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Moving On (venom fic)

Summary: Anne and Dan have finally tied the knot. With Eddie in attendance to the wedding he comes to term with his feelings and relationship with Anne, while Venom isn’t as willing to admit this resolution.

     For a lawyer and a doctor, Eddie imagined their wedding would have been a lot more extravagant than a church ceremony. It was a gorgeous cathedral mind you, beams of red and blue raining down on the aisle from the stained glass was impressive enough. From the golden statue of Christ himself and the gothic stone structures, he figured there would have been a bit more pizazz.

     He imagined there would be more flowers, both in quantity, size, and variety, when in reality the only flowers he could see were pale chrysanthemums here and there. Perhaps a string quartet would have added a more expensive atmosphere to the event rather than an old woman on the organ.

     Maybe it was the dress she wore, simple in its plain satin with little details to it. Though the wedding was modest, Eddie could tell from his back row seat that Anne was happy with where she was. He saw in her tears when saying her vows, in her smile that was interrupted by the first kiss of the newlyweds, and the skip in her step as she and Dan walked out of the church and to their limo.

     This is not the end.

     Eddie sighed through his nose with his friend’s reassurance, pulling a phone up to his ear and answering, “I think it is, bud.” Normally he would be willing to look like a tweaker and just talk to “himself,” but he had to be mindful of the very Catholic crowd he was in, so he excused the talking with the phone.

     It is not.

     Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but the voice continued.

     She still has to go to the courthouse to make it legal, yes?

     “Yes, but-”

     Then I will bite his head off before they arrive.

     “No,” Eddie scolded, his tone growing much more stern than it had been before, “you will not.”

     But-

     “No.”

     …Fine. We still have time.

     Eddie didn’t answer the voice in his head this time, keeping the phone to his ear while he followed the rest of the crowd out the doors. All while uncomfortably avoiding eye contact with those around him, after all half of these people were Anne’s family. He knew them well, he liked all of them, but not all of them still liked him. The brunet kept to himself while he slowly inched forward, the process of leaving being slow while everyone in the church was trying to leave at once.

     Eddie?

     “Hm?”

     You aren’t bothered by this?

     “By what?” Eddie spoke as if he didn’t already know what Venom was talking about. He earned a disapproving grunt from the symbiote as a response. “Why would I be bothered?”

     We worked so hard for her, from underneath Eddie’s suit jacket he could feel a familiar ooze coil around his arm, we did everything right for so long.

     In recognition of this Eddie tossed his head from side to side, still unphased and noting, “About a year I think.” Man, Dan and Anne really hit it off quickly, didn’t they? Not even two years and they tied the knot.

     Yes, which is precisely why we deserve her.

     “More than Dan?”

     Yes, more than Dan!

     “Really?” Cocking a brow, Eddie finally was able to step out of the cathedral doors and into the springtime sun, grains of rice scraping underneath his shoes. “Even though Dan never dug into her work files?” Venom didn’t answer so quickly this time. “Never got her fired? Never - oh, I dunno - betrayed her trust entirely?”

     Eddie could hear a low, thoughtful rumble in his head, followed by: You apologized, though.

     “I did.”

     I thought she forgave you.

     “She did.”

     Then why? We - We made it right by her!

     Eddie never thought he would be stuck explaining such a thing to an alien. It made sense that Venom wouldn’t quite understand this, he came from a different planet and a different culture. The man strolled down the few steps to the sidewalk, drifting off to to the side to stay a little more isolated. While family and friends mingled, he took his phone call.

     “Well… yeah, we made it up to her,” he frowned a little in his thought, “but that doesn’t mean she wants us romantically.”

     Why not?

     “Because we- I proved that she can’t always trust me. Dan never did that to her, so she moved on.” His shoulders slumped. “She fell out of love with me, then fell in love with Dan.”

     But we-!

     “Just because we’re nice to her doesn’t mean we get to marry her.” They were both quiet for a moment, allowing Eddie the moment to glance up from the sidewalk and make eye contact with a handful of people. Most of them were giving him odd or sympathetic looks, they must have overheard his side of the conversation. Eddie began to walk further away from the cluster of wedding guests.

     “Dan is a good guy,” Eddie reassured, “he’s nice, and she’s really, really happy with him. Without me.” Eddie stopped walking when he was a comfortable fifteen feet away from the outliers of the crowd, sighing.

     …You didn’t answer my question, Eddie.

     “What?” His face morphed into a scowl, “I totally did! I just gave you a ton of reasons-”

     Not that. Why aren’t you upset?

     Eddie stopped at this, trying to think of his answer.

     You were distraught because she was not with you. You would cry over her.

     “Thank you for the reminder,” Eddie rolled his eyes.

     We have worked tirelessly for her. It was… uncomfortable, and you failed entirely.

     “Wow, nothing gets past you.”

     Shut up. Why are you not sad? Why did you give up?

     “Give up?”

     You’ve been less determined to earn her favor for a while now, Eddie. Why? When you tried so hard?

     “Ahh,” Eddie lifted his free hand to rub the back of his neck, asking himself the same question. “I… I think I’m over her, V.”

