tales from the crip

i'm not an actual gang member, just a mediocre writer with a poor sense of humour

[prettypityprincess]

yes. it has been forever.

and i’m sorry for that. but!! i’m gonna make up for it by writing again. if you guys don’t wanna wait for more flash content, here’s some thor/bruce content!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

featuring mpreg and angst with a happy ending! enjoy 💗

[prettypityprincess]

hey do you mind people messaging you to just chat?

of course not (: please dm if you wanna talk about anything, it doesn’t even have to be writing related.

[prettypityprincess]

Do you currently write on here?

yes, i do! im sort of always writing, but not always posting. requests are always open, and i encourage you to be specific so that i can do the best that i can. i recognize those of you who’ve asked me for things, i have a list! ive just been busy with school and college applications. (: 💛

[prettypityprincess]

“no way!”

pairing: flash & peter friendship

request: nope, but i feel like the people need it

warnings: spiderman far from home spoilers!! swearing

description: headcanons about flash discovering that his classmate, peter parker, is actually, his idol, spiderman

note: i wrote this in one sitting, but the thing that took longest was the cursed image u will see later on

lets get one thing fucking straight, flash thompson is a spiderman stan, okay?

his blog is the main evidence of that, but he also talks about the hero every chance that he gets. 

it’s all “spider-man” this, and “spider-man” that, and “spider-man actually has a really nice butt, you can tell he works out a lot”

even zach, (who’s his best friend and has accepted his obsession) gets a little bit annoyed sometimes

flash doesn’t care though, he admires the hero and isn’t afraid to let everyone know about it

until, one day, while he’s sitting in his room listening to music (trying to appreciate life after he almost died), he gets a google alert for spider-man

the headline shocks him, but the video made by the psycho who tried to kill him, shocks him even more.

peter parker is spider-man

peter. his peter. the poor peter, who he teases and ruffles his hair whenever they pass each other in the hallway

that peter, is spider-man

which, after the inital shock doesn’t seem that impossible to him. in his notebook where he collects all the information he knows about spider-man, he had concluded that the web-slinger was definitely young, male, and still in school. 

it wasn’t that hard to figure out, most of the high schools in the city let out at 3:00 PM, and by 3:15, spider-man always made an appearance

spider-man was in washington, and in europe (under the guise of night monkey) and he saved flash and all of his friends at the end of their trip

so, it was looking a bit less like impossible and more like, really fucking obvious

first, came the embarrassment

if peter is actually who mysterio says he is, then that means that he had been teasing one of the only people he looks up to

spider-man, who he loves, and peter, who he does not love (and if you asked him, he’d furiously deny it) are the same fucking person

shit

so yeah, that hurts his heart a little bit. he freaks out, and debates on whether or not he should text his classmate, but decides against it

because then, came the realization

spider-man peter saved him even though flash was a dick to him. peter is,,, not as bad as he once thought

and spider-man is just greater than ever- a true hero that can put aside petty fights in order to do the right thing 

which leads to, the plan.

now, flash has thousands of followers- not only on his personal account, but on his spider-man blog as well. and a lot of those followers have been blowing up his phone, asking him what he thinks about the ‘revealed identity of spider-man!!??” 

he replies to one message only, and tells them that tomorrow he will be filming a youtube video with his thoughts on the situation

that night (which was probably one of the most eventful of his life, and he’s almost died, like four times) flash makes a long list of evidence for both spider-man, and peter

two days later, hundreds of thousands of people receive a notification for a youtube video titled, “Spider-Man is NOT Peter Parker (Mysterio video DEBUNKED with PROOF!)”

“look, i know peter parker personally, and there is no way that a kid as normal as him is spider-man!” 

“first of all, mysterio is an crazy asshole who tried to kill me. why would anyone believe what he says? spider-man actually saved peter’s life, i think that might be why mysterio targeted him- to get back at spider-man! i’m making sense, people!”

“spider-man’s suit is clearly high tech and expensive, and peter doesn’t have a lot of money- believe me, i’ve been to his house- so how would he be able to afford a suit that looks as classy as spider-man’s?? he wouldn’t be! because he’s not spider-man!”

“here, we have a picture of spider-man without his mask on. i only managed to get a snap of the back of his neck before spider-man saw me, but there’s a clear mole on the back of his neck. here’s a picture of the back of peter’s neck- no mole!!”

