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spider-stark · 8 months

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HARRY OSBORN X READER

Summary - Harry gets into a fight and emotions start to unfold.

Warnings - 18+, angst, lil fluff, smut, blood, unprotected sex

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HE KEPT his head low as he weaved through the bustling crowd, ignoring the low gasps that slipped from the lips of those who somehow managed to catch a glimpse of his face.

None of them knew what happened, not yet at least, but he figured it wouldn’t be long before it spread around. There had been at least a dozen people out on the balcony when it all started, and given his social status it wasn’t exactly presumptuous to assume that most of them had likely recorded the encounter.

It wouldn’t surprise him in the slightest if he woke up tomorrow with a bunch of angry voicemails from his publicist, likely accompanied by screenshots of people making fun of him on Instagram for getting his ass handed to him by some random no name guy.

But it hadn’t been some random no name.

Not to Harry, at least.

He hadn’t been aware that he was holding his breath until he finally reached the private salvation of his bedroom, his needy lungs leaving him gasping for air as he crossed the threshold, roughly swinging the door shut behind him.

It shouldn’t have surprised him when it refused to close, and it certainly shouldn’t have surprised him when he turned to see your hand pressed flat against the pine, holding it open.

But it did.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Osborn?”

Harry figured the use of his last name wasn’t a good sign and it left a particularly sour taste in his mouth (though perhaps that was just the blood he was tasting). He hadn’t realized how accustomed he had become to the cute little pet names you used for him until now, or just how much the absence of them would affect him.

Of course he didn’t let that show though. Instead, he grumbled out a rough, “Stop following me,” before continuing to trudge towards the private bathroom.

But you had grown familiar with his evasive behavior, gotten used to his lack of vulnerability, and you rarely ever let him achieve the goal that stood behind his aloof persona; to drive you away.

So you marched right behind him, mimicking his past action by pushing the door shut as you moved. This time it met no resistance, immediately clicking shut.

There was no one else coming to check on him.

“Do you have any clue how stupid that was?”

You felt like you could barely breathe as your heart rammed against your ribcage, the sound of blood rushing loudly thrumming in your ears and making it difficult to focus. Your reaction wasn’t fueled by anger, though, rather an innate fear that consumed you as soon as Peter’s fist first collided with Harry’s face.

“Apologies, darling, but I’m already gonna get an earful from the board tomorrow about how this will affect my image as CEO, alright?” He pressed his palms against the cool marble countertop and spat into the sink. You watched as the blood-tinged spit crept towards the drain as he added on, “So, please, spare me the lecture.”

The polite phrase was laced with contempt, effectively removing any trace of its inborn goodwill. But that wasn’t what had caught your attention.

A dry chuckle ripped through you, and if he had bothered to lift his head up then he would’ve seen your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Do you really think I give a shit about your image?”

Your jaw remained slack as disbelief washed over you, leaving your head shaking. Harry Osborn was one of the most intelligent men you’d ever met, yet it never failed to amaze you just how dense he could be.

Harry’s shoulders sank a little, failing to go unnoticed by you. His lip curled, a pang of nausea coming over him. He couldn’t tell if it was caused by his injuries or from the unfamiliarity of sharing even a shred of his emotions, his voice breaking slightly as he said, “What else is there?”

“Your face?!” You cried out without hesitation. It didn’t bother you that Harry still assumed you had any regard for his status, you expected that much. But it did bother you that he didn’t think there was anything else about himself worth caring about.

Still, even your well-intentioned statement sent another wave of panic rippling throughout him, his fingers gripping the marble even harder now.

You hadn’t meant it in a shallow sort of way, even he knew that much, but it frightened him anyway. Harry already felt like he was losing his grip on everything that made him important—that made him worthy of love.

He was losing his grip on all of it; his money, his status, his career. But now he found himself staring down at the scaly patch of skin accompanying his now-bruising knuckles, beginning to realize that as his disease progressed he would be losing something else too.

What would be left of him? It was an ignorant thought, one that he knew had been fueled by his fight with Peter, but he couldn’t help but wonder anyways. What would be left for you to love when once he could no longer rely on his riches, his rank, or his allure? He knew that you weren’t shallow enough to actually care about those things, yet it still made him feel sick to his stomach.

That’s all he had ever been to anyone. A symbol, a prize, an image. He had never really felt like a person before, at least not one that people cared about. After all, no one had ever treated him like one—not his friends at boarding school, not the women who chased him, not even his own father.

Sometimes he worried that maybe there had been a reason for it. Maybe they had taken the time to peer beneath the surface, only to discover that they didn’t like what they saw. Maybe, just maybe, there truly wasn’t anything good about him aside from what he could offer others.

You almost seemed to read his mind, your demeanor softening as you watched him lean further into the counter, his mind reeling as he absently stared at the drops of blood dripping from his nose spattering into the sink.

“You know what Peter said isn’t true, right?" You took a half-step towards him, slowly closing the few feet that stood between you. You kept your voice low and soft, careful not to sound patronizing.

Harry only scoffed, moving his hand from the counter to his face. He didn’t want you to see it, whatever traces of the fist fight had been left. He hadn’t even seen it himself yet, refusing to look into the mirror.

“I’m serious, Harr.” You cooed, now close enough to place a hand against his back. He stiffened at the touch—comfort still something that was entirely foreign to him, but the pet name still soothed some of the ache in his chest. “He was just pissed, okay? So he took a few cheap shots cause he knew they’d hurt you. But that doesn’t make them true.”

They were the truth though, weren’t they?

Peter wasn’t the first one to call him out. There had been a long line of women and men alike that had spewed the same insults at him, making note of his arrogant persona and the silver spoon that hung from his lips.

But he had been the first one that had been close enough to Harry to know what insecurities to prey on in order to cut him deep. He knew about Harry’s fear of failure, the loneliness that ate at him, the crippling self-loathing that never went away.

More than that, he knew just how terrified Harry was of you seeing him the way he saw himself. And Peter knew that in an entirely selfish and fucked up way, Harry was scared absolutely shitless that you would realize that you deserved so much better than him—that you deserved someone like Peter.

“Harry-” Your hand drifted from his back to his shoulder, gently grabbing it and intending to turn him towards you, to force him to look at you.

But he refused to move. His entire attitude turned on a dime, posture straightening, though his head remained low and turned opposite of you, interrupting you with a tone sharp enough that could cut glass. “This isn’t working out.”

Your eyes widened as his words registered with you, but you didn’t move aside from that, willing your body not to react. He didn’t really mean it, although that didn’t make it any easier to hear. You knew that he was spiraling, and any attempt to disagree with him would just add fuel to an already growing fire.

So you didn’t disagree with him. Instead you crossed your arms firmly over your chest and gave a curt nod, smacking your lips as you said, “Okay.”

Harry wasn’t sure if he had expected that response from you, but he did expect you to leave. He couldn’t quite imagine the hurt that would come with watching you walk out the door, though he knew it would likely be insurmountable. There was also a hint of satisfaction, though, as he recognized that you too would leave him.

Everyone left eventually, he figured, and so maybe it was best to just get it out of the way now. Maybe it was best that he stopped wasting your time, that he didn’t force you to sit around and squander your life away on a dying man.

But you didn’t leave, shocking him as you dropped to your knees beside him, beginning to rummage through a cabinet for the first aid kit you knew was hiding somewhere within it.

When you once again rose to your feet, first aid kit in hand, you grabbed a clean cloth from the linen closet before once again coming to stand directly beside him. You didn’t have to try and forcibly move him this time, finding no need in urging him to look at you for the first time since this conversation had started.

He did it on his own, forgetting about his desire to shield the evidence of the fight from you as he was overwhelmed with a mixture of both confusion and relief.

You weren’t leaving, you hadn’t turned to walk out the door, you weren’t going to do something stupid like chase after Peter—though Harry wondered if it was really all that stupid, as he doubted that Peter would ever act in such a self-sabotaging way. You were just standing there, running warm water onto the cloth with a bit of soap.

Why didn’t you leave?

You frowned as you turned the tap off, turning to look at him and cocking your head to the side. “Guess he’s not puny Parker anymore,” you hummed sarcastically, hoping to use humor to avoid having a more dramatic reaction.

The nickname certainly didn’t fit anymore, as Peter had clearly developed a hell of a right hook sometime after puberty. Blood still oozed from Harry’s nose, and a bit from his busted lip as well, but it was thicker now than before, finally starting to slow down.

Lightly pressing the cloth to his upper lip you began to slowly clean him up, careful not to apply too much pressure. He was gonna bruise, that much was obvious, and you knew that he had been right before. The board would give him hell for this.

“So what was it?” You asked as plainly as possible.

Harry squinted at you. “What are you talking about?”

“You threw the first punch.” You clarified. He flinched when you started to dab around his split lip, and so you tried to make your touch lighter. “So what was it that pushed you over the edge?”

He hesitated, sucking in a breath before mumbling something incoherent. Frowning, you lightly nudged against his leg with your foot. “Gotta be a little louder than that.” You teased him.

For a moment you could’ve sworn you saw his mouth twitch into a slight smile, his eyes rolling slightly. It made you smile, too.

“You know how Peter is,” Harry eventually spoke after another long pause, finally sounding a bit more like himself in spite of the animosity he held towards Pete. “he’s never known when to shut his mouth.”

It was more than he had spoken this whole time, but he still knew from the expectant way you were staring at him that it hadn’t quite been enough to satisfy you. He was holding back and you both knew it.

He sighed. “He was talking about you. Apparently Parker’s incapable of letting go of what could’ve been.”

