushing you spectacles down on your nose, “Remind me to clean these later.”

If men with riot shields and guns weren’t getting closer combined with the sound of Peter and the Green Goblin fighting he would of taken them off your head and cleaned them with the upmost care before placing them perfectly on the bridge of your nose.

“O-ok… what-where are we going?” you whisper.

“Just follow my lead and don’t get shot.”

“Easier said than done Max, easier said than done.”

A/N: I've had a headache from the heat whilst editing this so sorry if there's errors but on to the real problem: where are the good gifs of Max and Curt!?!

#max dillon #max dillon x reader #spiderman no way home #no way home #spiderman: no way home #spiderman x reader #spiderman no way home x reader

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 2 years

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His friend who is more than a friend *NSFW!!!*

Y/n looks around the unfamiliar New York City

She was confused of why she was in front of a dumpster though

“Y/n?” A familiar voice starts

Y/n looks at the person who said that

It was her friend Norman Osborn

“Norman!” she says with joy and then rushes up towards him and hugs him once she was in front of him

He returns the hug with a big smile on his face

“I thought you died Y/n!” Norman says

“I thought you died!” she says and then they stopped hugging each other

“Who’s your husband?” Norman asked her

“Otto” She says

“My wife was you... shit! We’re in a different universe!” Norman curses and she was confused

“How’s your husband?” he asked her

“Dead too” she says and looks down

“I’m sorry” he says and hugs her again

“Why did you choose Otto?” he asked her

“You were dead and I always had a secret crush on you” she explains

“I always had a secret crush on you!” he says and stops hugging her

“Who chugged the serum?” she asked him

“You did” he says

“No way! You chug it in my universe!” she says and he laughs a little

“This is crazy” he says

“Your telling me the obvious now?” she asked him in a joking matter

He laughs

“God your funny! You still remind me of my Y/n though” he says

“Us variants still think a like” she says and winks

He blushes as he laughs

He eventually stops laughing

“Want to break the multiverse more and go on a date?” he asked her

“Fuck yeah!” she says and chuckles and holds her hand and they walk off to somewhere

“Wait- Where the hell are we going to live?” she asked him

A person in a Spiderman suit had landed in front of them

“Hello! I’m-” “Peter Parker” Norman finished his sentence

“But not my Peter or yours” she says and Peter’s mask went off

“Amazing” Y/n and Norman said at the same time

She looks at Norman

Norman looks at her and grins

She looks at him and blushes

“I’m going to be your guide to this universe since you two don’t seem evil” Peter says

“Were not” Norman says as he kept looking at her

“Norman were in front of a child” she says and looks back at Norman, and then he chuckles

“I have a place you two can have” Peter says and Norman looks at him

She looks at Peter

“But there’s ‘bad guy’s’ there” Peter adds

“Me and Norman could help them out, right?” she asked Norman

“Yes, but first I think I want alone time with you” Norman says and her blush became obvious

“Umm.. Alright! I’ll show you the way to Happy’s place” Peter spoke awkwardly

They were walking distances, so they walked to his place

When they got to his place Y/n saw Otto

“Y/n! Hey! How have you’ve been? I know the last time we talked your husband had died” Otto starts and she stops in her tracks

Otto looks at Norman

“Oh good, you’ve found your husband!” Otto says and her hand goes onto her shoulder

“Yeah…” she says and Peter frowns

“Are you alright Y/n?” Peter asked her

“I’m fine” she lied and walks away and went into one of the rooms

Norman sighs and follows her

“What did I do?” Otto asked

“Your married to her in my universe” Flint says and Otto faces him

“But she’s always loved Norman in my universe” Otto says and Flint sighs

“She did like Norman, but saw him die in front of her. She then a few years later moved on and went out with you and then you two girls married. She had helped you with the sun in the palm of your hands project, but saw it go a different way then intended. She promised to stay by your side just to make sure you didn’t die…” Flint explains and Peter was in shock

“How do you know all of this?” Otto asked him

“We’re friends” Flint says and Otto stood their

Otto had zoned out

“Mr Octavius?” Peter starts and Otto had tears leaving his eyes

“Don’t tell me your jealous of her and Norman” Flint says and Otto’s tentacle punched the wall

“Mr Octavius please calm down-“ Peter says and almost got thrown when he went quickly back in control of the tentacles

~Y/n had magically changed clothes

“You have powers?!” Norman spoke in shock

“Yep!” She says with excitement that soon died down

He frowns

Norman takes off his shirt and then came into the bed

He lays down and so does she

She rested her head on his chest

“What’s bothering you dear?” Norman asked her

“Otto is here” she says and Norman wraps his arm around her

“I can’t look at him everyday and act like everything is okay” she says

“Well maybe he’s been here longer then us- so maybe you won’t have to see him for too long-“ Norman explains and she sighs

“Maybe…” she says and then they both heard the noise of one of the walls breaking

She holds onto Norman tightly and buried her face in his chest

He glanced down at her

He starts to rub her back to calm her down

“It’s okay Y/n… everything will be okay” he says and she looks up at him

Her eyes started to glow her favorite color

Her powers were making her horny

~”We’re you this jealous in your universe?” Max asked Otto

“I’m not jealous!” Otto says in a pissed off tone

“Then what’s bothering you?” Max asked him

“The fact that she can’t be happy now!” Otto says and Peter was confused

“Not to state the obvious or anything, but she seemed pretty happy when I found her” Peter says and Otto was confused

“How?!” Otto asked

“Because she reunited with a old buddy who she had a crush on for so long that she thought the only way of coping would to have her mind on someone else” Flint explains and Otto looks at him again

“Your lucky I can’t strangle you” Otto says

“Hey everyone calm down and stop acting like teenagers!” Peter says and then everyone went silent

Once everyone went quite they could hear moans coming from Norman and Y/n’s room

“Do I really have to stay here?” Max asked

“Yeah… sorry…” Peter says and Max sighs and then goes to his room

Flint went to his room too

“Come on Mr Octavius” Peter says and Otto felt pissed off now as he goes to his room

Peter goes to his room too

~”Norman!” She moans as he thrust

Norman smirks and then hits her sweet spot again

she came and then he pulls out of her

He gets off of her and then pulls her close to him

“Do you always get horny when your stressed out?” He asked her

“Nope! Actually this is the first time this has happened” she says and he smirks

“That makes me feel young again” he says and she chuckles

Note: this will not become a series!!! I cannot do series because I got a lot of other ideas for fanfiction and I’ll forget about it or get tired of it!

#norman osborn x reader #green goblin x reader #fanfiction writer #fanfic #otto octavius #peter one #flint marko #max dillon

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trexy225 · 2 years

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DSD-Chapter 23: I'm Running on Two Hours of Sleep Pray For Me

Summary: Noodles and Company got my order wrong again.

“Ok, ok, ok so I’ve been… how long has it been?” Norman sputtered.

“God damn it, Otto…” Curt muttered as he tried to slap Otto awake.

“Over a decade… I’ve lost count,” Adrian answered.

“But I’ve been… here? And you all thought that… monster was actually me?”

Adrian, Martin, and Max looked at each other. Norman huffed.

“Wow.”

“He’s losing blood, fast,” Curt warned.

“What the hell happened to Otto? Why does he have those actuators on? Where the hell are we?” Norman looked around, extremely confused.

“I have blood in one of my vans.” Martin offered, and everyone looked at him.

“...why do you have blood in your van?” Norman asked.

“Vans.” Martin corrected. “...I have Morbius on my payroll, and blood is money, at least on the black market.”

“...you’re all insane.”

“Yes Norman, we are. But you are too.” Adrian pointed out.

“Curt is a god damn lizard.”

“Do you want to be one too? I’ve been theorizing that if we-” Curt rambled excitedly, Max rolled his eyes.

The elevator doors opened, and Aaron stepped out, he had been waiting the whole time. His shoulders slumped when he saw Otto, he didn’t win.

Otto slowly woke up, there was a pounding sensation in his head… Hana, where was Hana?! He stood up, shouting. He felt Curt restrain him.

“Whashappeninwher” he slurred.

“You’re still under sedatives Otto, just give it a minute,” Norman said, Otto blinked.

“...Norman?” he asked.

“Yes, yes it’s me. The real me, I-I dusted off one of our old blueprints, and…” he held up a tiny chip, Otto's eyes widened.

Don’t

We can do so much together still

We must kill Fisk

We must get Hana

That’s what you wanted, right?

And then we can take over-

“I can do those things without you controlling me.” Otto snapped, he hissed in pain, Norman stepped forward.

“Who is he talking to?” Norman asked.

“Harry and Larry,” Max answered as if this was completely normal.

“...They can talk to you? We didn’t program them to-then that must mean that they’re an adaptive AI, that-that’s never been done before! Otto this is…” Norman stopped his excited rambling and finally read the room.

See, he gets it.

You can’t just get rid of us Otto

We will come back

The chip won’t stop us

You’ll be sorry Otto

Don’t-

“Do it.” Otto blurted out, Harry and Larry flailed around, lashing out.

“I’m sorry Otto!” Max yelled as he tackled Otto, the actuators stabbed Max in the side, but he didn’t let go. Otto cried out as electricity rushed through his body. He fell limp, Norman gagged at the scent of burned hair, Max had disinigrated Ottos beard.

“...you killed him.”

“No… I think that should’ve been enough to just short him out temporarily, Norman do it.” Max winced, clutching his side.

Norman muttered something under his breath as he installed the chip, everyone held their breath.

“Does he just wake up?” Martin asked.

“I almost killed him Li, he’s not waking up for a while. Oh god, this hurts, I think they’re barbed shit.” Max muttered.

Curt went over to check Max, his tail grabbed a towel and he pressed it against Max’s wound. Max stifled a yell.

“Keep pressure on it… I believe that he ruptured both your spleen and liver, I will need to take a better look.”

“Of course he did.”

“At least he didn’t go for any of the important bits.”

“How thoughtful of him,” Max said bitterly.

“Now, if you were a lizard-”

“I am not turning into a god damn lizard Connors!” Max snapped, he grimaced, the towel

“...fine. Let’s get you patched up.”

“What are we called?” Norman asked.

“The Sinister Six,” Adrian replied.

“...There’s only four of us.” Norman pointed out.

