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ambermation · 2 years

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Hii, hun!

Can you do one where the reader’s basically like Harry’s stepmom or smth like that and then Norman just watches the two of them bonding 🥺

Hi! this sounds so adorable :D I think maybe we could all use some stepmom content, don't you?

You’re my Son, Too (Platonic Harry Osborn x Stepmom!Reader)

A/n from the future: I'm so sorry this took so long! I've been stuck writing this for months because I couldn't get it the way I wanted it to be. I felt bad for how long it was taking, so I tried just writing it in a simple way. I hope you'll still like this!

My relationship to my stepson was… fairly neutral, to be honest. It’s not like I didn’t want to form a relationship with him, honestly, I do! It’s just a little weird between us. I’m nice to him and Harry is nice to me. But I could feel that he was mostly being coldly polite to me. Every time we talk he always gives vague, generic, or incredibly simplistic responses. And our conversations were always as short as they possibly could be.

But I want to change things. He’s a good son who wants his father to be happy, which I respect. We’re family. I’m hoping we can become closer than this business-like relationship we currently have. I’m not sure how to start. We might have the same interests? Though it was hard to tell if we did.

There had to be something I could try talking about with him. Maybe video games? I know that he and his friend Peter often play their games when they hang out. I like playing them too. I’m not sure what games they play however. We could be playing completely different games. For a while I debated whether or not I should just ask Harry what games he enjoys or if I should look in his room. I reach the conclusion that I should just ask him when I get the chance. Invading his personal space also wouldn’t really improve our relationship either. So that’s what I set out to do. Next time I see Harry I'll ask him.

That shouldn’t be too hard, now, right?

—-

It certainly was a hard thing to do. I barely saw Harry anyways, when I wasn’t trying to talk to him, since he was always either hanging out with friends, out at his classes, or just kind of avoiding staying at home for long. It certainly felt like he was doing that just to avoid me, but I knew it was him avoiding Norman and me. They don’t have the closest relationship either, though Norman is trying, especially with my encouragement. Their relationship is certainly better than ours, but that’s like saying that a pile of dirt is better than a pile of mud.

“It shouldn’t be that hard to talk to him. Just talk to him like I would with any of my friends,” I think to myself as I grab a cup of water. As I turn around I collide with something solid, spilling my water all over the place. I look up and see none other than Harry himself. He looks rather annoyed, but more so at the fact water was spilt all over his shirt rather than at me. Although I think he might be a bit annoyed with me as well.

“And there goes my new shirt.” He says, voice laced with disappointment as he inspects the material.

“I’m so sorry, Harry! I didn’t see you and I didn’t think you’d be home right now.” That was true. I thought he had class right now. “Well I’m here. Right now, with water all over me.” He’s about to push past me when I stop him, paper towels in hand.

“Can you really blame me for not knowing? You never really talk to me. I can’t really know your schedule if you don’t share it with me.” I say as I look for the nearest real towel to use. I needed to make this conversation become positive. Fast. Before he leaves. “I tell my father my schedule. Doesn’t he tell you?” He asks. He throws away the soaked paper towels. He turns and looks at me. His expression is still annoyed, yet there’s a mix of curiosity there. I shake my head.

“No, not really,” I lean against the counter, “He usually just tells me what the two of you do, and how he’s glad you seem to be doing well,”

Harry sighs. I guess he really thought his dad told me. I don’t think even Norman fully remembers Harry’s schedule. “Of course he didn’t. Go figure,” he huffs. He turns his attention to the fridge, looking inside to find something. Okay, gotta steer this conversation now.

“But I’d love to know your schedule, Harry. Just tell me what it is and I'll remember.” I’ll certainly do my best to remember it, at least. I’m inevitably gonna forget a few things. His eyes cast over to me briefly, considering my words, before looking back into the fridge. “I mean it. I can’t say that I’ll always remember your schedule exactly, but I’ll try to remember most of it, if you’ll share it with me.” I smile reassuringly at him. He finally grabs a soda from the fridge. He turns to me. For a moment he stares before returning my smile. A genuine smile. I notice that his shirt is still soaked from my water. “I’m really sorry about the water. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Harry dismisses that with a wave of his hand. “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t paying attention either,” he gives me another smile. “I, uh, guess I’ll try telling you and dad what I’m up to, alright?” He starts heading toward the exit.

“Wait!” I say, reaching out. He stops and looks at me, an eyebrow raised. “I was thinking that we could try spending some time together, if you’re not busy?” He contemplates his answer for a moment.

“I mean, I’m not doing anything right now. I was just watching TV. You could join me if you want?”

“I was actually wondering if we could play some video games together.”

“Sure. I’ve got a few you might like.”

Happy I managed to get on better terms with Harry, I eagerly followed him to his room. We head inside the messy room. At least it was mostly clothes, papers, and books thrown about the place instead of trash. The mess bothers me a little, but I ignore it. It’s not a big deal anyways. I sit down on the bed as Harry sets up his Playstation 2.

“What game do you want to play?” He shows me the games he has. I haven’t played any of them, so I let Harry pick. “Whichever one you like the best, Harry.” He smiles before picking one of the games. “Have you ever played this one before?” I shake my head. I grab the other controller as Harry joins me on the bed. His grin turns mischievous.

“Oh no. I don’t like that look,” he laughs in response.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Sure. And I’m the Queen of England.”

—----

(Third Person POV)

A few hours later, after a long day at work, Norman returns home. He sighed; today was a stressful day. And tomorrow was sure to be just as, if not more, stressful. All he wanted to do was just take a nice hot bath, change into his silk robes, and collapse into bed, his wife in his arms.

He smiled as he thought of his wife. She always brightened his mood no matter how bad she was feeling. Norman walked out of the elevator and into his penthouse, wondering where Y/N could be. He walked by the study she likes to work in, but he saw there was nobody inside. He didn’t hear anything in the kitchen either. He figured he’d see his wife in their shared bedroom instead. As he walked down the hallway he heard excited yelling coming from his son’s room. Curious, Norman pushes the door open wider to find Y/N and Harry playing on the latter’s console.

The two kept shouting as they played, clearly trying to beat the other at whatever game they were playing. The sight made Norman smile. While his relationship with his son has been improving significantly, the relationship between Y/N and Harry seemed to be stuck at neutrality. This was a step in the right direction. The two most important people in Norman’s life bonding. He couldn’t help the elated grin across his countenance. It dropped for a moment when the two shouted once more.

“Yes!”

“No!”

Harry, in his victory, threw his hands up in the air. Meanwhile, Y/N crossed his arms and pouted for a moment before laughing. “You picked that game because you knew you’d win, didn’t you Harry?” She asks in a teasing voice. Harry laughs. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just really bad,” he turns to give her a smirk when he sees his father in the doorway. His eyes widened in surprise briefly before smiling.

“Hey, dad.” Y/N turns to face her husband. She gives a small wave. “How long were you standing there?” Harry asks.

Norman gives them a smile. “Enough to see your victory, Harry. Congrats!” Y/N shakes her head. “No I’m pretty sure he cheated, so technically I won,” she playfully nudges the college student.

“Is it really cheating if you’re playing against a bad player?”

“Aw c’mon, I wasn’t that bad!” She pouts once more.

Harry chuckles. “The score begs to differ,” he gestures to the TV. And sure enough, the trio could see that Player 1 was leagues ahead of Player 2. The completely different scores made Norman laugh. Blushing, Y/N grabbed Harry’s controller and handed it back to him.

“Then how about a rematch?”

“You’re on!”

Y/N turns to Norman as Harry sets the game up. “Honey, do you want to be the referee? You know, to make sure somebody,” she points at Harry, “doesn’t cheat?” Harry rolls his eyes at his stepmom, but the smile on his face gives away how he truly feels. Norman steps into the room and joins the two on his son’s bed.

“Of course, love.”

#norman osborn x reader #harry osborn & reader #harry osborn #norman osborn #raimi trilogy #x reader #marvel #spider-man #spiderman raimi #spider man trilogy #platonic!harry osborn x reader #stepmom!reader #you're my son too

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tomurderornottomurder · 9 months

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miguel and the multiversal nothing; miguel o'hara

pair. miguel o'hara x gn!reader

summ. even without a single tie to spider-man, you and miguel are friends. one night he gives you an existential crisis over that fact.

gen. fluff, angst, existential crisis comfort

wc. 1.4k

tw. existential crisis, food, miguel has FEELINGS, ooc miguel, dialogue heavy

note. i'm not abiding by any multiverse rules. miguel o'hara needs friends. implied platonic but feel free to interpret romantically.

As it seems to be getting more common, it's raining. A soothing beat against your windows and roof with the added instrumentals of thunder and the visuals of lightning. It's a usual night for you. Work was over about four hours ago and you ate dinner two before and now you're simply admiring the view with a warm drink. Instead of pacing back and forth like a madman, you take a seat on your chair perpetually stationed facing one of the eight-foot-tall windows. As soon as you sit down, a rather polite though loud thud sounds against the window leading to your fire escape. (Yes, a window instead of a door. You didn't get an answer from your landlord.) Setting your drink down, you get up and quickly make your way to the fire escape. You bend down to slide the window open, letting in a soaked other-Spider-Man. Or Miguel as you like to occasionally call him.

"Another one of those things here?" You help him through the window, one hand in his, and the other on his back.

"Anomalies," He corrects you. Like always.

"Yeah, that. Or those." You look up at him as he now stands straight and half a foot above you. Before you can let him answer, a drop of rain falling from him and straight into your eye makes you remember something, "Towel?" You rub your eye as you walk away, the answer already known.

"Yes, please."

You're back with the towel fairly quickly, handing it off to him, then strolling into the kitchen. "So, the anomalies?" You open the fridge. "Are you staying the night?" You look at him for his answer.

"Yes. Is that alright?"

"Where else would you stay?" An unintentional cut to the truth. Of course, you didn't catch this but Miguel did.

With a container in each hand, you walk toward Miguel as he takes a seat at your kitchen island. "Brought some stuff from work. Do you like chicken or steak better?"

"Steak."

"I knew that!" You laugh. "Just checking."

"Checking what?"

"If you're you."

Miguel raises a brow at you, looking through you as if that'd make you explain yourself. It works but it's not like it always does.

"Multiverse, right?" You put both containers in your universe's version of a microwave. "So, multiple of you. And me. And everyone-"

That's now how it works.

"-Maybe another one of you found me."

Impossible. You have zero connection to Spider-Man. You're not an MJ or Gwen Stacy or Peter Parker or Mom or Dad or Uncle or Aunt or Ned Leeds or Ganke or Harry or Norman Osborn. Nothing even close. You've never even been saved by your universe's Spider-Man or put in danger by him or even met him. You only know about him because everyone else does.

The microwave equivalent beeps and as you open it, you ask, "That could happen, right?"

"No."

Miguel's not usually snappy like this. You ponder something. Maybe not snappy. Curt. Is that the same thing? "How come?" You flop the food from each container onto a plate.

Miguel swallows. The collar of his suit is tightening. Suddenly, he doesn't belong. He really shouldn't be here anyway. "It wouldn't," He shrugs.

"You know," You slide his plate over, "you just don't want to tell me. Why don't you want to tell me?" You give him a playfully questioning look. You slide him a fork as you wait for a response.

