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auroramoondrop · 2 years

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Random modern headcanons for Sevika

Mentions: mention of death, smut, fluff, slight angst, soft Sevika, switch Sevika, funny shit between y'all, etc.

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^Sevika would 100% use her role as an excuse to visit Piltover's expensive casinos with her girlfriend.

^She is so cute cause she is SO excited, going against rich squibs with big egos. With her hot ass arm candy on her lap encouraging her.

^Sevika thinks you look hot when playing the arcade slots. However, nothing beats when you're playing black Jack. She is your personal slut when you play. (If she didn't have a reputation you would make her sit in your lap or sit on the ground with her head nuzzling your inner thigh like the big bad dog she is-)

^When she isn't at work or playing poker, she's at home with you doing whatever y'all can find.

^Both of you can be hard gamers, your favorites to play with each other would be Resident Evil 8, Genshin impact (she wasn't interested until you showed her, only liked the women in there and occasionally the cute monsters she had to slaughter like the slimes),

^Loves Lady Dimitrescu, has those fucking mods where she is in lingerie or something.

^Sevika is the female version of Heisenberg, literally laughs at everything he says and says his mutated form is the most badass one.

^Bullies Moreau, she's so mean to him. Says every insult she could think of when she's trying to avoid acid being thrown at her. Sevika wants to drop kick Angie's annoying ass, one time when Angie jumps scared her, she made a high-pitched scream, and she threatened you not to ever talk about it while your wheezing over her flushed face.

{You nuzzle yourself into your girlfriend's neck, inhaling her scent. A sudden annoying voice announces herself; 'Oh, you're still alive, huh?' A short high pitched scream comes from the woman startling you. She pauses the game and silence.

"We will never talk about thi-," you started to laugh seeing her face so dark with an irritated stare. You kiss her reassuringly as she holds you closer hiding her face.}

^She is a whale on Genshin, her damage is fucking amazing, the best of the best artifacts and weapons. She will remind you to play with her when domains are open to see which characters need what.

^Loves going to secret sceneries with you, maybe shooting fireworks in that one event with the heart-shaped ones with both of your favorite characters. I hc her favorite is Rosaria and yours is Ganyu.

^Gets extremely jealous if you win 50-50 pity and she doesn't, she might have played a long time but man does she want Raiden Shogun (I have her but sadly haven't built her yet-), y'all can destroy the battlefield with Sevika's Zhongli and your Raiden Shogun.

^Shes the girlfriend we all love that farms for you if you dont want to, makes food for you, fights bosses and domains for weapons and artifacts, and does some challenging events for you. She was shocked about your shit but surprisingly good build, you don't understand stats well so she makes sure to help you.

^Sevika plays scary games for both of your entertainment though you both almost piss your pants- (it has happened before but that's a conversation for later)

^FNAF was a hellish nightmare to play cause how she gets mad at Foxy for running, Springtrap for being a creep, Nightmare Fredbear for being a bitch, Ballora's million 'aborted babies' as Sevika calls them, and Sundrop sounding like a predator in her words.

^Oh this bitch hates Balloon boy, threatens to deck him every time she sees him.

^Her favorites are: Foxy (love-hate relationship), Mangle, Marinette, Springtrap cause he in your words is just like her but worse, Plushtrap (her son), Ennard, and Monty and her is literally the same person change my mind.

^Has teared up about the sad storyline, also when she thought about her playing the first game to the last. (It would be half of her adulthood)

^Loves movie nights! Sevika always gets excited jumping into comfortable clothing, soft pillows and warm blankets, many many snacks and drinks, and a variety of movies to choose from.

^She doesn't care what movies she really watches, only wants to hold you and plant your face with kisses. Maybe soft make-out sessions that make her cheeks burn after. (If she's really happy she squeals and it's so cute)

^Sevika loves horror films to make fun of, sometimes it can scare her. Any horror movie involved with dolls will involve her clutching you and declining profusely that she isn't scared. If she does get scared, she will hide herself in your neck.

^You would hold her and give her a comforting make-out with you cradling her face. Sevika might get a little aroused and submissive, take that chance to go behind and fuck her with the strap earning you whines and moans. (The Scoop Me Up position so you can hold her close, this is the intimacy she craves a lot)

^She likes Tim Burton movies, family comedy movies like Over the Hedge and Chicken Run, seasonal movies, and maybe Digimon since you love it. (She bullies you on how it's the rip-off version of Pokemon. Once she watches it, she's invested, if you don't have the whole series, she will get it for you. Will without a doubt sing the intro with you)

^THIS WOMAN WOULD ADORE WHITE CHICKS. Sevika would be choking on her Assult Monster energy drink when Terry and the car meme come on.

^Sevika doesn't wear anything feminine in public, but in private, she enjoys wearing a few clothes out of her usual attire. She wears some nightgowns to see you ogle at her and worship her, she has 3 sets of lingerie, a dark navy blue, a dark orchid purple, and an obsidian black.

^She owns a dark magenta sundress that she was embarrassed to show you but after she got comfortable, you would catch her looking at herself in the mirror taking pictures. (Sevika gets flustered knowing you were behind her though she carries you in her big arms and goes to cuddle)

^Acts like she hates when you put make-up on her or dress her up, she really fucking loves it and is surprised she hasn't got on one knee yet. (She will ;)

^Music taste is all over the place, mostly rock like Halestorm, Aerosmith, Alt-J, and Siamés, she loves metal, some hip-hop like icp, alternative indie, won't mind Jazz if the mood is like the song Speakeasy by ernst, and R&B.

^Doesnt seem like the country kind of person? Oh, yes she is. Singing Carrie Underwood to the top of her lungs or some other shit. It grows on you eventually. The reason she likes it so much is because when Vander, Benzo, and Silco we're alive, Vander and Benzo and her would sing drunkenly while Silco hummed the songs. To her, it was good memories and if Vander and Benzo didn't show her country she wouldn't have liked it.

^Sevika goes to concerts when she is able to, mostly rock or metal concerts, you will be on her shoulders and if a brawl pit happened, you would be taken far away from it while she goes back and joins it. (Every concert it happens and bands love her so they give her free stuff and talk to her sometimes. She also gets a lot of injuries depending on the severity which you take care of her with a scowl.

{ "I can not believe you sometimes!" You said with a scowl, Sevika only chuckles wrapping her arm around you.

"Come on babe, it's not as bad the last one. Besides, we got some free merch from my title, and your favorite snacks." She howls with laughter when you punch her arm, saying ow in the process with how built she was. "Careful, doll, I need my little nurse in tip-top shape to care for me."

Rolling your eyes she keeps snickering, sliding into your truck after she had opened it for you, (2022 Ram 1500). Sevika got in on her side and started the car, pulling out of the drive way, her hand resting onto your thigh when she was on the road. An idea popped into your head,

"This little nurse must make sure you don't hurt yourself anymore, I think something more than just bandages is required..." You took her hand and put it on your inner thigh, you hear her slight gasp that turned into a loud groan. Her warm flesh hand gripped hard on the supple flesh, causing whimpers to interrupt your throat.

"Oh, I think I really need something more miss nurse, I haven't been healing properly..."}

^This woman has a emotions like a stone wall sometimes, killing people and having to watch the people you used to talk to, die at your hands, the same people you probably once greeted in respect. Watching Zaun be at it's worst than before, it slowly kills her like a plague

^You can tell when she is overwhelmed and sad cause she becomes too quiet and says a low 'I'm fine', you would ask her a couple more times before she tells you to leave her alone. Sevika would snap at you and yell at you to leave, but, she regrets it after seeing tears, she realizes you're scared to leave her with her thoughts.

^Once you both calmed down and approach the topic again, she only looks at you for a short moment and bawls, you hold her while she grips on you for dear life and sobs into your chest. Sevika would tell you what's on her mind, cuddle her, kiss her forehead, and tell her stories even if it's boring, she would fall asleep on top of you.

^Miss girl can. Not. Handle. Spicy. Shit.

^Lets say you are a spice lover, you build your spice tolerance and can eat super spicy stuff. She can handle max at Buffalo wings, even then it's too spicy. You had challenged her to try Kimchi with you and it didn't go as well.

{ You sigh contently, Kimchi was like your comfort food, you had Hawaiian rolls to dip it in. While you were enjoying yourself, your girlfriend was not.

"BABE IM GOING TO VIOLENTLY THROW UP FUCKING FIRE!" Sevika screamed across the house making you laugh hard, she tried water, vanilla milk, and now the black cherry ice cream.

She walked into the living room with a runny nose and tears, the spice was unreal and Sevika swore her organs would melt. She sat down beside you with her ice cream, she looked cute all pouty.

"It's not fair, I want to enjoy this shit but my fucking tastes buds are sensitive. Have my leftovers." She slides the bowl to you, you kiss her swollen hot lips, Sevika hummed cheerfully.}

^Late night talks are something precious to her, you can talk about things you would never tell anyone else. Sevika talks about her past, her dad, her adopted siblings, her mother, Vander Benzo, Mylo and Claggor. Her deep regrets could kill her.

^She loves when you just listen and map her face. She will also listen to your story, Sevika could cry hearing the shit people put you through.

^If you start crying she is immediately pushing you against her, hushing you with soft affrimations. Sevika understands this pain, she knows how monsterous people can be, and be damned if she could kill every soul that had hurt you.

^Now let's be honest, you both are very open and have no privacy, Sevika thought she had some dignity and respect. But, oh boy when you came into her life, nothing was private. Her little wifey ass, yes you, would bust open the bathroom door while she is trying to use the restroom. She would throw anything in her reach at you to get out.

^It can be her showers, her changing, her doing paperwork, you don't care. You'll just come up and talk about whatever's on your mind, if it's when she is getting out of the shower, you are sitting on the toilet ranting on about your boss not giving you vacation days when it's near Christmas, you'll then stop to admire your girlfriend with a quick comment, 'double cheeked up on Saturday baby? Fine as hell, Vika.' You go back to what your talking about while Sevika carries you to lay in bed. (Dont worry she's listening, she will definitely have a talk with your boss as in life or death)

^Sevika is the same, there's just no privacy, if you're changing or you were caught naked, the wholesome part is her thoughts aren't about sex. Rather, she wants to cling to you and hold your body to a throne. She will leave if you ask but don't think she won't come back.

^If you are clothes shopping, the store is going to hate the both of you. You and Sevika are trouble-makers, if she sees a basket full of 'balls', she's jumping in and some of the balls will escape the basket. Is also disgusted if you make a joke about her being straight.

{The utter disappointment on the worker's face was visual once you and your girlfriend walked in, you look at her and grab her face with both hands.

"We are just shopping for clothes, no funny business Sev." She sneered and put her hands up in a mocking surrender.

"That's the plan baby." You both knew something might happen, Sevika grabbed a grocery cart and she had the mischievous look in her eyes.

"If you fall im going to laugh hard." She looked to you, the back at the cart, she started to speed walk, then sprint, her feet off the floor and leaning her body weight on the cart. She loses her grip. Sevika's face before doom was so fucking funny, her eyes bulging out of her head and mouth agape.

"SHIT-!!" Unfortunately, she caught herself. She was panting from fright. You on the other hand were giggling madly.

"Dumbass! Stop acting like a child and be a responsible adult for once Sevvy." Sevika flipped you off while you still had a wide grin on your face.

On the trip to the clothing aisle, you see an assortment of balls in a large holding basket. An brilliant thought came to mind, looking towards your girlfriend absorbed in a child's toy, your face softens.

Sevika didn't get a lot of toys when she was little, they were too pricey so she watched other kids, mostly topside kids, play. You were definitely going to buy the toy in secret later.

"Hey Sevika." Your tone is delicate, her head flips to you. She hummed in question. "I dare you won't jump in that ball basket!"

She looks ahead of her to see it, she side-eyes you. "Thought you said stop acting like a child and be a responsible adult?" You pout, with your bottom lip puckered out and sad eyes, she lets out a girly laugh and looks back.

Sevika starts charging toward the basket, jumping in. Half of the balls escape and hid behind your cart from being hit. You fall to the ground completely and start howling into fits of giggles, she wouldn't do this shit for anyone except you. That's what made her soft.

After some struggle and with your help she gets out of the basket, you kiss her nose and whisper,

"Damn Sevika I didn't know you have a love for balls, im surprised." She scowls and crushes you in a bear hug.

"Shut the fuck up, you know I love that useless hole of yours, babydoll." You whimper and hid yourself in her neck, she chuckled lowly.

"I guess I'll make the exception, if you use the strap on me tonight." Sevika eagerly nodded and pulled you into a hard kiss, lustfully dangerous.

She pulls back and pulls you into the clothing sections. You start grabbing everything you'll think you and Sevika will like, throwing them into her arms.

"And the only balls I like are on your chest." You pause and look back at her reddened face, you pull her face down to give her kisses on her red-dusted cheeks.

"Sure, darling."}

^You did get her the child's toy. She almost cried, she also bought you a choker matching to hers.

^Sevika would be so excited about the machinery, the toy was of a robotic puppy that can act exactly like a dog. It can also speak so you can talk to it like a person.

^She was delicate to build it, you had to put it on charge and the next morning when you told Sevika it was done, she ran like a child on Christmas morning. You named the dog Bimo! (Pronounced BMO) (Should I make a one-shot of her and Bimo interacting?)

^If you have any holidays you want to celebrate, she'll make sure you get it. Sevika doesn't mind celebrating or not with other holidays however, the one she will only ask to celebrate is Día de Los Muertos, The Day of the Dead.

^Ever since she was a toddler, her family encouraged to celebrate the holiday. Sevika lost a lot of friends, family, and comrades. She would put on the face paint and go to Piltover to get flowers to set on all the graves that had died for Zaun or other causes. Nobody knew much about the holiday until you told everyone that Sevika done it, then half of Zaun celebrate it.

^Silco was the one who planned a huge party every year dedicated to Día de Los Muertos. He done it to thank Sevika for her hard work and to honor those who died for Zaun's cause. She was thankful that you told everyone, not saying it of course, but her actions proved it.

^Sevika had a Boston Terrier named Benji, after an incident that lead him to his death, you surprised her with another named Andromeda who was a Papillon. She is a crazy fluff ball and brings Sevika joy.

^She'll never admit it however, one day she wants to settle down with you and start a family. When she was younger she didn't because she didn't want to treat her child like she was treated. As time went by, she found the perfect wife, you, she thinks she's ready for one.

^You and her pick out names for the child, how you will raise it, what school, and other opportunities you can save money for. You have everything figured out but you both need Zaun better to achieve your dreams.

^Sevika really loves you, she is working on saying it more but her actions really show it.

Hope you love the hc cause I sure as hell did. Hope you all have wonderful day!

Goodbye my Stardroplets! Aurora out!

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laciefuyu · 1 year

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NXX Feat FFXIV

(aka I am blasting my niche)

Apologize in advance for long text LOL

People who follow me before my new obsession aka Tears of Themis definitely know I keep using FFXIV quotes for my Jedi gifset (which I will willingly attest that it has some of the best writing in the media.)

Anyway if I didn't make it my niche aka Tears of Themis x FFXIV that won't be me. So let's ramble about NXX members and what they will play (race and main jobs) and faves NPCs in the game and whatever popped up in my mind.

Main Character/Rosa

She was thinking of an idea for team bonding because they are friends and she wants to do something together

Luke proposed FFXIV because it's an MMO (so they all can play together) and has a good story.

She looked up and immediately agreed after seeing the glams of the various wol (warrior of light/playable character)l.

She was thinking of playing as a female miqo'te at first but she saw how jacked female roegadyn is, immediately steering to it with the speed of light.

She knows she wants to avoid tanks and healers because that is too much responsibility when she just wants to attack.

She ends up with arch/brd (archer/bard) for starters because 1) physical range means away from big mechanics 2) she just wants to shoot the boss from far.

Later end up becoming the main mch (machinist) because 1) cool gun 2) she is learning to shoot irl so it makes it more fun for her 3) she can PEW PEW in the game.

Always going blind to any dungeon, trial, and raid.

Because FFXIV can make you play all jobs if you will it, she tried it all eventually but she prefers being dps especially range dps

Sometimes she fights with people on forums because people keep saying mch is a useless job, and she will not stand for it!!!!

Likes to collect glams so she often drags NXX boys to farm a certain raid and dungeon to get variations.

Her favorites are Minfilia and Lyse. She really loves their characters.

She is also fond of Aymeric and G'raha.

Used to dislike Emet-Selch but then she sobbed over him. After that, she will clown Emet-Selch whenever he shows up on the screen.

She loves Venat after Endwalker.

Artem Wing

He chose to play Elezen. He actually prefers duskwight elezen but seeing the psychiatrist stating he is going to play duskwight, he detracted from his choice because he doesn't want to ruin the mood.

Rosa casually mentioned isn't he want to play as duskwight because he was looking for the lore, and because Vyn has brain cells he put it together and gave Artem a dirty look.

(It's just a feeling, but I think Artem in general is not sure where to put himself in a friend group especially when one of them previously had some kinda bad blood between them.)

They Have a Fun Talk™

Anyway in the end Artem still played as wildwood elezen but at least the air between the two is no longer silly and tense.

(The younger trio wanna know so badly what they talk about but neither is relenting)

Because Artem is Artem he is looking up the game stuff after the idea is proposed. He is not used to playing games all that much and feels the need to know how to do it correctly so he won't end up being a bother.

Funnily, he looked up the race lore and the twelve but managed to avoid spoilers because there is always a preface of warning when it reaches that territory of expansion spoilers.

He actually studies mechanics before they enter any dungeon, trial, or raid.

Artem ended up playing tank as main because the younger trio preferred main dps and they needed a tank. Luke is an all-rounder but he avoids healer and tank roles when possible.

He chose gld/pld (gladiator/paladin). He studied the starter tank role and found that he would like to play that job the most.

He also played dps as either mch (because it feels right since he can use a gun) or blm aka black mage (he finds it fun to get a spot and to Not Move and deliver big damage)

Actually really into the story, and take notes while cutscenes play.

(This left the other three confused while Rosa giggled to herself because she already knows it's his mockingbird self that is surfacing.)

Is actually a really good tank because he always does his rotation and mitigation correctly. Not without stumbles but he keeps improving to the point he can play tank with ease.

Multiple times saving a normal trial/raid because he got good mitigation and clemency (healing button) and finished the raid/trial or saving healer before dying so the healer can save the rest.

His opinion of Emet-Selch is sympathetic but ultimately the damage is already done, and his end is inevitable.

He really likes Aymeric. Find it admirable that the man is able to stay in his conviction even when the place and people he wants to protect would not always stand by him. He is glad to see Aymeric people in the corner no matter how few there are. Artem hopes that he could always stay true to his conviction too like Aymeric

Is actually crying at Venat's famous monologue. (Flabbergasted the team)

His favorite scion is papalymo therefore it made him sad when he died.

Also loves watching countries' leaders growth, especially for Merlwylb and Nanamo.

Vyn Richter

He chose to play Duskwight because he finds them fascinating and also finds that they deserve better and should be given more fleshed-out lore.

He has a Fun Talk with Artem because they are friends now and Artem needs to understand that. (Albeit Vyn thought they would be enemies longer but they are friends now he needs to make it clear.)

(He would still annoy artem time by time but that's different vibes)

For him there was no other choice but play as a healer. This just makes sense to him because he in fact has an MD. Thank you very much, he would emulate this energy in a game too.

Vyn learned healing in the game very fast.

His starter job is arc (arcanist) but immediately steers to sch (scholar) as soon as they get lvl 30, and he actually finds it funny when the fairy jank.

His main job is sge (sage) later on. It is interesting that the attack can heal, and he wants to master it.

He actually can play all healer but he finds whm (white mage) a bit mind-numbing, and while ast (astrologian) is fun with keeping up healing, cards, and attack he prefers something more reliable like sge.

He still plays because when there is a fairy jank, he finds it fun to play. It was also his first healer job, so he was kinda attached to it.

(And because he loves the barrier healer job. He will have to heal but he loves that he could mitigate or prevent the damages.)

He sometimes argues with Artem because of his use of clemency.

("Have more faith in your healer or play healer yourself, Artem." Vyn said in annoyance.

Artem sighed, "I canceled the clemency, Vyn.")

That said, sometimes he had to hand it to Artem because his decision to save or to mitigate the healer was usually top notch.

He only ever tells him good job and does not elaborate.

The only non-healer job he plays is rdm (red mage)

He sometimes studies the mechanic before entering the dungeon/trial/raid, but sometimes he trusts his ability enough to wing it. (He said 'I will wing it' usually when they all played in the same room instead of playing in their own place. He found it funny when Artem gave him an annoyed, yet fond look.)

That said, healing the younger trio is actually more stressful than healing Artem who plays tank.

Both Rosa and Marius play main range dps, and they are always somewhere in narnia (as in a far-off range of the heals) and Vyn either had to use a rescue button or adjust his range.

Vyn never does this to Rosa, but he sometimes uses the rescue button to drag Marius straight to the killing mechanic.

("IS THAT NECESSARY?"

"Easier to kill you than healing you.")

Luke is a different kind of trouble for Vyn. He is always on range most of the time, but he is always trying to maintain uptime therefore sometimes he dies at the silliest mechanic.

Vyn, pulling a face: behave or else

(Never make your healer mad, folks)

His favorite scion ironically is Thancred.

He took a glance and saw a man full of contradictions and took it personally. He loves to psychoanalyze Thancred.

He actually hates Thancred. He is a Hater but Thancred is fun to analyze then he grows to like him as a character because the chara growth is unexpected and endearing.

He grows to love Thancred (bitter)

Vyn is also very fond of Cid. He can relate to Cid's story and how made the decision to step away from the Garlemald. Vyn hates Garlemald as soon as they are mentioned in the game.

He takes one glance at Ishgard and is immediately a Hater. Remind him too much of Svart. He thinks Aymeric is too soft and should take care of himself more instead of the ungrateful country.

He is pretty sympathetic to Yotsuyu albeit in the end, he knows there is no good end for her.

He hates Emet-Selch.

He is very fond of Y'shtola because one sane person (in his opinion) and the sass along with intellectuals are fun to see.

He grows to like the twin.

He has a lot of Opinion™ on Venat but ultimately he could see it as a desperate gambit at the end of the world.

"This is why an ethical class is needed for scientists and the like. Also, Hermes needs therapy. His coping mechanism is to drag the world to hell."

Luke Pearce

He is the one who suggested FFXIV when Rosa suggested gaming as bonding time.

He is actually a veteran player but uses a new game+ mode so he can enjoy the game with them.

He has an alts which male sun seeker mi'qote but his main is a male midlander hyur.