The author realizes that now but she refuses to acknowledge that.

“Talk to JJ Jameson if you want it changed.” Adrian shrugged.

“So you

“...what was I like?” Norman asked.

“Mean, psychotic, bloodthirsty, the whole package,” Martin added in.

“...I killed people?” Norman muttered.

“We’ve all killed people.”

“Even Otto?”

Curt laughed “Especially Otto.”

“He wouldn’t hurt a fly, he was dedicated to saving the world-” he argued.

“He just stabbed me several fucking times Osborn.” Max snapped.

“But this inhibitor chip will fix it, he’ll be himself again, just like I am.” Norman rationalized.

“Do you think he can just go back to teaching at Columbia? Be accepted into the scientific community with open arms?” Martin asked.

“...I need a drink.” Norman sighed.

Fisk stumbled back in pain, his face white. A large pool of blood was gathering around him, he sneered at you. “What the hell are you doing? Help me,” he ordered.

You scoffed, why the hell would you help him? Your eyes settled on one of Fisk's guns, it was thrown to the side… Next to one of Otto's actuators. You fumed as you dragged yourself over to it.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled. Your hands shook as you took the pistol in your hands, you aimed it at his head, and you fired.

“...It’s so quiet,” Otto muttered, they were gone… The voices were gone. It was as if he had woken up from a coma, a rush of memories flooded his mind, he now realized that the actuators had altered them, they were manipulating his thoughts… He had killed so many people.

“I’m a monster,” he whispered.

“Otto? Oh, Otto!” Norman tackled him into a hug, Otto winced at the wounds, but he gave a gentle smile to his old friend.

“It’s me Norman… It’s me.” Otto assured him, it really was him… He’d wasted so many years of his life, doing what? Getting revenge for something- …He killed Spiderman, he killed an innocent man who was just trying to save lives. He could never forgive himself. He looked up at Norman and jumped, behind him was Hiro, black liquid coming out of his eyes… He did that, but Hiro wasn’t here… Hana, he didn’t save Hana! He failed, he failed to help you, to tell you the truth. But he was afraid, he was a coward.

“You can’t get rid of us Otto.” Hiro rasped as he faded away.

The chip won’t stop us… Harry's voice echoed in Otto's head.

Otto chuckled at that, of course, the chip didn’t fully work. He may have control over his actuators and mind… But he was still insane.

“Did I do something?” Norman asked, worried.

“No, no… Where’s Hana?” Otto asked.

“...We didn’t get her.” Martin shifted uncomfortably.

“WHAT?! Did you SEE what he was doing to her?!” Otto roared, he tried to get up, but the wounds started to reopen, Curt held him down.

“You were going to be killed Otto, we didn’t have a choice!” Adrian argued.

“...We have to go back.”

“You’re too weak-” “She’s going to die if we don’t get back!” Otto snapped.

“I didn’t know that he was going to go that far…” Martin confessed.

“Don’t play dumb Martin, you run a human trafficking ring.”

“...it’s too risky.”

“Who’s this Hana?” Norman asked on his second bottle of beer.

“Trouble,” Curt muttered.

“Fisk’s girl,” Max answered.

“She’s not Fisks,” Otto grumbled.

“Then is she yours?” Norman asked.

“She doesn’t belong to anyone, I wish I could say that if anything happens to her, I’ll kill him… But I know that he’s doing things to her right now… And I’m stuck here, with all of you heartless monsters!” Otto tried to get up again, but Curt held him down. “You are going to reopen the sutures!” Curt scolded.

“I don’t care, let me go to her!”

“He loves her?” Norman asked Adrian.

“For about three years now, he finally talked to her about three months ago… And other things.”

“...no, not Otto.” Norman laughed, remembering their college days when Otto was a stumbling mess around anyone that he liked.

“I haven’t seen him look at anybody like that for a while, but Fisk has been controlling her, using her as leverage.”

“...And that’s where she is? With Fisk?” Norman asked.

Adrian looked away.

Otto grabs Curt with one of his arms and gets up, the IV’s were ripped off of him, and a trickle of blood ran down his forearm.

“I have to go… I have to…” He stumbled as he set Connors down, the actuators carried him to the window of the building.

“Aren’t you going to stop him?!” Norman looked at Curt frantically.

“No. Let him do this, I can’t control him.” Curt said calmly.

“Thank you,” Otto muttered as he jumped out of the window, the actuators launched him towards Fisk tower, he was so close…

And then somebody kicked him in the jaw.

The gun clicked, but nothing fired. Your eyes widened and Fisk gave a weak laugh. He had his phone out.

“If you had helped me, I might have gone easy on you tonight… But I won’t.” the elevator doors chimed open and Dr. Smith got out, he gasped as he ran to you.

“She’s fine, I’m not.” Fisk snapped.

“Mr. Fisk-” Dr. Smith started. Fisk shakily held up one of his guns, how the hell did he have so many?

“Do you want me to ask you again?” he threatened.

Dr. Smith looked at you helplessly but obeyed. You watched him patch Fisk up, the entire time Fisk had his eyes on you… You were going to die.

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A Moment In Time [Peter Parker x Reader]

Pairing: Andrew Garfield Peter Parker x GN! Reader

Words: 741

Warnings: Angst, mentions of character death, cannon typical violence

*****

Peter’s arms were wrapped tightly around you in a near choking embrace, and, if you hadn’t seen the expression on his face before he’d pulled you close, then you would have joked about him using his spider strength to try and crush you to death.

That expression, when you called out his name and he turned to look at you, his face had gone white, the colour drained from him. He looked like he’d seen a ghost. He looked like he saw someone back from the dead. He looked different, from how you’d seen him just earlier that day. Older, more hardened than he once had been.

It was only when you felt a tear fall from his face onto the bare skin of your neck did you finally break the silence hanging in the air.

“Peter? What’s going on? I just saw you, when I went to help you fight Max. How did we end up here?”

He didn’t respond, only tightened his grip around you as more tears fell against your skin.

“Peter?” You asked again after a few moments. “What happened?” You asked, more urgency and desperation in your tone.

“You died.” Peter whispered softly against you. A shiver of cold dropped into your gut and the breath felt like it dropped out of your lungs. You should have been denying the statement, but you knew Peter, he rarely lied to you, if he did it was to protect you. He’d never lie to you about something like this.

“How?” You asked breathlessly, liking your lips, suddenly feeling like you hadn’t drank in years. “What happened?”

He lets out a shaky breath before speaking. “After we stopped Max, Harry, my- my friend Harry showed up in a suit with a glider. He was so angry that I never gave him my blood to- to save him, so he grabbed you and flew up high with you.”

You wracked your brain, but you remembered nothing of the young Osborn coming for you. “What then?” You asked quietly. His arms tightened impossibly more around you and he let out a small sob before his next words.

“I tried to save you. I tried so hard to catch you when you fell, but I was too late. You fell too far and when I finally caught you…it was too late, I was too slow. You snapped your neck when you hit the ground.” He whispered, his voice breaking at the end. You stood in stunned silence as the confession hovered around you.

“It wasn’t your fault Peter.” You whispered softly, even as disbelief stirred around in your mind, though you knew deep down it was all true. “You tried to save me, and I could never blame you for that. But, how am I here?”

He finally let go of you, enough to look you in the eyes, a small, sad smile tugging at his lips. “It took me a long time to realise that you wouldn’t blame me for what happened. I still do, but it’s not as bad as it had once been. As for how you’re here, well, that’s a longer story.”

You listened as Peter explained to you about the multiverse, and how himself, Max Dillon, Dr. Conners, and some other version of Peter Parker and villains he’d fought had been pulled together into the universe of a third Peter Parker and they were all trying to save the villains before finding a way home.

“I want to help you guys.” You told Peter once he finished explaining it all.

“No, I lost you once because you wanted to help. I’m not losing you again.” He pleaded.

“Peter.” You whispered softly, making him look down at you with such a sad expression you could hardly bear to get out your next words. “Hun, odds are, you will lose me again, when we go home.”

He shook his head, tears slipping out again. “No, please, there has to be a way to help you too.”

You raised a hand and caressed his cheek, forcing his gaze to meet yours. You placed a soft delicate kiss against his lips.

“Peter, it’s going to be okay. If you do lose me again, at least you have this chance, this moment to spend with me. One last time. I love you.” You whispered. He smiled sadly and pulled you close again.

“I love you too.” He replied softly. “I always have.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #angst #mentions of character death #cannon typical violence #andrew garfield spiderman #spiderman no way home #x reader

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,, held at gunpoint "

- harryosborn x fem!reader

a.n : uhhh i kinda changed the storyline abit to make it fit. im not sure if im satisfied with it or not. i actually hope its readable lmao. i realized how some of danes roles have him holding guns and stuff. so i kinda thought abt it. i realized im more into writing and reading dark shit, and am trying to make it good. any feedback will be gladly accepted!

warnings : mentions of gun , hair pulling , hints of losing mind ig??

**lowercase intended**

being harrys assistant wasnt so bad until you found out he liked waving his gun around. he liked the fear people had knowing that he could kill them within seconds. he liked having people on their knees begging for their life. he liked being in control. so when he grabbed you by your hair and pushed you infront of him, forcing you to lead the way to where the equipments were after he caught you researching about it, you knew you had to follow his orders. but harrys little dream was crushed when donald menken came in and framed harry for covering up the death of max dillon and removed him from his position, harry was furious. everything that seemed to go well didnt.

" put the gun down harry. " donald warned sternly. he was scared of harry, but knowing that he had fired harry from his position engulfed the fear with ego and pride.

harry had loosened the grip on your hair, allowing you to step aside from the chaos. but with the pounding pain in your head, you tripped. donald then tried to help you up only to be yelled by harry.

" dont, dont you dare touch her " aiming the gun at donald. when the security guards started advancing towards harry, volts of electricity passed through their heart, which immediately stopped it ; killing them. donald was frozen, everything wasnt going to plan. you on the other hand was terrified. you didnt think that this was included in the work description. trying to run, harry was quick enough to grab your wrist and pull you towards him.

" finish him " harry nodded towards electro, who gladly took on the job.

placing the gun below your chin, lifting it up and locking gaze with you, " pow.. " he cooed. he saw how your chest moved up and down fast. he saw how the color drained from your face. saw how your hand gripped his shirt as if it was your only way of begging for your life.

