#otto x reader x norman

[greengoblinswifey]

𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

➳ Key: fluff=❤️, angst=💔, smut=💦, sexual themes=🍒

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Norman Osborn/Green Goblin

Release 💦

Bred by Norman 💦

Forever Bound 💔💦

Gentle Norman ❤️💦

Sub!Norman 💦

Sub!Green Goblin 💦

Anything They Need 💦

His Angel 💔❤️💦

Better Than His Hand 💦

Marry Me ❤️💦

Green Goblin Headcanons ❤️🍒

His Cherry 💦

His Assistant 💦💔

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Bucky Barnes

Silken Punishment 💔💦❤️

Winter’s Embrace ❤️💦

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Dr. Strange

You Deserve To Be Here 💔❤️💦

[charliedawn]

Hi! I liked your fic with Ultron, I was glad to know that you are writing for him. If everything is fine, may I request a continuation of "How would they react if you were to marry someone else?", but with Ultron?

I decided to add Venom, Otto and Norman because...I love villains. 😂

"So...You chose him ?", Ultron asked before giving a disdainful glance at your partner.

He was unworthy of you. A fleshing. A nothing. You had been created for him. And yet, you had chosen an Earthling as your spouse. How shameful...And how wrong of you.

"You will come to regret your decision...", he warned you—but you shrugged.

"You never even tried to love me. He does."

He restrained a mocking laugh at your claim before his red eyes stared at you and you gritted your teeth at his mocking expression.

"And you do ?"

A shiver ran down your spine and you tried to appear confident as you took a step forward, red eyes meeting red eyes.

"I will marry him. And there's nothing you can do to stop me.", you told him with a serious expression. But, Ultron wasn't convinced. He huffed a laugh before taking another step forward, so you had to crane your neck up to even see his expression.

"Don't. Test me.", he said in a low and threatening voice and you knew he would kill everyone in the room if you kept pushing. You hadn't even invited him. He had decided to stride in and ruin everything—like always. He had made so much ruckus that you hadn't even succeeded in uttering the two important words to seal the marriage.

You wanted to escape fate. But, Ultron wasn't going to let you go so easily. You knew that. And yet...You wanted to try. You turned back towards the priest and opened your mouth.

"I..." Before you could even say I Do, he had covered your mouth to muffle any other sound you might be willing to make. He then took your soon-to-be husband by the throat and grinned at the terror in your eyes.

"The only one who you will ever be able to say 'I do' to, will be me...Understood ?"

Your eyes watered and you nodded begrudgingly. You had no choice. Maybe Ultron had been relieved of any ounce of humanity he ever had, but you hadn't. He smirked and released your husband's windpipe, only to use a metallic claw to pin the priest to his altar.

"Now...I want us to make it official. Come on, darling...", he leaned forward and chuckled darkly in your ear. "~Say yes."

"EDDIE ! Y/N IS GETTING MARRIED !"

Eddie ignored Venom. He didn't have the energy to talk right now. He just wanted to go and crawl to die in a hole. He wanted to drown his sorrow in chocolate sirup and burgers. But, Venom wouldn't let him.

Venom appeared into view and threw the bag of nachos he had in hand to the floor.

"EDDIE !"

Eddie finally raised his eyes to look at the gooey creature before him with an emotionless expression, and even Venom was surprised by the lack of reaction of his vessel.

"What ?", he asked with an unreadable expression and Venom knew at that moment that Eddie was in no playing mood.

"...Are you...Are you really going to let it happen ?", the entity asked with a little hesitancy before staring at his human vessel with something akin to worry.

Venom had never sounded or looked so small...His head peaked from underneath his coat and Eddie's jaw twitched. It seemed that even Venom could feel the storm brewing within him. He had never felt Eddie so upset, and it worried him.

You used to always be there to keep his emotions in check, but Eddie had pushed you away by hiding his feelings from you.

And now ? He had no idea what to do. One side of him was telling him to leave you alone. The other was screaming to be let out and stop what was about to happen before it was too late.

"What are we going to do, Eddie ?", Venom insisted and for the first time, it was Eddie who summoned him—covering his body and leaning into his strength as he all but growled out.

"Bring back our happiness..."

Eddie then jumped out the window and ran with the invitation he had received that very morning in his hand. He wouldn't pass out on another opportunity to be happy. Not this time.

"...Y/N ?"

You looked at the aisle and was surprised to find your ex-husband standing there—shocked. You stared at each other for a few seconds before you had the strength to utter the name you had spent years trying to forget.

"...Norman ?", you replied—dumbfounded.

He had died 5 years ago...What was he doing here ? He looked at you and one of his old coworkers who was now holding your hand before an upset frown appeared on his face.

"You...You're marrying him ?"

"It's been five years, Norman...Five years of lonely nights. Five years of emptiness. Five years of nothing but coldness.", you tried to explain and let go of your soon-to-be husband.

Norman's eyes softened a bit as he took a step forward, but realized then that you weren't alone and everyone in the church was shocked to see him there. He had heard of the ceremony as he was walking by and thought that seeing him would change your mind. But, no. He now realized he was the one who had abandoned you. He was the one who had left you and there was things he couldn't take back.

He smiled and nodded before taking a seat and gesturing for the priest to go on.

"I won't say anything more. Proceed."

Norman stared fixedly at you and knew...He knew you still loved him by the way your fingers tightened around the bouquet in your hands and how your eyes watered underneath the veil. It was his sadistic side that made him wait, made him challenge you by his sole presence.

'Come on, Y/N. You can fool yourself. But, not me.', he thought before counting the seconds until the bouquet of flowers fell to the floor and you embraced him.

It was weakness. You knew as such. But, you couldn't stay away from Norman.

"Do you have anything to say ?", you asked after Otto entered your bedroom the night before your wedding. You looked mindlessly at the city beneath you and did your best not to look at him.

"No. I understand.", he said while shaking his head and you sighed.

"Wrong answer, Otto."

Your eyes were watery and you wondered if Otto had ever not been selfish in his life ? He had went on his silly revenge quest, leaving you behind as if it meant nothing. You were supposed to marry. And he had the audacity to show up the night before and try to tell you that he supported your decision ? He shouldn't have to. He should have been here when you needed him.

Five years.

Five years of waiting, only for him to return and dare pretend to know what it felt like.

You gritted your teeth and threw the nearest glass at his face, a glass he easily caught and set aside with a sorrowful expression.

"YOU LEFT ME, COWARD !"

He didn't even flinch as you started punching his chest and screaming. He was gone. You had mourned him. All that for nothing...You finally rested your forehead against his chest and whimpered.

"I love you...And you left me."

Otto's arms wrapped around you as a shushed you softly.

"I know. I know...But, I promise. It won't happen again."

You let out a shaky breath and shook your head. The man you loved had come back, but at what price ? He wanted you to trust him. But, was it really worth it ?

You looked up and couldn't help but smile up at Otto and he smiled back before leaning forward to kiss you softly. And you let him.

Because no matter how much you wanted to hate him, your heart still belonged to him...

[vvaspoppie]

Spider-Man Incorrect Quotes I gathered from watching Brooklyn 99:

Y/N: And why would I?

Green Goblin: Because I'm mentally unstable, high on bath salts and pointing a gun at you

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Peter: Don't worry, the Doctor said all the bleeding is internal, which is where the blood is supposed to be.

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Y/N: I can't believe you live nearby, and you won't let anyone crash at your place.

Harry: You people already know too much about me.

Y/N: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won't let any of us crash at your place.

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Otto, in a lab that isn't his: No wonder you guys are such a mess! Look at this place. Half-eaten food, pictures of your families...

Y/N: Hey! What's wrong with pictures?

Otto: If you love someone, you'll remember what they look like.

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Max Dillon: Looking back, I have no regrets

Y/N: You should

Peter: You should have a lot of regrets

Max: Yup

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Y/N: There you go writing things down again. Like a nerd.

Gwen: I’m sorry, “writing things down” is nerdy? What do you do?

Y/N: I just forget stuff like a cool person.

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Y/N: So we have good news, and we have bad news.

Harry: My Dad always said, "Bad news first because the good news is probably a lie." Fun fact: he made me cry a lot.

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Y/N: Look, I know you think my judgment is clouded because I like Peter a little bit.

Otto: You just doodled your wedding invitations.

Y/N: No, that is our joint tombstone.

Otto: My mistake.

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Y/N: Sometimes, boys... Just need to be boys.

Peter: You do realize Doctor Conners did thousands of dollars worth of property damage, right?

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

It’s just a spider series coming soon

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Tagging:

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[cryptid-writing]

[A different kind of hero]

Warnings: electrocution, hospitals, mention of spiders.

info: This is a repost & update for chapter 1 as I had taken the time to rewrite about 85% of the entire chapter. It is very long, however, but it's worth it. It's no longer rushed and clunky, and I hope this is easier and better to read.

Chapters: [2] [3] [4] [5] [6.1] [6.2]

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[Chapter 1]: The Domino Effect

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Spiders.

You've always hated spiders ever since you were young.

It was an irrational fear, one that could never be rationalized and 'cured', but while they may have been one of your least favorite animals, there was one that you adored above all else. The sloth. They were cute and friendly in appearance, so much so you had a small collection of plush toys of them growing since you were a teen, now an adult and still seeking out any sloth plush you could find and afford.

Alas, you hardly had the money to spend like that. Using the pay you received from your work to feed and clothe you, on top of paying your rent. The plush toys were unfortunately not a necessity, but still, they did make for a nice treat after saving up enough to get one.

With money being an issue you took advantage of any sales and discounts, and especially anything that was free. So when you saw that word on a flier for the Connors Animal Research and Rehabilitation Center, well.. You made sure you showed up on time. Animals were always a great motivator, and you needed the excuse to get out of your apartment again anyway. Staying cooped up.. You weren’t exactly one to willingly place yourself in social situations, but the thought of sitting indoors for too long was unpleasant. You could feel your sanity deteriorating at times.

Much to your dismay, although not a surprise, they handled spiders as well. You stuck toward the back of the tour for your comfort, avoiding the arachnid presentation like the plague. The heads of the facility, Doctors Curt and Martha Connors lead the tour, enthusiastically speaking about the animals they work with. Martha, however, from what you could see from the back wall, had to step away after looking at the cases that held the spiders in question. Curious.. You continued the tour with no further oddities and headed home.

That’s when it all really began.

You took to putting your things away, then emptying out your bag.. but something hurt as you reached in and within an instant you recoiled, grabbed the bag, and chucked it across the room.. It was perhaps best to keep that there for later. There was a small whitish mark on the back of your hand when you checked. You assumed it was nothing more than a scratch or poke from a book or pencil in your bag and went to wash your hands and head to bed.

