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hazelsmirrorball · 1 year ago

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Undercover Spider-Woman II. | Hazel Callahan

Spider-woman! Hazel Callahan x Villain! Reader Summary: Green Goblin has a love hate relationship with Spider-Woman Warnings: english isn’t my main language, not proof-read,fighting, daddy issues a/n: Thank you so much for reading the first part. I hope you enjoy it!

part one

Y/n always wanted to please her dad. Maybe it was her daddy issues or the fact that he was the only thing she had left, both her mother and brother tragically passing away a few years back. They only had each other. He was the only person she could call family so she made it her mission to always keep him happy or at least somewhat. Y/n was deadly afraid of her father, never wanting to be on his bad side. She knew about his other persona and it scared her.

Doctor Norman Virgil Osborn was a regular rich dude, founder and CEO of Oscorp which specialized in military research. Y/n’s father always wanted power so that’s what he got. He had created a powerful yet unsuitable performance enhancer, that was intended to enhance strengths to individuals but as he tried it on himself his superhuman levels increased giving him artificially enhanced physiology, superhuman durability, reflexes, regenerative healing factor, speed, stamina, agility and strength. But everything has its consequences making him develop a dissociative identity disorder, that’s when the chaotically sadistic psychopath Green Goblin was born.

But that didn’t stop him, he wanted more so he involved his daughter, Y/n. Y/n could care less about her dad’s evil plans so when he had gotten a hold of another syringe full of that performance enhancer, things started to change. He had done several researches on it, perfecting the formula that he had used on himself, not waiting for his daughter to go insane as he was, he cared at least a little.

So in sophomore year, Y/n had become Green Goblin 2.0. Y/n at first wasn’t completely convinced of the idea of having to be a psychopathic villain but her dad was finally proud of her, so she sucked it up. Having the performance enhancer made her powerful and her dad had managed to fix some of the flaws that he had suffered from. But she still had the Green Goblin inside of her. She found herself acting on anger and impulsiveness. So maybe she was caught up with being a true villain.

Y/n walked as fast as she could, feeling as if someone was following her. She turned around scanning her surroundings knowing that tonight she was in for a treat. Having so much energy left from the fight club and building tension from the almost kiss with Hazel made her go into a little frenzy, throwing a little mischief in the city here and there. Nothing too big or problematic but something that would make Spider Woman's life a little difficult. She jumped on the lid of the dumpster pushing the window of the abandoned building open, slipping her body in with ease inside.

Her dads evil lair, a stupid abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. She didn’t have a damn car so she found herself walking every dad to that dumpster in God knows where. It was supposed to be their hideout, not too extravagant and a way from them to keep things on the low but she found this place being her second home, not wanting to face her dad when he was on the brink of insanity she decided to take the evil lair as her own.

“Well at least I can somewhat relax a little” Y/n said to herself, quickly taking her shoes off. In an attempt to take them off while holding all her things she slammed her foot on the wall. “For fucks sakes” she yelled in pain as she rubbed the affected spot trying to ease the pain. Y/n found it quite difficult due to the fact that she was still holding all her things so she angrily threw her things on the floor and quickly held onto her left foot. While doing so her right foot got caught on her bag making her fall face first onto the floor. Y/n screamed onto the floor clearly frustrated, she dragged her body against the wooden floor, her laziness and anger taking over.

When she finally got a hold of the couch she reached forward gaining balance to stand up from the floor. Y/n looked towards the refrigerator as she hopped towards it, in an attempt to get some ice. When she finally reached it, she looked in the freezer only noticing a bag of peas and sighed, fight club was really taking a toll on her. She desperately wanted to take her mask off but before she did she heard someone clear her throat behind her, making her turn around.

And there she was in all her glory. Spider Woman hanging from the ceiling staring at her with her mask covering her face. She waved her hand slowly, like she was trying to taunt her in some way. She could bet she was smiling under that damn mask. Had she seen Y/n miserably drag herself on the floor? Or how she hit her leg? God, this was so embarrassing. Too many things were going through the woman's head; she didn’t even notice Spider-Woman had started talking.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” She asked again, standing up and walking towards her, her demeanor overpowering hers. Y/n closed the freezer groaning as she gripped on the counter in front of her. She didn’t have the energy to do this, not today.

“I know we don’t get along and what not but breaking into my place? That’s a new low, even for you. I thought Superheroes knew what boundaries were. ” Y/n said as she took a deep breath, gaining her composure and sending a fake smile towards Spider-Woman's way.

“Wanted to know what your evil lair looked like in real life. I thought it was going to be all dark and evil, maybe a knife collection on the walls, torture devices here and there. But this? I wasn’t expecting this. It’s quite homey, I didn't expect you to have such a warm and welcoming house.” Spider- Woman said as she sat down on the counter while crossing her arms, a joking tone evident in her voice.

“ First of all, who said we didn’t hide the knife collection in the guest bedroom. Plus dad studied interior design” she said sarcastically, while moving Spider–Woman’s legs off the counter.

“Really?!” She exclaimed excitedly jumping off the counter. Y/n rolled her eyes, while shaking her head annoyed out of her mind.

“No! Why the hell would he study that? Now let’s just cut to the chase. Listen, I really don’t give a damn of what you’re going to say or do. I’ve known you for years now and I know all your moves, I do something you think is “bad” then you confront me about it and put on your little show “taking me down” and blah blah blah. Today the last thing I want to do is deal with your shit. So, I believe you know the exit, it’s the same one you came in. Now do me a favor and leave.” She said getting face to face with her and pointing at her chest several times.

“Explain to me what did you expect to happen when you decided to fuck around the city? A kiss and praise?” She asked while putting her head to the side inspecting her up and down. Her eyes ending on top of her also covered eyes.

“Well, I can assure you, I expected more than a kiss” Y/n responded without breaking the “stare down” getting closer towards her.

“You do know I can take you down right now?” Spiderwoman said in a low voice making Y/n let out a chuckle.

“You don’t even stand a chance” Y/n replied with a smirk leaning her hand on the wall behind Spider-Woman trapping her against the wall.

“Wanna bet?” She asked while getting inches closer to her, their foreheads almost touching.

“ I would like to see you t…” Her voice got cut by Spider-Woman pinning her up against the wall, her breathing getting unsteady from the harsh impact on her back. She pinned Y/n’s arms against the wall, making her groan angrily.

“I like having you gasping for air, makes me proud that I’m doing my job right”

“ Are you sure about that?” She said while kicking her in the knees making her fall straight towards the ground. Y/n took the opportunity and straddled her pushing her head towards the floor in an attempt to keep her down.

“You know, I like the new changes to your suit, helps the evilness shine out”

“Makes me glow even more now that I’m winning” she said with a small smirk, making Spider-Woman groan. They both knew she could move at any time, Y/n knew it, Hazel knew it. Y/n believe Spider-Woman never “busted” her because she liked having her around. She wouldn’t deny she had fun messing with her too, it actually made her day. Moments like this made her keep waiting to do her dad’s dirty work, because her dirty work also included Spider-Woman.

“Got lost in my beauty?” Spider-Woman asked while attempting to raise her head from the floor. Y/n pushed her down one again letting out a scoff.

“Possibly. Now your time is up, get out. It’s time to go” Y/n said while getting up, Spider-Woman quickly followed her actions and got up, standing dangerously close.

“That soon? I thought we were having fun?” Spider-Woman replied in a whiney voice following Y/n.

“We were but I have things to do and places to be so how about you be a good girl and leave ” she said while putting her hand on her cheek and tapping it softly.

Hazel felt it. Like some source of power told her to leave, so she did. But not before doing the thing she had originally come here to do.

“Don’t miss me too much” Spider- Woman grins as she shoots her spider webs sticking her hands on the counter. With ease she headed towards the freezer placing the bag of pees on her foot. “Same time next week?” She continued while taking the stash Y/n had stolen the past week. Shewaving the bag in the air and slipped out of the window. Y/n slammed her head against the counter pissed out of her mind but her eyes quickly adverted to her phone, which continuously vibrated next to her.

“Dad is so going to kill me” Y/n slammed her head against the counter pissed out of her mind but her eyes quickly adverted to her phone, which continuously vibrated next to her. Before she could even attempt to see who was texting her due to the fact that her hands were glued onto the table her dad stumbled in a cynical look on his face.

“What the hell dad ?!” She exclaimed, scared shitless at his sudden appearance.

“You have to be alert, pumpkin. You can’t expect the good guys to give you a heads up before killing you” her dad responded in a bored tone while taking a mug and placing it in front of her. He took a look at her as he sat down on the stool in front of her making himself comfortable while Y/n stayed still looking at the mug. Why was he being nice? What did she do? Was he going to kill her? How did he find out about spiderman so quickly?

“I thought you said, you weren’t going to be here today” She responded awkwardly shifting side to side. Her gaze turned to everywhere but her dad. while sitting down on the couch she brought the coffee towards her lips but was met with nothing.

“Well I thought so too. I wanted to enjoy my time in the lab but I saw through the security cameras you were almost kissing Spider Woman and decided it was time for me to come back.” He said while taking the mug in his hand while taking a sip.

“Oh, please dad. We weren’t flirting with each other. We are literal arch nemesis, I can’t stand her. How could I even flirt with her? ” Y/n muttered while looking at the sticky mess in her hands attempting to take it off.

“Didn’t you have a crush on someone from your school? Mabel?” Her dad replied, placing the mug down. Y/n could feel her face turn red as she looked towards.

“It’s Haze..You know what it’s not important. That clearly isn’t the reason you’re here so please go on and tell me. What was the big plan you had for us?”

“We are going to kill Spider Woman” He responded nonchalantly while looking around the house.

“What?” Y/n looked at him in shock, she had never killed anyone in her life. She wasn’t that type of criminal barely reaching that high of a crime in their crime schemes.

“But before we do that I need your help” He responded shortly, looking at his daughter. Y/n let out a sigh turning to look at him.

“You always do, dad”

“I want you to find her real identity. Find it, become her friend, gain her trust and bring her to me so I can kill her. You’ll become the greatest sidekick known to mankind” He said while standing up from the chair.

“I’m not your sidekick,” She muttered. “And to prove it, I’m taking this week off. I’m busy with school” Y/n replied as she watched her dad walk towards the door.

“Well, when you come back you better find who’s Spider- Woman” he replied before slamming the door, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

“How’s your day? Did you enjoy school? Did you eat?” She said to herself as she imitated her dads voice.

She didn’t know what her dad’s fascination with Spider-Woman was. But part of her wanted to find out who she was and uncover it. She would get all the rep around the city for revealing her identity . Y/n L/n was going to uncover who she was even if it was the death of her. Her dad would be her sidekick. If Spider-Woman died it was going to be in her hands, that's for sure.

Before she could even finish fantasizing over killing Spider-Woman her phone vibrated once again making her turn towards it, reading the flashing messages.

Hazel:

Sorry for bothering you so late. But just wanted to know if you still want to do the project together. If not I can do both parts together, it’s no problem.

Hazel:

By the way, it’s Hazel.

part one

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yuniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie · 5 months ago

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Motel , (1/1)

Norman was only ever my colleague starting to work in the bates motel with him ever since i lost my job, i always found him to be a sweet guy, he always made my day even if he was strange.

Y/n’s eyes roamed over the motel and it’s lobby. “Shift today,” she mumbled to herself, “Y/n?” I heard Norman, i turned around and smiled at the male. “Good morning Norman.” I politely greeted, he smiled back just as, “We have the same duty for today.”

I looked up at Norman, nodding at the dark haired man, wrapping my apron around me when we made it downstairs. “It’s fun making coffee for a bunch of people, hopefully i don’t burn my hand.” I chuckled softly, easing any unwanted awkward tension between us both.

I recalled the day i first met Norman before when he let me into the motel being in the shivering cold, only to end up working here with Norman ever since.

“You know - i ran the motel alone for a long while..” Norman spoke, it made you feel a bit bad. No one liked being lonely after all. “Why? Is it because it’s a bit far from town or..?” “No not - that.” He muttered, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck as he thought, “You know i just really wnjoy your company.” I felt a bit shy as he stated, i tucked my bangs behind my ears. “You do?” Y/n spoke.

He nodded softly, confirming her and his words reassuring. He looked down, he felt embarassed. But he’d wanted to confess to her. Badly, but he never had a chance to do that. Ever. Not with how much stayers here or visitors flirted with her all the time made his blood boil, it took out alot from him not to attack them afterwards. But she’d only think he was a monster, and he loved y/n. He didn’t her to be scared of him. No, they were supposed to be in love.

It was how it worked in his own mind,”Hey,” One of the people who stayed here showed up to the counter. By then orders began to fill up both Norman and Y/n,

He was so absent minded he bumped into another person, “i’m so sorry -“ “What the fuck is your problem?!” The man groaned loudly, clearly impolite.

