Harry Osborn.

— That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow even easier than ink. ❞ harry osborn. goblin. marvel. written by #ᴄᴏsᴍᴏs ˎˊ˗

His. Work friend.

His girlfriend and his—

😦

His girlfriend and his—

His best friend and his—

Where’d Peter learn to suck the fun out of everything *and* make bad jokes while doing so? “Bean Boozled, indeed. What are you doing?” Besides spitting out the beans Harry paid good money for.

😦

Tossing one jellybean after another at the back of @spidersuited’s head. “Hey. Parker. Hey.”

“Just like that. When the feeling hits.” Grins, and reaches out to push her shoulder, to regain her attention. “You’re welcome, Gwen.”

Maybe one day. That might be wishful thinking. “I don’t know; the feeling just hits. Like this. You look good today, Gwen. And most days.”

Not quite his style. “Do it when it feels right, Stacy.”

“I’ll take it. That’s almost a compliment.”

That’s him!

*

“Gwen /Stacy/.” He doesn’t think he’s seen @stacyspidered in at least a few hours, but, more likely, it’s been a few weeks. Months? No, weeks. “Have you been hiding in another dimension, or is this campus bigger than it looks?” Harry’s joking, as far as he can tell.

/Oof/.

“Workin’ hard, hardly working,” he returns, his own face cracking into a smile. Maybe that’s why they’ve missed each other; different paths to different places. “It’s good to see you too, Pete. We’ll have to catch up, yeah? When we’re both free.”

Harry nods, he gets it. “More and more these days, huh?” He’s been stepping up in Peter’s increasing absence, but he’s happy to do it. “I’ll be there, no problem.” He returns her hat to her head, a bit lopsided. “Drinks afterwards?” He flashes an enticing smile.

He squeezes her shoulder at the response, sure that she knows the feeling, then drapes his arm heavily over her. “It’s not your birthday, right?” Harry knows he’d never forget something like that. He’ll have to clear his plans, but, “Sure, I’m free Friday.”