He likes to say he plays all roles but he actually doesn't like healing as much even though he can do it very well and his habit as a melee player is always bleeding through when he is tanking which causes healers to get annoyed at him.

(He still gets healer annoyed at him as melee dps but he always delivers big damage so.)

His main from the beginning is pgl/mnk (pugilist/monk) and he is one of the few people who lament when the devs tried to remove some positionals. ("But that's the fun of playing monk!!!")

Is actually a melee jobs specialist, but his best damage has always been when he plays mnk.

Luke tried to not be silly for Vyn but his Positional Is Important™

("Sorry Vyn! But-

"-My positional is important."

"Yes." Embarrassed.

Vyn sighed.)

He is the one who calls out for extreme trials or savage raids.

He knows most mechanics, that's why he can clear things with ease, the only issue is that as melee, he is very greedy for more damage so all his dead usually is silly.

He knows the story is good, so he was looking forward to seeing all of them reacting to it.

Luke already predicted all of Rosa's possible reactions to it. There is something satisfying watching people reacting as expected in certain scenes

He is happy to know Marius also likes it, commenting on what he likes and also sobbing at some parts. He finds all of Vyn's comments either funny or very on point.

Artem was unexpected because Luke didn't expect the oldest to be very taken to the story, even taking notes and all. He provides thoughtful opinions that give him more insight into a game. Luke thought he already aced all the lore then there is Artem.

Luke is HELLA curious about what is written in the notes.

His favorite scion is G'raha, previously it was Minfilia. He likes their optimistic view, and he cried a lot over Minfilia's fate and G'raha's life during shadowbringer. Hope Punk all the way!!

He hates Emet-Selch's gut for a while but also pities him because Emet-Selch lost so many people he loves and Luke could understand the feeling.

The burden of memory, but he couldn't approve of the way Emet-Selch handled it either. It's complicated.

He is very fond of Hythlodaeus and thinks that kinds of people are needed in life. To not take life too seriously and enjoy it.

He loves Meteion and is very sad about her story. In the first playthrough to Endwalker, he cried at cutscenes before the Final Dungeon.

When he played the game again with NXX, he found he started to take Venat quotes to heart.

He respects Venat as a character.

Marius Von Hagen

He was scrolling through the races and found the most perfect fit of the character he wanted. Male Viera.

He took forever designing his character to the point that Rosa and Vyn are actually bombing his dm to get faster. Luke uses his main, so he waited for them to finish and in the meantime does roulette for dungeon/trial/raid. Artem is already finished but also looking for mechanics and lore, and most gameplay.

His starter job is arch/brd but it also became his main. His other DPS are dnc (dancer) and smn (summoner).

Marius always goes blind when doing dungeons/trials/raids. He and Rosa high-fived over this.

He and Rosa are also the most obsessed with glam therefore he always roped all of them to hunt ones.

("Listen, I want this so badly, Artem!"

"Me too! The phys ranger gear is so good in this one so please 🥹")

Both of them always roped Artem 1) Easier to convince (softie mode on) 2) Luke prefers to heal if he has to fill in either tank or healer 3) Vyn can be convinced but takes time.

Also the one who is most into PVP in FFXIV

"Killing people is so fun." About Frontline mode PVP

Payton almost had a heart attack hearing it out of context once. Marius has to explain it's about a game.

"C'mon let's play Rival Wing mode!!!" Marius every time they could have time to play together. Luke and he tries to outdo kills each other whenever they get on different sides.

He sometimes knew that he annoyed Vyn with his playstyle, but that only tempted him more. The result, ofc, the occasional dragged to killing mechanic.

("Worth it."

Marius famous last words)

His favorite character is Guydelot. Rosa knows who Guydelot is because she also plays brd. The others find out of curiosity.

("He speaks to my soul you see."

"Being a drama queen?"

"Missy! How could you!")

His favorite scions are Alphinaud and Alisaie. He is really fond of their character growth. He also has a few things he relates to each twin (family legacy, finding his own path, unlearning some behavior) and he couldn't help but cheer for them.

He loves Emet-Selch but will clown him whenever he is on screen.

("Making fascist empire to cope? Please be serious.")

Venat/Hydaelyn's last farewell made him really sad.

He is also really curious about Artem's notes on FFXIV.

Also despite his first playthrough blunder, he is a really good brd. He always maintains his rotation if he doesn't die.

("I am a perfect support."

"Please fix your bad habit of going far off then.")

Miscellaneous

They sometimes end up using FFXIV as a reference for what they talked about and confuse people

Luke carries them through other contents such as Deep Dungeon.

Whenever Luke used the callout for the first time ex trial/savage raid, Artem was always confused about what even fisting the ground meant.

Vyn is such a good healer that it carries thru PVP

Marius really loves giving ideas for group glams. Artem and Vyn used to resist it but now it is just a fact of life.

Rosa has tons of their gpose.

That’s what I have so far lmao. Anyone can agree or disagree, this is just my opinion after all but if this is actually a springboard for a fic where NXX finds out about Artem’s mockingbird persona? Hahaha… Unless? The NXX Idols AU is shoving guns to my temple now.

Hope you all enjoy my niche LOL

#tears of themis #tot #rosa qiangwei #artem wing #zuo ran #tot artem #vyn richter #mo yi #tot vyn #luke pearce #xia yan #tot luke #marius von hagen #lu jinghe #tot marius #tot rosa #ffxiv #laciefuyu talk

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kaytrawrites · 1 year

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Bee Boy Awakens

Summary In which Tubbo comes out of hibernation to see the New World

Notes Bit of a shorter one. Enjoy!

Story

It worked.

The world had been so unstable that their only resort was to transport themselves along with a significant location to a more stable place.

And it worked. Mostly. A few of them, Niki and Jack specifically, were thrown away from the group, Jack back into the Nether, and Niki into a body of water nearby.

Almost everyone went straight underground to rebuild their pools of resources. Well, Jack had to try and get out of the Nether first.

Charlie was tucked into a barrel because the transfer made him incredibly queasy and he could barely keep his goop together. So, into a barrel he slid to recover.

Ranboo had carried Tubbo up to the pub before they began the transfer. Tubbo was deep in hibernation the whole time.

When Ranboo headed out to set up a new base, he left Tubbo bundled in several blankets in the Pub. Tubbo woke up a few times, but only for a minute or two before going back into hibernation.

Tubbo woke to Jack prodding him. “Hey, big man.” Jack said. His voice was quiet.

Tubbo blinked and slowly rubbed his eyes, still feeling very tired.

Jack gently pressed a mug against Tubbo’s hand. “Sugar water.” He explained, when Tubbo just stared blankly at the mug.

Tubbo sipped the sugar water slowly, occasionally rubbing his eyes.

“Hey big man.” Jack started. “You do’in alright?”

“Mmmm…” Tubbo grumbled. He put the mug down and slowly pulled the blanket up over his head again.

“Tu~bbo” Ranboo said, his voice soft. “Come on, bee boy. You need to get up.”

Tubbo slowly pulled the blanket down and gave Ranboo a sleepy smile. “Morning big man.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

He shoved off the blanket, and flew up out of his sleeping spot. He buzzed above the Blazeborn and Enderian who woke him. He smiled and rubbed his face.

He flew down and seated himself on Ranboo’s shoulder. He patted the much taller Enderian’s fluffy hair. “Onward, my steed.” He said.

Ranboo chuckled, and Jack snorted. “Alright, you two have fun.” He turned and waved as he headed out.

“Got a plan for where you want to set up?” Ranboo asked.

Tubbo shook his head. “Nah. Gonna look around a bit more first.”

Ranboo nodded, and headed out of the Pub. As soon as Tubbo saw the world outside, he flew off of Ranboo’s shoulder. “Holy shit!” He yelled. He stared out at the mountain and the rolling plains outside the new location of the pub.

Ranboo nodded. “Yeah.” He pointed toward the mountain. “Fundy set up there. And Sneeg is over there.” His pointing finger moved lower toward a grove of trees at the foot of the mountain.

He turned to the left. “I’m set up over there and so is Scott.” He turned further to the left. “And Tommy’s building his farm there.”

Tubbo nodded. “Thanks boss man.” He looked over the new world the group found himself in. “Huh. Looks like it’ll be fun.”

#my fic #mcyt #origins smp #osmp #osmp tubbo #osmp ranboo #osmp jack

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larryatendoftheday · 3 years

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Fics were my life vest in 2020. I read so many amazing stories, but these are a few that really stood out. Thank you to all the amazing creators in our fandom. You made 2020 bearable. <3

Stranger Stars by shaylea @sunshineandhisrainbows

This fic is one of my favorite fics ever. The story follows non-famous ot5 on an African safari and an epic journey of the heart. The description of the world is breathtaking and absorbing. The slow burn of an immediate connection is perfectly tantalizing and bittersweet. I don’t think I can even properly express how much I loved this. It’s over 200k words so you can and will get lost in it.

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by @flowercrownfemme

Harry leaves his bride and his life behind on his wedding day, and when Louis offers him a ride and a place to stay on his farm, it’s fate. The tender, breathless, aching joy of embracing your real self is so beautifully articulated in this fic. Farmer Louis and gender exploring Harry are amazing together in their cozy little world. Baby animals are the cherry on top.

This World’s Ashes by @sunshineandthemoonlight

The writing in this is lyrical and powerful. Readers are transported into a post-apocalyptic world where Harry and his dog are surviving just fine until he encounters another human and invites him to sleep the night in his shelter. He starts to want more than just survival. I betaed this fic, and I waited for every chapter with baited breath. It was only posted a few days before the new year, but it’s been a big and bright part of my 2020.

Lemon Eyes by @turnyourankle

My bookmark comment really says it all: “Sweet like tooth rot. Diverse non penetrative sex. Verse a/o” So if you love well-written non-penetrative and verse sexy times in fics, this is for you. If you want gentle Louis with a reputation and virgin Harry, this is also for you. I can’t get over these pining, lovely cuties.

Give A Little Sing to The Singles by ladylonderry @londonderrytea

Buckle in for a hilarious ride with this one. Harry is the new guy in a boring office job, but just being around his coworker Louis is absolutely worth the drudgery. This fic also features a whole cast of familiar and wonderful characters. It’s a real gem.

Let’s Talk About Making Love by istajmaal

I found this fic again in 2020, and I still love it. Niall makes Harry dial a phone sex line and gets bossed around a little bit by Louis. Harry maybe calls back…a lot. The dynamic of kink discovery is really well written, but so is the way their relationship evolves and deepens. Sweet, sexy, and absolutely satisfying.

Honorary mention to a similar fic where Harry is the phone sex operator: Take Our Bodies Higher by @littlelouishiccups

Knocked Me Sideways by @ferryboatpeak

Even if you normally don’t read other pairings than Larry, give this one a shot. I am absolutely obsessed with this verse where Jack Lowden has a life-changing one night stand with Harry. This non-famous au with mpreg Harry is so unlike anything else, in a good way. The story is told from Jack’s perspective, and his emotionally stunted but well-intentioned narrative made my heart flutter, break, and soar.

My English Love Affair by @isthatyoularry

This is a fandom classic apparently, but I had never read it! Famous/non famous au where Louis sleeps with the indie rockstar Harry Styles more than a few times and maybe gets a song written about him, but it’s no big deal. The characters really pull you in and the mixture of sweet, sexy, funny, and angsty is just right.

Have a Nice Trip by @kingsofeverything

This funny, sexy, and adorable short fic follows roommates trying shrooms in quarantine and maybe being a bit more candid than planned. I’ve read this at least five times. It never fails to make me smile.

And my favorite of my own fics from this year…

Simple Gifts by me! @larryatendoftheday

I have a soft spot for this sweet, short fic about finding meaning and joy in unusual times. It was born out of the anxiety of 2020, and I think I will probably always be proud of it. Check it out if you want something gentle and hopeful.

Happy New Year! Now go read! ❤

#larry fic #fic recs #mine

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deiliamedlini · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday

This is a piece of a long oneshot I was working on that I actually just went back to so I could change the era this took place in to use for something else! So this is is the modern meeting of small-town Link and big-city-moving-to-small-town-for-work Zelda.

I might still go back to this one specifically, especially since most of this info can’t transfer to the earlier era I’m changing it to. I also haven’t edited it, since I’m just in the process of hijacking bits and pieces, so please excuse my dear Aunt Sally. No, wait... that’s not writing...

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“I just can’t believe they sent me here,” Zelda said into her phone. It was tucked between her cheek and her shoulder as she drove down a dirt road. On one side, there was farmland: an extensive few acres of it, from what she could tell. On her other side, trees.

Zelda loved trees. She did! They were a big part of her job, and she had nothing against them. But goddess above, she’d never seen so many trees in her life. Glancing at the clock, she realized that she’d been surrounded by trees for nearly an hour now, overwhelmed by the sight.

A city girl through and through, her entire life had been spent in the bustle of Castle Town: the largest, busiest, most innovative and thriving city in all of Hyrule. She’d gone to the best schools there, and worked at an exclusive corporation.

But they needed her to go somewhere else.

For the sake of the research, she reminded herself as she tried to focus on the phone and not all the trees. Or the mountains that replaced skyscrapers and castles. Or the farms that replaced parks and streets.

On the other end of the receiver were two voices. One was Midna, Zelda’s best friend. The other was Tetra, her older sister. The three of them together were incredibly close, and Midna had even offered to uproot her own life to join Zelda on this rural adventure. But Zelda had told her to hold down the fort; this move wasn’t permanent, and she’d be joining Midna back in their three-bedroom apartment that they all had shared in the heart of Castle Town.

“Are you almost there?” Midna asked, loudly typing something into her computer.

“She’s got to be,” Tetra muttered.

“I think I am.” Zelda looked around, but there were only… more trees. Shocker. “If the moving truck could find this place, then so can I.”

“Does she start work tomorrow?” Tetra asked, clearly directed at Midna.

“No,” Zelda answered for her. “I start Monday. They’re going to send me all the information ‘once I get settled.’”

“At least you know how much they value you,” Midna tried, but it was clearly a forced compliment and a poor attempt to make Zelda feel any better about taking this position. But really, when her boss asked her to take on a special assignment, one that paid double her old salary, she couldn’t resist, no matter how uprooted her life became.

“I know, but it’s—”

Suddenly, there was more than just trees.

A goat stepped into the road, much faster than Zelda ever thought goat could move. She dropped the phone, let out a high-pitched noise of absolute panic, and swerved around the goat. But she swerved off the dirt path, heard a thud, felt the car shake, and immediately slammed the breaks, rearing forward into the steering wheel.

“Sweet Goddess Hylia and all things holy!” she hissed, breathing heavily. Her chest hurt where she’d bounced into the wheel, but it hadn’t nearly been hard enough to cause the airbags to deploy.

Quickly putting the car in park, she shakily unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped outside, shaking out her hands and letting out some nerves before reaching into the car to grab the fallen phone.

“I’m okay,” she said quickly, brushing her hair from her face. “I almost hit a goat.”

“Goddess!” they both breathed. “We thought you were dead! My heart, Zelda!”

“I know, I’m sorry! Look, I hit something. I don’t see any dead animals in the road, but I’m going to hang up so I can look. I’ll call you later.”

The three of them were notorious for never saying ‘goodbye’ on the phone. Really, they didn’t do it in real life either. Even when Zelda left, the last thing Tetra had said was ‘I’ll come up to visit real soon’, and Midna had said, ‘find me a hottie, or some other excuse to move up there with you.’

So, Zelda hung up with just a promise to call them back, and she hurried down the road to where she’d heard the thud.

It didn’t take much investigating to figure out what had happened: there was a broken fence, splintered and thrown wildly around the area after her apparent impact with it, and a frayed rope on the ground. And a sign that said “fence broken”. Helpful.

Zelda glanced back at the goat, unmoved by anything that had just occurred. It was meandering through the road, boredly exploring an area that it didn’t seem interested in. Perhaps the trees felt familiar to it.

Zelda groaned and took a picture of the fence before trying to get the internet on her phone so she could look up the local police number to report that she’d damaged property.

No internet connection.

“Great,” she muttered, turning to take a picture of the goat before it could move. Then, she headed back to her car, just to make sure there was no innocent animal underneath. She flipped the flashlight on and ducked down.

Zelda groaned, but not because there was a dead animal. No, it wasn’t an animal that was dead; it was her tire. There was a giant piece of the broken fence impaled into the rubber, and thanks to her rolling a few feet away, it was in there good.

“Of course. Of course!” Zelda yelled into the abyss, not even earning a curious glance from the goat.

Grabbing her phone, she was blinded by the light she’d left on and turned it around so she could look up the tow company immediately but was met by the same message. No internet connection.

Rolling her eyes, she scrolled to Midna’s name and pressed call.

Silence. Not even ringing.

Zelda checked the corner of the screen, struck first by her red battery life, and second by the device bars desperately looking for a connection.

“I was just talking to them!” she yelled at the phone, as if it cared that she’d had service moments ago. It gave her the urge to throw the phone, but she wasn’t that angry yet.

Instead, she turned her camera on, took a picture of her impaled tire in case the insurance company would need it, and then took several pictures of the goat just for fun, praying that it didn’t charge at her or whatever goats did.

She continued observing the goat without anything else to do until a car headed down the road. She stood and began to wave her arms wildly, but the car drove right past her.

“Jerk,” she muttered, pushing her hair back and returning to sit. But it wasn’t long until a pickup truck slowed down before she could even get back out of the car. She breathed a sigh of relief when they stopped and rolled down the window.

“Everything alright, Miss?”

“Not really,” she sighed, looking at her car sympathetically. She gestured to her tire.

“Got a spare? I got a jack if you need it.”

His voice was accented with the local dialect, which made her feel a little at ease. At least this was someone who’s likely be familiar with the area and could tell her how far away she was.

She had to admit, she’d spoken to one of her coworkers on the phone and had also become enamored with her accent, though it wasn’t from around here either. Zelda had a feeling she was just a sucker for anything that wasn’t the harsh poshness of the Castle Town accent, where every letter pronounced, every syllable attempting to be heard. It was a hard accent, and a cold one. The ones around here was warm and inviting.

Of course, it would make her stick out anytime she opened her mouth, which she didn’t really want.

Castle Town was posh, for sure. A town for the rich and the well-off, or those in school or at work. So Zelda knew a thing or two about stranger danger, and the deeply rooted nerves she felt when she saw the man unbuckle his seatbelt from her peripheral vision bubbled up. She had an escape route planned: toward the broken fence. She wasn’t being kidnapped on her first day in town. But he didn’t get out. He just leaned across the seat to the open window.

Finally, she looked at him, and her breath caught. Well, he certainty matched his voice. Something tired and alert all at once. His blonde hair was long and tied back into a ponytail, falling out in the front so his bangs messily framed his face, bringing her attention to his piercing blue eyes.

Oh yeah, this was the kind of guy they warned you about in Castle Town. Too pretty for their own good. She’d have talked to him in a crowded bar for sure. But out here…?

She glanced back at her car, breaking her distracted trance, trying to remember what he’d asked. “Oh, uh, no. I took everything out of the car to fit my things. I figured I’d take my chances for not getting a flat, but surprise, surprise, a goat wants me dead.”

“Where you going? I can give you a lift if you want. You can get Daruk out here tomorrow morning to tow it wherever you need to go.”

“Oh,” she breathed. Don’t get into a car with someone you just met unless someone knows who they are or where you’re going. “Yeah, I was actually just going to ask if I could borrow your phone? Mine isn’t getting service. I can just call my tow company that I’m enrolled with.”

He nodded and reached across his passenger seat before handing her a phone out the window. She half expected it to be something old and rustic, like this whole place, but it was new and modern and almost exactly like hers. She’d just assumed the small town didn’t have the newest phones. What a stupid assumption.

“Mind if I just look up their number first?” she asked before randomly clicking around on a strange man’s phone.

“Go for it.”

She did and listened to all the automated options. The man was bobbing his head to some music she couldn’t hear. A car came down the road, stopping and honking, despite the fact that they could clearly go around him.

The man rolled his eyes and backed into the breakdown lane behind Zelda’s car, though she was thankful he still didn’t get out

It was only when Zelda’s eyes widened in either shock or horror at whatever she’d heard over the phone that he leaned his head back out the window curiously.

She walked up to him and handed the phone back. “Thanks.”

“So?”

“Three hours to get out here.” Zelda’s misery was palpable.

“Where are you going, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Some little village called Ordon”

He smirked and leaned back in his seat. “I’m headed there as well. Want a ride? We can get Daruk out here sooner to just tow your car in if he knows he’ll just be headed back into town. It’s not far.”

“Oh, I don’t know… not that I don’t appreciate it, but I don’t know you.”

He reached his hand out the window. “Link. I live in Ordon. Work too. Nice to meet you”

“Zelda,” she said, taking his hand.

“Here,” he said, pulling out his wallet and handing her a business card. “So you don’t think I’m lying. But I do have to get to work at some point, so if you want that ride…”

“I just don’t want you to be a kidnapping murderer and kill me, you know?”

He grinned, suppressing a chuckle.

Zelda crossed her arms. “Don’t laugh at my potential murder.”

Gesturing to his phone still in her hand. “You can keep that with you the whole ride so you can call the cops on me if you think I’m kidnapping you.”

Toying with the phone, she took another look at her car. “Okay. Just let me grab my bag.”

#wip wednesday #link #zelda #zelink #legend of zelda #modern au #flat tire trope #goat #and by goat I don't mean greatest of all time but literally a goat

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word-scribbless · 4 years

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Smile Again Part 1

Note: This is part one of my new Hotch series!!!! There is a whole lot of just back story in this one and setting the scene! More cuteness to come! A lot of slow burn fluff and some hurt comfort not really full blown angst!

X female reader

Summary: JJ’s cousin Y/N has been through a lot in her 37 years of life. She’s moved to Virginia to start to move on with her life,until meeting Aaron Hotchner throws a wrench in her plans in the best way.

Masterlist ——— Series masterlist

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Y/N Y/L/N had just moved to Virginia to be closer to her best friend and cousin, Jennifer Jareau. If she were being honest this isn't how she'd imagined her life at 37 would be when she was younger. If you asked her then she'd have told you that she saw herself married with kid number 2 or 3 on the way, not a widow running from her past. Life has its own ideas for the way our lives will go though doesn't it. Y/N had a few things on her side however, she had her dream job as a translator for a publishing company where she worked remotely. She also had a loving, if not overbearing family to lean on, and lean she did. For the past three years Y/N was living and helping out on her parent's farm in Pennsylvania. She recently decided it was time to move to be closer to JJ, and the publishing company she worked for. She loved all the help and support her family gave her but she also needed to start over fresh and she knew that meant moving on physically as well. It wouldn't hurt to also get away from her family treating her like glass and closer to her cousin that, while just as overbearing at times, knew she was capable of more than grieving the death of her husband, and her hopes for the future.