The curse had alot turn to stare, y/n staring herself. “What’s going on here?” She placed down the tray and walked over to be beside Norman. “What the hell is your problem, you’re really impolite.” Y/n quipped quickly, stepping up to the rude man. “It isn’t my fault for this loser not watching where he’s going bitch-“

The man exclaimed. His hand tightening around her wrist, her eyes grew frantic. Norman clenched his fists in anger, “Let her go.” The man turned around, Norman reached into his pocket slowly, his hand shook. He couldn’t do this. Not infront of her

“What are you going to do about it then, boy?” The man bellowed twice, making norman’s anger rise more, your wrist was red from the man’s harsh grip. Norman pulled you over to him, the man leaving the place angrily,

“Y/n..” Norman mumbled quietly, looking at her. Seeing her slight tear in her eye, “I’m sorry. I can close up the Motel for today,” She looked up at him, anxiety was built up in her. She held herself, “It’s okay norm, really.” She mumbled her own nickname for her male co-worker,

He walked over back to her room though,”Y/n?” He called out for her quietly in midst of the night.

“Norman?” She opened the door, looking at him. Rubbing her eyes, “What’s wrong?” “I closed up the motel for a few days, i wanted us to rest and- i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go with me tomorrow so we could have like a picnic, to makeup for today?”

It made her confused why he ever wanted to makeup, it was that dick’s fault. Not his, she smiled though. “That’s fine.”

It neared her bedtime though, Norman studied y/n ever since the day she got here. He knew the dainty female was the only one genuinely ever kind with him, but his obsession with her grew by day since she was here, it was beyond him whenever she explained to him how much guys dumped her all the time when she had the beauty of a model to him in his eyes and perspective with gentleness of a feather she was his own angel. His own nickname for her, Angel.

But he still had something to be taken care of before he would go out with her, making his way upstairs, he hidden what was in his pocket, not yet out. Not yet, his face wiped off any emotions. With the key to all the rooms, he picked the door open. His eyes landing onto the disgusting man who hurt his y/n.

Of course, he would always murder someone; the body gets found. No one ever suspected him, he knew this was probably going to cause a smell like all the time due to the rotting corpse.

Making his way near the bed. The man woke up with a loud ear piercing scream that shook the walls of the room. It was too late, blood oozed out of the man’s neck, coming out the mouth, “You hurt her,” Norman gritted out, his knife jabbing into the man’s stomach. Making him choke on his own blood, “You HURT her!” The knife twisted into the stomach, reaching the insides, Norman twisted the knife even further and left a big gash. For a list time the knife lodged into the man’s cut open stomach, Norman shoved the knife back into his back pocket, clicking his tongue at the dead man across him.

He made his way back downstairs anyways, his eyes widening and his form freezing halfway when he spotted Y/n walking alone down to her room after presumably getting herself some water, he ran back into his own room, disposing the murder weapon and clothes before getting into the shower, shaking, he saw his hands. The adrenaline in him was calming slowly, the events of today,

“Norman?” I mumbled, opening my eyes to spot his all too familiar figure by the door holding something behind his back, “Y/n.” He completely forgotten about the picnic anyways, he only wanted to be with her. “Why are you here so early- i..?” Norman only got closer to the bed.

“I just wanted to talk to you,” He glowered a bit, “It’s just about um - well.” The irritating sound of a phone ring pierced both you and him. It was your sister.

“I’m so sorry - i’ll talk to you in the lobby in a second. - hello?” You held the phone up to your ear, unaware of the disappointed Norman.

“It’s been a while y/n, where are you though? I miss you sis.” It was always her own way of talking, i smiled, “I’m at the motel,” “Oh, don’t tell me that shady one too?”

I clicked my tongue softly and grinned. “No, it’s not shady it’s the bates motel.” But she didn’t take it serious, “Is it that boy with the mommy issues, the crazy guy? Or is he your boyfriend?” She mocked.

Her nature had always been a bit hotheaded, unlike you. “He’s a really nice guy, rachel, really!” “Yadda yadda-“ She disnissed. “Mom and dad aren’t here i thought it’s fun i’d stay somewhere before my trip honestly. To that motel, i wanna see you.” The night was going to be a long one, and you didn’t assume Norman thought bad about it, “Norman?” I tapped his shoulder as he put something away. “Y/n?” He uttered, “What’s happened?”

“My sister had been wanting to stay here a bit,” Norman’s face dropped a bit, “I just had hoped you hadn’t mind her coming here. Is it okay?” He nodded hesitantly yet hid it. “I’m fine-“ “Y/n!” Rachel gasped. Hugging you and dropped her luggage all over the floor she startled the Female.

Norman was far from happy. He picked up the dropped luggage, seeing your attention shifting to your sister as you hugged her back and all, he frowned.

“Is this him?” She spoke, looking the dark haired male up and down, “It’s just Norman.” He retorted back, but she had only rolled her eyes. “Sure, do i have a room yet?” “Yeah it’s this way.” Y/n led her kin to the bedroom, soft with her movements.

Norman’s blood boiled every day, every minute it could be exagerated to every second he saw this girl with his y/n. Y/n didn’t have her attention on him anymore because of that impolite incel. And he hated it,

So he waited and waited, waiting. It was only a matter of time before he gripped the same weapon he always used, the pocket knife. “Where’s y/n?” She asked him. Texting someone on her phone, Norman frustradedly tightened his grip on the knife, “It’s all your fault.” And she turned, “What?..” “it’s all because of you!” He raised his voice, hand clenching into a tight fist. “You took her! You stole y/n away from me!” His knife landed into her shoulder, holding her down when she screamed, “I’ll make you pay for this” he grunted. Knife detaching from the shoulder, landing fatally straight into the jugular. Her eyes went wide, blood poured out immensely out the neck after the knife was dragged, screams no longer leaving the lifeless body at all, but this was enough.

But it was wrong, very wrong of him. “Here’s the coffee y/n.” She smiled up at him, sipping it out of the cup quietly, eyes on the counter, feeling a bit weird, “Norman..” Her legs began to numb.

He had the face of a guilty kid, “I’m sorry y/n.” Dread filled her expression, legs aching like hell. Eyes drooping, he drugged her.

Y/n pushed herself up against the railing but fell infront of the door, eyes watering. She cried meekly, hands reaching and tugging against the doorknob, But Norman dangled the keys. She squealed quietly when he flipped her on her back, she saw stars. Not believing Norman would do this, her stomach dropped. Heart sinking, she rested her head against the wooden floor in tears, giving up.

“Shh..” His hand reached into his back pocket. Drugging her yet again, the rag covering her nose, blocking her from inhaling anything but the chloroform. He saw her chubby cheeks, wet with tears.

“It’ll all be okay y/n. I need you with ms.” He broke, “Your mine. Y/n-i can’t let you go..”

“I won’t ever let you go.” He whispered.

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arkhamsrevenge · 1 year ago

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You're hired as an assistant to Harry but now he’s sick so you take the role of home nurse. TW Domestic Abuse, violence, blood and gore

authors note: Hello! If anyone has a request for an Harry Osborn story please comment it down below! Enjoy!

You brushed off your dark grey pants and fixed your blue cardigan. Your hair is already up in a ponytail to keep it out of your face but your curtain bangs frame your face as they were to short to put up but not too long that you’d find them irritating. You walked through the doors of Harry’s bedroom carrying tea with turmeric and vervain. The turmeric for pain relief and the vervain to help him sleep though when his dull eyes met yours it was clear that the tea was helping neither. His face was sunken in, eyes too. He looked like he was already sweating through his t-shirt that you had just laid out for him. The cane was perched next to the desk where he sat. You had been working as Harry’s assistant for about a year and a half. Your job was to make sure everything ran smoothly for Harry. Like making sure he took his meds, ate well and stayed the same. But these days you were more of a nurse since his health started to rapidly decline. His father told you that his treatment rejected his body which was an odd way of putting it but you just felt awful. Norman asked you to come work for him specifically as your boss said you were the hardest worker. You kept your head down and did as you were told. Though your boss was singing your praise, Norman pulled you aside and asked to work for him. You weren't sure as you were actually hiding out from an ex boyfriend of yours. You had a restraining order but he always found where you worked but you kept alluding him by some chance. Working for the Osborns wasn’t actually keeping a low profile.

“I saw your file. If you come to stay with us, no one will ever get to you. I promise.” You were still thinking when your boss pulled you aside.

“It’s a great opportunity for you to make a lot of money in a short amount of time. That boy won’t last long.” That’s when you quit your job and left with Norman to meet Harry. Your boss was always an asshole but to speak about people so unsympathetically made your stomach turn in a very familiar way. Mr. Osborn had you trained as an at home nurse, though you weren’t an actual nurse you still knew how to take care of Harry and that was enough for his father.

“Good Morning Mr. Osborn.” You say cheerily. “I have some tea for you to start then I’ll get your breakfast. Oh and MaryJane is here to see you.” Harry nodded and took his tea with shaky hands. He washed his pills down with it.

“That’s…really good.” He said, almost surprised.

“Did you think I was going to give you something that tastes like wet leaves?” You chuckled and Harry almost smiled when Maryjane entered. You smile and turn to get Harry’s breakfast.

“Hey Jence. What does Harry Osborn usually eat in the mornings?’ You asked, leaning on the counter. The cook turned around and hummed.

“I can do an omelet. Easier to eat.” You nodded and waited as Jence did his thing. “You should eat too, young lady.” You rolled your eyes.

“I ate before I came in this morning.” Jence chuckled.

“One yogurt isn’t breakfast.” He says sliding over a plate with eggs and bacon. “Eat.” You shook your head and finished the plate when the sound of glass shattering made you shoot up. What was that? You quickly made your way to Harry’s room. Upon arriving, you see Harry on the floor, glass surrounding him, his cane out of reach. Maryjane’s shocked eyes trailed the scene in front of her.

“Leave.” Harry whispered yet she didn’t move. “LEAVE NOW!” He roared, making her run out of the room. You made your way over to Harry and took off your cardigan, placing it over the glass nearest to him. He was silent but allowed you to help him stand up by placing both your hands on his arms. You set him on his bed and placed his cane next to him.

“Don’t move.” You say finding a dustpan. While you swept up the glass, Jence came in with his breakfast. He gave it to Harry then grabbed a garbage can to put the glass in.

“Ms. I’ll take care of the rest.” He says walking away to dispose of the glass. You turned to Harry who was still on the bed, his breakfast at his side, staring into space. You kneel down in front of him.

“Mr. Osborn?” You ask quietly. Harry’s eyes slowly make their way to yours. “It’s ok. I can call the window repair man right away to fix this.” You were surprised when Harry treated you like a human around the son. With Norman’s reputation you assumed Harry was just some spoiled brat who would make ridiculous demands all day. But you were surprised when he would hold the door for you when you first started, when he pushed chairs out of your way or when he would make you breakfast if you were up late taking care of the house. It’s breaking your heart to see him like this.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. You shook your head and handed him his breakfast.

“It’s not a big deal. Eat please. I’ll take care of everything else.” You said standing up and walking out.

“Thank you.” He called. You turned to him, still seeing his back but he was peeking over it.

“Of course Mr. Osborn.” You say as you start to close the door.

“Mr. Osborn is my father.” He chuckled slightly. Your eyebrows furrowed. “Mr. Osborn is my father. Call me Harry.” You opened your mouth to protest. “Please.” He asks quietly. “I’ve known you for a year and a half. Mr. Osborn seems a little too formal.” You nodded.

“Ok then, uh I’ll see you later…Harry.” You say mirroring his small smile and closing the door.

It was about six pm when you were on your way to give Harry his dinner, chicken soup with biscuits.

When you knocked again only to hear a faint.

“Come in.” You did so and saw Harry sitting at his desk.

“Good evening Mr. uh Harry sorry old habits.” He nodded, eyes dropping. “I have your dinner and I made more tea if you want it.” You say placing the tray down. You see his hands, shakier than this morning go for the spoon but hesitates. “Harry.” You started. “Would you, and you can say no, would you like me to help you.” Harry stops reaching completely and looks up at you, his eyes emanating anger and pain. “I’m sorry if I overstepped.” You say quietly backing up. Harry grabbed your wrist. His hands were frozen, so cold it made you gasp and hold your hand on top of his.

“Sorry…cold hands, bad blood flow ya know?” You knelt down again and took his other hand in between yours and started to rub them to try and get the blood flowing again. You both were sitting in silence when Harry spoke again. “Yes.” You looked up wondering why he had said that only realizing that he was answering your question. You nodded and took a seat in front of him. Carefully you picked up the spoon, dipped it into the soup and held the spoon up to Harry’s lips. He blew on it and opened his mouth. The warm liquid seemed to bring some color back in his face. “Damn Jence never disappoints.” He chuckles. “I hope my dad is paying him well. You too. You’re what? My age?” You nod and still continue to feed him. Harry ate a little more until he signaled he was done. “That’s all I can stomach right now.” He huffs. You take a minute to make sure he doesn’t throw up anything. Dr. Connors has been informing you on what to look for. “Why are you here?” Harry finally asked. You were taken aback b y the question.

