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Can you please do a small drabble with a claustrophobic reader?

True story - I was in a freak show this weekend (they needed a burlesque performer to round out the cast) and there was definitely an act that involved a performer getting locked in a coffin. You could FEEL the anxiety radiating off of the audience.

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An active shooter situation and being forced to hide in a utility closet by yourself with the lights off are just about the two shittiest things you can imagine happening to you at work. WELL GUESS THE FUCK WHAT - your coworkers disgruntled ex-boyfriend is roaming the third floor of the building with a hunting rifle and you could not get to an exit fast enough, so here you are, in the dark, doing everything in your power to keep your panic from raging out of control like a wildfire. Slow breaths, in four counts, with your back against the door and one leg brace against the opposite wall. You are not okay. This is not okay. You might die, alone in the dark, with the coated cinderblock walls closing in one you and a small shelf full of cleaning supplies. You are anchored to heavily to reality to retreat into your own mind. All you can do is count.

Breathe in… 2… 3… 4… Breathe out… 2… 3… 4…

You hear footsteps. You clasp both hands over your mouth. Tears well up in your eyes. The room feels like a casket. You’ve been buried alive, but you can’t scream or claw or thrash.

Silence, and then a male voice crying out, and then something heavy slamming so hard against the door that it rattles your bones. And then more silence.

You can’t stand to be in this closet any more. You open the door, just a crack, and look down to see the gunmen dead with blood coming out of his ears and nose. His head is… well, it’s backwards on his shoulders. You throw the door open and leap over his body, sprinting towards the stairwell exit, glancing behind you in the unlikely event that the gunman is chasing you with his head on backwards.

You slam into something large and firm and vaguely man-shaped. The sight of it is so startling that a sudden syncope brings you to your knees. You struggle to stand, but you’re so dizzy. This one was extreme fright too many for you body, and you end up on your side trying in vain to crawl away from whatever it is that is towering over you.

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It must be late. It’s dark outside. You wake up on the sofa in your apartment. You wonder how you got here. Did you take yourself home? No. What’s the last thing you remember?

The Towering Black Thing, as big as a horse with the mouth of a Great White, is in your apartment. It crawls up your body and purrs. You shrink and begin to see starts again.

“Do not be afraid. We won’t eat you. But you saw us, and we could not risk letting you go before coming to an agreement.”

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Venom runs their tongue along your jaw line, up to your chin. Just a taste. They don’t want to frighten you. They just want to know what flavor you are, and they find you sweet.

They don’t intend to harm you, but they can’t have you running around telling everyone Eddie’s secret. Venom is fond of Eddie, and Eddie is growing increasingly fond of Venom. Your silence would be much appreciated, but they’d rather coax than threaten. You seem so fragile, and you were so frightened earlier. There’s really no need to put you through any more trauma.

“Be still and be silent. You are safe with Venom.”

You begin to cry. They lick the tears from your eyes. They are genuinely sorry to see you upset. They gather you in their arms and purr softly. This seems to help. They tuck you under their chin.

“If you can keep our secret, we can keep you safe.”

synclaires-deactivated20181208

Hey omg yaaaaay ok so like can you write a thing that’s venom symbiote x Eddie Brock like where they are a married couple idk like a prompt of them doing something happy together and sym is agender pls thx

hello i’m sorry this took 10,000 years to get to but i finally did it! and it was fun! i combined this with a prompt @phantomcreeps gave me ‘the two of them visiting goopy baby’ :D

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Their anniversary falls on the fledgling symbiote’s one-month-aversary. It’s a complete coincidence, but to Eddie, it’s symbolic. It’s a sign that all these beginnings as of late – moving on from Ann and reconnecting with his Other, forming new partnerships with scientists and other superpowered individuals, vowing to raise his new child right – they’re strong foundations for his future.

Eddie steps into the lift at the Alchemax building and reminisces on his fateful initial encounter with the Other in the church.

“Of course I remember it vividly,” Eddie says. Through a window, he watches each level pass by as the lift rises up, and all the machinery almost looks like the shapes and structures of the cathedral. “You don’t just forget the day your life went to shit and came back.”

