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thompsborn · 4 years

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did someone say “sneak peak for a thompsborn one shot that’s in the works”? no? well here u go anyway!!

TW: it isn’t super HEAVY heavy, but this sneak peak does include hints towards aggressive/abusive parenting, as well as a mention of a tight grip on a shoulder that will likely bruise

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They meet when they’re six years old.

“Mr. Osborn,” Harrison Thompson greets, dressed up in his finest suit with his facial hair clean shaven and his smile wide. He’s got a hand on Eugene’s shoulder, a gesture that looks fatherly but carries the weight of a threat, silently says that Eugene is not to move. “This is quite the event. I can’t thank you enough for inviting us.”

Norman Osborn is all sharp eyes and a round face and a grin that spells trouble. He shakes Harrison’s hand with purpose as he replies, “I’m honored you decided to attend. Please, introduce me to your stunning family.”

With a turn of the lips that only a master at manipulation is capable of, Harrison ducks his head in some kind of nod, squeezes Eugene’s shoulder when he does so. “This is my wife, Rosie,” he says pleasantly, uses his free hand to gesture to his left, where Rosie Thompson politely smiles. “This is our oldest, Eugene,” he goes on, nodding down at his son and subtly curling his fingers into the space between Eugene’s collarbone and the top of his shoulder, an unspoken order for Eugene not to speak. Even at six, Eugene knows better than to wince at the dull pain his father’s actions bring, and instead offers a toothy grin and a wave when Norman nods at him. “And this,” Harrison goes on, now gesturing to the two year old holding Rosie’s hand, “is our youngest, Jesse.”

“Oh, what an angel,” Norman coos to Jesse, who is too shy to do much more than widen her eyes at him before hiding behind her mother’s legs. For a moment, blatant annoyance crosses Norman’s features, but he schools himself quickly, plasters on a smile once more, like nothing happened. Eugene has seen his father do the same thing on many occasions, when they’re in public and he gets mad but has to pretend he isn’t until they get home. The similarity makes Eugene shift in mild discomfort, though he stills when his father squeezes his shoulder again, hard enough that there may be a bruise come sunrise, and he remains still when Norman leans down at the waist to meet his eyes. “Hello, Eugene,” Norman greets, toothy grin looking menacing in a way that is only easy to detect up close. “It’s lovely to meet you. Tell me, how old are you?”

For a moment, Eugene says nothing, because Harrison has made it clear that he wants his son to keep quiet, but when he remains silent for a solid thirty seconds, Harrison squeezes Eugene’s shoulder again, harder this time—it’s definitely going to bruise, and it’s almost impossible to suppress the urge to wince. “Be polite,” Harrison scolds, in a mildly aggravated tone that sounds more like a gentle yet firm reminder to anyone passing by. “Answer his question, Gene.”

“I’m—I’m six years old, sir,” Eugene says.

Norman nods slowly, curiously. “Same age as my son, then,” he comments, almost off handedly, as he stands up tall once more, straightens out his suit jacket and turns his head to the left to call out, “Emily!” Only a moment or two later, a woman approaches them, leading a young boy by the hand as they seem to appear from the crowd of other attendees of the Oscorp holiday event. “This is my wife,” Norman tells the Thompson’s, waving a hand to indicate the woman coming to a stop by his side. He then looks to the boy, who is an inch or two shorter than Eugene, with black hair falling across his forehead and wide, uncertain blue eyes glancing around curiously. “This is my son, Harry,” Norman tells them. “Harry, this is the Thompson family and their son, Eugene. Say hello, Harry.”

Harry Osborn looks much more like his mother than he does his father, gentle and kind and genuine as he shyly waves his free hand and murmurs a quiet little, “Hi.”

“Don’t be so shy, Harry,” Norman says sternly. Harry frowns, ducks his head. Eugene tries to offer him a little smile to make him feel better, but Harry doesn’t see it. “Introduce yourself properly.”

“Hello,” Harry says, voice louder, but tone not as steady. “’m Harry Osborn. S’nice t’meet you.”