“I-I’m-huh?” Harry’s eyes were now burning through you.

“Why are you here? You’re my age, you should be out on the town with friends. Going to Coney Island yucking it up. You should be traveling the world, going to trade school or college, something other than tending to a dying man.” Harry was out of breath more than usual after he finished. You sat with him, confusion all over your face.

“You know,” You started, “no one says ‘yucking it up’ anymore right?” And he laughed. A real laugh not a small huff and chuckle, a real wholesome laugh. You were proud of yourself until he started coughing. Then you handed him some water which he gratefully chugged. Once he was breathing normally again he looked up at you.

“Thanks. I needed that.” You smile at him.

“Nice to hear you laugh.” You started getting up and gathering the dishes. “I’ll bring you more tea in a little bit.” You said, collecting the bowl of soup and spoon. Harry stood up rather quickly, making you jump.

“I’ll get the door for yo-” He started to say until he lost his balance and was going down. Out of instinct you abandoned the bowl and grabbed him before he hit the ground. The bowl shattered around you knees as you were able to catch Harry before his hit the ground. Norman Osborn soon burst into the room concern written all over his face but relief replaced it when he saw you holding up his son, porcelain digging into your knees yet your focus was only on Harry.

“I’m so sorry!” Harry exclaimed but you brushed it off. Norman helped Harry back to his bed and sat him down.

“How bad?” Norman asked.

“Stitches not needed.” You replied pulling small pieces of porcelain from you knees. “Just need them disinfected.” Your matter-of-fact tone was worrying to Harry but not to Norman. He knew you’d been through much worse. Harry seemed to pick up that there was something his father was hiding from him about you but it alluded him.

“Dr. Connors is on his way up. He’ll take a look at them.” And as his name was invoked Dr. Connors came in and surveyed the room.

“Her first.” Harry said pointing to you. “She’s bleeding.” You made eye contact with Conners as if to say ‘I’m fine’ take care of your employer. “I mean it! Her knees are bleeding cause she mad sure I didn’t fall. Check-”

“Take a deep breath.” You say. “You’re getting to worked up, it’s ok. I’m not gushing blood. Just a few scratches.’

“Alright son.” Norman said softly. “Connors.” He directed. Dr. Connors looked over your knees, making sure to block Harry’s vision. You remove your hands to reveal a cut, a little too deep in your knee cap. Dr. Connors shifted and put pressure on it.

“Not too bad. You do not need stitches though. But I’m going to wrap it.” You nodded and allowed him to do so. Once you were done, you waited as Dr. Connors checked out Harry.

“I stood up too fast, that's all.” He mumbles. Dr. Connors checks his blood pressure, heart rate, body temperature etc until he was satisfied Harry didn’t experience an episode of any kind.

“Ok. I recommend you get some rest.” Connors said standing up. You did as well putting pressure on your leg made it scream but you swallowed it. Not wanting to make Harry upset again. Once both you and Dr. Connors were outside Harry’s room, he gave you some pain pills.

“You get some rest too Ms. That will hurt more in the morning.” You opened your mouth to protest. “I will have Jence drink Mr. Osborn his tea with vervain and turmeric.” Dr. Connors answers. You close your mouth.

“Ok. Thank you Dr. Connors. Goodnight.”

Everything had gone wrong. Harry was missing. He disappeared a could days ago. You didn’t know what was happening. Norman Osborn put you up in a small apartment with top notch security and told you only leave if you have to. A new creature was attacking the city and somehow THAT WAS NOT YOUR CONCERN AT THE MOMENT. You were running through the streets of Queens trying to make it back to your apartment. Because he had found you. You heard footsteps barreling towards you as you flew up the stairs and unlocked the door. You pressed all your body weight against it as you tried to lock it but the person on the other side was slamming their weight into it as well.

“FUCKING BITCH! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET AWAY FROM ME? YOUR MINE!” The voice roared as you struggled to keep the door from opening but it was all in vain. The weight on the door was too much and pushed you backward. You crawled to grab the bat you kept near the door and started to swing. “FUCK YOU! YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU COULD HIDE FROM ME? YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU NEVER WENT TO THE POLICE! SAYING I FUCKING BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU! WELL THAT’S GOING TO LOOK LIKE NOTHING COMPARED WHAT I’M ABOUT TO DO!” Your ex screamed as he came into you apartment.

“GET AWAY!” You screamed as you swung the metal bat over and over again until he caught it. Your blood froze and he slammed the bat into your head knocking you to the ground.

“Aww sweetheart, you bumped your head.” He taunts as you struggle to get away trying to see straight. He comes closer and closer laughing as you get up and run to the bedroom. He’s hot on your tail and grabs hold of your hair yanking you back. You cry out and hold your hair trying to ease the pain. “What to do with you now.” He sneered, his breath reeked of alcohol as he was close to you . He then pulled his fist back, you waited for his first blow to come until the sound of glass shattering stopped him in his tracks. Was someone here? You never disarmed the silent alarm so that means someone has come for you. The police? Hopefully Spiderman? Either one of them.

“Fuck off. I’m not in the mood, bastard.” Your ex yelled. Movement was heard in the living room.

“HELP!” You screamed only to get backhanded to the wall by your ex. Your cheek stung, your head was pounding.

“SHUT UP!” You cover your face with your arms waiting for the multitude of violence but it never came. Instead you hear a blood curdling scream from your ex. You remove your arms and opened you eyes. A huge…creature, the one from the new, the one that was tearing apart Oscorp was in your apartment. You were so confused because the body was moving like a symbiote. Something theoretical that Dr. Connors had shared with you but why was it so BIG? It’s hand was twisting around your ex. It brought him close to its face then looked at you.

“Close…your…eyes…” Your eyes widened as it spoke but did as you were told and closed your eyes. The sounds of ripping and screams filled your ears. You knew what was happening. That thing was feeding on your ex. Does that mean it will feed on you next? “Open…” The deep voice commanded. You again did so as you were told and came face to face with the creature. The smell of blood was in the air, you should be terrified yet you weren’t.

“Thank you.” You said in a small voice. The creature opened its mouth and its tongue, its very long tongue darted out. You swallow and backed up into a corner as the tongue swipes over your wound on your head. You hiss and flinch back, closing your eyes hoping the creature would just kill you quick. You heard a deep fucking…purring sound(?) emulating in the creature's chest.

“It’s OK.” Your eyes popped open as a familiar voice rang in your ears. You looked at the creature when it started to shrink and revealed the man who you were looking for, Harry Osborn. He knelt down to your level examining you. Words weren’t forming for you. All you could do was look at him. He looked better, his eyes were brighter, his face wasn’t sunken in. He looked healthy. “Jackass, should’ve killed him when I got Venom back.”

“Venom?” You whispered finally. “Is that what…they're called?” Harry nodded, taking your face in his hands now feeling so warm, and slowly turning your head to see your cheek, now forming a bruise.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” Harry mumbles. “He won’t touch you ever again.” He says helping you stand only to see your knees shaking from everything that had happened. Without hesitation, Harry scooped you up with ease. Your eyes widened every more. This…Venom thing must be what was making Harry feel better in the first place but he got lost somehow. “I know this is a lot but I’ll explain everything. I promise you though, no one will hurt you again. We will make sure of that.” Harry said as he transformed into Venom and carried you away.

#ps5 harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #harry osborn #ps5 spiderman #spider man 2 ps5 #marvels spider man 2 #insominac

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arotheosis · 14 days ago

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Every time I rewatch the scenes between Skip and Prilbus in ASO I think about how fucked up it is that Prilbus never wanted a son, he just wanted someone who could carry his genetic line so that he could have the status of contributing to their evolution without any of the sacrifice.

And while their story and the bullshit plan of the “giant slug to eat the universe” was very much played so silly, there was always this depth in the little things about how Skip was treated that reveal a lot of things about him.

When they talk about the hosts Skip had before Norman, they specify that he resided in host bodies with no capacity for language, with the last body he had before being frozen in space being described as “livestock”. It’s such a tiny detail and yet that is exactly what Skip was. Livestock for his father to sacrifice to fulfill this Mentaphagian legend that no one knew if they’d ever even done before. And Skip being kept in bodies that could not speak meant that his father had a greater ability to control him. He could presumably only speak or be spoken to when other slugs with greater ability for movement initiated their psychic type of conversation.

In a way that might have been why, even though he didn’t understand it at first, Skip began to realize that the way his House was taking the full autonomy of their hosts was wrong. He himself had very little autonomy for most of his life even before getting frozen in space robbed his consciousness from him.

I mean your life has to be really fucking shitty if you can feel yourself freezing in the void of space and all you can think is that you are glad the responsibility of your House is going to be taken from you.

You can see a lot of how his mistreatment affected him in his growth with the crew, the way he immediately defers to Margaret because “she’s important”, and agrees to everything they ask for the sake of his own survival.

And yet when he gets comfortable with them he starts to realize what a family actually is supposed to be. Margaret isn’t his superior, they’re co-owners. He asks to see Gunnie as a son and treats him with the respect and care that the title actually implies: asking if he’s okay, guiding him on how to fly the ship, but never treating him as lesser. They’re co-pilots. And in the end so is Norman, too.

In a sense, it’s part of why I like the fact that him taking over Norman was so messy from an ethical standpoint, because he had to get over how he himself was taught and treated in order to realize what a better way forward was.

#feeling insane over a goddamn slug lately #dimension 20 #a starstruck odyssey #d20 aso #d20 starstruck #starstruck odyssey #norman skip takamori #skip aso #norman takamori #skip takamori

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5ugarand5pice · 2 years ago

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Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve

(can we pretend it says silverstone instead of melbourne thank you)

Part 1: Dear Reader | Part 2: Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve | Part 3: coming soon

pairing: driver! reader x f1 grid

inspired by: Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve by Taylor Swift (ik the song is unrelated but if anyone wants to cry over the possible Taylor and Joe split, my dms are open)

a/n: a couple months late but you asked and now you shall receive! thank you so much for all the love for Dear Reader, it means the world to me 🥹🤍 super sorry for going ghost (went thru a breakup, cried over a 🤢boy🤢 and tried to get my shit together) but i’m all good now and better than ever! definitely in my reputation era which means y/n will be too... soon. anyways, hope you like this and sending everyone hugs esp after the shitshow that was the aus gp (justice for carlos!!)

warning/s: a bit sad??? longer than i expected it would be but yes

If you would've blinked then I would've Looked away at the first glance If you tasted poison, you could've Spit me out at the first chance And if I was some paint, did it splatter On a promising grown man? And if I was a child, did it matter If you got to wash your hands?

The rest of your time in Monaco was spent coordinating with your team on possible moves forward in F1. Come Tuesday morning, you and Abi were on the way to your home country, a half-assed plan and bundle of nerves in your hands.

“It’ll be alright. You’ve got a kickass mom who’ll drag Christian’s ass to court and back if she has to and you also have me. You know I got your back— even if it means breaking a law or two.” Abi says, squeezing your hand twice as you make your way to your family home.

“For legal reasons, that was a joke.” you chuckle.

“Please, I’ll even help you bury the body.” your mom replies, giving you a small wink from the driver's seat.

You shake your head as you smile, the familiarity of the scenery as well as the playful conversations with your mom and Abi bring you a sense of comfort you had missed. It’s good to be home.

When your mom had pulled up to the driveway, your grandparents were already waiting by the door, a small banner written “welcome back home girls!” in your Nana’s penmanship.

“I missed you guys so much.” you almost cry out as you reach in for a hug.

“Our little racer isn’t so little anymore.” Nana coos.

“We watched your race in Austria, sweetheart. Almost forgot how much of a softie you actually are when I saw you drive.” Papa teases.

“Don’t tell outsiders that she’s a softie, we have a reputation to uphold over here.” Abi pipes, tone going high as she struggles with her bag.

“As if everyone doesn’t know that she’s a softie.” Nana says as she rolls her eyes affectionately.

You all chuckle as you finally make your way inside, Nana noting that she would have supper set up at 6pm.

The rest of the afternoon was spent settling in your respective rooms. Wandering around as you take in your surroundings, a picture frame on your dresser catches your attention.

The 2017 British Grand Prix.

Oh, God. If only you knew.

Oh, oh All I used to do was pray Would've, could've, should've If you'd never looked my way

You placed third at the Formula 2 British Grand Prix. Ahead of you was Charles Leclerc and your teammate, Norman Nato, respectively.

“You know, if he weren’t so cute, I would definitely be screaming at him for overtaking you like that.” Abi mutters as she hands you a towel.

“Please, we both know you’d probably use that as an excuse to make a move.” you playfully scoff as you wipe your face.

“I would,” she shrugs, “but I’m rooting for your enemies to lovers love story”.

