You have to share a bed with the last character in your saved images.
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Don't ask why I saved this. LMAO
I feel slight fear over the thought of sleeping near him- feel like he'd just shove me out of the fuckin' bed. I'd get wing whacked. I'll take the floor I suppose.
One rule, ladies, gentlemen and the rest of the lovely people in this chaotic community that is named Tumblr...
You share a bed with the last character that is saved in your images
And mine is......
Noble and Handsome sir Lancelot (gif is not mine) !!!
HE'S JUST SOOOOOO SWEET, YOUR HONOUR!!! MERLIN WAS SOOOOO LUCKY FOR SHARING A BED WITH HIM!!! (this is canon and you're not convincing me otherwise... And even if it is a headcanon, you will take it awat from my Very. Dead. Hands)
Hey, I would kill for Nathan Stark series! We need more appreciation for him!
lol No need to commit homicide! I've had an idea for a Nathan x reader series for quite some time now. Perhaps I'll do something with it. I need to rewatch some of Eureka first though to make sure I get his personality right.
Hey, I don't know if you still up for it ot whether you have some rules about requests, but I've seen your post about doing Peter Hale x reader and others. And I'd really like to see your general dating headcanons with Peter Hale or Chris Argent💛
I've got so many ideas for a Peter Hale series! I hope to start posting it eventually. I will gladly do a dating headcanons for him. And I'll throw in Chris too. Everything here will be safe for work, of course. Enjoy!
Dating Peter Hale
He was so scared to tell you the truth about what he was, but when you found out, you didn't care.
He loves showing off his money. Expect expensive gifts.
But he's not a fan of huge crowds, so no big fancy dinners. He much prefers to eat in private with just the two of you. Or maybe at some small place.
Does NOT like candle lit dinners. Nor a yule log at Christmas. Or grilling out.
You and he learn how to cook together because he's so used to just buying all his meals. There's a lot of burned chicken, but also a lot of joy and laughter and making out in the kitchen. (That's why it burned.)
He's very touch starved. When you first start dating, he flinches every time you touch him. It takes some time, but eventually he can't keep himself from reaching for your hand or laying on your shoulder. He's heavy but you're fine with it.
He wants to make all the plans so you don't have to worry about anything. Just trust him to know what's best.
If you have family, they probably aren't too fond of him. He brings expensive wine to get-togethers though, so that might put him in their good graces if they like that kind of thing. If not, he'll depend on his usual charms. It might take awhile, but they'd eventually accept that he's here to stay.
Expect calls in the middle of the night. Or he might just show up. He doesn't sleep well and he needs comfort from the nightmares. If he hasn't slept the night before, he will curl up in your lap on your sofa and sleep. Stroking his hair really helps. When he's truly comfortable with you, he's prone to just falling asleep just so long as you're somewhere nearby. He especially likes to nap while you're driving.
Loves to just walk with you in the woods.
He's surprisingly knowledgeable about furniture and helps you decorate your house or apartment.
He wants everyone to know that you belong to him. He purposefully nuzzles into your hair to leave his scent on you. He loves giving you his jacket too. All the werewolves in town know you're taken.
Despite his bravado, he's constantly worried that you're going to leave him. He needs regular assurances that you love him.
He gets jealous easily. Your guy friends might wanna watch out. And you might have to have a long talk with Peter and get it through his head that they're not a threat to your relationship. Once he's 100% sure, this calms down. But he still doesn't like men fliting with you.
You help him rebuild his relationship with Malia and he loves you even more for it. The three of you sometimes get together and do dinner. You're there to console her when she and Scott break up and you have to keep Peter from going to LA and trying to kill Scott for a third time.
He constantly brags about having you to Derek and anyone else who will listen.
He will listen to you rant about work and the people that bother you. Then he'll offer to take them out. You assume he's joking, but sometimes, if they really upset you, he totally means it.
He will show up at your work and pester you. It's distracting, but you love seeing him.
His name for you in his phone is "My Queen".
He gives great skin care advice and has a wonderful sense of fashion. Also knows all the best hair care products. He loves to take you shopping for new stuff and buys everything. He gets broody if you won't let him shower you in gifts.
