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illiana-mystery · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

I've recently picked up another two fics that have been in hiatus. Hopefully, they will be fully updated soon 🤞🏾 But until then, here's a sneak peek of the current chapters of Prisoner of Love and Delivery for Mr. Pembrooke.

And read all the way through for the working plots of two upcoming fics. 😉

Taglist: @ghnaim24, @emily-ella-nightshade89, @goran-dafoe, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @goodoldcharley

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Prisoner of Love

(Author's Note: Geiger changed his name to Sam Gilbert, which is mentioned in Chapter 1. That's why she calls him Gil, although it's also a meta joke because I can't help myself.)

You didn't see him or hear him so as soon as he grabbed you from behind, you jumped.

"Gil," you grumbled. "You scared the shit out of me."

He chuckled before moving his lips to your neck, pressing little hickeys into your tender skin.

"Well who else would be here, Shy? It's just you and me," he hummed into your ear. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept perfectly," you honestly answered. "Because I was wrapped up in the arms of my sweet lover."

He smirked.

"You know why I had to keep you here, Shy," he started while kissing your shoulder. "Because I couldn't bear the thought of us being apart or you getting hurt. But now my fears have fallen. I trust you and the world. I just hope I won't regret my decision."

"I know, honey," you moaned. "But I'm glad to have my freedom back. I promise I won't leave you. I love you, Gil. Promise."

"I love you too," he hummed, before you moved your head and kissed him. Swiftly, he deepened the kiss before you both just looked at each other again.

You could both tell that you wanted to continue with the activities of last night. And just that twinkle of lust in your eyes gave him the green light he needed.

"Seeing you so joyful and hopeful like this, Shy, is really beautiful. I would like to adore you more."

"My hopefulness is sexy to you?"

"I guess it gives you that spark, that light that I like, you know?"

"Reminds you of how bold I was when we first met?"

"Yes. You just read my mind," he flirted in your ear, before instructing you, "Stay still and press your hands to the glass."

You nodded and swiftly obeyed his command, which earned you a sensual caress around your waist. His skinny, calloused hands just felt so good on your sensitive skin, it made you want to cry.

Your fiancé's touch never made you feel like that. So it was more than strange to you. And you let him know that by your reaction to his soft strokes.

"You really were starved," he moaned into your shoulder as his fingers moved down to your waiting cunt. Your legs were closed, but soon he kicked them apart to get full access of your jewel.

"Daddy!" you cried as his digits began to move inside of you. Immediately, your body reacted by leaning closer to him although your hands remained on the glass.

Your rough breaths stained the glass like your fingerprints and you watched as it condescended near the reflection of his smirking face.

"Let go, babygirl," he instructed. "Let daddy know how good he made you feel."

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Delivery for Mr. Pembrooke

"You're going back to Old Man Pembrooke's tonight?" Los asked, startling you. You had just come out of the employee bathroom, now dressed in another loungewear set that was yellow and decorated with chibi spaghetti and meatballs on the top.

But seeing Los again surprised you. It was your first time seeing him again since the morning. And you figured that everyone was gone since it was so quiet when you came back from your all-day shift.

"Yeah," you answered, noticeably looking around.

"Don't worry. I'm the only one still here. I had to help Renae with some minor tasks."

"Oh," you replied, opening your employee locker. That's when Los noticed the bouquet of yellow roses.

"Did he buy you those?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"It was the mystery item," you explained. "Surprised me too. He even included a sweet message. I was wearing one of them in my hair, but I put it back in the vase. Luckily when I came back from dropping off two deliveries after visiting him, no one was around so I was able to sneak these in my locker. Only you know about them."

"And I'll keep it that way. They don't need to know," he assured. "But I do wonder..."

"What?"

"I don't mean to overstep but Tasha, do you like Mr. Pembrooke? Like actually like him? I used to think you just pitied him, but it seems like there's more to it."

"Los, if I'm being honest, I've liked him from our first encounter. It was never pity. I wanted to visit him again to check on him. I like delivering his groceries. He really is sweet if you get to know him. And I know this sounds weird, but I think he's quite handsome for his age..."

Los shrugged.

"No judgment. There's plenty of older women I deliver to that I find attractive," he admitted. "And honestly, I think it's sweet that you're so kind to him. I always thought he just needed a friend too. I got mad respect for ya, Tasha."

You giggled.

"Thanks, Los. Just promise me you won't tell anyone."

"I won't, promise," he insisted, before saying, "I did learn something interesting about him, though."

"What do you mean?"

"I found an interesting documentary on ESPN Classic while scrolling through the channels yesterday," he explained. "It was called..."

"Behind Lionel Pembrooke?"

"Yeah! That's it. Wait, did you know he was an Olympic ping-pong gold medalist?"

"My dad was a fan," you started. "Didn't realize it was him until yesterday. Then again, I haven't thought about Olympic Ping-Pong in years."

"Hmm, guess you were destined to melt his cold heart then."

You laughed.

"It's nothing like that," you insisted. "We're just friends...I mean we just met."

He nodded, but also sported a smirk on his face.

"Right. Well I'll leave you to it. Don't want to keep the old man waiting," he teased. "See you tomorrow, Tasha."

"See you," you said back, hugging him before he grabbed his bag and left.

Once he was gone, you finished packing your work clothes in your bag and grabbed your flowers. You were about to turn around and leave when you were startled by Renae.

"I'll lock up," she told you. "Go on ahead. I'm sure Lionel's waiting for you."

You smiled.

"Thanks, Renae."

"You bet, rookie. Also check your text. I thought you should see your review."

You looked puzzled, but did as she said. You toggled to her message and immediately began to read.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I don't know where Grocer found Natasha Roundtree, but I'm starting to believe they found her after she fell from heaven. I've never had such wonderful service from this company until she delivered my groceries for the first time yesterday. She was so kind and compassionate, she even helped put up everything after I threw my back out. So after she left, I immediately requested that she deliver my groceries from now on. But I don't want to be selfish. I definitely want her on Tuesdays, but any other days, you should request her. And give her a good tip too. Honestly, I couldn't recommend her more.

Your eyes started to tear up as you read every line. Renae had told you how sweet his review was, but actually reading it made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

"He really likes you, Tasha. I've never seen that man give any other delivery driver five stars. At the most, three and he was just being nice."

"He really is sweet once you get to know him."

"I know. He wasn't always like he is," she stated. "I met him the year after he retired when I was a kid. I used to play table tennis and he was signing autographs and meeting fans at the convention center. He was so warm and inviting to everyone. It's sad to see what he's become. I don't know what turned him into the monster of his street, but I'm glad you're starting to turn him back to who he was previously."

"Wow," you moaned. "Maybe I'll learn what happened in due time. I'm not gonna force him to tell me though."

"Yeah, don't," Renae agreed. "Now get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow."

You laughed.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

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Okay now onto the working plots of two upcoming fics. I've been stewing and talking over these with some close mutuals, and I think I've finally come up with something concrete for both.

One of these fics was a long time coming, the other is an ambitious crossover. But I think they'll both be enjoyable.

Let's start with the one that was a long time coming...