Miguel grabs his fork, looking down at the food in front of him. He can feel your eyes burning into the top of his head. What happened to his resolve around you? You weren't even that close. You could barely call yourself friends being from different universes and maybe seeing each other every few months. On the other hand, you let him stay in your house in your bed, you patch him up if need be, you make him a makeshift dinner sometimes even breakfast, you confide in him he confides in you, on occasion you've watched a movie together almost always falling asleep together, sometimes you fix his hair- Okay, we get it. So, you're friends. He says something.

"What?"

"You have no relation to Spider-Man."

"What?" You ask again, much more expressive and confused, now staring at him.

"That's why it wouldn't happen."

You're quiet. What did that even mean? No relation to Spider-Man? But aren't you friends with Miguel? "No worries then," You swallow, keeping eye contact with the piece of chicken that is now very intriguing. You'd said it as a joke with nothing else to say. "What-" You look at him, "What does that mean?"

Miguel sighs, he doesn't quite meet your eyes. "Do you remember what I said about MJs and Gwens? Well, essentially... you're a background character."

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!

He can tell by your face that that was not the right way to explain that. "I mean, there's probably no other version of you. There would be no other you for another me to ever find or meet. That's why..."

You can't tell whether this is good or bad news. Truly one you. Did that make you endlessly unique or a neverending pit of boredom? "Then why do you... hang out with me?"

"I... I don't know. I like you. You're-"

"Wait, Miguel, stop for a minute. Just let me eat before I throw up. And also have a nervous breakdown. Okay?"

He nods solemnly. Why the fuck did he say that?

After eating and Miguel having to pull you away from staring at your sink, he sits you down. His hand never leaves your arm as he sits next to you with his knees touching yours. "Hey, you okay?"

"Not really."

"I shouldn't have told you any of that. I'm sorry I did. I-"

"No, it's okay. Just weird that the world revolves so much around Spider-Man and I've never even seen him once."

Miguel wants to laugh at that. He settles for trying to comfort you with arm rubs.

"Why did you call me a background character?"

Yeah, why did he do that? "I didn't mean that-" He sighs exasperated. "It's just that-"

"I'm not important to Spider-Man."

"No. Well, yes. I mean-"

You chuckle. "Is this your first time? It can't be yet you sound like it is."

Miguel's face flushes and he facepalms. You're right. Like always.

"I guess that means that this," You motion between yourself and him, "doesn't mean much."

"No!" He puts his hands up, desperate to explain but yet again you interrupt him.

"I guess that's okay. I only see you what? Four months out of a year? That's not sustainable anyway."

"...What?" He moves closer to hold your arms. "What are you talking about? This is sustainable, we're friends, aren't we?"

"I don't know. Are we?"

"Yes!" He throws his hands up. "Yes, we are." Miguel takes one of your hands and squeezes it gently, hoping to coax you back to him.

"But I'm not important." Your eyes now stare just past him. You feel empty.

"To Spider-Man, not to me," He tries to assure you as he leans in, your face and his now only a foot apart. He really is trying to get this point across. How could he approach this with logic? What explanation could make sense?

"Does my life mean anything? If I'm not apart of Spider-Man's life... Does anything matter? Do I mean anything to anyone? Do I mean anything to you?"

"You mean so much to me. We're friends! I like coming here. I like sharing your bed. I like eating heated-up meals in the night with you. I like that you patch me up even though you really don't have to. I like spending time with you. I don't care what you mean to Spider-Man. You mean something to me!" Logic wouldn't win this. He had to tell you how he felt.

You aren't expecting that. You finally meet his eye again. "What... Did you just have an emotion besides annoyance?" Now, you're smiling at him.

Miguel groans. "I'm going to regret telling you that, aren't I?"

You nod, "Yes. Very much." You get out of your seat to sit next to Miguel. "I still wanna know," You're serious again but not void of everything, "if my life means something without Spider-Man and why he's so important." Your face is serious as you look at Miguel. A moment passes before you playfully hit his chest and tell him, "You're not getting out of this existential crisis so easily."

"I owe you that, don't I?"

You nod, "Yep." You hold onto his arm to hang on to. "So," You drag out the vowel, "we are friends."

Miguel looks at you and your cheesy smile and that smile is the only thing holding back the most annoyed groan in all of history. "We are friends."

#murder writes #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x gn reader #miguel o'hara x gn!reader #miguel o'hara x gen reader #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x gen!reader #told you i would write for miguel #my mans needs friends

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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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Alfred Molina/Willem Dafoe Masterlist

Legend:

♠ - oneshot ♣ - prompts

🥰 - comfort 🤪 - crack

💞 - fluff

Otto Octavius

` Dear boy - 💞♠

Pairnings: Otto Octavius x currently masc presenting!reader

Warnings: language(cussing), grammar, no use of y/n, implied that reader's pronouns change and that only at this point of time where the story takes place they use he/him pronouns while being in a workplace and in a relationship with Dr. Octavius(idk if this is a warning but if you guys think it isn't i'll gladly edit this out), possibly ooc Otto, not beta'd or whatevs and a self-indulgent mess (let me know if there are anything else i missed!!)

Summary: A small look into the life of a queer reader who is in a relationship with the Dr. Otto Octavius.

` Doc Green..Ock?? - 🤪♠

Pairings: Otto Octavius x gn!reader x Norman Osborn

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

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

` Our Darling - 🥰♠

Pairings: Otto Octavius x gn!reader x Norman Osborn

Warnings: i think..none? but uhm..this does talk about depressing stuff- OH and there might be grammar errors, english isn't my first language lmao😭 AND this was not edited, beta'd whatever so im literally just posting this blindly kahdhs 💀

Summary: It was one of those days, where the bed was much more comfortable than anything else and you just feel numb and the two scientists, Norman and Otto, helps you feel better

Alfred Molina

` MCU Actor!Reader - 🤪♣

imagine: short!silk!actor!reader x Alfred Molina(platonic or romantic..idk)

Maxim Horvath

` MCU Sorcerer/Magician!Reader - 🤪♣

random thought: MCU!sorcerer/magician!Reader x Maxim Horvath 👀

#G•writes #G's•masterlist #G's•Alfred Molina masterlist #otto octavius x reader #maxim horvath x reader #alfred molina x reader #doc ock x reader #otto octavious x oc x norman osborn #otto octavious x reader x norman osborn #doc ock x oc x green goblin #doc ock x reader x green goblin #mcu x reader #mcu actor!reader #sorceror/magician!reader

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wtfhasmy-lifecometo · 2 years

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So, first off, lemme introduce myself.

My name is Kay, at least that’s what I go by, my full name is Mikayla, but I prefer Kay. I tend to have many and I mean MANY hyperfixations on fictional characters, specifically marvel based. Marvel is my area of expertise, well to a degree. I do write for LOTR and Hobbit characters as well! It’s been a hot minute but I believe I can still do well with that field.

I enjoy writing! So please! If you ever have any ideas for the characters listed below from Marvel or LOTR/Hobbit. Please send requests my way! I’m better at writing when I have dreams about specific characters or if someone gives me ideas, because my neurodivergent brain can’t just simply come up with an idea on the spot.

I’ve made a post previously, but like, many many months ago about what I write, but this post will be pinned. I will go over what I write and don’t write again, I only write certain things because others I’m not familiar with writing, that or not comfortable with it.

Current characters that I write for:

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson

Tony Stark

Steve Roger’s

Bucky Barnes

Norman Osborn

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Stephen Strange

Otto Octavius

I will eventually add more characters!

LOTR/Hobbit:

Thranduil

Legolas

Lindir

Elrond

Feren

Kili

Fili

Thorin

Tauriel

Good Omens

Crowley

Aziraphale

Star Wars (Sequels)

Armitage Hux

Kylo Ren

(More will be added as I go)

Things I will write:

Fluff

Angst

I will write character x reader relationships, I will write parental figure character x reader, I will write platonic! Character x reader as well!

Things I WON’T write:

NSFW (at least not yet, I’ve never written it, therefore I’m not super familiar with it tbh, eventually I will come around to writing it! Im still starting out!

Incest, I do not condone it

I will not write non-con/rape fics

I won’t write dark fics, unless it is an angst fic. Such as sinister strange, I will write for characters like him as I can write angst fics with him included.

Most of my fics will be gender neutral based! If you want a Fem! Reader or male! reader please lmk

Because I am still relatively new to writing (I’ve only written maybe a maximum of 5? Fics?) if there is any other ideas you guys have that I can add to this post, please let me know! I need feedback! Any type of advice is good, unless it’s crude. If you’re going to be downright mean then don’t bother.

Requests are currently closed! If they are closed, please try to refrain from sending me asks, I will open them once I feel ready to do so. If they’re open, It may take me a few days tops to get to you as I work 5 days a week, but please do not hesitate to send in a request! Xx 😚

—->MasterList <—-

#peter parker x reader #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki x reader #norman osborn x reader #otto octavius x reader #bucky barnes x reader #I think I have an issue but that’s okay 👍#lindir x reader #elrond x reader #thranduil imagines

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profeyandere · 2 years

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𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐎. ─── ☾ 𝟏𝟎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

Masterlist || Marvel Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Otto Octavius x Platonic!Reader

Warning: Spoilers from Spider-Man PS4, angst, death mentions

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Your little hands, numb from the cold inside the dark and feared building you had entered, kept making your icy fingers, especially because of the great change in temperature at their tips, play with each other and they moved in different ways to calm the small anxiety and the great state of nervousness in which you found yourself because, after more than half a year, you had finally managed to get the mayor of the city to give you the go-ahead to be able to visit a certain prisoner whom you liked enough to care about him and at least be able to visit him one last time; You wouldn't even know what your meeting would be like and, depending on the words he used with you and how the conversation navigated, you would make the final decision to continue maintaining some contact with him or simply break it off forever.

You had waited too long for this meeting and, in truth, you had been anxious to see again the man who was your mentor as soon as you were out of high school, the one who had taken on the figure of a father after yours had seen each other, quite reluctant about the idea you had of not continuing your studies at the university, and he was the only person who believed in you when no one else did but, now that you were waiting for his arrival in the individual visiting room, you were starting to regret it of the choice you had made because, going back to the same thing, you wouldn't know what would happen. You had imagined a lot of situations where that man would speak sweetly to you, as he had always done, and everything could be solved with some kind of therapy, but the moment always came to remember what he had done in New York, remember that pain he had suffered provoked so many inhabitants, the innumerable deaths that he had left behind as Doctor Octopus and the pain that he had caused you and Peter; they were things that, although you tried to minimize, it was too much to let go.

You could never forgive those acts of vandalism that Octavius did and, honestly, although you tried to think that this was not him and that it was that faulty neural network that had caused that psychotic side of him, you were aware of the deep hatred he had towards Norman Osborn and that the reason all this had happened was because of the radicalization of his feelings for that poorly finished invention that he refused to let go.

His dream was to help people, but how many lives did he have to sacrifice for his invention?

Suddenly, the sound of the loud and heavy metal door of the room made you come out of your reverie and caused your heart to pound against your chest due to the state of nervousness that you had reached in a short time with just a miserable noise, but that was the one who told you that Dr. Otto Octavius was willing to meet you, otherwise, they would have spoken to you through the megaphones to inform you of his denial.

"It's you."

That voice, scratchy and cheerful, made you slowly raise your head, which you had kept down since you had entered the building, meeting the hopeful and bright eyes of the older man who at any other time would have made you smile, but now it wasn't like that. Octavius no longer gave you the feeling of being at home, but you saw a monster and the only thing you wanted right now was to leave La Raft and tell Peter what a coward you had been, but it was too late and there was no turning back.

You should at least talk to him, just say hello and ask how he was.