Sometimes when he's emotional, his eyes will turn blue and he will turn away because he's worried about scaring you. When you kiss him despite his fangs, he knows you truly don't care. You're even kinda into it much to his amusement.
If he upsets you, expect a huge vase of flowers. If you're not a flowers person, he gets chocolates or some kind of jewelry. He knows he can't buy your affections, but that isn't going to stop him from trying. He will eventually give a proper apology, but he hates admitting that he was wrong. Consider yourself lucky if he does.
Dating Chris Argent
He's the sweetest thing on the planet. His tired blue eyes and sad smile make you melt every time.
He lights up every time he sees you.
He lets you pick where you go to dinner, though he usually surprises you with a home made meal. This man can cook and you love it.
Brings you coffee or hot chocolate almost every morning.
Mows your grass and fixes your car for you without being asked.
You like to watch him clean his guns after a mission.
Sometimes comes home with some pretty gnarly wounds. You always clean him up and make him promise it won't happen again. But it keeps happening anyways. He hates to make you worry, but he has a job to do.
Early in your relationship, he constantly tries to run. He's afraid that if you love him, you'll die like everyone else has. It takes you awhile, but you eventually manage to convince him that you're not going anywhere.
Date night is just diner and a movie on his couch. He's not a fan of hanging out in public. But he will go to the park with you on sunny days. If you have an interest in guns, he'll take you to a shooting range.
He likes to just dance with you around the kitchen when he's in a really good mood.
He takes you on trips to France after you've been together for awhile, and shows you all the best places away from the crowds.
If you have any family, they are wary of him at first, but then they love him. He's so respectful. Your mom wants you to marry him tomorrow.
He has some trouble sleeping and can often be found sitting on his back porch, having a beer at night. If you show up, he finds it easier to get some rest.
He will always do his best to keep you safe. He might even train you how to fight if you ask.
If he does train you, you like to distract him while sparring by kissing him. It works every time.
He often has Scott and his friends over for dinner. You love having so many fun people around.
In a perfect world, Isaac comes and visits often and once accidentally calls you mom. Chris thinks it's hilariously adorable.
If he upsets you, he gives a sincere apology. You can't stay mad at those sad blue eyes no matter how hard you try.
I am nearing the end of season 2 of Superman & Lois and I have so many feels about Tal Roh. Is there a fandom for him?? He reminds me so much of Peter Hale from Teen Wolf. Which is funny given that Ian Bohen is in this show and he was actually my most hated character until recently. (He actually ended up making me cry.)
You ended up spending most of your Saturday in the hospital. The officer was right, you did have a concussion. Thankfully, the doctors didn’t think you needed to be kept overnight and sent you home. Tracy had suffered several broken bones due to her fall and needed to stay for a few days, but she was fine otherwise. She insisted that you should leave her be, and go home. You couldn’t tell if she was relieved that Dan was dead, or heartbroken. You decided it must’ve been both.
Norman was supposed to drive you back to your apartment, but instead you arrived at his place.
“Norman, I’d really like to go home and sleep-”
“You’re not allowed to sleep for another 4 hours,” he declared.
“That’s a common misconception,” you laughed, “You can sleep after a concussion.”
“You are not staying alone in that apartment,” he said sharply, “I want you with me.”
You wanted to protest, but you couldn’t find the words. The idea of seeing the apartment again made you feel sick. So perhaps he was right. Staying here was for the best.
Following Norman inside, you felt anxious. There was something… off. The way Norman stood, the way he spoke- it wasn’t quite right. At first you assumed it was because he was so upset about Dan. But he didn’t seem to be showing any signs of remorse. And he was far too smiley. You expected more anger and anxiety. Instead he was brimming with confidence and joy.
He stepped up to you, absently reaching out to curl a lock of your hair. His eyes scanned your body and you couldn’t help but shiver. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say there was a hunger in his eyes.
“Why don’t you go ahead and take a shower?” He suggested too casually, “You can borrow some of my clothes.”
“I don’t think-”
“The hot water will do you some good,” he insisted, “Go.”
