CEO Goblin

harry osborn

[osbornsun]

gobbyqueen​:

😈 — “Don’t go anywhere.” Teasing him for being so easily distracted, but delighted by the drunken look in his eyes. Madelyne liked this kind of submissive behavior; bending to her will because he wanted it, insolent for show. “I want you right here, with me,” she hypnotized, eyes never leaving him. Free hand teasing up the length of his belly — claws trailing gently up the flesh beneath his shirt. Searing, like hot pokers. Maddie kissed him… Her fangs, puncturing his adrenaline-swollen lip with a tug. “I’m going to remake you,” she whispered. “I promise.” 

🧪— Harry was slipping, there had always been a war in his mind, Goblin or Boy, only one could truly survive. And here, literally wrapped around a Demon Queen’s pinky, Harry was loosing. He was on fire, nails against his stomach, dizzying undulating darkness around him, destabilizing him, pulling the Goblin out. “You woudlnt be the first to try… a PR team and all my fathers army couldn’t, why is your promise different?” Teeth just an edge too sharp sinking into her jaw. A challenge, no, this was simply begging for her to show him how. “What are you going to do?”

[greatresponsibility]

@osbornsun​​ | peter parker + harry osborn

He wasn’t entirely alone here. Gwen was here. Johnny was here–the whole team was here. They weren’t his team, or his family, but they felt something awfully near to it. He had no other family, not here. Peter wouldn’t let himself think about what had happened to Aunt May, or where she was, if not here. And she wasn’t here. Harry wasn’t either. There was a Harry, sure, but he’d made it loud and clear that he wasn’t from Peter’s universe; he wouldn’t let him forget it. It wasn’t his Harry, they didn’t know each other, but best friends in one universe had to count for something, right?

So Peter sat in the Doombucks by ESU, drumming his fingers against the sticky plastic tabletop, waiting to grab a coffee with a guy he was pretty sure was an evil parallel universe version of his best friend. May would tell him to have a little faith, but May was a better person than he was. And she wasn’t here. But then the door opened and shut and Harry was there, and Peter’s stomach dropped at the sight of him. The almost but not quite, the familiar but strange. So Peter smiled and waved him over, hoping that it was normal for alternate-universe Peter to be early to things, and not a sign of a possible existential collapse. “Hey,” he said. “Saved us a table.”

[osbornsun]

🧪— Catholicism had left it’s mark, dramatics and a deep set guilt for every pleasure he had ever indulged in. Hell had been painted with a clear brush, fire and brimstone, but this. Here. This wasn’t hell. It was something in-between, purgatory, where everything was so close to what should be. Gwen still a shade too bright, Johnny who seemed to burn hotter here, and Peter. This Peter who was sharper, like everywhere that had been rounded was filed to a point, who’s crime had simply been being from the wrong universe.

Sometimes, here, in the in-between, in the gray cast of not quite hell not quite heaven, Harry thought his best friends voice and shape were more than a hallucination. Like he was talking to ghosts.

Harry hated him for dying, and hated this new Peter for daring to wear his name and memories and still give him nothing in terms of relief. He had tried of course, wondering if sticking his venomous words into this Peter’s heart would feel satisfying. It didn’t. So he was trying something new, attempting a softer hand. Or at least as close as he could get. A flicker of brown hair and glasses catching the corner of his vision in the mirror, a face laced with deep understanding looking back at him, making his stomach turn with guilt and anger. <Give it a chance.> The glass of green juice hurled out of Harry’s hand shattering the reflection and the ghost at the same time. A beat. A long sigh, and a long step over the shattered glass on the ground and out for coffee he went.

Sliding into the seat across from Peter, Harry had already secured his mask back in place. Billion dollar smile and an air of smugness that blurred any residual haunting from earlier in the morning. “Thanks Pete-r…. Peter.” The tension was so tight it was sure to slice them in half soon enough. So he spoke, silver tongue cutting to the chase, snipping the cord before it could do any real social damage. “Elephant in the room, I was a dick, it was hard… Being Alone.”

[osbornsun]

lovespeople​:

💾 — “I take offense to that,” she argued, dryly. “I do it because it’s fun, I like it, and someone has to.” It was the least she could do, argue that is, as her eyes were busy soaking up the visual that was Harry, smiling. There was something about the smiles he wore. They were all so.. different— and, as this relationship progressed, seemed to evolve. He was asking for it, so she sort of anticipated his dodge. Her smacking hand drops, then she psyched him out with a full body jerk forward. “Punk.” Her eyes are back on his, unsure of what she saw behind them. “Of course.” A pause later, her features softening, “Wouldn’t miss it.”

