#stacysghost

[watsonjackpot]

+ @stacysghost asked: " take it easy. you're safe now, but you need to relax. "

+ " That's EASIER said than done ! " Adrenaline continued to POUR through her, matching the FRANTIC beat of her heart as it attempted to escape from her CHEST . A quick PAT-DOWN of her side leaves her SIGHING in relief that her TASER is still right where it was supposed to be . As much as she hadn't THOUGHT carrying a weapon could make her feel SAFE , the TASER had come in handy more times than she had ever thought POSSIBLE . " ...where even are we ? "

[inhcritance]

@stacysghost asked: "stay where you are, i’m on my way."

send in “ stay where you are, i’m on my way. “ for the sender to go out of their way to find the receiver in the middle of the night and bring them home safely from a night out. ( this can be anything from a date gone wrong, to a party, to clubbing, a midnight investigation, ANYTHING! )

Calling her, given the time, was far from something he was proud of. Her job as an assistant did not imply she was on call, and he was loathe to treat it as such. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and the situation was very far from fine.

At least, he thought, they were safe. He'd sent her his location, and his bodyguard was on his way to the hospital, and he'd managed to avoid being recognized enough to get out of dodge himself… as much as he could. But there was no way he was driving with his arm in the state it was, and walking alone, so late at night, visibly injured, was a recipe for disaster: he could defend himself, but he'd already been attacked once. He didn't need to heal from even more of a mess, considering this would require paperwork.

So for now, he waited, arm bandaged as well as he could with a hand, hidden under the hoodie he was using to conceal his identity, sitting on a low rooftop to keep an eye on arrivals and be as safe as he could, as he waited, and did all in his power not to fall asleep.

What a day it was turning out to be, and it was barely three in the morning.

[localwebslingers]

@stacysghost asked: 🛏️

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Three days wasn't, for most things, a long time. Not even a whole week, a little more than a weekend, just enough time to really start feeling excitement for something. Or nervous, even both depending on what was coming up. For the length of time a person has gone without sleep? It was bad, really bad. Six cups of coffee didn't really matter at about that point and Peter was very disappointed to learn this. He had no idea how he got through most of the day but was a little startled and slow to respond when Gwen caught up to him. And he tried to assure her, several times, that he was fine and it really wasn't that big a deal. He just had a long night- okay, yeah, maybe a few long nights, back to back, but he was fine. Really.

That conversation was inside a building, he was really sure about that. It also wasn't where they currently were.

Peter blinked and lifted his head a little more, looking around and frowning. The flashing lights being rushed past, the shake of the car and screech of the tires as everyone pushed passed each other. They weren't standing, they were on a bench, but he felt confused again, "...hey, Gwen?" he looked over at her, frowning a little and gesturing around them, "When did we get on the subway....'nd why are we on the subway, again?" okay he was really tired but Peter was pretty sure he'd have remembered pulling out his metro card and paying for the trip.

...or not, and this time he couldn't even blame it on a concussion.

[inhcritance]

He certainly won't fire her for being unprofessional: there are far worse things to be, and as long as she keeps up appearances in public, almost everything else can and will be forgiven, in light of all that she brings to the table. Both as her assistant, and as someone he now trusts, for all that's not something he'll admit easily. And especially not now, when the ghost of Peter's expression, of his hurt, is still so clear in his mind.

What does it say about him that he feels both vindication and guilt, that his anger still burns but also he'd rather not hurt him at all. And yet, Peter is the one who will not let go, and Harry tells himself that.

And meanwhile, he tries to hang on to the levity, because he knows far too well that when the anger burns away all there'll be left is exhaustion.

"The board do give me far more reasons to be stubborn about." He points out, and while his tone is not entirely easy, it's no longer so tense. Even when a part of him would like them added to that spreadsheet, lie that it would be.

"They're not villains. They're not even bad people." He decides on. It feels like a sigh made into words. "Objectively, he's a good person, and so is she." He adds. Because he can't argue that, the supervillain there was Harry. "But they didn't see anything wrong with lying to me for a decade, so I want nothing more to do with them." He reveals.

And it hurts. It might always hurt, they were family to him. But he has to have lines, somewhere.

