#about uhhh a few months ago when i was working on my solo piece for hgcz i ended up doing a bunch of research into liquid cultures

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hello hello!!

learned about this fun thing called mycorrhizal fungi (myco=fungus), rhizal=root) which is complicated words used to describe the symbiotic relationship between plants and fungi that grow on their roots. the fungi are called mycorrhiza and the long and short of it is that they attach to plants roots (plants roots can only grow so large, that's their root zone or rhizosphere big words are fun) and eventually they use up the nutrients in the soil in said root zone and some nutrients (namely phosphorus which is important for the plants to copy DNA and make nucleic acids that would tell other stuff how to make proteins etc for the plant to grow and stuff) don't move so the phosphorus in the rhizosphere cant be replenished once its used up. that's where the mycorrhiza come in. they effectively extend the area the roots are able to draw nutrients from and in return the plant produces glucose (through photosynthesis) that the mycorrhiza use as food because they cant really produce their own

tldr: cool fungus lives on plant roots, it makes sure the plant gets everything it needs, the plant allows the fungus to eat the food it makes

this train of thought led me to grian as mother spore

which led me to hunger au grian

and working out a symbiotic relationship with him and other people

which led me to the idea of him being a hireable like. hype man..

like,,, need help asking someone you like out on a date? he'll heighten your confidence so you can go do the thing and he gets lunch in the process! /silly

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p.s. will gladly take blame for use of the word apricity :]

SKHWJDNEKDJKDBKWHDKEJDK REALLY FUNNY IMAGE, HELP... he's got one of those ads on facebook that pop up during the holidays for ppl who need to piss off their families /j /j

OKAY ACTUALLY FUN FACT but ive actually compared the Listeners to mycorrhizae before!!! In my head they are very fungal in nature, and thats the best way ive been able to describe the symbiotic relationship they have with the Players they fuse to. Honestly i love fungi and mycology in general, its such a deeply fascinating subject to pour a bunch of time into, and im glad you seem to be enjoying learning more about it!!! :DDD

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overnight [1/2]

Summary: You and Steve are best friends from young, but you have a massive crush on him. How cliche. But him being the sweet dumb ass he is, tries to let you down gently and doesn’t reciprocate your feelings.

Warnings: Uhhh occasional swearing cause I have no filter.

A/N: So hi, this is my first fanfic here. I have many more accounts for older fandoms. Requests are open as well! Also, while I was writing this, my pizza delivery boy’s name was Peter. Coincidence? I think not. - Amanda

You didn’t really anticipate spending your Friday night at a graduation party for a seventeen year old while your friends were persuading you to confess to your longtime crush. But hey, here you are.

Steven Grant Rogers, was your longtime best friend, now crush. Quite cliche right? Having a massive crush on your best friend, who more than likely does not like you in any way more than a friend. You can’t exactly pinpoint when exactly this crush came to be. But you got it bad.

So here you are, sitting on Tony Stark’s floor, attempting to celebrate his adoptive son’s high school graduation, while your friends were attempting to hook you up and Steve Rogers. You were sitting on the floor with Valkyrie, Natasha, Wanda, Hope, Carol, Maria, Mantis, Gamora and Nebula surrounding you.

“You know this seems like the perfect time for you to confess to Mr. Rogers over there.” Natasha nudged you.

“He doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend,” you said looking down at the coke that was occupying the red solo cup.

“I can tell he likes you sweetheart. Take it easy on yourself,” Wanda reassured you, rubbing your back.

“Steve really has taken a liking to you,” Mantis reassured you as well.

“If he doesn’t like you, you know we got your back and can take him in a fight,” Carol said, petting her head. Natasha, Valkyrie, Gamora and Nebula hummed in agreeance.

“Thanks guys. I’m gonna go take a minute outside.” You said getting up and brushing any dirt from your pants.

Hope grabbed your hand and gave you a reassuring squeeze, “Yell if you need anything.”

You nodded before heading off to the balcony to take a breather. “Are you okay?” You heard a young voice from behind you.

Turning around you were greeted by Peter, “Of course I am,” you moved over on the bench and patted down for him to sit. He sat next to you.

“Are you confessing to Mr. Rogers tonight?” He said softly.

“Where did you hear that?” You asked.

“I walked by on that part. Don’t worry, he was occupied by Bucky, Sam and Tony last time I checked.”

