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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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Smells like danger (Teacher!Olivia x Student!F!Reader)

You slung the bag over your shoulder as you plodded on down the cold hallway that seemed to grow longer and darker with each step. You hated being there, not the hallway, but the school itself. You hadn't wanted to move from the small town you grew up in, but that damn scholarship had turned your whole world upside down.

You were supposed to be grateful for the opportunity, and you were! But having to leave everything you knew behind, the safety of your small group of friends, your family, everything that kept you going, was too overwhelming.

Add to that that no one at school seemed to really accept you and you were in for hell. You didn't really know what you'd done to everyone besides, well, exist, but your classmates seemed to run away from you like the plague (although if you were being honest, it wasn't like you were trying to get too close to them either).

The only ones who seemed to respect you a little were the professors, and that was only because of the scientific reports they had read when they accepted you into the university. Well, everyone except Octavius. It seemed that nothing you did could be moderately acceptable to the woman, her class was the only one you had failed and if you didn't improve soon, you would lose the scholarship.

So you were going straight to the Kraken's lair, hoping you could do something about your grades, maybe some extra work or something, even though you knew the woman wasn't known for giving second chances and you doubted she'd make an exception for you.

"Well, here goes nothing" you thought

You timidly knocked on the door and inwardly cursed at the way your knees were shaking and the suffocating feeling you had, you could almost tell you wanted to cry but you forced yourself to keep a neutral face as the woman called you from inside.

"Good afternoon, Doctor Octavius" you said as soon as you entered

The office somehow seemed creepier and colder than the hallway and your insides churned with the desire to run out of there. You were aware that your voice was barely a whisper, but you couldn't do anything about it, there was something about the woman that always made you nervous.

"Can I help you, Miss Y/L/N?"

"I-" you stammered "Mrs. Parker sent me"

Olivia raised an eyebrow. What was May up to now? It wasn't strange that the other woman sent students to her office, with a note asking her to be nicer to them or to correct a note, but she had been clear that her criteria would be maintained, there were no places for second chances. She didn't understand why her colleague kept trying.

"I guess she gave you a note" she said, not looking impressed.

"Y-yes" you said, swallowing a bit as you took a piece of paper out of your pocket and handed it to her.

Liv couldn't help but notice how much your hand was shaking. Actually, everything in you seemed to want to run out of there, as if you were having difficulty breathing, and your eyes looked more and more glassy.

"Are you okay?" she asked without thinking

"Y-yes!" you lied "I-I'm fine"

She didn't seem to believe you, but at least she had the decency not to press the matter. She simply pointed you to the chair across from her desk before reading the note. You tried not to make too much noise as you moved it to sit down, wishing you would just disappear.

Liv, I know you hate it when I ask you to be more permissive with the students, but this is a special case. Y/L/N is here for a scholarship, which, I must remind you, is more oriented to your subject than any other, and yet your class is the only one she has failed. This leads me to think that either you have something against her personally (which I really hope isn't the case), or something is going on with her. I am not asking you to modify the note, just to help her find out what is happening because otherwise, she will lose her scholarship.

-May

Liv resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course, May would find even the slightest reason to accuse her of something, but this was too much. What could she have against you specifically? You were one more student that failed in her class, nothing new with that.

It wasn't the first time she'd run into teary-eyed people trying to appeal to her softer side, and that never worked. Although for some reason, she really doubted that you were trying to pull that trick on her, there was something in your eyes, in the way you kept shaking, that told her that instead, you seemed to want to keep the tears from coming.

That was new.

"It seems that my colleague is worried about your performance in my class, Miss Y/L/N" she said after a few seconds of observing you "is it true that it is the only subject in which you have had a low grade?"

"Y-yes ma'am" you answered, without lifting your eyes from the ground

God, you sounded so fragile. Like a child listening to her parents say that her effort was not enough. And for some reason, that felt like an inexcusable thing to her. She didn't know what was going on with her, but from one moment to the next, she felt the need to comfort you, and help you as much as possible. Weird.

"And do you have any idea why?" she asked, staring at you

You just shook your head. Again, you were lying...sort of. You had a pretty seared memory in your mind of your first class with her. The Dr. had asked you something and you had been too intimidated by her gaze that you hadn't even heard the question properly.

You managed to get it right once she repeated it, but since then you haven't been able to fully focus on her class. In your defense, she seemed to always be watching you, because every time you looked up, her eyes were on you, making you feel too small. But you couldn't tell her that, you couldn't just admit that you were afraid of her.

"Well, you'd better find out" she said "Miss Y/L/N, your scholarship is on the line here, and there's no reason you should be failing the class you came here for in the first place."

"I-I know" you whispered "I-I'm sorry ma'am, I...I-I'll try to improve, I promise"

She thought she was being firm, but not cruel. She wasn't talking to you any different than how she would talk to any other student, but the moment she looked into your eyes and could see the tears welling up in them, her stomach turned.

She had no idea why she was reacting to you like this, why the thought of making you cry hurt so much even though many students had tearfully walked out of her office before. What kind of power did you have over her? She didn't know it, but she was sure that there was something in you.

Liv sighed and stood up, walking around her desk so she could stand next to you. There really wasn't much of a height difference between you, not that she would have noticed it when she saw you in the halls, but right now you looked so small and broken, and for the first time in all her years as a teacher, she decided to help a student a little more. If only to make you feel better.

"Look, I've read your essays, the ones you submitted for the scholarship" she said "they're brilliant, and I can understand why you're here. You have a bright future, Y/N, and I don't know what's going on, but we have to fix this, I would hate to lose a student as bright as you."

Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn't look up. You could feel your cheeks flush furiously and you were sure you looked ridiculous, but your mind was too busy to worry about it. Olivia Octavius just called you brilliant.

Coming from a renowned scientist like her, that was a huge compliment! One of the greatest privileges you would ever have. And for some reason, more than comforting you, it made the urge to cry even more unbearable. It's not that you weren't grateful, but knowing that she thought that way about you only made you feel more pressure, and you didn't know how much more you could take before you broke.

Liv seemed to realize this, or at least sense that you were too close to the edge, because she put a hand on your shoulder, caressing you gently in an attempt to comfort you a little, and her voice was softer when she spoke again.

"I'm serious, Y/N" she said "you have an extraordinary mind, don't lose this. This scholarship is a great opportunity for you"

"I don't even know if I care to keep it anymore" you muttered without thinking

The older woman was surprised and she felt you tense under her touch as you realized what you had said. You quickly tried to apologize for your rudeness or ungratefulness, but she wasn't paying attention to your rambles.

Her mind was racing, trying to understand how anyone could think such a thing of a great opportunity like the one you had, and more importantly, why did she care? Why did the idea of you leaving weigh so heavily on her?

"You want to leave?" she asked, stopping your tirade

You swallowed a bit and concentrated on your hands, not knowing how you could look at her after saying that. Surely she was already thinking that you were sabotaging your own school performance to get back home.

