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OWP: "Speech"

It's been a while since I posted an Omo Without Plot. But I have another one.

This one is again about Green Goblin. It was supposed to be a one-shot added to my GodsPEEd Gobby one-shots ("Speech" is the name I gave it), but I never finished it and don't really feel like doing so. So I'm posting it as an OWP instead.

This is a very rough draft. I didn't even finish writing the speech Goblin gives or the questions and answers. It's also unfinished. It is also very long (the document I wrote it on is 8 pages).

Please Enjoy!

Goblin followed Otto into the public bathroom. It was crowded and he found that all three stalls were occupied. He sighed, annoyed that he had to wait when he couldn’t even feel the discomfort that meant he needed to release pee. 

“I don’t even have to go,” he whined. “It’s a waste of time.”

“You should try anyways,” Otto replied. “I don’t want you to have to go when we’re stopped in traffic.”

Goblin hated to admit that Otto was right. He’d had the experience of needing to use the toilet while stuck in traffic before. He didn’t want to experience it again. 

Still, he hated trying to use the toilet when he didn’t feel the need to. It always took a long time and usually didn’t feel worth it when he was finished. 

A toilet flushed and someone walked out of one of the stalls. Goblin didn’t rush to enter it. He was also slow to close and lock the door. He turned around and stared down at the toilet. Sometimes, if he looked at the toilet, the discomfort would appear.

He felt nothing. 

He sighed again. 

“Do I have to?” he asked.

“You’ll be glad that you did,” he heard Otto say from the other side of the door. “Trust me.”

Goblin reluctantly turned around and pushed his pants and underwear down. He sat and waited but nothing happened. He tried to release pee but couldn’t feel anything happen. 

“I swear I don’t have to go,” he said. 

“Keep trying,” Otto replied. 

Even though he was annoyed, angry, and bored, Goblin didn’t argue. He sat, staring at the door in front of him. After a minute, he heard Otto speak again.

“Any luck?” he asked. 

“No,” Goblin replied.

There was a short pause. 

“Are you working on any new projects?” Otto finally asked. 

Goblin knew what he was doing. He was trying to provide a distraction. In other instances where Otto had asked Goblin to use the bathroom when he didn’t need to, Otto would talk to Goblin about something unrelated to the toilet. Oftentimes, if he didn’t focus on needing to pee, the discomfort would suddenly appear, and he’d be able to release pee. 

“Not right now,” he answered Otto’s question. He shifted his posture. The toilet wasn’t the most comfortable place to sit.

“You should,” Otto said. “It would give you something to do. And I know you like making things.”

Sometimes, on Saturdays when Goblin was in control, Otto would go into the workshop at the place he worked to work on his inventions and Goblin would come with him. He would sit off to the side to stay out of Otto’s way and tinker with scraps of material that Otto had discarded. Sometimes he made little inventions and Otto was always impressed by Goblin’s ability to build things without a blueprint. Norman was impressed as well. Sometimes Otto brought scraps home so Goblin could build stuff on nights when he was in control.

“I do like making things,” he agreed now. He felt a brief tinge of discomfort, but as soon as he focused on it, it went away. 

“Do you want to come up with something now?” Otto asked. 

“Sure,” Goblin replied. “I have nothing better to do.”

“What kind of thing would you want to make?” Otto asked. 

“Something that explodes,” Goblin answered. He heard Otto laugh.

“Of course,” Otto said. 

“Preferably something that won’t hurt anyone,” Goblin said. “I wouldn’t want to get arrested.”

“Or hurt someone,” Otto added. 

“Yeah, sure,” Goblin said. “That too.”

“Okay,” Otto said. “So, a bomb that doesn’t hurt anyone. Fireworks, maybe?”

“I love fireworks,” Goblin said. “Definitely fireworks. Big, loud ones.”

“Okay,” Otto said. 

“I like the fireworks that have multiple explosions in one,” Goblin said. “You know those ones? They explode but then there are also smaller explosions?”

“Those are cool,” Otto agreed. 

Goblin opened his mouth to add something but then stopped. A strong discomfort had washed over him. He instantly focused on it, did what he felt he needed to, and sighed as his body finally released pee. 

