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dainty-fingertips · 2 years

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I looove your work about Otto! Would you maybe consider doing something where the reader works for him as a practice for university or something and is severely touch starved and lonely? And whenever someone touches her, she jumps and Otto thinks it's because she doesn't want to be touched but in reality she just feels worse afterwards and doesn't want people to know? And one evening she sees someone get hugged by him (maybe an old friend or something) and just breaks down because she's in love with him but can't imagine him returning her feelings? With a happy ending, please?

Okay, so that's a bit much and I totally get when you don't want to do that..

Thank you anyways so much for providing great content to us! Have a wonderful week! :)

see little openers and closers like that make me tear up :,) this ended up being like three times as long as any of my other oneshots so I hope you enjoy it, friend!!

Patience as a Virtue ||otto octavius x fem.touch-starved.reader

word count: 3464

summary: Two lucky students from MIT are selected for in-person training with renowned Oscorp scientist, Dr. Otto Octavius. Peter Parker, and Yn Ln. Yn is a woman who is rather selective in her affections and often doesn't show her love in physical ways, which has caused her to be a bit of a loner her entire life. Working with doctor Octavius seems to have opened up something she never knew was inside of her before, however...

trigger warnings: crying, but with comfort

“Yep, thanks.” She gave Gwen a soft pat on the shoulder, but the blonde didn’t catch the discomfort in her words. Gwen took her arms from around her and waved softly as she walked away. “See you next week!” She called, jogging out of the foyer of MIT. An uneasy sigh slipped past Yn’s lips and she slipped her binder into her bookbag. Gwen Stacy had been tutoring her on calculus for the past month or so, and the two had become relatively close. Gwen was a hugger; Yn was not. Zipping the bag and sliding it over her shoulder, she nodded at the janitor who had begun to mop the floors. The gesture was returned and followed by a slightly hoarse “Safe travels.”, To which she replied “As always.” No clue how it happened, but at some point, her and the lanky old janitor had become buddies, too. Apparently he had overheard her conversation with Dr Connors about assisting Otto Octavius in his lab for credits, and he came to her after she left mentioning how he used to work for him.

The janitor worked for Otto about 10 years ago as an assistant scientist before he retired and began doing simple janitorial work at the school. He told her that Otto was a wonderful employer in a variety of ways, including his kindness. He cared fully about his assistants and was the best in his field, so she should have no trouble with him. Oh, how right he’d been. She had never looked forward to something quite as much as she looked forward to going to his lab on the weekends. In fact, she even had her own Oscorp ID badge that she carried around thanks to him. It wasn’t a very long walk from MIT to the Oscorp tower, only a couple of blocks following the flow of pedestrians. It bordered on being stormy, with a rumbling sky overcast and monochrome; but she felt anything but dreary. Her heart pumped excitedly at the thought of the doctor. How would he greet her today? Would he make her coffee like last week? Coffee from him tasted better than any café in Manhattan.

Entering the elevator inside Oscorp tower, she began her slow journey to the fourth floor to go see Otto. She turned and looked at herself in the reflective walls inside the elevator, using her fingers to thumb her hair into the best possible position. Her outfit was unwrinkled, and with her hair in place, she was able to make sure that she looked her best upon entering the lab. The doors opened and she stepped out onto the white tile, turning left to approach the double doors to Octavius’s lab. She pushed them open and noticed the usual bustling of technicians and murmur of the mathematicians, and the humble figure of doctor Octavius hunched over his desk with a paper cup half full of a Jamaican blend. Cream and sugar, she’d learned he liked. She weaved through the other scientists and approached the doctor, setting her bag down at her feet. He seemed to hear her before she even said a word, because he quickly smiled up at her and stood up.

“You should have sent me a text! I could have met you outside with an umbrella!” Were his immediate words. He pulled her hand into a warm shake. “You aren’t cold, are you?” He asked. She shook her head assuringly and grabbed his hand in response. Handshakes were something she didn’t quite mind so much, especially not the doctor’s. He never prolonged them for more than a couple of seconds. “I’m just fine, doctor. And it isn’t raining yet.” She laughed softly. Otto looked at her strangely and turned his head to the window. It had begun to drizzle when she had entered the elevator, apparently. “Well, it wasn’t when I was outside.” She corrected, shrugging lightly. “I’m just glad you aren’t wet. You can get quite sick in the rain.” He sighed, motioning for her to follow him. “Did you have Connors today?” He asked her, fetching her lab coat for her. She shook her head, taking off her school-branded sweatshirt, leaving her in a t shirt. “No, I don’t have him on Fridays.” Otto tutted disappointedly and swiftly approached the resident laboratory Keurig to brew her a cup.

“What a shame. How’s he doing?” He inquired. She leaned against the counter, buttoning her coat. “He seems to be doing just fine. Says Parker and I are his best students.” Though the statement was made passively and nonchalant, Otto couldn’t help but grin at her and bring attention to it. “Out of your class, or just that period? Makes sense, since the two of you were selected.” He asked her, tilting his head forward slightly. “Oh, ah… I’m not sure. He didn’t specify,” She replied back, slightly embarrassed. “I’m not surprised Parker was grouped with you. He’s a brilliant boy. I just wish he had your work ethic.” He chuckled, quickly adding a “Don’t tell him I said that.” before he got himself in trouble.

She smiled softly, a blush biting at her cheeks. “It’s our secret, and thank you for the compliment.”