You nodded, still feeling foggy from your head injury. A shower sounded nice, but he didn’t have to be so pushy about it... but maybe it would help you clear your head. Norman’s strange behavior wasn’t anything to be worried over. It was the concussion making you see things that weren’t there.
Everything was okay.
“I’ll be out in a bit,” you promised with a bit of a slur to your voice.
“Take your time, my dear.”
Ignoring the chill that went down your spine, you shuffled off to the shower. Something compelled you to lock the door even though you trusted Norman. Your fear only grew the longer you were in the water. Sure, it helped with your physical aches and pains, but as your mind cleared from its haze you became certain; Norman was acting weird.
The way he didn’t even think of Tracy’s well-being. You knew he could be obsessive over you, but you never expected it to be at the expense of someone else. How he acted at the hospital was also strange, now that you thought about it. The way he stared at you when he thought you were looking… you were used to Norman watching you with a look of fondness and adoration. But this look made you uncomfortable. It only got worse the moment the two of you were alone. You knew Norman well enough to know that this situation would make him an anxious mess. He would be panicked over Dan’s death, scared for your safety, and worried about your health. You expected him to insist on you laying down and resting.
But you had the feeling that he wanted something else.
——
The Goblin approached the shower door, gently testing the knob. He was surprised to find it locked.
‘She knows,’ Norman’s thoughts tore through the void, ‘She knows you’re not me.’
The Goblin gripped the knob as his teeth clenched. He had every intention of tearing the door off its hinges. How dare you lock him out. But Norman’s thoughts started to come in rapid succession.
He was waking up.
Shuddering, The Goblin pulled away and escaped into the bedroom. He busied himself with dressing into something more comfortable to him. He tried desperately to keep Norman shoved deep down. But small thoughts got by.
‘What happened?’ He asked, ‘Where… where are we? Where is Y/N?’
“I saved her,” The Goblin snapped as he pulled on a black shirt.
‘She’s alright?’
“Just get some rest, Norman. There’s still some business that needs to be taken care of.”
‘I am tired but…’
The Goblin finished dressing and looked in the mirror. A crooked smile twisted his mouth as he spoke.
“Sleep, Norman. Just go to sleep. Everything will be fine.”
Norman’s thoughts became sluggish, nothing more than vague feelings. He was tired. He was scared. It was just easier to let someone else take care of it.
As Norman’s conscience slowly faded away into the void, the Goblin strutted to the office to wait for you.
Tonight he would prove to Norman that he could get what Norman never could.
——
Leaving the safety of the bathroom dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, you entered Norman’s office to find him standing at the liquor cabinet. He had apparently decided to change his clothes, wearing a black button up and slacks. He downed a small bit of scotch and you grimaced.
“Would you like a glass?” He offered.
“I’ve never had the taste for alcohol,” you admitted.
“It might give you a bit of courage,” Norman suggested, “Help you get past some of your inhibitions.”
He poured another glass and offered it to you. Your grimace turned into an all out scowl.
“That’s the exact opposite of what I want. So I’ll pass.”
You approached the wall by the desk, inspecting the shelves and trinkets on them. You felt anxious. Like you were standing in a room with a stranger. You hated feeling this way. Norman wasn’t a stranger and you had been alone with him plenty of times. So why did you feel so… scared?
“I’m so tired…” you muttered, “I think I’m gonna go hit the sack.”
You turned around to leave, but stopped as Norman spoke.
“Can’t sleep yet,” Norman said with a smirk as he sauntered towards you, “Shall we find some way to spend the time?”
“I told you that is a misconception-”
You were silenced with a kiss. Norman’s arms slid around your waist, as he stepped closer to you. You smiled against his mouth, briefly forgetting your previous apprehensions about him. But as the kiss deepened, your heart rate spiked.
Norman’s usual sweet kiss was completely different than… this.
Norman usually pulled you to him, but this time he pushed into you with a greedy hunger. Your back hit the wall hard enough to make something on the shelf rattle. Pain from your fractured ribs made you gasp, but Norman didn’t pull away like he usually would. You could taste the alcohol he had just drank and it made your mouth burn. His hands moved to grip your neck, but his grasp was too tight. You could feel his nails digging into your skin.