Snow Angel (Leonhard Seppala)

Two years after the tragic death of his wife, Leonhard is shocked to find a strange Yup'ik Native Woman sleeping in his bed with her two huskies, Hedy and Laika, by her side. After waking her, he learns her name is Tatiana and she broke into his home for warmth and shelter after being lost in a snowstorm. She volunteers to leave, but he lets her stay since she kind of reminds him of his wife personality wise. In return for his kindness, she helps him around his home and bonds with his huskies. And as they spend more time together, they both fall madly in love. However, their budding romance is soon disrupted by Tatiana's uncle and baby brother who come to bring her back to her home village. Since she is the de facto leader, she does go back. But will she stay in the village or will she follow her heart and return to Leonhard?

And now the ambition crossover...

Standing Ovation (John Geiger and Mike Hubble)

In a strange game of cat and mouse, Executive Director Sinclair Banks is being pursued by not one but both of her new hires at the Vancleef Arts Center. One of them is the Director of the Music Education Department (Mike) and the other is their IT/Security Guy (Geiger), handling all the security tech and the system that all of the venue uses. The two constantly flirt with her, although she always rejects their advances. But that all changes when Geiger comes up with a plan to ambush her in the theater. The two men pick a night where she's in her office late and inact their plan. First, Geiger purposely makes the power go out, which makes her panicked. Then she tries to find a light source before Mike comes up behind her and chloroforms her. He brings her to the theater and she wakes up in one of the theater chairs. She's confused and tries to leave before both men come through the only unlocked door and ambush her. They lead her to the stage, giving her the performance she had been dying for. Will she be theirs after? Or will she resist their charms after the ambush?

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Alright, well that's all for now. I'm currently trying to get my writing schedule for this year straightened out. So hopefully I'll put out more content frequently. Wish me luck. 🤞🏾🍀

#wips #work in progress #wip #wip wednesday #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic ideas #john geiger #speed 2 #lionel pembrooke #saving norman #leonhard seppala #togo (2019)#mike hubble #boon #alfred molina #willem dafoe

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clouded-dreams2 · 2 years

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Would You? | Norman Osborn x Gn!Reader

a/n - This is something I wrote a while back. I am dearly sorry for misspelling, or grammar mistakes. I hope you all like it!

Paring - Norman Osborn x Reader, with bits of Goblin x Reader.

Warnings - Angst, Fluff, Some heavy suggestive content, Kissing, I’m sorry if I missed anything

You were sat at the dining table in the Osborn mansion. Father and son sat across from each other, one Osborn at each end. Norman at the head of the table, Harry at the end, Peter sitting the closest to Harry, You sitting on the opposite from Peter and closest to Norman. It was a formal dinner with friends and Harry's dad. You knew Norman wouldn't want it any other way. You knew Goblin wouldn’t have it any other way. You knew about Goblin, the way you found out was what it was. Unlike some people who have had run-ins with the villain. You had come to the mansion to stay in the company of others, or that was the alibi you told people, it was actually to help Norman with a project. He won you over by saying he needed an extra pair of scientific expertise. He wasn’t going to use someone from Oscorp, he never explained why. Part of you thought it was because he was wanting to spend time with you.

“Norman?” You called for him, though he hadn’t answered. Harry had let you in as he was leaving to head over to Peter’s for the night. You wandered around, maybe he hadn’t heard you. He would’ve called if he wasn’t going to be there. He would have called. You keep wandering, until you stumble upon the Goblin’s mask. Already assuming the worst, maybe the masked villain had something against Norman, or Harry, or you even. You heard a low mumble from the room over, and then a whimper of a question. You ran in, not thinking much. You couldn’t have taken on the Goblin by yourself.

“Such a nice surprise. Norman’s little pet.” The way Norman had said pet rang in your head, the sharpness of the tone. You weren’t going to admit it but it was arousing. The sudden behavior that Norman had, shocked you. He walked to stand in front of you in his robe.

Don’t hurt her.

Oh, Norman. You should know better. Goblin placed his thumb below your chin.

“Hello, doll~.” Before you could reply, he had his lips on yours. It wasn’t something new, hell you’ve done the deed with the CEO of Oscorp many times. It was just unexpected. That’s why you were tempted to pull back, or maybe you weren’t fully convinced the man in front of you was the man you knew. Not that you minded. You didn’t mind, and that’s what brought you to place your hand in his hair. The slight tug you gave, made Goblin growl. It was low. While he quickly ran his hands to your hips and bit your bottom lip. Causing you to gasp and him to slide his tongue between the lips that gave him the pleasure of being there. Between exploring and battling for dominance he found himself getting carried away. He didn’t want to get to carried away and then have everything fucked over. Maybe he liked her, Maybe from the moment she stepped in he could sense something. Goblin groaned as he pulled away, not wanting to leave the current close connection to the person that made him feel different… protective, dare he say comfortable.

“Norman.” you whined, the man who you had just kissed turned around, he didn’t know what to say. For once the Goblin was speechless. He had left and now Norman was in charge scooping you into a hug. You hadn’t known what just happened, you were completely unaware. Though the personality switch was noticeable. You were going to question him when it felt right, but for the moment you just held him.

“Darling, I thought he was going to harm you.” Norman spoke softly, he was back. He was thankful that you weren’t harmed. He didn’t want to let go of the hug. Though if you asked he would. He would also tell you what happened if you asked, or whenever the time felt right.

“Norman?” That’s when it hit you. He had some connection to the Goblin. You stepped back, out of the hug. You looked at him, he looked innocent, scared. How could he have some sort of connection to the Goblin?

“Yes.” He answered. Assuring you and himself that it was him, he didn’t know what happened much less if you knew who that part of him was.

“Do you work for the Goblin?”

She thinks you work for me? She’s not half wrong.

“Shut up.” Norman said aloud, taking a minute to remember that you were there too.

“Not you. Never you,” He smiled and kept the space you had created between the both of you. He didn’t realize just how much space there was. You weren’t scared, no. You just wanted to know, you didn’t want him to lie, and the sudden shut up he spoke made you jump slightly.

“Everyth-” He wasn’t going to lie, he couldn’t and whatever would happen would happen.

“Norman. Are you okay?” You asked sincerely, you loved him. You love him.

“No. Honestly, I haven’t been.” There was a silence that filled the room, an unbreakable silence that went on for what felt like forever. One that clogged the room filled to every corner, every crevice between each book on his bookcase.

“I.. Performance Enhancers. The project I told you about, the one a week ago. The body that was found at Oscorp. That was all him,” He paused, taking a step forward while you took a step back. He was scared, he was terrified you were going to leave. There were tears that started forming. He took a deep breath.

“The Green Goblin. He was created from the performance enhancers. I don’t know what happened. I can’t tell you, and I want to. I created him. He’s part of me. And I have no control over him, I have no memory of what he does. And all I can hear is his voice. And it haunts me.” His throat closed up, he wanted to cry. He wanted to fall to his knees and cry. He was terrified of what your reaction was going to be.

“He. He haunts me. And I can’t control what haunts me.” He turned, no longer facing you, and started tearing up. If he lost you, he wouldn’t forgive himself, he wouldn’t forgive the Goblin.

“Norman… He’s killed people.” Was all you managed to say. You didn’t realize how close to the door you were. You didn’t want to leave, but you felt out of control. Your body was flushed against the door. Maybe. Maybe you were scared. You read J.J Jameson’s newspaper. You read about the Goblin.