You couldn’t help but grin at the way he sneered, although you knew it was probably wrong to indulge in him making fun of your friend. To be fair, Peter deserved it sometimes, tonight being a prime example of that.

There might’ve been a time in which you would’ve jumped at the opportunity to be with Peter, but that ship had long since sailed, whether Peter liked it or not. If anything, you were thankful that things hadn’t worked out between the two of you, because now you couldn’t imagine a world in which you were with anyone other than Harry.

“Pete’s always been a bit delusional.” You tried to suppress your laugh, still focused on cleaning Harry up. Somewhat satisfied with the amount of blood you’d cleaned from his pale skin, you sat the cloth down on the counter and reached for the first aid kid.

Another brief moment of silence settled over you both as Harry battled with himself again, debating letting another moment of vulnerability slip out. You didn’t dare say anything, allowing him time to process his thoughts as you grabbed a stack of gauze from the kit.

His tongue carefully traced over his bottom lip, his face screwing up as the subtle movement agitated the wound on it, the taste of copper overwhelming his senses. “Is he?”

Those two little words were all he was willing to share, but they told you more than enough, guiding you towards the type of comfort he needed right now.

You nodded, folding a piece of gauze over onto itself, your gaze fixating on the shiny spot of red dripping from his lip. You pressed the gauze against it, applying some pressure. “I think so.” You told him. “I couldn’t imagine being with someone like Peter.”

Harry’s brows snapped together at the claim, clearly unwilling to believe it. “Oh, you mean someone kind and caring and who literally has an IQ of two-fucking-fifty?”

It was your turn to react, donning a much more lighthearted expression than his as you struggled to contain your amusement at the sight of his cerulean eyes growing so wide. “Do you want to date Peter, Har?”

He practically growled at your joke, and admittedly the sound affected you far more than it should’ve. Your cheeks developed a slight red-tinge, trying to regain your focus on his wounds as you moved to replace the gauze you were holding.

“No,” he spoke roughly, “I’m just trying to say that he’s exactly the type of guy you should want to be with.”

Your nose wrinkled, making it clear that you disagreed with his statement. You halted your previous movements, leaving the gauze where it laid on the counter and offering your hand to him. He only stared at it. “Come sit down with me.” you urged, moving it a little closer to his. When he didn’t move again, you tacked on a desperate, “Please.”

Harry had never been good at denying you when you used that voice with him, his heart and brain simultaneously turning to mush whenever you’d flash your best puppy dog eyes.

So he obliged, careful to give you his left hand instead of his right. The one that hadn’t been affected by his disease just yet.

You led him out of the bathroom and back to his bedroom, stopping only when you reached the king sized bed that laid in the middle of the room, making him sit down on it beside you before you were willing to pick your conversation back up.

“Do you really think Peter is the type of guy I should be with?”

It pained you to even consider that Harry truly thought such a thing. For it to be a thought fueled by insecurity would be one thing, but for it to be a God’s honest belief of his would be something else entirely.

He didn’t answer you, only focusing his attention on your hand as it remained wrapped around his. You knew the answer, though, even if you wished you didn’t.

“Okay,” you breathed out, “then let’s talk about a world where I’m with Peter instead of you, okay?”

Harry scowled. “I’d rather not.”

“Too bad.” You shot back, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “You’re right,” you admitted despite knowing the statement would make him squirm uncomfortably beside you, “Peter is all of those things you mentioned.”

“Great.” Harry grumbled through his teeth, cursing when you then elbowed him in the side for interrupting you.

“But Peter has faults too, Harr. Big ones.” You breathed out a weak laugh. Slowly you tried to piece together your thoughts, carefully choosing your words so they couldn’t be misconstrued by his trauma-ridden mind.

“I don’t like the way Peter makes me feel.” Your tone was cautious, sounding out each syllable with great care.

Harry didn’t bother to look up at you, fixating on the sight of your fingers interlaced with his, but you knew he was listening. He always listened to you.

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s my friend and I care about him. But… he treats me like I’m fragile. Like I’m something he needs to save.” You shifted slightly, suddenly feeling a little exposed. But you didn’t let yourself stop, not yet. “I never feel like a person with Peter. Not really, at least.” Harry’s breath caught in his throat. He knew what that was like, though he’s never shared it with you before. “He doesn’t actually see me.”

The admission hung in the air between you for a moment before Harry replied, his voice wavering as he said, “Do I?” You furrowed your brows at him and so he clarified, “Do I make you feel… I don’t know, seen or whatever…”

It was odd to hear Harry speak in such a casual manner, to see the ways in which he tried to come across as dismissive while still working on bearing his emotions to you. You put a great deal of effort into not smiling at it, not wanting your innocent amusement to create any additional insecurity for him.

“Always.” You answered swiftly, lovingly brushing your thumb against the back of his hand. “That’s why I’m with you, Harry.”

His eyes grew glossy, his head immediately dipping down as the tears threatened to spillover. Emotions had always felt like a weakness to him.

But you had grown tired of letting him hide himself away from you tonight. You pried your hand from his, crawling over so you were no longer sitting beside him, your knees pressed into the mattress as your legs settled on either side of him as you sat in his lap.

Tender hands reached to cup his cheeks, collecting the tears that had gathered on them as you gently forced him to look at you once again. At first he tried to fight it, but he soon realized there was no use. He let himself succumb to the comforting nature of your touch, instinctively nuzzling into your hand.

“I’m with you because I love you, Harr.” You hadn’t said those words before, and you refused to look away as you repeated yourself, “I love you. Not your money or Oscorp or anything other than you, okay?” He blinked, more tears escaping as he did, but he didn’t respond. So you repeated yourself again, needing to hear his confirmation, to know that he understood. “You know that, don’t you?”

He truly wanted to believe you, to have absolutely no doubts. But the dark thoughts crept in, filling every corner of his mind. The words of his friends, of past lovers, of his father.

His lip trembled. “But there’s nothing to love.’

You cringed as you felt the weight of that word—love. You’d dreamt of hearing him say it, and you knew that he felt it for you, but you had never imagined it sounding like that.

He said it like it was contaminated, like it was something to fear.

It broke your heart and stunned you at the same time, your mouth left agape as you fell speechless. You weren’t certain of what to say, of what to do to soothe him. You’d always known that Harry had been broken by his past, but this was perhaps the first time that you’d realized how extensive the damage truly was.

His name escaped your mouth, the only thought crossing your mind as you threw your arms around his neck and collapsed against him, nearly sending him tumbling back onto the mattress at the sudden weight. But he braced himself, his own hands moving to your back as he leaned forwards, instinctively balancing out your actions and keeping you both upright.

“There’s so much, Harr.” Your lips were pressed against his ear as you whispered, so desperate for him to hear you. The ache in your own chest grew stronger at the thought of him ever doubting your feelings for him, even for a second. “There are so many things to love about you!”

His body was unmoving against yours as you squeezed him even tighter, turning the tables and fighting against your own emotions now. You held in a sob, wanting your words to be as clear as possible, “You deserve love, Harry Osborn.”

And, for the first time, something inside of him snapped into place. He hadn’t forced you to be here. He hadn’t even asked you to waste your life on a dying man. If anything, he had pushed you away. He had practically begged you to leave on more than one occasion.

But you never did.

You wanted to be here. Not because of what you might gain from him or for what he could offer, but simply because you cared for him. You wanted to take care of him, to clean his wounds and call him out on his bullshit.

He bit his cheek hard enough to draw blood and you gasped as he suddenly mimicked your actions, his arms tightening around you as he buried his face against your neck.

“I love you, y/n.”

The word didn’t sound as harsh this time, as if he had begun to untangle the fear that had others have woven around it. It was light. Genuine.

“I’m bad at showing it—trust me, I know—but I really, really do.”

He let his walls down, forcing himself to swallow his pride right alongside his anxiety. He knew that he didn’t need to put on an act with you, that he didn’t need to cherry pick his words to ensure they wouldn’t be twisted in some malicious way.

With you, he didn’t need to be an Osborn, cruel and calculated.

He could just be Harry.

“I don’t understand it,” he admitted,”but it’s just–I don’t know, I just look at you and I love you so much. I see you and I know that there is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you, absolutely nothing. And you’re just so…” a particularly hard laugh vibrated against your skin, “crazy. Crazy to ever give a shit about someone like me.”

You laughed too. “And you’re an idiot,” you leaned back slightly, sliding a palm in between your bodies to try and push him back a touch, wanting to look at him, “for ever thinking that I’d give a shit about anyone else.’

And as soon as the sentence had left your lips, your eyes drifted to his and seeing the way they gleamed with a glorious mix of both love and lust, it was over.

Your lips collided with his, so fast that it was impossible to tell which of you had started to lean in first. There wasn’t much about it that was gentle, though, despite the innocent admissions that had led to this moment.

With your palms still pressed to his chest you shoved him back against the mattress, feeling it dip beneath your combined weight. Your lips never parted as you laid against him, the two of you locked into an endless hungry kiss that melded into another and another.

One of his hands slides from your waist to your stomach, fingertips delicately tracing your skin, and you felt as if you were on fire everywhere he touched. A soft moan slipped from your mouth and into his, only serving to encourage him further as he started to toy with the button on your jeans.

Your head was spinning by the time he finally pulled away from you, already leaving a wet trail of kisses against your jawline as you gasped for a breath. There was a faint taste of blood in your mouth, a sign that you’d agitated the wound on his lip, but neither of you cared.