“Oh, Abi.” you sigh, “Where did you get that idea?”

“Please, you’ve seen the way he looks when you pass by.” she giggles as she mocks what you assume were lovestruck eyes.

“Quit it. He doesn’t like me like that. He just” you pause, “has that charm.”

“Sure,” she grins, “but when you guys end up together, I’ll be mentioning this moment in my Maid of Honor speech.”

Before you can protest, Kenny Kirwan, your team manager, clears his throat behind you.

“Y/n, Abi, I’d like to introduce you to Christian Horner, the team principal of Red Bull Racing.” he tilts his head to his right.

“Christian, This is Y/n, this is our driver I’ve been telling you about. We’re lucky to have her in our team.” he continues, his smile faltering as you remain stoic.

“Hi. I’m Abi. Her social media manager and best friend.” Abi speaks up, breaking the awkward silence. She extends her hand, eyes darting between the two of you.

“Nice to meet you.” he grins, shaking her hand. “Congrats on second, by the way. I’m so proud of you.” he looks at you, engulfing you in what you suspect was one of those weird man clap hugs.

“Oh! Uh, thank you.” you smile, immediately pulling away. “I didn’t think you would watch my races.”

“I try to. You’ve been progressing well.” he comments.

“Planning to win the championship, so, you know, gotta get those points.” you reply, shifting your weight between your legs.

“You can do it. You are your father’s daughter after all.” he smirks.

“Uhuh.” you wince.

Kenny does his best to ease the tension, raving about how he discovered your talent and how much potential you have to further in Formula 1.

“Well, it’s been lovely catching up with you but we really have to go. We promised Lorelei we’d be home before late to celebrate.” Abi interrupts.

“Oh! Of course.” he smiles awkwardly. “Um, before you go, maybe you’d want to go to the race tomorrow? I’d love to have you as my guest.”

“Sure. I’d like that. Abi’s my plus one.” you reply. “If that’s okay.” you quickly add, to which he smiles.

“Of course. Well, I’ll go ahead. Gotta get ready for FP3 and quali. You still have the same number?” Christian asks.

All you do is nod as he walks away, a dumbfounded Kenny following suit.

“Wait ‘til your mom hears about this.” Abi breaks you out of your trance, yanking your arm to lead you to your room.

I would've stayed on my knees And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil At nineteen And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts Memories feel like weapons And now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering

As it turns out, Formula 1 had a completely different vibe from Formula 2; the screams were louder, the air was hotter and everyone seemed more tense. However, no one was as tense as you.

“I don’t know Abi.” you sigh, your hands gripping the wheel. “What if it’s worse than yesterday?” you turn to look at her.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” she asks, eyes trained on the mirror as she applies yet another layer of lip gloss.

“His wife can hate me. I get run over. I run over someone. I make a fool out of myself in the paddock. I unintentionally ruin my chances of ever becoming a Formula 1 driver which will then stop me from achieving my dream of becoming a Formula 1 World Champion.” your grip tightening as you ramble on.

Abi glances at your hands, sensing that you were about to slip into one of your spirals. She immediately grabs a hold of those and squeezes twice. Breathe In.

“She’ll love you. You won’t be on the track. You won’t be driving. You can always apologize and flash your adorable smile. I won’t let you ruin your chances. You will become a formula 1 driver. You will become world champion. It’s going to be fun, trust me” her hands squeezing yours twice again. Breathe Out.

“Fuck it. Okay. Let’s do this.” you mutter, quickly closing your windows and stepping out of your car.

The two of you pass through the gates, feeling a bit out of place and out of your element as a guest. Christian gave the two of you a tour of the Red Bull hospitality, introducing you to the crew while at it. Although they all seemed nice, your stomach churned every time surprise would flash their face when Christian introduced you as his daughter.

When time was nearing the race, he excused himself to look for his drivers. Abi left as well, muttering something about finding the ladies’ room. That left you standing alone in a corner of the garage, too shy to add on to the hustle and bustle of the race day.

“You look lonely, want some company?” you hear a voice to your right.

“Oh! Um, sure. If you want.” you reply, flustered.

“Okay.” he heartily laughs, “So, are you here for a sponsor or something?” he asks.

“A personal guest? I think.” you chuckle, “It’s complicated.”

“Well, complicated, nice to meet you. I’m Daniel.” he grins, offering you his hand to shake.

“I actually know who you are.” you smile back as you shake his hand, “Not that I stalk you or anything! I’ve watched a few of your races.”

“I’m a driver too. Well, currently in Formula 2.” you continue, embarrassment tinging your cheeks, “Y/n y/l/n”.

“Oh no, more young drivers!” he dramatically gasps, “Another reminder that I’m aging.”

“You don’t look a day over 70!” you joke, face immediately paling when you realize what you just said. “Oh God! I’m so-”, your apology cut off by Daniel's laughter.

“Oh, I like you. You’re funny.” he breathily sighs. “We can be friends now.”

“So sense of humor is part of your friendship checklist?” you tease, mentally thanking whichever angel God sent you. “Sadly you didn’t tick that box on mine.”

“Okay,” he pouts his lips. “Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?” you roll your eyes.

“Chickens.”

“Chickens who?”

“Enkkk.” he voices out, mimicking a buzzer. “Owls hoot, chickens cluck.”

You purse your lips. “A for effort. We should be friends so we can work on your sense of humor, grandpa.”

Daniel scoffs and places his hands on his chest, feigning hurt.

“Daniel!” someone hollers. “Mate, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Damn it.” Daniel chuckles. “I really thought I was gonna win at hide and seek this week.”

“Christian says we have to go over some notes before the race” he goes on, clueless to your presence.

“Well, it seems I have to bid you adieu.” Daniel turns to you, bowing to add to your amusement. “Till next time, mademoiselle.”

Daniel leaves, heading to what you guess is their meeting room. The stranger follows him, sending you a sheepish smile, presumably his form of apology for interrupting your conversation. You wave him off with a smile, shouting a quick “Good luck!” as they pass.

If you never touched me, I would've Gone along with the righteous If I never blushed, then they could've Never whispered about this And if you never saved me from boredom I could've gone on as I was But, Lord, you made me feel important And then you tried to erase us

Despite both of the Red Bulls not being able to set foot on the podium, the garage still celebrated points; P4 for Daniel and P5 for his teammate, Max. Daniel, being Mister Congeniality, insisted (quite ruthlessly) that you come to the afterparty. This is how you and Abi ended up back in your room, flipping out over outfit options.

“I think we need to find you the perfect ensemble that screams I’m classy but I can be a slut if I want to.” Abi shouts from inside your closet, another batch of dresses being thrown towards the growing pile on the floor.

“I can’t look like a slut, Abi. My father might be there.” You mutter, setting up your makeup at the vanity.

As much as it bothered you, you knew better than to try to clean while Abi rummaged through your clothes. She once gave you an earful, going on about how messy people are creative geniuses. Thus, the artist shall not be disturbed.

“We’re trying to attract a driver and a driver’s seat, not your father. ” she gags, head peeking out of the closet. “Have you seen the way that Max guy looked at you?”.

“No, because I’m not looking at him.” you turn away. “Besides, I thought you were rooting for a certain Monegasque.”

“I am, but it's rude to disregard other contenders.” she shrugs, passing you a little black dress. “I think this is it. Max will definitely keep his eyes on you tonight.”

Just as always, Abi was right. When you had finally arrived at the pub, Max immediately spotted you, nudging Daniel towards your direction.

“Glad you can make it, mademoiselle.” Daniel greets you, reenacting his bow from earlier that day.

“Good evening, Sire.” you curtsy in response.

“May I escort thee to thy party chambers?” he continues his act, mimicking a posh accent you’ve mostly heard in period dramas.

“I’d be most delighted, o good Sir.” you nod, locking arms with him and Abi with the other. “I’d like to introduce my companion. Sir Daniel, meet Lady Abigail.”

“Delighted to make your acquaintance, Lady Abigail.” he waves with his free hand.

“You guys are crazy.” Abi snorts. “But likewise, Sir Daniel.”

He leads the two of you to a booth, excusing himself to get the two of you a drink. Max was still seated at the same spot, nursing a half empty bottle of beer.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your conversation with Daniel before the race and for not introducing myself then.” he sheepishly smiles at you. “I’m Max.”

“Y/n, and no worries about that. It was a busy time.” you smile back. “This is my friend by the way, Abi.”

“Congrats on P5.” she nods at him, eyes immediately darting back to the crowd.

Before Max could get another word in, Daniel returns with drinks in his hands.

“Three margaritas for the lovely ladies and myself.” he gives a cheeky smile while passing out the drinks. “Another beer for Max.”

The four of you spent the night getting to know each other better. Halfway through your drinks, Daniel excuses himself to mingle with other guests. Abi excuses herself as well, saying she needs to get water but you later catch her wink at you while a guy talks her up at the bar. That bitch (affectionately).

“So, you come to races often?” Max asks, shifting your attention back to him.

“Mostly busy with my own but I watch you guys from time to time.” you smile.

“You race too?” he chokes on his drink.

“Currently in Formula 2, yes.” Handing him a tissue, you chuckle. “I kinda take offense at your shock.”

“Sorry, it’s just that-” he starts off, wiping off his lips. “I think it’s best if you don’t finish that sentence.” you giggle. “So, Max, how long have you been racing?”

“Well, pretty much ever since my dad thought I was old enough to start.” he mutters.

“So, since you were in the womb?” you joke.

“Pretty much.” he laughs. “You?”

“Similar. Got into it because of my dad as well but continued for myself.” you look down and fidget with your rings.

“Anyways,” he clears his throat. “What’s your favorite team?”

“Ferrari.” you grin. “Big Vettel fan here.”

“You were hanging out in the wrong garage then.” he muses. “Any way I can switch you over to my side?”

“I can be convinced,” you tease. “if given enough incentive.”

“How about I convince you over dinner?” he asks.

“Bold ask.” you giggle. “I’d have to think about that.”

Oh, oh You're a crisis of my faith Would've, could've, should've If I'd only played it safe

At that time, it seemed like the world was working in your favor. You had three consecutive podiums in Hungaroring, Spa and Monza. To add to the excitement, all of those races coincided with that of the F1 calendar, giving you more chances to hang out in the Red Bull garages.

The highlight, though, would be Monza. After winning first place, Christian invited you to breakfast to celebrate and “make up for lost time”. Abi, being the perfect balance of tough love and unending support, decided it’d be best for you to go alone, much to your dismay. You paced back and forth in the hallway, making a mental list of things to not bring up. Your thoughts come to a halt when you hear the click of the door, revealing Geri on her way out.

“Y/n! Christian’s inside. You can just head in.” she smiles, hand holding the doorknob.

“Oh, okay.” you breathe out. “Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous.”

“It’s alright.” she chuckles. “He’s nervous too if that’s any consolation.”

“A little.” you giggle. “Um, I hope it’s not an intrusion. Me being here, I mean.”

“That’s nonsense!” she exclaims. “I just thought it’d be better for the two of you to talk things out alone. But, if you’re open to it, I’d love to get to know you better as well.”

“I’d like that.” you exhale. “Well, I think I should head in.”

“Of course.” she laughs, moving towards the lift. Turning around she says, “He’s trying, you know.”

Not knowing what to say, you offer a smile and head inside their room.

“Honey, do you think she’d want more food? Or is this enough?” you hear him shout.

Heading towards the dining area, you chuckle. “She left already. But, if you’re planning to feed the entire grid, maybe we can order more food.”

“Y/n.” he grins. “It’s lovely to see you.”

“You too.” you mutter, taking a seat opposite him.

“So,” he clears his throat. “I saw you win yesterday, congratulations!”

“Thanks.” you beam. “I heard you guys got P2 and P3 for quali. Must be looking forward to this race huh?”

“Quite.” he hands you a plate of waffles. “You still like this, right?”

“You remembered.” you gasp. “Even the strawberries and bananas.”

“I checked with your mom to make sure I got it right.” his cheeks tinges with embarrassment. “Gotta feed next year’s potential F1 driver well.”

“What?” your jaw drops. “Formula 1?”

“I introduced you to Franz Tost for a reason. He told me he’d love to have you in Toro Rosso next year.” he muses. “Maybe after that, you’d be racing for Red Bull.”

“HOLY SHIT!” you scream. “Is this for real?”

“Yes. It is.” he chuckles.

“Wait, who’s leaving?” you pause.

“Well, you’ll be taking Daniil’s seat. Carlos is moving to Renault for the last few races which leaves you, hopefully, and Pierre to complete the team next year.”

“Will they still be racing next year?” you ask.

“Carlos will be with Renault and I’m still unsure about Kvyat.” he says. “So, thoughts?”

“I’d have to discuss it with my team but personally, it’d be an honor.”