The next day, however, is when things got a little weird. Never would you have expected a childhood fantasy to walk on walls would come true, but there you were, fully stuck to your apartment wall after noticing things were sticking to your hands. Safe to say, you wasted no time in calling up a close and trusted friend of yours after figuring out how to unstick and told them everything with excitement.

Despite the gift of wall crawling, you never really used your abilities, wall-crawling and all those you discovered after. You had the spirit of a fighter, but not the nature nor body and mind of one. No skills in self-defense or fighting, you had always been rather physically weak in that regard.

It took a few small instances for you to sort of set yourself in motion. From a late night grab and go at the corner store that turned into an attempted robber getting humiliated and you fleeing, to you seeing this as an opportunity to try to get out a little more. Scouring the city in little areas, picking off the select few small fights you felt more comfortable and confident you could win with no harm.

It had only really been a month since you got your powers now. Since then, you had scoured your room for something to wear to hide yourself and chose a onesie of a sloth you had gotten a few years back for your birthday. It was cute, friendly, and easy enough to slip on quickly over your usual clothes. A pair of matching slippers, a simple jacket vest, and a bag to carry it all in. to top it all off, you invested in a cheap party mask to conceal your face. It was a ridiculous getup, and although you had done cosplay before-- albeit temporarily-- you felt so dumb for wearing it. Hence why you felt more comfortable to stay out of sight if possible.

Your time was a little busy between juggling your work with occasionally getting out to climb and jump around the buildings. Some nights were more hectic than others. Hardly you had any time to take a break. It was a rare treat for yourself when things were slow.

Such as tonight.

Crawling and jumping from building to building you paused on a rooftop to have a look around. A scenic break from all the running about you did. It was nice, though you wished you could see the stars in the sky as you looked up. That was something you missed from back home down south. Closing your eyes you took in a relaxing breath and listened to the ambient city sounds.

For once.. everything was quiet.

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A lone scientist worked late into the night, well past his designated time to clock out. He paced around the lab rooms as he checked the devices a few more times, wrote down reports on the new tech in development, and jotted down notes on the few animals brought in for studies.

He had an affinity for one such animal. An octopus. A veined octopus to be exact, though also known as a coconut octopus. Oh how he had grown so fond of the little creature despite his boss's orders. He couldn't help himself, it was much too cute to resist. It was one of very few things about this job that kept him from spiraling mentally. Giving it a secret name and using it as his muse for creating a remarkable device to aid him in his overbearing work. Truly a marvel of his ingenuity and technological skills.

A long, sleek, black mechanical limb stretched across the empty lab, tentacle-like 'fingers' twisted and opened up like a flower before carefully wrapping around a bottle of frozen shrimp that had been left out to thaw near a heating element. The limb retracted back to the scientist then relaxed down behind him when the bottle was taken. He popped the bottle open and shook some bits out into the tank his favorite octopus was living in. The creature lit up with color as it reached its arms out to wrap around the shrimp, bringing the pieces down under its webbing to feast. The scientist smiled, watching the octopus feed for a bit, humming to himself and jotting down some more notes. He was none the-wiser to the elevator down the hall being activated. Unaware of his soon to be company.

Music played in the lab, softly in the background from a lone laptop left open, the scientist hummed along. It was cozy, peaceful within that lab. Everything was going smoothly, the workload was still immense, but it was more tolerable. He felt he had little to fear, he was beginning to get comfortable.

The sound of a door near the entrance of the lab jostled the scientist from his thoughts.

The janitor? No.. it is too early in the night for them to have gotten this far up the building. Curious.. It couldn’t be his boss, he should be at home with his family at this hour--

A chill ran down his spine as a familiar voice suddenly spoke up, following footsteps that were now audible. Coming closer and closer to his location within the lab--

"Doctor Octavius."

Ah. His boss, Norman Osborn.. What was he doing here? He hardly ever came down into the labs himself.. He sounded eerily calm compared to his usual bitter tone. That was.. not a good sign, to say the least. This put Otto on edge in an instant. Especially so as he was still wearing the arms, he began to panic, trying to find a place to hide to remove them, but there was no place in sight to run as Norman came into view. Otto jumped as soon as he saw his boss behind him.

"Oh no.. M-Mr.Osborn..? H-Hello, ah.. What, uhm, Wh-What brings you here? I-I thought.."

"As smart as you are, you hardly do think at all," Norman spoke, tired, stern eyes drop from the scientist's face to his twiddling hands, "A smart mind, you have, Otto. Although clever you are not if you think me stupid to not notice."

"..N-Not notice what?"

"Don't play dumb with me, doctor." the man turned his attention back to Otto, stepping closer and causing the other to shuffle back, “You must know why I’m here, surely.” He watched him, eying the way he trembled, eyes darting around behind thick, square frames as his mind raced to register what the man was referring. It was clear what it was even before he said it aloud, reaching a hand down and around to grip and raise one of the objects in question.

“Those funny little arms, Otto.”

Otto was sweating now, heart racing, although not nearly as fast as his mind. Didn't plan for this. He didn't think Norman would ever come down like this.. and find the actuators he did so well to hide every time he was done working. He was caught off guard, trapped in a checkmate.

“Th... S-Sir-- I--” Otto sputtered, bringing his hands up defensively as he backed up, heart racing as he rounded the table, all the while his boss had followed with that unchanging tense expression, the actuator limb in his hand. Otto's eyes darting from Norman to the actuator and back a few times, a clear desperate panic in his voice and face, “O-Oh dear.. L-Listen I-- I-I couldn’t have done all this work without them! You-- Y-You must understand! Th-There was too much for one person-- I-I needed those to--!”

“You need them?” Otto was cut off, bumping into a sizable computing device. Parts that hung from it rattled in response, one falling off as Norman continued, Otto being forced to press into the console of the machine, “Need? Really? I beg to differ, Doctor.” stepping closer now, "I don't believe you ever needed them--”

Norman swiped another actuator, on the opposite side this time, yanking as hard as he could on them to get Otto up off the machine. He caught the scientist with his foot slamming harsh into the harness around his gut. Otto groaned and Norman leered down above him, hissing out his final words before releasing the arms and kicking Otto back into the machine with all the force he could muster.

“--and I don’t believe you’ll ever need them again."

Otto fell back, crashing into the machine, damaging the screens and more. The collision caused the console to explode in a terrifying display of light and smoke. Overpowering the servers of nearby appliances, activating the actuators, and electrifying anything within reach.. or within contact.

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A static shift in the air shaking you from your moment of peace.

You had nearly dozed off on the roof you rested on, lifting up from where you lay you looked around. A spark in the breeze alerting your senses of the direction to head. That was all you needed as you wasted no time lifting up and darting from one building to the next. Making your way as fast as you could, occasionally hopping from vehicle to vehicle to get there quicker.

A sense of anxiety creeping in anticipation of your destination.

Oscorp.

There was always something about this corporation that gave you a sense of unease. Standing at the entrance now only made that feeling worse, but there was no time to dwell on that. Taking in a breath to calm down and adjusting your worn out sloth slippers, you darted to the side of the building and took to the wall. Climbing up and up and up, clinging tightly and humming to distract from the thought of looking down.

You climbed until your senses were going haywire, spotting a shattered window with a strong scent of smoke and static wafting from it in the breeze. Fear washed over you, but you shook your head and clenched your jaw, crawling over and peering inside. It was dark, too dark, par from the stray sparks from some broken machinery tossed about. Scuttling inside you removed your party mask to try and see better, letting your eyes adjust a moment. Dread began to settle as you got a better look around.

Odd machinery and devices were littered about both neatly and scattered and shattered as though something had been thrashing around.. Almost poetically the sparks lit up again at that moment, drawing your eyes over to the source.. and the source of what had done the thrashing that destroyed part of the lab.

A breath hitched in your throat as you prayed the man on the floor was still alive, shuffling ever so cautiously over for a better look. Your eyes trained on the body, focusing hard and hoping to see a breath.

Nothing.

Nothing..

Nothing...

Noth-- Ohh my gosh.

The sound of relief that left you as you saw the man's body shift ever so lightly had left you teary eyed and trembling. So thankful he was still alive. You hurried closer, falling to your knees to check him, being careful of the static still present as you rolled him over. His back was bleeding and soaking slowly through his undershirt, staining the white a deep red. The sight causing your heart to tighten and fall.

You struggled a bit with the initial lifting of him off the ground and onto your back, but you managed well enough. Slipping your mask back on after balancing the man on your shoulders. You turned your focus now to figuring your way out, you decided to walk further inside, carrying the injured man firmly.

An elevator was soon found and quickly called, taking it down to the first level. It seemed the far safer option than recklessly scrambling out the window again. The ride down was nerve-wracking, not knowing how much time you had. Shifting the man's weight on your shoulders a time or two before finally the elevator dinged. As you rushed out into the lobby and towards the exit to seek help, you hadn't noticed the metal arms quiver behind you.

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The feeling of tiny hands holding firm and protectively upon his arm and leg had stirred Otto awake for but a mere moment. Cracking his weary eyes open and only catching a glimpse of what was holding his arm before he passed out once more from the pain and exhaustion.

Barely able to make out what he had seen.. Had he seen that right..? The hands that held him.. they were..

..Claws..?

[demons2003]

Marvel Villians Masterlist

Red Skull/Johann Schmidt x Reader

You Hurt Me (ao3 link) Description: You knew Johann since you were little. You have been dating since you were 18. Everyone thought it wouldn’t last but it did. Then the war broke out and he wanted Hydra to be part of it. He wanted to control the world. What happens when you see differently than your lover?

You’re Hurting me Again Description: You were getting old and slowly dying. You’d spent most of your life away from good and bad but trouble always seemed to have followed you in your life. While lying on your death bed, with your son sitting by your side, an unexpected guest enters the room. Part 2 of You Hurt me

Doctor Octopus/Dr Otto Octavius x Reader

Falling For You (ao3 link) Description: You had been working with Dr Octavius for a few months. You had noticed something weird was going on with him and being a caring person you do what you always do and ask. When you go to ask him though you overhear a conversation that he has with Peter Parker.

TBD (Male Reader)

TBD (Female Oc and Male Reader)

Norman Osborne/Green Goblin x Reader

Family Friend Description: You’ve grown up with Norman, with him being so close to your family as well as you got older, his son being close with your nephew.