Like marriage, the Other says elatedly, like it always loves to say.

“Yes.” Eddie smiles. “And baby makes three.” They reach their floor. The lift doors open.

Eddie steps into the lab.

“Happy anniversary, my love,” he murmurs.

The child, a lovely silken creature much like the one it spawned from, skitters and glides about in its glass room in the center of the lab. Sensing its parents, it quickly makes its way towards the window.

Several Alchemax employees are milling about, tending to things, and they greet Eddie as he makes a beeline for the room. Liz Allan, having just walked in from an adjoining lab, gives the usual official clearance for Eddie to be buzzed in. Once inside, Eddie scoops the little one up into his arms, and thinks about how farcical this entire situation should feel.

But it’s no joke.

His heart flutters.

He’s holding his fucking baby in his arms.

This is real life.

This is his life.

He can sense the Other examining, scrutinizing.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks. “Is it hurt?” He knows right away that this can’t be the case – he would know. He feels the fledgling’s pure existence and being flowing through him, truly as much his child as it is the Other’s. He would know if something was amiss. The kid feels happy.

“If it’s injured, Eddie, you’d better let me know so I can figure out who’s answering for it,” Liz pipes up, voice coming crackly through a speaker. Eddie startles and looks over at the window, seeing her with one finger holding down a button on a miked control panel, and the other hand waving, a wry smile on her face. He’d momentarily forgotten she was monitoring them, he’d been so wrapped up in the moment.

Eventually, we’re gonna have to move this kid out of here, Eddie thinks idly.

Not hurt, the Other replies. It sounds contemplative.

“Not hurt,” Eddie repeats. “So…”

I think…it may be ready for a bondmate.

A wave of protectiveness washes over Eddie. He huffs out a laugh. “So soon?” He draws the wriggling fledgling closer to his chest. “Marriage is quite the commitment, isn’t it?”

The Other is amused.

Not a marriage, it says. Another parent. Like Patrick to Toxin.

“You obviously have your eye on someone already.” Eddie grins. He settles down on the floor in a corner of the room with his legs stretched out, ankles crossed. “Let’s hear who you have in mind. Then we can celebrate with lunch, huh?”

And his Other excitedly tells him about each potential parent it has considered…

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Full offense but your writing style is for you and nobody else. Use the words you want to use; play with language, experiment, use said, use adverbs, use “unrealistic” writing patterns, slap words you don’t even know are words on the page. Language is a sandbox and you, as the author, are at liberty to shape it however you wish. Build castles. Build a hovel. Build a mountain on a mountain or make a tiny cottage on a hill. Whatever it is you want to do. Write.

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I foresee some Tom Hardy/ Eddie Brock fanfics in the near future. I fucking love this man!

Happy Friday all!

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The Drug

Thunder shook the walls of the tiny dive bar. Eddie heard the clinking of the glasses shaking against each other on shelf. “Last call!” The bartender shouted. Eddie waived a $10 bill in the air and the bartender got to work. He quickly appeared with a icy cocktail. “This ones on me stud.” The bartender gave a quick smile and then went off to help other patrons.

‘Stud?’ Eddie thought. He watched as the young bartender went around collecting money, and slinging drinks around the bar. Eddie had been to this hole in the wall many times before, but never had Jason referred to him as stud. Eddie looked down to see his slumped posture and his spare tire jutting out from over his belt. He sighed and took the last swig of his drink. He put the $10 under his drink pausing thinking 'maybe this is why Jason called him a stud, extra tips’. Eddie took a deep breath and left the tip. He grabbed his jacket feeling rejected and alone and left the bar. “See you next time Eddie!” The bartender yelled and gave a glistening smile. Eddie smiled and waved back. His spirits slightly lifted.

Eddie walked the dimly lit streets back to his apartment. Eddie could hear the rolling thunder behind him as it had already passed through and was now on to bombard the next town with its torrential rains. Eddie walked with a little perk in his step thinking about Jason’s smile. He felt his foot slip and tumbled into the darkness that felt like he was falling indefinitely.