“on my list of evidence, i have written that spider-man stands at 5′11, i got this information by being close to him during many life or death situations. but peter, is only 5′6- he’s a fellow short king, like myself. unless you’re ant-man, you can’t make yourself grow and shrink on command.”

“you guys can believe anything you want, but the evidence has been supplied for you to know the truth. do i think peter parker is spider-man?” flash laughs, “no way!”

relief spreads over him when he watches several people comment, ‘i knew this was fake’

he sends a link of the video to peter, along with a message saying, “your secret is safe with me”

if he could do anything to make up for his before, it was this.

a few minutes later, he gets a reply.

“thank you, flash. im serious, this means a lot.”

the brown skinned boy smiles, he wasn’t messing around when he said spider-man inspires him to be a better man. now, he can add someone else to that list.

[prettypityprincess]

guys! send in some asks/prompts, i love getting them! even though i’m writing 4 requests at once right now, for some reason it helps me become more focused if i get more. also! if u send in anon requests, i do see them! i just can’t reply to them :( which is a bummer, but i still encourage everyone to send them in! 

[prettypityprincess]

just saw spiderman far from home! get ready for some more flash content! loved the movie so much shsksbxksm

[prettypityprincess]

white boy flash in amazing spiderman: throws basketballs at peter, literally beats peter up, and breaks his camera

fangirls: 

guatemalan flash in homecoming: lol penis parker

fangirls: fuck flash! flash is transphobic! peter and his 13 aunts would destroy flash in a heart beat! peter would pay bucky to beat up flash! if flash even looks at peter in far from home, i’m gonna personally kick his ass!

fangirls: *writes fics where flash is the villain*

fangirls: *writes fics where tony shows up to peter’s school and makes flash cry*

if you don’t see the problem with this, then you’re part of the problem. 

[prettypityprincess]

the problem with cooking (thor x bruce)

request?: nope, this is all me

titled: the problem with cooking (bruce banner x thor odinson)

warnings: salty language, angst that starts off fluffy, but ends nicely!

...

Thor lets out a long, loud groan, “This is delicious, love.” He praises, mouth full of spaghetti.

His husband smiles a bit shyly, “Yeah? Sorry it’s so late, I just didn’t want us to eat takeout again.”

When Bruce walked through the front door, he was entirely flustered and tired from work, but he still managed to make food for the two of them. They’re sitting at the dinner table now, Thor at one head of the table with Bruce across from him in a chair that was custom made to fit his new, large form.

The blonde man nods enthusiastically, eyes wide in agreement as a piece of noodle slips from his mouth, “‘ay ‘etter “han takeot.”

A giggle reaches Bruce’s green lips, reaching to pull a piece of paper towel off before outstretching it to the messy man.

He takes it gratefully, wiping his mouth before clearing his throat and smiling, “Maybe I can cook something for you.”

Bruce blinks slowly, then furrows his eyebrows.

“What?” Thor questions, smile slowly faltering.

“Nothing.” He rushes, shaking the strange look off of his face. “I just don’t think-“

“It’ll be good?”

Bruce rolls his eyes, “Baby, I’m not saying that, you’ve just never done it before. Maybe I can show you how to-“

“Tomorrow night I shall prepare a romantic dinner for the two of us, no assistance needed.” Thor announces proudly, grin back on his face and in full force.

“Okay.” Bruce shrugs his broad shoulders, an amused smile peeking through. “If you’re sure-?”

The worried confirmation is cut off by soft lips being pressed against those of their speaker. When they pull away, Thor is smiling at him. “Trust me, my love.”

…

Times like this are when Thor finds himself extremely grateful for the Internet. As soon as he woke up, he looked up the recipe for mozzarella sticks (Bruce’s favorite bar food) and spent most of the morning shopping for the ingredients.

They’re easy enough to find, and when he gets home, he almost immediately starts cooking. He has everything planned and timed so that when Bruce gets home from teaching, everything will be finished and candles will be lit.

Now, that time is almost here. He lays a piece of the breaded cheese into the pan full of oil, it sizzles and pops immediately. A satisfied smile spreads across his face, as he watches the pan carefully, making sure to poke at it with a fork a few times before he flips it over.

He chuckles to himself, Bruce really thought he couldn’t do this?

Despite the fact that he’s never had to cook for himself or anyone in his life, he’d say he’s doing pretty well.

