#flash thompson fanfiction

[iridescentparkers]

study buddies - tasm!peter parker x female reader

a/n - this also works for any peter ;)

THE BRIGHT BLUE flyer posted on the Midtown bulletin gave Peter flashed lightbulbs in his already crowded brain. 

Tutoring. It was the only way he could talk to Y/N. Intentionally walking his body in her direction and offering to buy her dinner? Heck no. Baby steps, he thought to himself. 

So after school today, Peter put on a new hat, an actor. He was amazing at physics, even planning to take AP next year, but he couldn’t tell her that. 

Now, he sits in the dark physics room, putting on an amazing show for his new study buddy. 

“Coulomb’s law?”

“Something with electric fields?” He asked, looking down at his worksheet and tapping his pencil rapidly on the desk.

“Something like that.” She informed, her voice raising an octave as she lowered her lids. 

She picked up her pencil, writing out some numbers in her textbook, “All of these variables should be over “F” squared.”

“Actually “r” squared,” he muttered, looking at the sheet.

“What?”

“What!” 

“You knew I already knew this?”

“And you dumbed yourself down to come talk to me?” Y/N laughed, darting her eyes from the false practice problems to his large, droopy brown eyes. “I think you win.” 

“Why did you lie?”

“To talk to you.” He informed, shrugging a shoulder as he darted his eyes to Y/N’s expression.

“I know you’re a genius, Peter.” she laughed, patting his shoulder. “We were in the same classes in 9th and 10th grade”

“But if you knew that, why did you agree to study with me?”

“Cause…” she trailed, moving her eyes up and down. “I think you’re cute.”

He felt heat in his cheeks as he ran an index finger over his forehead. Y/N reached up to place a long kiss on his cheek, “Except for when you fake being dumb.”

“The nerd thing is really hot.”

[indyanapolis898]

Mastermind

Peter Parker x f!reader

Synopsis: Peter has a crush on you from afar. One day you ask him to tutor you and things go from there.

Note: This really doesn't follow any specific canon from the movies.

"You know staring at Y/N won't make her like you."

Peter's head shot up at the sound of a voice behind him, that of MJ's. 

"W-what are you talking about?" Peter chuckled awkwardly, doing a horrible job of lying. 

"Me and Ned notice how much you watch Y/N. You always bring up any interaction you two have- and so much more! You like her. Just admit it, nerd," MJ explained amid the noisy school cafeteria. 

"So what if I do?" Peter shrugged as MJ sat next to him. 

"You should make a move- oh wait- you're too scared," MJ said with a sly smirk, begging him to fight back, which he did. 

"Nervous? I'm an Avenger! I don't get nervous!" Peter hissed.

"Then go talk to her, Avenger" MJ shrugged like it was the only obvious option.

"Well- I- I just don't want her to think I'm weird."

"Well, then you're out of luck in that regard," she joked dryly. "You two used to be close. Why can't you spark up a conversation about, like, the past?" 

"'Cause it's random, and also, we were friends in middle school! That was a while ago, MJ!"

"OK, Parker, I give up. Enjoy your futile people-watching."

Peter watched as MJ walked away to the lunch line. She wasn't wrong. He was too scared to even consider being near Y/N. 

The boy sighed, going back to eating his lunch after you left the room. 

___

"Alrighty!" Mr. Harrington clapped his hands together. "We have a new member for this semester's Academic Decathlon!"

The club whispered among themselves in anticipation of who it could be. Peter glanced up from his book when, of course, you entered the classroom with a new copy of the textbook. 

"I'm sure you all know Y/N, so welcome her into the club and help her get acquainted with the material for today's practice."

You smiled shyly at the group, waving and going to take a seat in the open chair next to Flash.

Peter silently groaned, letting his head fall onto the desk. Of course, it was you, and of course, you had to sit next to Flash. Flash had an obvious crush on you as well. 

"Peter. Wanna start off today's practice?" Mr. Harrington asked, staring directly at Peter as he lifted his head off his desk. Everyone was looking at him.

Peter sighed, standing up with his textbook to go to the podium to call the questions. 

The first round went by fast. You answered three times, getting all answers right. Peter could feel himself smile every time you rang the bell. 

Peter tried his best to compliment you when you answered during the second round. 

At one point, Peter asked a question the Flash rang in for. Peter watched as the boy mouthed to you: watch this. 

Flash got the question wrong, making you slightly giggle. Peter chucked, as did the rest of the class, at Flash's misplaced confidence. However, Peter wasn't laughing at Flash this time- he was laughing because you laughed. Peter wanted to cling on to any bit of you he could. He was glad Flash's terrible attempt to show off failed. 

After a few more rounds, Peter traded off with another student. Peter didn't want to be like Flash and do a flashy show-off of his skills, but he did want to impress you. 

Peter heard the first question- ringing in as soon as he could. He wasn't confident with his odds but gave a shaky answer, which was revealed to be correct. 

Peter smiled slightly. When he glanced to the left, you were smiling at him, presumably because he aced the question. He smiled back at you, hoping this was some sort of connection. You were noticing him!

If that was what it took, he could do it. Peter answered every question he could, getting almost all right. He got a thumbs-up from you once after a question!

___

After practice ended, he was packing his bag to leave when you approached him. Peter felt his heart speeding up dramatically.

"Hey, Peter. Love the jacket," you started things off, making Peter smile and examine his jacket, vowing to wear it more often. 

"Thank you. I... like your shirt. Um- you did good on your first day," Peter gave a tightlipped smile, trying to act normal. 