Neither he nor Otto said anything until he was finished. He always found it odd that, even though he hadn’t needed to go, he still felt better once he’d gone. 

“I’m done,” he announced. 

“Great,” Otto said. “Good job.”

“Thanks for the distraction,” Goblin said as he stood. “It helped.”

“Glad to help,” Otto said. 

Goblin redressed, flushed, and left the stall. He washed his hands, and as he was drying them, he said,

“I’ll wait outside for you.”

“Sounds good,” Otto replied. “I won’t take too long.”

Goblin tossed the paper towels he’d dried his hands with and left the bathroom.

…

The lobby of the auditorium was crowded with people. All of them were dressed in suits or dresses and were huddled in small groups, talking and laughing. Goblin felt out of place amongst the business men and women who worked for Oscorp and its partnering businesses. He was there to speak about his future involvement in the company, which several of the Oscorp higher-ups had suggested and which Norman had agreed upon. But he knew nothing about business, didn’t know any of these people, and felt like he shouldn’t be there.

“I don’t belong here,” he said to Otto, who had walked in behind him and stood next to him. 

“Not yet,” Otto replied. “But soon you will.”

Goblin fussed with his suit jacket and slacks. He hated wearing suits. They were uncomfortable and always felt too small. He felt like the tie around his neck was choking him. He felt like he couldn’t breathe in the buttoned suit jacket. The slacks were too tight compared to the sweatpants he usually wore. 

“Leave the suit alone,” Otto said. He scowled at him.

“I don’t want to wear it,” he growled. “It’s too tight.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Otto said. “You’re just not used to wearing it.”

Goblin reached up and pulled the collar away from his neck. 

“I’m taking it off as soon as this is over,” he said.

“You can definitely do that,” Otto said. “I even brought a change of clothes so you could change before we leave if you want.”

“Thank God,” Goblin said. “You’re a lifesaver.”

Before Otto could respond, Goblin saw Harry, Norman’s son, approaching them.

“Goblin?” he asked when he’d stopped in front of them.

“Great, it’s you,” Goblin said. 

“Glad you decided to come!” Harry said. 

“I’m here for Norman, not you,” Goblin said. 

“You should meet some of your fellow coworkers,” Harry said. “I can walk you around and introduce you to some people.”

Goblin tried not to groan or roll his eyes. The term “coworkers” implied that he’d be actively working alongside them, which he didn’t think would actually happen. He had a strong feeling that, after his speech, people would be less enthusiastic about hiring him.

“Sure,” he said to Harry. “Whatever.”

“You should use the bathroom first, though,” Otto said. “It’s been a while since you last went.”

This time, Goblin did groan and roll his eyes at Otto. 

“I think I can determine whether I need to go,” he said. 

“At least have Harry show you where the bathrooms are so that you don’t have to search for them if you do need to go,” Otto said. 

“Fine,” Goblin reluctantly agreed. 

“I’ll show you where they are,” Harry said. He beckoned Goblin to follow him as he turned around and Goblin did so. 

…

Everyone around Goblin laughed as Goblin finished the story about Norman that he’d been telling. Goblin was surprised that they were enjoying hearing somewhat embarrassing stories about their CEO. He wouldn’t have expected them to. 

“Tell another one,” the man standing across from him said. “If you have another one.”

“Oh I have plenty of stories about Mr. Osborn,” Goblin said. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh and started telling another story. By the time he had finished the story, which was also followed by a bout of laughter, Otto was standing next to him.

“You look like you’re having fun,” he said.

“I’m telling embarrassing stories about Norman,” Goblin said, looking up at him. “It’s great. And they’re loving it.”

He gestured to the people around him. 

“You’re giving your speech in fifteen minutes,” Otto said. “Are you ready?”

“Of course I’m ready,” Goblin said. He patted the breast of his suit jacket. “I’ve got my notecards right here.”

He heard a few chuckles around him.

Otto leaned his face closer to Goblin’s and spoke quietly into their ear.

“You should try to use the bathroom now so you won’t have to go while you’re speaking.”

