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The Hunt

Yandere! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Spider! Reader

tw: yandere (slow-burn(?)), dark-fic, violence, assault, spoilers for across the spider-verse.

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Part II

“Stay still and let me squash you like the spider you are!"

"I think I'll pass on that one, thanks" you retorted as you moved out of yet another attack which could have pierced through you. You were jumping around, feet and arms in sync as you balanced your body to dodge the snapping metal claws.

The flow of your body conveyed an effortless image, but the fight was far from over. As hard as it was to admit, you were having a tough time figuring it out.

"Be wary of those, (Y/n)"

"Yep"

The foe before you was good at maintaining his distance and using the range of the metal limbs to his advantage. The claws snapped any web you shot at him and easily dodged and covered from your attacks as well. This metal exoskeleton he had was really bothering you- whereas you were used to the fleshy feeling of the mutant tentacles of the mad bio-engineering scientist you knew, this self-proclaimed Otto Octavius’ tentacles were purely made of metal. And it was quite metal, because your fist hurt like hell when you came into contact with it despite your super-strength. In addition, the metal exoskeleton was purely coordinated with his movements. They were calculated and clean, unlike the brash and wild nature of 'your' Doc Ock. [Thank God this copycat came in with a discount, it would have been worse if you had to deal with eight metal octopi-limbs.]

In the battle's agitation, something odd occurred. Just when you thought it could not get any weirder, his frame shook violently, and he fell to the ground in a flash of strange colors and shapes. His voice quivered, his shout of pain came out distorted and chopped.

"What the-? Peter, is he...?"

"Glitching?” he said with doubt, “but how..." immediately, he began to tap away on the keyboard.

You did not want to waste your time observing the phenomenon, instead deeming this man dangerous, you took the opportunity to confine him in your webs. The webs surrounded his torso and tied extra-tight around the metal limbs.

The glitching stopped and you neared him.

"So… Otto Octavius, right? Mind telling me more about Spider-Man?" You asked, but there was no answer. His head was hanging, and his shoulders were too lax, he seemed unconscious.

"Um, sir?" You closed the distance between you and touched him briefly. "Sir? Other Dock Ock?" You continued, and just as you were about to check if he was breathing, something cool clamped down on your wrist.

Immediately you redirected your sight and saw a metal claw on your wrist, it was viciously gripping you. Then you heard laughing, making you turn your attention at a now perfectly conscious man with scraps of web around him on the floor.

"Ah, shit". In cue with the curse that left your lips, you were thrown at full force against the building. Your head impacted first and your body slumped to the ground, a loud ringing sounded off in your ears, and your sight turned terribly foggy.

You groaned in pain and attempted to get up, but the metal limb got to you first and lifted you off the ground once more. It pulled you near as you thrashed. To escape from the vice grip, you focused the muscles of your arm and began to open apart the metal claw. The metal screeched and folded, yet your efforts dwindled when another claw came at you.

This time, it wrapped itself around your throat, cutting the airflow into your system. He hoisted you up to admire your writhing form.

"I just love killing spiders," he grinned wickedly, "after this, Peter Parker is next".

The mention of your friend sent the adrenaline in your body rushing and your heart strained against your chest. Your body was urging you to move, muscles tightening to contract and exert force- but your eyes began to fail you. Your vision slowly turned opaque due to the lack of oxygen.

A final metal claw appeared, and you vaguely made out a glimmering edge at the center of it- a sharp blade.

"Die."

You heard the words laced with venom and your friend frankly calling out to you, his voice drowned by the fading consciousness of your body. Was this the end? Is this the way it all ends?

'C'mon girl, keep it up!'

Just when the point-end of the blade was about to pierce you, an orange glow painted the scene. An engine roared— the blade never came.

You were dropped on the ground unceremoniously when the vice grip let go of you. Lips parted for a large gasp for that sweet, sweet air. Still, its sudden intrusion made you cough, and as your back shook furiously you felt a soothing sensation on it. Somebody was rubbing your back.

"You alright?" Another masculine voice, but this time, it was friendly and caring. There were no traces of animosity in it.

Even before your sight could clear, your spider-sense was running. It was running even more wild than before, and when you opened your eyes to see your savior, you were left astonished.

Your spider-sense tingled and evened out, synchronizing up with another spider-sense.

This man was just like you.

The web-patterned mask, his lenses, the arachnid symbol on his chest. It was all too familiar.

"You...are me?"

"No, and yes. I mean, no, I am not you, but I am like you." He hoisted you up by the elbow and put you on your feet. "Anyway, explanations later, now we have to deal with this guy and put him back in his dimension."

"In his dimension? What-"

"Explanations later", a female voice interrupted and reiterated. You glanced at the direction of the voice and your spider-sense picked up the same feeling.

It was a woman with big, dense curly hair, in a stylish leather tracksuit with a matching headband, and she rode on a motorcycle. She did not wear a mask, revealing part of her brown skin, but she had large, yellow-tinted sunglasses in a shape and proportion you knew all too well.

The woman flashed you a sweet smile, showing her gapped-pearly whites.

"Now, let's kick ass" and she roared the engine once more and rode straight at Octavius. She crashed the vehicle into him, pushing him back, and stood up on it. As she balanced her weight forwards on the vehicle, she reached out her hand- five web strings much like your own sprouted from the pads of her fingers. She brought the villain flush against the tire of the running motorbike, and he clutched his face in pain. The man who patted you followed suit, and he too shot web, although out from his wrist, and launched himself against him. He delivered a couple of blows, punches, and kicks, as he used his 'web-shooter' -you guessed- to propel back and forth.

You just stood there, eyes wide and lenses as big as round plates.

"Peter, are you seeing this?"

"Yes, and I'm already coming up with some theories" you heard the fast-clicking sound of a keypad going on. "I can't have anything for sure and it's not like I can track back to any tabs on these guys... The best thing I can produce is for you to stick around and find out, but do not lower your guard"

"I guess so" you said, simply taking in and accepting what was going on as you took speed and jumped, your legs pulling back and your arms stretching at a sharp angle behind your back.

Your body flew, and you looked down to see Octavius struggling to stand up as the two new heroes faced him.

Octavius stood up on all metal fours and he growled in rage, "Spider-Man!" his sights now focused on the blue and red hero.

"You might want to look behind you, Doc"

The smirk of the lady on the motorcycle and the cheekiness of the disguised man said it all. The dark silhouette of a shadow cast upon him was growing bigger, and Doc Ock turned his head.

Your wrists extended and web shot from both. The silk rope attached itself to the upper shoulders of the metal limbs and you grasped the webs to pull yourself. With the help of force and acceleration, you delivered a powerful kick on the man’s back.

Your attack was not meaningless, for your aim was set on the bright spot at the top near his nape. The power source, the connection of the exoskeleton with Octavius’ nervous system.

A few sparks blew off, signaling your success in delivering the final blow. Well, that, and how the tentacles trembled before collapsing- dropping the mad man on the ground.

“You!” he whipped his head, “You little- “his words were cut short by web sticking on his lips, sealing them shut.

“Not a word more from you, please. I kinda had enough,” you exasperated and slumped your shoulders. Your hand rubbed on your head, a little bit of pain still lingering on the impacted area.

You were about to web him up, this time making sure he would stay put, but the curly-haired woman halted you with her hand. With the other, she slid a disk across the floor which stopped in front of Octavius. Then, laser-like hexagons formed, one by one until the villain was encased fully.

“Oh, well that’s nice. What is that?”

“A portable prison we use to capture anomalies.”

“Anomalies?”

“People that stray from their original dimensions and pose a threat to the cannon.”

“The cannon?” 'Geez, keeping up with this new information is hard'. Amid your confusion, the woman laughed. She was not laughing out in mockery, more like she had found your confusion endearing.

She stretched out her hand for you to shake it, and hesitantly you did.

“I am Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman, Earth-404.”

“And I’m Peter B. Parker, the one and only Spiderman from Earth-616B” The man took off his mask, showing excited eyes and a warm smile as he stretched out his hand. The physical resemblance he had to your best friend was uncanny, well, he was him from another dimension, of course. The brown eyes and hazelnut hair, but he was much taller, certainly older and you could distinguish the outline of worked muscles below his spandex suit.

“(Y/n), this is unbelievable...” but you ignored your friend through the comms as you were just as surprised as him, or even more.

“Spider-Woman, I mean, (Y/n) (L/n), Earth…

“Earth-699” Peter B Parker filled in for you, and you repeated his words, taking them in your mind.

“Wait, wait… So, you are Spider-Women,” you glanced at Peter B. Parker, “Spider…people… sorry, from other dimensions?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” and Jessica Drew hummed in approval of Peter B’s words.

“And, and you! I know you! Well, I know you in this world. He’s my best friend, and my back-up” the other Peter chuckled.

“Ooh, the classic back-at-the-chair guy?” his eyebrow twitched in curiosity. “Feels like a demotion though…”

“Hey!"

You giggled at his antics, "Trust me, you are very cool in this dimension too. Without him, I would not be Spider-Woman". Your warm smile and noble words caught the brown eyes of Jessica, and for a moment, she stared right at your own not long after her and the other Peter -you will call him Peter. B- shared silent eye contact which spoke volumes between them. Then they both smiled, and Jessica Drew giggled, "This one is yours; I have already recruited a lot. Miguel will bite my head off if I bring in one more"

"Right, right, you just want to make me be the one to ask him"

Confused about what they were talking about and who, you were about to ask them before Peter B spoke first.