If clarity's in death, then why won't this die? Years of tearing down our banners, you and I Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first

You get up from your bed, hands still clutching the picture frame. Based on the dark view outside your window, you assume you overslept, completely missing supper. You tuck the frame in a random drawer. Out of sight, out of mind.

You make your way to the kitchen, moving quietly to not wake anyone else up. You almost scream when you see your grandpa sitting on a barstool, a faint light casting a shadow.

“Why are you up so late?” you clutch your chest, trying to calm your heart.

“Just thinking, you know.” he mutters. “Worrying about you.”

“Oh Pa, I’m alright.” you hug him, taking a seat at his side. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, kiddo.” he breathes out. “I heard you crying earlier. I know you’re not fine.”

You sit there in silence. Although you were raised so open to emotions, you still had trouble expressing your own, worried about worrying others.

“When you had your first accident during your karting days, I freaked out. I almost had your mom pull you out, thinking that the sport was too much for you.” he starts. “Then, on our way to the car, you walked up to me and Nan and said, ‘look Pa! I have battle marks! I can go against the tough ones now!’. You had tears in your eyes and a bruise on your leg and arm, but you looked so happy.”

He grabs both of your hands, rubbing his thumbs across the back. “I knew then I didn’t have to protect you, not because you didn’t need it. God knows I tried my best to do that. But, you didn’t want it. You were so good on your own.”

“Not to be a sexist asshole but there were times when I wished you chose a more common hobby. Ballet, piano, anything that didn’t have a high risk of me losing you.” he breathes out. “It wasn’t just the physical aspect too. I just- I see complete strangers say just cruel things about you and how you started losing bits of yourself.”

“You’ve grown, but I used to be able to still see that little racer in her braids and a goofy smile with a missing tooth. Now, it’s like you turned into this machine. I get that it’s a tough sport but I worry you will lose your heart and spirit.”

“I- ” you sniffle, “I love racing. I know that.”

“I can see myself doing this for the rest of my life but right now I feel so lost.” you continue. “I never would’ve imagined being this close to achieving my dreams and now it’s gone.”

“And it’s silly. Like, I know I have mom. I have you and Nan. Abi too.” you breathe in. “But he should’ve been part of my life as well. He’s not just mom’s friend from college who knocked her up. He’s my father.”

Although your tears start to flow, you continue. “As much as his absence hurt, I still tried. I gave up my childhood and other dreams I had to be here.”

“The worst part of it all was me thinking I finally got what I wanted. That I finally had a dad.” you exhale. “Then he sold my femininity to the world then threw me away.”

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind I regret you all the time I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign I regret you all the time Oh, God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind I regret you all the time I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign

Heading to the track felt like hell, dread filled your stomach and your hands were clammy with sweat. For your sake, Abi had ensured you wouldn’t get any press time and to your surprise, the teams agreed. Thinking about it now, you assume it was to save their dwindling reputation. Although your social battery was at an all time low, you still stopped to interact with your fans on your way to and from the paddock. As genuine as your gratitude was, your smile and thank you’s were visibly forced.

Everyone knew what this race weekend meant to you. You’ve been looking forward to racing in Silverstone, making it your goal of the season to go on the podium at your home race in your dream team. However, that seems like something only possible in an alternate reality. Despite Max’s pleas of you staying in Red Bull, you refused. You didn’t even bother telling him about your shift back to Toro Rosso or that you had moved out of his place. He’ll find out one way or another.

Thankfully, your schedule and distance from their garage minimized your interactions with certain members of the Red Bull team. Nevertheless, keeping true to your promise, you invited Daniel and a couple other drivers to meals in between practices, doing your best to front a “I’m doing better than you think” facade. You even reached out to Alex Albon, making it clear that there is no bad blood between you and that his replacement isn’t something you took personally.

Come Sunday morning, you have grown accustomed to your new (or old) team. Staring at the mirror gave you a sense of deja vu; the bold text of “Red Bull” across your suit mocked you. Wiping off a few stray tears, you can’t help but think about yourself from a year ago and what she would’ve thought about your situation. Would she laugh at the irony or would she cry with you?

You turn around when you hear a faint knock. Abi peeks in, a small smile gracing her face. “It’s almost race time. Are you ready?”

“Fuck no.”

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chasingdreamsonariverbank · 7 months ago

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Carpet Burn

BOBBY X ATHENA

RATING: Age 18+ 🔞🔞🔞🔞

Words: 1,6k

CW: pwp, blowjob, sex, carpet burn, no plot, just porn SMUT... this isn't edited

SUMMARY: This is my rendition of what happened when Bathena went to the cabin after dancing and having dinner with Norman and Lola. Athena takes Bobby's offer of staying in the room.

Athena was annoyed.

She felt bad that her husband was getting the brunt of her moodiness, but she couldn’t shake this feeling. There was this constant niggling in the back of her head that she couldn’t shake. It didn’t help that she was on this godforsaken ship, actually, now that she thought about it; It was this damn ship that made her feel like her skin was crawling.

When Bobby had originally come to her with this honeymoon idea, she was happy. They hadn’t had a honeymoon, and lord knows they needed a vacation, especially after the bridge collapse that left Bobby with a painful back. The same back pain that left him spiraling down a bottle all those years ago.

Athena was on high alert.

So, when she dreamt about a childhood memory that she had forgotten, the memories of how that movie made her feel came rushing back like a tidal wave. The heaviness in her chest was severe enough that she felt like a visit to the therapist would help put her mind at ease. Most importantly, she wanted to spend time with her husband, without the burden of fear.

Except, what she got was the dismissal of her feelings, and, if she was being honest with herself, the combination of being on this ship, her husband’s back injury, and being told that her fears were irrational, rubbed Athena the wrong way. The longer she stayed on this ship, the thinner her patience became.

“Ok, I need to know what’s going on?”

Athena turned to look at Bobby who was exiting the bathroom, “I don’t know what you mean”, she responded, she knew exactly what he meant.

“Athena, I know you, even when you think I’m not paying attention, I. know. you!” Bobby sighed, “You’ve been avoiding me since we got on this ship,” he said, exasperated.

“If you know me so well, then you wouldn’t be asking what’s wrong,” she said, removing her jewelry.

Bobby felt his own annoyance bubbling to the surface, “I thought you were doing good, what changed?” he asked.

“Did you hear what that Julian guy said? The weather isn’t looking good Bobby” Athena looked at the ceiling trying to stop her tears from rolling down her face, “This is my worst nightmare, and everyone is making me feel stupid for being worried” she said, trying to avoid eye contact, “I don’t get scared, but this scares me” she continued in a much softer tone.

Bobby walked towards her, kneeling before her and taking both her hands in his. “Babe, I’m sorry. Okay?” he said, trying to get her to look at him, “I should’ve checked in with you, I know this is scary for you, but I just want to make the most of time we have” he continued.

“I know, I’m being silly, that weather warning just got to me a bit”.

Bobby smiled at her, “It’s not silly, I love you so much, I want you to enjoy this trip” he leaned forward to kiss her, taking her full soft lips between his, “Can you please tell me when you are feeling panicked?” he asked.

Athena kissed him, “Yes, I will,” she said against his lips.

“Good. Do you still want to take a midnight stroll with Lola and Norman?” Bobby asked.

Athena sighed dramatically, “Booobbbbby” she wined, “No, I really-- really don’t want to,” she said, trying to straddle him, while he was on his knees.

Bobby laughed, “Then what do you want to do?” he asked, moving to sit more comfortably, to allow her to straddle him.

“Taking you up on your earlier offer,” she said, gently nibbling on his neck and wrapping her lips around the flesh.

Bobby moaned, “Which offer?” he asked, with a smirk on his face.

Athena stopped what she was doing and started to unbutton his shirt, “Where we lock ourselves up in this room” she responded, slipping the shirt off his shoulder, and throwing it across the room.

“Hm, what will we do with all that time, Mrs. Nash”.

“I can think of a few things that require way less clothing,” Athena said with a sparkle in her eye.

His wife gently pushed him till he was flat on his back, moving down his body, she rubbed at the bulge that was forming in his trousers and made work to unbuckle his belt and remove it with his pants. Bobby’s cock sprang out of it’s confines. Athena looked at him through her lashes and wrapped a hand around the base, stroking upward and back down.

“Baby,” Bobby said, begging.

“Hm,” Athena responded wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, slowly lowering her mouth till it hit his pelvis.

It was no easy task; Athena remembered the first time she decided to go down on her husband—then boyfriend. She struggled, Bobby was big, even bigger than Michael, and it took some adjusting to get used to his size, but she was nothing if not determined to please her man.

She bobbed her head to the sounds coming from Bobby’s mouth, his moans encouraging her to go deeper and suck harder. She felt his head hit the back of her throat, and it took everything within her not to tear up and choke. She released his cock from her mouth and licked a stripe from his base up to his frenulum while stroking him.

“Athena, fuck—” he started to say, just as she swallowed him back down.

Bobby grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her in place. While he gently thrust his hips upward. He paid attention to her hands, making sure she wasn’t tapping out. They’ve done this plenty of time's and Bobby knew what she allowed.

Athena moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending a jolt of electricity up to his lower abdomen. He groaned at the feeling and immediately pulled her off. Athena sat on her hunches and used the back of her hand to wipe the saliva from her mouth.

“Fuck, I almost came,” Bobby said with a dopey smile on his face.

Athena leaned down to kiss him, and he could taste the remnants of his pre-cum on her lips, “Why didn’t you?” she asked innocently as though she didn’t just have a mouthful of his cock a second ago.

Bobby tried to stabilize his breathing, “Because I still want to fuck you” he said, grabbing her and flipping her on her back. “This damn dress looks absolutely sinful on you,” he said, hiking the yellow material up until it was bunched around her waist. “I’ve been watching your ass bounce in it the whole day,” he said removing her underwear.

Bobby leaned down to kiss his wife, inserting two fingers into her core. He smiled to himself when he felt how wet she was for him—only him - he barely touched her and knew it was because she went down on him.

Athena moaned into his mouth when she felt him stroking her inner walls, she rotated her hips trying to get closer to him, always needing more of him. If there was one thing Athena always wanted and needed was her man.

“Bobby, baby don’t tease me,” she said, moaning when he removed his fingers and replaced them with something a bit more substantial.

The first thrust hit her G-spot with precision, the feeling made her toes curl, and her hips buck upward, the second thrust was more of a stroke, a gentle caressing of her inner walls. Bobby found a steady rhythm and moved inside her with years of knowledge, knowing exactly when to pick up speed and when to slow down. They’ve done this dance enough times but never got tired of the feel of each other. Bobby buried his face within her neck, smelling her perfume that was now mixed with the sweat of their lovemaking. It was intoxicating. A smell Bobby wished he could bottle up and carry around with him.

“I love you so much, Athena,” he said into the crook of her neck. His thrusts were beginning to be more rapid.

Athena grunted and grabbed onto his arm, “I love you too” she said, kissing him. Pulling his face impossibly closer to hers, “Harder please baby” she begged into his mouth.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, referring to the carpet they were still lying on.

Athena’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, as Bobby thrust deeper into her, “I don’t care, it’s fine” she said, her voice cracking.

Her husband moved to lean on his elbow, using his free hand to place behind her kneecap, hiking her leg higher up, and driving into her with so much force that the smaller woman started to ride up on the carpet, “Fuck yes, Bobby” she said, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Oh fuck, hm” she moaned, biting on her bottom lip, Bobby kissed her shoulder, sucking on the flesh and thrusting into her harder, Athena could feel the beginning of carpet burn on her arms, but she couldn’t be bothered. “I’m gonn—” Athena said, as she felt her whole body tense up, a wave of pleasure washing over her limbs as she felt that familiar and welcoming pull in her lower abdomen.

Above her, she could hear her husband groaning, his cock pulsating inside her as she felt the warm liquid of his release coating her walls. Athena smiled to herself, forgetting her fears about the ship.

“What are you smiling about?” Bobby asked, kissing her all over her body, which was still clothed in her yellow dress.

“You never disappoint,” she said kissing him.

“I’m glad I should have a PhD. in pleasing my wife after 4 years,” he said, pulling out of her.

Athena laughed, “definitely”, she said, while looking at the red on his knees and elbows, “Looks like I’m not the only one with some burns,” she said.

Bobby inspected her back and ass, which was covered in angry red splotches, “Babe, look at this” he said, kissing all the red places.

“It doesn’t hurt, but you can keep kissing me like that”.

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up and I’ll massage some Aloe on it,” Bobby said.

“Isn’t the aloe for your sunburn?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Sunburn, Carpet burn—Same thing” he responded with a chuckle.

Athena swatted him with her hand, “I get the feeling, that aloe will be done before we get to the sunburn part”.

Bobby turned around and beamed at his wife. Lifting her over his shoulder and carrying her to the bathroom, “I like the sound of that” he said.

The End. Thank you for reading

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wenwenbittercake · 2 years ago

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Chapter 9: Comfort, Warmth, Love🍒✨

(TW: slight NSFW, violence, kidnapping, older man, Stockholm Syndrome.)