Look at him, he has the dipping sauce he made chilling inside the fridge, and now he’s making the mozzarella sticks? On his own?

His husband has nothing to worry about, this is evidence that Thor is completely capable of making food and therefore, taking care of himself when Bruce isn’t home.

It’s sad that his skills were ever doubted.

The unmistakable sound of the front door being unlocked pulls him out of his good mood, along with shuffling and keys being placed in a bowl. “Thor?” A deep voice calls out from the living room.

“Shit,” The blonde man mumbles, “What are you doing home?” He yells back, wiping his hands on a dish towel. When he’s done, he rushes over and halts Bruce’s attempt to enter the kitchen.

The brown haired man blinks, looking up at his husband with amused eyes and red cheeks from the cold, “Hello to you too.”

“Sorry,” Thor groans, crinkling his nose, “I just, don’t want you to see what I’m making yet. It’s not finished.”

“Don’t be sorry, I gave the kids a break and ended the day early. Should’ve given you a warning.” Bruce bends his neck to kiss his nose, and the wrinkle smoothes away. He smiles, “Whatever it is, smells delicious.”

Thor returns the smile, tilting his head a bit. “You know what else smells delicious?”

The man’s bushy eyebrows shoot to the top of his head, “What?”

His husband doesn’t answer, instead standing on the tips of his toes to kiss the surprised look right off of his face. Their lips move together in a comfortable sync, tongues returning to their place together and making Thor’s skin grow hot.

“I missed you.” Bruce huffs out when they part, foreheads pressed together and voice almost in a whine when he says, “College kids are the worst.”

“Aye,” Thor wraps his arms around his husband’s neck and pulls him closer, “But if anyone can handle them, it’s you.” The man’s body melts into the hug, returning it tightly. The blonde wont ever admit it, but he loves being smaller than his love. At first it took some time to get used too, but eventually he cherished the idea of being Bruce’s little spoon.

Bruce hums, enjoying the feeling of his husband in his arms. Then, after a moment, “Did you turn the heater on?”

Thor shakes his head, “No. It’s probably just warm in here because I’m-” His eyes go wide, “My mozzarella sticks!”

In an instant, he pulls away from the hug and shoots back into the kitchen, only to find the pan containing his mozzarella sticks raging with flames.

“Fuck!”

He picks up the handle and drops it once his hand burns, “Fuck!”

“Oh my god.” Bruce exclaims, entering the kitchen with wide eyes. He runs out, returning a moment later with their dusty fire extinguisher. Thor steps back while his husband hastily shoots white foam over the burning flames.

The two of them breathe heavily, Bruce still holding the red extinguisher while Thor holds his hand containing the burn. “You okay?” Bruce pants, looking over his shoulder.

Thor currently has the biggest frown on his face, looking sad and defeated as he stares at the foam all over his kitchen and his attempted dinner. “My mozzarella sticks.”

Bruce sighs, “It’s okay, we can just order some-“

“No.” Thor leans against the fridge as he sinks into himself even more. “I don’t want to order anything, I was supposed to cook for you, and we were gonna drink beer and laugh and-” He stops to sigh.

The brunette man sets the fire extinguisher down on the kitchen floor, “Baby, it doesn’t matter. At least you tried, and even though you screwed up, no one does cooking right on their first try, it’s just not possible. Everyone messes up, everyone-“

“Starts fires?”

“Well…”

Thor groans again, letting his body slide against the fridge to the floor.

“What’s going on?”

The blonde shrugs his shoulders, avoiding the knowing eyes of his husband. The man looks so worried for Thor, and the idea of it almost makes him sick. “You’re doing so well.” He mumbles, barely audible. “After everything, you’re just doing so well. And I’m-“ Thor let's out a laugh, “I’m not!”

Bruce sits next to him on the floor, but doesn’t say anything. Only turns his head, encouraging for Thor to keep going.

“I’ve tried to pretend that this is all easy for me, but you can tell that it’s not. And you- you take days off of work to spend time with me! You cuddle me and we watch movies and you watch me to make sure I’m okay, and I hate it!” God, Bruce has spent his entire life being worried. Worried about his mother, worried about what his father will do to him and his mother, worried about the Hulk, worried about military leaders who are hunting him, and worried about war.

Thor doesn’t want to be another worry.