Killgrave x Reader

TBD

Doctor Doom x Reader

TBD

Otto Octavius x Norman Osborne

TBD

Doc Oc x She-Hulk

Mistake Description: Doc always had something for she-hulk. But what happens when she doesn’t want his attention on her.

All Characters

Preference (ao3)

[wtfhasmy-lifecometo]

A little note from me to you.

Hello all…

To all of you, who have been there from the start, I know there’s not really many there to begin with but those who have, I want to explain a little bit as to why I haven’t written in a hot minute, and to those of you who still have requests, you are my top priority, I still haven’t forgotten about you…

I’ve been going through quite a large amount of changes, i.e jobs, financial, relationship, family, personal projects, and not all do them are bad nor are all of them good either, to say the least, I’ve had plenty of projects/things now piled onto my plate, more than I asked for or wanted in the first place, the military is now a huge part of my life due to my fiancé now being in it, it’s been stressful, my job is on current hiatus, and said things have been taking quite the toll on me lately, and those are the few of the many things that have been stacked on. I really just wish to pass along this message peacefully and I don’t want people thinking that I’ve forgotten or just chose to ignore you, I know that many have said I don’t have to give a reason as to why I’m not writing or taking requests, or even finishing my already put in requests, but I’ve made a promise to you, and I’m going to keep it, it just may take me a while longer than I had intended, and I feel somewhat lost at this current period in time. I’m on a writing burnout, and I never planned for such things to happen, but I also want to make my writing better, the words I use, the phrases, the rhythm of it all basically, and I feel absolute deep remorse for those who have been waiting god knows how long now for me to get to those damn requests and I’m sorry, I really truly am and I don’t know what else to say besides that, I promise to you that your requests/asks are not boring, they’re not lame, they’re not anything bad, I just have felt I’ve lost my touch and I need to work on getting back into it all again. I made myself and you all a promise, and I intend to keep that, it’s not going away, I just need to get back into the hang of things. I love all of you who have decided to stick with me, you are part of my lifeline at this point, and I really appreciate those who haven’t left. Thank you. 🤍

[shangchiswife]

asiya's masterlist!

a lot of you have been asking for a masterlist so here you go!

The Last of Us:

joel miller- the babysitter - part 1- part 2 (smut)

joel miller- pretty pink skirt (smut)

joel miller- sweet nothing

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

dating aragorn headcanons!

dating thorin headcanons!

incorrect lotr/hobbit quotes-

big back challenge ft. y/n, thorin, fili, and kili

scary thorin ft. y/n and thorin

Star Wars:

luke skywalker- paper rings

han solo- the one where he f's up

luke skywalker- you're scared of thunder?

luke skywalker- sunsets

Prequels-

anakin/obi-wan/padme- period

Anakin Skywalker-

anakin skywalker- pacify her (smut)

anakin skywalker- broken promises (smut)

anakin skywalker- wildest dreams

Obi-Wan Kenobi-

obi-wan- the way i loved you (smut)

obi-wan- party blues

obi-wan- sweet dreams

obi-wan- savior complex

obi-wan- drunken love

obi-wan- better man

Sequels-

poe dameron- yule ball

ben solo- i guess this is goodbye

poe dameron- traitor

hux- long drunk nights

kylo ren- safe space

poe dameron- nightmare

kylo ren- the last time

poe dameron- the other woman

hux- good little girl

poe dameron- clean

kylo ren- therapy

kylo ren- cardigan

Din Djarin-

din djarin- helping hand (smut)

din djarin- every dead-end street led you straight to me (smut)

din djarin- maroon

din djarin- caretaker

din djarin- family ties

din djarin- savior complex

din djarin- the protector

din djarin- you are in love

din djarin- nightmares

X-Men

logan howlett- electric touch (smut)

logan howlett- little black dress (smut)

logan howlett- a royal tea party

Marvel:

loki- mr. perfectly fine

pietro maximoff- saying goodbye

loki- if only you knew

steve rogers- sparks fly

bucky barnes- deja vu

loki- an escape from the palace

steve rogers- beach day

loki- speechless

Moonknight-

steven grant- late night talking

marc spector- dancing with out hands tied

steven grant- hug me

Spider-man-

miguel o'hara- stress relief (smut)

peter parker- a night under the stars

peter parker- i wish i were heather

otto octavius- merry christmas

harry osborn- hide and seek

tasm!peter/reader/otto- we'll take care of you

Norman Osborn-

norman osborn- dark paradise

norman osborn- they don't know about us

norman osborn- baby it's cold outside

norman osborn- i'm pregnant

norman osborn- look after you

norman osborn- let the games begin

norman osborn- i'm yours

norman osborn- worst behavior

norman osborn- experimental game

Norman Osborn and Otto Octavius-

otto octavius/norman osborn- skating

otto octavius/norman osborn- the moment i knew

otto octavius/norman osborn- save me

otto octavius/norman osborn- hostage

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Emperor's New Clothes (Doc Ock x Chubby Reader)

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Dr. Otto Octavius had been called a mad man long before he fused himself with the DNA of a Cephalopod. But to think that they would lock him away and attempt to study him. It was an atrocity, although the new scientist could be just the soft escape he could have only hoped for.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. I got reminded of how much I like Cephalopods while watching the new Auqamam recently. So who better to turn into a ottoman than Doc Ock himself.

Anyways I hope you enjoy.

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It had taken a long time to perfect his hypothesis, but in the end it was well worth it. To become one with the majestic Cephalopod. It was truly a dream, that the government soon turned into a nightmare.

The cell they stuffed him in could hardly be considered humane. On top of the limited water they supplied him with. They should be counting their days as closely as he was. As he chipped away at the cold surface, marking more days than he'd like to think of. He seethe at the thought of revenge and how sweet it would be.

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Cringing as you sipped the burnt break room coffee, you sighed. It was one thing to deal with crappy coffee, but it was a whole other ordeal to be assigned to a dangerous criminal. A man who had experimented on himself. Then made a weapon to turn others into the same being. That was someone you honesty wanted to avoid.

But you were black listed to the worst jobs. This was one thing on the list of many horrible things the company had put you through. All because of an early career mistake. Whoever said let bygones be bygones had never worked for OSCORP.

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Eyes narrowing as he heard the sound of steps coming towards his cell. He slunk into a dark corner and prepared for the next session of prodding.

As you entered the room he was stunned for a moment. You weren't like the usual type lackey they sent to bother him. No, you were much softer. Even with the frown that had settled on your face. He couldn't help finding you enchanting.

This was the rare instance that he didn't question your lack of uniform. He had always found it odd that the people he had dealt with, thus far, didn't have any identifying information. But now as he observed how your clothing fit your body. He preferred the way his eyes could freely roam over you.

The feeling of eyes burning into you was unnerving. You had read the report for your new assignment. A scientist gone mad after splicing himself with the DNA of an Octopus. It was truly a pity, from his earlier research the man was a genius.

His fall from grace was also one of the many nails in the coffin of the former CEO of OSCORP's career. Norman Osborn was a bit to brazen of a figure head for the board to allow him to stay. If only you had known just what kind of company this would turn out to be, before signing the contract that is.

Facing the cell, your heart rate picked up. There was no one in sight. Although as you checked your tablet, you could see there was no sign of an escape. So you decided to try the diplomatic approach. “Hello Dr. Octavius. Would you like to join me for your biometrics this evening?” It did the trick, the man himself slipped out of the shadows. As he did you couldn't help but admire his commanding frame. His barrel chest and feathered hair were quite fetching. Paired with the strength his torso and tentacled bottom displayed, it was no wonder they thought to keep him locked up.

He gave you a smirk at the unusual greeting. Placing his hands against the separation between you. He took in your soft facial features. “Well you're certainly new. What did you have to do to get stuck with me?” He had meant it in jest. Though when a sour look passed over your expression, he realized he had hit a nerve.

“Here to do what I was assigned is all." Your tone had become more terse and professional.

It made him annoyed with himself. He had already made a bad first impression and you hadn't even began. So he stayed silent and followed your instructions.

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Half stomping as you made your way into your home, you huffed. It wasn't enough to be assigned to a mad scientist. But to have him call you out on your first day with him. It made you want to rip your hair out.

Making your way into the kitchen, you made a soothing mug of warm tea. As you went to leave the room, you doubled back and threw a shot of whiskey in it. You rationalize that it was to calm your mind. Though it was really so you could focus on the burn.

It didn't seem to ward off thoughts of the doctor himself however. His large body, towering over you. Not in an overwhelming way. No, more of a show of strength. It was enough to send an unexpected shiver down your spin.

When his current condition was explained to you, you were under the expression that he would be frightening. But as you think back on his imposing image. You can't help the thought of what he could do with the body he possessed now. It would surely be impressive in battle…and other instances.

Shaking the thought from your mind. You decided a warm shower would be a good way to wash the day from your body. Still it seem the good doctor never quite left your imagination for the night.

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The next time you came to his cell, he made an effort to make pleasent conversation. “You look lovely today, Mrs….:

Hiding your face behind a clipboard. It was one thing to fantasize about the criminal you were assigned to. Yet another to hear such things this early in the day from the man himself. “Thank you Doctor. Actually it's Miss (L/N).”

Leaning against the cell, he smirked. It was a wonderful thing to know that you weren't attached, by marriage at least. “Does that mean that I have to guess for a first name then?”

Glancing up at him, it was your turn to smile. “Maybe if your a good boy I'll tell you later.” The satisfaction you got from the surprise on his face was more than you would admit.

Taking a bit to gather his thoughts, while also filing away that moment for later. He chuckled and gripped the seperater a bit tighter. Just another reason to hate this cage he was forced in. But it didn't hurt to have such tempting company.

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He was growing concerned. You hadn't showed up to his cell today. You usually came just after breakfast. Yet here it was already lunch time and there was no sign of you.

As the attendant brought the tray to a slit in the cell, he said. “Where is Miss (L/N)?” He did know your first name now, after behaving enough as you put it. But letting this lacky know that wouldn't be a good idea.

They shrugged, trying to hide how unnerved he made them. “How should I know.” It only took a glance at the glowering Cecaelia for him to rethink that answer. “Look, last I heard one of the higher-ups called her to his office. That's it, I swear.” Then they scuttled away as quick as their legs would take them.

Leaving Otto with a sour feeling in his stomach.

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Frustration coursed through your veins. It was one thing to give you the shit jobs. But to accuse you of not even doing them properly. That was just adding insult to injury.

Opening the door to his containment area, you tried to real in your emotions. Until you came to the realization that he was the only person you felt comfortable with talking about this.