“I.. He.. We have.” His breath hitches, his tone was raw of emotion. He already thought of himself as the criminal.

“Norman.” You spoke softly. That was all he needed, He started crying, silently. He was convinced you were going to leave. Why wouldn’t you. He was a murderer. Goblin is part of him. You took a deep breath, the room was silent. He thought he was alone, he didn’t know if you opened the door and left and he fell to his knees. He allowed himself to cry, he didn’t just allow himself to cry. He cursed the Goblin’s existence.

“Norman.” You were in front of him now, crouching down. Facing him, seeing his pure emotion. It was rare to see him this way, and it pained you.

“I love you. Nothing is going to change that. I love all of you, Norman. That includes the Goblin. He can’t turn me away. Even if he tries. I hate that this is happening to you, and I don’t agree with the Goblin. Though that’s not going to make me leave You.” You were soft spoken. Now sitting on the floor next to him, he turned to cry into your shoulder. You ran your hand down his back in a gesture of reassurance.

“I love you.” He pulled himself as close as possible, not wanting to leave you. He looked up at you, with tear stains and glossy eyes. And just stared at you lovingly, as you wiped the tears from his face. You kiss his forehead then his cheek then his lips. Not to be passionate, or rough. But just to be. Soft, reassuring, and comfortable. It was so many raw loving emotions wrapped into one.

“I love you, Norman Osborn.”

Harry and Peter were discussing school, and you took the opportunity to look at Norman to check up on him. You weren’t telling Harry or Peter about the two of you. It has been the topic of conversation many times, between both you and Norman. When you both were alone of course. One day you planned to tell them both. There was a clink of glass from Norman, and he looked at you with a look you found comfort in. He was about to do something big, and he wasn’t going to be stopped, which proved that even the Goblin wanted it. They knew what they wanted since the day they both saw you. The times you had taken care of Norman after the Goblin had gone out, the times you put the Goblin in his place. It took work, and the Goblin was surprised you could even do so. Once he had everyone's attention on himself he put the glass back down.

“Harry, Peter.” Norman started, looking at the two boys then back to you. Searching the table for your hand. He was nervous.

“We. Such as myself and this wonderful human being sitting next to me have hidden something for quite a while. From both of you. And I no longer want it to be a secret.” He takes a deep breath reaching into his coat pocket. Turning to face you, moving his chair out so he could kneel. He took another deep breath and looked at you with a smile on his face.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N]. I know I have been a pain. From secrecy, to research, to general situations. But, I,” He gives the look to you, the look that he also means the voice in his head. “I am, and will forever be grateful for everything you've done, and continue to do for Harry, Myself, and those around you.” He smiled, popping open the tiny black box. “Will you..” He chuckles nervously, as you stand finally realizing that he’s proposing to you. “Would you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” He takes another deep breath, keeping his eye contact with you. It all felt so fast, you didn’t have control of your happiness. You just stood there shaking your head ‘yes’ viciously, speechless. He grabs for your hand to put the engagement ring on your finger, and smiles getting back to his feet. You immediately go to grab his face and pull him in for a kiss, arms snaking around his neck when he kisses back. Peter and Harry letting you both have your moment. Standing there not completely sure where this had come from, Peter took a photo. Both you and Norman could care less. Once you pulled back and sat back down, with a massive smile plastered on your face. Norman and yourself were bombarded with questions from Peter and Harry.

“When did you two start dating?”

“A few years ago.”

“Dad, Why did you keep this a secret?”

“I didn’t think you could handle it.”

“Do you mind if I turn this photo into J.J Jameson?”

“Go ahead.” Both Norman and yourself said. You smiled, you didn’t mind if your relationship was publicized now.

“Dad. How did you manage someone like her?”

“Science.” He chuckled. The CEO of Oscorp throws big parties. It was half true, when you and Norman had first met you had a very intellectual conversion about science. The other half was through Parker. That’s why he wanted him there when he proposed.

The questions made everything so… real. Everything was real, all of a sudden you stood back up. Looking at Norman and taking his hand gesturing to get up. You pull him into a hug, a massive one. You came back down to earth. And you came back hard. You were even more in love with a man you thought you couldn’t love more.

#norman osborn x reader #gn!reader #marvel #norman osborn fanfiction #norman osborn #x reader #willem dafoe #spiderman #sam rami spiderman #marriage #fluff #angst #suggestive #established relationship

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lexlightning2002 · 2 years

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Still can't get over starstruck Norman staring at his boybestfriend Otto😌

Also Chapter 5 of Can we get back to yesterday? is out now! Enjoy, it's one of my favourite chapter, many feels!

#Fanfiction #otto x norman #octogoblin #octoblin #norman osborn #otto octavius #spiderman no way home #alfred molina #willem dafoe #tom holland #marisa tomei #jaime foxx #they are gay

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 1 year

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Can the Spiderman come out to play? 1/2

Warnings: Violence and angst (Fluff at first)

Summery: Y/n is Spiderman in this universe and was dating Norman Osborn. What happens when Norman finds out her secret and she finds out his

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Y/n was laying down next to her boyfriend Norman Osborn fast asleep while he was still wide awake

The Green Goblin was wanting to come into the light, but Norman wouldn’t allow him to because he didn’t want Goblin to wake Y/n up

‘Don’t you ever think she’s cheating Norman?’ Goblin starts in his mind which makes Norman angry

‘Come on Norman think about it. She sneaks out every night for crying out loud! She’s cheating!’ Norman wasn’t going to believe what the Green Goblin was saying right now, but of course in the back of his head somewhere he believed him

‘I know your thinking she is now Norman. She’s only with you for your money just like all those other women out there’ Norman didn’t know how to react other then to start shouting at himself

“STOP IT!” Norman shouts which makes Y/n wake up immediately

Her body had jolted up and all of her was facing her boyfriend

Norman had looked at her with a sad expression now since he didn’t mean to let his anger get the best of him

“Norman what’s wrong? Is it your imaginary friend again?” This is what Norman had told her so she wouldn’t find out who he’s been actually talking too

He just shook his head as he sits up

Norman had moved closer towards her for some comfort

He wouldn’t have known how to deal with the monster inside of him without her

He rested his head on her shoulder as she wraps an arm around him

“Why did you make up this person Norman if he only would bring you stress?” Norman knew the real answer to this question, but couldn’t tell her why

The arrogance, the determination he had felt that one night that the serum would’ve turned out fine...

That he’d turn out fine

“I don’t know Y/n. Maybe because I haven’t had a real friend in forever” Norman had lied, but of course she hadn’t known it was one

She felt sorrow and sorry for Norman, but maybe that wouldn’t have been the case if she knew who he really was

“But you have me Norman. I mean sure I’m more then a friend, but I was still your friend at some point” she explains which makes him smile

That smile however went away quickly after the thought of her cheating came back to his mind

“Are you cheating on me Y/n?” He asked which makes her feel a bit mad now

“Norman why would I cheat on you?” This made Norman feel stupid

Maybe that was Goblin’s goal. Maybe he had done that on purpose...