🧪— Goblet flinched like a good boy when she moved suddenly, his grin never breaking even as he jerked backwards slightly. “Good, now if you’re not I have emotional blackmail I shall use against you for years to come.” But the wave of anxiety had passed, for some reason despite all of Harry’s life leading up to this moment, he trusted her to keep her word. Once his main objective had been secured Harry finally moved his one hand from behind his back, presenting a soft pretzel that had dough died purple and green with a flourish. “Just for you, extra salt to match your favorite persons personality.”

[ofdevastation]

@osbornsun​ | susan storm-richards & harry osborn

“harry - a pleasure to see you, though i wish on better circumstances.” she spoke politely - they weren’t really close, but enough to not be strangers either. she suspected johnny knew him better, but she figured johnny had a mission to know everyone, anyway. it wasn’t entirely relevant right now, not when m.o.d.o.k. was stomping the killiseum in a manner that threated complete destruction. “i’ve dealt with temper tantrums before, but nothing like this.” she sighed - between being the primary caretaker for both her brother most of his life and her kids now - this was still the most childish display she’d seen. “any ideas on how we should approach this? i doubt it’ll be as easy as bringing him a snack and juice box.”

[osbornsun]

🧪— “The pleasure is mine, and while not ideal I can’t imagine a quicker bonding experience.” Harry knew who Susan Storm was, even if he had never truly met her in any universe. The Fantastic Four had been hard to miss, so despite the riled up fire in his blood Harry kept his words cool and respectful. Getting under Johnnys skin was one thing, being considered a spoiled child by Sue was another. “I have my father’s old glider, my only thought was to get him off the ground until we can figure out a more long term solution.” Harry danced past who his father had been, and what the glider could mean, focusing instead on the issue at hand hoping his partner would do the same. “Can’t bring the killesium down if he’s not making contact with its supports? They didn’t quite cover this in business school.”

[osbornsun]

lovespeople​:

💾 — “That’s the thing about DoomlyFans… I can’t make one for you. Not unless you hire me as your manager,” she said, deadpanned. Being absolutely serious if he dared to take her up on it. It was quickly becoming their dynamic. Pushing to new extremes. Testing each others limits. MJ makes her approach, sizing the brat up. “I’m just fucking with you, Osborn— I’ll always be your number one hater.” 

🧪— “You know what I think you just like teasing me and being mean to me for the sake of it.” Harry felt a grin take over his entire face, it was odd, how easy the back and forth was, like they had been doing it for eons. “Kinda doing it for me you know…” The brat stepping out of her swing before she could smack him. “Fine fine, just, you’re going to be there right?” A trickle of genuine anxiety leeching it’s way into his voice, humiliation a fate worse than death.

[osbornsun]

flameontm​:

Johnny really wanted to set something on fire. Not Harry, obviously, but maybe at least his stupid fancy jacket. Hey, not while he was wearing it. Probably. The air molecules in the room heated up, the temperature rising. It was coming from him, Johnny knew, a slip of his tightly held control that corresponded exactly to the impassively cool expression on Harry’s face. Johnny wanted to break it. That was the most frustrating thing. He was sitting here, getting steadily more and more steamed off, and Harry didn’t even look like this was worth a single moment of his time. He wished that his own fury wasn’t plainly written over every corner of his face - and just as obviously, in the rising heat of the room - but. Well. Johnny knew who he was. Some days hotheaded didn’t really cover it. 

His jaw clenched. “Oh, and you know him soooo well,” Johnny said, sarcastically drawing out the words. “He’s not even your Peter. Sorry, Petey. You get that, right? Different universe? Like, I don’t need you to tell me what Pete would want. He’s my friend.” 

Johnny watched as Harry got out of his chair, pleased more than anything else to have finally gotten a reaction. “Uh, not really, actually,” he said, but Harry was still talking anyway, leaning forwards, so he contented himself with a roll of his eyes. “And there he goes anyway. Okay, don’t call me darling. I feel dirty, and not in a fun way,” he complained, meeting Harry’s stare with narrowed eyes. Johnny wasn’t going to be the one to back down first. If Harry wanted to have this out, they could have this out. Johnny could get in his face too. “Alright, Osborn, I’ll bite. What exactly is it you think I’m so jealous about?” Johnny asked skeptically, eyebrows raised. “Your superpowers? Your millions of fans? Your perfect teeth? Oh, wait,” Johnny flashed a blindingly derisive smile. He was pretty sure his eyes said, I hate you. “That’s all me.” 