The two of them chatted aimlessly at anything and everything, but nothing all the same. It was very domestic conversation for a relationship like theirs. Otto discussed simple home-life things as well as what progress they’d made that week, and she talked about her classes and friends. It surprised her how invested he always seemed in such mundane things, like her hobbies; however simple or complex they may be, Otto was a nuclear physicist. His lab work was infinitely more interesting than her simple college-life interests. But this, she had considered, was probably one of the reasons she found herself so attracted to him. A man with his status and schedule always made sure to take time to talk shop with her before they began their work? That fact alone will do wonders for anyone’s self esteem.

Otto’s kindness had touched her on more than one occasion, and as a result, she found herself gaining an affection for the doctor like she’d never had with anyone else. He handed her the cup he’d brewed for her and they walked back to his desk as their conversation dwindled down to a comfortable close, and from the grave rose a new one. One about work and science, chemistry and physics; their specialized fields. Peter quickly walked in the door, definitely wet but not quite soaked. He had probably ran here. Otto and Yn waved at him, and the doctor excused himself for a moment to go greet him. While he and Peter were chatting, grabbing coats, and brewing coffee, Yn began to set up the evenings tests they had agreed on the week before.

The night came quickly, faster than either she or Otto would have liked. Peter’s aunt was waiting for him at home, and so he never could stay for very long; tonight, though, he decided to stay back and help clean up. Those two were always the last in the lab with Octavius, and most of the time it was only Yn; the doctor was always accompanied during closing, either way. She and the doctor were making the smallest of adjustments as Peter pushed in chairs and organized papers. “Thank you for staying late tonight, my boy.” Otto said, standing upright and turning to face him. “Don’t you know it’s impolite to leave a busy lady to do all the work?” He continued teasingly, earning a comically unamused look from her and a bashful stutter from Peter.

“I-I’m sorry, doc. It’s just, my aunt May, you know…” Otto chuckled softly and approached him with Yn when they finished. “I’m only teasing, my boy. Yn here is more than capable.” His simple praises made her heart grow a bit lighter each time. He smiled down at her before looking back at Peter, and then back at her, and then back at Peter. He seemed conflicted. “...You know what? I think the two of you should get together for a nice dinner some time.” The two students panicked and she and Peter both frantically refuted the suggestion. “We’re just friends! Acquaintances! We only met because of this lab deal!” And again the doctor only grinned, patting Peter on the shoulder. He almost seemed... excited. If Yn’s head could explode, it probably would have. She so badly wanted to say something clever, something witty to get back at him; but she only stood and covered her eyes with one of her hands. She wanted to go out for a nice dinner with Otto, not Peter!

“Alright, alright. Let’s go, you two.” He said, motioning to the door, shoving aside his sudden bout of joy at the news she didn’t feel that way about Peter. The lab had since emptied out and so Peter and Yn had ease walking to the coat lockers without worrying about bumping shoulders with an ornery technician. “Sorry about that…” Peter mumbled quietly to her. She only shook her head with an awkward grin. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry.” He laughed dryly and licked his lips, looking down at the floor. “Ah, if you… if you would, uh, if you WOULD like to go out to dinner with me some time,” her throat tightened. “I’m sorry, Peter.” She responded, hanging her lab coat up. He sighed and nodded, dropping the topic. “Thanks for the offer, though.” She offered a sympathetic smile and the two of them made their way back to Otto, who had already hung his coat up before them. He noticed Peter’s dejected expression, and looked at him with eyes that read sympathy.

The three of them left the building and got in the elevator, slowly descending the lower part of the tower before exiting into the foyer. The all stepped into the luxuriously decorated lobby of the Oscorp tower, illuminated by a glass chandelier and several warm lights overhead. She and Otto And Peter (the doctor acting unknowingly as a buffer between them to prevent awkward contact) walked to the door, when suddenly a thought struck Yn; she had left her sweatshirt in the lab. “Oh, shoot. Hey, doctor Octavius?” She quickly said, stopping. He turned to look at her curiously. “Yes?” He inquired. “I left my sweatshirt in the lab. Can I go and grab it?” She asked him, relishing the gorgeously curious wide eyes of the doctor. “Of course. One moment, I’ll go with you.” He stated, turning to Peter.

Their conversation quieted down, and she took that as a silent ask for her to go wait by the elevator. She turned and made her way to the leftmost elevator, the one they’d come from, and she watched the interaction play out. Otto in his soft maroon turtleneck talking to Peter, who looked just as lost as you were. In the glimmering light from the chandelier, his dark hair caught a light that almost made it seem like he were glowing. She finally was able to admire him from a distance without him noticing, and he truly was the most handsome man she had ever had the pleasure of being around. And she got to work for him, how lucky was she? She noticed his arm reach into his back pocket and grab an envelope that he handed to Peter.

At first, Peter tried to decline it, but Otto insisted. He took Peter’s hand and placed the envelope in it himself. Whatever the doctor was saying seemed to really surprise Peter. Surprise him enough to take it and stare at the envelope in disbelief. Otto smiled softly at him, said something she couldn’t hear, and Peter replied with something she couldn’t hear either. But from reading his lips, it looked like a “Thank you.”, and she watched as Peter received a hug from him. Peter hugged back, tightly grasping the envelope in his hand. She then realized in that moment that the envelope probably contained money. Rent, maybe? She also realized something else, then, too. That she was very much touch-starved and she was very much in love with Otto Octavius.