“Your right. I’m sorry... it’s just my imaginary friend told me you were” Norman said which makes her anger go away

“Why do you always listen to him Norman? He’s just made up”

‘If only she knew the truth.’ Norman thought to himself since the Green Goblin was definitely not made up

Norman had gotten up from bed and he places his robe on

Y/n looks at him with worried eyes

“I’ll be back honey” and with that, Norman had exited his room, leaving Y/n all alone in thought

She gets up and looks at the clock on the wall

6:00 am was the current time

Her spidy senses had started to tingle which was odd since she was at Norman’s house

Y/n had her suit hiding in the loose floor board

She didn’t go for it though, instead she went to where Norman had gone

Y/n was being quite and moving places where Norman wouldn’t find her

She had reached Norman’s study where she stood by the door and listened into the conversation Norman was having with someone

“God Goblin had these plans to propose to her and here you are ruining everything!” Norman shouts at no one, but Y/n had known he actually was talking to someone

Y/n felt tears leave her eyes now since she had found out it’s her own boyfriend she had been fighting

“Well if she’s not cheating, she’s got to be Spiderman!” Green Goblin shouts back at Norman

Her eyes widened and she wanted to scream right now

“Now your really trying to make me feel stupid. Why would Y/n be Spiderman?” Norman had asked Green Goblin who knew Y/n was outside of the study’s door right now

‘Ask her yourself Norman’ Goblin hadn’t said out loud so Y/n wouldn’t have heard him

Norman walks out of his study and Y/n just walks away as if she hadn’t heard anything

Norman had spotted her and noticed her tears she couldn’t cover up

She was so bad at hiding her feelings

“Y/n, can I talk to you please?” Norman asked her as she stops going down the stairs

She had stopped at one of the stairs and then went back up the stairs

Once she was in front of Norman, she had sobbed now

Norman hadn’t figured out how to react to this information he had found out today

Of course he was upset and of course he wants to comfort his girl, but he knew she’d only back away

“Y/n I never wanted this to happen. I really like you and honestly I was trying to protect you from him” Norman explains as she continues to sob

“I’m-” Green Goblin was in the light now which makes Norman have a huge smirk on his face

“I knew we shouldn’t have trusted you” Goblin had said and her reaction to switch up was to run into his room and get her suit on quickly on

Of course she had locked the door and put her underwear back on before putting the suit on

The door breaks down which makes her look at him

“You wouldn’t hurt Norman! Your too weak!” Goblin shouts at her which makes her back up

She had never felt so damn weak until now

His glider had shown up and he gets onto it

Y/n had climbed out of his house by going through the window. Goblin had followed along

(I should’ve mentioned this, but he’s no longer wearing his robe and is in his Green Goblin costume. Sorry for not saying that earlier)

Y/n had swung around to a different building instead of being on Norman’s roof

She was lost in her own head and hadn’t listened to her spidy senses at the time since she was too upset to even think straight

Green Goblin’s glider had gone right through her after he had landed right next to her

Norman had gotten back into the light and quickly took his mask off

“No... come on your gonna be fine” Norman said after he had taken the glider out and held onto her

He’s crying now and she’s trying to catch her breath

Tears were leaving her eyes as well now

“Norman?” She starts as he held onto her tightly

“Yes honey?” He responded quickly

“If this wasn’t happening I would’ve said yes to the proposal” she said which makes him smile a bit

“You still can Y/n. I’ll take you to hospital, okay? They can fix you there” He said which makes her smile sadly

She had stopped breathing now which makes him go numb

At least no one was awake to see this battle because then everyone would’ve talked about it

All people knew the next day was that Spiderman was in fact dead because of the Green Goblin

A week had passed and it was her funeral

Fans of Spiderman and Aunt May had gone

Norman was standing in the back with flowers for her

Tears had left his eyes since he knew damn well this was all of his fault

Once everyone had left, Norman had approached her grave and placed the flowers down

“Honey I’m so sorry. I didn’t want any of this to happen” he starts after he placed the flowers down

Of course it was raining harshly too at the moment

“But to be honest if you were still here, you’d be very proud of me. I found a serum to get rid of him. My imaginary friend is gone” He sobs out the last part

Harry Osborn had found his father at her grave and went over to hug him

Norman returns the hug as he cried into his sons shoulder

Months later and Oscorp was better then ever now

Harry had taken over though because Norman had retired early

He had a necklace on that had a charm of the ring he was going to give Y/n

It was his good luck charm when he needed it the most

He was very lost in thought right now that when the part of his house he was in got destroyed, he had just laid down on what was left of his floor and died

#norman osborn x reader #norman osborn x y/n #norman osborn x you #sad fanfiction #no happy ending #part one #Norman Osborn #willem dafoe

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goranvisnjicdaily · 24 days

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Mad World - Chapter 6

Alright, I was supposed to go out tonight with my friends from work.... But I had so many ideas for Chapter 6 that I went straight home! I didn't even stop by the supermarket! Hell no, my fingers needed to type rapidly and I'm pretty happy with how Chapter 6 turned out! Damn, those suspenders!

In Chapter 6, Mika begins to display signs of illness and she even escapes Flynn!! Enjoyyyy....

Of course she's not sick to the point of dying. That's not the point, Chapter 6 simply points out what has changed in their timelines, due to Flynn's actions in the past.

#goran visnjic #goran višnjić #garcia flynn #timeless #Timeless fanfiction #older man younger woman #Stories #willem dafoe

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Verum Vindictae - I

Masterlist, Chpt. II

Pairing: Marcus x OC (Josephine "Jo" Carlisle)

Fandom: John Wick (2014)

Summary: Bound by a blood oath she made fourteen years ago, Jo is desperately trying to escape a world she used to dream of when she is tasked with killing the infamous "Baba Yaga" and must face the truth of her past as everything she has ever known unravels around her.

WARNINGS: violence, language, eventual explicit sexual content

Notes: Okay this could probably use some editing lol but oh well. One of my current WIP novellas.

This story is part of my Willem Dafoe Challenge.

Taglist: @glitter-and-gasoline, @giona45-5, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @emilynightshade89

18:05, October 21st

“I need you to kill John Wick.”

The words still lingered in the back of my mind, drowned out not even by the sheets of rain that splattered the pavement of New York, that pummeled the umbrella that I clutched with numb, icy fingers. They were the very words that had sentenced me, the very words that had made the past fourteen years all for nothing. The very words that had shattered my existence – or my hope of one – in just a few seconds.

As I walked, I paid attention this time to the advertisements in the shop windows, on their TV screens, in an attempt to distract myself, to bring even a semblance of normalcy to the circumstances I had found myself in.

One of the screens was alight with flame; tendrils of bright orange lapped at the black smoke that poured from the windows of a suburban house.

I snapped my head away, my heart quickening in my chest, the stench of smoke seeming to cloud the damp, Autumn air, the roar of the flames making the rain soundless for a few moments. I brought my arm up to shield my face from the heat.

My lungs ached from how much I screamed, wailing something blood-curdling into air thick with smoke. I must’ve been dying. Someone’s arms wrapped around my fragile body, and I buried my face in the fabric of their shirt, sputtering pitifully to expel my lungs of this cruel calamity. I wasn’t sure who it was, couldn’t smell them past the horrid stench of the fire.