“I don’t know Peter. I don’t think he likes me in that way.”

“He is really protective of you, you know. He is not that protective over anyone.” Peter said.

“I don’t know,” you muttered, looking at your coke again.

“I had to ask you something,” Peter said looking up at the sky.

“What’s up?”

“Can I get a discount on college textbooks?” He said.

“Peter! Stark could literally buy you an entire college!” You said laughing.

“Peter!” You can hear Ned calling from inside.

“Go, Ned needs you,” you said trying to get him into the house.

“Will you be okay out here?” Peter asked standing up.

“Yeah, go,” you said giving him a smile.

Peter murmured, “Stay safe,” he said before opening the sliding doors and going in. You were looking up at the sky looking at the occasional star that inhabited the sky.

“You’re gonna strain your neck looking up at the stars like that,” you heard a voice from behind you, immediately recognizing who it belonged to.

“Worth it.”

“You okay out here? Why are you not enjoying the party inside?” Steve asked, occupying the space next to you.

“Just thinking,” you responded taking a sip from the solo cup.

“About what?”

“What would happen if I launched myself into space.”

“You’re not doing that.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, you automatically rested your head on his shoulder, “Now what’s really up?”

“I don’t want to say,” you said, exhaling.

“You know you can tell me anything right?”

“Yeah I know.”

“Now talk to me.” You lifted your head from his shoulder.

“Promise me that no matter the outcome, we would still remain friends.” You said, trying to reassure yourself that the friendship would remain in tact.

“Are you pregnant?” He said looking into your eyes.

“Holy fuck, no!”

“What is wrong then?”

“I may have a massive crush on you that hasn’t gone away in the last few years.” You let out in one breath.

And this is what you were scared of, the awkward silence and tension between the two of you. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I don’t feel the same way.”

You felt your heart break into several different pieces, “It’s okay, I just felt like getting that off of my chest.”

“You okay?” He asked giving your hand yet another squeeze.

“Yeah. Promise me that this won’t make things awkward between the two of us?” You asked.

“Promise.”

You two sat in silence looking up at the stars. But so many thoughts were running through your head. You knew that this was going to happen regardless, and yet you still weren’t prepared for it.

- - -

Over the course of that same weekend, you spent the majority of your days moping around your house and sobbing. You called in sick to work for the last two days.

You, Wanda and Natasha owned a small bookstore named, ‘Prologue’ in the heart of Brooklyn. There was always someone in the shops at all times. Wanda typically worked the nine pm to five am, where she typically reshelved books, cleaned the shop and find orders that people would usually call in or email about. Natasha worked the five am to two pm, where she would finish what Wanda couldn’t finish and prepare for the shops opening at nine am. You typically worked the two pm to ten pm shift, helping out doing various tasks around the store, and helping close the store at nine pm.

Wanda was able to cover your last two shifts, resulting in no one being in during the night and being slightly backed up. On Sunday between Wanda and Natasha’s shifts you appeared into the shop and called a quick meeting in the back.

“Your eyes are puffy. What happened?” Natasha said, examining your face.

“I told you he doesn’t like me in that way,” you said looking down at the floor, bottom lip quivering.

Wanda immediately rushed to your side and started rubbing your back, “Baby, it’s okay.”

“I will march over there and single handedly fight Rogers myself,” Natasha said, getting up from her seat.

“No Nat, it’s okay.”

“You want more time off?” Wanda asked.

“We can give you the rest of the week,” Nat said, grabbing your hand, “You know, you don’t have to fake it in front of us. If you need it, let us know.”

“No, it’s okay. I can’t spend forever moping about someone who doesn’t like me in that way.”

“We can get you Tinder,” Natasha said wiggling her eyebrows.

“I can do the photo shoot, and make the bio!” Wanda said in a matter in fact tone.

You chucked, “Thank you guys. I love you guys so much.”

“Anything for you baby.” Wanda said before engulfing you in a hug, then Nat hugging the two of you.

- - -

The next day everything was falling back into its routine. Natasha in the early morning, you in the afternoon and Wanda at night. Natasha stayed back for a little bit to finish the orders that she was doing in the back.

It was fairly busy for a Monday and had three extra associates around helping out on the floor and making sure everything was tidy. You finished serving a customer when Natasha made her way to join you at the front.