Bruce found his place at NYU teaching young adults about gamma radiation, because that’s what he loves to do. Thor doesn’t fight anymore, he’s retired his weapons to their basement and he spends most of his time catching up on pop culture and listening to music (he loves Adele). And, he’s happy, because he’s with the love of his life, and he doesn’t have to kill anyone again, and he has time to enjoy simple things like shows on Broadway and Jamba Juice.

But he’s also sad, because people on the street don’t look at him the same way, so he doesn’t leave the house. The world loves Professor Hulk, which is why he’s always out in it, but no one loves chubby Thor. He’s sad because Bruce is a genius with an amazing job that he adores, and all Thor adores is watching TV. He’s sad because even though they caused him stress, he misses the fights. He misses having a purporse, and having someone need him like they did before.

On top of it all, he’s sad because Bruce knows that he’s sad and is trying to fix it. For the first time in Bruce’s life things are perfect, he can be himself in public and he’s not consumed by his rage, and he doesn't have to destroy things anymore because he’s made this wonderful life for himself.

Thor doesn’t want to unravel this just because he feels needy.

The man already looks at him so concerned and touches him so gently like he’s afraid that Thor will run away.

So maybe Thor thought, that if he could just cook for Bruce, that’d prove he’s capable of doing things, that he won’t break down without him around. And maybe his husband would feel better about everything.

Maybe he’d never have to be worried again.

It’s silent for a long while, then Bruce blinks, “You really think I’m okay just because I go to work and cook dinner sometimes?”

Thor doesn’t say anything.

“Baby, I’m-” He chuckles, “I’m a mess too. It’s been over a year, but it still feels like yesterday when every cell in my body felt like it was being burned up. I wake up in the middle of the night with these terrible nightmares, but you always help me back to sleep.

“Yes, sometimes I worry about you, but I’m always gonna be worried about you. I care about you, Thor, more than anything, you’re the only person I have. When I take those days off, they aren’t just for you, sometimes I just want to cuddle and watch movies and look at you, because I can.” Bruce takes his hand, “I love you, alright?”

Thor swallows the anxiety that had been festering in his stomach and smiles, “Alright.”

Bruce returns the smile, “Now, help me clean up this mess.” The blonde man laughs, resting his head on his shoulder. His husband looks down at him with an amused frown, “I’m not joking.”

[prettypityprincess]

his name is peter now (flashxpeter)

request? nope, i wrote this because i read a trans!peter parker story where flash made fun of peter because he was trans...bitch if you don't- anyway, this is how i personally think the situation would go. enjoy :)

titled: his name is peter now (slight peter parker x flash thompson- only if you want)

peter’s been out for a while, and flash wants to clear some things up

warnings: language

word count: 1,113

peter parker has known flash thompson since he was a little kid

which isn’t that rare, he’s known a lot of people since he was a little kid

but a lot of them don’t remember who he had to be, and even if they do, they don’t really care

flash is different, of course, because sometimes he can be an asshole and he likes to tease peter and say mean shit- which is kind of okay, he’s not ruined over it, he just knows that’s how flash is

peters been dressing more masculine since he came out to may, and although people have noticed, it’s not that big of a deal

other than the occasional stare or whisper where he catches the word “lesbian” under their breath

and FUCK, hES NOT A FUCKING LESBIAN, HE’S A MAN!

sophomore year starts, and peter starts going on t

he’s worried about the teasing from flash, of course, but nothing happens

flash isn’t even at school.

there were multiple rumors flying around

he got a girl pregnant, he got expelled, he was at boarding school, he died, multiple ridiculous things that peter chose to ignore

because it didn’t matter

because flash wasn’t there, so he didn’t have to worry about getting teased

after that, things started to really look up for him

peter gets bit by the spider and his body transforms into what it was always meant to be

he loses all of his baby fat, especially in his chin area, which practically killed him every day

his jaw is way more defined, his shoulders are more broad, and his six pack is the greatest thing that ever happened to him

and he’s happy, for the first time in what feels like forever

until flash comes back to school

suddenly, strangely, he’s back

and a little bit different, quieter

he sits toward the back of the class and understands the current lessons with no problem, that’s just the way his brain works

he’s smart

and he even comes back to the academic decathlon team, but now he’s peter’s alternate, which can’t be fun

but so far nothing has happened, he’s okay, he’s happy, and flash has generally left him alone

except for the staring

his constant, confused, unsubtle staring he does whenever he thinks peter isn’t looking

he can’t blame him too much, flash hasn’t been at school for a few month (the crucial months of his transition) so seeing peter as peter and not anyone else, is probably strange for him

and because they don’t really talk to each other, peter has been bracing himself for the ignorant, intruding questions flash was going to ask

during a chemistry lecture, while he can feel the burning of eyes into his back, someone taps his shoulder

when he turns around, there’s a blonde girl holding up a small, folded piece of paper, “from flash” she whispers

next to him, ned gives him a strange look, but peter only shrugs his shoulders and opens up the note