"Thanks, but you were on fire! Like seriously, some of those questions were insane," you gushed, grinning the whole time.

"Oh, wow, uh, thank you!" Peter stuttered out, causing you to giggle. "You gave great answers, too!" He rushed to follow up.

"Yeah, about that... those were the bare minimum. I joined this club to help raise my grades. Clearly you know your stuff, so... I have the biggest favor to ask."

Peter raised his brows. "Uh, yeah, what's that?"

"So, it's OK if you say no because it's so random, but could you tutor me in some of the subjects covered here? I could really use the help, but again it's OK if y-"

"I'll do it," Peter agreed quickly, blushing at how eager he sounded. You grinned largely. 

"Seriously? 'Cause I could pay you if that's necessary." 

"Y/N, you don't have to pay anything. Honestly, I mean, it's the least I can do for the girl who defended me from Jose in 8th grade," Peter recalled a memory from their past, mentally punching himself for saying something that most likely meant nothing to her.

"You still remember that? Wow, I didn't know I could even make an impact like that," you said, surprised in a good way.

Peter decided to roll with it. "Uh, yeah, I mean, Jose was a jerk, so I was just glad someone stood up for me. So, uh, yeah," Peter awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You shrugged nonchalantly. "Anytime. But yeah, thank you so much for agreeing. When are you free to go over the material?"

Peter supposed one evening without Spider-Man wouldn't hurt. "Tonight," he said right away. "Um, like five?"

"Can do. At the library?"

"Absolutely."

"See you then, Peter. Thanks again," you waved at him as you left the class to go to your next. 

___

"So, you're telling me that all you had to do was be nerdy, and she just came up to you?" MJ recounted Peter's story in a tone laced with disbelief.

"Yes! Seriously. If you didn't have to miss today's practice for your re-do test, you would've seen it! So, believe it or not, I've gotta get to the library soon and tutor Y/N," Peter said cockily, standing up from the barstool at the cafe MJ part-timed at. 

MJ just rolled her eyes but gave a genuine smile. "Good luck. Don't screw it up."

"Thanks? I'll try not to."

With that, Peter slung his bag onto his back and left the shop, library-bound. 

___

The library wasn't awfully busy that weekday, making it easy to find a table in a corner. Peter laid his books and notebooks out, realizing you wouldn't know where he was, nor did he have your number to text you. 

Everything worked out, however, when you wandered into the back section he was sitting, looking lost. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him, making Peter's stomach churn in a good way.

You walked with a purpose over to the table, sitting your stuff down. "I was looking all over for you," you grinned, not meaning it in a guilt-tripping way. 

Peter realized he actually had to reply instead of staying in a daydream. "Oh- yeah. I sat here and realized you might not be able to find me, but luckily you did."

"Yeah, it only took like, seven different aisles," you laughed before opening your notebook.

Peter couldn't tell if he was just nervous or if he just loved the sound of your laugh, but his heart raced. 

"So, I was thinking... we could piggyback off what we did in practice today?"

"Sounds good. I'm sure whatever I learn will be good when you're teaching it," you said, laying your chin on the palm of your hand. 

Peter could feel his face heat up. He ducked his head down to the textbook and chuckled. "Yeah... I- uh- just start in on page five right here."

For thirty minutes, Peter was able to impart some knowledge your way. After you two finished a chapter, you turned to Peter with a closed-mouth smile. "This has been really helpful, thank you."

Peter frowned. "You're done?"

You continued smiling. "Just for today, yeah. But I'm really hungry... do you wanna get something to eat?"

Peter perked up at the invitation to continue spending time together. "Yeah, I'd love to!" He said very excitedly, to which you just giggled. 

"OK, c'mon. I'll show you this really good Thai place I like down the block."

You and Peter collected your things, exiting the library together to walk down the sidewalk to the restaurant of choice.

"So, you had that Stark Internship, right?"

"Yeah- still do, actually. I'm still just the young guy, though."

"Hey, they'll realize what a dedicated worker you are, and when they do, they'll have to give you more opportunities."

"You think so?"

"You seem like you have a great work ethic, Peter, so yeah, I do think so."

Peter just grinned, looking down at the sidewalk. You were making him nervous.

___

The restaurant you two entered was moderately nice for a casual New York City restaurant. 

You both ordered at the counter and then sat at an empty table.

Peter wanted to try and flirt, but he knew he'd be super awkward and make things weird. Nevertheless, he still attempted to gain your favor.

"You caught on really fast with the Academic stuff. It was like you already knew it! So, I guess you're a natural."

You looked away and grinned. "Thank you. I- um- guess I just needed a few reminders, is all."

Peter cocked a brow, but their food was placed in front of them at that moment. The two ate, sharing conversation about middle school and how annoying some of their classes were now. 

Somehow, the topic got moved on to Flash. 

"You know Flash has a thing for you," Peter decided to throw bait into the water as the pair left the restaurant, being that they had finished their food.

You furrowed your brows. "Yeah, I know. We actually have two classes together- three counting Decathalon now. He hits on me every day. It gets tiring really fast."

"What?" Peter exclaimed in fake shock. "You don't appreciate all his futile attempts to be a womanizer?"

You laughed and shook your head. "Crazy, right? I might be the only one who doesn't. I just- I just already have my eyes on someone else."

"Oh," Peter mumbled aloud, regretting how disappointed he sounded. "Um... is it weird to ask-"

"Who it is?" you cut him off. "Yeah, I was hoping you would've guessed by now," you stopped walking, Peter doing the same, peering at you with confusion. 

