' ' ( flash thompson. ) ' '

indie flash thompson. written by skylar. tracking; iigetit

[iigetit]

"Hey Flash." Gwen smiled, waving at him. "You okay?"

            Flash looks up to see the girl from his place as he sits outside             by himself on the old paint chipped bleachers. ” Hey Gwen. “            He manages to give her a small smile and a nod. ” Yeah , I’m            okay. ” He lies and shifts in his seat. ” What are you doing out            here? I thought you sat with Parker at lunch. “

[ingwenious-deactivated20151222]

"Thanks Gene." She grinned and messed his hair. "And alright, but if you need anything, at all, don’t heisitate to tell me, or text me, and if you need more help, dad can do the dirty job." She pecked his cheek. "So, how’s going on in the dating world? We do know you’re a chick magnet, bae." Gwen said to try to cheer him up, making someone laugh was one of her best features.

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              Flash couldn't help but get a small smile on his face as the girl pecked his cheek. " Thanks blondey. I'll make sure to do that." That next question makes Eugene laugh softly and shake his head. " Bae? Really? " He raises an eyebrow but licks his lips and shrugs. " Haven't really bothered with dating honestly. Too busy with basketball. " Flash purses his lips. " What about you? "

[sheridangrant]

"Could you come with me later, after school? Well, if you’re free that is." she asked, a sweet smile on her lips before she took out her notebook, flipping through some pages before she showed Flash some sketches she made of Spiderman. "I don’t usually show people what’s inside my notebook, but I was thinking of making some t-shirt to sell too."

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        " Yeah -- I can come. I don't have basketball practice until tomorrow." Flash said giving her a small smile. He watches as she opens her sketchbook though and once the pictures are up for him to see he looks over them and his smile widens. " These -- These are actually really good. You should totally make these into shirts. " He points to one in specific. " Especially that one. That one is awesome."

[nxtcompletelyuseless]

Okay, that nickname could seriously go die in a fire.

Harry let his eyes close tightly as he collected himself, already feeling his anger collecting within his chest. He takes out his lab book, opening it so that he could read over the assignment, although the action was more for show than necessity. Normal people would of picked up the hint and decide to assist in the lab…

"Sounds like you’re going." He replied, writing down a few notes. "That’s reason enough to stay home." Granted, he was still considering it… Peter had mentioned the party in an off hand comment, but he already knew that his friend wouldn’t be there. Peter and parties usually didn’t mix well.

He allowed a couple of more moments to pass, blue eyes sweeping over the classroom as he watched - and silently envied - the other students who were already getting started. He takes another look at Flash sketching god knows what in his notepad before leaning his head back in resignation. The heir knew that Flash was just waiting for this, he could feel it. But what other choice did he have…

"… Are you going to fucking help or what?" Okay, maybe not exactly how he had planned to ask.

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        Flash merely hums in response to Harry. " Course I am. Whole basketball team is going. " He says as if that's a obvious fact. A small smirk plays on his lips though. " Nice to know my presence will keep you away. " He's mocking him yet again. Using his finger to smudge some of the pencil markings in order to make a shadow , Flash lets those few moments pass easily. It's not like he should care anyway. Harry didn't want help so that's what he'll get. His eyes snap up at Harry's question though and he can't stop the smile on his lips. It's a small success to him. " You've been doing just fine without me so I didn't think you'd want me to help. " Flash muses , hopping down from the counter and setting his notebook on the black counter near Harry only to lean on it with his elbow. " Or do you actually need me to help you this time? " As soon as Harry admits he needs him , Flash will help. Until then , he's just going to tease.

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[nxtcompletelyuseless]

Ugh, he was absouluty useless!

It would be a stretch to say that Harry expected him to participate, but the least he could do was put in more effort than simply flinging snide comments. He was sure that he was just waiting for when he would snap at him; for the day where he would ‘lose his cool’ and give him a reaction that he was certain Flash was itching for. So, he kept silent— Although it was probably the most painful thing he had to do.