The more she watched them, the lonelier she felt. She felt chills travel up from her feet through her legs and torso and all the way to her face, and she began to breath a bit heavier. She quickly pressed the button on the elevator and she went to the lab herself to grab her sweatshirt. She saw herself in the reflection of the elevator mirror and covered her mouth and she felt hot tears begin to fall. Never in her life had she wanted to be hugged before. Never had she had a desire to be touched. But now, she didn’t know what to think. She passed the second floor. A hug from the doctor would be so fulfilling. It would be so warm and so assuring, she knew she could sit in his embrace for hours if given the chance. She wiped her eyes, but the tears didn’t stop. She passed the third floor. It wouldn’t be forced or uncomfortable, too long or too short, and maybe they’d even kiss. She reached the fourth floor. A kiss from doctor Octavius…

She opened the lab and stumbled inside, bleary-eyed and trying her best to breath. There was no way, she concluded, that the doctor could love her, too. She was 20, he had at least 30 years on her. That didn’t bother her, but it might bother him. She wanted to love him. She wanted to hold him in her arms and have him smile down at her like he always did and tuck her hair behind her ears while he told her how much he loved her, too. Her sweatshirt was folded on the counter by the coat locker. She grabbed it, but she couldn’t bring herself to put it on. She tucked it into her chest with one arm and she covered her mouth with the other and continued to sob into her hand. God, how badly could one person desire to be held?

It wasn’t selfish. It couldn’t have been. She had barely ever been hugged because she pushed it away. But now she wanted it! She needed to be in somebodies arms, and it needed to be the doctor’s. And if this was selfish, than by God, she would let herself be selfish.

The door opened.

“Yn?” Otto called to her. She quickly sniffled and wiped her face. It was dark, so hopefully he wouldn’t be able to tell. “Hey, doctor. I went ahead a-and… and I came and got it.” She said, straining her voice to try and sound as normal as she could. “Yn, are you crying?” He asked frantically, turning on the front lights by the lockers. She was walking toward him with puffy eyes. “N-Nah, no I’m fine.” She strained an uneasy chuckle into the air. Otto quickly met her where she stood, placing a concerned hand on her shoulder. “Dear, what’s happened?” He insisted. He caught how she shivered into his touch, and so he quickly removed his hand; he’d forgotten she didn’t like physical contact.

However, he also caught her lingering gaze on his hand before tears began to fall again. “D-Doctor, this is going to b-be really weird,” she sniffed again, dropping her sweatshirt from her shaking fingers. “B-But can you give me a hug?” He realized then. He and Peter hugging must have triggered this. He picked up her sweatshirt from the floor of his lab, looked at her with sad eyes and a tight, pitying smile, and slowly pulled her into an embrace. She gripped the fabric of his sweater and began sobbing all over again. He was so big and warm, he felt like a blanket with arms and body heat and fingers that softly rubbed her back and a voice that whispered soft nothings to her that told her she was alright. He was more than a blanket. He was more than a pillow she would hold close at night. He was a person, and she was finally able to hug him. She was finally able to be held in someone’s arms without discomfort.

“Doc…Doctor, I-I’m so sorry--” She choked out, pulling her face from being buried in his sweater; but Otto put a finger to her lips and told her no. “Don’t apologize, my dear.” He said, moving his arms to hold both her shoulders. “What caused the sudden change?” He asked, just to be sure he wasn’t assuming things. She sniffled again, bringing her hand to her face to wipe her eyes again. “I think… I think seeing you and Peter being such good friends for so long. A-And I think tonight, when you both hugged, it just… I realized how lonely I was. Not just physically. Romantically and emotionally.” She swallowed thickly. “You and Peter and… and Gwen sort-of and the janitor, Mr… God, I can’t even remember his name.” She laughed weakly. “You four are the only people I can say I’m friends with. I wish… I wish I could have had this epiphany in high school, so I could've maybe had a boyfriend. I know, I’m a sad excuse for someone my age.”

Otto shook his head again and pulled her into another embrace, this one without her crying as much. She was mostly just recovering, now. “You’re only 20, my dear. You’re no excuse for anything. I have to say, I’m honored I was able to help you.” He said, placing a firm hand on her upper back and the other on her lower. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “If only you knew.” She mumbled, closing her eyes tightly before opening them again and blinking away the last of her tears. “Knew what?” He asked. “How much you’ve actually helped me.” She cleared her throat, not moving an inch. “If it wasn’t weird, I’d say that…” she caught her tongue, but it was already too late. Otto waited a moment, and pressed on though he was a victim of what he was sure was wishful thinking. “Say that what, dear?” He asked. She couldn’t see it, but he was smiling softly. He had a hopeful glimmer in his deep brown eyes.

“...”

“You aren’t going to scare me away if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“... I’d say that I liked you.”

To save face she downplayed her true feelings slightly. She knew very well the answer she was going to get, but tonight already hadn’t gone according to plan. Why not go ahead and get this one out of the- “Oh, thank God.” He breathed shakily, holding her a bit tighter. “...What?” She asked, looking over at his head. He pulled away from her , holding her shoulders again with amber cheeks and a relieved smile on his lips. “I do too.” He crowed, looking down at his feet in embarrassment. “Y-You do?” She repeated, voice near inaudible. “I didn’t want to be weird.” He laughed. “Doctor, I…” She couldn’t think of words to say to convey the somersaults her heart was doing. Her chest tightened and her eyes flickered back and forth between his.