Eddie woke to find himself lying in a puddle. He could hear a car splashing water as it passed nearby. Eddie felt a pounding sensation in the back of his head and knew something was wrong. He paused trying to figure out if anything else hurt. He slowly gained the strength to try and move different areas of his body. Everything seemed to still be intact and working. Eddie raised up feeling his head throb. He immediately reached up and felt the warm sensation at the back of his head. He pulled his hand back down fearing what he would see. He saw a dark substance on his hand and knew it was blood. He stood slowly trying to reorient himself on where he needed to walk. Eddie started to slowly walk back to his apartment applying pressure to the spot on his head.

Eddie began to feel dizzy and sat down on the curb. He grabbed his head as it throbbed and felt as if it might split into two. He felt the light of the street lamp burn his eyes as if he was looking into the sun. Everything seemed to be enhancing the pain coursing through his head. Eddie laid back and felt the cool ground under him. He held both sides of his head as if to keep it from splitting. Darkness fell over him as he felt himself passing out.

Eddie woke to see himself being lifted up on a stretcher. He could see the blond EMT taking his pulse. “Relax” she said smiling down on Eddie. Eddie felt himself being rolled onto the ambulance. The light of the vehicle made him cringe and quickly shut his eyes. He felt the EMT feel his head as if checking for a fever. “We should checking his blood alcohol levels.” She announced. Eddie heard shuffling and felt something being forced into his mouth. “I need you to blow until I say stop.” The lady told Eddie. Eddie inhaled and breathed into the machine. “Stop!” The EMT yelled. Eddie immediately stopped and let lose of the breathalyzer. He could hear the EMT. Whisper “He’s clear.”

What felt like hours passed as Eddie laid on the stretcher feeling the ambulance hit several bumps and possibly potholes. Eddie never realized how bad the roads were in the city. He felt the ambulance come to a halt and heard the door open. He felt the stretcher being rolled out and he tried to keep his balance as he tilted with the stretcher. Eddie arrived at the emergency room doors. “Really I’m fine.” Eddie said looking into the EMT’s eyes. She smiled and nodded as she grabbed the end of the stretcher and began directing it through the sliding glass doors. Eddie felt the stretcher glide across the tile floors. The stretcher was placed in a room and Eddie was immediately overwhelmed with people inspecting him and hooking up different devices. Eddie felt darkness come back over him.

Eddie awoke to see a red haired man standing over him. There was something sinister about his smile. “Good morning!” He said in a high pitched cheerful voice. I’m giving you a small injection of a new medication to help you recover quicker. Eddie looked at the syringe the red head was holding and noticed the dark color inside. It was the darkest shade of black he had ever seen. It glistened like oil. Eddie immediately panicked and tried to escape but quickly realized he had been restrained and gagged. “This won’t hurt a bit!” The man said with a little chuckle as he jabbed the syringe into Eddies thigh. Eddie felt the liquid being forced into his quad. It felt warm as it entered his body. He waited knowing it was a matter of time before it entered his blood stream and killed him off. But why this guy? What motive did he have to kill him? What did Eddie do to him?

The red head looked down on Eddie. He brushed Eddies hair back with his hand in a seductive swoop. The man bent down close to Eddie. “Consider this a gift you don’t deserve.” He whispered in Eddie’s ear and Eddie thought he felt a long tongue graze his ear. The man left the room leaving Eddie restrained and gagged. Eddie could feel the sweat pouring down his face in panic. He tried again to break free but all seemed hopeless. He could feel the liquid coursing through his quad to his calf. His leg felt paralyzed already. Eddie couldn’t breath enough and felt himself starting to hyperventilate. He tried to calm his breathing but darkness came over him once more.

Eddie awoke to a nurse tearing off the restraints and yelling for a doctor. He watched as she panicked not knowing what to do. Eddie immediately remembered the deranged man jabbing the syringe into him and tore away the blanket from his leg. He inspected his quad and did not see anything. Not even a mark where the syringe would enter. He tried to tell the nurse what had happened but his mouth felt sealed shut. The nurse laid Eddie back. “It’s ok, you were having a nightmare” she said. The doctor came in and the nurse pulled him aside whispering to the doctor.