“your name is peter now?” the note says in neat, blocky handwriting

the brunette turns around once his teacher stops paying attention, and finds flash looking at him again

this time, he doesn’t try to hide it, but his fingers tap anxiously against the desk, and you can tell he’s waiting for his response

peter nods his head

flash blinks, then gives an awkward, half smile and a thumbs up

peter blinks, returning the thumbs up

what the hell was that?????

why’d he give a thumbs up????

and why did peter give one bACk???

the remaining thirty minutes in the class seem to drag on forever, and all peter has are his worried thoughts

he should feel relieved that flash isn’t being transphobic, but as he’s leaving class, the boy tries to catch up with him, and it only makes him feel worse

“hey, um, peter.” he says it like he’s trying to get used to the way it sounds

“yeah?”

“i just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry about being a jerk before. it was hard for me to...see you being so comfortable with yourself.”

peter is a little confused

flash notices, “like, when you like, started to dress like a dude? it made me realize some stuff about myself, and when my parents noticed they flipped their shit and like, sent me to this weird ass christian camp- have you seen that super old movie, but im a cheerleader? it was kind of like that but with less color coordination.”

peter is very confused

“anyway, im sorry about being a douche before. im not promising you that ill stop, but like, the penis jokes are done.”

peter blinks, “...okay.”

“yeah” flash says, now looking incredibly embarrassed. he rubs the back of his neck, “that’s all”

he blinks again, “okay”

flash wants to die, “okay” he mumbles

then he slowly, awkwardly turns around and heads down the crowded hallway.

peter watches him leave with a million thoughts in his mind.

mainly, what the hell?????

flash is gay??

flash had a cRUSH on him??

flash iS GAY???

“wait!” peter calls after him, working his way through the crowd of students

the brown skinned boy turns around, eyes casted toward the ground to hide how they shine with weld tears

“what?” flash snaps angrily, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his skinny jeans

“were you implying that you had a crush on me?”

flash blinks, then frowns, “was it not obvious, parker? I bothered you every damn day.”

peter shakes his head, “that’s not what normal people do when they have crushes!”

“clearly im not a normal person, jesus! get off my back, im already embarrassed enough.” flash exclaims, eyes wide and mouth in a scowl.

“alright, look” peter starts, “you’re normal, okay? about as normal as me, anyway.”

flash exhales, and peter doesn’t know if he’s relieved or trying to calm himself down.

“yeah.”

“maybe if you had just told me instead of bullying me, things would’ve gone differently.”

flash looks at him for a moment before a giggles bursts through his mouth, “yeah, right parker. you’re not really in my league.”

is that a compliment? is flash complimenting him?

he begins to walk away, “im gonna be late for econ.”

peter nods, “yeah, uh i should probably get going.” he turns around to walk toward his next class, but a barely audible, “um” stops him

they face each other again

“the name peter really suits you.” says flash thompson, a shy look on his face, “kinda like it was always meant to be yours.”

and with that, he’s gone

peter smiles, and then he’s gone too

[prettypityprincess]

alright sis, imma be fr rn, i absolutely NEVER thought about flash thompson fics until i saw your characterization of him & now i think about it all the time. this is a blessing and a curse and i thank you for bestowing it upon me

thank you! my favorite thing about writing is that i can portray characters they way they deserve to be portrayed, and that’s what I’ve been doing for flash. i try not to make him too ooc, and i guess it’s worked! haha, thank you for reading, again. also i was lurking on your account and i love your writing!

[prettypityprincess]

tuesday (part three)

titled: tuesday, part three in the ‘there’s something about tuesday trilogy’

flash tries to fix things

previous parts: part one and part two

warning: very small amount of angst, if any. characters may seem a bit ooc, and for that, i apologize. 