🧪— Nails dug further into well abused palms. Artificial coolness beginning to evaporate under the rising heat, anger sweeping through him. Not at Johnny no. At the reminder. Harry wanted to look away, to blink the visual of seeing his Pete again out of his mind, to purge the ache in his chest and replace it with whatever the fuck was happening with Johnny ‘Human Fucking Torch’ Storm. “No he’s not my Peter… And yet you hate me so much anyways” Mind flashing to Gwen’s texts. “…But he’s not really yours either is he?”

Harry imagined that Johnnys fist would burn when it connected with his jaw, the scalding that spread out. “Oh was this not flirting? I must have missed the message.” It was the worlds worst game of chicken, his feet dug firmly in, stubborn pride and a shinning addiction to ruining his own life keeping Harry from moving a single muscle.

‘Hit Him.’ The Goblins voice so familiar and startling that Harry almost jerked back, but something more powerful that instinct kept his limbs locked. Eyes dripping acid, mouth stretched in a well polished grin. “I think you’re jealous that all of the flash, the perfect teeth, the adoring fans, the superpowers, none of it stops the people who really know you, from thinking you’re fucking Pathetic.”

[osbornsun]

gobbyqueen​:

😈 — His reaction washed over her— as sweet as it was fiery. Shivers of her own teased up her spine. Maddie had hit a nerve, and it delighted her. “Oh.” Eyes wide & wild in discovery. He wasn’t just an opportunist, as he claimed. He was a daredevil. She took that time to hook a finger in his shirt collar, pulling him in. Keeping him close. “Is that a promise?” she whispered, words reaching only the small space left between them. Her eyes fell to his lips, and when they looked back up, that red hot glow behind them was much more apparent. A dark fog began rolling in, shrouding their surroundings. Removing distraction. “Or a request?” 

🧪— “Oh?” The goblin echoed back, eyes locking on the fire with Maddie’s. Harry was no stranger to hallucinations, voices mostly, but his reflection had become Norman one too many times to claim he had never seen anything that was never there. But whatever was happening now, as darkness rolled in, was something new. Something exciting. Harry’s heart raced without permission is his chest, like it was trying to leap out of his ribcage and into her touch. “A promise to be a good boy? Never. You know what they say…” What did they say? As Maddie’s fingers brushed over his throat it was hard to remember. “So I guess that makes it a request.”

[gobbyqueen]

@osbornsun​​ | harry

😈 — “I hope you don’t mind me saying,” she began, heels clicking ever so rhythmically against the concrete. Approaching her date. “You got quite a bit of bark for being so eager to please.” It wasn’t as cut and dry as that, of course, but she did notice his willingness to go along with her ‘needy whims’ the moment she made them clear. She stops, in front of him now, close enough to feel his breath. Her eyes meet his, a shimmering crimson to their color as she grazed the edge of his psyche. A smirk trekked across her painted lips. “Or is it something else?”

[osbornsun]

🧪— It was almost comedic how much Harry did mind her saying. The hair on the back of his neck suddenly uncomfortable against his collar. He had plenty of bite to go along with his bark, terrible bloody bites. “You know being bored out of my mind doesn’t make me eager to please..” She, whoever she really was, was close enough now that the warm breeze caused her hair to softly brush against his skin. Pomegranates, overwhelmed with sickly sweet that he could almost miss the undercut of Ash. Almost. “…just open to opportunities.” There was something deeply dangerous packaged inside the cute package in front of him, his mind almost without permission flashing to sharpened nails against his throat, to the terrible bloody bites he was oh so proud of. Danger was addicting, and Harry was an addict through and through. “No if you want me to be a— Good Boy —you have to break me first.”

[osbornsun]

lovespeople​:

💾 — MJ reeled in the snort she made at his comment. “Not after I stream it live on DoomTube. I’ll have to compete with all your new lovers and haters.” She was being absolutely serious, too. Though she couldn’t promise viewership. It wasn’t like she had much of one herself, nor with this kind of content, but she was familiar enough with the platform to know he’d earn some hits. Whatever he was doing with the eye contact was either working, or backfiring  — the analyst moving out of her spot to expel some of the built up energy. “Don’t try running to the ringmaster, either. Isolated performances are fair game.”

🧪— Delight shot through his nervous system, he had spent so many months isolated, angry and alone with only the voices in his head, but this easy back and forth was almost like the Harry that was was back. “You know I think you’re right…” Mischief lacing the smile on his face “…I’d make a killing on DoomlyFans.”