"Y/N, do you want to leave?" Liv asked again, a little firmer but not raising her voice.

"No" you said quickly "I just…I miss home…my friends…I miss not being alone" you confessed

You had no idea why you were telling that to the teacher that scared you the most, but a part of you felt better saying it out loud, to share with someone the burden you had been carrying for months, even if that someone was Dr. Octavius.

"You came to the city alone right?" she asked softly.

You just nodded, and even though you tried not to, you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. You felt pathetic for crying in front of her, but you couldn't help it. You felt so bad, so alone. Olivia didn't know what to do with you at that moment. Sure, she'd seen your tears and knew it was a matter of time before you finally broke down, but she hadn't expected you to do it in front of her, she thought maybe you'd wait until you were out of her office to break down.

What should she do now? She was never good at comforting anyone, especially a student, that was always May's job, but she couldn't just send you to her, she didn't want you to think she didn't care about you. But why did she do? This was all new to her, the idea of wanting to protect someone other than herself was strange and she had no idea how to proceed. She just knew that she didn't want to see you like that.

Acting on instinct (one that was rusty to her, if she was being honest), she squatted down next to you, wrapping one arm around you in an awkward but well-intentioned half-hug. She didn't want to think about the way her pulse quickened a little when you pressed lightly against her.

Silently, she took a handkerchief from the pocket of her robe and offered it to you without saying anything, watching you fight to stop what would surely be intense crying if you weren't with her. Her hand acted on its own and she began to play with your hair, thankful that the gesture seemed to calm you down a bit.

"I'll tell you what" she said after a moment "I'll help you"

You sniffed a bit and looked at her out of the corner of your eye. The older woman internally cursed you for looking so adorable, and she had to get up to put distance between you because she didn't want to get lost in your intoxicating scent, then she berated herself for thinking like that of a student. She could already feel that this was a bad idea, but she couldn't back down.

"Come to my office every day after class" she continued "we'll go over everything and make sure you don't lose that scholarship. I know it can be hard being alone in a new city, Miss Y/L/N, but we can't pass up the opportunities that are presented to us just because we are afraid, can we?"

You thought about it for a moment and finally felt brave enough to look at her. Her face was the same as always, serious and expressionless, but her green eyes seemed warmer. For some reason, that did make you feel better. You didn't know how well you could do, but it wouldn't hurt to try, right?

"I-I would really appreciate it, Dr. Octavius" you said quietly "...thank you"

The woman simply nodded and returned to her chair, taking May's note and shoving it carelessly into a drawer. She was struggling to appear professional and not let you see how much she wanted to hold you close to her again. You seemed to take that as your cue to leave and got up awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

"Rest for the weekend, Miss Y/L/N" she said, not really wanting you to leave "we start Monday"

You nodded and wiped away the few tears that were still falling down your cheeks before walking towards the door.

"Thank you Dr. Octavius" you said again "see you later"

Liv looked at you as you opened the door and she was glad to be sitting down because her knees went weak at the small, coy smile you gave her and she felt her cheeks warm. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

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oswaldthehero · 2 months

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#doc ock #doctor octopus #otoha okutamiya #spider man: octopus girl #spider-man: octopus girl #Spider man octo girl #eh idk #i was finally able to draw something after being sick and then having 2 exams #i mighta messed up on the mouth but its fine #also i dont have a title for this one #but imagine if i could shade

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knullanon · 1 year

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could we get some more platonic yandere doc ock?

sure! I love writing about this guy, even if it sometimes comes out bad lol

words: 1183

warnings: drugging, arguing, fighting, kidnapping, lmk if I missed any!

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won't really let you out anywhere. to be fair, there would probably be a lot of things he would give you to entertain yourself with, but if your an extrovert you might as well just shrivel up and die because there will be no talking to anyone until you are either able to escape or if there's a guest.

speaking of giving gifts, it's one of his favorite forms of talking to you when he first takes you. since you're either giving him the silent treatment, or are just not in a good state at all, he would just slide them over or try to present them to you when you weren't screaming, crying etc.

it would be anything he believed you liked. if he saw you mentioned something about a certain clothing brand or style, he would get you different outfits based on that. if he knew you liked video games, he would pick out a few that he thought you would like. or even if you liked doing certain activities, like playing an instrument or making art.

he likes getting you gifts you can use or interact with, as it gives him an opportunity to talk to you about something other than you just begging to go home. he likes just talking to you about different things or even letting you ramble about your interests.

however, sometimes he would give you gifts based on his own interests. for example, he'll give you books that he has read or books he enjoys rather than what you might like. or if he's working on a certain project, he might get books on how the actual project works. maybe he'll even give you blueprints for it.

sometimes, when there's nothing for him to finish or do, he'll order something he knows you'll like and set up a table and just have the both of you eat and talk. while it may be awkward at the beginning, he is also very persistent and will try anything and everything to make you talk, even if it's some rant about something you are very strong about.

he likes watching you talk about different things and how you react more on certain topics than others. he likes making mental notes in his head and writing them down later. do you like this show more than others? do you argue more over certain people? he keeps it in a secret little file he has stored in his computer.

actually, sometimes if you're unavailable for whatever reason, usually if you're asleep and he doesn't want to bother you, he'll look through your old messages, videos, and pictures, usually from your phone, to see how you were. what you liked.

this also comes in handy when he knows who you remember the most. your parents? your friends? if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend, he would most definitely kill them. wouldn't even hesitate. to him, they're unnecessary and a waste of time.

wants to be someone you care about, who you look up to. he tries his best to make himself appear more friendly, or almost better, just to try and connect with you.

you can't really escape that well. even if you do, he probably has you somewhere where either there are guards around every corner, or there are other villains (usually people who he works with frequently) who have no problem ratting you out, or dragging you back.

even if you were able to somehow avoid both, it would be a miracle if you were able to find a place to hide. even spiderman couldn't help you at that point. otto has money, power, and a bunch of people who are experts in finding missing people. unless you have the equivalent or better connections than he does, you will be out of the lair for at most a month. probably not even two.

he gets protective easily. very easily. since you never have anyone to talk to, if you talk to someone who is just visiting, he pushes them away (literally) and then tells them to basically mind their business. you would then be locked out of whatever room they were in until the visitor leaves, and then he would just sulk or pout for the rest of the night.

however, he can also lose his shit if you piss him off too much. depending on how you did it, though, can lead to different reactions. if you aren't paying enough attention in his eyes, he'll force the both of you to hang out, or he'll just hold you in his arms. if you pissed him off by hitting him, yelling at him, crying, he would just straight up drug you. nothing to make you fall asleep, more like to make you out of it, like weed.

he might even get you used to it on a certain day or time, just so that he can have his time with you. of course, this is only if you continue to act out. he won't tell you that he gave you anything, but if you confront him about it, he basically shuts down anything that makes him sound wrong. he won't deny it, but he will point the blame in your direction. that you don't know what you want in life, that everything he does for you is either because you need it or you deserve it, and that he gives you everything you could ever want and you still fight with him.

if you piss him off way too much, he will just start arguing with you. it's not going to be some equal kind of argument, either. he will make you feel like crap for saying anything in the first place. he will tell you that no one outside even cares about you. he will even bring up things that happened before he took you, that he just wants the best for you. he might even start yelling at you if you try to interject.

basically, he scares you into submission. even if you try to tell him you understand, he won't care. he'll continue to argue with you until he feels like his point has been made, that you won't argue or complain again. he won't ask you for permission for anything, he if wants something from you, he will take it. he won't give you any affection or praise, he will just stare and talk without any emotion. it might even be several days before he goes back to his normal old self.

of course, this is only if you make him too mad. he kind of regrets it afterward, as he feels like it was too harsh, but the actuators just tell him that even if it was a mistake, what was done is done. there is no way to change what had happened.

overall, otto is not that bad so long as you don't make him mad. he'll give you anything you ask for, anything to make you happy, and he gets very possessive very quickly if for some reason anyone is around you.