“You look like you don’t believe me.” He mused, looking back up at her with a small embarrassed grin. “I-I… I mean, part of me does.” She responded, looking away in near-complete disbelief. “...Doctor, do you… mean that?” She insisted. He moved his hand to gently tug her chin back to face him, leading her to look back into his slightly lidded eyes. “Do you want me to prove it to you?” Her words got caught in her throat. She couldn’t formulate a response as her cheeks nearly caught fire. Instead, she decided to be brave. She leaned up to him slowly, hesitantly, cautiously. This was uncharted territory. The doctor smiled down at her and leaned her to meet her in the middle, their lips pressing together with the tenderness of tulips.

First kiss at 20… better late than never, right?

Otto kept his hands on her shoulders the entire time. The kiss didn’t last but only for a mere 3 or 4 seconds, but the poor girl looked like she was going to pass out. A kiss from doctor Octavius… it still seemed so outlandish, so unreal. “Are you okay?” He asked her, raising one hand to cup her warm cheek. “I’m… I’m great, doctor.” Otto smiled in relief, carefully placing another kiss to her forehead. “You may call me Otto, dear.” He told her in sappy confidence. Maybe, just maybe, a nice dinner with the doctor wouldn’t be too outlandish of a request, after all. She smiled up at him a real, genuine smile. One that only Otto could bring out. “I thought my luck had peaked when I got selected for this program.” She laughed, sniffling one last time. “Fate holds hidden luck for us all. We must simply be patient enough to receive it.” He sighed, happily stroking her cheek with his thumb and fighting back tears of his own.

“Patience has always been a virtue of mine.” She mentioned with a grin.

“I think you’ve taught me how to make it one of mine, as well.” He replied, smiling equally as wide.

#doctor octopus x reader #doc ock x reader #x reader #doctor octopus #marvel x reader #otto octavius #alfred molina #doc ock #otto octavius x reader #raimi spider man #god i love dilfs #alfred molina x reader #alfred molina marry me #my red flag is proofreading my work after i upload it #I JUST REALIZED ITS 3:12 AM OMFG BYE GOOD NIGHT

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snock-ock · 1 year

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1994 Doc Ock

Raimi Doc Ock

\<_<\ Maybe1994Venom?

(Ignoreifheisn'tahyperfixation)

OK SO! Sorry for only getting to this now, I forgot about this and found it half finished in my notes app today lol 💀💀 here are some headcanons tho, I don't know too much about venom sadly so I might get back to writing some later but I can't promise!

NOW. Where do I even start.

(I wasn't sure what hcs you would like so I just went with things that came to my mind!)

1994 Otto my beloved.

- Not much of a hc but ohhh I believe he's so easy to fluster. One little compliment and he's beet red and totally forgets what he was talking about! Stuttering and glasses fogging up, this man doesn't know how to handle affection!

- He'd probably ramble a litte about his inventions if you're someone he's okay with having around. He's so into it, he only notices after ten minutes of science talk! Probably crosses his arms and coughs, totally trying not to act like he's embarrassed.

- Probably........such a goofball on the inside. He's all tough and a crazy villain, there's no way he's soft!.........but I think he'd be if you'd get to know him a little better! Give him one little thing you own and don't see as important AND YOU KNOW he'd use it as a lucky charm or something....it would be always on his desk!!!

- Would probably......wear pretty turtlenecks. This might just be a great headcanon to a turtleneck enjoyer like me but. GOD. He'd look amazing, okay?! He probably didn't really wear them before going villain mode but after that? Ohh boy, it's probably the only kind of shirt he DOES wear when he's not in his suit. He'd get such an ego boost if he catches you ogling him...

Raimi Otto. What can I say about him that hasn't been said before.

Well there is one thing I've been saving for another post but it fits well to this one so I shall spill :)

- Raimi Otto. Has such a big coat. Humongous. So big and warm with sooo many pockets! It might be a liiittle out of character but I like the idea of him keeping a bunch of stray kittens in them <3

- He just found them one day while trying to hide from the public- they're wet and cold and look a little too thin for his liking. He might not be the good man he was before but he still has a heart. - He decides to keep them, only temporarily until he's sure he can safely transport them to one of the windows of the shelter. In the meantime they give him the best company he had in weeks. Lots of little friends walking around his desk, exploring. More than once did an actuator have to catch one of them and put them in one of the coat pockets when they tried to jump off the desk.

- He'd be all soft with the kittens, smiling to himself when they're doing something silly or gently patting them when they're napping on some papers. He'd definitely flinch a little if you call out for his name... normally the actuators would immediately alert him if something or someone would approach him but soft moments like that bring him back to a simpler time.

Hope these were nice to read! Headcanon or scenario requests (no nsfw) are open so feel free to shoot me an ask and I'll try my best to write to em!

#doc ock #otto octavius #doctor octopus #spider-man #doc ock headcanons #headcanons #doc ock x reader #raimi doc ock #1994 doc ock

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schiz0preniczz · 2 years

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The power of the sun in between my balls

Otto Octavious 🐙☀️

#otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #green goblin #norman osborn #doc ock #doc oct #harry osborn meme #Harry Osborn #Osborn #mcu #raimi verse

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fluffcakeproductions · 2 years

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Ah yes. Me, my girlfriend, and her $500 dollar giant reversible octopus plush.

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nebel-ist-fur-alle-da · 1 year

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I am in fact proceeding with my writing, so much things happened.

I moved from my home, I found a nice job, and I am slowly realizing that the potential in my life is so much more than doing things feeling guilty because for someone (my mom) I should not do them.

I can simply coock whatever I want and it's amazing, I count do this before.