"Yes, there are many people who are called like me in New York, but I think I'm the only one who wants to talk to you," you spoke, noticing how your voice betrayed you and was barely understandable because of the speed used and how low it had sounded.

That was noticed by the man in front of you and you knew it when he saw his frown in confusion.

Before he could even answer you, or tell you some nonsense of his own to loosen the atmosphere, the two security guards who accompanied him took it upon themselves to sit him in the chair in front of you and handcuff his hands on the metal table that separated you under the threat that he would not do anything suspicious or else the meeting would end and he would be put in an isolation cell for a week; his body would have its faults, it was obvious, but his mind was still as brilliant as ever and, therefore, he was aware of what he should or should not do.

"I guess they won't bother us for the next ten minutes," Otto commented, making you look back at him instead of at the guard who had closed the door once he had left the small room. "What did you mean by that? The thing about you being the only person who wants to talk to me, is Peter not coming?"

What he had said seemed almost implausible to you, leaving you speechless at how confused he seemed to know that the boy who had been your partner in Octavius' company would never appear through that door behind the doctor. How could Peter see the man in front of you if he had taken one of the people he loved most in the world from him?

"Are you asking me that stupid thing? You're supposed to be smart, how are you able to think something like that?" You questioned, showing yourself defensive and frowning just like Otto did not fully understand the meaning of your words. "After everything that's happened, do you think he's going to come? In whose head does that fit?"

Although you had wanted to start the conversation on the right foot, deep down you wanted it, your scathing and hurt words did not take long to appear and that made Octavius surprised because he had never seen you that way except with the people who had truly made you hurt like your old high school classmates or college freshmen could have been, even once he had caught you speaking rudely to your parents on the phone once you left home, but he would never have expected that same tone serious and unjoking towards him at some point in his life, although you couldn't blame him either, he wasn't aware of the damage he had caused you.

"Pardon?"

His confusion made you angry, you got pissed off when you noticed how little shame the man had. As much as you tried to excuse him, did he not know what he had caused in New York City or was he just kidding you? Maybe the faulty chip had fried his brain and you were being too hard on him, but you were just far off the mark.

"You've done too much damage to New York, but even more to Peter," you pointed out. "Because of the Devil's Breath, you caused many citizens to get sick and die by not finding the cure fast enough because of your damn little games with Spider-Man and the other villains that were loose in the city. You don't know the damage that it has caused to the entire city and not only at the health level."

Your confession wasn't something he didn't know. He was aware of everything he had done to New York. He did not justify it by mentioning that it had been an act of revenge against Norman, he somehow saw it as a means to an end; he wanted to finish off Osborn, but at what cost? Thousands of people had lost their loved ones because of their ineptitude, because of their thirst for revenge, while others had lost their lives when attacked by the various criminals on the loose from La Balsa or had seen their life's work destroyed along with their dreams.

Otto had taken the lives of many people in different ways. You were no exception.

"If Osborn had stopped that experiment, this would never have happened," Octavius pointed out. "You know exactly why we stopped working together and you know why I've done this. He took all my projects away from me and prosthetics weren't the only thing, dear."

You closed your eyes, accompanied by a sigh to try to calm the nerves that you also had on the surface.

You knew where that rivalry came from, that hatred, between the two scientists. You never saw fair that due to a failed experiment a person lost his family, you never saw fair that Octavius was taken away all his ideas for future experiments and projects that were later successful, you never saw fair that Otto lived up to date with his household bills because of the lack of budget that there was and much less did you see that fate would pay him so badly that he would develop an illness that would make the rest of his life almost impossible.

The prosthetics project was a way to make his body, in the future, not useless, but everything got so out of control that it got to a point where even you would rather see him in a wheelchair if you had known with certainty. You knew what his anger and ideas of revenge could do to everyone around you, but you suffered from the idea of seeing him so badly in the short term. You had done a little research on the disorder he suffered from and, although it was true that you had asked to be allowed to accompany him to medical appointments, he simply refused to try not to worry, but it was seeing him day after day that in the end ended up killing you with grief and pain.

"We could have waited a little longer to perfect the neural interface, but you were and are so stubborn that you refused to wait because of your illness," you pointed out. "You wanted to do everything as quickly as possible so you wouldn't have to watch your body wear down as the days went by, and that's why you created those tentacles so sporadically."

"It was to help people," he defended himself, feeling a slight annoyance at your sudden accusation of selfishness towards him. "People need those prosthetics and I was going to give them to them."

"Without the grant money they would have taken everything from you, you would have kicked me and Peter out to find a job that could pay us and you wouldn't have created your tentacles," you commented. "You created those prostheses as quickly as possible so that you could work because you know perfectly well, as I do, that it was a matter of time before you needed crutches, a wheelchair or even had to be bedridden due to your illness," you continued. "Understandably, you did, you just should have waited a little longer to let Peter fix the chip problems, but you refused and let your mind swallow you whole and the thirst for revenge take over."

Octavius went almost blank once he heard your words and looked at your wounded face because of the internal pain you were suffering from just remembering the events that had brought you to this point.

"You ruined everything, Otto," you murmured, on the verge of tears. "Your tentacles would have helped you move, of course, but I would have helped you survive in this world without hurting anyone."

The doctor saw how small drops came out of your eyes, which rolled slowly down your cheeks until they accumulated for a short time on your chin before falling on the icy surface of the table that separated you, surprising him in the process to see how you were hurt by everything that had happened, but he knew there must be something more behind those tears. You had gone to visit him. He supposed at first it was due to a sweet and innocent encounter, but he did not expect everything to change once you saw him appear at the door because, to be honest, he had seen the change of emotion on your face once you got up head and made direct contact.

"If Norman had been aware of what we were doing, maybe-"

"Norman has nothing to do here!" You yelled, hitting the table hard and causing him to jump in his seat in surprise and the scare you had given him. "You've killed a lot of people because you hate the mayor, you killed Peter's aunt and that's why he's never going to want to see you again!" You continued. "You've taken away everything we loved and that's why even I've been slow to come because I wanted to take time to be aware that I was going to see you," you murmured. "I've lost everything, Otto, except Peter, there's nothing left for me."

Octavius didn't know what to say to you, much less listen to your sobs and the tears you had wrapped yourself in when remembering everything that had happened half a year ago with him and with your family.

"You killed my parents," you murmured, stifling a moan deep in your throat. "They inhaled the Devil's Breath and died because they didn't get the cure in time, May also died because of the damn powder you dropped and because Spider-Man decided that the serum should be used for everyone instead of being selfish and only giving it to one person."

Otto didn't have anything to say because just by seeing how you were consuming yourself in pain he knew he wasn't the one to say anything to you.

"You could never have helped me and you know it," he murmured, looking down so he could see your hands fisted on the table. "The arms were perfect, the chip failed and that's it. I didn't want you to take care of an old man."

"You know perfectly well that my parents didn't want me with them after I didn't want to finish my college career," you began. "You offered me a job and you were my boss and mentor, but I saw you as a father and loved you as if you were one,” you continued. "You picked me up off the street, gave me a chance to make my life worthwhile by finding something that could truly fulfil me, and cared for me like I was your daughter," you mentioned. "When you told me about your illness it hurt like hell, but I knew at that moment that I had to give you back everything you had done for me and I started preparing my flat to be able to welcome you and take care of you when you needed it."

Octavius was surprised to hear you say that last, but it was as true as there were twenty-four hours in a day.

Your life had not been the easiest, having strict parents who always controlled everything you did, always saying that they wanted the best for you, but when you left your university career you saw yourself on the street and that was when you met Otto, who was looking for helpers for his company. Indeed, you didn't have much idea of the projects he had, the mechanical functions he needed or the technology he wanted to use, but with a little study and effort he ended up giving you the necessary knowledge to be able to defend yourself and thus make some small projects that he had a man in mind; just a short time later Peter arrived and you became a happy family.

Otto was the father figure that you both somehow lost and he treated you like his own children by giving you the vacations you needed, support when you needed it and scolding you when you did something wrong, and for that reason, you spent much more time with the doctor to learn more about him and to have an almost father-daughter relationship that you were looking for so much. You called each other every day, you texted almost every hour and you worried about each other, especially when he discovered his illness and he told you about it.

You had prepared your little apartment for Otto to arrive as soon as he couldn't take care of himself, needed to use crutches, use a wheelchair, or have organ failure big enough to worry anyone, but just happened the New York disaster and everything changed for the worse; you couldn't do anything for him, much less now that he was in The Raft, possibly locked up for life.

"I wouldn't have let you take me with you," he murmured, reaching out as far as he could to try and take yours, but he felt a slight tug on his wrist from the cuffs and slowly retracted his arm.

Suddenly, to the surprise of both, the door of the room opened and, behind the doctor's back, you could see one of the guards who had accompanied you, in this case making a gesture with his hand to make you understand that you should leave the room at that precise moment; your ten minutes were up.

You let out a shaky breath and slowly got up from your seat, looking at the man in front of you and noticing how he didn't seem to make out with you. You assumed then that it would be too painful for him to say goodbye to you, perhaps forever.

"Take care, please," you asked in a whisper, slowly circling the table and staying by his side for a moment, placing your hand on top of yours and forming a gentle grip to try to calm him down.

Otto expected some more word from you, but just seeing your small hand on his was enough for him; he couldn't help but smile at that moment but, when he realized it, he was alone again and would wait his whole life if it meant seeing you again.

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rose-l-20 · 1 year

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What I write:

♥️Female Reader

♥️fluff

♥️angst

♥️mild spice (not 100% comfortable with writing smut)

♥️Romantic

♥️Platonic

What I will NOT write:

TW (just incase)

🥀Pedophile related topics

🥀graphic/detailed Abuse

🥀Rape/Non con/Dub con

Contents ~

Harry Potter

Characters (you can request/I will write for):

Draco/Lucius/Narcissa Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Oliver Wood, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black.

Works:

Fixed ~ Lucius Malfoy x Reader (fluff)

Top Gun (Maverick)

Characters (you can request/I will write for):

Iceman, Maverick, Goose, Slider, Phoenix, Bob, Rooster.

Works:

Home sweet home ~ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x female reader (fluff)

Dad HC’s ~ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x female reader (fluff)

Crazy for you ~ Tom “iceman” Kazaksky x female reader (fluff)

Marvel

Characters (you can request/I will write for):

Helmut Zemo, Bucky Barnes, The Winter Soldier, Loki, Natasha Romanov, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Peggy/Captain Carter, Sam Wilson, Norman Osborne, Dr Otto Octavius.

Works:

DC TITIANS:

Characters (you can request/I will write for):

Richard “Dick” Grayson (Robin/Nightwing), Jason Todd (Robin/Red Hood), Rachel Roth, Cory Anders, Garfield Logan.

Works:

DC:

Characters (you can request/I will write for):

Clark Kent (superman), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Diana (Wonder Woman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), The Joker, Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn).

Works:

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 2 years

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Hey there!! I was wondering if I could request an Otto x reader where Otto is jealous of the time your spending with Norman (unbeknownst to him it’s purely platonic) - I hope that made sence

Hope your well xx

Of course sweet Anon, your request made perfect sense! I'm well thanks and I hope you are well too. Here's your request and I hope you enjoy it!

AN: Characters are from the Raimi verse. Mention of injury, not to the reader.

Otto Octavius x Female Reader

"Has anyone seen Otto?" You asked the other occupants of the house.

Max shrugged, Curt nodded once then frowned, Norman lifted an eyebrow and Flint grunted a no.