A jolt passed through me as a beam, white-hot with fire, came tumbling beside us, my saviour lurching to the side and holding me tighter. I threw my arm up, the heat attacking the side of my face, stinging my tear-streaked eye. And then, cold washed over me, and I let a shaking arm fall around their shoulder, and my head was light, the world spinning, but the last thing I saw was the house lit like a torch, an orange flash, bright in the dark of night.

My eyes darted to another store window, my breath coming shaky from my lungs as I lowered my arm. A few confused stares bore into me, but I ignored them, focusing instead on the merchandise behind the glass.

Costumes, colourful and lurid, lining racks. Pink tutus, elegant leotards in every shade, flowy skirts and dresses and sequined purple top hats. There was an odd, unsettling familiarity, and so I let my gaze travel to the shoes positioned in the store window. Black jazz shoes, tap shoes that glinted with metal outsoles, and a pair of ballet slippers, stark white save for the beads of crimson that speckled them.

My heart seized, and my ankles seemed to ache beneath me as I walked, and I blinked.

The red was gone.

Every limb held rigid, my toes screaming at me in pain, my heart in my throat as I moved not in beauty or grace but in fear. The stern gaze of my mentor on every flick of my fingers, every dart of my feet.

Pain like I’d never felt before shot through the nerve of my leg up to my spine, and I plummeted, my vision undulating. I collapsed on the stage in a tangle of my own limbs, my fingers reaching gingerly for the misshapen ankle that bled, speckling my white slippers in an awful shade of red.

I was going to die, and the worst moments of my life were flashing before my eyes.

I couldn’t kill John. He’d been the one to help clean my slippers, been the one to tell me that someday, he’d get me out of there, that someday, I wouldn’t have to dance for anyone, wouldn’t have to be a slave to anyone.

He’d been wrong about that last part, of course. Funny, how things worked out. But that wasn’t his fault; it was mine. I had chosen this path. I had chosen vengeance and murder. It was my blood on that marker, not his.

I waved over a taxi, and sunk into the backseat, my black overcoat and raven locks blending with the darkness of the faux leather. I wished to disappear, to be gone from the nightmare that was this life, to no longer look over my shoulder and wonder if each face I passed on the streets was out to get me.

The taxi pulled in front of the Continental – a towering edifice sat nestled between tree-shadowed roads that branched into a somewhat quiet intersection. The structure had never ceased to amaze me when I was younger, even before it had been remodeled, but now was a sight to behold to anyone – the ivy, growing along otherwise seemingly-untouched architecture, the modern outdoor sconces that sat nestled between each pillar in the vintage colonnade either side of the gold-accented doors.

It was my only safe-house; the Continental, for years, had served as the only grounds that assassins were forbidden from conducting business on. But that wasn’t why I was here.

I folded my umbrella as I came beneath the awning: a black canopy marked with the letter “C”.

Upon entering the Continental, the roar of the heavy rain all but ceased, replaced by the subtle notes of classical music and the faint hum of activity in the lobby. My boots seemed to strike the marbled floors with a piercing conviction, catching the attention of the concierge – a familiar, friendly face.

Fourteen years, Charon had been nothing but kind to me. Though I knew it was all because I was living in Baba Yaga’s shadow, I couldn’t help but feel a certain comfort when he greeted me, the subtle lamplight gleaming in the frames of his glasses and the hint of a warm smile quirking at his lip.

“A pleasure seeing you, Miss Carlisle,” the concierge said.

I dipped my head slightly in acknowledgment, but, like John, I wasn’t one for formalities – especially not when I was on a job.

“Has John been here?” I asked.

Charon’s gaze bore into mine for a second or two, but his hint of a smile never faded. “Mr. Wick? Yes, he checked in earlier this afternoon.”

“I need to see him,” I said. “What room?”

“Miss, you know I cannot disclose that information.”

I nodded slowly, and bit my lip. Everyone at the Continental was bound by a code, the same code that forbade violence on the grounds. It transcended business, rivalries, markers and even family. Because everyone knew what happened when you broke it.

“The usual?” I asked Charon. John had always favoured a suite on the seventh floor. Habits. Even the most feared hitmen couldn’t seem to break them.

Charon said nothing, but his gaze told me enough.

“Thank you,” I said, and dipped my fingers into the pocket of my overcoat. I withdrew a gold coin and slid it across the marbled counter.

Charon’s eyes darted down to the coin, and he asked as he slipped it into the register below the desk, “Would you like a room, Miss Carlisle?”

I hesitated. Occasionally, I’d stayed at the Continental when it was more convenient for business, or when my boss became too insufferable, but I’d always had a home to return to. Now I was truly on my own, and I needed a place to stay.

“Yes, please,” I said, and slid another coin across the counter.

Charon handed me a room key, and said, “I believe Mr. Wick is out on business at the moment. May I suggest a drink at the bar?”

As I tucked the key into my pocket, my stomach clenched. Though I shouldn’t have doubted John’s capability in conducting said business, the little girl in me who’d found solace in his company when our mentor had pushed me too hard, who’d once cried into his shoulder, had seen him as a brother – she couldn’t help but fear for him, no matter how infamous he’d become.

Deft but vicious in their movements, they had all the elegance of the dancers, but none of the refined absence of freedom. They bled from savage blows, not pointed toes or fractured ankles. One boy, his dark hair tied back from hard-set eyes, fought as if he were dancing, though each movement was unpredictable. Graceful yet raw. I could’ve watched them spar for hours.

The boy was quick to pin his opponent to the ground, and their instructor uttered some words in Russian – a language I was still learning –, seeming to dismiss them. The trainees dispersed, and the boy let down his hair to his shoulders, seemingly eager to be unbound by the customs of the Ruska Room.

I had received my ballet slippers that morning, and they were held stiffly in one hand as I approached the boy – practically waddled over, for my legs were so short.

His gaze lowered to me instantly, though his face was void of emotion, brown eyes still cold as the earth, brows still strung by a faint knit.

“Can you teach me?” I asked him.

His gaze wandered to the slippers I clutched beside me, and then back to my eyes. “Maybe when you’re older.”

“Miss Carlisle?”

Charon’s voice snapped me from the memory, pulled me from the rich incense and bitter vodka and the tincture of sweat and the sharp commands in a once-foreign tongue.

“Yes, thank you,” I said, the faintest tinge of my old accent bleeding through my words, and he told me to enjoy my stay, as per usual, though my feet guided me almost insensibly through the halls to the club.

The bright marble of the lobby was a stark contrast to the club; I found myself swathed in its mellowed lighting of shamrock and tangerine, ensconced in the slightly-more upbeat notes of the live jazz music played by a bedazzled singer and her band. Rich, red curtains were strung alongside the wall adjacent to the bar, where several members of the Continental sipped at martinis and cocktails.

The dining area was densely-populated at this hour, many couples and singles seated at small, white-clothed tables near the stage. The red-black, half-circle booths that lined the darker, quieter corners of the club were seldom occupied, most usually reserved. But my eye caught on one occupant, a bright amber eye flashing like a torch in the dim light, the other half of his face obscured by that mask I knew all too well, the collar of a black coat tugged up around his neck as if he were hiding something.

His one-eyed stare was immediately on me, freezing my stride in the middle of the dining area, my spine setting itself rigid.

Only when a woman stopped to pay him a greeting did our gazes break, did the breath return to my lungs. I scowled, watching as a couple others took notice of his presence and went to exchange greetings.