There’s that twist to Harrison’s lips, something that’s a lot like a smile but always makes Eugene nervous, like he’s done something wrong but can’t figure out what, as he crouches down and lightly pushes Eugene in the direction of Emily and Harry. “I’m sure you two would make great friends,” the man says, in a way that makes it clear it isn’t a suggestion. He stands up, looks to Rosie with something expectant in his eyes, until Rosie is carefully nudging Jesse forward, until Jesse gets the hint and lets go of her mother’s hand in order to grab her brother’s instead. “If it’s alright with Miss Emily,” Harrison says, with the fake tone of sweetness that he puts on in public places, the façade of a loving father that doesn’t exist, “then maybe you can go hang out with her and Harry, huh? How does that sound, Gene?”

It’s not really a question. Eugene knows that. He looks up at Emily with wide eyes, tightens his hold on Jesse’s hand—always holds on tight, because he accidently let go in a grocery store once and they couldn’t find her for ten minutes, and, oh, his father was mad about that—and softly asks, “Miss Emily? Could, um… could me and Jesse stay with you, please?”

Emily smiles, a real one, a kind one, the same kind that Rosie gives Eugene when his father isn’t home, and she nods her head with a simple, “Of course you can, Eugene. We have some toys set up in the corner, for all of the kids. Why don’t we go over there so you guys can play?”

Eugene turns his head, looks up at his father, knows better than to walk away without permission first. Harrison seems pleased by this, almost looks proud, but not in the way a parent might be proud of their child learning the alphabet or bringing home all A’s. Rather, he looks proud in the way a pet owner would be of a dog that’s learned a new trick, of a scientist or an engineer successfully programming an AI or a bot to follow a command. Eugene mistakes this look as some kind of love, can’t help but wear a giddy sort of smile when Harrison nods at him and says, “Go ahead, Gene. Listen to Miss Emily, alright?”

“Okay!” Eugene chirps, and his excitement is enough to draw Jesse out of her shy shell, just a bit, as she looks up at her older brother with some kind of awe-filled admiration and giggles at him. In his burst of happiness, he forgets to tell his father thank you, something that will surely come back to make him regret it later, but in the moment, he just holds Jesse’s hand and follows after Emily and Harry as she leads the three kids to the corner of the room, where the little play area is set up. There’s not a whole lot there, just a large, colorful carpet and a bin full of various types of toys meant for children of various ages.

Jesse refuses to let go of Eugene’s hand for at least ten minutes, still so shy despite being two years of age, taking much longer to warm up to people than her brother had been at two years old. It isn’t until Eugene finds a talking little elephant toy that Jesse relaxes a bit, taking the toy in both hands and blowing a raspberry at it, then laughing when she squeezes the stomach and it sings a little song. Emily approaches the two of them, carefully sits on the floor besides Jesse with her legs tucked beneath her, smoothing out her dress before asking Jesse questions about the elephant, drawing her attention. Eugene hovers for a second, as protective of his sister as he has been since the day she was born, but deems Emily nice enough to crawl over to where Harry is sitting and placing wooden blocks on top of each other carefully.

“What’re you buildin’?” Eugene asks, looking at the unfinished structure with intrigue.

Harry hesitates for a second, then adds another block and answers, “A castle.”

Excitedly, Eugene leans forward, examines it more closely. “What kinda castle is it?”

“Um.” Harry seems confused by that, nose scrunching up his pudgy little face. “A big one?”

The way he says it makes Eugene giggle lightly, leaning back on his haunches and shaking his head a bit. “No, silly! I mean, um—I was—I was watchin’ this show with my mama, and they were talkin’ ‘bout castles, and all the diff’rent kinds of ‘em. Like, the, um—the m… midveil… mid—midieval! Midieval castles, and how there are, um… four? I think it was four kinds of medieval castles, but I don’t—I don’t really ‘member what the names of ‘em were.”

“Oh.” Harry looks thoughtful for a long moment, picking up another block—a bright red painted cone shape—and looking at it while he seems to consider his thoughts. Then, he places the cone on top of what looks like a wall of black rectangular blocks and nods to himself, decidedly saying, “It’s a Harry Castle.”

“I don’t think that was one’a the ones on the show,” Eugene says, a small frown on his face.

Harry shrugs. “That’s okay. It’s a new kinda castle. It’s my castle.”

Eugene falters at that, only to brighten a moment later. “Does your castle have a dragon in it?”

The face Harry makes at him is comically offended. “Of course it has a dragon! His name is Jeremy and I taught ‘im how to play fetch. Kinda like a puppy, but—but Jeremy’s a dragon. Obviously.”