The doctor came over and inspected Eddie. “Do you know where you are?” He asked Eddie. Eddie attempted to answer but could not seem to open his mouth. Eddie nodded at the doctor. The doctor seemed confused by this answer. “What is your name?” He asked Eddie. Eddie looked at the doctor puzzled not sure how to respond. The doctor raised up looking at Eddie. “We need to get him a CAT scan immediately!” He ordered the nurse. She left the room. The doctor looked down at Eddie. “We are going to run a scan to get you running back to full capacity.” The doctor said smiling calmly at Eddie. He left the room.

Eddie felt himself sit up as if forced to do so. He felt his body moving. He looked down to see himself fully clothed. 'That’s strange’ he thought 'don’t they usually undress patients?’ He continued to walk with some speed and walk towards a back staircase unnoticed. He felt himself briskly walking down the stairs. Eddie quickly realized he was not in control of his motions. He felt like a puppet being commanded to leave the hospital. Eddie breathed in the fresh air as he walked outside. He noticed that he was breathing through his mouth. He made an expressive exhale to test his vocals. He heard himself loudly. Eddie began walking to his apartment on his own accord. 'He felt strong and healthy. He didn’t need the doctor to test him. It was a fluke that he couldn’t speak. It was probably him panicking and overwhelmed at the hospital. But what the hell was in that syringe and what was “the gift”?!’ Eddie thought as he quickly walked to his apartment. Eddie reached his apartment and reached in his pocket for his keys. He removed his hand and looked down to see his hand appeared as if it was dripping oil. He saw little lines as if tendrils forming on his hand. Eddie tried to flick off the black liquid but it didn’t seem to move. He used his key and entered his apartment. He immediately went to the kitchen sink to wash off the liquid. He tried washing but it wasn’t moving. He scrubbed and did not have any luck. Eddie removed his jacket and saw his arms were also covered in small lines of black liquid. They appeared to be tracing his veins. They were inflamed and full. Eddie rushed to the bathroom to look at his reflection. He saw the veins in his neck puffed with the same black look. “FUCK!” Eddie yelled as he realized the guy with the syringe was winning and his life was over. Eddie quickly contemplated running back to the hospital but felt an overwhelming desire to jack off. Eddie went and laid down on the couch and stripped down. He saw his cock throbbing. The vein again had the black liquid tracing it. Eddie did not seem to care, he just wanted to get off.

Eddie began to stroke himself as he played with his nipple. He began thinking of the guys at his gym he hadn’t visited in a bit. He then thought of the red head at the hospital. He realized his smile was oddly attractive and he had a nice build. Eddie tried to shake the man “why him?!” Eddie thought as he continued to stroke. He felt himself working up to cumming. The man appeared again and Eddie could feel his tongue caressing his ear. Eddie made a loud almost beast like moan that he swore rattled his windows. Eddie felt himself explode like never before. He felt what seemed like load after load being forced out of him. Eddie looked down anticipating a big mess to clean up, but saw nothing. He looked to see his cock completely sheathed in a perfect fitting black casing. Puzzled, Eddie felt for an opening to remove the sheath. He could not find where the sheath was attached. Eddie grabbed the side but felt like he was pulling directly on his skin. He could not figure out where the sheath vs him was.

Eddie stood up and stretched. He felt as if he had spent hours at the gym. He flexed and saw his muscles perk up with traces of black in his veins. “At least I got to enjoy a great orgasm one last time” he thought as he headed back to the bathroom. Eddie felt the need to get the sheath off of his cock. He started the shower and went to the mirror. He could see the black more defined coursing through his body. He sighed looking at his reflection. Eddie stepped into the shower as the steam engulfed him. Eddie looked down to remove the sheath but it disappeared as if never there. ‘I must be seeing things’ Eddie thought to himself. ‘This must be a side effect of the drug coursing through my body. Eddie stood slumped over in the shower as the water spattered across his body. Eddie felt as if his back was expanding, he tried not to focus on it as he expected he was hallucinating. The drugs were definitely winning. Eddie felt the darkness come over him.