Hearing the door open, he became alert. Seeing it was you, his shoulder finally relaxed. Though as you faced him, he was taken aback by your expression. Anger, fatigue, frustration, relief; they were a mixture that made him unsure what to say. Thankfully you started the conversation.

“They are such assholes.” You didn't even pick up the clipboard. Just slumped against the wall separating the two of you. You make one mistake as a new employee and they hold it over your head for the rest of your career.” With a huff, you leaned your head back and gazed up at him. “Then I meet you, the best thing that ever came out of working for this place.” A soft smile slid onto your full face.

The adoration that was in that smile made his heart swell. Placing a hand against the wall, near you, he said. “That is a wonderful thing to hear darling.” He cherished the flush that colored your plush cheeks. But became confused as you frowned.

Looking away, you spoke in a faint whispered. Almost as if the next thing you were going to say was painful. “They say we've grown to close. They're going to reassign me by the end of the week.” You were surprised by the look of rage that took over his expression.

His tentacles lashed out at the wall between them. Though you weren't scared, even as a hairline crack appeared in one corner. You only sat there and allowed him to gather himself. “This is unacceptable, I won't stand for it.”

Shaking your head, a hollow laugh left your throat. “I don't have a choice. The moment I signed a contract with OSCORP, was the day I signed my life over to them.”

Eyes widening, he came to a realization. That was why they had never worn uniforms around him. He had visited OSCORP many times in the past. That was before they pushed his friend Norman Osborn out of his position as CEO. It all made sense now.

Slithering a tentacle through the tray slot, he wrapped it around your warm hand. “I will take care of this.”

Nodding, you hoped against hope. Enjoying what little time you may have left with him.

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Pacing in front of the door leading to his cell, your shoulders sagged. This was the last day you would spend with him. That you were allowed to at least. You would risk your job to see him again.

Stepping through the entrance, you tried to put on a brave face. Only to stop in your tracks as the door shut behind you. He was nowhere in sight. Panic set in, making your heart hammer in your chest. Had they taken him somewhere, were they hurting him.

Calling out his name, dread grew in the pit of your stomach. Rushing over to the release button, you slammed your palm against it. There had to be a sign of where he had to be. Scrambling into the cell and you searched frantically.

Only to stop as a chuckle rang out from thin air. An unoccupied corner of the room shimmered and revealed Otto. He had a smug look on his face as you brought your hands to your chest. “I didn't know you cared so much.”

Darting to him you smashed your fist into him. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but it help get your frustration out. It was probably the only thing keeping you from crying. “How could you even think that this would be funny.” Glaring up at him, you felt your anger melt away. This could be your last moments with the man you had grown feelings for. Before you could second guess yourself, you seal your lips against his. He took you into his embrace immediately. It was even better than you imagined.

Heavy breathe mingling, he gazed longingly at your soft flush face. Suddenly he took you into his arms, cradling you. He loved the feeling of your plush body upon him. Finding that you fit against him like a puzzle piece. His smile took on a more sinister quality. “Why don't we take this to a more comfortable location.”

Feeling him pull you closer, you settled fully in his grasp. If they thought you a bad employee, why not prove them right. Kissing him once again, you pulled back with a smirk. “Let's get out of here.”

Slipping away into the shadows, you couldn't help but revel in the chaos that followed in your wake.

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Die Trying

pairing: Peter Parker (Tom holland) x Fem!Reader

summary: The one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying.

word count: 2283

warnings: angst only a little comfort, major character death, not graphic but some gore

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"You're doing the right thing, Pete." Y/N said. The two were upstairs, sitting on the ground and watching all the so called 'villains' converse downstairs. Peter knew they had to figure out antidotes to villain's problems, but he wanted to take a moment with his girlfriend and calm down. There had been no room to breathe the past few days, and if he had a magic lamp his first wish would be to stop time.

"I know. I just wish it wasn't my problem." He knew that Y/N would understand, that she wouldn't think of him selfish. Peter had just had his world practically crash down on him, and he just wanted some time to be a normal teenager. It didn't seem like it would be happening anytime soon, though. Peter leaned his head against Y/N's shoulder, and she sighed as she reached up to brush through his hair.

"I do too. But you and I both know you're the only one that could do this." She turned to him as he lifted his head up, and she left her hand on his face.

"Cause I'm Spider-Man?" He asked, almost melting at the look she was giving him. She leaned in closer, their foreheads touching.

"Because you're Peter Parker." She told him. He could have died on the spot like that - he was surprised he didn't. He put both his hands on her face and pulled her close to kiss her. It was sweet and loving and everything Peter needed to get through this.

He could get through this.

Norman and Peter worked on cures while Y/N and May tried to be hospitable. They shared looks, worried someone would lash out at any moment, but for awhile everything was okay.

"Why do you want to go back?" Y/N asked Flint, the man made of sand. He was staring at a picture of Morgan that Happy proudly displayed.

"I have a daughter. I love her. I want to be there for her." Flint told Y/N, who nodded.

"We'll get you back." She put a hand on his shoulder, trying not to cringe when sand fell all over the carpet. Before she could say anything else, her name was being called by Peter.

"Yeah?" She called back, retracting her arm and turning. When Peter didn't say anything else, Y/N got up, walking over to the makeshift lab.

"I just need you to double check this formula. It's for Norman." Y/N smiled as she looked at the man, who smiled back. She made her way to the table, where she made sure all the ingredients were right.

"Um, there's one-"

"Hold on," Peter whispered, hand grabbing her waist. He was behind her, causing her to have to turn her head. He walked out of the lab, Y/N and Norman following. She wasn't quite sure what was going on with Peter, but he looked lost to the world as everyone called out his name. When he finally stopped, Y/N watched as he looked straight at Norman before webbing his hand to DUMME. Y/N's eyes widened as she watched May sneak out to grab the anti-serum.

"That's some neat trick, that sense of yours." Goblin growled, causing chills to fall down Y/N's body.

"Norman?" Otto asked, watching Goblin's head snap to the other villain.

"Norman's on sabbatical, honey." Y/N quickly moved to the lab, catching the serum as soon as May threw it to her.

"Go," May whispered, the two flinching as the arguing in the room got louder.

"There's something wrong with this! It may not work." Y/N muttered, but May shook her head as she walked toward Y/N.

"It's our best chance." The two turned as they heard fighting ensue, and Y/N quickly ran in.

"Go!" Peter yelled to them. Y/N and May both ran out the door and straight to the stairs, the noise from the fight getting quieter.

"The serum is missing the agent that caused him to turn into this! I don't know how well it will work if we give it to him like this!" Y/N yelled as they ran down the stairs as quickly as possible. She almost tripped too many times to count, but she had to keep going.

"It has to work!" May said, disregarding the odds. They were panting by the time they got to the lobby, which seemed to be in a terrible state. She saw Peter and Goblin fighting, and Y/N quickly ran forward as May stayed behind. As soon as there was an opening in the fight, Y/N took the chance.

"Peter!" She yelled as she threw the anti-serum. Peter caught it and turned to Goblin, sticking it in his neck in one fluid motion. Goblin's smile didn't change, however, and Y/N felt her blood run cold.

No.

"You didn't really think that would work, did you?" Goblin looked at Y/N. Peter tried to throw a punch, but Goblin threw a nasty hit causing Peter to fall to the side. She watched him stay on the ground, obviously too hurt from the previous battle to get back up. Y/N seemed frozen, only able to stare back at the villain. He began to fly away before grabbing something from his belt, but he was gone before she could see what it was. She moved forward as she watched Peter stumble to his feet, but he quickly turned toward the entrance once more. She looked, but couldn't see anything. Peter however was jumping forward, reaching out as she watched a small green bomb enter the lobby.

"No!" She screamed as Peter grabbed it and brought it close to him. She screamed his name and reached out, the spider on his back the last thing she saw before the bomb went off. The explosion was loud and knocked her off her feet, causing her to hit her head on the ground.

She blacked out for a couple moments before opening her eyes again, dark spots dancing across her vision. Her head was pounding, and she wasn't sure where she was yet. She shakily got up on her knees, not hearing anything except the ringing in her ears, before falling forward, not able to hold her own weight. She hit the side of her head again, and it confused her to hit the ground in silence. It knocked her back to reality, however, and her left ear now just sounded like she was underwater; it was almost more disorienting. She needed to see if Peter was okay, needed to know that he was okay. She crawled forward, trying to ignore the pain in her shoulder. It began shooting all the way down her arm, and she groaned as she fell forward, face hitting the ground for the third time. Her balance was shit with only one ear working, but luckily her left ear began to work and helped her get back up again.

She had to keep going.

"Peter!" She began coughing as she took in the smoke and dust, finally making it to where Peter was lying on the ground. She could hear slightly better now, but that paled in comparison to the state Peter was in. His eyes were closed, face expressionless. He was flat on his back, but one of his arms was pinned uncomfortably behind him. His suit had been blown to smithereens, even with the nanotech that had adorned his chest. The skin on the upper half of his body was burned, so bad it made her almost want to throw up. She had to look at his face, his peaceful face adorned with cuts and bruises, before she realized.

He was dead before she had even got there.

"No! Peter!" Y/N screamed, grabbing his shoulder and pulling herself up onto him. She put a hand on his face, barely staying up. "Please, please, please," Her tears ran down onto his face, making little marks among the blood and dirt. Her heart was racing so fast it was bruising her ribs, almost as if teasing the fact that Peter's heart would never beat again while her heart beat enough to power a factory.

Peter stayed still, and Y/N put a hand on his face as she tried to ignore the fact that Peter's open wound was pressing against her. She moved the hand that had been holding her up to his neck, checking for a pulse.

There had to be a pulse. He was Spider-Man. Spider-Man couldn't die. He couldn't.

"Run!" Y/N heard Happy's voice, and she looked up to see lasers cutting through the remaining dust. She squinted, her brain not able to comprehend what was going on. All she could think about was Peter's dead he's dead he's dead he's-

"Oh," May whispered as she kneeled next to Peter. Tears were streaming down her face, and Y/N felt her heart break again, the nausea coming up. May put a hand on Peter's face, pushing his hair away from his face and kissing his forehead before standing.

"Put your hands up!" She heard an officer yelling through a speaker.

"Come on," May put a hand on Y/N's back, and she shook her head.

"Peter," She muttered, tears falling off her chin now.

"I know, I know, but we have to go." May was hiccuping with sobs as she put her hands under Y/N, helping her up and pulling her away.

"We can't leave him here!" She screamed, letting out a screech as a warning shot went off. She let May lead her out the emergency exit, hearing the gunshots ring out as they ran down the street and into an ally.