“That’s so cool,” Eugene breathes, eyes wide with wonder. “Can I help?”

For a long moment, Harry squints at Eugene, likely sizing him up, deciding if he can trust him, before his face breaks out in a blinding grin and he holds a block out happily. “Then it can be a Harry and a Eugene castle,” he says.

Eugene takes the block with a wide smile of his own. “It’s gonna be the best castle ever.”

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give-me-back-my-rhodey · 4 years

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Heard you were taking requests. Can you do Parksborn with 7.) Pining ?

Hi, sorry for taking so long on this! So here goes!

Changing Sides

“Peter. Peter. Are you… Peter!” Ned yells, turning to see at what Peter’s staring. “Oh not again. Peter!” He waves his hands in front of his friend’s face, causing Peter to start. “Come on. You know I support you in your quest to figure out your sexual identity, but seriously? Harry Osborn?”

“That’s Harry Osborn?” Peter wants to cry. Standing fifteen feet away is the most beautiful boy he has ever seen, and it turns out that the boy's father hates Tony Stark. Just. His. Luck. “Why does he have to be Harry Osborn?”

Ned shakes his head, “I think you’re cursed. Come on, we have to get to English class before Mr. Ainsley can give us detention.”

If you ask Peter what his English class was about, he wouldn’t be able to tell you because the only thing in his mind was the pretty face of a boy he could never love.

++++++

Harry saw the boy staring at him, and at first, he thought he had had something on his face. That kid was pretty cute, but Harry knows he can’t act on it. His father would never allow him to date a boy. Maybe they could just be friends…

Harry sees the boy again during lunch hour. It seems as if he is doing his best to not look in Harry’s direction. He nudges his best friend, Stella, “Hey, who's that?”

Stella’s long braids hit him in the face as she turns in the direction Harry motioned, “Peter Parker. Ultimate nerd. You’d like him. Why?”

“Dunno. Just wondering.”

Stella chomps on the end of her pen, eyeing him thoughtfully, “I think he’s adorable, too. It’s ok.” She grins.

“Stella. You can’t say that…” Harry hisses, running a hand through his dark hair. “You don’t know how much my father spies on me.”

“Right. Sorry,” Stella motions with her hand. “So what’s going on Saturday?”

“Nothing that I know of. Why?”

She hands him her phone, which shows an invitation to a party at Matthew’s. “You want to hit this up at some point tonight?”

“Sounds good to me.” Maybe it will take his mind off of that adorable brunet.

Harry likes Stella. They’re great friends. He knows his father approves of her as well and has made pointed hints towards him about dating her. Stella, however, does not date. She wants no attachments that are closer then friends, and she’s around for a good time. Feelings are icky to her, and he’s ok with that.

Stella agrees to help him find a cute girl to make out with so that he can take his mind off of the Parker boy. The duo arrive at Matthew’s party, and Stella leaves him for a few minutes to scan the scene. “I’m going to find you a few to choose from.” She winks.

Harry sticks his hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans and scans the party. It’s nothing special, just your average high school party. Suddenly the DJ stops the music. “Hey look who’s just arrived. It’s Penis Parker!” The kid says. “I’m surprised you dared to show your face at a party after your last fiasco.” Everyone seems to turn towards the door.

Spinning quickly to face the door, Harry sees that Peter had, in fact, just came in with his friend. Parker briefly meets his gaze, but quickly hangs his head in embarrassment. His friend whispers something to him, and together they step into the crowd. The DJ still calls him out. “Really, Parker? Wow. I didn’t realize you had guts. Wait, let me call up Spiderman. Maybe he can remind us how much of a liar you are.” He starts a chant of “When I say Penis, you say" to which the crowd yells “Parker.”

Harry watches as Peter shakes his head. He’s close enough to hear the boy tell his friend. “Told you it’d be a bad idea.” Harry’s had enough. He marches up to the DJ and takes the microphone from his hand.

“Excuse me. Seriously? What did he do that’s so unforgivable?”

The DJ, Eugene Thompson if Harry’s memory serves correctly, smugly looks at him, “He told us all that he knew Spiderman. Lies.”