" shh, dont worry. i wont hurt you. in fact, i need you " caressing your cheeks, your neck with the gun. with his gun now against your shoulder, he spun you around and kicked your feet as a signal for you to start walking. electro had left by now, wanting to finish spiderman as fast as possible. upon reaching the room, you noticed how harrys eyes lit up when he saw the venom.

" fill it up. now " pushing you towards the container that filled with rows of venom. gripping the now filled injection, harry eyed you. he noticed how scared you look. he didn't enjoy it as much as he remembered you as a cheeky assistant who loved joking around. he admired how on task you were and how serious you were if you needed to be. but this new found expression on your face broke his heart. jerking his gunned arm towards you, you grabbed his arm, slowly pushing the needle in, injecting the venom in his blood.

" thats it, what a good girl you are " harry chuckled, trying to mask the intensive pain he felt throughout his body. was it working?

dropping the injection down right after all the venom has been injected, you backed away. harrys eyes faltered when reality hit him. did he really want this? to destroy himself. in front of the girl he dearly wanted? no. it wasnt but its too late as his mind started to fog up with morbid scenes that flashed around. barely meeking a " run " , he dropped to his knees, trying to rip the black clothing that felt tight around his muscles. you heard his warnings, and quickly ran and grabbed the abandoned gun that was next to him.

having your front facing harry, you were horrified to see the changes in him. this isnt the harry you knew. harry was someone you could run to whenever you had a problem. but the sad part was he didnt see you as a comfort place. or at least thats what you thought. you knew harry for months and you only noticed how close and touchy he became when the disease started fogging up. running out of the building, you peered over your shoulder, hesitant to leave harry in there, with his distraught mind.

#imagines #oneshots #dane dehaan #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #valerian #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader

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Calling out to all fanfic writers. It has come to my attention that we need more Max Dillon x reader fics in the world because he deserves so much love that i just want to give to him!🥺

He was the sweetest guy before and after he turned into electro

#max dillon #tasm spiderman #electro #marvel #he deserved the world #he deserved so much better #he’s so sweet #pls write for him #he deserves love

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And I Need You to Know - Eddie Munson x Mayfield!Fem!Reader

18+ ONLY!! MINORS DNI

Here is chapter 9! After this, you will be seeing future chapters edited by me after the author sends them my way! I'm so excited for the rest of this story you guys have no idea!

Author: The_Unforgivenn

Ao3 link: And I Need You to Know

Chapter 9: A Little Piece of Heaven

Your mother had beautiful hair. Well, to be fair, she has beautiful hair, but not like it was when you all lived in California. It made you a bit envious, as much as a kid could be envious about such things. The California sun had kissed rays of honey-colored highlights all throughout her vibrant red mane, turning it that strawberry blonde that so often was poorly recreated in salons across the gold coast. She was blessed with naturally long, softly curling locks that cascaded past her shoulder blades, always tied back with a flowery bandana.

Your dad loved your mom’s hair.

Some nights, you’d catch them cuddling on the couch or sunset gazing on the back porch, your dad’s fingers delicately sweeping through her silky strands over and over. You’d hear her contented hum as he brushed the hair away from her face, from her temples, running his fingers through all the way to the end, just to repeat the process, again and again. She’d often fall asleep like that under your father’s doting gaze and nimble, gentle touch.

She doesn’t fall asleep like that anymore.

Max’s hair is similar to your mother’s, the only difference is a notably darker shade of red that does not possess the same golden highlights; perhaps the sun in Indiana is just not bright enough for that kind of magic. Even without the blonde dimensions, Max’s shade of red is deep and bright, like her.

Or, like how she was.

You’re a bit envious of hers, too; your more dominant genes allowed for none of her fairer traits to come through. You know it’s not really envy you feel, it’s more adoration, and thus the driving force behind why Max’s head is currently resting in your lap as you watch the ending sequence of The Outsiders, your fingers winding idly through her tresses. Every so often, you hear a small, relaxed sigh, and even if she doesn’t end up sharing with you what was bothering her so much this morning, you’re hopeful that she at least feels temporarily better about it.

“I kinda think Emilio Estevez is hot,” you whisper suddenly to Max.

“Are you kidding? Hotter than Matt Dillon?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Hotter than Rob Lowe?!”

You pause. “Welllll…”

Max snickers. “I’m gonna tell Eddie that you’re hot for the complete anti-Eddie in this cast. Seriously.”

Her comment has you reeling overdramatically. “How is Emilio the anti-Eddie? Two-Bit is like THE Eddie in this movie!”

“He wears a Mickey Mouse shirt underneath his leather jacket,” she deadpans.

“Oh. Good point.”

“Yeah, I’m right,” Max mutters smugly.

“Eh, sis, I kinda gotta disagree,” you muse, and Max turns to look up at you. “He’s the oldest, he’s repeated high school like, 3 times, he’s super loyal, and he’s always talking, constantly needing to be the center of attention. How is that anti-Eddie?”

“Sheesh. You’re making your boyfriend sound like a real winner.”

You snort. “Not my boyfriend.”

Max snorts back. “Yeah, right.”

You shake away the swooping feeling that slashes through your belly with the mention of the b word. “We weren’t talking about characters, anyway. We were talking about the actors. Emilio and Eddie are nothing alike.”

“If you say so.”

“Fine. Who do you think is the hottest?”

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And I Need You to Know - Eddie Munson x Mayfield!Fem Reader

There are many ways to cope with grief, and (Y/N) Mayfield is not sure where to start. She finds some solace in writing it all down, but it’s not enough.

Enter The Metalhead of Forest Hills Trailer Park to provide her with exactly what she needs to transform her tumultuous (and scary dark) emotions from paper into something real.

It works. The Elder Mayfield is on her way to healing, and perhaps, feeling something she wasn’t sure she was capable of feeling…

It’s too bad that high school hormones, jealous emotions, and Season Four gets in the fucking way.

PS: I don’t own any of these characters, songs, any of it. Not even close. Nada. Disclaimer done.

Notes: Hey everyone! This is an Eddie fic on AO3 which I love so much and felt the need to share with you all! The original writer and I have been chatting and since she doesn't have a Tumblr that I will be sharing the fic on my own page. Of course I will be giving her credit just below.

Author: The_Unforgivenn

AO3 link: And I Need You To Know

Please make sure you read all the tags below!

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content,Explicit Language,Sexual Tension,Sexual Content,Resolved Sexual Tension,Emotional Hurt/Comfort,Emotional Hurt,Consensual Sex,Dirty Talk,Praise Kink,Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart,Protective Eddie Munson,Eddie Munson Has ADHDE,ddie Munson Has a Crush,Canon-Typical Violence,Canon Related,Oral Sex,Rough Sex,Vaginal Sex,Eddie Munson is a Rock God,Eddie Munson is Soft for Chrissy Cunningham,Inspired by Music,Songwriting,Falling In Love,Idiots in Love,Jealousy,Jealous Eddie Munson,Jealous Gareth,Gareth Can’t Handle It,Eddie Munson has Mad Composing Skills,Based on the Discography of Avenged Sevenfold,Eddie’s Voice is Just Like M. Shadow’s and No One Can Tell Me Otherwise,Avenged Sevenfold Wrote This Fic,My First SmutMy First AO3 Post,My First Fanfic,Minimal use of Y/N,Slow Burn,Kas!Eddie Munson,V,ampire Eddie Munson

Without further ado, And I Need You to Know!

Chapter One: The Elton to My Bernie

You needed help.

It was glaringly obvious even to the casual observer. The events over the last year had changed you, and how could they not? You’d seen death. You’d felt it. You’d smelled it, for Christ’s sake. The acrid stench of decay crept in through your mouth and nostrils just like a poor-man’s version of the Mind Flayer. It seeped into your system and transformed you into the shell of a human, a shitty mirror image that you didn’t even recognize.

You needed help, and not just for you, but for your little sister, Max.

You were forced to be present for her, because your drunken excuse for a mother couldn’t be bothered. Ever since your asshole brother died in the fire, and that even bigger asshole Neil abandoned your family, your mother had spiraled into a dark abyss of self-pity sponsored by whiskey and broken promises.

It didn’t matter what you’re feeling (or, more accurately, what you’re not feeling), that suffocating mask of so-called strength was applied every morning as you awaken to a world that doesn’t give two shits about you, Max, or your situation. You put it on because you had to. You fake the bravery and the composure in favor of a routine and stability for the most important person in your life. At some point, you thought you’d start to feel, too. It just hasn’t happened yet.

Hence, the help.

You watched your potential help spit gravel behind his van as he enthusiastically maneuvered it into the tight turn that led in the trailer park. If you could feel, you’d feel amused. Eddie Munson was a force of nature in your eyes—the man was unapologetically himself, a town-proclaimed and self-promoted freak with enough personality to share with everyone. He reveled in his madness and it made you feel jealous as much as it amused you. If you could feel at the moment, anyway.

He was known to you from your senior year at Hawkins High a year before, that year being his (first) repeat year. Your paths didn’t cross—you were athletic and involved in various sports, and he was decidedly not and involved in making sure it was well-known he was vehemently against all of the conformity of organized anything. Well, except Hellfire. Could you consider that organized, when the man that personified ADHD was at the helm? Probably not. So, it worked.

You were known to him only because you’d become his neighbor two months ago, after the events at Starcourt altered your reality and your life indefinitely. He didn’t know you before. He didn’t know you even as your life began to change the year before, when the pumpkins rotted in the fields and Dustin befriended a fucking monster and Will was a fucking monster.

He didn’t know you before, when you were running circles around the girls in track practice, confidence growing in tandem with your acceptance of the less-than-ideal move from sunny California to dull-ass Indiana.

But it was growing on you. Your teammates were growing on you. Your step-brother, for all of his moody, broody bullshit, was growing on you. You also felt like Max was easing in and finding a place to grow (and maybe people to grow with?), too. It’s not like your life as the Mayfield-Hargroves was fancy by any means, but it was certainly offered better quality than a musty, moth-eaten, mold-infested existence across from the Munsons in the shittiest trailer park that central Indiana had to offer.

Just like those blackened, decaying pumpkins in Merrill’s fields, your growth was halted, and you started to decay just the same from the inside out.