And after this I slowly found my inspiration and I am constantly fighting myself about writing: I have to write everything, and if it is not perfect, it will be, it's just another piece of the puzzle. This concept escaped me for so many years, I kept coming back to my old habits because of the situation I lived in. Was not a bad situation, but I needed my space to be me, without judgment.

Soon there will be a new chapter of my fic "can you hear me say your name forever": it will not be perfect, but it will be mine and will be part of my great journey in writing. And I must accept every bit I write for this.

Maybe it will be shit, but we do not beta read and go down like heroes.

Part of it is on paper and part on my phone, this will be fun.

I fill new again, and I wanted to share this here, my second journal.

Love you all✨

#doc ock x reader #doc ock #otto octavius x reader #doctor octavius #spider man 2 #sam raimi #alfred molina #this is my personal space to be happy #and i want so bad to go back and tell myself from ten years ago that in the end it will be glorious #every bad day and every anger #in the end maybe something good did #make me more conscious about me and what i needed to do to make me feel ok #ok bye too much feels now #can you hear me say your name forever

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a-library-of-old · 6 months

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Mmmmm feeling like writing for Otto, anyone wanna send me a req or ides perhaps huhuhu???

#raimi otto octavius x reader #raimi otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #doc oct #doc ock x reader #doc ock #spider man 2

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edith-hyde · 1 year

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I saw ur post about the x readers! I love both Norman and otto, they my boys. Is there anyway you could possibly do a lil story where the reader has a god awful migraine, I’ve been dealing with one for the past 4 days, and I’m dying rn. Like what do you think he’d do when his S/O gets a bad migraine? If you don’t wanna write it it’s okay! I still love u and ur stories nonetheless! 🤍

I am sorry to hear about the migraine :( I know your pain all too well. I hope these little shorts bring you some comfort. Get some rest and drink plenty of water!

NORMAN OSBORN

Norman entered the room and flipped on the light. You instantly groaned, rolling away from the glaring torture that was the lamp. Norman scowled, staying rooted by the door.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?”

“Turn it off,” you wined, “I’ve got a migraine.”

The light disappeared, plunging you back into the blessed darkness. You sighed with slight relief, though the pain still seared through your head. You honestly wanted to throw up because it hurt so bad. There was very little that was likely to bring you comfort, but Norman still tried.

Approaching the bed with purpose, Norman sat next to you and pulled you into his lap. He pet your hair which strangely soothed the pain within your skull.

“Would you like me to get you anything?” he whispered, “We’ve been working on some new painkillers at work…”

“I’m not really in the mood to take experimental drugs,” you moaned.

“Fair enough. Just… tell me what I can do.”

“Just hold me. It’ll pass in a few hours.”

Norman readjusted himself so that he was braced against the headboard. He continued to stroke your hair until you finally fell asleep. Your last thoughts were of Norman. You were so thankful to have him.

OTTO OCTAVIUS

The searing pain of a migraine was the last thing you wanted. Curling up into a ball, you begged God for mercy.

And that mercy came in the form of Otto.

He stuck his head into your room, pausing when he saw that the light was off. Just looking at you once told him exactly what was wrong. He left only to return with a bottle of water and an icepack. Without a word, he sat on the edge of the bed and placed the ice against your temple. Relief spread through your cranium and you sighed. Rolling over to look at Otto, he smiled at you in the darkness. His actuators swirled in the air, grabbing your covers to pull them up to your shoulders. Grabbing Otto’s massive hand with both of yours, you forced a smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “You always know what I need.”

“Of course. Be sure to drink some water. They say it helps.”

You accepted the water bottle and took a swig. Otto went to leave but you groaned in protest.

“Stay with me for a while? Till I fall asleep?”

“If that’s what you want.”

You scooched over to allow Otto some more space on the bed. He awkwardly sat against the headboard, his metallic tentacles draping themselves wherever they could fit. You crawled into his lap, resting your head on his leg. Hesitantly, he placed his hand on your shoulder. You gave a happy hum and closed your eyes.

“Thanks Otto… you’re the best.”

“If you say so.”

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dainty-fingertips · 2 years

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Hey can I request a raimi! Otto octavius x abused female reader. I also completely understand if you are not comfortable with this

this became personal to me, I'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted but it means a lot to me. thank you for requesting <:) reader has PTSD, my first hurt/comfort

How the World Works ||doc ock x fem. reader

word count: 1308

summary: Doctor Octopus has a talk with his hostage that leaves them both a bit misty-eyed.

trigger warnings: vague talk of abuse (type unspecified), PTSD, crying

“Tell me,” He said, turning to face her fully. He sat in a rolling chair across from her in his dilapidated laboratory by the river. “Why do you look so lost?” He asked her, clasping his gloved hands together. “Every time I spare you a glance, you… You’re staring off into nothing, wide-eyed.” She couldn’t help but shake her head dismissively and smile at him. “Didn’t I tell you I could see ghosts, Doc?” She said, doing her best to dissolve some of the tension in the poor doctor’s voice; but he didn’t laugh. In fact, he looked sadder. She paused and followed with a sigh. “It’s nothing important, really. I just tend to space out.” She smiled at him, sitting back in her seat. “My fear, however,” He began, leaning forward. “Is that there is more to it than you’re letting on.” He insisted lowly. “Please, be honest with me,” he continued, rolling the chair closer to her. “What’s going on?”