“And? You tell people your name is Flash, right Eugene? A little untruth now and then never hurt anyone. Cut the kid some slack, and return to your conversations or whatever.” Harry drops the mic and walks towards Peter.

++++++

Harry Osborn stood up for him! Peter can’t believe it. Everyone has stopped staring, and now Harry is walking towards him. Breathe Pete. Breathe. He tells himself.

“Hey, are you ok?” Harry asks him.

Peter stares at him. He’s so pretty. Then he realizes Harry had asked him a question. “Gah. I, uh, yes. I am fine. Thank you. I appreciate, um, you doing that.” Why can’t you talk normal?

“Hey, it’s no problem. Wanna hang out?” He directs the question towards Peter and Ned. “I’m Harry Osborn.”

“Peter Parker, and this is my best friend, Ned Leeds.” Peter inclines his head towards Ned. “You wanna?”

“Sure! It’s nice to meet you Harry.”

Harry introduces them to his friend Stella when she appears seemingly out of thin air. She tells him something quietly, and he nods. Soon after, he excuses himself, but not before exchanging numbers with promises to hang out later.

By the time May arrives to pick them up, Peter is ready to leave. He searches the party to find Harry – just to thank him for stopping Flash. He stops when he sees the boy in the corner, making out with two girls. Ah, ok. I thought he kind of liked me. Pete, your gaydar isn’t too good. He mentally groans. To avoid any suspicion, Peter walks casually around the room. He grabs Ned on his way to the door, “You ready?”

Ned turns away from the crowd in which he had inserted himself. “Yea, you find him?”

“yeah, I’m sure he doesn’t want me interrupting at the moment.” Peter angles his head minutely. Ned follows the direction and his eyes grow huge. He nods quickly and spins back to the group.

“Well, I have got to go, but it was great talking to you. Thanks, Matt, for the great party,” Ned tips his fedora and walks out after Peter. Outside, he pats Peter on the back and says, “Hey man, I’m sorry. I thought he liked you, too.”

“So, how was the party?” May asks. Ned enthusiastically replies, and Peter noncommitally agrees. He’s just hung up on a kid that he’s probably not supposed to like anyways, what with him being an intern to Stark Industries and Harry the son of Norman Osborn, president of Oscorp.

May and Ned keep up the conversation the whole way back to Ned’s house. After Ned is dropped off, Aunt May turns off the radio, looks at Peter, and asks, “Ok, who’s the boy?”

“what do you mean…?” May laughs at Peter’s innocent expression.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Peter,” She pats his arm. “I know the Parker look of pining. It’s written all over your face.”

Peter turns to face her, “Ok, so, did you ever like a guy, but he’s clearly not into you?”

“How do you know he’s clearly not into you?” May narrows her eyes.

“Well, I mean, he had his tongue down some girl’s throat,” Peter shrugs. “He’s really good-looking, though, and nice. I just wish…” He trails off. “Also, it’s probably for the best. Mr. Stark probably wouldn’t approve.”

May barks out a startled laugh, “And why would you worry about who Tony Stark approves of? You’ve seen all the people he’s dated.”

“This guy is Norman Osborn’s son…”

“Well,” May looks at him…. Until the cars behind her start honking because the light is green. “ Well, if you like him, clearly he’s nothing like his father. If Tony disapproves, I’ll talk to him.”

Peter shakes his head, “It doesn’t really matter because he doesn’t like me like that.”

May only smiles and turns the radio back on.

++++++

“Sir, your father would like to see you,” Aidy, a maid, tells Harry when he returns home from the party.

Harry sighs, but makes his way to Norman’s study. “Hello Father.”

“Harrison, take a seat,” Father gestures at a chair with his glass of Scotch. “I need to talk to you about your friends. Here, take some.” He pours Harry a finger of amber liquid.

“What’s wrong with Stella? I thought you liked her,” Harry queries.

“No, no, I’m talking about that Parker kid that you stood up for tonight. You don’t like him, do you?”

Harry wishes he had never told his father about his sexuality, although he’s pretty sure Norman would find out from at least one of his many spies. Here comes another “Real men aren’t gay” speech. “No, Father.” Harry lies.

“Well, my sources tell me the kid came out privately to a few of his close friends and family. Maybe we can use that to our advantage. He clearly likes you.” Father shows him a picture of Peter staring off to the side. Harry knows he’s looking at him.