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be invasive. I-"

"It's you, Peter. I've been trying to flirt with you and give you hints, hoping you'd make a move," you chuckled to fill the air.

"Oh... Oh!" Peter put a hand to his chest. "You," he pointed at you, then back at himself. "Like me?"

"Yes!" You desperately hoped he felt the same.

"I- woah. I really like you too, Y/N," Peter sputtered out.

"Really? Because I was starting to think my plan failed."

"Plan?"

"You said it yourself in the restaurant... I already knew that stuff we were learning. I don't need tutoring. I just decided to ask you so... I dunno," you looked away embarrassed. "So we could do something outside of school."

When you looked back up, Peter was grinning widely. "You made a plan just to be with me?" 

You nodded. 

"That's- wow. I was trying to drop hints all day too, but I suck at anything flirting-wise. I was just excited you kept asking to do stuff, but you planned this all along. You made the dominoes fall until we were here."

"I didn't know this would be how I confessed, but yeah. I don't need tutoring when I'm the mastermind," you joked and shrugged.

"Maybe it's my turn to do something..." Peter looked into your eyes, searching your face. "Can I kiss you?"

You leaned in, letting that be your answer. His lips met yours as you two kissed in the darkening evening. The cool Queens air hit the side of your face as you pulled away, catching your breath. 

"Was that good? Because I'm definitely not an expert."

You just giggled. "Yes, it was great, Peter."

"Can I walk you home?" Peter pursed his lips, waiting for an answer.

You nodded and thanked him graciously with another kiss. With that, you two set off toward your apartment as the street lights flickered on in the chilled air.

___

"...And then we kissed. Boom! In your face!"

MJ rolled her eyes and laughed while Ned clapped Peter on the back.

"Dude! You got a girlfriend!"

Peter chuckled at Ned's enthusiasm. Peter's phone dinged at that moment. It was a text from you. 

"Gotta go, guys. Peter has a second date today with Y/N."

"Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?" 

"Yep, deal with it!" Peter called, already out the door of the cafe. 

___

You were waiting at the subway station. Peter jogged down the stairs, joining you to enter the train and go ice skating. 

You reached your hand out, Peter taking it as you two entered the train. 

It was only the second date, but you knew Peter was going to make you happy. You simply looked up at Peter, smiling, which he returned with his signature grin.

The train's doors shut, and you two were carried away down the tracks, ready for what was to come. 

[agentianlegend]

Fire with Fire Chapter 14: The Haunting of Flash Thompson

A DP x MCU Spider-Man crossover! Read it on AO3 or FFn

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Chapter Summary: Midtown reacts to an unexpected fallout of the FAHM night events. Meanwhile, the Academic Decathlon team is choosing a location for their annual haunted house fundraiser, but their first choice is allegedly *actually* haunted. Why not call on the Fenton siblings to come investigate?

A Very Special Episode of Fire with Fire: Halloween edition! ���👻

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"Every Halloween, the Academic Decathlon team does a fundraiser," Peter explained. "A haunted house."

Danny rolled his eyes. "And what exactly does that have to do with me? I suck at being scary. Just ask Jazz."

"True," she agreed, swallowing a bite of her salad. "Least ghostlike boy I know."

Danny elbowed her.

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"Fenton, you good?" Flash asked.

"Y-yeah, fine," Danny replied. "Just…weird vibes. Did you guys not feel that?"

They all shook their heads.

"Danny, I swear to God, you better stop messing with us," Ned threatened with a quiver.

"I swear, I'm not!" he defended. Regardless, as Danny eyed the quivering beam of Ned's phone's flashlight, a seed of an idea was planted.

[symbiotic-slime]

late again BUT my fic for @venomfest week 5 is done!! it's a short drabble about the Venom Symbiote exploring their relationship through the different forms of symbiosis: parasitism, commensalism, and mutualism!

[himbofrankenstein]

Tendrils Entwined Update 33: Life After Venom 3

Finally wrote out a chapter in the after affects of Venom 3 & Venom War #4. Both were as bad as each other and because of that I think its important the fics should continue.

Hope you enjoy the update, its a long one!

The Rise, a nightclub that was situated in the main. With curfews in this suburb and the city, nightclubs run a little differently now. The owners had had to make their own night. Most started with blacked out buildings letting no light in. From then most moved to now underground locations which also seemed to work for extra protection with dangers that loomed out and about above. This club was more a favored one among all, which added to the atmosphere around, least for those local. Neon signs welcomed them as Eddie and the Other approached the entrance, meeting people coming and going, lost in talk and laughing loudly. Already the energy was felt in the air.

Linky:

[s10127470]

Meet the Spider Family

Hey there folks!

I'm back again with another post about Spider-Man!

But luckily, this one isn't gonna possibly give me a hernia.

I'm here today to introduce you to the main cast of my upcoming fanfic, Spider-Man: Family Values, which will be premiering next month during Thanksgiving week.

I don't really have much of a intro to this, so we're just gonna ahead and get in.

Spider-Man:

Real Name: Peter Parker

Age: 28

Height: 5'9

Weight: 162 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has a lean and muscular build, fair skin, brown hair in the form of a mullet with his trademark frontal bangs, and hazel eyes.

Relationship Status: Married

Causal Outfit: A red sweater with a white, long-sleeved collared shirt underneath, a open blue jacket, blue jeans with rolled up cuffs at the bottom, red and white sneakers, and round lenses glasses.

Hero Outfit:

-Still goofy and kinda silly, but also mature and very empathic.