     What?

     “Yeah.”

     Are you certain?

     “Not entirely,” Eddie admitted, “but… yeah, I feel really good. I feel okay about this.”

     She meant a lot to you, Eddie.

     “She still does.” Bringing his hand down, it was comfortably stuffed in his pocket, “Just in a different way, now.”

     …Are you absolutely certain? Venom repeated. You haven’t tried giving her a head yet. That might reignite the spark.

     “Thanks for the advice,” Eddie took in a deep breath, “but I think I just want to find someone else to give heads to.”

     Oh…

     Eddie felt a little guilty, admittedly, but not for himself. He felt content with how his path had separated from Anne’s, difficult as it was. But Venom had struggled a lot with this too. Learning how to properly flirt (he still struggled, hence the gifting heads suggestion), practicing restraint, forcing himself to go into situations that were foreign and uncomfortable. Eddie imagined it would be difficult for an alien to take in for the sake of its host.

     “But,” Eddie’s posture straightened, smiling some, “it’s a new day, my friend. There are plenty of fish in this great sea, we just need to find ours.”

     I thought Anne was ours.

     “Ya thought wrong,” the response was short and sweet, and rude, “but the beautiful thing is now we can start fresh. With someone we both choose and agree with, not just a gal I happen to have old beef with.”

     But I chose Ann-

     “And what better place to get some numbers than a wedding reception?” Eddie pulled his phone away from his ear and shoved it back in his pants pocket, strolling up to the rest of the crowd with a bounce in his step. “But first, chocolate.”

     Chocolate?

     “Nothing helps a broken heart better than chocolate, V,” Eddie poked his head around, trying to eye the nearest gas station, “and no one wants to flirt with a guy sulky over his ex.”

     I knew it! You are-

     “I was talking about you.”

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Cheat Day

I took a creative writing class a while back, and since I want to start posting my writing on here I figured I’d post this! It doesn’t contain anything too explicit, but it does include blatant sexual references. Roughly 1,600 words.

     The engine of the brick red bug shuddered as it pulled into the drive-thru with caution, inching towards the menu and pulling to a slow. It stopped there for two seconds too long before crawling forward a few more inches, the driver bringing the car to a complete stop after that. The tinted windows of the car only then began to roll down to reveal its hosts.

     “- McWendle King, may I take your order?” The window had pulled down too late to hear the first part of the sentence coming through the speakerphone.

     “One moment please,” the driver announced, a smile quivering at the corners of her mouth. An anticipating lump swallowed down her throat as the woman eyed the menu, a dry tongue licking her lips as she weighed her options. “Oh, I don’t know what to get. What are you thinking, babe?”

     “Not sure,” gruffed the man next to her. Hunching over was the only way to squeeze himself into the car, aches spiraling down his shoulders and pelvis after only fifteen minutes in this position.

     “Well make it count, Ash. Starting today, we’re only getting one cheat day a week, I mean it!”

     He snorted a chuckle, looking away from the menu to jest at his wife, “Even though we already went to Burger-Fil-A on Tuesday?”

     “That doesn’t count,” she fidgeted in her seat, “we weren’t on a diet then.”

     “Oh, yeah,” Ash rolled his eyes back to the menu, “whatever you say, Bea.”

     The car fell quiet again with the occasional indecisive hum from Bea, allowing the surrounding noises of nearby traffic to invade their thinking space. The constant hum of the car kept the atmosphere from falling too noiseless for comfort, the air conditioner whirring through the car to fend off the springtime humidity. Storm clouds outlined the horizon hidden by the city’s buildings, leaving the sun to beat down on the moisture that was left behind from the rainfall hours prior.

     “Alright, I’m good,” Ash gave his order one last look before scanning the rest of the menu for entertainment.

     Bea poked her head out of the window, eyeing the speaker while announcing, “Okay, we’re ready!”

     “Great, what can I get started for you today?”

     “I’ll have a Fried McKing Fish Sandwich,” Bea was so invested in her order that she hadn’t noticed her husband’s expression slowly melt into a sunken cringe, not unlike how metal sag as it melts in high temperatures. “And if I could get a large onion ring too, please.” While the employee punched the order into the computer Bea looked at Ash to see his order. She ignored the face he gave her as she’s done time and time again, instead asking, “What do you want?”

     “A fish sandwich? From McWendle King?” His head pulled back as far as it could in disgust, the back of his head bumping against the passenger window.

     “Anything else I can get for you?”

     Bea only ignored the employee for a short period to address her husband, “Yes, Ash. I ordered fish sandwich from McWendle King, sue me.”

     “But it’s gross, you know my niece got food poisoning from one of these sandwiches. You can’t trust fast food fish.”

     “Ma’am?” Came the speakerphone, “Do you need another moment to think?”

     “Whatever,” Bea spat, turning to the speaker and announcing, “no, sorry!” Her ponytail whipped around her neck as she snapped her head back at Ash. “What do you want?”

     “For you to not get something that’ll make you sick, it’s disgusting.”

