— 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˗

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Flips through her book flippantly, before placing a finger between pages forty-six and forty-seven, a soft ‘ahah’ escaping her lips.

“Hi, good-lookin’.” Winks at @spiderstacys.

The best kind of -ception there is!

“You’re okay, I guess.”

“I could always give you a better one.” Just have to beg for it a little.

Hand it over. She’ll try to fix it.

She knows. She’s hoping he’ll crack eventually. “And when might that be?”

Sighing, she shakes her head. Resting her chin on his shoulder, gazing sadly at his bloody paper, she mutters, “Go to sleep, Pete. I’ll reprint it for you. When was the last time you slept?”

Blinks. Okay then, she didn’t expect that. At all. Suddenly averts her gaze, not wanting him to see her blush. “Just like that, huh?” Softens. “Thank you, Harry.”

Rubbing her cheeks furiously, as if that’ll work, she slowly glances back at Harry, her lips pressed together as a sorry attempt to hide a smile. “I think now you’re just pushing the feeling out of me.”