Goblin’s smile turned into a frown.

“I don’t have to,” he said. Sometimes he said that even though he didn’t mean it because he didn’t want to go. But this time it was true. He didn’t feel any discomfort.

“You should try anyways,” Otto replied in the same quiet voice. Goblin sighed. It was no use arguing with Otto.

“Fine,” he said. He looked back at the people around him and said “Excuse me,” before standing up from his chair and walking to the bathrooms Harry had shown him the location of earlier.

The bathroom wasn’t crowded. He locked himself in one of the stalls, hung his suit jacket over the door, and sat on the toilet. 

He waited.

And waited.

And waited.

There was no discomfort. 

He did what he usually did to release pee, just in case maybe he just couldn’t feel the discomfort, but nothing came out of him. Otto wasn’t there to provide a distraction. If he couldn’t go now, he wouldn’t be able to.

Sighing, he stood up and pulled his pants back up, tucking his shirt into them. He flushed the toilet out of habit and pulled his suit jacket down. He exited the stall, washed his hands, and walked back into the lobby.

When Otto asked if he’d gone, he lied and said that he had.

He sat down and continued to talk with the Oscorp employees and nobody mentioned the bathroom again. 

…

The auditorium was almost full. Goblin could barely see the people sitting in the stands from his spot behind the podium. He swayed slightly, shifting from foot to foot. He’d never spoken in front of a crowd before. He felt nervous and tried to stay calm.

It’s not a big deal, he thought. You know what you’re doing.

He shuffled the note cards he was holding in his hand. They had bullet points of everything he’d planned to say in his speech, reminding him in case he forgot what he’d memorized. He quickly ran the speech over in his mind before looking back up at the crowd. 

“Hello, everyone,” he said into the microphone in front of him. The murmur of voices he’d been hearing slowly faded. The auditorium fell silent. He felt some heat in his cheeks at the thought that the only thing people could hear was him. 

He pushed the nerves away. He didn’t need to be nervous. He would be fine.

“It’s great to be here tonight,” he said. “I’ve met some of you earlier, but for those I haven’t met, I’m called ‘The Green Goblin,’ but most of my friends just call me ‘Goblin.’ You can call me that, if you want. Or ‘Mr. Goblin.’ Or ‘Mr. Green.’ I don’t really care.”

There was a wave of chuckles in the crowd but they faded quickly. 

[Goblin gives his speech. He gets about halfway through when the feeling hits him].

His breath caught in his throat. The need to pee was bad. Really bad. Worse than he would have expected given that he hadn’t needed to go until now. He shuffled on his feet, trying to stay calm, and continued. 

“[another part of the speech].”

The need to pee was getting worse, and quickly. Goblin felt the urge to do what he knew would get rid of it but tried his best not to act on the urge. He tried to focus on his speech, making himself look as calm as he could. 

“[More of the speech].”

He came to the sudden realization that the speech was a distraction. He knew that for most people, distracting them from needing to pee made it easier to bear. But Goblin had so often used distraction to make himself pee that it was only making the urge to do so stronger. 

He felt his face heating up and his palms were starting to sweat. His hands were beginning to shake. 

“[conclusion of the speech].”

He paused as another strong wave of discomfort and urgency washed over him. He was trying not to dance in place but wasn’t succeeding very well. He squeezed his legs together which made the slacks more tight and uncomfortable than they already were. 

“Are there any questions?” he asked. 

He saw multiple hands raise. He pointed at the audience in the general direction of one of the hands.

“How about you, there in the front,” he said. One of the people lowered their hand and pointed to themself. Goblin nodded and the person smiled at him.

“[Question]?”

Goblin winced. He couldn’t fight the urge anymore but continued to try anyway as he answered the question.

“[Goblin’s answer].”

Hands raised again. Goblin really needed to pee. Still, he called on another person.

“[Question]?”

“[Goblin’s answer but it’s cut short]--”

Goblin stopped speaking abruptly when he felt a wave of warm liquid come out of him and flood into his pants. He was peeing in his pants. He needed to go to the bathroom now if he wanted any chance of making it to the toilet.