"So, we like you- my spider-sense can already tell me you are an amazing hero, (Y/n). Do you want to join us? And the rest of Spiders, a spider-society of our own if you are interested."

People just like you? Your heart began to beat fast with joy and excitement, this, this was amazing. If there is a whole society of other people, of other You's, Peter B's, and Jessica's, with their own hero journeys, spider-suits, spider-abilities, and voices to be heard- you wanted all in.

"I'm in!" you exclaimed, physically jumping at the opportunity. The afro spider-woman hopped back on her motorbike, you saw her fiddle with a bracelet on her wrist, a slick white-metal watch of sorts, and the same orange glow from before emerged. This time, you took a closer look- it was a portal, a hexagonal electric-orange portal made of rings.

Peter B. hopped on behind Jessica, and he looked back behind at you and beckoned you closer with his hand, patting the space left on the leather seat. You smiled wide below the mask and rushed your feet to the vehicle, hopping on.

"You know it's almost two in the morning and we have work tomorrow, right?" Your Peter's voice sounded. You groaned, "Yes, don't wait for me. Also, didn't take my keys so leave the window open please"

"Again? Girl, I-" but Peter heard the roaring of an engine and the sound of screeching tires before the loud beep signaling the end of the intercommunication device and he cursed under his breath. He shut down the three-screen PC and kicked his feet to distance the chair from the desk, drawing a large sigh from his lips. He stood up, revealing his pajama set and house coat, and very fluffy set of Spider-Woman slippers you had gifted him jokingly, [wearing unofficial merch of your vigilante best-friend was weirdly hilarious, but they were too comfortable and soft to pass]. He walked toward the living rooms' window, thank God you two were on the seventh floor, and pulled off the lock.

"One of these days I swear I will lock her out, so she begins taking her goddamn keys", he grunted in between teeth. He dragged the palm of his hand down his features, squeezing down his cheeks and wrinkling them. He glanced at the dreadful hour, led bright numbers making out 1:50 AM.

'As long as I get in bed before two...' Despite the petty annoyance this occurrence caused, he could not help but crack a smile.

He looked out the window and observed the city lights, contemplating the night.

You were incredible to Peter, your best friend. Sometimes he wished NYC were more grateful for the protection your courageous and self-risking services lent. Although he was aware they were out of your heart.

Peter took a long, loud sip of his mug of tea. It was halfway cold. As he drank and emptied the contents of his cup, Peter wondered.

"Who is going to protect you when you are too busy protecting others, (Y/n)", his worrisome thoughts were vocalized. Part of why Peter helped you back to the chair was because of this because he was worried about you. Of course, it felt nice and gratifying to put his own grains of sand in the jar of NYC's safety, protecting citizens and loved ones alike, but deep-down Peter felt powerless.

What if one day someone manages to best you, or you mess with the worst of people? Someone you will not be able to defeat, someone like you? The possibilities, the enemies, could be endless. After what tonight's events revealed the existence stirred something within him, call it his Parker-Sense [turns out there is a Peter Parker who is a Spider-Man as well in another universe- he will have to ask you more about it, tomorrow.].

He placed the cup down on the coffee table beside the heater, casting aside his worries along it. Peter knew he could do nothing but help from back of the front lines- he could only hope the gadgets and suits he designed for you would help you in your quest and help you make it back home every night.

You raised your arms as if you were on the best rollercoaster ride in the world whilst you travelled through the fabric of time and space. It was fast and short, but breathtaking. There was not enough time to process what you had just experienced as you crossed through a flash of light.

As the flash dispersed, you noticed your surroundings. You found yourself inside a big, big building. Although the design was minimalistic, and the color grey was dominating, you made out figures of diverse colors.

Not figures, people.

And not regular people, people like you- spider people.

Hundreds of them, walking, chatting, hanging around. On the floor, on the ceiling, on the walls, all around the unorganized columns that stretched everywhere in every direction.

Your spider-sense had already caught up with the gig, because your mind has surprisingly not fallen apart.

"Welcome to HQ, this is the lobby" Peter B. announced.

A simple 'woah' was all you could muster as your lenses widened. Jessica hopped off her motorbike and stored it in a pocket-size gadget, somehow but it does not surprise you, and she tapped on your wrist. She handed you a purple bracelet, "It's a one-day pass, it allows you to stay here without glitching. You may have seen it happen to that stray Doc Ock".

‘So, he was glitching, huh.’

You hung the bracelet around your wrist and secured it tight, you guessed glitching was not very comfortable and you did not really want to find out for yourself. Once you put it on, she smiled and turned on her heels, gesturing to you with her head to follow her.

"We got to go girl, can't keep Miguel waiting."

"Miguel?" you enquired.

"Miguel O' Hara" Peter B answered for her as he began to walk beside you "the man behind this society. This-", he twirled around and raised his hands in contemplation as the three of you walked, "-was all his idea. He is the leader, it's thanks to him that we are all able to protect and maintain every dimension stable".

'Well, he sounds like a cool guy- I should probably meet him if I'm around here, want to make a good first impression’

"He can also come off as intimidating and harsh, but he's got no bite. He just has a little bit of fang to show, no more. So don't be scared or feel intimidated".

'Or not', you gulped.

Something about the sweet tone in Peter B’s voice, like he had given this disclaimer a couple of times before, slightly unsettled you- but you hid your nervousness behind a small chuckle.

As Jessica lead the way, or Jess as she insisted you call her, you 'toured' the facilities- a cafeteria with spider-themed food, a gym fit for training the super-strengthen, a villain-confinement area in which you found yourself mesmerized by the different versions of villains you had faced [which was a slightly awkward experience as you tried to ignore the daggers that were coming out from that Doc Ock's eyes and threatened to destroy the barrier that imprisoned him]. You even got to know of a therapy room, which could always come in handy later, who knows. You must make sure to swing by the cafeteria later and try out that Spider-Burger, and certainly try out the super/human equipment in the training center [it is not your usual friendly-neighborhood gym that has a leg press machine loaded with the weight of a train].

It was crazy- Peter B. and Jess told you everything about this place. They talked about the multiverse, and how everyone is connected through key moments in their lives as 'Spiders' through cannon events- which were more or less significant events that would shape their paths as heroes, some good, some bad, and some very bad- but all of them necessary.

The death of your parents. Although you would never get over it, and the belief that you could have done something if you hadn’t been so powerless at that time was still rooted deep within your heart- but the fact that it was destined to happen as part of your life as Spider-Woman brought you some relief, because you felt as if it was not entirely your fault alone. They were cannon events in your life as Spider-Woman, and nothing was supposed to prevent them.

It was bittersweet- it made you feel understood. Even though you had your own best friend who you could rely on, and you knew you could tell him everything, you also knew he would not understand. There is a great responsibility that comes with this power, and with its burdens, and inner battles that make you feel alone in the struggle, but not anymore.

You are not alone, you are not the one and only Spider-Woman, and that made you feel you could find other people to bare this struggle with.

The 'Spider' Peter continued with the explanation, "-- and that's why anomalies are so dangerous, and we have to deal with them, because they can break the cannon and thus destroy the fabric of the dimension that has been disturbed, and with it, millions of lives."

In cue with the end of his talk, Jess and Peter B. halted their steps. "We're here" she said and pointed with her gaze to move forward. So, you did, you took a step forward.

Your eyes took in the room, it was dark, and the ceiling was tall. There was a platform in the middle of it, and the orange light was abundant. Atop the platform was a man standing, his wide back facing and disheveled strands of hair facing you- he seemed busy, and too concentrated on the dozens of holographic screens surrounding him.

There was a loud silence in the room, until Jess nudged Peter B with her elbow, and he blurted, "Okay, okay, lemme’ just" he adjusted the collar of his suit, as if it were too tight on him. He breathed in, calming down his nerves, which made you more nervous because why would he be?

"Hey! Miguel!" his voice echoed through the room, and he waved eagerly at the man above. It was a slight movement, but you noticed how this 'Miguel' threw his head back and sighed loudly- it was clear that he was annoyed by the interruption.

"Que ganas de molestar... What is it?!" The first part of his sentence was barely audible, but he made sure to raise his voice for the words that came out in English. His body was now facing the three of you, hands rested on his hips, and body weight slumped on his right leg.

From that height, he seemed as if he was looking down on you...

"Give me a minute, (Y/n), you see he looks tough, but he is really easy to crack" Peter B attempted to reassure you, earning a roll of the eyes of Jess which you barely dismissed, and he webbed a corner of the platform and pulled himself up to it.

Peter B's physical gestures were funny and full of movement, while the man remained stiff and stoic. You could not hear the conversation well, they were meters above you, but you guessed they were talking about you--

"C'mon Miguel, she's amazing really, we could use a helping hand and-"

"There's lots of helping hands already"

"Yes, but the more the merrier right? I am serious, you're not going to regret it, I've seen her, and Jess too"

Their talk continued for a few minutes, but then you saw Peter B clinging on to the man's shoulder and you saw him turn his head, mouthing the words 'all right.'