"Great!" You sighed as you threw your hands up, "I think he's avoiding me."

Max looked confused, "Why would he be doing that? He practically lights up when you enter the room and he couldn't stop thanking you for your birthday gift."

You felt warmth rush to your cheeks, "It was no big deal," you mumbled, "I just noticed his pens were running out and he didn't have any more space in his notebooks. And the cupcake, well he has a sweet tooth, doesn't he? And chocolate chip is his favourite."

"I agree with Max," Norman stated, "after all that, he wouldn't be avoiding you. And if he is, he doesn't deserve the title of genius because avoiding you isn't smart at all."

You smiled, "Thanks guys, I'll keep looking."

Once you had double checked all the other rooms in the house, you made your way down to Otto's lab. All the occupants of the house had their own labs complete with beds because they often got carried away and Otto's was your favourite. Despite being slightly cluttered, Otto's lab always felt welcoming and he was always happy to explain his current projects to you.

You knocked on the ajar door and called out Otto's name. After receiving no response, you pushed the door open further to see Otto sprawled over the desk asleep with his actuators hanging limply behind him hissing occasionally.

Flo noticed you first and the top of the actuator bobbed once in a tired greeting.

You smiled back, "Hey guys, that can't be good for him." Walking forward, you lifted one of Otto's arms over your shoulders. "Can you help me move him to his bed?"

The actuators clicked in agreement and together you were able to gently move Otto over to his bed and the actuators buzzed in contentment as Otto sighed in relief. As you turned to leave the man to his rest, you were stopped by a grip on your wrist.

"Stay." Otto slurred out tiredly, "Let me have this, just for tonight."

Confused, you didn't see the actuators moving to pick you up and you only registered their movement when you were placed on the bed next to Otto. His human arms curled around you and that's how you fell asleep.

A weight on your thigh woke you some time later and you blinked to see Larry resting on your thigh.

"Why are you here?" Otto asked abruptly and you jumped, not realising he was awake.

"I was worried and I thought you were avoiding me."

"I don't see why you would care." Otto snapped, "You're with Norman all the time. Why would you worry about me?"

"With Norman?"

"A day ago, I heard you two laughing while you were in his lab and he had his shirt off."

You shook your head, "There is nothing romantic between Norman and I."

"How do you explain what happened then?"

"He was working in his lab trying to modify his glider and he crossed the wires. The glider slammed into him and because he thought you would all tease him, he asked for my help in patching him up. The reason he was laughing was because I accidentally poked him in the side where he's ticklish. His laughter was infectious and I started laughing too. That's it."

Otto closed his eyes, "Then I'm afraid I've been a jealous fool for nothing."

You cupped his face, "You're not a fool, Otto. You're human."

Larry squeaked from his place on your thigh.

"With four brilliant actuators."

Otto leant forward and kissed you softly. All the actuators whirred happily in the background.

*Extended ending*

"Okay, so he was avoiding her. It was a misunderstanding. They made up." Norman reported with his ear pressed to the door.

"I don't think we should be listening to this." Flint rumbled, "It's a private moment."

Max pulled back to look at Norman, "So is it your entire side that's ticklish or just that spot?"

"You're ticklish?" Curt snickered.

Norman pulled back from the door and reached into his pocket to pull out a grenade, "You should all start running."

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eykismyfav · 2 years

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AU where all the NWH villains share an apartment and reader falls in love with Otto.

Requested: Yes! Anon.

Genre: Fluff, Minor Hurt//Comfort

Warnings: Swearing, Minor injuries

Pairing: NWH Villains x Reader (Platonic) Otto Octavius x Reader (Romantic)

Characters: Otto Octavius, Norman Osborn, Max Dillon (Mentioned in Passing), Flint Marko (Mentioned in Passing), Curtis Connors (Mentioned in Passing)

Authors note: The Gif is really fucking cute also I love Otto so this was a lot of fun. This takes place during This Preferences time frame. My requests are open so don’t hesitate to make requests.

Major No Way Home Spoilers Below Keep Reading

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You were falling and you were falling hard for an ex- villain.

But what can you say you were a softy for older guys.

Otto was also like a living breathing teddy bear.

Taking care of 5 grown men was a lot for you financially and emotionally and Otto seemed to sense that.

Otto helped out around the house his extra limbs helped a lot with putting away groceries and breaking up fights between the other villains.

“Need some help with that Y/N?” His voice is soft and calm as he enters the kitchen.

The other 4 men were outside most likely drinking and telling stories leaving you and Otto as the only two inside.

“Actually yeah I’m trying a new recipe and I could use an extra set of hands if you don’t mind?” You respond not looking up from cutting the vegetable in front of you.

“Okay so what are you making?” He ask walking over to the computer next to you with the recipe.

“Umm...I am attempting to make a chicken and lentil soup.” You look over at the computer to see the next step but moving your focus from the knife ended up being a mistake as the knife cut into your hand. “Shit!” blood leaks from the new wound.

Otto grabs a clean dish towel before his large hands engulfs yours applying pressure and the towel to the injury.

“My Dear let’s get this cleaned up.” Otto says softly.

You whimper at the pressure being applied looking up at Otto with tears in your eyes.

“Oh no need for that...it will be okay I promise.” He whispers using his free hand to wipe away tears that begin to fall.

He pulls away and leads you to the bathroom and one of his tentacles wrap around your waist before placing you on the counter next to the sink.

One of his other tentacles grabbed the first aid kit from the pantry behind you.

Otto moved and stands between your legs and began to clean the wound.

You hiss as he cleans it he coos soft as to comfort you.

“You may need stitches my Dear.” He whispers quietly.

You groan softly your head falls forward landing on his shoulder softly you did not want to go to the hospital.

“I can give you stitches here don’t worry.” He whispers in your ear as if reading your mind.

“Okay.” You mumble into his shoulder.

His tentacles stitch your hand quickly while Otto comforts you whispering reasurances in your ear.

The wound wasn’t the worst you had ever had but it still hurt like a bitch at the moment.

Otto uses his real arm to wrap your hand with gauze.

He brings your freshly wrapped hand up to his lips pressing a light kiss causing a light giggle to pass through your lips

“There all better.” He grins.

You nuzzle your face into his neck wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you...” You mumble pulling back slightly to look at his face. “Really I do appreciate it Otto.”

“Anytime.” Otto says as he gently moves some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

His hand ends up cupping your cheek softly leaning in slightly.

You lean in slightly as well until your lips meet softly.

“Hello, advice for next time, close the door before you make out.” Norman calls from the doorway to the bathroom causing you to jump away from Otto.

“Oh fuck off Norman!” You shout picking up a toothbrush throwing it at him.

Norman dodges laughing as he closes the door to the bathroom.

Otto chuckles lightly.

“Did you just throw a toothbrush at Osborn.” He asks quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Shut up and kiss me you idiot.”

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shangchiswife · 2 years

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norman osborn- worst behavior

lol im playing fnaf rn and im doing this simultaneously and im freaking out. also i've been shadowbanned so i hope this shows up bc i've worked rlly hard on this piece!

also i just got jumpscared and i almost pissed myself

summary: you go to harry's house to get ready for an oscorp event. once you finish you see harry and norman fighting so you confront norman at the party.

norman x fem!reader and harry x reader (platonic)

warnings: cursing, borderline smut, making out

word count: 2395

You knocked on the door of the Osborn mansion.

You were one of Harry's good friends and you were at his house to get ready for an event that Oscorp was hosting.

It had been almost five minutes since you had knocked on the door twice and now you were pissed off.

You rang the doorbell repetitively and once the door finally opened you were ready to punch Harry in the arm for leaving you out in the cold.

Right as you were about to swing, a handsome older man caught your punch in his hand.

"Nice form," he grinned.

Your blood ran cold.

"Mr. Osborn I am so sorry I thought you were Harry-" you sputtered as the man simply laughed and put a hand up to silence you.

"It's alright, dear, now you know how many times I've told you to call me Norman," he said, placing a gentle hand on your back making your cheeks grow warm at the touch.

This was so embarrassing.

You had the biggest crush on Harry's father...but how could you not? He was gorgeous with his light brown hair and piercing blue eyes, and his intelligence was sexy.

He led you over to the living room where he sat you on the sofa while he sat beside you.

"So what's in the bag?" he nodded over to the gym bag that hung over your shoulder.

"Oh, this? This is just my outfit for tonight," you said, stealing a glance at the older man.

Norman raised his eyebrows.

He wanted to see what you were wearing...and whether it would show some skin or not.

He always had a soft spot for you ever since Harry brought you into the mansion for the first time, your hair dripping wet from the pouring rain. He remembered the way you embarrassedly looked down at your shoes after you let out an adorable sneeze.

The more you came the more he felt a primal sense to take you. He didn't know whether that was him or the Goblin coming out to play.

He had been wanting you for a long time and he didn't know whether the feeling was mutual or not.

"I see..." Norman replied trying to not imagine what you would be wearing for his ball and how he hoped to undress you afterward.

"Now I hear that you're a journalist now; at least that's what Harry has said," Norman's eyes glittered with curiosity, rolling back the sleeves of his button-down shirt.

Your heart fluttered.

"Yeah actually, it's been going well due to the fact that Spiderman and the Green Goblin are always at it," you laughed as Norman stared at you thoughtfully.

"And what are your thoughts on the Green Goblin?" he tilted his chin upward.

"I don't know...I mean I guess he's a hot topic in writing and I get paid for that so I guess I thank him for occasionally being a villain?" you shrugged your shoulders while a smirk played at Norman's lips.

You felt yourself grow nervous due to his smirk. It was so attractive.

Why don't you ask her if she wants a real man to treat her, hmm? Don't be a coward, Norman, she clearly dreams about you and doesn't have anything bad to say about me.

At that moment, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You turned your head to meet your best friend, Harry's gaze.

"Har!" you squealed eagerly as you jumped up and ran into his arms.

Harry let out a hearty laugh before lifting you up in the air and spinning you for a moment.

Norman was filled with rage.

He wished to make you fill with glee the way his son did.

His stomach churned at the thought of the two of you hooking up.

"Thanks for keeping her company, dad," his son's white teeth gleamed as he grabbed your hand and led you upstairs making you giggle.

Norman clenched his jaw.

You dropped your gym bag down on Harry's bed while he shut the door, leaping onto his bed.

"You aren't getting ready yet?" you asked as you scoured through your bag and took out your makeup bag and dress.

Harry eyed the dress.

"That's a hot dress...you'd look smoking in that," he whistled making you tap your foot impatiently.

He was right.

"Sheesh no I'm not getting ready yet; all I have to do is put on my tux," he stated simply while pulling the covers over his body.

"At least style your hair or something! Anyways I need to take a shower so don't be a perv and come in," you offered Harry a stern glance while he gave you a cheeky smile.

"What if you invite me in?" he asked.

"In your dreams, Harold," you laughed before shutting the door to the bathroom.

....

After finishing your shower, you carefully applied your makeup.

You painted your lips a red color and then put on red eyeshadow to match, sprinkling golden glitter on your eyelids.

Once you were done with your makeup, you slid into your dress.

It was a long dark slip dress that had a slit where your thigh was. Lace-trimmed the neckline and the bottom of the dress.

You paired it with velvet black gloves.

Satisfied by your reflection, you exited the bathroom expecting to see Harry curled up on the bed but he was missing.

Before you went to search for him, you put on your heels.

Suddenly you heard shouting.

You carefully went downstairs, trying not to trip over your dress when you saw Harry arguing with his father.