She knew after the first week of living in Virginia near JJ that she made the right move, she finally started to feel like a human again. Y/N loved living in an apartment not far from her favorite cousin and her family. She especially loved that she now got to watch and hang out with her favorite little kids, Henry and Micheal, whenever JJ and Will both had to work. That morning Y/N was woken up at 4:30 in the morning to the ring tone she saved for JJ, Spice World, at top volume.

"Ugh, I never thought I'd say this but it's too early for spice girls." she grunted as she picked up the phone.

JJ chuckled and said "Sorry my dear. Wil is away for training and we just got a case that they need me on do you think..."

"I'm on my way" Y/N cut her off "I'll stop for coffee and bagels"

"You're my favorite person," she says.

Y/N rushed to get ready and grab her go bag. She learned quickly to keep one after she moved to Virginia and picked up more munchkin sitting duties, as she calls them. She headed to JJ’s favorite coffee shop, which was quickly becoming hers too. She arrived at the Jereau-Lemontague house quickly and was getting settled in on the couch when she heard JJ’s phone ring.

“Jayje, a handsome man named Hotch is calling” she whisper-yelled into the kitchen looking at the photo icon of Hotch on her cousin’s screen.

“That’d be my boss, He’s single by the way” she winked as she took the phone.

“Shut up” Y/N replied with an eye roll.

“Hey Hotch” JJ answered.

Y/N could make out most of the conversation from where she was perched drinking her coffee. She could tell that JJ’s boss was telling her that he was running behind because someone named Jessica had an emergency and couldn’t watch Jack. She assumed Jack was his Son as she heard JJ respond that Will was away too so he couldn’t watch him.

“Psst” Y/N called trying to get JJ’s attention without being rude. “Jack is Henry’s best friend right?”

JJ nodded.

“Tell him to bring him over, I’ll watch him. The more the merrier right?”

“Hang on Hotch” JJ said, turning to Y/N “you’re sure? He’s a great kid, you'll love him, but that’s a whole other human.”

“I’m sure! Tell him” she gestured to the phone.

“Hey Hotch. My cousin,Y/N, is watching the boys. She's amazing with them and she says Jack is welcome to join the party.” After a bit of convincing Hotch agreed with many ‘thank you’s. Before she knew it the very handsome man (who was even more handsome than his picture) showed up at the door with a very sleepy little boy in his arms.

“Hi I’m Y/N, JJ is just grabbing her bags, I’ll show you to Henry’s room.” she smiled.

Hotch got jack settled on the un-used bunk of Henry’s bunk beds and kissed him on the head. Y/N led him out of the room and turned to him.

“I know you don’t have much time but do you have anything specific you need to tell me?” She said handing him a note with her full name and phone number on it.

“Thanks. He’s pretty easy going but I wrote down some basics that I usually give to baby sitters. JJ trusts you though, so I do too.”

“Thank you. Call whenever you want okay? Be safe, and keep my Jayjee safe too.” She smiled.

“Always” he nodded.

Hotch and JJ decided to carpool to Quantico for the briefing.

“Y/N seems nice.” Hotch says as he drives, face serious as usual but JJ can see the softness. She knew Y/N and Hotch would get along. They had more in commen than most people knew, but unfortunately that included a big lose and both Being very closed off to new relationships. However she had hope.

“Yeah, she’s my very best friend. She’s amazing with kids too so Jack is in very good hands.” She smiled.

“I can tell” he replied.

“I’ve missed her, she was back in PA for the last few years but before that she lived in Maryland so it wasn’t too bad of a drive. Still this is way better."

“Does she work with children for a living?” he asked, trying to seem his normal nonchalant self, but not truly caring because he knew JJ saw straight through him anyway.

“No she is a translator for a publishing company. She translates books to and from other languages. She studied linguistics and Languages in college and has her PHD. She’s basically the whole package!" She said with a wink, causing Hotch to chuckle.

“Why so many questions? You interested boss?” she asked jokingly.

“wh-, I-, she’s watching my kid, I was just...” Hotch stumbled in a way he prided himself on not doing often.

“It’s okay, I think she’s interested too.” She said quietly.

“What?”

“She had the look after you talked” she laughed at Hotch’s confused face.” It’s a look I’ve only seen a few times but it means she’s interested so do what you will with that just be careful with her. She’s been through a lot.”

“JJ” Hotch warned firmly.

“I know I know, I’m dropping it!” she said and stuck to her word, changing the conversation to their kids and their adorable antics.

Throughout the case JJ and Hotch each called Y/N every night to check on their little ones. JJ made sure to check on Y/N too while Hotch usually kept their chats short but couldn't deny he enjoyed talking to her. She found herself looking forward to his call each night, she knew it was stupid but she let herself enjoy the butterflies a little bit anyway.

She had also been enjoying her time with not only 'her boys' but also Jack. Jack is a sweet kid and she loved talking to him about school, and soccer, and his family. One night before bed, after Michael and Henry fell asleep, Jack asked Y/N if she had any favorite stories.

“Of course I do, my mom used to tell me a story about fairies every night before bed.” Y/N replied.

“My Daddy says that my Momma used to sing me special songs before bed.” Jack said with a sad smile. “Daddy sings them sometimes but they make him a little sad, I wish he had someone to make him happy.”

“He has you sweet boy” Y/N cooed and kissed his head.

“I know but I mean besides me” Jack said.

“You don’t have to worry Jack, because I like to think that no matter how much someone hurts, there is always someone else out there that will make them smile again.” She assured him and smiled as he cocked his head to look up at her. “I lost someone who made me smile too, but I still find new people who make my life happy. My cousin and her family, you…” she smiled

“My daddy?” Jack asked.

She smiled and said, "Yeah your Daddy too, I don’t know him very well but he has to be great to have a kid like you!” she chuckled.

“He’s the best.” He said as he snuggled into her side, “You lost some one you love, like how daddy and I lost my momma?”

“I did” she nodded. "His name was Connor, he made me very happy but I know he looks over me and keeps me safe. Just like your Momma does for you and your Daddy.”

Jack looked up at her and smiled as he started to tell Y/N all about what he remembers about Hailey and how he feels. Y/N snuggled up close to him, listening and adding in here in there until he falls sound asleep.

She knew that when Aaron and JJ come back she’ll have to talk to him about this but for now she’s just happy that that that sweet little boy feels comfortable enough to open up to her. Their conversation however had her begin to think about Connor, and the day her whole life got turned upside-down. Hearing Jack talk all about his mom made her almost want to open up about her own feelings about her late husband after all this time, but for now she’s just curl up with some tea and JJ’s Netflix account.

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Thank you to @winterscaptain for the encouragement and help.

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner x imagine #aaron hotchnerx reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #hotch x female reader #fem!reader #female!reader

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 4 years

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Call 911 ( Norman Reedus x Reader )

Summary: You met Norman Reedus on set of The Walking Dead and after years of filming together, the two of you finally started dating. Everything was going great and the two of you were as happy as ever. Until a stunt while filming goes horribly wrong and everything comes crashing down.

Pairing: Norman Reedus x Reader

Word Count: 5k

You had been a part of The Walking Dead cast since Season 2, coming into the show as Rick's younger sister. You had grown close to the cast over the years, especially Norman Reedus and after six years of working together onset, you two finally got together in real life.

You were currently filming a fight scene with Jeffrey Dean Morgan after your character, George, managed to run Negan off the road.

The only other actor rostered on for today was Norman. The director wanted to focus on the highway chase scene between Daryl, George and Negan later today since you had good weather for once.

You were in the middle of a hand-to-hand combat scene with Jeffrey. It was a full on fight scene since your character had just found out about Carl's death and was blaming Negan for it.

You and Jeffrey had practiced this scene for hours when you and Norman came over at his farm a few weeks ago.

So, you felt fairly confident that the two of you could do it without the need of stunt doubles, but as soon as you took a wrong step backwards trying to dodge Lucille, you knew you were screwed.

You would have been better off just taking the hit from Lucille since it was a foam prop, but instead you took a step backwards tripping over the stairs.

You didn't even get a chance to try and stop yourself before you tumbled down the staircase, your forehead slamming against the bottom cement step as you reached the ground.

For a second you thought you were going to pass out as black spots began clouding your vision, but you quickly blinked them away.

"Y/N!" Norman's voice yelled as he raced over to you, his hands instantly cupping your face as he took in the bruise already forming on your forehead.

"Shit, baby. Are you okay?" He asked as he slowly helped you into a sitting position before Jeffrey appeared beside you.

"I'm good. Sorry I screwed that take up Jeff." You groaned resting your hand against your forehead in pain.

"That doesn't matter, maybe we should have used stunt doubles, huh?" Jeffrey responded as you chuckled with a small nod despite the pain in your head.

"Move out the way guys, we need to take a look at her." The medic suddenly called out ushering Norman and Jeffrey to the side as they began asking you questioned and doing small tests on you to make sure you didn't have concussion or something.

"She'll be fine, but maybe take the rest of the day off." The head medic suggested as he handed you an ice pack which you immediately pressed against your forehead.

"Just give me an hour and a couple pain killers and we can continue shooting." You argued as Norman held his hand out, helping you to your feet with a concerned look on his face.

"You sure you're up for it? That was a big fall. Nobody expects you to keep working." Norman replied as he slowly walked you back to the chairs set up behind all the cameras as Jeffrey followed.

"I told you, I'm fine. Plus, George is wearing a motorcycle helmet during our next scene so the bruise won't matter." You simply replied before one of the assistants handed you a bottle of water. It was just a small bruise, you have had worse injuries during filming.

"You're one tough chick, Y/N." Jeffrey commented patting your shoulder as he took a seat on the high chair beside you.

*Two hours later*

You were sitting on top of George's motorcycle, Norman standing beside Daryl's motorcycle waiting for everyone to get in place for the scene while Jeffrey started up the Jeep that Negan was driving away in.

The crew had cameras set up down the abandon highway, along with a camera drone to capture a bird's eye view of the chase.

"And action!" The director yelled as Jeffrey took off down the road in the Jeep.

"We can't let him get back to Alexandria!" You yelled pulling on your motorcycle helmet.

You glanced over at Norman who nodded before climbing on his own motorcycle starting the engine.

"We ain't lettin' that happen. Let's go!" Norman yelled in his gruff Daryl voice before the two of you took off down the road.

For the first few minutes as the two of you rode down the road everything was going smoothly. You were riding a few metres in front of Daryl just how the director wanted it when suddenly you began to feel dizzy.

You quickly hit the brakes on the motorcycle knowing something was seriously wrong. But you were too late because the next thing you knew you hit the dirt on the side of the road, your motorcycle tumbling a few more metres.

The world was spinning around you as splitting pain erupted in your head. You frantically tried pulling your helmet off in hope to relieve the pain, but you couldn't undo the strap.

You were vaguely aware of Norman dropping down beside you, helping you take the helmet off, but the pain didn't go away.

You could see Norman's lips moving as if he was trying to talk to you, but you couldn't hear anything above the ringing in your ears. His eyes were panicked as he waved his hand in front of your face clearly trying to get your attention, but before you could reply everything faded to black.

"I need help! Y/N! Baby, c'mon stay with me." Norman begged cradling your head in his lap, his trembling hands cupping the side of your face trying to get you to wake up.

"Shit. Call 911!" One of the medics yelled behind him when they noticed your unconscious body laying in Norman's lap. "Did she say anything before passing out?"

"She was mumbling something about her head hurting. Is she gonna be okay?" Norman questioned glancing over his shoulder towards the two medics as they quickly dropped down beside him examining your head.

"Give us some room, she could have a head injury." The head medic replied, but Norman didn't move. His fingers tightened around the fabric of your shirt, not wanting to leave your side.

"How could she have a head injury? I saw the whole thing, she didn't hit her head when she fell off and she was wearing a helmet!" Norman responded a little louder than he probably should have.

"It might have been caused from her accident this morning."

"You guys checked her! You said she was fine!" Norman yelled glaring over at the medic beside him before he suddenly felt a pair of hands grab his shoulders firmly.

"Bubba, it's not their fault. Come on, give them room to work." Jeffrey's voice said calmly from behind him.

Norman reluctantly nodded, standing up and taking a couple steps back as he watched the medics hover over his girl.

"Her heartbeat is faint. Elevate her head and someone get me an ETA on that ambulance!" The medic yelled as more and more people from the crew began rushing towards the scene.

It felt like hours before the ambulance finally arrived, but it was probably only a few minutes. Time seemed to go in slow motion as Norman watched the paramedics strap you onto the hospital gurney.

"Is she gonna be okay? What's happening?" Norman frantically questioned as he hovered behind all the medics watching as they secured a neck brace around your neck.

"Sir, step back. We have to take her to the hospital." One of the paramedics informed as they lifted the gurney into the back of the ambulance.

"I gotta go with her, she's my girlfriend." He responded glancing into the back of the ambulance as the paramedics began climbing inside and setting up what he assumed was an IV drip.

"I'm sorry, there's not enough room. We're taking her to Piedmont Atlanta Hospital, meet us there." The paramedic instructed as he closed the back door of the ambulance before climbing into the front seat and driving off with the sirens flashing.

"I-I gotta go." Norman mumbled turning back towards the crew as he spotted the director who quickly nodded in understanding.

"Come on, I'll drive you. Boss we're taking the Jeep back to the trailers." Jeffrey shouted glancing over towards the producer before grabbing Norman's shoulder.

The two of them climbed into Negans Jeep and drove back to the actors trailers where their own vehicles where parked nearby.

"We'll take your truck, I can get my car later." Jeffrey stated and Norman just nodded as he handed over his keys, knowing he was in no condition to drive.

Neither of them spoke the entire drive to the hospital, what could he even say? His girlfriend had just been rushed to the hospital and he knew jack shit about what's happening other than the fact that she might have a possible head injury. But, what did that even mean? Was it serious? Was she going to be alright? He had so many questions, but zero answers.

Jeffrey didn't even bother finding a proper car park when they arrived at the hospital. He would deal with any parking tickets later, right now they needed to get inside the hospital and find Y/N.

"Which room is Y/N Y/L/N in?" Norman questioned as him and Jeffrey ran through the door of the hospital towards the front desk.

"Sorry sir, I can't give away client information." The young woman behind the desk answered.

"I'm her boyfriend! She just came in here from an ambulance, where is she? Is she okay?" He shouted clearly frightening the young woman as she flinch at his raised voice before Jeffrey grabbed his shoulder, calming him down.

"W-What was her name?"

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N." Jeffrey answered for him as they watched the receptionist type your name into the computer.

"The doctors are running a series of imaging tests on her at the moment. Once they finish, a nurse will come out and tell you what's happening. You guys can take a seat in the waiting area, there's also a cafeteria through that door if you want." The woman informed motioning towards the double doors to the right.

"How long will that take?" Norman questioned.

"25-30 minutes."

"Okay, thanks." Jeffrey replied giving the woman a nod before he slowly walked Norman over to the waiting room.

There were four rows of chairs lining the area, with a couple tables, one stacked with newspapers, the other stacked with children's toys, along with a large tv mounted to the far wall.

"They're doing scans, that's gotta be a good sign right? I mean they're not rushing her into surgery or anything, that's gotta be good." Norman rambled, taking a seat on the row of chairs leaning against the wall rubbing his face with his hands.

"I don't know, Norman. I hope so." Jeffrey replied sitting down beside him.

He glanced around the waiting room, glad that there were only a couple other people seated in the room. He was not in the mood to deal with any people who would recognise him, not now.

The two of them sat in silence for the next 50 minutes, neither knowing what to say as they stared at the clock on the wall across the room. What the hell's taking so long? They said 30 minutes, it's been nearly an hour, what else could they be doing?

"Who's here for Miss Y/L/N?" A nurse suddenly questioned, walking out through the a set of double doors near the front desk.

"We are. Is she okay? What's going on?" Norman frantically questioned as him and Jeffrey quickly walked over to the nurse, trying to read her masked expression.

"She has a subarachnoid hemorrhagic, which is basically bleeding between the brain and the membranes that cover it. She has been rushed into an emergency surgery and they are operating on her now as speak." The nurse explained glancing between the two of them as Norman stared at the woman in shock, he knew bleeding in the brain could be bad, but how bad?

"How long will the surgery take? Is she going to be okay?" Norman asked in worry as he ran his fingers through his hair nervously.

"Over five hours at least, but I'm sorry sir, I can't tell you if she's going to be okay or not. The surgeons are doing the best they can to make sure she survives and fully recovers, but this kind of injury and surgery is highly dangerous. There is a chance that she might not make it." The nurse answered as Norman froze.

His heart stopped for a split second as he took in that information. There was a chance that you weren't going to survive? No, no, this couldn't be happening. Not to you, this couldn't be true.

"Hey, c'mon let's sit down. Keep us posted doc." Jeffrey said calmly as he grabbed Norman's shoulders which were now shaking as he carefully guided his friend down onto the nearest chair.

"S-She was fine after the accident. She had a massive bruise on her forehead from the fall, but she was just as bubbly and happy as usual afterwards. How could this happen?" Norman questioned out loud, unable to hold back the tears in his eyes as he dropped his head.

"Hey, she's the strongest woman I know. If anyone can get through this, it's her." Jeffrey replied softly resting his hand on Norman's back trying to comfort him.

"What if she doesn't?" Norman questioned lifting his head up to meet Jeffrey's own sad eyes as he shook his head.

"Don't go down that path, Bubba. You can't start thinking like that." He replied and Norman nodded knowing his friend was right. Y/N was strong, she had to make it. She had to because he didn't know what he was going to do if she didn't.

Slowly minutes turned into hours as they both sat on the hard cushioned chairs, spread out in the waiting room. The clock now just passing 11pm as the last person in the waiting room walked out, leaving them alone in the room.

They hadn't heard anything else from the nurse or surgeons which meant she was still in surgery and he wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. On one hand it was good because it meant she was still alive, but on the other it meant they still hadn't gotten all the blood out and it's been over six hours already.

"I'm gonna go get a coffee, do yo-" Jeffrey began asking, breaking the silence before his phone began ringing.

He quickly pulled it out his pocket flicking it to silent as he read the name on the screen.

"It's Hilarie, she's probably wondering where I am. I'll be back in a minute." Jeffrey said glancing over at Norman who nodded before he quickly stood up putting his phone to his ear as he walked out the room.

A couple minutes later he rushed back inside catching Norman's attention when he noticed the sudden shocked and panicked expression on the other man's face.

"She's in labour. My mother is with her at the moment and they're packing, getting ready to go to the hospital-"

"Go." Norman said cutting the man off as he looked over at his friend with a small smile. "Be with your girl. She needs you, man."

"You sure?" Jeffrey asked, not liking the idea of leaving him alone in the hospital when his girlfriend was in critical surgery.

"Go be with your family, I'll update you if I hear anything about Y/N." He replied as Jeffrey nodded pulling the car keys out his pocket, realising it was Norman's car he took.

"We will sort out vehicles later. Just don't scratch my truck." Norman joked, trying to show that he was okay as Jeffrey smiled with a nod before he jogged out the room.

"Please be okay, Y/N." Norman whispered, closing his eyes feeling tears threatening to spill as he rested his hands behind his head trying to calm his breathing.

Another hour went past and he still had no further information about what was going on.

He knew he was being impatient and that these sort of things took time, but he couldn't help it. His girlfriend could be dying right now and there wasn't a damn thing he could about it.

"Norman." A familiar British accent suddenly called out as he looked up to find Andy walking into the room.

"Hey, man." He replied, his voice thick with emotion as he stood up embracing his best friend into tight hug.

"I am so sorry, brother. Jeff called and told me everything, have you heard anything else?" Andy asked, but he shook his head, pulling away feeling tears starting to rise in his eyes again as they both sat down.

"I haven't heard anything for nearly eight hours, I don't know what's going on." He sighed leaning back in his chair as he took a deep shaky breath.

"Hey, she's going to be okay." Andy tried saying, but he quickly shook his head.

"You don't know that. She could die." He responded, his voice breaking at the end as he wiped his eyes with the palm of his hands.

Neither of them said anything for a few minutes before Andy started talking again.

"Remember that time back during Season 4 when we were filming those Terminus scenes where Y/N was doing that stunt and broke her wrist? She pretended like she was fine for the whole day and none of us even noticed until we finished filming the last scene and she told us." Andy explained causing him to chuckle slightly at your stupidity.

"Yeah, she rolled up her sleeve and her wrist was just swollen and black. Nearly made Chandler throw up." He replied unable to hide his smile.

He remembered that day so clearly and how he drove you to the hospital despite you telling him that you were okay to drive. You had always managed to surprise him with how strong and brave you were, he just hoped like hell that this would be another one of those times.

"She..." Andy trailed off as a nurse began walking over towards the two of them.

"Miss Y/L/N, is out of surgery. The surgery went well, she should start to wake up in a few hours."

"So, she's gonna be okay?" Norman questioned a sliver of hope in his voice as he stared at the nurse.

"Yes, she'll be fine. Now usually I wouldn't allow this because visiting hours are over, but I know who you guys are. My daughter watches The Walking Dead and Y/N's character, George, is her favourite. Y/N's in room 32 through that hallway." The nurse replied motioning over her shoulder as they both gave her grateful nod before she began walking away.

"Go see her, I'll call Jeffrey and let him know whats happening." Andy said pulling his phone out from his pocket and Norman nodded.

"Thank you." He replied patting the man's shoulder before he walked off down the white hallway.

His eyes scanned the numbers on each door until he reached 32. He wasn't sure what to expect as he opened the door, but he did not expect this.

The room was dark, a small lamp lighting up the large room as a singular bed sat in the middle. But, that wasn't what shocked him, what shocked him was seeing your unconscious body laying on the hospital bed, cords and machines hanging up all around you. Even from where he stood by the door he could see how ghostly pale your skin was, along with the thick white bandage that was wrapped around your forehead.

Slowly he walked into the room, closing the door behind himself as he made his way to your bedside. He hated seeing you like this. You looked so small, so vulnerable lying there in that hospital gown and oxygen mask, it just wasn't right.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

He sat down on the plastic chair beside your bed, his hand resting on top of yours as he squeezed it gently. You had cuts and bruises all up your arms from when you crashed the motorcycle, along with the deep purple and blue bruise peaking out from under the bandage from the staircase incident.