Proving your guess to be true, you saw Peter B smile widely and he walked towards the edge of the platform, "Y/N! Climb up here!" He called out to you and gestured with his hand, and you did just as he did a few minutes ago. Before you could pull yourself, however, Jess tugged lightly at your mask.

"You should probably take that off, you don't want to be rude in your first day before the boss, right?" she chuckled. "You're right," you nodded and proceeded with her advice. Your fingers slid under the mask and hooked at its hem, you tugged upwards. Your (h/c) strands cascaded down and bounced on your shoulders, and you revealed a curious set of (e/c) eyes and (s/c) skin.

Jess ran her hands through your hair, quickly fixing it- after being pressed down by the mask it had a little bit of frizz to it, "You're looking great, now go get that job girl" and she turned you around by the shoulders and patted your back in support.

You smiled and blushed, a little bit of confidence surging within you, you were nervous.

[His gaze, something about it, it made you uncomfortable. You did not think much of it, putting the blame on the towering height the platform provided.]

You twisted your fist around the web, and swung yourself and pulled down with strength, propelling yourself upwards. You made sure to land with grace on the platform, you really wanted to land yourself that good first impression.

"Here she is," Peter B dragged on the sound of the vowels, as if presenting some grand entrance, he walked behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. Quickly, Peter B hunched and whispered encouraging words in your ear-

"You'll do great," he said softly against your ear. You offered a small smile and walked out of his hold, facing the man before you two.

'Well, damn' you said loudly in your mind. If when you were below this man seemed intimidating, now up close, it was ten times more so. He had a big build, broad shoulders and clear, lined brick muscles under his cyber-punk blue and red suit. His forearms left his hips and were flexed below his broad chest, highlighting the muscles in his arms even more. You looked up to his face and gulped.

He had a chiseled, handsome, tanned face- his jaw was sharp and so was his wide nose, his cheekbones were high and his eyebrows thick and straight, giving him a mature look. Your guess was that he was somewhere in his 30's, and by the look in his fierce yet tired eyes evinced by the bags under them, you guessed he had also gone through a lot (not like you will pry about it now, that seemed like a death wish for sure).

Were you staring for too long? You did not notice, at least not until the man before you grunted and shot raised his eyebrows, tilting his face to the side as if granting you the permission to speak.

You also heard Peter B. cough, not so casually.

"Uhm, hi! I," you smiled widely, only to earn a slight judgmental look from him, 'oh my god, this is going to be harder than it looks.' To recover from that small awkward moment, you offered you hand to shake it and rephrased, "Hello, I'm (Y/n) (L/n) and I'm Spider-Woman from Earth-699, or so I've been told."

You recomposed your breath and stance, shoulders and back straightened, trying to come off as confident and polite. "I met Peter B. Parker and Jessica Drew on my night patrol, and it was quite a surprise, but a nice one. They told me everything about this place, and about the multiverse," unbeknownst to you, the glint in your eyes as your excitement began to slip past the professional facade caught his eyes, "and let me tell you I would be more than glad to join the team, it would be an amazing opportunity, and a responsibility I would be more than glad to take over".

Miguel could tell you were not lying, albeit he could tell you were nervous and a bit fidgety, but your tongue rolled not honeyed words, but ones that were sincere. He genuinely appreciated that.

Your hand was still outstretched when he called out for his trusted A.I, "Lyla", and with simply calling out her name, it appeared.

A tiny orange holograph of a person appeared right before you, at the edge of your nose to be precise, like a playful fairy. She wore an oversize coat and fashionable boots, and distinctive pink heart-shaped glasses.

"Hello!" She greeted, and you were slightly caught off guard. You were about to greet back, but she vanished, and reappeared on your shoulder, and then again, and she reappeared on your other shoulder, and again- this time above you. Your sight tried to follow her, but to no avail as she vanished and materialized, yet you did catch a glimpse of these round devices she had with her which bathed you, in yet again, orange light.

"Scanning complete!" she announced and appeared for a final time on Miguel's shoulder. "Let's see... Indeed, from Earth-699, and with an excellent track record of ten years! Her cannon remains intact, and if you ask me, she seems to be an excellent candidate."

"Oh, thanks...?" You were not sure what to say, how could she know all that? It was a heck of an artificial intelligence, nothing you had witnessed back at home, even with Pete's genius, and she even winked at you. She was sentient, that was mind blowing.

Whatever Lyla, as you recalled, showed Miguel seemed to be some sort of CV. He was looking through a holographic tab, and you managed to see a few mirrored images of you and your New York, recognizing frames and scenes from your life and the people you had come across. As he scrolled down through the screen, he kept taking glances at you, as if corroborating the information, while you just stood there with a bright smile and relaxed features in your face- although you were panicking on the inside.

The tanned man closed the tab and redirected his gaze on you, his dark eyes piercing right through yours, but his features relaxed and he even offered a small smile.

"My name is Miguel O' Hara," a smooth, Spanish accent evident on his first name, "and I'm this universe's Spiderman, Earth-2099." He stretched out his own hand, offering it to you and you shook it- his grip was strong and secure, and his hand enclosed over your smaller one.

He retrieved his hand, but he kept it open, his palm facing up while he showed it to you. A bracelet began to materialize on it. After a few seconds, the materializing process was complete, and you noticed the same device Peter B. and Jess had on their wrists.

"It's a travelling gizmo, used for hopping to other dimensions without glitching" the A.I filled in. You took it carefully from Miguel's hands, and with the same manner, you slid it on your wrist- it was a perfect fit.

After the click sound, you admired it for a few seconds before Miguel spoke again, "You are part of the club now."

His features fell back to a strict, but calm, look on his face, and he continued, "You'll be called for missions through the gizmo, nothing for today but be sure to answer on time. I do not like it when people are late for work", he said harshly, and you nodded.

"See, I told you it would work out!" the 'professional' atmosphere was cut short by Peter B, who seemed excited as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. "She won't disappoint Miguel, I'm sure of it." He said as he smiled at Miguel, and you noticed how his features fell flat upon Peter B, however you could not help a giggle escape from your lips.

"Yes, I'll make sure of that", you looked at Peter and smiled, and repeated the same affection with Miguel, who widened his eyes but recomposed quickly, covering for any slip-ups.

"Well if everything is settled then, I'll be leaving." Peter B. patted your shoulders simultaneously "I have a little girl and a beautiful wife waiting for me, back home." The words that came out of the Spider' Peter made your eyes widen and your mouth dropped open,

"You are married?! And have a child?!"

"Yes, they are the most wonderful people on Earth!" he said giddily, then he quirked his eyebrows and put his hands on his hips, he sounded quizzical "Why do you sound so surprised though?"

"No, no, I'm just very curious- as you are the other version of my best friend. So, who's the lucky girl?" you enquired, still not believing it.

"Mary Jane, I don't know if you know her in your dimension," he said with a warm tone in his voice, you could tell by the way he spoke about her that he was really in love with her. Of course, you knew Mary Jane, or MJ as you called her. She was a close friend of yours, and Pete, and the main subject of your teasing against him. In your dimension, Peter is so in love with MJ but has yet to gather the courage to face her and take her out on a date.

You laughed, "My Peter would be blushing mad right now. He has yet to take her out on a date and make his move", your words made Peter B remember of the past, and he chuckled.

"Any advice I could relay to him? I want to be the best wingman there is"

"Just tell him to be himself, it'll work out. Ooh, but be sure to tell him he must be on time when he arranges any dates! It will save him a lot of trouble!"

"I'll make sure to tell him", you giggled. Then Peter B proceeded to take out his cellphone and show you pictures of his baby daughter, MJ. You could not help but gush alongside him, she was adorable, with her funny faces, the pictures of her playing around and in little outfits, and as she was doing little mischiefs [you swore right there and then that when the time comes, you would be the coolest auntie ever]

You continued to fangirl over the baby photos until Miguel O'Hara interrupted the both of you, "It's getting late, the both of you. "

His face said it all- the poker face, and flat lips, he looked tired. Hence you bid farewell, Lyla sat on your shoulder as she helped you with the interface of the gizmo. You managed to open a portal back to your home dimension and bid the corresponding farewells before jumping back home.

"So, I get that you did like her?"

Miguel grunted, "Como sea, el tiempo lo dira. Go home Peter, I can't stand you any longer".

Seeing that Miguel was already switching back to his grumpy humor, Peter B raised his hands in the air. "Geez, Miguel, cut me some slack" and turned around, not before making a portal to his own dimension. With his hands still raised in the air, he teased, "You'll end up scaring the new recruit" and jumped back into the portal before he could face an even grumpier Miguel.

"Ese insufrible hijo de-"

"He's kinda right though"

"Lyla!"

"See? Geez, you're going to get even more wrinkles..."

The A.I vanished out of Miguel's clawed swipe, and sticked out her tongue in mockery as the man growled.

Surprisingly, instead of landing on the hard concrete floor, you landed on the soft surface of what you recognized to be your own bed, and you made a mental note to remind yourself to thank Lyla.

"Ah, right, the window", you recalled you had told Pete to leave it open, so you went out to the living room and put on its lock. The living room was dark, it had the faint glow of NYC's night. It was a pleasant surprise for you thought you would be arriving at dawn, but it was not the case- you would get more sleep.

"Five hours of sleep are still better than one" you mumbled and retrieved the used mug left on the coffee table, which you then rinsed in the sink- a small favor for your guy in the chair.