"You do no actual work and you are just relying on my money. You're twenty-two years old, Harry, be independent!" Norman barked, his face turning red in contrast to Harry's.

"I am always trying to make you proud yet you never seem to recognize what I can do you've always been so pushy towards me and I despise it!" a fat tear rolled down Harry's cheek as you started towards him and held onto his hand making his head spin.

"Y/N, how long were you there?" Norman's face fell as he scanned you up and down drinking in how beautiful you looked.

Initially, you had wanted him to admire you lustfully but now you could care less.

"Long enough," you bit back, anger flowing through your blood.

You didn't care how attractive Norman Osborn was in his suit at that moment. He could not talk to Harry like that.

"C'mon Harry, let's go," you said gently as you laced your fingers with his and took him outside.

The drive to the event was silent except for Harry's sniffles.

"Sorry you got to see that...you look beautiful by the way," he whispered as you took your eyes off the road for a split second to gaze at him sympathetically.

"Thank you, Har, but are you okay?"

"My dad is always like that more recently I don't know what's wrong what's with his mood swings," Harry ran a hand through his soft brown hair as you pulled up in the parking lot to the event.

"Have you approached him about it?" you questioned as you parked.

"I don't know...no I haven't I've been chickening out," Harry said sheepishly.

"What if I were to ask him...surely he wouldn't go crazy on me right?" you smiled at Harry whose eyes were full of warmth.

"I'd hope not, you're my best friend," he said, putting an arm around you and pulling you into a hug.

"Thank you, you're the best," he whispered into the crook of your neck.

"I know," you boasted while you exited the car.

Once you entered the hall you were enamored by the bright lights of the chandelier and the old pasty walls that surrounded you.

There were dozens of people crowded in the hall; most of them sported a glass of wine.

"Nice, huh? Dad seems to love this place," Harry put his hands in his pockets nonchalantly.

"It's beautiful," you murmured as you looked around.

You spotted Norman among a group of popular scientists at Oscorp.

From among them, you could make out Dr. Otto Octavius, another older man you found attractive.

"I'm going to go talk to your dad and go settle this," a determined look formed in your eyes.

Harry's eyebrows knitted.

"Now? Are you serious?" he questioned, putting a hand on your wrist.

"Harry, I love and care for you so I'm doing this for your own benefit," you reassured, making his shoulders loosen.

"And also I think your dad's hot," you winked making his jaw drop.

"Dude that's gross!" he called, disgust lacing his voice while you walked over to the scientists.

You tapped on the older man's shoulder making him twist around and stare at you.

"Y/N-"

"Look we're going to talk about your son so come with me," you said confidently while grabbing his hand and pulling him into an empty room.

The room is empty, Norman. Ask her if she wants it as much as we do. Wouldn't you want to see her pretty mouth spurting out your name over and over again?

Norman tried hard to brush the Goblin and his dirty thoughts away as he turned his attention onto you.

"Look Norman, Harry cares about you. He looks up to you so much. He loves you and it scares him to see you change moods the way you do," you explained while Norman drank your words.

Is that really why she asked you here? To talk about your son? the Goblin practically scoffed.

Norman did admit that he was slightly disappointed. He wasn't really surprised though seeing the way you jumped to Harry's defense.

"My mood swings are something that I cannot control, trust me I've tried," Norman looked down in shame.

He was ashamed of the way he treated his son. He was always reminded of what a bad father he was.

"I try to be a good father but I can't help my strong emotions. At the end of the day all I want is for Harry to be happy with his life," Norman said honestly as your expression softened.

Do you know what other strong emotions I'm feeling right now? Don't you want to fuck her so bad? She looks so beautiful in that dress...I want to touch her.

The voice in his head was gaining power.

He did not want you to see it take control.

Norman put his hands on his head and groaned in pain making you rush over to him and put a gentle hand on his arm.

"Mr. Osborn!" you gasped.

"I'm alright," he said softly, gazing into your concerned eyes.

You were so beautiful.

"You're a pretty girl, Y/N," the light-haired man put a hand up to stroke your cheek.

You felt the blood go to your cheeks.

"And you're handsome Mr. Osborn,"

The way you said his name as if he was your superior drove him crazy.

You didn't know who initiated it first but you ended up against the wall with Norman's lips on yours feverishly.

He was a magical kisser.

Your tongues battled for dominance, he gently bit down on your lip making you falter for a moment making him win.

You could practically feel the smirk on his lips as he ran his hands all over your body.

"Just get to the good stuff already," you whispered, desire in your voice as Norman pulled away.

"Be a good girl and be patient, I'll get to you in a moment once I mark you," he growled as his lips attacked your neck.

That's right she's your good girl and once she behaves then we can fuck her good.

He started sucking harshly making your grip on his hair tightened.

He let out a low moan at your tugs which urged him on even more.

He bit your shoulder gently, sinking his teeth into it before placing a gentle kiss on your neck and pulling away.

"Holy shit I did not know that this conversation about Harry would turn into this," you whispered, your chest heaving as Norman's eyes were trained on your boobs.

"Strip," he said simply making you weak and your heart pound.

You complied and teased him as you slowly pulled the dress over your figure.

Norman growled, seeing that you were going too slow.

She's a fucking tease this one. She's a keeper.

He pulled the dress off of you leaving you in just your bra and panties and then pushed you back into the wall.

He ran his gaze over you, his eyes hungry as if he hadn't eaten in years and you were the first delicious treat his eyes laid upon.

"You're mine do you understand? You've always been mine but now I'm going to claim you," his eyes were hooded and his pupils were blown out with lust.

"Holy fuck," you whimpered happily before bringing his lips back to yours, an eager grin on his face.

Ruin her

"I am going to ruin you,"

....

Once you came back to the hall, Harry greeted you, he had a plate full of appetizers.

"Hey I brought this for comfort just in case the talk with my father didn't go well," he smiled.

You were still out of breath from your rendezvous with Norman.

"Oh it went really, really well," you grinned as your best friend gave you a confused look.

Then his eyes went wide.

"Don't tell me...no no no," he shook his head vigorously.

"Oh that's disgusting, Y/N," he thrust his tongue out with disgust as you let out a loud laugh making everyone turn towards you.

Norman's gaze lingered on you.

"Why did you fuck my dad, dude!" he looked at you exasperated.

"Well, technically he fucked me," you corrected, a small smile at the expense of his pain.

He groaned loudly.

"Here's the good news," you spoke in a positive manner.

"What?" he asked.

"Your dad will be working on his issues,"

"Well Hallelujah but that still doesn't make up for him fucking my best friend!" he didn't seem mad at all just shocked which made you feel relieved.

"Come on, Harry let's just eat our appetizers," you rolled your eyes and then pulled him over to a table.

#norman osborn x reader #norman osborn imagine #green goblin x reader #green goblin #willem dafoe x reader #norman osborn

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ambermation · 2 years

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Hi! Mayy I request headcanons of being Norman Osborn’s daughter? Age: college-level or early to mid-20s. Let’s pretend he didn’t die 🥲 This is just my imagination, but I can see them being close and having a good, genuine and healthy father-daughter relationship. Even Goblin likes her and is protective of her like Norman. You don’t have to do these if you don’t want.

Hi anon! Don't worry, I really liked this request. Also of course Norman didn't die, he lives on in our hearts! <3

It just sounded so cute I had to do it :D I hope you like them!

Headcanons of being Norman Osborn's daughter:

Well, you certainly take after your father! As soon as you started applying for colleges you knew you wanted to pursue science. Regardless of which branch of science you chose, Norman is absolutely 100% supportive of you. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't hoping for you to become a scientist like him. Though he'd still be happy and supportive of you, even if you weren't into science.

Your father is paying your tuition, whether you like it or not, young lady! >:) In all seriousness Norman will be paying for your college education because he loves you and doesn't want you to worry about paying for it.

Sometimes you and your father will go on for hours and hours about the projects Oscorp is working on. You give suggestions wherever you can and he takes them into consideration no matter what. Yeah, maybe he's a little biased but hey, what if your suggestion is one of utter brilliance? He couldn't just let his company fail because he didn't consider what his daughter has to say. (Alright, sometimes he disregards what you suggest but only whenever he's certain that something doesn't need what you say.)

Just like with Harry, Norman also gets you your own place to stay, if you want to live on your own. Instead of weekly inspections, there's biweekly inspections. Those inspections are something you both look forward to because it's time for you both to relax and talk to each other. Of course you two talk outside of these visits, but these visits usually guarantee the two of you won't be interrupted (unless something crucial is going on with Oscorp, Norman does his best to stay off the phone when visiting you.)

Your dad also dislikes the amount of coffee you consume regularly. Hmmm... wonder where you got that from! *coughNormancough*

"But dad! I need it to get through midterms!"

"What you need is to sleep for more than four hours,"

"I can do that if I take more coffee. I'd just have to wait until I collapse :D"

"Y/N no"

The one negative I can really see in this relationship is Norman being overprotective, yet simultaneously being a positive because it shows he deeply cares for you.

All throughout high school Norman and even Harry would scare all the boys who showed a slightest bit of interest in you away. And alright, fine, you were cool with that. You had your grades and friends to focus on, mainly the former, and boys didn't really need your attention. However, this proved to be quite annoying after you graduated and started attending college. Norman just doesn't think anyone is good enough for you. How could these drunken idiots understand how wonderful you truly are?

Even the Goblin tries to keep guys away from you. Of course he has more fun doing so. Seeing the look of fear on those stupid frat boys is one of his favorite sights.

When you do date someone, boy or girl, Norman fully expects you to properly introduce them to him. Whenever you do, it turns into an interrogation, sometimes with Harry joining in on it. It's not that Norman (and Harry) don't want you dating, they just don't think most people are good enough for you.

Whenever you go through a breakup, Norman and Goblin fight over whether or not they should blow up your ex's car or if they should just get them fired. They usually end up doing both lol

Norman offers you an actual job at Oscorp many times, knowing that your brilliant mind can accomplish so many things there. He figures that your intelligence shouldn't be wasted trying to work your way up the ranks just to barely be recognized by your employer. It's up to you whether or not you take the job, though ;)

The two of you actually talk a lot about sci-fi movies, with you usually enjoying them despite their inaccuracy and your father disliking them because of said inaccuracy. (The Goblin sometimes just agrees with you just to annoy Norman. Sometimes it's just internally, sometimes he voices "his opinion" to the both of you, much to your confusion and Norman's annoyance.)

You don't know about the Goblin and your father, but you do notice some of his odd behavior. If you were to ever find out about Goblin, they'd trust you'd keep it a secret, which you would.

Goblin loves to joke around with you. He does it in a more bold (kinda like aggressive but much nicer) way than Norman does, but you don't mind.)

Sometimes, at night, whenever Goblin/Norman (whoever is in control) is flying around on the glider, he'll fly by your place just to check on you. (Somtimes, when Norman does this, he takes away the coffee. Not all of it,and not enough to make you notice, but enough to reduce the amount you'll inevitably take.)

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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Spider Studded Reunion 💔 | Peter Parker (T.M) Mini Series P.1

Contains major spoilers for Spider-Man NWH

Marvel Masterlist | Part 2 here | Part 3 here | Part 4 (final) here

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x Black Cat!reader (past romance), Andrew!Peter Parker (platonic/flirtatious), Tom!Peter Parker (platonic), Otto Octavius, Norman Osborn, Max Dillion, Curt Connors, Flint Marko, May Parker MJ Watson, Ned Leeds, Doctor Strange.