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I hope you guys like it 💗 sorry if it seems rushed, I'm kinda sad rn and not feeling well mentally :(

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fluffcakeproductions · 2 years

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S/o who is the assistant of Different Octavius’ are finally asked out after her superiors become Doc Ock

90’s

*This man was a scientist just starting his business, ridiculed and shamed by others.

*However you stuck through no matter what, and the man developed a somewhat obvious crush on you.

*He would always take you out to dinner after working at his lab and took you out on dates...well, he never told you they were.

*However one day, you were asked to go shopping for a few lab supplies at a store that was pretty far from his current lab, obviously Ms. Hardy gave you some money, but not enough for the proper supplies, so you would have to use your own money. (Something Otto really couldn't stand)

*And when you came back, the lab was in shambles.

*You of course did everything to find your superior in the rubble but unfortunately found nobody.

*However, somebody was watching...

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident and you were in a large mansion with Felicia Hardy, now working full time for Ms. Hardy as a simple housemaid. You were helping her with some laundry. You still though about Doctor Octavius and what happened to him. He was a kind man to you as you really did like him. Maybe in that way, you didn't know. Now that he was dead, or missing, you couldn't really sort out your own feelings.

"(Y/n)? Could you please get me my bathrobe? I'm going to be bathing soon." Felicia's voice rung out, and you turned to her voice. "Yes, ma'am." You said and tossed the rest of the clothes in the washing machine and shut it. You grabbed a clean bathrobe from the warm stack of clothes on the drying machine. You passed over the robe to her as you turned on the washing machine as suddenly, the doorbell rung.

"(Y/n), could you get that for me? I'll be there In a second." She said and you walked downstairs, as the bell rung once more, where you opened the door.

"Greetings Madam, I was wondering if you could bring Ms. Hardy to me?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!"

You let out a scream as an enormous man- machine- you didn't know, barged in the house, enormous metallic arms from his behind easily breaking through the door as you backed away, running for Felicia's room as you had to warn her. Her mother wasn't home and you must have been the only maid home at the time, but surely some other butlers were home-

The door split open as the man stormed in, and Felicia opened the door to the bathroom and she noted the mysterious man and she pulled you in. She was in shock at the strange man. "Who is that?" She asked fearfully, and you looked to her as you suddenly got some strange feeling of remembrance of the man. You didn't know where you might have seen him before, but still...

The door to the bathroom split open as well, as metal claws tore open the door, and you stood in front of Felicia, only in a bathrobe as you tried to protect her. "Just end me already- if I can see my family, friends, and possibly Former Superior, I mean what's the use a against fighting a man like you?" You said, and the huge man stopped before looking at you. "(Y/n)... is that you?" His voice said, as he looked down at you, squinting down. "Huh?" You said, and he took off his glasses to look at your small form. "It is you...(Y/n), it's me! Well, not anymore, but it's me, Doctor Octavius." He said, and you suddenly realized it was him. "Doctor Octavius, it is you! But...what happened to you?" You said, and he stopped to pick you up with a tendril, lifting the both of you off the ground as you shook. "Oh, of course. I'll tell you. Ever since the accident, I found out with my arms that I can no longer wait to get impossible things when I can just take them myself now as Doctor Octopus. Now, nobody else will-" He said, and he stopped himself midsentance, as he slowly turned to you and licked his lips before grinning. "And now that I can just take what I want, I think that revenge can wait for now. I need to take back my beloved kleiner Assistent~" He said as he stormed away with you wrapped in an arm, probably screaming or enjoying the ride, depending on what your drift is.

Raimi

*As an assistant to the Octavius' You were treated well by both, despite being a lot younger than both, so you were sometimes mistakened as a niece or a daughter.

*You However told them you were simply an assistant but did somewhat understand why they thought that as sometimes you were taken in for dinner or they offered to take care of you. They were very sweet to you.

*The wife Rosalie, who let you called her Rosie was a kind woman who often cared for you on certain days, always making you lunch and let you relax in her home, often giving you some books as you left, and slipping in the occasional comic book you really wanted. She saw you as a daughter she could never have.

*The husband, Otto was still kind as well as you directly worked for him, and you helped him with his energy experiment. He was always encouraging you to stay at his home as well.

*He saw you as something else, and not as a relative.

*You stuck with the couple and did a lot of errands for them on your days off, to show you really did care about them.

*Everything was perfect.

*Until the fateful day where you saw your second parental figure's life be taken from that accident.

*Rosie shoved you away from the explosion, and you had left the scene with minor injuries, only a few cuts on your body.

*That night at home, you were mourning over the loss of the people you worked for.

*Gone forever.

Now that you were completely alone, you had more (uncomfortably) long free time, and made you look really lonely from a perspective, which made it easy for people to approach you and ask you out. One lucky guy was Brian Oliver. A man who asked you out a few days after the accident. You, someone who needed to fill that empty hole in your heart. Which brings you to today, about a week from the accident. "(Y/n), what's wrong? You've barely touched your Pudding."

You were having a date with him at a cafe. You looked down at the dessert and looked out the window, the warm scent of the small place waft down through the corridors. "I don't know. I have this weird lingering feeling that I've been trying to get rid of ever since..." You said and traced off, nervously twirling your hair.

You never really found Brian as a lover, just a friend who supported you, and you really wanted to tell him, but you wanted him to stick around with you for some time. Maybe you'll force out your feelings one way or another.

But then, you heard a strange sound.

"What's that noise?" You told him and he stopped to try to hear what you heard before suddenly, a car was tossed in the Cafe, and you flattened yourself on the wall behind you, trying to avoid it. You were grabbed by Brian and you held him as well in fear, as you confusingly looked out the hole where the car came from. "What the hell?" Brian asked, and you shrugged. "I don't know-" You said before you heard loud thumps and you backed away, as you saw a strange figure approach the both of you.