As you two were laughed, you noticed a tall muscular figure walk into the store. You almost tensed up, but Nat rested her hand on your lower back reassuringly.

“Hey guys,” Steve said, walking up to the register.

“Hi Steve,” the two of you murmured.

Steve, Bucky and Sam worked at a security firm located right next door to your bookshop. They typically worked similar hours to you, Nat and Wanda. Steve was in from five am to two pm, Sam was in two pm to ten pm, and Bucky stayed nine pm to five am.

“Boss? Is it okay if I head home now?” You looked over to see one of your workers, Brittany.

Brittany has been working for you guys for less than six months, “Yeah it’s okay,” Natasha said.

“See you guys tomorrow!” Brittany beamed walking away from the register.

“Bye,” you and Nat said in unison.

“So who’s the Latina?” Steve asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Brittany, started working about four months ago,” Nat said helping you ‘sort’ through the receipts that were littered around the register.

“Is she single?”

“I don’t know. Why would I?” Natasha asked.

“Cause you are her employer?” Steve battled back.

“There’s a line between friendship and boss, Rogers.” Natasha said, trying not to lose her cool.

Steve raised up his hands defensively. You tried to battle back the tears, as soon as you thought you had them under control, you looked up to see Steve and Brittany laughing and flirting.

You called Tiffany to cover cash while you were in the back. You walked in and closed the door behind you. Sitting in your desk chair you hunched over and buried your face into your hands. You didn’t know how long you were sitting there like that, and failed to hear the door open and close, as well as the lock turning.

“If you cry over him, I will hit you in the face with the leftover peanut butter and jelly sandwich that’s left in the fridge,” Nat said, walking over to you and crouching in front of you. She removed your hands from your face and brushed the little strands out of your face, “Don’t cry over him. Maybe this is the opening you need.”

“What is wrong with me?” You managed to croak out.

“Nothing, sweetheart. You are perfect, he is a dumb ass.”

You took a deep breath in, “I’m okay. I just need time away from the front.”

“Do what you need to. You know Wan and I only care about how you are.”

“Nat, just go home. I’ll camp out back here and pretend I need to do stuff.”

“Are you sure? I can stay with you, if you need.”

“Yes. Now go home.”

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” Nat said squeezing your thigh reassuringly before getting up off the floor and heading out.

You took a few seconds to gather your thoughts. You looked in the mirror and wiped away where your makeup smeared and fixed your hair. You turned around and turned the computer on, you grabbed the sheet off of Nat’s desk to go and check which books were delivered, and which were not.

“I thought we said we were gonna keep this civil.” He said leaning on the door frame.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. Plus, Nat wanted to talk about business stuff. Quite secretive, you know that right?” You said looking up from the sheet.

“I’m sorr-” Steve started, before you cut him off.

“It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“That means I can see Brittany right?” He asked, carefully studying your face.

“Wait what?” It took you a moment to register what had just happened, “Yeah it’s fine. We are not in a relationship, you don’t have to ask me.” You said quickly turning to the computer and opening Chrome.

“I’m going to go home now. Call me if you need anything okay?” He said coming up behind you and kissing your hair.

Once the door closed, you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You sat in the chair and hunched over and let tears start to fall.

- - -

This has been going on for the past six days, Steve would finish his shift at the security firm, then come and spend a few hours around your shop flirting with Brittany. Thus, resulting in you camping out in the back room for the past six days.

You finally had enough and called a meeting between you, Natasha and Wanda. It was ten, the store closed and it was the three of you huddled in the back. “What’s up?” Nat asked.

“I want to switch with Wanda and do night, is that okay?” You asked, looking down at the floor.

“Of course sweetie,” Wanda said rubbing your forearm.

“Starting Monday?” Natasha asked.

“Starting Monday,” You confirmed.

- - -

And that’s how you got here, working night shifts all the time with the occasional night or two off. If someone told you a year ago that you would be working the graveyard shift, you would have laughed in their face.

You would have felt uncomfortable being at work during these late shifts, but knowing Bucky was next door watching the security cameras and making sure you were safe made you feel more comfortable.

Shipments didn’t come in for the night, there were minimal orders to do and very minimal reshelving and cleaning to do. At around two thirty am you decided to give yourself a break after cleaning.