The clock ticks and minutes pass. No clue of Norman around the house. You start to feel anxious with the passing minutes. You wonder what you did wrong. Maybe you were going too fast or you read the situation wrong. Either way, you are left torn with embarrassment after what just happened. You can’t believe yourself that you pushed his buttons that far. You contemplate on what to do next. Times like these when the world goes silent, when there is no comfort or warmth, makes you want to run out of the dam house, far away back to the comfort of your own house, your own room, in your own bed. You start to try sliding your foot off the cuff. The soft clothes that were preventing you from getting hurt helps your efforts. Your feet start to slowly slide off. Finally, your efforts paid off. Your foot went loose from the cuffs. Now, you can finally be set free.

Norman stormed out of the house without thinking. His heart was racing from what happened. What has he done? He wonders himself as his feet carry him to the usual groceries store around the corner. He counted his steps carefully and almost knew the place by hard so it wasn’t hard for him to find it. He went in looking for one thing that can help him drown his guilt. Booze.

He went out of the store grabbing a couple of beers. He walked home thinking to himself how someone like you could ever love someone, not a monster like him? It is apparent that he has fallen quite in love with you over the months. He pushed all of these sinful feelings down into the depth inside him but that kiss brought out everything he tried so hard to forget. He drinks on the patio of his house, trying to drown out the thoughts he had when he heard the clanks of your cuffs. They didn’t sound like the usual sound it made when you move. The suspicions he had earlier started to bubble up and become a reality. No way you’re fooling this old man that easily.

Your heart was pounding like crazy. You grab the door handle of the backyard to open but it was locked. It won’t budge even when you rattle it hard. You have no time. All the windows were barricaded with iron rods, the only choice you have now is the front door that he obviously forgot to lock when Norman stormed out. So, you ran to the front door, the only chance to escape from all of this fucked up mess you wined up into. As you were about to open the door, the door slammed open with force on its own. On the other side, is a sight you dread to see. Norman comes in slow and steady, he slams the door behind him and takes a deep breath.

“Y/N, you almost got me there with that act of yours.”

You are totally fucked. You slowly step back as he tries to close his distance with you.

“Now, you’re going to pay.” He almost grabbed you, but you’re fast. You aren’t so weak anymore. You ran straight upstairs, hoping there might be a window that isn’t barricaded.

Your heart sinks when you realize there aren't any open windows. You didn’t lose hope as there is one room that is closed shut. You can hear Norman’s heavy footsteps climbing up the stairs. You waste no time but throw yourself into that room. You slam the door behind you shut, locking it from the inside. As you enter the room, you realize whose room it was. Pink walls and girlish accessories confirmed that it was Evelyn’s room, before she moved for Uni. Your heart sinks as you realize the window is as barricaded as the other. You drop to the floor, losing all hopes. Maybe death might not be more merciful than living in a cage of a house and feeling all these feelings that you’re too ashamed to admit.

Not long, the door of Evelyn’s room slammed open. Norman didn’t even give you a minute to explain, or maybe there isn’t any explanation needed when he grabs the back of your hair, making you face him. You are on your knees with your hands trying to pry your hair out of Norman’s death grip. Norman’s expression is mixed with anger and betrayal. Your heart breaks everything when you see him like this knowing you are the cause of this. Your heart breaks even though he’s the one who will be the cause of your death.

“After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me? By lying and deceiving me?” He tries to sound threatening but his efforts fail as it only sounds like a man who’s hurt.

“No I wasn’t-“

“Enough!” He pulls your hair harder making you arch your back slightly.

“How long did you plan to deceive me? You really think I’m a fool? You really expect me to believe you to love an old man like me?”

You sob, partly from the pain and partly from the cruel words that come out of his mouth.

“How could you Y/N? After everything we’ve been through. I-I thought you would be different” His voice starts to quiet down. Like a forest fire that died down. His grip on your hair softens. You can’t take seeing him like this. Defeated.

Norman doesn’t want to do this, after building something with you, now you’re just breaking it like nothing. You try to leave him. After everyone he knows leaving him from his life, he thought you would be different. He felt defeated. As his heart was about to go ice cold, a pair of warm arms reached out to him. The warmth of your small arms wraps themselves around his neck, pulling toward you. He can’t help but fall into your embrace.

“I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to escape, I-I was worried because you were taking too long. Besides, you’re blind, and it’s already dark, s-so I thought something bad happened to you.” You can’t believe you could make up bullshit like this on the spot, but it worked.

It worked marvelously. Norman seems to buy what you said. He let out a sigh of relief. Same goes for you. His shoulders untensed under your touch. Everything went silent again, like the moments after a storm everything felt at peace.

Norman’s large hands sooth your back, you didn’t know a gentle touch like this could break you apart so easily. You start breaking down crying your heart out while hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Norman gives comforting rubs on your shoulders and backs ushering apologies. You hold Norman’s face now calm and even apologetic with your soft hands.

“I-I wasn’t lying. I swear. I do love you really.” Norman’s face looks skeptical, almost doubtful at your words.

“How could you say that knowing how I look? I’m old Y/N. I may not be able to fulfill all your needs a young man could do.”

“No, no Norman, you had already given me something no man in this world had given me.”

His eyes look expectantly at your next words.

“Comfort, warmth, Love.”

This word melts Norman’s heart. He realizes you do feel the same way as he does. Since the moment you enter his stone cold heart. All these feelings arise in him, which he thought would never happen.

“And I’m pretty sure you can satisfy all my wants and needs better than any man in this world.”

Norman let out a scoff.

“It is true.”

“How would you be so sure?”

“I don’t know, you show me.” Norman is definitely surprised by these words that came out of your mouth.

You guide Noman to the bed of Evelyn. Do you really plan on sleeping with her dad on her own bed? What would Evelyn say? You wonder. You sat on the bed, slowly untying the ribbon on your cotton dress. He seems to be observing your movement, you know he can sense every moment you make, every breath you take he knows.

He holds your cheeks so gently indifference to what he did a few minutes ago. Kissing you softly, the taste of beer linger in his kiss, his beard tickles your cheeks during the kiss causing you to giggle. Norman didn’t know he would ever hear your giggle after everything. He chuckles and pulls you onto his laps. Holding you close like you might slip out of his hold any time.

“Norman.” You call out softly within your racing heart.

“Yes, love.” You blush at the new nickname you got.

“I want you to see me.” Norman looks at you with a confused look.

“Like this.” You take his hand and guide it along your face.

“I want you to know how I look before you sleep with me.” He gets what you mean, and his hands travel along your face, your hair, your neck, your collarbone.

Memorizing every inch of your body. The heat on the palm of his hands makes knots in your stomach. Burning you to the core.

Next morning, you woke up in Evelyn's bed. Your body is sore from the events last night. An arm holds you tight with your back pressed against Norman. You shift, turning to face him. He looks peaceful in his sleep. His face all relaxes and even snoring a bit. You giggled at yourself. You decided to cuddle up in his arms a bit with your head on his chest. You wonder what would happen in the future as you chose to walk this path. You close your eyes, blinding yourself from reality, drowning yourself more in this false sense of peace.

(Thank you everyone for making this far, this has been quite a journey. I appreciate everyone who has been supporting me till this far. I don’t think I could keep on writing this far if it isn’t for you guys. Till then, see you next time. Adios.)

Chapter👉 1 🍒 2 🍒3 🍒4 🍒5 🍒6 🍒7 🍒8 🍒

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fullscoreshenanigans · 1 month ago

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When do you think each of the fullscore trio realizes their feelings for each other?

Copying from this post but I generally hold these sentiments:

Sometimes I go back and forth on this with Emma realizing it earlier but keeping it to herself so the boys have more time to digest and put a name to their feelings so as not to pressure them. She has a very acute emotional awareness.

…except maybe when it comes to herself, lol. Feel like the comparative obliviousness on the matter is the final roadblock for most of her ships with her Type A personality. If she’s aware of it and knows it’s mutual, it’s so hard to see her not just going for it, especially with these two with how badly they can get stuck in their own heads.

As for when exactly it happens, Ray realizes Emma and Norman are special to him early on, though he doesn't conceptualize that love to the full extent it would eventually become. Again borrowing from earlier posts, but:

(Chapter 181.1 | Chapter 93 | S1 Episode 6)

He loved them more than he feared the consequences of revealing what he knew to Isabella. They comforted him when he'd have nightmares that left him screaming and crying in terror, even when they couldn’t understand what was upsetting their friend so badly and he couldn’t articulate to them what was wrong.

But he's also the last to act on his feelings after years of self-loathing and his firm commitment to ensuring Emma and Norman survive as a set.

(2020 Exhibition Interview)

One of the immutable truth's of his universe is the two of them belong together, and he would never do anything to jeopardize that, even if it meant remaining silent about how he felt.

Norman feelings for Emma are evident by his eleventh birthday in the fourth story of the first light novel, "A Gift from the 39th Girl."

He admires her deeply, and she inspires him to do better and strive for the seemingly impossible.

(Chapter 14)

With Ray, Norman always had someone he could show his more prideful and impish side to.

(S1 Episode 2 | Mystic Code Book Chapter 2)

I disagree on the wording a bit here because it's not that Norman doesn't show his true nature to Emma, but that the two of them are seeing different facets of a multifaceted person. Emma sees Norman caring for and helping their siblings all the time, and he's not disingenuous in those actions, even if in his pragmatism his mind immediately jumped to just him, Emma, and Ray escaping after being confronted with the truth. Ray was someone he valued and trusted enough to show aspects of himself that he didn't share with anyone else openly at this point in his life.

But it's after two weeks of hating Ray's guts that Norman discovers the true motivation behind Ray's plan at Grace Field:

I adore the way the anime adapts his realization of this, further discussed here:

(S1 Episode 5)

Norman reaching the same conclusion is one of humbling, relief, and grief. Since Krone first arrived at the house, he suspected Ray was the traitor. He hated himself for it, but that didn’t change the conclusion he drew, and he spent two weeks stewing around in those negative, vindictive thoughts. This is the only time I believe Norman ever truly hated Ray as a person. His being aloof and withdrawn might have been annoying and frustrating when they were younger, but he still accepted Ray as he was and didn’t hate him. This development, however, was infuriating. Norman would have been willing to sacrifice Ray, like Ray tells him he should have done, if he hadn’t talked to Emma in the flashback from the manga that instead plays out chronologically here. It isn’t stated by him directly how he aspires to be like her, but it does cause him to pause, reevaluate, and take a step back from adhering to his more rigid sense of morality. And then he realizes Ray’s true motivation and is humbled even further. In the final seconds of the song, the distorted crackling cuts out, and we’re left with the last rueful notes of the string instrument as the camera zooms in on a single child’s drawing, one that we know is Eugene’s based on the chapter 31 extra of the Grace Field House art gallery… …A good use of resources to convey to the viewer the same affirmation Ray had given to Norman: whatever his machinations might entail, his motivation has always, always been his two most precious friends. There’s relief in that realization: Ray isn’t out to maliciously harm them, but there’s also grief in how Ray doesn’t see himself as worth saving. A very humbling experience when just a few hours ago Norman had been so willing to throw him away, just like Ray wanted.

This settles something in Norman—that Ray is once again firmly in the "dear friend who must be saved and protected at all costs" category of his mind, reflected in his resolute stare in these two additional frames in episode 11 of season 1:

Ray intends to die. From what he said, he's doing it so you and I don't get killed. He didn't include himself in the numbers. He's not escaping. Ray has decided to die inside this house. He's going to set himself on fire to distract Mom in order to let us run away. That's his entire plan. But I won't allow him to do that. Not ever.

But it also leads him to begin reexamining what exactly that all entails, and he has over a year to pore over those thoughts in Lambda.

By the time he razes the facility to the ground, he recognizes that he cares for Ray in the same way he cares for Emma (@vinokurinner conveys it beautifully through this comic)

Emma's cherished the boys as her best friends her whole life at Grace Field. As they're inspired by her, she in turn is inspired by them.

(Chapter 5 | Chapter 88)

But when exactly she consciously puts a name to those feelings and recognizes them in their totality, I don't have as specific of period for because I like to play around with it.

(Chapter 123)

But there's the beat of pronounced, wide-eyed clarity when Ray mentions Norman's special to both of them.

(Chapter 153)

There's her bold declaration of "I'm never letting you go!" to Norman, firm in her conviction that she'll won't let him sacrifice himself or be separated from them again.

(Chapter 161)

There's the faith that now that she has both of them at her side again, they can achieve the impossible.

(Chapter 180)

And there's the visions she has of them in her dreams after they arrive separately in the human world and she's lost her memories, because not even a god can remove the place they hold in her heart.

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notmanagingmymischief · 1 year ago

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𝒩.𝐵. || 𝒶 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑜.

