Spider-Man Imagines II

Easter Traditions | Flash Thompson (TR)

requested by cocastyle

i forgot to add a prompt if one was a part of your request and i am sorry but i don't have the patience or will to go through and add it in here womp

this is the last Easter imagine cause we gotta move on and go back to I Hope They Remember You or I'll never finish it before infinity war comes out.

if y'all can say an extra prayer for my anxiety, that would be great. as i mentioned earlier, i have a meeting with my writing professor tomorrow. she isn't very nice to me and i'm already shaking even though i have 16 hours until the meeting. 

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Flash didn't like Easter - and it wasn't that he hated the meaning or whatever, because he didn't, but it reminded him of everything he didn't have. He didn't have a dad that cared enough to cook Easter dinner or a mom that wanted to hide eggs in the yard. He had Easters with his family in his grandma's house and that was his only tradition. It was a tradition he hated and didn't even miss when his family moved him away. 

He tried to have Easters worth remembering, but there really wasn't a point.

It was his first Easter with you, and you couldn't be more excited. Flash was almost embarrassed to even be around you when you came to school with a pair of fluffy pink bunny ears. He cared about you too much to dump you, though - although admittedly, it crossed his mind when you filled his locker with Easter grass and it all spilled out on his shoes. 

Not really. But he had been pulling strings of sparkly yellow Easter basket grass out of his textbooks for days. 

"Hey, babe," you said, throwing your arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. 

He turned his head and you dropped your arms, leaving a hand on his shoulder. "Hey! What's up?"

"Nothing," you said. "Glad we are finally on spring break." 

"Me too," he said. 

"You still coming over today?" you asked. 

"Sure, babe," he said. "I gotta take you home anyway."

"Yay," you said, grinning. You wrapped your arms around his waist. He leaned against the wall, offering Peter Parker one dirty look as he walked past him in the hallway. "Babe, I have the best thing planned for us today."

"What is it?" he asked. 

"It's a surprise," you said. "It's sort of a tradition of ours. My family, I mean."

"Can I know what it is?"

"Alright, fine. Because I am so freaking excited!" You stepped back and held up your hands. "Okay. It's a bunny shaped cake. Strawberry frosting, eyes made out of chocolate chips... it is just the cutest. My family does it every year, but we can't do it all together this year because of my parents' schedule."

"Oh, great," he said, trying not to frown. "I can't wait."

"C'mon then," you said. 

It wasn't that he wasn't excited about spending time with you. He would do anything if it could mean one minute with you. You were the only source of happiness in his life, but traditions were nothing but reminders of the lack of in his life. 

But you were so excited and he couldn't possibly tell you.

On the way home, Flash stopped at a fast food place. You both ate cheeseburgers in the car before going to your house and getting stuff ready in the kitchen. Flash obeyed every instruction you gave him (he even wore a Kiss the Cook apron - even though you took pictures and posted  them on Instagram when he begged you not to). 

While the cake baked in the oven, you spooned homemade frosting into bowls. Flash sat at the kitchen table and watched you. 

"You're quiet," you said. 

"I am?" he asked. 

"Yeah," you said. You looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," he sighed. He played with a container of sprinkles. "It's just... I don't have any traditions like this. Never have."

"You haven't?"

He shook his head. 

"Well you can now. With me. You're my family now, Flash," you said. 

He looked at you, feeling his heart flutter. He smiled and you walked over to him, putting an ovenmitted hand on his shoulder and leaning in. You softly pecked his lips and leaned back, smiling warmingly. 

The oven timer dinged. Flash got up to help you pull the cake out of the oven. You sat it on the counter and Flash frowned. 

The left ear of the bunny was sunken in. The side of the face was slightly burned. The entire shape of the bunny was a little weird, making it look more like a blob with legs instead of a bunny with giant ears. 

"Babe..." Flash said, looking at you. He filled with guilt and cringed, realizing that he had screwed up the recipe that had already been perfected. "I am so sorry. I must have screwed it up. I told you that I didn't know how to do this, I am-."

"Flash, stop," you said, looking up at him, face warm. You shook your head. "It looks cute."

He scrunched his nose. "It does?"

"Yes," you said. 

"But it's all burned and stuff," he said, pointing to it. "And look, the ear is crumbling. And there. It fell off."

"Who cares? you asked. "Babe, we made it. We did it together! That's awesome. That's what makes this tradition fun. It's doing it with people that you love." You grabbed your cellphone and snapped pictures of the cake. 

"Did you... did you just-" He grabbed your hand, stopping you from taking another picture. "You just said you loved me."

"Yeah," you said. "Haven't I said it before?"

"No!"

"Oh," you said. "Well, I do." You put your phone down and cupped his face. "I love you, Flash Thompson."

He grinned wider than ever and put his hands on your hips, pulling you close. It seemed so unreal that you had said that. He shook his head and observed your face. "I love you, too, babe," he whispered. "I love you so, so much."

"Yeah?" 

"Of course," he said. "Of course I do." He leaned down until his nose touched yours. You wrapped your arms all the way around his neck and he wrapped his around your back and lifted you off of your feet, planting a gentle kiss on your upper lip. 

For the first time in his life, Flash Thompson found a tradition for the holiday that mattered to him. He finally had a reason to celebrate; and a person that that loved him more than anyone had every loved him.