-Is a HAPPILY MARRIED to Mary Jane and the proud father of Mayday Parker.

-An amazing and valuable mentor to Miles and many of the other younger superheroes.

-Works part-time as a substitute teacher at his old high school, Midtown High. He's essentially kind of a stay-at-home dad and house husband, which gives him more time to patrol the streets.

-Always visits his dear Aunt May.

-A true friend.

-Well-liked and respected by nearly all of the superhero community.

-Honorary member of The Fantastic Four and a part-time Avenger.

-Still the Friendly Neighbor Hero we all know in love.

Mayday Parker:

Age: 5

Height: 3'4

Weight: 49 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has a slim build, fair skin, long brown hair, and green eyes.

Relationship Status: Single

Casual Outfit:

-A little ball of hyperactive joy and wonder.

-Inherited her father's goofiness.

-Also inherited his spider powers. Luckily, Peter is helping her learn how to control her strength.

-Currently in kindergarten.

-Wants to follow in her father's footsteps and continue his legacy, which while touched by, makes Peter a little concerned.

Mary Jane Watson-Parker:

Age: 28

Height: 5'10

Weight: 130 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has an hourglass figure with a top heavy build, fair skin, long red hair with her trademark bangs, red lips, and green eyes.

Relationship Status: Married

Casual Outfit: A green navel-bearing sweater, blue jeans with a black belt and gold buckle, and black Mary Jane heels.

-Confident and free-spirited, but also loving and understanding.

-Got with Peter during their college years, and eventually got married shortly after graduation.

-Works as AN ACTRESS, MODEL, AND FASHION DESIGNER. She also pays the apartment's rent (thanks to how much she makes from her career), hence why Peter only has a part-time job.

-Has a stash of weapons just in case of a potential home invasion. Her favorite is the shotgun.

-Always thinking of new suit ideas for Peter.

Shadow Spider:

Real Name: Miles Morales

Age: 18

Height: 5'9

Weight: 165 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has a lean and slightly muscular build, dark skin, brown hair in the same style from the Spider-Verse films, dark brown lips, and brown eyes.

Relationship Status: Dating

Casual Outfit: A red hoodie with a white X-Men symbol at the center, black shorts, black socks, and red and white Nikes.

Hero Outfit:

-Cool, friendly, artistic and street-smart.

-Has been a Spider person for about 4 years now.

-Peter and Mayday see Miles like a brother.

-Is a freshman at Empire State University, majoring in art.

-Currently dating Hailey Cooper.

-Works as a freelance artist.

Venom:

Real Name: Eddie Brock

Age: 38

Height: 6’5 (7’5 as Venom)

Weight: 270 lbs (470s as Venom)

Physical Appearance: Has a broad and muscular build, fair skin, scruffy blonde hair in something of a flattop style, a beard, and blue eyes.

Relationship Status: Divorced

Casual Outfit: A black T-shirt, blue jeans, and tan army boots.

Hero Outfit:

-Was once Peter's greatest enemy and hater, but eventually became his friend and one of his most trustworthy allies.

-Awkward, a little reversed, and pretty goofy (especially as Venom).

-Is not only Mayday's honorary uncle, but also her godfather.

-Still works at The Daily Bugle as a reporter.

-Was previously married to Anne Weying and they owned a dog named Woody together. But due to his previously slipping sanity and madness caused by Peter, she left him and took the dog with her. To this day, Eddie is still ashamed by this and wishes to patch things up with Anne and Woody, but doesn't know if he can.

Agent Anti-Venom:

Real Name: Flash Thompson

Age: 29

Height: 6’3 (5'3 while in wheelchair)

Weight: 170 lbs (470s as Venom)

Physical Appearance: Has a broad and muscular build, fair skin, long curly blonde hair with frontal bangs that cover his eyes, a stubble beard, and no legs.

Relationship Status: Single

Casual Outfit: A blue T-shirt and tan shorts.

Hero Outfit:

-Was once Peter's bully, but grew to become his closest friend.

-Still quite prideful and boastful, but far more humble than when he was a teenager.

-Is Mayday's other honorary uncle.

-Dropped out of the college to serve in the Army.

-Lost his legs during his service. Usually gets around in either a wheelchair or with a pair of prosthetic legs.

-Works as the gym teacher at his old high school, Midtown.

Silk:

Real Name: Cindy Moon

Age: 27

Height: 5'7

Weight: 130 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has an hourglass figure with a well-rounded and muscular build, light skin, long black hair, pink lips, and black eyes.

Relationship Status: Dating

Casual Outfit: A black bandeau, blue sweatpants jeans, and black sandals.

Hero Outfit:

-Was an old classmate of Peter's who mysteriously disappeared one day during high school. The reason why was because during the Midtown sophomore field trip to Oscorp, Cindy found herself bit by a radioactive Golden Silk Orb Weaver spider. Unfortunately, she caught the attention of the company and soon enough, found herself whisked away by them to an off-shore facility, where she was experimented on like a guinea pig for the next 10 years. Luckily, she was discovered by Peter and Felicia, who promptly broke her out.

-Suffers from a bit of social anxiety, so she tends to come off as quiet and quite reserved. But she's ultimately quite caring, friendly and imaginative.

-Isn one of Mayday's honorary aunts.

-Is currently dating Felicia.

-Shares an apartment with Flash.

-Works at The Daily Bugle as a journalist. Usually works close with Eddie.

Black Cat:

Real Name: Felicia Hardy

Age: 29

Height: 5'11

Weight: 125 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has an hourglass figure with a well-rounded build, light skin, long platinum blonde hair, black lips, and green eyes.