Cain was one of the most renowned assassins in the hotel. Though he boasted nowhere near the same accomplishments as Baba Yaga, he still had his tales told in hushed tones by those in the business, like the couple that sat beside me, glancing over to him and whispering bashfully in each other’s ears.

These tales were all true, because they were my tales. I should’ve been the one that they were whispering about.

I turned on my heel and started towards the bar, smoothing out my overcoat as I took a seat on one of the tall stools. No sooner did I take a seat did my phone buzz in my pocket, and as I went to reach for it, my fingers just barely ghosting across the case, my head snapped to my left, where the man beside me drew his attention from his drink to his own pocket. He procured his phone.

I dug mine out, heart thudding wildly in my chest, and nearly fumbled for the unlock button. My screen read:

ANONYMOUS CONTRACT. JONATHAN WICK. 2 MIL.

My heart plummeted into my gut, and I shoved the device back in my pocket, swallowing past a suddenly-dry throat. I cast my gaze around the club, at every face, now lit by the light of their phone screens, now big-eyed and awed. Everyone was whispering now; everyone was speaking in mad, hushed tones.

I had anticipated that the name on that contract would’ve been mine, but this… this was worse.

“Let me try,” he said, taking the slipper from the hands that I’d practically scrubbed raw in an attempt to work out the stains of my blood.

Tension was released from my diaphragm in a shaky mess of a sigh, and my fingers, ruddy and chafed, trembled. Once finished my feat of raw adrenaline, I collapsed, back sinking against the side of the tub and my tailbone hitting the ceramic floor with a sharp jolt of pain. But it was nothing in comparison to the ankle that brushed the tiles the wrong way as my leg folded before me. Spilled, soapy water seeped into the cast, and I couldn’t suppress my whimper as every nerve screamed at me, pain coursing through the tendons of my leg like fire.

He looked up from the slipper, dusky locks falling in front of eyes that were usually impossible to read, but now shone faintly with a gentle concern.

“Let me take a look at your ankle,” he said.

I shook my head stubbornly, hair fraying from its bun as my head rocked against the side of the tub. “She told me to have my slippers clean by tomorrow morning,” I protested, voice straining not to break under the stress, a tear threatening to bead at my eye.

He sighed, and set my slipper aside to begin peeling at the bandaging of my ankle. My leg seized, and I bit my tongue, iron spiking it as I tried desperately to keep the tears at bay.

“Hey,” he said, and swept a thumb beneath my eye, to collect the moisture that had spilled. “It’s okay to cry. She’s not here.”

“No,” I murmured past gritted teeth. “No, it’s not.”

I clenched my jaw now, teeth grinding, as I stood from the bar, and marched myself to the booth in the corner.

Cain’s eye, flashing bright, was trained on me as I took my seat across from him.

“Take the contract down,” I hissed.

One dark eyebrow curved upward, as if surprised, but quickly fell back into place, framing that wretched eye that burned with an ember of barely contained rage.

“I will if you do what I asked of you,” he replied, voice low. He wanted to keep this discreet; everything was always discreet.

My jaw clenched tighter, and I growled, “I told you, I won’t. I can’t.”

“You can,” he said, and a slender hand reached to clasp over mine, but I yanked my arm back with a virulent animosity.

His mouth curved into a bitter line, and he said, “He’s not your brother, Josephine. He’s not your family. Your loyalty is displaced. When is the last time you spoke to the man?”

My gaze hardened, and yet I found it difficult to look him in his eye, so it dragged across the leather of the mask that obscured the half of his face that I’d never seen, adorned by tiny, silver cogs and banded around a nest of gelled, silvering-black locks. A sharp chin dipped downward, brow knitting as he studied me from that burning eye.

I met it finally to say, “Then I have no family.”

The flame of his eye may have flickered, something akin to hurt dampening the fire that lit an amber lamplight. But I didn’t spare him so much as another glance as I stood from the booth, and turned my back on the man who, despite possibly being the closest thing I had to family since John’s retirement, had done nothing but trick me, use me, betray me.

I was done playing by the rules. I was done weighing one’s life with mine.

#john wick #2014 #marcus #willem dafoe #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #my writing #oc: josephine #oc: cain #eventual smut #slow burn #mdni #verum vindictae #the willem dafoe challenge

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edith-hyde · 2 years

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@nebulousfishgills and @yentoons

Ta-da! Elevator scene.

Honestly, I am super proud of this. I hope you guys like it!

#i forgot my umbrella #norman osborn #norman osborn x reader #fanart #fanfiction #willem dafoe

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crowlex23 · 2 years

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#octogoblin #willem dafoe #alfred molina #green goblin #doctor octopus #otto octavius #norman osborn #spiderman nwh #fanfiction

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b1ueoff1ine · 2 years

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Surgery

Norman Osborn Fan Fiction

Norman Osborn × Trans!M!Reader

Summary:

You recently got the surgery to remove the boobs that originally sat on your chest. You're super excited, and your boyfriend is excited for you as well. In fact, he's so happy for you that he takes you out to a nice dinner.

Word Count: 382 only.

Warnings: Age Gap.

A/N: this was my first LGBTQ work, so let me know if you like it! Or if you want another LGBTQ work from me!

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You were officially off the meds the doctors had given you for your surgery.

This was a huge milestone in your life. You were finally able to be accepted as a trans male- most people took one look at the bulge that rested on your chest and declared you a female, no matter how much you told them no, you were trans, that you identified as male.

Your parents were proud of you too, and that was great. What was even better, however, was that your boyfriend, Norman Osborn, was even more proud. He loved you for who you were, not for who you used to be, and not for the image of your body.

That was the biggest reason you were with him- his charming good looks coming second.

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"Hey sweetie. How are you feeling?" Norman's deep voice came through from the other end of the call.

"Great! I just got off the meds this morning." You reply.

"That's good. Are you okay with me stopping by? I want to ask you something."

"Of course you can. You know you're always welcome at my apartment."

"Ok. And get something nice on, I have a surprise for you." With that, he hung up the call.

"A surprise? Must be good!" You rushed to get something nice on, and you settled for a red button-up shirt and black ripped jeans.

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Norman knocked on the door at 4:06 PM.

You ran to the door and opened it, seeing Norman in a nice white button-up tee and plain blue jeans.

You jumped in his arms and he kissed you.

"Norman! Look how flat I am!"

"I know darling, you look so handsome!"

Hearing him call you handsome instead of pretty made you the happiest man in the world.

"You know that surprise I told you about?" Norman asked.

"Yeah?" You couldn't sit still anymore. You were just too excited. You started bouncing on your toes, waiting for his reply.

"I booked us a private table at {expensive restaurant}. It'll be just you and me." He said proudly.

"Really? That's my favorite restaurant! Thank you so much, Norman!"

This time you kissed him, and you giggled into his mouth when he squeezed your ass teasingly.

"I love you Norman."

"I love you too Y/N."

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Taglist

@ghostlypie for asking for this!

#fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction #norman osborn #norman osborn fan fic #norman osborn x you #norman x reader #bored af #green goblin #willem dafoe

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marvel-snape-writes · 2 years

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Something a little different… (because I’ve fallen down a Norman Osborn / Willem Dafoe in general hole recently and just HAD to write this 😅)

After Hours. <— AO3 link

Don’t Call Me ‘Honey’.