[osbornsun]

flameontm​:

The multiverse was weird and big and confusing, but as it turned out, there was a constant in it. It was this: Johnny couldn’t stand Harry Osborn. This version? Same insufferable rich guy, more or less alright looking, if in a sickly kind of way. And, like the Harry that Johnny had known, he was Peter’s real best friend. Johnny heard that, in Peter’s voice, every time he looked at Harry. Something ugly rose in his chest. “Wow. Big word. Hey, thanks for explaining it. I usually stick to one syllable ones, you know, like fuck and you,” Johnny said, pointedly stressing the words, and then smiled brightly, “I’m a bit of a ditz like that.” 

Fake as it was, the smile stretched thin and disappeared into a scowl. Of course it was fake. Everything about Johnny was, which was exactly why he would never be to Peter what Harry Osborn was. Peter’s real life, his real friends - they all had a lot more going for them than Johnny did. He didn’t fit into it, wasn’t good enough for anything more than a friendship at arm’s length. Which was why Harry got Peter Parker and Johnny … Johnny got the mask. Maybe that was better, in the end, having that distance. Everyone else who’d ever gotten close to Johnny had seen it, eventually, that he was nothing more than his powers and nothing without them, the incendiary brilliant flash whenever he went nova, sure, but that was always followed by him crashing down to earth right after, when there was nothing left but himself. Nothing left. Johnny didn’t ever want Peter to realize that. 

Yeah. Like he said. He really couldn’t stand Harry Osborn. The smug glint in his eyes made Johnny see red, zeroing in on a small stack of paperwork on the desk between them. He kicked his heels up on the desk, deliberately kicking the items off and looked back at Harry with pretend innocence. “Whoops. Sorry. Good thing you’ve forgiven me, right?” 

🧪—Harry watched as his papers tumbled to the ground, head tilting as they spread out across the floor, it was petty and childish, and the exact kind of thing that had once given Harry the reputation of “boy king” at Oscorp. On the other end of it, he could see how it didn’t really have the effect he was sure it might.

“Of course I forgive you Johnny…” Harry finally let his eyes rest on the super’s face, it was set hard, a coldness that he was sure was reserved for him alone. Even his Human Torch hadn’t hated him quite like this, it was almost addictive, Johnny’s anger at him. The jealousy that clearly clawed at him. Harry held up his hands as if showing off that he was unarmed. Calm and unaffected. Not really, but his face stayed that way as his hands fell back below his desk, his fingers curled into a tight fist nails cutting into his palm, wondering how tightly Johnny could wind himself up before something snapped. “.. I mean that’s what Petey would want.”

“Want to know what I think Johnny?” Harry slid out of his chair, stepping directly on the papers that had been kicked to the ground. Leaning down so he was close to Johnny’s face. “I think you so badly want me to hate you, so you can justify your own fucked up jealousies, because you know that no one will take your side otherwise.” He didn’t move his face one way or the other bracing for pain if it came. “Or to dumb it down for you, fuck you, darling ”

[osbornsun]

offollies​:

“huh, cute.“ valkyrie raised her brow as she came upon the scene before her. “you tell this to all the poor unfortunates that cross your path, or are you just overstimulated today?” tilting her head she shooed the threatened individual away and took their place, meeting harry’s gaze. “you want a chance to work that aggression off? i’ll fight you in the ring, trust me - you can’t do much to me - so no need to hold back. sound good?” she held up her arm, showing him the sign of the valkyrie. “i’m val, come from a long line of warriors, it’s what we do.”

🧪— overstimulated was an understatement, ever single on of his nerves was on fire, stoking his anger, making it impossible to think. but there was something that overrode any of that. a debilitating need to impress and please authority. “i—” mind flashed to a disappointed father, voice so clear it was like it was being whispered in his ear. brutality is embarrassing harold. but norman was not the authority harry’s mind fixed on, no that would be King Valkyrie. “yeah i’ll take a swing, in the stadium i mean.”

[osbornsun]

[osbornsun]

fromcomics​:

🔬   — Her eyes followed his as he turned back to the tent, smiling gently at the memories of the night thus far. “Nothing wrong with that,” she admits, laughter spilling out at his cheeky reply. For his next question, well, she can’t help but raise an eyebrow, drawing out the suspense before admitting “Of course I did!”  The world wasn’t black and white, no, but this was the most fun she’d had since… well, since she ended up here, and she wasn’t about to let him forget it. Her expression softens as they walk, and she admits “The circus was amazing… cotton candy and popcorn too, but, personally, my favorite part was getting to just… hang out with a friend for awhile.” Gwen Stacy missed many things about her New York, even with Peter Parker reentering her life, but tonight helped her feel a bit more at ease, more at home than she had in weeks. “Pretty lame, right?”