“I’m sorry,” he said into the microphone. His voice was rushed and shaking. “I need to use the bathroom. Excuse me.”

He turned away from the microphone and rushed to the edge of the stage. He quickly descended the stairs and started making his way up one of the aisles between the rows of seats. He felt another flood of warm liquid escape him and tried to stop it. He got it to stop for a second but felt it happen again as he got to the exit to the auditorium and pushed the door open.

He tried to run to the bathroom but could only manage a quick waddling jog. Warm liquid periodically escaped him in waves and his heart was racing. He’d waited too long to empty his bladder and now his body was doing it for him. He hoped that maybe, if he tried hard enough, he would be able to release at least a significant amount of it into the toilet instead.

He waddled into the bathroom and into one of the stalls. He locked himself inside, ripped off his suit jacket, and dropped it onto the floor. He struggled to get his pants and underwear off and nearly ripped his slacks pulling them down. 

He dropped onto the toilet and finally allowed his body to release pee.

He heard a small trickle. Then nothing. 

He knew the implication of that small trickle. Most of the pee in his body had been released into his pants as he tried to get to the bathroom. 

He thought he would feel some strong emotion — anger, upset, embarrassment — but he only felt slightly disappointed that he hadn’t made it to the toilet in time. 

He continued to sit on the toilet, unsure what to do. He tried to release pee again, hoping that maybe he’d just been imagining the warmth and that the trickle had only been the start of a much larger flood. But no pee escaped him. 

He finally felt anger when he realized that Otto had been right. That he should have tried to use the bathroom earlier. He swore quietly.

He heard someone enter the bathroom.

“Goblin?” 

It was Otto’s voice. Goblin didn’t want to talk to Otto, but he answered him anyway.

“I’m here,” he said. 

He heard footsteps approaching his stall and then saw Otto’s feet under the stall door. They stopped and turned in his direction. Then one of Otto’s metal arms snaked under the door, grabbed the suit jacket, and lifted it out of the stall. 

“Are you okay?” Otto asked. Goblin sighed. 

“Please don’t say ‘I told you so’,” he said. “I know you were right.”

“I wasn’t planning on saying that,” Otto said. “I just came in here to make sure you’re okay.”

“I peed in my pants,” Goblin admitted. 

“Okay.”

It was all Otto said. Goblin almost wished he’d said more, wished he’d chastised him. 

“I have a change of clothes in the car, remember,” Otto finally said after a long pause. “I’ll go out and get those and you can change.”

“I want to go home,” Goblin said.

“We will,” Otto replied. “Your speech was good, by the way. I didn’t even think you needed a toilet until you started asking questions.”

“I didn’t need one until about halfway through,” Goblin said. “It got worse during the question and answer.”

“I’m going to go get the clothes,” Otto said. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

The feet turned and walked away. Goblin looked down at the soiled pants and underwear still pulled up to his knees. The dark stain was clearly visible on the front of his slacks. Not wanting to be reminded of what happened, he pushed them down and they landed in a wet heap on the floor at his feet.

…

And that's where it ends. Again, it is unfinished.

Thanks for reading!

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Omovember Day 18

I seem to no longer have interest in finishing Omovember prompts. However, I had one prompt already written a while ago so I decided to post it. I might move on from Omovember to focus on other works.

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Was really excited to do Omovember, and I still really want to, but I literally just don’t have the energy to write anymore.

I’ve already decided I might have to skip a few prompts that don’t interest me as much, but in general I just don’t have the energy for it. There’s so much other stuff going on right now. And the stress from hearing about American politics (as an American) has drained a lot of my mental energy as well (even though I no longer read about it anymore).

So, maybe I’ll continue omovember. Maybe I won’t. I don’t really know right now. I’ll see what ends up happening.

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I feel bad about being so late on Omovember. Honestly I got into writer's block and haven't been able to daydream for some reason (I daydream scenes and then write them). I have not forgotten about Omovember and I do really want to finish it. I probably won't have it done by the end of November but I'll try to get it done. (Might have to skip a few though, idk).

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Omovember 4!

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Omovember 3!

The next Omovember is finished!

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Omovember #2!!