Mark of a Spider’s Nightmare

Chapter~1

Warnings:none as of now|blood if anything

Cletus looked around the woods, he’d been running for a few days now, running from the cops and further away from the foster home he’d happily burned down, because at the time he hated that building filled with stupid little mannequins, always ruining his day and making him feel awful, the only person that he ever even relatively liked was that Parker kid, to bad he left so soon though.

Cletus shrugged he didn’t care much for people anymore they were useless and stupid, thinking that they could kick him and expect him not to get back up, stupid. Don’t really madder much no more though there all dead in the ground with that cursed building where they belong. People…completely useless, extremely stupid. But what can ya do.

Kill em’

that’s what, it’s not like their anything of importance their just useless sacks of blood in Cletus’s eyes, expendable.

‘Crack’ Cletus whipped his head around in the darkness only to see it was nothing but a dumb raccoon. The boy smiled wickedly to himself and slid one of the knifes he’d stolen out of his pocket while quietly easing up to the grey ball on the ground, it hadn’t seemed to hear him coming ‘to bad for it’ Cletus thought before pouncing on the animal and quickly cutting into its back. The animal fell and Cletus laughed as he stabbed the things stomach repeatedly, rejoicing as the blood splashed on his face, his heart racing as he viciously killed the animal, basking in its pained squeaks.

In that moment Cletus felt a rush fill him, the same rush he’d had when he’d watched as the sacks fruitlessly tried to get out of the burning building as their delicious screams filled the air and as the sirens in the background got louder, screaming at him to run and getting the blood hastily pumping to his heart. In that moment as Cletus licked the blood clean from his lips he felt free like laws didn’t hold him back, like he was finally seeing the real world, the gritty, blood filed hell that so many refused to believe was reality.

And it was Beautiful.

Cletus crouched over the dead creature for a second before rising to his feet, quickly turning and dashing towards the vague sounds of the city 'not to far’ he thought gleefully, while he bounced off trees and then skidded to a stop once he felt new drier air hit his face. Cletus straightened his back and laughed, yelling out to the world “New York meet your real savior, new and improved with a hankering for the art of chaos!” He smiled before yelling

“Cletus Kasady!”

#symbiotes #fic #re-imagine #carnage #Cletus Kasady #ongoing #chapter 1

Rare Affection  

Warnings:NSFW|some violence|blood

Flash licked his lips, his gaze fixed on those eyes, noticing the dangerous glint in the deep green hues and was about to lean in for a kiss when he felt a hand on his ass, slowly stroking over his cheeks but still not touching his naked skin only the fabric of his underwear.

 With every second the atmosphere got more heated, Flash began to shift on the others lap, whining, his gaze focused on the blood staining the other’s fingers.

“My, aren’t we needy.” The dark, slightly hoarse voice whispered into his ear, making Flash shiver before he bent over the hand, slowly running his tongue up and down the others fingers, sucking and wrapping the inhumanly long muscle around them, not only trying to find every single drop of excess blood but putting on quite a show for the serial killer.

Looking up, still licking his fingers Flash smiled as he saw the lust in Cletus’s now snowy white emeralds.

Flash gasped as the dry fingers teased his hole, the first two already thrusting inside him mercilessly as he felt the light touch on his erection, making it twitch in need. “nngh… Cletus…” Burying his hands in the other’s red hair he pulled him down into a heated kiss, smashing their mouths together and trying to occupy the foreign territory with his tongue, still tasting the coffee, booze, and the blood.

“Claim me…” Flash breathed against his lips, gasping once more as the third finger was roughly shoved inside him, stretching, widening him. “You gonna fuck me or just playin’-”  But before he could finish he was shoved against the the scratchy concrete of the construction site, the pane of glass shattering on the floor as Cletus bent over him, pinning his wrists against the wood just above his head with one clawed hand as Cletus’s symbiote moved to uncover his erection. “I should really teach you some damn manners, kid.”  Cletus growled, his voice as dark as he buried his fangs into the soft flesh of Flash’s neck, removing the fingers and guiding his own, fully erected cock to the younger man’s entrance.  Leaving red, hot bruises all over the tan skin of his mate’s chest he pushed inside, without a warning and all the way in with just one single thrust. Flash bit his lip trying not to scream at the sudden penetration but instead moaned and rocked his hips back, meeting each and every slow thrust, feeling like he would be driven insane if the other wouldn’t speed up a little.