And here, she realized, there was a reason he had a doctorate and she did not. Her smile faltered and her expression became stoic, cold. “Why?” She asked. The doctor paused for a moment himself, unsure. Why was this important to him? She was a hostage. This girl was only here so he could lure Spider-Man to his death. Something intrigued the doctor about her. Maybe this was why. The actuators sure had a lot to say about her, enough for Otto to verbally command them to shut up; followed by a swift reassurance that it wasn’t meant for her. “Doctor, it isn’t something I like to talk about. Surely you understand.” Otto sighed. “I do, but don’t call me Shirley.” and her smile came back in the smallest of fragments. The sight relieved Otto some; maybe this would make her more comfortable to talk.

“Listen.” She began, holding her hand out to him. “If you want to know? I’ll tell you.” He took note of the newfound wavering in her voice. “Very well.” She took a deep breath in, her lungs expanding in a sort of nervousness she didn’t often get the luxury of feeling. Where to begin…

“Things happened to me that I don’t typically like to think about.” She murmured, motioning lightly with her hands for emphasis. “But sometimes… sometimes my brain makes me think about them. And I can’t stop my brain from making me think about them, because my body just… it shuts down when I do.” She cups her hands together as she speaks, staring down at her fingers instead of at the doctor. “It’s been a while, don’t worry. Some years since it happened, actually.” Letting out a shaky sigh, she trudged on. “But when I space out, and I start to remember, I get just as scared and…a- and just as sad, and just as angry as I was back then. It isn’t diluted by passing time as it should be. It’s… like I’m still there.” Otto couldn’t bring himself to press for details. Not right now, they’d come with time. But, he began to think, whoever hurt her… they’d be given a visit.

“And you feel as isolated at that moment as you did back then?” He inquired carefully. She nodded slowly in response. “Even though I’ve never really been so alone since then, I can’t help but… fear the worst, you know? What if it happens again? What if I can’t see the signs this time?” Otto put a hand over her own. “You simply cannot.” He said quietly. “W-What?”

“Yn, if you live your life amidst a sea of ‘What-ifs’, you will drown. It is a battle you will simply lose each time you try to fight. Though it isn’t completely hopeless, you see; wounds will always heal. Look at me, for example. Most would see these actuators as a nuisance, a reason for bother; but I do not! I have been able to take control of them, and I have been able to do all of this!” He turned and made a sweeping motion to the large four-pronged reactor he’d built from scraps. “Any poor situation can be solved with a bit of sweat, some patience, and a line of poetry.” He squeezed her hand softly between his own two. “Are you a fan of literature, Yn?” He asked her. “W-” “Don’t bother answering. Come here.”

He led her to the base of the machine across the old warehouse, smiling fondly. “Look upon this fusion reactor. I lost my lab, my funding, and even my wife. I was given these mechanical appendages for what, at first, I believed to be a curse. But they were the reason I was able to bring this machine back to life!” He exclaimed, clearly proud of himself. “I was able to find a way to work through what had happened to me. I’m still not where I deserve to be, but look what I’ve done for myself using these. I believe you can do the same, Yn.” He turned to see a stray tear falling from her eye as she gazed upon the machine. “Yn,” He said, carefully approaching her and wiping her cheek. “You will be great, too. I can see it in your eyes.”

Her eyes were puffy and red and crying more than they had been moments ago, but that didn’t matter to either of them. She rubbed her face and choked down the sobs that were crawling up her strained throat. “Th-” She sniffed, wiping her nose. “They really mislabeled you, Doctor.” She choked out beneath the tears. “Don’t make this about me, you little minx.” He allowed a warm smile to cross his lips, placing his hands softly on her shoulders. She laughed a sort of amalgamation. A Frankenstein of sobs and laughter, of thanks and apologies. Who would have thought the one person to give her the time of day would be a man she’d never met before?

She covered her face in her shaking hands and allowed herself to cry. To really, actually cry. Otto came close to her and rested his chin on her head, wrapping his arms around her. His coat was warm and his skin was soft. He smelled like a mixture of cigars and leather and river water. It was a peculiar scent, wasn’t it? She didn’t move, she only sobbed. Years and years of memories and feelings, fights and loneliness, fear and sadness; it all came crashing down from a feigning mask of humor. To Otto, the question he had posed to himself earlier grew to show its own answer. She was a puzzle, an equation. One he wanted - no, needed - to solve. She felt like fireflies on a summer evening in Central Park, like fresh snow on the ground outside of his lab in the winter.

And Otto began to cry, too. He clutched her in his arms and he realized how much this girl had grown to mean to him. In only a few short days, he realized he would fight tooth and nail to keep her safe and healthy and alive with him. He thought about their banter, their jokes, her words of kindness and affirmation and he wept. He placed a hand on the back of her head and the two of them cried together. “T-Thank you, doctor.” She whispered breathily into him. Otto didn’t give a response verbally, but he held her a bit tighter in his arms.

When it was over, and they’d both exhausted their tears, they looked at each other and began to smile. Their smiles began soft, broken laughter, and they hugged each other again; but it wasn’t a hug for them to cry into this time. They laughed and they wiped their eyes and noses and they began to realize that the world had a strange way of working.