Max had noticed, and it was starting to affect her.

This is why you found yourself sitting atop the covered picnic table, watching Eddie spin his A-Team knockoff into his makeshift parking spot in front of his trailer, whipping gravel behind him as the van rocked on its axel, dust settling around like a sigh of relief as it came to an abrupt stop. Your palms were tacky with sweat as you clutched your composition notebook, resolve threatening to waver as you watched the bushy-haired metalhead exit the driver’s side door. He was like a fucking cat, moving with such strange quickness and grace that didn’t quite fit the mold of his gangly body; he was almost up the steps to his trailer before you had a chance to react and bark out a greeting to your future savior. Hopefully.

“Munson!”

He jolted in shock, both from the harshness of the address and the identity of the addressee. His hand hovered over the latch to the storm door as he warily turned his head toward you, as you continued to stomp towards his trailer.

That tone was unintentionally brash, but here we were. You didn’t really care what your voice sounded like, or how you were perceived these days.

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And I Need You To Know - Eddie Munson x Mayfield!Fem!Reader

This part is 18+ only! Minors DNI!!

What you've all been waiting for

Author: The_Unforgivenn

Ao3 link: And I Need You to Know

Chapter 8: Scream

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it, sis,” Max huffs angrily as she presses her forehead against the rolled up window of your car.

You bite your tongue, knowing that if you continue to push her, she’s going to dig her metaphorical heels deeper into her resolve to keep her mouth shut about whatever it is that has been bothering her this past weekend. Part of you wonders if she’s not upset with you. Typically, your barometer for Max’s temperament is frighteningly accurate, and though she may initially put up a fight, you’re always there as her solace and refuge to weather whatever storm of emotions roll through.

But, you were rather preoccupied by a certain tall, brown-eyed metalhead over the weekend, and admittedly you feel guilty that Max’s well-being largely went unnoticed by you. You weren’t there for her like you usually are, and so as you navigate the roads to Hawkins High, you try your best to take advantage of the close quarters of the vehicle to coax her out of her mood.

“I don’t work at the bank today. I can come pick you up at lunch and we can go take a drive somewhere and just… be. If you want.”

“I’m not going to sacrifice an afternoon of my education to play hooky with you just so you can feel better about practically ignoring me all weekend.”

Ah. So she is upset with you.

Max sighs. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that, not really.”

“It’s okay if you did. I was around Eddie a lot this weekend.”

“Yeah but I’m seriously cool with that,” she assures you. “He seems good for you. You’re…different.”

“I feel different.”

“I wish I did.” She’s blankly staring again at the passing trees, eyes sad and unfocused.

Your tone is gentle. “I wish I knew what’s going on.”

“Well, what if I can’t tell if it’s just stupid 14-year-old hormones or something that actually matters?”

That makes your heart plummet in your chest. “Uh, does having hormones all of a sudden negate the importance of your feelings?”

Max considers this for a moment. “Yes?”

You give her a good natured shove. “The answer is a resounding fuck no, Max.”

A ghost of a smile threatens to twist the corners of her mouth. She sighs heavily as you pull into the parking lot. “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, sometimes.”

You carefully chew on your answer as you spot a familiar brown BMW sedan and pull in to the spot next to it. You put the car in park and exhale a long breath. “I’m so sorry you feel like there’s something wrong with you. I can tell you all day that there isn’t, but I’m sure those words probably seem hollow, even though they are true.” You appreciate Max’s tiny nod before continuing. “No matter what you’re feeling, it’s important, okay? It’s just you and me tonight, and we can go rent some movies from dingus one and two over there,” you toss your head behind you to indicate Steve and Robin in the car. “Or, I’ll listen to whatever you have to say. You don’t have to fight alone, Max.”

Max sniffs and nods curtly. “I just hate this.”

You reach across the console to take her wrist in your hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “I hate it for you.” You’re both quiet for a moment. “Is there anything I can do, right now?”

Max continues to stare ahead. “No,” she sighs. “No. I’ll be fine. But, um, can I pick the movie tonight?”

She meets your gaze as you chuckle. “Yeah, done. Your choice of snacks, too.”

Max tips a half-hearted smile. “Sweet.” Her eyebrows shoot up as her eyes focus behind you. “Uh, sis?” she motions with a flick of her chin. “Are you in trouble with Robin or something?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What?” You turn in your seat quickly to find a one Robin Buckley standing outside your door, face set in a frown, arms crossed across her chest. “Huh,” you say as you sneak a look back at Max. “Apparently, I am.”

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My #1 post of 2022

Afterglow - Joe Quinn x Fem!Reader

This is my first Joe Quinn fic. Please take it easy on me

I just want to say thank you to @icallhimjoey, @ghostinthebackofyourhead, and @mybffjoe for the encouraging words and advice. I love you guys

Based off the song Afterglow by Ed Sheeran

This is an RPF so please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable

Word count: 2k

Joe felt a gentle pressure running along the bridge of his nose in light strokes, the soft touch beginning to wake him up. He let out a tired hum while his eyes started to crack open, vision blurry as they tried to adjust from his heavy slumber. The first thing he saw was your silhouette sitting in front of him as his eyes began to focus, your shape and features getting clearer in just a few seconds before everything sharpened and he was looking at you clearly now.

A lazy, tired smile was placed on Joe’s lips briefly as he took the sight of you in. You were in one of his shirts, hanging off one of your shoulders where he could see your soft skin that he wanted to bite into but was too tired to actually do anything about it just yet. Joe loved you in his clothes. Behind you, the curtains to the window were open, and you were blocking the harsh shine of the sun from his eyes, causing a halo effect to dance off your hair in a way that made his heart nearly leap to his throat and feel as if time had stood still.

You were so goddamn beautiful.

“Good morning,” you greeted warmly, softly, your fingers leaving Joe’s nose to caress his cheek and your thumb now running along his cheekbone.

That seemed to make the world turn once again, bringing Joe out of his daze and he was suddenly not too tired anymore. He turned his head to quickly place a chaste kiss into your palm before he suddenly took hold of your wrist and pulled you to him, making you giggle as you tumbled into his chest while he wrapped an arm around you to bring you closer. Brushing his lips against yours, he mumbled a raspy, sleep-filled “Morning” before capturing your lips in a kiss, humming from the taste of coffee you’d been sipping on moments ago.

“I made you coffee,” you tried to get out, but Joe was making it quite difficult to speak with the way his lips tried to meld themselves to your own while he breathed you in through his nose.

“It can wait,” he breathed out between kisses, pulling you closer to him before he was rolling the two of you over so you were now under him, your head pressed against your pillow. It made a delightfully surprised noise escape you into the kiss, causing Joe’s lips to quirk up in a playful grin while trailing hot kisses down your jaw to your neck.

A content sigh fell from your lips at the feeling, a hand finding its way into Joe’s curly hair and scraping your nails lightly into his scalp. It sent a shiver down his spine and a small groan to leave him and vibrate into your warm skin.

“It’ll get cold.” But you were taking Joe’s face into your hands and bringing his soft lips back to yours and kissing him with just as much love and urgency as he was giving you.

“That’s okay,” Joe assured you, softly nipping at your bottom lip. “You like cold coffee anyway.”

You hummed in agreement, but still tried to insist, “Yeah, but you hate-”

“Just need to kiss you for a little longer.” It was breathy and needy and so damn hot. His hand, the one that wasn’t cupping your neck while his thumb drew back and forth along your jawline, slid down your side before firmly taking a hold of your thigh and hooking it up and around his hip. It gave him room to press his hips deliciously into yours and caused you to moan into the kiss that Joe happily swallowed before he was letting out a huff of hot air against your lips when he did it again.

And you met Joe’s hips every time, starting slow and lazy but becoming more steady and desperate with each roll. “T-This,” you let out a small whine from the friction. “This doesn’t feel like just kissing, Joey.” But you weren’t complaining. Far from it, actually.

“Promise it’s just kissing,” Joe mumbled an assurance into your lips, stilling his hips but keeping them pressed to yours before leaning his head back, away from the kiss to look down at you. His eyes danced along your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and wet lips that had turned a slightly darker shade of pink from the ferocity of your kiss.

Fucking stunning.

Joe let out a whine from his throat when he sighed through his nostrils before diving back in, planting kisses against your lips in shallow, open-mouthed smooches. It made your brain feel fuzzy, giggling from his antics and bringing your hands to his cheeks. You loved the way his stubble scratched against your fingertips, dragging your thumbs along the light scruff. His hand left your thigh and dragged back up your body, tracing along your curves before making its way up to your hair and cradling the back of your head. He pulled away once again, just so he could see your beautiful face.

“I love you so much,” he told you through an exhale, words full of adoration and disbelief. Disbelief at the fact that he called you his and you called him yours. It didn’t matter to Joe how long the two of you had been together, he would never let go of this feeling, holding on tighter to it for as long as you would let him.

With one last, deep kiss, Joe pulled away to roll off the bed before looking for a shirt in the dresser. He didn’t give you a chance to ask where he was going. “M’making breakfast. Your favorite.” Grabbing the coffee you had set down for him on the bedside table, poured into his favorite mug, he took a sip and moaned appreciatively at the taste while leaving the bedroom.

You sat up in bed as you watched Joe leave, feeling flustered from just moments ago. Eyes lingering on the spot where Joe had just been sleeping, you ran your hand along the warm sheets. Music started playing softly from the kitchen, the chords of a familiar song flowing through the spaces of your home. It made you feel as if a blanket were being wrapped around you, or Joe’s arms. You’d accept the ladder more than the former. But he was in the kitchen right now, so the best you could do was lie back down and curl yourself in a blanket that smelled like him with your head resting on his pillow that also had his scent, clouding your senses with Joe.

It was definitely going to be one of those days. You’d confirmed it the moment you’d woken up. Joe was usually the one to wake up before you, but he’d just gotten home from traveling for work and you knew he needed to stay asleep for a little longer than normal while you’d made him his coffee. It was going to be just the two of you today. No phones, no TV, no disturbances. This was a normal occurrence in your relationship, to let yourselves forget about the world and just be wrapped up in each other’s presence, each other’s love.

“Babe!” You hadn’t realized you were falling asleep until Joe was calling for you, making you nearly jump out of your skin from the suddenness. “Come here!”