Relationship Status: Dating

Casual Outfit: A black crop-top, black leggings that bear the G-string of her thong, black heels, and golden neck rings (with similar sets on her arms).

Hero Outfit:

-Thanks to Peter, Felicia has given up her thieving ways. But she hasn't gotten rid of her skills though. She's now uses them as a private detective instead.

-She's the founder of Cat's Eye Investigations, which she runs with street-level heroes Tarantula and Humbug.

-Still flirtatious and sassy, but does have a lot of sincerity and heart.

-Is one of Mayday's honorary aunts.

-Despite her previous romantic feelings for Peter, she holds no ill will towards MJ. Essentially since she's moved on to someone else (Cindy).

Well that's all for now!

Let me know what you guys think about this little family idea of mine! Definitely planning on doing some more with other Marvel characters!

[xxcocoiiixx]

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞

[remarcely]

How To Cover For Your Vigilante Classmate- Remarcely AO3 [MCU Spider-Man Fanfic]

“Your shoe’s untied.”

“Hm?” Peter jerked around at a tap on his shoulder. Michelle was stood behind him, pointing down at the floor, and he followed it down to find that his left shoe was in fact untied “Oh, thanks.”

“Figured you’d want a heads up before you trip and smash something.” She shrugged and wandered off, staying far from the rest of the groups of their classmates. It wasn’t hard to duck out of sight, the museum was littered in glass cases and exhibits, and it was mere seconds before MJ had disappeared from sight all together.

He crouched down and began to retie his laces, leaning his shoulder slightly against the wall to keep his balance. As he was tying it off, pulling the double knot nice and tight, a familiar buzz began and hovered in the back of his mind. Peter stayed crouched on the floor but moved closer to the window, following the buzz, in a weird crawl.

Outside, down the street, there was a totally inconspicuous black van parked up on the curb, right outside the bank. Anyone else, like the pedestrians walking past the van without a second glass, might have brushed it off and paid the car little thought. Not Peter. If the little buzz was to be trusted- and after all the dodged knives and bullets it was only fair to put his faith in it- it was trouble. He stared at the van- no logos or dents, and the license plate was blocked by another car.

“Uh, Peter?”

He jumped and landed butt-first on the floor, looking up to see a confused Ned standing above him.

“Ned!” He whisper-shouted and beckoned for him to crouch down too “Someone’s about to rob the bank across the street! You’ve got to cover for me, man.”

“What?” Ned whispered back and lightly whacked Peter in the shoulder “Are you kidding me? The last time for you I got detention for like a week!”

“No one told you to tell the librarian you were watching porn, my guy, that was all you.” Peter glanced back to the window. A guy, dressed in casual clothes, sunglasses and baseball cap pulled down to cover his face in shadow, was leaned up against the van. His hands were in his pockets and he glanced up at the bank ever few seconds, eyeing the security inside “I’ve got to go, man, I’ll be like ten- maybe fifteen minutes max.”

“What are we whispering about?” MJ jumped up close behind, her sneakers stomping on the ground, and smirked when the boys flinched and Ned joined Peter on the floor.

“Peter needs us to cover for him because someone’s trying to rob a bank.”

“Say no more.” She grinned and walked away; no further explanation needed.

-

One minute, a quick costume change, and a bank alarm later, Ned was visibly sweating as he tried his best to look as normal as possible. He walked about for a short while and stopped by an interactive exhibit, dragging his finger across a table-screen to fast forward and rewind the timeline on the animation. However, he paid it no attention, and instead stared at the clock hung up on the wall, each tick passing agonisingly slow.

When Betty approached him, Ned gulped and sent her a shaky smile.

“Ned, are you feeling alright?” She frowned sympathetically and reached out to place a hand on his forehead “Wow, you’re really sweating. Do you need some water?”

“I-uh, no I’m fine, it’s just, I um… have IBS?” He stammered and mentally slapped himself in the face for the answer.

“Oh!” She took a small step back and wiped her hand on her skirt, talking slowly “Do you… need to go, or something?”

“No, I’m just constipated?” Ned wanted to curl up in the corner and just die.

“Ah, alright.” Betty nodded and awkwardly tried to change the subject, looking around the hall “Hey, where’s Peter? You guys are joined at the hip half the time.”

“H-He also has IBS.” He shook his head and shut his eyes. Goddamn it “He said he felt sick, he’ll be back soon.”

“Alright, I’m gonna… leave now. Hold in there, buddy.” She patted his shoulder; she was standing so physically far away from him at that point she had to slightly lean to even reach him.

-

In a place where every nook and cranny held some sort of artifact or sign, it was surprising MJ had found a space to tuck herself into. Her legs were squished into the spot with just enough space to rest her sketchbook on them, open to a half blank page with the beginnings of the tour guides strained-customer-service-smile as she answered questions for her classmates.

Mr Harrington found her there, his eyes a bit wild and hand permanently plastered across his face in worry “Ah, Michelle. Good to see you’re still here- where’s Mr Parker? I’m doing a headcount and I can’t seem to find him.”

“Who?” She didn’t stop drawing, working on the shadows around the eyes.

“Y’know, Peter? Your friend?”

“I know a Paula, is that who you mean?”

“No, I mean Peter. Come on, I need to make sure we haven’t lost anyone.”

“I don’t know a Peter, sir, do you need to sit down for a bit?”

-

After a few minutes of being thoroughly confused by MJ, Mr Harrington went in search of Ned instead and found his student in the gift shop, turning the rack of postcards. He clapped his hands and walked towards him, hoping for an answer that actually made sense.