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I had been in love with Norma Bates for as long as I could remember. From the moment I laid eyes on her, probably. It took almost two long years for me to finally confess to her, and three for us to completely and totally settle down with each other. It was on what was supposed to be a calm, easy day—one where neither of us had work to do, and we could just exist with each other—where something finally went wrong.

Well, that isnt entirely true; the past couple of days we’d been having this weird tension between each other. Norma had been busy with the Motel, Norman was being a pain in my ass, and my estranged family had decided to reach out again after years. All of the stress culminated today, though. When we had nothing to distract ourselves with, and somehow it ended up in an argument. One of our worst we’d ever had, in fact. I mentioned something about my parents getting on my ass, which led to the conversation of Norman. This was already a rather sensitive topic for everyone, and I’d been too stressed to filter myself. A stray comment I made had Norma all up in arms, and so here we are; in a screaming match in our shared bedroom.

“You can’t say that! I know you don’t get along, but Norman is my son, whether you like it or not!” Norma exclaims, throwing her hands up exasperatedly. I scoff and cross my arms. “Yeah, thats the problem, Norma. He’s your son.” I give her a Look, “He acts like he’s your boyfriend. Have you seriously never even been slightly freaked out by that?” I make perfectly valid points; Norman has always been weirdly attached to his mother, in a very creepy way. But Norma was unwilling to acknowledge that. We bicker back and forth some more, poisonous words thrown back and forth between us. “At least he didn’t abandon me!”

That. That was the final straw right there. Norma knew exactly how to get to me. I confided with her about my family issues and there she was, using them against me. I reel back with a hiss. “You—what?” I spit, glaring at her. But Norma doesn’t even take it back; I sense we’re both too upset to really consider each other's feelings. I shake my head. “No, thats too much. I can’t—you know that isnt what I did!” Norma mirrors my action, shaking her head and giving me an exhausted look. “Isn’t it?” she asks, and I have to clench my fists to stop from hitting something. We stare each other down for a moment, neither of us willing to speak. And then she does.

“That’s it. I’m done. We, this,” she gestures vaguely between the two of us, “is done.”

It hits me like a bag of bricks. I’m not stupid, or dense. “Are you breaking up with me right now, Norma..?” I ask, tears stinging in my eyes. “I didn’t want to say it but yes, I think that’s what has to happen. I just—I’m done.” I keep staring at her in shock, trembling violently. I can’t speak, can barely even breathe, and Norma wont even look at me. Finally, I choke back a little sob, and with a cracked little voice, I go “Fine. Fine, then. G-Goodbye, Norma Bates,” before turning on my heel and doing my best not to run from our room, from our house, from our life. It doesnt take me more than twenty minutes to grab some essentials, only what I’ll need for a couple days before I can come pick my stuff up, and throw it and myself into my car. Not once does Norma show her face, and I’m almost grateful for it. I only spare one glance up at that old house on the hill before pulling out of the lot and onto the freeway. I don’t know where I’ll go, I don’t know what I’ll do—I just need to get away.

I drive down the highway, vision dangerously blurry from tears, for what could be minutes or hours. I have the radio up as loud as it’ll go, I’m clenching my fists around the steering wheel to the point of my knuckles aching. But nothing matters, because everything just hurts. Everything hurts so much.

It hurts so much that I don’t notice myself shaking so badly my driving has become erratic. It hurts so much that I don’t see myself accidentally veer to the left with a particularly body-wracking sob. But it doesnt hurt enough to stop me from seeing the headlights blinding me. And all I have time to do is let out a choked gasp and shrill shriek before—darkness.

Norma had been a wreck. Since she watched you from what used to be your bedroom’s window, watched you drive away and not look back, since she realized what she had done. She fell onto your—no, her bed—and put her head in her hands. She didnt cry, she couldn’t. But she did just sit there in silence, running through everything that had happened in the past hour in her head. When she did finally get up, her stare vacant and eyes dull, she went about the rest of her day without any of her usual fervor. Dinner with Norman was filled only by him, telling her about whatever taxidermy he’d done that day. And when she went to bed, Norma finally let herself cry. When she went to bed without you, and realized how cold her bed was. When she realized that the sheets hung too loosely over her shoulders because your body wasn't behind her to elevate them with your own. She didn’t sleep that night.

The next morning, Norma Bates is roused from her exhausted silence by her phone ringing. Not by her alarm, it was much too early for that. No, this was a call. With a sleepy groan, the blonde turns to grapple for it, answering the thing without reading the caller ID with an unimpressed “What?”

“Is this….Norma Bates?”

Norma didnt recognize the voice on the other end. “Uh…yes, this is she. Why..?” she mumbled, rolling onto her back. “This is Pine Bay Medical Center. We have Y/N L/N here with us…you were her emergency contact.” This immediately snaps Norma’s exhaustion out of her and she sits up in bed quickly. “What? You—what happened? Y/n? Is she alright?” “Ma’am, please breathe. Are you sitting down?” Norma’s breathing is already rapidly increasing, and she nods before realizing they cant see her and quietly choking out a “Ye-Yes, I am.”

“Mrs Bates, I regret to inform you that Miss L/N passed away this morning at…15:23 PM.”

The world goes silent. It falls out from under Norma and leaves her reeling; she nearly drops her phone from her hands as she just…stares. Stares at her wall in silence. The woman on the end of the line must be speaking to her, but all Norma can hear is a persistent buzzing behind the ringing in her ears as those words bounce around her head. After too long, the woman finally croaks out “Can I see her?” The moment she’s given the okay, she hangs up and snaps into action. She throws on the closet dress she can find, and doesnt even bother checking on Norman as she practically throws herself out the door and down the stairs.

Norma makes it to the hospital in record time, thankfully not stumbling across Alex to give her a speeding ticket, and the car is barely in park before she’s out the door and sprinting into the ER. Her voice shakes something fierce as she begs the receptionist to let her see you; as though begging them to bring you back. It takes too long for them to understand her but when they do, they give her a knowing look. “She’s..already at the mortuary, second floor.” Norma doesn’t bother thanking them before she’s gone, up the stairs and frantically searching for the room.

It doesn’t really sink in, she thinks, until she gets through to the workers and is finally led to the wall. When the small door is opened and a metal slab is slowly pulled out. And when she stares down at you. Down at her girl; peaceful but cold to the touch. It doesn't sink in that you’re gone until she rests a trembling hand on your cheek and can’t feel the warmth of your skin, when you don’t automatically lean into her touch. It isn’t until that moment that the world, reality, finally comes crashing back in and down onto her shoulders. The reality where you’re….not here.

Without being able to stop it, a shrill sob falls from Norma’s lips, and just like that she collapses against the wall. The mortuarists don’t intervene—they’ve seen this happen too many times—and let her grieve. They let her sob and plead and press her fingers to every cut and scratch on your pallid complexion, until she’s finally guided slowly and carefully from the room, still crying and repeating your name desperately. She’s sent into an empty room to be by herself, but she can’t even make it to the chair before she’s on her knees on the ground, sobbing all over again. Face in her hands, nearly screaming with the agony filling her entire body and soul. Gone, gone, gone, gone. You’re gone. Nothing Norma can say or do can take back what happened, and now you’re gone.

You’ll never wake her up with breakfast in bed again. You’ll never laugh at her stupid jokes. You’ll never hug her from behind and press your face into her hair as you grumble about the workweek’s stress. She’ll never kiss you again. She’ll never stay awake talking until past midnight about anything and everything again. She’ll never even…see you again.

Norma doesnt know how long she stays like that; eventually someone must have shown up because now she’s sitting in an uncomfortable chair and being asked too many questions, being talked at too much, and everything’s too loud. And Norman is there. He appeared a few hours back, but didn’t dare try to speak to his mother. She was too deep in her grief to even recognize his presence yet, and when she answers questions they’re brief and mumbled. The clearest thing that passes by her hearing is a doctor saying “Your wife was very strong in the OR. She fought hard, and it’s a real shame she didn’t make it.”

Her wife? When had she been put into the role of your wife? It was only once she was given your phone that she realized her contact was titled “wifey <333”, her name only written in the subtext inside the contact info. This brought on a new wave of tears. More unidentified time passes, until Norma is finally left alone with Norman in silence.

“I’m done.”

Norman looks up at his mother with a confused look. “What did you say, mother?” She slowly raises her head from her hands; “‘I’m done.’ That’s the last thing I said to her,” she breathes, eyes glistening with more tears that prepare to join the ones already streaming down her cheeks. “The last thing she thought she knew was that I hated her,” Norma chokes, sobbing again and letting her head fall back into the wall. She doesn’t even register the dull sting, too consumed by guilt and shame and grief.

What flowers will they have at your funeral? Did you ever write a will? Who would they tell? Would she let your family know?

But worst of all—how would she live with herself knowing that this was all her fault?

#my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #norma bates #norma bates x reader #vera farmiga #vera farmiga x reader #vera farmiga fanfiction #lgbtq #gay #angst #tw death #tw inc*st #a home where the heart can never go

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labyrinthofcrystals · 4 months ago

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GOBLIN'S RELATIONSHIPS IN MY AU

I feel like I should give a warning but…don’t really know what to warn for? I guess just codependency & generally unhealthy relationships? idk Goblin is a traumatized former villain. What do you think her relationships are like. I didn’t list all the characters in my AU, but if you want to know what their relationship with Goblin is like/how they interact lmk.

I do want to mention that everyone is in therapy & coping with their issues in a (mostly) healthy way.

Join me in being a she/her goblin truther 🙏

Norman

THE SIBLINGS EVER. BUT ALSO…

I call them siblings a lot, which is absolutely true, but tbh they’re like. Twins. Technically. They were twins and then Goblin stopped aging for a bit. They’re best friends but also horribly codependent on the other in only the way sharing the same body your entire life would make you. They are so sssooo used to each other, Norman has difficulty setting boundaries with Goblin because (1) they shared a body. there is nothing there that Goblin has not seen or even used herself. (2) they’re used to each other being around 24/7, even if Goblin wasn’t co-fronting/near the front, Norman still knew she was there, really only a call away. and on some level it was a comfort to know he was never fully alone. and he STILL seeks out her comfort, which Goblin relishes in and absolutely takes advantage of.

Goblin absolutely adores Norman, thinks he’s the best thing since sliced bread. Incredibly over protective & possessive of him, at first trying to convince him to ruin all of his relationships so she’d have him to himself. Of course, that doesn’t work, and Goblin comes to realize that the more people who care about Norman/are in his life, the happier he is. She will do literally anything for Norman if it meant making him happy. Anything. To an unhealthy degree. She can, will, and has ignored her own needs/wants in favor of Norman — whether to protect him or make him happy or if it’s simply what she thinks he wants her to do. He was her whole life & reason for living for 17 whole years. Excuse her if she wants him to read her a bedtime story once in a while.

tldr: siblings but in the worst way possible

Otto

Goblin hated Otto at first. She did not like the fact that he was now married to Norman, and was now the “most important” person in Norman’s life, a title Goblin felt belonged to her. She was also deathly scared of the actuators, having no experience with them other than when they fought her. So, naturally, she thinks that Otto will lose control and hurt Norman. Or is just with him for his money. Or both. And so she thinks she’s protecting Norman by being mean to Otto — he was going to leave anyway, might as well lower those attachment levels! But obviously this isn’t true at all, Otto loves Norman and wants him to be happy. The actuators are also pretty curious about Goblin, which she unfortunately reads as hostility. Otto eventually manages to calm Goblin down slightly by pointing out Norman would probably be happier if they got along better (and also explained that the actuators were basically curious toddlers lol). Over time Goblin accepts that more than one person can make Norman happy, and even comes to enjoy hanging out with Otto and play-wrestling with the actuators. Shoutout to Otto, man has the patience of a saint I swear.

Harry

Siblings but. 👀 Both were very argumentative at first, being passive aggressive and just straight up insulting each other, much to Norman’s dismay. Main reason is that they both want Norman’s attention, but think they’re the only one deserving of it (not so much on Harry’s end, but he does have Daddy Issues). Norman tends to favor Harry, trying to make up for his past treatment and repair the relationship between them. Whereas Goblin sees Harry as an ungrateful brat. He hated Norman, and now he wants his love? Unbelievable!

But thanks to therapy, Harry realizes that the two have more in common than realized: being forced to live in Norman’s shadow. So he makes the decision to try and be nice to Goblin, see where she’s coming from. And also because no matter his feelings towards his father, he truly doesn’t like how quickly Norman will disregard Goblin when it comes to him. They like to complain and make fun of Norman together <3

tldr: siblings but in the best way possible

Peter

Raimi/Tobey: Likes Goblin! Thinks she’s great. The most used to her outside of Norman & Otto. Also she’s technically his sidekick??? I mentioned Goblin is a hero, but she’s mostly regarded as a sidekick of either Spiderman or Doc Ock. It totally doesn’t piss her off. They also like to spar/fight/train together because neither have to worry about severely hurting the other (super strength + advanced healing combo). Typically invites her out to things with Andrew & Tom if they’re cool with it.