It was all you could do to focus on his movements, edging towards your neck, his teeth lightly grazing against your pulse and eliciting a lewd whine. You felt him smirk against your skin at the sound, a firm hand pressing into your waist as he jutted his hips against yours, the friction making him groan before he nipped at your skin again.

“I love you,” he breathed out against your collar bone, his tongue delicately tracing against the sensitive spot, “so much.”

Your own breathing was uneven, entirely uncontrolled as you’d already turned into a writhing mess of moans, your only coherent thoughts fueled by your desire to feel him.

You pulled away from his assault on your throat, and you nearly melted when he looked up at you; darkened eyes pooling with desire, his lips gleaming with a mix of both of your saliva and a bit of blood.

As your gaze drifted south you realized that one thing was clear: he needed to be wearing far less clothing.

There was no hesitation in tugging at the hem of his shirt, urging him to help you remove it. Harry had already unbuttoned your pants, unzipped them, too, and so you quickly shimmied out of them and tossed your own shirt to the side as he worked on his own pants.

You moved to sit on top of him again but he stopped you, changing positions and forcing you to lay back against the mattress, hovering over you. He looked down at your body, admiring it, his index finger tracing along the curve of your waist, your back arching slightly as he moved towards your thigh.

“Needy,” he chastised with a low chuckle, but didn’t hesitate as he began to shift himself lower on the bed, clearly intending on first using his mouth to get you off. You stopped him, though, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

He paused, following your gaze as it settled just below his waist. You licked your lips, voice low as you barely managed to get out, “Please.”

Foreplay felt unnecessary right now, maybe even a touch cruel. You didn’t wanna waste time on it, desperate to have him closer.

Luckily, Harry was never one to deny you what you wanted, already guiding himself towards your entrance, his swollen tip pressing against you before—

There was a fucking knock on the door.

Your head jolted up from the mattress, both of your necks snapping in the direction of the sound, Harry’s dick still in his hand as you both froze.

“Hey Harry,” you nearly groaned, letting your head fall back against the mattress as you heard Peter’s muffled voice through the door. “I just figured we should talk, alright? I wanted to check on you. And apologize, ya know?”

You looked at Harry, his gaze meeting yours. It took every ounce of willpower you had to keep your hips still, your body desperately wanting to grind against him. “Tell him to leave!” You hissed, trying to stay quiet.

Peter knocked again. “Harry?”

You expected Harry to say something dismissive towards Peter, watching as his mouth fell open to speak. But no sound ever came, his blue eyes suddenly twinkling with something strikingly similar to ill intent.

Then, before you’d had time to even unravel his plan he had already roughly sheathed himself fully inside of you, fingernails digging into your hips as a guttural moan fell from your lips, loud enough that Peter surely heard it.

He leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear as he said–“I think he’ll get the message.”

a/n - something quick and lazy that i wrote at school cause why not. not even sure i like it that much but the harry osborn tag needs more content so i figured i might as well post it lmao.

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fcknstar · 1 year

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hi babe! yup i do actually! i just havent really thought of any ideas, so itd be a pleasure for me to work on your imagine request! but yes, if youd like, i can think of some soon! /// I'm glad you write dark stuff... could you write about harry being a stalker, obsessive, needy, possessive and jealous of the reader? (female reader)

hihi!! thank you for the request, the ending has mentions of bj and if you dont like it you can skip that! im not entirely sure if youll like this but here you go! i might do a redo to this, not entirely sure tho.

,, our own needs "

harryosborn x reader x peterparker

a.n : when i got the request, i was quite excited. its abit challenging but it was fun to work on nonetheless! this is my very very first time writing smut btw!

warnings : possession/obsession/stalker-like-behaviour/needy/jealous harry osborn (thats a mouthful, literally) , MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! , oral sex (m receiving) , masturbation , slight peter parker x reader , lmk if i missed some.

**lowercase intended**

harry seemed like a normal ceo, one that looks strict with a constant expression on which was hardly ever readable. you, being his assistant hardly ever got to know harry. you were just carrying out your job and wanted to get it over quick. harry has 'thrown' himself onto you multiple times, but you were quick to dismiss it thinking that he was probably joking around wanting to keep things professional with him.

what you didnt know was that harry liked you, a lot. probably too much that he knows every detail in your life, what you liked, what you hated, who dated you and so on. what didnt help was the his penthouse was opposite your apartment. he basically saw everything that happened as your apartment was a level lower from his.

" f-fuck, (y/n) " harrys hips buckled into his fist. he tried his hardest to contain his moans, but the images of you changing clouded his mind edged further into his climax. it wasnt his first time masturbating at the thought of you naked, on top of him and tearing him apart or pictures of you that he took without your acknowledgement. he knew hed be damned if you were to find out about his dirty little secrets. as much as he wants to destroy you, he cant help but find himself crumble under your touch.

he didnt know whether it was his hormones changing or the way you knew how to get him weak on his knees. what really did it for him was when you came to work in those filthy black dress that hugged your figure perfectly. the way he had to hold himself back and learn self control before he could even rip your dress apart to fuck you deep and slow, show you who you belong to. but again, it was only his imagination of you that kept him going. as much as he wanted to keep things professional between you both, he couldnt help but imagine the drama and mess that could happen if you found him moaning your name while touching his needy self or worse, someone walking into the whimpering mess you are while harrys in you.

while harry felt a knot deep in his stomach, he saw a cctv camera from his desk, you and someone walking towards the entrance of his office. cursing under his breathe, he had to quickly clean and zip himself up knowing how embarrassed he would be if you and someone foreign were to see him fucking his fist. he felt deeply uncomfortable not being able to release such pain and pleasure he was currently feeling. and there you walked in, with peter parker. right, he was deep in thought of you that he had forgotten his appointment with peter.

" sir, peter parker. " you had missed the way his gaze faltered when you addressed him so highly. the way your voice intoxicated him that he knew he was about to cum on the spot. swallowing harshly and walking towards you and peter not realizing how wobbly he was, knocked down a vase of his desk.

" m sorry, just abit clumsy right now " harry let out a breathy laugh when he saw you walking towards him with such concern in your eyes.

" you okay? " again, it wasnt like he didnt get enough attention from everyone, but the way you showed such sweet concern towards him made him want more. when he saw you kneeling down to help clean the shattered glass, he felt his heart beat faster and vision beginning to blur out. 'so this is how she looks like..' he thought.

but once you picked up a piece of glass, harry stopped you. insisting that he was able to call a cleaner up to clear the mess. nodding, you left the two boys alone.

" bye peter " you gave a little wave towards peter. peters gaze softened, seemingly pleased that you acknowledged him. harry didnt like the way peters gaze followed you out of the door. for a man who got everything in his life, he seemed very jealous of peter. you had never seen peter in your life, and now you are all over peter? waving goodbye to him?

turning around to face harry, peter was quick to notice harrys hard look.

" my assistant, shes very.. " as harry was about to compliment every part of you, wanting to make it clear that you are his and his only, peter cuts him off.

" very beautiful. " harry merely let out a nod, feeling abit too tense. harry and peter had a long conversation about harrys new military body armor that he was going to work on.

when peter walked out of the door after talking to harry, he bumped into you.

" hi. " peter breathed out. he didnt know your name, remembering that you were only referred to as harrys assistant. the only reason why harry didnt want to mention your name was because he felt the need to protect such an angelic name, and wanted to be the only one to moan it while thinking about you.

" hi peter. " you greeted back. it felt as if peter was in a trance when he didnt say anything. laughing quietly, you went around peter to get into harrys office. but before you could even get to it, peter stopped you. you felt your whole body tense up when you felt peters hand touch your stomach. you knew how attractive peter was upon meeting him, how slim and built he was. how gentle his hand touched you. looking up at him, you quirked an eyebrow.

" your name? "

" oh, (y/n). " peter voiced your name out repeatedly in his mind. when peter placed his hand down, you were about to walk past him when he stopped you again.

" heres my number, i want to get to know you more. " it sounded more like a question than an actual statement. when he placed the crumpled paper with his number in your palm, he smiled when you didnt reject it.

" will do. " you whispered, waving him goodbye.

walking into harrys office, you notice him drinking down a shot of alcohol. it was barely five and hes already drinking.

when harry felt a presence behind him, he turned.

" oh, its you " he didnt mean to come off as rude but the images of you and peter interacting outside his office infuriated him. he was always watching you.

" uhm, yea its me? anyways, i was about to inform you that you have nothing else planned for the day. " you looked up from your tablet, making sure you got it right. harry caught on to your first sentence, he heard how hurt you were but it was probably just his imagination.

nodding in acknowledgment he walked towards you. when he was close enough, he cant help but smell the cherry scent you had on. grabbing the tablet off your hand and placing it on the nearby desk, he let his hand fondle with your arms, rubbing it slowly. harrys love eyes for you had turned to something more than that and was jealousy-drunk despite drinking. harry needed a few shots to make the alcohol take effect, so he was moderately sober.

he let his mind wild free and began holding you close to him and began swaying from side to side to the nonexistent music. being confused, you pulled away, your action angering harry.

" sir, i don't think itd be- "

" shh. all i need is you, so please " harry had barely rasped out. he didnt care about anything as his only focus was on you.