“so, i did what you said.”

michelle glances up from her book and at the brown skinned boy lazily. he’s standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets in front of her table in the library.

a few students that were studying around her glance up to give him a dirty look.

slowly, she leans forward and takes a small whiff

“clearly it wasn’t wear less cologne.” she pauses to frown, “do you bathe in it, or something?”

flash wants to say something, but he decides to ignore her, “i went to a doctor.”

the frown is replaced with a look of confusion, “seriously?”

“seriously” he confirms with a nod, “apparently i have anger issues”

he waits for mj to say something, but she doesn’t, she only keeps looking at him and with the confused look. “and anxiety” he adds, thinking it might help.

it doesn’t’

“I um-“ flash pulls off his backpack, digging through it until he finds what he’s looking for.

a small, black journal is pulled out. his fingers skim through it to the page he wrote on this morning.

going to school with flash for most of her life, MJ has gotten to see many different sides of flash thompson.

bitchy, whiny, and super genius flash have made an appearance more than once 

but nervous flash is a new one

she’s never seen him sweat this much (even in gym class) and his lips part to read aloud, but a hopeless stutter comes out instead.

accepting defeat, he closes the journal

“thank you”

mj’s eyebrows shoot up, “seriously?”

flash chuckles, “seriously”

his hands shake as he pulls out the chair across from her, “i don’t know, if you never said anything to me, i probably would have kept on thinking that I was going crazy. i mean, i felt like I was going crazy.”

mj looks at him with apologetic eyes

“t-this doesn’t change anything, im just letting you know. im gonna leave everyone alone, and then you can all go back to hating me”

“i don’t hate you.” she corrects, brows furrowing.

flash doesn’t believe her. he’s hated by them, and he knows it.

and maybe he deserves it

“i hate how you act, how you treat my friends, how arrogant and annoying you can be, but I don’t hate you”

flash doesn’t really know what to say. everything she said is the truth, but it feels different hearing it to his face.

“you’re a special kind of person. like, an acquired taste.

he tilts his head, “thanks, i guess?”

she shrugs her shoulders, “anyway, im glad you got some help dude, you’ve been not yourself for too long”

flash smiles, a little.

then gives her a small wave, exiting the library

it isn't hard to find peter, they have economics together and normally he and ned come in a few minutes before class to chat, or finish up homework.

just as flash thought, when he walks into the classroom, he finds ned in a heated discussion with his friend.  

“no, that’s what I’m telling you dude! rey is obviously the daughter of palpatine, all of the signs are there, she- what?”

peter is giving flash a distant glare, and when ned notices, he stops, so he can glare at flash too.

“can we talk?” flash asks, attempts to make his voice strong failing when peter’s eyes narrow at the quiver in his tone.

the brunette boy looks confused for a while, but eventually, his shoulders shrug, “okay”

ned leaves, surprisingly without objecting to peter’s decision.

“what’s up?” peter asks, jaw clenched and eyes hard.

“im sorry.” flash exhales.

peter blinks

“I really am, parker, i don't think you can ever know how sorry i am. and i- im not playing a trick on you, i know i’ve done it before, but this...i-isn't that.”

peter looks away from him, eyes focused on his desk in confusion and shock.

“I want you to know, that i feel terrible about what happened. not just on tuesday, but, everything before that. Im sorry, peter. and, im never gonna bother you again, i swear. I just hope one day you can forgive me for all the bullshit i’ve put you through.”

peter sighs, blinking one more time before his eyes meet flash’s once again. “It’s already forgiven, dude.”

flash doesn’t know what he expected, but it certainly isn’t this. peter isn't angry, he didn’t yell, peter smiled at him, he forgave him. and flash knows he should be relieved, but it only frustrates him, because of course peter parker is too perfect to hold a grudge.

thankfully, the bell sounds and prevents him from having to reply. Students fill the classroom, and the desks around them, and without another word, flash goes to take his seat.

students glare at him as they walk down the aisles, but he acts like he can’t see them.

their eyes burn holes into his back, and their whispers are loud and clear.

but, he keeps it together.

even when he starts to hyperventilate and clench his fists to calm himself, he keeps it together 

and at the end of the period, when his teacher announces a project that needs a group of three, he keeps it together

flash is just gonna have to work alone on this one, it’s no big deal, but, he’s never had too before.

a kid who was his friend a week before, bumps into his desk on the way to join his other group members

people snicker

and flash is just about done, about to raise his hand and run to the bathroom, when the voice of an angel stops him 