“But you said…”

“Quiet, boy. There’s no harm in a little pretending, if needs be. Look, don’t even go that far if you have to, but word is that Tony Stark is going to release something that will change this industry forever. I just need to know ahead of time. Keep him from monopolizing,” Norman can see his son getting uncomfortable. “And, I will accept you as my son.”

Harry’s eyes shoot up. He had thought he would never get his father’s approval for anything like this. “Ok Father. I will try.”

“Harrison. Don’t fail me.” Norman throws back the rest of his Scotch before gesturing towards the door.

Harry nods and whips out his phone. Hey, nix that “find me a girlfriend” plan. He knows Stella is on the look for some pretty girl who will knock his socks off.

Ok… curious to know why. Explain at lunch tomoro? Stella replies. Harry texts her back with a thumbs up. He heads off to bed with pictures of a certain brunet in his head.

Harry wakes up in the morning with a purpose. Norman actually joins him for breakfast – something his father hasn’t done since Harry’s mother died.

Stella swipes him to the side once he arrives at school. “Ok what’s going on?”

“I’m not trying to date any girls. I like Parker.”

“And your dad?” Stella gives him a look.

“He’s ok with it. So I’m not going to question.” Harry knows this is only a half truth, but he wants Stella to have plausible deniability.

Stella shoots him another look. “Sounds fishy, but whatever. I’ve been meaning to hang out with Chelle for a while now.”

Harry doesn’t know who Chelle is, but he doesn’t care. Stella can have other friends. “Ok cool! Meet for lunch?” Stella fist pumps him and heads to her locker.

All throughout the morning, Harry plans how he will approach Peter. When lunch break comes, he gets in the cafeteria line with Stella, but his eyes are roving the tables. When he finds Peter's, he takes his tray over and asks, “Mind if I sit here?”

He feels giddy when he sees Peter’s eyes widen, “Um yeah! I mean, no, no, I don’t mind.” He gestures helplessly at the table.

Harry takes the seat beside Peter, and Stella sits beside MJ. “Chelle! I was telling Harry I needed talk to you.” Stella tells her.

“Este. Good to see you, too.” MJ smiles at her.

Este? Chelle? Harry mouths at Stella, and she pointedly ignores him. He turns to Peter, “So what are you doing tonight?”

“I have the Stark internship I gotta go to,” Peter replies.

They sit there talking, and Harry knows he really likes Peter.

++++++

A few weeks go past, and Peter has been spending a lot of time with Harry. He knows he has a huge crush on the Osborn, and he feels slightly guilty about it. He thinks he should tell Tony and get his opinion.

To Peter’s surprise, Tony shrugs, “If you like him, then he’s nothing like his father. Why don’t you invite him and Ned to the Tower for a game night?” Peter couldn’t be happier.

The two readily agree, and once this night was a hit, Harry, Peter and Ned spend a lot of time with Tony. In fact, the only one more excited than Tony when Harry asked Peter on a date was Peter.

Harry tells Peter about his relationship with his father, and Peter tells Harry how Tony had quickly become his father figure. Peter knows Harry couldn’t care less about science, and it warms his heart when Harry asks him to explain what he’s doing with an experiment. In turn, he makes sure he listens when Harry gets excited about a new car or fashion item. Things are going great.

++++++

Harry feels like a piece of crap. He knows he should come clean to Peter. His father contacts him frequently for information. But he knows as soon as Peter and/or Tony finds out his original reason to get close to them.

He hasn’t told Norman anything, and now he doesn’t want to. Tony helped him realize that some fathers are just shitty, and he shouldn’t have to strive for their attention. Over the four months Harry has been in contact with Tony, he has been more of a father to him than Norman had ever been.

As he is debating this in his head, someone walks in his apartment. It’s Norman. “Hello?”

“It has been four months Harrison. What do you have for me?”

“Father, it’s nice to hear from you, too,” Harry scoffs. “I have changed my mind. I’m not helping you with this.”

“Harrison,” his father warns.

“I’m serious. I actually like him, Father, and I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize that.”

Norman’s laugh resounds through the room, “And what do you think that dear, innocent boy will do once he finds out the only reason you started dating him was to spy on his mentor’s company? Trust will be severed forever. Listen to me, boy, you are being stupid, and I will not let an Osborn lose all his manly qualities for love. You are sixteen, and I have decided that you will no longer live in this apartment.”