At last, you took off your suit and after doing your nightly bathroom routine, you plopped on the bed. Sleep caught up with you quickly, it had been a busy and long night- you only hoped you would listen to your alarm in the morning and be able to get to work.

You shifted in your bed and cuddled into your pillow, your lips parted and let own a drowsy yawn, "I'll have to tell everything to Pete tomorrow" and with that, you closed your eyes.

Although tired and sleepy, you could not help the fuzzy feeling in your chest- you were so happy for what was to come, hoping for the best. You could not wait to be back at headquarters, but you guess, it will have to wait until tomorrow in the least. For now, you would have to settle for some hours of sleep.

A/n: EVERYONE THANK YOU SO MUCH! Part I is about to reach 2k notes and I can't believe I now have 1k followers, truly, thank you so much. Thank you to all the people that have reblogged and commented, I can't express how thankful I am truly. I also want to apologize for the delay, I had a hard writer's block as regards Miguel's introduction, I wanted it to be perfect, and it still not is. I also wanted to give reader a good backbone for the story. Anyway, Part III follows suit and with it the yandere! (yes! finally- I know people can get impatient for it bc it happens to me too). Anyways, I hope you like this part, and I am looking forward for your opinions!

Translations: (Btw, I am Argentinean, not Mexican, so I do speak castellano or spanish, but not mexican-slang spanish. I hope my Mexican readers are cool with the way Miguel speaks!) "Que ganas de molestar..." = So bothersome/ so annoying, or literally 'such need to bother' "Como sea, el tiempo lo dira." = Anyway/Anyhow, time will tell. "Ese insufrible hijo de-" = That insufferable son of a-

#yandere #yandere x reader #self insert #yandere blog #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #miguel o' hara x reader #yandere miguel #yandere miguel o' hara #yandere miguel x reader #yandere miguel o' hara x reader #fem reader #yandere across the spider-verse #yandere spiderman #spiderman 2099 #yandere spiderman 2099

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A Soft Song

Hello all! This is my very first post that isn’t a little update post, I have no idea what I’m doing, so please bear with me!

Thank you to the lovely @dainty-fingertips for responding to my ask with a lovely fill, and in tribute, I wrote a little something-something in return! Go read their work, they are amazing and I love them.

TSSM!Otto Octavius/Doc Ock x Fem!Reader

Mild angst, song fic, reader POV, only mentioned Otto/Dr. Octopus

Part 1 : https://at.tumblr.com/dainty-fingertips/oh-my-god-someone-who-writes-about-my-current/entts18yjegt

You know what’s worse than being fired from a place like Oscorp?

Having had to work at Oscorp.

Norman Osborn both was, and is, a bastard, and he always seemed to relish in making his employees squirm. Especially those smarter than him. Yes, he’s CEO, yes he’s the owner of the company, bah. He’s not even a doctor, and the bastard acts as if every employee is worthless compared to him.

She rolled her shoulders lightly, and cracked her neck. It was never good to think about Osborn, it agitated her too much. What the man did to her and her partner…

Oh, Otto…

She sighed, and ran a hand down her face. That man was too soft, too sweet, to be working for a monster like Osborn. He was going to ruin the poor doctor…

And now… She can’t be there to shield him from the worst of it…

Several Months Ago…

“Dr. (L/N)... A pleasure to see you, as always.” Norman smirked at her, hands folded behind his back as he approached her.

She gave him a sarcastic smile back. “Mr. Osborn, how kind of you to grace us with your presence this evening.” She drawled, her fingers not stopping on her keyboard.

If he heard the sarcasm, he didn’t react to it. “How are things going down here, hm?”

“They’re going.” She turned her attention back to the monitors, “The actuators needed a little fine tuning this morning, the VI was giving a bit of… Trouble…” She frowned a bit. “But it was summarily handled. Nothing to worry about.”

“I thought it was AI, Doctor.” He leaned on the desk next to her, his arms now folded over his chest.

She held in a sigh. “AI is artificial intelligence, even with my genius, no one has managed to crack it. VI is virtual intelligence, that’s what everyone thinks AI is. Think of it as… A working brain, versus a dialogue tree.” She looked at the man, a bland look on her face. “One thinks for itself, the other follows coded instructions.”

He smirked at her. “Delightful.” He didn’t care, not a bit. “I have some rather… Unfortunate news, I’m afraid.”

She didn’t pause her typing. “And that is?” Her hours were probably going to get cut again, damn it all, how was she going to–

“I’m afraid we’re going to have to… Let you go. From Oscorp.”

Her fingers stopped moving. What?

“What?”

“Yes, we’ve decided that since your research notes with Dr. Octavius are, indeed, thorough enough to replicate the VI, should anything happen, well…” He shrugged, nonchalant. “Your assistance is no longer required.”

“... If you fire me, I’m taking my research with me, Osborn.”

“It’s copyrighted to Oscorp Industries, you’ll take nothing, my dear.” He smirked, and tapped a finger under her chin. “But cheer up! You’ve led us into wonderful territory, dear, your research–”

She slapped his hand away. “Exactly. My research, not Oscorp’s. I will fight tooth and nail to obtain my research notes, I will take you to court so fast–!”

“Unlikely, dear.” He wasn’t as amused now. “Your contract states implicitly that any research you do on company grounds immediately…” His smirk came back, darker. “Belongs to me.”

“... You son of a bitch.”

“Ah ah, watch that mouth, sweetheart.” He tapped a finger on her lips. “Don’t want to get in trouble, hmm?”

She slapped his hand again. “Stop touching me! And don’t call me those stupid pet names! I’m not your wife, and I’m not your bitch!” She pointed a finger at him. “This isn’t over, Osborn. Not by a long shot. I swear, upon my doctorate, you will pay for this.”

He gave her a false pitying look. “Then… We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He snapped his fingers, and his security appeared. “Escort this woman off the property. She is no longer employed here at Oscorp.”

She gave the man a dark glare. “You’ll regret this, Osborn.”

He smirked and winked at her. “Swear on your doctorate?”

She didn’t respond, her lip curling in disgust.

“Take her away.”

“M-Mr. Osborn?”

Norman and (Y/N) both turned to look at who entered. Dr. Octavius stood in the doorway, a confused look on his normally anxious face. “Ah, Dr. Octavius!” Norman greeted with a smile. “Forgive us, we were discussing some… Business.”

“B-Business? W-Well, should I-I–?”

“Don’t worry, Doctor, we were just about to leave… Come along, now, dear.” Norma curled his fingers at her, and the guards grabbed her arms, causing her to snarl at them. “Play nicely now, hmm?”

“M-Mr. Osborn! W-What a-are you–?!” Otto moved to object, but Norman held up a hand. “S-Sir?”

“I’m afraid Dr. (L/N)...” He chuckled. “Miss (L/N)... Is no longer employed at this company, Dr. Octavius. She was just leaving.”

She snarled at the man, her teeth bared, her face angry.

Otto had… Never seen her like this before… “M-Mr. Osborn, please–”

“Go ahead and get to work, Doctor. We’ll have her escorted out immediately.”

“O-Oh… Um… G-Goodbye, then… D-Dr. (L/N)....” Was all he could think to say. He didn’t want this to happen… His partner, his…. His friend… H-His… “I-I… Um…”

She sighed, the anger seeming to leave her body with a breath. “... Goodbye, Otto…” She said softly, and then gave him a weak smile. “Save me a dance…?”

He gulped and nodded his head, even as he flushed. “I-I… Y-Yes…”

And she was led away.

“Not to worry, Doctor.” Norman attempted to comfort the visibly upset man. “Now you have no more distractions, hm?” He wasn’t trying too hard. “No more of her horrendous music playing, no more her dragging you into that… Ridiculous dancing routine… Now just you and our… Experiments.” He gave the shorter man a squeeze on his shoulder. “... Now. I won’t bother you further. Back to work, Dr. Octopus!” And he was gone as well, following his guards with a light chuckle.

Present Day…

Dr… Well… Miss (L/N) sighed as she stood at the bus stop, hands in her jacket pockets and a backpack over one shoulder.

If Norman Osborn could do one thing, the man could follow through with a threat.

She attempted to get her research notes in a lawsuit against Oscorp, because she can follow through with a threat of her own, but after a harsh slap of reality in trying to take a high power company to court… Well… Norman followed through.

Her doctorate was taken from her. Norman stripped her of everything. Her work experience, her past jobs denounced her… She had nothing left. She was surprised her credit score hadn’t suffered. (It had, but due to a chain reaction, not Norman’s filthy hands directly).

So… With her car repossessed, her landlord breathing down her neck, and no laboratory wanting to hire her… She works at a coffee shop. While not unheard of at her age, with her current level of education… “Work is work.” (Y/N) sighed to herself. “I can’t begrudge work…”

It’s cold here in the city

It always seems that way

She had gotten mugged last week, her favorite jacket (which now had blood stains from both her mouth and her attacker's nose) was now either sold or being worn by some asshat in New York. Thick clouds hung in the sky, soft rumbles and grumbles indicating bad weather ahead.

And I’ve been thinking about you

Almost every day

She wondered how he was doing… Doctor Octopus… She couldn’t help a soft snort. (Y/N) couldn’t believe he decided to keep that moniker, he used to hate it when Osborn would call him that. Whatever happened to him that night… Whatever Osborn did to him… Otto had reclaimed that name. Made it his own. Took back every bit of power Osborn had taken from him.