" you can tell me to stop if you dont want it, okay? " harry began to hold you, resting his right arm on your head, playing with your hair, with his other hand on your waist, thumb gently rubbing circles.

and there you were, letting your guard down. you didn't realize how much you liked harry, to blinded in the duties of work. when he felt you lean into his touch, he couldnt help but smile, planting kisses on the crown of your head.

harrys lips then moved towards your cheek, planting a peck. you didnt know what you wanted at the moment, too unsure about the consequences if you let this continue, but you were also dazed to care as the man you wanted dearly was finally giving you what you wanted.

harry then held your face with his hands. your expression was unreadable. you could tell that harry was very hesitant to kiss you. i mean, harry did say that you could ask him to stop if you didn't want any of it, but he was still unsure. helping harry understand you better, your arms snacked around his neck making his arms move to your waist, smashing your lips onto his. the moment felt so unreal, it wasnt like his imagination, it was better. as much as he wanted to fight for dominance, he moaned into your mouth when you bit his bottom lip. allowing entrance quickly he leaned you against the desk, trying to stabilize you better. he let you take control quickly and it was so out of his character because one would think that he is very dominant, but with a single touch he was soon crumbling under your touch. he tried to deepen the kiss, as if you are the last thing on earth that can make him survive. as if you are the oxygen he needs. when he heard you moan when he placed his knee in between your legs, he swore he felt his whole body heat up.

pulling away to catch your breath, harry leaned towards your neck, hands gripping your hair to grant him more excess to your neck. it was as if he was a vampire and dearly needed blood. the way he sucked your neck, leaving tender kisses and bruises on it, marking you immediately. you have slept with a few people, but they didn't feel like this. you felt like you were in heaven with the way harry touched you. you have neglected your feelings way too well to not realize the way your heart yearned for harry. pushing harry of off you confused him. why did you want to stop now? noticing an office chair near you, you pushed harry down. climbing onto his lap, you began attacking his neck.

" f-fuck (y/n) " placing his hand onto your waist to try and pull your body closer to his. he cant help remind himself of his own whereabouts, his office. part of him is slightly eager to find out what were to happen if you both gets found out, but part of him wants this moment to be uninterrupted. but he couldnt contain himself when you knew how to push him over the edge. he felt you grind against his growing erection, you played with him like you knew how to please him. climbing off his lap and kneeling down in front of him, harry tried to keep eye contact. your expression questioning him for consent and without a doubt he whimpered a 'please'

without wasting time, you unzip his pants which showed you off a better outline of his dick. pulling his pants down enough, you take his erection in your hand.

" oh god, fuck " it felt even better than he imagined. his body shivered when your thumb glide over his tip, thats already sticky with precum.

" please (y/n), fucking please " harry begged to be destroyed.

" just one gentle touch and youre already a whimpering mess.. " you whispered to no one at all, but harry heard it and replied with another strangled moan. " i wonder howd you react if i put you in my mouth " you continued, he loved the way you teased him. pumping him slowly, you began placing soft kisses onto his tip.

" fuck, better than i have imagined " he saw how dark you gaze became.

" imagined? why imagine when you have the real thing in front of you? " harry felt his body go limp and the immense amount of pleasure was throwing him off the boat. with every hard and fast pump, he felt a familiar knot in his stomach that he felt earlier in the day. that was when you finally put his whole into your mouth. you couldnt lie to yourself, you were enjoying it. the guys that ever slept with you only wanted to dominate you and not vice versa. although you did enjoy it, this experience was new to you. hollowing your cheeks out and began sucking harshly, harry tried to contain himself and stop himself from cumming, which from his end was tough considering the way you toyed around with him. due to his loud moans, you stopped. pulling away, you saw needy harry was. harry felt lonely and empty without any contact with you.

" shh, if you want me to continue, you have to be a good boy and shut it "

" please i want you " untying his tie that he had on, you rolled it small enough to put into harry mouth.

going back to your previous actions, you began sucking hard and pumping what your mouth couldn't take. that was when you felt harry grip onto your hair. you enjoyed it, the hair pulling. it did turn you on, making you moan against his dick. harry, feeling the vibrations of your moan on his dick, moaned loudly into his tie. feeling his dick twitch multiple times, you released.

" cum for me sir. " was what did it for him. webs of cum began painting your mouth, and you didnt waste anytime tasting it. the sight of you on your knees, with his cum all over you made harry feel different. it was all real, he reminded himself. he finally had you, after seeing you go out on dates with multiple guys.

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Dane dehaan characters X reader ideas for me and you to write. 😊

CARL E (THE STRANGER) Carl E X psychopath! Reader

Storyline: Carl decides to do his experiment on you only to realize he was messing with a psychopath.

Carl E X murderer! Reader

Storyline: Carl sees you killing somebody and he decides to approach you.

Carl E X vampire! Reader

Storyline: you are Carl E’s girlfriend and you decide to show him your big secret.

Carl E X Singer! Reader

Storyline: Carl E goes to your concert and decides to stalk you instead of Clare.

Carl E X insane! Reader

storyline: Carl E goes to see his girlfriend at prison to talk to her.

Carl E X enchantress!Reader

storyline: he opens the jar you were trapped in and you possessed him.

Carl E X twin!Reader

storyline: when Carl E was doing his experiment on Clare he runs into his long lost twin.

Carl E X werewolf!Reader

storyline: Carl E always wondered why you told him to stay out of your room at night he figured it out when he went into your room at night for the first time and sees you as a werewolf.

CAL TRADD (THE FRONT)

• Cal Tradd X Reader

• Cal Tradd X male!Reader

• Cal Tradd X insane!Reader

• Cal Tradd X Telekinesis!Reader

• Cal Tradd X mute!Reader

• Cal Tradd X murderer!Reader

• Cal Tradd X Transgender!Reader

• Cal Tradd X girlfriend!Reader

• Cal Tradd X vampire!Reader

• Cal Tradd X ghost!Reader

• Cal Tradd X depressed!Reader

• Cal Tradd X enchantress!Reader

• Cal Tradd X killer!Reader

• Cal Tradd X yandere werewolf!Reader

ZACH ORFMAN (LIFE AFTER BETH)

• Zach orfman X zombie!Reader

• Zach orfman X vampire!Reader

• Zach orfman X enchantress!Readee

• Zach orfman X male!Reader

• Zach orfman X female!Reader

• Zach orfman X lesbian!Reader

• Zach orfman X Transgender!Reader

• Zach orfman X Depressed!Reader

• Zach orfman X werewolf!Reader

• Zach orfman X Dimitrescu!Reader

• Zach orfman X meleficent!Reader

• Zach orfman X male!Reader

• Zach orfman X Russian!Reader

• Zach orfman X yandere!Reader

• Zach orfman X aqua witch ( Scarlet witch but lite blue, not red )

ANDREW DETMER (CHRONICLE)

• Andrew Detmer X male!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X sunset witch!Reader ( scarlet witch but orange and pink not Red )

• Andrew Detmer X cryokinesis!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X electrokinesis!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X pyrokinesis!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X succubus!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X vampire!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X enchantress!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X chlorokinesis!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X maleficent!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X transgender!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X Russian!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X Multi witch!Reader ( scarlet witch but Rainbow colors not red )

• Andrew Detmer X werewolf!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X goth!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X yandere!Reader

• Andrew Detmer X opaque witch!Reader ( scarlet witch but teal/turquoise )

• Andrew Detmer X cosmic witch!Reader ( scarlet witch but galaxy color not red )

• Andrew Detmer X Lunar witch!Reader ( Scarlet witch but colorful moonlight colors, not red )

• Andrew Detmer X frost witch!Reader ( scarlet witch but white color not red )

VALERIAN (VALERIAN AND THE CITY OF A THOUSAND PLANETS)

• Valerian X glamopod!Reader

• Valerian X Vampire!Reader

• Valerian X zombie!Reader

• Valerian X pearl!Reader

• Valerian X male!Reader

• Valerian X werewolf!Reader

• Valerian X maleficent!Reader

• Valerian X mermaid!Reader

• Valerian X twin!Reader

•Valerian X transgender!Reader

• Valerian X telekinesis!Reader

• Valerian X sapphire witch!Reader (scarlet witch but blue not red)

• Valerian X half snake!Reader

• Valerian X Succubus!Reader

• Valerian X enchantress!Reader

• Valerian X flirty!Reader

• Valerian X tall!Reader

• Valerian X goth mother!Reader

• Valerian X yandere!Reader

LUCIEN CARR (KILL YOUR DARLINGS)

• Lucian Carr X emotionless!Reader

• Lucian Carr X mute!Reader

• Lucien Carr X goth vampire!Reader

• Lucien Carr X twin!Reader

• Lucien Carr X sister!Reader

• Lucien Carr X mermaid!Reader

• Lucien Carr X siren!Reader

• Lucien Carr X enchantress!Reader

• Lucien Carr X heartless!Reader

• Lucien Carr X Famous!Reader

• Lucien Carr X male!Reader

•Lucien Carr X Famous poet!Reader

• Lucien Carr X singer!Reader

• Lucien Carr X black!Reader

• Lucien Carr X yandere!Reader

• Lucien Carr X Rose witch!Reader ( Scarlet witch but pink not red )

HARRY OSBORN (THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2)

• Harry Osborn X catwomen!Reader

• Harry Osborn X enchantress!Reader

• Harry Osborn X spiderwomen!Reader

• Harry Osborn X twin!Reader

• Harry Osborn X Darkness witch ( scarlet witch but black, not Red )

• Harry Osborn X yandere zombie!Reader

• Harry Osborn X singer!Reader

• Harry Osborn X scarlet witch!Reader

• Harry Osborn X vampire!Reader

• Harry Osborn X female green goblin!Reader

• Harry Osborn X werewolf!Reader

• Harry Osborn X mute!Reader

• Harry Osborn X rosurquoise witch!Reader ( scarlet witch but pink and teal not red )