“I bought this with my trust fund.”

“I have ties to the owner. Trust me, you won’t be able to find lodging anywhere in Manhattan.” Norman smirks.

“I’m not helping you. Besides, they haven’t told me anything. Everything happening at SI doesn’t get discussed around the family dinner table. Now please leave.” Harry herds Norman towards the door. “Bye Norman.”

++++++

“I’m sorry, man. You guys were really great together. I wouldn’t want to tell you except I felt like I should.” Annamarie tells Peter. “My family lives on the same floor as Harry.”

Peter’s world feels shattered. Harry doesn’t like him. He’s using Peter to find out Stark Industries’ new product line. Norman Osborn has stooped to new lows apparently. Peter feels like everyone is looking at him. He just wants to melt into the floor. Why did he ever think someone like Harry would actually like him? Peter scoffs. And there Harry is at his locker.

“Hey, Peter,” Harry’s face lights up when Peter reaches him. “Walk you to class?”

“Thanks Harry, but you should probably get to yours. What is it, acting? You need some work on that. Also, just so you know. We’re through,” Peter pulls his history book from his locker and heads off to class.

Peter avoids Harry the rest of the day. He’s going to get his education, no matter what someone will try to do to him. Once school is out, Peter heads straight to Stark Tower. Taking one look at his face, Tony sets down his work and gives Peter his full attention. When Peter’s tearful rant is over, the billionaire pulls him into a hug, “You know, I’m usually good at reading masks, and I thought he was genuine. He’s good. He duped us all.”

++++++

“Ned, can you please help me?” Harry pleads. “I love Peter.”

Ned shakes Harry’s hand off his shoulder. “I don’t want to hear it. You knew what Peter was like, and you chose to take advantage of it. Stay away.”

Harry sags. He really screwed this up. Someone clears their throat. It’s Stella. “Seriously man? This is an all-time low.”

“Stella. Norman told me that if I manipulated Peter into handing over SI secrets, he would finally call me son. And he gave me permission to date him. You know how Norman has always said about gay men not being real men so I jumped at it because I did and still do like Peter. I didn’t think it through, obviously, because if I did, I would’ve known this would happen.”

Stella sighs, “Look, man, I’m still your friend, but I don’t want to talk about this. Why don’t we go to my house and steal my parents’ booze and get wasted?” Harry agrees.

++++++ Peter doesn’t do anything except go to school and patrol. He wants to be left alone. His family and friends follow his wishes, letting him know they are there if he needs them.

One Saturday morning, May rushes into his room. “You need to look at this.”

Harry is plastered all over social media. Peter clicks on a video, “Hey, Peter. I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but I just want to come clean with the truth. Yes, Norman Osborn did enlist me to either be your friend or date you to try to extract information about the new rumored Stark Industries product line. I agreed because for one, I wanted to spend time with you; for two, Norman Osborn is a grade A, certified dick. He never calls me son, and he ingrained a slight homophobia in me since I was young. When he gave me permission to date you and a ‘rightful’” Harry uses finger quotes, “place in the family, I thought I could kill two birds with one stone. Then I fell in love with you. And Mr. Stark showed me that it wasn’t my fault Norman was like that, it is his own, and I’m better off without him. I want you to know that I have cut him out of my life. I am now relying on my trust fund and the hope of finding a job. I understand if you never want to talk to me again, but I just wanted you to know the truth. And I swear to you, I never found out anything, and I never reported to him.” The video cuts off.

“Thanks for showing me,” Peter whispers. “I don’t know what I am going to do.”

May takes his hand, “Peter. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. You have to figure out what’s best for you. Even if you still love him, if you think you shouldn’t be with him, you don’t have to be with him. Now, I’m sure he won’t wait for you forever, but you have time.”

“Thank you May. I’ll dwell on it,” He hugs her.

++++++

Three weeks have gone by, and Harry hasn’t heard from Peter or his friends. He got an internship at Van Dyne fashion, and he’s getting by.

Harry is leaving school to head toward his new job when Peter stops him. “Hey can we talk?” Peter asks him.

“Yea sure!” Harry doesn’t know why Peter would want to talk to him, but he’s willing to hope.