You sat in the back, looking off and your mind wandered back to where you went wrong with Steve. You didn’t know how long you were sitting there for, until the ringing and vibrating of your phone brought you out of your trance. Looking at the caller ID, a photo of you and Bucky from Sam’s birthday three years ago. “Yes Mr. Barnes?”

“You okay there doll? You had me creeped out there for a hot minute,” Bucky said with concerned laced through his voice.

“Yeah I’m fine,” at this point, you felt like a broken record player. You probably said you’re fine a million times, when everything was not fine and you felt like everything was crashing down around you.

“Yeah, stop lying to me doll. Pizza or McDonald's?” He asked.

“McDonald's?”

“Alright, I’ll order it. I’ll be over soon.”

You looked up at the security camera in the office and smiled sadly, “Thanks Buck.”

“Anything for you,” you then heard the line cut.

-

About forty minutes later, McDonald's was delivered by an UberEats driver. McDonald's wrappers littered your desk. You explained the entire situation to Bucky and he once did not interrupt you but nodded along.

You dipped your chicken nugget into the barbecue sauce, and took a bite. “So that’s my fucked up relationship status.”

“You know Steve is an idiot, and he doesn’t realize what he is doing,” Bucky said taking a sip of his root beer.

“Sounds like Steve,” you said popping a French Fry into your mouth.

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing,” he said before taking a bite of his Big Mac.

“Damn right he doesn’t,” the two of you laughed.

Bucky ended up leaving around four fifteen am. Before he left he gave you a tight bear hug and kissed your hair. And just like that, you were alone again and you were back to picking out orders.

- - -

Steve was walking by the shop at four fifty am, when he noticed you in the shop. Your glasses were perched low on your nose, pen and paper in hand and you were looking for books. His heart warmed at the sight of you.

Steve walked into the security firm, “She’s in tonight?”

“Wanda needed some time off of the night shifts so the two of them switched,” Bucky partially lied. You were the one who needed the break, but Steve didn’t need to know that.

Steve nodded and looked at the security camera to see Natasha relieving you of your shift so you can get home. “Buck?”

Bucky hummed, “Yeah Steve?”

“Make sure she gets home safe okay?”

Bucky nodded before leaving. Steve watched as the two of you met up in front of your shop and walking away from the security camera.

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Unexpected Guitar Solo (Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader)

(An imagine based off ‘Imagine being Eddie’s girlfriend, he’s trying to hide Venom from you but you’re trying to hide your own symbiote’ I thought I should try to write one of my own imagines. SO I shall apologise in advance if it sucks and I wasted my time)

Eddie had been pacing in his apartment for the past half an hour, bribing the symbiote, mostly with chocolate, into staying silent when you did arrive for your movie night date. But Venom was sick of it.

“How long do you plan to keep hiding us from her, Edster? She’s a clever morsel, she will begin to notice that something is off with you”

“I don’t know, okay.” Was Eddie’s annoyed response to the voice in his head. Annie and himself didn’t work out and she went on to marry someone else. Eddie was happy for her, but he had been feeling a deep lonely-ness for himself.

“It’s not easy to tell someone you’re dating you have a god damn parasite in you! Especially one that eats people!” Eddie snapped more to himself than to anyone else. “I’m not a parasite! Apologise!” Venom snapped back in his head “Would she not understand your intentions?”

“I doubt she would get past the fact that you are still eating people!”

The pair were going back and forth on the matter. Unknowing to the fact that you were having the exact same argument with Shard; the symbiote that had bonded with you quite a few months ago. Her dark oily ‘skin’ was tinted blue and true to her name; most of her appendages would form into shard-like blades if she needed to protect you.

You had an easier time with your symbiote because of your level of understanding and you were slightly morally ambiguous at times; especially when someone wrongs you.

Shard had been the lovely company at the best of times, but you had still wished for a romantic life with another human being, and it seemed that God had heard your prayers and presented you with Eddie Brock.

Being with Eddie had been the best time of your life and you couldn’t, nor would you, ask for anyone better. But you still kept Shard under wraps, much to her dismay. “You will never know unless you try, (Y/n)” she was trying to tell you, but you never seemed to take it in. “You mean to scare off some who has literally been the best to me?” You said sarcastically as you were walking towards Eddie’s apartment.