"I should've noticed something was wrong earlier, I shouldn't have let you on that motorcycle." He sobbed, tears falling down his cheeks as he stared at your sleeping form, his shaky fingers gently brushing the hair out of your face.

How could he let this happen? He should've been more persistent on you taking a the day off, you should have never gotten on that bike.

"God, I'm so sorry baby. I'm so sorry." He whimpered, not bothering to wipe his tears away.

You were always so happy and full of life, so strong and fearless. You shouldn't be laying on a hospital bed completely helpless, it wasn't right and he couldn't stand seeing you like this.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there crying, but when he heard a soft knock on the door he quickly tried wiping away his tears before glancing over his shoulder as Andy slowly opened the door, a tray of coffees in his hand.

"How's she doing?" Andy asked quietly, shutting the door behind himself as he slowly made his way towards his two friends.

"Still unconscious." He replied, hating how weak his voice sounded as he turned back to your bed not wanting Andy to see his eyes which were no doubt red and puffy.

"Hey." Andy quickly said, placing the two coffees on the bedside table as he reached for Norman's shoulder, noticing how broken his voice sounded. "They said she's gonna be okay, what's going on?"

"I can't do this, man." He replied, standing up from his chair as took a few steps away feeling tears rise in his eyes again.

"You can't do what?" Andy asked carefully as he watched his best friend who's back was still turned to him.

"I can't do this! I can't sit here while she's lying on that fucking hospital bed after just having brain surgery, look at her! She's the most nicest, most caring and strongest girl I've ever met, she doesn't deserve this! She doesn't deserve any of this!" He yelled, his voice cracking as tears fell down his cheeks.

"Nobody deserves this, especially her. But hey, look at me." Andy instructed walking over to him as he reluctantly turned around, dropping his head as Andy grabbed the side of his face forcing him to look at him. "I know you're hurting brother, seeing her like this, it hurts me too. But you need to be strong, you have to be strong for her! She's gonna need you more than ever once she wakes up, you have to be strong."

"I know. I know." He whispered, wiping the tears from his eyes as he took a deep shaky breath.

"Come sit down, have some coffee." Andy replied motioning towards the coffee cups on the bedside table as the two of them walked back over to the bed.

"How's Hilarie going?" He asked after a few minutes, glancing over at Andy who was now sitting on a plastic chair beside him.

"Really good. She gave birth to a healthy baby girl about 20 minutes before I called. Jeffrey was so happy." Andy informed causing Norman to smile at the news, relieved that both Hilarie and the baby were doing fine. "They're actually at this hospital too, after finding out about Y/N, Hilarie refused to be taken anywhere else. They're up on Level 2 at the moment. You should come visit them with me, Y/N won't be awake for a while the doctor said."

"Nah, I ain't going anywhere until she wakes up. Go see the baby, I'll let you know when she wakes up." He replied nodding towards the door as Andy gave him a small smile.

"Y/N's lucky to have you. I'll be back soon."

You must have been asleep because everything was black and dead silent, minus a soft beeping sound in the background. What was that noise and why did it smell like disinfectants? You thought to yourself as you slowly opened your eyes.

Everything was blurry at first, your head still foggy from the nightmare you had about crashing your characters motorcycle. You blinked a few times forcing your eyes to focus and that's when you realised you definitely weren't at home.

You quickly turned your head in confusion, spotting some sort of heart rate machine and bunch of other machines you didn't know of. Where the hell where you? Looking down you realised you weren't in your usual pyjamas, you were wearing a hospital gown with some kind of IV needle sticking out your arm. You were in a hospital. Why were you in a hospital?

You quickly glanced around the dimly lit room in panic as your eyes landed on Norman who seemed to be fast asleep with his head on his arms which were resting on the side of your bed.

You felt yourself slowly relaxing now that you knew he was there, but why was he still wearing his Daryl uniform? He still had the vest on and everything, why didn't he get changed? You thought to yourself when suddenly it clicked.

It wasn't a nightmare. You did crash your characters motorcycle. You were filming that highway scene with Norman and Jeffrey, did you really hurt yourself that badly to end up in a hospital? You could have sworn you hit the brakes before falling off the bike, but by the thumping headache you were staring to feel, you were beginning to think otherwise.

You focused back on Norman as you gently began running your fingers through his hair and after a few minutes he began to stir. He slowly lifted his head, his tired eyes locking with yours and it took him a few seconds to process the fact that you were actually awake as his eyes went wide with shock.

"Hey." You said softly, your voice rough as you pulled the oxygen mask off and tried to clear your throat before Norman quickly grabbed a cup of water from the bedside table and handing it to you.

"You got it? Just slowly." He said hovering over you as you took a few sips of water before he placed the plastic cup back on the table. "How are you feeling?" He asked worriedly, his hand resting on top of yours squeezing it gently.

"Got a killer headache. What happened?" You asked, your voice a little clearer now.

"You had bleeding in your brain, probably caused from when you hit your head on those stairs during your fight scene. But, nobody realised until you crashed the motorcycle and passed out. The crew called an ambulance and they put you through into emergency surgery, I don't know the details, but they said you're going to fine." Norman explained as you stared at him in disbelief, trying to take in all that information. You were in surgery because your brain was bleeding? Holy shit, you didn't even hit your head that hard, did you?

"Shouldn't have let you continue working after the accident. If I-" He began saying, but you quickly cut him off knowing what he was going to say.

"It's not your fault. Don't even think about blaming yourself." You responded squeezing his hand gently when you noticed tears in his eyes as he shook his head.

"You could have died, Y/N. The nurse didn't even know if you were going to make it through surgery... I thought I was going to lose you." He mumbled, dropping his head, but you could tell by the way his shoulders were shaking, that he was crying.

"You didn't lose me. Hey, I'm okay. I'm okay." You said gently reaching your hand out to cup the side of his face as he leant into your touch. "I ain't going anywhere, Norman. It's going to be okay." You whispered, brushing your thumb against his cheek wiping away his tears.

"God, I should be the one comforting you, not the other way around." He mumbled, grabbing your hand against his cheek as he kissed your palm gently.

"I'm fine, Norman. Maybe once these painkillers wear off, it might be a different story. But I'm fine." You insisted as you started sitting yourself up in bed with Norman's help, wincing slightly at the thumping in you head.

Suddenly, his phone began to ring as he quickly pulled it out, realising it was a text message from Andy. He opened the message and he couldn't help the smile on his face when he saw the photo of Jeffrey holding his baby daughter.

"What's got you smiling like that?" You asked curiously watching your boyfriend beside you as he handed you his phone.

It took a few seconds to realise why Jeffrey was holding a baby before you started smiling too. She had her baby. You stared at the photo for a few seconds before Andy sent through a text with the photo.

'Meet George, a healthy baby girl who's already stolen Uncle Andy's heart. Also, Hilarie and Jeff wanted to name her after Y/N so they named her after Y/N's character, they're both relieved that she made it through surgery. Hope she wakes up soon.'

"They named her after my character." You whispered in shock as you handed the phone back to Norman who frowned in confusion before he saw the next text message as his face broke out into a smile. "She's beautiful."

"Must come with the name." He responded glancing up from his phone towards you as you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, because a bandage wrapped around my forehead with no doubt stitches in my head somewhere is attractive." You commented with a chuckle as he shook his head.

"You're still beautiful, Y/N." He replied, putting his phone away as he laced his fingers with yours and you smiled. "I love you so much." He whispered, placing a soft kiss over the bandage on your forehead.

"I love you too, Norman."

A/N- Link in bio for Masterlist. I will reblog with Daryl Dixon Tag List, if you want to be added to the list, just comment below.

Anyway, this was my first ever Norman Reedus fanfic and I really enjoyed writing it, it was completely different writing for an actor instead of a character and I would like to write more in the future if you guys would like to read those sort of fics let me know in the comments below.

Just a little heads up, I don’t really have any other fics finished to start posting (I have so many wip’s that i need to finish, but work and life is really busy and I don’t have much time these days to sit down and write, so I’m sorry in advance, but I might be a little bit quite on this site.

I hope you all enjoyed this fic and I will keep you guys posted on my writing as often as I can. Anyway, until next time stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

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I have decided to post my list of all the stuff I watched this year (that I kept track of anyway!), so you can understand why I am incredibly not productive at reading, writing, or keeping my house clean.

Italics are used to indicate rewatches!

Movies Watched In 2020

January 1. Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (Ehh!) 2. The Biggest Little Farm (yay! nature! i guess.) 3. Cats (oof - but also, amazing!) 4. Like A Boss (I honestly barely remember what this is at this point. A relic from an age where we went to the movies just because we were bored!) 5. The Turning (NOPE! Thank God we got Bly Manor later in the year!) 6. You, Me, and Him (Very promising premise. Lucy Punch and David Tennant are there, even. But BAD!!!!!!!!) 7. Dolittle (Going to the movies just because you’re bored: Part 2) 8. Miss Americana (YES!!!!!) 9. THE VELOCIPASTOR (YES!!!!!!) February 10. Knives Out (a good ‘un) 11. A Little Princess (the BEST ‘un) 12. Enchanted (always an important rewatch!) 13. Birds of Prey (x2!) (THE ONLY WAY TO WATCH BIRDS OF PREY. can you believe that in this calendar year, i got to go see birds of prey in the theatre twice?) 14. Austenland (ALWAYS!) 15. Vita & Virginia (found it kind of a slog but might try it again someday) 16. Honey Boy (my boyfriend wanted to watch it okay) 17. Brittany Runs A Marathon (a decent dramedy time!) 18. Ideal Home (like sherlock holmes always called irene adler the woman, i always call this movie The Movie) 19. To All The Boys 2 (okay, with pretty colors and stuff!) 20. Best in Show (can you believe it took me this long to see it??) 21. Tell It To The Bees (nooooooooooooo! don’t tell ME about it, anyway!) 22. Napoleon Dynamite (PERFECTION ITSELF WAS ACHIEVED IN THE YEAR 2004!)

March 23. Mr. Right (trying to remember what this was. i think it’s that movie with anna kendrick and sam rockwell! in which case: a solid action romcom, VERY fun chemistry betwixt them!) 24. Mansfield Park (1999) (always a good ‘un full of hot mess people!) 25. Wild Nights With Emily (YES!) 26. Emma. (and on that day, we all knew austen aesthetic perfection) 27. Fighting with my Family (a solid watch always. plus: a movie about a teenage girl with no love interest!!!!! i am STILL thrilled about that.) 28. Jojo Rabbit (laugh-sob!) 29. Last Christmas (laugh-sob ft. emma thompson! emilia clarke make me one million more movies in the romcom-ish department! you were made to be sparkling and hilarious!) 30. Roman Holiday (this was the first time i’d seen this movie as an adult and it owned my whole soul) 31. The Big Year (i like birds and jack black and rashida jones and movies that feature alaska. who doesn’t?) April 32. Onward (this was fun!) 33. Parasite (this was fun, and then it TEARS YOUR SOUL OUT!) 34. Love. Wedding. Repeat. (.............. NO. do not, under any circumstances, repeat. why would you use sam claflin like this?) 35. Damsel (mia wasikowska and rpattz cool western weirdness!) 36. Jane Goodall: The Hope (jane goodall rules!!!!!!) 37. The Secret Garden (PERFECTION ITSELF, like and yet not at all like napoleon dynamite) 38. Portrait of a Lady on Fire (such a beautiful and aesthetically exquisite film!) May 39. Sense & Sensibility (1995) (ALWAYS) 40. That Thing You Do (i still had the soundtrack 100% memorized from my childhood!) 41. Click (DO NOT RECOMMEND) 42. Much Ado About Nothing (2011) - Not a movie, but it was 2 hours and 40 minutes so I'm counting it! Such a joy to see the T&T Delight Factory up to their antics in classic romcom shape! (that was my original note when i put it on the list; i stand by it. WHERE IS OUR TENNANT/TATE MARRIEDS SHOW?) 43. The Half of It (so good!) 44. Yes Man (i mean ... it happened!) 45. The Lovebirds (not amazing BUT a very fun pair of characters) June 46. If Beale Street Could Talk (beautiful! heartbreaking!) 47. Her (i mean ............ okay.) 48. A Mighty Wind (do you ever feel like eugene levy is eugene levy-ing TOO hard?) 49. Rocketman (a great ‘un!) 50. The King of Staten Island (i had some feelings! pete davidson did good!) 51. Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner (hey! i watched a classic movie this year! it was good! it felt more modern than i expected!) 52. Cat People (1982) - GOD HELP ME (my original note; i stand by it) 53. Blow the Man Down (aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!) 54. Outside In (what is this? i guess i’ll have to google it. oh! it was a lynn shelton movie! poignant and weird.) 55. The Hundred-Foot Journey (really nice if you want the feeling of going to very aesthetically pleasing europe without actually being able to go to europe! plus: FOOD) 56. The Good Liar (oh my god this movie was BLEAK and i wanted it to be FUN, damn it!) 57. The Blackcoat's Daughter (I hated watching this ... SO MUCH!!!!!!!) 58. Eurovision Song Contest: the Story of Fire Saga (I loved watching this ... SO MUCH!!!) July 59. Carrie Pilby (i mean, it happened) 60. Big Eden (so sweet!!!!!! this dude also made the family stone and i’ve realized i kind of love his movie style.) 61. Love Jacked (some classic made-for-tv-level romcom goodness!) 62. Uncut Gems (AAAAAAAAAH) 63. Late Night (i mean, it’s mindy kaling and emma thompson, come on) 64. Spaceship Earth (i watched a documentary! i’m a really smart person now, guys! like, if you asked me what this documentary was about, i would say, “blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah!”, giving you the exact right answer!) 65. Desperados (BAD, but a winston/aly reunion is not something i’m gonna turn my nose up at) 66. Palm Springs (so good!!!!!!) 67. Hannah Gadsby: Douglas (so good!!!!!!!!) August 68. Summerland (SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!) 69. Outlaw King (no thank you please! i just wanted the whole thing to be about chris pine and florence pugh’s arranged marriage, because i am me) 70. 10 Cloverfield Lane (a forever gothic fave!) 71. Crimson Peak (another forever gothic fave! [we were watching all these because my boyfriend was writing a paper about all my gothic faves]) 72. Get Out (see above!) September 73. Rear Window (what a zany time this movie is! grace kelly = PERFECT, window guy with broken leg whose name i’ve forgotten = A DAMN FOOL for stringing her along) 74. Little Women (2019) (i mean, you don’t need to hear me talk about this even more) 75. Ex Machina (gothic fave again!!!!!!!!!!) 76. Enola Holmes (this movie really just made me so happy with its bright sunny aesthetic and enola being epic, hilarious, plucky, and awesome) 77. Parasite (again! this time for the whole modern gothic movies purpose! by this point me and the bf were starting to get kind of depressed/freaked out!) 78. Leap Year (MY LOVE, MY LIFE) October 79. The Witches (1990) (um. WHAT! i thank the good lord that i never saw this as a child, because it would have been the mental ruin of me.) 80. Hubie Halloween (hey, it happened in front of my eyeballs, okay!) 81. Rebecca (2020) (x2) (yes. i watched it twice for some reason. and by ‘some reason,’ i mean SHIPPING MRS. DW 2 AND MRS. DANVERS BECAUSE WHY NOT, THEY WERE VIBIN’!) 82. The Witches (2020) (would NOT scar me for life; i did find it nicer than critics seemed to) 83. The Addams Family (i mean, *chef’s kiss*) 84. Addams Family Values (DEBBIE IS MY HERO!) 85. Holidate (this was dumb but also quite fun?) 86. Hocus Pocus (THE essential october watch! god, i miss the 90s.) 87. Ready or Not (s’more excellent halloween viewing! i didn’t find this movie quite as fun rewatching as i did the first time around, but danged if it’s not a great lead performance.) November 88. Downhill (well, no. i guess what this gave to my lif was when i read the new ruth ware novel shortly after this, i was like, “dang, avalanches are really factoring into my fiction lately!” and that’s what this movie gave me. would have loved to see a stronger movie from these actors!) 89. My Best Friend's Wedding (rewatchin’ a classic! this movie kind of rules?) 90. Easy A (the parents are my lifespiration always!) 91. Ideal Home ❤️❤️❤️ (sometimes, you watch a movie you love very much yet again, and your soul cannot rest until you put three heart emojis beside its title) 92. Jingle Jangle: A Christmas Journey (so fun and pretty to look upon!) 93. The Invisible Man (2020) (AAAAAAAH! this was a great movie.) 94. An American Pickle (rather poignant and diverting!) 95. The Princess Switch (i don’t know why the exact degree of sweet stupidity in these movies charms me so, but it does. it does!) 96. The Princess Switch 2 (EVEN BETTER! MORE VANESSAS TO SWITCH!) 97. Big Miracle (alaska movie!!!!!!! with lots of great people in it!!!!!) 98. Happiest Season (i mean, i don’t know. i’ve read so much discourse on either side of the issue that i just DON’T KNOW. it happened! i watched it!) 99. Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day (AMY ADAMS BEING PERFECT, FRANCES MCDORMAND BEING PERFECT, LEE PACE BEING PERFECT, CIARAN HINDS BEING PERFECT) 100. The Family Stone (i hated this movie when it first came out but i loved it watching it this time around??? i love movies when it’s a bunch of people just interacting within a small, not very dramatic setting. that’s my catnip.) December 101. Godmothered (i love the f/f version i made up in my head) 102. Little Nicky (yeah! that’s right! i watched little nicky this year! i blame spn!) 103. Emma (2020) (sometimes a girl needeth a rewatch) 104. The Secret Garden (2020) (nah.) 105. Batman Returns (WHAT!) 106. Batman Forever (WHAT!!!) 107. The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (i did it! i finally watched them!) 108. The Holiday (i, no joke, love this movie more every single time i watch it.) 109. Little Women (1994) (SAME!) 110. The Hobbit 2 (probably the one i enjoyed the least in the trilogy? but also: tauriel!) 111. Little Women (2019) (some years, you just keep watching cinema auteur greta gerwig’s adaptation of little women.) 112. Wonder Woman 1984 (*shrug*) 113. The Hobbit 3 (i actually liked this one, maybe the best of the lot! but not enough to include the actual title in my list!) and my list of tv for the year, but sans commentary because i’m tired. if you want to ask what i thought of anything, go right ahead! you’re sure to get a thrilling answer!! TV Shows Watched in 2020 January Spinning Out, Season 1 New Girl, Full Series Grace and Frankie, Season 6 The Mandalorian, Season 1 Sex Education, Season 2 February The Crown, Season 1 Sanditon, Season 1 Locke & Key, Season 1 The Crown, Season 2 Fresh Off The Boat, Season 6 March Hillary, Full Series (Huh, something weird must have happened this month! Ahahahaha ......)

April The Office, Full Series Anne with an E, Season 1 Happy Endings, Full Series Avenue 5, Season 1 Derry Girls, Full Series The Kingdom of the White Wolf May Never Have I Ever, Season 1 Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist, Season 1 Good Girls, Season 3 Bless This Mess, Season 2 Sense & Sensibility (2008), Full Series The Last Man On Earth, Full Series Broadchurch, Full Series The Great, Season 1 The Mick, Full Series Poldark, Season 5 June Beecham House, Season 1 Wanted, Seasons 1-3 The Baby-Sitters Club, Season 1 July Anne with an E, Full Series The Mindy Project, Full Series Four Weddings and a Funeral, Full Series This Is Us, Season 4 The Big Flower Fight, Season 1 Atlanta, Season 1 Catastrophe, Full Series August Lovesick, Full Series The Miniaturist, Full Series Harley Quinn, Season 1 Doctor Who, Season 1 Episodes, Full Series Harley Quinn, Season 2 The Comeback, Full Series Doctor Who, Season 2 Torchwood, Season 1 September Reign, Season 1 Reign, Season 2 Doctor Who, Season 3 Torchwood, Season 2

Escape to the Chateau, Season 1-Season 4 The Duchess, Season 1 Torchwood, Children of Earth Superstore, Season 1-3 Reign, Season 3 October Superstore, Season 4-5 Emily in Paris, Season 1 Over the Garden Wall, Full Series Doctor Who, Season 4 Pen15, Season 2 Last Tango in Halifax, Season 5 Reign, Season 4 The Haunting of Bly Manor Doctor Who, Season 5 The Baby-Sitters Club, Season 1 Dickinson, Season 1 November Ted Lasso, Season 1 Flesh and Blood, Full Series Supernatural, Season 1 Supernatural, Season 2 Brooklyn 99, Seasons 1-7 Miracle Workers, Season 1 Supernatural, Season 3 I Hate Suzie, Season 1 December Supernatural, Season 4 Dash and Lily, Full Series Supernatural, Season 5 Supernatural, Season 6 The Undoing, Full Series Life in Pieces, Full Series The Flight Attendant, Season 1 Ghosts, Series 1-2 Doctor Who, Season 6 Supernatural, Season 7 Doctor Who, Season 7 His Dark Materials, Season 2 Bridgerton, Season 1

#dollsome's deep thoughts #sort of #how else do i label the tv and movie consumption which shapes my being?

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 3 years

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you took me on a cut-your-own-christmas-tree-farm date & holy frick you make a cute lumberjack I WAS UNPREPARED

A couple of cuss words are in here. Fluffiness ahead.

All the instructions said were for him to dress warm, which in Race’s mind was jeans, a shirt with a flannel shirt over it and his winter coat. He wasn’t prepared to see Lumberjack Spot walk out of their bedroom, tugging on his winter coat. His breath was momentarily taken away as his eyes slowly made their way up Spot’s body. “You done checking me out?”

“Uhhh . . . I may need a moment or two more.” Race grinned, taking another look before Spot grabbed his hand and dragged him out of their house. “So where are we going?”

Spot gave him a look as they got into the SUV, they had recently purchased. It was the first car either of them owned that wasn’t used and both had a blast test driving so many cars before landing on a deep navy blue Nissan Rogue. “You know what the date is, right?”

“Uhhh . . . December 1st, right?” Race had a hard time keeping track of the days as they mostly just blended together with appointments and work.

Spot started driving, giving his boyfriend a grin. “Yes, It’s December 1st and it’s a surprise if you haven’t figured it out yet.”

Race nodded, hooking his phone up to the bluetooth as Michael Buble’s “It’s Beginning To Look a Lot Like Christmas” played softly through the speakers. Race laced his fingers with Spot’s and squeezed them as they headed out of the city.

“How has your week been?” Race smiled, looking over at Spot. “I feel like I haven’t seen you at all.”

Spot grimaced, his engineering firm was about to close a big deal with a local hospital on building a state of the art facility that would take a couple of years and millions of dollars. “The deal is almost done. We’re anticipating being able to sign on Monday. I’ll just be glad when it’s done.”