“Ned, you wouldn’t happen to know where Peter has run off to, would you?”

The boy froze and quickly plucked a postcard from the mix, turning his head away from his teacher to look intently at the art “Oh, he um, his tooth fell out.”

“What, really?” Mr Harrington took a step forward as his voice rose slightly in panic “How? Did he hit his face on something? Is it bloody? Do I need to call an ambulance?” He lowered his voice for the last question, getting closer to Neds face .

“No, it was a uh-” Ned narrowed his eyes, deep in thought on how to climb out of the hole he’d just dug “-a baby tooth.”

Mr Harrington paused “Peter is sixteen, Ned.”

“He’s a late bloomer?”

-

MJ had moved onto her next drawing- an old man squinting at an exhibit as he tried to read the label- when Flash strolled her and hit her knee to grab her attention. Pencil freezing on the page, she slowly looked up to glare at him and felt a hint of satisfaction when he took a cautionary step back.

“What do you want Eugene.” She muttered lowly, turning back to her book.

“Where’s Peter?”

She sighed and shook her head “Eugene, I don’t know anyone called Peter.”

“W-What?” He stammered and looked around, as if searching for a hidden camera “Yeah you do, where is he?”

“This is a weird joke to make, skip to the punchline.”

“What punchline?” Flash stared at her in disbelief “You literally have a picture of him, it’s your background!”

“That’s a stock image, Eugene.” She shook her head again and sent him a withering glance, as if it were obvious.

“You’re being so fucking weird.”

“I agree, it is strange I have a random stock image as my background.” She moved on from the old mans sketch, finding the face Flash was pulling at her far more interesting.

-

Having watched the man jog around the museum while counting his students, Betty waved over Mr Harrington.

“Ah, Betty, have you seen Peter?”

“He’s probably by the toilets, sir.”

He thanked her and jogged off to follow the signs in the direction of the restrooms.

-

As promised, not twelve minutes later an out-of-breath Peter rounded the corner, back in his civilian garb with the Spider-Man suit tucked safely at the bottom of his backpack. The only thing off was a small bruise starting to form on his cheekbone, barely noticeable unless you were up close, and the thing would likely be healed before they even got on the bus home. Thankfully, the fight had been easy as pie and a bank employee had already called the cops, leaving Peter to simply web the guys up and check on the hostages.

As he crossed the hall, he bumped into a sweat-drenched Ned, who grabbed him by the shoulders on sight, shaking him slightly.

“You have IBS and a missing tooth.” Ned looked him dead in the eyes with a face unnaturally serious for the utter nonsense he’d just uttered.

“No? I don’t?”

“Listen man, I panicked and now Mr Harrison thinks you knocked a baby tooth out and Betty thinks we have irritable bowel syndrome.”

“I’m sixteen, Ned, why the hell would I still have baby teeth?” Peter shut his eyes in despair, just to open them a beat later “Why do we both have IBS?”

“I panicked!”

They were interrupted by Flash, still stood next to MJ who he’d been arguing the entire time and all but shouted while pointing madly pointing at Peter “See! He’s real!”

“Eugene, most people stop seeing their imaginary friends by the time they hit high school.”

[kenny-the-blink]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Peter Parker & Flash Thompson Characters: Flash Thompson, Peter Parker, Harrison Thompson, Jessica Thompson Additional Tags: one bed trope, Kinda, Child Abuse, taking care of wounds, forceful medical care, neither of them know what they're doing, Peter Parker destroys a hotel bed, Angst, i have no clue how to tag, no beta we die like men Summary:

Flash tries his best to recover from his father's surprise visit but a school field trip and Peter Parker as a roommate make that very difficult... or easier. He isn't sure

[iridescentparkers]

vanilla palm trees → three - late night talking

vanilla palm trees → three - late night talking

summary ⇢ it’s been years, he should get over it, right? but, peter just can’t. he looks up, he sees her. he goes to bed, he dreams of her. he wakes up, he can smell her. he goes out one night and he sees…her. no, not gwen but his ticket to stop moping around on the anniversary of her death. what is meant to be one quick night of putting sadness on the back burner, is now a blossoming new love that feels all too perfect for peter. was this new woman in his life meant to be? or was this just another set of poorly dealt cards that would leave him walking away empty handed. all or nothing, right? ↝ college!au ↝ one night stand gone wrong trope | masterlist

parings ⇢ tasm!peter parker x female reader

warnings ⇢ alcohol use and sexual themes

a/n ⇢ THANKS FOR 500 AAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAH LFG! love y'all. answer my poll if you can, i wanna write something new. also this one is kinda short!

HE WATCHED as his windows clouded with condensation and fog, making his New York City apartment a bit dreary. Lighting the match on his old gas station matchbox, Peter saw Y/N’s tired reflection stare back at him in the window. 

“You look exhausted,” he remarked as he lit candles around the room. “You should get some sleep. Take my bed.  I’ll sleep out here.” 

“I’m fine,” she remarked, followed by a stifled yawn. “Don’t worry about me. I just hope nothing too bad happened to your circuit.” 

“It’s all good,” he assured. “My roommate texted and said the powers' out on the entire block.” 

 He saw her shiver under her blanket, rubbing her hands quickly back and forth, “If the hand warmers aren’t working, there is always a beer.” 

“I know we aren’t that far in age, but I cannot drink like I used to in college,” she informed, pulling her blanket close to her body. 

He laughed, grabbing a blanket nearby, moving to his couch, and opening one of the beers on the table, “We were both barely drunk.” 

