#osbornsun

[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?”

[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.”