• Harry Osborn X male!Reader

• Harry Osborn X emotionless!Reader

• Harry Osborn X Amethyst witch!Reader (Scarlet witch but purple not red)

• Harry Osborn X golden witch!Reader ( scarlet witch but golden not red )

• Harry Osborn X opaqueemerald witch!Reader ( scarlet witch but teal and purple not red )

CHRIS LYNWOOD (ZERO ZERO ZERO)

• Chris Lynwood X punk vampire!Reader

• Chris Lynwood X lesbian!Reader

• Chris Lynwood X twin!Reader

• Chris Lynwood X sister!Reader

• Chris Lynwood X black!Reader

• Chris Lynwood X siren!Reader

• Chris Lynwood X male!Reader

• Chris Lynwood X ghost!Reader

• Chris Lynwood X badass!Reader

• Chris Lynwood X mermaid!Reader

• Chris Lynwood X werewolf!Reader

LOCKHART (A CURE FOR WELLNESS)

• Lockhart X vampire!Reader

• Lockhart X immortal!Readee

• Lockhart X insane!Reader

• Lockhart X male!Reader

• Lockhart X shapeshifter!Reader

• Lockhart X psychopath!Reader

• Lockhart X emotionless!Reader

• Lockhart X heartless!Reader

• Lockhart X ghost!Reader

• Lockhart X succubus!Reader

• Lockhart X werewolf!Reader

• Lockhart X Wednesday!Reader

CHRIS MORGAN (DEVIL’S KNOT)

• Chris Morgan X succubus!Reader

• Chris Morgan X demon!Reader

• Chris Morgan X goth!Reader

• Chris Morgan X female!Reader

• Chris Morgan X male!Reader

• Chris Morgan X twin!Reader

• Chris Morgan X vampire!Reader

• Chris Morgan X brother!Reader

• Chris Morgan X sister!Reader

• Chris Morgan X depressed!Reader

JESSE D’AMATO (IN TREATMENT)

•Jesse D’Amato X emotionless!Reader

•Jesse D’Amato X bisexual!Reader

•Jesse D’Amato X male!Reader

•Jesse D’Amato X depressed!Reader

•Jesse D’Amato X Lesbain!Reader

•Jesse D’Amato X transgender!Reader

•Jesse D’Amato X unhinged!Reader

•Jesse D’Amato X twin!Reader

•Jesse D’Amato X sick!Reader

•Jessie D’Amato X singer!Reader

TRIP (MATALLiCA: THROUGH THE NEVER)

•Trip X metalhead vampire!Reader

•Trip X Metalhead zombie!Reader

•Trip X male!Reader

•Trip X twin!Reader

•Trip X mute!Reader

•Trip X emotionless!Reader

•Trip X lesbain!Reader

•Trip X flirty!Reader

•Trip X singer!Reader

•Trip X stripper!Reader

•Trip X feral werewolf!Reader

•Trip X solar witch!Reader (Scarlet witch but yellow not red)

•Trip X tealmethyst witch!Reader ( scarlet witch but teal and purple not red )

BILLY THE KID (THE KID)

• Billy the kid X zombie!Reader

• Billy the kid X feral vampire!Reader

• Billy the kid X transgender!Reader

• Billy the kid X brother!Reader

• Billy the kid X twin!Reader

• Billy the kid X sister!Reader

• Billy the kid X flirty!Reader

• Billy the kid X bisexual!Reader

• Billy the kid X mother!Reader

• Billy the kid X insane!Reader

• Billy the kid X feral werewolf!Reader

• Billy the kid X meleficent!Reader

• Billy the kid X witch!Reader

• Billy the kid X demon!Reader

• Billy the kid X Amber witch!Reader ( Scarlet witch but orange not red)

TIMBO (TRUE BLOOD)

• Timbo X vampire!Reader

• Timbo X transgender!Reader

• Timbo X twin!Reader

• Timbo X female!Reader

• Timbo X male!Reader

• Timbo X succubus!Reader

• Timbo X goth!Reader

• Timbo X sister!Reader

• Timbo X siren!Reader

• Timbo X mermaid!Reader

• Timbo X werewolf!Reader

CRICKET PETE (LAWLESS)

• cricket pete X vampire!Reader

• cricket pete X female!Reader

• cricket pete X male!Reader

• cricket pete X mermaid!Reader

• cricket pete X twin!Reader

• cricket pete sister!Reader

• cricket Pete X brother!Reader

• cricket pete X siren!Reader

• cricket pete X Transgender!Reader

• cricket pete X werewolf!Reader

• cricket pete X meleficent!Reader

JASON GLANTON ( THE PLACE BEYOND THE PINES)

• Jason Glanton X vampire!Reader

• Jason Glanton X zombie!Reader

• Jason Glanton X transgender!Reader

• Jason Glanton X twin!Reader

• Jason Glanton X sister!Reader

• Jason Glanton X brother!Reader

• Jason Glanton X mute!Reader

• Jason Glanton X emotionless!Reader

• Jason Glanton X goth!Reader

• Jason Glanton X heartless serial killer!Reader

• Jason Glanton X werewolf!Reader

• Jason Glanton X Emerald witch!Reader (scarlet witch but green not red)

CLAYTON PETERSON (THE STAIRCASE)

• Clayton Peterson X transgender

• Clayton Peterson X mute!Reader

• Clayton Peterson X twin!Reader

• Clayton Peterson X male!Reader

• Clayton Peterson X bisexual!Reader

• Clayton Peterson X child!Reader

• Clayton Peterson X emotionless!Reader

• Clayton Peterson X gothic!Reader

• Clayton Peterson X lesbian!Reader

• Clayton Peterson X blind!Reader

• Clayton Peterson X sister!Reader

• Clayton Peterson X brother!Reader

• Clayton Peterson X little sister!Reader

JAN VAN LOOS (TULIP FEVER)

• Jan van Loos X artist!Reader

• Jan van Loos X transgender!Reader

• Jan van Loos X twin!Reader

• Jan van Loos X goth!Reader

• Jan van Loos X famous artist!Reader

• Jan van Loos X sister!Reader

• Jan van Loos X teenage!Reader

• Jan van Loos X brother!Reader

• Jan van Loos X vampire!Reader

• Jan van Loos X Telekinesis!Reader

• Jan van Loos X Famous writer!Reader

• Jan van loos x mute!Reader

JAMES DEAN (LIFE)

James Dean X werewolf!Reader

James Dean X twin!Reader

James Dean X mute!Reader

James Dean X Emotionless!Reader

James Dean X Telekinesis!Reader

James Dean X Vampire!Reader

James Dean X blind!Reader

James Dean X ill!Reader

James Dean X mean!Reader

James Dean X depressed!Reader

James Dean X sister!Reader

James Dean X brother!Reader

James Dean X gothic!Reader

James Dean X experiment!Reader

KENNETH NICHOLS (OPPENHEIMER)

Kenneth Nichols X blind!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X werewolf!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X witch!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X emeotionless!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X gothic!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X Depressed!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X ill!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X male!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X twin!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X badass!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X Mean!Reader

Kenneth Nichols x mute!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X Vampire!Reader

Kenneth Nichols X transgender!Reader

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A/N: I've always loved Harry but I've rewatched TASM and I've gotta write for him now to fill up his tag a bit.. and cus it's hArRy 🥰 so there are more fics for him to come!! also, am I the only one who rambles when I'm nervous? I'm gonna safely assume not lol 😅 dorky readers are cuteeee

Wordcount: 460

It was interesting, to say the least, to see how the lucky few got to live in San Fransico, all the executives and bosses and CEOs gathered together for their fancy gathering poorly disguised not to look like a place to trade business and earn even more money, though their conversations always drifted back to it.

You grabbed your things together from your desk at the end of the day at Oscorp, swinging your bag over your shoulder and brushing your hair out of your face tiredly. Everyone knew by now about Norman Osborn's death, and there were a lot of contrasting opinions about his son taking over the company at such a young age. You'd never met him properly yourself, and were pretty convinced that he wouldn't be much different from the other money-makers strutting through the building and giving you more and more work to do.

That is, of course, until you walk right into the man himself when you turn around to get to the elevator.

Your eyes widen in confusion and mild annoyance until they meet the cool, vaguely interested blue gaze of Harry Osborn, who surprisingly doesn't look at you like you're something he's scraped off his shoe. If anything, he looks a little amused, raising a brow slightly as your brain short-circuits to think of a good enough excuse.

"Uh- I'm sorry, I wasn't.. looking where I was going," you say with an awkward smile, unconsciously rambling. "I was looking... that way, because... it's where I came from."

Again, instead of the look of disdain and apprehensiveness you half expected, Harry looks like he's trying not to laugh, glancing in the direction before looking back at you.

"It's okay," he says simply, a small smirk on his face, as he takes you in for a short moment. "You work here?"

You nod, smiling. "Yeah. And you do too? I mean... you're Harry Osborn, so... you're the CEO."

Harry's smirk grows. "I am, yeah."

You smile awkwardly, feeling as if the young man is searching your eyes for something, in a kind of interest or intrigue about your personality, and glance at the lift.

"I should probably..."

"Hang on," he calls after you as you go to walk away, and you turn back to see his cool blue eyes shining with curiosity... and something more that you couldn't quite identify. "What's your name?"

You tell him with a half-smile, and Harry repeats it thoughtfully, his gaze drifting for a moment before returning to you with the same intrigued smile and oddly intense stare.

"I'll see you around."

You smile, reaching the elevator. "You will?"