It was then that she turned and dropped to her knees, leaning forward on her hands and throwing up. She heaved out breaths as she threw up everything in her stomach and then some. Her head pounded as she rolled over and closed her eyes, feeling the rain fall down onto her. At least God had the courtesy to feed into her pain.

"Y/N," May crouched next to her, a hand on her shoulder.

"He's gone, May. Gone," Y/N muttered, May barely hearing her. "I told him to help them. He didn't want to but I guilt tripped him." More tears fell back, since she was still laying down, but they blended into the rain that was now beating a her face.

"Hey, he did this because it's who he is. We both knew that he would give his life for what he thought was right. What he knew was right." May helped Y/N sit up, and together they cried.

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MJ and Ned had found Y/N in Central Park, shaking from emotion and cold. They had only known where she was by tracking her phone to underneath one of the many small bridges in Central Park. How she had gotten all the way there they didn't know.

"Y/N," MJ whispered, watching as Y/N turned slightly, face swollen and eyes bloodshot. MJ knew her face wasn't much better, but she was going through it with Ned and the others.

"Please, leave me alone." Y/N begged, turning back into her knees. She didn't want to talk to anyone now; she needed to go through this on her own first.

"We met people that can help you." Ned said, cutting to the chase.

"Stop," She shook her head, not looking up. Her friends turned to the other two Spider-Mans, who had been waiting a few feet away. Ned motioned for them to come over. "No one can help me right now. I really just need you guys to just go away!" She sobbed, and MJ put her hand on her shoulder.

"Y/N, please," She felt tears rolling down her cheeks, not knowing what else to do. How do you comfort someone who just lost their love? "We think they can help."

"Who?" Y/N cried, looking up at MJ. "There is no one that understands this right now." She hiccuped, breath catching as she continued to sob.

"We might." A man Y/N had never seen stepped closer, and her eyes widened as she looked at him. He had a suit similar to Peter's on, and Y/N felt chills run up her arms.

"Is this a joke?" She spat out, trying to stand. She was weak, however, and almost collapsed as soon as she stood. The two men lunged, but she moved away from them.

"We heard about what happened to Peter." The younger one said, and Y/N shook her head, her world spinning.

"You think this is funny?" Her voice was hoarse, and she felt the hurt surging through her.

"Let them explain." Ned begged, and Y/N felt more tears run down her rough space.

"I just lost," Her voice cracked, head turning away from everyone as she pressed her lips together, even more tears falling from her face. "When would I find this helpful?"

"Y/N," MJ started voice soft as she reached out. "They are Peter Parker. They're just from different universes. The universes that the people earlier were from." This made Y/N look over, eyes widening.

"What?" She whispered, turning to study the men next to her. They didn't look like Peter, not even what he would look like as an adult, so how could they be Peter?

"We were so sorry to hear about what happened to your Peter." The way he said it, her Peter. She broke down, shaking, and they slowly walked toward her until they were hugging her close, their suits pressing to her as she pulled them closer. They weren't her Peter, but they were versions of Peter, a way to keep his memory alive.

She would never have her Peter back again, but she had someone to help her mourn and that was enough for right now.

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[edith-hyde]

Norman Osborn X Female Reader

I Forgot My Umbrella - Part 43

Word Count: 2862

Summary: With the gala finally over, Norman drives you home. After everything, he finally finds the courage to say the three words you've wanted to hear. But trouble is on the horizon when Tracy does something stupid.

Warnings: Age gap. PG/PG-13.

A/N: In case it wasn't obvious by now, I have a lot of health issues and as of the moment they're really kicking my butt. However, the story must go on! I will do my best to work on the next chapter. Thank you all for your patience and for reading my story.

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The party went on for about another hour. You watched as people slowly left, saying their goodbyes to Norman as they went. You said goodbye to Tracy, MJ, and Peter and you were thankful they didn’t ask about Harry. However, Rosie did.

“Is everything alright?” Rosie whispered as she hugged you, “I saw Harry storm out of here…”

“I’ll tell you about it later,” you sighed, “Just know that… Harry knows about us now.”

Rosie’s eyes went wide for a moment and you gave a forced smile. As she gently patted your arm, she gave a sympathetic nod. With no other words, Rosie took Otto’s arm, and the two left you standing by the punch.

You were glad that you had planned the whole event, so it wasn’t strange for you to be the last person there with Norman. You helped the staff pack up the last of the food and were surprised that Norman joined you. The staff were equally as shocked, if not a little frightened. But they accepted the assistance all the same. Everything was packed up and put away by eleven.

“I am so glad it’s over,” you sighed as you walked with Norman out to the car, “It was fun, but also really stressful.”

“I promise to give you more than a few weeks' notice next time,” Norman said apologetically.

“I’d appreciate that.”

You arrived at the car and Norman opened the passenger door for you. You tossed your bag into the back and paused. It was then that you realized that you were still wearing the dress. Norman was also still in his outfit making the two of you quite the strange and sparkly pair. 

“Oh this is gonna be fun,” you laughed.

Gathering up your poofy skirt as best you could, you attempted to shove yourself into the car. Norman tried to help as well, pushing sections of the gown into place. It wasn’t too long before he was laughing as he futilely tried to get the dress out of the way of the door. He was practically down on his knees, face buried in a mountain of lace and fabric. His muffled laughter made you start cackling- a much needed stress relief. 

“I am so sorry!” you giggled, “Maybe I should go change?”

“The venue is already locked up,” Norman chuckled, “We’ll manage. Hold on.”

With one last push, Norman succeeded in getting the last of the fabric out of the way. He shut the door quickly and made sure nothing got stuck before getting behind the wheel. When he looked over at you, he couldn’t help the laughter that escaped. You looked rather silly with the skirt bunched up in your face, taking up every bit of space in front of you. It even spilled over into the driver’s seat.

“These dresses are impractical,” you huffed.

“Indeed they are,” Norman agreed, “It’s like a circus tent.”

“Certainly feels like a circus.”

On the drive home, you and Norman discussed how you might possibly tell your parents, now that Harry knew the truth. In the end, neither of you could come up with a good way to break the news to them.

“Let’s give it a few weeks,” you sighed, “After what happened with Harry….”

“Right…”

Norman shut off the car and quickly came around to your side to free you from the vehicle. He helped you out, making sure you wouldn’t lose your balance or trip on the excessive amount of fabric surrounding you. As he walked with you up to your apartment, you held his arm, absently resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Do you wanna come in for a bit? Have some hot chocolate?” You asked as you opened the door, “Tracy isn’t here. She probably went out for drinks or something. She and MJ seemed to have hit it off.”

“Make it a coffee and I’ll stay,” Norman smiled.

“Alright!” you laughed, “Just let me get out of this dress first.”

You disappeared into your bedroom, frantically trying to grab the zipper as you went. You hadn’t even got the door fully closed before you realized that the zipper was stuck. You did a few turns, glancing between your closet and the door. With your face burning, you left the room, gaining Norman’s attention who had just sat down. He gave you a quizzical look and you bit your bottom lip. 

“I… I need your help. The zipper is stuck.”

You turned your back to him to show him what you were talking about. You could barely reach the stupid thing in the first place and now it had to go and get stuck. Norman seemed amused by it, chuckling as he approached.

“What a wretched thing, holding you hostage.”

You felt his hands in your back, causing your face to burn even more. He fiddled with the contraption, being careful not to rip any of the material that had gotten stuck in the zipper. There was a bit of a pop as the fabric pulled free.

“There we go,” he whispered.

Norman unzipped the dress slowly, making sure nothing else got stuck. As you listened to the sound of the zipper, your heart quickened, making it hard to breathe. Norman finished, his hands lingered for only a moment before he stepped back. When you turned to face him, you saw the look on his face. His ears were burning a bright red and he couldn’t meet your eyes. His gaze remained on the dress that was sparkling in the dim light. 

“Thank you,” you murmured.

You weren’t sure why, but you couldn’t raise your voice above a whisper. Norman didn’t respond in words. Instead, he reached out and gently pulled up the shoulder of your dress that had started to fall, keeping you decent. 

“You best go in the other room,” Norman finally said.

“Yeah… I’ll be back.”

But you didn’t leave. You remained where you were, eyes glued to his. You didn’t have a reason or even a conscious thought as to why you weren’t going. But something kept you rooted in place. 

“You’re not moving,” Norman muttered as he took a half step towards you.

“No, I’m not… Sorry.”

He reached out and started fiddling with the necklace that rested on your collarbone. His eyes ran the length of your body as he spoke.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know…”

Norman chuckled, taking another step forward. You could feel his breath on your skin as he gently caressed the side of your face.  

“There’s no need to apologize,” he whispered.

Before you even registered what you were doing, you closed the gap between you. Grabbing his collar, you led his lips to yours and he went willingly. You felt the sensation of his fingers on your bare back like a lightning strike. But you didn’t move to stop him. A sigh escaped you and that seemed to snap Norman back into reality. He sucked in a sharp breath, moving to whisper in your ear. 

“Go. Before I do something I shouldn’t.”

 Norman took a long step back, bowed his head, and tucked his hands behind him.

His eyes came up to inspect you and your face burned like a brand. You immediately turned and fled down the hall, being sure to shut and lock your door. As you leaned against it, you tried to get your breathing under control. Now freed from his gaze, your heart was a jackhammer. You felt dizzy, your thoughts clouded in a haze. 

What were you just doing? 

With a deep breath, you escaped the dress, undid your hair, put up the jewelry, and pulled on some sweatpants with a t-shirt. Now out of that ridiculous outfit, you felt like yourself. But you were scared to go into the other room; scared to face Norman. For once, he had been the proper person. You on the other hand… You had no idea what that was all about.

“Get it together,” you groaned.

Leaving the safety of your room, you were shocked to find the room empty. As you looked around you found Norman standing out on the fire escape, a cup of coffee in his hands. You stepped out into the night to stand next to him in somewhat awkward silence. He had removed his gaudy jacket but still looked like he had stepped out of a fairytale with his poofy sleeves. 

“You look more comfortable,” he said casually. 

“Yeah… look about just now I’m-”

“No apologies necessary,” Norman cut in, “We both got a little carried away.”

“Yup…”

As silence found its place between you once more, Norman hesitantly reached over and pulled you to his side. You went willingly, resting your head upon his shoulder. The two of you stared off towards the ever busy city you called home. 

“I’m proud of you by the way,” you said after awhile. 

“Oh? What for? My self control a few moments ago?” 

“No,” you giggled, “For not getting angry at Harry. I know you’ve got a bit of a temper, but I think you handled it all really well. So I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you,” Norman said with a smile, “Good to know my efforts don’t go unnoticed.”