"Hello, (Y/n)~"

You shook under the man's figure. "Who are you? How do you know my name?" You said and he stood up, four enormous arms holding him up. "Well, your memory seems a bit foggy, doesn't it?" He said, grinning malevolently. "Don't you remember me? The man said, and you shook your head as he scowled and tugged his glasses off, and you took a closer look. "Oh my god."

"Doctor Octavius?" You whispered, before he smiled again. "Looks like you remember, my girl." He praised you, before turning to your date. "And you must be the boyfriend." He said, immediately frowning. "N-NO! I mean, I'm just a friend." He said, grinning awkwardly, turning to you for defense. "Yeah, he is." You said, and Otto grabbed your face with one of his gloved hands. "Then I bet you wouldn't mind if I-" He said before kissing you. Your eyes opened wide. "You're coming with me, sweetie." He said, carrying you away from the ruined cafe, Brian watching in horror.

Olivia

*This lady had already built up some sort of notoriety

*She always thought of you as cute, but you didn't really notice.

*You just thought of her as a teacher but everytime she saw you, burning feelings ran through her mind.

*But oh boy once the Kingpin got her to work for him a lot changed.

Coming home from another day at work was a breather after a lot of cramming towards more projects for Alchemax, and it did do something to you. You let out a small giggle, perhaps your mom was right, and you should have seen that chiropractor she booked you in. Perhaps Saturday.

You laid on the couch, looking at the TV, and watching something interesting, occasionally rubbing your back. That is, until the phone rang. You groggily stood up to answer it. "Hello?" You answered.

"HI, (Y/n), it's Olivia. I was wondering if you want to go out with me for dinner later today?" She said, and you looked at the time displayed on the clock, and you saw you had quite some time on your hands. "Uh...sure." You said. "Great. Then I'll see you then." She said and hung up. You rubbed your back again and told yourself at least a nice dinner would be easing some pain.

That night was very pleasant. You were having an interesting conversation with her about how the multiverse works, listening to everything she said as if your life meant it, until she had to go the bathroom.

Then, some men approached you and leaned down next to you. "Hey, lady. Do you perhaps work for Alchemax?" They asked. "Yes. I'm Doctor Octavius' assistant." You said, taking a bite of your food. "Well look, we're gonna try to keep it simple." They said and pulled out large guns and pointed it at you, and your eyes widened. "Hey- what are you doing..." You asked and their eyes darted towards the door. "Listen. We're going to kindly escort you out and you're not gonna tell anyone about us. We're gonna let you leave as soon as you tell us about everything you have about the collider." One said.

"I don't actually know." You stuttered, trying to convince them you were oblivious. "Well, if you don't want a hole in your pretty face, you better tell us now." The man repeated. "Never." You said and then they pointed their guns directly at your head. "Have it your way."

Suddenly, one of the men were slammed forward against the other man and their guns were dropped and dragged away. The men were looking around confused before something landed right behind you. "What-?" You said before a voice whispered in your ear. "Hold on." Was all they said. It sounded feminine.

You saw the men look at the person behind you in shock as they were quickly pulled away and slammed far into the corners by tendrils as you were being carried out of the restaurant where everyone watched, shocked.

"Wow, thank you." You said to your savior, turning around to see...Olivia in some strange get up? "Olivia? Is that you?" You said, and she shushed you with a kiss. "Actually, I'm Doc Ock. But only my enemies call me that. For you though, it's just Liv." She said. "We can talk about the rest tomorrow, but how about we go take you home, and get you a nice back massage as well as a bonus treat~?" She hummed in a tone that made you red faced.

You happily agreed.

PS4

*Being one of Otto's assistants was surprisingly engaging.

*His place had some good atmosphere and perfect for helping with him.

*Not to mention how kind he was around you. He was indeed a gentleman, even at his age.

*And also how he soon gained feelings for you. Feelings he was too afraid to tell you.

*However, as days progressed, he began to drive into some sort of strange obsession with a project he was working on, where you helped him in almost every way.

*And you grew pretty worried for him. You found out he had also created some other things without you or Peter's help.

*You tried to convince him to take some breaks and spend some time outside but he seemed to reject your suggestions almost painfully, him cringing whenever he declined.

*You eventually gave up and only watched in concern as he almost gleefully told you he gave you and Peter some days off as he was going to do his own work.

*You worridely stayed home, growing concerned with your supervisor's actions.

*Until you got the call.

That night, you arrived soon as possible, concerned for the older man. "Hello?" You said, looking around the insides of the laboratory you once considered one of your safe spaces.

"Oh! (Y/n)! Dear, you've arrived. Come quick, I need to show you something." You heard his enthusiastic voice ring out, you jumping in surprise. "I didn't see you there Doctor..." You said, following him as he was wearing that strange suit that he constructed for something or someone. "Look at this." He said, and you saw as enormous tendrils sprouted from his back, catching you off guard as he toward above you. "Come, I need to show you something." He said as he began to excitedly crawl up to the building where you followed suit.

After some struggle, you finally reached the top."What is this?" You said, looking at something glowing brightly at the top of the building. You approached it to find a table and some chairs, the table adorned with some candles and a sort of steak meal. "Doctor...did you make this?" You asked him, and he nodded. "Of course I did." He said, and used one of his arms to pull in one of the chairs in for you. "It's okay though. It was all a big secret I was planning for you!" He said.

You tried to look relieved, but those metal arms...this was all an elaborate attempt to get you to date him? Surely, you could have assisted him with preparations but-

How could you refuse this sort of date?

"Th-Thank you, Doctor..." You said, and he laughed. "Of course, of course. But please, call me Otto." He said, and pulled a chair over for you. "Take a seat. And let's enjoy this moment and watch over the city." He said.

"You know I'd love nothing more."

Tssm

*Alright This guy Is already very sweet already.

*He of course desires to be having a blossoming relationship with you.

*However, he is too shy to even speak a word to you, let alone face you about something as intimate as that.

*Something that he valued as well is how often you defended him from Norman whenever he was too harsh on him.

*Unlike his mother during his awful childhood.

*He resorted to doing some things such as following you home or on days off. Just so he can focus on asking you out.

*But oh, you were so...pretty...to even form coherent sentences to you on your days out were difficult for him.

*He always overhead some conversations you had with some friends, and when you described him as cute, his face was a bright red for the rest of the day.

*He made sure to listen in on conversations you had with friends, making sure you don't spot him when you follow him.

*So eventually he decided to make you a confession letter for you, writing countless drafts, each disappointing him.

*Finally, he had his finished version, and was ready to confess.

*Unfortunately, that day was the same his life was changed forever.

*And unfortunately, yours as well.

That night during the accident, Norman Osborn had informed you that Otto had told you to take the rest of the day off while he had to test out the reactor. You didn't believe him at first, but he assured you that he had, as he believed it would be too much for you, and he was fine alone.

Strange.

You left to go home. You did always care about the scientist. He was very kind and gentle with you, so you wished for him to be okay, and turned on the television, where everything was normal.

Until you clicked on the News channel, where you were shocked with the news report on screen. In Oscorp, A malfunction happened, where out of all scientists, only one disappeared. Otto.