You gently pressed against his shoulders, trying to signal to him to let up, but he quickly grabbed your wrists in a vice grip.
He pulled away briefly to pepper kisses down your neck, allowing you to finally breathe. He nuzzled into your hair, breathing out a contented sigh.
“Norman… that’s enough. You’re kinda hurting me-”
“Don’t play coy,” he whispered, “We haven’t done anything wrong… yet.”
He pressed into you, greedily stealing another kiss. Your wrists were still held tightly in his grasp, burning in pain. Fear dominated your mind as you tried to think.
What had gotten into him?!
Frantically, you yanked your arms down and free of his painful grip. You shoved against him with your full strength, forcing him off and away from you. As he stumbled back, you felt a bit guilty- until you saw the look in his dark eyes. You were paralyzed with terror. Something primal unlocked in your brain and you knew: The man looking at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand was not your boyfriend.
“All I wanted was to show you a good time, and this is how you react?”
His voice sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t Norman. He might’ve been wearing his face, but it wasn’t him. You had no idea how it was possible, but you didn’t care. This man was not Norman.
“Who are you?!” You demanded, “What have you done with Norman?”
The imposter gave a scathing laugh.
“What are you talking about, my dear? I AM Norman.”
“No you’re not. I don’t know how you did it, or why, but you’re some kind of imposter. Norman doesn’t act like this.”
The man wearing your boyfriend’s face took a step for you. You frantically darted around to the other side of the desk, keeping it between you and him like a shield.
“Come now, Y/N. You know I struggle with control. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
The leering smile on his face let you know he didn’t mean a word he said.
“What did you do with Norman?” You demanded, “Are you some kind of evil clone? Did you possess him??”
“You’re talking nonsense, my dear.”
You fixed him with a glare, quickly snatching a nearby letter opener to brandish as a weapon. This seemed to amuse him greatly as he stalked around the desk. The two of you walked in a hesitant circle, eyes locked on each other. You wondered if you could make it to the door…?
“Why don’t we calm down, hmm? Talk things out? Be civil?”
“Give me back my boyfriend!” You demanded.
“How many times do I have to tell you?! I AM him.” The imposter laughed, waving a hand in the air, “Well, I’m the Norman he wishes he could be! I’m the one who is strong enough to take what he wants.”
With lightning speed, the monster before you vaulted over the desk. You screamed, slashing downward with the letter opener, but he quickly caught it and threw it to the side. You tried to run for the exit, but you never made it. Before you could get the door open, your attacker pinned you against it. His hands slammed into the wood on either side of your head, and you yelped in surprise.
“You’re always playing hard to get,” he snarled, “Loosen up. Have some fun.”
“Get off me!” You shouted fiercely.
You tried to shove him away, but your wrists were caught. You gasped as he yanked your arms above your head and held them with just one hand. No matter how much you squirmed, you couldn’t pull free. You tried to kick him, but he gave you no room to move, trapping you against the door with his body.
“I have to say, I do like how fiesty you are. Norman certainly has good tastes.”
So many emotions ripped through your brain. Under your all encompassing terror was a layer of extreme confusion.
“Who- WHAT ARE YOU?!”
“I am what Norman made me. His better half. I believe he’s mentioned me before…”
And then it clicked.
So many things suddenly made sense and you felt like a fool for not realizing it soon.
“You’re… You’re the Green Goblin…!”
“BINGO!” The Goblin laughed, “I thought it was high time we had a formal introduction.”
It was so abundantly obvious. Norman being the Green Goblin just made sense. The way he spoke about the Goblin, his desperate need to cure it. All the signs were there from the beginning. If only you had noticed it… you wouldn’t be in this mess.
You wanted to shout at him. Order him to let you go. But as you glared into his dark blue eyes, you knew- they were once Norman’s. For just a fraction of a second, you could see the man you loved. He was still in there. He just needed help to get out.
But what could you do?
The Goblin moved in, pressing a few surprisingly chaste kisses to your neck. It was hard to think straight, but you knew you needed to distract him.