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I surprised there's no fluff x child reader with Otto Octavius cause since I'm rewatched Sam Raimi's Spider Man 2, he's so gentle with Rosie so I thought he would be caring father/father figure. Maybe I could come up something. I want to try. Sorry for making you wait, I need more time. I appreciate your re blogs and liking this post, thank you. 💕

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schiz0preniczz · 2 years

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Happy Goblin day <3

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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You again, Spider | Spider-Man Prequel Series P.7

Follows the events of Spider-Man 2

Catch up on parts 1–6 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/ Black Cat (romantic), tobey!peter x Mary Jane Watson (only for S1), Harry Osborn, Gwen Stacy, Eddie Brock, Norman Osborn, Otto Octavius, J. Jonah Jameson (pretty much every character from the Raimi trilogy)

Content Warnings: profanity, criminal activity, flirtatious banter | Female reader (she/her)

Premise: Peter’s plans never seem to work out—which has become more prominent as he struggles to balance both a civilian and superhero life. Unable to see MJ’s show, Peter starts his night on patrol only to find himself in a pickle when his webs seem to fail on him. And he’s not the only one to witness it happen, because a curious cat lurks in the shadows.

Note: I know this is short, but the next few will be longer I promise.

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One second Peter Parker, donned in red and swinging across New York city after failing to make it to Mary Janes show, thinks everything is going to be fine. He’ll get to class early, apply for another job, and try to get MJ to forgive him. Then the next second, he finds himself in a pickle. A pickle in which he’s falling through the air and landing, very hard, on the roof of a building. Thankfully the air vent tunnel broke his fall.

But his back was going to take the brute of it.

Peter was sure all of New York could hear his scream. Limbs failing all around until eventually he let out a nasty grunt upon making impact. Huffing, he pulled himself up and cranked his neck. ‘What the hell?’ He thought to himself. What occurred had never happened before. There was already so much going on, the last thing Peter needed was for his powers to start acting up. As hand started to rise, preparing to take off his mask, a faint giggle stopped him before he could. A familiar giggle at that.

Turning around, Peter froze when he located the source. “You,” he said aloud. She was sitting perched on the ledge of the opposite building looking down on him. The Black Cat. The name of New York’s newly infamous cat burglar, dubbed by J. Jonah Jameson of the Daily Bugle himself. For almost two years she’s managed to rob over a thousand businesses and high profiled individuals—all while keeping out of Spider-Man’s reach. Rumor has it the Black Cat has been working for the organized crime boss Kingpin.

Like Spider-Man, no one has successfully identified the woman. It’s said her white hair is actually a wig, the color of her eyes are contacts, the mask she wears muffles her voice and there’s no hints as to what her background may be. All that was known about the cat burglar was she was great at breaking & entering, handling a grappling hook, and making a fashion statement. Since she rose to ‘fame’ there had been an increase in black leather sales.

And here she was looking down at Peter with a glint in her eyes. “You again, Spider.” There was no doubt she just witnessed him fall several stories and break his back and ass on the vent tunnel. It’s a good thing she laughed, otherwise Peter would’ve exposed himself. “That look liked it hurt.”

“Well it sure didn’t feel like a massage, that’s for sure.”

Another giggle, “What happened, Spider? Got your webs in a twist?”

“Feels like it,” he mumbled, but she heard nonetheless. Her eyebrow quirked up, almost disappearing beneath the black outline of her mask. Peter shook his head before asking, “Been busy tonight causing trouble?” The twitch beneath her mask gave him the answer.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She pushes off the ledge, landing on the roof of the building he was on in a cat-like pose. As she stood she said, “it’s been busy these days. I’ve moved up in the ranks than just a simple gem burglar.”

Tension filled Peter, eyes narrowing under his mask. “So it’s true then. You’re working for Fisk?”

“More like returning some favors I owe him.” She walked over slowly, but doesn’t get close enough. It was tempting for Peter to shoot a web at her, to prevent her from getting away, but given it just failed to swing him there was a chance it would not work. She probably knew this too and was testing him.

“He’s a dangerous man.”

Something flashed in her eyes. “All men are dangerous.” Peter wanted to defend himself, but knew it would do no good. There obviously was a deeper meaning to her words. Part of him wanted to know, but out of respect he did not question her.

Instead he changed the subject. “So…I’m sorry I don’t know what to call you? Black Cat? Cat? Person who’s calling me trouble?”

“ooo I like trouble,” she hums, hopping onto a thin ledge to balance herself. Peter nearly rushes when it looks like she stumbles in her high heels, but she simply was doing a turn. “Cat is also nice. Fits since I call you Spider.”

Peter tries to ignore the anxiety filling him as she continues to spin and twirl on the ledge. One wrong move and she would go over the building. And unlike his downfall, there would only be hard pavement to catch her fall.

But then again she had her grappling hook and managed just fine for two years. Maybe he was worrying too much.

“Anyways….Cat, what’s caused you to just..” he waves his hands awkwardly and she just tilts her head him. Peter then sighs, “you know. For two years you’ve kept hidden from me. Now all of a sudden you—.”

“Well when you hear Spider-Man screaming for dear life and literally falling out of the sky, it makes one curious don’t you think?” She does a handstand, making Peter’s breath catch before coming down and flipping off onto the roof. “I know, I know, curiosity is what killed the cat. But considering your….technical difficulties regarding your webs, I doubt that will happen tonight of all nights.”

He scoffs, “don’t get too cocky now.” It only makes her giggle, rolling her eyes in the process. When she does another spin he catches sight of the grappling hook attached to her side. “I take it was a slow night then, considering you stopped whatever it was to come check on me.”

“Check on you?” She repeats amused, then gives a shrug. “I guess you can call it that. Would’ve been tragic to find New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man knocking on deaths door. What happened anyway?” He could hear the curiosity in her tone. It made him unease, for she could surely take advantage of the situation at any second.