His tone confused you, mixed with excitement and wonder. After slowing your racing heart, you called back, “What is it?”

“Just get over here!”

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-Spiderverse Preferences-

WARNING: NSFW 🔥🔥

What turns them on?

Peter Parker: Tobey Maguire

Peter loves it when you wear sundresses, he loves when he can see your curves and see the sun shining down on your body when you two go out.

He can't help but imagine pulling your dress up and fucking you senseless, and then pulling it back down like nothing happened.

Especially when you can tell he gets turned on and you decide not to wear underwear. He'll go crazy.

Peter Parker: Andrew Garfield

Peter definitely can't help but get turned on when you wear his clothes. He loves when he comes back to the apartment and see you in one of his T-shirt.

He doesn't know but seeing you wear his clothes reminds him that you are his. He loves to pick you up and put you on the counter, grabbing your ass as he kisses you.

Sometimes he'll hide your clothes just so you can wear his. Every time you wear his clothes it always leads to sex.

Peter Parker: Tom Holland

Peter gets turned on when you have your hair down, he doesn't know why but he loves it when you keep it down.

You always have your hair up and so when you have it down, Peter just imagines grabbing it tightly as he fucks you.

Or when you have your hair down, he combing his fingers through your hair and saying nothing but sweet praises as he fucks you.

Norman Osborn: Willem Dafoe

Norman gets turned on by watching you dance, when you think your by yourself and you dance like crazy is what makes Norman go crazy.

He loves seeing your body move and doesn't hate to see your curves and boobs move up and down.

It makes him imagine what he would do to you in the bedroom, though he wouldn't mind ripping your clothes right there and pounding into you without a second thought.

And he has.

Otto Octavius: Alfred Molina

Otto gets turned on when your a tease. Obviously Otto's work is very important to him, so it's hard to get him to take a break.

So it'll usually start by kissing his neck, then escalating it to sitting on his lap, and if you really wanted his attention and he was alone in the lab you would come in topless.

It gets him riled up when he sees you desperate for him, and he won't complain when he takes you into his arms and puts you a table for a little break.

Which usually involves lots of moans and screams.

Max Dillon: Jamie Foxx

Max can't help but get turned on when he sees you assertive. When someone says the wrong thing or does something rude, you coming in and defending you and Max makes him throb.

He loves having a strong woman being in charge, letting him know that he doesn't need to fight your battles, you can fight them on your own.

.After you finish turning into someone's worst nightmare Max immediately kisses you hard, he'll hold you tight and whisper "I'll definitely reward you for that later."

And he keeps his word.

Flint Marko: Thomas Haden Church

Flint gets turned on by you singing, he loves when you are with his daughter and you'll sing her a lullaby.

Just seeing you with his daughter makes him imagine having more kids. He wouldn't mind having your belly full and with his kid.

After playing with Penny and taking her home, he'll talk about how beautiful you would look pregnant and definitely would go on a breeding kink with you.

You would definitely feel something in the morning.

Eddie Brock & Venom: Tom Hardy

Eddie gets turned on when you give him a massage. He loves when your hands roam around his body and touch him in all the right places.

Venom gets turned on by praise so when you massage Eddie and tell Venom how he's a sexy hero, they go crazy.

They'll pin you down on the couch and won't stop fucking you until the sun comes up. Leaving you in a messy state and cream all over your thighs.

Hope you liked this! If you want to give me prompts or suggestions for another preference or one shot let me know! I do Marvel, Star Wars, Doctor Who, and Harry Potter! ✨✨

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doopdevil · 2 years

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I have to say this how would Otto react to reader having Venom (the character) with her/him/them?

sinister 5 villains x g.n.!reader | s/o with venom symbiote hcs

MASTERLIST

warnings: cursing ; venom eating people

pairings: otto octavius x gender neutral!reader ; max dillon x gender neutral!reader ; norman osborn x gender neutral!reader

word count: 1,376

summary: it’s time to let the man you love know about another person in your relationship. Or rather, alien.

a/n: venom is an icon. i forgot to add them to my masterlist but i do accept rqs for venom and eddie, so when rqs open again, feel free to send one in! I hope you like this, thanks for reading! <3

OTTO

As much as he loved you, Otto had to admit that your behavior at the beginning of your relationship strook him as peculiar. At first he thought you were just one of those people who talks to themselves. But then it would seem you were referring to some invisible presence in the room.

“Don’t say that. You know I don’t like it when you eat people!”

To say he was worried was an understatement.

“Dear? Who are you talking to?”

“Uh,” you mumbled, “I’m using bluetooth! Yeah!”

“Why the hell are you talking to a cannibal?”

Once you and Otto had established a strong foundation of trust between each other, you decided it was time to tell him the truth. Of course, there was no easy way of telling your boyfriend you had bonded with an extraterrestrial symbiotic organism that likes tater tots.

“Otto. You know how like, aliens are a thing?”

“Ah yes, Peter’s mentioned several invasions. Why?”

“...There’s someone you should meet.”

Before he could inquire upon your strange behavior, hell broke loose.

“Hello, Y/N’s boyfriend,” a deep voice growled, coming from an obsidian ooze forming from your shoulder.

“WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS THAT-” The man jumped, his metal tentacles on high alert, whirring protectively at the sight.

“Otto, it’s alright. This is Venom. Venom, please stop baring your teeth like that, you’re scaring him.”

“Sorry. I was trying to smile.”

It was a pretty big adjustment to say the least. The shock took a while to wear off, considering that learning about your s/o’s alien symbiotic relationship can be a tad absurd. Once he had managed to compose himself, he certainly had a lot of questions.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to freak you out, I really like being with you, Otto. I just feel comfortable sharing this part of me with you now. I’m sorry, I know this is a lot to handle,” you frowned, averting your gaze from him.

“Well, I definitely didn’t anticipate this,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “How does this relationship between you two work, exactly?”

You continued to explain how you and Venom operated, giving him the gist on the Klyntar; other people with symbiotes; your powers; Venom himself, and the important note that you two work together equally.

“So I’m in a relationship with you and your alien?”

“Only if you want to be! Venom likes you a lot, actually.”

The two of you had talked for hours, Otto’s confusion eventually evolving into intrigue. His scientific side had been incredibly excited at the prospect of meeting life from space, especially one as unique as Venom.

“How would you like to talk with Venom for a bit?”

“As if this situation could get any stranger. Sure, where is the parasite?”

“That’s incredibly offensive!” Venom snarled.

“V! Don’t be mean, he didn’t know!”

“Uh. Apologies - Venom, is it?”

“Yes. We are Venom.”

“It’s… nice to meet you,” Otto said, hesitantly reaching his hand out to shake. Suddenly a dark slimy arm formed from yours, grasping his hand tightly.

“Thank you for your hand,” Venom replied, “...But why are you giving it to me?”

At first, things were turbulent between the two. Frequently, Otto would find himself annoyed by the alien’s brash nature.

“Venom, please don’t be so messy when you’re here. You’re destroying the carpet.”

“I’M JUST TRYING TO EAT, TENTACLE MAN-”

Despite their differences they eventually grew close, Otto joining you in teaching him about human life. He had to admit, living with an alien could be amusing. And Venom in return would answer all of Otto’s scientific questions; even begrudgingly letting him analyze a sample of him. With time, the three of you became quite the trio, Otto learning to love Venom as much as you did.

“I made us dinner,” Venom boomed. To your surprise, it looked edible. One could actually consider what laid on the table to be food.

“Venom, this is wonderful!” You grinned, taking a seat in front of Otto.

Otto couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. Venom more and more began to show Otto his caring side, and he truly appreciated the fun Venom would bring.

MAX

You had luckily told Max before you started dating, back when you were close friends. The only people you’d tell about Venom were those you trusted the most, and Max was quickly ascending to the top of the list. He met you at your apartment when you broke the news to him.

“Max. I’m bonded with an alien symbiote named Venom. I’m his host. I turn into him and sometimes we fight crime and sometimes we cause it. He’s very big and scary but also kind of sweet.” you rambled on, anxious to see his reaction.

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not a joke!” The symbiote shouted, suddenly defensive.

“OH.” Max replied simply, eyes widening at your form slowly transforming into Venom.

“...Wow. You’re big, huh?” His eyes were still wide, his voice stuttering, taking in the imposing creature.

“Yes. We are quite tall.”

“And you’re an alien?” Max asked, Venom replying with a nod.

“Holy shit!” He laughed, “This is awesome!”

Max assured you that he’d keep Venom a secret. All in all, it didn’t seem that crazy. The multiverse existed. Magic was a thing. He had electric powers. Who’s to say you couldn’t bond with an alien?

Before you started dating, Venom would be your number 1 wingman.

“Get Max red velvet cupcakes. I think they’re his favorite.”

“Max is really cool. We, are really cool. We’re perfect for each other!” Venom proclaimed proudly.

After you and Max shared a particularly electric first kiss, before you could give him another, you were interrupted.

“Wow Max! You are an excellent kisser!” Venom shouted.

“VENOM-”

Venom and Max got along incredibly well. He would warm up to Venom quickly, asking him questions and gushing over how cool he was. Venom absolutely loved the attention.

“At least Max appreciates me!”

“I do appreciate you, Venom. But I can’t be your personal chef right now.”

“Is everything okay?” Max asked, popping his head into the room.

“Venom’s hangry.”

“Oh. I’ll go put some tater tots in the oven.”

If anyone is ever rude to Max, just like how people could be before he turned into Electro, both you and Venom are livid.

“I know I say not to eat people. But maybe you should eat that asshole!” You snapped angrily.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Venom grinned, pouncing towards his next meal.

You, Max, and Venom were attached to the hip. With his electricity and your alien symbiote, you’re unstoppable.

NORMAN

Norman isn’t one to judge. He has an evil alter ego with super strength and murderous tendencies. It seemed he wasn’t the only one with another voice inside his head. Of course he was a bit shocked, but in truth, he was mostly excited. He was meeting an alien!

“Incredible. The alien can speak! How did it come to Earth? What does he eat? Is he-”

“The alien can hear you,” Venom interrupted, his ooze masking your figure.

“Hello, there. You’re quite something, aren’t you?” Norman chuckled, despite being more than a bit intimidated by Venom's form.