Harry smirks, pressing the elevator button for you as the thick glass doors seal close between you and him. "You will."

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theaawalker · 4 months

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His Little Lamb [ HARRY OSBORN ]

chapter II. friends

Pairing: Harry Osborn x Demetra Jones Series: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 Song Inspo: Perfect by One Direction Word Count: 1,001 Summary: Demetria Jones is your classic model citizen. Smart, helpful, organized, sophisticated, and above all innocent. But that changes when she gets a new boss, Harry Osborn. She's not looking for trouble, but that might be what she's in for. Unless, maybe, she can change Harry... that is, if he doesn't change her first. Warnings: mentions of workplace abuse, forced proximity Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

I did as Harry... I mean... Mr. Osborn requested and documented every file on the list. I hadn't seen him since his departure at the board meeting yesterday. Nevertheless, I wanted to make sure I actually did my job. So I stopped by his office and dropped off said paperwork. Much to my annoyance, he wasn't in there. It was his second day as CEO of OsCorp and he hadn't even bothered to show up.

This was gonna be a long day.

I marched out of his office to the elevators and began to dial Menken. He was in charge whenever Norman was gone, which usually meant an occurrence of verbal harassment for me. I knew with Harry's absence I couldn't get any work done because I had no further orders. I considered following my usual orders, but those existed under Norman Osborn's authority. Now that his son was in charge, I had no sense of direction. Which was ironically proven when I then bumped into one of the elevator doors.

I pushed the bottom button and put the phone to my ear. As I waited for the doors to open, I listened to my phone ring before going to voicemail. So I hung up and proceeded to dial again as the doors finally opened and I boarded. Once again it rang and there was no answer. I groaned, removing the phone from my ear. Then suddenly...

"Hi again!" Said a voice from behind me, making me jump. I covered my mouth mid-scream and quickly spun around to see the source. Low and behold, it was Harry Osborn. "I'm sorry." We both apologized.

"I didn't mean to scare you." He spoke first, extending his hand to me worrisomely.

"No, no. It's fine." I gasped as I clutched my heart. "My fault. I didn't see you."

He watched me catch my breath, his eyes a sparkly turquoise from the luminous rooms behind the elevator glass. "I'm... I'm Harry Osborn." He introduced himself, putting a hand on his chest.

"Yeah, I know who you are." I cleared my throat, my voice now professional. "I was in the board meeting."

"That's right, you were the one I promoted." Harry beamed as he recalled the memory.

I chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Like you were serious." I waved him off.

"Actually, yes." He stated rather authentically. I stared at his face and sure enough it read seriousness. And here I was trying to get ahold of Menken because I thought he was still my superior. Harry must've seen the shock in my face because he began to smirk. I suppose he was amused by the impact of his own power.

"What's your name again?" He asked, nodding to me.

"Demetria. Demetria Jones." I lifted my head as I reintroduced myself.

"Demetria..." My name flew out of his mouth with an unnecessary softness. Harry tilted his head and bit his lower lip, still smirking. I gulped as I stared at its pinkness under his teeth, not sure what else to do. "Tell me, Demetria." He continued. "What's a little lamb like you doing in a wolf den like OsCorp."

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated by the question. But.. did he seriously just call me a 'little lamb'?

"Uhhh, well, for one, I enjoy my work here. I was a huge fan of your father's. I can appreciate a business that's working to make the world a better place. And, uh, I good salary never hurt anyone." I joked, shrugging.

Harry just stood there and listened, not uttering a word. And once I was done, he nodded. "So you were a fan of my father? Well, that makes one of us." I couldn't tell if he was joking or not, so I didn't say anything. For a moment, both of us were silent.

Then Harry leaned off the wall and stepped towards me. We were now standing face-to-face a foot apart. He wasn't that much taller than me, perhaps an inch or two. However, height-wise our eyes actually aligned perfectly. That being said, I still felt his presence hovering over me. "Since I'm your boss now, we should keep in contact." He gestured to my phone.

I could feel his warm breath on me as he spoke, and I wondered if he could feel mine. "Um, sure." I responded before punching in his number as he recited it to me. Once he was done, I hit save to make it official.

"I look forward to working you, Demetria." Harry said, making my fingers freeze. I gazed away from my screen and looked at him. I wasn't sure if he had gotten closer, but it certainly felt like he did. He wore a blank expression with his mouth hanging slightly agape. His marble eyes stared into mine, and mine into his. Neither one of us said anything, which was strangely comforting. We stayed like that for what seemed like awhile.

Suddenly, the elevator dinged and the doors opened, making us break eye contact. In an instant, what was once comfortable had now become awkward. We exchanged embarrassed glances as Harry slowly backed up and I gathered myself to leave. "Nice seeing you, Mr. Osborn." I gave an awkward smile and stepped out.

"Call me Harry." He raised an eyebrow, smirking suggestively. "We're friends now, aren't we?"

Then, as if on cue, the doors closed, leaving me completely stunned and confused. I wasn't quite sure of what had just happened, but I didn't have time to process it because my phone started to ring. Without reading the ID, thoughtlessly I answered it.

"Hello? Who is this?" Menken huffed into the phone.

"...Demetria Jones," I replied, my eyes glued to the elevator.

"Oh." He groaned before pausing. "...Well, what do you want?"

With a big smile and a bolt of realization, I told him exactly what I wanted. "Kiss my *ss!"

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“*insert any popular conventionally attractive actor* as Harry Osborn!” shut up. Brennan Lee Mulligan as Harry Osborn.

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valentinetypewriter · 8 months

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Me and My Husband

This includes casting, chapter masterlist and summary

Sirius Black x Remus lupin x reader

My Main masterlist

this will also be posted on ao3 - a link to the fic

Chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6

Summary

Sirius Black III the usually flirtatious boy had become completely infatuated with someone he knew he could never have, but tied to someone he never thought he could love.

Remus john lupin the self hating Werewolf who doesn't believe he's worth loving, but his heart aches for two people who he thinks he doesn't deserve

Y/n l/n has hated love ever since she was young, a pure-blood family like hers doesn't get love, they only have to keep their blood pure. But maybe she could make something good out of this

Set during the marauders 7th year and onwards, canon divergent, just changing a few things up to make the fic work a bit better. This fic will be filled with unnecessary angst and drama because I'm a horrible person

Casting

Casting will include movies/shows for a more specific look for major character

Ben Barnes as Sirius Black (Dorian grey)

Andrew Garfield as Remus lupin (Never let me go) and yes this is exactly how I imagine remus to act/talk - A link for a YouTube video since clips of his character are hard to find

Aaron Taylor Johnson as James Potter (kick-ass / Nowhere boy)

Dane dehaan as Peter pettigrew (Kill your darlings)

Timothée Chalamet as Regulus Black

David Tennant as Barty Crouch Jr

Maxence Danet-Fauvel as Evan Rosier

Supporting cast

Sophie skelton as Lily Evans

Alicia Vikander as Marlene McKinnon

Sofia Bryant as Mary McDonald

Louis Garrel as Severus Snape

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siriuslysmoking · 2 years

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vould you write jealous angry smut with Peter Pettigrew?

Mine

Pairing: roommate!Peter Pettigrew x Reader

Warnings: smut, degradation, name calling, alcohol consumption, cussing, dom!Peter, no contraception (this is fictional, you are not. wrap it up.)

Words: 1.7 k

Summary: Your roommate Peter gets a little jealous seeing you with a guy at a bar.

Notes: okay sorry it took awhile, I have never read/written anything about Peter so this is a first plus I had to do my research, if you know what I mean. I assumed you wanted young Peter, so it’s going Peter. I choose a Dane DeHaan gif but you can imagine him as anyone. I honestly hate this so much. but anyway here to long awaited Roommate!peter fic

After graduation you had moved in with a friend from Hogwarts, all of his other friends had partners or lived on their own. So when you mentioned you wanted to get a roommate he volunteered. You hadn’t been friends for long, just met a couple of months into your last year at Hogwarts.

Everything had been going smoothly, you got along, most of the time when one was working the other was home, so you both got privacy. The only time you two actually saw each other was before bed.

After you had first met Peter you were instantly attracted to him, but you knew since he was to be your roommate you could never admit it to anyone. So you made sure to busy yourself, if that was work, parties, other people, friends. Pretty much anything you could think of.

However, it had felt as if Peter was always around and you weren’t Necessarily complaining. He often hung out with friends, worked, and went out. But whenever you were both home at night it was impossible to avoid the tension between the both of you.

That’s when one Friday night you decided to get your mind off the dirty blonde boy and go out with some of your friends.

“Come on, let’s get a drink.” Lily Evan shouted over the blaring music, as you both traveled through the sweaty bodies around the club.

Once you both settled at the bar and ordered a round of drinks you both observed the crowd. “Oi, Y/n, guy with tattoos, to the left.”

“Huh,” you spoke to Lily, you moved your gaze to look down the long bar table. “oh.” You locked your eyes with a brunette, he looked in his late twenties which was fine but you were in your early twenties.

“Yeah, oh” Lily said back sarcastically.

“He looks a little old.” Mary suddenly came from behind you with the other two.

“Older men are hot.”

“Marls, you’re a lesbian.” Dorcas inquired, squinting at her girlfriend.

“So? I can still appreciate a man’s beauty.”

You laughed, shaking your head and looking away from the man down the table.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, the boys are coming sometime tonight.” Mary said before asking the bartender for another round.

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You weren’t sure how you got here but you were pressed against the wall, with the tattooed man marking your neck. You slightly opened your eyes, feeling a heavy gaze on you.