… She wondered if he played music in his new lab… He had to have a new lab, right? Did he play music in it? Did his taste change?

… She wondered if he had a new assistant to spin around like they used to.

Thinking about the good times

Boom

Thinking about the rain

“Why do these things happen to me?” She grumbled to herself, her hair being flattened to her skull as rain pelts down upon her, falling into her face and covering her eyes. She quickly pushed her hair back, forcing it to smooth back on top of her head. She didn’t have an umbrella, she didn’t think she’d need one. Damn weather forecasters and their damn lies…

Thinking about how bad it feels

To be alone again

As she was soaked in the rain, she allowed her mind to drift. Usually, they drifted to her old calculations, formulas that ran back and forth through her mind. But this time… She dimly remembered the music that played in the lab. Otto’s ‘soft rock mix’ played in her mind’s ear, causing her to smile slightly. She missed those days. Just her and Otto, the music the only thing between them, soft laughter and sweet conversation…

I’m sorry things ain’t what

They used to be

His music taste must have changed, everything else about him did. Maybe he hired himself a new assistant, too. Did he lead when they danced? She used to lead, leading was never her forte. At least when it came to dancing. She didn’t mind it, though. So long as it was with Otto… She would dance with him forever…

I’m sorry for all the lies

I told you

She flushed, a memory coming to her. Oh, it was a little over a year ago now, one of their little… Impromptu dance sessions. He initiated it, this time. The song had ended in a flourish, and in a bold move, he dipped her, his hand cradling her back, the other holding hers. Their eyes locked, so close to each other. In her mind’s eye, she leaned upward, her lips meeting his, her eyes closing as she finally, finally, learned how his lips felt on hers.

I’m sorry for all the things

I didn’t say

She should have told him. If she had just fucking told him how she felt, he probably would’ve hired her as his assistant… His new, evil assistant as he takes over New York, maybe the world… Would she have taken it…? Being a villainess… Even as an assistant, would she be considered one? She’s overthinking again, isn’t she?

I’m sorry if I took

Some things for granted

(Y/N) had definitely taken the easy contact with Otto for granted. She should have gotten his phone number, she could’ve been texting him. Who knows, maybe a kind word, or a friend on the outside would’ve made things… Different. Would he still be Doctor Octopus? (She still had to snort lightly at that, he hated that nickname so muuuuch). Or would he still be her Otto?

But more than anything else

She straightened as footsteps approached from her side, not wanting to look meek, or distracted. (She may hate herself for saying it, but that’s how she ended up getting mugged in the first place)

I’m sorry for myself

She smoothed back her hair again, and wiped her face, the rain pouring harder and faster.

For living without you

An umbrella came over her head suddenly.

She closed her eyes and sighed. “How much?” She asked blandly.

“Excuse me?” The stranger asked, a male voice sounding bemused.

“Look, I only have five bucks on me, man, and I ain’t giving you any extras.” She pulled a $5 note from her pocket.

“You think I want your money?”

“Acts of kindness aren’t free, man, I know that.” She turned to frown at the man, only to startle, her eyes widening. “Dr. Toomes?”

Adrian Toomes gave her an amused smile, his eyebrow arched. “Dr. (L/N), a pleasure as always.”

“The pleasure is mine, I’m sure.” He may have been Otto’s friend, but they two always got along well enough. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you…” She looked him up and down. “At least without the gear.”

He chuckled softly. “Yes, well, the new upgrades don’t like water all that much.” He did the same, looked her up and down. “Seems as though you do though, hm?”

She rolled her eyes, “Ha ha.” She couldn’t help a smile anyway. “Can’t exactly afford an umbrella nowadays.”

“Oh? What’s going on, Doctor?”

She sighed. “That. I’m not…” She hated talking about this. “I’m not…. A doctor… Anymore.”

His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“... Osborn had my doctorate rescinded.” She growled, feeling her hackles rise. “The bastard fired me, ruined my livelihood, and, with a glowing exit survey, made getting a new job nigh impossible…”

“You poor thing.” He cooed. “Norman Osborn has been nothing but a nuisance for decades now.”

“Yeah, well…” She rolled her shoulders. “Promised myself if I ever find him in the streets, his ass is grass… Forgive my language, Doctor.”

“Oh, no, it’s completely understandable, dear. The man’s a prick.”

She snorted, her hand lifting to cover her face. “I concur.”

“So… Am I to be assuming you’re looking for work, then?” He asked, his brow lifting again, a little smirk on his lips.

She snorted lightly. “I mean… I have a job, Dr. Toomes. I work…” She sighed, and rubbed her face. “I’m a barista now.”

He snorted as well, far more condescendingly. “A barista? Dr. (L/N), how demeaning of you.”

“Like I said, Dr. Toomes.” She snapped a bit. “... I’m not… A doctor… anymore…”

“... Oh, yes, that’s right.” He offered her the umbrella handle. “Hold this for me for a moment, would you?”

She blinked, her brow still furrowed, irritation still prickling her skin… But she still took the handle. “Doctor?”

“One moment.” He reached into his inner coat pocket, and pulled out a folded document. “This is for you. A show of good faith from… My employer, I suppose.”

She blinked, and accepted it, handing him back the umbrella. She unfolded it, and read the text upon it.

And nearly dropped it in the puddle beneath her.

“Is… Is this…?”

“Yes, it is.” He nodded his head. “Doctor… (L/N).”

Her doctorate. There was indeed a ‘void’ stamped onto it, but another stamp and a few signatures overrode it. It was… It was reinstated…

“I can obtain a clean copy for you, if you wish. However, we had thought you would appreciate the amended one first.”

“... Dr. Toomes… H-How…” She lifted her head, and unshed tears were shining in her eyes. “How did you…?”

He chuckled. “Not I, my dear.” He pulled a card from his pocket as the bus finally approached. “Come to this address tomorrow night, 7 o’clock. My employer wishes to meet you.”

She took the card with a shaky hand. “R-Right…”

He gently nudged her into the bus. “See you soon, doctor.”

The doors of the bus shut behind her before she could respond.

#tssm!otto #otto octavius x reader #Response fic #mild angst #songfic #adrian toomes #norman osborn #tssm fic #help with tags #idk what i'm doing

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Movie Masterlist:

Writings with *** have "Sexual Themes" of some kind please be warned, minors and ageless blogs please do not interact with those writings you will be blocked. Of course, you can interact with the sfw/sft writings.

Last Updated: 03/26/2024

Marvel:

Tom Holland Peter Parker (Writing Prompt) Drabble:

Tom Holland Peter Parker Accidental Kiss Drabble:

Gamora x Fem!Reader Drabble:

X-Men Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver x Reader Drabble:

Doc Ock/Otto Octavius Lemon/NSFT ***:

Into The Spiderverse:

Surprise! (Peter B. Parker x Reader) Drabble:

The Hobbit:

Tauriel x Fem!Reader Drabble:

Star Wars (SW Shows Included):

Sweet Dreams Bad Batch Tech x GN! Jedi!Reader Drabble:

Disney:

Fluffy Domestic Headcanons for Tadashi Hamada (Big Hero 6):

Platonic and Romantic Headcanons for Tadashi Hamada (Big Hero 6):

Tadashi Hamada x GN!Reader Who Wants To Open A Restaurant Headcanons:

Tadashi Hamada x Reader Drabble:

Tadashi Hamada x Reader *Academic Burnout Comfort*:

Harry Potter (Fuck JK Rowling):

Harry Potter World Basics Part 1:

Harry Potter World Basics Part 2:

Imagine Pranking Fred and George for their birthday Drabble:

Fred and George Weasley Wand Headcanons:

Night At The Museum:

Rise of The Guardians:

#Movies #Masterlists #Harry Potter #Disney #Marvel #Into The Spiderverse #Night At The Museum #Rise of The Guardians #Star Wars #The Hobbit

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wtfhasmy-lifecometo · 2 years

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Hey there! I don't know if you're currently taking requests, but if you are, may I request something? Would you be willing to do a Norman Osborn x Fem! Reader x Otto Octavius fic in which she likes them both, but she's torn on who to pursue?

Hello!!! I am so glad to be back and writing, I absolutely love this idea, this will be three parts and part one is quite short, I guess this is going to be my short one shot series, but I really hope you do enjoy this love! Xx ❤️

Requested? Yes @my-lady-greensleeves

Warnings?: little bit of angst, fluff at the end of the series

Torn Between

Pt. One

You were desolate, to say the least… your feelings twisted and twirled around within your mind, it was hard to truly figure out an option. You loved them both, madly, and it was getting more and more difficult each day.

These feelings breaking you apart yet giving you the happiest feeling in the world, mixed emotions were definitely not what you wanted when it came to this.

The butterflies you got every time Norman or Otto would walk in the room, you’d only catch a glimpse of them before you got all jittery, it was agonizing at times. With your mind taking an emotional beating most days, you tended to keep to yourself when it got that way, but that never stopped the two boys from making sure you were okay. You knew they cared, but you had a hard time trying to accept that neither one of them may feel for you the same way, and it was getting worse day by day. Despite the hurt, you knew that they’d always be there for you. You decided to throw on some pj’s and a movie, deciding that a sappy romance movie would be an ironically good fit for tonight, you sat down on the couch with your snacks that you got from the kitchen and watched away, crying and laughing and awe’ing at the different scenes, wishing you had what they had in the movie. Things were not how you wanted it to be, but you assured yourself time and time again that it would be okay in the end, because they’d always be there for you and that’s what mattered.