“I hope he doesn’t stay angry,” you sighed. 

“It may take him a while, but I’m sure he’ll come around. Just needs time. I hate how he found out, but now that he knows, I feel as though a weight has been lifted.”

“I’m glad you’re so optimistic about this for once. That’s rare for you.”

Norman chuckled at your observation. 

“Indeed it is. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from watching you, it’s that a little bit of hope goes a long way.”

Norman started curling locks of your hair around his fingers as he spoke. 

“Speaking of hope, what if I hosted a dinner party for your family and we announced our relationship then?”

Clearly he was still mulling over the problem of telling your parents. You’d much rather just leave it alone. 

“Yeah, no. I think… I need to tell them alone and in person.”

Norman scowled down at you.  

“You want to do it alone?”

“I think that’d be best,” you confirmed, “I’m not worried about my mom so much as my dad… If he gets it in his head that you’re using me or something…”

You shivered as you pictured the scene. The last thing you needed was your dad trying to deck your boyfriend. 

“Well, I just don’t want them finding out the same way Harry did,” Norman said sadly. 

“Me either…. Ugh! Why do I have to tell them anything?! It’s my life, dang it.”

You pulled away from Norman to lean on the railing. 

“As a parent, I’d want my child to tell me who they’re dating,” Norman said. 

You glanced back at him. 

“And how would you react if Harry was dating some older lady?”

Norman’s features scrunched as he thought. 

“Well depends… and truth be told, if you had asked me that last year, I would have had a very different answer.”

“What’s that mean?”

Norman now looked a little ashamed. He moved to sit against the railing as he stared into your apartment. 

“If the woman was wealthy and the head of a company that I thought would be useful to OSCORP, I would’ve supported him wholeheartedly. And if she was so much older than him, that was even better. She could die and leave him the company.”

You gaped at Norman as he tried not to make eye contact. He cleared his throat after finishing the last of his coffee. He stared into the cup, glaring at it as if it were an image of his old self. The self he clearly hated. 

“But, like I said, that would’ve been my answer last year.”

“And what would your answer be now?”

He smirked, eyes still on the cup. 

“I would ask him the same thing he asked me tonight.”

You arched an eyebrow at Norman as you stopped leaning and stood upright.

“And what did he ask you?” You questioned. 

Norman’s ocean eyes came to your face. He leaned down so that he was barely an inch from you. 

“Do you love her?”

Your eyes went wide. You knew the answer- of course you did. Every action leading up to this moment was evidence enough. But you still wanted to hear it from him. 

“What… what is the answer?”

Norman gently kissed you, his free hand resting on the side of your face. He barely pulled away to whisper. 

“Yes. I love you.”

——

Norman left shortly before Tracy arrived. She had clearly been drinking and you weren’t too happy with her when she threw up and missed the toilet. But, being the good friend that you were, you helped her clean herself up and get ready for bed. 

“You’re too pure for this world,” Tracy mumbled as she flopped onto the couch. 

“Thanks. I know.”

“Why can’t I find a guy like you, huh? Somebody who cares….”

“I think you need to stay away from dating for a while,” you suggested, “Give yourself a break.”

“Too late. Gotta date.”

You sat on the edge of the couch, befuddled. 

“You got a date? With who?”

“Who else?” she giggled, “My boyfriend, Dan.”

Your blood ran cold. 

“You did what?”

“Oh don’t go gettin all judgy judgy! He’s my boyfriend and I deserve to have a nice date! Told him to pick me up tomorrow.”

“Tracy, you broke up with him! He’s not your boyfriend anymore. Did you tell him where you’ve been staying?”

Tracy squinted at you, her foggy eyes barely registering what they were seeing. 

“What?”

“Tracy…. Did you tell Dan that you were staying here tonight?”

Tracy started to go to sleep and you gently shook her. 

“Tracy! Please. Did you tell Dan where you were?!”

“Maybe?! I dunno. I’m tired.”

With that, Tracy passed out. You sat frozen, unsure of what to do. Panic rose in your throat and you thought of all the horrible things that could go wrong. Would Dan show up here? Would he try anything? Should you call the police? 

Or were you overreacting?

Overwhelmed and unsure, you ran to the phone and dialed Norman’s number. You knew he wouldn’t be home yet, but you could at least leave him a message. However, as the phone rang, you felt a bit foolish. What was Norman going to do? Should you really bother him with this? 

Quickly you hung up the phone before Bernard or the machine could answer it. 

You told yourself that you were being silly. Everything would be fine. The Dan you knew wouldn’t try anything. 

He was all talk…. Right?

Unable to convince yourself, you made sure to lock your door and even slid your desk chair under the knob. You locked your windows and pulled the curtains shut. Still feeling unsafe, you sat on the floor under the phone. It didn’t matter how silly you felt for being scared of Dan- you were still terrified. Tracy had described some of his behavior from when he and Tracy were alone. You hadn’t really believed it because Dan never seemed like the type. Sure he was a brat, but was he really the type to hit his girlfriend? But apparently he was quite a heavy drinker and even when he wasn’t drunk, he made it his mission to belittle and overpower her. 

It just goes to show that you never really know someone until you’re alone with them. 

You were just starting to drift off into stressful dreams when the phone on the wall started ringing. You bolted up and grabbed the receiver. 

“Hello?” You asked in a confused tone. 

“Y/N?”

It was Norman. Glancing at the clock, you fingered he must’ve just gotten home. You felt a huge flood of relief. 

“Hey,” you sighed, “Thanks for calling…”

“Is there something wrong? Bernard said you called but hung up.”

You moved to sit on the floor and chuckled.

“It’s silly. I’m sorry I called.”

“Don’t be sorry. What’s wrong?”

You sent your eyes skyward as you tried to think of what to say. 

“It’s Tracy. Apparently she went out drinking after the party and when she got home she was totally wasted. And said that she called Dan and left him a message, asking him for a date. I’m scared that she told him where she’s staying. I don’t want Dan showing up here.”

“Do you really think he’ll do anything?”

“By the way Tracy talks about him? Yes. I guess he’s pretty violent.”

“I can come back over there tonight,” Norman declared. 

“No, no I don’t think that’s necessary…. But could you…. Could you come over in the morning?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be there.”

You smiled and felt the fear drain from you. 

“Thanks, Norman. I’m sorry I’m such a scaredy-cat.”

“It’s a great complement to my overprotective behavior.”

“Indeed it is,” you giggled, “Ain’t we a pair?”

“I'll be over there by ten,” Norman promised, “Go get some sleep.”

“I will… Goodnight, Norman. And thanks again.”

“Goodnight, my dear.”

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Doc Ock x Symbiote!Reader

→ Author’s Note: Requested this from another writer (that’s also really cool), and decided to also write my own version. No specified version of Ock, pre and post evil versions are mentioned.

→⚠ Warnings ⚠: unethical science,

→ Fandom: Unspecified

→ Genre: Headcanons

→  Pronouns: They/Them

The Backstory:

You were a scientist who worked on studying the organic matter samples Colonel Jameson had brought to earth. Unfortunately, one of those samples was capable of a lot more movement than originally believed.

Long story short: Some of it bonded with you, you quit soon after due to not wanting anyone to get suspicious then started working at Oscorp.

Pre Tentacles:

He, and almost every other co-worker, is a little bit curious about the fact that you quit your last job to work at Oscorp but drops the subject after the mention of an NDA (which wasn’t true)

Notices you talking to yourself a lot, but doesn’t question it much. Most of the scientists he works with have an odd habit or two.

You totally slip up and call yourself 'we' in a conversation, which he does bring up

"There's a perfectly reasonable explanation if you give me enough time to think of a lie."

On to the actual dating

You guys keep it on the down low and by that I mean absolutely nobody knows. He likes privacy

His love language is talking about his experiments and asking you about yours (and physical touch but that takes a while)

The symbiote makes the relationship difficult, especially because he doesn't know about it

You don’t ever tell him about the symbiote, the symbiote speaks for itself (literally, and to a disastrous extent)

He takes a while to process it, but once he does he shares his work on his tentacles

He tries not to think of the moral implications of the whole situation because he loves you and knows you wouldn't do harm intentionally (he is wrong)

Post Tentacles:

Ok so in most versions Otto goes missing for a brief time after the accident™

So what happens in this brief time?

Chaos. Pure chaos and fear

Not only are you distraught and angry but your symbiote also formed an emotional attachment

Absolutely no one gets a break. Criminals, civilians, co workers, Norman even Spider-Man

The streets are filled with nothing but fear and it stays like that until you get your Otto back

At which point:

Yay, evil power-couple time!

I mean what did you expect, you’re the host to a symbiote that eats people to survive and likes to commit crimes; there is almost nothing he could do that you either 1) haven’t already done or 2) had to literally fight yourself not to do

He changed after the accident, and it reminds you of when you first bonded with your symbiote. You try and be patient, knowing that he's still the same person, just with a different attitude and outlook on life.

With some communication skills being flexed, the relationship works out well

He also gains a new thing to be mad at the world about (Tabloids keep calling him a monsterfucker and so does your Symbiote)

It's that whole Roger and Jessica Rabbit thing except no one knows who's Roger or Jessica at any given moment.

You keep working at Oscorp to keep suspicions low and provide insider information

Yes, the suit makes you look very good - now do you want to be part of the Insidious Sinister Six or not?

You don’t want to fight Spider-Man head-on most of the time (much to the Symbiote's chagrin) so you agree to work with them, but not be on the team.

Anyway you end up kicking ass and now half the team is scared of you (Much to the Symbiote’s delight) (remember that episode in the 90s show were Venom Spider-Man almost kills Rhino and Shocker? Yeah you do something like that)

His ego may be nearing the size of the sun, but even then he’s slightly scared of what would happen if your symbiote gained full control. (Your symbiote likes him so his nerves are good, but still makes sure nothing happens that affects your memories)

Speaking of which he wants to do some - totally not evil because he loves you- experiments revolving around the Symbiote

Overall, the relationship is wholesome, if not unconventional.

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Bewitched Love : Peter Parker x Reader

Part 11

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Osborn cackled. “Norman's on sabbatical, honey”.

Max glanced around the room. “The hell?”

Peter squeezed y/n’s hand tightly. “You and May need to go,” he whispered pleadingly. When she shook her head, he sighed. “The Goblin...”

Osborn The Green Goblin looked over at Otto. “No more darker half?" he hissed.

Y/n let go of Peter’s hand as May moved closer to the kitchen. She didn’t want to draw attention to May’s movements, but she didn’t want to leave her unprotected either. “Cosmicus pallium invisibilitatis,” y/n whispered, flicking her fingers subtly toward May.