“You wanted to meet me, huh? And this is how you decided to go about it?”
You kept your tone even, eyes glaring. The Goblin smirked against your skin.
“Don’t act as though you don’t want this,” he chortled, “Your body has given you away… you shake with excitement.”
The Goblin’s free hand traced your jaw and down your neck. It was incredibly hard not to react to the sensation. You gritted your teeth as he whispered in your ear.
“I’ll give you what Norman wouldn’t.”
“Norman respects my boundaries,” you countered.
Finally the Goblin pulled back to meet your angry gaze.
“Norman is too weak to take what he truly wants. I’m in his head every hour of every day. If you knew the kind of thoughts he had about you…” the Goblin let out a low whistle. “You wouldn’t think he was so respectable.”
“Thoughts and actions are two different things.”
“You can try and excuse it all you want. Norman is just as depraved as me. After all, he MADE me.”
The Goblin leaned in, a wicked grin on his lips. His free hand started to undo the buttons on your shirt, causing your heart to drop into your stomach. Closing your eyes, you prayed for some idea that would work to bring Norman back to the surface. You being in danger must’ve triggered the Goblin. But now the Goblin was putting you in danger himself. Surely Norman wouldn’t want that?
“Norman,” you whispered, “Please wake up.”
“That isn’t going to work,” The Goblin laughed.
You opened your eyes and stared deeply into his cerulean gaze.
“Norman… I know you’re in there. Please… I need you to wake up.”
In a last desperate attempt, you lurched forward and kissed him. At first nothing happened. But then a shudder rattled the Goblin’s body and he released his grip on you. He fumbled backwards, a hand to his head. His expression twisted with astonishment- as if he couldn’t believe what was happening.
“No!” He growled angrily, “What did… how…?”
Falling to the floor, the Goblin gave one last roar as he tried to maintain control. But his yell melded in with an anguished cry as Norman resurfaced. He sucked in a ragged breath, chest heaving as he looked around. His eyes settled on you, instantly drawn to your half unbuttoned shirt.
Hello! Me again!! I really hope you are doing well lovey ❤️ I just had a thought about something interesting, I have ADHD (diagnosed at 5) I’m looking into speaking with professionals about it to see if I may have more than just that. BUT! I’ve been thinking nonstop about how Norman would be with a neurodivergent reader 😭 just had to get it out there, thanks for coming to my TEDTalk
I'm doin' well, all things considered. Could complain, but I won't lol.
Ah nice! Truth be told, I think all people are "Neurodivergent" in their own way cuz no two people think exactly alike, but I am curious by what exactly you mean and what exactly counts as "Neurodivergent". You'll have to forgive me, I come from a time where my school tried to diagnose me with ADD and put me on Ritalin, and I know that term doesn't exactly exist anymore lol.
So I’m finally watching Superman & Lois and it’s so frustrating because they’re acting like they’re not in the same universe as Kara or Barry.
And you can almost believe that maybe it is a different universe and Kara isn’t there to help, but then they mention the multiverse or have a small cameo by some small character connected to the Arrowverse.
Did something happen to Kara at the end of her show to make her not supergirl anymore? Cuz I stopped watching when Mon-El left.
I’d be fine if it was supposed to be something totally separate, but they’ve already established that this is the Clark in the Arrowverse. So what’s the deal? I know COVID made it hard to get actors on set, but they could’ve at least come up with some in-universe reason as to why other heroes of the Arrowverse aren’t mentioned. (Oliver gets a pass. I know he’s dead.)
Hello!!! I am so so so happy to see that you’re back! ❤️❤️ I truly hope that the new year is better for you :)) just finished chapter 44 and I am so excited to see what you have in store for us, though, please take your time on it all, we worry about you ya know xx
Thank you so much for your support. Ya'll have been very kind and understanding. I also hope that the new year will be better than the last. Both for my health and my ability to post lol.
Summary: When trouble appears, an unlikely savior comes to the rescue. But at what cost?
Warnings: Age gap. PG/PG-13.