Norman Osborn x original female character || smut

Set in the slightly younger days of the Osborn family where Norman is still married to Harry's mum, Emily.

Norman and Emily barely even speak to each other since having such busy schedules, let alone show each other affection. When they notice Harry is struggling with a certain subject at school, they both agree that the best option would be to get him a tutor that visits the house over the school holidays. However, as the lessons go by, Norman takes a particular shine to her being in the house so much and perhaps giving him the attention he has been missing.

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Set a little while into the affair, Harry's maths tutor tries to entice Norman back to bed. Norman has a meeting to get to at work but can barely resist her taunting ways and words as she discovers what *really* gets him going; being told how much of a filthy love rat he really is.

18+

Snippet:

“ “I fucking wish you had eaten the breakfast on offer that didn't even require you leaving the bed…” The girl whispered into his ear from behind, gently kissing it.

“Are you crazy?!” Norman hissed through clenched teeth, shivering as she grazed her teeth against his earlobe, “My son almost just walked in on us!”

“So?” She continued to wind him up, resting her chin on his shoulder as they gazed into the mirror together.

“You know the saying ‘keeping things behind closed doors’, huh?” He glared, “That ain’t just a saying, it applies to things exactly like this.”

“Ah… I see,” She nodded, wrapping one of her arms around his lower stomach from behind and teasingly placing her fingertips into the waistband of his suit pants, “So, you don't want your son to know or tell your wife that you fuck his maths tutor at any given opportunity?”

“Th… That is…” Norman swallowed hard, glancing down at her fingers, “That is exactly what I am saying.” ”

#marvel #multiverse of madness #marvel multiverse #marvel cinematic universe #norman osborn #green goblin #Norman Osborn x original female character #harry osborn #willem dafoe #Norman Osborn smut #Norman Osborn fanfic #Norman Osborn fanfiction #spider man: no way home #spiderman #smut #fanfic #fanfiction

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myveryownfanfiction · 6 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by @illiana-mystery

Prompt from @knivesofdaudwill

prompt: a gentle “I love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss

tags: @fangsandroses, @salemwitch96, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @ghostlypie

Norman looked up as I walked into the room. He smiled at me before looking me over, his expression subtly changing. I rolled my eyes at him with a smile as I walked to the side of his desk.

“hello.” He said, turning in his chair to face me.

“Hi.” I responded. “Did you sign those papers yet?” Norman shrugged and glanced at his desk. “Norman.” I whined quietly.

“I need incentive. You know that.” He chuckled. Norman glanced at his door and I sat in his lap.

“you and your damn incentive.” I laughed. Norman shrugged with a smile. “What do you require to get those papers signed?” He smiled at me before leaning in to kiss me. I cupped his cheeks as he pulled away. Normans eyes were shining as he looked at me.

“I love you.” He whispered as his thumbs rubbed over my shirt. Norman leaned in to kiss me again, this time pulling me closer to him and tightening his grip on me. I hummed into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I love you too.” I said when we finally broke away. Norman smiled at me and pulled me flush against him. We sat like that for a while before he turned back to the desk and signed the papers I had given him the day before.

“all done.” He whispered as he pushed back from the desk to let me up. I laughed as I took the papers and went to leave. Norman caught my hand and pulled me back, standing up to kiss me one last time. “Making you my assistant was the best thing I’ve ever done.” I smiled at him and cupped his cheek.

“remember that when you’re complaining I work you too hard.” I teased. Norman kissed my hand before letting me finally leave his office.

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illiana-mystery · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday

Haven't done this in a while, but I figured I would do this again since I have a couple of fics in progress right now. And noticing how much you like Space Oddity, I'm also deciding to tease Chapter 7 in this WIP post.

The other two WIPs I want to share are two Christmas fics I've been working on as of late.

Those being a Christmas follow-up to the Thanksgiving fic I posted, Carving the Turkey and an Jim Bussey and Heather Mattis fic.

Scroll to the two Christmas WIPs proper for the plot summary. 😉

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Space Oddity

"Saaltar, can I ask you something," you gently asked as the car kept driving you two down the road to your home.

"Sure," he replied, before looking back at you with a smile. "What's on your mind?"

"I was just wondering what you were thinking about earlier," you said, looking closely at him to see his reaction to your inquiry.

"Earlier?"

"Yeah, like where was your mind when we were walking to the cafeteria earlier?"

"Oh," he moaned in relief. "I was just thinking of how I don't want to leave Earth."

"Wait, really?! Why? I know you like Earth, but you're an ambassador. I mean that's pretty impressive."

"All that glitters is not gold, Teri," he moaned. "Yes, I do like being an ambassador. But being here, even for this short time, has made me realize how much I've missed out on. Keitalea is a beautiful place, but we don't have the beautiful wildlife you have. It's a technological, urban wasteland. That's why I started my study in the first place. I needed a new choice of scenery. I want more than what I've known my whole lifespan. I want this...and I want you. My illuminescent has never been so active inside of me. I've never felt so alive since Maalita..."

"Maalita?" you curiously asked. "Who's Maalita?"

"I rather not talk about it. Forget I said anything," he sadly said. "The point I was trying to make before is I'm purposely trying to extend my study and stay here. I don't have anything in Keitalea like I have here with you."

He looked like he was trying to hold back tears, so you rubbed his back to comfort him.

"Saal, it's okay. You're welcome to stay with me as long as you want. Trust me, I'm the last person that wants you to go back home. I would miss you just as much you would miss me. I'm sorry for asking."

"It's okay," he said as he took your hand from his back and kissed it. "You were just concerned."

"Of course. Because I really care for you."

"Ditto," he said before he kissed your hand again.

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Hot for Santa

Plot Summary: Jim is volunteering to be Santa for the local library's Storytime with Santa event. He agrees to do so since he thinks it'll be a great way to reintroduce himself into the town for Heather's sake. The event involves him reading to the kids, asking what they want for Christmas, taking pictures with each kid. Heather is also there, dressed like an elf. She takes pictures and reports on the event for her day job but also serves as emotional support for her introverted boyfriend. (Smut happens after the main event of the fic. 😉)

"Hmm, looking good," Jim hummed as he looked at himself in the mirror. The old man was warmly clothed in a full Santa suit, posing in front of the looking glass.

He really did believe what he said, until his eye moved to his big belly.

"Well, at least Annie will think so," he moaned.

He didn't really like how much weight he gained over the year, but he knew his girlfriend didn't mind. She loved him just the way he was.

"Now where is she?," he pondered before his phone started to vibrate off of his bathroom counter where he left it. Swiftly, he picked it up to see a message from his beloved.

Heather: Your helper elf is on the way, Santa. 😘 Sorry for the delay. Brad wouldn't shut up.

He playfully rolled his eyes as he read the text. Her boss was always so talkative and always made her borderline late to events she was gonna attend for a news story.

So why would the Storytime with Santa event be any different?

Jim: It's okay. I know how Brad is. Take your time and use your key to get in. I want to surprise you.

He put his phone back down after that, knowing he probably shouldn't text her anymore since she was driving.

After, he went back to combing and grooming his snowy white beard. His facial hair was just as thick and soft as ever, but had gone from grey with speckles of white to just white like his chest hair.