That's signal enough to Gwen that a hug would definitely not be welcome, but she will at least squeeze his bicep a bit before letting go, kicking her shoes off and bringing her feet up to sit cross-legged in her chair. Not the most professional, but what is he going to do? Fire her? Harry wouldn't, even when she's really pissed him off.

"Oh, I'm fully aware," she agrees, at his comment about him being stubborn, smirking a bit for the levity. Trying to get his sour mood to sweeten up a bit, as much as she's part of the reason for it. "I like it better when you're stubborn to the board than me, for the record."

Another question burns her lips that she decides to save for another time, about the potential of the man never giving up. She's so, so curious about what their relationship was like, before whatever happened between them made them... this. Before Harry lost his hope.

Gwen nods, given the names. "Do they need to go on my spreadsheet of villains? Or just my normal spreadsheet of people you used to know?"

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indie THE MASTER of BBC'S DOCTOR WHO.

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A STUDY IN: get out of the way. autonomy above all. the bad guy wins. i've got you anyway. twisted devotion. attention whores. a cosmos without the doctor scarcely bears thinking about. borrowed stolen time. died in your arms tonight.

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@stacysghost liked x for a starter

⸻ The new frozen yogurt shop had opened, and the first fifty people to show up got theirs for free. While there weren't many things outside of amusement park rides that Gwen found worthy of wasting an hour of her free time on, frozen yogurt was pretty tempting.

It wasn't until she got her toppings that she noticed one of the people behind her. She wasn't sure how to explain it, but she felt pulled to speak to her. Gwen wondered if this was how things were for Peter when he felt his "Spidey-Senses" kick in.

Something about locking eyes with this person felt strangely intense. There was a feeling within her that was similar to static after you turn off an old television set. Nothing was happening: the show was over, yet the static remained.

❝ Sorry, ❞ Gwen says after a moment, feeling herself come back to reality and becoming a bit embarrassed by her behavior. ❝ For staring, I mean. You just... you seem familiar, but I don't think we've ever met. Sorry, that's so weird. ❞ 

[anunkindncss]

💅 (from @stacysghost for tasm peter?)

In another life this would've been a perfectly normal moment instead of the one breather it seemed they got every few minutes. He concentrated quietly as he ensured there wasn't any bleed over or any mess. It was something small he could do for her. Something simple but affectionate. Looking up after her last nail was painted, he gave her a grin. "How bout it? I think I like the blue."

[watsonjackpot]

+ @stacysghost liked for a starter !

+ " Ok, you know, I think that BEGS for conversation over a BASKET of fries . Pretty please ? "

[inhcritance]

@stacysghost liked for an assumed identities starter!

The issues of ending up in a universe where the multiverse is not much of a secret are many... and one of them was expectations, and managing them. But for better or worse, Harry has long learned to deal with expectations, and how to subvert them.

Curtis Connors, mild-mannered, fond of animals -especially reptiles-, and with an easy demeanor and a tendency to become a giant lizard on accident was a concerning prospect... but a far less concerning prospect than one young Harry Osborn, gone through villainy already. So a Curtis Connors he'd become, managing to get a spot as a teacher's assistant in this universe's ESU thanks to his ability to lie, hair dye, and comfortable -if mildly unfashionable- clothing, even as he tried to figure out how to get home.

And then he'd turned around to see Gwen, or most likely, a Gwen, come into the room where the biology department kept the reptiles, Harry's current occupation these days.

"Hello, can I help you?" He smiles, nevertheless, and wonders how long until the pain of missing someone universes away subsides.

[localwebslingers]

@stacysghost has ONE missed call. (dice roll: 6)

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{you have ONE new message}

There's some slightly strained breathing and a dull thud against something before Peter's voice came on, rasping and dazed, "Hey...'m sure you've seen or heard the news by now if you're awake. I made it back home but I'm...not great. I really, really hate to ask, because I'm sure you're already asleep, or busy or....I have the bandages and stuff that I need, but I could really use some help this time. Doc really did a number on me and..."

It goes quiet and there a muffled, pained sound before there's running water, "Look if you can't or you don't get this, I'll be alright. Really, I've done my own patch jobs before, I mean it's not like I can go check in and... I promised I would call you if I ever needed to and I just..."