“I was barely tipsy, but my tolerance is still not as good as it used to be. I went to USC. The parties here are tame compared to the LA lifestyle.” 

He lifted the bottle to his lips as she spoke, Y/N's eyes watching his hands. “I’ll take one.” 

“You sure, don’t feel pressured-

“I don’t, I promise." She began. "You already have me in three layers of your clothes. If this isn’t working, what else will.” She stated. 

“You miss it?”

“What? LA?” She asked, and he nodded. 

“Sometimes. I grew up here though. I left to get a drastic change of scenery.” She mentioned, watching him as he took a swig of his drink. 

“What part?”

“Manhattan. My parents owned a gallery for years, both art curators, and when they need me to, my brother and I plan to run the whole thing.” 

“Which one?”

“My Mom’s family gallery, we’ve had it for years.” 

"There is more than one?"

"A couple here and there. That's the biggest one." 

“What’s the name ?”

She hesitated, glancing around his apartment before meeting his eyes again, “The Trenton.” 

That was his favorite gallery, the curations changing every month with local artists that people come from all over the world to see. Peter spat out his beer, the words making him choke, “Holy shit-”

She pressed her lips firmly together, pushing her hair away from her face, “Sorry.”

Peter had apologized. Y/N waved a gentle hand, “You’re not the first.” 

“That’s my favorite gallery,” he lit up, drinking more of his beer. 

She smiled, her leg drawing closer to his. “I should take you some time.”

“I’d love that.”  

Y/N shrugged her shoulders as she sipped her beer, leaning back further on the couch. Peter mirrored the position, placing his body even closer to Y/N, “What do your parents do?”

“My Aunt and Uncle raised me,” he informed. “My Aunt May runs a non-profit and my uncle passed years ago, a mechanic.” 

“Peter, I’m so sorry,” she stated, placing a gentle hand on his thigh, rubbing her thumb along his kneecap. 

“It was all a while ago. I’ve been healing for years.”  He smiled, Y/N removing her hand from his leg. The ghosts of her gentle hand lingered and he slowly looked down and back up at Y/N as she took another sip of her drink. Peter watched as Y/N moved her lips to the bottle, swiping her thumb along her bottom lip. He looked back up at her eyes, watching as they quickly jolted back and forth. She leaned into him, kissing him hard. After placing her beer aside, him doing the same, she crawled into his lap. She grinded onto him, Peter grabbing her ass as she wrapped her arms around him. She pulled from him, narrowing her eyes at Peter.

“It’s almost 3, and I’m feeling warm,” she whispered, getting out of his lap. “I’m going to get some sleep.”

“Yeah, go ahead. Take my bed.”

She quickly ran to Peter’s room, letting the door crack behind her. Peter followed her down the hallway, slowly peering inside of his room. He watched as she pulled back his neatly made sheets, folding them forward as she got under the covers. He stepped closer inside, veering towards the edge of her bed. 

“If you need anything Y/N, let me know.”

She shifted to sit on her knees, eyeing Peter in his stance. Ending the space between them, she crawled closer, grabbing his hand as he stood before her. “Stay with me.”

She was glowing, the same way as she did in the bar, even like this. There was something so angelic about her touch, hell her entire being. He wanted nothing more than to fall into her and see all of her, but he couldn’t. 

“Please.” She asked, placing a warm hand under his shirt, and moving her fingers along his abdomen. 

“Please.”

She put her other hand along his cheek, her face almost touching his. “Okay.”

He nodded, looking down at her lips. She pressed her lips on his gently, slowly pushing herself further into him. Peter broke the kiss stating, “We shouldn’t, I’m not that intoxicated.”

“I’m not either, I swear.” She assured, kissing along his neck. 

“Still, just to be safe.”

He grabbed her hand, holding it to his chest before moving her to one side of his bed. Lying down, he moved her hand around his torso, allowing her to tuck her head into his neck. 

“Peter?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you blow out all of those candles?”

In the morning, Peter awoke before Y/N, his body now to her backside. The apartment was still chilly but it felt amazing. The warmness between them was so natural and comforting that it left Peter not wanting to let go. 

“Good morning.” 

With her eyes closed, Y/N greeted Peter, her words still mumbled with sleep. 

“Morning,” he greeted back, kissing the back of her neck. “How are you feeling?”

“Warm,” she smiled, running her hand along Peter’s arm. She turned over, her face about an inch from Peter’s to place a lazy kiss on his lips. She drew her hands up and down his back as he gripped the side of her face. Her tongue moved lazily in his mouth, and his response muffled in moans of pleasure. 

“Woah there bossman!” A voice yelled,  “You’re breaking roommate rules It's 10 AM.”

The two broke apart and Peter jolted from his lying position, “Shit.”

“Who’s that?” Y/N asked, sitting up.

“My roommate.”

“Alcohol, candles, blankets, pillows,” Harry noted, his voice growing closer to Peter’s door. “Parker! I’m so proud of you!”

“Parker? Who’s Parker?”

“It’s my last name,” He hurried, getting out of bed. “Listen I-”

With his hand over his eyeballs, he walked up to Peter’s door, “Now I’m not coming in, but I would just like to say, this is a monumental event that will go down in Osborne and Parker history.”

“After years, Parker’s got his groove back!"

“Harry!”

[agentianlegend]

Fire with Fire is updating this week, and it’s a Very Special Episode: Halloween Edition!

Get caught up on AO3 or FFn!

