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Shut up (and dance with me) || sonofthegoblin
Cherry laughed at Harry and all his grumblings about this mixer he had to attend. As the elevator descended, she turned her attention to her long time friend and straightened his tie, “Come on...after everything, is a roomful of tuxedos really that scary?” She asked, looking up at him warmly.
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The young man swallowed hard, his fingers twisting into his hair. It came out wrong. It always, ALWAYS came out wrong.
"It’s not-… We never-… I… never said anything," he mumbled, shamefaced. "I never would have. I couldn’t. But it’s not like-… I didn’t-…"
He looked up at MJ helplessly, clearly floundering and struggling to find words, or even the courage to speak. Why couldn’t this have been one of those moments where she just inherently understood everything he thought and felt? That he loved her, yes, but that she wasn’t the only one. That he hadn’t lied, necessarily, or used her, only told partial truths, and tried too hard to bury something in him that refused to die.
"MJ… Don't-… don’t be mad…"
❝No shit nothing ever happened, Harry.❞
Gwen loved Peter, Peter loved Gwen. That was the beginning and end of everything. Mary Jane had been certain she loved Harry - she had always come back to him, after all. She loved him enough to clean him up. She loved him enough through every shove and insult hurled her way. Gwen was beautiful, Gwen was intelligent and kind. Gwen was loved. Her fury did not necessary stem from jealousy felt directed toward the person she would continue consider to be her best friend but rather the same annoyance at the universe that had been in place. If anyone had to go, why hadn't it been her?
MJ looked back to Harry and remember how much she had loved him. It wasn't all out of habit, it wasn't all because she thought it worked best for their circle of friends to keep it that way. She had loved him and it was for nothing.
❝I'm not mad. Actually that's a fucking lie. I am. At least I was a pretty distraction for something with more substance, right?❞
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//OMG sonofthegoblin gave me the worst idea ever!
I blame you for this
But just. Venom injected into Harry was from a female spider and he can get pregnant...
Blame that mun for this! Because this sounds like the greatest idea ever!
I'm just adsksadhkasdhaskashsaaskaskj right now.
{sonofthegoblin}
The drug business was one of the few nasty businesses that many people tended to avoid at all possible costs. Unfortunately Eiden didn’t really have a choice in that matter due to the fact that both his parents and siblings were involved in it thus he was pulled into the ‘family business’ straight after his grandmother Irina died. Beforehand he was like any other kid, now, now he was what could be considered ‘fucked up’. No one really knew much about the Nikolayev family since they had a tendency to keep to themselves. They dealt with and trusted only certain people - they could never be too careful with the police kicking around. One drug, one that Eiden only took, had already been pulled off the market and it hadn’t even reached it to begin with. Police and their bugs, spoiling everything at any given time without warning. Currently at the moment, Eiden hadn’t been forced in going out to sell any drugs. Apparently from what his parents told him, they were waiting for their next batch to be delivered since they were running low. At the moment there was many nine or ten bags left of cocaine, everything else had been sold. It wasn’t all that often that Eiden got to ‘relax’ and by relax it meant being indoors worrying about whether or not he was going to get screamed or shouted at. Heck his father might even through in a beating if he felt like it. His parents were unpredictable at the best of times. Sitting up, it took him a few seconds to realise that the blood that was dripping onto his t-shirt was due to a nosebleed, something that he had, over time, gotten used to. With the new drug that was in his system, he had to constantly rely on it, not only to keep his powers up and running but also due to being able to deteriorate his insides quicker than any other drug that he had taken. According to HK792’s creators, the drug was made to apparently help ‘restore’ some internal organs that were damaged. Evidently, it was like they were trying to create something that would make life longer rather than it being cut down due to drugs, alcohol or even illnesses. Eiden couldn’t confirm this. The only effects he noticed that were different were receiving his powers that he constantly kept hidden.
As he began heading down to the back room to get started on creating HK792, the muffled conversation coming from the living room caught his attention for a couple of moments, it signalled that there was a customer in. He recognised his parents voices, but not the third voice. It was not unusual for customers to visit the house to get their next high.
"Stop what?" He pulled out of her grasp. "I’m just breathing, baby. Only breathing. And talking. Do you want me to shut up and choke? Is that it?" He would, for her, but it would only upset her for him to say so. So instead he crossed his arms, huffing like a petulant child, and continued to avoid her eyes. "I’m not doing anything," he mumbled.
❝You're not talking, you're being a fucking asshole.❞ MJ exhaled, it was too sharp - too counter-productive. She kept her eyes trained on him, her jaw clenching for a moment. ❝This is why I don't get attached, you know. This is why I never should've ❞ she paused, rolling her lips together. ❝I need you to just give me a reason to trust you.❞
"It's your choice, now you have to live with it."
"It is my choice, Harry," Norman sneered at the young man in front of him. "And never have I apologized for one that I've made,"
» Harry Osborn Ravencroft was never a place the young child wanted to be in. The place just seemed like a horror show with the broken patients and torture that happened within the walls. Young Harry hated that his elder self ended up here, but it wasn’t as if the child had a choice in leaving. The child was attached to the twenty-year-old whether he liked it or not and unfortunately that meant he was also attached to the Goblin. The child had found out that the Goblin wasn’t all that bad considering he had been taking the brunt of the torture that they had been going through. Although the Goblin took the torture, it didn’t mean to say that the two Harry’s didn’t feel the pain. The thought of being stuck in this place scared the child more than Norman and that was an accomplishment in itself. He felt safe around his elder self and the Goblin but when it came to the staff of Ravencroft, calming the child was a job all on it’s own. Both Harry’s had suffered through enough pain to last them a lifetime and now they had to go through more. It hurt the child to know that everyone they knew was just abandoning them - their father, Peter Parker. They had been in Ravencroft for months and no one from the outside had come to visit. The young child still had some form of hope in getting out of the asylum but he was unsure to whether or not his elder self did. During their time in the asylum, doctors had diagnosed the elder Harry with either Dissociative Identity Disorder or Schizophrenia considering that he was talking and seeing two people that others couldn’t - the Goblin and his young self. The child had been dormant within Harry’s mind for years, just watching their lives spiralling out of control. From abandonment to abandonment, it just didn’t seen to get any better. The child on the other hand was determined not to leave his elder self alone. “Harry, are we going to be okay?” The child hadn’t spoken to his elder self in quite a while considering the Goblin had been out taking the brunt of everything that was flung at them. Young Harry was concerned about his elder self as with everything that was going on, he honestly wondered if his elder self was still functioning as normally as he possible could.