The heir sucked in a deep breath before he entered the class, spotting his ‘partner’ in their usual seats. Clenching his jaw, he approached the desk before allowing his bag to drop onto the floor ungracefully to announce his presence. After reading over the lab last night, he had wondered to himself how he would do this… it wasn’t something that was recommended for one person to do. One slip up, one spill and it was, virtually, over.

"…."

But thier was no way in hell that he would ask for Flash’s help. He was Harry Osborn, he was more than capable of getting an A+ in this class, by his self, blindfolded. Despite this, he chanced a small glare towards the athlete beside him, sighing audibly.

…. But it would be so much easier with a partner who gave a shit.

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Flash doesn't look up until the hears the sigh. Even then he finishes up shading part of the masked man on his page before he pulls his pencil away from the paper and his eyes flicker up as his head slowly comes up. A small smirk comes on his face. Harry knows he can't do this himself. He knows.                         Flash is still going to have his bit of fun though.  " You know , sitting there and sighing is really slowing you down. " His words mock him easily as he tilts his head to the side just slightly. " But that's none of my business. " He concludes as he drops his head once more and continues to add detail.  " You going to the party tonight? Or you too good to be seen there, Princess? " Flash makes small conversation just to prove he's got no interest in helping him with their lab. 

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incxndia liked for a starter

Flash groans as he works on getting the white button up shirt off of his body. The girl had agreed to help him get some new clothes for some end of the year party , and he wasn't having any luck. This shirt's problem was that it was too thin and you could see the bruises and few cuts on his abdomen. Some were from his father , but the fresher ones were from a fight he got into a few days prior after some dickhead was being disrespectful to the very girl infront of him.                " It's too thin. Honestly , there's almost no reason for wearing it.                 It's barely there. " Flash looks up after saying this and begins to                 fold back up the shirt. " Maybe we can go for like a nice sweater                 or something instead? "                                Honestly , it'd make him feel less like a Ken-Doll.

[nxtcompletelyuseless]

Harry stumbled back only a step as Flash intentionally

bumped into him as he passed - despite everything, Flash had a couple of inches over him, and he was an athlete; unlike Harry - and he allowed his eyes to shut tightly for a moment; collecting himself as hot anger washed over him. Of all people… Of everyone in the classroom, and teacher just had to pair him with him…

His jaw clenched as stormy eyes opened once more, glaring at Flash’s idiotic smug expression that he shot him just before taking his leave through the door. Already the boy was filling him with such internal irritation and annoyance that he wasn’t sure how they were supposed to make it through while being forced to work together. This type of shit only happened in the worst of teen movies, but yet here he was.

With a frustrated grunt, Harry also took his leave out of the classroom.

[iigetit]

It's been about three weeks since Harry and Flash were paired up with one another as lab partners. Quite frankly , it was a surprise that they haven't murdered or fought one another yet. Especially with Flash teasing him everyday just to see how far he could last before Harry snapped. Greeting him every morning with a ' hey princess ' as well as a wink had just become a part of his schedule.  Thankfully it was Friday , and he was once again in his favorite class where he could sit back and let his partner do all the work. They had a lab today , and as Harry requested , Flash would not be slowing him down. That's because he was just going to sit back and do absolutely nothing.  Infact , by the time Harry came in , Flash made himself busy doodling Spider-Man in his notebook as he sat on the counter of their work station. This was clearly a two person lab , seeing as someone needed to mix and pour while the other poured another thing at the same time. He'll let Harry figure that out by himself though. Then maybe after making Harry suck up his pride and having to ask for help , he might actually do so.

[smutxmemes]

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NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

[munsonharrington]

My god look at those doe eyes…

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      && i'm hitting the hay for the night since there's school tomorrow.                               night everyone! be on tomorrow!

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"Hey Flash." Gwen smiled, waving at him. "You okay?"