Peter heard y/n’s whispered spell and relief rushed through him when he noticed May’s figure disappeared.

“Did you really think that I'd let that happen?” The Green Goblin asked. “That I'd let you take away my power, just because you're blind to what true power can bring you?”

Y/n bit her lip as May’s figure began to reappear. She brightened the energy in her right hand to keep Green Goblin’s attention on her and Peter. Meanwhile, the twenty seconds of the spell’s duration had lapsed. Therefore, y/n repeated the spell, only in her mind this time since Green Goblin’s eyes were on y/n. She felt her panic lower when the spell picked back up to hide May once again.

“You don't know me,” Peter argued with Green Goblin, watching y/n through his periphery.

“Don't I?” Green Goblin asked, a shimmer in his dark eyes. “I saw how she trapped you, fighting her... holy moral mission,” he said cluelessly as

May returned to Peter and y/n’s side. “We don't need you to save us. We don't need to be fixed!” he shouted, facing Max. “These are not curses. They're gifts.”

Y/n shook her head as Max looked down at his drainer. It was only two bars away from removing all of his power. But y/n could tell Max was debating Green Goblin’s argument.

“Norman, no,” Otto pleaded.

Green Goblin rolled his eyes. “Quiet, lapdog”.

Peter swallowed thickly. “You don't know what you're talking about,” he said softly. Peter grabbed y/n’s hand as he kept his eyes on Osborn.

The Green Goblin smirked viciously. “I watched you from deep behind Norman's cowardly eyes. Struggling, to have everything you want, while the world tries to make you choose”.

“Y/n, get May and yourself out of here,” Peter ordered quietly.

Y/n squeezed Peter’s hand. “No, Peter-“.

“Please,” Peter cut her off. “I can handle them, you have to trust me.”

“Bu-" y/n frowned.

“Get her out of here and… have MJ hit the box,” Peter said.

Y/n was still hesitant to leave Peter. But, he was right. May needed to get out of here, as did the solutions she had thrown into her bag. “Once May is out, she’ll call MJ. I’m coming back,” y/n settled, squeezing Peter’s hand. She smiled softly when he nodded lightly in reluctant agreement.

Green Goblin continued with his manifesto. “Gods don't have to choose. We take.”

Peter nodded at y/n. “May... run.”

Y/n ran after May as Max removed the drainer from his chest. She told May the plan as they rushed to the elevators. However, they both halt as the power in the complex surges and then turns off. “Shit,” y/n whispered to herself before pushing May towards the stairs.

Y/n gripped May and closed her eyes as she focused on floating both of them quickly down the staircase. They quickly reached the ground floor, May staring at y/n in shock as she set her back down. As y/n shouts for May to rush outside, a thunderous sandstorm wraps around the building; trapping them inside.

Meanwhile, despite his best efforts, Peter struggled to gain the upper hand in his fight with Osborn. After being thrown through multiple windows, Peter finally managed to lift Green Goblin into the air. He quickly slammed Osborn down, sending them both through the flooring of that story and into a lower one.

Green Goblin smugly watched Peter struggle to hold him off. “Strong enough to have it all...” he mocked.

Peter stood, grabbed a piece of shattered building material and tossed it aggressively towards Green Goblin. His eyes widened and his heart sank when Osborn wasn’t phased. Instead, Peter was suddenly held in place by Green Goblin.

“...too weak to take it!” Osborn taunted, smirking at Peter squirming in his grip. He struck Peter, sending him flying back several meters.

Peter painfully rose from the debris. He took a deep breath and launched himself, leaping onto Green Goblin. Peter pinned him to the wall and punched him repeatedly. He could feel himself giving up when he noticed Green Goblin only smiled more with each punch.

Y/n groaned, her hands dropping to her side. She’d been trying to fight off the storm she suspected was driven by Electro and Flint. Only, she’d made no headway. Y/n sighed, she knew it would take her and Peter working together to get out of here. There was no power, so she couldn’t get a signal to call MJ and have her hit the box. She and May couldn’t leave the building unless they wanted to get swept up in the electric sandstorm. Meanwhile, y/n had no idea what Peter was facing.

May could sense y/n’s nerves. She smiled sympathetically and set her palms on y/n’s shoulders. “Sweetie, breathe,” May nodded, “you and Peter can do this. Go, find him”.

Y/n bit her lip. “Peter said to get you -" she argued.

May laughed lightly. “I’m sure. I’m sure he also said for you to leave as well. Which we all know isn’t going to happen," she smirked. "I’m fine, go,” May smiled.

Y/n scanned the room as she debated what to do. She noticed a pile of rubble that would offer a decent shelter. Y/n looked at the ceiling above the pile and saw most of the building in that area had already collapsed; meaning May couldn’t get crushed under it should something happen.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” y/n said, regaining her composure. She grabbed May’s hand from her shoulder and ran towards the corner. Y/n guided May behind some of the debris, ensuring she’d be hidden should one of the villains enter while y/n went to find Peter. “Don’t move, stay quiet, please,” y/n pleaded. She handed May her phone. “If the power comes back on, try to text MJ or Ned. Don’t call, you’ll need to stay quiet. But text them to hit the button,” y/n advised.

“Y/n,” May sighed, grabbing y/n’s hand again. “I’m not going to have them hit the button, everything will be fine,” she argued. May shook her head at y/n’s resistance. “Go,” she urged, “I’ll stay silent and behind here. Go”.

Peter froze in shock when Osborn laughed manically in his face. Peter resumed hitting Green Goblin a few more times, but in Peter’s brief pause he’d unpinned himself. Osborn spun and struck Peter, sending him crashing through yet another floor. Osborn watched Peter from the whole he’d sent him through before he walked off.

Y/n found Peter quickly. She noticed he was crushed by the rubble from Green Goblin. Y/n ran to him, squeezing the hand that wasn’t trapped in the rubble. “What hurts the most?” She asked, starting to pull pieces off the rubble away by using her blue energy to lift them up and move them to the side.

Once Peter was free, he thanked y/n. “Where’s-".

“She’s safe. Where are you hurt?” Y/n asked.

Peter sighed weakly. “I’m fine, are y-".

“Peter,” y/n sighed, pointing to the blood on his uniform.

Peter nodded reluctantly. “Mostly my back and ribs,” he admitted, electing to not explain that it was because he’d been body slammed through countless floors.

Y/n nodded. She spun Peter around and placed one hand on his rib cage and one hand on his back. Y/n closed her eyes and visualized the tension and pain leaving Peter’s body. She felt her hands warm and once they cooled again, she lowered them. “Better?”

Peter nodded. “Thank you,” he breathed, tugging y/n’s hand towards him. Peter did another quick scan of her to ensure she was okay. Still only seeing minor scrapes, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “How did you get her out? Electro and-".

Y/n bit her lip. “I couldn’t,” she admitted hesitantly. “Yet. The storm is surrounding us,” y/n explained guiltily. “I have her in a safe, hidden, place. But, Peter, I’m sorry, I didn’t know how else to-".

Peter shook his head, “shhh”. He breathed deeply, his breath hitting the top of y/n’s head. “I would’ve done the same,” Peter reassured her. “Listen, now that Osborn left and I can move again, I’ll distract Electro and Sand Man,” He suggested, staring into y/n’s eyes. “You and May use that time to run, okay?”.

Y/n visibly hesitated. “Peter, I’m okay with helping to get May out, but-".

Peter sighed. “Once she’s out, if it seems like I need help,” he paused. “And it is safe to do so, you can come back and help, deal?”

Y/n nodded, giving Peter a sympathetic and slightly worried smile. She took a deep breath as Peter pulled her in for a tight hug. “Be careful,” he whispered to her. “You too,” y/n sniffed, squeezing him one last time.

Peter gave Y/n a thankful nod before she ran to take care of May. He took a deep breath and broke out a window before he climbed outside. Peter groaned when he noticed he wasn’t going to get much of a break.

The lizard guy had seen Peter and grabbed him. “I told you there'd be consequences!” He chided. The lizard man flung Peter back inside the building through a different window before he scurried away.

Peter took one last deep breath as he came face to face with Osborn again. The breath of air didn’t last long as within seconds the Green Goblin had tossed Peter against the hallway's ceiling. Before Peter could even react, Osborn lifted him and once again body slammed Peter into the floor. Only this time, they both crashed through the flooring; falling several stories.

Y/n helped May up from her hidden position. When the sandstorm lessened slightly, y/n took that as her sign to get May out. It wasn’t quite the plan, but she could feel the darkness of Osborn more; as if he was getting closer to her and May. They were halfway to the lobby door when the ceiling near the door came crumbling down. Y/n pulled May behind her protectively, her hands blazing with her cosmic rays as she tried to see through the dust.

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[A different kind of hero]

Warnings: attempted murder, destruction of public property, ?? not sure of anything else.

info: Tension grows as anxiety rises.

A/N: Oh, I finally updated with a new chapter! A happy early birthday from me to all of you.

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[Chapter 4]

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Oscorp. Once again, you are here. And once again, your senses are ringing. A buzz thrumming at the back of your mind, the unease you usually felt now overpowering, making you feel a little ill, but you persisted. Now, standing near the building’s doors, you watched as people went in and out casually, not a worry at all. The lack of any sign of danger was eerily unsettling as the buzz continued.

Pushing your way into the lobby, you took a look around. You had never been inside Oscorp before, well, not properly. To be in a place like this was not something you ever thought you’d find yourself. Gazing around at the people walking to and fro, scientists and office workers passing through glass doors, small groups littered around chatting around the impressive fountain at the center and greenery which hung by the walls and from the ceiling. Your heart picked up its pace, frantically looking around the lobby for where to go, yet forced to speak with the receptionist. A young woman around your age gave you a smile as you strode over to her desk, the area of which had snail stickers, a snail paper weight, and complimentary candy.

“Excuse me, uhm.. Do you..” you racked your brain quickly for an excuse that could get you past the barriers you figured were in place, “Do you know where the bathroom is?” Nice.

The woman appeared surprised for a moment, but merely smiled with a slight chuckle and stood up, a snail pin catching your eye for a moment as the googly eyes on it rattled. You turned your gaze back to the receptionist and looked to where she pointed. In the back corner to the left. You thanked her and headed over briskly.

Spotting the elevators down a nearby little hall, you wasted no time in taking a lift. Ducking away from the restroom as soon as a large group of businessmen walked by and seeing the receptionist looked away to speak with someone else. You slip inside the extravagant doors and press the button for the highest floor.