Next Omovember one-shot is posted!

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Was finally about to post my next omovember fic and as I was putting in the info for the new work, my computer just…died.

thought this was funny. (Don’t worry, I write all my stuff on a separate document so I didn’t lose anything).

Anyways I will try to write more prompts this weekend and I am still definitely going to have at least one or two fics posted tonight.

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Omovember Day 1!

First Omovember one-shot is posted!

I'm using the Omovember prompt list made by @homo-rashi!

These might not be posted on the actual date but I am planning to do all of them eventually!

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happy omovember to all the omo enjoyers <3

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It’s finally time for Omovember! Unfortunately, I have not had a lot of time or energy to write.

That being said, I WILL be doing Omovember this year. I might just be a little late in the first few, so stay tuned!

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Update about this blog

I originally made this a side-blog, but after having it for a while, I’ve decided to make it a main blog. It might be more difficult to handle two different blogs, but making this a main blog will make it easier to interact in omo spaces since I’d be able to follow people and send asks and other things side blogs can’t do. Also, it would further separate this blog from my regular main blog.

In addition, I’m thinking I might make it 18+. I didn’t make this blog 18+, but after seeing so many omo blogs (even those that don’t post sexual omo) be 18+, I’m starting to think it would be better that way.

The blog would basically be the same as this one, but it would be a main blog and 18+.

This side blog will still be here for a while as I work to copy my posts so I can repost them on the new blog. But I will have to deactivate it before making a new one since I don’t think you can have a blog with the same name as a side blog (please correct me if I’m wrong cause that would make things easier lol).

Wanted to update anyone who’s currently enjoying this blog.

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Be the person who increases the number of omo fics for your favorite character!

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mmm stolen send asks for characters from my fandoms (soulsb0rne, skyr2m, 1dv others im forgetting)

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The people have spoken. I will post Omovember to my AO3 as well. (Though at this point I’ve seen so many posts asking ppl to cross-post fics to AP3 that I don’t know why I asked).

I was originally going to just do Omovember on Tumblr, but now I’m thinking about doing it on AO3 as well. I want to know what others think.

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OWP

Here's another one from my "these will never see the light of day" document. Focuses on The Green Goblin from Spider-Man (2002). I thought this was a funny concept and something Goblin would definitely do.

Also, shoutout to @somebody22222 who expressed interest in seeing the stories from that document!

Under the cut because it's long. Hope you enjoy! Comments are much appreciated!

Goblin glared at the traffic light, which still shone red. He and Otto had been stuck in traffic for hours, and this had to be the hundredth light they had been stopped at. Normally, Goblin wouldn’t have been bothered by having to wait in traffic — he could just sleep, or talk to Otto, or give control back to Norman so he could deal with the boredom. 

But he had been thirsty earlier and he and Otto had stopped at a gas station. He’d gotten a large drink and had finished it within half an hour. 

It didn’t take long for the drink to pass through him. But by that point, they’d already gotten stuck in traffic. 

He’d told Otto several times that he needed to use the bathroom, becoming more and more desperate as time went on. Each time he said something, though, Otto simply replied with “I know,” followed by some other phrase like “There’s nothing I can do right now” or “I’m trying to get out of this traffic.” Still, nothing had changed. They were still stuck in traffic. And Goblin needed to pee. Badly. 

He glanced down at the empty large drink cup sitting on the floor in front of him, and chastised himself for getting the large size. He squirmed in his seat, trying and failing to find a comfortable position. He’d undone his seatbelt several minutes ago, mentioning that it was putting pressure on his bladder and making him feel worse. Otto had allowed it, since they weren’t moving anyways, and even agreed that it might help. 

Goblin looked at Otto. The man was staring straight ahead, and Goblin wondered if he was trying not to look at him. 

“Octavius,” he whined. He was about to mention once again that he needed to pee, maybe adding how badly he had to go, but before he could Otto said,

“If you complain one more time I’m going to drop you off on the side of the road and drive away.”

“I’d prefer that actually,” Goblin said. “I’d finally be able to pee and I think it would be funny to watch Norman panic wondering where he was.”