A/N: The end of last year was certainly... something. I cannot promise a proper schedule, but I will do my best. If you want to be tagged for the next chapter, let me know!
Norman awoke early in the morning, unable to sleep soundly due to his worries. The fear he felt for you twisted in his mind. And that fear was a portal for an unwanted guest.
‘We should go now. Be there before the little twerp even shows up.’
Norman groaned, rolling over to check the time. It was only 7am. He still had another 3 hours before he promised to arrive.
“She will be alright,” Norman promised himself and the Goblin.
‘Don’t be so sure, Norman. Anything could happen between then and now. You cannot leave our precious Y/N alone. She’s ours to protect.’
Norman rolled his eyes.
“From what she describes, this Dan miscreant is a pathetic waste of space. There is very little chance that he actually poses a threat of any kind.”
‘Are you willing to take that risk?’
No.
Norman was not.
Throwing his covers to the side, Norman got in the shower. He hoped that you wouldn’t mind him coming early. He’d probably just wait in his car outside.
Yes.
That would suffice.
——
You were awoken by the sound of banging. Bolting upright from your bed, you scurried into the front room to find Tracy hiding by the phone as someone knocked angrily on the door. You barely had time to process what was happening before an venomous shout reached your ears.
“I know you’re in there Tracy! Come on! You called me!”
Dan was here.
Tracy looked at you with fear, too frightened to say a word. You snuck across the room to her, afraid that Dan might hear you.
“I am so sorry,” she whispered, “I am never drinking again so long as I live!”
“Shhh. If we wait him out, he’ll probably leave.”
The two of you stayed against the wall, eyes on the door. Dan shouted a few more times before you heard his footsteps leave off down the hall. After waiting for a long moment, you smiled.
“See? He can’t do anything-”
CRASH!
Glass showered into the room as a brick smashed through your window. Tracy screamed, grabbing onto you as Dan climbed in off the fire escape.
“This is ridiculous!” He snapped, “Why didn’t you answer the door?”
“What has gotten into you?!” You demanded, “Are you crazy?!”
Dan fixed you with a glare and in that moment you realized a horrific truth- you had never really known him. Right now, looking into those eyes, it was clear that he was capable of anything.
You stood between Dan and Tracy, slowly moving towards the door. Dan picked up the brick and pointed it at you.
“I am sick and tired of you messing everything up.”
“Me?” You squawked.
“Yes, you. You messed up the whole dynamic. First you turned Kevin against me, and then you took Tracy!”
“You did that to yourself,” you snapped, “Don’t blame me for your own stupid behavior.”
“I won’t let you take her from me,” Dan snarled.
Then he charged.
“Go!”
You shoved Tracy ahead of you toward the door. Dan swung down at you with the brick, but you rolled out of the way. Frantically, you kicked upward between his legs causing him to double over. Tracy had gotten the door open and was standing there, hand outstretched to you.
“Come on!”
You scrambled to your feet, desperate to reach her. But the brick came sailing past your head. You were quick and dodged it.
Tracy was not so lucky.
The edge of the brick clipped her temple and she fell back into the hallway on her knees. You screamed in horror, trying to gather her in your arms to see if she was okay. But Dan came up behind you and grabbed a fist full of your hair. He yanked you back and then did the unthinkable.
He hefted Tracy up and threw her down the stairs.
You stared in horror at Tracy’s seemingly lifeless body laying broken on the floor. She had to be breathing… Please God let her still be breathing.
“Now look what you made me do,” Dan growled, “This is your fault.”
He yanked you back into the apartment by your hair and slammed your head into the wall. It wasn’t hard enough to knock you out immediately, but your vision blurred as your thoughts ran together. You wanted to scream again, try to alert your neighbors. But you couldn’t form words.
“You always acted like you were so much better than me,” Dan said, “Like you couldn’t even give me the time of day. Ya know, the only reason I went out with Tracy was because you were too much of an arrogant bit-”
Dan’s rant was cut short by a hand grabbing his throat. He released you, allowing you to fall to the ground. Looking up, you smiled at your savior and finally managed to whisper something before you passed out.
“Norman.”
——
Norman was on sabbatical.