Content warnings: major angst, sadness, mentions of death & description of major character death. Mentions of violence & slight profanity. Spoilers for SMNWH | female reader (she/her)

Black Cat PS4 theme

Premise: All Peter Parker wanted was to have a normal life—but that doesn’t happen when you’re New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He tries to fix it, but makes it worse resulting in multiversal beings from other worlds to enter his universe. Now he’s on the hunt to stop them from causing chaos. After unsuccessfully catching a woman with a knack for bad luck, Peter finds out there’s a tragic ending to these visitors stories—including hers.

Note: this is NOT in association with my tobey!peter x black cat!reader saga. It is a separate work. This is an idea I had while writing the original series where the reader is still the version of Felicia Hardy from tobeys universe & they had history, but unlike how their life ended up in my stories this version of black cat!reader had a different path. I don’t want to spoil in this note, so i hope you enjoy.

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“Run it by me again,” Mj spoke through the phone with a concerned tone. “This woman knew who you were—or at least you were Spider-Man. She had a grappling hook. And every time you got close to her something happened causing you to lose her?”

“Yes,” Peter groaned, walking towards the Sanctum where Mj and Ned were. The boy was exhausted and annoyed he was unable to catch the mysterious woman with white hair. She appeared out of nowhere when he finished up sending the electric and sand guy to the Sanctum using the device Strange equipped him with.

He had just got back to the city, dropping a few streets away so he could change out of his suit in an nearby alley when suddenly a small black cat was nuzzling up his legs. Of course he started cooing at the animal—reaching down to pet it. “Hey little guy,” he said in a baby voice, hearing the soft purrs, “You must be a long way from home—,” his voice drops in a whisper, “—you’re not the only one.”

Unbeknownst to the teen, a door behind him silently opened and a leg clad in a thigh high black leather-heeled boot stepped out, a matching on following behind. The figure strutted to the middle of the alley directly behind Peter, adorned in black skirt, white button down blouse paired with a black flowy trench coat. White hair fell in long waves on her back, blood red painted her lips.

The tiny cat that had been nuzzling Peter—still clad in his spidey suit—dashed away from him toward the unknown person. Peters eyes followed the animal, and it was then he finally noticed he wasn’t alone. It caused him to freeze, feeling his spidey-senses go off in an alarming rate.

The woman standing before him was someone he didn’t recognize, but the look she had indicated she at least had knowledge of him. With his identity exposed it shouldn’t surprise him. She appeared to be not much older than him—probably in her mid twenties if Peter had to guess. He noticed she was smirking—almost like she was amused by the situation.

“I’ve always had a thing for strays,” her voice was light, and held a playful tone. Peter saw her eyes flicker to the black cat by her leg, “—especially for black cats. They always seem to be the loneliest of house cats and are the ones less likely to find homes. Reminds me how similar we are, considering I’ve felt like that way my entire life. And boy did you sure made that feel true, spider.” Now her voice turned menacing, the smirk gone and replaced with a glare.

This sparked dread in Peter, realizing this woman was another visitor—one who was not on good terms with their Spider-Man. He didn’t know what the version of him did to her, but knew it wasn’t good. One thing he learned from the past two days dealing with these other world beings is to not underestimate them.

She may not have looked threatening, but he didn’t know who she was and what she was capable of.

“I see you got a new suit,” her eyes traveled his body—not looking impressed by what she was seeing, “Did Mj make it for you? I mean her fashion sense has always been her weakest point—sad to see you fell victim to it. Almost thought you were Eddie for a second.”

“Miss,” Peter raised a hesitant hand, seeing a reaction from her by his voice. The glare slightly fell, confusion taking over so Peter continued hoping to explain to her what was happening. “H-hi. I know this is probably confusing to you, but I’m not your Peter.”

That had her attention. “What?” She tilted her head, processing the information, “What do you mean by that? Don’t play fucking games with me, Parker. You know how that usually ends for you.” Her hand went to her side like she was reaching for something. It made Peter stiffen and take a small step back—raising his other hand to calm her.

“W-wait—wait I can show you!” A hand came up to pull off his mask, revealing he was telling the truth. The woman immediately reacted. Her eyes went wide, a gasp echoed as shock filled her veins. It was like she was seeing her least favorite character appear in a movie—unexpected and unwanted.

“What the hell?” An accusing finger was pointed at him, her voice harsh, “Who are you!”

“I’m Peter,” he defended, taking a small step forward but stoping when she reacted by reaching back to her side, “I’m Peter Parker—Spider-Man from this world.”

“This world?” She said as if she didn’t believe him.

“Yes. This is not your universe—I’m telling you the truth! I-I accidentally brought you here by mistake and I can get you back home.” Peter waited for her to say something as the news set in. She then looked around, trying to figure out if she was really in New York, because it was hard processing that if the person standing in front of her was Peter Parker. But not the Peter she knew.

“This is New York—you are in New York just not the one you know, Miss….I’m sorry I don’t know your name,” he scratched the back of his neck. The woman spun back to him, a shaky breath leaving her. He could tell she was still confused—maybe even frightened.

“Y/n,” she said lowly—retaking her defensive stance, glancing over the boy once more. She realized he was in fact telling the truth and didn’t know who she was. “Tell me what’s going on. You said you’re not my Peter and this isn’t the New York I’m from. What the hell does that mean and how did I get here?” She looked around once more, “What year is it? Is it still two-thousand six here?”

Peter was definitely surprised to hear the last question. “It’s twenty-twenty-three, Y/n.” He could see her shoulders deflate, aware of the anxiety forming on her face when she repeated the year under her breath. He gave her a comforting smile, “This is a different universe. I am Peter Parker—Spider-Man from this world. You know a Peter from your world who’s Spider-Man and got pulled in here because of a spell gone wrong.”

“Spell?” She repeated with surprise, “You mean like a magic spell? A magician brought me here?”

Peter gave a shrug, trying not to laugh at Strange being called a magician, “He’s a master of mystic arts—magic is a thing here. Anyway, he’s working on a way to get you all back home.” There was another shocked reaction from her.

“I’m not the only one?”

“No, there’s a few. If you come with me I can take you to where they are. It will be safe for you for the time being.” For some reason that didn’t seem to comfort her. In fact, it made her more threatened and her eyes narrowed.

“No,” her voice went low, causing a chill to run through Peter, “I don’t know you—and the Peter I know isn’t exactly my friend so any trust to you is nonexistent.” Peter eyed her carefully, tensing when her hand went back to her side to reach for something. He heard a click causing him to arm the device on his arm to send her to the sanctum.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Y/n. I can help you.”

Her glare didn’t falter, “I’ve heard that one before. Sorry, little spider, but you’ll have to catch me in order to take me to your leader,” she looked amused by her own joke and Peter didn’t have time to react before her hand shot upward to the sky. A grappling hook was in her grasp, pulling her off the ground and to the roof of the building to her right.

Peter was blown away, taking a moment to process what had happened before shaking it off, “Can’t I ever get a break?”

The teen thought it would be an easy task to catch the woman. But she sure knew how to work that grappling hook. Peter was swinging through the air after her or having to chase on foot whenever she landed on a roof and even dropped to the streets.

It was becoming exhausting. Peter hadn’t had much sleep and was so drained he felt he could take a year long nap. It didn’t help that every time he got close to her there would be an obstacle suddenly in the way. At one point she managed to slide under a wheeling vendor cart which had popped around the corner, but Peter ended up running straight into it. Oranges and apples flew everywhere, the boy groaning when he landed on his back with wood toppling him.

This happened several times where he found himself running into objects or people. Even as so far as to almost getting hit by a damn car.

Then at one point he was doing hand to hand combat against her. She was more trained than he thought—even using the grappling hook to tangle his legs with rope and pull him to the ground. Peter didn’t want to fight her. He even was apologizing while begging her to listen and just come with him. “Y/n please I-I can help you—ow!” He moaned when she landed a harsh blow to his gut, “—I don’t want to hurt you! Just let me take you to Strange and you can go home!”

Y/n wasn’t having it. “No thanks, other spider. I will handle this on my own—I don’t want your help.” He continued to dodge her attacks, and she was good at dodging his so it looked like they were practically dancing around each other.

They were close to the edge. Peter not realizing just how close they were until Y/n did a roundhouse kick to his chest—the action making him topple over. “AHH!!” He screamed, extending his hand to shoot a web. The fluid launched, catching on the light post and swung Peter away until he safely landed on his feet.

Without hesitating Peter shot back up to the roof, but was met with disappointment. Y/n was nowhere in sight. Nothing left behind to give an indication where she went. She could’ve went to the roof of the skyscraper, the back alley or was even hiding close by in a nearby building.

Either way Peter was at a loss.

With a tired exhale, Peter shook off the feeling and turned back in the direction to the Sanctum. He didn’t feel like swinging—instead walking the distance to clear his head. The encounter with Y/n raised questions. He wondered what the version of him could’ve done to make her hate him. It was obvious there was hostility.

Then there was the fact she was pulled from 2007. It was almost seventeen years since that year and wondered what point in time the others had been. Something tells him in his gut he’s not going to like the answers. The only one who wasn’t hostile at first was Flint—until Peter sent him and the electric guy to the sanctum

Suddenly the sound of his phone was pulling him from his thoughts. Mjs name was on the screen, Peter immediately answering it and telling her he was coming back before relaying the events he just went through. To say she was shocked was an understatement. Mj would’ve thought Peter had no problem catching the woman, but there’s a first for everything.

After getting off the phone with Mj, Peter received a call from May which led to him speeding his way to F.E.A.S.T. Norman Osborn—aka the flying green elf he saw on the bridge, was currently there and Peter dreaded the thought of May being alone with him. Peter was expecting to see the man decked in his shiny green getup when he stormed his way into the kitchen, but found a normal looking guy looking confused as ever.

“He’s lost,” May said under breath, approaching Peter. “—and I don’t mean just in the cosmos—I mean in his mind.” She brought her finger to her temple, before looking back at Norman. “Are they all like this?” May asked with a worried expression, making Peter glance again at the man.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Well I mean they all have their own mental and physical issues,” Peter then thought back to Y/n, “The one I lost today I’m still trying to figure her out.”

“Her?” The news of a woman amongst the group of visitors came as a shock to May. Peter nodded, feeling his shoulders slump.

“Yeah, I don’t know much just she and her Peter are not on good terms. She’s got quiet the talent for causing bad luck—I don’t know if it’s something she controls, but it gives her an advance when it comes to escaping.”

May frowned, “Maybe she needs help,” her eyes then flicker to Norman, “He needs help—maybe they all do.”

The insinuation had Peter shaking his head—not liking the idea May was implying. “Wait you don’t mean—May this isn’t my problem.”

“Peter, not your problem?” her hands go to his shoulders, “hmm?” Peter was still adamant on his stance.

“May, their chance of getting help is way back where they came from. Sending them home, that’s the best thing we can do for them.”

“For them?” She repeated with a thoughtful look, “or for yourself? Look around you,” May gestures to the F.E.A.S.T building, “—this is what we do. We help people.”

“This is what’s best. For them.” Peter pleaded with his aunt, “trust me.”

Once settling that issue with May driving the two back to the sanctum—May giving the boy more encouraging words of advice, Peter guided Norman to the underground basement. He was met with Ned and MJ who immediately pulled him away while Norman walked toward the lower portion of the room.

When his eyes settled on a familiar head of hair, Normans expression changed. He couldn’t sworn it was his longtime friend and colleague, but the mechanical arms attached to his back was a new sight. Norman’s head tilted, drawing closer to the cubicle. “Octavius?”