“Have they named a head engineer on it yet?” Race asked, knowing just how badly Spot wanted the job.

He shook his head. “Not yet. My boss said they’re going to announce it in a few weeks.”

“Fingers crossed that it’ll be you, Spottie.” Race grinned.

Shaking his head, Spot clicked off the cruise control as they merged onto an exit. Race looked up, not recognizing where they were headed. “Don’t jinx me. Yes, I want it but I’ll be happy that the firm is getting the business. There’ll be other big deals.”

One of the many things that Race loved about Spot is that he was modest. One of the things Race disliked about Spot was that he didn’t toot his own horn and own his accomplishments. Spot was a brilliant engineer who had finished the new art museum to rave reviews. They had toured it several weeks ago and even Race was impressed by the building.

“You’re too modest. You deserve that contract, Spot.” Race gave him a look with a soft smile. “Own that and let yourself imagine it for a second that it could be yours.”

Spot nodded, as they turned into a seemingly empty lot. They quickly parked as Race’s eyes widened in realization. “We’re cutting down our Christmas tree today, aren’t we?”

“Yes, yes we are. It’s tradition after all.” Spot laughed, getting out of the car and heading into the little hut off to the side. Race watched as he talked with the lady behind the counter, her handing him a map and a saw. A few more words were exchanged before Spot joined him outside.

“That looked to be an interesting conversation.” Race noted as Spot nodded, opening up the map she had given him.

Nodding, Spot laid the map out on the hood of the car, surveying it. “She asked if we had done this before and I told her yes. Then she asked about the particular tree that we were looking for. I told her something that’s full, won’t shed a lot, and tall. She suggested the Fraser Fir, as they have a firm needle.”

Race snorted at the statement before hip checking Spot as he looked at the map, pointing at a spot. “So we’re heading over here?”

“Let’s go find us a tree.” Spot scooped up the map, grabbed the saw and Race’s hand as they made their way out to the field. They headed to the left side, where the Fraser Firs would be. In passing a few trees, they quickly decided to keep walking. “How big are we looking for?”

“Well the house ceilings are 12 feet, so something significantly less than that.” Spot shrugged. “Maybe like 8 or 9 feet.”

Race nodded, stopping to look at one, letting his fingers comb the branches. “How about this one?”

Spot eyed it, shrugging. “How about we keep looking? It doesn’t feel like the right one.”

Race laughed, throwing his head back. “You’ve get a feeling about the right tree?”

“It's instinctual.” Spot said, walking a few yards away from Race.

He shook his head, watching his boyfriend walk away. “Now I know you’re just making shit up.”

Spot’s laugh echoed in the open field, causing Race to smile before going to find him. Race found him looking at a tall tree with a grin. “How about this one?”

Race joined him, letting his fingers fall to the branches and giving them a hearty tug. The needles were soft under his fingers and the tree was taller than him, which wasn’t saying much. “I love it. I think this might be the one.”

“Want to do the honors?” Holding out the saw to him, Spot gave Race a look before busting up laughing.

“Have you met me?” Race wheezed out over the laughter. “I can’t cut anything straight. I’ll muck it up.”

Spot dropped to his knees before falling to his stomach, grumbling about being on the cold ground before starting to cut down the tree. Race took the opportunity to gleefully stare at his rear in the tight jeans. “And quit checking me out.”

Gasping, Race gave him a grin. “I wouldn’t do such a thing.”

“Then why do I feel your eyes burning holes on my ass?” Spot looked over his shoulder with a grin, continuing to cut down the tree.

The tree fell with a flourish as Spot held a hand out to be helped up. Race pulled him into his arms, kissing him with a grin. “Great job, Spottie.”

Spot laughed, picking up the truck before motioning Race to grab the top. They awkwardly walked back to the parking lot, allowing the employees to wrap it up and tie it down to the car. After paying, they were on their way back to the city. “How are we going to decorate it?”

“Lights, ornaments, the whole 9 yards that we typically decorate it.” Spot shrugged, not really understanding where Race was going with this.

“All tonight?” Race asked, fiddling with the radio.

Spot caught his hand in his, lacing their fingers together, squeezing them gently. “If you want. Or we can put the lights up tonight and do the ornaments tomorrow.”

“Rather just get it done and over with.” Race sighed, relaxing back in his seat, watching the world pass them by. “It’s hard to believe it’s already December. Seemed the year just started and now we’re almost done.”

Spot smiled, listening to Race go soft. “Are you ready for the mayhem that’ll be coming with work?”

“Christmas dances are already underway and we have our big showcase on the 21st- you’ll be there right?” Race asked, biting his lip.

Spot nodded. “It’s in my calendar and I wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially since Ella is making her dancing debut.”

Jack and Kat’s daughter, Ella, was 3 and all she could talk about was dancing at Uncle Race’s studio. The little girl loved her uncles and loved dancing even more so it was a natural fit.

“She’s so good, Spottie.” Race sighed. “It’ll be fun watching her grow and continue to get better.”

Spot loved listening to Race talk about dancing. He had been a dancer his whole life and the decision to open his own studio wasn’t one he took lightly but he excelled at it. He had a waiting list of potential dancers due to the popularity of the studio and the high standards he held his dancers to.

Race sighed. “It’s going to be chaotic these next few weeks but it’ll be nice to have some time off at the end of the month. Maybe we can get away for a few days after Christmas.”

“That sounds like a plan. We should probably book something sooner rather than later and maybe in the middle of the week.” Spot loved the suggestion and knew that Race was correct about the chaotic nature of the weeks ahead.

Once home, they made quick work getting the tree into the house and setting it up in the corner of the living room. “Hey, where did we put the lights?”

“Uhhh . . . I think they’re in the attic.” Spot called back, tightening the tree stand, ensuring that the tree was secured.

Race nodded, heading into the hallway where their pulldown stairs were located. Once the ladder was secured, he climbed it immediately finding the big box that had Spot’s scrawl on it. Grabbing it, he heffed it downstairs, putting in near the tree with a huff. “You okay?”

“Have I mentioned how much I hate our attic?” Race gave him a look with a shake of his head. “Because if I haven’t, I really hate it.”

Spot chuckled, because it was the same statement every year around this time. “I’m sorry that you had to go up there.”

Race shook his head, opening up the box, grabbing a string of lights. Spot stayed back, knowing how much Race loved to put the lights on. “Quit staring at my ass.”

“Payback is hell.” Spot grinned, letting his eyes scan Race’s backside with a chuckle.

Race looked over his shoulder and wiggled his butt at Spot as he continued to clip the lights into place, causing Spot to laugh at him. Before long, Spot was grabbing the step stool for Race so he could do the top part of the tree. While he did that, Spot went up to the attic to retrieve the boxes that were filled with their ornaments.

“Spottie?” Race called, standing at the bottom of the ladder, looking uneasily up into the attic. “You up there?”

“Yea I’m up here.” Spot handed him a box, watching him take into the living room before appearing once more. He handed him one more before walking down with the final box.

Looking at the boxes, Race looked over at Spot with a grin. “How do you want to do this?”

“How about we start with our ornaments for the year?” Spot suggested as Race grinned.

They had started the tradition the first year they were together. They would each buy each other ornaments that reflected on the past year. In the past four years, they had to get creative with the ornaments.

Spot walked into their bedroom, grabbing a box and went back into the living room as Race came from their home office. “You hid yours in the home office?”

“You never go in there so it was the perfect hiding place.” Race grinned, sitting on the couch as Spot joined him. “You go first.”

Spot grinned, handing over the colorfully wrapped box. Race’s eyes lit up at the box before slowly starting to unwrap it. A plain brown box was in his hands as he slid his finger under the tape. Opening it up, Race gasped at the silver box that had a silver ribbon on top with a red ribbon attached to it. “It’s so pretty. But I don’t understand.”

Spot took the box from him, before lacing their fingers together, giving them a quick squeeze. “Antonio, it’s been an amazing four years since you walked into my life. You have turned my world upside down and I am so thankful everyday that I can call you mine. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

Dropping to his knee, Spot unlocked the silver box to reveal a silver hammered ring, nestled in the velvet inside. Race’s jaw dropped as a tear made its way down his face. Nodding, he sniffled. “Yes, Sean. Yes.”

Taking the ring out of the box, he slid it on Race’s ring finger before pulling Race to him, kissing him. “I love you, Racer.”

“I love you too Spottie.” Race held his left hand up, admiring the ring. “Damn you Spot. Making me cry . . . it’s supposed to be a happy day.”

Spot chuckled, kissing him once more. “It is a happy day. You just made all of my hopes, dreams, and wishes come true.”

“And now you want me to give you my ornament?” Race said, wiping his eyes with a sigh. Spot grinned at him, nodding.

Handing Spot a simple red wrapped box, Race ran his finger over the ring that was just placed on his finger with a grin. Race had had a hard time picking out Spot’s ornament but hoped he would love it.

“Don’t look so nervous.” Spot grinned, pulling off the wrapping paper watching Race bit his lip. “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

Race nodded, his lip still in between his teeth. Spot opened the box, gasping at what was laying among the tissue paper. Race had gotten a local artist to create an ornament of the two of them. Their backs on the ornament with Spot’s arm around Race’s back. Along the bottom were their names along with “your my person” and the year.

Spot looked up at Race with tears in his eyes. “I absolutely love it. This is amazing.”

“You sure?” Race asked, despite the reaction from Spot, he was still nervous.

Putting the ornament on the coffee table, Spot leaned over to Race, pulling him in for a kiss. “Yes, I absolutely love it. It’s perfect for this year. Our ornaments go hand in hand.”

“Unintentionally but yes they do.” Race grinned, pulling Spot back in for a kiss. “I love you Sean Conlon. Thank you for making me the happiest person yet.”

“Love you too Antonio Higgins. Thank you for making me so happy.” Spot sighed, lacing their fingers together. “What do you say staying here for a few hours before we decorate the tree? Wanna cuddle with you.”

Race nodded, kicking off his shoes before laying his head on Spot’s chest, fingers still laced together. “You’re a sap Conlon but I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“Love you too Higgins.” Spot grinned, running his fingers through Race’s curls with a sigh of contentment.

Later, after the tree was decorated, they would sit in front of it with Race’s ring on display as they texted and called their friends and family, bringing them into their little secret. Race would look over at Spot with the biggest grin on his face, knowing his life was complete due to the amazing person sitting next to him.

Any feedback you have would be awesome! Hope you enjoyed the fluffiness of these two!!!

#Newsies #Newsies Fan Fiction #Writing #ask #drabble requests #newsies drabble #drabble prompt #spot conlon x racetrack higgins #Christmas Fluff #Deck the Halls #Spot Conlon #racetrack higgins #Christmas

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coffee-or-murder · 3 years

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The Farm- Day One

TLDR- Tadhgán has the bright idea to go work part time at the estate’s farm to casually run into Miss Lemon after not seeing her for a week after the Harvest Festival, gets upstaged by his drake, and is promised baked goods for doing basically nothing.

Lemon is 19 and Tadhgán is like 16? (because weird half elf ages and halfling ages weeeee, they should be about the same age though)

Tadhgán was feeling a little dumb. He knew the Bakhuizen estate was huge, but the glimpses he got at the Harvest Festival paled in comparison to just how big it was. He’d offered to help around the farm thinking he might run into Miss Lemon again, but there was just no way one tiny halfling lass would be that easy to find in a place that was nearly the same size as town! His new part time boss Mr. Benji, a massive heavily muscular orc with an easy grin and dark green skin, led him through winding stone paths to the far side of the estate on a nearly twenty minute walk! Tadhgán really had no idea just how large this place was. There’s just no way he would just casually run into her! He sighed into his lunch pail, frowning as he tried to ignore his disappointment. Sure she was very cute, and headstrong, and clever, and when they danced at the fair he didn’t even have to think about bending over to spin her around just to hear her laugh, and her smile was brilliant, and the apple turnover she’d made was the best he’d ever had, and oh gods no he was such a mess. He’d barely spoken to her the whole night, too nervous to do much more than go where she led and nod or smile, and that was a full week ago! She had to have forgotten him by now.

“Mr. Tadhgán? It is you! I was wondering when we’d meet again,” Miss Lemon greeted, throwing his focus directly out of his head to stare slack jawed down at her. She was wearing a soft yellow skirt today, and a plain collared shirt with fluffy sleeves, and no shoes despite the slight chill. He gulped, clearing his throat to try to speak but nothing came out. He waved.

“She is half your size rider. Find your tongue,” Aodhán hissed beside him. He turned to glare at the drake lounging in the grass as he lazily picked meat off of the deer leg Mr. Benji brought him for lunch.

“Is that Draconic?” she asked as she cocked her head to the side. He nodded, glancing up at her puzzled expression before staring into his lunch pail at the half eaten sandwich and yellow apple his Da’ had packed for him. His face was hot enough to cook an egg on he just knew he was blushing something fierce. “Will you teach me sometime? I have some draconic cookbooks a cousin gave me, but I can’t make heads or tails of it.”

“Don’t you steal away my helper lass! Besides, his drake is more talkative then he is,” Mr. Benji called out from the barn as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Uncle! You shouldn’t tease him,” Miss Lemon pouted as she frowned up at the large orc. He huffed, walked over, squatted down to be closer to her height, and ruffled her hair so quickly the top fluffed up. She squealed and swatted his hand away before holding his forearm still with her tiny hands. “You shouldn’t tease me either!”

“That is my job niece! Didn’t you know Mama named me Head of the Department of Teasing and Tomfoolery? You wouldn’t want me to disappoint her now would you?” Mr. Benji solemnly explained, face as still and serious as it had been the entire day, before he broke out grinning again and scooped her up. “Little ones need to be teased or they’ll get too big too soon!”

“Uncle stop! We have guests!” Miss Lemon laughed as she wiggled around in his grasp. Benji just held on and walked towards the cart, gently tossing her into the pile of hay in the back with a happy squeal. She popped out of the hay, strands of it sticking out of her hair as she glared playfully at him.

“Oh fine fine. I’ll stop for now. As long as you don’t abscond with my helper,” he rumbled before turning and winking at Tadhgán. “We start again in ten boy. Don’t get too sidetracked,” he ordered before heading back into the barn. Miss Lemon stuck her tongue out at his back before scrambling up to the bench as gracefully as Tadhgán thought someone could manage walking through a pile of hay, before sitting beside him and picking hay out of her braid.

“Well I did promise uncle I wouldn’t steal you, so I’m sad to report you’re stuck with him for the time being. If you’re still willing to teach me, maybe I can strike a bargain with him? I would really appreciate the help, and I’ll bake you something in exchange! You liked my turnover didn’t you?” she asked as she leaned a bit towards him. He gulped. Yep. Still tongue tied. Damn.

“Rider! If I help will she feed me?” Aodhán growled, shoving his big head up into the cart between them and snorting loudly. Miss Lemon yelped in surprise, but didn’t run away even when the drake licked his bloody jaw clean.

“Will-will you feed ‘im? Iffin he helps?” Tadhgán stuttered. She blinked up at him, dark green eyes still just as pretty as he remembered, before turning her attention to Aodhán.

“I will bake you something in exchange for you helping me translate the cookbook. I’m not sure what drakes like to eat though, do you like sweets at all?” she asked patiently. Aodhán practically purred and nodded, tail waving happily behind him. Miss Lemon giggled and held out her hand like she was going to shake the drake’s hand. “Deal. Excellent doing business with you Mr. Aodhán,” she said, and gasped quietly as the drake leaned his chin down onto her hand. She scratched his scales gently, and Aodhán’s rumbling jacked up a notch.

“I like this one. She can stay,” Aodhán sighed as he stared happily up at Miss Lemon. She giggled, patting his sound once gently before standing and jumping off the cart.

“We’ll start tomorrow at the same time then! See you soon,” she said as she curtsied to them, before turning and running off back towards the main house. She turned around to wave, and Aodhán smacked his foot with his tail, startling him out of his panic. He waved back. Her face lit up as she grinned before turning back around, yellow ribbon fluttering behind her as she ran. He’d done it. He’d actually run into her again, totally casually. Someone must have been looking out for him.

“Come on you twitterpated pup! We've got work to do!”

#dnd Lemon #dnd Tadhgan #Lemon dnd #Tadhgan dnd #dnd story

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edgeofmyniall · 4 years

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one: “break up with your girlfriend...i’m bored”

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“I know it ain't right, but I don't care. Break up with your girlfriend, yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored”

Los Angeles- the city of angels. Or the city that feels the need to fit in as Ginger sees. She loves the big crowds of people walking, skating down the sidewalk, or taking pictures at the touristy spots. She didn’t mind the bumper to bumper traffic she fights almost every single weekday morning and evening; she has seen and met some interesting people on the freeway. She loves watching the wildflowers bloom through the cracks of the cement in front of her house. She isn’t meant to fit in with the co-inhabitants of Los Angeles. And she’s okay with that.

Ginger sticks out like a sore thumb- red hair, pale skin, and freckles to boot. She never blends in with the sea of blonde and brunette faces. She’s also loud, cheerful, and talks to complete strangers. She loves to laugh and will tell you that her main hobby is to learn about dinosaurs. Her parents swore she would become a teacher or a librarian, but when she was accepted into the University of California, Los Angeles for their business program, both Jack and Pennie knew that she was right where she belonged.

And it was no surprise when Stella and Ginger moved in together. Cousins, Stella and Ginger grew up more like sisters. With Stella’s dad constantly traveling and her mother not in the picture, Stella lived with her father’s brother and his family. Stella and Ginger shared a bedroom at the top of the stairs in the small farmhouse. Ginger and Stella were not afraid of the farm life; growing up they helped feed the animal, and eventually, Jack and Pennie gave the girls two horses for their own.

Stella let her southern accent fade away over time at college because no PR rep should have an accent, but Ginger...she clung to the articulation of her speech as if it was the only thing she had left of home. And Ginger sometimes felt like she was the only one with the country accent in LA, and she is okay with that.

The city of constant sunshine has turned into a dreary grey thunderstorm. Ginger looks out her office window and watches the passers-by scramble to find anything to cover them from the unexpected downpour. She likes to watch the lightning strike the ocean, but she’s too far into the city to see the roar of waves. She watches the raindrops race down her window to the pane before she returns to her work.

It is the sudden knock on her office door that pulls Ginger out of her trance of numbers and calculations. It’s one of her favorite co-workers- Sheila from downstairs. Gingers smile toothily as Sheila, the aging woman, slides a chocolate donut across Ginger’s desk. “Stole this before Rex got to ‘em. Figured you wanted one.” Sheila winks at her friend before biting into her glazed treat.

“This...is why...you’re my favorite,” Ginger says in between bites. She covers her mouth, but the frosted glaze still sticks to her lips. Ginger and Sheila eat their afternoon snack in silence. This is a ritual for both of them. A break for the steady course of the day; a gasp of fresh air for both of them. Sheila doesn’t say much as she leans on the doorway, and Ginger is glad to be in a room with someone besides herself.

Ginger is a people person; moreover, a people-pleaser. She likes to make people happy. She has a knack of knowing when someone needs her to talk with and when she needs to be there in silence. She radiates positivity to her family, friends, and co-workers. She needs to remain happy for the sake that if she gets too into her head, she retreats. She becomes quiet and loses herself in her head. She remembers her heartbreaking and everything she’s stuffed into a bottle comes blowing out.

“You ready for the meeting next week? I haven’t even thought of my idea.” Sheila breaks the silence as she wipes her hands on her napkin. She sits down in the chair in front of Ginger’s desk. It’s lined with framed pictures and Polaroids of those closest to her. “I mean, how can we improve clientele if all we do is come up with new ideas every day?”

“If I knew that becoming a marketing manager meant I had to come up with not one, but two new grand ideas, I would have become a house sitter. Telecommunications, Inc.: Where two ideas are better than one,” Ginger forms an imaginary rainbow with her hands as she laughs sarcastically with her co-worker.

“How’s that new Capital file coming, anyway? You were so excited to get the job, you about cried,” Sheila picks the lint off her pants. For her, small talk is heaven when it’s with Ginger because she’s the one who's doing most of the talking. And Sheila likes that about her friend. She lives through Ginger and her stories. But what she’s reminded of when she comes to Ginger’s office for their daily break is that her own children don’t talk to her as much as her co-worker does.

“Yeah, well that was before I knew how much they spent on stupid shit like a virtual reality system that they used for like, a day! For promo!” Ginger’s eyes grow as her voice begins to get louder. “I mean, I know Ariana is great and all, but they gotta stop spending their money on stuff that doesn’t matter. I’ve sent the CEO an email-”

“Not the CEO,” Sheila gasps theatrically, biting into Ginger’s storytelling. It makes the middle-aged woman feel young again when she talks to Ginger- the only person who doesn’t fake their perkiness.

“Yes, the CEO. And he has me running numbers for a new promotional scheme. Hopefully, he likes it,” Ginger thumbs through the papers she’s organized and pulls out a spreadsheet to show to Sheila. “A couple thousand dollars on billboards is good, ya know, people driving will see it, but no one listens to the radio anymore. It’s all on their phones.”

“You’d be surprised. Tell your cousin I said hi,” Sheila winks before getting up and leaving Ginger’s office. It’s finally quiet and Ginger shuffles her papers back in order. The phone rings and Ginger’s eyes go wide as she reads the caller ID: her boss. Their break is over.

~~~~~

“Stella? You home?” Ginger lays her keys onto the kitchen counter as she calls out to her cousin. She shares a house with her best friend and Cousin, Stella. Ginger hears the music blaring from Stella’s room upstairs. Stella has either had a bad day or her and her boyfriend were having sex. Ginger knows best to let her be alone for a while so she decides to start their dinner for the night and call up her mother.

“Yes, mom. Stella’s fine. Yes, they’re still together. No, I haven’t. The guys out here,” Ginger waves in the air with her free hand, “they’re terrible. I mean just horrible. Self-absorbed. Yeah well, Stella got lucky. It’s not every day you meet a celeb AND they actually like you.” The music stops and a door opens upstairs. Ginger smiles as she hears her cousin’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. “Oh by the way,” Ginger pauses dramatically as she plans for the big reveal. “I got promoted.” Screams of joy come from both her phone and from behind her. Stella stands in the kitchen with her hair in a messy bun and only a t-shirt and shorts as she squeals. “Holy shit! You did it! Oh sorry, Aunt Pen.” Stella wraps her arms around her cousin. While Ginger and Stella share a lot of similarities, their physiques are not what they share. Stella is small: short, tiny waist, and her voice on a normal day is barely above the pitch of a small cat. The only way Stella got the job as a public relations person, Ginger once came to the conclusion of, was her bigger-than-life personality. The brown mop of a bun waves at Ginger as she lets go of her hug. Stella grins ear to ear as she giddily jumps. “That’s so great! You deserve it, doesn’t she, Aunt Pen?” Stella calls out to her aunt over the speakerphone.

“Yes, yes, yes she does,” Pennie’s tears cannot be seen, but they are heard. “Oh Stella, dear, your father keeps calling us to see if we’ve heard from you. I’m to give you the message to call him ASAP.” Pennie quickly relays the message before Stella rolls her eyes and promises to call her uncle’s brother. “We’re going out for drinks tonight! To celebrate the joyness of life!” Stella points to the ceiling before taking off upstairs.

“Guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow then. Love you, Mom. Give Daddy my love.” Ginger tells her mother goodbye before finishing up the dinner she had previously started. She guesses she’ll be eating this for lunch.