Oh no...Doctor, what happened??" You said and quickly called in his phone. Once, twice, three times, five. None. "Please be okay..." You prayed silently, before you grabbed your jacket and rushing out. You didn't want Otto hurt, and you needed to find him somewhere near the lab, safe and sound when suddenly, you heard some strange scratching noises.

"What was that?" You asked yourself and stopped. You noticed you were still somewhat far from Oscorp. You could leave now, but you weren't sure if you could possibly arrive at the building. You looked around and noticed the city was pretty empty. Not a lot of cars or anyone around. You couldn't really tell as you walked backwards, until you accidentally bumped into someone.

You stopped and turned, apology already spilling out. "I'm so sorry, my back was turned I-" You stopped as you saw a man wearing a trenchcoat and had goggles looked at you, his face a brief scowl before his expression then blossomed into one of surprise, a deep blush spreading through his face. "Are you...my (Y/n)?" He whispered, before you took off running.

You felt cold at the sight of him, your stomach felt gray, dead. You saw him approach towards you with threating-looking metal arms, his fingers crossed between each other. "Now then, little assistant. No need to perceive me as a malleable threat. I mean no harm towards you." He said, grinning.

You ran away, not knowing what he was referring to, and you having some strange thoughts bubbling inside your mind, as if you knew him...

You spotted an empty trash bin not too far off and quietly climbed in, shutting the lid. "Come out now. You remind me of a frightened kitten. Perhaps you are in a sense." His voice now a lot softer as he began to disappear and trail away. You stepped out of the trash can and gazed around, safe from the mysterious man.

Patting yourself clean, you prepared to make a quick run to the back, as you ran, your face quickly slammed into something metallic and hard. You stopped to look up at the man. "Ah, (Y/n)~" He hummed out, practically elated. "Come to me, my dear." He said, picking you up with a metallic arm, where you struggled. "What's going on?" You asked fearfully.

"My love, why can't you recognize me? Silly little pet. It's me, Doctor Octavius. Though not anymore. I gave up that old and weak lifestyle." He bitterly said, before he perked up, letting a shaky breath. "But now that I've changed, I can be the better man for you. Strong, Powerful, and everything else perfect in a man. Doesn't that make you love me as much as I do???" He said, his goggled eyes obscuring the hearts blooming inside.

"No, if anything...Doctor, why didn't you tell me you loved me earlier? Either way I could have accepted you, and not by turning yourself into some sort of monster!!!" You said at him, and he stopped before his expression grew sharp. "Dear. I think you misheard me." He said and closed in on your ear.

"I never said you had a choice."

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snock-ock · 8 months

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Ummm so did anyone else watch the spider-verse version with one of the doc ocks in the background using his metal arms to work out while having the top part of his suit removed???

Like I can't be the only one who got to see that in the cinema right????? Nobody is talking about him I 😭😭😭😭

#just being a little silly #but like imagine....#doc ock #doctor octopus #otto octavius #spider man #spider verse 2 #atspv #crazy? i was crazy once

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drey-theintrovertedcake · 2 years

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MSM but the audio is Sonic Fandubs

Original Audio: Sonic Adventure 2 (Hero Story) Fandub from SnapCube in YouTube I’m dying with how accurate the editing is with the audio-

#msm 2017 #marvel's spiderman 2017 #marvel's spiderman #peter parker #spiderman #harry osborn #hobgoblin #otto octavius #doc ock #doctor octopus #parksborn #also imagine this otto doing the eggman announcement

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cinder-no · 2 years

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Original post here.

#He kind of looks like a cerberus with the screenshots lined up like that #Hybrid synthezoid but instead of Juggernaut/Doc Ock like last time it's just three Doc Ock synthezoids mashed into one. Could you imagine #Earth 12041 #USM #Doc Ock #Doctor Octopus #Ultimate Spiderman #Ultimate Spider Man #Ultimate Spiderman Cartoon #Ultimate Spiderman (2012)#Marvel #Marvel Villains #Memes #My Memes #CinderNo

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angelofthenight · 1 year

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You: Did you know you can't breathe in when you smile

Doc Ock: That can’t be right *smiles*

You: It’s not, I just wanted to make you smile

Doc Ock:

Doc Ock, tearing up, voice cracking: I don’t like this place

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fandomnerd9602 · 6 months

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Random thought of mine Male Reader being Gwen's older brother and secretly dating Olivia Octavius also Reader has Spider powers but got his from the Spider god

Random Spideypool quote when finding out "She's not a octopus anymore she's a cougar"

Gwen and her brother Y/N battle Olivia Octavius…

Olivia smacks Y/N with one of her tentacles…

Olivia: ohmygosh! Baby I’m so sorry!

Gwen: baby?! Y-you’re dating?!

Spideypool: (laughs) looks like Doc Ock just became Doc Cougar (meows)

Y/N:

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy #olivia octavius #doctor octopus #doctor octavius #spider man reader #spider man #spideypool

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pondering-and-wondering · 1 year

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Solar Eclipse Part Four

A Spider-Man Fanfiction

Previous Part

Summary: Peter Parker is your Best Friend and your mom is a nuclear fusion scientist who works closely with Doctor Otto Octavius.

Author’s Note: Here is part four!! I am once again thanking @dreaminrubies for inspiring me to come back to this piece which i love so so so much and she’s the greatest and everyone should go follow her and read her stuff. I know its been a while and I don’t know if anyone is interested still but i wrote it regardless.

Warnings: Death mention, depictions of grief

There were two confirmed dead and several injured on the day of the reaction failure. Rosalie Octavius and your mother were the two deceased.

Time seemed to come to a halt. From the moment it clicked in your head, the moment Peter said “I’m so sorry” nothing had moved forward. Several gift baskets had made their way to your apartment door, and several letters, and sorry texts from aquaintances. But she was dead. There was nothing else to do or say.

Peter’s presence at your apartment increased exponentially. You couldn't help but blame him for your mom, irrational sure, but there was nothing rational about the way she died. He told you he would be right out with her and he wasn't. In all honestly, there were a multitude of people to blame. Doctor Octavius, the entirety of Oscorp, maybe those terrifying actuators held the blame. But they didn't go to your apartment. They didn't apologize every time they saw you. They didn't bring you food and sit at the edge of your bed while you lay there motionless. But Peter did.

So he bore the brunt of the blame.

You couldn't even tell how long it had been since the accident, your waking hours spent staring at the ceiling or sobbing, whatever you had the energy for. You heard keys rattling in the door, the rustling of plastic bags muffled by the wood.

“Hey, I brought you some food my Aunt made. Nothing special but something for you to heat up.”

Peter…the only other person who had keys to this place.

You turned your body over to face the wall, unable to bring yourself to look at him. Who knew you could feel so cold toward Peter? Deep down you hated it, but what else was there to do?