The man in front of him visibly stiffened. The familiar voice brought chills to Otto Octavius—it had been years since he’d heard it. He turned around, stunned to have his eyes land on Norman Osborn in the flesh. Looking like he hadn’t even aged a day. “Osborn?”

Normans eyes traveled over the mechanical arms surrounding Otto, feeling concerned for his old friend. “What-what happened to you?”

“What happened to—,” Otto stopped himself before eventually getting the words eating at him off his chest, “You’re the walking corpse.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” The accusation confused the scientist, not understanding the context.

“You died, Norman. Years ago.” Neither had saw Peter lifting his head. The words caught the attention of the teen, remembering how Otto had mentioned he’d be chasing a ghost, but not realizing he actually meant it. He wasn’t the only one in disbelief by what he was hearing. Norman just looked at Otto like he was crazy saying, “You’re insane.”

“God I love it here,” Max muses from the side, eyes full of amusement.

“What are you talking about?” Peter, no longer sitting, walks toward the area housing the group while looking between the two scientists. “He’s standing right there. He’s not—.”

“Dead.” A new voice entered the picture, causing everyone to turn in the direction of it. Peter spun around to see Y/n standing in the doorway, expression in disbelief at the scene in front of her. Peter was surprised Y/n was even there—especially with their little encounter just hours earlier. She gave him the vibe she just wanted to stay alone and let everything play out. It was silent as she walked forward, the woman not taking her eyes off of Otto and Norman. “They both died, fighting Spider-Man.” Y/ns voice was low, but because of how quiet it was the sound echoed. “This is insane. H-how are you two here right now?”

“W-what?” Peter was the first to find his voice. He noticed the two scientists were staring back at Y/n, like they were shocked to see her.

“Y/n?” Norman was in disbelief, confusion filling him when she slightly flinched when he said her name. Y/n had briefly met Norman because she and Harry had been partners on several projects in school. So she was often at their house whenever they were working together. The woman was silent—still processing the fact Norman was standing in front of her alive and well, soon Flint is the one to break the silence.

“She’s right,” all eyes turn to him as he continues. “It was all over the news. The Green Goblin—impaled on the glider you flew around on. And a couple of years later, you—Doc Ock, drowned in the river with your machine,” Flints voice trails off, looking to Y/n who tensed when the mans attention on her—ignoring when Otto shouted, ‘that’s absurd!’

Y/n realized then he was looking at her like he was seeing a ghost. The same way she was towards Norman & Otto....oh-oh no. “Why you giving me that look, sandy? I thought we had some kind of understanding with each other—.” The next words to leave Flints mouth were enough to remove all the air from her body.

“You died too, Y/n. The Black Cat’s body was found being held by Spider-Man shortly after the fight between him, you, Eddie Brock and myself on a construction site holding Mary Jane Watson hostage.”

If one could picture the anxiety one would feel if they could see an asteroid about to hit Earth, then Y/n was feeling it now. Peter saw the life drain from her face, head shaking like she was refusing to hear it. “N-no,” she laughed, but it was wavered. The tone as if she thought he was crazy for saying something so foolish. “No-no-no. That’s not a funny joke,” her laugh seized when she saw how serious he was. “You’re making that up, Marko.”

“I’m sorry,” Flints voice held regret making Peter frown. He did not like the feeling swarming through him at the thought these people would die fighting Spider-Man. And something told him the death of Y/n would be more personal, considering the reaction by her and Flint.

“Don’t say that,” she hissed, eyes flashing. “You’re just saying that to scare me—y-you’re from my time aren’t you.”

Flint denied with a shake of head, making her fill with dread. “No. I’m not, Y/n. I’m from this current year—twenty-twenty-three. Everything you last remember took place seventeen years ago for me.”

Y/n was having trouble believing the Sandman. Her arm was waving in front of her like she wanted him to stop talking—not accepting the fate he just bestowed on her. “B-but—but—no. No! That’s not true—w-we could’ve—what we planned—,” Y/n paused, feeling shame when she remembered the last conversation she and Flint had. “Peter would never kill me. There’s no way—h-he wouldn’t. W-would he?” Her hands were shaking, the thought scaring her, “How—.”

“He didn’t kill you,” he cut her off before she could jump to conclusions.

A small sense of relief swarmed at that, but it didn’t change the anguish consuming her. Eventually it became overpowering causing her to snap, “Then how goddammit!?” Hell everyone flinched at the outburst—but couldn’t blame Y/n. After all she just found out she dies in her timeline.

“You had a change of heart,” Flint explains, his expression sympathetic despite in sand form. The confession had her speechless, a tsunami of emotions filling her while he continued. “You did agree to help us, Y/n, but there was no denying you loved Peter—even though he hurt you.” He saw her wince, eyes closing as the sudden heartache she felt. “Seeing him helpless and realizing you two just couldn’t be together because of conflicting lives, you protected him at the last second—even pulling Mary Jane to safety.”

It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. The words settling over the atmosphere. Peter’s attention was on Y/n, watching for her reaction. Her expression had changed drastically. Instead of rejecting Flints claims Y/n simply let her eyes fall to the ground—blank of emotion, although Peter could see a slight gloss to them. “H-how….?” She didn’t finish the sentence, like she was hesitant to really know.

And the over looming question why Peter didn’t save her.

Flint frowned, looking away briefly before giving her one last final blow. Even Peter was stunned still by Flints final words, “Your neck was snapped and thrown off the building by Eddie as the symbiote. He had Peter webbed up—ready to kill him. You tried to fight it off, but it was stronger. I’m sorry, Y/n.”

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candyland-xblade · 3 years

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I’m thinking on opening requests for one shot/drabbles. I’m a little out of practice and I don’t normally post here, but I’m wanting to get back in the game. Below are my rules:

- I will try to make them one shots, but they may end up being drabbles.

- They will be 13+ unless requested otherwise.

- Character x reader stories are my forte, but I can do character x character if requested.

- I’ll won’t post your name if you don’t want it. I’ll put you as ANON.

- My stories involve swearing. Request if you don’t want swearing in your request .

- Song fics are an option, I just need to listen to the song a few times before starting.

- Romantic, platonic, and enemy stories are all options.

- I’ll write fluff and smut. I can try angst, but only to a certain point.

- Fandoms and characters are listed below.

- Other characters and fandoms may be difficult for me, but I’ll try.

Marvel:

- Tony Stark

- Steve Rogers

- Loki

- Bucky

- Sam Wilson

- Karli Morgenthau

- Helmut Zemo

- Peter Parker (any of the three)

- Vision

- Scott Lang

- Jimmy W💫💫

- Deadpool

- John Walker

- Natasha Romanoff

- Wanda Maximoff

- Darcy Lewis

- Monica Rambeu

- Agatha Harkness

- Nebula

- Gamora

- Mantis

- Negasonic Teenage Warhead

- Collosus

- Venom

- Eddie Brock

- Sylvie

- Mobius

- Ravonna

- Morbius (after I see the movie)

- Harry Osborn (I’ll write for either Raimi or TASM)

- All No Way Home villains (Norman, Otto, and Curt mostly, but I can branch out and do the others.)

- Superman

- Wonder Woman

- Batman

- Harley Quinn

- Emily Locke

- Roman Sionis

- Red Hood

- Joker

Sanders Sides/Thomas Sanders:

- Logan Sanders

- Roman Sanders

- Patton Sanders

- Virgil Sanders

- Janus Sanders

- Remus Sanders

- Detective Sanders (I call him DeLancey)

- “Don’t Make Me” prince (I call him Richard)

- Salior Sanders

- Warrior Thomas

- Remy Sanders

- Emilie Pichani

- Thomas Sanders

- any vine characters

Star Wars:

- Anakin Skywalker

- Darth Vader

- Obi-Wan Kanobi

- Padmé Amidala

- Qui-Gon Jinn

- Mace Windu

- Yoda

- Luke Skywalker

- Leia Organa

- Han Solo

- Darth Vader

- Din Djarin

- Grogu

- Cara Dune

- Jango Fett

- Commander Cody

- Boba Fett

- Fennec Shand

- Rey

- Finn

- Poe Dameron

- R2-D2

- C-3PO

- BB-8

Egos

(Still need to get used to these characters, but I’ll write them.)

- Darkiplier

- Antisepticeye

YouTubers:

- Jacksepticeye

- ItsAlexClark

- Azzyland

- Gloom

- Thomas Sanders

- Markiplier

- Athena P

Five Nights at Freddy’s:

- Toy!Chika

- Glamrock!Freddy

- Glamrock!Chika

- Bonnie

- Chicka

- Freddy

- Foxy

- Monty

- Roxy

- Purple Guy

- Springtrap

- Marrionette

- Ballora

- Vanessa

- Vanny

- Gregory (I will age him up if you want a romantic story)

Other:

- literally any Disney princess

- some Disney Characters

- Some Avatar: The Last Airbender characters

- absolutely no Harry Potter characters

- Nathan Drake (UNCHARTED film)

- Blue Shirt Guy (Free Guy)

- DUDE (Free Guy)

- Mavis Dracula (Hotel Transylvania)

- Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

#loki #marvel #thomas sanders #avengers #disney #the avengers #markiplier egos #jacksepticeye egos #youtuber egos #septic egos #sanders sides #character x reader #character x y/n #y/n #free guy #hotel transylvania

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 4 years

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That’s All | Norman Osborn

Pairing: Norman Osborn x Plus Size Reader, platonic!Harry Osborn x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1k

Request: where y/n is friends with Harry and Peter, and y/n and Norman are having an affair. Norman talks to Harry about this girl he’s been seeing but doesn’t say it’s y/n, and Harry is just happy that there’s someone out there that makes his dad happy. But Norman doesn’t know that y/n knows Peter and Harry and so one day he introduces his girlfriend to them and they’re all like “uhhh WHAT??? This is the girl you’ve been talking about for months?????”

Warnings: age gap, very light mentions of abuse, veeeeeery light mentions of fatphobia, kissing, open ending.

A/N: the only thing I changed from the request is the part where Norman doesn’t know the reader knows Peter and Harry. It felt more in character for him to not care.

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You feared to exasperate him with your sighs and shifting, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from smoothing your skirt. It wasn’t as good of an idea now that the moment was about to arrive.

Norman took your hand before you could fiddle with the skirt of your dress or rotate your wrist where that friendship bracelet Harry, Peter, and you had designed hung from, lifting your hand toward his mouth to leave a kiss on your knuckles. “Ease up, darling.”

It was easy for him to say it when he didn’t care about Harry, but you did. You cared so deeply about Harry that you had been doubtful of accepting to attend what Norman very casually called family dinner.

It was far from that. Peter and Harry arrived a little late due to traffic, they had started apologizing when they saw you standing there next to Norman.

Peter bobbed his mouth, desperate to find something worth saying. Words seemed to fall short.

Harry, in sharp contrast, exploded, “really, Norman? My best friend?! The person I’ve told you multiple times means the most to me?!”

“Harry,” both Peter and you placed a hand on Harry’s chest to calm him down.

Harry clenched his jaw, shaking his head profusely. “I can’t believe this!”

He stared directly at you, tilting his head to drily instruct you, “follow me.” Harry made you follow him toward the back garden.

You stood uncomfortably under the gas lamp near the shed, looking up at the sky in useless hopes that it would open and something would save you from the confrontation by abducting you.

