#oscorp: threads

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@twxcesaved​ sent  “I got the part, I got the part!”

He could hear her absolute excitement over the phone, causing him to grin wide. “See?! I told you that you would.”

He pauses, still smiling. “How about dinner to celebrate? Wherever you want.”

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@twxcesaved​

Harry made his way past the swarms of costumed kids running door to door. He climbed the steps eagerly and happily until he arrived at his destination. He knocked. When the door opened, Harry gave a wide, mischievous grin to Mary Jane. “Trick or treat.”

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@websred​ plotted a starter

In truth, it was honestly the best night that Harry could remember in a long time. Even with the accident, he knew that things hadn’t been great since his father had died. Having his friends around had made a world of difference, but with MJ it was different. The night had been so fun and carefree. He felt better than okay. She made him feel whole.

He could feel himself falling hard for her, but he wasn’t sure if she felt the same. Still, something in him told him that he had to try; to follow his own heart for once. He deserved to be happy, didn’t he? 

“You know...” His eyes met her and he offered a quick flash of a grin. “I’m really glad you came over, MJ. I think I needed you.”

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@xfmany​ liked for a starter ATTN MJ

“I loved you.” He chokes it out, meeting her gaze. “I would have given you the world and you...”

Harry shakes his head, searching for the words. He can feel his stomach tightening into a knot, anger rising. He doesn’t want to hurt her, but she hurt him. Worse, it was causing a rift between him and his best friend. With his father dead, Harry needed his friend and thought that he could count on MJ too. “You stabbed me in the back. For what? For Peter?”

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@quiscustodietipsos​ gets a starter ATTN Grace

Harry hadn’t even really thought about where he was going or what he was doing. All he knew was the immense grief and anger he felt. It was practically threatening to suffocate him. His father was gone. What was he supposed to do now? 

He’d left the mansion in a blur, jumping into his car and just driving. The reality of it all wasn’t entirely registering to him. He hadn’t even allowed himself to cry. He was on auto pilot.

He sat in his car for what seemed like an eternity when he finally registered that he had driven to his friend’s house on pure impulse. He swallowed the lump in his throat and shut off the engine before getting out and climbing the stairs to the old brownstone. He knocked on the door, hoping she answered and not her brother or father.

As soon as the door opened and he saw her, he met her gaze before looking down towards his feet. Saying it was accepting it. He swallowed, his throat tight. Voice breaking and wavering, he said the words he’d been avoiding. “My father’s dead...”

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@twxcesaved​ liked for angst

Harry hadn’t wanted it to be this way, but the voices were back. Everything in him was telling him to avenge his father. That meant going after his best friend in the world. This time, things got very heated. Neither one of them was backing down and both of their tempers were very high.

Before he knew it, as he was about to launch a Pumpkin Bomb at Peter, his best friend countered and he felt himself crashing through glass. Once he hit the glass, feeling the shards cutting into him, he realized he wasn’t stopping. The last thing he saw before his body hit the ground stories below with a sickening thud was Pete’s face. 

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@ciinderellasyndrome​ liked for a starter

Harry hated these kinds of parties. After the death of his father and the stress of keeping Oscorp alive, the legacy his father had left him, he just wanted to be left alone. Half the time, Harry could barely breathe or think. The company was already beginning to crumble and, even after death, he couldn’t shake the feeling he was letting his father down.

So, of course, he’d agreed to make an appearance at the party. He knew it didn’t hurt to talk to powerful and influential people. The right person and the right deal could save Oscorp and save his father’s legacy. 

He’d ordered a glass of wine when he noticed someone nearby. A woman. He nodded at her, pouring his own drink. “Did you want some? I can share. I’m sure there’s plenty more where this one came from.” 

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@frczenhearts​ asked:  " You may have fooled the octopus, but you won't fool me." (Frczenhearts)

“Dr. Octavius was mad.” His eyes narrowed on the other, recognizing him. It seemed Harry had a penchant for attracting brilliant minds who had gone sour. “What exactly am I fooling you about... Victor, right? Victor Fries?”