Something clatters in the background, probably onto the ground, "...I don't know, sorry. I'll call you in the morning when I wake up, if you don't make it over, okay?...."

{to replay the message press ONE-}

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@stacysghost continued from here.

valeria almost snorts soda out of their nose at gwen's words. hand comes up to cover their mouth with the back of their hand, wiping sticky mess away with their sleeve.

❝ honestly? solid advice. you think of that all on your own? ❞

[inhcritance]

One of the Oscorp ones, and he nods, when she sets it on the table. He doesn't move to recover it just yet, but he'll do, when he finishes with his food.

"I hope you tipped at least 30%." He replies instead, and he's not joking: he can afford to, and Oscorp definitely can.

And while Oscorp doesn't really pay too badly, as far as Harry knows -they have to keep scientists, after all, despite their reputation- he knows most of his earning come from company stocks and bonuses, not so much his salary.

So her opinion, on this, is something he's asking for more than idle curiosity.

"Okay." He settles for, at her reply. "Just tell me if it gets too bad. I don't get a say on salaries, but I'd see what I can do."

And he knows they won't find someone with Gwen's skills easily, if at all, if she leaves.

She takes a moment to swallow her mouthful of food before answering, once more leaving the chopsticks in the container to pull his card out of her other pocket. It's been lovingly placed back into the special sleeve he usually keeps it in. "The blue one. I think it’s one of the Oscorp ones, just to be extra spiteful."

She nearly slips it back into her pocket out of habit as he speaks, before using her slightly better judgement and setting it down on the table as well. And then she shrugs, eating a bit more food.

Truthfully, she's paid more than most, especially for the amount of NDAs she had to sign to become Norman's assistant. Enough to afford a reasonably priced apartment in Brooklyn that has a separate bedroom and a clawfoot tub.

"I get by. I have a little bit of a savings account," she tells him. Yes, she would love to make more. No, she is not going to tell Harry that.

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btw, if you followed from any of the old blogs (parkersbite / stacysghost / oscxrpceo) and we have threads together, pls let me know if you'd prefer i made new posts w/ my replies or if it's okay to continue on the old thread!

[watsonjackpot]

mj canceled? bc she's too hot, clearly ( @parkersbite && @stacysghost )

Tell me why my muse would get cancelled

+ " It's true, PARTY-GOERS , I'm too hot for ANYONE'S good, least of all my own ! "

[inhcritance]

@stacysghost asked: i just told you i missed you. ( in accidental multiversal travel au? )

"Of course." Comes his answer, gaze fond and relieved despite the easy teasing in his voice. "Mary Jane."

Because it might be a textbook case of the pot calling the kettle black, and yet... he can't help teasing her further. Letting himself enjoy the relief of having found one familiar face before he dwells on exactly why she isn't going by her actual name, because it might be a case of another Gwen existing in this universe, as it tends to happen... or she might have run into the same terrible truths he has.

But that doesn't matter just yet, because this universe's Peter has excused himself to check on something -to be Spider-Man, most likely- so now it's just them, both pretending to be people they definitely are not.

"I missed you too." He admits, however. "I'm glad you're okay."

He's aware of -witness to- a shade too much murder to be anything less than sorely relieved. And he hasn't been to that many universe.

"Have you been here all along?" He ends up asking, as he leans against the table. Trying to figure out just how much she might have seen... and aware of the sight he presents himself, having dyed his hair to a darkish brown and abandoning the tailored suits -not that a multiversal traveler can afford those easily- in favor of what he's choosing to call 'thrift-store academia'.

[localwebslingers]

@stacysghost asked: “ i am here to say that i am a bisexual who loves mangoes. ”

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"No I did catch on to that. I hope you weren't trying to be subtle about it." he teased, smiling a little and enjoying his own smoothie from the stall that they stopped at. In one of those always somehow rare moments of everything-is-actually-fine that Peter kept finding himself latching onto. Little things like actually getting to eat dinner with May. Listen to her talk about working at the hospital and getting to tell her about how his classes were going.

Or moments like this where he got to hang out with Gwen and it didn't feel like he had to run off at any second. They could just walk about and chat. He missed doing that kind of thing more, "Well as another local bisexual, I recognize and support your love of mangos." he paused a moment, taking a sip of his own drink before grinning, "But I still think peaches are better between the two."