— 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˗

/Oof/.

“Gwen /Stacy/.” He doesn’t think he’s seen GWEN STACY. 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.

*

That’s him!

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

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

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.”

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

— What nameless nightmare have I awakened to now? ❞ bruce banner. hulk. marvel. written by #ᴄᴏsᴍᴏs ˎˊ˗

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

😦

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.

His best friend and his—

His girlfriend and his—

😦

His girlfriend and his—

His. Work friend.