Once again! This part is very short, as I had some troubles with tumblr and it’s word count :( but part two and three will be longer! I hope you like this 💕

#norman osborn x reader #norman osborn #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius fluff #otto octavius #doc ock x reader #gosh I hate tumblr to a degree but it’s okay

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tokoyamisstuff · 2 years

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Masterlist: Other Characters

💀 = Angst and/or Adult Themes 🌸 = Fluff 💌 = Personal Favourite 🔥 = Smut 🎵 = Song Fic / Contains Lyrics ✅ = Finished Series ❌ = WIP/Hiatus

Each and every Work has it's own detailed Warnings listed.

Doc Ock / Dr. Otto Octavius (Marvel)

Weapons Don’t Weep 💀 🌸 🔥 💌 x Fem! Reader❌ During the events of NWH, Otto finds refugee at your doorstep. (18+)

Reiner Braun (Attack on Titan)

Calling Out Your Name 💀 🌸 🔥 💌 x Fem! Survey Corps! Reader ❌ Your family got killed by the Armored Titan and you join the Survey Corps to seek for revenge. (18+)

Habromania (18+) 💀 🔥 x Fem! Eldian! Reader In which Reiner has kidnapped you during the Recapture of Wall Maria and brings him back to Marley with him. (18+)

Julian Devorak (The Arcana)

Stress Relief 🌸 🔥 x Fem! Reader Julian is too busy with work to spend time with you, so you get back on him. (18+)

Hisoka Morow (Hunter x Hunter)

Just My (Blood) Type 💀 🌸 x Fem! Ghoul! Reader Reader tries to ignore her attraction towards Hisoka until they realize that you weren’t all that different.

Illumi Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Betrothed 💀 🌸 🔥 💌 x Fem! Assassin! Reader ❌ An arranged Marriage between you and the eldest child of the Zoldycks will soon turn into a both dangerous and passionate love. (18+)

Experiment 💀 🌸 🔥x Fem! Reader Being too shy with intimacy, you ask Illumi to use his needles on you, so you can dare the next step. (18+)

Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Heimish 💀🌸💌 x Fem! Reader ❌ Arranged Marriage AU where Bruno gets the love he deserves.

El tiempo lo cura todo 🌸x Fem! Reader A very unlucky reader asks Bruno for her future and he sees them being together some day.

Gyutaro Shabana (Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba)

Famished💀🌸x Fem! Sex Worker! Reader Gyutaro remembers someone who was kind to him in his human life and pays her a visit.

Hotaru Haganezuka (Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba)

Sugar Shock 🌸x GN! Candy Shop Owner! Reader ❌ Hotaru decides to shoot his shot and asks you to be his wife. Based on a Fancomic. [Ch. 1] [Ch. 2] [Ch. 3]

Multifandom

[Read here] 💀 Multifandom x GN! Reader Types of Yandere

[Read here] 🌸 Demon Slayer x GN! Reader HC’s about what petnames would the Pillars give you?

[Read here] 🌸 Soul Eater x GN! Reader HC's for do some of the Soul Eater characters behavior when jealous.

[Read here]🌸 One Piece x GN! Reader You get Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk and Kuro a cat. This is how they react.

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Alfred Molina characters I write for

I wanted to make a list of Alfred Molina characters I write for (for the moment) since I didn’t really do one and there was some previous confusion.

I’m currently looking for more requests since I’m running out.

MALE/GENDER NEUTRAL/TRANS/ENBY/FEMDOM/butch!FEM readers (SFW & NSFW - no multi-chapter fics)

In chronological order , *for gn and male reader/trans male reader only ** for male reader/trans male reader only.

(sorry for how long this is lol, just want to be clear I’ll write for all of these)

Link back to my masterlist x , rules here x

(1981 - Raiders of the Lost Ark) - Satipo

(1985 - Letter to Brezhnev) - Sergei

(1985 - Ladyhawke) - Cezar

(1987 - Prick Up Your Ears) - Kenneth Halliwell** (yes, but please read borlpcd )

(1991 - Screen One: Hancock) - Tony Hancock

(1991 - American Friends) - Oliver Syme

(1993 - When Pigs Fly) - Marty

(1995 - Species) - Dr. Stephen Arden

(1995 - The Steal) - Cliff

(1995 - Hideaway) - Dr. Jonas Nyebern

(1995 - Nervous Energy) - Ira Moss**

(1996 - Mojave Moon) - Sal

(1997 - Anna Karenina) - Konstantin Dmitrievich Levin

(1997 - Boogie Nights) - Rahad Jackson*

(1997 - A Further Gesture) - Tulio* (desperately want to write for him but I haven’t found the movie anywhere :( )

(1997 - The Man Who Knew Too Little) - Boris “The Butcher” Blavasky*

(1998 - The Impostors) - Sir Jeremy Burtom*

(1999 - Dudley Do-Right) - Snidely K. 'Whip' Whiplash

(2000 - Chocolat) - Comte De Reynaud

(2001 - Texas Rangers) - John King Fisher*

(2002 - Frida) - Diego Rivera (AU) will post about this tomorrow*

(2002 - Undertaking Betty/Plots with a View) - Boris Plots

(2004 - Spider-Man 2) - Dr. Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

(2006 - Orchids) - Cliff

(2007 - The Moon and the Stars) - Davide Rieti**

(2007 - The Little Traitor) - Sergeant Stephen Dunlop*

(2008 - Nothing Like The Holidays) - Edy Rodriguez

(2009 - An Education) - Jack Mellor

(2009 - The Pink Panther 2) - Randall Pepperidge**

(2010 - Prince of Persia: Sands of Time) - Sheik Amar

(2010 - The Sorcerer’s Apprentice) - Maxim Horvath

(2011 - Abduction) - Frank Burton

(2012 - The Forger) - Everly Campbell**

(2012 - Loving Miss Hatto) - Barrie/William Barrington-Coupe

(2014 - Love is Strange) - George Garea**

(2014 - Swelter) - Doc**

(2020 - Promising Young Woman) - Jordan Green*

(2020 - The Water Man) - Jim Bussey*

(2021 - Spiderman: No Way Home) - goes without saying

I haven’t seen the new Cowboy show but I’ll do him too pretty sure (poor choice of words)

#alfred molina #doc ock #this is so long #lol #granted I want to write for a few more but I'm just not familiar enough with the characters #character list #please send requests <3 #I have to write another one for his shows so there'll be another one - this was just very exhausting given his filmography

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doopdevil · 2 years

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daisies and cinnamon | otto octavius x fem!osborn!reader

MASTERLIST | PART TWO

warnings: cursing; mutual pining; age gap; boss & employee relationship; reader is adopted

pairings: otto octavius x fem!osborn!reader

word count: 2,768

summary: he tried so hard not to fall for you. but the moment he held you in his arms, he knew one thing for certain. norman was going to kill him.

a/n: just so u know, i made the reader adopted so the r can be more ambiguous! this idea has been in my head for centuries. there will be a second part as well, and maybe a third if people want it! i’ll be closing requests tonight, so feel free to get one in soon. thank you for reading, and i hope you like it!

edit: also i’m issuing a public apology to my beloved rosie for having her not exist in this fic. to repent i shall prepare several fluffy poly rosie otto and reader fics <3

“Thank you again for arranging this, Hare. I owe you one.” Your grateful statement was made between speedy huffs of breath. You and Harry were a tad late, your older brother graciously scoring you an interview with a personal idol of yours, Otto Octavius. Grad school was no easy feat, especially as a physics major. Although if you submitted a thesis that had cited Dr. Otto Octavius, chances were you’d blow it out of the park during your presentation.

“It’s no problem, besides, someone’s got to be the smart one in this family. It keeps dad happy and off my back.”

“I wish he weren’t so hard on you,” you frowned.

“I know. Ah, here we are!” Harry stretched his arms out in greeting, maintaining the showman persona he had so lovingly constructed over the years. “Otto! My man!”

“Harry Osborn. I see you’re as charming as ever. And I assume this is Y/N?” What Otto had forgotten to add was that you and Harry had been 10 minutes late. It’s not that he disliked Harry, although the boy carried an air of immaturity and arrogance that annoyed him to no end. He couldn’t even retaliate considering Harry was technically his higher-up. Otto couldn’t help but brace himself for another trust-fund recipient spawn of Norman Osborn.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Osborn. It’s an honor to meet you, Dr.Octavius,” you greeted with a small smile, your soft voice contrasting heavily with Harry’s boisterous one. Octavius silently appreciated that trait.

“So, I’ll leave you both to it. Have fun changing the world!” Harry gave you a quick peck on the cheek before swiftly heading off, likely to attend one of many meetings for the day. Ever since he started working with your father, and with you starting grad school, the two of you hadn’t been able to spend time as much time together as you did in the past. This had actually been one of the few times you’d seen him in person for weeks now. The distance made you incredibly uneasy, and aware of something you prayed wouldn’t happen: he was becoming like your father. Although they loved you dearly, they were incredibly busy at times, leaving you lonely more times than you’d prefer. But if they could dive into their work, so could you.