     “You know what’s disgusting?” With her eyes narrowing in the rage that could only be born from a woman cutting carbs, Ash knew what her argument would be. “You drinking a bottle of ketchup.”

     “Hey!” Alas, the only being that could match the fury of a woman cutting carbs was that of a man being forced by his wife to join her in counting calories. “You said you forgave me for that, you can’t just bring that up again!”

     “Well I can’t just forget that! You lying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night, ass naked and writhing in ketchup on the linoleum. How am I supposed to forget that?”

     “Oh, I see,” the man growled in unison with his stomach, crossing his arms as much as he could, “so you’re gonna kink shame me now? We all have needs, Bea!”

     “Ketchup?” Bea raised an accusing eyebrow as her hands clutched the steering wheel, twitching. “Your needs are ketchup?”

     “Condiments, Bea. If you weren’t so goddamn conceited then maybe you’d know that.”

     “Great,” the woman forced a chuckle as her hands went flailing above the wheel, “I just love to imagine my husband ignoring me to relish in a jar of-”

     “Uh, ma’am?” The boy at the speakerphone interrupted, stammering, “do - do you two need more time?”

     “Oh no, we are so ready.” Slapping her hands on the steering wheel, Bea flung her body against the back of her seat, her arms locked as she used the wheel as an improvised stress ball. “I’ll have a fish sandwich, because apparently I’m the disgusting one.”

     “Right,” the employee sighed, not bothering to reenter the same order, “that and the large onion rings. What else can I get you?”

     “All of your finest mustard packets, apparently.”

     “Shut up,” Ash hissed, sending his wife a look. By now she was glaring into the windshield, so there was no point. No longer trusting her to order for him, Ash wiggled himself as much as he could to get closer to the driver’s window, shoving his head between Bea’s chest and the dashboard to yell, “Yeah, uh, just get me two orders of corndogs.”

     “All right-”

     “Oh good. The mayo wasn’t enough, so now you need two fat sausages.”

     “Are you shitting me right now?” He had to tilt his head awkwardly to look up at her. “We already had this conversation, and you said you were over it. And you’d better hope that he,” the employee, “can’t hear us.”

     The employee chose not to let them know that he could, indeed, hear everything. Through the corner of his eye he could see his manager watching and, with a twinge of pain in his chest, he asked, “Would you like any sauces with that?”

     “Oh boy would he.”

     “B-” Before the name could slip from his tongue Ash gave up, sighing and answering, “No, no condiments. Just the corndogs and the sandwich.”

     “Seriously though, Ash,” Bea’s arm slumped, one of her elbows accidentally resting against the back of Ash’s hunched neck, “why sauces? I’m right here!”

     “Why not sauces?” Lifting a hand, Ash used a limp wrist to flick her arm off of himself, then pulling himself back to sit up straight. As straight as he could in this damn bug, anyway. “Sauces don’t nag about the garbage, or complain that they’re too tired right now, or say they have a headache.”

     “Any drinks for you today?”

     “No,” Bea whined, her lips pinching together. “I just want the tall glass of water I already have,” her voice shriveled into a muttered whine at the end of her sentence.

     “Then stop making excuses, Beatrice,” Ash sighed. He tried to slide down into his seat to hunch, but his knees were left scrunching against the glovebox, leaving him to accept defeat. “I can lead a horse to water, but I can’t make it drink.”

     Once again it was quiet, leaving the husband, wife, and two-week McWendle King employee to share the tension with each other. No one seemed willing to act first, until the jeep sitting behind them finally honked, no longer convinced that the passengers of the bug were ordering such a large meal.

     Needing to keep the line moving, the employee recited, “So just the two corndogs and the Fried McKing Fishwich Sandwich for you two today?”

     “Yeah,” Bea didn’t break her eye contact with her husband, “that’ll do it.”

     “7.49 at the window,” the teen heaved with a sigh of relief. He never knew that finishing an order could be so liberating. The next order in line wasn’t half as complicated to get; three classic WrendleWraps, hold the tomato, and two small iced teas. As soon as that order was taken, a coworker passed him the paper bag holding the fish sandwich and the corndog, two items he couldn’t imagine would have sparked such a controversy.

     Praying that he didn’t leave them by themselves for too long before they started bickering again, the teen boy rolled his shoulders as he made it to the pick-up window, pushing the window open and looking down into the tiny car in front of him.

     A little too quickly did Bea thrust her hand towards him, holding a few bills to pay for the meal, panting, “Keep the - keep the change.”

     The employee looked back up at her just in time for her to try smooth out her hair, some locks having come undone during the journey from the drive-thru menu and to the pick-up window.. Bea’s coral lipstick was now smudged far beyond the outline of her lips, which were parted and struggling to regain breath. From behind her was Ash, who had ornated himself with pink splotches on his lips and cheeks, a smug grin being plastered on his face.

     Hesitantly, the employee accepted the money and gave the driver her food, too worried about what the bills have touched to fret over whether or not it was the correct amount. Just as he thought he would be done with them, Bea exchanged a glance with her husband, then giggling and turning to look back at the employee.

     “Actually, can we get some sauces?”