“So, I saw your video, and I gave myself time to think it over. Um, do you still want to be with me?”

Harry smiles. “More than anything.”

“I am willing to try again, but it might take me a while to trust you completely. And I don’t want to talk about work around you for a while.”

“I understand,” Harry nods. “I screwed up. Can I ask – what does Tony have to think about all this?”

“Believe it or not, he defended you a little bit,” Peter nudges him. “He said he may have done the same thing, were he in your shoes. Apparently, daddy issues are not uncommon and cause a lot of confusion in people’s lives. Are you going to Van Dynes?”

“Yea. Care to walk with me?”

~Fin

#tw: homophobia #parkborn #pining #ficlet turned fic #i write!#hope you enjoy it

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symflash · 5 years

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Ultimate Spider-Man Symflash headcanons

Because I can’t write, I can’t draw, and I can’t pay other people to do it for me.

* The symbiote that's with Flash is a fragment of the larger chunk of symbiote that went down with the Helicarrier in season 1, episode 26, and not the brand new symbiote created in season 3, episode 2. Consequently, they remember Harry, but not the time the Goblin injected Peter with Venom (different fragment).

* Also, in this continuity, "Venom" is actually the name the symbiote picked for themself.

* Venom was a blank slate at their birth, like an infant, with zero concept of morals or social mores. They might've been able to suss it out by osmosis from their hosts' brains, if their most long-term host hadn't been Harry "I hate my dad and I wish he was dead" Osborn.

* Flash's and Venom's first dance as Agent Venom went something like this: Venom: “Okay, I think I've cracked the code. Every time I assert my personhood separate from my host, I get electrocuted to smithereens. So maybe if I... pretend to be an inanimate object, act super low-key, this new host won't notice, and I can delay my next near-death experience.” Flash: "This is awesome! You're awesome! What's your name? I'm Flash! Do you wanna be friends? Do you like football? Do you know what football is?" Venom: *tears streaming down their metaphorical face* "wHAt tHe fUcK Is goINg oN"

* That was not the moment Venom decided to bind themselves permanently to Flash, though. That happened after Beetle tried to hit them with a sonic blast. Venom was in pain, and Flash was telling them not to be scared, because Spider-Man would help them, they could trust Spidey. That was Venom's first exposure to the concept of trust. And after they saw that trust paid off, they decided to trust Flash. And their trust paid off. Flash: "Did you hear that, buddy? You won't have to leave after all! Isn't this great?" Venom:

* Flash's training period at SHIELD was mostly dedicated to teaching human morality to Venom and training himself to not refer to himself as "we" (it gives the people with the sonic guns twitchy trigger fingers).

* Sure, I could NOT shoehorn in Flash's comic book backstory. But I'm a slut for cheap angst, so I'm gonna. ** Flash didn't so much live at the gas station as he squatted there after running away from home. ** The smell of alcohol is a trigger for him. He drops off the radar on his 21st birthday because he's terrified his friends will try to take him to a bar.

* Flash and Venom converse telepathically more often than they let on. They like to do Mystery Science Theatre 3000 running commentaries during boring meetings. They also do a psychic duet of Bohemian Rhapsody whenever a known mind reader walks into the room. Just in case.

* Venom thinks the fact that Flash was The Very First Host They Ever Took is the most romantic thing ever. ("It was destiny!") Flash is just embarrassed that their first meeting was so inauspicious. ("You came out of a toilet and I tried to feed Pete to you.")

* Venom can do a bang-up impersonation of Harry, and you can bet they use it to make fun of him at any opportunity. ** "Hurr burr, I have a limousine, a penthouse home and billions of dollars, and when my favorite Spider-Person doesn't reciprocate my gay crush *choking up* I don't cry about it."

* There was a brief period after "Anti-Venom" where Venom was too weak to speak to Flash, and Flash wasn't sure if they were dead or alive. ** Of course he cried; slut for cheap angst, remember?

* Flash has undiagnosed dyslexia. He didn't figure it out until Venom asked him why letters wiggle for him but not for Harry.

* Venom likes dandelions, especially ones growing out of cracks in the sidewalk. ** "They're considered weeds and eradicated on sight, and yet they're strong enough to break through rock, and hardy enough to survive in environments that would be inhospitable to all other plants. It's just... poeticcinema.jpg." *** "Buddy, you can beam a crisp and clear mental impression of any picture directly into my brain. There's literally no reason for you to say 'dot jay peg' out loud, ever."