Harry was trying to calm himself down, doing his best to not react harshly towards you. He couldn’t, he cared too much about you. And he cared about his dad, he shouldn’t due to how shitty Norman treated him but he had been so happy that his dad was finally open to being in love, Harry had thought things would get better between them now that Norman seemed happy — it seemed like he had been wrong.

“He’s older than you,” he broke the silence. “He could literally be your dad!” He spat saliva as he spoke, too mad to hide it. “How many times have we not seen situations where older men take advantage of young women?”

He wasn’t wrong. Far from it. You had many times defended women in said situations, but the attention Norman gave you was amazing. No one your age cared about you in a romantic sense, they weren’t as mean as they had when you were a teenager but they couldn’t compare to Norman who had been a gentleman from the start and that was something you didn’t want to lose.

“Your dad treats me right,” you assured your best friend.

“Good for you, I can’t say the same.”

“Harry...” fuck, you felt bad for doing this to him. You had told Norman it was better to keep it secret, it wasn’t better than this but it wasn’t so damaging to your social life nor your mental health. “What do you want me to say?”

“At least tell me why! What the hell can my dad have that other guy can’t?”

“He’s interested.”

Harry huffed, scratching the back of his head and messing up his hair in the process. “That’s all?”

Why wouldn’t it be enough? Interest and attraction are crucial in a romantic relationship. “He makes time for me, and treats me right, and I’m com—“ you couldn’t say you were comfortable, not only because you weren’t entirely but because it would hurt your best friend.

Harry opened his arms. “C’mere.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. Harry’s hugs were your favorite, he always made sure to rub your back and curl up around you. They felt like an older brother’s embrace, a reminder that everything would be okay because you were safe.

The need to cry was getting stronger, Harry’s tenderness didn’t make it any better. You tried to keep it all in which ultimately made you shake in his arms.

He shushed you softly, “it’s okay, (N/N), I just want what’s best for you. I don’t want him to hurt you, but if he’s truly what makes you happy, I’ll accept it. Don’t cry, please don’t cry.”

You hugged him back with as much love as you could show in an embrace, letting his comforting words wash over you.

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Norman wasn’t pleased when you told him you needed to get home but he still drove you there. You had never seen him displeased, and you didn’t want to try your luck and make him angry when you knew how he could get, but you also needed space.

Space to think, be with your friends, run errands with your mom, apply for a job... you had spiraled into him, everything in your life for the past five months had been Norman Osborn — you needed to have a better perspective, for your own sake.

You had feelings for him, sure, but allowing him to get in the way of your relationship with Harry whom was your best friend and anchor would mean giving him too much power. And ending your relationship with him because of Harry would mean giving Harry the idea that he could interfere in every single one of your acquaintanceships.

As usual, Norman parked a block away from your house to say goodbye comfortably. He turned the engine off, undoing his seatbelt in order to move freely.

He cupped your cheek, leaning in to kiss you. He found your kiss too unenthusiastic, you had shortened it in comparison to the other goodbye kisses you had shared.

“Harold knows you make me happy,” he informed you, an attempt of assuring you everything would be okay at the end.

Nodding against his palm, you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I just need a little time, Norman. Maybe a couple of days by myself... I have homework to do, and I want to spend quality time with my mom.”

He set his jaw. Norman didn’t like it when you changed plans, he was too busy for rescheduling so often. He gave in, however, and as you opened the door to leave the car, he told you, “just don’t choose my son as Emily did.”

You realized, unlocking the front door of your house, that Norman’s last sentence was everything you should’ve needed to make up your mind. You just hoped it was the right decision.

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eykismyfav · 2 years

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AU where all the NWH Villains share an Apartment

Requested: Yes! @lorddaviddirry-moir

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

Warnings: swearing I guess

Pairing: NWH Villains x Reader (Platonic)

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

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

Major No Way Home Spoilers Below Keep Reading

Marvel Preference Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

No exploding things (Mostly directed at Osborn)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were honestly surprised just how sad that made you.

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

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

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

“Press the button.” He whispers slightly.

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

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

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

Tags: @simsiddy @happypixy380

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

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shangchiswife · 2 years

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norman osborn- look after you

summary: you get really drunk at a party so norman takes care of you

norman osborn x fem!reader harry osborn x fem! reader (platonic)

warnings: partying, drinking, sexual innuendos

word count: 1634

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Your good friend Harry and you were walking from your recent class over to his car.

After a long day of university work, the two of you wanted to go and settle down with some food from McDonald's.

You slipped into his car with a grin on your face.

"You are something else, Harry Osborn," you said as your friend started the car.

"I don't understand why you're making such a big deal about me calling your friend hot considering that you called my FATHER hot," Harry shook his head as he checked his mirrors and started backing out of the parking lot.

"That friend will have no interest in you-"

"Ouch that's cold even for you, Y/N," Harry said as he turned right out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

"Harry, she's gay," you spoke and for a moment it was silent.

Harry snorted and it was all over.

The two of you doubled in laughter.

"Keep your eyes on the road before you kill us!" you shrieked as Harry tightened his grip on the wheel and turned into the McDonald's lot, the bright yellow arch greeting the two of you

"No don't park let's just go through the drive-thru," you instructed as the brown-haired boy did what he was told.

After ordering your meal you both sat for a moment in comfortable silence.

"You know I was thinking about hosting a party on Halloween what are your thoughts?" Harry threw his head back against the seat and his brown eyes moved to yours.

"Sounds like fun but there better be drinks," you gave the boy a toothy smile as he grabbed the McDonald's bag and thanked the employee.

"Obviously there's going to be alcohol," he rolled his eyes as he parked in a spot and started scouring through the warm bag.

"McNuggets and fries for the lady," Harry put on a fake British accent as he handed you the small box with the nuggets and fries.

As you started eating, a thought came to your head.

"What about your dad, Har? Won't he be upset that we're all there? Is he gonna be there?" you questioned.

"Why? Hoping to catch a glance of him," Harry smirked as you shoved him playfully as he stole a fry from you.

"No...I mean yeah but he's definitely going to be pissed when he sees a bunch of college kids passed out or grinding on each other," you took a minuscule bite out of a nugget.

"He'll be out of town," Harry reassured as he stole another fry.

"Quit stealing my fries!" you protested as you slapped his hand.

"Damn you slap hard," the Osborn winced as he examined his hand.

"Oh shut up you know I didn't do anything," you stuck your tongue at him as he crossed his arms.

"I'm taking you home now," he grinned as you groaned.

"God you're the worst," you crossed your arms.

"You know you love me," he grinned as he turned a swift left turn.

"You're right I do,"

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On the day of the party, you decided to dress in a black corset and paired it with a short black skirt and fishnet stockings.

Since you were going as a vampire, you bought a pair of fake fangs and stuffed them in your mouth.

Once you were ready you excitedly drove over to the Osborn mansion. You were so excited to get drunk and let loose and dance away.

When you arrived on the street you noticed a lot of cars lined up beside the house and party-goers entering wearing their costumes and a lot of them had a beer in one of their hands.

When you entered the house it was already a mess with groups of couples already on the stairs making out feverishly and people stumbling about the house with drinks in their hands.

You spotted Harry in the corner with a dopey smile on his face as he talked animatedly to a beautiful girl with black hair and dark skin. She was dressed like an angel.

You walked over to them and gave Harry a big hug.

His pupils were already dilated.

"How many drinks have you had, Harold?" you questioned as his brown eyes grew.

He looked to the girl next to him who giggled.

"Five...I think no wait six...no wait," he continued as you facepalmed.

"Alright well I'm about to get drunk so please take care of him," you pat the girl on the back as she grinned and her eyes went onto Harry again.

You went over to the kitchen and grabbed a red solo cup full of some alcohol and took a swig.

And after finishing a few more drinks it was all history.

You somehow were on top of the dining table dancing away, swinging your hips with your eyes closed as you enjoyed the loud music.

"Yeah, that's my best friend!" Harry shouted as he let out a loud burp while the girl dressed as an angel next to him giggled and put a gentle hand on his chest.

The guys all howled at you as you continued to bounce up and down.

Suddenly the door of the mansion slammed open and Norman Osborn came rushing in.

Too drunk to notice you continued to dance, grabbing a handsome guy dressed like Spiderman to dance with.

"Everyone get out of here!" the deep voice of Norman screamed as a bunch of people ran off.

"Dad what are you doing here?" Harry asked exasperated at his dad's presence.

"It doesn't matter now get all of these people out of here!" he barked at Harry who yelped and took off upstairs leaving the angel with him disappointed.

"Go home," the auburn-haired older man stated firmly as she squealed and ran off with the rest of the people.

More people filed downstairs with dazed expressions on their faces while they exited the house followed by a sheepish-looking Harry.

Norman turned his eyes over to you who was still on the table dancing with the boy who had a feverish grin on his face.

Maybe it was the fact that the boy was dressed as Spiderman or was dancing with you but Norman became furious.

"Get off my dining table and get the fuck out!" he spat at the boy who froze in place, his blown out eyes wide as he scrambled to get off the table.

Harry discreetly grabbed a beer which did not go unnoticed by Norman as he spun around to face his son.

"Put the beer down and go upstairs right now!" he hissed as Harry looked like a little puppy as he stalked up the stairs with a sad look on his face.

Norman then put his attention back to you as you looked down at him.

"That was mean," you pouted.

"Come here, Y/N," the man's voice was soft as he opened his arms out for you to take.

"You know you look really hot right now," you giggled as Norman shook his head even though a small smile played at his lips.

You looked ravishing that night with your corset and tight little skirt that Norman wanted to rip off of you.

You jumped into the man's arms cheering as he caught you.

He then adjusted you so that he was carrying you bridal style.

"Hi," you said loudly.

"Hello, dear," he smiled down at you which made your cheeks grow warm.

Goddammit.

"So where are you gonna take me, Normie?" you slurred, a smirk forming on your face as Norman let out a laugh.

"To bed," he said ignoring your ridiculous nickname as an excited look came across your face.

"Oh my god I have been dreaming about this for so long!" you squealed as Norman laughed again.

He had to admit when Harry brought you home one day he had his eye set on you.

"Not today, sweetheart, but maybe another time when you aren't drunk," he pet your hair softly as he carried you upstairs to his bedroom.

A disappointed look came across your face as Norman placed you gently on the bed as you rolled into the covers.

"Come let's take these shoes off of you," he pulled you upwards as he took off your high heels.

"You look nice underneath me," a smug look came on your face as you kicked your feet upward with delight.

"Trust me darling when I get the chance to fuck you you'll be under me," he spoke darkly as he tossed your shoes to the side.

"Let me get you a shirt," he said hastily as he rummaged through a dresser and pulled out a giant t-shirt with the Oscorp logo plastered on it.

You started undressing, taking off your fishnets and Norman took that cue to look away.

You took the shirt from him.

"You can look now," you coughed as Norman turned to face you.

You looked adorable in the giant t-shirt.

"Come, let's get you to bed, you and Harry are going to have nasty hangovers tomorrow so I'll take care of you both," he said lifting you up and placing you underneath the covers.

Suddenly you felt sleepy and your eyelids fluttered.

"Stay with me," you whispered as you saw the older Osborn walking away.

Norman's blue eyes softened as he gazed at you.

He went to the restroom for a moment to change into his silk pajamas and then slid in next to you.

You immediately inched closer to him and placed your head on his chest.

"Thanks for taking care of me," you mumbled sleepily before drifting off to sleep.

Norman placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before following suit and shutting his eyes dreaming about how beautiful you looked.

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