He started to laugh but instantly stopped when he felt his control over his bladder slip. He struggled to regain control and was thankful when he did. Still, he could tell that the slip had let out more than just a little urine. He squirmed again. 

“I’m not actually going to do that,” Otto said. “But please stop complaining. You’ve been saying the same thing over and over again for hours and it’s driving me crazy.”

“Well, it’s true,” Goblin replied. “And it keeps getting worse. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”

“There’s nothing I can do right now. That isn’t going to change until I can get out of traffic.”

Goblin sighed, leaning his head back against his seat and squeezing his eyes shut. 

“There’s a Home Depot near here. Once I can get off of the freeway, I’ll stop there and you can go in and find the bathroom.”

“How long will that take?” Goblin asked. 

“I don’t know,” Otto replied in a groan. “It looks like traffic is starting to move though, so it hopefully won’t be that much longer.”

Goblin hoped he was right. He tried to distract himself in trivial ways — counting the number of red cars, singing to himself, counting the number of people who were in the cars around them. It helped enough that time passed a little faster, but it didn’t fully distract him. 

As Otto had said, the traffic did start moving eventually. Goblin was relieved when they finally exited the freeway. It didn’t take long to find the Home Depot, and Otto pulled into the parking lot and drove up to the entrance. 

“I’ll wait in the parking lot. It shouldn’t be hard to find me.”

Goblin would have laughed if he wasn’t afraid of what would happen if he did. Instead, he nodded and quickly left the car. 

He jogged to the entrance, pulling up the hood of the hoodie he was wearing. He always felt more comfortable hiding his face, because he didn’t want to connect himself to Norman. The hood provided enough cover that he wouldn’t easily be recognized, but didn’t cover his face so much that it was suspicious. 

He hurried through the sliding doors. The store was huge. Goblin realized he’d never been here before, but he didn’t think much about that fact as he swiftly walked through the store. 

There were so many aisles that Goblin quickly got lost. He cursed under his breath when he ended up in the same aisle twice. He hadn’t thought to ask someone where the bathroom was, and he instantly regretted it. 

It quickly became clear that there was no way that he was going to make it to the bathroom in time. He would need a miracle to get to the toilet before he lost control. He could already feel his control slipping. 

He was sure he was about to pee himself when the miracle he needed appeared. It was a sign hanging above one of the aisles that read “Bathroom.” He couldn’t believe his luck when he looked down the aisle and saw a toilet not that far from him. 

“Thank God,” he whispered. He jogged down the aisle, already pulling down the zipper of his pants. He stopped abruptly in front of the toilet, spread his legs a few inches apart, and aimed. 

Goblin nearly moaned in relief when he finally let go. He briefly leaned his head back with a sigh, then looked back down at the toilet in front of him. 

As he began to think rationally again, he realized that the toilet hadn’t had water inside of it, like toilets usually did. He also noticed that it didn’t appear to be connected to any pipes. It was only then that he realized how weird it was for a store to have a bathroom in the middle of one of its aisles. 

He glanced around with his eyes, not wanting to turn his head. People who walked past him gave him judgemental looks, but nobody said anything or tried to stop him. 

I don’t think I’m supposed to be pissing in this, he thought. But he ignored the thought. It wasn’t like he could stop and look for the bathroom instead. Not now. 

When he had finally finished, he looked around. People still looked at him with weird expressions when they passed him. He looked down at the toilet, now filled with urine. Not knowing how to get rid of it, and definitely not wanting to tell anybody about it, he slowly lowered the lid of the toilet, slid his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie, and walked away. 

He walked back to the car and slid into the passenger seat. He closed the door and Otto looked at him. 

“Did you make it?” he asked. He looked Goblin up and down and added, “It doesn’t look like you had an accident.”

Goblin cringed at the phrase. Apparently, it was a “better” way of saying someone peed (or pooped) in their pants, and at first, he’d been indifferent towards it. But one day he’d heard a mother ask her child if they’d “had an accident” (which they clearly had) and since then the phrase made him feel like a child.  

“I did make it,” he replied without making a comment about the phrase. “But I don’t think I did it right.”