🧪—They said grief would come and go, the therapists, the rehab group leaders, they told him there would be a time when it waned. Looking at her now, alive and in tact and perfect, maybe they were right. “I think… I think that if I could do one thing differently before my world went up in—Doom, I would have spent more time with my friends.”

[osbornsun]

CLOSER STARTER: @flameontm aka Johnny Storm aka A Fucked Up Ugly Mirror of Envy.

🧪— Rumors had followed Harry from the moment he was old enough to have a personality to speculate on, eyes and weights and assumptions. Nothing would ever outshine the dazzling beacon of a failure to live up as his last name. Harry Osborn, son of the father with nothing to show for it, an arrogant brat with a very public history of failed rehab stints. But he hadn’t been alone, despite it all he once had people he loved, he had Gwen and her infection optimism, he had Mary Jane and her unrelenting shimmering presence. He used to have Peter and his—

The point was, there was no one left who knew Harry for what he could have been, and so, he became what he had been from the very beginning. A spoiled rich bully who didn’t like to share toys, even after he was done with them.

“Y’know Johnny, I’ve been thinking— not something you’re very familiar with I know but try to imagine with me, about how there’s really, no reason, we have to be at odds—” Harry thought as his own voice hit his ears, about the devil and his forked tongue, and wondered for a second if it might have been a silver spoon instead. “—So I’ve decide to forgive you for transgressions, oh right, transgressions means things you’ve done wrong.” Enunciating each word yet not openly mocking, to any passer by it could be passed off as genuine thoughtfulness. But a passerby would not see the glint of something in his green eyes.

[boysappetit]

Gavin Leatherwood

[osbornsun]

ofstarspangledman​:

Steve was not the unfortunate individual meeting the growled tone of the other; it had been an honest mistake, the bumping of shoulders that had been taken the wrong way. It makes Steve think of a story that Nick Fury once told him about his grandfather and the neighborhood he grew up in. But that’s beside the point, the situation escalates, Steve sees it in the other’s body language, in his voice, not to mention that warning. It’s a little too close for comfort considering he knows the actual owner of that phrase. Steve comes over and steps in. “How about you both back down and leave it at that.” His tone leaves it as an order, not a suggestion as he nudges the other guy to keep on walking before this becomes worse.

🧪 — They think you’re a spoiled brat Harold. It wasn’t quite his fathers voice, the manic cackling inside his skull, like a gong being hit over and over and over. Of course no one knew what he meant, . The only person who could help was six feet under thank’s to on spider-man. So Harry was fighting it alone. There was a war going on, on a cellular level really. The goblin, his goblin was fighting tooth and nail to get out.

What was clearly a scolding tone was like boiling tar poured down his throat, it was every moment he had ever embarrassed his father, whiskey and something stronger on his breath. You’re making a fool of yourself. Green flared behind Harry’s eyes as his head swiveled to take in the face that had stepped in and between. Fuck. Harry wasn’t a fan boy by any means, but he did have a mostly working pair of eyes.

Captain America, but more specifically the recipient of MJ’s lovely lovely letters. Boy won out over monster for a moment, the sudden usefulness of the situation calming Harry enough he was able to stay in control. “I…” Voice tight, heart still racing, adrenaline simmering just below his skin, jaw locked like he was afraid he was about to bite “…I’m trying to make sure no one gets hurt.”

[osbornsun]

lovespeople​:

💾 — “No.” And she was quick to answer him, too. Before the air could change, she added, “Same as everyone else.” Why she felt obligated to explain, she didn’t know. Whether she wanted him to feel generalized because she felt bad about it, or because she didn’t want him to think she was giving him any special thought. That last one was a lie, though. Harry was his own can of crazy worms.. that she didn’t completely hate talking to. It left her with a feeling she didn’t know how to sort out. “Wait, really?” Not the part of the front row seat, but him being in the show. Then her eyes narrowed again. “Biggest fan, huh?” 

🧪 — Harry didn’t quite believe her about not being special , but maybe that was simply a mirror, he didn’t quite believe or trust anyone either, or pure ego, it didn’t matter much anyhow. “Biggest…only…” A dismissive wave of his hand “… who can even tell the difference now a-days” The tips of his expensive boots dragged as Harry slowly shuffled inside, eyes locking with hers for as long as she’d allow it. Voice just an edge softer as he spoke again. “C’mon ‘M, I’m setting myself up for some serious embarrassment here.”