            Flash looks up to see the girl from his place as he sits outside             by himself on the old paint chipped bleachers. ” Hey Gwen. “            He manages to give her a small smile and a nod. ” Yeah , I’m            okay. ” He lies and shifts in his seat. ” What are you doing out            here? I thought you sat with Parker at lunch. “

[ingwenious-deactivated20151222]

                            “Peter’s doing something, or so he said..” Gwen nodded,                             walking, or well climbing towards where he was sitting.                             “And I need to help a friend..” She smiled before sitting                             next to him. “..A friend that’s actually lying, I actually                             believe he’s not okay. Come on, Thompson, are you                             really okay?” The blond asked again as she dipped                             the small white spoon inside her chocolate pudding. 

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          " I barely see him around here anymore. Seems like he's busy             alot lately. " Flash comments  but let's  Gwen sit  next  to him ,             leaning forward to lean on his legs. Giving the other blonde a             sheepish smile , he shrugs. " It's not really anything. Just me             over reacting with some...   family issues. " That's one way to             explain it. He bumps  his shoulder to  hers  lightly. " I'll be fine.             Don't worry about it. " He  reassures  before he  licks  his  lips             and gives her a smile.     " You look nice today , by the way. " 

[traineddamsel-a]

    She wasn’t exactly picky when it came to  dates   ( which  contributed  to  an     impressive list of terrible dates and matching jerks )   but  Flash was different.      They ACTUALLY got along, she ACTUALLY enjoyed being around him rather     than  just  playing  pretend.   Which might have sounded like fun to someone      who didn’t believe her life ( and reputation ) depended on it. 

             ❝ Italian? Romantic. And I just so happen to love it. ❞

             ❝ Congrats on already getting up there in the list of my top dates. ❞

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            ❝ If I'm already up there -- then just wait till the actual date.❞

    ❝ I think you'll be surprised with what I          have up my sleeve ,   Miss Watson. ❞                      They just made the date a few minutes ago , but Flash                      already  has  what  he's  going  to  do  for  her  in  mind.                      Honestly , he's thought  about  what  he'd do for a date                      with M.J. before , so  coming up with  something wasn't                      too hard. It wasn't a difficult thing to put together , but its                      the thought behind it that makes it so...       ROMANTIC. 

[nxtcompletelyuseless]

For two classmates who didn’t know much about

one another outside of whispers and mummers that float through the hallway, they both seemed to know exactly what to say to push each other; whether they knew what effect they had one each other or not. Harry’s jaw clenched in his distaste, blue eyes glaring the other down as they sat in tense silence for a couple of moments; hiding his wince at he could feel Flash’s nails dig into him.

"Mr. Osborn, Mr. Thompson— is there a problem?"

The teacher’s voice carried the usual warning, accompanied by various sounds of curious peers turning in order to get a glimpse of what was going on. As the bell, signifying the end of the period cut through the silence like a knife, Harry’s eyes lingered on Flash for a moment longer before glancing back to towards the teacher, swiping his hand back in the process.

"— Not at all." He responded evenly, rising from his seat along with the other bodies of the classroom. The heir looked back towards his new lab partner, slinging his bag over one shoulder as he could feel the familiar pang of anger in his chest.

Lab Partners. They were stuck together for a whole fucking semester. God help him now.

"Like I said earlier— Do not slow me down, Thompson."

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Flash didn't even blink as the teacher spoke. He instead kept his eyes on Harry as if asking if there was a problem in a mocking yet smug way. There clearly was , but the teacher didn't need to know that. As the bell signaled , Flash loosened his grip upon realizing it was so tight , and let Harry swipe his hand back. Flash took his book in hand as he too stood , grabbing the bag slung over the back of his chair. His eyes never left Harry as he did so when he looked to him and spoke up , the basketball player could only snort as he made his way over. " Right , already made note of it , Princess. Don't worry. I'll let you do your thing. " As he passes Harry , he makes note to bump shoulders with him before he glances over his shoulder. " See ya later , Partner. " A smug grin makes way to his lips as he looks ahead again and exits the room. It would be a miracle if one of them didn't end up killing the other by next week , let alone the whole semester. Needless to say , this was going to be interesting.