“faster….” His breath was unsteady and heavy as his hands tightened on the wood, splitting it.  But the other pretended not to hear him, or he didn’t want to listen and hot lips brushed over his ear-shell.

“Beg.” Flash would’ve complained if they weren’t in this certain situation but without even registering it his lips already formed the words Carnage was waiting for.

“Please…. Cletus… more. I need… more. Fuck me! Oh God… Fuck me hard daddy!” He saw the other’s satisfied grin before he pressed his eyes shut and his claws scratched over the broad wood, the redhead began to pound into him, hitting, no abusing his prostate with each sharp thrust, making him scream and try to lurch out of Cletus’s grasp, his vision blurring and blackening around the edges and heat building up inside of him. Intense, so very intense heat, more like liquid fire through his veins, threatening to burn his whole body.

It had probably been the start right away response or just the way Cletus was thrusting into him but whatever it was, he didn’t last too long, his mind completely lost somewhere on the way, his head thrown back, splintered wood digging deep into his hands and his legs wrapped around the other male’s hips, pressing him harder against himself. With a scream Flash felt himself cum, his seed covering both his stomach and the floor, the orgasm violently shaking his whole body.  Tightening up even further as every single muscle inside him contracted at once, he felt Cletus’s growl vibrate though him and then the numbing ecstasy as Cletus bit his shoulder. Flash shouts out once more as he felt the claim mark burn in his vains, seconds later hot essence flooded inside him after a few more thrusts and the pleasure shook Cletus anew.

They both needed a few minutes to catch their breath, get their pulse back to normal before Cletus carefully pulled out and climbed onto a table with Flash, pushing blueprints and tools to the ground.

Curling into Flash’s arms Cletus snickered and kissed the mark he’d left. With a satisfied and tired smile the younger reacted with a shiver before snuggling with Cletus knowing this would be the last and only time his mate gave him any form of affection.

#Cletus Kasady #Flash Thompson #carnage #agent venom #oneshot #omegaverse

#marvel #spiderman #ongoing series #agent venom #flash thompson #psycho

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Eddie Brock[Y]&[O]

#aaron paul #tom hardy #eddie brock #venom #fancast #marvel

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Toxin secretly hates itself for having become an anti-hero and often wishes it was still bonded to NYPD cop Patrick Mulligan rather than Eddie Brock

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Cletus Kasady [Y]&[O]

#symbiotes #actors #carnage #Cletus Kasady

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By Eddie Brock

The greater New York tri-state area got a whole lot safer yesterday. Captured late last night, Cletus Kasady, escaped serial killer and notorious redhead, was eerily calm and subdued when he eagerly surrendered to the FBI. The manhunt for the FBI’s Most Wanted felon ended innocuously in a small strip mall outside of New Rochelle, New York.

A barista at a local coffee shop recognized Kasady and eventually called the police. The barista apologized to reporters later admitting she didn’t immediately alert authorities hoping Spider-Man would beat them to the scene. “What can I say? I am a HUGE fan.”

Kasady had been sentenced to twelve life sentences for the twelve murders he committed — but escaped while being transported between federal prisons. Sources say Kasady has been remanded to Ravencroft Institute for further interrogation until he is relocated to a maximum security federal prison. While the barista didn’t get her wish, we know Spider-Man thanks her… as we all do. For now it appears that Kasady won’t be causing any more carnage.

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A Netflix series depicting the past of Cletus Kasady, leading up to his life as the symbiote villain: Carnage.

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Gay!Flash Headcanon

@thwipkids || Masterlist || Based on this theory || And this aesthetic

When Flash met Peter, he fell head over heels. Peter is so nice to him on his first day. No one else even talks to him. Flash overdressed, wearing his finest shoes and a thick sweater that was way too big for him. His mom did his hair, which was a mistake he realized too late.