“...Y/N said you’d pester me.” Venom sighed.

If you ever encounter conflict with Venom, Norman is quick to sympathize. He knows how hard it can be, trying to balance two entirely different trains of thought.

“Venom. Y/N is right. Please don’t eat the mailman,” Norman pleaded. “In fact, eat the chicken in the fridge instead. Once you’re done, could you give Y/N a break? They’re quite tired.”

“Fine.”

Although he knows not to anger Venom, the goblin doesn’t necessarily understand that. Sometimes the two will clash and inevitably, chaos will ensue.

“We could rule the world together, Venom. You, me and Y/N can do anything with our minds put together!” The goblin cackled.

“I’M TRYING TO LISTEN TO ENYA. LEAVE NOW, GOBLIN MAN,” Venom roared, his patience wearing thin with the super-villain.

But he tolerates Norman. Venom is a bit annoyed by his constant scientific questions and prodding, but he appreciates Norman’s quiet demeanor.

“Venom, may I take another sample? Please-”

“No.”

“Please?”

“If Y/N weren’t here, I definitely would’ve eaten you by now.

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dainty-fingertips · 1 year

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OMG I’d love to see how it’s like to date Max/Electro before the accident 👀

Smokey you and I are on the same wavelength

(YES I USED YOUR GIF HEHEHEHEHE)

dating Max Dillon hcs! GN!reader

Max Dillon my sweetheart

My baby

All he wants is to go back to school and move away from the city with you

Settle down somewhere and start a family

He tells you of his hopes for the future a lot, actually

You two will be in his apartment, on the couch with your head in his lap, listening to his low voice soothe you with his wit and honesty

Honesty about how he loves you, mostly, but also about how he wishes to do more with his mechanical engineering degree

Sometimes he complains about how Connors puts all the engineering work on him and that he doesn’t want that kind of load

The only thing you can think to do is hold his hand and remind him he’s the most qualified for the job

Well, you say a little more than that

It turns into you feeding his ego for half an hour with a smile on your face

You don’t let him speak until you’re done, so shut it

He gives up trying to interrupt you after a while and just stares down at you with an embarrassed smile

He squeezes your hand and you pull it away, only to cup his cheek and meet him in the middle for a soft kiss

“How’d I manage to get this kind of luck?” He mumbles, sighing.

“It’s not luck, Max. You work hard for the life you live.”

“No, not that kind of luck.”

He draws his thumb down your cheek and his eyes flicker to your lips.

“This kind.”

ok you two get on with it

CORNYYY CORNY BOOOOO👎👎👎

his love language is quality time!!

He takes you out with him when he has to run errands or go grocery shopping

If you have the time, come bring him lunch at the ESU lab and eat with him! He doesn’t often get to go out and he has to bring lunch from home

Even if you don’t bring him anything, just try to come see him on your break.

Curt and Martha absolutely love you btw

Like totally off topic but they will chat you up every time you come in like they have definitely invited you out to company dinner before

It’s mostly because they never see Max as relaxed as he is when you come to see him

Reminds them of their younger days

Sometimes Curt and Max talk about Max’s desire to,,,,,..,….

marry you

And when Curt heard it for the first time he was SO EXCITED

He defo sees Max as a very close friend and having Max confide in him about something as special as that makes him so happy

He definitely teams up with Martha too to try and help him scheme

Maybe someday it’ll get to happen!

Someday…

#tssm sinister six #tssm electro x reader #tssm electro #tssm max dillon #max dillon x reader #max dillon #electro x reader #marvel x reader #the spectacular spider man #spiderman x reader

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eykismyfav · 2 years

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AU where all the NWH Villains share an Apartment

Requested: Yes! @lorddaviddirry-moir

Genre: Fluff maybe a little bit of angst at the end but not a lot

Warnings: swearing I guess

Pairing: NWH Villains x Reader (Platonic)

Characters: Otto Octavius, Norman Osborn, Max Dillon, Flint Marko, Curtis Connors

Authors note: This is really just for shits and giggles. This is as chaotic as you think it is going to be. My requests are open so don’t hesitate to make requests.

Major No Way Home Spoilers Below Keep Reading

Marvel Preference Masterlist

You are a “friend” Peter Parker and Dr. Strange having helped them fight against Thanos being an Ex-Avenger.

So after the fight at the statue of liberty you were not shocked that you got a call asking if you could help with the villains until Strange could get them home.

Peter quickly clarified that he had cured all the villains so they were alright now.

You say yes to taking them in for the time being knowing that you were just going to have to take one for the team since you were the only who could financially support and house 5 extra people at the moment.

You show up to pick them up and only then do you realize what you actually agreed to.

You get home with your 5 new roommates and very quickly set some ground rules.

No exploding things (Mostly directed at Osborn)

No fucking with the electric bill (Obviously directed at Max who technically still had his ability.)

Don’t get sand everywhere. (this rule actually came about later Marko was in his human form but sand just kept appearing which you didn’t actually blame him for since he seemed equally if not more annoyed by the sand that you were.)

And for the love of God please be aware of your surroundings. (THis one is directed at Otto but you know he is genuinely trying his best and he hasn’t broken anything yet so that became more of an everyone rule over time.)

The men followed the rules and were actually very kind and stayed out of the way for the most part.

The first night they were at your house was definitely the worst.

You demanded that they all shower while you run to the store and get them clothes because they all smell horrendous after their fight.

Then came the issue of feeding all of them which you quickly resolved by ordering pizza.

Once they got comfortable enough that is when things started to go down hill.

You get home from work one day to find your house is a complete mess and something that looks like it is about to explode sitting in the counter.

“Boys!” Your shout quickly draws out 4 guilty looking men and Otto who looks angry.

“I told them not to Y/N I really did, but did they listen of course not why would they. No one ever listens to me.” Otto starts to rant but you quickly put your hand up to stop him.

Taking a deep breathe you look up. “I am not mad I just want to know what happened?” You ask the room rather calmly

“Umm well we notice you seemed over worked and well...” Marko starts

“And well maybe we can help out here since you know we can’t really leave or get jobs...” Max takes over his words causing you to nod.

“As you know we are scientist so we thought since eventually we are gonna have to go back to our universes we could maybe make you something to remember us by.” Connors elaborated.

Norman points to the object sitting on the counter. “You didn’t have all the materials we needed on hand so that was the best we could do and well it may have exploded just a little bit.”

“huh... Okay well you boys are going to have to clean up the mess you made...” The all looked down at their feet clearly feeling bad, “But I do appreciate the thought it was very kind of you.” With that you gave them all a light kiss on the cheek.

“Oh and one more thing... I know you are scientist all you had to do was ask me I have a full lab in the basement. So next time don’t take apart the vacuum cleaner.” You smirk at the dumbfounded looks on all of their faces at your comment.

You spent many night comforting Osborn and Octavius after they had nightmares about what they had done when they were not in control.

Otto and you had tea together regularly and he told you stories about his wife.

You spent a lot of time talking to Max about self-worth and explaining to him that he was in fact not a nobody .

Marko told you all about his daughter and how excited he was to see her again.

And for Connors you made a couple calls and the Wakandans hooked you up with a new prosthetic arm for him.

After about 6 months you finally get the call from Strange it was time for them to go home.

You were honestly surprised just how sad that made you.

You collect the 5 of them and tell them but they are hesitant to leave they had all grown rather fond of you over the 6 months you had taken them in.

“Actually this is perfect timing we have something for you!” Otto exclaims taking your hand in his and pulling you down the stairs.

In front of you sits a sphere that looked similar to Osborns bombs. Norman nudges your shoulder slightly.

“Press the button.” He whispers slightly.

So you do press the button and jump slightly when the sphere opens revealing a robot with similar tentacles to Otto. Electricity zapped between two of the tentacles like Max’s old ability and a picture is projected from one of the other tentacles. The picture was of the 6 of you hugging taken by one of Otto’s extra limbs.

“To remember us by...” All five whisper together tears welling in all of your eyes.

“Thank you.” You whisper pulling them all in for a hug.

Tags: @simsiddy @happypixy380

#otto octavius x reader #norman osborn x reader #max dillon x reader #Curtis Connors x reader #flint marko x reader #marvel preferences

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shangchiswife · 2 years

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nwh villains and peter parker living with you and doing different things with you (1)

summary: in general just a couple of different scenarios lol

also this includes the tom holland peter parker!

nwh villains and peter parker x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, sexual innuendos

word count: 934

inspired by @mobiusismyfav and this entire concept

....

Introducing them to Taylor Swift

Y/N: *starts playing blank space*

Everyone else: *confused*

Peter: *rushes over to the other room where you are and starts singing along with Y/N*

Otto: Good lord what is this?

Norman: *is still confused and just drinks his water*

Max: Hey I know this song, Taylor Swift right?

Y/N: YES MAX!

Curt: I thought she only wrote songs about her ex-boyfriends?

Y/N and Peter: *have offended looks on their faces and then start beating him up with pillows*

Curt: STOP!

Peter: Have you heard any song from folklore you jerk?

Curt: I BEG YOU TO STOP OR I WILL TURN YOU BOTH INTO LIZARDS

You: Yeah, she's in love now she's been with her boyfriend for five years! And your plan to turn people into lizards failed.

Curt: I was in jail how am I supposed to know what goes on with a pop singer while I'm in jail

Y/N: It's Taylor Swift you have to know

Otto and Norman: *scared in the corner*

Y/N: Peter turn on the Blank Space music video. You know what let's watch all of the music videos starting off with Our Song and then we'll build our way up to Willow

Peter: Aye aye captain *is a proud boy and then cues up Our Song*

Time skip and you finish all the music videos

Everyone: completely shook by Taylor Swift's presence

Otto: She's a very talented songwriter and lyricist and I think you see that especially in cardigan and willow. And I think her song Blank Space is used in a satirical and brilliant way and shows how this is how the public portrays her.

You and Peter: *extremely happy and run up to him and hug him*

Max: That's crazy, the last song I heard from her was Shake it Off and she came up with those songs. And she's been with her boyfriend for five years...good for her.

Cue you and Peter's happy faces again.