“What do you mean?” Otto asked. 

“I found a sign that said ‘Bathroom’ hanging above one of the aisles. I wasn’t thinking clearly — for obvious reasons — so when I saw the toilet I immediately ran to it and…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He knew Otto understood. The man stared at him with a shocked and horrified expression on his face. But the expression only lasted a few seconds before Otto burst out laughing. Goblin was confused. 

“Why is that funny?” he asked. It took a few minutes for Otto to regain his composure enough to reply. 

“That was a display,” he said, wiping tears out of his eyes. “You’re not supposed to use it. It’s there as a model to show you what kinds of toilets they sell.”

“Oh,” Goblin said. “I thought it was weird to have a bathroom out in public like that.”

Otto laughed again. 

“I should be mad,” he said, “But that’s so funny that I can’t be. And I doubt you’re the only person who’s ever done that.”

“When I realized that I shouldn’t have done that, I didn't know what to do, so I just put the lid down and walked away.”

The sentence made Otto laugh harder. Goblin laughed with him. 

“Imagine the face of the next person who opens it,” Otto said between bouts of laughter. 

They continued to sit in the parking lot until the initial humor of the incident wore off and their laughter finally died down. 

“We should go,” Goblin said. “Someone might recognize me.”

“Good idea,” Otto replied. He started the car back up and drove away from the Home Depot. 

They both agreed that they’d never speak about what happened, and they’d never go shopping at this store.

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OWP

This one focuses on Norman Osborn from Spider-Man (2002). Like the previous OWP, I had already written it a long time ago but never posted it until now.

After rereading what I'd written, I hated the ending and I don't have the motivation to change it, so I just left it out. So this one also doesn't have a real resolution.

Under the cut because it's long. Hope you enjoy! Comments are loved. :D

Norman glanced up at the clock. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until this meeting was over. Ten minutes until he could finally use the bathroom. 

This was the third meeting he’d had that day. The meetings had been back to back. As soon as one meeting ended, he had enough time to walk to the room where the next meeting was being held, and then that meeting started. 

Today wasn’t the only day where his schedule had been like this. These days were torturous. It could be anywhere between four and six hours without any breaks in between. No breaks to eat. No breaks to rest. No breaks to relieve himself. 

Days on the shorter side of that span were bearable. But days on the longer side — days like today — were hard to get through. Even one cup of coffee in the morning was enough to make him miserable by the time the meetings were finally over. 

Today, his schedule was really pushing him to his limits. 

“Are you okay?”

Goblin. Usually, he stayed quiet while Norman was at work. Apparently, he’d felt the need to check in on Norman. Norman knew he should probably be mad, but a part of him was thankful for the distraction. 

I feel like I’m going to explode, he thought. 

“Are you saying that figuratively or do you need to call an ambulance?” Goblin asked. 

Figuratively, Norman replied. If I don’t go to the bathroom soon I’m going to piss my pants. 

He glanced up at the clock again. Eight minutes. 

“Then why don’t you just do that and get it over with?” Goblin asked. “That’s what I would do.”

I’m sure you would. Otto tells me you have trouble with that at home.

“Fucking snitch! That’s none of your business!”

I think I deserve to know why I have to do five loads of laundry a week when I should only have to do one.

“It doesn’t happen that much! It only happens, like, twice a week now!”

Wow. Good for you.

Norman felt someone tap his shoulder. 

“What?” he asked, instantly snapping back to attention.

He was asked for his opinion about the topic of the meeting. He tried to keep his voice steady as he answered. Even when he peed a little and struggled to regain control, he was able to keep his voice steady and his body relatively still. He finished speaking and the conversation continued. 

I don’t think I’m going to make it, he thought, half talking to Goblin and half talking to himself. Goblin answered. 

“Then go. Wherever you want to. Nobody can stop you. They’d be rude to.”

I can’t go right now.

“I’ll never understand you.”

Several long, agonizing minutes later, the meeting ended. Norman packed up his briefcase, shoving papers inside without caring about how neat they were. He hissed in a breath when he stood up and the need to pee got ten times worse. He walked swiftly back to his office, begging his body to “hold it.” All he needed to do was drop his briefcase off at his office and then he could finally get the relief he’d needed for the past several hours. 