~~~

Within the hour and a half that it took to get both Stella and Ginger ready, Stella already began to compose a plan to include their friends in the celebration. They had planned to meet at their usual place before heading out to the bars: Preux and Proper. The restaurant itself was a gimmick of New Orleans where Ginger had visited once when she was on spring break in college.

By the time the girls arrived, everyone was there. A long table had been prepared for the twenty or so people at the table. All of them were familiar to Ginger and Stella, but only one who stood up to greet them as they walked to the table: Stella’s boyfriend.

“There are me two girls! Was just talkin’ about ya,'' Niall wrapped his arms around Stella’s hourglass waist and pulled her in for a small but deep kiss. “Missed you today.” Stella looked up to Niall and let out a small giggle before going around the table to give her usual hugs.

“And you! Gin, congrats,” Niall pulled Ginger in for a massive bear hug. Her throat was closing up and a knot in her stomach began to bounce around. As she enveloped her arms around Niall’s back, she breathed in his scent: spearmint soap with a little musk hinting about. She sees Niall as an older brother more than her cousin’s boyfriend, but she doesn’t deny the fact that he’s handsome and some nights she dreams about him.

“Thank you, Nialler.” Ginger lets go of her embrace, but for a moment, she thinks he’s holding on a little too long for this to appropriate. “You look spiffy.”

Niall, in his floral white shirt and navy blue dress pants, stands with his arms on his hips and poses. “It isn’t every day you get promoted, Gin. You look...nice.” Niall’s pause caught Ginger off guard. It was like he tried to choose his words, but it still came out all wrong. She looks down at her leopard shirt, ripped jeans, and black heels as if she forgot what she was wearing.

“Oh, thanks.” She smiled awkwardly. It’s around Niall that she doesn’t know what to do or say.

“Here come sit by me,” Niall holds his hand out above the empty chair next to him.

“Wouldn’t you want Stella to…” Before Ginger could finish her question, her cousin had sat down next to her best friend, Emma, which was still straight across from Niall. Ginger takes her seat and begins to look at the menu, trying to avoid any more interaction from Niall.

“Whadya gettin’? The usual?” Niall chuckles at his teasing, only making Ginger pull the menu closer to her face to hide her smile.

She had failed.

~~~~

“Gin? You alright?” the whisper of Niall pulls Ginger out of her trance- empty thoughts and dissociation from the group. She feels swallowed whole at the moment. She’s usually fully involved in the conversation, practically taking over it, but tonight, she’s alone- an outcast in the world inside her head despite the celebration of her accomplishment. She faces Niall and smiles gently. Her heart is in her throat when she comes to the realization that his thumb is on her bare kneecap and she can feel the summer heat of his palm through her ripped jeans.

“Yeah. Sometimes I live in my head. I’m okay. Where were we?” Ginger looks down at her half-eaten plate- bacon cheeseburger and onion rings. The staple meal of Ginger.

“Let’s start with dinner, yeah?” The Irish accent has grown thicker under the influence of Guinness. Ginger looks back at Niall and she feels slightly uncomfortable at how close Niall’s face was to hers. “Stella is tellin’ us about you two got banned from the rec field for life.” He smiled eagerly; his eyes crinkle and the last rays of the setting sunshine in his blue eyes. Ginger looks at her cousin and realizes that Stella could care less how close both her cousin and boyfriend are.

“But I do need to talk to ya when you get a chance.” Niall locks eyes with Ginger. Eyes dilated, he looks drunker than he really is. His words slur slightly, but he’s more buzzed than anything. Could it be from their simple embrace? It couldn’t be. “It’s about Stel.”

“Yeah, sure.” Ginger’s voice cuts through the tension between the two of them. May it be the tequila or the forbidden wanting, Ginger blushes after Niall winks at her. He ruffles Ginger’s red curly locks before laughing at the punchline of Stella’s joke, going back to his place at the table. Ginger was the punchline of her cousin’s jokes- she always was.

~~~

By the time the checks come around, Ginger is feeling heavy. She can barely keep her head up and her arm is feeling like lead. Voices dance around her as she shuts her eyes tight trying to make the outside upper terrace stop spinning. Maybe it’s from the many times that Niall’s hand faintly touched her skin or the fact that she had a few margaritas in her system- the one thing Ginger wanted to do was go home and sleep.

“Yeah, as I was sayin’, Stel babe, I’m buying Ginger’s dinner, and yours.” Niall’s voice echoes through Ginger’s skull, pounding her brain. She can’t seem to open her mouth to argue that she was perfectly fine with paying her own bill.

“It was my idea; I’m paying,” Stella says defensively. “She’s my cousin.” Stella squints her eyes despite the night has rolled in.

“And she’s me friend,” Niall’s thick accent rolls off his tongue like a sinner confessing. When the waiter comes back with cards and receipts, Niall smiles deviously. “Don’t know why you’re arguing with me anyways, it’s already done.” Niall signs the paper and stands. “Where to next?”

“40Love?” Mully asks. “I know the owner.” A loud boom of laughter overtakes the terrace, and Ginger finally feels the after-effects of the day beginning to wear on her.

“I’m going home because unlike you all I have a real job” The group laughs at Ginger’s joke before she stands and sways. The floor is spinning underneath her and she has an overwhelming sensation to giggle. Stella stands and hands Ginger her water, but Niall steadies his friend. “I have to… I have to…” Ginger can’t form the words, but she can picture what she wants to do in her mind: get under her sheets and bring out her vibrating friend while she thinks of the Irish devil that has his hands on her.

“How many drinks did she have?” Emma asks; her face scrunches at the sight of Ginger trying to catch herself. Ginger takes mental note to flick off Emma, but she can’t decide which one to do so.

“Three? I think?” Someone else answering Emma’s question. “You know she can’t hold her ‘hol.” The uncalled-for comment pairing with a thicker accent could only mean one thing: snot-nosed Deo.

“She can’t walk by herself,” Stella says when she finally reaches her cousin. “And I need to go with Sean. There’s a client…and-”

“Go,” Niall cuts off his girlfriend. He shifts Ginger’s arm around the nape of his neck and pushes the wild red curly hair out of her face. Ginger inhales the masculine scent of deodorant. “I’ll take her home. Meet you there?” Niall’s voice seems a little aggravated, Ginger thinks. She’s probably ruining his plans. Good, he’s ruined her life with his stupid niceness and his stupid handsomeness and his stupid laughter.

Niall starts to turn away to make his way down the stairs before Stella calls out to him.

“Be careful. See ya in a bit.” Stella leans up to kiss Niall, and now that she’s in close proximity of the two, she notices Niall doesn’t pucker his lips out all of the sudden but does so after a moment of hesitation. “Love you.”

It was when they were descending down the stairs inside the restaurant that Ginger begins to laugh at herself before making the comment: “You didn’t say it back, asshole.”

~~~~

It seems like forever to get back to the house, but Ginger is glad to see her small yellow home at last. She likes that color: it reminds her of sunshine and happiness. Ginger makes a note to pull the weeds out from her small flower garden, but it’s highly unlikely she’ll remember in the morning. Niall helps her out of his car and walks her up to the front door. “Why didn’t you kiss her?” Ginger asks as she stands against the white post of the small front porch. Niall’s eyes go wide as he fumbles the car keys in his calloused hands.

“What?”

“Why...didn’t...you...kiss...Stella?” Ginger slows down her words as she rolls her eyes. Oh, God, that makes the queasiness worse.

“I did?” Niall’s brow quirks and he doesn’t understand Ginger’s question. “You saw it.”

“No...you hesitated. You waited. You didn’t kiss her.” The lump in Ginger’s throat is back and it’s sobering up the loose thoughts of the alcohol. “Why?” Niall swallows hard before unlocking the white door, pushing it open. He looks at Ginger with a lost stare and his lips form a thin line. She notices his chest fall quickly before his nervous habit of picking his nails begins. Despite Niall dating her cousin, Ginger is fairly close to him. They get along well, and she’s the reason Stella and Niall met. Niall considers Ginger to be one of his best mates. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I was...um,” he clears his throat, and the longer he avoids the question, the quicker Ginger sobers up. “I was thinking about kissing someone else.”

“Who?” Ginger squints hard to keep Niall in one place that her eyes nearly close. Her heart is in her mouth and she’s afraid of his answer. “Is that why you wanted to talk to me about Stella?” Niall nods before shuffling his feet. In a moment of vulnerability, Niall's confidence quakes.

“I don’t feel like being with her anymore. I’m just some status and good sex to her. There’s no emotional connection for me anymore.” Niall’s words hit Ginger like an aftershock. Her heart is knocking against its cavity. “I wanna be with someone else.”

“Have you thought about talking to her?” Ginger looks at Niall’s hair, avoiding his eyes. It’s now, more than ever, that she wants to run her hands through his soft brown tendrils.

Niall holds back a laugh, “Yeah good one. That’ll go nowhere. It’s either we argue or we fuck. Absolutely no substance to our relationship” He holds up his hands and air quotes the final word.

“Then break up with her. If you’re not happy, go be happy with someone else.” Ginger’s words are sincere and soothe Niall, but there’s a hint of anger in them. Ginger doesn’t want to be a part of this. She wants to be left out. She doesn’t want to ruin her cousin’s happiness...or Niall’s.

“Then I wouldn’t see you.”

“Yes, you will.” But those words that were spilled out hit the floor and bounced right into Ginger’s stomach. They hovered over her making her feel heavier than before. She felt her mouth become dry and her mind started to race. She couldn’t do this. Not with Niall. Not with anyone. Ginger shook herself out of her mind and realized Niall, watching her, is waiting for an answer. She swallowed and walked past Niall, closing the door in his face.

There was his answer.

~~~~

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ultraglittercat · 4 years

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Haircut

4 yr old Varian was walking into town with his father. Quirin had decided that Varian's bangs had grown long enough that he needed a trim, so they were going to the barber. Varian wasn't overly fond of Jack the barber, he made you sit in a stiff chair and be very still, even if the falling hair tickled your nose. And Jack had a daughter, Pamela. She didn't push or trip Varian like David sometimes did, but she made it clear she had a low opinion of Varian. Actually, Pamela had a low opinion of Old Corona in general, she would go to local events but she read travel books and often remarked on how she wanted to go to a bigger town.

Varian had been to only one big city- Corona. He liked it because he got to travel with his Dad, usually riding one of Lorrie's horses because they were faster than the farm donkeys. Corona had more specialty stores, like Monty's Sweet Shoppe where they offered Varian's favorite candy (lollipops.) He wished the barber offered candy, but Jack was all business and mostly just talked about whether you washed your hair often and brushed it regularly.

A bell chimed as Quirin and Varian walked into the store. “Hello, Jack. I've brought Varian in for a trim.” Quirin explained.

“It's been awhile, hasn't it? Varian's really grown.” Jack observed.

Pamela looked up from where she was sweeping. “Are you kidding me? He's like, the shortest person in town.” she stated bluntly.

“Varian's growing up fast. He lost a tooth last week.” Quirin said with pride.

“Was it one of the front ones?” Pamela asked.

“No, it's on the bottom row.” Quirin replied.

“Too bad. He might've looked normal, for a change.” Pamela muttered quietly.

Varian clapped a hand over his mouth. He knew his teeth were big, and he hated being reminded of it, but none of the adults had heard anything, so they just assumed he was being shy.

“Get in the chair, Varian and I'll give you a trim.” said Jack.

Varian obediently climbed into the chair. It was just as stiff and uncomfortable as it was last time.

“I've always wondered about that blue streak. It's very unusual. Do you think I should trim it way back?” Jack mused.

“I think it gives him character. I'd leave it long.” Quirin replied.

Jack shrugged. “You're the boss.” he said, and began cutting hair. Varian really struggled to stay still. He didn't like the feeling of hair falling in his face, and wrinkled his nose.

“Be still.” Jack ordered, clippers moving faster now as he finished up. “Okay, you're good. Your hair is nice and healthy. You must brush it daily.” Jack noted.

“Imagine: taking basic care of yourself.” Pamela mumbled.

“You look good, Varian. I can see your eyes again.” Quirin said, smiling.

Varian was glad his father liked the haircut. Seeing his Dad smile made the trip worthwhile.

“Come back in another 4-6 months, and I'll trim it again for another 30 gold.” Jack told Quirin.

Quirin paid for the haircut. Varian had noticed that a child's haircut cost less than an adult's and wondered why. But he didn't ask, for fear he'd be thought of as rude.

Pamela gave Varian an appraising look. “Well, he looks less like a sheepdog now.” she judged, which was the closest she would come to a compliment. Varian smiled shyly, but she had already gone back to sweeping.

“You did a nice job trimming his hair. We'll be sure to come back.” Quirin thanked Jack.

“My pleasure.” Jack shook Quirin's hand. Then Quirin and Varian were out the door, heading back to the farm to do afternoon chores.

The End

Pamela's not actively malicious, like David. (I don't think anyone could be as terrible as David.) She's just blunt and a bit snobbish. She does date David when she gets older, so maybe her taste isn't as sophisticated as she thinks.

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asexual-hugger · 3 years

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Allison McQueen arrives on her parents’ front porch with her boss, Detective Ernest Sinclaire, in tow. Before the trip, Sinclaire had asked Allison what he was supposed to bring with him.

“Something lightweight and your own sweet self,” she had responded. “It’s a farm, so you won’t want to wear anything heavy. It can get hot out in the fields.”

“Am I expected to do any physical labor?” he’d asked. “Not that I wouldn’t be open to it, but I thought your mom wanted your help.”

“Don’t worry; she’s going to get it,” Allison had said. “When I mentioned getting hot out in the fields, I meant being outside. Our porch is fairly big, and we have some VERY comfortable lounge chairs set out on it. You and Kade are here to relax, and I’m here to be the farm girl I was raised as. If anything confuses you while I’m working, you can always ask Kade.”

Now the two of them stand on the large porch Allison had described, and Sinclaire’s eyes keep roving over the chairs and table with awe.

Not long after Allison rings the doorbell that the door opens, and the face of Lady Eleanor McQueen pokes through the crack.

“Allison! You came!” She swings the door open and wraps her only daughter in a huge hug.

“Yeah. I came. Hello, Mom.” Allison squirms slightly in her mother’s strong grip, forcing out the words.

“I didn’t think after our phone conversation the other day that you would make it.” Lady Eleanor releases her and Allison steps back, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and looking flushed as she meets Detective Sinclaire’s gaze.

“Please. What kind of daughter would I be otherwise?” Allison asks. “Yes, I made it, and I, er, brought someone.” She nods behind her.

“Oh!” Lady Eleanor appears to notice the newcomer for the first time, and she lets out a low gasp. “Forgive me; I didn’t see you there!”

“No worries, Lady McQueen.” Sinclaire boldly steps forward and manages a proper bow. “Detective Ernest Sinclaire, Private Investigator. I’m your daughter’s employer at work.”

He holds out his hand to her, and when she takes it, he turns it over and kisses it in his gentlemanly fashion.

“Oh!” Lady Eleanor says again, only this time it’s almost girlish. “Why, aren’t you becoming! It is such a pleasure to meet you, Detective. I feel as if I know you already by the way Allison gushes about you all the time. I didn’t think you would be so young, let alone dashing! Come in, please, both of you!”

She holds the door open while the two of them pick up their suitcases.

“I’m very sorry to come by unannounced into your home, Lady McQueen,” Sinclaire says, his face flushing. “Allison invited me, and I couldn’t turn her down. I do hope it’s all right if I’m here.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Detective; of course it’s all right!” Lady Eleanor waves a hand at him dismissively. “I trust you have been taking very good care of my daughter. Any friend of hers is more than welcome into this household.” She nods over his shoulder at Allison, mouthing, ‘he’s CUTE!’

“I appreciate that.” Sinclaire hesitates and looks back at Allison as if waiting for her cue.

“Go ahead,” Allison urges. “I’ll catch up.”

“So Allison has been ‘gushing’ about me, has she?” Sinclaire looks at Lady Eleanor, and then back at Allison, with amusement. Allison looks at the ground, face hot and unable to meet their gazes.

“Oh, most definitely,” Lady Eleanor tells him, grinning slyly. “She sings your praises all the time. Until today, I never would’ve imagined such a handsome fellow. Her description of you certainly did not lie. Are you absolutely certain you are her employer? Because you don’t look a day older than she.”

“I can assure you, Lady McQueen, I am most definitely her employer,” Sinclaire explains. “And I do wish to hear more about what she has told you regarding myself. I hope she has said encouraging things?”

“Nothing but encouraging,” Lady Eleanor answers. “Every time we talk she raves about her job and how much she’s enjoying it. I take it you are keeping her busy?”

“As much as I can,” Sinclaire replies. “Allow me to state that she is the best assistant I’ve ever hired. You raised a good one, Lady McQueen. She’s dependable, reliable, punctual, and has an excellent attitude. Yes, we may not be all that far apart in age, but I built my detective agency from the ground up all on my own, and until Allison entered the picture, there wasn’t much joy in the business. Your daughter has that presence that fills a whole room with light.”

“I am thrilled to hear you say that, Detective,” Lady Eleanor beams. “Our Allison has always been the light in the darkness. After having two older boys, I begged for a girl, and somehow, after she was born, I just KNEW. I knew she was something special. She brought joy everywhere she went.”

“I have to agree with you on all accounts, Lady McQueen.” Sinclaire tosses glances at Allison as he speaks. “Thank you for being so accommodating.”

Allison grips her suitcase tightly and walks through the door, and he follows soon after. Lady Eleanor calls out into the living room the instant they’re inside.

“Sebastian! Kade! Guess who just arrived!” Her tinkling voice echoes through the house.

“Hey hey hey!” Allison’s father, Lord Sebastian, enters the room carrying a glass of wine. “Is that our little lady?”

“Hi, Dad.” Allison lets him place a fatherly peck on the cheek before he turns and spots her guest.

“Oh, hello. Allison didn’t say she was bringing company.” He seems to be examining Sinclaire from head to toe.

“Er, I’m very sorry, sir,” Sinclaire apologizes, his gentlemanly manners always making him even more adorable. He stammers at the sight of the large man. “Your daughter invited me to stay here while she helped you with the farm work. I hope you don’t mind. I’ll stay out of the way as much as possible. My name is Ernest Sinclaire. I’m a private investigator with Ledford Park Detective Agency. Allison is currently my assistant, and...”

“AHA!” Lord Sebastian utters the word so loudly that both Allison and Sinclaire jump. “So YOU are the famous Detective Sinclaire that my Allison can’t stop raving about! I should have known the second you set foot into this room!” He grins widely and holds out a beefy hand for the private eye to shake. “Welcome to House McQueen, my ever-loving detective friend!”

“Oh, er, yes, I’m that Detective Sinclaire.” Sinclaire shakes his hand. “As I was telling your wife just now, Allison is the best assistant I’ve ever had. She works hard and makes sure everything is done thoroughly...”

“Say no more!” Lord Sebastian downs the wine and thumps the glass on the coffee table. “I am Lord Sebastian McQueen, Allison’s father, and you’ve clearly already met my wife, her mother, Lady Eleanor McQueen. I am very sure my girl is working hard and well at her job. As the man of the house, I say: make yourself at home.”

“Thank you, Lord McQueen.” Sinclaire places his suitcase in the hall out of the way and seems to look less intimidated by Lord Sebastian’s large form.

Good god, he thinks. Allison’s father is a mountain man!

Allison certainly did not get her delicate, waif-like ballet dancer’s body from him. “Mum, where’s Kade?” Allison’s voice lifts Sinclaire from his thoughts.

“Oh, yes.” Lady Eleanor leads her to the family room, where the Hide-A-Bed is set out. “He’s in here. Come say hello.”

“Come on, Detective,” Allison urges, taking Sinclaire’s hand. “Come meet my brother.”

“Big sister!” The boy on the bed gives a joyful yelp when he sees Allison. He’s lying on the hideaway bed surrounded by blankets and pillows, and his foot is wrapped in a heavy cast.

“Hey, Kadeo.” Allison leans down and very gently wraps him in a hug. “Looks like you really took the spill this time, buddy.” She eyes his cast and cringes slightly. “That looks a lot worse than Mum described it.”

Kade McQueen shrugs. “It’s no different than last time,” he says indifferently. “Last time it was the stool in the stable. That was super freaky.” His eyes travel over her shoulder and his face brightens. “Oh, hey there! I’m Kade, Allison’s brother. Allison didn’t tell me she was seeing anyone!”

“Actually, this is my boss,” Allison corrects him quickly.

“Hello, Kade.” Detective Sinclaire approaches and smiles at the boy. “I’m Detective Ernest Sinclaire. I’m a private investigator currently working with your sister as my assistant. How’s the foot? Allison told me you fractured it?”

“Yeah, jacking up the plow,” Kade tells him. “It’s no big deal, really. I’ve had a lot worse than this. My family calls me Kade the Klutz. Which, of course, fits me to a T.” He grins widely at Sinclaire before giving him a good long look. “Are you absolutely CERTAIN you are my sister’s boss? Cause you look kinda young, almost like you could be her boyfriend.” He turns to Allison. “Don’t deny that you wanna eat him alive with your eyes right now. You look like you could rip each other’s clothes off any second.”

“KADE!” Allison gapes at her brother, horrified.

“What? I’m not judging!” Kade insists. “You two make a cute couple. If I had any say in this relationship, I’d vote Boyfriend-Girlfriend over Boss-Employee any day. The Titanic of Love has just set sail from the Southampton docks. Woo woo!” He makes a boat whistle noise and pumps his fist.

“Ughhhhh.” Allison covers her madly-flushing face with her hands and groans. “I am so sorry about that, Detective! He must be on some new medicine or something. There’s no way he would act like that if he weren’t high.”