His girlfriend also liked that though, so he decided against dying it back to his grey color, instead letting the grey just overtake the hair on his head.

70 would be hard for most men, but with the young and vibrant Heather by his side, he felt like a million bucks.

And just the thought of seeing his sweet Heather, well Annie as he called her, made him happily hum as the bristles went through the white. But he didn't have to wait for her much longer, since she arrived as soon as he put the comb down.

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Harry Christmas

Plot Summary: On a fateful morning a couple of days before Christmas, a NWH-type event happens right in the penthouse Norman now shares with his beloved girlfriend, Deja. That event being Harry waking up in his old human body (circa 2007) in his old room. His sudden return, of course, shocks his father and butler as well as Deja. But they accept his return as a Christmas miracle, and make up for lost time during the holidays. But will Harry be able to stay or will he have to return to his former eternal rest?

Meanwhile, in the abandoned bedroom, a gust of wind chill from the hairline size opening of the forgotten broken window crept through.

It breezed past the old wood, peeled wallpaper, and remnants of the yesteryear of a decade long passed, before tickling the nose of its former inhabitant.

The chill immediately woke him up, before he jumped up and opened his eyes. Immediately, shock set in as he looked around in the old, unkempt room while his psyche finally realized where he was.

He was back in his old room...in the penthouse...in Manhattan.

But how?

He didn't remember how he returned to the land of the living. All he remembered was a flash of white before he was knocked out, and now he was here.

Still, he felt weird in his former human body.

For two decades now, he felt weightless and now he was forced to endure the gravity of the Earth again as well as a slow decay of the human form.

But he decided to take it in stride, especially after his senses were awakened by the smell of breakfast.

So with haste, and a short montage of picking an old pajama set to wear, he made his way downstairs eager to see Bernard again.

But as he cleared the corner, he was shocked to find a curvy black woman with a robe and a headscarf on in the kitchen instead.

Who was this lady?, he thought. Was she the new help? Or was she a secretary that his father managed to bed?

"Oh, Manny, finally you're awake," she chirped before she turned around. But she was more than shocked to see Harry standing in front of her instead of her boyfriend.

"Harry?!" she exclaimed.

"Manny? Who's Manny? How do you know my name? And who are you?"

"I can't believe...how...where...what," she asked in shocked before she had to sit down. "You're dead. How is this possible?"

"I'm not sure," he answered crossly. "But would you please be so kind to answer my questions."

"I must be dreaming," she murmured. "This is all a dream and you aren't here. Right, right..."

"I assure you I'm real," he insisted before he touched her hand. She jumped and pulled her hand back before looking up into his lively smoky brown eyes.

"Oh my gosh. I'm not dreaming. This is real," she exclaimed before she began to tear up. "I don't know how this is possible, but I'm actually happy you're here. Your father needs you. He missed you so much and has told me so much about you."

"Wait, he misses me? How do you know that? What has he told you?" he asked before sitting down across from her.

"I know that because I'm your father's new girlfriend," she started. "My name is Deja Salazar-Tate and your father is my everything. I love him so much. And he really regrets how he left things. I think he seeks closure and your forgiveness."

"He does love and miss me," he mumbled to himself before he looked back at the woman across from him. "Thank you for the confirmation. I feel the same. I wish we could get the time back."

"Unfortunately, you can't get that time back," Deja said softly before squeezing his hand. "But that doesn't mean that you can't use the time you have now to make amends. I want that for both of you. All I want for Christmas is Norman's peace of mind."

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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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if you were able to finish the soup, then they would be very proud of you.

Hiya @dafoescult ! Here is your line :D! This is from Our Darling :) I decided to give you this one seeing you were a fellow Dafoe simp 😌👌 I will still write for our dear gobby and doc ock but at the moment i am currently in a moon knight phase so i have to put them aside for awhile☺

Thank you for participating! 💞💞

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darius-1 · 12 days

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Elektra vs Goblin!

I have this idea: Green Goblin, being weaker than the one we know, is more street level and not riding a glider. So, therefore I put him on Elektra’s level. Or Elektra is Spider-Woman in this universe and so she is street level like Spider-Man with her newfound strength rivals that of the Goblin’s. Either way, both characters can now battle each other on equal footing.

Posted these in the past on DeviantArt, so I'm posting here in celebration of Jennifer Garner's birthday.

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 1 year

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A different kind of secret

Warnings: fluff and mentions of sex

Note: the timeline is during the first Spiderman!

Y/n had just found out that she was pregnant

She didn’t know if it was a good idea to tell Norman who clearly said after hooking up he wouldn’t want to see her again

They we’re both drunk that night too and well Goblin had taken control over Norman at some point, but she doesn’t know that

She was too drunk to even notice the voice change

Their was a knock on her apartment door

“Just a sec!” She shouts and places the test down onto her counter in her bathroom

She goes over to answer the door and when she did Norman Osborn was there

“Mr Osborn…? What are you doing here?” She asked him

“Please just call me Norman honey. I wanted to check up on you after the hookup. I’m sure I said things to you that I never intended on saying” she shook her head

“I also didn’t use protection too and you mentioned not being on the pill too…”

‘Fuck.’ She says in her mind since what was she supposed to do? Say she’s pregnant then and their?

“I would like to mention that if you are pregnant I would love to be the kids life and yours too…” he says and then looks down

“You said you wanted nothing to do with me afterwards. You made it very clear that you were just using me” she pointed out and he looks back at her

“Y/n could I come in to tell you why ‘I’ said that?” Norman asked her and she was confused, but decided to say yes

He enters her apartment and goes over to her couch

She shuts her door and then goes over to her couch that he sat on

“I was the Green Goblin…” he confesses whilst she sat down next to him

Now when she went to look back at the memory of that night his voice did sound like the Green Goblin’s voice

“I’m very sorry for what he said…” he looks at her and she looks at him

“I would say it’s okay, but it really isn’t” she says and then her eyes wonder to the floor

“That’s understandable. I’m sure it’ll take time to trust me also even if I got rid of him for you” her eyes met his again and she knew he was the telling the truth

“I trust you…” she says honestly and he was surprised

He then smiles

“I’m glad” he says and she then gets up

“I need to tell you something Norman” she starts and he was interested

“Is it that your pregnant?” He asked her and she was shocked

“I mean I brought up the protection and the birth control and how I would absolutely be there for you and the kid. Your also talked too a scientist sweetheart” she chuckles and also mentally face palmed herself too for forgetting that part

“Don’t you want the proof?” She asked him and he said ‘if you want too, but I already believe you.’

She nods her head and then goes into her bathroom

She picks up the pregnancy test and then brings it to her living room

Once she was back in her living room, she showed Norman

Even though he believed her to begin with, he started to cry and the realization that he was going to be a father again brought him to tears

“Are you okay Norman?” She asked him

“I’m okay, it just fully hit me that I was going to be a father again” Norman says as she goes to throw away the test

She washes her hands and then sat down next to Norman

They both looked at each other and the next thing they know, their kissing passionately

It was like they haven’t seen each other in years

Like they were meant for each other

Once they pulled apart, he started to talk to her stomach

“I cannot wait to meet you little fella” he says with tears still leaving his eyes

This moment made Y/n start to tear up with happy tears

She was glad that she had Norman to help her out

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