Peter’s footsteps crept closer, getting louder with each step. You heard as he pushed open your door and made his way to the edge of the bed. All you managed a soft sigh as he sat, causing the bed to dip with his weight. His hand crept up to your calf, gently rubbing it.

“ I know you've been kinda silent lately, I don't blame you or anything… I don’t think I would talk to anyone either. But I’m still here, okay? I’m… I’m sorry all of this happened” he whispered. Like clockwork, the apology. If you had the strength maybe you would have accepted it.

“ I wish I had some big important thing to say… I don’t. But I can’t just leave you alone, not now. Hell, I can tell you want me to but that wouldn't be right. Maybe it is my own selfishness but you're not getting rid of me that easy.” You could practically hear the expression on his face. The smallest of smiles, sad but hopeful, and those big brown puppy eyes that had always convinced you to do things you swore you wouldn't. If you looked at him now you would have folded, no doubt in your mind.

But you didn't move. You did not utter a word.

“ I’ll see you around, probably tomorrow if you don’t change the locks on me…you’ll get better, you have to” he whispered, squeezing your calf briefly before standing up. He looked down at you and sighed, feeling pitiful under his gaze. He walked slowly out of your room, leaving the door open a crack before walking out the front door and locking up.

As his steps in the hallway got fainter you felt your heart well up, tears forming in your eyes. You tossed yourself over, laying flat on your back, and hugging yourself tight. Gasping for air, the tears fell out of your eyes and down your cheeks. One hand made its way up to your mouth attempting to stifle the cries you couldn't hold back.

What were you doing? You just lost your mom, and your dad wasn't in the picture to begin with, so pushing away your best friend was next? He’s all you had left and you weren't talking to him. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't your fault. Placing the blame wouldn't bring her back.

You reached over to grab your phone, but you hadn't touched it in ages. Doom scrolling was useless when you already resided in the depths of your mind. The phone barely had a charge left, you chose to ignore that for the time being. With a few brief taps, you called Peter, holding the phone to your ear and taking a deep breath. He picked up the call immediately.

“Hey oh my god you called” he whispered into the phone, you could hear the confusion in his voice as it shook. He paused, no doubt hoping you would say something.

“Come back…please?” you croaked out, your voice hoarse and weak. You panted softly, this being the first time you had spoken in days.

“I’m practically there already, see you soon” he responded. You quickly reached over to hang up, sniffling and rubbing your nose.

He would probably be over in ten, maybe you should try and look alive…somewhat. You crept up from the bed and stretched as big as you could, the blood rushing through your veins and awakening your body. Standing up, you rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath, padding over into the kitchen to see what Peter left you. A chicken noodle soup. Just like he said, it was nothing fancy, but something to have in your stomach.

You would have started to heat up the soup if a familiar rattling at the door didn't interrupt.

Peter opened the door and looked straight at you, his gaze softening as he realized you got out of bed. “Hey…you’re up” he noted, a faint smile on his face.

You nodded and put the soup down, padding over to him and rubbing your eyes. You looked into his eyes and felt the tears welling up again. Before sobbing outright, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him close. You squeezed him tight and sniffled, his arms slowly making their way around you.

“I’m so sorry” you whispered as you clutched onto his shirt.

“Don’t worry about that right now, there is nothing to be sorry for” he said softly as he rubbed your back.

“ I've been so cold to you, it's not fair…you're all I have Pete” you mumbled, “ It’s still not fair to you or me.”

“Well, I haven't held it against you, okay? Even though I like it when you speak…as long as you're here.”

You held onto him even tighter, letting yourself feel totally embraced in his arms. Who knew where Octavius was, or who was to blame, you had Peter and from there things could be better.

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oswaldthehero · 18 days

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being mistaken for spider man is always a good bit in my book

#doc ock #doctor octopus #comics #spider man: octopus girl #superior spider man #one must imagine otto somewhat happy that he’s atleast recoginized as a hero

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knullanon · 2 years

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H! I was just wondering if you were planning on continuing your Doc Ock New Year’s Eve thing? I have a hyper-fixation on him, but I’ve only been able to find like three platonic fanfics with him, so it would be fun to see more of it (and possibly future platonic fanfics with him 👉👈) Have a great day!

ok I was originally gonna discontinue it but a bunch of ppl asked for it so this is the 3rd part! be warned tho, I was gonna discontinue it bc I didn't like how I wrote it, so it might be janky as fuck because I truly have no idea on how to write it anymore. but I do have ideas for him in the future!

New Years Eve Part 3

word count: 2306

summary: while tensions have calmed between you and otto, your want for freedom is is still there.

warnings: minor injury, lmk if I missed any!

"Spider-Man is a menace, just destroying property and ruining the neighborhood with his lies! In fact, crime has actually spiked from the last 10 years to now, from when spiderman first started his little game with these maniacs! The only thing he has done is-"

"Would you mind turning that down? I need to concentrate on this build."

While Otto was happy you were finally setting in, he also did not appreciate these little segments where you were just being annoying for the sake of being annoying. This could range from malicious compliance to right now, where you were allowed your little segment of the news, and you would blast it at the loudest volume possible.

Otto returned back to his project when slowly, the volume lowered until it was barely a mumble. This latest project was actually a request from Martin Li, something about a cloaking device for a car. It was a strange request, but not impossible. He had wanted to get it done sooner than later, so he could continue to work on his latest "override" project.

Unfortunately, the system had connected to all the doors in the complex, which made things utterly impossible to try and test. it was a simple fix, really, but so far, there was no time to do so, especially with this new little cloaking device for Li.

The override project was supposed to be a new way of almost trapping Spider-Man, to put him in a certain area and lock him there. So far, there was little success in even finding an area to test it, but Otto was not one to back down.

He had to deal with it later, however, as the build for Li still needed to be completed.

Wondering back to you, he thought about your wants. He remembered you asking him about a, as you referred to it, "child-proof" computer. You had explained while it still had most of the functionalities of a computer, it just didn't allow for communication of any kind, and that certain websites would be blocked or completely gone.

Maybe he would get you a computer of your own. Maybe he might even build it from scratch, as to not miss any mistakes of course. He had smiled at the thought of you and him building one together, but he later decided against it as while he trusted you, there was still a possibility of you tampering with it in any way.

I could also get them into working with me, as well. It would be a waste to just let them sit and do nothing all day-

Throwing the tool down, he clutched his palm, and hissed in pain. He had burnt his hand on one of the exposed wires. He powered down the machine, and tried to ignore the sing-song tune one of his arms was making in his head.

Walking out of the lab, neither him nor his arms noticed you sneaking into the room from the other side.

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You weren't originally going to sneak in. In fact, you were there to ask him about what he wanted for dinner. But he had startled both you and himself from the burn. You hadn't even entered the room, but you could hear him moving around, and when you did eventually peak your head in, his back was facing you and he was walking out, presumably towards his little med bay.

Once you heard the door close is when you actually walked in. Looking around, you could obviously tell he was busy doing something. He had blueprints, tools, safety masks, everything spread everywhere in the lab.