“There’s no apology needed,” Sinclaire assures her. “I actually think it’s kind of cute. Your little brother apparently supports my being here just as much as the rest of your family. I’ve never felt more welcome or loved by anyone before. Do you think we make a cute couple, Miss McQueen?”

“Yes, of course I do,” Allison answers. “But you’re my boss. You even said it yourself. That kind of relationship is forbidden. Business first, personal second. I know you told me you didn’t have a girlfriend.”

“I don’t,” Sinclaire says. “Not at the moment, anyway, but that’s only because I haven’t found the right person yet. It’s not because I’m not ready to start dating. However, I do know the right person is out there, and she’s much closer than I ever would’ve imagined.”

He sneaks a glance at Kade over Allison’s shoulder, and when he’s sure Kade is watching, he winks at him.

“Titanic of Love, baby!” Kade swoons. “Titanic of LOVE!”

“Yeah, yeah, buddy, we all know how much I love the Titanic,” Allison says matter-of-factly.

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THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #797-800 MAY-JULY 2018 BY DAN SLOTT, STUART IMMONEN, WADE VON GRAWBADGER, MARTE GRACIA, NICK BRADSHAW, EDGAR DELGADO, HUMBERTO RAMOS, VICTOR OLAZABA, GIUSEPPE CAMUNCOLI, CAM SMITH, JAVA TARTAGLIA, MARCOS MARTIN, MUNTSA VICENTE, MIKE HAWTHORNE, JP MAYER AND JORDIE BELLAIRE

SYNOPSIS (FROM MARVEL DATABASE)

Addressing a blindfolded, bound, and gagged person, Norman Osborn welcomes them to his gentleman's club - now derelict and encrusted in dust and cobwebs from years of disuse. Removing the person's blindfold and gag, Osborn tells his prisoner to stop shouting for help - telling them that if they call out again he'll make a game out of torturing them to death. When his prisoner acquiesces, Osborn states that he does want to have a conversation, which is why he brought them to the abandoned club and decorated it with jack o'lanterns, adding that he has the perfect topic: Spider-Man.

Four hours earlier, Peter Parker and Mary Jane sit on her couch in her apartment, passionately making out. She flirtatiously remarks that he's one hell of a scientist, and when he asks what she means MJ replies that he proved time travel's possible. As she amorously unbuttons his shirt - stating that everything is back to how it's supposed to be - she sees his Spider-Man costume underneath and stops abruptly as she remembers why she broke up with him in the first place. Pulling away, she apologizes and says she can't be in a relationship with him again because of his double-life. Hurt, Peter asks how she could say that; and MJ retorts that being together with him was an excruciating experience - having him disappear as soon as a police siren went off and not knowing if he'd be home safe, waking up alone in the middle of the night terrified that he might've been killed. When Peter protests that he can't just let innocent people get hurt and killed, MJ replies that she knows this and can't ask him to stop being Spider-Man for her sake and that the guilt of knowing innocent blood was on their hands would kill both of them. She states the world needs Spider-Man but that she doesn't, resulting in an awkward silence between the two before she apologizes and says she'll always love and need him, but that there's no going back to how things were. Peter morosely acknowledges he understands and acquiesces when she asks he leave through the window, since it would be easier to explain Spider-Man visiting Stark Industries than her ex. As Spider-Man web-swings across the twilight cityscape, internally complaining about his perennial bad luck, MJ watches him leave and apologizes to him by herself. Standing on a nearby rooftop, Norman Osborn watches and wonders why Spider-Man has a spare key to the Watson residence.

In the present, Osborn interrogates his prisoner, demanding to know what the connection between Spider-Man and Mary Jane is. His prisoner refuses to give up any information on Spider-Man and tells Osborn to do whatever he wants, but Osborn stops as a sound catches his attention. Eyes glowing red, Osborn pounces at a rat scurrying across the floor, overturning several objects in the process. Clutching his prize, Osborn starts to use the rat as an analogy for his prisoner's predicament before partially transforming into Carnage and devouring it. Joking that he ruined the metaphor and that his prisoner should just imagine he sent it to a farm upstate, Osborn demands to know where Spider-Man is and how he can find him.

Four hours prior, Spider-Man comes across a purse snatcher in Chelsea while on his way to the Daily Bugle and snares one of his arms, suspending him from a street light. The snatcher complains that this is the fifth time Spider-Man has done this, resulting in a rotor cuff injury requiring weeks of therapy. Spider-Man apologizes to the thug - Jimmy - by name and promises to hit him in the back or use a web-net next time, then backtracks and says there had better not be a "next time" in the first place. Spider-Man tells Jimmy to apologize to the woman he tried to rob and return her purse, but she tells the would-be thief to shut up and that Spider-Man should have beaten him up. Spider-Man tells her to just go call the cops, while Jimmy adds that the last time Spider-Man apprehended him some kids stole his shoes and asks to have his feet webbed up. Spider-Man does so, snarking when Jimmy calls him a prince.

At the Bugle, Ben Urich complains that Robbie puts him in the spotlight every time his wayward nephew commits a crime by publishing a notice that the Goblin King is a relative of one of the Bugle's staff members. Robbie notes it's for the sake of transparency, but Urich snaps that by now the whole city should know. Noticing the argument, Peter laments having let Urich escape with the tritium and wonders if he should step in. As Ben states he hopes the authorities catch Phil so that he can speak to him and try to set him straight, Peter decides to offer a word of encouragement but is waylaid by Rubylyn, who tries to drag him away from the city beat over to the science section. As Peter's phone goes off, he tells her he has to take the call, causing Rubylyn to scowl and call him the worst. Answering the call, Peter listens to J. Jonah Jameson, who demands details for his blog and asks if Peter has hunted down the Goblin King yet. Peter remarks that this isn't a good time, but Jameson launches into a tirade until Peter hangs up.

In the present, Osborn speculates on a connection between Spider-Man and the Daily Bugle, looking over a web-chart of all the people and places connected to Spider-Man. Chuckling, he says that with his prisoner's help he'll unravel the mystery and then there will be Spider-Man no more.

At Alchemax, Flash Thompson arrives wondering why Liz Allan called him in, and is taken aback at the presence of Mark Raxton. Liz explains that her brother is the chief of security and that they wanted to thank him for his help, then scolds him for letting the Goblin King escape with some of the tritium. Liz remarks that if the Goblin King does anything with it the incident will be a PR nightmare, then tells Flash to suit up as Agent Anti-Venom and find it. Angered, Flash retorts that just because she knows his secret identity doesn't mean she can treat him as her errand boy, and as he storms off she calls out that he's her white knight. Raxton jokes that Flash wasn't just steamed at her, he was molten; causing Liz to tell him to let her enjoy bossing her high-school boyfriend around, having her ex-husband work for her and look after the kids, and running a multibillion-dollar company.

At Central Park, Harry Osborn talks to his son Normie, who complains about how much time his father is spending with Stanley before asking if he and Liz are getting back together. Harry replies that they need to talk about it before asking if Emma - his nanny - can take Stanley off him for a moment. Emma takes the toddler and nervously glances to where Norman Osborn is watching from the shade of a tree, replying that's what she's there for.

In the present, Osborn teases his prisoner with the implication that Emma is secretly working for him before gleefully refusing to outright confirm it. He stops abruptly and growls that he can hear more vermin skulking downstairs and breaking into his toy box. In the club's basement, the Goblin King rummages through a cache of razor bats, pumpkin bombs, and outdated Goblin Glider, wondering where Norman is keeping all the big toys. Norman cuts in and chides Urich, stating that beggars can't be choosers before deriding him as a loser. Startled, Urich stammers that he's not afraid of him before regaining composure and stating that he knows Osborn is powerless, calling him a nobody. Seemingly dismayed, Osborn chides Urich for his lack of gratitude, stating that he took him in when he was destitute and made him his Goblin Knight. Igniting his flame sword, Urich declares that he's no-one's knight anymore and that after Norman's downfall he took the best title for himself. Lunging at Osborn, Urich shouts that he's the Goblin King and sentences him to death, but Osborn casually grips his flaming sword with one hand. Smirking, Osborn states that Phil may have been the Goblin King, Hobgoblin, and Green Goblin, but never made a name for himself. Osborn asks if he wants to know why, then transforms his arm and pierces the incredulous Goblin King through the chest, quipping that Urich's heart was never in it. As he rips out Urich's heart, Osborn asks why he isn't laughing at his joke before cackling maniacally.

Osborn returns upstairs, his prisoner asking why he's covered in blood, but Osborn brushes aside the question and dons a Green Goblin costume. Osborn's prisoner incredulously asks if he thinks he can just put the stupid costume on and beat Spider-Man, and when Osborn affirms this his prisoner states that Osborn will never beat Spider-Man, especially not as the Green Goblin. Declaring that Spider-Man has beaten everything Osborn has thrown at him, Osborn's prisoner launches into a passionate tirade about all the things Osborn did to Spider-Man that failed to break him. Osborn is silent for a moment, bemusedly latching onto one event in particular - throwing Spider-Man's girlfriend off a bridge. Osborn remarks that for years he's felt like something important he'd forgotten and just couldn't remember, grinning maniacally as he comes to the epiphany that Spider-Man is Peter Parker. Jubilant, Osborn triumphantly declares that the greatest weapon he'd ever had against Spider-Man is his again, then tells his prisoner - J. Jonah Jameson - that he couldn't have remembered without him; leaving Jameson horrified at what he's done.

At the Daily Bugle office, Peter Parker explains to Ben Urich how he can reconfigure the office's doppler radar system to track the changes in barometric pressure caused by the tritium stolen by Phil Urich. Assuring Ben that they'll find his nephew, Peter thinks to himself how everything is finally starting to click now that he's back at the Bugle and using his knowledge of science to help people. Colin and Rubylyn pick up readings indicating the tritium is headed straight for them, but Peter assures his panicking colleagues that it's nothing - thinking he can say that with absolute certainty since his Spider-Sense isn't going off. Immediately afterwards, the Green Goblin crashes through the window, Robbie telling everyone to calm down until they find out what he wants. As the Goblin quips that he wants what he's always wanted - Spider-Man - Peter recognizes Norman Osborn's voice and tries to figure out how managed to regain his powers. The Green Goblin notes Peter is friends with Spider-Man and tells him to go get him if he doesn't want anyone to die, and Peter dashes out of the room to change into his costume.

At the Century Club, J. Jonah Jameson laments accidentally revealing Spider-Man's identity, fully aware that he's just put everyone Peter Parker cares about in grave danger. Recalling his despair at losing his own loved ones, Jameson resolves to not let Peter suffer through that as well and tries to break free from the ropes binding him.

At the Daily Bugle, the Green Goblin wonders what's taking Spider-Man so long, Robbie telling him that Spider-Man will show up soon. The Goblin wonders if Robbie knows who Spider-Man is under his mask, threatening him; but Betty Brant interrupts, offering to post news of the Goblin's attack on the Bugle's front page. The Green Goblin vetoes her suggestion, saying it will bring half the NYPD down on him, and asks if she wants to get thrown off a bridge. Ben Urich intervenes, saying that Osborn was never one to rest on his laurels and doubtless has some new tricks up his sleeve. The Green Goblin tosses a burlap sack at Ben, over-saturating his speech with puns and innuendos to drive home that he killed Phil. Betty expresses concern that the bag contains Phil's severed head, but Ben notes that while the shape is right the weight is wrong. He opens the sack to find the tritium sample stolen by Phil, wired to a bomb. The Green Goblin laughs maniacally as everyone panics, but Spider-Man arrives and immediately attacks him. Ben warns Spider-Man about the tritium bomb, the Goblin complaining that he stole his punchline and now he has nothing to banter about.

Outside the Goblin's lair, Flash Thompson notes that the tracer Alchemax gave him tracked the tritium signal to this location. Transforming into Agent Anti-Venom, he smashes through the door, wondering if doing this will get Liz to leave him alone and what he can do if it doesn't. He spots Phil Urich's corpse, but as he examines the body a thump from upstairs sets him on alert. Agent Anti-Venom finds J. Jonah Jameson still tied to the chair, which had toppled over. As Agent Anti-Venom introduces himself and frees Jameson, he warns Flash that the Green Goblin is back and that everyone connected to Spider-Man and the Osborns are in danger.

At Liz Allen's apartment, she, Harry Lyman, Mark Raxton, Normie Osborn, and Stanley Osborn sit in the living room as Emma prepares to serve them lemonade. Liz's smartphone rings and she answers it, noting Flash is the one calling. Harry notes Liz looks horrified, and she says his father has returned. As Normie gleefully celebrates the return of his "Pop Pop", Harry suggests they call the police, but Liz says Alchemax's security forces are better equipped. Saying that it's finally time, Emma says she's going to take Normie and Stanley. When Liz angrily confronts her, Emma pulls out a tranquilizer gun and shoots her, Harry, and Mark before grabbing Stanley and a horrified Normie, telling him to shut up and that now she's in charge.

At the Bugle, Robbie helps evacuate and makes sure everyone is accounted for. Rubylyn wonders at how prepared everyone is for this, and is horrified when Collin remarks that events like this are a regular occurrence. As Robbie double-checks that everyone made it out, Betty yells at him that if they don't leave now they'll die. The Green Goblin praises Spider-Man for keeping the bad guy occupied so his friends can get to safety at the cost of his own safety, but Spider-Man tells Osborn that he's not an omniscient narrator and that he's in the blast radius too. Punching the Green Goblin aside, Spider-Man wraps the tritium bomb in a thick cocoon of webbing, wrapping himself in a cocoon as the Green Goblin curses him.

The tritium bomb explodes, destroying the top several floors of the Daily Bugle building. Picking himself out of the rubble, Spider-Man notes that he kept the blast mostly contained but that he has to check that civilians weren't hurt by debris. Just as he notes he thinks he saved everyone, the Green Goblin calls out to him by his civilian name and Spider-Man turns to see his nemesis impaled by a girder and several shards of glass and metal. Spider-Man asks Osborn how long he's known his identity, but the Green Goblin notes it doesn't matter anymore. The Green Goblin tells Spider-Man he doesn't have much time left and thanks Peter for being his enemy; Spider-Man apologizing for being unable to save Osborn and wishing things could have been different. The Goblin abruptly bursts into maniacal laughter as his blood comes alive, sneering that Peter really does wish that he could've saved him. Quipping that Peter's wish has been granted, the Goblin rises as a red-and-black monster with an elongated head, fanged jaws, and a long tail; Peter recognizing the Carnage symbiote. On the verge of blindly panicking out of sheer terror, Spider-Man barely dodges the monster's attack, tagging Osborn with a spider-tracer and fleeing. Trying to calm down, Spider-Man assures himself he knows the symbiote's weak to fire and sonics and tries to come up with a plan based on that. Mockingly wondering why Spider-Man isn't cracking jokes, the Carnage/Goblin hybrid throws a trio of symbiote bombs that follow Spider-Man through the air. As Peter is horrified that these new weapons don't set off his Spider-Sense, Osborn speaks to him through one of them before it bites into his leg and explodes.

Spider-Man crashes through the window of a condemned building, the Carnage/Goblin hybrid arriving and saying he wants to end this here and now - no rain checks or round twos. Revealing he's aware of the spider-tracer through the symbiote, Osborn offers Peter a one-time deal: give up being Spider-Man and he'll let Peter live, no strings attached... but if he sees Peter use his powers even once, he'll take his time killing all of Spider-Man's loved ones, friends, and acquaintances as slowly and painfully as possible. Rebranding himself the Red Goblin, Osborn tells Peter to take it or leave it and give him a sign he understands; and Peter webs the shredded and burning remains of his Spider-Man costume's top to a flag-pole in surrender. As the Red Goblin laughs triumphantly, Peter sits in the darkness and takes stock of his injuries, noting that even if he couldn't handle the Red Goblin as Spider-Man he's determined to take Osborn down as Peter Parker.

Communicating with the Human Torch, Mary Jane Watson, Miles Morales, and Silk, Peter Parker has them keep an eye on his friends and loved ones - Johnny watching over MJ, Miles over Aunt May (himself surveyed by a trench coat-clad figure), and Silk over the Bugle employees. Silk asks Peter why he doesn't just gather everyone up or evacuate everyone out of the city, and Peter - hiding out at an old Oscorp facility - replies that would make them an even greater target. He tells Silk and the others that he's grateful to have friends like them, and the moment Osborn strikes they'll converge and work together to take him down. He warns them not to call him "Peter" since he's going to recruit some outside help who aren't in the know, calling Agent Anti-Venom. Agent Anti-Venom reveals he knows that Osborn is bonded to the Carnage symbiote and had Jameson tied up in one of his old hideouts, and Peter complements his work and asks him to keep an eye on Jameson... who quietly slips away while Flash is distracted. Peter then calls Clash, revealing he's been keeping tabs on him and knows he's not really a supervillain, asking him to step up and be a hero by looking after Harry Osborn and his family.

At Liz Allan's apartment, she, her brother, and Harry Osborn regain consciousness to discover that Emma has abducted Normie and Stanley. Liz tells a frantic Harry to calm down and calls Alchemax security, revealing she had their son chipped in case of a situation like this. Not noticing Norman Osborn is following them through the streets, the three of them follow Emma's trail, Harry and Liz bickering over her having the kids microchipped.

Jameson returns to his trashed apartment, remarking that at least he put up a fight against Osborn. Delighted to see his laptop is still working, he video-chat calls Peter. Peter tells Jameson that Osborn is back and knows who he is again, and Jameson shamefully admits that he slipped up when Osborn was interrogating him. Glaring at Jameson, Peter furiously hangs up and Jameson sorrowfully promises he'll make things right.

At the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, Normie Osborn screams at Emma to return him to his mother. As Emma lectures him, Liz Allan furiously storms over to her and calls for security. Harry demands to know if she's working for his father, and Emma incredulously calls him stupid for thinking that and states she's trying to get the children as far away from Norman as possible, berating them for possibly leading him straight to them. As a man calls them out for bringing their family drama into the bus depot, Norman Osborn transforms into the Red Goblin and tosses him into the Alchemax security detail - terrifying his family. Emma reveals herself to be Emily Lyman-Osborn, stating that her ex-husband won't get her grandchildren; the Red Goblin calling Harry out on being more shocked that his mother is back from the dead than his father transforming into a nightmarish monster. Clash calls Peter and tells him that the Red Goblin has attacked Harry's family at the Port Authority, but protests he's way out of his league. Peter calls the other team members in, the Human Torch arriving seconds later and reassuring Clayton that symbiote's hate fire and sonics more than anything. The Human Torch and Clash attack, blasting the Red Goblin with a torrent of flames and sonic waves... which do absolutely nothing except make the Red Goblin angry. As an incredulous and horrified Peter tries to figure out what went wrong, Clayton turns to flee. Osborn reveals that the Goblin serum has rendered the Carnage symbiote immune to its traditional weaknesses, firing a barrage of spikes that incapacitate the Human Torch and Clash. Silk and Miles arrive on the scene, disregarding Peter's pleas to not engage. The Red Goblin effortlessly withstands Miles' Venom Blast and cuts both him and Silk down, telling Peter that he's going to kill them but as long as Peter himself doesn't suit up Mary Jane and Aunt May will be safe.

Before Osborn can finish Silk, Miles, the Human Torch, and Clash off, Agent Anti-Venom arrives, forcing the Red Goblin back with his anti-symbiote touch. When Flash reveals the Anti-Venom symbiote has healing properties superior to those of other symbiotes, the Red Goblin points out he could be using that to save the lives of Peter's other friends. Realizing the Red Goblin is right, Agent Anti-Venom disengages to heal Miles- and is promptly attacked from behind by the Red Goblin. Peter tells Flash to keep his head in the game and that he called 911, but Flash disregard's Peter's warning that he's playing right into Osborn's hands - saying he has the power and responsibility to save them. Suited up as Spider-Man and web-swinging across the city, Spider-Man hears Flash scream in pain as Osborn mauls him. Mocking Agent Anti-Venom for spreading himself too thin healing the others, the Red Goblin recognizes him as Flash Thompson and considers finishing him off in front of Harry... only to realize his family has used the distraction to escape. Berating himself for getting caught up in the battle, the Red Goblin departs to find them just before Spider-Man arrives. Cursing himself for arriving too late to save them and being unable to pull his weight with a mangled leg, Spider-Man notes that at least his friends are alive. Flash expends the last of his energy healing Spider-Man's leg.

Outside, Harry tells Liz and Mark to take Normie while he and Emma take Stanley, rebuking Normie for complaining that he favors his younger son. The Red Goblin interrupts and grabs Normie, knocking the others back with his tail. As Harry pleads with his father to take him instead, Norman sneers that Harry had his chance to join up with him and infects Normie with the Carnage symbiote, turning him into a miniature Red Goblin.

Kneeling amidst his allies at the Port Authority Terminal, Spider-Man asks them to sound off to see if they're alive. Agent Anti-Venom assures him that they'll live due to his healing powers, and Spider-Man tells the exhausted Flash to stand down when he volunteers to accompany him. Silk tells Spider-Man that J. Jonah Jameson is a good man and that he wants to help them, but Spider-Man bitterly retorts that Jonah has done enough and is the reason they're in this mess in the first place. Spider-Man asks Agent Anti-Venom to keep healing them and takes off, remarking that Flash showed him how he can beat the Red Goblin.

Outside, Spider-Man rendezvous with Harry and Liz, who inform him that Osborn infected Normie with the Carnage symbiote. Harry tells him that Osborn issued the ultimatum of signing over control of Alchemax in exchange for their son, and Spider-Man promises that he'll find a way to defeat Norman, rescue Normie, and help return him to normal. Spider-Man asks Mark Raxton if Alchemax still has the artificial Anti-Venom serum, and Mark replies that they stored some off-the-books at the old Horizon Laboratories facility. Spider-Man takes off, lamenting that the Red Goblin possesses all the powers of the Green Goblin and Carnage and none of their weaknesses, except for the Anti-Venom. Harry comes up with a plan, asking his mother to look after Stanley for them and get him as far away as she can until they can rescue Normie.

At Jameson's apartment, Jonah has the sudden epiphany of soliciting Venom's help to stop the Carnage-augmented Goblin. He puzzles over how he could get in contact with the monstrous anti-hero before spotting a copy of the Fact Sheet with articles and photos of Venom courtesy of a "Mr. Sym". Recalling that Peter had sold photos of himself as Spider-Man to the Daily Bugle, Jameson wonders if Eddie would try to pull off the same scam. Calling the Fact Sheet office, he asks to speak to "Mr. Sym", and immediately recognizes Eddie Brock's voice. Jubilant, Jameson mocks Eddie over how obvious his pseudonym is and then threatens to blow his cover unless he helps - assuring Eddie that it's for a good cause. Irritated, Eddie retorts that he and his symbiote are listening.