“Is he really worth your time if you believe he’d run off because of me? Don’t you already go on about wanting someone who understands?” Her deep but soothing voice echoed in your head. “Pretty fucking hard to find someone who understands being the host to an alien.” You sighed, questioning your own thoughts as to why you needed a god damn voice in your head to honest with yourself.

“This god damn voice in your head can hear what you’re thinking! We share everything, (Y/n)! and believe it or not, I do want you to be happy. You’ve taken me in without much protest, it’s how I wish to repay you.”

You stayed silent as you reached the apartment building, travelling up the stairs to Eddie’s door and knocking on the wood once you reached it. The door opened quickly and Eddie’s arms enveloped you in a warm hug while kissing you on the cheek. “Hey Babe, how was work?” You could’ve sworn you felt a familiar substance touch your cheek, but you chalked it up to Shard messing with you.

“Ah, same old, same old. How about you? I’m surprised that you hadn’t taken the chance to write about 'The Demon of San Francisco'” You responded, giving Eddie a peck on the lips before placing your bag, which was filled with confectionary products for tonight on the floor. The scent immediately noticed by both symbiotes immediately.

“Nah, everyone’s already doing that. It gives me a break to spend time with you” Eddie said with a shrug, trying to dismiss his nervousness about the subject around you. The couple now started to set up their snacks, movie, blankets, pillows, all of the necessities! Especially for you two (or should I say four). You had brought over 'The Road to El Dorado’, a nostalgic favourite of yours that you would quote daily to get a chuckle out of those around you, especially Eddie.

You two curled up under a largely shared blanket together while the movie played. Your head was on Eddie’s shoulder, eyes glued to the screen while Eddie would offer you some of the sweets by holding a piece in front of your mouth and you would just take it there with your mouth. It was something Venom loved to see for some reason, while Shard would just tease you about it talking about a 'different kind of hunger’ you had in mind.

Stop it, you scolded Shard in your head, only to have her chuckle echo as a response.

You guys where about half-way through the movie when the sudden horrifying noise of an electric guitar made the both of you jump out of your skin. Eddie immediately showed how disgruntled he was. The previous neighbour had done the same thing until he moved out (probably scared of Eddie), but the new guy was just as much of a metal head as the last guy.

Fear filled your veins as you knew what would come next and you quickly ran to the bathroom to hide your pain from Eddie, leaving him there shocked and confused “Babe!? Are you alright?” He called out to you, but then his own pain set in, causing him to hold his head. The guitar had the right frequency to make any symbiote squeal in pain. But your scream of pain was able to distract Eddie for a moment; long enough to gain his senses back.

“FuCK!” You scream went down a few notes for a moment as both you and Shard suffered from the sound.

Eddie marched out of the apartment and banged on his neighbour’s door to get him to turn the fucking music down. “What?” was the neighbour’s rude greeting to the rugged Eddie in front of his door. “Hey man, could you turn down the music? My girlfriend has a headache” Eddie said, trying to stay calm, but his hands were shaking from Venom’s rage; from the noise itself and from hearing your pained scream. “Get fucked.” came another rude response, only for Venom to voice his rage for a split second before marching back to the apartment, closing the door behind him

“Will you shut up, Shard! I get it!” They could hear you yelling at someone, but the boys didn’t know who. “Are you sure about that? you still want to walk back out? I’m sure he has many questions now” a deeper feminine stated in a concerned but firm voice “And you’re not helping me feel any better about this!” You snapped “I could just say that the music just scared me... enough to relieve myself..?” your voice trailed off

“Good idea. But keeping thinking sweetie” The deep voice spoke sarcastically

“Excuse me, it’s your damn biology that caused this!”

“And you think I have control of that!?”

“Open the door.” Venom demanded. Eddie hesitated, honestly becoming scared for what he would walk in on “OPEN THE DOOR!” Venom snapped.

Eddie then opened the door a little too hard, causing you to yelp before looking at your boyfriend in shock. Eddie’s expression mirrored yours as he noticed the blue tinted oily head connected to your arm.

“Uhhh.....”

“You have this one covered,” the head said disappearing into your skin “W-Wait Shard! No, I don’t have this!” You had desperately tried to not be left metaphorically alone in this. But Shard had resigned you to your fate.

“I.. u-uh... I can explain...”

//End\\

I needed to stop there. If you want me to write another part, I would love some ideas for reactions/scenarios and other stuff. I just stopped there because I didn’t think I could write that.