You knew he would notice if anything was taken, so you just browsed the different cabinets and lockers before you stopped at one that was locked.

It was a cabinet with a regular padlock to it, so you tried to look around to try and find something to open it with. You tried to shake it open, to no avail. Looking around, you realized how disorganized the lab was. Different cabinets and lockers open, tools in the wrong places, and even the ground was dirty, with little metal pieces around the floor.

The table he was working at was probably the messiest, though, with tools, papers and extra wires hanging around, with one singular rectangle box sitting in the middle. It almost reminded you of a miniature toolbox, like the ones they had on sale at a department store.

However, you stopped when you saw a very strange looking metal stick. It had a smooth backpiece that was tinted blue, and on the other side was just a bunch of little chips together. It almost looked like if you had stuck a motherboard onto a very long lego piece.

Suddenly, you stopped. You listened outside of the door, before you realized it: Footsteps. Realizing what you looked like, and really having no other reaction time, you shoved the weird rectangle into your leg pocket and flushed your shirt down to it so you could at least semi cover it.

Just after you turned around to try and make the lock look normal again, the door slammed open behind you.

You quickly turned around, to see him holding open the door, with a bandaged hand to his side. He probably wasn't expecting you, which explained his small shock.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, obviously a tiny suspicion in his voice.

"I wanted to know what you wanted to do for dinner. Y'know, because it's already 4?" You relaxed your shoulders as you tried to force every jitter and worry out of your voice as you spoke. Making him more suspicious and possibly angry was not gonna go good for you, even if it might be a little funny.

He fully walked into the room, and towards the center table. "Oh, well, that depends," he was still eyeing you, almost like you were going to strike him when he looked away, "what did you want to have?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. I was gonna ask you to see what you wanted." You walked to the opposite of his spot, hoping he wouldn't see the stick in your hand.

He reached and grabbed some safety goggles, before reaching for a welding like tool with one of his arms. "Well, I was thinking of just anything we really have. Did you want to make soup?"

"Sure, I think we have stuff for soup. I can go check, if you want me to."

"No, no, it's alright. Let me just finish this weld and I'll deal with it." He stepped back from the table, before motioning to you.

"Did you need anything else?" You shook your head, "No, but I'll be out in the main room."

You quickly shuffled out of the room, really hoping that he didn't hear or see the weird rectangle in your pocket. Now that you were thinking about it, you could've just thrown it towards the table. But, then it could've alerted the fact that something was going, it could've just went over the table when you threw it...

Realizing it would be pointless to think of the what-ifs, you walked down the hallway to your little makeshift room to change. You were also going to try and hide the stick, and hiding it in your pocket was not going to be an option.

After getting changed and looking around, you found that the safest place was probably the stuffing of one of your pillows. While impractical, it was the better out of the other ideas you had. You would look at it tomorrow, you decided. It didn't look very interesting, probably just some strange little stick.

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The next day, when you checked it, you realized it was in fact, not some strange stick. It almost looked more like a key. The chips, now that you had a better look at them, were abundant and yet scattered in a particular pattern.

It was strange to see, and explain to yourself. How would it even work? But you decided to bring it with you today, because you were going to see if it opened to anything.

It was also the day that Otto had to bring the device to Martin Li.

Otto probably didn't want Li to find out where you were, so he had realized that having a meeting point where it was safe for the both of them nearby would be a good investment. He had apparently found some abandoned warehouse that was nearby a broken down part of the subway.

While it wasn't the best, it also wasn't the absolute worst that they could've gotten in the long run.

So, you were told to stay out of the lab and med bay, as he knew there were things you could use, and he locked them. You wondered if he thought about you needing a band aid or ibuprofen, but he was also only going to be gone for a short amount of time.

Which also meant you had little time to look around in areas you could be allowed into. You had only about 15 to 20 minutes before he came back, so you had made you sweep quick. 15 minutes later, and you still hadn't found anything.

You knew he would be back any minute, and tried to wonder what the damn little chip thing could do. It was supposed to be a big key, so why wasn't there some other big keyhole around? Why did he have this thing?

You were becoming much more frustrated walking around and seeing nothing you could use, so you took a tiny break to try and just think of where something like it could be. You sat on the couch, and held the key in your hand.

The doors, the cabinets, anything that was locked. But you really couldn't think of anything. Sighing, you heard something almost groan and then a bang. Since the doors to the outside were completely different than the ones in the main area, they were bigger, and it was almost like a doorbell for you, letting you know when you should be ready.

You shoved the key back into your pocket, this time making sure it wasn't going to be visible to him.

When he entered, you had turned on the TV and pretended to be watching the news.

You heard him walk around, before he finally revealed himself from the main hallway.

He walked over to his little coat rack he had near the kitchen entrance, and then walked into the hallway. He turned back to you and said, "I'm going to be in the lab for a while, there is dinner in the kitchen. If you need anything else...?"

You shook your head. "No, thank you though. I'll just be sitting out here."

He stopped, and turned to face you. "Also, I wanted to tell you something."

Oh no. You sobered up pretty quick, and paused the TV. "What is it?"

He chuckled, "Well, I've thought about it, and I think that you can have your own "child-proof" computer as you call it." You internally sighed in relief, before responding, "Oh, thank you for that."

Nodding, Otto turned around, while saying, "Remember, I'll be out in a few hours."

After you heard the lab door lock close, you visibly relaxed. Eventually the low hum of whatever machine he was using started and you realized that you would still have time to look around, only more quietly.

You decided to try one more time with the main door. It was the door that he really didn't want you going into as it was a door that lead out into (what you assumed) the outside. Obviously it wasn't the only door, it still had a bunch of different locks on it, but only 2 of them actually had a key hole.

Looking at them, there was no way that the chip had anything to do with them as it was too long and there wasn't any other place to put it in. It was almost the same with the other doors in the place.

You were just about the break the damn thing, when you saw something on the wall.

Right next to the key hole, there was an inconsistency in the paint. The lines didn't match up with each other.

You scratched at it, thinking it was some kind of painting error, when you felt it shift a bit. You tried again, and it shifted more.

Eventually you were shifting it side to side as you realized it wasn't a weird paint error, it was a secret little panel.

Pulling open the panel, you saw a few different portholes for different objects. There was even a headphone jack, which was strange. However, there was a big rectangular indent that was a little like the porthole.

You placed the chip so it would fit directly into it, and to your relief and happiness, it fit.

You heard something groan before the chip was ejected, and held by the porthole. The door had a loud clunk sound from the locks unlocking, and you stayed silent for a moment, worried that he might've heard you.

But there was nothing. The hum of his machines continued, and after half a minute of waiting for him to power something down, you realized that he couldn't hear you.

Which also probably meant he couldn't hear anything for the next few hours.

Wasting no time, you took the chip out, and opened the door, which lead down a long corridor, to another door. Again, you waited at the doorway, listening for him to come barging out of his lab, yelling at you, to drag you back inside, to lock you in your room.

But there was nothing. Nothing from anything or anyone.