At the old Horizon Labs facility, Spider-Man reminisces about his time as an employee there, using Morbius' hidden tunnels to enter the building undetected. Spotting the corpses of several security personnel and the word "HA" repeatedly written in blood, he realizes that the Red Goblin is already there and rushes to the vault where the artificial Anti-Venom was being kept. The vault is torn open and he realizes that the serum has been destroyed, but spots movement inside. A Carnage-Bomb flies out and circles around him, the Red Goblin speaking through it to inform Peter that since he broke his part of their deal he'll be going after Mary Jane and Aunt May. Spider-Man protests that Osborn said he wouldn't hurt his friends and then went after Harry, Liz, and Normie. The Carnage-Bomb retorts that that was a family matter and then states that he'll be going after Mary Jane first. The bomb promptly explodes, smashing Spider-Man into a wall and knocking him unconscious.

At Stark Tower, Mary Jane Watson walks down a hall when a flurry of black tendrils smash a nearby window. Assuming it to be the Red Goblin, she activates anti-symbiote defence systems - flame and sonic projectors. Venom irately exclaims that he's here to protect her, and Mary Jane remarks that she'll take his help. The Red Goblin arrives seconds later and quips that MJ must not have gotten the memo about him being immune to fire and sonics. Venom snarls that he's not here to kill Mary Jane but protect her, backhanding the Red Goblin. Breathing a torrent of flames at Venom, the Red Goblin laughs that Spider-Man must really be terrified to solicit his help, and Venom asks MJ to turn off the anti-symbiote weaponry so that he can fight unhindered, which she reluctantly does.

At her apartment, May Reilly is washing dishes when she hears a knock at the door. Wondering why the doorman admitted a visitor without buzzing, she opens the door to see Normie Osborn, who tells her he got lost. She invites him inside, not noticing his teeth turn into fangs and tendrils emerging from his clothing. As May prepares to call Liz to let her know he's all right, Normie lunges at her only to be struck by a flurry of cybernetic tentacles and slammed into a wall. The Superior Doctor Octopus enters May's apartment; smashing Normie repeatedly into the wall and shouting at the symbiote-infected boy to not lay a hand on her, snapping that May Reilly is forever under his care. As Normie attempts a wounded gazelle gambit, May yells at Otto for attacking a child, and he responds that Normie is no longer a mere child. Transforming into a symbiote-Goblin hybrid, Normie dubs himself the Goblin Childe and begins ripping Otto's tentacles apart.

Across town, Spider-Man arrives at Stark Tower, hoping his ex-wife has found a way to stall Norman and is still alive. He finds the Red Goblin locked in combat with Venom, irately berating Eddie for disrupting his schedule and getting on his nerves. Spider-Man is incredulous to see his old nemesis, prompting MJ to ask Peter if he didn't send him. Spider-Man says that he didn't but that he's not going to question Venom's aid; but when he moves to evacuate MJ she refuses and dons an armored glove equipped with a repulsor ray. She remarks that Spider-Man can't hope to defeat the symbiote-augmented Goblin alone, but with her and Venom's help he might stand a chance. Venom, exhausted from the Red Goblin's beatdown, tells Spider-Man that they need to do this quickly. Spider-Man realizes that Osborn still needs to breathe and punches the Red Goblin's throat before attempting to strangle him, but the Red Goblin bites his arm. MJ blasts Osborn before he can bite Spider-Man's hand off, but the Red Goblin quips that she did more damage to Spider-Man and Venom than to him. He fires a barrage of spikes at her and then leaves to find Normie, mockingly informing Spider-Man that he sent his grandson to kill Aunt May. Spider-Man tries to fire a web at Osborn only to realize that he bit through his web-shooter's firing pin. Venom tells Spider-Man to stop and offers to lend him the Venom symbiote, and when Peter refuses out of hand Eddie remarks that he's exhausted from the battle and tapping out; but that he - a normal human - got some good blows him, noting that a mutate like Spider-Man should be able to do some real damage. When Peter is still reluctant, Venom states that Spider-Man needs a symbiote if he wants to fight evenly with the Red Goblin. MJ reluctantly agrees with Eddie, telling Spider-Man to do it for Aunt May's and Normie's sakes. As the Venom symbiote leaves Eddie and bonds to him, Spider-Man complains that he hates this plan but doesn't see a better alternative; Eddie telling Spider-Man to be good with and to take care of it. The symbiote taking on an altered Black Suit appearance with projecting eyes, underarm webbing and a different spider-emblem; Spider-Man takes off into the night, begrudgingly admitting that he and the symbiote make a good team and might be able to pull this off.

At the Columbia University Medical Center, Agent Anti-Venom tries to resuscitate Ultimate Spider-Man and calls for all available medical professionals to help him as he can only stabilize one at a time. As he demands the doctors respect the heroes' privacy and leave their masks on, Dr. Sha Shan Nguyen approaches, incredulous to see that her ex-husband is a superhero. Flash states he'll explain later, but is interrupted by Clash screaming in pain.

Elsewhere, Symbiote Spider-Man swings through the streets, trying to get in touch with Aunt May. Jameson - wearing the Spider-Slayer's helmet - calls him from Empire State University and says he already sent help to Mary Jane and that he's dug up something that will help him personally see to Aunt May's safety. Spider-Man berates him for getting Venom involved and then angrily hangs up on him. Jameson bitterly remarks that Peter thinks he doesn't know he screwed everything up, vowing to fix the fiasco he helped cause as he activates the helmet.

At May's apartment, the Superior Octopus struggles against the Goblin Childe, berating Normie for daring to even think about harming a woman as nice as May Reilly. The Goblin Childe sneers that killing May is the fastest way to hurt Spider-Man, and May angrily picks up a chair and smashes Normie with it, snapping that she used to babysit Normie and baked cookies for him. Unharmed, the Goblin Childe snarls that she deserves to die for putting raisins in them; and May prepares to join her late husbands in the afterlife. Before the Goblin Childe can attack, Jameson - controlling a Mark V Spider-Slayer - attacks both the Goblin Childe and Doctor Octopus, who berates him for assuming he is an enemy. The Red Goblin arrives and easily subdues the Superior Octopus, ripping the Spider-Slayer apart and declaring his intent to hunt them down and eat them. May confronts him, and the Red Goblin regains his composure, sarcastically apologizing for his symbiote-influenced outburst. Normie asks if he's going to kill May, and Norman mockingly asks May what message she wants him to write Spider-Man in her blood. May remarks that she doesn't care and won't give him the satisfaction, that she's lived a long life, and is neither afraid of him or what's to come.

Symbiote Spider-Man arrives just as the Red Goblin and Goblin Childe leave, Norman mocking him for taking so long and Normie asking if they can kill him now. When Spider-Man berates him for turning his grandson into a monster, Osborn tells him to look to his own family and that he has business to take care of first. Spider-Man is shocked to see a Spider-Slayer, Jameson apologizing through it and saying the tried his best to protect her but it wasn't enough. Livid, Spider-Man stomps on the machine's head; and Jameson removes the control helmet and picks up a loaded pistol. Spider-Man desperately searches for May, hearing a voice call out to him. He sees his aunt cradling a badly-wounded Superior Octopus, who had taken the brunt of the attack that had been meant for her. May asks Otto why he risked his life to save her, and he responds that despite all the evil he's done, he never stopped loving her since the day they first met. Spider-Man is incredulous, and May calls him out on that; stating that he taught her that anyone could be a hero, saving her time and again despite her irrational fear towards him. Spider-Man notes the last time he and Doctor Octopus had crossed paths had been as enemies and that he'd cost Otto everything; and Otto remarks that he still has Peter's memories and desire to do good from his time as the Superior Spider-Man, and could never let any harm befall their beloved aunt. Spider-Man remarks that saving his aunt's life has wiped the slate clean between them, and tells them both to get medical attention as quickly as possible. May asks Spider-Man to promise her to save Normie, who she states is an innocent being manipulated by his grandfather, and he swears he'll do so.

Spider-Man departs, angry and more determined than ever to take Norman down, and knowing exactly where the Red Goblin will strike next: Alchemax.

Arriving at Alchemax, the Red Goblin tells the Goblin Childe that Oscorp will be reborn and become their kingdom and empire. Osborn lectures that the company and Normie's father cast aside the Osborn name, but Normie is unenthusiastic until he offers to take him out for ice-cream and to kill people when they're done. Transforming their symbiotes into business suits, Norman and Normie enter the board room to find Liz Allan and Mark Raxton waiting with a stack of forms. Liz asks her son if he's alright, but Norman remarks that his grandson is better than fine and that it skips a generation. He notes that there's no security personnel, and Liz replies that's because he'd just kill them; Norman remarking that indiscriminate slaughter is fun and helps sell how serious he is. He notes that Harry isn't present, dismissing him as a weak little milksop; and Normie bitterly remarks that he's probably with Stanley. Liz gets right down to business, bluntly stating the terms of their transaction; to which Norman agrees, amused by her seriousness. She indicates the stack of paperwork in front of her and states that there is no legal way to hand the company over to him in any length of time, sarcastically taking a dig at Parker Industries. Norman shares a laugh over the joke before using the Carnage symbiote to briefly assume the form of Mason Banks, reminding her that he helped set Alchemax up and is aware of a beneficiary clause in Normie's name. Normie is surprised that his mother would do that for him, but Norman calls an end to the negotiations by picking up the boardroom table and smashing Raxton upside the head with it; telling Normie this is how an Osborn tables discussions.

Liz tells Normie that his grandpa has been planning to kill her and Harry all along, activating a signal as she declares that she's not going to let that happen. Perched on an old Goblin Glider, Harry Lyman enters the room accompanied by a swarm of Humanitron robots. Norman transforms into the Red Goblin, complaining that killing machines isn't any fun since they lack blood and guts. Harry grabs Normie and tries to pull him to safety, but his son transforms into the Goblin Childe and accuses Harry of abandoning him and never loving him. Harry states that he does love his firstborn son, and will never let go of him again - no matter what. Norman accuses Harry of coddling Normie and trying to make him weak and pathetic, firing a barrage of spikes that knocks Harry off his glider. As the Goblin Childe worriedly checks on his father; the Red Goblin grabs Liz by the throat and throws her out the window, fondly reminiscing about when he killed Gwen Stacy. Harry and the Goblin Childe are horrified, but Norman tells his grandson to get over it and grow up. Symbiote Spider-Man arrives, having caught Liz without accidentally breaking her neck, and furiously states that he'll never let Osborn win that way ever again. Realizing that Spider-Man is a hero, the Goblin Childe furiously attacks the Red Goblin to protect his parents. Enraged, the Red Goblin transforms his arm into a scythe, but Symbiote Spider-Man grabs his arm and states there's no way he's letting Osborn kill his godson. Harry rams the Red Goblin with his Goblin Glider, Norman griping about being impaled through the chest a third time as Spider-Man fondly recalls the Goblin's classic first death. Harry apologizes to Normie and hugs his son, who warns him to stay away as the symbiote lashes out and slashes at him. Transforming into his human form, Normie asks his parents what will happen to him, and Liz joins the hug and remarks they'll figure it out together.

Enraged at Spider-Man's continued interference, the Red Goblin rips the glider out of his chest and coats it with symbiote biomass to turn it into a Carnage Glider. Symbiote Spider-Man mocks Norman for constantly losing to the world's biggest screwup, causing the Red Goblin to smash him through the window and snarl that he's going to devour him.

As Spider-Man web-swings away, the Red Goblin mockingly states they've done this dozens of times before and he's well aware that Peter is trying to lead him away from his friends and loved ones. Symbiote Spider-Man retorts that despite having the power of the Carnage symbiote, Norman is at his least effective - having set out to kill everyone Peter Parker ever loved and failed miserably at doing so. Affecting a singsong tone, the Red Goblin tells Symbiote Spider-Man that the spikes he'd been firing at everyone are under his control, and all along he's been planning to use them to shred the brains of those he impaled with them - killing them in an agonizing manner. Horrified that Norman would do something like that to his own son, Symbiote Spider-Man lunges at his nemesis as the Red Goblin gloats that he'll kill everyone Spider-Man ever cared about and that this will teach Spider-Man to stop messing with his stuff. The Red Goblin snaps his fingers... and is surprised when nothing happens.

Flash Thompson - the Anti-Venom symbiote barely covering him - lands on the roof of a nearby apartment and explains that he used almost all of the Anti-Venom to extract the spikes the Red Goblin left in everyone and heal them. Symbiote Spider-Man celebrates, then realizes Flash addressed him by his real name and asks how he found out. Flash remarks that he pieced it together after overhearing Spider-Man talking to Silk, asking if they're even for the times he bullied him. Symbiote Spider-Man responds that he forgave Flash a long time ago; but the Red Goblin interrupts, his Carnage Glider chomping down on Spider-Man's arm and flying away with him. The Red Goblin furiously attacks Flash for ruining his revenge, tackling him off the roof of the apartment. As they fall, Flash mocks him and tries to use the last of the Anti-Venom symbiote to burn away the Carnage symbiote; but the Red Goblin sneers that Flash might have been able to beat him if he hadn't used up the Anti-Venom symbiote healing his allies. Revealing that he's wearing his Green Goblin outfit under the symbiote, the Red Goblin pins Flash to the ground and electrocutes him with his finger blasters. Symbiote Spider-Man lets out a scream of rage and sprouts a fanged maw and prehensile tongue, Venomizing as he rips the Carnage Glider apart. As the berserk Spider-Venom dives towards him, the Red Goblin quips that he likes Peter's bulky new look and that he must be working out. Cratering the pavement as he lands, Spider-Venom snarls that he's going to kill Osborn and punches him - sending the Red Goblin flying across the city and smashing through several high rises. As Spider-Venom roars that he's going to eat Osborn's brains, Flash calls out to Peter and urges him to calm down and not let his rage infect the symbiote; stating that he helped the symbiote become good and Peter risks undoing that. As Flash begs Peter to not be the reason the symbiote becomes a bloodthirsty monster again, Spider-Venom reverts to his slender form; Symbiote Spider-Man apologizing for losing control and remarking that they need to get Flash to a hospital. Flash replies that there's no time, telling Peter that he doesn't have enough Anti-Venom left to heal himself. When Peter offers to return the Venom symbiote to him, Flash refuses out of fear that it would die as well and deprive Peter of the edge he needs. Informing Peter that his berserk punch sent the Red Goblin into the heart of the city, Flash tells Spider-Man that people need him; calling Peter his hero and his friend before dying from his injuries.

Crashing down into the middle of Times Square, the Red Goblin finds himself surrounded by confused and curious civilians, some of whom crowd around him for selfies under the assumption that he's an actor. A man in a Spider-Man costume approaches, mistaking Osborn for a rival performer and berating him, and the Red Goblin promptly impales him. As the Red Goblin cackles gleefully, Symbiote Spider-Man arrives, the Red Goblin noting that Spider-Man has gone quiet and stopped cracking jokes. He has the sudden epiphany that Spider-Man values the people of New York as much as his loved ones; unleashing an omnidirectional barrage of Carnage Bombs. Spider-Man tries to save as many people as he can, but several are still injured and killed by the explosions. As Times Square goes up in flames, Symbiote Spider-Man tells the police to stay back. The Red Goblin tackles him into the midst of the inferno and begins throttling him, sneering that Spider-Man is weak because of his unwillingness to unleash the Venom Symbiote’s bloodlust. As the Red Goblin gloats that Norman Osborn is finally victorious and that this will be his greatest moment of triumph, Spider-Man suddenly realizes what Norman's greatest weakness is: his ego. Capitalizing on this, he tells Osborn that everyone will know the Green Goblin wasn't the one who killed Spider-Man, but the Carnage symbiote, and by extension, Cletus Kasady. Horrified, Osborn imagines Cletus Kasady jubilant at getting the credit for having killed Spider-Man, and staggers backwards - clawing at his head and screaming at the voices to shut up and that he's in control.

Spider-Man seperates from the Venom symbiote and tells it to return to Eddie, assuring it that he'll be alright and telling it to be careful of the flames. Back in his red-and-blues, Spider-Man continues to mock the Red Goblin's reliance on the Carnage symbiote, stating that it's Osborn's move if he wants to win for himself. Osborn snaps and tears the Carnage symbiote off himself, shouting that he never needed it and that the Green Goblin is his real self and all he ever needed to kill Spider-Man. A nearby car explodes, knocking Spider-Man to the ground; and the Green Goblin triumphantly delivers a brutal beatdown, remarking that Peter was right and that it feels much more satisfying; gloating that he's always been superior to Spider-Man due to not relying on anyone but himself. Picking himself up, Spider-Man returns the beatdown; recalling all the loved ones he lost throughout the years, the friends and allies counting on him to win, and the soldier who sacrificed himself. As the Green Goblin collapses, Spider-Man says that he's not going to kill Osborn to avenge Flash, but web him up with a note pinned to him like he would a common crook. Osborn calls out to the Carnage symbiote to save him, but as it moves to rebond to him Spider-Man realizes that it's lost its invulnerability to fire. Grabbing a gas tank, he smashes it open and pours the gas on the symbiote, immolating it just as it touches Osborn's hand. Spider-Man picks himself up and calls out for Osborn to show himself, but Osborn's only response is to mumble gibberish with a broken smile. Spider-Man guesses he felt the Carnage symbiote's agony as it burnt to death, destroying his mind. Surveying the ruins of Times Square, Spider-Man remarks that he can't mark the battle down as a win given how many people lost their lives, but that at least it's over.

J. Jonah Jameson arrives and pulls out his pistol, taking aim at the Green Goblin's head and saying that Osborn's not fooling anyone with the act. Spider-Man tells him to stand down, but Jonah replies that Osborn will keep coming back and killing their loved ones unless someone puts him down for good, and that since the debacle is his fault he's going to be the one who ends it. Jonah pulls the trigger, but Spider-Man dives in front of the Green Goblin and takes the bullet in his shoulder. Johah asks why Spider-Man would go out of his way to save his worst enemy, and Spider-Man replies that he had the power and responsibility to save everyone, even his enemies. Dropping the gun, Jonah runs off in shame as the Green Goblin mutters gibberish to himself.

At Ravencroft, Colonel John Jameson tells Spider-Man that he's breaking a lot of rules letting him in the Institute; asking what happened to his arm. Spider-Man remarks that Jameson's father shot him, then asks for a moment alone with Norman Osborn. Alone, Spider-Man demands to know if Osborn is planning on telling anyone who he is under his mask. Initially confused, Osborn states in a sing-song tone that he knows who Spider-Man is under his mask: the world's biggest screwup... Norman Osborn. Bemused, Spider-Man asks who he is speaking to, and Osborn retorts that he's Cletus Kasady before breaking out in a fit of maniacal laughter. Walking away, Spider-Man notes that if this is an act then Osborn deserves an Oscar; but it looks like he paid the ultimate price for his ego.

At Alchemax's R&D lab, Liz Allan and Harry Lyman watch as Dr. Steve uses a sonic cascade to separate Normie Osborn from his portion of the Carnage symbiote. When Harry asks if she's going to destroy it, Liz says that she wants it securely contained and studied in case of any complications. Once the procedure is finished, Normie hugs his mother, who tells Mark to take their latest acquisition and make sure it's stored securely in someplace private.

Harry reunites with his mother and Stanley, forgiving her for abandoning him when he was a baby. Reclaiming the Osborn name, Harry states that he's going to make it mean something good and be the kind of father Norman never was for him, for both his sons. As he embraces Normie and says he loves him no matter what, Normie ominously replies that's good to know, tendrils of the Carnage symbiote spreading across his eye.

At Flash Thompson's funeral, his friends and comrades stand in attendance as Betty Brant reads a eulogy before calling Peter Parker up. Peter pays his respects, reminiscing about their early enmity before Flash had found a hero to look up to in Spider-Man and joined the military to make something better of himself. Peter remarks that he himself can be a bully - referencing his behavior as Spider-Man - and says that he'll try to follow Flash's example to better himself, saying he's Flash's number-one fan.

Aunt May approaches Peter after the service and gently scolds him for being so hard on himself, saying that she's proud of the person he's become. She tells him to patch his relationship with Jonah, and Peter tells Jonah that the weight of making a mistake and seeing innocents and loved ones die because of it is one that he's felt since he was fifteen. Peter tells Jonah that if Flash were there he'd forgive him, and that he forgives Jonah too. Before Jonah can respond, a siren goes off and Jonah tells Peter to stop standing around wasting time talking when he's needed elsewhere. Peter teases Jonah for admitting Spider-Man's necessary before running off. Grumbling to himself, Jonah gathers and folds Peter's discarded clothes before they get wrinkled, remarking that Peter is helpless without him.

As he swings over the city, Spider-Man thinks to himself that everyone is special in one way or another, and that no matter how many times you fall, you pick yourself back up and keep fighting the good fight.

At the Horizon University in San Francisco, Otto Octavius introduces himself to Max Modell using the pseudonym Elliot Tolliver. Max gives Otto a tour of the facility, showing him Anna Maria Marconi's new "Living Brain-Bots" - small robots modelled after the Living Brain and Octobots. Anna Maria becomes suspicious of Otto, but he and Max walk away before she can confront him.

Max shows Otto to his new lab and remarks that Otto's recent breakthroughs have been extraordinary and that he's expecting great things from him. Otto replies that he will endeavor to exceed Max's expectations, quipping that he always strives to be superior.

REVIEW

And Dan Slott scores another amazing story for Spider-man.

During the Sinister Twelve saga, I complained that some writers were relying too much on nostalgia. Well, this one also does, but in a different way. It feels more like a continuation than a re-do. And to me, it works as a reboot of the Green Goblin (as he ends up where he was before he died the first time). What complicated things at the beginning of this story was the fact that Norman didn’t remember why he killed Gwen Stacy (thanks to Mephisto, I suppose). But even if you don’t know why, it doesn’t take away from the story.

Flash Thompson dies in this story, but to be honest, I know enough about comics to not care about characters dying at Marvel. It’s been a year since this story came out and he is still dead, but he’ll come back, surely.

To make things worse on Flash Thompson, the moment Peter told him he forgave him a long time ago, it was like the writer saying, “and now you die”.

Immonen is one of my favourite artists in comics, and he did an amazing job here. Issue #800 has a lot of other artists, and that tone mix doesn’t work that well. Mostly because each of them has a unique style.

In the end, this is one of those Spider-man stories you have to read.

I give the story a score of 9

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