“Thank you so much for this, doctor. Before I show you my thesis, I’d love to learn more about this project of yours. I’ve read up on it for years now, and it still blows me away! I mean, this source of energy would be life-changing. I understand that the mechanical arms are impervious to magnetism, correct? I was thinking that- Oh god. I’m rambling.” Before you could shrink away in embarrassment, he surprised you with a hearty chuckle.

“Please, don’t worry. I’m always delighted to meet people so invested in my work. It’s impressive, actually, I’m sure your father must be proud.”

“Thank you, sir,”

“Otto, please call me Otto.”

You smiled widely at the kind gesture, “Of course, Otto. Now,” you started with a bounce to your feet, “I’d be happy to show you my thesis so far. But please don’t hold back any constructive criticism you have to offer because of my family name. I’d appreciate it if you could approach this as you would with any student.”

“Of course. I can tell that you’re genuinely passionate about this. That’s a rare and important trait to have in this line of work. Let’s get started.”

He didn’t expect you to get any bubblier. Although you seemed to adore his research, you put an entirely new brand of love into your own. You continued to effortlessly explain your work with vigor; making it clear just how much time you had dedicated to it. Otto couldn’t help but admire that. Many students he’s worked with approached their own research with vainglorious pride, seeing intelligence as a mere asset. You, on the other hand, had utilized your intelligence along with your passion. Watching you pour out every nuance and idea you had left him thrilled and more curious as your presentation continued. Although eventually, he found himself more interested in you, rather than the work you had presented to him.

“Y/N. This is incredible. If I’m being completely honest with you, I’d like to work with you more on this. How would you like to fetch a cup of coffee and you could tell me more?”

“That would be amazing, thank you, Otto!” You beamed at him, obviously eager to get to know him more. It was as if the more he spoke to you the more adorably excited you’d get. The second your eyes looked up at his like he was the sun; he knew he was done for.

“I salute you for enduring such a barbaric professor, for me it was Professor Edwards, who taught biology. Despite me being one of his top students, he despised me. To this day I haven’t a clue what I did to piss him off,” he chortled.

“It’s as if having a terrifyingly strict professor is a rite of passage when pursuing science. Younger generations should prepare themselves while they can,” you giggled.

“By then, you could probably be a professor.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes. You’ve got talent, Y/N. You’re going places, and not just because you’re an Osborn.”

His wonderful compliments were going to be the end of you. For the entirety of your coffee shop excursion, Otto had been the epitome of a gentleman. He was an absolute sweetheart outside of work, and the two of you seemed to mutually relish the other's presence. You truly didn’t mean to develop a crush, but it was impossible with how he’d look at you. Although you presumed it was wishful thinking, it was as if he were interested too. You couldn’t care less that he was older, or that he worked for your father. He was one of the first people in a long while to treat you like a person, rather than a pile of cash.

“You know, Y/N, you came into my life at the perfect time. Back at my lab, we’ve been searching far and wide for new talent. If you can, I’d love it if you’d come work with me.”

“You’re joking.”

“Why would I joke about this-” suddenly, the man had been ambushed with a warm hug.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Octavius! I won’t let you down. When do I start?”

He flushed at the sudden contact. You smelled divine, like cinnamon. Your hair was just as soft as he thought it would be. And most of all, he was fucked.

“Y/N! What are you doing up there?”

“I needed to get this book from the top shelf but I couldn’t reach it! I really need it for this question I have!”

“Well, it certainly won’t do you any good in a position like that.” Your grin dropped. Otto was right, this was not a wise decision. There you stood upon two chairs from the lab, on your wobbly tippy toes in an attempt to get the prized book. Finally, in the midst of the precarious battle, you managed to reach for it.

“See, it’s fine Otto! I got it.”

“So I’m assuming you’re just going to read it up there, then?” For a second time, the man you had grown close to had bought you back to reality. Maybe if you took a peek down that would help? The moment your eyes glanced downward you nearly lost your footing, growing more and more unsteady. You would’ve fallen if he hadn’t grabbed your ankle.

“Be steady. Do you trust me?”

The most you could do was nod hastily. Whatever it took to get you off of the wobbly tower you’d do.

“Lean forward a bit. Slowly. Now, give me your hand,” he gently instructed.

Chances were you would’ve fallen from embarrassment after that statement if you weren’t so adamant to get down. With a gulp you complied, letting his larger, calloused hand envelope yours.

“Just keep steady, okay?” You were already feeling better once you were holding his hand, your own welcoming the warmth it radiated immediately. And then he picked you up by the waist. You couldn’t hold in a surprised squeal as he carefully bought you down to the floor. But he didn’t let go. Your body automatically leaned into his touch, despite the panic that rose in your mind. He’s your boss! No matter how nice his fingers felt, clutching your waist with care, you would definitely not fall for him. Unbeknownst to you, the same battle raged in his head.

Once again, you smelled like cinnamon. Your body felt perfect in his hands. Despite fully intending to let go of you, he didn’t want to. With the distance between you, he could kiss you within seconds. He could finally get to know what your lips felt like. Before he could continue spiraling, he forced himself to let go immediately.

Otto released an awkward cough, “Please don’t do that again, as much as I love your work ethic, I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

“Yes! Of course! Thank you!” Before he could say another word, you sped away.

“Y/N Osborn. You can’t tell me that the man who literally carried you, who brings you your favorite coffee every day, who somehow remembers that color you like which you only mentioned once, doesn’t like you back!” Mary-Jane grinned, with a playfully stern tone.

“Yeah, but I’m his boss's daughter. He’s probably doing it to be polite,” you frowned, before promptly shoving your head into the nearest pillow in hopes of hiding.

“Buuuuuut,” she giggled, poking your stomach. “You remember the story of how Harry and I got together, right?”

You released a long groan, “MJ, you’ve told me about it for months now. What’s your point?”

“What I’m trying to say is that Harry and I thought we were just friends. Neither of us thought the other would reciprocate. But once I made a move, it was full proof. If he doesn’t make a move, you’ll have to!”

“I hate this,” you hissed, “And please, please, PLEASE don’t tell Harry.”

“I know, and I won’t. That’s why we’re going to need a plan. At that holiday party next week, you’re gonna take his breath away,” she smirked.

Shifting nervously, you adjusted the strap of the dress MJ had so lovingly chosen for you. It was a silky, cardinal dress, fit for the celebratory occasion. You had to admit, your friend had impeccable taste. Along with a pair of black heels and a simple gold heart pendant, you looked lovely.

Your eyes scanned the room for Otto. Once you noticed a coworker of yours, he pointed you towards his office. After a knock or two on the door, you received a muffled “come in.”

Octavius wasn’t one to cease his work merely because of the holidays. His work was life-changing, it was his everything. And he’d be damned if- oh. His brown eyes widened at your presence. You looked gorgeous to him every day, but this look was on another level. You looked ravishing, your figure seemingly glowing as you stood in the doorway, brightening up his darkened office. He tried his best not to stare for too long, but his efforts were futile once he saw you smile.

“Where have you been, Otto? I was wondering where you were.”

“I’m sorry, dear. I’ve been itching to finish these papers for a while now. And to be honest, I’ve never been one for parties.”

“Me neither. It’s a bit too loud out there for my taste. I wanted to give you something, actually!”

He frowned. You had gotten him a present, you looked for him at the party, and here he was huddled in his office. Otto silently cursed himself for not getting you a present sooner.

“Y/N, you didn’t need to do this.”

“No, I want you to have it! Working with you has been incredible, Otto. And so has your friendship. You’ve helped me come so far, so it’s only natural that I should thank you! Now come on, open it!”

Otto gazed into your eyes for a second, sensing your excitement. He could never say no to your face. With a playful grin, he swiftly ripped open the wrapped gift, before opening the rectangular box on his table. In front of him was a brand new copy of a book he had lost a while ago, the bold title reading: “ASTROPHYSICS FOR PEOPLE IN A HURRY, BY NEIL DEGRASSE TYSON”

“You remembered that I lost this,” he whispered as his hand flipped through the large book.

“Mmhm! I was so surprised that you didn’t have it on your bookshelf! I hope you enjoy it.”

“You’re so sweet, you know that right? And I haven’t even gotten you a gift,” he sighed dejectedly.

You glanced around shyly, “Please, don’t worry about it, Otto. I’m just glad you like it.”

“No. Tell me something you’d like. Anything.”

If only he knew how flustered he was making you. Not confessing soon may very well destroy you from the inside.

“It depends if you’re willing to give it to me…”

“Alright. Just as long as it’s not a Tesla or house. I may have exaggerated a bit when I said everything,” he chuckled.

“It doesn’t cost anything.”

“Oh?”

Hesitantly, you began to move closer towards him, eventually plopping down on the desk in front of him. You hoped that fluttering your lashes and gazing at him would make it obvious. At the moment you felt a bit too shy to say the words.

“Oh. I think I see what you want,” he blushed. Just like that day in the lab, you were incredibly close to him. Although he didn’t smell cinnamon this time. It was daisies.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want this too,” he paused, “But only if you’re comfortable. You know I’m quite a bit older than you, right?”

“I actually don’t mind about that. I was more concerned about my father scaring you away!”

“Well, I could care less what he thinks. I’m not going to let him keep us apart.” His hand reached for yours with nothing but the utmost affection.