[grahambaham]

PJO & SPIDER-MAN FIC REC

Cracticus tibicen by AlzazelSustrai

Summary:

Flash Thompson hates water polo days. He's definitely not a simp, as the internet lingo calls the, not for the handsome stranger who walks in looking for Peter Parker one day. Absolutely not. No way. He could never. Be a simp, that is. Obviously.

A funny one-short of Percy from Flash's point of view.

[himbofrankenstein]

Something new???

New chapter up for my new fic. Oh its something alright....

However no war has ruled longer than the one barely seen by the eyes of a mere mortal. Places no mortals should dwell. One of beauty, one of corruption and the in-betweens. A story for each and all lies deep in the history of the universe. Religions, science, all different beliefs have their own takes. Whichever you believe in, creation, the big bang, that is up to you. But it seems you know what I am talking about. Heaven, Purgatory, the Living and Hell. 

Layers of each universe that pass through the realms, dimensions, everything. This will always be the biggest war, the war between Heaven and Hell. Demons and Angels, God vs God. The Light and the Dark. Maybe that part you don’t know so much about. 

Curious?

[newwwwusername]

Spider-Man (2017 Cartoon) - Flash/Peter - Cleft Awareness Month Prompt 21 : Words

Prompt : Write a fic exploring a character's (this character has a cleft lip and/or palate) thoughts, feelings, etc. on terms considered to be outdated or offensive regarding their cleft. Headcanons : Peter has a cleft lip, Dyslexic!Flash, Autistic!Peter (if you squint) Author's note : Please don't use this fic as a guide for this sort of thing. As a person with a cleft, most of what I have Peter say aligns with my own opinions (though I don't really mind any of the words), but it varies largely for each person so if you have a friend or know someone with a cleft and you're wondering about what words are better to use, just ask them

Flash was trying to improve himself, be a better man.

He supposed that started with Peter.

It wasn't that he'd ever been horrible to the smaller guy. Sure, he'd push him around a bit and call him unsavory names when his jock friends were around, but he'd always had a good heart in there, and his support of Spider-Man (though he didn't know that Peter was Spider-Man) definitely helped Peter see him in a brighter light.

But still, he could be better.

His mind eventually wound up on the topic of Peter's upper lip. It was something he himself was always careful not to comment on, but there had been plenty of times when his jock friends would poke fun at it and he stood by idly as they did so.

That made him feel a bit sick, so he began doing some research on how best to handle that topic, so he could be as sensitive to it as possible and try and make up for his quiet enabling of the other jocks' rude behavior.

The issue was that, well, Peter's deformity, while more common than most facial differences, was still relatively rare, so it was hard to find any clear-cut answers as to what words and phrasing were considered acceptable.

Even the word deformity seemed to be of some debate. Some people didn't mind it or even used it themselves for a quick descriptor when they didn't feel like explaining what a cleft lip was. Others considered the term outdated and distasteful.

Harelip came up quite a few times in his research as well, though this one was more generally agreed upon to be offensive or, at the very least, outdated.

Other words like disfigurement, facial difference, and just cleft on its own came up and he found himself growing more and more confused.

He eventually caved and shot Peter a text.

spider_fan : yo tiny tutor

peter.parker : Hey, Flash. What's up?

spider_fan : i was locking into ur cleft lip things

spider_fan : **looking **thing

peter.parker : Okay..?

spider_fan : cuz yknow i wanna be like nife or whatver so i thought id ask what words im supposed 2 use when yalking ab it

spider_fan : **nice **whatever **talking sorry for all the typos im baf st this

spider_fan : **bad **at

Peter chuckled lightheartedly to himself as he read those few messages. He almost felt bad for laughing- He knew it wasn't really Flash's fault. He was Dyslexic, he couldn't help it.

He still found it the tiniest bit funny, though.

peter.parker : No worries in regards to the typos 👍 I can understand you just fine.

peter.parker : Circling back to the cleft thing, what words were you wondering about?

spider_fan : oh uh hold on i had em erotten down on my cpu

spider_fan : deformity. harelip. disfigurement. facial difference. cleft.

peter.parker : Oh boy. Hold on.

peter.parker : Deformity - I don't have any strong feelings on it either way. It's not very specific, but it gets the idea across fine. I don't mind it so long as it's not used in a derogatory way.

spider_fan : good 2 know

peter.parker : Harelip - I think some people find it offensive. I'm not necessarily offended by it, but I don't like it either. It's just really outdated and no one really calls it that anymore unless it's in a mean way.

peter.parker : Disfigurement - I don't *hate* it necessarily, but it just feels very extreme for how mild the scarring/misshapenness of my lip is.

peter.parker : Facial difference - I think that's the most politically correct placeholder term. I don't think I've ever used it, but it's fine.

peter.parker : And cleft - My favorite because that's what it's called, but I do understand that explaining what it means can be a bit annoying in the middle of a conversation.

spider_fan : thx tiny tutor

spider_fan : i wil keep all this in mind

peter.parker : Thank *you* for reaching out to ask about it, Flash.

peter.parker : I can see you're trying to be a better person, and I'm proud of you.

spider_fan : :)

Flash shut off his phone screen and laid it face-down on his chest, smiling to himself.

Do not repost on other sites! If you want to participate in this month's challenge, there are 31 cleft-centered prompts that you can find here

[thefriendlyferretwriter]

I did it!

I found a solution to my problem!

It still lags a bit but by splitting the chapter in two in different docs I am able to edit the chapter again! and believe it or not, the lag sent me to re-read the chapter and add scenes in!

I'm so happy to announce I am back on track!