Anxiety building as each floor passes, awkwardness and a need to cry, but you focused on breathing, an attempt to keep you calm. You didn’t need to panic, you didn’t want to panic. The buzz in your head only got stronger as you continue your ride up and up and up. You were definitely close.

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Weeks.. Otto had been cooped up in that hospital for weeks. The incessant sensation upon his spine from the harness has been eating away at his patience, as was his own mind. He could not stop thinking, stewing on his life. The bullies growing up, the mean kids in school, and now his ever brutal ex-boss. It all came to a boiling point. He'd had enough. He was going to do something to put an end to this mistreatment. The cruelty he endured his whole life.

He was sick of it.

These thoughts played in his mind, fueling his seething hatred for Norman Osborn as he made his way through the lobby. The actuators tucked under the coat he grabbed somewhere along the way, hidden from sight, not wanting to attract much attention as he went to get on the elevator.

Halfway up, his actuators grew restless, clicking, ticking, rising up from under his coat. The itch and buzz at his lower back growing steadily as he neared his stop. He wrung his hands together for a moment, looking around the metallic walls of the lift. Bringing his gaze back down to one of the actuators he lifted a hand, the end of the actuator resting in his palm as he watched in thought.

“Osborn felt jealous of these.. a lack of profit he could have made from my own genius.. If he wants these things so bad.. Fine.” the elevator dinged.

“I’ll give them to him.”

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Norman stood by his desk, listlessly looking over a few papers sprawled out on it, documents, reports, swirling a small glass of coffee in hand. Like a well oiled machine everything was running smoothly and according to plan for his company. Products made, money made. It almost put a smile to his perpetually bitter face. His mood turned to annoyance, however, when an unscheduled knock came to his office door.

He specifically stated not to be disturbed for the next 3 hours.. there shouldn’t be anyone here.

Swirling his drink in hand and taking a sip, he waited. After a moment of silence Norman walked over to the door, muttering in annoyance. As he arrived he heard one more knock and he answered through it.

"Who's there? I'm extremely busy and asked to be left alone!"

Silence again.. but then--

"Really? I recall this being your usual break time, Norman."

That familiar voice which called back from behind the door.. It couldn't be.

Norman quickly sat his drink down on a nearby decorative desk and gripped at the door's handle. In one violent motion he cranked and yanked the gold trimmed mahogany wood open to face what he never thought he'd see again.

"Otto?" He couldn't believe his eyes, he should have been dead! Fear and dread are not what arose in him, but anger. Boiling and brimming. The audacity to survive and still be alive..!

"Oh? So you do know my name. For what reason do you have to be saying it now? No petty little insults or cruel nicknames? I'm sure you have plenty locked away in that ugly little head of yours, Osborn. I’ve heard plenty working here.. towards me, towards others.. towards your own son--"

"Shut it." Norman spoke up, venom dripping from his words, "Get out of my office or I will call the authorities on you. We can all pretend that none of this happened, that you didn’t steal from me and cause expensive damages from that altercation you caused--"

Otto fumed, hands clenching as Norman spoke. Every word was like nails on a chalkboard, grating and droning. The lack of remorse so clear and evident on his face and in his tone. He gritted his teeth and hissed.

"Me? I'm afraid you are gravely mistaken, Osborn. It's not me who is in the wrong here." He stepped closer as he spoke, his tone threatening, as he stepped closer his actuators made themselves known. The glowing, pulsing lighted limbs snaked out from under the coat Otto wore, the ends flaring out and writhing.

He stops.

"It's you."

Before Norman could fully react an actuator lunged toward him, purposefully missing him by mere inches as it slammed into the desk behind him. Norman flinched, his own anger building at the levels of audacity Otto had to be doing this. He stood up straight and marched over toward the shorter man, standing his own ground in his own domain.

"What? Was that supposed to scare me? Even now you can't do one simple job right. Tell me, Otto, why is it that I fired you? Surely you've got a brain in there somewhere to figure that out."

Otto didn't respond, another actuator, instead, shot out, aiming for Norman's legs, trapping him. "What are you doing?!" Norman's words were ignored as the limb curled tighter and tighter uncomfortably to his waist. Lifting him from the ground slowly, Norman’s shouting increasing, demands to be put down among insults thrown at him.. Otto’s head fell towards the floor with a harsh stomp of his boot.. and all in a moment, Norman was slammed into the farthest wall. Norman felt the wind nearly get knocked out of him by the impact, his head rebounding from the force. Otto’s voice now booming, a drastic change from his usual anxious stutter that was nowhere to be heard. All his anger and rage that had built up over the years now finally being released in one violent outburst.

“YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!”

“Fired, killed, what difference does it make--” Norman tried to speak, always trying to have the last word, yet was unable to get much out as he watched Otto approach. A step, two, three-- a few was all he took before he lifted himself by two actuators, hovering just a little above his old boss. The third and final actuator raised itself, the end of it twisting and opening up as it drew close to Norman’s head, revealing a welding device inside the glowing pit at its center. As it began to glow ever brighter, Norman could feel the heat emitting from it, tensing at the anticipation of what is soon to come.

“That’s enough out of you! For too long I have hobbled around doing as you’ve told, being berated and belittled. I have worked harder than anyone else in this forsaken company and all I get out of this is an attempt on my life! For what?! And it’s not just me, either! Oh, no, everyone else is miserable here! And yet, I was singled out among all the rest to be the sick and abused pet of yours! Well, I’m DONE dealing with all of this! I can’t take it any longer! I CAN’T STAND YOU, NORMAN OSBORN!”

Otto accentuated his belted anger with the slamming of the welding actuator into the wall near Norman’s head, the core sending singed papers flying, frames shattering and clattering to the floor. Norman flinched and jerked away in surprise, looking at the destruction, bits of wall falling away as the actuator removed itself and turned to face him, and although it was a foot away, the heat it let off felt as though it were only inches from him. He turned his head, brows furrowed tightly, glaring at his insubordinate ex-employee as though he wasn’t the one seconds from death. He opened his mouth to shout, but Otto spoke up before he could.

“I will not allow someone like you to continue to ruin my life, or anyone else for that matter. I will succeed where you failed, Norman.” The actuator reeled back, the ends curling into a threatening display, the core glowing hot white, the atmosphere around it warping from the intense heat.

“CONSIDER THIS A MERCY--!”

“What the--?!”

Otto paused, noticing Norman’s attention was jolted mid-speech towards something behind him. He turned around to see what it was that had taken Norman’s attention away, actuator following in sync. There, he saw a peculiar sight. A young person in a tan sloth onesie, a puffy green vest, and a bag was standing awkward, having just been spotted in the middle of sneaking around for who knows what reason. Their face was covered awkwardly by two masks, obscuring their identity. What on earth were they doing here? No one should have been up here!

You were frozen, like a deer in headlights as all eyes in the room were drawn to you despite your attempt to remain silent and out of view. You tried to assess the situation, figure out what to do, but from the sounds of it, it looked like far too big of a problem for you to deal with. You could only stand stiff with fear, watching as Otto lowered himself and sent a free actuator over toward you before walking closer just a couple of feet. The actuator bobbed around, floating around you.. almost as if it was examining you.. The finger-like tips were spread, allowing the camera at its core to see clearly, you followed it with your eyes as it twirled, making note of the small shutter shrinking as though squinting.

“Who are you? No one is supposed to be here, not now--” Otto spoke, his anger faltering into annoyance of being interrupted at such a critical moment. A small hint of possible familiarity in his mind as he tilted his head and squinted his eyes at you.

“Uh.. I-I’m..” Your voice was small and meek, trembling with uncertainty, a panic at having to speak. Luckily, you were spared your impromptu spotlight as Otto started to speak again. Unluckily, however--

“It doesn’t matter. Not now--” Otto growled and rubbed at his temples as though a headache had been forming. He looks back up at you, an anger in his eyes. The actuator that had been eying you reeled back, that familiar buzz in the back of your mind returned and you reacted before it lunged. Narrowly avoiding the tentacle-like device as it slammed into a cabinet behind you. You glanced back to see it change path and target you once more.

“Now where do you think you’re going?!” Otto shouted, sending another actuator your way.

“I-I’m not here to fight you! I didn’t come here to cause trouble!” You called back, jumping and dodging the swift limbs trying to swipe at you as you ran around the room.

"If you didn't come here for any of that, then why DID you come here?! I can't have anyone interrupting this!" Otto replied with a growing frustration, his actuators still chasing you as his eyes followed, locking onto your agile form.

You took a few moments to respond, focusing hard on not getting grabbed. Your mind buzzing relentlessly as the limbs kept swiping far too close for comfort. You ran around Norman's desk, ducking down behind the large mahogany colored leather chair before finally speaking up again. Your nerves alight with adrenaline and moderate fear.

"I'm here 'cause I saw the destruction at the hospital-- I-I wanted to know if you were okay-- I don't want anyone to get hurt!" You panted, still not used to exerting yourself so much even despite the boosted stamina that came from your still freshly gifted powers.

Otto was confused, and more so, he was growing more annoyed by the minute. You wanted to know he was okay?

"Don't patronize me. I don't know who you are or why you would even care. You are being a nuisance interfering right now!" He spat.

"But I'm no--" You tried to speak but were cut off by another close swipe of an actuator that snaked its way to your hiding spot. You managed to dodge and slide your way towards the large window that sat just behind Norman's desk. Standing still, your heels tapping the wall just below the window as you eyed the actuator as it rose back up again. You didn't really have any means of escape.. except for the window.. but it was closed.

"I will not say this again." He stepped closer to the desk, the actuator curling itself around the chair behind it, raising it up.

"JUST LEAVE ME BE!"

And just like that, the window was shattered. The chair having been thrown right through it with you narrowly dropping down and out of its trajectory. Shrieking as you fell back to the floor.

"I-- I-I can't-- I-I can't let you just kill someone! P-Please--" Your pleas were frantic, spilling from you like cubes of ice clattering to the floor.

"..You. You don't want me to kill Norman Osborn?" He was almost taken aback, seeing red at this point. Gripping at his head with a boiling rage, his actuators lifting him up as he continued.

"If you 'can't let me kill' him, then you will be the FIRST to go!" And with that, he lunged forward. The actuators smashing into the desk without a care.

You scrambled to your feet and assessed the window as he spoke, your senses picking up on an impending doom. Spotting an open window a few floors down and a window cleaning platform just below. You inhaled sharply to try and calm your nerves in vain over the height you saw. The smashing of the table startled you, whipping your head around just to see and feel the sleek and slender tentacle ram into you.

You couldn't react fast enough to even make a sound.