Your noses were nearly touching, and both of you felt like bursting into flame. “May I kiss you?”

“Please,” you murmured quietly, inching closer towards him. Once you spoke, he had stood up, his arms pulling you close. His hand rubbed the small of your back fondly, as his other hand cradled your cheek. Finally, after months of anticipation, it had happened. He softly leaned in to kiss you, with a sense of tenderness and love that gave you butterflies. You pulled each other in closer, eager to seal the gap between you both as much as physically possible, to hell with oxygen. Accept this time, he didn’t let you go.

“Someone’s distracted during family dinner,” Norman mumbled, stabbing his fork into the ostentatiously decorated plate of food. It was probably extremely expensive, but Norman wouldn’t want anything less for his dinner.

“Sorry, dad!” You quickly put your phone down.

“Jeez, Y/N, you’ve been distracted all night. Who are you texting so urgently?” Harry smirked, playfully elbowing you. He’d always get cocky when he had a little too much to drink. With a family name as affluent as yours, he could down as many glasses of red wine as he pleased (at least, before Norman would chastise him.) Unfortunately, your brother also had a sense of when you developed feelings for someone. He just had no idea who.

“It’s no one.”

“Are you sure?” He leaned in. “Here it says you’re texting someone called “baby,” followed by several heart emojis. Awe, he misses you! A new friend?”

“I am going to kill you, Harry,” you gritted in irritation.

“What? I’m just curious. Your love life is incredibly entertaining. So who is it, that guy in your quantum theory course? Or is it that cute TA from your last school? Don’t tell me it’s Derek, he’s been trying to get me to give him your number for weeks now. Or is it-”

“Y/N.” Your father always knew how to take the reigns of a conversation. It was inevitable at this point. “Are you dating someone?”

You gulped. “Yeah.”

“It looks like you’re taking after your brother, neglecting to tell me about your romantic endeavors. Tell me, who is he? I think we should meet him soon.”

“Uh… he works for you, actually.”

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Oh my God, someone who writes about my current fixation, I love it (and you, you're awesome)

May I please, please, request a Doc Ock (either TSSM or 2004 movie) X fem!reader that's his lab partner, and while they work the have this Playlist going, and there's one specific song they have to take a break from working and dance with each other? (You know, get the blood flowing again, talk to another person, human contact, pine over the other, the like) (I'm thinking they either tango or waltz together, not alone)

They both obviously like each other, but too either shy or stubborn to say anything. So the dancing gives them both an outlet, a way to fantasize the life they would have together.

(Probably better suited for a Doctor Octavius than a Doc Ock)

(If you can't work with this, feel free to delete, no pressure, I get it)

(Again, you're awesome, ily)

(Also, where did you get your DILF hunting license? I've been doing it under the table for years, would love to go legit)

stoppppp you're too kind~~~~ i love you too anon <33 i gave you some mutual pining with TSSM otto for this bad boy. and i know you didn't ask for it, buttttttt...... i made the playlist for you on spotify!! it helped me write ngl. and about my dilf hunting license, you have to be at least 16 to take the test and get a permit and you have to get a psych eval done issued by the state to ensure that it isn’t just daddy/mommy issues, but if you pass then you’re good to go ;)

Soft Rock Mix ||tssm otto octavius x fem.reader

word count: 1232

summary: Work breaks are healthy. It's important to get up and stretch every so often! Dancing with someone could be a good way to get your blood flowing again... especially if you've been crushing on them for years.

trigger warnings: none :)

“Don’t worry about Osborn.” She frowned. “He’s just… rude.” A reassuring hand rest itself on his shoulder. Otto looked up at her and sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. “I-It’s nothing. I’ve dealt with it for nearly 20 years. A-After all, I’m getting paid, aren’t I?” He slowly let a smile hint at his lips, causing her to guiltily smile in response and look back ahead of her. “You do a pretty darn good job here, Doctor. I just wish you were treated with the respect you deserve.” Taking open strides to the radio sitting on an open desk not far away, she plucked a CD from the sleeve book. It had “soft rock mix!” written neatly in sharpie on one side. Otto turned back to the work table, a now-lifeless actuator layed in a straight line in front of him. He heard the first chords of Bennie and the Jets begin to hum inside the lab and he couldn’t help but smile to himself, his cheeks warming.

The Soft Rock Mix was Otto’s favorite. It was one that he always found himself nodding his head to no matter how he was feeling. His assistant knew him well, though, that was to be expected after nearly five years of working at his hand. Otto pulled a welding mask over his face and burned the connectors together inside of the arms. Yn shuffled back to the table of her own and continued working. Osborn typically left a negative wake after any visits to the laboratory, but ever since Yn began to work with Otto… each time became a bit more bearable. A soft hum playing at her lips (she’d heard this mixtape many times now), she let her head nod in rhythm with Elton John’s keyboard. Her fingers danced across her own, less musical keyboard, typing out the progress report that Osborn had so desperately desired.

“. . . The work shown by Doctor Octavius and Doctor Ln -”

no, no… that’s not right. Click click click click click…

“. . . by Doctor Octavius will be listed here in full detail, as follows.”

Her back ached, as did most Oscorp scientists’, but with a deadline to be met for a full report that very night, there wasn’t much else she could do other than slump over and get it done. It always eased her, however, to look up and see her superior gently swaying to the mixtape he somehow never seemed to grow old of. If it hadn’t meant so much to him, she probably wouldn’t ever bother with it. He tapped his foot following the beat as another song she’d memorized faded out, and the gentle synth signaling the beginning of Billy Idol’s Eyes Without a Face poured in. Catching her attention, Otto swiftly walked to the radio and turned the volume up a bit. When he turned back around, he was grinning from ear to ear until he caught her humored gaze. He quickly flushed red and shrunk down a bit. “No, no! Don’t back down now.” She giggled, standing up from her computer chair and popping her back. “Here, may I?” She approached him gingerly and took his hands. “Wh-What??” His cheeks burned a bright crimson and she led him to an open spot in the laboratory.

She intertwined her fingers with his own and began breathing her breaths a bit quicker. Otto was at a complete loss, only able to follow her lead as the two of them ambled along into a sort of waltzing position. “Know how to dance?” She asked him, beginning to sway before giving him the chance to answer her. Luckily for her, he did! A gushing stuttering mess, he gently moved his feet in time with hers as the spun around the floor, labcoats flowing like expensive tailcoats and ballgowns. Otto couldn’t help but look at her hands which graced his own with their touch. Her skin was cold and soft, fingers slipping between his with delightful comfort and simplicity; though the feelings shared were anything but simple.

“You’re pretty smooth, Doctor!” She giggled, him revelling in her praises. “O-Oh, stop that.” He murmured, shying his gaze to the floor with a bashful grin. She pulled him a bit closer and softly nudged his chin up to look at her, and when he looked up once again he could have sworn he had seen the most genuine, loving glint in her eye. Maybe it was just the lights from the tanks full of acid or the flashing of buttons from panels on the wall, but the colors melted together into a visual cacophony that filled his heart so full he couldn’t help but let it spill back out; in the form of a soft gasp. “Everything okay?” She asked him, startled. “Y-Yes…! I-I’m… Everything’s perfect.” He stumbled in his words trying to piece together fragments of what he truly wanted to say. Her lips curled into a soft unconvinced smile, but she shook her head and dropped it. “A-Are you a fan of Billy Idol, too?” Otto asked her, desperately scrambling to fill the silence his catastrophic slip-up had left behind.

“I only know him thanks to you.” She replied, moving her hand down to his shoulder. She wondered, fruitlessly, if he liked to dance at home as well. Would they dance together like this if they lived together? Able to take him by the hands and waltz around the kitchen whenever they wanted, wearing whatever they wanted. They wouldn’t be confined by labcoats and nametags and button-ups and slacks. There would be no need for closed-toe shoes or long socks. Only pajama pants and t-shirts and maybe some house shoes if the tile felt particularly chilly that evening. The idea of living with Doctor Octavius made her face grow red and her smile reach her teeth in a shy recoil. “W-What are you smiling about?” He allowed himself to laugh with her as they swayed, meeting her gaze in the dim light of the buzzing LEDs. “You’re just a lot of fun to be around. Did you know that?” She quickly responded, completely avoiding the topic of her thoughts. The two had much in common. Otto’s eyes felt half-lidded after the compliment. “F-Fun? I-I wouldn’t say that. I’ve n-never been very fun. Y-Y-You, h-however…” Unable to complete his sentence, he trailed off in hopes she could connect the dots herself.

“Fun is ambiguous. I think you’re fun just the way you are.” She said, smirking down at him. “W-Why are you so insistent on flustering me…?” He said breathily, hardly able to stand on his own two feet. She spun around under his arm and grinned. “Because it’s fun.” She let her hands slip from his and she returned to her desk as the song faded away in a dwindling murmur of synth chords. Otto watched her as she took the same, long strides back to her chair and he couldn’t help but look upon her with the most fervent of admiration. Being honest with himself, it was more than that. There wasn’t one word he could think of to really explain how he felt about her, and so he stuck to what he typically did. He shuffled bashfully back to his workbench and picked up his torch again. Late nights were late nights, of course; but with Yn around? Like Osborn, they became a bit more bearable each time.

chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/ybkayley/691215016131706880?source=share

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