Your eyes locked with your dirty blonde roommate across the club, his piercing blue eyes falling onto yours across the tainted rim of the glass he had against his lips. your lips was slightly ajar as you held your roommate's gaze. his eyes slightly darkened and he placed his glass down to the bar. James Potter was sitting next to him and trying to hold a conversation with his best mate but not realizing that Peter wasn't paying the slightest attention to the dark haired boy.

You tried to ignore the heavy weight of his gaze and removed your eyes from his. Pulling on the tattooed man’s hair to remove his lips from your neck and to connect them to your own.

Across from you, at the bar Peter downs another glass and hops off the stool.

“Mate- where are you going?” James stopped mid sentence noticing his friend's mental absence.

“I gotta go.” Peter muttered an excuse as he started to move through the hot bodies.

Once his eyes caught on the man’s roaming hands he lost it. He shoved the man off you and grabbed your wrist.

“What the- Peter!” You said in surprise, Peter started to tug you away from the man with a death grip on your arm.

“Come on man!” The man shouted, you had already forgotten his name. You could barely hear him over the loud music and Peter guided you out of the building.

“Peter, where are we going?”

“Home.” That’s all he said.

“Are you okay?” You ask wryly, you had made it down the street to where he had parked, he opened the door for you and spoke harshly, “Get in the car.”

You obliged but not without giving him a frustrated sigh.

“Don’t give me attitude, princess.” Peter spoke once he slide into the car.

The ride to your shared apartment was silent as you sat quietly in the passenger side of his car. Once you entered the parking lot and he parked you broke the silence.

“Pete-“

“Shut it.” He dismissed you as he got out, he waited until you followed him out of the car and then he made his way up the stairs to your apartment. He opened the door aggressively after unlocking it. You walked in after him and watched as he started to take off his jacket.

“What is wrong? I don’t understand why you're freaking out-“ suddenly your back was pressed against the front door. You let out a small gasp as you felt Peter press into you, feeling his hard bulge press into your stomach.

“What’s wrong?” Peter mocked you. “What’s wrong is that your walking around like a fucking slut when you have no right to give yourself to anyone but-“

You interrupted him, “what are you on about? Are you upset that I was kissing that guy?”

Peter chuckled, “huh…” he paused, moving closer to your face, inches apart, you could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Yeah, actually, for some reason you think you can just go up and kiss anyone. Let them touch you when… when you obviously don’t belong to them.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Who? Who do I belong to, then?”

“Me.”

“Peter.” You breathed out, his face moved to the crook of your neck, he started to kiss down your jaw and onto your neck.

“You think you’re allowed to let him touch, no one’s allowed to touch what’s mine. ‘Cause you belong to me and so does your body.” Your breathing quickened as his lips trailed lower.

“Peter.”

“Walking around and acting like a filthy slut.”

“Your slut.” That’s all you said, his lips stopped and he slowly looked up to see your head laid back, your eyes closed and your lips agape.

“That’s right.” He said, his lips leveling with yours, “my slut.”

He leaned in closer, enough for your lips to brush against each other. You nodded to his words, looking to his lips to see a sly smirk growing upon them, then he smashed his lips against yours.

You gasped, giving him entrance to your mouth, his tongue explored your mouth as your hands trailed up to his hair. “Jump” he whispered against your lips.

You did as he asked and he wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you forwards to his bed. Once you got to his bedroom you were tossed onto his bed, he was quick to follow you, he was on top of you, his lips moving from your stomach up to your neck.

You hummed in agreement as he leant back, while you tried to chase his lips.

He tutted, shaking his head, “You don’t know how many times I’ve heard you, touching yourself when you think I’m asleep.” he smirked, “What do you think of?”

“You.” you sighed, leaning your head back on the door, “It’s always you.”

“Really, princess.” He smirked as his hands started to travel down your frame.

“Mhm.” Your body arched into his hands unconsciously, needing more.

“Aw,” He cooed, “My desperate little whore.” He started to swiftly undress you until you were on your back naked. His fully clothed body was pressed into you.

“These,” his hands wandered to your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples. “Are heaven.” He lowered his mouth onto your nipples.

“No-“ you protested, “need more, want you in-“ he cut you off by shushing you.

“I know, I know.” He quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down onto his lower thighs, his boxers were next.

“Now.” you whine, inpatient, needy, and desperate.

“Oh.” he cocked his head, “you wanna tell me what to do?”

“N-no, I just- please.” you begged. You lifted your hips to press into his but his hands shoved your hips back into the bed.

“Huh.” he shook his head at you, sitting up, pulling his pants lower and lifting his shirt up. His finger went lower on your body until he reached where you needed him the most, he gathered your slick and rubbed it up your slit, circling your clit. Once you release your first moan he pulls back making you whine.

“Shut up, You desperate little slut.” he chuckled, mockingly. Without telling you he was pushing into you, you moaned on instinct.

“Pe-peter.” you moaned, trying to grind on his cock but his hand that still rested on your lower abdomen restricted you. Peter rutted into you, moving his hand from your stomach to your legs, wrapping them around his hips. Peter let out a breath moan as he kept his pace even. You knew you werent gonna last long, not with his thumb circling your clit and his cock hitting that spot.

He wasn’t either with your tits bouncing with every movement of his hips.

“‘m not gonna last.” you murmured.

“Me neither.” he shook his head in the crock of your neck.

“Come, come inside of me. Please.” you beg, wanting him to fill you out.

“Are you sure?” he panted into your neck, you hummed in response.

“You ready? Come with me.” you nodded at Peter's words.

“You ready? Now.” he breathed both of you releasing together. The knot from your stomach untying in a wave of pleasure.

“Fuck.” Peter panted, moving his head to lock your lips once again. “Fuck, you’re beautful.” he spoke as he slowed down his movements.

“You are too.”

#peter pettigrew #harry potter #hogwarts #james potter #the marauders #harry potter smut #the marauders smut #peter pettigrew smut #harry potter imagine #peter pettigrew x reader #the marauders era #the marauders x you #hp marauders #marauders headcanon #peter pettigrew imagine #peter pettigrew headcanon #peter pettigrew x you #atyd marauders #marauders

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wordsarelife · 2 months

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Hi Lizzy, glad to see you are back! 😀

CONGRATULATIONS ON 850 FOLLOWERS!!! 🥳 🎉 Your writing is so good, you deserve them 😊

Also your new theme is so cute😍

🌻 Who would be your dream cast if they made a Marauders movie or show? 💛

i’m so excited to be back! ty so much!! i’m glad for all of them ❤️

tyyy i thought being back needed a new theme and what better theme to pick than fearless when spring is approaching!

i love this question, but i’m probably super basic considering this, but my dream cast would be:

my boy lil timmy tim as regulus

my hubby atj as james

sophie skelton or karen gillan as lily

ben barnes and andrew garfield as sirius and remus

and i’ve seen a lot of peter castings! i don’t know the ones name that is frequently used but it’d be that one (not talking about dane dehaan)

i’ve always imagined alicia vikander as marlene and just recently saw that most people were casting a different actress! i’m probably just a bit nostalgic when it comes to this casting, because i don’t like things changing, but she was always my fav!

and elle fanning as pandora lovegood

i don’t really have as much of a thought out cast for the rest of the characters spontaneously, so these are only the few i have in mind!! ❤️

#lizzysfearlessevent #lizzysfollowercelebration

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theinvisiblemuseum · 2 years

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unpopular opinion: i'm tired of the current fan casts & want new ones

give me nonwhite james & sirius and reg

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

i’ve never liked the marauder fancasts like i like ben barnes & andrew garfield & atj separately but when i see them as the marauders i see red LOL (i don’t even like peter but dane dehaan as peter.. jail) the only one that i don’t hate is timmy as reg but i think that’s just because that one is more updated & he’s still relatively young- he also looks like how i could imagine a version of regulus, and the others look nothing like any version of the marauders my brain could come up with

but yeah white james potter is just like… no .. my brain simply does not compute.. and i’m also excited to see more ppl hcing reg & sirius as not being white either !

no one asked but some of my current fave fcs are reiky de valk as james, william gao as reg, sadie sink as lily, conan gray as sirius, sophia bryant as mary (& a couple that i’m p sure i’m the only one that uses but assa sylla as dorcas and sophie thatcher as marlene *mwah*)

#i also like not having a set universal fc because obv not everyone sees all the characters the same way so i like to mix it up #i mean hell even when i draw characters they look different all the time because i don’t have one specific image of any of them it’s always #changing & evolving depending on context #idk can u tell i think abt this too much #organ donations

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spider-stark · 1 year

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don’t mind me. just up late thinking about this gif of dane dehaan. wanting to write for harry osborn. smut, fluff, idc at this point.

idk how dane’s harry osborn isn’t still just as popular as andrew’s peter. the tags are so dead in comparison. but seriously. are you guys not seeing this? his lips???? his eyes??? his entire face?

dane dehaan will be the death of me

#dane dehaan imagine #dane dehaan #the amazing spider man #tasm #tasm2 #harry osborn #peter parker #mcu

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fcknstar · 1 year

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Heyy how are you? I hope you're good!🤍

Can you write something about major valerian? It can be a headconnon

Thank youu love

hihi! im good, not entirely excited for sch LMAO and thank you for asking!! i hope you're doing well too!