As he walked into his office, he heard his phone ringing. He groaned as he walked over to his desk. He dropped the briefcase onto the floor and sat down in his chair — at least sitting down felt better than standing. He picked up the phone and held it up to his ear. 

“Hello?” he asked. He noticed too late that his voice sounded strained. Though, maybe that was a good thing. 

There was a man on the other end who wanted to talk to him about a topic that, in his “I’m-trying-desperately-not-to-piss-myself” haze, he couldn’t remember ever discussing with anybody. He couldn’t even remember who this man was. 

“Can this wait until another time,” he asked, putting as much desperation into his voice as he could. 

The man insisted that this conversation could not wait. But Norman could not wait, either. He had somewhere urgent to be, and soon. 

“I’m busy right now,” he insisted. “It’s not really a good time for me.”

The man kept saying that “this won’t take too long” and “it will only take a minute.” But Norman didn’t have a minute. By how hard it was getting to keep his bladder under control, he guessed that he had about forty-five seconds until all hell broke loose. 

“Can we please postpone this for a later time?” he begged. He was thankful it was just a phone call, and the man at the other end of the line couldn’t see his incessant squirming. “Just give me one minute and I’ll call you back.”

The man insisted that the call was urgent. Norman believed that his situation was much more urgent than a phone call. 

“One minute,” he begged. “That’s all I need. And then I’ll call you back.”

Still, the man insisted on continuing the call. Norman was getting desperate. He couldn’t stop himself before yelling,

“I am about to piss my pants can we please reschedule this call for another time?!”

There was silence for a few seconds. Norman thought he should just hang up. It would probably be better. But eventually, the man agreed. 

Not waiting to hear what else he had to say or even to reschedule their next call, Norman slammed the phone down on the receiver and stood up. He ran out of his office and into the main office. 

Immediately, people were surrounding him. They said his name, asking him questions before he even acknowledged them. He tried to be polite as he waved them away, but every time he asked one person to wait, someone else would show up and try to ask him a different question. Some people stopped in front of him so he couldn’t keep moving. He started to lose his patience and began snapping at people who tried to stop him. 

He finally got to the bathroom and reached out to push the door opened. People were still talking to him, trying to get his attention, everyone speaking all at once, some people going so far as to grab his arm or shoulder. Furious, desperate, and wanting nothing more than to be left alone, he spun around and yelled,

“Can everyone just leave me alone for one goddamn minute?!”

Silence followed. Everyone was staring at him. Most wore shocked expressions. Some people were whispering to each other. One person snickered and another person shushed them. 

Norman wished they were reacting to his sudden outburst. But he could clearly feel what they were really reacting to. Against his better judgement, he looked down. The spreading dark stain was obvious against the light gray pants he’d chosen to wear. He watched in real time as the stain spread across the front and down the legs of his pants. Eventually, a stream dripped out of one pant leg and onto the floor. He would have felt immense relief if humiliation wasn’t overpowering it. 

He looked back up. People were still staring at him. He felt tears stinging his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t get himself to move. He couldn’t get himself to speak. All he could do was stand there. 

“Those fuckers,” he heard Goblin growl. “What do they think they’re staring at? I’ll fucking kill them!”

Then he heard another voice. One that was familiar and comforting. 

“What the hell are you all doing?” Otto yelled. Norman saw him walking through the crowd of people. “You should be ashamed of yourselves! He’s a human being! Are you just going to stand there and gawk at him like he’s a fucking zoo animal? Get out of here! Or I swear I’ll find a way to fire your asses!”

People finally started to disperse, quickly looking away as if they were embarrassed. Norman looked up at Otto as he got closer. He bit his lip, trying to choke back sobs. When he blinked, tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“Come on,” Otto said in a soft, soothing voice. “Let’s go into your office.”

Norman let Otto lead him back to his office. As soon as Otto closed the door, Norman broke down into loud sobs of humiliation and anger. Otto pulled him closer and hugged him. Norman sobbed into his shoulder as Otto rubbed his back.