“I’m really not sure,” he says honestly, glancing down to his wrists. He pulls the suit down slightly to check and finds nothing wrong with it. “Some kind of spoof. B-but I’m sure it won’t happen again,” he rushes out urgently, assuring mostly himself than her. She just gives a ‘hmmm.’

A few seconds of silence pass over them. Neither knowing what to say next. It felt a little awkward, but then again what does a superhero and their criminal nemesis talk about after two years since their last encounter?

Then she started to snap her fingers, pointing him as if she was trying to put a name to something. “You know, there’s something familiar about you. But I just can’t put a name to it.” Peter tenses lightly, tilting his head as he stares back.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she affirms, bringing her pointer finger to her chin to tap it. “There’s something about your…..aura, I guess. Like I’ve met you outside of this,” she gestures between them. Again, a rush anxiety fills Peter. What if she was right? Could they have they met at some point in the civilian world?

It was possible. But New York is huge with millions of people alone in the city. Maybe Peter walked passed her on the street and had no idea. Or photographed her in the background in one of his photos. Maybe he was just some bloke to her who bumped into her on the subway. Whatever it was Peter didn’t dwell on it. As long as he didn’t give himself away than he was safe.

It would be bad news if a associate of Wilson Fisk knew his identity.

“Eh, who am I kidding?” She then chuckles, making him relax. “Big city, big world. I’ve robbed people who’ve met me in everyday life and they have no idea. Gotta love living this life off the grid.”

“Hehe. Yeah,” he scratches his neck. Crisis averted. Peter then looks at her both with curiosity and suspicion. “Why do you do it anyway? Rob high profile people like it’s nothing?”

There’s a light scoff from the Cat, her hand brushing hair from her face. “Wouldn’t you if you had the chance?”

“Committing crimes is not really my forte, as you can see.”

“Well duh,” she rolls her eyes again. “How could you be the cities favorite vigilante if you did? Anyway the point is, Spider, I don’t take from those who are in need of it. Basically they’ll still be fine if they were to lose a couple thousand dollars or that watch worth 25k, or even one of their dozen cars collecting dust in a garage.”

All Peter could do was let his mouth slightly part open. Of course she didn’t see it. “It’s still stealing,” he tells her, hand going out as if to emphasize his point. “You’re still committing a crime.” While he could agree that it was unfair how the rich slept comfortably at night while thousands of people were homeless or barely making it day by day, the law was still the law.

“Ugh,” she made a gagging sound while waving a hand. “Self-righteousness is so overrated, Spider. Think of all that could be done if they were to give up just a faction of what they make. Kids in the orphanage would have plenty of clothes and food and things to keep them entertained. The soup kitchen and shelter could house more people on the street and give them a warm bed at night. Schools in the projects would be funded.” With each sentence she got more passionate, he could see it in her eyes.

The thought then crossed him, “Are you saying you don’t keep the things you steal?” There was a flare of respect and admiration to the burglar. “You essentially give it back to those in need.”

There’s a flicker of pride in her eyes as she nods, “Although I do keep a small percentage to myself. As a treat, you know. But the majority does go to those things. There are more people in this city deserving of it than some greedy corporate scammers.”

Peter was astonished. Never has he met someone so selfless—ignoring the part where she does keep a bit because honestly he couldn’t blame her—but still, not many criminals were like her. There was still the question though, “Why Fisk?”

“Like I said, favors.”

“Okayyyy,” he draws out, “But how? He’s the most dangerous and well known crime boss in the city. How does a lone cat burglar get on his radar?” Something in her gaze told him she wasn’t in the mood to get into it. The talk of curiosity killing the cat dawned on him—only it was in regards to him and not the one with the namesake.

“Let’s save that for another day, Spider. Long stories require time and that’s something you and I don’t have right now. Better to leave things unsaid—for safety reasons of course.” He sees her glance over her shoulder, as if to check if someone is watching. Then he remembered Fisk always had spies at the ready for his employees.

“Sure thing,” he agrees, also taking a moment to scout the area. Luckily nothing was out of the ordinary. The only thing they could hear was the sounds coming from down below.

She clapped her hands, the sound making him jump slightly. “Well then, this is where I take my leave. It was fun running into you again—although it was very unorthodox if I must say.” She starts to walk toward the ledge, Peter follows her but keeps distance. When her back is to him he attempts a web in her direction, but nothing comes out. “Nice try,” she calls out, causing him to freeze as heat takes over his body.

“Couldn’t hurt to try,” he mumbles under his breath.

She laughs, spinning on her heal to face him. White hair whips against the slight breeze and her hand goes to her grappling hook. “I’ll be seeing you, Spider,” she makes a motion of her eyes to his. “Hopefully you’re little problem will be fixed. Can’t have a spider without it’s web.”

The young man sighs, defeated and annoyed by the timing. Finally the Black Cat was in his grasps, but he failed to catch her once again. “Catch you later, Cat. Literally.” The last word makes her laugh again, this time harder with her head tilting back. She even wipes away a fake tear much to his annoyance.

“You’re funny, Spider.” The grappling hook removes from it’s holster. “You’re an optimist. I’ll give you that.” With one last wink followed by a ‘see ya,’ the hook shoots off to the adjacent building, pulling the woman off her feet and into the air. She swings past Peter and out of his sight. Gone in the blink of an eye.

All Peter could do was drop his head to his shoulders, shaking it as it goes. First disappointing MJ, then his web situation, now loosing the Cat amongst it all. Luck was just not in the cards for Peter Parker. Or Spider-Man.

Would he ever get a break? Not even an elevator ride would give him that.

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