* Peter & Co. keep making references to stuff Venom did that Venom has no memory of (because there's an entire branch of symbiotes that diverged from them, so they literally weren't around for those events). Flash decides to investigate and pulls up all SHIELD case reports about Venom. That's the first time he finds out how many symbiotes SHIELD has killed or attempted to kill. Venom can only shrug their metaphorical shoulders. People have been trying to murder them nearly from the moment of their birth. They didn't have a point of reference, so they'd just sort of assumed it was a normal part of life. They don't really understand why Flash is crying. And that makes Flash cry harder. ** And that's the story of how Flash got over his crush on Peter. *** Venom doesn't see much point in holding grudges. After all, if they ever express anger or try to retaliate over their treatment, they'll be stuffed in a jar at best and incinerated alive at worst. Luckily, Flash is a finely-tuned rage producing machine; he can be angry on both of their behalf.

* Flash encourages Venom to have their own hobbies separate from him. To facilitate this, Venom has permission to drive around Flash's body while he sleeps, provided they don't stray away from SHIELD headquarters and wake Flash up if there's an emergency. ** Venom likes looking up video tutorials for random things. And because they share a brain with Flash, he ends up learning things by proxy. (The morning he woke up fluent in American Sign Language was a trippy one). *** They're also into videogame speedruns, of all things.

* Scarlet Spider would very much like to forget the time he got up for a midnight snack and found Flash, with solid black eyes, hunching on top of a vending machine like a goblin, attempting to insert three chocolate bars into his mouth at once.

* Venom is the only one allowed to call Flash "Eugene". They're very territorial of their monopoly.

* Venom has a dim, dim view of father figures. Their genetic progenitor tried to murder them multiple times, and their only second-hand experiences of fathers are, well, Norman Osborn and Harrison Thompson.

* What's the point of having a foot long tongue if you don't use it to lick the bottom of your ice cream carton?

* Venom and Flash have such divergent music tastes, they need to have two separate playlists. (Flash likes punk rock and hair metal, Venom's into eurodance and chiptunes.)

* Incomplete list of animals Flash unironically thinks are cute: tarantulas ("Fuzzy!"), snakes ("Their tongues go blelele!"), amblypygids ("They cuddle their babies!"), velvet worms ("Their feet are so stubby!")

* Flash is actually pretty insecure about being Venom's host. He feels the only reason they stick with him is because he was the first person to be nice to them, and they could do better. ** Flash: "I mean, you give me superpowers, the means to get away from my old life, the opportunity to be somebody... but what do I give you in return? Maybe Doc Ock was right... maybe I AM a parasite." Venom:

* Actually, Flash is insecure about a lot of things. He's afraid Peter secretly resents him for the years of bullying, he fears that he's just fooled everyone into thinking that he's a good person and really he's just as much of a monster as his father, he's scared he's too stupid to make anything of himself and he'll become a deadbeat... it's a bunch of separate but interlocking self-esteem issues. ** Venom helps, though. It's useful to have an outside perspective to your own brain.

* Flash initially calls Venom an "it", because they're genderless and he doesn't have a lot of insight into gender politics and pronouns. He later learns about they/them pronouns, and asks if he can use it for Venom. Venom, who's used to being called "it" and knows even less about personal pronouns, is confused. They have a long discussion about dehumanizing language that ends with Venom shrugging their metaphorical shoulders and going "Sure, if it makes you feel better".

* Being a couple kind of sneaks up on them. In their defense, both of them have little to no experience in giving or receiving affection; they have trouble distinguishing different kinds of love (hence why Flash thought his giant gay crush on Peter was just wanting to be his best buddy).

* Cons of wearing actual clothes instead of a shapeshifted symbiote: Doing laundry. Pros of wearing actual clothes: Nobody can tell you're giving your boyfriend a fullbody cuddle under his shirt in public.

* They're both super affectionate and flirty. They both get super flustered and embarrassed when receiving affection and being flirted at. Together, they are a disaster.

#symflash #flash thompson #venom symbiote #agent venom #ultimate spiderman #man of action studios: *give flash a shallow two-dimensional characterization and the symbiote zero characterization*#me: my city now

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