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“Over In the corner there…are you alright?”

“I’m fine...” He went over to the corner, expelling the remains of last night’s party. “I know I shouldn’t have come here, Mr. Thompson. I just... it’s better than home.”

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friendlywebslinger:

        it’s odd for peter, to DISLIKE someone as much as he dislikes flash. he’s not a VILLAIN, he doesn’t put peter in any danger. and yet he dreads seeing his face every day more than he dreads getting punched in the face by bad guys off the street. he’s made his life a lot HARDER than he has to, for no good reason at all. and he really doesn’t understand why liz even tolerated him. but everything comes back to her, and how he should probably try and be nice to flash because he’s sure he’s missing her too. plus, he likes to think that liz would be proud of him for being the bigger person. ❝ welcome. ❞ he says with a shrug, trying to make it seem like it’s less of a big deal than it is. ❝ just do me a favor and DON’T call me penis parker in front of my aunt, alright? ❞ maybe that goes without saying, but he’s just giving him a hard time. 

     “Yeah. Obviously. No problem. I mean, it’s just a jackass nickname anyhow. At least I’m walking distance from the library. I’ve been meaning to get off my ass and actually check out those Calculus books you guys keep nagging me about.” After all, the library was probably the best hiding spot, and Jessie loved spending all afternoon reading Nancy Drew. 

     “Oh, by the way, my mom’s going to be staying home all week so she said I could use her work house for a party. If you want to come. She has a hell of a stash.”

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I never knew Flash had it so rough…his father…I couldn’t stay in there for another second…

Webspinners: Tales of Spider-Man Vol 1 9: "The Bridge: Part 3 of 3"

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Bisexual Flash Thompson

Made by: jazzielpunkdixon

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symbiotesoldier:

“I’ve been trying to get them to install a ramp for awhile now.” He sighed, glad he had a hand in getting down the steps without having to worry about faceplanting on the concrete. “…your old man drinks?” he asked, peering back at the kid. “Mine was the same way..used to tell me the same thing, too.”

“Yeah, and it puts him in a mood. And if you’re here... well, thanks for the hope for the future. I mean, I’m not my genius cousin who graduated from med school, but something, you know?” Hitting the bottom stair, an elbow accidentally dug into a sensitive spot, wincing.

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SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

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Somebody: Flash why are you such a dick?

Flash, internally: because I've been forced into single parenthood by a workaholic mother and an alcoholic father who regularly abuses us, I suck at school, and going after easy targets is the only way I don't implode, being forced to continue the cycle my grandfather started after being seriously injured working for SHIELD in the early days.

Flash, externally: ahahaha wouldn't you like to know, prick

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MCU AU in which Frank sees Flash leaving the house with a black eye and busted lip, promptly enters the house, and leaves ten minutes later carrying Jesse on piggyback, saying ‘I’m your father now’

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He’ll save everyone of us

Bonus:

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Flash blinked, taken by surprise by the question. He had just come from his weekly AA meeting, when he bumped into the familiar looking teen on his way out. He cocked his head to one side…trying to place the boy. Was he a student? “Uh…sure, kid. Mind helping me down these steps?”

“Yeah... they don’t have a chairlift here? That has to be breaking some kind of building code.” Flash shrugged, taking the handles of the chair. “I know it’s hard enough to do this without a disability. My dad goes here once in a while. He says it’s hard because it’s a ‘cycle’.”

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[text: flash] nvm about the tea.

[text: flash] just get your ass to practice

[text: mj] i’m on my way just give me a bit jesus i have to walk now

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Hi! So, uh, like for a starter?

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callmcmj:

[text: flash] are asking about starbucks?

[text: flash] just get me an earl grey tea

[text: mj] blech. bergamot.

[text: mj] how strong i’ll make it for u here and charge you $20. that’s the experience, right?

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[text] sorry mj i’m on my way jesse lost something in her room

[text] how does a custom homemade whatever the fuck work?

[text]: hey loser. you’re late.

[text]: again.

[text]: at least bring me starbucks

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Flash looked at the... remarkably familiar-looking guy coming out of a church in a wheelchair. It was the same church his dad went to when he was on the wagon, so he had a feeling he knew what it was for. “You need some help getting home, mister?”

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fckpctcr

— In the midst of starting a snarky comment, the last person Peter thought to run into was Flash. “Seriously, man? Stealing someone’s purse? Isn’t that a little too old school?” He asks the robber, but proceeds to be met with another individual.

— Peter instantly felt flabbergasted, considering he almost forgot about his claim to Flash and the others. But in his mind, he was ready to deal with this, especially right now. “Yeah, Peter? He’s a cool guy. What’s it to you?” He asks, fairly sarcastic sounding but he turns to his peer, mostly out of curiosity.

“Just making sure the punk wasn’t lying. I mean, he lied about Homecoming and Liz’s party.” He tried not to let anything pass, so he tried being casual. “He, uh, he tell you to jack my car? I know that calling him ‘penis’ was a dick move. You know, just me trying to be a funny douchebag, but that car was more valuable than my life.”

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@fckpctcr 🖤

     Since Homecoming came around, Spider-Man was becoming more and more of a presence in Queens. Which was how he saw the said superhero was in front of him, stopping a purse-snatching, the offender’s hand webbed to the wall of a nearby building. 

     Suddenly, he didn’t really care about getting his car stolen and the aftermath, and now he seriously was  going to demand an answer to the claim Parker insisted on making. “Hey... do you know Parker?”