The sight of you held in Dan’s grasp was enough for him to relinquish control to someone actually capable of protecting you.
“Are you prepared for the kind of death you’ve earned, little man?”
Dan’s eyes bugged out of his head as The Goblin’s grip got even tighter. Raising him up into the air, Goblin slowly walked him towards the window.
“What… what are you… gah!”
The Goblin stepped out onto the fire escape and pinned his prey up against the banister.
“Any last words?”
“Please! Please don’t kill me! This is all a misunderstanding!!”
The Goblin leaned forward into Dan’s face, teeth bared.
“You never should’ve touched her.”
Then Goblin smiled wickedly.
“Have a nice trip!”
And with that, he flipped him over the railing.
Dan screamed the whole way down and the Goblin waited for the satisfying wet SPLAT of his corpse hitting the concrete. His brains sprayed the ground in an almost artistic way.
“Beautiful,” the Goblin mused.
“Nor-Norman?”
The Goblin shuttered at the sound of your voice. Thankfully, his back was to you, so you couldn’t see his face. This gave him time to compose himself, loosen his tie and shirt, and turn to you looking properly disheveled. As if Dan had actually put up a fight.
He had to play his part after all.
“Y/N?!” He said in an almost perfect imitation of Norman, “Are you alright?!”
He ran to your side, hands running over you under the guise of checking for injuries. Touching you brought him great joy. He had begged Norman to let him out just so he could know every inch of you. However, when he touched the bruise that was forming on your head, he felt the rage that had caused Norman to relinquish control in the first place. If Dan wasn’t already dead, The Goblin would’ve killed him again.
“Tracy… is she-?!”
“She’s not my concern,” the Goblin answered honestly, “All that matters is you.”
The look in your eyes let him know that he had made a mistake. You pulled out of his grasp and ran out into the hall. He followed after you, watching as you checked the young woman’s pulse. You smiled through your tears, happy that she was alive. But the Goblin did not share in your joy. Jealousy spiked within him and he wanted to jerk you away from her. After all, this entire situation was Tracy’s fault to begin with.
“Norman! Call for an ambulance! Please.”
The pleading look in your eyes caused the real Norman to start rising to the surface.
But the Goblin wasn’t about to give up his control.
Knowing he had to play along, Goblin did as you asked of him. He waited in jealous silence for the authorities to come. You had wanted to ride with Tracy to the hospital, but instead you stayed and gave your statement. And then the police turned their attention to “Norman”.
He could see the recognition in their eyes- they knew who he was.
“So what exactly happened here?” The officer questioned.
“I was outside when I heard the shouting. By the time I got inside, Miss Lombard was already unconscious. He didn’t give me much choice. I had to defend myself and Miss Y/N. It all happened so fast…. The next thing I knew he was going over the railing. I… I didn’t mean for that to happen. I tried to grab him….”
The Goblin had to fight to keep from laughing. So instead he tried his best to look distraught, turning his stifled laughter into a fake sob.
“And you just so happened to be in the area?”
The Goblin glanced at you, as he answered.
“No… I was coming over here to discuss work with Miss Y/N. She is my secretary.”
The officer nodded, accepting the answer.
“You did a good thing here today, Mr. Osborn.”
With a nod, the Goblin smiled.
“If we’re done here, I’d like to take Y/N to the hospital.”
“I’m fine I don’t need-”
The Goblin gave you a stern look and you fell silent. You looked confused, no doubt noticing the subtle differences in your boyfriend. That was to be expected- you were quite clever.
“You’re free to go,” the officer said, “We’ll clean up here. You go get that head looked at. You could have a concussion.”
I've just finished binging I Forgot My Umbrella and genuinely, it was incredible. I adore your work and honestly you've inspired me creatively through it. Thank you for entertaining us silly guys through the screen <3
Aw thank you so much! It means a lot to me that you would dedicate the time to read my stuff. I am glad that I could inspire you. I wish you luck in your creative endeavors.
And for anyone else who reads "I Forgot My Umbrella", thank you.
It's not a promise, but it is my plan to return to posting in January. I hope you all can hold out till then.