[soberiism-blog]

I want a we’ve been in a long distance relationship for over a year now. So I finally deiced to move to your city to be with you without saying. Just so I can surprise you, then when I show up at your door another Guy/Girl opens the door. 

[nxtcompletelyuseless]

As much tension that was rising in the mist of class,

it was a surprise that the teacher hadn’t addressed them already. Perhaps one of the students had noticed… but in high school, most tended to simply mind their own business.

This time the heir’s expression did change; lip curling slightly as his hand twitched at his side. Touch was always an iffy thing for him, and his body tensed at the way Flash’s hand gripped onto his jacket in an act of intimidation. There was a part of him that wanted to disregard the setting and swipe the others hand off of him - perhaps even push him away - but there were way too many people around them. As much as he didn’t care about what people in this school thought of him, he really didn’t want word going back to his father. The last thing he needed was to listen to him go off with a new reason to call him useless.

“‘If what I’ve seen is bad’? That implies that you do an adequate job at making yourself seem tougher than you really are, Thompson. Don’t insult me by making it seem that I’m intimidated by you in any way.” This time he does shove Flash’s hand off of him, hand gripping onto the others’ wrist just as threateningly.

"Do not t o u c h me again.”

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Flash winces as Harry grips his wrist, moving to go and pull away but stops when he realizes it isn't his father. His sleeve covers it , but he already has a bruise there from his dad trying to keep him from running as he screamed in his face telling him how worthless he was. Flash does something he wouldn't with his father and twists his hand so he's gripping Harry's wrist right back.  " If you want see how tough I am , I'll show you. I can promise it's tougher than you'll ever be. But don't tell me what the fuck to do , Osborn. You can get away with your snobby rich kid bullshit with whoever else , but I'm not phased , and I'm sure as hell not going to bust my ass trying to be your friend hoping I can get a few bucks off you like others do. " Flash doesn't even realize he's digging his nails into Harry as he rants to him. He doesn't mean to do that -- he really doesn't -- but in the back of his mind he's thinking of his father and it's... it's making him even more angry. Once again the anger he has toward his  father is being taken out on someone else. 

[nxtcompletelyuseless]

He doesn’t allow his expression to change in correlation

to Flash’s words, although it did bring about a quick flash of irritation. It wasn’t like he was the first - or last - to mock him for his name. So what did it matter that it was coming from Flash of all people?

(Although, it still pissed him off, if only a little.)

So, Harry shifted his weight from one side to the other; using one hand to grasp onto his bag.

"As opposed to you’re method of choice? Don’t let me hold you up from bullying some poor kid into surrender quarters for your bus fare.”

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Flash clenches his jaw in annoyance at this. He hates whenever someone picks at his money issues. No one ever knew the real situation behind that. It's not like that was his fault. His dad was only nice enough to give money on some days and even then he had to make that last for food. The money laying in the shoe box within his closet wasn't to be touched. No , he was almost eighteen now and he knew his father would throw him out the day he was out of school. He wasn't stupid. He could risk to pick every now and then when he first started high  school but now? He couldn't. Besides , every cent in that box had been earned respectfully. Wether it had been shoveling for a few old ladies in the winter or some job in the summer , he had earned it.  So , when he actually makes a move and grabs Harry's jacket with a threatening look in his eye , Flash isn't just picking at the other anymore. Harry has officially joined the shit-list in his head. He clearly has no fear of being caught by the teacher.               (The old hag is blind as a bat and everyone knows it.) " Watch yourself , Osborn. Atleast I can do something by myself. If you think what you've seen is bad -- keep pushing me. I dare you. I won't hesitate to kick your ass just because you think your hot shit. "

[iigetit]

"Hey Flash." Gwen smiled, waving at him. "You okay?"

            Flash looks up to see the girl from his place as he sits outside             by himself on the old paint chipped bleachers. ” Hey Gwen. “            He manages to give her a small smile and a nod. ” Yeah , I’m            okay. ” He lies and shifts in his seat. ” What are you doing out            here? I thought you sat with Parker at lunch. “