Kids make fun of him at first, he’s not the smartest in the school and it’s hard for him to keep up. Peter doesn’t care. He’s known Flash for two days and he’s already introducing him to his best friend like they’re all meant to be in a group together from now on, as the losers of the school.

It’s sad but they make it bearable. Flash has his secrets to protect. He hasn’t outed himself to his parents yet, and he doesn’t think he ever will. Peter and Ned feel like the kind of people who wouldn’t judge him, but he’s learned not to trust anyone after his last school.

This is a magnet school, but he never even liked math or science. His father is an engineer, his mother is a doctor, they need him to succeed here. He can’t even dream of being anything else.

He is standing here because his parents worked their asses off, he owes this to them.

So he tries hard.

And Peter is there for him, tries to help him. Then they both get paper balls thrown at him in the hall one day. Flash gets his books slapped out of his hands. Peter gets his backpack stolen. He realizes that Peter and his friend Ned are a liability.

His father drives him to school in his fancy car one day, and suddenly one of the more popular kids offers him a way out. They ask him about his dad’s ride.

Soon enough, he’s hosting secret parties at his big house to impress them. Everyone wants to be around him, everybody likes him now. He has enough money to make them forget how they felt about him before, and he’s popular enough that no one questions why he looks at other boys the way he does.

Peter tries to stay friends with him, but his new friends make it very clear: Flash has to choose.

So Flash chooses his new friends, for survival.

He doesn’t want to spend every day afraid to go to school. He has secrets to protect.

So he says something he shouldn’t have: he says that he would never stay friends with someone like

…..Penis Parker.

Things really escalate from there. The next time he tries to approach Peter and apologize, Peter runs away from him.

Flash gets mad and lashes out at him the next time they run into each other.

And every time after that.

When Peter keeps outsmarting him in class, his stressed reaction turns into one of admiration. Flash realizes he has a crush on Peter. Peter’s smart, he’s nice, and maybe one day he will forgive Flash.

Flash joins decathlon hoping to run into Peter without his friends finding out.

When he’s there, he’s made into first alternate. Flash doesn’t care. Trying hard to survive in this club makes science class a little easier. His biggest problem is going too fast, ringing the bell before knowing the answer.

His teachers remind him of this flaw every day as if he didn’t know it already. They drive that flaw into his head.

Peter is so flaky at decathlon meetings. Can’t he see Flash is here to talk to him?

Peter avoids Flash like there’s something wrong with him. He can’t possibly understand the kind of pressure Flash is under.

If only he knew, then maybe he would understand. Flash wants to tell him, and he tries, but things never feel right.

Peter decides to drop out of the DC trip, and Flash panics. He thought maybe away from all of this noise he’d finally find the right time to explain. Maybe Peter would forgive him. Peter is such a nice guy, Flash knows he’d understand why he acts the way he does if he knew the truth.

So this is the moment Flash decides that he is going to talk to Peter. One day, he’ll catch him and tell him he really wants him to come on the trip. Maybe he can even get the chance to apologize.

And Flash knows Peter’s in love with Liz. The entire school knows. Flash doesn’t blame Liz. He can’t blame every girl out there for being more Peter’s type. Liz is beautiful, she’s perfect, she’s smart, she’s nice, and she’s a woman.

And Flash has more than picked up by now that Peter has to be straight. If there was even the slightest chance that he was gay, well, Flash would hang on to that chance for dear life.

Then Ned tells everyone at gym that Peter has met Spider-Man. Flash mocks them because he’s desperate for it to be a lie.

And he realizes, whatever hope he had before, he’s definitely doomed now. If Peter was even remotely interested in boys, Flash has no way of competing with Spider-Man.

Flash has no hope with Peter.

Flash gets him invited to the party somehow because the entire situation went all wrong for him. Flash just wanted to know if Peter really knew Spider-Man. He didn’t want to see Peter dressed up for a party.

Besides, Flash loves Spider-Man. And this breaks his heart in so many ways.

And he realizes his teachers have got him all wrong.

If he is too fast, why was he too slow with Peter Parker?