And without even thinking, you ran.

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wow this sucks, better late then never tho

#yandere otto octavius platonic #yandere otto octavius x reader #yandere otto octavius #yandere doctor octopus imagine #yandere doctor octavious x reader #yandere doctor octopus platonic #yandere doctor octopus #yandere doctor octopus x reader #yandere marvel platonic #yandere marvel comics #yandere marvel imagine #yandere marvel x reader #yandere marvel #yandere doctor octavious platonic

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fluffcakeproductions · 2 years

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Yandere Raimi/ 90s/ TSSM/ Ultimate Ocks & The Silent Treatment from S/O

No idea what could lead up to that. Either S/O is 100% done with the whole being kept in the lair cuz of their yandere or something.

Yandere Raimi/ 90s/ TSSM/ Ultimate Ocks & The Silent Treatment from S/O

Raimi

As usual, the “sweet husband” that he called himself had lowered yet again his work time, and was even more cuddly with you than before. Invading your personal space constantly and cutting off most of your few liberties.

“Honey, I made Chocolate chip Waffles! I know you love them.” He said, as he served you a plate on the rickety table, the scent of the warm meal along with a blend of hazelnut on the coffee he served you, handing over your cup while giving you a kiss that was a little too sloppy, you must admit. Otto used his tentacles to sit you on your chair, before opening up a newspaper he stole. A sick mockery of a true wedded couple.

“My, My, dear. What a surprise, 3 months later and they still haven’t found you. Those officers do quite a miserable job at searching for you.”

…

You continued to slowly eat as he continued to talk to you as he read the bugle, occasionally pausing to eat or to take a smoke on his cigar, and you miserably continued to eat. “Darling? Are you not feeling very talkative or are you ill?” He asked.

…

“I’m guessing the first one, you cheeky little squid.” He said and continued to nonchalantly talk, and you continued to be mute to him for the rest of the morning, where your small scheme actually worked for some time, as Otto had backed off for some time, but unfortunately, he came back, a little irked.

“Dear, I know you’re feeling a little down, but if you tell me what, I’ll leave you alone, just a little.” He said, and you ignored him, reading your comic book. “Please. Tell me what’s wrong.”

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“What is it? Can you tell me please? Just tell me, honey. I care for you.” …

“Come on, sweetie. Please, just speak to me!”

…

He was getting close.

“Speak to me, please!!!”

No.

“LOOK AT ME, DAMMIT, LOOK AT ME!!!” He yelled, pinning you down as his normal brown eyes had became unnaturally scarlet, a shadow overlooking his face, but you can see traces of rage on his face.

“Just please….let me see my family again…” You said shakily, and he then backed away, his expression softening up.

“Oh sweetheart, but this is your family!” He said, and embraced you, wrapping his entire self around you. “The only one you need~”

90s

Laying Down on your bed, tablet open, you were typing on your computer, playing around with it. “Are you having a good time? He asked rather harmlessly, to which you didn’t answer to. “Oh, you’re probably in your own space. In that case, I’ll leave it to you. How about this, I’ll make some tea for you while you play around.” He said, and left you.

You were quite surprised that Otto had left you alone, and you had decided that you could probably score some loneliness time, where you could try to not be constantly bombarded with attention and perhaps hatch new escape plans.

However, Otto returned as promised with the tea, and you had to try out your plan/ “What would you like? Sugar, honey, milk-“ He continued on and on, and you didn’t say anything.

“Did you listen to what I said? Or would you like me to repeat?” He said, and you didn’t say anything. He smirked and pulled up his glasses. “If you don’t speak, then I’ll make you speak.” He said, and you let out a cold shiver. “Okay, okay.” You said, and he backed away. “Alright.” He said, and he set out the tray of tea out for you. “Now, what would you like?”

TSSM

You pitied your captor. You actually did. He was a nervous little man, and you honestly didn’t want to hurt him in any way, and yet he didn’t hurt you either. It was just that he was getting more…unstable.

You would hear faint scratching and pounds in the basement, and he would tell you that it was most likely a rat, or some other thing, and then he would also be unexpectedly awake when you were sleeping and just stay awake for the rest of the night, staring at you, and only taking you out when there was literally no one else. This was one of those times where you were watching television with him, and he was closely next to you, as he occasionally fumbled around with his hands, and he was snuggling up close to you, and you could tell he was trying to ask you something, and you could see him sweating a little, having a small grin.

“Honey…I was wondering…” He said, and you chose not to face him, as he was going to most likely ask you something important. “I was…wondering if…would you like to go on a spring vacation with me?” He asked, before you chose to answer, you considered the worst.

This is it.

Therefore, you didn’t answer.

“Are you not into it?” He asked.

… “What’s wrong? Why won’t you answer?” He said, grabbing your arm and shaking you rather strongly. “ANSWER ME! PLEASE!!” He yelled. “Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me that much?” He asked. “No.” You said, and he stopped to look at you, tears on his face. “I think that idea is wonderful, Otto. But I think you should calm down.” You gently spoke to him about how his sanity is probably loosening, and you needed to take care of the poor guy. “Just tell me what your intentions are, and you’ll be fine.” You told the scientist.

“Your true intentions.”

Ultimate

Another day trapped in the Doc’s lab was going to kill you, wasn’t it? Even though he was a somewhat decent man around you, he was going to crush you with all of his “love”.

“Daaarling~~~” Otto purred, him moving close to you, and you decided it was best to ignore the abomination of a man close in on you, wrapping his tentacles around you. “Honey, speak to me~ You haven’t done so in so very long~ And I miss hearing your adorable voice~” He said, his greasy hair covering some of your face.

You didn’t speak, trying to avoid the man’s over affectionate calls towards you. He gently stroked your head as he pressed his face on yours. “Little bunny~ You’re playing hard to get again, aren’t you?” He said, and you looked away, trying to stay away from his face as he looked at you confused, before he grabbed you with his disgustingly malnourished hands, nails scraping at your soft cheek. “I want to hear you now, dear. I don’t like it when you act so ignorant against me, honey.” He said.

You didn’t speak, and Otto frowned. “(Y/n). I want you to talk now.” He said, and stared at you, counting down slowly, and you decided to ignore him, as you didn’t want him to sound as if he’s won, before-

“AOW!!!” You screamed as you felt your neck be bitten, and you tried to pull Otto away from your neck, but his tentacle tighten on your arms, squeezing you slightly. “ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I’LL TALK!!!” You yelled and he let go, as you saw that it was the real deal, he had punctured your skin and it was bleeding. He tightened his grip on you a bit, watching some of the blood pour out, as he was hungrily looking at it flow.

“Jesus…okay, I’m sorry! I should’ve spoken sooner.” You said, trying to sound as considerate as possible. “I’m sorry.” You repeated, and he patted your head. “Now now, darling. Calm down.” He said, and loosened his grip. “Don’t do it again, okay sweetie?” He said and walked towards his bathroom. “Let’s go patch you up, honey.”

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