Curt: Hmm I guess she doesn't write all her songs about her exes *returns to his book*

Y/N and Peter: *give him suspicious looks*

Max: You know MJ kinda looks like that girl in the Bad Blood music video

Peter: *little cheeky bastard moment* I know right

Norman: Her cardigan looks comfortable

Y/N: Funny you should say that because not to brag but I have one of those

Peter: *grumpy because all the cardigans sold out when he wanted to get them* I think you are bragging Y/N

Norman: Can I borrow it some time I like the stars on it

Y/N: Of course!

Flint: *sobbing in the corner of the room* That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. We just watched her grow up right in front of our eyes.

....

Halloween

Y/N: is everyone ready? wait where's Curt?

Norman: *clearly disgusted by his own costume* he's getting his absurd dinosaur costume finalized

Y/N: what's wrong?

Norman: did I really have to be the Joker?

Y/N: *fixing his makeup a little* yes it fits you so well!

Norman: gee thanks

Y/N: you look hot stop complaining

Norman: i always look hot

Y/N: shut up old man only i get to say it so quick being narcissistic

Norman: oh you want to play games, hm? we'll see how old i am when i get into your bed

Otto: *very annoyed* quit it you two! and i agree with Norman...not about the hot part

Norman: *raises his eyebrows* liar

Otto: look point is why did you choose our costumes because Ursula would be the last person I'd dress up as for a holiday

Y/N: because you have the tentacles and she has tentacles and you both are good at singing

Otto: *mumbling* well if you're going to flatter me then that takes away my anger

Y/N: *kisses his cheek*

Max: hey look at me I'm Thor look at my muscles *shows up the costume he got from walmart*

Y/N: *snaps a photo of him*

Max: I hope you made me look good

Y/N: you're Thor of course you're going to look good and you're hot in general so

Max: *all smiley*

Flint: *is very unhappy and comes in the room all stiff* I liked this costume but it's very tight

Everyone else: *starts laughing*

Flint: what's so funny?

Otto: nothing you're a good looking spongebob

Curt: *stumbles in the room wearing a huge ass dinosaur outfit*

Everyone else: what the fuck

Max: there is no way I'm going out to trick or treat with a grown man dressed like a dinosaur

Everyone else: *agreeing*

Curt: your loss I think I look great

....

Peter needs help with his homework

Everyone: *watching tv in the living room*

Peter: hey guys I had a quick question on this one biology thing-

Everyone: *drops everything and takes his body and goes to his room to help him out*

Otto: so what did you need help on?

Peter: *sort of giddy because everyone dropped everything to help him*

Curt: go on there's no reason to be embarrassed we're all scientists or are equipped with science we can help you out

Everyone: *nods*

Flint: I'm not!

Norman: well then you can go back down and watch twilight with Y/N

Flint: i'll pass, i'm sick of all that vampire sexual tension

Max: true

Peter: anyways i just needed someone to just explain the process of transcription and translation-

Everyone: *gets into a huge argument because they want to help him*

Peter: *tries to speak up* guys!

Flint: this is so dumb you all are such nerds

Max: i'll help you out, Peter!

Otto: no me!

Norman: no me!

Y/N: *comes in the room* what the fuck is going on?

Everyone: *stops arguing*

Peter: i wanted someone to explain transcription and translation to me and they got in this big fight

Y/N: well then since you all got into a huge fight i'll be the one to explain it

Norman: but that isn't fair!

Y/N: shut up or i'll take you to jail

Y/N: *explains it to Peter*

Peter: *all happy* okay thank you!

Y/N: c'mon everyone let's go back down and watch twilight!

Everyone: *groans*

Max: *secretly happy*

#spiderman no way home x reader #nwh villains #avengers x reader #peter parker x reader #curt connors x reader #otto octavius x reader #doc ock x reader #max dillon x reader #norman osborn x reader

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warnings: nwh spoilers

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requested by anonymous

You were in one place and the next in mere seconds, almost dizzy when you reappeared in a musty dark cell with some kind of magical barrier preventing your escape. “Oh, come on, I didn’t even do anything wrong.” You sighed and stepped forward, looking out to see both familiar and unfamiliar villains. “Look who we have here, and where are you from, sweetheart?” One of the men stepped forward in his own cell and you recognized him immediately.

“Yours.” You plainly answered. “But you’ve already been dead for like, ten years, man.” You really were looking at a ghost. You just barely recognized him from old pictures, somehow he’d transformed into a new him, but still a little sinister.

“Yeah, we were all brought here moments before our deaths.” Max told you and you nodded, wishing that you could get the hell out of this creepy place with these scary foes. “But I’m glad you’re here now, ‘cuz I might just have something to live for.” He winked and you backed away from the doorway. “So, how do you know Spider-Man?”

“He’s my best friend…met him a while after you shorted out.” You explained as the other’s eavesdropped.

“Yeah? How’s he doing these days?” Max tried to start some small talk to keep you with him.

“You don’t need to know.”

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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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Hey hey heyyyy!! Here was the fluff fic i mentioned in this post that was supposed to be short but guesss what? its 3.4k words/8 pages long! 😃 istfg jaghshs anyways..enjoy!!

Doc Green..Ock??

Warnings: few cusses, grammar, use of "dude" once but mostly gender neutral, no use of y/n..i think

Pairings: Sinister Five x gn!reader(platonic); Octogoblin x gn!reader(implied romantic but can also be close platonic)

Summary: A small spark of creativity could make a flame of..interesting events..

Special thanks to @aviary-co for the GIF 🥰

You were tinkering away at the built-in lab in your house, having a close relationship with Tony Stark has really many pros than cons and this being one of them.

The house that you are currently living in alongside the former 'sinister five' is included in that list. It's a very nice, simple modern two-story house that was able to accommodate 5-6 people. It is fenced and has both front and backyard, patches of grasses and bushes placed neatly and accordingly. (the design and layout of the house and lot is up to your imagination)

Now, back to you tinkering. You were happily making some little adjustments to Peter's suit. The boy trusted you enough to allow you to add a few modifications. Though you wouldn't call yourself some kind of mechanic, or any of that but you were knowledgeable enough that you could probably make an animatronic come to life. (the modification is up to you since i could not come up with anything at the moment 😁)

While adding a few touch ups on the suit, your eyes glanced at the goggles sitting at the table on your right. It was Norman's green goblin goggles that you decided to keep. The man was insistent on throwing it away, and you couldn't blame him for doing so, but you don't want to waste such a fine accessory! Let's just say you're something of a collector yourself. You also changed a little bit of its design, giving it steampunk vibes, just so the former villain could rest easy. And it worked!

You gently put down Peter's spiderman suit and pushed yourself away from the table you were working on, letting your swivel chair roll against the floor and bring you to the table where the eye accessory sat. Taking it from the table, you bring it close to your face. The memory of making a model and 3d printing the added design on the goggles made you smile. Norman's reaction seeing it made you smile wider, he said it didn't even dawn at him that it was the goggles he used to use, his face contorting from amusement to what you can think was wonder..although you weren't sure at that part since you were rambling off about resting your case on keeping the accessory.

You chuckle as the memory keeps playing in your head, leaning back to your chair and bringing the goggles with you as you prop your feet up on the table where the goggles were previously placed. Otto's face was also of amusement as his eyes kept switching back and forth from you and the goggles, at least that's what you remembered seeing while being a rambling mess in front of the two scientists.

Speaking of..

You wonder where they are, you stopped replaying the memory as you try to remember what happened before you decide to hyperfixate on the kid's suit.

It took you a minute, maybe more, to realize that they were all in the living room. Doing whatever men do when they're not busy. You could probably guess Norman is probably in the kitchen preparing dinner with Otto helping him, Max probably playing video games, while Flint and Curtis..maybe playing chess? You've seen them play chess against each other from time to time so the idea is not impossible.

Or you know, you could've just got up from your chair and see what they were doing but no. You're still on the chair..because an idea was sparking in your brain. It was a very random, yet mischievous and maybe inching towards the "stupid" side, idea that it made you take your feet off the table and sit up.

What if you take off the recently added designs on the goggles, it was detachable, and wear it WITH Otto's coat..?

The thought makes you all giddy and grin mischievously, wondering what the two's reactions will be. And without further ado you carefully detached the gold-painted designs, flee your lab and go to Otto's room.

You did not waste any second as you quite literally sprinted to the stairs and up to Otto's room while putting on the goggles on your head. You heard them call out to you and you replied with a quick, "Everything's fine, it's just...IDEA!!!!" This situation, you being all giddy and excited and stuff and running around, may or may have not happened quite a few times before that they have decided to leave you to your own devices when it occurs.

You reached Otto's door and swiftly opened it, you took a second to scan the room if it was empty or were you disrupting something, finding nothing you also decided to glance at the stairs to see if any of your..targets.. followed you. Relieved on seeing none you entered the room and quietly shut the door.

Otto's room was as simple and neat as the man himself. Everything was well-organised and not a speck of anything out of place in the room. You have admired the way he had made himself at home countless times before as this wasn't the first you entered his quarters and it just makes you..maybe a little warm inside. Seeing the physical resemblance of his comfort, which took awhile but you couldn't blame the man, brings a little joy to you.

FOCUS.

Oh right. The idea. Nearly throwing yourself to the closet as you sprinted across the room, you hastily opened it. You did a small double-take at your actions though, checking if you did not accidentally rip the closet door from its hinges. Seeing as you did not, you carefully dug through the clothes the doctor had bought for himself a month ago, trying to find the coat he wore when he first arrived in this universe as quickly as you could.

Where the hell- OH.

You quickly snatched the piece of clothing and swiftly put the coat on. The smell that just screams Otto Octavios, along with the warmth the coat is giving, drowns your senses. It's just so comfortable and-and–

FOCUS.

Right. Right. RIGHT. Focus! You then hold the lenses of the goggles that were sitting on top of your head and you bring it down to your eyes. Adjusting it a little making sure it was sitting comfortably on your face while trying to find a mirror. Once you catch your reflection you can't help but laugh. Otto's coat was so fucking big on your frame that it almost made you look like a small child wearing an adult's clothing. The shoulder part was hanging off your shoulder, the sleeves are big and long that your hands are nowhere to be seen, and the coat has pooled on your feet, giving a little bit of cloak vibes to you.

You rolled up the sleeves a little just so you could at least see your hand, patting the coat and off you go.