“hey” 

flash turns around to find peter parker and ned leeds sitting at a table together, already paired for the project. 

the brunette boy shrugs his shoulders, “you wanna be in our group?”

ned’s brows furrow in confusion, but it doesn’t matter

flash lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and picks up his backpack, “sure”

things aren’t magically fixed 

flash won’t wake up tomorrow a better person, cured by his medicine and turned new 

he won’t be having sleepovers with the boys, they don’t join his discord anytime soon, and he’s keeping his netflix password to himself 

but that’s okay, those things take time 

flash has a lot of it

and there’s always gonna be more tuesdays 

published on a tuesday night (:

[prettypityprincess]

hey!

im done with my writers block lmao, so send me an ask! give me a prompt and a pairing and I’ll try to do my best! (:

[longgonebabe]

I miss the days when the fics that filled the Stranger Things tag were ones about Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, Joyce and Hopper. Or even when they were reader inserts.) Instead, now they’re all about that blatantly racist character Billy. I’m hardly shocked and not surprised.

[prettypityprincess]

i have to dig through the garbage to find the good stuff

[prettypityprincess]

thank you sm for writing for flash, i really appreciate it

of course! i love flash and tony revolori so much! a lot of people like to portray flash like he’s a horrible person but he’s really not that bad, he’s just a bully and even then I feel like he and peter are still friends? idk that’s just the vibe I’ve been getting. sorry for rambling lmao. but, i haven’t been writing much of anything lately because of school but i do have a list and eventually it will get done. I love getting asks and I love you guys ❤️

[prettypityprincess]

day 6: AU

no powers

Bruce Banner is a college professor and Thor Odinson is his gorgeous professional surfer of a fiancé.

[prettypityprincess]

request? nope

based off of these prompts:

“ hey, everything okay? [name]? [name]! ”

“ it’s not about me, anymore. ”

titled: an ultimatum (stephen strange x reader)

you worry that stephen will pick saving you over the universe

warnings: angst

word count: 527

Your mind races as you slowly pace the large room in the space ship. Peter, Tony, and Stephen stand in the middle of it, the two older men engaged in a heated discussion about the time stone.

Stephen mentions how he’d sacrifice Peter in order to protect it.

For a moment you’re relieved he wouldn’t do that to you but then you realize what it means and your stomach drops.

“Hey, everything okay? _______?” A look of dread appears on your face just at the sound of his voice. “______?”

Instead of giving a response, you step away from the boys, finding a small corner to compose yourself in.

Stephen is by your side in just a few strides, he touches your arm. “What’s wrong?”

The words feel sour in your throat, “It’s inevitable that Thanos will give you an ultimatum, I need to know that you’ll choose correctly.”

His concerned eyes don’t blink, “What are you-?”

“When he gives you the option of either my life or the soul stone, don’t you dare choose me.” You tell him seriously, trying to prevent a shake in your voice.

He rolls his eyes, “Thanos won’t even have the opportunity that get anywhere near you, let alone threaten your life.”

You scowl, “What do you mean?”

Stephen doesn’t move a muscle, “I mean, I think you should go home.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t be upset.“ He tries to start.

“I’m already upset!” You growl, drawing the attention of Peter.

“I can’t risk you getting hurt, _____.” He says with a sigh, “What else do you want me to do?”

“Remember that I can take care of myself, for a start.” You tell him angrily, “Then, accept and deal with the worst case scenario.”

“You’re telling me to give up?” He snaps, his brows furrowing and his calm dissolving. “To let him kill you?”

You take a deep breath, “I would never ask you to do that, you wouldn’t listen even if I did. I want you to fight but, not just for me.”

His breath hitches, look at anything else except for the desperation in your eyes.

You take his silence as a chance to argue, “If I have to die so that everyone in the universe can live, I’m more than okay with that. You should be too!”

“I can’t have this conversation right now.” Stephen snaps, turning away from you.

“Listen!” You exclaim, grabbing his shoulder and turning him back around. “If i had it my way, it’d be you and I until the end of time.”

His brown eyes catch yours, you notice the fear in them while they begin to water.

You hold his cheek softly in one hand, grasping his waist in another. “But, it’s not about me anymore.”

A shaky sigh escapes his lips, “O-Okay.”

You wrap your arms around his tall form, hugging his warm body tightly. “It’s going to be okay, you hear me?”