,, with you "

valerian x reader ( headcanons )

a.n : i might actually go and write more about valerian because of the amount of gifs unused. and thank you vv much for requesting darling!!

warnings : nsfw has a few mentions of sex , MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

**lowercase intended**

sfw :

hes a vv charming guy

you did like valerian, well after he risked his life for you.

valerian knows you like him, he was just able to sense it.

valerian would definitely act oblivious and continuously tease you until you blush.

when you do blush, he would most definitely hold your face and laugh, " aww youre blushinggg " which he will meet with a smack on the head.

valerian secretly likes you calling him " val, major "

ngl i feel like he would serve you food in bed if you both get together

he is 100% down for cuddles, him being the big spoon ofcourse. but for a change, hes willing to be the small spoon.

if he goes on a mission and pass by the plaza, he would get something for you and makes sure it is perfect.

acts of service, affection and words of affirmation 24/7

i know for a fact that he'll hug you from behind!!

hes not into pda but will definitely worship you when its just you both

nsfw :

hes a love maker.

he will check in on you every now and then

wears protection

vv gentlemen-y like

hes big into aftercare, he will prepare you a bathe, will clean you definitely.

he likes it when you take control

LMAO HES A DEFINITE SWITCH

likes it when you call him " major "

he will constantly press kisses onto you while fucking you deep

#imagines #oneshots #dane dehaan #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #valerian #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader #dane dehaan smut #dane dehaan imagine #answered

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princevortex · 2 years

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aftg (kevin & andrew) fancasts under the cut except i have strong feelings about unpopular kevin casts

kevin day

there are quite a few i think about for kevin day. the whole time reading it i could honestly only picture him as roshon fegan. idk why but he just looks so kevin to me?? like c'mon.

and as i kept thinking about kevin fancasts, the one other person i couldn't get out of my head was calum hood. hear me out, okay. he has the complexion and hair that i imagine kevin has and he just has the vibes. hard to find good pictures of him not smiling, but i did my best.

and going along with a more popular fancast, i can also imagine kevin as laurence coke. matthew daddario is also a valid one.

andrew minyard

for andrew i really go along with popular fancasts? freddie fox is just so perfect for andrew i really can't argue with it.

i understand dane dehaan but he's not what i personally see. there is also a small part of me that really likes max theiriot for andrew, i'm not too sure why.

i was going to do neil but i'm not allowed anymore pictures on this post so uh. just know that i've had a very hard time picturing neil as anyone despite my deep love for his character. there was this one cosplayer that was my canon neil for a while but they have since deleted their videos so uh, rip i guess. i do enjoy benjamin hadsworth in his role in deadly class for neil, though. pre christmas at evermore, benjamin sums up how i saw neil.

maybe ill look into it some more and come back with some neil fancasts? who knows

#all for the game #aftg #kevin day #andrew minyard #aftg fancast #kevin day fancast #andrew minyard fancast #all for the game fancast

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imagine--if · 9 months

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Okay but after watching TASM 2 I am severely tempted to write some stuff for Harry Osborn because

BECAUSE

(EDIT: Here's one I've just done 😁)

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theaawalker · 4 months

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His Little Lamb [ HARRY OSBORN ]

chapter I. meeting

I thankfully made it to the meeting on time. Taking my seat in the far-off row to the right, I took out my work tools and set them out accordingly on the meeting table. It was so weird being back here after Mr. Osborn's death. Ever since the tragedy we've all taken some time to 'mourn.' But, to be honest, I'd rather much be at my job, working it off, than off partying at a club or sulking at home over my deceased boss.

As the board room started to fill up, I started to get nervous. At any time my new boss could come through the door, and I hate not knowing when. Based on the news, Norman's son, Harry Osborn, will be taking over as CEO of Oscorp. My feelings are still undecided, but I have this ache in my gut that says he's trouble. I spent all night doing research on him, and apparently, his father shipped him to boarding school at eleven and since he's gotten out he's been nothing but a modeling playboy.

If this is true, then I've got my hands full here.

I checked my watch; he was two-minutes late. Everyone else was there but him, even Menken, who would be sitting on his right at the end of the table. I've never been late for anything, so I'm not impressed. Finally, in walked a young man with a brown comb-over, blue eyes that were lit up like reflecting marbles, pointy ears, and pale skin that matched his pink lips. To fit his appearance, he was also acquiring a dark blue suit, grey vest, and a brown tie. As he took his seat at the beginning of the table, I wondered how one guy can pull off so many colors. Then I remembered he was with a model.

This was him, this was Harry Osborn.

"Harry," Menken started once Harry was seated, "OsCorp's been under intense public scrutiny in the wake of Dr. Connor's recent uh... breach of trust."

Harry twirled some kind of drive in his hand as he replied. "You mean people are pissed off cause he tried to turn everyone in New York City into giant lizards."

Menken paused, as if he was about to disagree but changed his mind. "Given that...all the animal hybrid programs he was involved in were destroyed to restore investor confidence."

"Ah, that is the Osborn way." Harry spun his chair to face Menken. "Whatever's inconvenient around, here just get rid of it, right?"

Still, Menken pushed, "Much of that scrutiny may fall on you now. We felt that plausible deniability was your best option."

"Sure, sure. I get it." The young CEO looked at the drive again. "Twenty-year-old kid, two hundred billion-dollar company. What was Dad thinking? I mean, you're all lawyers, right?" He looked around the room, earning awkward looks. "Surely someone must have questioned his sanity in the end." This time he was speaking indirectly to Menken, and everyone knew it. "Someone must have thought about having him declared legally incompetent, it would have made this conversation a lot easier..."

"Harry..." Menken started but was quickly interrupted.

"It's Mr. Osborn." Harry sternly corrected him. "We're not friends." I didn't have to be near them to know they were giving each other hateful looks. I scooted closer to get a better look at their expressions, and, with my entwined fingers, accidentally knock my pen off the table.

'Dang!' I internally said. I slowly lowered my head in a pathetic attempt to cover it up. A cold, lasting ache echoes through my stomach as I feel eyes from all directions fall on me. I hoped they'd be professional and just carry on, but, of course, that wasn't the case.

"Hi," Harry's voice sang. I looked up and there, sitting in the first chair, was my future boss. He stared into my eyes with a smile that only grows when he sees all of my face. I was wearing my glasses, so I could only imagine how nerdy I looked. "You were my father's economic analyst, right?"

"Mm-hmm." I nod.

"What's your name?" He asked, using a not soft but low tone. Almost like a snake talking to its prey.

"Demetria," I replied, refusing to speak back in the same tone.

"Demetria..." he repeated. And what came next, made my heart skip a beat. "From now on, everybody at this table works for Demetria, because Demetria works for me. Would anyone like to speak up?" An uncomfortable silence spread around the board room table. "Well, good. Then you can all keep your jobs a little longer."

Just then, a man, I'm guessing his butler, entered to speak to Harry. They were whispering and were hard to hear from my distance. But by the look on Harry's face, it wasn't something he had expected. I sensed a bit of remorse, and even sadness, in his face.

To mask it, he returned the topic to me. "Demetria, I want to see every file on this list. Every single one." Harry got up and followed the butler out of the room. And just like that, he was gone.

| EARLIER THAT WEEK |

I had had such a rough morning, which is a rare thing for me. Usually, I'm fresh and ready to tackle the day. But today was different, my boss, Norman Osborn, was dead. He was actually my idol growing up. I always saw him as like a king of a castle, and I suppose I was lucky enough to work in it while he was alive.

But now that he's gone, things are gonna be different around Oscorp. There is no doubt in my mind walking through those doors is gonna become a burden in a matter of weeks.

Just as I neared the elevators, and spotted an open one, I bumped into Alistair Smythe the douchebag, making my shoulder bag slip from my grasp and onto the floor. "Watch it, Jonesy!" He scolded. I was quick to pick up the stray papers and skidded to the elevator. "Oh, hold that!" To my surprise, someone holds the elevator doors open for me. "Thank you, you're a gentleman. Most people would have just let the doors close."

"Yeah, well, most people don't notice other people." He said, which I found very true.

"What floor, please?" K.A.R.I, the automated elevator system, requested.

"Um, sixty-three..."

"I got it," said the stranger. "What is it?"

"Uh, sixty-three," I told him, which he repeated to K.A.R.I.

"Thank you," I said once again.

I thought that was gonna be the end of our discussion, but he bickered on. "Um...I'm uh...Max. Max Dillon."

"I'm Demetria. Nice to meet you." I said as our eyes met.

"Nice to meet you." He replied uneasily. I could tell he wasn't used to attention.

"Is it your birthday?" I referred to the flyer in Max's hand.

"Oh, yeah! Well, I...a friend of mine made this flyer. I'm having a birthday party in a big club, a lot of celebrities." It didn't take a trigonometry major to know he was fibbing.

But, out of pity, I played along. "Wow."

"I would like to invite you, it's just that the guest list is closed." I doubted that completely.

"Oh, got it. Well, thank you, anyway." I see Max notices the news on the elevator monitor about Spider-Man saving people from a fire. I'm personally not a big fan, but admire his heroism and watch as well.

"It must be cool, huh?" He commented. "To have the whole world look at you like that. You know, Spider-Man saved my life one time. Out of all the people in the whole city, he saved me." He put a hand to his chest as if honored. "He said he needed me."

"Sounds like a nice guy." I've never met Spider-Man before because I prefer not to get involved with complicated situations. But I doubt I'll need saving anytime soon. I mean, it's not like I'm in danger... at least not anymore.

"Floor sixty-three," K.A.R.I announces just as the elevator stops and the doors open.

"Oh, it was nice to meet you, Max." I give him one last glance before stepping out of the elevator and heading down the hall to the board room.

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