You opened the door and peeked to the hallway, seeing the coast was clear you closed the door behind you and walked to the stairs. You took a small breath in and out and prepped yourself, quickly making an impromptu introduction in your head as you made your way down.

You halted before your feet could be seen and peeked from the small railings of the handle of the stairs, the lively living room clear from your spot. They were all talking amongst themselves and you guessed right about where each of them would be, your targets busy, the other two also busy..wait where's Max?

"The hell are yo-"

Your brain ran billion miles per hour as you connected the dots and was able to quietly shush Max, possibly flailing your arms with the long sleeves of the coat looking like you had amputated your arms in the air while silently shushing the man. The electricity wielding human was able to shut himself up on time that he didn't gain any attention from the people on the other side of the room.

"Just gooo and act like you didn't see me!"

You yelled in a whispering manner while shooing him away. He looked like he was about to ask something but you quickly shut him down with a look. He obeyed but with a disbelieving laugh and shaking his head, walking back to the couch he was sitting on previously. Flint and Curtis asked him why he was laughing but he kept silent and shrugged. Although Max was eyeing you as he continued playing.

That was fucking clooose.

With a last huff of determination and a small smirk of mischief, you finally made yourself known.

You let out the evilest cackle you could make and stomped your unmatched socked feet on the stairs, "Can the Sinister Five come out and plaaay?" you spoke loudly and may have made your voice sound like you have gone insane, maybe singing Beetlejuice's part in the musical is paying off a little at this moment. Your expression, of course, you did not forget. A wicked grin and scrunched brows were plastered on your face, resembling a manic person's expression as you turned towards your audience.

Max was trying not to laugh, Flint was confused, Curtis was amused at the performace while your targets, Otto and Norman, had little smiles on their faces but still confused about the situation.

Oh come on! I'm supposed to be fucking scary.

You whined in your head, their reaction annoying you a little. Although you did look a little ridiculous with the large coat and goggles and all. You didn't hide your annoyance though, you used it to continue and fuel your performance, "Oh, is this amusing you?" You sneered with a smooth tilt of your head, dropping the grin and replacing it with a deep frown.

"We don't..talk like that, dear.." Otto's small pause was clearly an indication that he was trying not to laugh at the performance you were freely giving. "We could-" Norman's thought was cut off as the lights flickered.

Max's joyous expression dropped into something serious at the flicker, the former sandman and lizard glancing at him accusingly made him yell, "what?! Just because I can control electricity y'all can look at me like that."

While all of them bickered you laughed, evil-ly, cutting their conversation. "You're all reeeaally underestimating me..aren't you?" You tilted your head to the other side while you prolonged the word, your wicked grin back to your face.

The lights continue to flicker, their expression now is much more serious than before, thinking that this is an actual foe and not the friend they have all known and began to love, moreso for the two scientists in the adjacent kitchen about the latter.

Max was confused though, he just talked to you not long ago before you started this whole thing. Actually, everyone is confused. They all had just spoken to you, even if briefly, and they are met with this….?

The expressions they're wearing satisfied you that you stopped messing with lights and started to laugh, genuinely and hysterically, not the evil one. You were bent over while clutching your stomach, laughing loudly, "Your faces!! HA!" You wheeze as you take off the goggles to wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes.

The previous tension that slowly filled the room dissipates into small chuckles as the group collectively relaxes. "This kid..I swear.." You heard Curtis mumble loud enough for the other people in the room to hear, making you double your laughter to the point that you were laying down on the cold floor.

"I- hehAHA- I- " wheeze "- I got you though!!" You snicker as you try to tone down your laughing but instead you laugh harder.

"That you did, you little minx. That you did.." Norman says with a little sigh. You could hear his feigned disappointment and a little bit of sarcasm through your laughing, "Though Otto's previous remark stands true. We don't talk like that, honey.."

You have finally calmed yourself down and are now only a giggling mess on the ground. "Yeah, yeah, suuure.." Chortling in between sentences as you sit up, crossing your legs as you look up to them from your spot. Max has his hand on his face while chuckling to himself, rubs his face before resuming his game, Flint and Curtis have also gone back to playing their chess, and Norman and Otto had delighted smirks etched on their face as one has leaned on the counter with both hands and the latter has his arms crossed on his chest while looking at you, his mechanical appendages floating behind him and chittering amongst themselves. Maybe they held a little bit of pride in their eyes but it was mostly joy and amusement.

You smirk as you twirl the goggles on your hands, having to roll up the sleeves of the giant man's coat beforehand, "So..I had a little thought.." you started but before you could continue you hear Flint humorously grumble, "here we go again.." earning small chuckles from the men in the room and a small laugh from you. "It's not like what you saw before noo! no, no.. it's just a thought really…just a thought." You reassure them with an eased grin and small flick of your other hand, "What would've been my villain name with this get up? I was thinking…Doc..Green..Ock…?? Wait- wait no that-"

All of the scientists look at you in bewilderment, "Doc Green Ock- what???" the perplexed Dr. Connors looks at your direction, now distracted from his game.

The dark skinned villain on the other chair not far from him was laughing hysterically, unable to pause his game making him lose, "Aww, damn it!!"

Flint rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, leaning back to his chair, "It's not like you did not name yourself just "Lizard" before, Connors.." "This is a completely different case!!"

"- jUst - wait. Wait let me come up with something better-" You try to control the humiliating situation that you're in, standing up and walking closer to the group as you try to think of a much better name, but before you could you accidentally slipped on the ridiculously large coat you were wearing. "Oh fu-" You swear you saw your life flash before your eyes. You braced yourself for the impact,

"Woah-" "Hey!" "Dude!" You heard multiple of them cry out to you-

But someone..or something wrapped itself around your figure and caught you before you landed harshly on the ground.

"Careful!" But Otto's voice boomed louder than the rest of them, worryingly, as his top right actuator that had curled itself around your frame gently lifted you and put you back on your feet. Small relieved sighs fill the room. You shyly glanced at them, Norman had left his previous place and is now on the door of the kitchen and Otto now had his human arms on his sides. You pat the mechanical limb, like a small thank you to the both of them, "Sorry, sorry, but as I was saying- how about Doc Goblin!!" You proudly stated as the actuator slowly unraveled from your body, its claws softly snapping at you as if giving you a gentle scolding, you sheepishly grinned at the AI and at the people in the room as you wore the goggles again, "Ehhh?"

"Hmm..not bad…" Flint comments while swiftly changing some of the pieces on the chessboard, grabbing the chance to cheat while his foe was distracted. Said foe is looking at you incredulously while glancing at the former villains that are currently being ridiculed by their significant other, whose faces are nothing but pure adoration but also baffledness.

Max saw what Flint did and was about to snitch when the former sandman gave him a 'don't you dare look'. In which the electric charged fella retaliated with something of a 'not my fault you kept on losing, idiot' look before rolling his eyes and going back to playing.

Of course you saw that too but you decided to say nothing, "See! Flint agrees!! Doc Goblin.." you say in wonder.

"It certainly has a nice ring to it." When Otto gave his comment, the blonde scientist gave a 'meh' look and turned to Flint, who was acting as cool and collected as he could with his pointer finger rubbing his chin in thought while his eyes were trained on the board. It only took Curtis a second before giving a low and dangerous, "You changed it didn't you?" "What are you talking about?" was Flint's "confused" reply.

Otto rolled his eyes at the two bickering, slowly arguing, men then looked at you, who's prideful grin did not falter. He glances at the blue-eyed scientist, who is now approaching you, soft expression ever present on his face, "I thought you redesigned it..?" Norman asks curiously as he reaches out to touch the rim of the goggles, you saw a little flash of grief in his eyes but it was gone not long after.

"It was detachable. I wanted to preserve its old design- it has a good rim!" You tell him as you gently pried his hand from your face and hold it, giving it a gentle squeeze since you did not miss the brief flash of sadness.

He hums and kisses the back of your hand, changing the course of the conversation. "Looks good on you, love. Don't even get me started on the coat!" He comments with a chuckle, and carefully twirled you around. The comment also made the owner of the coat chortle.

You giggle as you let him spin you, the coat fluttering a little as you did.

"But I'm afraid I'll have to take it before you successfully hurt yourself." The large scientist says as he approaches the both of you.

You look at him as you stop twirling, a small pout on your face, "Oh c'mon! I literally just wore it!" "And you nearly hurt yourself not a moment after." His tone and expression not leaving any space for arguments, but you matched his look with a stubborn huff. "Darling…." he warns, the claws of the actuators matching his energy as it chittered and clicked in warning.

Norman on the other hand was not saying anything of the matter, his silence piques your curiosity and you glance at him, you also need his support at the moment. You were expecting to see him having the same expression Otto was wearing but instead..you saw a small mischievous smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

Ohhhhh..

You both stared at each other for a moment, although your eyes were blocked by the dark lenses of the goggles a silent agreement was made.

"Don't make me say it again, dear.."

When Otto started to move closer to you, you immediately jumped on Norman's arms and he was quick to catch you before sprinting away from the other scientist.

This clearly surprised Otto as it took him a moment to catch up to you two.

You and Norman were giggling like teenagers as you ran ahead from your "persuer", carrying you to the backyard. The whirring of a Norman's glider distracted you from laughing at Otto, who was catching up quickly to the both of you with the help of his actuators. You were not able to register the next events but you heard Norman grunt in force as he leapt on his glider, not breaking a single sweat and flew away from the ground.

A small yelp escaped your lips as you held onto the older man tightly, seeing as you were floating a few feet away from the ground, Norman doing the same thing. You trust him with your life though so you did not worry too much about it. A laugh slips from your lips as the glider turns to face Otto, seeing his "not amused" face making you laugh more with Norman joining you.

"You two are going to be the death of me.." he lightly commented with a squint.

You playfully stuck out your tongue, "You love us though!" "I clearly do.." was his last reply before using his actuators to reach both of you. Norman, clearly not letting this game end quickly, flew much higher and farther from him, away from the reach of the mechanical limbs.

"Norman!!" Otto frustratedly yelled while you just laughed, enjoying the free ride. "Giving up already, honey?" Taunted Norman. "Who ever said I was?" former Doc Ock quickly replied and continued to chase you both.

"Gosh I love you both.." You uttered, this made them halt from their shenanigans for a moment, "Love you too, dear." "And I you, love."

And the chaos resumes.

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