He nods, hugging you back just as tight.

“I love you, Stephen Strange, and one way or another we’re going to beat this guy.”

[prettypityprincess]

request? yes, for @tamiito this literally took forever but I finally got over my writers block (: I hope you like it girl, enjoy (((:

titled: sick day

when flash comes to school sick, you have to convince him to go back home

warnings: none

word count: 818

You hold your phone between your ear and shoulder, both of your hands occupied with the steering wheel of your car. “You sound terrible.”

“It's bad reception.” A gravelly voice says through the receiver.

You shake your head, “You sound a lot worse than just bad reception.”

“I'm fi-” The lie is interrupted by a loud, wet, sneeze.

“Flash, are you sick?” You ask with a scrunched up nose, turning into the parking lot of Midtown Science.

During your year of dating Flash Thompson you’ve seen him many different ways.

He’s been completely focused, like when he’s studying for the Academic Decathlon or trying to do his chemistry projects.

He’s also been completely relaxed, which is rare because most of his focus is on school or trying to be a perfect popular kid. In those moments you’re normally snuggled together on the couch, occupied with your phones but still comfortable with each other. Ever so often he'll show you a meme and you’ll laugh together, it’s nice.

But never have you ever seen Flash with any type of illness. He worked really hard to keep himself healthy, exercising and getting the perfect amount of sleep.

In all honesty, the thought of seeing him less than himself excites you more than it should have.

“No way.” Flash says confidently, followed by a soft sniffle.

You give a light scoff, neck craning to search for an parking space. “Don't come to school sick.” You scold, frowning when you find an empty spot next to a familiar red car, “Nevermind.”

The car is being parked, your eyes rolling as you unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your backpack from the passenger seat.

It only takes you around thirty seconds to exit your car, and pop into the passenger seat of his.

His normally vibrant brown eyes have turned dull and tired, with dark circles underneath them that are easy to notice with his bags. There’s a tiny bit of snot below his pointed nose, that would be considered gross if the two of you weren’t so comfortable with each other.

Flash sniffles once more, hanging up the phone call with you awkwardly.

You suck your teeth, looking at him with pitiful eyes and furrowed brows before mumbling, “Poor baby.”

He jumps up, his long dark hair free from it’s gell jumping along with him. “No, don’t poor baby me. I’m perfectly fine.”

“Go home.” You say in a more stern tone, “Midtown can survive one day without Flash Thompson.”

His brows furrow into a stubborn look that tells you he doesn't agree, but after a few silent seconds of your hard eyes on his, his face reduces to a pout.

“I’m driving you home.” You tell him, stern expression unchanging. Flash’s pout deepens as he pulls out his keys from his pocket, and places them into your hands.

With an annoyed huff, he exits his car, walking around to open the passenger door for you. You hop out with your backpack slung across your shoulder and a grateful smile on your face.

Adjusting the driver’s seat and rear view mirror doesn’t take much time at all, and when you finally turn the key in the ignition you notice Flash’s glare.

“Stop being a baby.” You say, buckling your seatbelt and starting the car. “I’m gonna skip first period to take you home and I’ll just Uber back to school.”

It’s still silent as you pull out of the parking lot and make your way onto the road. After a few long moments Flash’s loud, wet sneeze breaks the tension between you.

You take one hand off the steering wheel to dig through your backpack and find a pack of tissues. “Here.”

The dark haired boy takes the tissues gratefully and blows his nose, making sure to wipe under it and get the tiny bits of snot he left behind.

When you pull up to the first stoplight you let yourself lean over and give him a small kiss on his lips.

He sniffles, “What if you get sick?”

You shrug your shoulders, “It’ll be worth it.”

It’s quiet as Flash thinks over what you said, slowly beginning to feel bad for how he’s treated you in the past. Last time you were sick he left chicken noodle soup on your doorstep with a note saying how he ‘couldn’t risk contamination’.

You ate the soup alone, in your room, and only slightly irritated.

Even though he’s gross and ill, you still care about him enough to take him home. He smiles to himself, suddenly feeling grateful.

“Hey babe?” He questions after a few more moments.

“Yeah?”

“Can we get bagels first?” He asks hopefully in a slightly nasal voice.

You laugh, “Yes, we can.”

“Thank you.” Flash says with another sniffle, “I love you so much.”

“I know, baby.” You tell him with a teasing smile on your face, “I love you too.”