Amazing/Andrew: That's his little sister and if you try to say otherwise he will gaslight you into thinking it’s true. Was largely neutral on Goblin as unlike Tobey & Tom. he didn’t really have a connection to her outside of another villain that needed to be defeated. So really, he was curious about Goblin when she gained her own body, and went out of his way to hang out with her.

MCU/Tom: Tentative. Like Tobey, he acknowledges that Goblin was under the influence of the serum. Unfortunately, that doesn’t unto the bad shit she did, and he still resents her for it. Not as bad as Harry in terms of picking arguments, mainly because he doesn’t want to or like stressing Otto out. Goblin has apologized to him, as she’s done with everyone, but also respects that lines were crossed, even if they weren’t 100% her fault. They only interact in group settings and have minimal contact. They’re cordial, but that’s about it, y’know?

#marvel #green goblin #raimiverse #norman osborn #otto octavius #harry osborn #peter parker #* mine / txt #* mine / aus #* series / this life is mine #wanted to make this post for a while so yay <3 #ik it seems like only mcu peter doesn't like goblin #but TRUST ME. she's kinda...unpopular lol #love her but she is A Lot sometimes. mainly on account of trauma & various disorders. :(#she's trying though <3

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my-mt-heart · 1 year ago

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I obviously haven’t been very stoked about a lot of choices this first season—the opposite if I’m being honest—but when I first listened to the radio scene, it felt like a reprieve from those feelings. Norman’s performance is perfect. I could sense his urgency to get a hold of Carol, and of course once he does, his tone melts into something much softer, something we know he reserves only for her. I appreciate the long pauses he takes to study her voice. He hears something in her words that we don’t (🤨). He worries that maybe she’s not really okay.

Carol’s line “you never need to worry about me, Daryl” makes me think back to her “I love you too” in the series finale, or more specifically the weightlessness of it. Melissa said it was Carol’s way of taking care of Daryl. She wanted to make it easier for him to leave, and at first, I wondered if this time was supposed to represent more of the same. We understand why Daryl sounds excited because we have the privilege of reading his body language. Maybe when Carol hears it, she thinks he’s enjoying himself out there. Maybe she's reluctant to admit how much she misses him because she doesn't want to take him away from where he really belongs.

Here’s where I’m struggling though. Theoretically, Melissa would’ve had Norman’s footage to play off of while she recorded her side of the conversation. That's how it's typically done. We know both of them always play off each other brilliantly. We’ve seen it countless times. It’s why their chemistry works. It’s why we ship them. But in this scene, I'm not getting any of that. There’s no emotion behind the words, none of Melissa's nuances, and the more I listen to it, the more I realize it isn’t Melissa’s voice at all. It really pains me to say it, but it sounds like AI.

If that’s true, then you'll have to be patient with me while I take the time to fully process my feelings about it. After everything—booting Melissa from the show in the first place and then gaslighting her fans about it—AMC wants to use a copout loophole in Melissa's contract (what many actors have had in their contracts hence the need for a strike) to jeopardize Melissa's integrity, deny everybody what they've had to wait a long time for, Melissa, and cheapen what could've been the most impactful scene of the season? Are you fucking kidding me? That’s just lazy, manipulative, disrespectful, and infuriating.

I was really excited to analyze a new Caryl scene today. Believe it or not, I don't want to keep hating on the show. I want to enjoy my two favorite characters, but as others have said, I’m tired of bending over backwards to arrive at some—any—hopeful conclusion about Caryl’s future. It’s hard enough when the writing is as inconsistent as it has been, but now AI is involved? No one should have to exert energy on analyzing a performance that doesn't exist. It's a poor reflection of Melissa's talent and a huge disservice to Caryl's story. I'm heartbroken.

Good to see her trending though. She deserves all the love she's getting today.

On another note, because I don't want to make a separate post about it, I also watched the scene where Daryl gets mad at Laurent. **TRIGGER WARNING*** As someone who grew up in a very "loud" household and experienced PTSD from it, I wasn't put off by the anger. I understand Daryl wants to go home, and the kid ruined what seemed like his only chance. It's the name-calling and Daryl putting his hands on Laurent that specifically crossed the line for me. The show is clearly trying to force Daryl to draw comparisons between him and his dad, but this feels like something Daryl has already worked through on the flagship show. The moment he saw Carol flinch on the farm, he knew he wanted to be different. Carol and TF helped him be different. He is different. He doesn't need to prove that to himself or anyone else anymore. Enough of the character regressions.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol #twd spoilers

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ikkleosu · 1 year ago

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What was Daryl doing before he was taken?

Oh look, it feels like 2015 again and I’m combining evidence into one post for a theory. Bring it back for the remix. Okay so let’s go back to the script leak to start this theorising...

So, this tells us many many things about the set up. It tells us that Carol is looking for Daryl, and has thus discovered he is missing. Her finding his bike cannot just be a random “Carol’s out for a walk and finds Daryl’s bike”. It is MOST likely they have an agreed place where they meet or leave stuff for each other. At the end of season 1 filming, there was a location that was made to look American. It appeared to feature a garage and a bathing station.

That seems a reasonable place for Carl and Daryl to meet up - especially the bathing stations SCREAMS Carol. So lets assume that’s what this is. Now, again, having Carol just rock up and Daryl’s not there, or his bike is and he’s not, with no background to it doesn’t really work (but this is TWD so it might happen but... assuming not). They need to establish that they have this meeting place, or exchange post or whatever it is. To do that they can either show Caryl there together in a flashback, or them separately there collecting and leaving letters and goods for one another. Obviously the former is preferable, but whatever. We know Norman filmed at this location in his pre-France clothes, and with his bike:

So at the very least we will see him there and not just proof he’s been there before. And presumably what happens is Carol shows up expecting to find him, and only find his stuff and proof he’s been there. But with this info in mind, let us look at the promo for the season and a theme that is emerging:

On it’s own, Daryl deserving a happy ending, is a bit “so what”. Particularly as it appears he went looking for it someplace not at home, and without the looming presence of Carol, it might be a very sucky thing for us Carylers. BUT it isn’t, and this is where it gets interesting...

I’m sorry, what did you just say??? “He was SO CLOSE to getting what he wanted” BEFORE he was taken. Well that’s interesting.

Obviously when Daryl left, they were very vague about why and what he was looking for. Maybe it was Rick, and maybe he was close to finding Rick - but the “being where he wanted to be”, that doesn’t sound like Rick related. It does - of course - make me think back to Leah (*spit spit*) and “where I belong” . And it must be remembered that Daryl was clear in Find Me he KNEW where he belonged, and it was with his family. So we have a discord here - he knew he belonged with his people but he went out looking for something, and at some point while out looking he gets CLOSE to finding what he wants.

There’s only IMO one way to square that circle, and it comes clear when we go back to the idea of Daryl deserving his “happy ending” and spending the spin-off DESPERATELY trying to get back home. From that we can only assume home is where he wanted to be, getting what he wanted.

Thus, he had changed his mind. He was coming home. He had realised what he wanted was there, and always was. He was going home to CAROL. SHE is what he wanted.

And it is possible that Carol knows that, and THAT is why she is on his tracks so fast. Because maybe at that meeting place I mentioned at the start, Daryl had told her - either in person, or in a letter, that he was coming home and she was what he wanted and where he wanted to be was with her, wherever she was. He just had to go do this thing first.

So, when he didn’t turn up, she knew it wasn’t just that he’d met someone, decided to settle someplace else. She KNEW he was coming home and him NOT meant something bad had gone down, and when she finds his bike - well bad luck anyone who has been involved in Daryl’s absence cos they are about to be dead.

#caryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #what am I going to tag this stuff?#spin off spoiler spec #Raisethedead #pilgrim #I dunno

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scarlet-cookie · 3 months ago

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Ink Demonth 2024 Day 16 : Erase

“Fine, fine..” Jack backed away from Sammy, raising his hands up in defeat.

Sammy’s mouth froze on the word “Nothing”.

Jack had just asked him if something was up, and Sammy felt as if it was something Jack shouldn’t endanger himself with, nor know about.

He had pushed Jack away from the crux of the problem to protect him, and because he didn’t trust in Jack enough to be able to handle it.

He glanced at Jack’s shifting expression that flashed a look of disappointment for a second.

For a weird reason, he felt as if he had seen this scene before.

Something told him that he should tell Jack.

Just as Jack was about to make his way back to his office, another word escapes Sammy’s throat.

“Wait!”

Jack turned to look around at him, his wide, curious eyes still bright as always.

“Yes-“ Sammy stumbled on his words, fighting between the urge to stop himself, and the gut feeling that was telling him to expose the truth.

Eventually, he decided on the latter.

“No, you should know..”

Jack’s eyes immediately lit up. “Finally, I was worried something was wrong with you..”

………..

Abby and Norman stood in the hallway, occasionally looking over to see the happenings inside the music department.

With nothing better to do, Abby decides to light a cigarette and take a puff.

“You shouldn’t do that in here.” Norman remarked, letting out a chuckle.

“It’s not real, why should I care?” Abby sighed, shaking the cigarette that automatically lit up on its own. “This isn’t my real body, this place isn’t real, the smoke isn’t real. The only thing that’s real is our minds and I really need something to distract me right now..” her hoarse voice trailed off. “By the way, you said Sammy is going to be real cagey about the whole ink machine thing, right?”

“Yeah.” Norman removed the monocle from his eye, fidgeting with it. “And then..”

Norman’s eyes suddenly turned glassy, as he seemed to space out. He looks up, staring into the distance where Sammy and Jack usually stands at.

Abby continued to smoke as she asked, “then what?”.

Norman lowered his head, placing the monocle back on his face. “Huh?”

“I asked if this is where Sammy is going to get very secretive about the machine towards Jack.” Abby repeated her question.

“What?” Norman’s lips curved into a frown. “He didn’t do that. He told Jack later on what happened.”

Abby jerked her head towards Norman, stunned. Then she slowly shook her head as she laughed.

“Real funny, Norman. You still got the guts to joke even after everything.”

Norman stared at her in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

This time, the two of them glared directly into each other’s eyes.

“My memory might be bad, but this part is something I remembered vividly..” his voice gradually faded, as he seemed to come to a strange realization.

“Then, what happened after that?” Abby pressed, knowing this strange occurrence would definitely bring about major changes.

Norman’s mouth was left hanging, as he kept closing and opening it like a goldfish.

“Why.. why can’t I recall…” Norman pinched his forehead, trying to pull out the muddy memories from the depths of his mind. Everything suddenly seemed to become dim and foggy, like an old photo suddenly rotting away in seconds.

“I.. I would target Sammy, but.. why..”

He knew he remembered.

But it was as if those memories had suddenly been flushed down a dark vortex, and he was trying desperately to grab them again.

He felt horrified that a section of his memories suddenly became altered and erased without him even knowing, had Abby not pointed out to him.

A chilling fear crawled up Abby’s spine as she threw away the cigarette, looking up at the spot Norman had just stared at earlier.

Sammy was now there, and had turned his head to look directly at them.

His eyes were nearly lifeless, his gaze seemed exhausted, like someone who had been repeatedly trying to fix something over and over again, only to fail every single time.

Abby jerked her head away, feeling unsettled by such a look.

“That’s exactly what happened.”

Sammy’s voice spoke up, as Abby couldn’t help but jolt. She was afraid of turning her head back again, fearing what she would see. Since she was looking away from Norman, she had no idea how he was feeling.

Abby could feel a cold puff breathing down her neck.

If she still had the cigarette in her hand, she definitely would’ve used it to try and chase away Sammy, or whatever sort of Sammy they’re facing right now.

“Norman, after that, you simply went along with my plans, and we approached the ink machine together, and then…”

His voice also trailed off, in a similar manner to Norman earlier.

The projectionist shook his head, refusing to accept the fabricated truth of events.

“That isn’t what happened.” He muttered as soft as possible, to remind himself. Abby could just about hear it and gave a light nod.

Suddenly, the environment around them turned cold. The lights seemed to darken, and the workers walking around suddenly stopped. Even Jack froze in his place. Their eyes all turned lifeless at once.

Abby and Norman both knew Sammy was staring right at them, and only them in that moment, even though neither of them dared to look.

Norman could tell Sammy had suddenly jerked his head towards Abby.

After a few moments of silence, the dream suddenly resorted to its normal state.

Norman could no longer feel the chilling breath anymore, as he cautiously turned to look at where Abby should be.

Her figure had disappeared without a trace, as if she had never even existed there before.

Sammy’s voice spoke again, but in a tone he failed to recognize.

It was desperate, hopeless, and begging for help.

“Just play along.”

Bendy : The Untrusted AU - Final Reminiscence (Part 5/5)

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #bendy au #the untrusted au #ink demonth

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